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chanluster · 4 years ago

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[ 01:38 am ] — the ride home with hyunjin

requested : yes!! thank u anon 💚

word count : 1.4k

warnings : unsafe driving, swearing, making out, car sex, unprotected sex, orgasming

author’s note : anon i am so sorry if I rambled ion even think it’s rough sex :’) but anyway, i hope u like it !!

Baby, you’re going no where but to mine tonight.

These words rang in your mind like a sweet warning, a reminder of what’s to come as Hwang Hyunjin, who murmured them in your ear, lead you out of the chaos of the club.

His large hands wrapped around yours as he pulled you out into the crisp night air. Those hands, which had lingered on your sides all night, held an iron grip as he led you inside his sleek black car. You nearly died at the sheer ferocity of him wrenching the car door open, insisting you inside. Practically running to the driver’s seat, he slid inside, starting up the car and emitting a gasp from you as he slammed on the accelerator, bar fading quickly from view.

You held onto your seatbelt, legs clenched as arousal pooled at your core, replaying the searing kisses he had offered in the club, both of you sober from alcohol yet high on another drug entirely. Pure, unadulterated lust, ablaze within Hyunjin’s eyes as he drove, dangerously fast on the highway.

“How long—fuck, how long till we get there?” You got out, watching the man overtake car by car, going faster and faster.

“Fuck living far away,” he cursed, shifting gears, and even that alone had you hissing, feeling your panties staining.

“Hyunjin...” your fist hit the window, your other hand palming his thigh. You noticed the tick in his jaw as you whispered, “Shit, I can’t wait that long.”

One glance at you, the sheer desperation for him, and something within him snapped.

You let out a shriek as he swerved to the side, nearly avoiding an overtaking car. The vehicle drove into a road shoulder, narrowly missing the bushes as Hyunjin parked much too quick to be safe.

Your heart climbed up your throat, but when your eyes trailed to his, it nearly fell from your mouth. He was heaving, one hand still on the wheel as the other laid against the spot your own hand was, moments ago.

His next words had you dripping.

“I can’t wait that long either.”

And then the man pounced on you, smoothly trekking past the car controls, caging you with his knees as his hand went to the knob beside your seat. He swooped down, enveloping your lips with his in a heart wrenching kiss as his fingers turned the knob, slowly reclining your seat. You felt yourself leaning back, fingers instantly finding bliss in his long, blonde locks, pulling off his hair grip and feeling more of his hair tickling your face.

When you were fully lain against the leather seat, Hyunjin pulled away, full lips sweat slick. His eyes roamed over you, caged between his legs, and a malicious grin spread over his face, sending shivers down your spine.

“Look at you,” he cooed, going down as he kissed your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, trailing down your neck as his hands skimmed under your shirt. His fingers relished the warmth of your skin, growing hotter with each touch. “Already blushing when I’ve only just kissed you.”

“Shut up,” you quipped, trying to peel his shirt off of him, because you were tired of playing games, of the teasing all night. You wanted him here, and you wanted him now.

“So, so needy,” he mused onto your throat, sucking on the skin so wonderfully thet a moan ripped out of your throat, pulling at his locks. Hyunjin relished this, further hardening his efforts, as he started tugging on your top. Only pulling away from your skin to take it cleanly off, he threw it at the back seats, nearly drooling at the sight of your lace before attacking your neck once again.

“Fuck, Hyunjin—” you gasped at his tongue, skimming over your skin. Your cunt, being patient for so goddamn long, now began to hurt. “W-Want you inside of me.”

Your actions proved further when your fingers left the soft velvet of his hair, trailing down to the zipper on his jeans. The man paused his ravishing, hovering over you with dark desire swirling in his eyes.

“Keep looking at me like this,” he rasped out, fingers trailing over your neck, making your breath hitch. “And I’m gonna fuck you right into this seat.”

A small yelp escaped from you, but the thirsted gaze you kept offering him was his answer — you wanted him to do it. Fuck the living daylights out of you.

“P-please,” you murmured, trying to tug down his jeans. “Please fuck me.”

Perhaps the pretty pleases had him cursing low, because, when he got rid of his shirt, revealing to you a lean, gleaming abdomen, he worked on his button, pulling down his pants.

His boner, stark against his boxers, nearly knocked you out alone.

“Just gonna cum from staring?” He remarked, snapping you out of a daze. Heat rushed to your cheeks, and rose more when his hands trailed to the hem of your skirt, hitching it higher.

When the ends reached your waist, he spied the stained underwear you adorned, and parted his mouth, knowing it was all him that had caused this.

His eyes slid up to yours.

“Baby, I’m going to ruin you.”

You didn’t have time to react when his lips thrashed against yours, hand holding the side of your head as the other hooked a finger over the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down while your shaking hands brought his boxers down hastily.

You heard, more than saw, his cock hit his rock-hard belly with a wet smack! making you jump against his lips.

Hyunjin took a hungry glance at your gleaming cunt, and let out a ragged sigh. “If I wasn’t so driven on stuffing you up with my cock,” he uttered, wrapping his hand around the said part, “I would have licked your pussy dry.”

You answered him with a whimper, satisfying him completely as he directed his cock to your folds, already teasing your throbbing cunt, knowing it was killing you.

“Stop it, Hyunjin,” you gripped out, fingers clinging into his shoulders. “Just...fuck me already.”

The last string of frenzy you revealed was enough for this man, this beautiful, teasing man to hold your hip with his fingers as he slowly began to slide inside you.

A small hiss escaped you, finding him going deeper and deeper until you didn’t think he would fit inside of you. Your over sensitive, throbbing walls fit snug around him, and when he finally stopped, he pressed a sweltering kiss upon you.

And began to pull out.

Whatever leash he had on himself had snapped when a lewd moan slipped past your lips, unable to be drowned out by his mouth. This desire, the lust he had contained since the first time he saw you dancing in the club, saw you giving him million-dollar smiles across the light-spilled room and knew then he wanted those smiling lips upon his own.

This sudden passion, had him growling as he sped up.

Faster and faster, he slammed his cock into you, hitching you backwards with the sheer force of his thrusts — your reactions, loud and shameless, was pure music to his ears, raising your leg a little higher and boosting the pleasure for you.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged in a gritted whisper, running his tongue everywhere on you. “Just like that.”

The whole time you squirmed under him, so unbelievably fucked out that when your orgasm neared, your teary eyes went to him, lips parting to declare your near-release.

“H-hyunjin...” you mumbled, but the man put a finger to your lips.

His smile had you delirious. “I know baby,” he murmured. “Go on then.

“Cum for me.”

It was at that certain moment your whole world faded to nothing but your release, you crying out as you came, sliding out despite Hyunjin filling you to the brim. The man, sweat beading down his skin, undid himself into you with an roaring cry, spilling over you and the car seat.

Heavy breathing took over the vehicle then, ragged and uneven as you both searched for air in the steamed car. Your heavy lidded eyes trekked up to his own, and he gave you a lazy smile.

“Looks like I won’t be taking you home tonight,” he said, the husky, breathlessness of his voice making your skin prickle as he slid out of you.

You only raised yourself, stopping to kiss him, long and hard and filled with closure.

You didn’t seem to mind that so much anymore.

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justshadesofgreyarchive · 3 years ago

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⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ FIVE TIMES TOUCHED // SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING // @humanetic

❛ I’M GOING OUT ----- ❜ you don’t even remember how it started--- both of you live so close to that vivid strip of scarlett frustration, running in and between yourselves, wrapping around you both and pulling pulling, P U L L I N G -- that it never takes much to P U S H over the edge into oblivion, into words that would be wrapped and buried down but are always spoken out loud. How else could it be ? your hands at the door, eyes full of fire and fury. you burn so intently, so brightly --- that the thought of settling the room ablaze SCARES YOU. you go to leave because it’s all that you know. you run because it’s easier than facing HIM and allowing this to consume you both. HIS hand at your wrist is strong, sudden as the power that flows from steel and cybernetics drags you back into the room -- a touch of flesh // beneath his chrome -- wrist relenting, giving in as your chin dips and eyes close. body brought closer, away from your EXIT and back into the ring -- so close, close enough that your wrist arches into his and you RELENT. muscles once prepped for flight now brought crashing back down to earth with a drag of gravity so strong , breath catches within your lungs. crashing into him as the deep well of emotion buried inside you threatens to overflow, forehead finding his chest - close close close now. close enough to inhale him -- close enough to feel the words ruminate deep within, feel the ache grow inside you as words surge and you beg to hear them again, hear them forever --- oh, runaway -- now you have a place to belong, don’t you remember how that feels ? to be NEEDED and to need so much in return. the door will need to be fixed ; but you ? you’re almost there, almost .

THE REGRET IS INSTANT --- your balled fist meeting his jaw puts out a shattering pain that runs along and down through your fingers, coursing along the muscles and sinew of your arm --- ah, sweet regret. your face still full of fury -- curse words of your mother’s tongue flying and falling through the air -- some for him and some for yourself as his hands seek out your waist and you stand firm, own hand held in hand as you stay tightly bound -- unable almost, to look him in the eye. rage, rage of your mother and father, rage of your sister lost to demons and darkness, rage that boils and simmers just below the surface. HE won’t know until you tell him --- but how do you explain the inherited fury that flows through you stronger at each turn - a touch of acceptance // as his fingers find the exposed skin and you settle, simmer. oh my love , you bear it so well --- ❛ i know you didn’t, I ----- ❜ but what can you offer him as a branch ? what can you say to apologise ? eyebrows furrowed together, not confusion, not regret for the pain which should have been anticipated, blinded by the red mist that always ALWAYS descends. your work, so close , so personal. ❛ mi cielito ---- don’t, fuck ow ---- ❜ hand aching as you ring it out, lowering it between you like a weapon cast to one side - you are the olive branch, my love --- serves you right though, doesn’t it ?

❛ LUKAS -- ❜ HIS name echoing in the darkness -- rattling, unsure whether it’s been spoken or whether it’s simply hanging in the dead air that surrounds your body // crushing steel and concrete, dust that hangs in the air and fills your lungs ------- the ringing in your ears so piercing that you think it might last forever, senses dulled and listless for an infinity.. CARELESS --- pulse triggers and chances missed, a cough -- dry and deep as your lips search for more oxygen. ( where are you -- where ? ) beneath you a familiar warmth spreads out from your hip -- enveloping you in a perfect bloom of comfort, a warmth that grows and floods down, over and across your limbs, seeping into the decayed earth below ---- and that’s where you feel him. feel him before you see him -- a shape, heavy and desperate as knees land next to you and the rubble that remains parts easily, broken beneath him. touch of need // as his arms pull you closer and you try to respond, eyes half closed to the lights that pulse from his angelic form ----- ❛ lukas --- ❜ do you hear yourself ? do lips move as you want them to or simply gasp for more, greedy as you try and fill yourself --- you breathe, finally HEAVILY and all you can see is him, all you grasp for is him [ asset ; listen to the heart that beats in your chest --- listen to the breath of life. all is not lost. ] it’s saving you both now, a hand clinging to the cuff of a jacket now covered in ash. a touch of mercy ---- Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre….

A CONTENT SMILE ; warm and sated, so deeply felt --- curling inside of you as fingers card loosely through hair of gold --- dark eyes once full of lust, burning for HIM, now finally contented as you settle steadily into your pillow -- a shared afterglow that fills you with a certain warmth only this can provide. his body is littered with the marks of your making, ruby and amethyst runs next to steel --- as precious as any stone bound beneath the earth, you long to touch him ---- you long to soothe and cosset. but this time is precious -- this time is for him to FEEL what you’ve done together. ( precious boy, beloved -- pain you crave hidden so deeply beneath the surface, let me bring it closer into the light… ) the pleasure he feels from this is no longer a surprise, the joy it gives you when he writhes beneath your touch, the CONTROL --- leather bound at his throat, welts across his back, clawing at flesh and exposed instruments of destruction -- illustrated by your own hand and oh, he is the art you have so longed to create ! your life’s greatest passion in the flesh. you crackle with achievement and happiness ; his easy soft smile is like ambrosia and you drink it deeply now - a hand caressing bruises blossoming so delicately , blood at your fingertips as you seek him out --- ❛ you’re beautiful --- ❜ words dancing across you lips, words that rain down on him as a balm, so proud --- a silent acceptance of gratitude as you lean to place a lingering kiss at his temple - touch of pride, touch of mercy -- inhaling him again - every groan of agony he’s given rolling around inside of you still. you give everything to him and in return he gives you so much more than you could of ever known possible. oh sigh, sigh now that you’re here together entwined ---- ❛ so beautiful. ❜

THE SIREN DOESN’T REGISTER AT FIRST --- the silence where you are is overwhelming, a moment of peace that finds a place inside of you, a peace you often wish would stay longer than snatched moments rarely won. eyes stay focused on the heavens above, only partially clear -- you wonder show much of it is real ? you remember to yourself the nights you spent under the same stars as a child and now here, laying next to HIM you breathe deeply - cool air dancing across exposed skin as you feel him reach out and pull you hand upwards. a kiss so delicate as blood dries against your cheek -- blood that’s not your own, blood that’s been hard won. eyes close, flickering tight shut. how long will it last ? this feeling, this wholeness of being --- you shuffle closer across the bonnet, head finding his shoulder in the darkness as his thumb trails across the scars that grace your fingertips. touch of love // of words unspoken and silences held together, an acceptance than this is deeper than either of you have ever known, than you dreamed you would ever feel ---- the wail of sirens growing more distant bleed into the night surrounds you, covers you and protects you ( for now, lover -- for now. ) and for now this will do, you shift you wrap your other arm around his core, the sound of tech whirring beneath you and bringing COMFORT -- this is everything. HE is everything. and you couldn’t ever imagine another place half as perfect.

#humanetic #( X: 1989 - ONE CITY. )#( MEME. )#( i'm on fire right now. )

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askthiscpblog · 6 years ago

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I kinda ship Toby and Imani... can I request them meeting? You don't have to if you want of course!

One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause. The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete sounded through the air as she walked to a house at the end of the street. It was rather large, a reflection of the wealth of the person who owned it. She was once again, dressed to make any man or woman faint at the sight of her. A tight dark blue dress clung to her figure, stopping above her knees and a smirk was on her face. For once, it wasn’t hidden under her mask. Despite this being a suburban neighborhood, the woman had many weapons, armed to the teeth- literally. With a razor blade hidden under her tongue, anyone who decided to step to her would regret it. Did she need all the weapons strapped to her body? No. The throwing knife hidden in her cleavage would be enough for her to finish the job. Along with her physical strength. She approached the pristine white door, intending to knock on it. She was hoping to be greeted with the man she was intending to fuck and then kill brutally and without mercy. Instead, she was greeted with a weird feeling tingling in her stomach and her fist stopped two centimeters from the wood. She knew this feeling well, she had to have it on growing up where she did. She reached to her hip, where her purse had settled itself and retrieved her mask. Strapping it to her face, preparing for any situation, she readied herself. Then, she twisted the brass door handle, and to her surprise, it opened as she took one hesitant step into the doorway.

The fucker she is going to see has gotten on Slender’s last nerve over the last month or two. He kept trying to move in on his territory, and repeated warnings were being sent to him about doing such a thing. He didn’t listen when two of his thugs showed up dead. He didn’t listen when his right-hand man’s hand was hanging above his door frame. He didn’t listen when one of this drug houses went up ablaze when the cops showed up. Now, he was going to listen. If he wanted to or not was a different story. Toby already staked out the house hours before this kill. He had a wife, kids, and both of them had no idea what he did as a side job. They will find out after all the dirty laundry would be aired. It was a dark night, moonlight through the shaded trees as Toby pulled sneaked his way into the large house. The wife and kid were out doing something while he stayed home tending to his failing business. Coming up behind him was easy, and the hatchet to the back of the skull was the most amusing sound Toby heard all night. A simple thwack than a thump of his head hitting the table. Not satisfied with the kill, he mutilated the corpse. One arm going flying one way, a foot another, his head the centerpiece of the display on his desk. The room smelled of the men emptied bowls with a metallic twist to it.

“Teaches you r-right to fucking mess with u-us.” Toby mumbled, skinning one of guys legs.

Imani didn’t bother to hide the clicking of her heels as she entered the house if there was an intruder, they weren’t the one to fear. Her ears picked up on a noise coming from her targets office, and she turned in that direction, her long legs carrying her there. One, two, three, pause. No more, no less. She saw that the door was ajar and she approached it, grimacing at the smell that came out. With her line of work, it was normal but it coming up before she had expected it to? That was unpleasant. As she grew closer to the door she took a deep breath and then paused, nudging it open and her eye widened in surprise, delight, and shock at the scene before her.

Toby could hear the heels clicking in the house as someone came in. He stood up with a jerk and moved behind the door, hatchets in his hands. His breathing was shallow until they came to the door, then he held his breath. He didn’t want to fight, he wanted to come in, get the job done, and get out. So avoiding this conflict would be the best.

The woman entered the room, noting the blood and gore splattered about and stepped in all the way. Her heels were instantly bloodied and she grunted in disdain. She walked over to the table, stepping over limbs and puddles of blood and picked up the severed head by its short hair. She clicked her tongue at it, faking a pout behind her mask.

“Now, now, who cut your head off before I could Robert? I thought we had a date.” She twirled a lock of the decapitated man’s hair around her finger, letting out a dark chuckle and not bothering to turn around.

“Now, I suppose you’re the one responsible for killing my dear Robert, here? I must say, nice work. Although I was looking forward to riding him and then watching the light fade from his eyes as I slit his throat, I suppose this is almost as satisfying.” She set the head down and hit it with the back of her hand and watched it roll off the desk and hit the floor with a dull thump. She still didn’t turn around as she spoke once more.

“Who are you?”

Toby lets out the breath that he was holding and gives a long sigh of annoyance. This was not going as planned, and he hated it. It angered him. With a roll of his eyes, he took a few steps out from behind the door, his weapons still down at his sides. His body was tense as he circled round to have his back to the open door to the rest of the house.

“I might be,” he responded short. He wasn’t much of a talker. "Just a p-person who had a little bit of business with the guy. And what of you? What business did-d you have with him to have the need to black widow him?“

She shrugged, finally turning around to face him.

"It woulda paid well. Lots of people seemed to have wanted him dead so I might as well have a little fun before I kill him.” She assessed the situation in front of her. She was in a room with the dismembered body of her would-be victim and she wasn’t the one who had dismembered him. The man who dismembered him was standing opposite to her, and there was a severed human hand touching her favorite heel. Not only that but her high was running out and she’s disappointed with the way this day was going. She crossed her arms over her chest, her eye narrowing.

“Am I going to be allowed to leave without a fight or what? I’m not trying to rip this dress.”

“I don’t see why n-not, but things can never be that e-easy now can they?” he says, moving to stand between the window and the door. It was to make sure he could lunge at her if she made a break for it.

“The fact you saw me in here and everything plants evidence a-against me. Which is never good.” He put the hatchet down onto one belt loop but kept the other in his hand. The woman in front of him was still much smaller than himself, but he kept his eyes locked on her. He had the backup and a lot of extra things if need be, but he rather not pick the fight unless he has to.

She let out a quiet snort to herself at his last statement. She wanted to get out of here. Being this close to a male that was trapping her was making her antsy. She felt that little grip on her sanity loosens a bit, and as if by magic her high slammed into her again. Her pupil dilated irregularly with the changes in her body and her heart thundered as adrenaline flowed through her. She wasn’t planning on fighting him no matter how fun it seemed. But if he didn’t let her out she would chop him up as she did with her professor, and with his own fucking hatchets. She drummed her nails against the desk behind her rhythmically and she forced a bored look in her eye. Her accent slipped out thicker this time as she spoke, a product of her paranoia.

“If I tell anyone about this little encounter, it’ll bring more attention to this,” she gestured around them with her hands to illustrate what she was talking about. And the fire in her eyes blazed brighter and brighter with each word she spoke, and her accent grew as strong as her mothers.

“And that means fewer business offers I get. I think its best for both of us to just keep our mouths shut about this whole thing. You don’t tell anyone you saw me here, and I say I decided not to take dear Robert out after all and we both get out of this shithole and go our separate ways.”

Toby grinned under the mask and crossed his arms, the hatchet resting under it as it is crossed. He leaned back against the wall where he was standing between the door and the window. He listened to her talk, getting thicker and thicker as she spoke. It was actually kind of interesting to listen to something like that happen. She covered her accent well. Then she spoke about business offers. Was she an assassin of sorts?

Slender might like to know about her, might find her useful. Toby thought, a shrug showing he agreed with himself.

“Fair enough, b-but I do think that you said business offers. I think I know a person who might be interested in offering you m-more business.”

She raised an eyebrow under her mask before she narrowed her eye at him, trying to figure out what game he was playing. She wasn’t sure, but she did know that it was logically going to be the most interesting thing that happened to her today at least. Plus, more business couldn’t be a bad thing, right? Well, once again, using logic she knew that infinite things could go wrong, but she was too bored and high for that. She decided to cut right to the chase, she had a no-bullshit policy, especially when it came to how and when she was going to make money and feed the insatiable hunger for blood and sex inside of her. Usually, it involved multitasking and mashing all three together. She really didn’t give a fuck who this mystery person was or who they want to be killed. There’s one thing that she needed to know before she would consider working with this person.

“How well does this person pay?”

Toby shrugged in response to her question, not sure how to answer it. Slender didn’t pay him, because of the fact that he lived for free with the guy. And two other assholes but that was beside the point. He watched her body, trying to read her movements.

“I mean, he lets me live w-with him for free and other things. Probably pretty fucking well t-to someone who won’t be doing that. Other than t-that you have to take that up with him.” Toby responded, still leaning against the wall.She considered his words, twirling one of her coils around her finger as she thought. She sure as hell wasn’t going to live with this person, she already had a home and if she left it she knew how much backlash she would get from her friends. She noted how the man opposite of her seemed to be assessing her, but she didn’t take any offense to it because she was watching him too. She hadn’t lived this long without learning how to predict what someone was going to do based on their body language. He didn’t seem like he was going to do anything, and so she let herself lean against the desk, there wasn’t too much blood on that particular spot. She eyed him once more and then decided that he was fine to remove her mask around and did so, putting it back in the purse that was slung around her shoulder. She knew that it was psychological, but she felt like she could see better despite her other eye being gone for quite a while and she spoke to him this time without a barrier muffling her voice.

“How do I find this man?”

Toby watched her lean into the desk, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The situation was tense, but everything else ever so careful started to defuse as time passed. Which is a good thing? He didn’t like being tense. It made all the disorders flair up which made it hard to keep calm and talk without stuttering too much. It took most of his willpower to do anything like that right now.

“He is in the woods. If you go through an arch-chway that looks like a door, you can find where he l-lives. If you d-describe me then he will listen. S-shall I let him know that you want to meet up?” he asked. Toby felt as if he was bad at talking to others. He didn’t like it, not one bit. But he saw another potential ally in this woman. At least, one that Slender might like. And getting brownie points with his boss is always a good thing.

Imani looked up at him, the hair that was blocking the scarred side of her face from his view falling out of the way and she started giggling, covering her mouth. She hunched over, starting to giggle more.

“An archway in the woods!? Fuckin’ wack! Gods, that sounds like a spot where drug deals go down. But yeah, tell him I want to meet. I’m always up for more business partners.” She knew that he could see her whole face now and it made her a little uneasy, but she shook it off and gestured towards the door. “If I go to leave, you promise you won’t slice my head off with those hatchets of yours? I got places to be and people to fuck.”

Toby watched her laugh, anger swelling inside of him. Oh if she only knew the trouble she could be getting into. The things that lurk in the shadows. The supernatural is out there, watching and waiting.

“Yes, it does but it is t-true. I’ll let him k-know.” He moves aside, away from the door but still facing her. He continued, “If you don’t talk about this until you come visit-t, then we have no issues.” Toby even put his other hatchet on his belt loop to prove his point. He didn’t want to meet up with her again, but this was a deal. And deals always ended in Slender’s favor.

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fcllenflowers · 7 years ago

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Past the point of no return

Characters: Seth Fanning, Steel Spencer(Frisk Chett/Garsonist)

Words: 2.269

Trigger Warnings: (see tags)

Description: Progresssion drabble for the arc. A big turning point.

For a long time now Seth had been the friend that would always pick Martha up after school and help her on her way home. She could move around fine on her own, of course, but someone usually had to help her up the front stairs of her house, since her parents were usually at work the time she’d come back. For an even longer time, that friend had been Steel. But after his hangout with the popular girls, he hadn’t joined Seth and Martha on the way home ever since.

That had left quite a bitter taste in Seth’s mouth. He’d already been losing sleep ever after seeing his friend carry those suspicious empty milk jugs to his place. Steel’s behavior now, hanging out with the popular kids even though he’d get his ass kicked every once in a while, was even more suspicious. Deep down, Seth knew very well what was going on. He’d have to be stupid not to have pieced it together by now; the weird obsession with inflammable objects, the jugs, the odd hours Steel would be up at nights posting, the fact all these fires had started just a little while after he moved into town, after he showed up at their school one day! Of course it was very obvious for anyone that had paid some minimal attention.

Martha was still in denial about it, refusing to give up believing in her close friend. But Seth now doubted that he’d been anyone’s friend to begin with. The more he thought about it, the more it made his insides boil. He wasn’t a hot tempered boy, but when he thought about how Steel had betrayed both him and Martha and this entire town...how they’d taken the lives of people to satisfy this sick hobby of theirs...It was just so unfair! It was drowning him!

And thus day after day his eyes would become shinier, glistening with fresh madness about to lash out. He’d spend more time cleaning his father’s gun at night, the same gun he’d once wished to use against their classmates. He’d spend more time watching the news, clenching his fists so hard that his nails left scratches behind on his palms. And most of all, he’d spend more time wallowing in self-pity because he was too weak to admit that the only thing that’d kept him back from taking Steel to the police up to now...were his own feelings for them.

His life had never been very interesting. He was born into a broken home, his father running off with some other woman whose name he didn’t even know. His mom was constantly drunk and not in touch with reality. She hid all of their problems under the rug, and thus Seth was forced to be a responsible adult when he wasn’t even through with school. He’d always been a loner, awkward, not particularly interesting or handsome. Yet, in his newfound friendships this last year he’d found a glimpse of hope. Martha, a caring and loving friend, was very affectionate and a good listener. He felt like he could tell her almost anything. Steel was pretty cold but they knew all the interesting places around town and they could be a lot of fun to hang out with. What had attracted Seth to them was probably that false sense of security he felt by their side; something about them lured him in like a magnet, like his own heart was magnetized by theirs, something about their perception of the world and what he’d interpreted as a sensitivity to injustice, something about their wild spirit, the promise of adventure in their mischievous smile; a superficial charm, a trap.

He’d taken the bait hook line and sinker.

Now he had to face the consequences of his ignorance, he had to face the scared child inside him desperately searching for someone to cling to; because Steel just couldn’t be that someone. His heart told him now, he had to do what’s right and distribute Justice!

Taking them to the police station wouldn’t be good enough anymore. If he wanted this to end, he had to make sure Steel would never be able to hurt another human ever again. And he’d sacrifice his intergrity for that. The distribution of Justice became his new Purpose. And, to him, it felt crystal clear what he had to do now, what his Fate was.

He’d give them a taste of their own medicine.

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[Hey can we meet up]

*....

[i aint gon b home till l8r]

[What r u doing out]

[feedin cats]

[Can I join? xD]

*...

[may b l8r]

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The air was cold and dry that fateful night of January. It was the end of a beautiful, quiet, Sunday early morning. Most of the city was still dark, enjoying their last few hours of sleep before the start of another blue Monday. Street lights were still dimly illuminating the empty pavements and a serene silence had fallen over the sleeping town; save for the blinkering of a few, scarce neon lamps over 24 hour convience stores.

Inside a particular one the cashier was nearly falling asleep on her counter, while a single customer was looking around the hygiene section; pharmaceutical rubbing alcohol, spray cans that would immediately combust when heated up -and the best part, it was right next to some open cartons filled with styrofoam -the underpaid employee had been too unmotivated to finish stacking the shelves and just dumped them there. Steel had, of course, pulled these ones closer to the rubbing alcohol because they’d be easily ignited and burn enough to heat up the spray cans. To ease the process though he’d placed his special device -cigarette with matches and paper wrapped around it- in not one, but three different places around the store, spots that would easily light up once the first flame caught on. Before the employee would open her eyes, the entire place would be ablaze.

It’d only be a matter of seconds.

He stepped out with a casual nod of the head and threw a penny her way, but she barely reacted. The poor thing was out cold. Steel nearly hesitated and almost wanted to wake her up for a second...but his latest clumsy failure had only made him twice as unemphatic. He couldn’t afford to grow soft, not now, not when he was so close to fulfilling his Purpose.

He started counting as he exited the store, hands quickly sliding into his pockets. He felt the cool metal of his phone and debated texting Seth to meet up after all. But, a familiar voice stopped that thought before it was completed.

“Don’t tell me, you were actually gonna answer.”

Shades of maroon danced in his single eye as it slowly trailed from the phone screen to the boy before him. Seth’s long, black bangs were dancing in an eerie night breeze that’d just decided to make an appearance -as if God itself was attempting to assist Steel’s action. His eyes, though, were what scarred Steel the most; that image of his glowing yellow pupils would burn a mark into their Soul. What they saw in his eyes was nothing other...than DETERMINATION.

And the gun in his hand betrayed what he’d need that for.

The street was empty save for the two of them. Steel swallowed hard and kept his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxing. He was still trying to focus on counting right. At that distance from the store, debris could still get to him. But he’d have time to make an escape. Time wasn’t his problem here.

“‘Da fuq’ bro. ‘Chu had a bad dream too or somethin’.”

“Shut up.”, the response came cold and harsh. It froze the blood in Steel’s veins. That was very unlike Seth.

“Wow. An’ I thought we had somethin’ ‘ere.”

“I said shut up!”, he swung the gun, finger wrapped around the trigger. Steel couldn’t tell if it was cocked, but he instinctively jerked his hands up over his head, palms open.

“Daym...”, he whispered under a raspy breath. His heart was beating faster now. Would he *Pause fast enough to escape a bullet?

“I know it was you!”, Seth continued. His voice was already cracking, shoulders shaking lightly. That was good for Steel, they wanted him to have shaky hands. “You think I’m stupid?! I knew it the second I saw those milk jugs! You...you freak! You lied to my face! And Martha’s! All this time! You psychopath!”

It could be said that his words failed to elicit an emotional response out of them, however it would be partly inaccurate. Because, deep inside, guilt was spreading like corrosion.

“I trusted you! I didn’t turn you in! But you..you’re just beyond saving! And to think Martha still thinks something good of you! Asshole, do you even care about the people you killed with your sick game!? You’re always blabbering ‘bout how bad people made the world a hellhole, well, you’re one of them! YOU! ARE ONE OF THEM!”, He held the gun up, steadier now. Steel was very quiet, listening calmly, breathing slowly. He was focused on the gun and ready to *Pause when the timing was right. He wasn’t going to die here. That’d be...quite the loss of p r o g r e s s.

Seth knew he’d have to act quick. He knew Steel had probably already plotted something in that convenience store, why else would he’ve been out that late? He’d tracked them down through the phone texts, tracking the signal down with a deep-web undernet tracker. That hadn’t been the hard part. The hard part was now, that he had to make the *Choice, to *Act. He had to pull that trigger and watch their brains splatter and know he did the right thing.

And, once again overwhelmed by his emotions, he was stalling.

And Justice should be quick.

“You never really liked me, did you? Or Martha. Or anyone.”, he growled, in between quiet sobs. Tears were running down his cheeks. Steel’s posture remained calm, expressionless. Was he even listening? Seth couldn’t tell.

“Did you? Did you!? Do you have feelings at all!?”, he screamed. He knew he should just pull the trigger. But the injustice, it was eating at him. Not because of the people that died because of Steel, but because of those that died because he let his feelings get the best of him and didn’t point that gun to the right person. Not until now. And even in these moments he was still drowning in doubt, shattered from the overwhelming emotions and his twisted love for the other boy, his obsession and his wounded pride.

Yes, letting Steel live was unfair for those he’d killed.

But killing him was unfair for himself.

And he had to make a choice that he didn’t have enough time to think over. He thought he’d been ready. Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for it. His sobs caused his shoulders to shake. He cocked the gun, in hopes that would edge him on to pull the trigger. His finger was wrapped around it and could press a little more any moment now...he could end it. The choice was his. He managed a final rasp, voice broken now and throat burning.

“Do...do you have any remorse for your actions?”

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Silence.

Deathly silence, and Steel’s unyielding cold stare.

3...

2...

B O O M !

Pieces of melting metal and debris flew around them. Dust particles and flames floated around them. The stench of burning plastic surrounded them. The only sound after the explosion was the discreet crackling of fire devouring the store.

And then a deafening scream.

Steel’s eye blinked slowly. Within a matter of those few seconds, he missed Seth’s hand moving. Seth’s stare had stuck on the flames embracing the building. His golden eyes were lit up with the flame, reflecting them perfectly on their glossy surface. And, as if in slow motion, he turned the gun towards his own head and pressed it against his temple. As Steel’s eye opened again, he faced the boy’s frozen expression, as if he were in awe of the evil before his eyes. And just as slowly, pale yellow light shone underneath his chest, as if his skin was suddenly sheer.

Through that light, Seth’s soul emerged. A yellow soul of Justice, burning bright. And in one fraction of a second he pulled the trigger.

The soul shattered into a million little pieces as light left the boy’s eyes. They rolled back in his punctured head and brains spilled out and stained his skin before he collapsed on a puddle of blood. Soul shards lingered in the air, reflecting light like tiny pieces of glass, fading into a beautiful, fine, golden dust. Just as an immaterial sign popped up and floated over Seth’s corpse.

*GAME OVER.

Steel cupped a scream into his mouth. His eyes were both fixed on the dead boy, wide open in shock. His pupils shrank into tiny dots. He envisioned the flames embracing him from behind, planting a soft kiss on his neck that sent shivers down his spine, as a lover would; as Satan itself would.

Soon enough, sirens joined the fire’s cackling and broke the night’s silence. The flames behind his back were still dancing, but the screams had hushed long ago. The vocal cords of the cashier trapped inside had melted by now. Tears were evaporating from Steel’s cheeks. His hand was still cupping shaky breaths and muttering.

Sirens got closer. They had to go, now!

#✽The more laws the less justice ~|Seth✽#tw; suicide #tw; explosions #tw; fire #tw; pyromania #tw; death #tw; gun pointing #tw; guns

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Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 12

For all other chapters, click the number: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Chapter 12

Summary: Enya saves Thorins' tight ass. Twice. Meanwhile, the tension between Dolvira and Enya slowly builds up.

Well, this was fucking fantastic.

Enya paced a few feet away and sat down on a tree root. Thorin and Dolvira. Dolvira and Thorin. Ugh, their names were an odd match that made her cringe every time she heard it. Enya didn't know if she wanted to laugh hysterically or cry her eyes out. She had been stupid, putting aside all her dignity because she was terribly in love with a guy. Dwarf. Who had a girl. God, this made her no better than Abbie. She honestly tried to seduce him! Enya blushed when she remembered that particular night in Rivendell. The gasp he made when she dropped her jacket... and the kiss they shared afterwards... She believed they both felt something that night. If it wasn't for his self-control, she would not have let go. She would... The thought made her abdomen tighten with desire. Enya sighed. Not that any of it mattered, though. He found his love again. Dolvira was a real bad-ass dwarf woman, a warrior. Once a commander of armies. She was not the prettiest of women, but she had a fair smile. Enya frowned. Looking at herself, she felt like she was nothing compared to Dolvira. She could say that she was less scary and more feminine. And that she possessed those dreamy blue eyes that would make a man do anything. At least, that was what others told her. Enya´s friends at home always were extremely jealous of her.

‘Just a wink, En.’ they used to say. ‘Just a flick from those eyes and the boys lie at your feet.’ Enya did not believe those claims. She was so insecure back then. So in love with the waaay out of her league Jason. She smiled sadly when all the memories she pushed away appeared in her mind again. She used to stare at Jason at the bar and pretend in her head that he was hers. Stupid girl. She had a tendency to fall for those who didn’t want her. So when Jason finally approached her after months of ignoring, she kissed him and took him home. Enya bit her lip. She should not have done that. She should have waited to discover his character before giving him her body. Her dignity. Most importantly: her heart. But she didn’t, because by the time they kissed she was too far down the road to stop. He clearly didn’t give any shit about her heart (or true love), because he crushed her. Twice. Enya stared at her fingernails. And now, her so much envied eyes weren´t helping her either. Maybe she was destined to stay alone. To not know love. Real love. She rolled her eyes when she thought about the things Gandalf had said to her. It seemed that even wizards sometimes were not prepared for the evil plot twists life decided to throw at you. If there even had existed a fling between her and Thorin, it was now gone. Dolvira had entered the game.

Dolvira. Dolvira the bad-ass chick with fiery red hair who couldn´t care less about the opinion of others. Who wasn’t unsure about herself. A woman who knew how to get what she wanted, even with force. Not by seduction. Enya sighed. How could she expect Thorin not to choose such a woman? Even if she put the shared history aside, she could see why he fell for her. It wasn’t for her looks, but the woman possessed an powerful aura. There was something about her… Enya groaned and wanted to evaporate right on the spot. At this stage, she would happily walk into a portal. Or create one. Being a (half?) dwarf in a human world suddenly seemed a lot easier than facing the royal commander duo again. Even the thought of running into asshole Jason seemed less painful. God, she had sunk low. Enya peered at the group from her hiding spot and swallowed hard. Thorin and Dolvira were apart from the rest and her hand was on his shoulder. Dolvira laughed about something Thorin said. She could not see his face. No doubt they had a lot of catching up to do. Why weren't they tangled up in the bushes somewhere? Enya rolled her eyes. Her mind never understood when it was time to stop thinking dirty. SHE did not even want to go near the thought of Thorin and Dolvira making... Enya closed her eyes. No, she should not venture there. She got up and wondered if the pair had really been together all this time. Had they fought side by side when Smaug entered Erebor? When they tried to reclaim the kingdom of Moria? She glanced at the two and was relieved when she saw Thorins' expression (at least for that moment) was dead serious. 'No panties shredding look for our lovable Dolvira!' Her mind stated happily. Enya held back a giggle. If she even wore panties. Probably not. Ew. Enya slowly walked back to the group, praying no one would notice she had been gone for a few minutes. 'Where were you?' Dori asked when he saw her appearing from the bushes. Enya put a smile on her face and cursed herself for not being able to come up with a witty answer. 'Who is that Dolvira woman, miss Enya?' Ori whispered. 'She looks scary.' 'I have no clue.' Enya confessed. 'You should ask Thorin how they met.' ‘But he is supposed to be with you…’ Ori said. ‘What do you mean, Ori? I cannot-’ Her answer was interrupted by a sharp howl that was very close to her. 'RUN!' Gandalf screamed. Boy, that word seemed his go to expression lately. Enya stayed where she was and turned around. A large warg eyed her from the spot where she stood only a few minutes ago, and he was ready to devour her. Enya scoffed and held her sai close to her body. 'Not today, my friend.' The beast lunged forward and Enya screamed as she wanted to release her anger on it, but the warg dropped dead on the mountain slope before it reached her. A knife and a few arrows had hit its head. Enya frowned when Fíli and Kíli dragged her away. They had killed it before she had a fair chance. It made her more mad than it should. 'Come on, miss. Run!' Fíli urged. Enya did what she was told. 'What were you thinking, anyway?' Kíli asked while they ran after the rest of the company. 'Wargs are too large to take on alone!' Enya shrugged. 'Uncle told us to keep a watchful eye over you.' Fíli mused. 'HE DID WHAT?' She roared. Fíli and Kíli shot each other a knowing glance and chuckled. 'He said you are always getting yourself into trouble.' Fíli said. 'And that witches are rare, so we should protect you from harm.' Kíli added. 'Or you doing anything stupid.' Fíli said with a smile. 'I am going to kill him.' Enya muttered and she meant it. The arrogance! How could he even order such a thing? She never did anything stupid! Did he really thing she wanted to be shadowed by two young dwarf princes who always seemed to be up to some mischief? As much as she loved the two rascals, she knew it was best to sometimes keep some distance. Kíli gave Enya a quick push when he saw more wargs running in their direction. They all climbed into the same tree and were just out of reach when the fastest warg snapped off the lowest branches with its sharp teeth. ‘We are in trouble’ Kíli whispered. Well, that was an understatement. Enya groaned as they watched a pack of at least twenty wargs gathered under the trees. Some had riders on them. The ones that didn’t, jumped against the tree in an attempt to tip it over. Enya held on tight to the branch she sat on. ‘They are going to bring down the tree!’ Fíli said, horrified. Enya did not want to look down again, but yet she did. The tree protested and squeaked as its roots were roughly torn away by the wargs. ‘We have to jump, or we will be warg dinner.’ Enya stated. They waited until the poor tree gave in and tipped over. With a loud yell, Enya jumped and hoped for the best. She grabbed the first sturdy branch she saw and clung onto it. Kíli landed right next to her. ‘We need a way to kill them.’ Fíli said anxiously. He was just beneath them. ‘I AM NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR THEM TO KILL US!’ Dolvira yelled from above. Enya turned and watched her. She was near Thorin. The sight made Enya’s envy burn bright. ‘ANY BRIGHT IDEAS THEN, HUN?’ She screamed at Dolvira. She knew this was no moment to start an argument, but she hated that bitch with an intense passion. And it was mutual. Dolvira looked back in a way that… well, if looks could kill, Enya would lie dead under the tree now. Enya watched as Dolvira got her knife and threw it at one of the wargs beneath her. She hit it, but her move did not kill the creature. ‘Really?’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘SMART MOVE, DOLLY. NOW YOU LOST YOUR WEAPON.’ ‘OH YOU LITTLE- I WILL GUT YOU!’ Enya laughed. ‘Come and get me then, BABE.’ She turned and suddenly got an idea. ‘Give me that pineapple.’ She demanded Kíli. Kíli frowned. ‘You want to throw pineapples at their heads? I doubt it will kill them.’ ‘No, it won’t.’ Enya smiled as she received the pineapple from him and held it in her hand. ‘But we will give them an extra twist.’ She said and with those words it set ablaze. Fíli and Kíli smiled mischievously and quickly got a few more. Enya held her burning pineapple up high so they could light their own. ‘How do you hold them?’ Fíli asked as he juggled the burning weapon in his hands. Enya shrugged. ‘I’m not affect by the fire. I guess because it’s part of me.’ ‘Let’s bombard some wargs with them.’ Kíli laughed. The trio yelled and threw the pineapples at the wargs. Some of them were immediately set ablaze and yelped in panic as they hurried away. ‘Yeaaaaah!’ Kíli cheered. ‘Kill those bastards!’ Fíli encouraged the others. ‘Use Enya’s fire!’ Their little victorious moment was ruined by an enormous pale white orc, striding a white warg that appeared behind the trees. Shit. This had to be Azog the defiler. But didn’t Thorin tell her that filth died of his wounds long ago? Well, he seemed much alive and kicking to her… ‘No. It cannot be.’ Thorin said as he pushed one of a smaller branches aside to get a better look. Azog and Thorin stared at each other and the hatred between them made Enya shiver. Tension hung in the air. Enya prayed in silence that Thorin wasn’t stupid enough to face the orc. Surely he would know he couldn’t go on a suicide mission? She glanced at him and realized that he probably wouldn’t even care if he died. His face said it all. He wanted to take his hated enemy down. No matter the costs. ‘Change of tactic.’ She muttered at Fíli and Kíli and concentrated on the palms of her hand. An icicle appeared and with a straight jerk from her arm Enya launched it into an orcs’ head. The orc dropped dead from his warg. ‘Whooohoo!’ Enya’s mind did a little victory dance. ‘Give me one!’ Fíli pressed. Enya nodded and was about to hand an icicle over, when- ‘KRRRRRRRRRRRRR’ The roots of the tree decided to give up and the whole thing tipped over. Luckily, one root was strong enough to hold on and prevented the tree from falling into the abyss. Nonetheless, it hung very dangerously over the edge and therefore brought the whole company in danger. Everyone tried to hold on the branches, but the one poor Dori and Ori held onto, broke off. Gandalf caught Dori with his staff, and Ori was able to grab Dori, but Enya knew it was matters of minutes before Dori would let go. Dori sobbed. ‘Gandalf! I cannot hold much longer!’ ‘You have to!’ the wizard urged. Enya turned to Thorin and discovered that he wasn’t where he should be. Oh no. For a split second Enya believed that Thorin fell into the darkness, but when she heard the pale orc calling Thorins’ name, she instantly knew where he was. He went to face the pale orc. Enya was unsure what she should do. She whimpered as she saw Thorin charging Azog. ‘THORIN!’ Dwalin yelled and he wanted to go after his leader, but his branch broke off and left him swinging on a dangerously thin thread. Thorin reached Azog, ready to chop off his head, but was brought down by the white warg that jumped upon him. The pale orc laughed as his warg lunged forward and took the dwarf prince in his mouth. Oh no. Thorin screamed in pain, but was able to wound the warg with his sword. The warg tossed him aside, and Thorin landed with his head on a large rock. He didn’t move and seemed unconscious. Enya didn’t think, but reacted instinctively. With all her strength she lifted herself on the tree trunk and ran towards the place where Thorin was lying. She saw the pale orc ordering a minion to cut off Thorins’ head and gripped her knife.

Heck no, this was not happening.

Not on her watch.

Within matters of seconds she reached Thorin and lunged at the orc that already was holding his sword high in the sky, seconds away from severing the head of the dwarf she loved. With a loud yell she took the orc down and landed on top of him. She was all fired up and the poor minion had to pay the price for that. ‘DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM!’ She bellowed and pushed her knife in his chest. The orc screamed in surprise and Enya didn’t stop stabbing him until he laid lifeless beneath her. Orc blood was dripping from her hands, but she had no time to think about that. She quickly got up, grabbed her sai and faced the pale orc. ‘Do not dare to touch him, you filth.’ She growled. ‘You shall have to kill me first.’ The pale orc laughed and said something to her in black speech. Enya didn’t know what he was saying, but the sound of the words made her shiver. ‘I don’t speak such a vile language.’ She said. ‘And I don’t want to know what those dreadful words mean.’ She swung her sai in the air. ‘But know this.’ She whispered and she refused to avoid the pale orcs’ gaze. ‘If you ever touch him again, you’ll wish you’ve never been born.’ Enya vaguely heard battle cries behind her and knew the other dwarves had found their guts again. She smiled as she saw surprise in Azogs’ eyes. ‘Didn’t expect that, huh?’ she said and set her sai on fire. ‘Now. Where were we?’ she purred as she paced closer. Azog growled at her and showed his teeth. Enya raised one eyebrow. ‘Too scared to fight yourself? You really going to let your warg do the dirty job?’ There were interrupted again, but this time by the sound of a dozen eagles that happened to fly above them. Enya glanced at the sky and smiled. They were majestic, beautiful creatures. Much larger than at home. They appeared to be at their side, because Azog quickly retreated as he saw his comrades being thrown in the abyss by sharp eagle claws. Enya watched the spectacle and therefore was not prepared for the enormous claw that grabbed her from the ground. ‘NO! LET ME DOWN! I AM FINE!’ she screamed, but the eagles didn’t seem to hear her pleas. When the claw finally released her, she fell into the abyss. So this was it then, she would die. Enya screamed and saw the trees in the valley growing bigger and bigger. The sky was terribly cold. She could not imagine that some people enjoyed doing this in their spare time. Even with a bungee jump cord or parachute. Enya grunted in surprise when she landed on another eagle’s back. She could not stop shivering and tears ran over her face. ‘I hate heights, I am so sorry!’ she said to the eagle. She had no idea if the majestic bird had any idea what she was saying, but it did turn its’ head a little and made eye contact. Enya grasped the birds’ feathers and held on tight. The feathers were incredibly soft and comforted her a bit. She sat still and was even able to enjoy the beautiful view. ‘It’s magnificent’ she told the bird. She knew it would agree. Enya tried to distract herself from her worries about Thorin with scouting the area for the lonely mountain. It didn’t help much. She sighed and peered at the eagles that were flying ahead of her. Thorin was carried by the one in the front. Enya whimpered. He laid lifeless the eagle’s claws. Enya clenched her teeth. She could only hope for the best and wait…

As soon as her eagle put her down on a platform high in the sky, Enya thanked it for its’ help. After that, she ran towards the spot where one of the other eagles had dropped Thorin. Gandalf was already there, leaning over him. Enya sat next to Gandalf and could not hide the horror that was displayed on her face. ‘Thorin!’ Gandalf urged. Thorin did not move. Gandalf put his hand over Thorins’ face and muttered words in an ancient language Enya could not understand. They waited in silence, but the beautiful blue eyes of the dwarf she loved stayed shut. The other dwarves arrived at the platform as well and hurried to their leader. ‘Thorin!’ Balin shouted. Enya swallowed hard and tried not to cry. Oh god. No. Oh no. ‘What should we do?’ she asked the wizard. ‘I can try one more time’ he answered and he repeated the words. They waited again. ‘He is not waking up!’ Her voice reached an high pitch and did not sound like her usual tone. She didn’t care that everyone now knew she cared deeply for Thorin. That she loved him, even. If it would save his life… Enya felt the tears burning behind her eyes. He was not waking up. This was not happening. Not on her watch. She could live with the fact that he didn’t want to be with her, but she could not let him die. She wanted him to be alive and well, even if it meant she had to accept his love for Dolvira. Her instinct told her what to do. She turned to Gandalf and offered him her hand. ‘Take me.’ She said. ‘Take the energy that is required.’ She meant it. ‘Enya, I don’t know how that works. If I take such a risk, you could die.’ Gandalf said. Like she cared about that. She loved Thorin more than anything in the world. Enya held down a sob when she realized she loved him even more than she valued her own life. It had to be done, and there was no time to argue. ‘I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE COSTS, TAKE IT!’ she screamed at Gandalf. The wizard looked at her, horrified. ‘I cannot just take-’ he began, but Enya didn’t let him finish and took matters in her own hands. She placed one hand on Thorins’ heart and the other on her own. She didn’t know if there was a spell to chant or a special message to make it work, so she just whispered the first thing that came into her mind. ‘Save the one I love.’ The wind took her whisper and it tickled her face. Enya felt her energy slipping away from her. Her mind became hazy and her vision blurred. Her own voice whispered to herself. ‘Save the one I love…’

‘Save his life!’

‘Save him…’

‘I love him…’

She cried when a sudden force blew her away from Thorin. She got smacked down on her back and groaned in pain. Her hands burned, but her mind was too misty to see what was going on. She heard Dolvira screaming Thorins’ name in the distance. Enya wanted to focus, but her eyelids were too heavy. She felt weak, abandoned by both her mind and her body. She wanted to yell, but she had no energy. Every fiber in her body was exhausted. Maybe she gave too much. Maybe she was dying. But if she had saved Thorin in the process… Enya’s mouth curved into a little smile. Then it was all worth it. She let it go and slid into the darkness.

The first thing that pulled her back from the endless darkness she was floating in, were two hands that gripped firmly around her shoulders. Someone was shaking her anxiously and called her name. ‘Miss Enya!’ ‘I told her not to, but she didn’t listen’ Gandalf said softly. ‘You should have stopped her.’ A familiar low, husky voice groaned. ‘She always is too reckless.’ Reckless? Said who? Enya wanted to giggle, but no sound came from her mouth. She did manage to open her eyes for a bit and slowly blinked. Her breath was taken away by a pair of blue eyes, inches away from hers. Thorin hung over her and his hands were on her shoulders. When he saw she was regaining her consciousness, his expression changed. Did she detect some fear in those gorgeous eyes? Enya couldn’t tell, because at the moment, they told her a different story. He was furious. She always seemed to be able to make him angry. ‘Damn it, miss Enya! What were you thinking?’ Thorin yelled. Enya closed her eyes again. ‘Don’t you dare to leave me!’ he hissed. Enya moaned as Thorin got her up and held her in his arms. ‘Please don’t die.’ He whispered softly in her ear. He was very close and Enya breathed in his scent. If she had to leave this world, she had to do it now. This was the right way to go. In his arms. Her peaceful moment was roughly disturbed as her least favorite dwarf of all time entered the scene. ‘Cut the crap and stop acting so dramatic, Enya.’ Dolvira brawled. If Enya hadn’t felt so weak, she would have strangled the bitch. But right now, she had a hard time opening her eyes. ‘Thorin, we have to leave.’ Dwalin pressed. ‘The eagles gave us a head start, but we have to move. Fast.’ Thorin sighed. ‘Give her five minutes. Get yourselves ready.’ Enya heard the dwarves shuffle around her. She forced herself to open her eyes. Thorin stared into her face and treated her with a smile. It was a worried one, but she was happy he decided to let the intentioned speech about her ‘recklessness’ wait for a moment. ‘We have to move on. Can you walk?’ he whispered. ‘Yeah.’ She answered. ‘I should be the one to feel like this.’ Thorin muttered, clearly feeling very guilty about her sudden diminished well-being. Enya smiled. ‘I am fine.’ He narrowed his eyes, and she knew he knew she wasn’t. Luckily, he said nothing. Enya wanted to get up, but Thorin wasn’t letting go of her that easy. ‘Slow down.’ He growled. ‘God, I feel like a train wreck. I would kill for a cup of coffee right now. Or redbull.’ She complained as she slowly got up on her feet again. ‘Coffee?’ Thorin asked. ‘It is a drink. With caffeine, to revive your spirits.’ Enya frowned. ‘In the human world it is especially used in the morning.’ Thorin frowned. ‘I always find that humans are weird living beings.’ Enya giggled. ‘They’ll grow on you, eventually. And trust me, I know.’ ‘We need to move.’ Dolvira said impatiently. ‘I don’t fancy running into that orc pack again, especially not because our lovely lunatic here is too weak to move. We should leave her behind.’ ‘We are not leaving anyone behind.’ Thorin said in an authoritarian tone. Both girls ignored him and paced around each other. Enya tilted her head and smiled. ‘No worries, love. Your lunatic is perfectly fine.’ Dolvira rolled her eyes. ‘You don’t look perfectly fine if you ask me. To me you look like a little harlot.’ Enya burst into laughter. It hurt, but she couldn’t help herself. ‘Harlot? Well good thing nobody asks your opinion, then.’ She faced Dolvira and looked right into her eyes. ‘You know, sometimes it’s wise to say nothing’ she said. ‘I too wasn’t about to share with you that the brow situation you got going on over there is very, very-’ She did not finish her sentence but shook her head dismissively. ‘There is nothing wrong with my brows!’ Dolvira shouted. ‘Oh dear, Dolly…’ Enya whispered. ‘Your brows are a classic tragedy.’ ‘Stop calling me Dolly! You’re the one who looks like a filthy elf.’ Dolvira hissed. ‘You are vain.’ ‘Not really, but I do know the value of a good set of tweezers.’ Enya smiled as she realized that Dolvira had obviously no clue what tweezers were. Her brows were witnesses of that. Poor things. Enya bit her lip and continued. ‘They perform miracles, although I think you are an hopeless case. I think we might need loads of make-up to correct that face!’ ‘I don’t know what these things are and I don’t need them.’ Dolvira said, confidently. ‘My kin doesn’t value looks as much as your kind does. What are you anyway?’ ‘I am a fire witch from the fire beard clan.’ She hissed and two little flames appeared in her hands. ‘Do not dare to insult me, because I will make you suffer.’ ‘I can’t wait.’ Dolvira smirked. ‘Because it will be me who crushes your little pretty face.’ ‘Really?’ Enya scoffed. ‘I wouldn’t trust on that.’ ‘Ladies.’ They both looked up. Thorin eyed the two and he was visibly annoyed by them. Enya cursed herself. He was right. There was no time for drama. ‘Let’s move.’ He then ordered.

Enya bit her tongue when she walked behind the others. The little argument with Dolvira revived her spirits (who needs Redbull now?) but her whole body still was aching. She had to push herself to keep up. She had to continue on this journey. If it wasn’t for her love of Thorin, she had to honor the promise she made to grandma Gigi. She imagined what Gigi would say about this awkward situation. Gigi wouldn’t have reacted the way Enya did. Gigi would not engage in everyday verbal fights. She would smile politely and wait. Until she could strike her opponent with a deadly blow. Enya smiled. Her grandma would press her not to forget about her manners. And from now on, that would be exactly what she was going to do.

That bitch would have to learn not to fool around with the Blueheart family. Because they were a force to be reckoned with.

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I was tagged by @zimooy ! this has take me 23 days to get to. im sorry. Would you rather explore the many planets in the universe or explore the wondrous depths of our oceans? That's a toughy tbh. both would be p cool. but I would probably choose the universe. like that would be so cool???? 10/10 a gt im sure Can you describe your favorite color without saying what it is and its shades? Early November Evening In The Heart Of Seattle Your bias texts you, mistaking your number for one of their friends. Do you talk to them and keep up an act or do you admit the mistake? How do you do it? What happens after? I would probably admit from the get go that he has the wrong number but bc coups is a nice guy and im a nice lady, we'd probably continue talking anyways Describe your favorite feature of one of your best friends without saying what it is. Why? can i say everything?? describe a feature of my best friend without saying what it is?? my goodness what is this?? hagge's class??? okay um. it's like??? yknow when you eat some cookies and you wash it down w milk?? yeah it's like that. or like when you come inside after a really hot day and for a solid 15 minutes you are super sweaty but then by then, the A/C has cooled you down and you feel amazing??? it's like that. or when you you are giving someone a hug and they squeeze you in a loving way???? it's like that. or like when you hear the rain outside and you can't really see it but you kNOW it's raining and everything else is just quiet??? yeah it's like that. or when you are super tired to the point where you can't keep your eyes open so you close your book and turn off your light and finally rest your head on the pillow to sleep??? yeah, it's like that. What super power would you have and how would you use it? Hero or villain? mind reading or shape shifter. I can't decide between the two. probably mind reading tbh??? like that would be so cool. nobody can lie to me bc ik what they're thinking. I always know what's going through a persons mind. it would be so cool and personally v useful. but i don't think I'd be a hero or a villan really?? I'd just be doin it for myself yknow. as for shape shifter, that can just come in handy all the time. running late for work??? shape shift into a frickin cheetah and whabam im there. bih. i can even shape shift into the flash if i wanna. you can't stop me. What are three things included in your ideal type? Why? Would you accept someone without these features? they gotta be like friends man. loyal af. im not here for some hot n cold, two faced shiz. nuh uh. nope. i like someone who actually sHows that they care. someone who genuinely wants to be my pal. someone who is Real. no fakes here. having someone who is funny is kinda nice. but like fr i think everything is funny so that shouldn't be hard. I prefer someone who isn't rude or does a bunch of hardcore drugs n drinks n tries to get me to do it w them bc im not about that. I definitely need someone who i can have personal, deep conversations with. that's a must. i like someone who likes hugs but that isn't like a nEED. i could keep going but those are some of the main stuff. and I'll accept just about everyone. but if you don't meet most of these things, I probably just won't be close to you. Vampires, werewolves, or witches? If you could become one, which would you choose and why? a witch. i mean what's the good in being a vampire??? u gotta drink blood and u cant go out in the sun n stuff. lame. and werewolves??? you literally turn into a wolf whenever there's a full moon. I literally don't see why anyone would want that. so definitely a witch. like casting spells n making potions n stuff??? how cool would that be??? i wAnt. if you released a mini album with 4 songs, what would the song titles be? 1- cherry soda 2- queen 3- teacups & oil 4- rose petal gardens Describe what you feel right now by using a metaphor without including the word to describe how you are feeling. an old man is sitting inside a row boat in the middle of calm waters but below the surface, screams are erupting from the gills of scaled creatures Your bias from one group confesses to you in front of your bias from another group. They quickly confess their love. Who do you choose? they cannot be your ult. bias. *calls mo* listen chani and jinjin,,,, I love you both,,,wow um,,,, * aggressively whispers into the phone speaker* mo i need your help rIGht now Your bias promises to go on a date with you on the condition that you plan it. Plan the entire night (where you go, why, what you eat, what you wear, the other places you go, what you talk about, etc.) alright. here goes nothin. they didn't say wHat bias it had to be so um,,,im doin jae bc nobody can stop me. let me just run you through the date. start to finish. I'll start with outfits bc in this friendship with jae, style is Key. jae would be wearing his hp wire frames and wearing an oversized maroon sweater bc gotta have the Sweater Paws. and let's just say for this time, he had the hair he had in the when you love someone mv bc that's a good. okay honestly. that entire swingset look? the outfit, hair, everything. tHAT is what he's wearing. okay. me?? um. probably wearing some cute black skinny jeans and some classic red converse. and probably an oversized, light grey sweater. we just havin those cute sweater paw vibes yknow bc we like that. imma make this a day long date bc i Can. so after we do our things yknow, we meet up at a cute coffee shop (btw we are in seattle) at like 9am bc we are not wasting the day sleeping. we have a casual, flowy, comfortable morning conversation over warm coffee and soft muffins. then at like 10am, we leave the coffee shop and walk down to a library and grab some poetry books and sit on the comfy library couches and read each other some poems to set the mood for the day. at 11am, we walk to through the streets of seattle, having wonderful conversation, even stopping by the bubble gum wall and leaving our mark there before continuing, maybe once in a while stopping to admire the graffiti or art posters along the way. stopping off at a park or a bench to rest. just having no particular destination and simply enjoying the city as it lightly rains. around 1pm, we stop by a cute, old restaurant that has been around for decades and order the oldest item on the menu. we talk, smile at the old man that started the restaurant and shake his hand before leaving at almost 2pm. then we go to pike place market. we watch them throw the fish, we go into every single shop there is & look around. we don't buy anything but we take a few pictures together with his polaroid camera throughout the day. we spend the rest of the afternoon there bc there is so much to do and so much to look at. we buy some fresh berries and snack on them bc seattle berries are truly devine. we even go to the original starbucks and buy a coffee. we take a polaroid picture of course which i will later tape to the wall next to my bed next to all the other polaroids we've taken throughout our friendship. after spending the afternoon at pike place market, we go to dinner at a cute restaurant across the street that jae swears has the best breadsticks. and he's not wrong. we spend the entirety of the 6pm hour and part of the 7pm hour at this restaurant, talking about some of what we've done today as well as other pointless conversations. as 7:30 creeps up, we step out of the restaurant. the sun has already gone down and all the street lamps and city lights are ablaze. we walk down to the space needle, deciding that it's a good way to end the day. so we pay the ever growing price to go to the top (where most people have already begun to leave). we step out onto the outside of the very top and peer out to look at the city. we walk around it once slowly, taking in every inch of nighttime seattle. we point out what we find astonishing while doing so. once we make a full revolution, we walk to the side that overlooks our favorite view (the side that shows the giant ferris wheel and the ocean) and lean against the railing, just staring out. then we start getting into deep conversations about the universe and other personal topics that only the two of us will ever know. we stay there for a while, eventually just sitting on the floor bc our feet and legs have grown tired. i sit against the wall as he lays on his back, his head resting comfortably on my lap. I play with his hair as we continue you our quiet conversation. we stay like this until everyone else has left and even some of the employees have left. we don't leave until the last employee left says that we have to leave bc they are closing. so we get up and walk hand in hand back inside the elevator and back down to the bottom floor. we step outside and agree that it looks less twinkly on the floor then it did at the top of the space needle. we check the time, seeing that it's past 11pm. so jae, being the good friend he is, walks me to my apartment (although he doesn't live in the same complex, it's only a 10 minute walk away from where he lives). as we walk, we have comfortable conversation about the nighttime. once we reach my building, he walks me up the three flights of stairs and 12 feet down the hallway to my door. I thank him for the day and we give each other a hug. we stay in that position, hugging, for nearly five minutes, not saying a word. the only sound i can hear is his heartbeat. once he pulls away, saying that he will see me soon and he promises to text me when he makes it home safely, we bid our farewells until next time and I go into my apartment, waving one last goodnight wave before closing the door, leaning against it as i listen to his footsteps fade down the hallway. ~the end~ okay honestly that was rEALLY fun and I had a gt doing that. thank you mo for tagging me. honestly. I would tag someone else to do it but LITERALLY the only two people ik on here are mo and ri and they both already did it so oop. im not gonna tag n e one bc idk n e one. sorry it took so long for me to fInally do this. thank you for reading!!

#that date one was so long im so sorry #bless your heart if you actually powered through that whole thing #i love jae park okay #um okay the end byeeee

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