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Touch - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of the Without Warning Series (Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC)

Rating: M (smut. smut. smut. swearing. smut.)

Summary: Joel's late for dinner again...he comes home to face his punishment...

MDNI. 18+ content.

AN: Can be considered a continuation of Don't Be Late

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The job had run longer than anticipated, delays in the project keeping Joel occupied at the office where he conducted actual contracting jobs. He’d been putting more time into his business front with tax season slowly approaching, he had to make sure things were still in order to avoid any government suspicions. Plus, with his alliances forming nicely after taking down David and his band of idiots, he’d experienced a significant drop in supply loss, allowing him more mental space to deal with his legit company.

The time had gotten away from him as he closed a deal on a new project downtown, the estimated profit keeping his spirits high. He’d been riding the high of success all day that he didn’t pay any mind to his phone, one important notification getting lost amongst the others until he finally got a moment to himself, his investors having left not too long.

It popped up after he’d sorted through his emails for the day, a delayed reminder of what he’d already seemed to have missed. Dinner at 7pm.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He bolted from his chair, the rolling seat nearly toppling over from the force as he swiped his keys off the table and ran out the door to his truck. His heart was beating at an unsafe rate as he turned a street car with an obnoxious screech of his tires.

Fuck. He fucked up. He really fucked up.

It was nearing 9pm when he got home, a bundle of roses and a stuffed bear from the gas station in his arms as he walked in through the garage. The house was eerily quiet, most of the downstairs lights off already. Fucking shit.

He didn’t dare call out to her, knowing how utterly screwed he was this time.

Moving up the stairs with only the flashlight on his phone as a light source, he crept up each step like the next person about to die in a horror movie, blood rushing through his ears as he grew more and more anxious. There was a warm light peeking through the crack at the bottom of their bedroom door. She was awake. Of course, she was still awake.

The door creaked open. He stood there, biting his lip nervously, taking in what would have been a comforting scene any other day. Any other day where he hadn’t fucked up and forgotten about dinner with his girl. She didn’t look up from the book in her lap, hair pinned up loosely as she read by the light of her bedside lamp.

Joel swallowed the thick lump in his throat, praying to whatever higher being out there that she didn’t unleash hell on him and if she did, she took mercy on his poor old soul. Although small, she had a fire that he often enjoyed poking and teasing at, unless that fire burst into pure wrath, because then he was absolutely terrified to be on the receiving end of it.

“...Hey...baby girl…” he spoke softly, taking a hesitant step into the bedroom, adjusting his grip on his offering that he hoped would lessen the inevitable blow.

“Long day?” she asked, slowly turning the page of her book, voice unnervingly calm.

“Uh,” he swallowed his nerves, taking another hesitant step towards her. “Y-yeah, got the deal…breakin’ ground next week,” he said with an uneasy chuckle. “B-brought you somethin’,” he added quickly, laying the flowers and stuffed bear down at the end of the bed.

She was too still, too quiet. He didn’t like it one bit. How could this tiny woman strike so much fear into him?

“Tired?” she asked, not even glancing at his gifts.

“Uh…yeah, a little…” he shrugged, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his breathing coming out in uneven shudders. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing to just bite the bullet. “Are…are you mad at me?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “No.”

“Really?” he questioned softly, hesitant to get any closer.

“Not mad,” she muttered, opening her eyes with a slight shake of her head. “Disappointed.”

He sighed in defeat. Honestly, he’d take her being pissed off and furious over let down, disappointed, whatever it was she was displaying to him now. Pressing his lips together in a thin line, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grasp her ankle that was tucked under the sheets. She inched it back towards her body, causing a pang to shoot through his chest. He hated when she withdrew from him like this.

“Look, baby, I’m sorry. Time got away from me, can I make it up to you? We can go out to that breakfast place you love so much, I’m yours for the entire day, darlin’,I swear” he tried to bargain, desperate to be back in her good graces.

She scowled at him, folding the covers back and setting her book on the nightstand. “Sit down, Joel,” she said flatly, nodding towards the armchair in the corner of the room, the one he’d often sit and fiddle with his guitar in when he had some downtime.

Nodding, he got up, easing back into the chair as she followed behind him without another word. Her silence was maddening as she brought her hand to his jaw, her soft fingers caressing his trimmed stubble. It was strange, the contrast between the irritation in her eyes and the soft touches she gave him. It was…unnerving.

“Gun,” she demanded quietly, opening her hand to him.

He tensed, but gave up his pistol without a second thought. She held it in her smaller hands for a moment before setting it on the dresser. He sat stiffly as she came around the back of the chair, her hands on his shoulders, starting to massage his tense muscles with a soft sigh from her lips.

“B-baby, can we just…talk ab-.”

“Hush, Joel,” she cut him off, gripping his shoulders a little firmer to emphasize her cold words.

He shut his mouth immediately with a soft click of his teeth, his body buzzing from her touch, his mind still apprehensive by her too calm demeanor. He couldn’t even enjoy how her fingers attempted to work the tension out of his shoulder blades, too nervous about the leashed anger she could have brewing inside her.

“I had something special planned for tonight, just for you,” she admitted softly, her lips grazing the shell of his ear, making him jump at the sudden warm breath on him. She chuckled darkly at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry, really, b-.”

“Shut up, Joel,” she huffed, bringing a hand to the back of his head, fisting his salt and pepper curls tightly in her hand and pulling back so that he was forced to look up at her once she stood straight again.

He couldn’t help but groan at the sharp pain and the way she commanded him so effortlessly fueled by her own frustration.

His mind fogged briefly as he recalled the previous times she’s pulled his hair like this, usually when she was under him and desperate for his touch, not like this though, not with a blazing fire in her dark eyes and a slight scowl on her pretty, pouty lips.

“Getting turned on already, baby?” she smirked, noticing how he shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the outline of his cock prominent against the dark denim of his jeans as his legs spread in a futile attempt to relieve some of his discomfort. “Too bad,” she scoffed, releasing his hair, his throat eliciting another deep groan, this time of frustration, escaping his lips as he reached around to try and chase her form.

“Stop,” she commanded, grabbing his wrist just as he was about to grab onto her waist. “Stay.”

She backed up from him, his hand falling into his lap as he watched her closely. She stood just in front of the bed, her fingers gripping the ends of his t-shirt that she wore, the one she often wore to sleep. Joel’s hungry gaze followed each movement closely, his mouth going dry as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing a black lace set, lines of flimsy lace crossing over her chest and down her sternum, leaving her nipples exposed and lifted under the soft material. Fuck.

She kept her eyes on him as she slid back onto the bed, slipping those tiny sleep shorts off to reveal the rest of her hidden set to him. He swore under his breath, bringing his fist to his mouth as he bit his knuckle roughly, his knee bouncing erratically as he tried to keep from jumping on her. Gods, she was absolutely stunning as she peered over her body at him, laying out on the giant bed, his own personal pinup model.

The dainty material had no real structure, the criss-crossing strips of black lace connected along her waist to the garter belt fit snugly on her hips. Hungry eyes trailed down her form until he was looking directly at her soaked pussy, exposed to the air, the only hints of underwear being more lace strips lining her hips.

Joe’s dark gaze continued down to the sheer stockings covering her feet up to her thighs, held up by the clips of the garter belt. Her hand came down to trail a teasing line down her stomach, head laid back on the bed as she spread her legs for him, dainty fingers rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“B-baby,” he pleaded, shifting his seat again, bringing his free hand to rub over his aching cock through his jeans.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Joel,” she snapped, lifting her head, catching him trying to undo his belt buckle. “You’re not allowed to touch…yourself or me,” she said, sitting up on one elbow, glaring at him as she rubbed at her clit, dipping her ring finger into her dipping heat with a soft sigh, closing her eyes.

This was his punishment. He’d take her yelling at him over this torture any day.

“P-please, baby…” he begged, unsure of what he was begging for exactly, just needing her to do something besides play with herself as if he wasn’t even there, willing and ready.

He grunted, trying to readjust his throbbing cock as he sat back, taking deep breaths in a weak attempt to get a hold of himself.

“Touch yourself again and I’ll tie your hands to the chair,” she warned, hearing the slight shift of his belt buckle over his heavy breathing.

Fuck, that was hot. The threat. The way she held control over him. The way she tortured him. It was the most pleasurable kind of punishment.

“C-can I at least-.”

“No, stay there and watch,” she cut him off sharply, dipping two fingers into her dripping heat, crooking them slightly with a self-satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes.

He sat, squirming and panting like a dog, for who knows how long while she worked herself up agonizingly slowly, teasing herself open, her body on full display to him. He didn’t try to plead with her again, just took his punishment as best he could, clothes too constricted, body too warm, cock too hard, overall just too on edge, by the time she lifted her head again.

“Look at you,” she cooed, bringing her fingers to her lips, licking her own juices off, causing him to groan and swear under his breath. “You look absolutely wrecked, baby.”

He grunted, itching to get out of the chair, but holding himself back as he fisted the ends of the arm rests with white knuckles. “D-darlin’…” he pleaded, his voice almost like a low whine as he watched her lick the length of her index finger clean, transfixed on how her juices glistened in the low light.

“It sucks, doesn’t it…” she said softly, bringing her wet fingers down to circle her nipples, his eyes following every moment, watching the soft bud perking from her touch. “...to be waiting and waiting…and not get what you want?” she cooed with a wicked smirk, moving to her other nipple, working it to a stiff peak as she tilted her head back with an erotic sigh, presenting the curve of her neck to him.

“P-please, sweetheart,” he groaned, unable to keep still at this point, knees bouncing frantically, hands moving up and down his thighs as he tried to find some relief.

“Answer me,” she demanded with a slight glare, her own eyes a little hazy, pupils dilated but he could sense the irritation still present behind them.

“Yes, y-yes, it sucks, I’m sorry, baby,” he groaned desperately, loudly, his hips jerking into the air fruitlessly as he attempted to chase the pleasure that wouldn’t come, body coated in a light layer of sweet from how painfully turned on he was by her little show.

She chuckled, a dark sound that had his pulse skyrocketing. “You’re going to watch me come, handsome,” she stated leaving no room for argument, leaning back, spreading her legs wider as she now used both hands on herself, two fingers thrusting lewdly into her soaking heat, the other hand working her clit in quick, tight circles. He couldn’t take the sounds of her wet, squelching pussy sucking in her fingers, a desperate moan for her covering the sounds momentarily.

“L-let me do it, p-please, baby, let me make you feel good, I’m sorry,” he now openly whined from his spot, grinding up into the air in time with her fingers, feeling like he might come in his pants just from watching her.

“No. This is your punishment, Joel. Take it and maybe I’ll think about letting you come,” she panted, lost in her own touch, her own hips jerking against her hand as she moaned.

“Please…please…” he begged, mouth running on its own accord at this point, urging her to come, leaning forward as he desperately wished to feel her.

“Gonna come for you, baby,” she sighed blissfully, her hands working up speed until she was shaking, her legs closing around her own hand as she rode the waves of her own high.

She took a moment to catch her breath, slowly opening her legs and bringing two fingers back to her mouth, sucking on her fingertips as she sat up to assess Joel. He was trembling in his seat, lips parted slightly as he watched her come down, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he took labored breaths, sweat beading down the sides of his face. He was a mess, an absolute mess of a man who looked ready to break at any moment.

Sliding off the bed, she approached him, bringing her fingers out of her mouth and offering them to him. He leaned forward, immediately wrapping his dry lips around her fingertips, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he tasted her.

Pushing his shoulder, she eased him to sit back in the chair, pulling her fingers from his lips slowly. Running a hand through the sweaty curls on his forehead, she smiled at him, a true smile filled with affection, her original coldness no longer present as she caressed his face. “Did so well, handsome,” she praised softly, her voice barely above a whisper as he choked on a desperate noise, her touch electrifying against his very sensitive nerves. “Did exactly as you were told…”

“P-please…” he groaned, eyes unfocused as he looked up at her, trembling and aching in his pants, his voice cracking at the end as if he might actually cry.

“What do you want, baby? You want me to touch you? You want to touch me?” she asked softly, standing between his spread legs, resting both hands on his shoulders. “You can touch now, Joel, you earned it.”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, hands immediately grabbing a hold of her waist, yanking her forcefully onto his lap as he attached his lips to her perked nipple, groaning in satisfaction as he rutted up into her like an animal.

She sighed softly, holding onto him as he grinded his clothed cock against her wet heat, the fabric growing damp from the excess of her orgasm dripping down her thighs. Joel’s nails dug into her hips as he grinded into her, his mouth and teeth leaving sharp bites and marks across her breasts as he grunted and growled like a savage beast.

“Fuck, Joel, yes,” she sighed, leaning her head back, remaining pliant as he finally pulled himself out of his pants, hissing at the open air on his overly sensitive tip.

He used one hand to lift her hips, holding the base of his length with his other hand until he could aim and thrust up into her fully, both of them moaning at the intrusion. She squeezed his length so perfectly, warm, wet heat, coating his neglected cock. His mind was absolutely gone at this point, his body moving only on primal urges as he fucked her in quick, hard thrusts, growling and grunting viciously.

It didn’t take long for his own release to wash over them. She whined as he rutted into her, a sharp snarl escaping his throat as he pumped her full of his come, holding her down on his cock until there was nothing left to give.

Joel went still after his release, eyes closed, chest rising and falling erratically as he tried to catch his breath, mind still too foggy to resist as she eased herself off his lap, disappearing into the bathroom momentarily. In his fucked out haze, he could hear the faint sound of the toilet flushing before she reappeared, fully dressed in her loungewear again.

He watched with tired eyes as she went over to her bedside table, the foil of a Plan B pill crinkling in the quietness of the room briefly before she popped it in her mouth, followed by a long drink of water.

“You okay, handsome?” she asked softly, returning to his lap, offering him the half-full bottle of water.

“I’m good,” he nodded, his senses returning to normal after a quick, refreshing sip.

“Need anything?” she followed-up, her fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp just how he liked after a long day.

He shook his head, sweaty arms wrapping around her, keeping her held tightly against his chest. “Just you…”

“You did so well, Joel, took your punishment so perfectly,” she purred against his jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his heated skin.

He hummed as his large rough hands held her tightly against his body. “...I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured after a moment, eyes closed as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“It’s fine, Joel…there will be other dinners…besides…you’ve made up for it more than enough,” she praised him, kissing all over his face sweetly.

“I like when you give orders,” he muttered against her lips, words slurred from fatigue, kissing her slowly.

Now she is the one who hummed in acknowledgement. “Just don’t make being late a habit…might not let you come at all next time,” she teased with a soft laugh, earning a low chuckle from him before she pulled him into bed, leaving a trail of his clothes between the chair and bed to be dealt with the next morning.

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 23

WELCOME TO PART 3!! AHHHH I'm so excited that we've finally reached the actual hobbit storyline. It's been almost 3 months since I uploaded the last chapter, but I've made it worth it by returning with a double chapter package, so I hope you're around this weekend for when I post chapter 24! Enjoy! <3

Summary: When two girls fell into Middle Earth, excited at the prospects of living through their all time favourite novel, they find things are not as they seem. Something is watching them, as if they're being dared to reveal their secrets. How will they survive the challenges of the journey, dealing with the darkness that follows them, alongside certain two princes who are fascinated at everything they do, and a brooding, grumpy king who begins to suspect that they aren't telling the whole truth.

Where were they from, really? They did take the rabbit hole down, after all.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 4542

Warnings: Swearing.

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Part 3: Chapter 23 -

The Shaquille O’Neal of Improvisation.

Oneirataxia (Definition): The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

(Noun / Origin: Derived from the Greek word 'oneiros', meaning dream and 'taxis' meaning arrangement / one-er-tax-ea)

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Monday, 25th April 2941 of the Third Age (Monday, 5th Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)

Our eyes widened, a silence falling over the both of us as we stilled. Staring at each other, we remained frozen like statues, listening for the words we had been desperately anticipating for the past 19 months.

And just like that, our prayers were answered.

“What do you mean?” Grumbled an oh-so familiar voice, and I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end. “Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?” The two of us practically scrambled onto our hands and knees, hovering our ears near the bush to catch every word. “Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning, or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?”

I leant up on my knees, ignoring the sharp sting of a random thistle that Bilbo had forgotten to meticulously weed out. Grasping Kay’s shoulder, I held my breath, preparing for what was about to be revealed in front of us. Something we had been waiting an eternity for.

Slowly raising my head, my eyes immediately locked onto the tip of a pointy, grey hat, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach in nerves and excitement as I rose up further, the hat entering my view inch by inch until it revealed the person wearing it beneath.

Kay grasped my wrist that was still latched onto her shoulder, and I felt myself practically shaking as Gandalf the Grey himself finally came into view. I was almost back in my living room, watching the original scene play out, the shot from the TV coincidentally lining up with the view that was in front of me.

My eyes darted between Bilbo and the tall wizard in front of him, and I felt a tiny bit of relief at the sight of someone taller than me for once. But that didn’t last much longer as the initial shock silenced my spinning mind, taking in the two once-fictional characters with rigorous intensity. Kay and I refused to budge an inch, determined to catch and absorb every second of this moment and keep it seared into our minds for the rest of eternity.

Eyes as wide as owls, our gazes flicked to Bilbo as he squinted up at Gandalf.

“All of them at once, I suppose?” he muttered, waving his wooden pipe around slightly to emphasise.

At this point I could practically hear the soundtrack, the happy Shire tune shifting to one of uncertainty. Gandalf’s expression morphed slightly as he grasped his staff with both hands. Furrowing his brows at the hobbit, he regarded him with a disapproving look, a grumbling hum of unsatisfaction escaping his throat as Bilbo continued to stare up at him in bewilderment.

A moment of silence passed as the two continued their glaring contest, until Bilbo’s usual lack of patience for odd manners got the better of him and broke the quiet.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?” He sputtered out, blinking profusely as if that would help him grasp the situation.

Gandalf’s expression and stance hardly changed as he replied. “That remains to be seen.” He half-muttered, his cryptic wording confusing the poor hobbit further. “I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.” He explained slowly, and we waited patiently for Bilbo’s reply. That was, until Gandalf’s piercing eyes snapped over to where our heads were peeking over the bush, sending a jolt up our spines. “And it’s been rather difficult to find anyone.” He exclaimed, voice raising slightly, almost causing us to cower.

Bilbo continued to squint up at Gandalf, his pipe dropping from his half-open mouth as his brain caught up with what was said. Soon enough, he noticed Gandalf’s gaze had wandered elsewhere, and he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on us. “An – an adventure?” He guffawed, turning back to Gandalf, and his toned shifted to a rather snarky one. “Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures.” Desperate to do something that would get himself further from the wizard and closer to us, he stood up from the bench and stepped over to the letterbox. “Nasty, disturbing –” He reached inside, grasping the letters. “– uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner! I can’t think what anybody sees in them.” He exclaimed before shoving his pipe between his teeth, absentmindedly sorting through the letters and envelopes in his hands as he made some odd noises to try and convince the wizard his interests were elsewhere. He spared Gandalf a brief glance – though it was more of a glare – and noticed the wizard’s eyes were still on us, observing without saying a word. Stepping in front in an attempt to block his view, Bilbo stuck his thumb behind his braces, opened his mouth to continue, but hesitated, instead giving a curt “Good morning.”, and quickly turned towards the door, where he motioned stiffly with his arm for us to follow suit.

Kay and I glanced hesitantly at each other, before rising to our full heights. I found myself unable to move, continuing to stare at the robed figure stood tall at the tiny gate as he returned it with his own scrutinising and wholly unsettling gaze. Though it barely lasted a second as his gaze shifted to one of frustration as he looked over at Bilbo’s retreating figure.

“To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son,” he called out, raising his voice. “as if I were selling buttons at the door.”

Bilbo’s head swivelled round, his body following not long after with a startled look upon his face. “Beg your pardon?” he sputtered.

Gandalf let out a huff, switching his staff to rest in one hand as he spoke. “You’ve changed,” he breathed, a reprimanding tone of disappointment underlining his words. “and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.”

Bilbo’s brows furrowed, leaning forward slightly as he seemed to properly take in the wizard’s appearance for the first time. “I’m sorry do I know you?”

I felt quite awkward, standing by the door fiddling with my hands whilst witnessing the exchange, watching with bated breath as Bilbo desperately tried to end the conversation, then also for one to say something that would set the other off. And if my guesses were correct, that was going to happen relatively soon.

At this point Gandalf’s demeanour had shifted from quiet, obvious frustration to one of exasperated amusement. “ Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I belong to it. I’m Gandalf!” He practically cried. “And Gandalf means…” he gave the hobbit a small but endearing smile. “..me!”

Recognition flashed across Bilbo’s face as his eyes flickered over the tall wizard, and a smile slowly grew on his face. “Not… Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks! I remember those! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!” He emphasised with a few friendly jabs of his finger. “Hah! Old Took used to have them on Mid-Summer’s Eve!”

From where he was stood almost next to me, I watched as he paused, looking Gandalf up and down. Realising what he was about to say next, I side-eyed him with a warning glare, but he took no notice, his attention far too fixated on the wizard.

“I had no idea you were still in business.” He regarded with a frown, and I let out a small sigh of disappointment. Looking off into the distance for a moment to spare myself the second-hand embarrassment of the exchange to come, I glanced back at Gandalf, only to find he had been staring at me the whole time. My eyes widened, and I suddenly found the grass under my feet extremely interesting.

Feeling the burning intensity of Gandalf’s eyes shift elsewhere, I looked back up to find him giving Bilbo a rather scathing look. “And where else should I be?” He demanded, giving the hobbit a small fright with his tone.

Bilbo stiffened. “Well…” he sputtered, blabbering a few more half-words as he gestured around him with his pipe awkwardly, eyes wide. Trailing off, he decided to instead stuff the pipe back in his mouth, finishing his sheepish parade of sounds with a loud clearing of his throat, taking a deep heave from the smoke.

“Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something about me,” Gandalf regarded with another sigh. “even if it’s only my fireworks.” His expression shifted as swiftly as he passed his staff between his hands. “Well then, that’s decided. It will be very good for you all!” he exclaimed with a grin, wagging his finger at us and the rapidly paling hobbit. “And most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.” He concluded with a small, amused bow of his head.

“Wait, us-?!” I exclaimed, almost stepping forwards in shock.

“– Inform the who? What? No! No, no!” Bilbo interrupted my sudden exclamation, storming back up the steps to the circular door. “We do not want any adventures here, thank you!” he cried, jabbing at the ground with a thunderous look. “Not today! I suggest you try somewhere over the hill, or across the water!” He continued, waving his finger in every direction that would take the old man far away from his home. Grasping the golden door knob, he swung around, about to yell something else, before deciding to end his tirade early. “Good morning!” He half-cried, and he stormed into the house.

Apart from the usual sounds of the birds and rustling leaves, silence blanketed the front steps of Bag End. Kay and I were leaning forwards slightly, having bent over to watch the hobbit storm through the doorway. However, the noise of someone clearing their throat had the two of us shooting up, straightening our backs as we turned to the wizard still stood expectantly by the gate.

“And here I was wondering about the day I would come across the two of you.” He proclaimed, settling where he stood as he finally spoke to us.

As if waking from a trance, I let out a loud “HUH?”. All Kay could do was lightly whack me on the shoulder as Gandalf blinked in surprise.

“Though…” he trailed off, flickering his grey-blue eyes between us. “You are not entirely what I expected.”

It was Kay’s turn to act confused as she made an odd noise in the back of her throat, and Gandalf swiftly went to reply.

“You look at me as if I am as familiar as an old cousin, yet I only recognise you by your faces alone.” He began, changing the subject. We only got more confused.

“Have you seen us walking around or something?” I blurted whilst my face scrunched in bafflement. Unconsciously, I took a glance around, as if I was about to spot a hiding place that the wizard could have sprung out of.

“No, no.” He chortled, taking his time to admire the scenery around him with a fond eye. “I haven’t been here in quite some time, I’m afraid. But it seems you both have certainly settled in.” He gestured up and down at us. “The last time I experienced a dream where you were present, you were wearing some awfully odd clothes.” We both glanced with wide eyes at each other, and Gandalf raised a brow. “Sometimes you were here, other times in a very strange place – otherworldly, in my opinion.”

All I could do was stare. There was a weird mix of emotions floating around inside me – a mixture of shock, excitement and suspicion. The latter not so much, because this was Gandalf we were talking about here. Except for the dream part, that weirded me out a little. In the end I barely managed a small shrug. I was at a loss for words.

Though that was broken when Kay piped up next to me. “… Youuu could say that.” She replied with a few light nods. Suddenly her face contorted to one of alarm. “Wait, you dreamt about us?!?!”

At this reveal, Gandalf narrowed his eyes. “Why are you here? If I may ask.” He interrogated firmly, avoiding Kay’s question.

I took a moment to consider my next words – and figured only the truth was the best way. “…Honestly? We could ask you the same thing.” I answered, albeit the nervousness in my voice was quite prominent as I wondering if I had done the right thing. “We didn’t really have a choice, nor did we know this would happen. We just, you know, appeared out the blue from the sky.”

“Out of the blue?” Gandalf repeated amusedly, then glanced up at the cerulean sky. “Quite literally, I take it.” He hummed, and gestured to the door with his staff. “Does he know?”

“He does.” I replied, nodding firmly. “We figured it would be a bit unfair hiding things from the one person who kept us alive and has looked after us this whole time. We kinda owe him our lives.”

Nodding with a low hum, Gandalf seemed satisfied. “And what do you know?”

That caught us off guard.

“What do you mean?” Kay questioned, puzzled but wary.

He tilted his head as he looked at us. “You know who I am, despite us having never met in person. And I am yet to reveal what this journey entails, yet you seem calm and I dare say prepared for this. And along with the vague visions that were conjured as I dreamt, I am therefore led to believe,” He levelled us with a look. “that you may know more than you let on.”

My mouth bobbed open and shut, not to similar to a fish as I absorbed the reality of Gandalf’s statement. ‘He knows.’ Was all my mind managed to conjure. ‘Of course he knows, he’s Gandalf, for Christ’s sake!’

Blinking, a moment passed as I attempted to get a word out, until my throat decided to conjure the oddest sounds as I tried to put together the words. “Mmmmmmmnnyyeeeaaaaahummmhaaawwww-HURK!!!” Kay had elbowed me in the ribs – hard.

“The answer isn’t hum and haw, though we may have an overall idea.” Kay stated as I keeled over with a groan. “But we can’t say much without our throats literally closing up.”

Gandalf squinted at her, his free hand reaching up to absentmindedly stroke at his beard. “You cannot say a word?”

“Barely.” I wheezed with a cough, attempting to straighten up despite the protests of my now-sore ribs. “I mean, we’ve managed to say a few things, but most of the time we can say it as long as we don’t think about it too much – if we prepare to tell anyone, it seems to alert something that doesn’t want us saying anything that might change things. But it’s really random and hard to explain without it sounding like there’s a thousand plot holes.” My mouth was moving a mile a minute as the words tumbled out.

At this point I was practically ready to tell Gandalf everything, the words explaining my theories having been ready to spill out of my mouth for months.

“We keep seeing things.” I carried on without a thought, almost relieved at the fact that I could tell someone who had the ability to possibly understand whatever the hell we were saying. “Getting chased by weird creatures, I threw a pillow at a literal shadow creature – that’s appearing more often than not lately – an-and I just want to know what’s going on.” I pleaded, shoulders slumped as I felt the exhaustion of dealing with the last year and a half’s events catch up with me.

The wizard stared. “Intriguing.” He muttered. “You truly haven’t got a clue?”

“No!” I groaned, the frustration of everything flowing over. “And we want to find out why.”

He continued to stroke his beard with a low grumble. “I must say, this is something I cannot leave behind.” He stated, seemingly almost speaking to himself. “But whether I’ll be allowed to take you both with me to figure out why, is an answer we must leave until tomorrow.” He explained with a pointed look, that I thought I somewhat understood.

From deep within Bag End, Kay and I heard our names echo throughout, reaching our ears to the still-open front door. Cringing slightly, we both looked inside at the sound of footsteps drawing closer.

“Well I must be off.” Gandalf announced, and we turned back to watch him readjust the front top of his robe slightly, before gripping his staff. “We’ll see what happens soon enough.” He suggested cryptically, before Bilbo’s frustrated face appeared at the other end of the hallway.

Desperate, I quickly spun towards the wizard. “Can we come?” I breathed, the words escaping quicker than I could think. “We’re not useless despite what they’ll think! There’s a lot we could bring to the table if you just give us a chance?” I pleaded.

Hissing our names, the hobbit strode forward, grasping the door as he hurriedly beckoned us in whilst regarding the wizard with a wary but thunderous look. The wizard paid him no mind, deeply furrowing his brows as he regarded my words with a suspicious glint in his eye.

“We shall see.” Was all I got in response before a raging hobbit seethed my name, Kay already having retreated to his side.

Seeing that this was a battle that wasn’t going to be won, I reluctantly followed, disappointedly glancing at Gandalf before turning our backs. Bilbo called out about the wizard coming for dinner some other time – the two of us figured he was barely aware that he was doing so, and with that, the green door swiftly slammed shut. Bilbo fumbled with the bolt as he slid it into place with a snap. Finally achieving so, he turned to rest his back against the wood, eyes closing with a relieved sigh whilst he leant his head back.

A moment of silence passed, the hobbit settling as he seemed to be in the clear, until a muffled scraping noise near his feet filled the quiet hallway. Moment disturbed, Bilbo’s eyes immediately snapped back open, the tenseness straightening his spine once again. He jerked away from the door, almost like he had been prodded with a hot iron, as he stared down at the source of the jarring noise.

Ears wiggling slightly, he leant over, his back to us, before he shot back up with a furious glimmer morphing over his features. Storming over to the small circular window to the right of the door, he stood up on his toes, peering through the panes to try and catch a glimpse of the assailant.

He got his answer soon enough, when the silhouette of Gandalf sprang into view, casting a shadow into the hobbit hole. Stumbling back in surprise, Bilbo was caught in the arms of Kay before he would send himself sprawling onto the floor. All three of us stared at the window, a hush washing over us as we peered at the distorted image of Gandalf’s face as his gaze glowered through the glass. His eye twitched once, and with a flurry of robes, he vanished from view.

Scrambling to his feet, Bilbo dashed into the parlour over to the larger window, the two of us following suit, bending over to squish our heads together as we all tried to peer out at the wizards retreating back. His humming flowed through the air as he leant down to swing the miniature gate open, strolling down the path with a happy tune, until the edge of his cloak and the point of his hat disappeared round the bend.

I backed up until the ceiling was high enough, and stood to my full height, the events of the last five minutes hitting me full force as I stared blankly at the chandelier hanging in front of my face. Kay was the same, and we watched as Bilbo stared at the windowsill, scrunch his nose up with a loud sniff, then storm off into the kitchen without a word.

As soon as he disappeared, I practically deflated. With a roll of her shoulders and a few clicks of her back, Kay shuffled over to the armchairs that sat by the unlit fireplace, flopping down on it with a loud huff.

“I think I need to lie down.” She half muttered with a groan, barely glancing up at me as I collapsed on the chair opposite. “I cant believe we just met Gandalf.”

Nodding, I remained silent, staring at the small fraying threads of the rug beneath my feet as my mind raced through what just happened. I felt Kay’s eyes on me at my lack of an answer.

“What is it?” She questioned, and I figured she had seen my face cringing at the floor.

Glancing up at her, my eyes filled with worry. “Do you think he heard those weird noises I made?” I asked apprehensively.

She deadpanned. “Yes.” She stated. “I’m pretty sure the most prominent thing he’ll remember from our first meeting is you attempting to sound like every animal on Old McDonald’s farm.”

I groaned loudly, my whole body cringing as I brought my knees up, shoving my face into them as I slapped at my head.

“I mean, you could always Obliviate him once you learn how to?” She offered jokingly.

“I can’t do thatttt.” I whined, voice muffled as I shoved my face further into my knees, not caring if the pressure would leave my face red for the next few minutes. “What if the Middle Earth equivalent of Jesus appears and puts me in Jesus-prison for accidentally completely wiping the memories of one of their mini-gods??”

Kay huffed, unable to contain her laughter as she chucked a cushion at me, the object bouncing off the top of my head as I raised it, watching the projectile ricochet onto the floor.

Hair ruffled and sticking about after being assaulted by the cushion, I squinted with bleary eyes at Kay as weird shapes danced in my vision after being pressed to the bones of my knees. A thought came to mind, and I opened my mouth, before the thuds of large feet sounded through the wooden floor, Bilbo storming through the archway from the kitchen not a moment later.

“…nd what on Earth did I ask him to tea for!” he muttered to himself as he stared at the floor, flushed cheeks puffed out slightly as he chowed down on a seed-cake. Stopping in the middle of the room in front of us, he scoured the room, not acknowledging us in the slightest as he twisted and turned on the spot.

Darting his eyes across our forms, he flinched slightly as he seemed to only then notice our presence, before continuing on his search.

“You haven’t seen my Engagement Tablet anywhere, have you?” He asked, headspace still elsewhere as he marched into the entrance hall. “I need to write everything down before I forget.”

“Can’t you just use the calendar?” I called out, leaning over the arm of my chair as I tried to spot the hobbit behind me. My eyes landed on him, observing as he stopped in his tracks to swivel towards the calendar we had him nail to the wall when we had found it just this morning.

He flailed a bit, raising his arm up and down whilst pointing a finger at it, scanning the paper rapidly before shaking his head distractedly. “No, no.” He muttered, turning away to stride back into the parlour whilst taking another ferocious bite out of the seedcake. “All plans are on my tablet, I need my tablet.” He rambled to himself as he entered the kitchen. Coming to a stop in front of the straw basket that he was yet to empty, he let out a grunt. “Oh, for Yavanna’s sake I forgot the fish! Forget it I’ll go tomorrow. My head’s far too full to run into that damned wizard again.”

Once again, Bilbo frantically disappeared as he ranted to himself, going further this time – presumably to his bedroom, where the sounds of rustling, thuds of things being dropped and drawers being pulled open vibrated through the walls, along with frustrated complaints about Gandalf thrown about as he continued his search.

Kay and I looked at each other, and a moment passed between us, before we scrambled to our feet. Stumbling into the middle of the room, I tried not to trip over the cushion that still laid on the floor. Facing Kay, we both nodded at each other, and swiftly vanished to our respective bedrooms.

Swinging the door shut behind me, I grabbed the last few remains of my belongings that I had left out as to not rouse any suspicion from Bilbo as to why it looked like we were spontaneously moving out. Hauling out the large backpack that I had shoved to the back of my wardrobe, I swung it onto the floor, unclasped the straps and lifted the lid open, loosening the leather drawstring holding the opening together wide enough for me to fit down the steps that looked like they led into the floor.

Once fully opened, I clambered to my feet, and began pulling the clothes the bag had been hidden behind from the hangers, their wooden edges clattering against the back panel of the wardrobe they swung against as I speedily pulled each piece from them, before chucking it all into the awaiting entrance of my bag.

After hearing the thump of the final piece hit the bottom of the steps, I proceeded to scour my room, pulling open drawers and using my wand to light up the underneath of any furniture that something could have rolled or been stored under.

Satisfied that everything had been packed, I climbed down into the bag, hopping over the pile of clothes and random objects that had been thrown on top. The next thirty minutes was spent reorganising, making sure everything had its place.

Just as I was about to hang up the last skirt I had laying around, I jumped slightly at the sound of my name being called. Peering out of the tiny hallway leading to the two tiny rooms, I looked up to see Kay, who signalled with a thumbs-up that she was done and ready.

Giving everything a once-over, I returned the thumbs-up with my own, and held my hands out, catching the bag she chucked down, storing it in the corner of the main room for tomorrow.

Clambering up the ladder and out onto the floor, I sealed my own bag back up, before shoving it back into the corner of my now-barren wardrobe. With a final scan, I turned to Kay, and let out a breath as I gave her a nod. We were ready for tomorrow.

And honestly? I was fucking terrified.

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S5 Ep 43: Don’t Worry About Ryou, I’m Sure He’s Fine.

I was missing pants with reasonable waist lines where I could sit down and eat at the same time, and I as like “wow, I do not even have time to write the Yugioh blog but I really want to write the Yugioh blog to remember a time when pants were normal.”

And so here we are.

When I was reminded that, in fact, no one’s wearing pants in the flashbacks anyway. But it’s fine, I guess.

Last we left off Seto and Aknadin were having a heart to heart where Aknadin was trying to pull a Darth Vadar and Seto was not having it.

It’s like if Luke Skywalker was already an imperial officer the entire time. It’s like Darth chopped off Lukes hand and Luke’s like. “Damn it, Dad! I’m on the Dark Side already. I work for Palpatine. He’s right there. We both say Hi to Palpatine as we walk into work every single damn day of our lives.”

(read more under the cut)

And then Seto just kinda stewed in denial for a bit about every Dad substitute he has ever had.

Like I would say Roland is the closest thing Seto has to a functional Father, and even I, a true Roland stan, would admit that Roland would ABSOLUTELY end the world (though, he would do it wholly unintentionally.)

I had honestly forgotten that Hassad was a character now, and the idea that Seto, who generally doesn’t want his family grievances aired out in public, also has to have the peanut gallery from this random Egyptian god-like character is very funny to me. Like getting unsolicited life advice from the robotic Discord mod.

Anyway, was anyone thinking about Ryou? because I sure wasn’t prepared!

He’s still there!

He’s still there just passed out on the steppies! The steppies that are from like 5000 years ago and covered in spiders. Seto just casually walking over him and not even bothering to like...move his body.

Maybe give him like a pillow or something? Drape your massive coat over his coat? try to wake him up a little bit? No?

We’re just going to leave Ryou like this?

Can’t imagine why Ryou would want to kill his entire class and the entire world considering how freakin nice everyone is to Ryou’s near-corpse right now.

And speaking of near-corpses

It was at this point, where most people would be like freaking out, even just a little bit, that the golden disembodied eyeball started glowing in Seto’s pocket.

Just youknow, the golden disembodied eyeball of Seto’s previous co-worker/Dad stand-in/Guy that Tried to Kill Him and Mokuba and Steal His Company. Yes, that thing is still in his coat pocket, and it’s been I want to say like 6 or 7 episodes of this gross thing rolling around next to his wifejet keys, his loose change, and a couple gum wrappers.

Like Seto is just so over it at this point. I feel like S1 Seto would be mad freaking out right now, screaming for Mokuba and getting on his little helicopter to blow up this tomb by dropping a satellite from space on it.

But this Seto is like “That’s a lot of bodies. Anyway, lets go fall into a vision from this cryptic eyeball from hell.”

And it was weird!

We get to see Aknadin’s explanation for why he’s feeling cray, and it’s because he’s jealous of his brother.

Don’t ask me what Seto from the future was thinking when he saw a flashback contained within a vision of the distant past. Seto again, is just kind of over it, and will take anything that this world throws at him.

After hearing this explanation, Shimon was like “This is why we hate wizards.”

Seto was feeling conflicted, because he received a lot of one-on-one tutoring from Aknadin about how to properly do sales taxes, and once had a sword fight with him, which I guess is Dad stuff, if it’s 5000 BC.

But yousee, none of this matters because Aknadin knows the secret password to get Seto to do anything you want, and for once, the password is not “Pegasus.” It’s the other password.

Shout out to the story boarder for mirroring both Seto in the present and the past with this same clenched fist position. Just to REALLY hammer in how much Seto both thinks that past!Seto is an idiot, but is also exactly that idiot at the same time.

Which is when Kissara wakes up and is like “brah knock it off I’m trying to sleep.”

Back at the palace, Kissara decides to book it towards her True Love She Just Met, and Bakura kind of watches this go down and is like “Nice.” And by Bakura, I mean Tristan.

Because Tristan is still, in fact, possessed, and no one else has noticed, much like how I didn’t notice he was possessed for like 3 entire episodes.

So they decide to take a break from trying to find Yami’s name to instead get Barbossa to stop crying and give him a snack. This entire time they were also equally famished, but as we’ve noticed with Ryou, getting very hungry is just Shadow World things.

TEA. We JUST went over how the entire city of graverobbers got turned into a haunted tea set can you NOT???

Pharaoh is RIGHT THERE, don’t eat his family!

So in a weird animated sequence, the gang flies across Egypt on the back of Barbossa, who as I mentioned before, has a face that goes into a bucket we will call “Reasons why American children in the 00′s hid their anime interests from their friends.”

But it’s OK, because he’s canonically dead! 🎊🥂🎉

I would add him to the death count, but 1. He sucks and 2. He never actually existed in the first place, Yami apparently just shoved him into the past as a cheat so his friends could get a ride.

Which was super necessary, this kids are completely unable to travel if Kaiba isn’t there to drive them.

Tristan has been so many weird ass men in this show.

Is this payback for that time Tristan refused to let Bakura take over Mokuba’s body in S1? Maybe. But also it was just really convenient because Tristan is such a mix of weird characteristics from obsessing over literal melons, obsessing over janitor stuff, and being horny af, that him being possessed is just camouflage.

Bakura remembers how Yugi ran to Yami’s side at their last confrontation, and how after one pep talk, Yami was able to completely recover from being indirectly hit in the balls when Aknadin threw a sword at the nads of Slither the Sky dragon. Bakura was like “yes. This is what I will do as well. This is the power I need. The power of friendship from the one who knows me better than anyone else!”

Bakura then realized who was right outside that tomb, whom he went out of his way to lure right there at it’s entrance. The soul he needed this entire time that was always there, but he just never really appreciated.

And then he let Ryou bleed out on the steppies.

That’s right he let his own Ryou passed out on the sharpest most brutal steppies known to man, in order to steal away SETO KAIBA, the least supportive friend in the Yugioh Universe, in order to save Bakura’s soul.

Seto Kaiba. Was used to save. Bakura’s. Soul.

Bakura gave Seto Kaiba a haunted eyeball, so that way Seto would come to this tomb, and then Bakura could use him as an extra life mushroom.

Seto Kaiba, who doesn’t even know what continent he is on.

YOU LANDED IN EGYPT FIVE MINUTES AGO.

Y’all my long Covid is a lot, and flu season has been absolutely killing me this year becuase flu with long covid is just...well it’s a bad time. But when Seto Kaiba landed in Egypt, looked up at Cairo, and in the dialogue of the show was like “this place sure looks familiar” I was like...his brain.

He was just at the museum. He was just talking to Ishizu. he’s in the valley of the kings! There’s just no saving Seto Kaiba, his poor borked brain.

And I get it, he once had a hallucination about past Egypt, in particular...

BUT YOU IN EGYPT, KAIBA.

Which is fine because he will not be using said brain.

RIP Seto Kaiba, it was nice knowing you.

We’ll wait until I see the explanation for whatever the hell just happened next episode before I add him to the deathcount. But welcome back, Bakura.

Back to play another round of cards. Bless this show and their obsession with card games that refuse to end.

I’m glad it got back to cards eventually, but they took me on a little ride this episode, I really don’t know where it’s going anymore, and that’s not just my brain fog talking. Seto is possessed, the other Seto is...Bakura...Bakura is also Tristan, and the puzzle necklace is not actually on Yami currently. Like it wasn’t really covered here, but Yami might be able to die now? Maybe?

Anyway, a lot to unpack, but a good time overall. This show is freakin bonkers man, I forget when I’m updating regularly, but then I step away for a little while and it’s like “yes. This is why I’m recapping this goldmine. It is a miracle that this show exists because of how weird it is, but I’m here for it.”

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