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There was nothing new, never will be ever new at this point. Another late shift and you have accepted how repetitive your nightly routine will be. The cold ambience and crippling boredom now feels like a pat on the back, weirdly comforting you that there still is life inside the dying state of your workplace.

You didn't mind, there was nothing much going on with yourself anyways. An attempt to survive is bare minimum, or you just grew to think it was. Living in a world that seemed drained from colors, it's far from something big. It's just what you needed to do.

The night was slow–not surprising at all. A few customers here and there means putting less effort behind the counter. You're too tired to fake smiles all night and bare with their tedious way of conversing. Again, everything feels like a simulation. Like that dumb ouroboros snake. That symbol felt meaningless to you when you first saw it on those vandalized walls behind mad dogs. Peeking from the reeking garbage bags and where most teens waste away their days. But now it's like your whole life painted and exposed on the wall, ironically where half of your misery is coming from. How fun.

Thinking less of it–for your sake– you occupied yourself with some pen and paper from under the counter, scribbling and doodling whatever your eye manages to catch was enough entertainment. Even though the paper was already filled with Lane's idiotic notes. You couldn't even blame him. The job eats your energy just from the second you stand behind the register, how else would it be for him? You shake your head, a small giggle escapes you while scheming through his ugly handwriting. There's no one sane enough to predict and read that boy's mind. It's infuriating, it's funny.

But right, Lane, where the fuck is he?

And so, with what's entirely in your life, Lane now included, whether you like it or not–

“Yo Fuck this shit–”

Okay. that answers. You see him now–well heard if it weren't for his messy black hair waving through the aisles. Steps heavy, voice irritated, and when he finally reached your vision. There's a pout on his lips. How childish.

“Does the boss only know second hand items?? I was begging, yes fucking begging, for a speaker so I could function normally here and he gave me this junk!”

You rolled your eyes. That's the typical him. Dramatic. He's so noisy, always running his mouth in never ending bullshit. Tolerance is barely enough to address how your relationship goes with your coworker.

Behind the counter, you acknowledged him. Voice all Lazy and used to it. “With or without a speaker, you'd function the same, Lane”

“Yeah, but like, more function-y, you know what I mean babe.” He grumbled, his brows furrowing while holding and shaking the ‘junk’ he begged Rj for. You held the smile forming on your lips. When you remembered. Seeing him so..determined for something feels different. He once threw the sticker gun at you when it apparently ‘didn't work anymore’. When you pick it up, confusion swarms you. It was working just fine yesterday. You examined it quickly, ready to write a complaint when you see–

It doesn't even have a sticker roll loaded in it. Asshole. And when you were about to scold him? He was there smirking, body disappearing to the stock room.

“It doesn't work! It keeps playing broken noises. I swear, If I knew it'd be like this, I should've just gone and talked to you.” He whined, snapping you from the memory.

“So I'm broken now?” you raise your brow, questioning him. “Never said that.” Lane replied, purposefully grinning wide to get a reaction off of you. He strides closer to you now. The speaker long forgotten as he placed it on the counter separating you two. At this point you'd rather have a pestering customer than face this manchild.

“Y’know baby,” You know that look. “If this won't entertain me, maybe you could.” Lane teases, eyebrows wiggling, he always seems so excited to mess with you. He never passes though, he's quick to take it back or you're fast to dismiss it. You never dared to play along with his–not so subtle–advances.

There's no denying he's attractive and a few women you knew would probably sell their lives just to be in your place. Sometimes when the tiredness from the shift gets into you. Or when the light feels cold and it reflects to his piercings, you look at him and lane being lane, it almost could make you say ‘fuck it’

“Why would I? You just said I'm trash.” you sigh while leaning away. Maybe this is the time you'd commit to it. Probably. If life gives you signs. The shop’s a lost-cost. And he's right there. That’s probably your sign. Fuck forced proximity.

“Again, never said anything about you being trash. And ‘why would I’?” he emphasizes, his own gaze searching yours forcefully. “Baby are you finally seeing what kind of shit you're missing out on?” Lane’s twirling the pen you just had, eyes never leaving your face. He's so persistent with making you react. Whether a twitch from being annoyed at his presence or a snarky remark to just get back at whatever he said. He thrives for it. “So what's your verdict? We’re both bored, we all have ourselves here. The storage room needs warming up too.”

You stared at him back and then to the empty aisles. Him once again. The broken flickering light outside. Lane. and then the back storage room.

“What if I say yes?”

His eyes widen for a moment. A bit taken back for the sudden boldness but it disappears into his usual boyish grin. “Oh, princess, I'll show you a whole new dimension.” Lane says with a wink and an intention to piss you off but it's clearly tempting you. The stupid smirk covering half of his face now. But the both of you knew it's no harm, just playful bantering to keep the spirits up. He was right–for once–its just you two that could entertain each other so what will happen if..

“Yeah? Show me then.”

His smirk falters, the tips of his ears reddened. You sounded so serious. He quickly removed himself from where he was leaning over, eyes wandering somewhere else. “You’re weird as fuck dude.” Now it was your turn to smirk and push yourself, just like what he was doing. You tilt your head at him and shrug "You're all talk, so who’s weirder?”

You can't miss the glint in his eyes and you scoff at it. Yeah, he was considering it too. So stubborn. “Eyes are up here, boy. At this point, they'll grow their own set of eyes.”

Lane actually laughed at that. The grin came back and he bent down once again close enough for your noses to almost touch. “Yeah? Then expect me to stare more.”

If you weren't bored and were feeling normal like any other day, a frozen beer bottle would've been nursing his cheek by now from your slap. But it isn't any other day.

“Stop objectifying me and maybe you can hit.”

“Baby, I’m not objectifying, I'm observing”

“Same shit from you.”

He smirked “You’re so uptight. I know you love it.”

Before you could even respond he dismissed himself seemingly pleased. Stupid lane. You sometimes wish you could be like him, carefree and careless on the job. But you had better things to do than slack off. The clock ticks. Nights still young, meaning more Lane bothering you while he laughs his ass off.

–

A few more hours and this hellish shift would be over. Lanes nowhere to be seen. Probably on his phone using the whole shift as his breaktime and you're here in the store acting like a guard dog. You dropped your head onto the counter and saw the sticky note full of Rj’s tasks. They were long finished by you. Or you thought it was. The faint writing bulging from the other side caught your attention. Flipping the paper you see the bold letters: “restock the condoms!!”

The fuck?

Now you've thought of it, it was for Lane. His job. And of course he did not do it. And he won’t plan to unless you do it for him. Curse his lazy ass.

Before you surrender. Trying won't be bad. You stood up from the stool and called loud enough for your coworker to hear.

“Lane!” a second. No answer. “Lane, come here!”

The stock room swings open. You could already hear his complaints walking faster than him as he drags himself out of the room. His attention is focused on whatever's playing on his phone. “Can you even do anything without me?” he says, not lifting his head to look at you. He just stood there busy with his device and it makes you roll your eyes.

“Yes Lane, I'm so weak I wish I could restock condoms because you couldn’t do it yourself.” He knew your sarcasm. You’re also aware it barely does anything to him. But then–

“What?” that piqued him. Oh so he can actually listen the first time. Taking the chance. “Go restock them” you order. Voice stern.

“Why?” Lane said flatly just to irk you. “Lane. Just do it.”

“Why can't you?”

You didn't even have to check. He definitely has that stupid smirk on his face. As you were about to snap back at him he shrugs “Fine.” His voice dripping into something immature. As if restocking that shit takes half of his life.

Not even a beat. He turns to his feet. “Or–”

“No, lane.”

He stopped. “Baby can read minds now? You don't even know what I was planning to say.” He faked being hurt. Hand on his chest clutching the apron “Then what?” It's starting to annoy you now. That’s basically his talent. And you know He's never ever going to stop.

“Or,” he pretends to think. “–or we could just use all of it so I wouldn't have to restock.”

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“Loud and clear.”

“Fine.”

He blinks. You blink. “You’re for real?”

–

"Snagged one before I actually restock." Lane announced, a victorious grin forming across his face, hands already fumbling to unlock the door. He couldn’t believe what the fuck happened but who was he to complain? Any minute now he'd have you under him. He feels giddy like a kid getting rainbow lollipops. Hands antsy with excitement.

And you? You don't even know how he managed to woo you up to this stage. did the shift bore you two so bad–specially you–to the point he's hauling you inside the storage room for a quick fuck?

"Condoms are the only ones we keep restocking anyways and you can't even do it." You watch him as he's paced around the cramped room and gathering old boxes as a makeshift bed. Feeling deja vu from the ‘date’ you had. The room suddenly feels all hot and sticky. The moist sticking on your skin.

"Well, yeah? Buncha horny people out here. Only cares about fucking. They're pussies though. What's so bad about knocking someone up?" he mutters the last line, unaware of you picking it up. There he goes again. His sudden change of behavior too, a while ago he was skeptical. You never have done this. Agreeing on playing his game.

"Says you." With a roll of your eyes, you strut in front of him. "That’s the best you can do?" Kicking the mess he thinks could protect the both of you from the gross mess on the floor.

"Babe, do you see anything remarkably useful here? Besides me, obviously, who does everything for you. You cannot be complaining shit.” He returns with a mocking roll of his eyes. "Besides you don't even have to lie down, you look good on top of me." He winked.

"You don't even help me around and you're labeling yourself useful?" You raised a brow which he smirks at "Look at my boner and say I’m not."

You scoff. The urge to his him is high and he just grinned, you knew he won and you wouldn't let him know but the sparkle in his eyes says otherwise

"We're really going to do it here?" the casualty in your voice made him chuckle "Fuck yes? I’m too horny to care and I know you are too so get on it." He says as if this was normal. Completely not weird for two–horny–employees to ditch their shift and talk like middle schoolers scheduling their hug outside the field.

He's just an idiot.

"Fuck it." you sigh. How many times have you said that? Finally closing the door and that made Lane smirk. "Oh, you're dirty. Not locking it baby? Not scared of anyone walking in on us being completely inappropriate?" He teases while waiting for you to get closer.

"You’re insufferable. This is a pity fuck." Assuring him playfully while finally closing gaps and letting yourself be chest to chest with him.

He huffs a laugh and runs his hand through his hair "You must pity me a lot then." Lane’s voice lowers as he dips his head on your neck, lips hoovering the skin like he's checking the waters. He's rubbing your arms and you felt weirdly warm.

"Weirdo."

"I’m about to give you dick and you’re calling me a weirdo? Women these days." You giggle. He's funny sometimes. Funny enough for you to let him get in your pants.

He flashes another smirk, ready to throw another dim witted remark that's going to ruin the moment, but you knew better. You loop a finger around his belt loop while the other wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him in and letting your lips crash into his.

“You never shut up don't you?” You mutter against his mouth and an almost pathetic sound leaves him. “Don’t get smart with me, Lane.” Your lips left him and his breathing got heavier. His body went stiff like he lost the ability to function. You kissed his neck next, pulling the collar of his uniform down. You reached behind, pulling the tie off of his apron and briefly pulling away just to slip it off his head and letting it fall down.

“Baby–” he gasps but you shush him with another kiss. Proud that the usual Lane couldn't come out. He's now reduced to some puppy who can't bark.

“Yo, slow down.” Lane's voice was shaking. Everything feels intense and overwhelming for him now. He seriously prays you don't catch up to it. He was joking–thats what he thinks–about having fun with you all the time. He never expected you to actually have your way with him. But shit, he could die now. Seeing you as flushed as he is inside the stock room, making out nastily with him was enough to make his boner hard as fuck. He could feel all his blood draining downwards. It hurts.

“You want to stop now?” You taunt, your hands running over the buttons of his shirt. “N-not like that.” He quickly answers. “Yeah?” You eye him, searching for a hint to stop. Finding none, with him staring at you, you let your own hands untie the apron you’re wearing. It slips off to expose the uniform underneath. Slow and deliberate. You could see him swallow. Watching every move. His hand twitched. A sudden grunt cuts through the silence. “I’m so fucking hard. We’re not stopping until we’re both limp.”

And with that he grabbed you by the waist and switched your positions. Lane pushed you onto the wall and swiftly placed his mouth back on top of yours. You gasped with the sudden force. You can never predict his actions. He switches up so instantly.

He’s working his mouth in every part of you. Biting and sucking until red blooms on your skin. Your hands worked on your clothes, taking the buttons off messily until you’re only standing in your panties. “Knew it, you’re the thong type.” That pushed Lane to do the same. “You’re gross.” You look away. His comment felt different now because you’re actually present to him, and practically naked. His hands went to unbuckle his belt and pants, just enough to get his dick out.

The both of you felt like horny teenagers. Clawing and almost eating each other's face off. “Fuck–” he says, hands grabbing your tits and groping them. “Finally. Y’know I’ve been curious about your cup size since the first day.” He smiles, like he just dropped something so important. “Pervert.” He just nods, ignoring a fact.

“What about your luxury bed?” You ask sarcastically while taking in the view. Lane’s unreal. Hair all messed up from how much you were grabbing it. He’s so red, sweat forming on his forehead, it’s cute. “Fuck the bed, turn around.” You slapped his arm and he yelped, yet made no efforts to disagree. “What a gentleman, Lane.” He chuckles behind you. “Thanks. Was born with it.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He held your hips, grinding his cock on your ass. “Look what do to me. You’re so evil, baby.” You held onto the nearest shelf in front of you. You were used to him flaunting how huge he is but hell, he wasn’t kidding. It felt so heavy against your back. He kept rubbing, dry humping you. You’re panting now, your wetness soaking the fabrics separating the both of you. On instinct, you grinded back, until something hard–metal-like–nudged your sensitive clit through the cotton.

“Wait–”

“Why?” He asks, voice laced with some concern. As you were about to speak, he read through you. “The fun part, babe, you’ll see.” You were lost, unaware of what he was saying until it clicked. Right. Fuck. He’s pierced there too. You were about to lose your goddamn mind.

In a heartbeat, Lane’s got your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing softly on your clit and then dipping lower to prod in your hole. “You’re so wet.” You heard him grunt. You can’t bring yourself to throw a response. A ragged breath was all you could muster up.

“Dumb already? I’m not even in yet.”

“Fuck you, Lane.”

“There she is, all mean, I’m so turned on.” He says while slipping a finger in. You let out a quiet whimper. He was going so painfully slow. “Lane, just get on with it.” You winced, hips bucking against him. A gasp left you, another finger joining in and fingering you with a pace faster than before. “Patience.” He says while kissing your shoulder.

The frustration was replaced with pleasure. You were moaning loud, the warm feeling on your stomach was about to break. Your knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding on. “So close, f-fuck–” Your legs buckle, but he laughs behind you. “Don’t think so.”

“You asshole–!” You cried. “Aww, just wait, yeah?” The irritation came back. You’re throbbing from the loss of contact. Pussy clenching around nothing. You hear Lane shuffling, completely out of your vision. “Can this shut you up?” Something slides between your legs which you looked down on. And, fuck, you saw it, glinting under the dim light. His cock was huge and covered with the condom he stole. You just hope Rj doesn’t do the inventory.

You gulped and looked back at him. “Worried it won’t fit? Don’t worry baby.” You decided not to bite back and just let him win. Even in tjis moment, his arrogance never fails to interfere. There’s no point in arguing in this situation. The sensation on your cunt is more important than proving yourself to his mocking remarks. You really need that cock badly.

“Please, just put it in– Fuck, don’t tease.”

His signature smirk made a presence. "Wasn't planning to. I know you need it so badly.” He drags out. You felt it as he finally started pushing in. He’s trying so hard to keep in the noises threatening to fall from his mouth. A choked groan managed to slip “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Moans kept pouring out of you, your legs nearly gone and gave up. Lane kept you in check, holding onto your hips, waist, everywhere. His thrust never slowed down. The piercing continued to bump on the spot that’s making you more sensitive and twitchy in his arms.

“Lane– Fuck!”

“Shit– I’m going to cum so much, baby.” He moans and suddenly pulls you up. The change of angles had you whining. Lane watches you, how your face contorts into pleasure. You look so much better than the cheap porn he watches. His hands never left your body, groping whatever he could hold. And with a final thrust he hugs you close while whimpering in your ear. Hips stuttering as he came.The intensity triggered yours, and with a final call of his name, you soaked his cock.

–

“I’d definitely jack off to this later, holy shit.”

You slapped him before even regaining the strength to carry yourself up. “That’s what you say after getting your dick wet?”

“You’re too hot, what can I do?” He grins, slipping out of you. Lane eyes the mess you both made between your legs and whistles. “Perv.” When you finally face him, he smiles at you. It was warm, different from how he usually does. Lane’s eyes hold something intimate. You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He lets you, his hold now feels softer. Lane. He can be sweet sometimes.

“There’s so much more condom inside the box.”

Or so you thought.

“You’re serious about that?”

“Yeah, when did I lie?” Lane’s still holding your hip, drawing circles

You lift your hand, about to smack him when a voice calls from the outside. It was muffled.

“USELESS ASS WORKERS– AM I SUPPOSED TO CHECK THIS MYSELF??”

Yeah. One customer is not a lost.

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Glorfindel: "So, you saw a Balrog in Moria. How exciting! What did you do?"

Legolas: "... I freaked out and dropped my bow."

We're laughing, but can you imagine how unfunny that must have been for Legolas? They get to Moria, Balrog shows up, and all sense leaves his mind because this is a monster from his childhood spooky stories, it's a demon that has killed many a valiant Elf of the ancient past - and Legolas is so scared out of his wits that all he can do is scream in terror, and the weapon he does have just falls unheeded to the ground. (I mean, a competent Mirkwood Elf has got to be super scared to drop his bow!)

But in the panic and confusion, Gandalf tells everyone to run, and they do, and Gandalf is lost. And when things settle down, can you imagine how horrified and guilty Legolas must have felt? Balrogs have been slain by Elves before! Why didn't he do anything? Why did he lost his wits and not stand his ground to challenge it like Glorfindel and other heroes of old? Maybe he could have saved Gandalf, if only his first instinct hadn't been to freak out! If only he were braver, if only he were stronger, more noble . . . . Was he so scared of dying that he actually let himself scramble out of there with a couple Men, some Halflings, and a Dwarf??

I can only imagine that he must have carried a good deal of guilt and self doubt after that. Soon after Moria, he had to face Galadriel and Celeborn when they asked, "Where is Gandalf?" These two were ancient Elves who had lived in the days when their kind had slain Balrogs. Their peers were the very heroes who did those great deeds. I can imagine Legolas must have been standing there sweating under Galadriel's piercing gaze and thinking, "Don't ask questions, don't ask questions, don't ask questions!!" I mean, can you imagine having *Galadriel* disappointed in you??

Perhaps his own personal burden is part of why he said he wouldn't talk much about what happened yet, because the grief was too near. Maybe for him it was more than just grief. If he wanted to, I'd say he had every right to gloat about shooting a Nazgul, especially if he ever interacted with Glorfindel after everything was said and done. "No, I didn't kill the Balrog in Moria, but I shot down a fell beast out of the air, and that's something *you've* never done!"

To be clear, I hold zero blame against Legolas for how he acted. I would totally have done the same. Actually, my spirit probably would've departed my body and fled to the Halls of Mandos right on the spot. Our Mirkwood Prince is still a hero regardless of whether he killed a Balrog or not. But once I thought about the psychological and emotional impact the Moria incident must've had on him, I could not unthink about it.

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