A/N: HI guys! Just a little imagine for the Elf Man. For like two weeks, anime and BTS are ruining my life. It’s an addiction I’ll admit it. Don’t send help yet.
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” You muttered quietly yet enough for Leo to hear. Leo lifted up his head from it’s bowed position and cut his chocolate brown eyes at ou in curiousity, “You’ll give me a massage?” He asked smugly a smirk creeping it’s way onto his tanned face. You gave a small mod of your head and smiled weakly, yet sincerly, “You’ve been working pretty hard on that ship of yours, I mean you’ve been bending over all day so your back is probaly hurting and your neck is probably- “ Your unconcious rambling was cut off by a small giggle that sat just across from you and you swore up in down in your mind that it was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard. Leo smiled brightly and placed his hand on top of your in a reasuring way, “I am pretty sore…. You think we could start now?” You gulped silently and forced a smile through your anxious state, “Lead the way, Hammer brain.” He rolled his eyes at the dumb nickname you’d picked for him, but lead you over to some bunk beds he’d set up for late nights in bunker nine. Your mind raced without control once he laid on his stomach on the small bed, things that were to never leave your mind flashed alongside the thought of ‘How the hades am I going to do this?’ He turned his head to look at you, his dark curls splayed around his head on the eggshell white pillow case. You shot a warm close-lipped smile to him and marched over to the bunk before placing each leg nervously on either side of him so that you were sitting on his bum, He immediently tensed up at the strange position and touch and you couldn’t really blame him for it. You shyly moved his usual white work shirt up to reval his slightly moist back to the air and moved your hands down and up on his bare back, earning a few grunts from him. You hit near his neck when he let out a rather loud groan and moaned out ‘right there’. Hearing this from someone you weren’t even together with- not to mention that it’s your crush- scared you and aroused you at the same time. You pressed harder on the spot and massaged it gently until the knot was fading, “Oh holy Hephaestus…. Your hands are magic or something! I swear you give the best massage ever.” He said with a content sigh at the end. You let out a hum in reponse, but, it sounded more like a sqeak than a hum. Without warning- he flipped his body around so that you were straddling him and he was facing you. This wasn’t that big a dea considering the next thing he did was sit up and kiss you.
Sam x Josh drabble unprompted.
Based on the radio edition of Dido’s “Here With Me”
After everyone…no, almost everyone made it down the mountain there was no foundation holding them together. None of the Washington’s were there any more. The only two that even received calls from Josh’s family were Sam and Chris. Eventually it was only Sam that answered. She found out that there were people disappearing while combing the mines. Hannah and the other loose Wendigo were dead. That left only one possibility.
Some time later Sam got into her messages and texted Chris.
“I’m going back to Blackwood.”
An instant later, Chris’s name flashed on her screen along with an urgent reply.
“You shouldn’t go back there, Sam. There are too many wendigo spirits that were released. You don’t know what will happen.”
Sam’s small fingers worked on the touch screen.
“Josh is still there, Chris. I can’t just leave him there like that.”
“Josh is dead, Sammy, he has been for nearly a month. I know you loved him, but this isn’t healthy. Please, come see Dr. Hill with me.”
“I’m going back, Chris. I’m going tomorrow. Please, I want you to know just in case.”
Sam, however, was lying. She was already on that shuttle to the mountains. Only a few items were with her. This was going to be a one way trip and she knew it. The gate came into view, she drew in a deep breath and made her way to the gondola. She still had the key to make it work. Into the control room she went. The key slid into place as she brought the control panel to life. Mechanical whirring echoed in the room as the blonde woman pulled the lever that would summon her ride up the mountain. From the window she saw the vessel making its way down. She had time to contemplate everything. She had time to think of what she had lost, of her friends, of Hannah, of Chris and how upset he’ll be later, how sorry she was about that, and how she could turn back, but then she thought of Josh. She couldn’t leave him there on the mountain to be a slave to the demon that was squatting within what remained of him. She placed her guitar in her lap and started tuning it. The instrument hummed gently as her deft fingers ran over the strings.
The beautiful young woman made her way to the lift and it silently carried her to her destination. Sam’s feet carried her to the mine entrance. She looked down into the void and jumped in. She brought out a zippo lighter that Josh once carried on him and flicked the flame to life. The dim ember illuminated her way down the shaft and into one of the corridors. She placed her backpack and guitar on one of the chairs and set herself to work. A pack of taper candles was removed from the pack. She used the lighter to melt the bottoms and placed them delicately in the surrounding area. On tables, rocks, chairs, rails, and on mining carts the candles sat, Sam lit them all, one by one. The scene was somber, almost like a funeral. The soft glow of the candles was enough that she no longer had to make use of the lighter and slid it back into the pocket of her jeans. In the corner sat a barrel, the lid was conveniently open, the young woman was thankful to not have to make too much noise before the intimate evening was to begin. It had to be a surprise. She gripped the top of the barrel and let the contents trickle out, covering the entire ground. It settled in pools of sickening colors that swirled endlessly together. The stench gave Sam a slight headache, but she continued on. She righted the barrel and went back to the backpack. From it she removed the final piece to her puzzle, Daisy by Marc Jacobs, he always said that this scent was his favorite when she wore it. The blonde sprayed it liberally to her wrists, collar bone, and throat. She wanted him to smell her all throughout the mine. To be irresistible. She gently placed the bottle on the table, next to the first candle and sat in the nearby chair. The guitar was picked up and perched upon Sam’s lap. Her fingers began to strum the only song she could seem to play now that Josh was no longer there with her.
“Please hear me…” Was said in a tone barely above a whisper. Her throat cleared as she sucked in air into her diaphragm.
“I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder, how am I still here?
And I don’t want to move a thing,
It might change my memory…
I am what I am, I’ll do what I want
But I….can’t hide”
Her voice picked up and carried through every corner
“But I won’t go,
I won’t sleep,
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me
I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be…
Until you’re resting here with me…”
A figure came from the darkness in skittering, unnatural movements. Sam stared into its eyes as she continued her song. The figure approached rapidly, but suddenly froze. It sniffed the air as it crouched and sloshed along along the damp floor. Into the light it came. One green eye and the other milky white stared into Sam’s sky blues. Even with the claws and mouth half ripped open with fangs, it was him. The wendigo before her was Josh…maybe it still is him. The tune finished as a sigh and a sob. Josh approached meticulously on all fours, mesmerized by the young woman’s every move.
It stopped at her feet and just stared. It was as if the synapses were attempting to work over the curse. As if he could still be there. She stayed perfectly still as Josh placed two clawed hands upon her thighs and hoisted himself only a breath away from her face. They were nearly nose to nose. Those eyes stared into hers. Was he remembering?
Sam’s eyes began to water and drip down her cheeks.
The young woman released the breath she had been holding. He still maintained some control.
“Why, why here? …Shouldn’t be here…shouldn’t be near me.”
“I had a feeling.”
“Pity…should not have come. Sammy shouldn’t be here. Not now.”
“No! Not Josh…not any more… Still Sammy, still her. But not when wendigo…”
“You’re still in there…”
Josh hissed through his side of exposed fangs. A clawed hand raised and stroked Sam’s exposed neck tenderly. He brought his nose to that spot and buried his face there. Sam’s eyes closed as she let out a gasp.
“Barely…barely there…Sammy should leave, but…don’t want to let her go…”
“I won’t leave you.”
“I can’t leave until I know…”
“What Sammy want-t-to know..?”
Those clawed hands pull the guitar away to let him have the space on her lap. His face dropped and planted itself near her warm core. It was comforting. This heat kept his mind his own.
“Is it too late?”
Tears fell on Josh’s cold skin.
“Late for wh-what?”
A gentle hand cautiously went to his hair. He let it stay as his good eye focused up to Sam.
“I love you…I’m so sorry…you wanted me to come clean. I wanted to, but was never sure and now it is too late, isn’t it? I messed up…”
Josh reached up to Sam’s waist and pulled her to his lap.
“Still love you…always loved you, Sammy…so much.”
“Do you think we could be reborn again? Could we be happy in another life?”
Josh stared at her, trying to process her words. The wendigo in him began stirring as his shattered mind put the pieces together. A small smile played upon what was left of his features. He nodded.
“Taking…everything…keeping it down…”
Sam nodded. The wendigo wanted to stop her, but Josh wanted this too.
“Let’s go then…together.”
She quickly grabbed the candle on the table and ripped it to the oil soaked ground. The wendigo took over and sunk its gnarled teeth into Sam’s shoulder. The candle set the room ablaze, along with the fumes that were raising from deep within the ground. The tunnel lit up in an inferno as Sam held Josh’s form to her. Her eyes closed as the flames took the two of them.
Just outside the mine’s entrance stood Chris. It was dawn and the flames rose like a funeral pyre from the mines. The young man dropped to his knees and let out a choked scream. It was a sound of pain and regret. Animalistic and terrible. She was gone. She left and took Josh with her. He pounded his fists through the snow into the frozen ground. They were gone, and this was their tomb.