This is so wonderful ahhhh!!!
Omg you all need to read it!! Thank you so so much for writing this! ;w;
This is so wonderful ahhhh!!!
Omg you all need to read it!! Thank you so so much for writing this! ;w;
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
AND HERE’S THE SECOND PART
WEH IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL
Can you imagine, after the massacre, when Porthos and Athos hear about what happened?
All they’ve know is that everyone’s been killed that was sent. So they’re riding out with the expectation of recovering the bodies of their friends - of Aramis. And they’ve probably been mentally preparing themselves for this. So when they find Aramis alive all composure is lost.
Aramis is probably suffering from some severe survivors guilt and is completely despondent when they find him. They’re probably worried that the head injury is worse than it actually is.
Reblogged now with fic.
Omg, I’m really so at a loss for words here
Ow my feelings. You are one seriously talented mofo! God, when I get back I’ll be sure to leave you a proper review on this but until then,
GUISE - READ THIS - but read it HERE and give it kudos and love and comments because they’re so deserved
After the sun set on Durin’s day
Nobody draws Dwalin like you, Julie. For this reason you want to give you this minific >w<
(As always, sorry for my english ç_ç<3)
Thorin had remained behind. He dragged his feet on the stone that he so loved and desired in all those years, feeling unable to bear the burden that weighed on his shoulders.
Even if every single member of his company had dreamed of this moment, Thorin was the one who had been crushed by the last ray of sunshine.
His house. His kingdom. Lost forever.
Thorin couldn’t accept it, not after all they’d been through. He clenched his fists, closing his eyes into a frown.
"Thorin" the voice of Dwalin, and his strong hands upon his shoulders, forced the dwarf to halt his slow walk.
He didn’t looked at him, keeping his eyes closed, but a murmuring: “It’s over” more to convince himself than to push the dwarf to let him go.
"You did your best", Dwalin whispered, "You have brought us here. You don’t have any regrets, my friend", he added, trying to encourage him..
But Thorin shook his head, biting his lips, unable to hide himself again behind his mask of strength.
"No", he snapped almost angrily, gripping the arms of Dwalin to push him away, but he didn’t find the strength to do it.
"Who am I? Who am I without this Mountain?" asked Thorin gritting his teeth, and Dwalin couldn’t help but moving the hands on his neck, forcing him to rest the forehead against his.
"You are our King," he replied sincerely, "You are my King”, pointed out, “And doesn’t matter where you will reign. I will always be by your side, Thorin”.
(Also on AO3)
This is so beautiful. The end was really wonder and get out of here with your ‘sorry for my english’ This was PERFECT.
You are perfect!!!!
That moment though.
I’m so blown away by the significance of it and while Fili may not have had an abundance of lines or screen time, I think he arguably had one of the most important scenes in the movie.
He has literally grown up on songs and tales of Erebor. Since birth he’s been raised knowing he was a Prince, and that one day he was going to take back that mountain.
I think that even if Thorin had never decided to return to Erebor, Fili would have one day led the charge with Kili by his side.
Erebor is as much his destiny as it is Thorin’s.
But that’s the thing of it. Kili by his side. His entire life, Kili has always been there. They grew up as a team, as a pair, knowing that they would be together when they took back that mountain for their people.
And Kili matters more to Fili than Erebor ever could, more than an entire lifetime of training and readying himself for that singular moment when the door opens and they look upon Erebor again for the first time. More than the destiny quite literally in his blood. Erebor is as much his birthright as Thorin’s, and he has risked his life, risked everything to get this far.
But none of that is important, none of that matters, if Kili isn’t there beside him.
Fili would throw all of that away without a moment’s hesitation, because he belongs with his brother. And if his brother isn’t going to Erebor, than neither is he.
Dances With Wolves
↳ 14 / 25
The pack having a sleepover at Derek’s loft where they share snuggles and horror stories.
Stiles breathed in and out of his nose sharply, swallowed hard, and tried to focus on anything besides his shaking hands and his rolling stomach.
This is really sweet! Ahhh poor Stiles! ;w;
"Your incessant sniffling is distracting!"
Everything was positively dreadful in Laketown: Bilbo had an awful cold, the true magnitude of their quest had finally dropped on him and the dwarves were acting very strangely indeed. They looked half-mad with excitement! Bilbo worried. He didn’t think they remembered the dragon that lay awaiting between them and the hoards of gold Under the Mountain.
Worst of all was Thorin.
The crowless king stood tall, seemed to always be staring North with a wicked glint in his eye. The intensity of his desire grated on Bilbo’s nerves. Sometimes he looked lost inside his own mind; others he seemed taken by a mad fever, he gripped Bilbo tight by the shoulders, blessed his existence and his courage, said many sweet things, but none of them seemed as dear to him as the thought Bilbo was going to steal from Smaug what was rightfully Thorin’s. Of the dwarf from the Road, whose song seduced Bilbo to this Quest, there was only a shade: it was only sometimes that Bilbo could glimpse his dearest friend.
Bilbo startled, glancing at the hankerchief Thorin was holding out in his hand. “W—what?”
“Your incessant sniffling is distracting!”
Thorin nodded resolutely at him, while Bilbo took the offered object and blew his nose.
“Would that I could make you well at once, Master Burglar.”
Bilbo pursed his lips. “Very kind of you, Master Oakenshield,” he said tersely, as he still wasn’t feeling very generous towards the dwarves and their title for Bilbo. After a moment, however, Bilbo sighed and patted the spot next to him. Thorin sat down. “I will be right as rain as soon as we reach the Lonely Mountain, no reason to worry.”
Thorin nodded, but still he seemed sad, a little aprehensive perhaps, though not of outwordly things like a dragon. He glanced at Bilbo, frowned, and pointedly smoothed the warm blanket Bilbo had thrown over himself; leaving his arm over Bilbo’s shoulders.
They silently stared West and watched the sun go down over the horizon.
Fffff This was really beautifully written. I only saw it by chance (If you guys ever write anything you should let me know because I *will* miss it.)
At first I was like ‘Awwww thorin!!’ and then….my HEART
“Would that I could make you well at once, Master Burglar.”
Because he just wants to carry on his quest.
Ugh so sad! Thank you!
Title: 8:43 AM
Notes: Inspired by this beautiful fanart by Julie <3
His feet haven’t even hit the floor when Stiles’ hand wraps around Derek’s arm and tugs him back. “Come back to bed.” The younger man whines. The smile Derek hears in Stiles’ voice urges him to smile as well but he fights against it.
The werewolf ducks down to grab his discarded jeans, “No.” As he examines the material and debates putting it on or tossing it into the laundry basket, Stiles huffs and takes his hand away. Derek’s tempted to remind him that he’s in his early twenties and thus, he cannot pout and huff at people to get his own way.
‘Not that that’ll stop him.' Derek thinks wryly, tilting his ear towards the swish of shifting sheets behind him. He's anticipating Stiles sitting up in bed, as languid as an emperor, before flopping over Derek's back. “C'mon.” Stiles whines in a louder voice, “Injured mate over here! Aren't you supposed to pamper me?”
Storytime hour, Derek - what’s he doing to you?! XD
Ahh Meeya, this was so cuteeeee, these babiesss ahhh
Ugh so precious!
And last for tonight~
Before the siege by the wyrm, Smaug, Thorin remembered all the grand feasts he and his family had in Erebor when he was young.
Meats, cheeses, potatoes, ale aplenty, enough to feed a dozen armies and cooked by the finest chefs Thror could find in all of Middle Earth, each dish served on platters decorated with gold, precious metals, and jewels.
Being a homeless vagabond, working for scraps and a few measly coins, after the loss of the kingdom had Thorin missing those times dearly in the past.
And yet, here in this little Hobbit hole, in this modest and cozy kitchen of comfort, Thorin came to two small realizations as he sampled the simple stew Bilbo cooked just for the two of them for dinner.
1.) Food tastes best when you share it with someone you love.
And 2.) there were few greater pleasures in life than knowing a Hobbit loves you enough to cook a meal for you.
Awwwww, this is just so sweet and heartwarming.
Beautiful description and just
*melts into a puddle*
Winter came in harsh and quickly that year, so swiftly that the dwarves easily were caught by surprise and could only harvest half of the scarce crops needed for the population of Ered Luin. Thus, rationing was required that season for each dwarf family, and hunting all day in the deep snow was a necessity. However, in the harsh blizzards, it was difficult to find game, and more often than not, Thorin and the others came back empty handed.
"Uncle, aren’t you going to eat?"
Thorin stopped nibbling on his small slice of bread as he looked at Fíli who was eagerly eating the soup Dís made as an effort to spread out the two rabbits he snared earlier. Kíli was sitting on Thorin’s lap, hungrily gobbling Thorin’s stewed potatoes.
"I am eating."
"You’ve been nibbling on that bread this whole time. And Kee’s been eating the rest of your food."
There were times Thorin wished Fíli wasn’t an observant child. Thorin continued nibbling his allotted slice, ignoring the small pangs on hunger in his stomach.
"Kíli is a growing boy; he needs the food more. This is all I require."
Fíli just looked at him quietly, contemplative. Thorin didn’t need to be a seer to know that his sister’s son didn’t believe him, just like the other days during this past month when he voiced anything similar to the current subject. And once, only once, in the past, Fíli tried sneaking Thorin some of his own food off his plate during meals. All the stern glares and reprimands from Thorin didn’t deter the blond child, so Thorin played the rather dirty tactic of telling Fíli that he’d make his mother very sad if Dís knew Fíli and Kíli weren’t getting enough food.
Fíli quietly returned to his soup. And Thorin internally sighed in relief, hugging Kíli a little tighter as he internally counted the days until winter would be over.
Weh, I just love this concept. That, despite being so young Fili is hyper conscious of everythign that goes on around him.
And ugh, Thorin, you’re so good to these kids - it’s no wonder they followed you on your quest and would do anything for your approval.
This is really precious!!
I always end up thinking about - what if Bilbo had turned back that night in the cave? He would have run right into Azog. And what if a scout recognised Bilbo as having seen him with the dwarves.
Food for thought~
"Nothing to say, Halfling?" Azog sneered as he used the rusty hook in his hands to forcefully tilt Bilbo’s chin upwards into his face. The pale orc never got tired of seeing the fear and terror in his victims’ eyes before execution, flooded with tears. It was a hard but enjoyable pleasure.
Bilbo would have cried if he could. After all, when captured by Azog’s troop and being bound hand and foot and brought to a kneeling position in front of a monster who would kill thousands if it suited him, surrounded by over a hundred Orcs and Wargs as a bloodthirsty audience, this would as good of a reason as any. Well, that and a reason to curse Fate, Gandalf, his own rotten luck. But instead of tears, it was just a numb feeling of ice that scarcely allowed Bilbo to breathe, much less utter a word.
Azog tried a different tactic as the behemoth knelt down in front of Bilbo.
"We know they probably didn’t trust you…" the orc growled, his vulpine smile failing at hiding the malice underneath.
He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.
"They probably did not tell you much, given their disdain for those outside their own race…" Azog purred, the sharp tip of the hook gliding ever so softly across Bilbo’s cheek like a demented lover.
He’s been lost ever since he left his home.
"But you know where they are…" Azog whispered, his eyes gleaming.
He should not have come, he has no place among us.
"I can make it quick, as soft and sudden as a mother’s kiss from her arms. Just show me where they reside."
Nor will I be responsible for his fate.
"Where is Thorin Oakenshield?" Azog asked, his jaundiced eyes boring into the depths of Bilbo’s hazel orbs.
Loyalty, honor, a willing heart, I can ask no more than that.
Bilbo, taking a shuddering breath, opened his mouth. Teeth gleaming in anticipation Azog (and the surrounding Orcs) tuned in.
"What do you mean? Do you wish me to tell you where he lives, or mean that you wish to know where his heart resides? Or that Thorin goes by another alias called ‘Where’? Or that you wish to know where Thorin got the oak branch he proudly carries?"
An answer worthy of Gandalf’s admiration. Too bad Azog didn’t see the humor as he backhanded Bilbo (with his real hand, and not the one with the hook) across the face with a cheated snarl. Bilbo felt blood run down his chin as he spat out a tooth, his entire jaw throbbing. One of the orcs holding Bilbo drew out his sword, ready to kill Bilbo for his impudence, but Azog stood up and held his own sword to his subordinate’s throat, ready to slay his own soldier if he took another step.
"No…" Azog growled, "Not now. I have another use for the Halfling."
"Azog!" gasped Ori as he, Gandalf, and the other dwarves stuck in the tree, surrounded by Wargs and fire and Orcs, saw the pale abomination step through the flames. And next to him…
"BILBO!" screamed Bofur in dread and fear as he precariously hung onto the pine branches. Thorin felt his heart plummet to his stomach as one of Azog’s commanded brought forth a struggling Bilbo, hands bound behind his back and gagged with a strip of cloth. Azog smirked at the surprised, wide-eyed look of blame and dread on Thorin’s face as the Orc leader drew out his sword.
"What is a duel without a prize, Thorin Oakenshield?" Azog implied eagerly.
OMGGGGG!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!!
Ahhh Bilbo, the poor babyyyy ;w;
*clutches him and cradles*
Thank you so much for writing this!
Title: Converge and Dissolve
Relationships: Raleigh Becket/Chuck Hansen, Tendo Choi/Mako Mori, Newton Geiszler/OC
Chuck’s POV of the events before and immediately after Disperse and Align.
Chuck recovers from the injuries he’s sustained during Operation Pitfall, which…
This is off to a great start!!!
Ahhhh, you really seem to have an understanding of the procedures and ughhh I was wincing at soem of the descriptions but damn it’s so good.
Love your characterisations and cant wait for more!!
Thorin took the brunt of the beating to keep Bilbo safe - Dwarves are made of sturdier stuff, after all.
But Bilbo’s not too pleased with it. At all.
"You daft, thick-headed fool!"
"What was the point of all that?! You look halfway to your deathbed!"
"They will not break me."
"They can try. And you look as though they’re trying they’re hardest."
"It doesn’t matter."
"Of course it matters! Why shouldn’t it matter?”
"It matters not that I am hurt, if it means you are not."
“That is what matters to me, my Halfling.”
THIS IS SO SWEET!!
Title: If You’re Wondering
Notes: Based on this lovely smoochies fanart that Julie made <3 And the subsequently discussion that arose around it lol
College is… well. It’s beyond his expectations.
A lot of people had warned him that the work would be harder, professors more strict and quote unquote ‘kiss your regular sleep schedule good bye’. The work is more difficult than high school because the professor’s expectations are lot higher but Stiles can work with that. It takes a while but he manages to understand what calibre of work his teachers need and adjusts accordingly. And sure enough, his already whacked out sleep schedule goes a bit more whacky.
Besides the academic side of things, Stiles had been told that college involves a lot of partying, getting to meet new people and lots of chances to hook up. There’s partying sure enough - there seems to be a party every week and his room mate, Andy, drags Stiles out once a fortnight because apparently Stiles studies too much. So he gets to meet a lot of new people, several of them who express a clear interest in him. Which, Stiles really, really likes.
Except that his friends, Stiles uses the term loosely at present, seem intent on cock blocking him from near and afar.
AHhahahah ommmggg Meeya! This is so perf!
I actually cant. I’m dead.
I just love Dereks people, Stiles will have to help him work on that. And Stiles…so smart, but so oblivious when it comes to people liking him.
And Stiles’ scattered thought process…which bluescreened when Derek kissed his face 8DD