#you’ll notice such words are virtually almost nonexistent in my writings

[phoenixtakaramono]

2, 12, 26

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Re: Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the Ask, anon! So sorry it’s taken awhile to respond but finally I’m on a brief break from writing so I can finally answer this! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♡

I do have to give everyone a warning. After Question 2, I do get a bit nitpicky and kinda specific of what I personally do not like. Please don’t take offense, luvs. <3

2) Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

I had to lol a bit looking at them. So disregarding the Fanart and Illustrations tags (I usually make a cover art for my long fics), what we’re looking at are:

Developing Relationship: You’re talking to a slowburn romance writer. By nature, I am also very much demisexual irl. And I am an avid consumer of light novels and danmei where 100-300 chapters in, they finally hold hands or kiss, and I have to scream into a pillow and kick my feet in delight upon reading it (the number is an exaggerated hyberbole, haha, but you get the gist). It’s the developing relationship that makes the experience special imo so I like to spend more time and effort showing how these characters can come to fall in love with each other in my own works.

Possessive Behavior: So, irl, I would hate this. Dear lord, I would run for the hills if a man showed an ounce of possessiveness and has essentially revolved their life around me to a disturbing degree (it’s not cute being love-bombed and isolated from friends and family, etc). But since this is fictional and the love interests tend to be canonical d*ckheads whereby possessiveness is very much in-character for them, and especially if it’s for a dark fic, I will serve you psychotic yanderes or clingy, obsessive Male Leads who love only the Main Character and would end the world just for them. I am so used to wholesome healthy cookie-cutter relationships irl, so I like to explore the opposite in fiction.

S*xual Tension: Same as the developing relationship. I mean, yes, I can write the NS/FWs and can churn them out with a straight face, but it’s usually not the focus of my works. It’s the s*xual tension where it’s at. I wanna see chemistry. I wanna see it sizzle. I want to see them pine. When I write a romance, I want to make it clear from the start how well-matched these two characters are for each other and, why, yes, you should continue to read my super ultra long fic if you want to see how I will make them kiss and make love to each other.

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence: Alright, this one is especially indicative of my writing habits and the stories I tend to write, aka Post-Canon AUs. It’s very much What-If scenarios that keep me up at night and inspire me to write what you read. I don’t think there exists a fic of mine which is not either an AU or an AU - Canon Divergence. For me, after I finish a source material, usually I want to see a continuation of the same characters—with their core essence and personality kept as true as possible. And that is also indicative of what I write. What I like to read myself extends to what I like to write.

Fluff: I like fluff as much as the next person, but I like it when it’s earned. When that coldhearted Love Interest who’s grown embittered gradually warms up to the Main Character and entwines their fingers to slowly bring their hands up to their face to softly plant a kiss to the back of their hand, or the Main Character who’s grown to be besotted with the Love Interest and nuzzles their face into their chest as their arms wrap around them, sharing body heat as their bodies spoon up against each other—you see what I mean? It hits better when it’s earned (when you see their journey). Since my fics tend to be long, I also like to inform my readers that, yes, there will be fluff in the story. They’re coming.

Character Study: I do use a lot of my fics as an opportunity to do a character study on some characters that fascinate me, whether it be a character introspection or their POV, etc. Some fics are more obvious think-pieces and character explorations disguised as stories. It’s exploring my love for a character, seeing what makes them tick, and condensing their essence down to mere words on a page.

Canon-Typical Violence: I’m a detail-oriented writer. 99% of the time, what I write is on the graphic end. I go lush with the sensory details and descriptions. And for the source materials with canon-typical violence, I feel obligated to include violent scenes in my own works so it feels like you’re reading an extension of the universe. I also tend to put this warning up just in case, just so readers have been forewarned.

The last tag is pretty self-explanatory I think, considering the fics I write are 🔞 queer literature between two consenting adult fictional men, haha. Nuff said.

12) Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

So, funny thing about me and my love-hate relationship with tropes…. In the spirit of honesty, this is a bit of a landmine to navigate for me, haha. I’d answered an Ask about this (if you do read it, skip down to the Contrarian Tendencies section), as why I tend to develop an aversion to tropes and clichés that’s affected not only what I consume as a reader but also affect the content I write. So if my brain happens to identify a pattern of tropes or clichés or popularly used words or even popular fanon nicknames for characters, I will instinctively dislike the fad 90% of the time on sight and I will go outta my way to avoid any fics/ stories/ shows/ manga/ manhua/ manhwa that even mention them—unless the creator is intentionally satirizing a classic cliché or reinvents the wheel to breathe new life into a tired trope. As an analogy, think of how fatigued some of us have become of the generic superhero movies being pumped out via DCU and MCU—and then think of how The Boys (TV) is like a breath of fresh air. It’s the execution and originality for me. I like it when there’s a clear attempt on the writer’s part to be unconventional. I love trope subversions and deconstructions. That’s kinda how my brain operates with tropes. I can’t exactly explain why my instinctive aversion to fads exists for me. It’s probably the predictability/ unoriginality and sensing a popular fad that kills it for me. It might be because as much as I am a bibliophile (person who loves reading books), I only have a limited amount of free time and don’t like to spend it on something that’s completely unoriginal with the usual tropes that come with the premise/ genre which comes across like beating a dead horse with a stick to me, and it shows me that the writer has put little to no effort into trying to come up with something new. So unless it’s intentional or satire, it’s pretty much become a compulsion for me to dislike clichés, fads, and generic cookie-cutter writing on sight.

This is just me though! It’s not a measure of what I think a writer’s skill or creativity is! I’m just an eccentric contrarian with hipster tendencies, haha. I just typically don’t like following trends in writing, and prefer to pave my own path to do my own thing. This aversion is similar to how I am as a writer. As an example on the smaller level, while not a trope, sometimes in fandoms I see a character affectionately being given non-canonical nicknames. For me…if I see it, chances are I will likely just drop the fic I’ve been reading, no matter how well-written it is and how amazing the plot and characterizations are. If I think a nickname has overstayed its welcome, I have reached a point where I won’t even come ten feet of it in my own stories. When it has reached that level of nausea for me, I have essentially developed an allergy to the nickname—that if I see it in any other franchise I have yet to check out but know that name exists for a character, I will avoid that other fandom like a plague just so there’s no cross-contamination of my writing or reading material. (So I’m not gonna name names because I don’t want writers to think I’m calling anyone out—because this aversion is only specific to me and is not a metric of the true quality of a writer’s work—but as a general example, it’s one of the reasons why I don’t like “Johnny” being used for a certain character in The Boys that have shown up a handful of times across various authors’ works already—because my brain associates that with another well-known character from CoD (🧼) who coincidentally shares the same first name (John) who also canonically has a certain nickname they’re known by (Johnny)—and what a funny coincidence that it’s the same as their nickname for a character I’m reading about in this different fandom. It could be very well that it’s cute so that’s maybe why some writers use it (which, I have to say this: don’t let me stop you; it’s your fic so do whatever you want; I encourage you to continue so in fact; this is just me being nitpicky to a fault) but there are writers I know who are in the CoD franchise as well as The Boys. So I just cannot remove the association my brain has made and that’s personally why it’s not my cuppa tea.)

“A-Yuan” is a good example, for the character Shen Yuan from SVSSS, where I saw it everywhere in the fics I read, disliked the fad because my brain strongly associated “A-Yuan” with a character from MXTX’s other work, MDZS, so it was incredibly jarring to me on principle, but over the years—and especially engagement with my cute readers—it has grown on me. A-Yuan though is probably the one exception I’ve made so far where I will read works with that fanon nickname while also include it in my own work myself. No other fanon character nicknames for other fandoms so far have pierced through the barrier of my initial dislike to the other side. If you ask me for reasons of how this manifests for me, it can differ. 1) It’s too cutesy and can be immersion-breaking if it’s not done right or if it’s out-of-character (especially if no one would call them that in the source material). Or 2) the nickname reminds me of another character from a different franchise, which makes me feel like I’m reading about an entirely different character from that franchise than the character I want to be reading about. Or 3) it makes me feel like I’m reading about a writer’s Original Character and not the actual character I’d wanted to read about so I feel like I’ve been misled by unintentional false advertisement. Other examples are (in no particular order of which fandoms they come from): Hanni, Dray/ Drake, Johnny, Tommy, Sesshy, Sev, Jimmy, BeiBei…I could go on but I already feel my soul has shriveled just mentioning these. In my opinion, just a made-up fanon nickname or petname being mentioned once or twice or a handful of times is okay, or if it’s said mockingly or if it’s like an earned thing to show relationship growth, but dear lord if that cutesy nickname has replaced the actual character’s first name for, like, 90% of a fic and has become their go-to. This also applies for Original Works. If I have to read a character calling someone by something corny like “Little One,” “Goddess,” “little lamb,” “cub,” or “kitten” for the 3,000th time in the same work and it’s not the writer trying to be ironic or funny, I will take a fork to my eyes.

As for actual disliked tropes that have grown on me…gosh, there are none. None, zilch, nada. It’s either A) I dislike it wholeheartedly and will go out of my way to avoid my pet peeves, or B) I like something and will continue to read 100 iterations of it because everyone does it differently so it’s refreshing to see everyone’s different take (I will read any dark fics revolving around a villain or antihero or hero-turned-ruthless with a scheming mind and twisted motives; I eat that up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and will love it till I’m in my 90s or buried in my grave). There’s no coming back once I’ve become fatigued by something. And if I have come to dislike something, I will loathe it with every fiber of my being and nothing can convince me otherwise once I have put it on my Do Not Like list. We’re talking about tropes I find insufferable like unnecessary miscommunication/ misunderstandings leading to a fall-out/ unnecessary poor communication leading to unnecessary drama, fake-out deaths (if not done right), love triangles (if not done right), damsel in distress (if not done right), unnecessary and undeserved character assassination character bashing to make way for a ship, etc. Now can there be exceptions to this? Yes. God, yes, they exist. But these are the tropes I rarely see executed well. And if it’s not executed well, it grinds everything to a screeching halt for me and I notice its existence even more. I will however make a strong attempt to persevere and patiently read on despite so in hopes that it gets better to see what the hullabaloo is all about, but even I have my limits for how long I can keep holding on.

26) Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

First of all, why? Hahaha. Secondly, I guess I’m going to be nitpicky here as well. So unless it’s a satirical fic where there’s only one character (lmao, y’all recall that infamous Groot masterpiece?), I would rather write a fic that had no dialogue because at least I can differentiate everyone’s introspection and thoughts, interspersed with descriptions and other storytelling elements. Maybe instead of dialogue, they communicate via telepathy or body language. I’dunno, but it’s certainly more flexible. It’s just a small pet peeve of mine where I read a story where there’s a large chunk of dialogue—but I have absolutely no clue who’s speaking. It’s frustrating. And is a surefire way to break my reader immersion and take me outta the story.

[xxbyimm]

Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 14

For all other chapters, click the number: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Chapter 14

Summary: Enya receives some special attention from a certain dwarf king…

Warning: NSFW! Also this chapter is, eh- kinda smutty in the end. This is my first try writing smut (in English), so please if you have suggestions: tell me!

Enya found herself back sitting at the base of the tree. She let out a long, deep sigh. Well, this little adventure told her what she already secretly knew. He wanted her. Badly. Dolvira’s words lingered in the back of her mind. ‘It isn’t love he has for you… It’s just lust!’

But was it just lust?

Enya closed her eyes and let her head rest against the tree. Of course it had to be lust. What had she been thinking? There were thirteen MALE dwarves in the company and she had been (until recently that creepy Dolvira snuck her way in) the only female. The testosterone hung heavily in the air… The deprivation of brothels or some solo sexy time should crack every single member of the company up and it made sense that any provocative behavior could set them off. So, when her stupid mind chose to behave like the way she did, wasn’t it fucking logical that Thorins’ mind became overcome with lust? Any man would lose it, so why wouldn’t he be affected as well? What made her so special that he would want to make her his? Why would he even want her to be the one? Maybe she was only worth a quick bang. Like the girls in the whorehouses. ‘And they get money as a reward for their services.’ Her mind told her. ‘You’ll be rewarded with a broken heart and a shattered self-esteem, if you continue going down this road. You’re always fall for the bad guys, and you know it.’ Enya swallowed and tried not to cry. She put her hair up in a ponytail and growled. God, she had a hell of a day. Defying Thorins’ orders and facing Beorn on her own. Fighting Dolvira. Oh, and what about a furious dwarf king that wanted to teach her a lesson by kissing her like there was no tomorrow? Enya closed her eyes. Maybe she was right about leaving. Maybe she should do that after all. Right now it seemed the best option. It would at least release her from the physical tension she had to cope with. Thorin would be able to focus on the quest again and Enya could practice her skills more often. She still didn’t control the subtle forces, and that fact annoyed her. But leaving now would mean that she had to forget about him. Not being able to protect him when needed. And that, lovesick as she was, was impossible. Being away from Thorin felt like… Not being able to breathe. Besides, it was the one thing Thorin forbid her to do. Enya chuckled. No, one of MANY things he forbid her. If she dared to cross him on this order, she could imagine he would hunt her down until the end of days.

But if she stayed… She knew she wanted Thorin too much to stop provoking him. Her self-control was simply nonexistent when he was around. Her body wanted him so much it would make her lose her manners over and over again. Enya whimpered. She needed him to give in. If he wouldn’t, the consequences were going to be disastrous for her heart. And they would be too if he did anyway. ‘There is nothing you can do about it.’ Her mind muttered. ‘I mean, how can this end well for you? Even if he does give in, it isn’t like he is going to make you his queen. Why would he do that? You know nothing.’ Enya clenched her teeth. Her mind was painstakingly right. She virtually knew nothing of dwarf laws or morals. Or the secret social norms. As a queen she would only embarrass him. No, she was a pretty distraction while they were on the road. Nothing less, nothing more.

So, her choices were either let Thorin break her heart by denying her, let Thorin break her heart after an amazing hookup, or breaking her heart herself. Enya had to confess that an hookup sounded the most appealing. At least she would get it her way (even briefly) if he decided to bury himself inside of her. Her desire didn’t care about the state of her heart. It needed to blow off some steam so god damn badly and her abdomen twitched at the thought of Thorins’ hard cock inside of her… Enya sighed and got up on her feet. She really needed to stop thinking about Thorin. And his tool. Being alone in the woods only fueled her imagination. Enya slowly walked up to the house. Maybe the other dwarves could distract her from their sexy leader.

‘Miss Enya!’ Bofur said as Enya closed the door of the house behind her. ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I needed some fresh air.’ She answered. Thorin sat at the large oaken table and eyed her in a way that made her body quiver with desire. He knew exactly why she stayed outside.

Her inner goddess stuck out her tongue and scowled at him: ‘Yes! I desperately needed some air after encountering YOU, FRUSTRATING DWARF KING!’

Enya bit her lip. Her mind was all over the place at the mere sight of him. It screamed that it knew a thousand ways to ease his ill-favored temper. And it all involved getting him butt naked… She deliberately ignored him (and her dirty mind, for that matter) and jumped on the empty chair next to Bofur. ‘Why is everyone so quiet tonight?’ she asked. ‘We’re all just a bit disordered, miss. That bear spooked us all.’ Bofur confessed to her. ‘We could’ve been devoured by that thing.’ Enya laughed. ‘That bear has a name. He didn’t hurt you guys and he is really nice, you know.’ All dwarves started muttering, as if they needed to debate about the truth of her allegations. ‘Oh come on ladies.’ Enya giggled. ‘You kill wargs all the time and they are almost as big as Beorn. What’s the problem?’ ‘Yes, we kill wargs.’ Dori stated. ‘But this bear is obviously under some dark kind of spell!’ ‘Nonsense.’ Gandalf interrupted. ‘Don’t be a fool. He is under no enchantment but his own.’ Kíli looked up to the wizard. ‘He won’t kill us, right Gandalf?’ ‘That is what miss Enya told me.’ Gandalf mused. ‘How many times do I have to tell this…’ Enya sighed. ‘He is a kind soul. He’d rather eats Azog for dinner.’ ‘Of course he is kind.’ Dolvira said sarcastically. ‘That is: if you are a fire witch, your name is miss Enya Blueheart AND you’re apparently able to reason with skin changers while they’re in their animal form.’ ‘BUT’ she continued. ‘If you’re not miss pretty face and do not possess these so-called skills, you will only see a terrifying large bear that is ready to devour you.’ ‘Do you still want your sword back?’ Enya purred. ‘I think it looks remarkably good on that tree.’ ‘Don’t try to convince us that thing is kind.’ Dolvira snapped. ‘We won’t buy it.’ Enya got out of her chair, ignoring Bofurs’ hand that tried to put her back down. ‘Don’t do it, miss.’ He warned. Enya knew he was right. The day had been long. She shouldn’t let Dolvira persuade her into a catfight again. ‘I’m outta here.’ She hissed and stormed outside. She sat down a wooden log and with her hands she massaged her forehead. She was startled by two young dwarf princes that went to sit on either side of her. ‘What.’ she groaned. ‘We’re keeping an eye on you, remember.’ Fíli teased. ‘And we noticed that you and uncle were together outside for a while.’ Kíli winked. ‘Care to tell us what happened?’ Fíli asked. ‘Can’t you two just go fuck yourself?’ Enya groaned. They gave each other a nasty look and laughed. ‘We could, but we prefer let a pretty lass do the work for us.’ Fíli replied. ‘Well don’t even dream about-’ Enya began, but she stopped when both of their faces frowned in shock. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Don’t tell me I managed to shock you two for the first time.’ ‘No. But we wouldn’t dare to touch you. Uncle will kill us if we try.’ Kíli told her. ‘It’s a shame.’ Fíli confessed. ‘You look like you’re in great need. Didn’t uncle give you anything tonight?’ Enya bit her lip. ‘You two have no shame!’ ‘Ah, he did do something, didn’t he?’ Kíli guessed. ‘No.’ Enya replied. ‘Your neck tells a different tale.’ Fíli pleaded. ‘Or do you like to bite yourself?’ Kíli grinned. Enya let out an offended cry. ‘YOU WHAT?’ ‘We’re just teasing you miss.’ Fíli laughed.

Enya thanked the gods when Dori, Nori and Ori came outside, followed by Bofur. ‘We’ll continue this conversation later…’ Fíli murmured. ‘We won’t!’ Enya snarled. ‘Miss…’ Bofur began as he sat down. ‘They are no fun inside. Let’s dance.’ ‘Yes!’ Ori complained. ‘And Dolvira is keeping an eagle eye on everyone and it’s creeping me out.’ ‘Even more than a large bear?’ Enya replied. ‘Or a REAL eagle?’ Ori shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I don’t like her. She’s…’ ‘Intimidating.’ Dori added. ‘I don’t understand why she is lingering with us.’ Enya knew all too well why the warrior woman still was here. She wasn’t going to share that reason… ‘Erebor is her home too.’ She said. ‘You all know I’m not overly fond of her, but I also think we cannot blame her for fighting for her home. ’ ‘Not overly fond?’ Kíli laughed. ‘I think you showed us today that you hate her with a burning passion, miss.’ Enya bit her lip. Yes. A burning passion it was. ‘Perhaps. She was crossing a line and I had to make my point.’ ‘She is not that bad.’ Bofur objected. ‘Under the tough appearance lies a brave and kind woman.’ ‘I’d rather encounter that dragon.’ Enya muttered and giggled when she saw Ori nodding his head furiously. ‘Does anyone know what’s up with her and Thorin?’ Nori asked. ‘I’ve never seen her with him in the blue mountains.’ ‘No, she was a fling before Smaug entered the game.’ Fíli said. ‘Balin told me they were betrothed for some time.’ ‘But he himself refuses to tell us what happened.’ Kíli added. ‘And believe us, we tried to pull the truth out.’

BETROTHED? Wow. This suddenly became a lot more complicated. Enya bit on her tongue. Don’t react. Don’t! ‘Don’t let those two rascals know how much you care!’ her mind muttered.

‘Better not push him…’ Nori muttered. ‘Who knows what happens.’ They were all silent for a moment. ‘I didn’t come outside to sit in silence.’ Bofur told them. He turned to Enya. ‘Let’s dance, miss. And you promised us you would sing too.’ ‘I didn’t!’ Enya protested. ‘But You promised! I heard you doing that!’ Dori said. ‘Did I?’ Enya giggled. She got out her iPhone. ‘What should we play?’ Bofur asked. ‘Nothing.’ Enya replied and went through her songs. Which one should she choose? HA! Enya smiled. Girls just wanna have fun, right? Too bad she only had the version Miley Cyrus created (if you asked her, Cyndi Lauper did a better job), but it would do for now. ‘Music from my world is a little different.’ She warned. ‘It is much… heavier I suppose.’ She pressed play and grabbed Bofurs’ hands. ‘Whoo, miss!’ he laughed as the first tunes of the song filled the cold nightly air. Enya swirled around him and clapped her hands. ‘You guys wanted some fun!’ she cheered. ‘Girls need that too!’

Enya knew she should behave, but she couldn’t. It was too late. The catchy tune made her body want to move. She shook her hips and freed her hair from the messy ponytail it was in. Enya sang along as swirled around the dwarves. She got Ori on his feet. ‘Come on!’ she encouraged him before she started singing again. ‘Girls they wanna have fun, oh girls just want to have fun!’ She twirled around the prince brothers and laughed as they tried to grab her to make her dance with them. There didn’t deserve that after teasing her in such a rude way! Instead she took Dori’s hands and let him guide her. Enya enjoyed herself as they floated through the garden, engaged in a kind of ballroom dance. Oh god, this didn’t fit the beat at all, but Enya had fun anyways. ‘I wanna be the one who walks in the sun!’ Enya sung and laughed when she noticed Nori’s eccentric dance moves as they passed him.

In the middle of the fun, her body started shivering. Oh god. Her booty registered he was near her before her eyes even detected him. Thorin stood at the entrance of the house and watched them with narrowed eyes as they danced. His eyes were fixed on her and made her thigh squeeze together in agony. He seemed intrigued and angry at the same time. Enya bit her lip. There always seemed to be a reason for Thorin Oakenshield to be angry. Especially when she herself was the victim. ‘Why is he always mad?’ Enya mused. ‘I don’t know.’ Dori answered. ‘Maybe we should stop dancing together.’ ‘Or not’ Enya grinned. ‘You’d better not defy him’ Dori muttered and he wanted to let go of her, but Enya held on tight. ‘Come on! You only live once, master dwarf.’ She said. Dori smiled and they continued what they had been doing. When the last tunes of the song faded away and the courtyard became quiet again, Dori made a deep bow. ‘Thank you for this dance, my lady.’ ‘The pleasure was mine.’ Enya said and she made a little reverence. She knew Thorin was still watching her, but she ignored him as she walked back to the little group. ‘I didn’t hear you sing.’ Bofur complained as they joined the others again. Enya squeezed herself between Fíli and Kíli (‘make some room for a lady, lads!’). She eyed Bofur and got her phone. ‘Alright, one song. ONE!’ She chose one of her all-time favorite bands. ‘Been waitin’ at these crossroads, forever and a day, on a guy to buy my soul…’ she sung. Everyone was quiet around her and Enya closed her eyes as she focused on the melody. She couldn’t help herself. Her hips moved on the beat and she couldn’t keep her arms in her lap.

‘As long as I’m alive, all I wanna do is rock, rock, roooooo-oooock!’ They all stared at her in awe. Enya quickly closed her eyes again and concentrated on the song. God, she forgot how much she loved this jam. It was raw, rough, but yet so tender. True rock and roll. The voice of Taylor mixed very well with her own. Enya bit her lip and told herself that she really really REALLY needed to behave herself. After all, Thorin was probably still watching her. But her booty didn’t care about behaving.

‘Take me down….’ She sung dramatically as the song came to an end. Slowly she looked up and stared directly into Thorins’ gaze. His expression made her bite back a moan. Her body reacted to him and shivered under his stare. Good gods, she really had to break this connection before she would come undone while squeezed between his nephews…

That would be awkward!

She quickly lowered her gaze and got her iPhone as soon as the last tunes of the song had faded. She didn’t want it to play the next song. She knew for sure the dwarves would make her sing that too. And she didn’t need another song. She needed sexy solo time.

Right now.

‘That was really good, lass!’ Bofur was the first one to speak. Enya gave him a shy smile. ‘Thanks.’ They were all startled by a loud thumb from the door that fell back into its frame. Enya rolled her eyes. Mister panties shredder finally had gone inside and he probably was even more angry than an hour ago. ‘By the looks of it, I’d say you’re in deep trouble…’ Fíli whispered in her air. Kíli heard him and chuckled. ‘I always am.’ Enya replied. ‘And I don’t know why.’ ‘Come on.’ Kíli said. ‘We should get some rest. We still have that orc pack on our tail.’ ‘I’ll catch you later.’ Enya murmured. ‘I’m going to try to avoid the wrath of your uncle.’ ‘Good luck with that!’ Fíli chuckled.

Enya walked through the garden and disappeared in the haymow that stood next to the property. She closed the door behind her and let out a long, deep sigh. Her body definitely needed some time to cool off. Enya knew she just couldn’t be around HIM at this moment. The physical tension between them would be even more unbearable than a few hours ago and with her lack of self-control she feared she would just jump on him. Another glance of those eyes… Enya shivered. She couldn’t handle it. She probably even wouldn’t mind if the whole company watched as he took her. Her cheeks flushed red when she discovered her mind even reconsidered it as an option.

No. Staying with the company for the night was a very bad idea. This shed next to the house however, was perfect to spend the night alone. It allowed her to relax and regain control over her mind. Enya groaned. After Thorins’ little stunt (and his damn intense gaze) she really needed to get off on something. Her body ached for his touch and her neck still tingled from the attention it had received. She knew she was dripping wet, her thighs yearning after the look he gave her. She was so god damn ready for him. She sighed. And because he wouldn’t give it to her, she had to settle with some solo action. Anything to calm herself down before the company would hit the road again.

Enya walked up the stairs and discovered there was a second level, stacked with hay bales. She threw her traveling bag on the ground in a corner and sat down on one of the bales. She untied her boots and threw them on her bag. Her coat laid next to her. She stretched her toes and then proceeded with throwing her corset and pants on the pile. She opened the window that was on opposite of her hay bale and watched the bright moon in the sky. Ah. She laid down on the hay bale and shivered when the nightly air was colder than she anticipated. Enya grabbed her coat and tucked her legs under it. She softly hummed the tone of “girls just wanna have fun”, but was startled when someone entered the haymow and ascended the stairs. The person nearing her wore heavy boots that pounded on every step. Enya’s body instantly knew who it was, but she still wasn’t prepared for the electrical tension that suddenly hung in the air. God. It made her breathing unsteady and her cheeks flush.

‘Yeah?’ She said as Thorin entered the room. 'You didn’t came in with the men.’ His voice was strained. ‘I thought you left.’ ‘I wouldn’t dare to do so. Kings’ orders.’ Enya answered and suppressed the shiver his presence evoked from her. She avoided his gaze, because she knew she would be terribly lost if she didn’t. ‘A wise decision.’ He stated. ‘Tell me, miss. Why are you always barely dressed when I encounter you?’ 'I have no idea, sir Oakenshield. But you always seem to encounter ME in this position. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong…’ 'And by the way,’ she added. 'I am covered this time. Don’t let your imagination run wild.’ She found her courage again and slowly looked up. He met her gaze and Enya bit her lip. He still looked extremely mad and his beautiful taunted expression was distracting her way more than it should. ‘Are you angry with me?’ he inquired as he deliberately came closer. ‘Yes.’ She insisted. ‘Very angry.’ ‘Good. Me too.’ Thorin growled. ‘And what on earth have I done now to earn your wrath?’ Enya blazed. ‘The list is endless.’ He shot back. ‘Let’s talk about you dancing and rolling your hips like THAT! Do you really intent on making EVERY MAN MAD WITH LUST FOR YOU?’ ‘I was just dancing!’ Enya objected. ‘Is that wrong?’ ‘You call that DANCING?’ Thorin shouted. ‘You DISTRACTED THAT POOR DORI WITH THE WAY YOU MOVE! AND THE WAY YOU MADE MY NEPHEWS LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOU SUNG THAT SONG…’ His face twitched in anger. ‘And why would that bother you personally?’ Enya hissed. ‘Why would you even care if the whole world wanted to have me?’ ‘Don’t.’ he growled. ‘Don’t defy me. And don’t let me get started about everything else you did wrong today.’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘You surely do know how to hold grudges.’ ‘Don’t.’ he repeated. The wild, untamed look in his eyes that burned through her should be terrifying, but Enya’s breathing quickened and she licked her lips. No, she told her body. Don’t let him crack you just yet. Who the hell did he think he is to tell you how to dance? How to live YOUR life? ‘Obedience isn’t my nature, you know.’ She snapped. ‘So if that’s what you’re searching for, maybe you should try elsewhere. Maybe Dolvira knows how to be submissive.’ Thorin narrowed his eyes, but didn’t answer. He stood very close to her and she could feel the heat his body was throwing off. Enya didn’t want to give in, but her treacherous body ached for his touch and quivered. Her coat happened to fall off her lap and pooled around his feet. The bit her lip. She was hopelessly clumsy, but he would think she did it on purpose.

Oops.

Thorins’ eyes darkened and were clouded with lust. ‘You need to calm yourself down.’ He muttered. ‘As soon as possible.’ ‘ME? CALM DOWN?’ she yelled. ‘Yes.’ He answered. ‘I am perfectly calm.’ Enya said in a supercilious tone and she crossed her arms. ‘No, you’re not. ’Thorin said and mouth formed a little smile. ‘I AM!’ Enya bit back. ‘Then tell me: what is the secret to a strong and deep self-control?’ he asked. ‘How should I know?’ Enya hissed. ‘You tell me, MY KING.’ ‘The answer is ab-so-lu-te sexual abstinence.’ He told her. He raised a brow when Enya rolled her eyes again. ‘Yes, you’re certainly still learning to control your desires, miss…’ ‘I do quite poorly on self-control.’ Enya confessed. ‘And I’m not able to calm down easily.’ ‘I noticed.’ Thorin muttered. ‘And since you’re all worked up tonight… right now there is only one thing I can do to resolve this situation.’ ‘And what is your solution, if I may ask?’ Enya demanded. ‘It depends.’ He said. ‘On what?’ ‘You have to follow my orders this time, or I won’t be able to help you…’ he whispered. ‘What are you ta-’

He grabbed her waist and the sudden movement made Enya gasp (and forget what she was about to say…). His mouth crashed down on hers. Enya eagerly kissed him back, returning the same passion he poured into the kiss. His tongue curled around hers, teasing and stroking. When his lips parted from hers way too soon for her liking, she let out a protesting groan. ‘Let me see you.’ He growled in a low voice. ‘Why would I agree to that?’ Enya teased and she tilted her head. ‘I can tear your barely covering clothes off your body, if that’s what you want’ he answered. Although his tone was low and he sounded casual, Enya saw his eyes twinkling and she knew his threat wasn’t an empty one. He would tear ALL her clothes if she refused to oblige him. She caught her lip between her teeth and slowly did what he asked her to do. Her shirt landed on the ground. ‘Everything.’ He insisted. Enya raised one eyebrow. ‘That would be rather unfair, wouldn’t it?’ ‘I’ll be the judge of that…’ he husked. Enya stripped her panties off her body and threw them on the pile of clothing in the corner. Thorin pushed her onto her back and leaned over to kiss her again. His tongue slid over her mouth and a moan escaped from Enya’s mouth when he sucked on her bottom lip. ‘So beautiful.’ He murmured as his hands trailed over her naked body. Enya shivered and grabbed his tunic. Thorin groaned in response. ‘Be quiet. Keep still.’ He hissed and continued by licking and nipping her collarbone. His beard rasped against her sensitive skin of her neck and Enya bit her lip furiously. How was she supposed to be quiet AND keep herself from moving when he touched her like that?

Oh, that frustrating bastard! She knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to punish her for her “provocative” dance moves. He wanted her to be obedient this time. No… Enya held back a soft whimper. Her mind went hazy and she couldn’t think clearly anymore.

Thorin cupped her breasts; his thumbs circling around her nipples. His hands were rough and soft at the same time and Enya could not stop her body from quivering under his touch. Thorin lowered his head and slowly kissed his way down until his mouth found one of her nipples. He let his tongue flicker over it again and again. Enya’s eyes rolled back and she bit her hand furiously to prevent herself from yelling his name. She cursed him in silence for nearly killing her with pleasure.

This was too delicious. Too hot.

She did cry out when Thorin slid his hand slowly down her body and his fingers lightly brushed over her thighs. ‘I told you to be silent.’ He whispered and sucked her nipple. ‘How can I-?’ Enya started but she bit her lip quickly when she saw the look that crossed his face. His eyes were wicked and twinkled with lust.

Oh. OH! Panties shredding Thorin definitely didn’t like objections when he came into action…

‘That thing is called self-control, miss.’ He told her, in a low voice. ‘Being able to follow MY orders.’ ‘But I don’t-’ ‘Sssshh.’ He urged and then chuckled. The low sound set Enya on fire and she swallowed hard. Enya let her head fall back on the soft hay and held down a whimper as Thorins’ fingers brushed against the spot between her legs. Two fingers slicked inside of her and with his thumb he slowly rubbed her clit. Immediately Enya’s legs started to tremble. ‘Mahal, you’re so tight.’ Thorin hissed against her chest. ‘So wet. Ready for me.’ His fingers pumped in and out of her, slowly rubbing over and over on a sensitive spot inside that made Enya see stars. She bit back a moan. Good gods, this was a spot that a certain ex-boyfriend never bothered to direct his attention to! Or probably even didn’t knew about. Enya never felt this aroused before and closed her eyes to let the feeling consume her. ‘GOD SAVE ME!’ her mind screamed. Enya had to clench her teeth to keep silent. Her nails raked his muscular back and she felt Thorin humming in pleasure against her chest.

Oh no, this was too much pleasure. His thumb on her clit, slowly but steadily rubbing her into heaven, his fingers inside of her and filling her up, stretching her… OH! Enya above all tried to ignore his mouth and that damned tongue on her breasts. He sucked her nipples ruthlessly. She cried out when his free hand pinched the nipple that wasn’t being tortured by his tongue. Oh for heaven’s sake… Enya felt a well-known tension building up inside of her. Her breathing became ragged and unsteady. She didn’t want to come, but her muscles tightened and she couldn’t help herself. She was on the edge. One more move and she would… A loud protesting whimper left her mouth when Thorin suddenly stopped tormenting her. NO! The edge she had been on slowly faded away and Thorin took his time to kiss her abdomen. He let his tongue glide over her belly button piercing. God damn it, she KNEW he was aware of her nearing orgasm and he probably enjoyed agonizing her somewhat longer. ‘No!’ she cried as he nipped her hip bone. ‘Yes. You’re fully under my control.’ He whispered and Enya felt him smiling against her skin.

She hated the bastard! Enya decided she wasn’t going to be the only one being teased. She moved her hands quickly between them and let her fingers curl around the hard length under his clothes. She stroked him and let her tongue glide over her teeth. ‘A very visible and hard evidence is telling me you like what you see…’ she teased. Thorin let out a low, primal growl. With a quick move he pinned Enya’s wrists under his hand palms. ‘Who said you’re allowed to touch me?’ he hissed. ‘Me.’ Enya answered. She couldn’t keep her face straight and she knew her eyes sparkled with naughtiness. ‘I told you to keep still.’ Thorin breathed. ‘So keep your hands right here.’ He cautiously let go of her wrists. ‘And be quiet.’ He threatened. Enya bit her lip and gave him her “too cute to handle” face. ‘But I want to touch you. And I do quite poorly on being silent.’ ‘I won’t allow you. And I’m sure you can handle a simple command.’ He simply said and started kissing his way down again. Enya felt her breathing quicken. ‘I like this piece of jewelry.’ Thorin muttered as he touched her belly button piercing. Enya blushed and secretly was relieved he found it pretty. After all, dwarves were pretty picky about treasures. Thorin pushed her legs further apart and pulled her to the edge of the hay bale. The sudden movement pushed all the air out of Enya’s lungs. He kneeled before her and kissed her inner thighs. Enya shuddered. The sensation of his coarse facial hair against her sensitive flesh was setting her off. ‘You’re so delicate.’ Thorin breathed against her. His tongue slowly licked her folds.

Enya whimpered and lifted her hips, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

All hail the king…

She protested wordlessly as he pushed her down again. Yes, he was definitely trying to drive her insane. ‘DURIN! Save us all!!’ She cursed.

Good gods, he certainly did know how to use that tongue. He licked and nipped her and it drove her mad. Enya was writhing under him and bit her lip because she didn’t want to scream out loud. This was torture. Thorin dipped his tongue inside of her and Enya’s body arched up. ‘Thorin! Oh god Thorin, please!’ she begged. ‘No. You taste too good.’ he murmured as he kept teasing her with his tongue. Enya cried out in pleasure and he punished her noise immediately by sucking on her clit. Hard. Her body jerked and Enya inhaled sharply. How was she supposed to handle this intense feeling? He didn’t want her to make any sound, but he clearly also liked to drive her insane until she HAD to scream. There was no choice. She couldn’t be silent. ‘I want you!’ Enya shouted in agony. ‘Thorin! I want you inside of me! Please!’ He looked up and his eyes burned with passion. He lazily licked his lips before he answered her pleads. ‘You have to beg for it.’

BEG?

‘Me begging? I won’t give you such satisfaction.’ Enya growled. ‘No?’ he asked as he started sucking her clit again. ‘NO! … OHHH!’ Enya wanted to keep up a strong and very independent attitude, but the effect of her rigid rejection was destroyed by her loud moan at the end. Thorin made a low rumbling noise between her legs and the sound made her stomach clench even further. ‘PLEASE!’ she cried. ‘I beg you!’ She felt him smile against her sensitive flesh. ‘No. You’re not getting it.’ He stated. ‘WHAT?’ Enya shouted. ‘Tell me your pleasure is mine.’ He growled. His finger slipped inside of her again and he began rubbing thát sensitive spot. And his tongue… Oh his tongue! ‘My pleasure is yours…’ she stuttered. Enya bit her lip again. ‘Good. You will now scream for me, Enya.’ He rasped. ‘Let go.’ Enya buckled her hips again and cried out as he kept ruthlessly rubbing and licking (OH, and the sucking!) the most sensitive parts of her body. ‘Oh god!’ she moaned. Thorin growled at her. ‘Enya Blueheart, I need you to come for me.’ He commanded, without stopping tormenting her. ‘Right now.’ It was impossible for Enya to hold back or to defy his command. She let go and felt waves of pleasure flooding through her entire body. Enya gasped as her pleasure cracked and sent her tumbling over the edge, into orgasm. The intensity was one of the likes she never felt before. Her body jerked and shuddered. Enya screamed his name over and over again. ‘THORIN! Oh god god GOD, Thorin!’

Thorin softly slid his fingers out of her and leaned over her to kiss her neck. Enya pulled him closer and was pleased when he landed on top of her. ‘You can try to elevate the tension between us, but I still want you inside of me.’ She whispered in his ear. ‘I really need you to behave right now.’ he answered. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I tell you to do so.’ He breathed. Enya sighed. ‘What about that absolute sexual abstinence theory of yours, huh?’ Thorin held his expression together, but she saw his eyes twinkling in excitement. ‘Sometimes a short-term solution is needed. Especially when the subject is a very impatient lass like yourself, miss.’ ‘Do you tell that story to all the girls you chose to torture like this?’ Enya teased. Thorin frowned. ‘No, you seem the only one in desperate need of it.’ He quickly got up on his feet. ‘Get some rest.’ He ordered. Enya rolled over on her stomach and stuck out her tongue. ‘Like I can sleep now, sir Oakenshield.’ He smiled. ‘You’d better try, miss.’

He disappeared from her sight as he descended the stairs. Enya listened as the sounds of his boots faded and let out a deep sigh when the door of the hay mow creaked as it was closed again. Enya stared at the moon outside of the window and bit her lip. Jesus Christ. What the fucking hell just happened? Her whole body was flushed from his strokes. Well… It didn’t matter. For now at least. Her mind had shut itself off and it floated somewhere in heaven.

But even in this misty state, she knew one thing for certain.

She wanted more.