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shankss-magnificent-ass · 6 years

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Unadulterated Crack Part 14

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 1,473

warnings: Dragon sickness, possessiveness, fear, angst

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7— Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —

You woke up the next morning when someone knocked on Thorin’s door. A familiar gruff voice hollered, “Thorin, I need to talk to you.”

Thorin, who was spooning your naked body, called out, “ Come in Dwalin.”

When the bald Dwarf entered, and saw Thorin curled around your form, he went rigid, and stammered, “I can come back later!”

Thorin growled, “Now is fine, what do you need?”

“We need to get leaving soon.” Dwalin muttered, standing there awkwardly, while keeping his eyes on his shoes.

Thorin grumbled, “We will be down in ten minutes, thank you my friend.” sitting up in bed. Dwalin grunted, and practically sprinted out of the room.

You snickered, “He’s such an awkward turtle.” stretching your back.

Thorin muttered, “Go back to sleep, you’re staying here.” stroking your hair. You sat bolt upright, tackled him, and pinned him to the bed. You snapped, “There is absolutely no way in hell that I am staying here! I will not allow it!” Thorin did not react, he just calmly stated, “You stay here, it is safe here.” “Over my dead body!” you snarled.

He glared at you, before overpowering you, spinning you onto your back, and rolling on top of you so he was holding your back to his chest as he supported himself on his elbows and knees. Thorin barked, “That is exactly what I am trying to avoid! I could not bare to live another day knowing that I got you killed!” pressing you into the mattress. He begged, “Please stay here, listen to me for once in your life!” burring his head into your hair.

You shook your head, and shot back, “I would not be able to forgive myself if you died and I did not even try to save you. Thorin, remember if you die so do I! I cannot die until you do! Even if I am hurt I will not die! You are not going anywhere without me!” Struggling against him.

He pressed his weight against you, and whined, “Please listen to me! You mean so much more to me than some forsaken rock!”

“No Thorin, you listen to me, where you go I will follow, I have to follow, I cannot be more than a mile away from you! You have no choice but to bring me along!” You sobbed. Thorin gave in after several minutes of arguing.

As you reached the mountain, Thorin looked at you and asked, “Do you know where the door is?”

“Yes, but it’s not for me to tell, Bilbo will find it.” You reply, “if he cannot find it I will give him a hint.” going over to Bilbo, you still had not forgiven Thorin for attempting to leave you behind. You teamed up with Bilbo, and suggested you look over by one of the statues. He quickly found it without much help, and went to tell Thorin. You had to stop briefly to catch your breath halfway up the stairs. At the top, you watched them beat the rock wall in amusement. After the sun had set, and the company lost faith, you stayed behind with Bilbo. Who started to leave as well, when he realized you were not following, he asked, “You coming?”

“The last light the map mentions, does not refer to sun light.” You sang, pointing at the wall, as the moonlight shown on it, and the key hole appeared. Bilbo called for the Dwarves, and went in search for the key, ending up kicking towards the ledge. Thorin managed to save it just in time. Once the door was open, and Bilbo went in, and the ground began to rumble, and quake. You sighed, “The beast awakens.” to yourself.

You followed Thorin into the mountain as he went after Bilbo. When Smaug saw you with Thorin, he boomed, “I will kill you all, except that delicious looking woman with you.”

When all of you were in a place safe from the dragon fire, Thorin tried to think of a plan, after five minutes, you whispered the plan to drown the dragon in gold to him. Then Thorin leapt into action, and started giving orders. Dwalin pulled you to his side and barked, “Stay by me.”

You watched as Thorin held onto the chain while watching the sea of gold consume the drake. The company cheered, you turned and snapped, “This is not over!” then Smaug breached the surface of the gold, and ran out of the mountain yelling that about burns. You turned back, and said, “Alright, now you can celebrate.”

After they had gotten Thorin down, he disappeared for close to three hours. When Thorin reappeared, he was dressed in a long robe with fur lining, and his body covered in golden armor, and a crown adorning his head. You sat quietly back and watched him with sadness filling your heart. He was no longer the dwarf you knew and loved. Balin noticed your gloom first, and asked, “What is wrong lass?”

“That is no longer the Thorin we know, he has fallen prey to the dragon within all of us.” You whispered, “He no longer knows or sees friend from foe.”

"Thorin is just eager to get started you’ll see.“ He assured you, with a big smile.

As the company followed their leader to the treasury, you slunked off the the balcony overlooking the sea of gold, lurked in the shadows, and watched as Thorin started ordering your friends around.

When Thorin noticed you were nowhere to be seen you saw the panic on his face, and he roared, ‘Where is my Queen, where is (y/n)!”

All of them looked around, apparently they had thought you were behind them. When Thorin started yelling your name you stepped into the light, and called out, “I’m up here, mein Schatz, fret not, I am well.“

Thorin’s frigid and hungry eyes locked on to you making the hair on the back of your neck and arms stand on end, he smirked and beckoned, “Come down here my precious gem.”

You reluctantly entered the treasury, and went over to him. Thorin wrapped his arm around your hips, and pulled you against his chest. He raves, “Everything in this room is yours as well as mine my Queen.” throwing his hand out gesturing to the piles of gold.

You nervously gulped, and muttered, “I don’t want any of it.”

He shot you a dangerous look, and growled, “What?”

“You are all I need Thorin, as long as I have you I will be happy.” You clarify.

A brilliant smile envelops his handsome face, he laughed, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me, come let me pick out some jewelry for you.” groping your hips briefly, before pulling you deeper into the room.

You smiled and replied, “No, but it’ll get you to smile, and that’s all I could hope for.”

During this exchange the company watched you and Thorin in nervous anticipation, they knew something was off with Thorin, and were worried about you being alone with him. As Thorin led you away, you gestured for them to obey Thorin, they did not move. When Thorin noticed his subjects weren’t moving, he turned around and yelled, “Find me my Arkenstone!” making you jump and yelp, as he squeezed your hand too tightly. They scrambled around the room and began looking through the treasure. Then Thorin pulled you to a large chest next to an elegant sofa. He threw it open and ordered you to sit down, as you did so he rifled through the chest. After a second, he growled, “These ones are not fit to adorn my queen.” grabbing a handful of the jewelry, and throwing it as far and hard as he could. You flinched back because most of them struck the wall, and the gems in them shattered, showering the ground with their shards. Thorin huffed hotly and started to fish through the trunk again. Whenever he found a piece he liked he placed it on your person. After about thirty minutes you had so much jewelry on that you were having a hard time sitting up, and breathing. You gasped, “Thorin, no more, please.”

He peered over at you and asked, “What is wrong my love?”

You begged, “I can’t breathe under all of this Thorin, please.” going to take some of it off.

Thorin muttered, “are you not grateful of my gifts?” dangerously, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Of course I am Thorin, it’s just I can’t wear it all at the same time. Not to mention if I did wear all of it at once, then it would not make them special.” you exclaimed, after some convincing he allowed you to take all but one necklace, a bracelet, a ring, a pair of earrings, and a crown off.

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7— Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 (here)— Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20 — Part 21 —

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berevityandquiet · 7 years

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the breakup

i’ve been talking about this fic off and on on twitter.

i was really, really inspired by Obsession by mcgenji on ao3 - i looovvee that fic, it’s got such an amazing grasp of emotion. it’s a real breath of fresh air in writing in my opinion.

this is, of course, an unedited drabble bc when have i ever finished a fic.

He tells him “it's over” over lukewarm cups of coffee.

Time doesn't really stop as much as it does slow. It's late evening, there are a few clouds in the sky. It may rain soon – the weather's been fairly temperamental lately.

“I'm sorry.” Genji says quietly. He won't look Jesse in the face – eyes studying the grain on the wood table, tears dripping down his cheeks.

Jesse hears the reasons why. The standard “it's not you, it's me.”, the “I still want to be friends”, the “I just don't think this will work.” He hears ten dollar words that just scream “boredom” and “dull”, and christ it hurts and yeah, in his brain, he knows that's not what Genji's saying.

But it's what it feels like.

“Please understand-” Genji starts again, starting to look up, but it's all Jesse can do to not just walk out.

So he puts his hat back on his head and slaps on the biggest grin he can and says

“Aw, it's all right – I gotcha.”

“You do?” Genji continues to cry – Jesse wants to. Wants to curl up in bed and bury his head in his dog's fur and cry until he's bled dry, but he doesn't. He grips the back of the chair and pushes it slowly back in place.

“'Course I do. Friends?”

Genji actually smiles. Soft, watery-eyed, and miserable, but he does smile and says, “Yes. Yes of course.”

And Jesse takes his leave under the guise of “Gotta run, gotta go to an appointment.”

He walks home in a daze, enters his apartment, and doesn't leave for three days.

- - -

“I'm sorry.” Sombra says softly – there's no mockery in her voice. Instead, it's...sad , “You guys were so-”

“Somb. Please.” Jesse grits out, gripping her thigh. He's got his head in her lap, staring at the ceiling, his beard wild and unkempt, “Please just...don't.”

And so she doesn't – she turns on Netflix and they spend the night quietly watching crime documentaries and eating greasy pizza.

- - -

The first few days are hell.

The next month is hell.

Genji wants to be friends, so they stay friends. A week after The Incident (so-dubbed by Sombra), Genji texts him hello.

It takes him half a day to respond. But eventually, he replies “Hi!” with a smiley emoji. All he wants to be is left alone, but Genji was part of his life for years.

He's still in love, he repeats every night, staring up at the ceiling and running the moment over and over and over in his head. So many things left unsaid, so many loose ends. In his dreams he drops to his knees and begs and as he brushes his teeth, he daydreams lines: “That's fine, fuck you too” or “Yeah, I was getting bored too” or even “Please, please don't let this be the end for us.”

He sits in his room and listens to more Mahler than his healthy. That is, until Fareeha storms his apartment, steals all his cd's and tells him he's not allowed to listen to the “sad stuff” anymore.

And then he listens to Debussy.

And Davis.

And Frank – and Parton. And Collins and Gabriel worms their way in, calling to the Solsbury Hills and the Odds respectively. His house virtually becomes a museum to music, because that's what he's always clung to in times of hardship. Clung to it when his parents divorced, clung to it when his dog died, clung to it when he lost his arm and he clings to it now, as he throws away pictures of Genji and him, deletes them off his phone. He can't stand to look at them anymore, can't fight the metallic-y, blackberry taste in his mouth. Dolly sings about Jolene and here he is, sobbing about a lost love – the irony is palpable.

- - -

The first month is bad. And then it becomes... okay.

- - -

“Look, you've been stuck in your house all week.”

Lucio stands in the doorway, a crutch wedged in the space between. He won't go away, no matter how many times Jesse tells him he doesn't want to go out, “It's not healthy man. You're gonna die in there and stink up the joint.”

“Thanks.” Jesse grumbles, half hidden behind the door.

“You know what I mean.” Lucio frowns (and wow, it looks so...unnatural) “I know you're in a bad place, but you've gotta walk outside sometime.”

“I walk outside.”

“Walking back and forth to work doesn't count.” Lucio rolls his eyes, “As your friend, I'm giving you fair warning – you either come with us, or I send Jamie in here and you'll have to fend him off.”

“You are such an ass.”

“You'll thank me.”

The threat of having Jamie “Junkrat” Fawkes rolling into his apartment is enough to make him toss on some jeans and join his friends for a night.

And so they paint the town red.

First by going to the all-night grocery shop and pushing Hana in the cart through the isles, laughing amongst each other at the bizarrely overpriced items and buying way too much candy. And then sit at the towns square, hanging on the fountain, shooting the shit, and throwing pieces of candy at one another. Hana turns out Queen too loud and a passing police officer frowns at them, but it's summer and the entire town's outside enjoying the clear sky.

Sitting with his friends, watching the stars crawl across the sky, the ache goes from a sharp stab to a dull ache. He almost feels normal again – Jamie falls into the fountain and they get yelled at by the same passing officer who tells them “Act like adults!”

They all snigger behind their hands as he storms off – he's on one of those roomba things, what are they called again?

(“A segway, dummy.”

...he'd had that fight Genji.

It was entirely in jest – but it was their second date. They were going to this high-end Italian place that Jesse had to fight tooth-and-nail to get a reservation at. Jesse couldn't remember the name of the machine, so he juggled between “them scooter motherfuckers” and “them roomba fuckermothers” and Genji...

Genji had laughed so hard he had to stop and catch his breath.

In the end, the Italian food was so bland they'd left the restaurant and got McDonalds and sat in the booths and stole each other's fries)

It...didn't hurt as bad to remember that. Stung, just like an old paper cut stings when you turn it wrong but...not as bad. Jamie shakes the water off and gets drops everywhere and Jesse takes a moment to look down at his phone.

Genji S. - 10:45 PM

You guys look like you're having fun.

Jesse looks up, looks around and catches Genji's eye as he walks out of the bakery across the way. He's out with Angela, both of them ladened with brown paper bags.

(Probably full of those donuts he likes so much, Jesse thinks briefly)

Genji smiles and waves at him.

Jesse forces a smile and waves and turns back to the group, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. He doesn't invite them over – neither do his friends, who all wave and yell “Hi!” and Genji...

Genji waves back and follows Angela back to his car.

It's an awkward moment – they're all friends, technically, all part of one group. They're not taking sides – neither Jesse or Genji would want that.

(But deep, deep down, Jesse hopes they would pick him. Genji probably thinks the same.)

Lucio swipes the phone from Hana and tells them that he's been working on a new tune and quickly turns to his youtube page, blasting his music.

The papercut sting spreads.

But Jesse's okay.

- - -

“You sure I can't drive you home?”

Jamie's boyfriend is tall and intimidating, but his voice is soft as he speaks to Jesse.

“Naw. I only live five minutes 'way, I'd be wastin' yer gas.” Jesse waves him off, plopping his hat back on his head, “'Sides, it's one hell of a night. I wouldn' wanna miss this for the world.”

Jesse sees Hana and Lucio's car pulls out of the parking lot and Jamie is dozing in Mako's passenger side seat.

Mako nods and then Jesse's alone once more.

- - -

On the walk home he pays Pearl Jam and walks around his neighborhood until all the lights in his apartment die down.

- - -

The one thing they never tell you about a breakup is that it's really no different them coping with the death of a loved one.

It's the death of a relationship. The death of something you grew and cultivated for a significant amount of time – of course you would need to grieve.

And just like grief, you don't just go through each step in a row. Occasionally, you go back and forth, ping ponging as your brain struggles to cope.

Jesse's finding himself in anger now – that bitch, that whore, after all he's done, all he's given up. He storms around his apartment and throws books off of shelves, grabs a bottle of whisky and slams it on the floor.

He curls on his couch and clutches his pillows as his dog slinks up to him, terrified, and licks his bare arm. In one motion, Jesse reaches out and grabs the pup up, burring his face into Soldier's fur.

It's one of those lines that play in his head over and over and over, until he can't take it anymore.

We can still be intimate.

Like that's all Jesse wanted in the first place. Like that's all he cared for when they were together. Like that was what Jesse wanted from Genji in the first place.

We can still be intimate.

The idea makes Jesse sick.

And moreso, it makes him angry.

Was that really all Genji saw in him? The entire time they dated, did he really think that's what Jesse cared about? Not about his family, not about his hopes and dreams, no, just his ass?

Jesse cries into Soldier, falls asleep with the dog licking his tear stained face.

And in the morning, he gets up slowly, opens his window to the sounds of the street, and cleans his apartment up as best he can.

#mcgenji #i'm keeping my line separators here bc i've noticed when i added a horizontal line in this theme it won't show up #gotta find a new theme i guess?#i wanted to post this so i could work on other fic #just gotta wipe a little dust off this blog brb #unedited drabbles

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