Artists: @rkdoesartthings (banner) & @rauko-creates (banner edits + story art)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 17,061
Pairing/s: Karen Singer/Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer/Karen Singer, John Winchester/Mary Winchester
Characters: Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Missouri Moseley, Bobby Singer, Karen Singer, Daniel Singer, Daniel Elkins, Azazel
Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, Mary Lives, John Winchester Dies, POV Second Person, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Sexual Content
Summary:
You knew what you were doing. You knew what kind of deal you were making.
Demons lie, Mary.
Title: With You, Here After the End
Word Count: 17k
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationships: Frodo/Sam/Rose, Minor Gandalf/Círdan
Characters: Sam Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Rosie Cotton, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Tom Cotton (the elder), Lily Brown Cotton, Gandalf, Bilbo Baggins, Galadriel, Círdan
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Divergent, Polyamory, Fix-It, the hobbits have PTSD
Summary: Sam and Frodo return to the Shire; they've survived (though not unscathed), and now Sam is faced with a dilemma: He loves Rosie, always has, and that remains true...but it is no longer the whole truth — he loves Frodo, too.
Meanwhile, along with the trauma from their quest, Frodo grapples with his own feelings for Sam and his growing affection for Rose, while doing his best to stay out of their way for what he thinks is their sake.
Rose knows that they're all better together and is doing her best to make Sam and Frodo see it, too, before it's too late.
I am so grateful to have been able to work with @kerkusa in this round of the @tolkienrsb. Could not have asked for a better partner. Massive thanks to the Mods for being ever awesome and to Petra for being ever patient and amazing 💚
Not to be a boomer (I'm actually not though) but I desperately miss having friends that we would like...actually call and talk to each other.
Like don't get me wrong I generally prefer texting too especially if it's just a quick question or whatever but sometimes you just need to hear someone's voice and laugh and rant together
Whitney spends her free time reading/writing/betaing Destiel fic. She loves her two cats Harley and Selina (Harley Quinn + Selina Kyle). She selfishly co-created this bang to get Destiel coded Sailor Moon, DBZ, InuYasha, and Yu Yu Hakusho content.
Meet your mod @rauko-is-a-free-elf!
Rauko is an author/artist who somehow managed to not discover that fandom was a thing that could be participated in and shared until their late 20s when they discovered the Spn fandom, but it could be argued they've been writing DBZ/Tolkien crossovers since they were 8 (argued, this will NEVER be proven lol).
They helped form this bang for the purely selfish reasons of needing to put Dean and Cas in silly little anime outfits. They're Dean-coded that way.
Images of them just turn to static, but have this recent art of theirs that they will not be explaining.
Meet your mod @deancodedcastielenby!
Lace has been writing fanfiction since they were about the age of eleven and discovered that they were not the only one who thought that different things should happen in a book. However the site used to house those fanfictions no longer exists. Now they write out of pure spite most days and create all sorts of things that drop into their head! Lace may have also unintentionally created the spark needed to craft this bang based upon some Yu-Gi-Oh! Questions and here we are!
choccy milk (even though I'm pretty sure typing "choccy" instead of "chocolate" almost gave me hives I don't know why but I can't handle it lol. We are definitely baking cookies though)
Cas is so very tired of pretending that he isn't madly in love with Dean.
He steps outside during Sam and Eileen's wedding reception for a breather.
Dean follows him.
(for @aloha-cowgirl)
(Edit: Part 2 is here)
Cas watched as Sam spun Eileen around the dancefloor. He smiled. Dancing, this thing that he thought of as so tied up in music...was one of her favorite things. She had talked to him about it once. Cas had been so puzzled when Sam said they would have dancing at their wedding. She had said she loved the experience because everyone in the room was also speaking with their bodies, communicating and moving together in a language that they didn’t have to learn but somehow all understood. It was beautiful. “I won’t lie though,” she had laughed as she told Cas, “everyone does look pretty rediculous while they do it. It’s another reason I love it.” Cas watched her now, weaving various signs into her dance movements, telling Sam that she loved him as they moved around each other. Cas smiled.
He scanned the crowd and saw Dean. He was dancing with one of the bridesmaids and the sight made Cas’s chest feel like it was caving in. It didn’t hurt because his love for Dean was unrequited. It hurt because his love so obviously was returned.
But not in front of people. For the longest, Cas had thought that he was reading into things, that he was simply being hopeful. But he could no longer deny the way Dean was around him, the way his eyes followed him, the way he found silly excuses to touch him, the way his fingers lingered when he did so, the way he licked his lips as his eyes paused on Cas’s. And when they were alone, Dean sat a little closer. His touches lingered a little longer. He hugged Cas a little more. He smiled at him a little wider.
It was infuriating. Because Cas...Cas was so gone on Dean. Yet, for some unknowable reason, and even though Dean seemed to love him too, it wasn’t allowed. Dean was not his. Why couldn’t Dean be his? Because he was Dean’s completely. Every molecule of grace and flesh no longer belonged to its creator. It belonged wholly to this wild, green-eyed hunter that was now dipping another partner.
Cas stood and walked towards the door. He needed air. He needed a few moments to not have to carefully fix his face as though he didn’t care. It was a small wedding, just the hunter family, but it was suddenly too much of a crowd for Cas. He stepped out and breathed in the night air. He walked around and leaned against the wall outside Jody’s house where Sam and Eileen’s wedding and reception were being held. It wasn’t long before he heard his voice.
“Cas? Everything okay buddy?” Cas’s insides erupted in a mixture of butterflies and searing pain. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to knock some sense into Dean and then push him up against the wall and kiss him senseless. He wanted to pull him into his arms and hold him until Dean acknowledged that he belonged there, that he fit there, and that no two people had ever needed each other more. But he did none of those things.
“I’m fine, Dean.” He didn’t watch Dean’s reaction. He kept his eyes closed and head leaned back against the wall.
The ground crunched under Dean’s feet and he shuffled them. “Um, okay. I...I’ll see you inside then.”
Cas listened to Dean’s footsteps retreat before sinking to the ground. Angels don’t cry, but Cas had never been a very good angel. He propped an elbow on one knee, put his face in his hand, and let the tears fall. He thought of Sam and Eileen and how happy they were, how beautiful they looked in each others arms twirling around the room. Why couldn’t he and Dean be like that? Why couldn’t he hold Dean’s hand? Why couldn’t he pull Dean close and kiss him in front of their family and God and everyone? Why couldn’t he scream out what everyone already knew...that he loved Dean Winchester with every corporeal and incorporeal part of his being? Why-
“Cas?” Cas jerked his head up to see Dean standing above him. “Cas...shit, man. What…?” Dean moved to kneel next to him but Cas stopped him and stood instead, facing him with red-rimmed eyes. Dean faltered for a moment before bringing a hand to Cas’s face. “Cas...buddy, what’s wrong?”
Cas leaned into the touch for a moment and brought his hand up to cover Dean’s, threading their fingers together. He watched as Dean’s eyes stuck on their interlaced fingers, then sighed. He pulled Dean’s hand away from his face. “It’s nothing, Dean.”
“Dude, it’s obviously something.” Cas shook his head and made to leave. Dean stopped him and pinned him to the wall, stepping in close, ignoring any sense of “personal space” that he once would have demanded. It irritated Cas. What did Dean want from him? And would he even…
Castiel scowled. “Would you stand this close if Sam were here?”
That surprised Dean. He sucked in a quick breath and stepped back. “I...what does that...dude, what are you talking about?”
“This, Dean.” Cas took Dean’s hand and pulled it back to him, returning it to its earlier position of his cheek. “Sometimes...you touch me like this, or like this…” he raised his other hand to the back of Dean’s neck, thumb tracing lines on the side of it, fingers reaching up into short hair, “but only when noone’s looking. What does it mean, Dean?”
Dean stood with mouth gaping, seemingly unable to find words. His eyes were full of the same pain that Cas himself was so familiar with. “Cas, I…” He shut his mouth and swallowed, not finding a response.
“I want to dance with you, Dean.”
Dean let out a shaky laugh. “What?”
“I want to dance with you...and let people see. I want to hold your hand when we walk. I want to tell you that I love you. I want to tell everyone that I love you. I want to scream it out for them to know that no being in existence has ever loved anyone more than I have loved you. Dean, I...why can’t we be like that? Dean-”
Whatever else Cas was going to say was cut off as he found himself again crowded against the wall with Dean pressed close. “Cas…” Dean’s eyes played over his face. His fingers traced the same patterns...up to his hairline, down along his jaw, brushed gently over his lips. His fingers cupped Cas’s jaw as his eyes slowly came back up to meet Cas’s. “I’m no good at this, Cas.”
“At what, Dean?”
“At loving you. Because I do. I need you. I love you so god damn much, but...I don’t know how to do it without hurting you. I’m scared, Cas.”
“Dean…” But Dean’s lips were on his, barely, timidly, chastely, but they were there. They moved slowly, testing. Cas sighed into it, returning it just as softly. Dean pulled away with a shy look on his face.
“Um, I just realized that you never said in that list of things that you actually wanted to kiss me…”
Cas let out a soft laugh and pulled Dean back to him, pressing their lips together, wrapping his arms around Dean’s back and running his hands over it gently. Dean’s arms wound themselves around Cas as well. One had found it’s way into Cas’s hair and pulled him tighter, deepening the kiss. Cas smiled against Dean’s lips. “I love you, Dean...in unreasonable amounts.”
“I...I love you too, Cas...so much.”
Cas hummed and buried his face into Dean’s neck. They stood there like that for a moment, just holding each other, enjoying the feel of it before Dean lifted Cas’s chin for one more small kiss, took his hand, and began pulling him towards the door.
“Dean? What are-”
Dean turned back with a shy smile. “I, uh...think I owe you a dance.”
