#((please do!))

Ruben in a black tank top exposing his tattooed arms and necklace. Hair slicked back with gel (just as he had it at the funeral), but after a while of dancing, it is no longer neat.

They keep on having good fun, dancing, maybe even taking some coke. However, after a while Ava starts feeling nauseous and a bit unwell from all the substances, so Mona decides to leave with her in a taxi back home, leaving their boys in the club. Niall being as great of a "husband" as always.

He keeps on dancing in the crowd alongside Ruben, getting some more drinks in the meantime. As the drinks keep coming, they start drifting closer and closer to each other, getting more handsy, forgetting personal space. Ruben grabbing his arm, maybe getting hold of his neck and inhaling for a little while, pulling him closer by the waist... It's just dancing, right? Music is loud and thumping, and Niall is right there, flushed and laughing and open to his touch. And Silence by Delerium is playing in the background...

They eventually stumble back to Ruben's place, tangled up in each other just to keep their balance. Mona is probably already asleep. Niall lands on a couch, and Ruben "helps him" get his pants down and, while doing so, awakens his lifelong obsession with his cock. Maybe they make out messily or just stick to devouring each other on every other body part because kissing is just too gay for them.

Except at some point in the early morning, Mona wakes up to get some water for her hangover and notices them passed out, basically naked, in rather suggestive circumstances. She decides to keep quiet, as she never wants to unleash the beast in Ruben that would surely come out when confronted about this. But she had always had her suspicions...

Maybe something with Kaos knowing what was going to happen to Rue? Whether that’s saving Rue, or having to tell her why he let that happen to her at some point—how would Rue feel if she found out that Kaos could have saved her and chose not to?

(Also, can I send multiple asks?)

"You knew," Rue said. It echoed in the void.

"I saw," Anathra agreed. His eyes were so blue. Blue as they'd been Before, when he'd told her it would be okay. They glowed in the dark between worlds.

He wasn't Anathra: this he'd said. Had she ever met Anathra? Would she, ever?

"Why?" They asked, bursting ragged on their tongue. "You—you knew. Why?"

He looked sad, almost. What right had he to this sadness? He wasn't the one who would land.

"You'll wake up soon," he said. And then: "Anathra will miss you."

"Wait—!"

These things don't affect Hobbits in the Shire all that much as temperatures rarely dip below -5°C or above +25°C. [I know that doesn't make much sense given how far inland the Shire is, but Tolkien was making it out to be Middle-Earth's [insert England here.] Also, look at the mountains around Mordor: does that seem like the invention of someone who cares about sensible geography? So yeah mild enough in the Shire.]

But these changes REALLY take effect in places with much wider seasonal variations.

What if in very hot places Hobbits tan, and then tan much, much darker than humans? What if their hair gets thinner so as not to over-heat? If it gets thicker for warmth in Winter, why would it not go the other way?

What if Frodo, as he was nodding off on Caradhras was going into hibernation?

What if Hobbits can withstand insane seasonal variations? +50°C -- still trucking along just fine, has become nocturnal to cope. -40°C -- has made a burrow, is in hibernation, fine.

What if their pupils can contract and dilate much further than humans, allowing them so see fine in both very bright and very dark conditions? What if their pupils can change shape: becoming cat-like in dim light?

What if Hobbits are terribly efficient at dispelling heat from their bodies? They sweat more than humans, maybe blood goes down to their feet (which are exposed) and cool that way. [I'm thinking like how, isn't it that African elephants pump blood around their ears and flap them to efficiently cool down.]

On the other end of the spectrum, Hobbits are very efficient at warming back up. They're round and fat as a form of insulation, and usually just plain old shivering will warm them back up. The Fell Winter took so many Hobbits not because it was exactly too cold for them, but rather due to the lack of food they burned through their natural insulation -- and that is why they froze.

What if -- and I actually reckon this is more-or-less canon -- Hobbits can survive much longer on very little food compared to other species, as long as they don't get too cold? Hobbits eat 7 meals a day by nessisity. But they can survive on barely one, as long as there's nothing else actively killing them.

What if Hobbits can take anything nature throws at them? Sure they won't be all too comfortable, but they'll get on with it. Their bodies just ADAPT to it, for the most part.