“Well, well. Look who we got here? Someone who likes to blow shit up, huh? Hehehe. I think I like you already.” @mother-of-spiders
@mother-of-spiders
"Damn right. But who're you? Ya look like a friend of mine if he dyed his fur," Cherri questioned, tossing and catching an unlit incendiary. There were a couple of other small things that set this stranger's appearance off from Angel's, but he did look eerily similar. He even sounded the same.
part 2 of My dearest cousin(s), a.k.a. finrod FUCKS
Laurefindil enjoys his last night of anonymity before being officially introduced to his Noldorin cousins and their court.
Back to Middle-earth Month | 3/1/22
Fun with Fanon Bingo: Elf hair kink | G-93: Create a fanwork featuring an encounter between any two canonical characters that are not shown meeting in canon.
Rating: E | No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Finrod/Glorfindel
Characters: Glorfindel Findision, Finrod, Turgon, Finwë
Word count: 2.8k
“That’ll be $7.50 please” you say after scanning all the items. Your smile is returned with a scowl and it forces you to reel it in your smile a little. After the customer leaves you let out a sigh and massage the back of your neck revelling in how good it felt.
“You ok Y/N” your supervisor asks as he makes his hourly rounds. You shoot him a thumbs up and a bright smile.
“Keep up that attitude and you’ll get to be employee of the month again” he chuckles as he leans against your counter marking off some thing on his clipboard. Jesse wasn’t much older than you but unlike you this was his full time job. You were temping there to earn some extra income as you completed your doctoral thesis. The job paid peanuts but it was something to do to take your mind off your writing. Plus the small staff at the hardware store were all nice to you and immediately accepted you as one of them even though you had only just started 2 months ago.
“I’m trying Jesse but some of the customers here are so glum” you answer him a playful pout on your face.
“Yea well…it’s not all bad, Y/N” he smiles sympathetically, “don’t let it get to you like it has Jonah” he points his pen in the direction of the other checkout attendant.
Jonah was fine on a personal level. He was friendly and funny and had a killer smile. But whenever he was behind the counter his demeanour was replaced with cold professionalism. It was like watching Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. When you asked him about it he said that he got tired of smiling at people who never smiled back.
“Ay Y/N cover for me I need to pee” Jonah whisper shouts as he jumps on the spot squeezing his knees together.
You shoot him a quick nod and a toothy grin as you wave a customer towards you.
“Hi there” you say starting to scan the items on the conveyor belt.
Mallet, machete, duck tape, rope, bandages, wrench, camping gear you mentally make a note of the things you’re scanning.
“Will that be….” you look up and somehow lose the ability to speak.
“…all?” the beautiful stranger completes your sentence for you, “yes that’s it” she says a smile on her face.
You’re still staring.
She removes her sunglasses.
You’re still staring.
She cocks her head to one side.
“Sorry” you blink a few times, “will that be all?”
“You’ve already asked me that” she laughs.
“Oh shit!” you cheeks burn red, “I mean sorry…shit…sorry…I shouldn’t say…”
She chuckles again, “that’s ok, you’re fine” she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “you’re fine” she winks at you, “how much do I owe you” she says fishing out a black credit card.
“Umm th-that’ll be $67.80 please” you stutter taking the card she holds out to you.
And if you thought you couldn’t embarrass yourself anymore in front of this gorgeous woman you stick the credit card the wrong way into the card reader. Glancing up at her and smiling sheepishly you whisper a sorry before pulling it out and reinserting it the right way in. All the while she’s watching you with a smirk on her face.
When the transaction is complete you hand her back the card and note that her fingers brush yours as she takes it back. The touch sends a jolt through you causing you to shudder a little.
“Thank you…” she leans in to read your nametag, “…Y/N”
“Thank you Ms. Romanoff” you manage to give her a 100 watt smile before watching her saunter off.
“WAS THAT THE BLACK WIDOW?” Jesse rushes towards you his hands still wet from the bathroom visit.
“Yea” you sigh a silly look on your face, “I think I’m in love” you sink back onto your stool.
“Dammit why did I have to go and pee just then!” he moans aloud walking back to his station and you laugh at him.
“Well if you’ve got bladder control problems then urine trouble” you add using finger guns to punctuate the punchline.
