#Elf!reader

[elfy-elf-imagines]

— In the Fields of Poppy | Thranduil *✧･ﾟ

▹ Pairing: Thranduil x Elf!Reader

▹ Genre: Fluff and Angst (mentions of death and the aftermath of war)

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, you have a chance encounter with the King.

▹ Notes: This is unedited because we die as men! Also because I'm sleep deprived rn. Let me know what you thought!

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The carnage had been terrible; the aftermath of the battle more brutal than any recount would ever fully capture. 

Broken stained glass mosaics formed with blood from all sides of the battle glistened in the sun. There was a heavy fog that clung to the ground, the wails of survivors finding the corpses of their loved ones. You couldn’t focus on it, blocking out as much of the noise as possible. Later you would feel the weight of the lives lost, you were certain, but for now, there was work to be done. 

You kneeled before the squirming body of a dwarven soldier, too delirious off his own pain to scorn the healing of an elvish maid. There was a cut on his leg that was bleeding profusely, his skin showing the beginning signs of infection from the poison the orcs used. He was muttering in Khuzdul, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. His eyes were locked on the sun, and if there weren’t other grievous injuries taking priority, you would’ve reminded him to not stare at the sun. But who cares for blindness if you’re already dead?

With ghost-like touches and careful concentration, you placed the healing salve on his leg, cleaning the wound as best you could beforehand. He hissed in pain from the contact, his eyes no longer looking at the sun but at you. He continued to speak in Khuzdul, this time at you, with spite and pain written on his face. You weren’t concerned, continuing to work as you numbed yourself to your surroundings. 

A group of elven soldiers marched past you, carrying the body of their fallen comrade, faces stricken with grief. Your eyes darted away from the sight and returned your attention to carefully wrapping your patient’s leg with bandages. 

“I don’t have anything for the pain, I’m afraid,” you said to him, briefly meeting his eyes that went back to looking at the sun. He muttered incoherently, and while he spoke Common this time, his words were lost on you. 

Tying the final bandage, you then began the same work on the rest of his wounds. More wails and more dead bodies carried from the battlefield, but you blocked it all out. There was no time to be swallowed in the suffering. Once all his wounds had been tended to and your dress was drenched in the blood of another patient, you stood from the ground. A dwarven soldier rushed forward to bring his comrade to the tents where the injured were resting. Words of thanks fell from his mouth, but you had already turned away, moving towards the next person. 

This time it was an elf, so young he couldn’t be more than a century old. Old enough to serve in the guard but too young to die; it made you sick to your stomach. There was a gash near his neck, the veins around it turning black. The poison had already gotten into his system; it was only a matter of time before it took him. Yet you kneeled beside him and gently placed his head in your lap as you began cleaning the wound. 

Unlike the dwarf from before, his eyes met yours, a grin on his lips. It looked out of place on his face, contorted into pain. He spoke softly in elvish, reciting an old song that mothers usually sang to their children when putting them to bed. As the cold salve touched his neck, he froze up, twitching slightly at the sensation.

Silence enveloped the two of you, he no longer sang, yet his eyes stayed on you. A stray piece of hair had fallen from your messy braid, the elf reaching up and grabbing it. He held it between his fingers, mouth parted and eyes a thousand miles away. 

“Naneth--” he trailed off, muttering more incoherent words. You swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to continue working as a spark of pain reactivated your cold heart. He called you mother; the poison must’ve already reached his head, making him see things that weren’t there. 

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you looked away to reach into your healer’s kit. He must’ve been so terrified as death came closer, seeking comfort in a mother that wasn’t even here. You didn’t have the heart to correct him. Let the boy have a small bit of comfort. 

With a strip of bandage in your hand, when your eyes went back to his body, his eyes were shut, and his breathing ceased. Dead. 

Your hand fell limp at your side, eyes unmoving from his face. He looked at peace, expression no longer twisted in pain. A shuttered breath escaped your mouth, the chill in the air allowing you to see it blow away. You stood with shaky legs and trembling hands, two soldiers approaching to take his body away.

You’d been a healer for as long as you could remember, training for this since you were a little elfling running wild. Time allowed you to become numb to tragedy, keeping a clear head to do what needed to be done. But the elven boy’s death managed to stab a needle right through your heart. He was so young and vibrant, his potential severed by senseless war. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, like the ashes of the bodies the humans were burning. 

The mud squashed beneath your feet, eyes unseeing. You were a ghost on the battlefield, blood-stained dress blowing in the wind. How did the other healers seem so emotionless? Was the bite of death something that lessened the more you were near it? In a few years, would you have a disposition that was nearly mechanical? A part of you hoped for that release, while the other part of you was terrified by it. 

You turned, eyes meeting the misty blues ones of King Thranduil. He stood a few feet away from you, a vision amongst the dead. Tall and noble, he looked every bit the king he was. Golden like the dawn, his hair was loose and messy, and his previously pristine armor was dirty with mud and blood, cuts and minor wounds marring his body. Yet he looked eerily perfect. 

His stare was heavy, yet you refused to be the one to look away. A hint of a smirk appeared on the edges of his lips as his head tilted to the side. Long and sure strides brought him closer to you while you stayed locked in place. The king stood before you, towering over your smaller form. You may have been on the taller side; he made you feel as though you were a hobbit.

“What is your name?” 

You lowered your head in a half-bow, a pathetic attempt to show respect, not entirely accustomed to the presence of royalty. 

“Y/N, my king.”  

He nodded, mouthing your name as if to commit it to memory.

“Do you live in Eryn Galen? I have never seen you.”

“I grew up in Lothlorien, where I spent most of my life before training to be a healer in Imladris. I have only recently moved to Eryn Galen.”

Thranduil raised his eyebrows and clasped his hands behind his back. 

“How lucky we are to have a student of Lord Elrond among us.” You could discern if his words were patronizing or genuine, his tone not betraying his intentions. 

“I did not train under Lord Elrond personally.” You felt the need to correct him, not wanting him to think you of a higher station than you were.

“But your teachers were overseen by him, were they not?”

You nodded.

“Then you were trained by Lord Elrond, even if he himself didn’t oversee your education.” 

A small smile appeared on your lips, and you nodded. “I have no choice but to agree; who would I be to disagree with a king.”

A coy smile pulled on the edges of his lips as his eyes shone. 

“A foolish woman is who you would be. Walk with me?” It was phrased as a question, but he didn’t wait for your answer. His long strides carried him towards camp, and you had no choice but to follow.   

“Tell me, do you plan on staying in Eryn Galen long?” His voice was crisp but quiet enough that only you could hear them.

“I do. I have grown fond of the people and its forest.” You spoke genuinely and truthfully. The wood elves were reclusive and suspicious, but once you broke through those barriers, they were full of merriment and loyalty. You cherished the relationships you had already formed and were eager for more. 

“Even in its sickly state,” his tone was sardonic but not enough to hide the pain in his voice. How terrible it must’ve been to see his home twisted into something so evil while powerless to stop it. 

“I believe there is still hope for it to be returned to health.”

Thranduil stopped in his tracks, eyes meeting yours. You stopped as well, patiently waiting for what he may say next. His expression was unreadable, eyes searching yours for the answers to questions you didn’t know. 

Wherever he was searching for, it sent shivers down your spine and made goosebumps form on your arms. The moonlight was kind to him, bathing him in a silvery light that made him look like the elves of Lothlorien who always seemed to shine. You felt your heart stutter as butterflies formed in your stomach. 

It could’ve been a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn there was a hint of affection in his bright eyes. After the death of his wife, rumors spread of his cold demeanor and harshen disposition. But now, before you, none of those adjectives seemed suited for him. As soft as the stars and as beautiful as the moon, how could he be anything but good and kind?

“I hope that you are right.” He finally broke the silence, eyes raising to the sky before he continued walking, and just as before, you matched his strides. Neither of you spoke, relishing in the silence after a terrible day full of death and terror. 

Finally, the both of you stopped in front of the tent that was yours.

“It was good to meet you today, Y/N. I hope to see you again; I find your company pleasant and your conversation enjoyable.”

A red flush made your face warm, and a child-like grin appeared on your lips. As light as a feather, you would’ve floated away had the king not grabbed your hand, delicately placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

When he released your hand, you lowered into a half curtsey, the movement not as fluid due to your dress that was stiff from the dried blood covering it. 

“It was an honor to speak with you, my king. I wish you a good rest tonight.” 

He smirked in a way that made your flush deepen.

“And if I find it difficult to find rest, will you brew me a tea to lull me to sleep.” 

“Herbology happens to be my specialty.” 

Thranduil gave a single, firm nod, yet his eyes never moved from yours. The affection you’d seen before was brighter, easier seen in the dim lighting. And you were certain your eyes portrayed the same attraction. Could this be the beginning of something wonderful?

“Then I shall know who to call upon in my hour of need.” He lowered into a full bow, his cloak billowing around him. You took a step back, a bout of giggle escaping your mouth. Who would’ve thought the stern king had a sense of humor?

“Farewell, my lady.” 

He then swept off further into the camp, and you stayed in your spot, watching his form disappear, only moving once you could no longer see him. You turned and entered your tent, hand placed upon your flushed cheek. As you readied yourself for bed, the encounter with Thranduil replayed in your mind. And suddenly, you found yourself dancing alone, unable to push back your excitement. 

And as you lay in bed and shut your eyes, you desperately hoped this would only be the beginning and not where the story would end. 

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Fili- Loved You Before

Number 3 from this post, requested by @bunniesbearsandhobbitadventures

Being an elf brought back to life after thousands of years was strange at the best of times, but not being able to remember anything from your previous life was something that perplexed even the wisest elves. You had Glorfindel who could empathise and your new life was filled with friends, joy and people who loved you, but something still felt empty.

Lunch with Lord Elrond wasn’t necessarily rare but royal dwarf guests were. You heard whispers from the other elves as you approached the outdoor dining area. You didn’t gather much but it was enough to pique your interest.

Walking in it seemed you were the last guest to arrive and all eyes were on you. Not wanting to keep everyone waiting any longer you kept your head down and took your seat between Glorfindel and Elladan. If you would have looked up you would have seen a certain dwarf prince looking right at you.

It was about 15 minutes into the meal before your eyes finally glanced up, feeling someone had been looking at you for some time. Once your eyes met you audibly gasped, almost dropping your wine glass.

Seeing those soft blue eyes and wavy half braided blonde hair, your world stopped. For the first time since you’d come back, you felt truly at home. Looking into his eyes you felt a warm familiarity, like you’d spent a life together.

His eyes felt like home, they felt like a thousand memories at once. You’d never met him before, and yet you could almost feel his curly locks between your fingers, like you’d ran your fingers through them every night for years.

You couldn’t even recall his name but some how you knew how warm he felt in the middle of the night, and how he smelt at the end of a hard working day.

Hearing your name being called broke both of you out of your trance. Looking at Lord Elrond, you felt a small tear fall. Quickly blinking you quietly excused yourself and ran out of the lunch, leaving shocked faces and whispering voices.

Not bothering to turn around as you ran through the many halls and into the beautiful garden, you didn’t notice Fili quickly following you. As you reached the garden, you collapse onto the stone bench, tears running down your face. Your tears a mix of both happy and sad.

“Amrâlimê?”

Hearing that deep but calming voice, your head whipped around. As if in second nature you took his face between your hands, your forehead leaning against his, eyes closed and breath laboured.

“Meleth nîn.” You cried to him, lightly shaking as you further push your head into his.

His thumbs came to your hand, rubbing them lovingly.

“I don’t believe I have ever met you but I feel connected to you, like I am meant for you and you are meant for me. I hope that doesn’t sound crazy.” He whispers lovingly to you.

“That does not sound crazy at all, darling.” You smile as you look into his beautiful eyes.

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[ivorydragoness44]

Bernard the elf x elf!Reader: Delicate Word Count: 381 Summary: (Toy)Santa had upset you, so you go in search of Bernard for help.

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  It had been quite a while, but you were determined. Turning another corner, you finally found him.    “Oh, Bernard! There you are. I need to talk to you.” You called out as you caught up to him.    “Not right now, please.” He paused to acknowledge you. “I have to go check in with the reindeer. I’m sorry. We can talk about this later.”    For the head elf, he seemed more stressed then usual. He gave an apologetic smile before turning and walking a few paces away.    You sighed as you watched him. “It’s about Santa.”    Bernard stopped in his tracks, pivoting around and frantically scurried back to you. Quite close in fact; you could smell the peppermint off of him. Panic shown in his eyes though he visibly tried to remain calm and composed.    In a hushed voice, he was a flurry of words. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

   “I made a humorous comment, as I usually do with Santa,” you began, receiving a nod from Bernard. “But…something’s different. He said that if I were a child, he would put me on the Naughty List so fast that my pointy little ears would fly off. And he laughed. And not his usual jolly and fun laugh. This one sounded…strange, disturbing even.”    Bernard’s mouth opened and closed more than once before he could find the words. He obviously saw how hurt you were from Santa’s words.    You did not recall a single Santa who had made such a remark to an elf, much less you personally.    Bernard proceeded to gently hold you by your shoulders. “I know that Santa has been acting a little…new, but I swear I’ll talk to him. Even though he’s Santa, that is no way to talk to someone. I’ll fix this, okay?”    “And…Bernard?” Your voice small.    “Hmm?”    “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with my ears, do you?”    He gasped in his shock. Reaching upward with his hands, he delicately touched your ears with a feather-light touch. “No. Never,” he shook his head with a smile. “They are the most perfectly pointed elf ears I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His kind eyes twinkled as he gave you a reassuring and caring smile. “May I see you again later?”    “Yes. Thank you, Bernard.”

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[epilogue-and-prologue]

Ship: Thorin x Elf!Reader

Trope: Childhood friends to enemies to lovers

Length: 3 376 words.

Warnings: Injuries, violence, guilt, guilt trip. Thorin being Thorin, Thranduil being Thranduil. Angst with a happy ending.

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Vocabulary point: Nethig = Sister, little sister (diminutive) - Sindarin

You were here to help.

Of course, you had come to help.

The battle of Erebor would be known as the one where great elven and dwarven warriors perished. It would still be an understatement before any of the gods who listened. The Durin line barely survived by the skin of their teeth. If you had not been there to prevent the massacre... Thorin stopped the thought there, fearing what it would bring to mind.

You, whom he had known since he was a mere child, your parents and his - if not in agreement - cordial to one another. At the time, you knew Erebor's halls almost as well as he did, despite having grown in the shadows of the Greenwood. Often, you would meet, in secret, away from the prying eyes of both your families, running away, chasing dragons and seeking battles made out of air.

Now, he wished for these times to come back.

The dwarven king owed you his life and the life of his nephews.

That was why he was at your side, watching until you woke up. If you were to wake up.

Why was he waiting? He knew not. Or, he knew as he had known for years, yet stopped himself from hoping you would know too. He was not the young dwarf he once was, careless with his words and promises, careless in his affections. The sovereign he had become could not make foolish choices as Kili had the luxury of making. Nevertheless, the hope in him would not die, not until you gave him an answer to a question he would not dare ask.

You were there. You were there when his grandfather had refused your brother and your people what was owed to them. The look of confusion and disappointment on your face had not left his thoughts in all those years. Where the regret and sorrow as you followed your brother away from the dragon’s massacre felt like a heavy scar, this first betrayal was still bleeding through the walls of his mind more vivid than it had ever been.

For since the battle, you would not wake. And he would not sleep.

Maybe, this was his atonement for not having intervened sooner in the feud between the elves and his people. Maybe it was punishment for not having told you, as a child, what those feelings were, leaving you blindsided for the rest of your life.

His breath came to a halt when you stirred in your sleep. His surroundings were dark, only lightened by the moonlight shining in the room. Everything was so pale, the sheets, your gown, the light. He felt sick for a moment, in pain with each breath. Thorin was sitting in the most uncomfortable seat he had ever been in, his back hunched over, elbows on his knees, rubbing at his face to erase the deep sleep in his bones.

Thranduil opened the door. His eyes racked over the dwarf’s figure. The deep circles under his eyes and the hollow of his cheeks were clear indicators of his state. Your brother would have been blind not to see your injuries’ effect on Thorin.

Despite what people knew of him, the elven king was not as heartless as he seemed. He had sustained many injuries over the years, many terrifying experiences, and too many meaningless deaths. His heart was a closed sanctuary now, only opened for those he trusted. Even if he was not trusting Thorin, he trusted you. You, who had sought him out all those moons ago, trying to stop a raging war between your families. He had refused to listen and what it had cost him would never be counted accurately. The elf was old and weary of war. He wanted this to end, almost as much as you did. When you were playing in Erebor’s halls, he was with his guardian, resenting you for not having to attend all those boring meetings nor being with him when he had to learn all those awful words in Khuzdul. No. You had learned with a friend. The ultimate betrayal for him was that you were allowed to. No one saw the harm in the shenanigans you orchestrated. You were children, what was the harm? Only when you grew, beautiful as a newborn star, people started talking. He dismissed them all in public. Chastised you in private. “Behave as you were born”, those were his words. It was then that Thranduil had known. It was too late for you. You had fallen for him, having known him for so long. His stubbornness familiar to your equally stubborn mind, the wits of his tongue matching your own, your secret kisses shared in the mistrusted shadows of the woods or the corridors of the dwarven city. You would not let him go. But, soon, even Thorin dismissed you, in favour of dwarf women more suited to be by his side. Your heart was misplaced. Lost with someone who had no use for it.

After that, heartbroken and deep into your mind, you let yourself perish to the brink of death. Thranduil’s wife and son became your only solace, throwing yourself into the family life you yearned for, but could not have for yourself. With your brother, you would not talk of love for the prince. Only a “misplaced trust” as if it was enough to describe what it was you were left with.

That “misplaced trust” was all that was needed for Thranduil to care.

“Thorin Oakenshield.”

His face barely rose to meet the elven king’s eyes, falling back again in an impolite manner, now familiar between the two.

“It’s you.”

The elf had a hard time not snapping at him. But even he knew, the pain he was in. Your brother kissed your brow in slow motion. Nothing moved in the air, as he was adjusting your pillow, smoothing your sheets, sitting down next to you, eyes lost on your face. The room reeked of balms and healing herbs. Thorin ran a hand over his face once more, the stiff figure in front of him immobile and solemn. 

“I remember.”

The sound of his voice was barely above a whisper, yet it took up all the space in the room. He had that effect, your brother. You used to be so proud of him when you were little. Trying to get his affection every time you could. He wondered if you would still look at him that way.

“When you were young. Both running around in our legs, trying to get some attention, only to run away just as easily.”

Thranduil might have seen a soft smile appear on Thorin’s tear-stained cheeks if the darkness was not so thick. He did not see.

Instead, the elven king grabbed your hand, ever so cold, between his own seizing your fingers, growing accustomed to your unresponsiveness. All those hours spent in silence by your side had made him weary. The loss of his wife was an everlasting memory at the back of his mind, as he was praying to anyone who would listen for your recovery. Not again his mind would say. Not her his heart would scream. 

And maybe it worked somehow, after all those days, all those weeks, because then you opened your eyes.

The light was faint. You could make out parts of the walls and ceilings. It was home. A breath of relief left you, making your chest ache. You winced, eyelids shut close, brows furrowed. Your hand was captured in someone else’s, warm, alive. You were alive. Every part of your body was in pain, sharp, akin to the edge of a fine sword twisting your guts and bones. Soon, you could hear a voice. Voices, you realized. You turned towards the tall figure holding your hand. It seemed to be calling your name.

“Nethig?”

Thranduil. His face came to a focus, his forehead meeting yours as you were holding his hand to your chest for dear life. Tears streamed down your face, not being able to stop them in any way.

On the other side of your bed, Thorin had not moved. His mouth agape, he was waiting for you to see him, to look at him. The minutes and murmurs exchanged with your brother were lasting, echoing in his mind. The chuckle escaping your lips was a balm to his undone heart. King, he was, yet he would have been on his knees and given it all up in a heartbeat if it would keep you from crying as you were.

You could not see past your brother and you did not want to. How stupid could you have been to throw yourself and your soldiers into this death trap? For what? An old flame nothing could light again? Thorin’s affections for you were long past, a mere child’s play you took to heart when he did not. The young and everlasting hope in your chest would not die. In the end, it almost had you killed. Deliberately, Thranduil pulled himself away, his protective gaze still on you. His eyes met someone else’s over your shoulder before coming back to your face. He helped you sit up, one movement at a time.

Upon seeing who it was, you started crying again. Not of joy, nor pain. In relief. How your heart could be a trickster. The moment was clear in your mind, despite the anxiety creeping up your spine. The moment you thought he was going to die in front of your eyes. It was without a second thought, you had pierced the chest of the orc before Fili or Kili could be harmed. For Thorin, your heart had lept in your throat as the menace of losing him became more and more obvious, the more the fight went on. The prince you remembered, the one you had loved, was brave beyond any elven or dwarven standards. He still was. You had hesitated, the ever-nagging thought of him being upset upon being defended by you. Until the last minute. When you had jumped from your vantage point, it had been all a blur, the only thing remaining the clear sky above you, the sun on your skin. The edge of the sword had pierced through armour and flesh, close to your heart. As if hurting it more was a feat anyone could accomplish. In a last stroke of luck, elven warriors had flooded the place, while you were still staring at the sky becoming darker and darker with each passing moment. You could hear yells and angry cries, strong arms cradling your head, and a soft, profound, grave voice begging you to stay alive. In your haze, you had thought… you had thought it belonged to him.

The sobs had stopped. Thorin stepped closer to you, his right hand outstretched. His palm touched your cheek sloppily, checking if he was not dreaming. Yet, you were swiftly pulling him away, careful not to touch him for too long. You exchanged a few words with Thranduil, and he stepped away, one final hard stare at the dwarf before leaving the room.

“What are you doing here?”

It was more to yourself than to him that you asked this question, in a hoarse voice you did not recognize. His arm lingered in the air, in your vicinity. How much you wanted to bury yourself in his chest and never let him go again. The harm he had done to you, on the other hand, was too heavy on your heart to let go of.

He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. The rejection was bitter-sweet. He knew his faults all too well. Against his first instinct, he got up to his feet, grimacing under the weight of his flesh wounds. Seeing you in pain was so much worse than that.

“I…”

Around you, the night lights were shivering, dawn simmering under the cover of the clouds. It was now or never.

“I have something for you.”

A snort escaped you and you coughed. Startled, he approached, but you stopped him with a gesture of your hand.

“If it’s not an apology, I do not want it Thorin.”

There. Plain as day. The look on his face, you never dared to hope he’d show for you. His gaze softened as you mouthed the name you had not spoken of in years. His name. Delightful to hear you say it, if only it had been in different circumstances. Alas, it was not. He had to make the best of this. Even if it killed him. Because a life without you was only worth death, the unmerciful kind, slow and feverish, agonising. He could not bear it anymore.

“I hoped you would agree to listen first and see what to do afterwards. Yet, you stay faithful to yourself.”

His voice resonated in the room even as he claimed the words one after the other, softly, trying not to scare you away. He smiled. One of those precious smiles you came to banish from your mind, year after year, as it plagued your waking hours almost as much as your dreams. You turned your eyes away from him, a heat blooming in your cheeks. Although you could not see his face, you heard him, coming closer to you, sitting near your calves, hands on his knees. He was loud as dwarves are. Sometimes, you dreamt about that noise. Dreamt of him coming home to you. You shook your head a little, the world blurry for a moment before your eyes.

“Could you… would you, at least, look at me?”

His voice was pained, smooth around the edges of his sorrow. He did not recognize that voice as his own. It was the voice of heartbreak. A sweet relief came over him when you finally looked at him.

It was short-lived. Your face, he remembered. Ever-lasting as the poets said. Engraved in his heart, beating erratically with every minute spent in your company. The bruises, the sharp cut going from your cheekbone to your chin. The edge and the indifference. All of that he did not know and wanted to rub off. His hand twitched in his lap, fingers extending into nothingness.

“I am incredibly happy you are alive.”

His words were met with pure harshness, almost hostility. Sorrow in your eyes, a headache growing behind your eyelids.

Thorin licked his lips.

“I came here to thank you. Personally.”

A snicker stopped him. You sniffled again, ungracefully wiping your nose in your sleeve, wincing at the effort it took you. His palm felt warm on your knee. You were not one to bet, but if you had to, you would have assured a tattoo of his palm was to appear on your skin at how hot it felt. How right. Still, unnerved, you did not move.

“I came here because… When we thought… When I thought I lost you, I came to realize how much of an imbecile I had been.”

You bowed your head. Biting your lips, your hair hiding the desperation in you. You could not bear it. Could not bear hearing him say the words without meaning them. He had done so before, what was stopping him from doing it again? It would destroy you.

“Stop. Just stop!”

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You did not try to stop them from falling. His hand reached you before you could stop it, meeting your cheek, and wiping away your tears. Stilling your heart in its ribcage, prisoner of his touch, again. His beautiful eyes were worried, brows furrowed, lips pinched together.

“Why are you torturing me so? Telling me what I want to hear? After all those years? Am I just a toy to you?”

You bit your lips harder, drawing blood. Without saying a word, he smoothed the skin there, smearing blood on his fingertips, unbothered merely grateful he could do it at all.

“Never. Amralimê, never.”

He frowned. Only then did you notice how close he was, the word in his mouth settling near your heart, his forehead a breath away from yours. Blue eyes boring into yours, lips parted, his cheek covered by a white and black beard. He had aged, as we all do. How could he still make your heart beat so loud and your stomach flutter so even after all these years? It was uncanny. Impossible. You wanted to take his hands off of your face, gripping his wrists in a vice grip.

He held on, gritting through the pain shooting in his arms, your face cradled in his warmth.

“I have been wrong all this time. I thought I was better off without you. Hoping you would find happiness without this love we did not see coming. But, no one can stop the sun from rising and I could not stop myself from loving you.”

A whimper escaped you when he pulled away, reaching into his coat for a small thing, wrapped in grey cloth, worn with time and travel. Carefully, he grasped your hand putting the itchy material in your palm.

“I should have given you this, at the time. I am giving it to you now. I hope you keep it.”

His words were ringing in your ears as you pulled the package open. Inside was a trinket you recognized immediately. You smiled, half expecting it to be a fever dream.

“A courting bead.”

Clenching your hand around it, you felt the walls around your heart beginning to give. Taking your hand in his, one more time, he pried the cage your fingers made one after the other, relinquishing in the feeling of your fingertips.

“Not exactly.” Giddy with excitement, he leaned close to you, as if in confidence. “It is an engagement bead. I figured we were past the courting steps at this point.

- Are you serious?”

The question had escaped your lips in a bewildered whisper, not quite wanting to believe him. Thorin became self-conscious again, nodding, bashful. He was shy. Thorin Oakenshield had gone soft. The world was going to collapse.

“Why now?

- After this close call with death, I don’t think I have anything more to lose but you.

- What of…?

- The others? I do not care. Not anymore. If you’ll have me, I’ll be there. Whenever you need me. As who you want me to be.”

Without thinking, your hand reached out to his cheek, bringing him impossibly closer. In a familiar gesture, your lips met his. 

Thorin had become tender with the years. Surprised and inhaling sharply, his fingers gripped your gown at the waist, in a desperate attempt at getting you flush against him, your warmth comforting his melting heart through your skin.

The pain shot through you interrupting you both.

“My apologies, I’ll be more careful from now on.”

You smiled against his lips, pushing yourself a little bit further into his embrace.

“I doubt that.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“You were rough once. Harsh even. Don’t stop now on my account…”

You bit your lip and saw his pupils darken, a thin line of blue at the edge of it all, holding you down under this lustful stare.

The kiss he gave you next was nothing short of hungry, wild and powerful. You felt the fragility of your body in his hands, even more than you had during the battle. His palms spread a heated river down your waist, straight between your legs. Yet, it would have to wait. Only for a night or two, you thought. If you would restrain yourself. As if reading your thoughts - he had always been good at that - he replied.

“We have all the time in the world for this, now. If you’ll have me.”

He was worried. Still. You could not blame him, after all these years you had spent avoiding him only to find out he felt the same for you as you did for him.

“Yes. We do.”

Your tone left no doubt. Affirmed and self-assured, you knew this would be the beginning of something new. This was a new chapter in a lifetime of stories, you could not wait to find more about.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Immortality/The choice

Éomer x Reader x Haldir

As only part elf, you could choose between two worlds. And it seems you might have to decide sooner than you expected, with your heart pulling you in two different directions.

Content with spending time in the elven kingdoms, learning the way of your ancestors and slowly gaining control of your abilities, you never even thought of the possibility of finding a place among mortals.

"Your heart is both elf and human, I believe in the worst way possible." - Galadriel

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[danihow]

So... what if...

Legolas x Elf!Fem!Reader Lord of the Rings

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: While babysitting Aragorn's child, Legolas enjoys the little .made up family moment with you, his love.

Warnings: Fluff, talks about having a family and getting married, female reader, that’s it. 

A/N: This is pretty much another 5 month old draft that I'm throwing away for y'all, hope you all enjoy! Fun fact, i wrote this in like the three different perspectives without noticing and THE NIGHTMARE it was to fix it.

The sun was rising high upon the sky, the number of white and soft clouds floating around were easily counted with the fingers of a hand just, the birds chirping happily as the rays of sunlight entered untouched through the tall windows of the hall, beaming against the velvety light blue fabric of your dress, you, the elf who had just walked out of the library after helping Arwen with something she needed.

As for now your eyes wandered through every arched door the castle had opened, searching for your beloved elf, who the more you look the less seemed to appear around.

Maybe he had gone out to horse riding with Aragorn, she thought to herself, not trying to think how unlikely it would’ve been from him to go without asking her if she wanted to, because she loved horse riding the lands around Gondor.

"Miss Y/N, how has your day been?" A maid of the castle asked her as they met in the hallway, the maid carrying in her arms a big bunch of stuff for the gardener.

"It's been good, Marilla, thank you. Let me help you." She offered, taking the upper half of the stuff in her arms.

"But my lady..."

"Don't, I already know what you are going to say, but I will help you and you cannot change my mind." And with that she started walking again, urging the woman to follow her, her smile brightening up where she went.

A couple of minutes later of Y/N following Marilla around they end up at the royal gardens, where the now old gardener of the castle waited for the object, he asked for with a smile splattered on his face.

"Lady Y/N, since when are you around this lands?" He asked, taking everything out of her arms and putting it aside.

"Both Legolas and I came back from the south two days ago, our mission has already ended so we plan on staying for a little while." Her pearly smile as dashing as ever. "Have you seen him by chance?"

"Sure thing my lady, he is with Eldarion down in the town, he said something about exploring the market if I am not wrong." He announced, earning a nod from the elf as she waved the both of them goodbye and walked towards the huge doors of the castle, open for the villagers.

A few dozen of meters down the stone way the sweet smell of the flowers displayed in front of the flower shop mixed with the harsh burnt scent of worked iron filled her nostrils, her ears picking up on the bustle from the town along with some other details.

"Lady Y/N, is so good to see you around? You want some freshly baked bread?" An old woman that took Y/N in during the battle of Mordor smiled up to her, her wrinkly eyes holding on to the shine of all they'd seen in their long human life.

"I will come for some later, I'm not carrying coins with me right not."

"Sh, sh, later it will be stone hard, take it now, I know you'll pay me later honey, and I don't need the money either way."

"Are you sure ma'am?"

"I'm always sure, even when I sat there and cured you gashes, I've never not been sure of something I do." She says, wisely speaking but to the elf, the old lady was just cute, her hand gestures as she put the bread in a cloth, her facial expression as she spoke to her, just in the way the elf had seen her speak to her grandchildren. "Now go, honey."

"By the way, have you seen Legolas around?" She asks, taking the bread the woman shoved in her hands.

"I saw him walk around not that long ago."

"Thank you lots."

And just like that, the elf was onto walking again, thankful to have chosen a dress not too long to be draping and getting dirty on the dusty stone, just as she thanked the casual look it could hold as of not dragging that much attention towards her, her long elven braids and ears already being a giveaway.

After not much more than ten minutes you spot a head full of white braided hair, taller than the average humans that surrounded you, with light steps you approached him, his ears apparently picking up on your sneaking between the crown because before you could reach he turned, the toddler prince up his arms with an apple on his hands. "You didn't actually thought you could sneak up on me, right Y/N?" He said, a teasing in his voice as he smiled at her, her beauty under the sunlight being as stunning as he could ever remember.

"I had hopes I could, but I guess I was wrong."

"Next time take off the necklace I made you, it has this very peculiar clink, maybe it'll help."

"Lady Y/N!" Aragorn's son called out, his tiny body leaning towards the elven with his arms extended, just for her to hold him between her own, slender arms wrapping around him and bringing him closer, happiness in his blue orbs.

"Hi young prince, did Legolas took you out the castle to the market?" You voice instantly becoming more soothing, the tone it held reminding Legolas of fresh honey and the scent of newly blossomed lilies.

"Yes Y/N, we are having fun!" He said back, his bubbly voice putting a smile on both of their faces.

"Well, if I'm not wrong time is getting near to when you are very much supposed to take your reading classes with your professor, do you think we can start heading bit by bit up to the castle?"

"But slowly, I don't want to leave the town, not just yet." He says, a small pout on his lips just as she nods, eyes rolling jokingly.

"You love outside as much as your father, huh?" Putting him down to walk she took his hand, careful not to lose him as she looked up to Legolas with a shine in her eyes, immediately putting a smile on his face.

"Shall we head back Legolas?" She says, a soft smile on her lips as she appreciated his light colored eyes, warm spreading on her chest as she mirrors his look.

"Y/N, Legolas, let's go!" Eldarion said, pulling on her hand before grabbing Legolas' too.

"I think someone wants us to, my love." Legolas chuckles, both elves starting to walk all the way up to the castle, doing occasional stops to buy with Legolas' money some stuff either his partner or the prince liked, also paying the old lady for the bread as you passed her bakery.

"And off you go, until supper Eldarion." She says, hand brushing his soft light brown locks off his eyes before he ran to Arwen, who was read to take him to his classes.

"I really liked today, but I didn't knew human children were so energetic." Legolas muttered under his breath as he watched Eldarion go, turning towards the elven and smiling warmly at her.

"I've heard they can be quite a handful sometimes, but it is not like this one is all human." She says back, hand intertwining in his as them both turn to continue walking their own way around.

"Meleth nin?" He called after some moments of silence, eyes upfront, taking in the blue colors of the sky.

"Yes?" She answered, mesmerized by a few birds that could be heard.

"Want to seat by the trees on the back gardens?" He offers, his thumb rubbing circles against the back of her hand in a loving manner.

"Of course, my love." She answered, using the two words that always got Legolas ears to shine in precious rose tones.

A quite enjoyable breeze that announced the end of spring nearing blew through them, both of their long hairs moving with the wind, Y/N's cheeks feeling relieved by the coldness it still held, just as the sound of it thought the tree branches and the flowers, a fond calmness around it as the two sat next to the other, head on his shoulder as they both stay silent, enjoying the bit of nature the castle had, staying there for around half an hour, maybe even 45 minutes, just appreciating the presence of the other, her eyes fixated on the sky and his closed, concentrated on the sounds his ears could pick up on.

"Y/N?" He whispers, hand finding her pinky fingers, playing with the metal band that adorned it, later leaving loving caresses on the creases of her palm, eyes slowly opening up to look at her who rested on his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"I have been thinking for quite some time now..." He started, his nails drawing flowers on her fingertips. "What if... we had our own little family?"

"A family?" She asks, slightly straightening to look at him, gaze meeting his, noting the way his eyes held a bit of worry hidden behind the want he felt. "Like... children of our own?"

"I'm not saying right now, we are only a bit more than half a century into our relationship and still have quite the time ahead, but after all that has happened in the last decade or so, actually, ever since Smaug and all that, we've seen so many people come and go, I can't help but think of the fact that maybe, just maybe, we don't have that much time as we think we do." He drifts off, looking down to their hands together. "So, only if you want, maybe we can start to settle down a bit, get married in a couple of springs and try to have our own little elven family. What do you think Meleth nin?"

"I... think we are ready" She answers, smiling a bit. "...and even if I hadn't thought about what you said before, the whole losing each other bit, you hold some truth to your words." Words start coming out of her mouth but Legolas notices how her brain is somewhere else, the gears in spinning, short images of her and him married, with one or maybe even two elflings running around what they'd call home don't looking like such a bad idea, the two had started dating around half a decade after the battle in the mountain, a bit above sixty years from this very moment, they've both grown into their own type of love and watched it blossom to the stable relationship you two hold now.

"So..." He starts patiently, hand sneaking to put a bit of hair behind your ear delicately, trying not to touch them too harshly, eyes centered on his live as he saw her wandering around her future words.

"I'd very much like to have a family with you, Legolas, not now, as you say, but in the near future, a little you or a little me running around sounds cute enough for me to like it." She says, nodding and smiling widely, mirroring the grin in his beautiful face, his blue eyes beaming with happiness in his next words.

"Oh, love, we have all the time you need." He says, leaning to kiss her forehead lovingly before returning to their comfortable silence.

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[braindead94]

The sound of rolling dice, is music to my ears

Reader is a small Elf whos task is to delivering important male to Jack Skeleton when she accidently tripped and lost a few letters.

But when she tries to get it back from the Boogeyman that the entire Halloween town warned her about, he offers her a game to win them back.....

(Merry Christmas yall!!! TW:Kidnapping, Gambling, blow job (female receiving), PIV, bugs)

The crisp air of snow and peppermint filled the air along with the sounds of merriment and laughter from the elfs. You smiled brightly as you stroll along the path with a pirk in your step, waving and greeting other elfs that crossed your path in Christmas Town. The bell on your longstock hat jingled as you spun around in the town square, twirling your green skirt with white fluff on the ends while catching snowflakes on your tongue before dashing off to the end of the street and towards the beautiful forest.

Santa had a new idea for Christmas that involved working with Halloween Town favorite resident, Jack Skeleton. Of course, many people here didn’t take up the idea of mingling with the likes of him because… well, their beloved skeleton kidnaps your town's leader for Saint Nick sakes!

But you took it with a cheerful smile and a happy beat in your heart. You were very curious about the folks in that scary town and for the most part, half of the rumors the elfs spread were ALMOST right.

The monsters and ghouls do eat out of the skulls of animals. They do dress in all black and have slime oozing out of them. Half of them are even dead and walking. But what surprised you the most was that they are all so inviting and open to you.

They were curious about you and your town as much as you are of theirs. The idea was that Santa would take the good children letters and the naughty letters go to Jack with little backstory of their bad behavior. He thought it would be a good idea that the Pumpkin King take up the title of Krampus (minus the whipping and kidnapping). All he had to do was scare them a little, just a little and leave coal.

The tall, bony man was thrilled to be part of this fun idea and always greeted you with a wide grin and a spark in his empty eye sockets. Sooner than later, he and many of the residents became good friends of yours. 

Well, except from those oddball kids, Lock, Stock, and Barrel. You paid them no mind when they made fun of your pointy ears and how short you are (you held it in the fact that THEY are short as well). The odd thing was that there would be few bugs around them whenever they appeared, and only to disappear after they left. Or how the insects in Halloween town seemed to follow you about.

You just turn the other cheek and move on when they come onto your path.

Perhaps you could invite some of your friends over to Halloween town one day. Then your whole friends could become one big group so you’ll never have to separate anything anymore.

You hummed a jolly tune as you made your way through the pine trees that slowly dwindled down from thick with wide trunks and brimming with pine leaves to thin and spices. Hiking up your heavy backpack full of tightly packed letters and a box of your homemade Christmas cookies (both chocolate chips and swirl cookies), your wide eyes scanned for your destination.

Seeing the familiar sight of the Holiday doors, you nearly ran over to the pumpkin door and knocked on it, one two three, one two three, one two three four five.

You didn’t have to, but you felt it was only polite to do so before opening it and eagerly jumping in with the brightly colored leaves of red, orange and brown swirled around you and you disappeared into the darkness.

With practice and with muscle memory, you curled up into a ball just when you felt something hard and flat hit your feet, rolling forward and plopping open in the dark and scary forest.

You just got up, dust yourself off and stroll into the well beaten path to the spooky town. The moon was full and bright, almost hurting your eyes as it lighted up your path. The trees around you were tall, lanky and dead with the smell of dried sap and fresh dirt. 

You happily stepped on crisp leaves with your curled up shoes, the bell on your long hat jingled, almost skipping on when you saw you were getting close to the three thick or treaters tree house.

Your lips almost made a scowl but pressed on with lead feet, hoping they weren't home to taunt you or throw rotten apples at you again. You were almost passing by the hill when something hooked on the curl of your green shoe and made you trip.

“Wahhhh!!” You crashed hard, your chin hitting the dirt hard. You cringed in pain as you slowly sat up on your knees, only to see your backpack opened and spilling letters out. “Ohhhh no no no no no!” You muttered as you began to snatch them up and shove it in the pack, never bothering to straighten them out or even if they were getting crinkled with the carelessness of stuffing. Thankfully your cookies were still inside.

You turned to your left to gather more, then to your right to get the rest. 8 letters, 5 letters, only 4 more letters to go-

A gust of wind brushed through your exposed hair and picked up the 4 remaining letters in the air. You could only look in disbelief when it landed only a few feet away from the dreaded treehouse. “How on…” You didn’t bother finishing it when you clamped the pack shut and rushed out to grab the remaining envelopes.

But they moved out of your grasp, very comically like an old silent film actor getting his hat. It was as if they were moving on their own. You huffed in annoyance as you unknowingly got closer and closer to the tree, right at the base where the trunk meets the ground… except you stopped at the unexpected moat that dipped down into darkness.

You halted your progress, almost falling off the ledge as you saw the letters getting carried in the air and through an open window by…

Your eyes widened as you saw many beetles clinging onto the white envelopes, their wings buzzing hard as they slipped into the crack of the window just enough for them.

Blinked at how ridiculous this looked, you sat back on your feet and stared at the trunk. Looking through the glass, you saw nothing but darkness. 

Welp, this is going to be a problem.

You lean your body back to look up at the treehouse, debating whether or not it’s worth bothering the little deviants and ask to look into their basement, or living room, or whatever it is. But the more you think about it, the more scenarios pop up with unfavorable endings.

You think if Jack would be of assistance but then again, he is a busy skeleton and it would only make things worse when they get caught, they would probably heckle you even more later if that were to be.

You nibble on your thumbnail, your mind racing until a new idea pops up. ‘What if I just…. Sneak in?’ You thought. “No, no, breaking in is bad! And besides, I’m sure those letters are not that important.” You reasoned. ‘But Santa does it once a year for Christmas, for a good reason. And he explained that these children are growing up worse and worse each year with no consequences, they would have to learn to behave for the betterment of their adult years and to others.’ Says the reason in your mind.

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the dark window, then to the darkness of the moat. Luckily there was a rope that hung from the branches above, so after you made sure to secure your pack, you clamped onto the rope and climbed down to the glass. Luckily it wasn’t locked and you gently let yourself in.

‘Ohhhhh, this still feels wrong. ’ You think as you waved your arm in the dark to feel the walls. Your hands grasp something long and hard. Your brows frowned at the feel of it, how smooth and wrong it felt. Almost familiar though.

You hung onto it and found more things similar to it on the wall and slowly climbed down until your feet touched the floor. Now with the safety of the ground, you looked around to see… still nothing but you can hear a lot of scuffling. Like lots of tiny little feets scampering about all around you.

Quickly thinking, you reach for your bell and with a small blow, you ring it with a golden chime echoing the room and it begins to glow.

The light wasn’t enough to fill in the whole thing, so you saw it was a big room. Wider and bigger than Mr. and Mrs. Claus' own house. You turned around to the wall you climbed down-

You scream when you see skeletons hanging by their wrists and ankles stretching them out without breaking them apart on chains. Their bones covered in disgusting paint as their skulls looked down at you with their jaw open and their sockets looking at you dully.

You tumbled backward before trying to calm yourself down. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.. It’s just skeletons, you’ve seen them around Halloween Town, you are friends with one. Everything is fi-’ 

You let out another scream when you look down to see bugs of many sizes and shapes skittering all over the floor, some on your green shoes and almost crawling up your red and white stockings.

Immediately, you stomp and kick at them when you hear a deep chuckle behind you. With a snap, the room began to glow bright and the bigs seemed to be repealed by the light. Within seconds, they disappeared into the cracks of the walls before you.

“Don’t pay them too much, little lady. They are only takin’ a good look at cha.” Said a deep, southern voice behind you.

You turned to see the whole room and blinked in surprise. It was a large game room with a wheel with sharp edges and another skeleton strapped in the middle. The floor you were standing on was a circle with red and black boxes with golden numbers and skull painted on the ends and the middle had cracks that indicated that it was holding something inside.

Further ahead of you was a large throne that was built with big dice and coins with insects crawling in and out of it, and on that throne was a very, very large man who looked at you with keen interest.

His face was plump with a wicked smile on his cupid lips, his teeth all crooked and jagged like broken bottles while the ends of his mouth had stitches that extended his smile. He had a thick mustache with a soul patch on his chin with stitches lining underneath that chin all the to the sides of his face until it hid under his ears. He wore black glasses that glinted in the light. 

His black hair groomed back, and his pale skin nearly popped out of his dark, burgundy suit that looked like it was stitched in thick string with a black shirt with a striped, orange and black tie. You looked at the big, stitched up man with a feeling of meeting a hungry lion when you saw him holding the 4 letters in his hands.

“Oh! You have my letters! I’m so sorry for breaking into your home, sir.” You called out as you started to walk towards him, the feeling did not go away as you came closer. “I tripped and lost some of my letters, and for some reason some bugs carried them here. If I may have them back please, I’ll leave your…” You looked around the whole bizarre place for a proper word. “Lovey home.” You finished, now standing in front of him, but still a good few meters away.

Even from this distinct, you could still see how tall he really was, and say how his suit looked a bit tight on him, especially around his belly. He raised a thick eyebrow as he looked over the envelopes in his hands, fanning himself while thinking before giving you a smirk. “No.” 

You blinked with your mouth agape.

“I’m-I’m sorry-”  “Listen here, darlin’,” He began, his southern drawl laying his voice thick as he crossed his leg over the other, his face never losing that hidden sense of humor. “I know you and your boss loves ta break in and all. But here in Halloween Town, we don’t do that. Especially if ya don’t know what type of surprises linger in our homes. ‘Sides, you don’t have anything to trade for these.” He added as he sat back with a lazy grunt.

Your mind becomes jumbled with excuses for Santa and for your rude intruding as you try to apologize to him when you think of the cookies. “Well, if it’s a trade you want sir, I have some treats with me that you could have.” His eyes, so very human for a resident living in a monster filled world, light up at the word treat. “Well, present them here, cutie.” 

Your cheeks turned red as he called you that, nearly fumbling the box out of your backpack. Placing the bag down, you walked up to the man in the chair. It feels odd, so vastly different from Santa Claus, surrounded by kind people and how many children line up to ask him for presents, how his face glowed with warmth and giving. Always have a smile that makes you light up.

This man is the opposite in this lonely game place, letting out a feeling of cold and selfishness, his dark eyes pierced through your soul and even looked at your box with a wide smile as he placed the envelopes on his wide lap as you came up to up. You noticed how your shoulders were just almost taller than his knees. ‘Goodness, he might be taller than Santa himself. ’ You think. 

The man reached out and instead of taking the box off your hands, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer between his now open legs (you saw morse stitches on his hands, one ending on the palm of his hand and around his wrist and on the other around his ring finger). You felt your cheeks becoming warmer as his skin, which felt callused and coarse, still held onto you as he opened the box and let out a delighted ah.

“Well ain’t they just the most de-licious looking treats. Did ya make these yourself?” He asked as he just took one and munch on a chocolate chip cookie. 

You cleared your throat and answered yes, waiting for him to let you go. But he didn’t, he ate another and another, all while still holding onto you. 

“And look at these funny little men with buttons on them! And you get to eat them? You Christmas folks must be darker than I give ya credit for.” He smirked as he took a gingerbread man. You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to finish, mentally sighing and promising to bake more for Sally and the little dead boy with his bat friend. 

Once the tall man in stitches finished all the surgery cookies, he finally let go of your arm and sat back with a consent smile on his face and a few crumbs on his patch. “Well shave my legs and call me Bessy, those are one of the best damn things I’ve ever tasted. What are they called?”

You stepped back with a wayward grin and answered him, then explained how you made them though it looked like he didn’t care about the making process of them as he just wiped away the crumbs with a raggedy rag from his jacket pocket.

“So…um, now that you’ve had your cookies, I’ll take the letters back now-” “Now hang on a minute, little sugar. I never did agree to give them to you if I ate any of your delights. You just walked on up and offered them to me like a present. And isn't that what you folks are all about, given shit away for free?” 

You stood there flabbergasted, trying to bring up reason but thinking back, he never did verbally agree to give them to you. But the way he was implying should have been enough, right?

“Um…” Was all you could say as you fumble with the red box in your hand, trying to come up with something to get those papers back. “You're really dead set on getting them back, huh?” He chuckled, then a gleam of an idea flashing in his eyes and his smile grew, nearly popping the stitches on the sides.

“How about this, you play a game with me. If you win four times, you get your letters back and you get to leave. How does that sound?” You nodded eagerly before you paused. “Wait, what happens if I lose?”

He let out a laugh as he sat back on his throne. “Well that was quick! Most folks would just play my games before even askin’ that question! Well, little missy if you lose,” He leaned back down to you, his body towering over you. The gleam of his glasses shined before his dark pupils almost glowed green in the shadow. “You get to stay here with me.” He whispered. 

You balked at the mere thought of just staying here in this-this empty room of games, stepping away from him. He smirked when you almost tumbled backward that caused you to drop the box. “That-that’s not a fair trade! They are only just papers-” 

“Papers that you are so very anxious to get back, like a kid with fire ants in his pants. Are they really that important to risk your own life to break into an unknown territory and just stroll in without knocking the residents first?” The man exclaimed in his heavy southern drawl, collapsing his hands together. “If ya ask me, that just seems mighty rude to me. Almost naughty. And here I thought all pretty little elfs were supposed to be fucking nice.”

Your face nearly crumbled with shame as you fiddled with your hands. “I-I-I’m so sorry sir-I honestly was just-” that did it, you turned around to the window with tears nearly drawn out of your big eyes. “I’ll just leave you alone and never bother you again.”

“Now hold on there, who says you were a bother?” He asked. You halted as you turned back to him. His smirk still present on his face as he held up one paper. That is out of the envelope. “I am very curious about this,” He reads one of it, raising his glasses on his crooked nose. “Kid named Daniel. What’s so special about him, huh? Causing a ruckus with his family? Need someone to discipline him? Maybe I could pay him a visit and teach him a thing or two.” He drawled on as you made your way back to him with rushed steps.

Your bell jingled as you tried to reach out for the paper but he only sat back and held it higher with a laugh. “Give that back! That is meant for Jack Skeleton!” 

With the mention of the skeleton name made him stop. The air became tense as you heard thousands of bugs scuttling in the walls as if they were retreating. “Jack Skeleton, eh? What, is that big old oaf of a red lobster asking him to deliver presents again? Or just scare them into being good? Well,” 

He smiled wider, wider until the side stitches unravel and his mouth showed more jagged teeth. The glow of his dark eyes showed again as a shadow passed over his face. “Perhaps I could pay the tiny tikes a visit. Scare the living shit out of them myself into being good children.” He whispered, his voice deeper with more voices joining, making him more demonic.

Ice turned your blood cold as your stomach squeezed as he loomed over you. There was no way you could just leave now without those letters. If he knew more about those naughty kids, he could hurt them or worse!

“Let's play a game then!” You squeaked out. “If I win four times then I’ll leave you forever! You won't ever have to hear from me ever again!” His eyes blinked before his side stitches closed up again as leaned back, more calmer but with that same gleam in his eyes.

“A smart decision, little darlin.” He snapped his fingers and a spotlight turned on behind you, pointing to a table and two chairs on each side that popped up behind you.

‘How-when did that-’ The man got up, up and up, startling you to step back as he made his way over to it while stuffing the paper into it’s container. “Now then, what games do you know about, Miss Y/n?” You think as you walk behind him from a safe distance. “Well, I know Uno. That’s a-wait,” You paused, thinking how he was quick to anger when you mentioned Jack just once. 

“Maybe not that game. How about Go Fish? I’m good at Go Fi-” “Sugar, I’m asking for a grown-up game, not some” He waved his hand as he sat in one chair. “Child's card game that’s meant to entertain a pathetic 5-year-old. Nah, I’m talking about a real man's game.”

You felt bristled when he insulted a child but kept it to yourself as you went to your chair and climbed up it, slightly pleased that had the right size to let you be seen from the other side of the table, but it did make it harder to climb up it. You made a hum as your mind raced to think of a new game. ‘Alright, so perhaps he might be interested in board games. Maybe he has Sorry?’

“How about Blackjack, do you know that one?” He asked, whipping out a pack of cards out of nowhere. You blinked as he began to shuffle them in a flashy, elegant way over the table with the green velvet feel, like a magician showing off his magic. Your eyes are drawn to how he flicked one card up into the air and caught the rest.

“Or maybe Poker? I’m always a sucker for Poker. If that aint’ your style,'' He rolled his wrist and out appeared two red dice with skulls on it rolled onto the table. “We can play some roulette. The choice is yours to pick, Y/n.”

You think hard, frowning at the table. “Um… I haven’t played any of those games. I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly. His smile widened, and not in a friendly way. “Well that’s alright sweetie, I’ll teach ya. Lets go with Poker then, always a good one to start off with.” You nodded, at least trusting the process of getting those letters back-

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You added. “That you didn’t, my apologies. Around these parts, they call me the Boogeyman, but my real name is Oogie Boogie.” You felt a tingle of recognition from the name in your mind. The people in Halloween Town have mentioned him but never gotten into too much detail. But they did tell you to never trust the Boogie Man, not even with a little penny or your life.

Well, that isn’t a great start off but you had no choice. “Ok, Mr.Boogie. Let’s play Poker.”

So he spent a few minutes teaching you about the game, sprinkling some bits of it’s…. colorful history. It was kinda hard to understand how it works because of his accent but you slowly understood how the game operates, not that he slowed down for you to catch up when he started to deal with the cards out.

Mr.Boogie was even kind enough to play a few practice rounds before playing the game for real after you won some fake rounds (which he gave you begruttle praise for). 

Then the game really began.

He placed down one envelope in the center of the table with the green velvet on the top. Then he dealt the cards out until you both got an even 5. Following the rules, you peeked at the first two cards.

They were two threes, one diamond and another a club. 

That round was rather short but you managed to win that first round easily with the rest of the three being 6s, two spades and one club. 

Oogie just smiled widely at your winning before dealing for another round while you eagerly get the first letter back.

The next round was a bit harder as you tried to keep your face neutral when you saw you got two aces. You looked at his face, really trying to study him as he looks at his own. He rubbed the soul patch on his chin, deep in thought before going in. You placed it down, then flipped up the rest of the cards when it showed that his cards were just as good as your aces.

It was three more aces.

You let out a cheer of glee as you picked up the second letter while you spun around on your chair, the golden bell at the end of your hat jingled along with your laughter. Oogie patiently waited until you sat back down with a bright smile on your face.

He had his own smile that didn’t look right.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, sug.” he said. Still riding on that winning high, you nodded eagerly. “How ‘bout we throw in some strip poker fer a few rounds?”

That…. Threw you off that high ride. “Strip? As in… stripping wallpaper off?” You asked. The man in stitches let out a belly full laughter, tilting his head as he did so while you felt even more confused and peeved at his bizarre behavior.

After he calmed down enough, he stared at you with a glint inside of the dark pools in the middle of his eyes with a glowing but of green inside of them and said “No little doll. After you lose a hand, you have to take one article of clothing off of you until you're completely naked.”

Your face reddened hard while you dropped your cards on the table as if they caught on fire. “No, no way! Absolutely not! That is very inappropriate and really weird! Why would you want to add that in? Why would anybody play strip poker?!” You shrieked as you crossed your arms.

He just shrugged nonchalantly. “To enhance the experience! It gets folks on the Human side all riled up, make it interesting! Otherwise this whole game would be dull, and you are having a good time ain'tcha? You don’t want to ruin that with just two more rounds, right?”

Your cheeks felt warm but you did pounder on his words for a bit.

The game was starting to get good, and you felt like you had a winning streak going on….. Pulse you have layers of clothing on sooo….

You square up your shoulders, clearing your throat before agreeing with him with a soft okay. 

Oogies face broke out in his grin and his eyes flashed green again.

The first round went quickly as you got new cards, but it ended up with you losing to him. ‘No worries. I have tons of layers.’ You think as you took off your thick red coat and placed it neatly on the back of your chair neatly.

The next round, you lost again, and you slipped your curl toe shoes off and let both of them fall onto the floor limply. The man in front of you huffed in amusement as you continued on with a determined look on your face.

You managed to win the next round with a royal flush, and you squealed in delight and stuck out your tongue at him. Oogie simply smirked at you as he undoes his necktie and plop it onto the table. The next round you won again and gosh! This Poker game is really something else! You let out a whoop when you won the next round.

“Ha! By the time I’m done with this game, I’ll be the Queen of Po-po-poker…” Your excited words trailed off when he sat back and slowly unbuttoned his jacket and instead of taking it off, he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Slowly, one…. By… one as if he was teasing you. 

The stitches from under his chin led down his throat and continued on until he fully opened up his shirt, leaving his plump chest and big belly out for all to see.

You stare at the lines between his pecs and two more split on his belly like a peace sign. Oogie Boogie rested his hands on the table and waited for you to speak up. After a full minute had passed by, you leaned forward and looked him in the eyes through his glasses. “Did that hurt?” You asked with concern.

He looked surprised, as if no one had asked him that before he chuckled a bit, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to grab something. “Nah, sugar. It didn’t hurt me at all.” You nodded, not bothering the thought that he never took off his jacket for the strip poker and continued on. 

Now, you were really taking your time after you lost your candy cane stockings and the only thing that is keeping you properly covered up is your green dress. Your hat is the last article of clothing is your hat, but the bell is your best chance of escaping out of here in case something goes wrong.

“Can we get back to the letters please, I would like to end this soon so I can leave you in peace.” Oogie smirked, his thick eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “Why so anxious to leave little o’ me? Am I really that unbearable to be around with?”

You paled as you shook your head no. “I’m so sorry to give you that impression!” You lied, your ears lowering out of habit. “I just don’t want anyone to worry about meEEEE!” You shrieked and you felt something crawling up your bare leg. You shiver and try to shake it off but it held on as it climbed higher and higher-OH NO! It’s a black widow!!

You stood on your highchair as you try to think of a way to get it off without touching it when a large hand reached out with his palms up next to your waist where the creepy crawly stood. “Come along now darlin’. You’re givin our special guest a fright.” He drawls in his thick southern accent. The spider excitedly hopped on his hand and Oogie raised it up closer to your face before withdrawing it onto his seat.

Your heart was still pounding when you began to sit, then froze as you watched the big man bringing the Black Widow to his belly.

The seams on his belly came undone, then slowly his skin split open to reveal darkness with the sounds of lots of something small and slithering and skittering inside him. The spider crawled out of his hand, over his skin and joined in the rest of the sounds, it’s body seemingly mingling with the rest of the dark.

You watched on with disgust as the skin closed in on itself and the seams stitched itself back together and his belly became whole once more. Your skin felt cold as you just stared at his torso before looking up at him. He sat there leaned back with a smirk. “Enjoying the view, little lady? Well, if ya like, you could unwrap me yourself if you're curious about me.” He winked.

You shudder as you pick up your scattered cards and put your focus into the game.

Unfortunately, your mind was not in the same space as it was before and soon you’ve lost another round. He held out his hand for a letter and, with hesitation, you gave one back to him.

The next hour was spent alternating playing poker then strip poker when you felt you couldn’t handle losing a letter. He took off his jacket, leaving his shirt on and unbutton while you took off your fingerless gloves, necklace and after making an uneasy decision, took off your green dress rather than your hat.

If something were to happen, you’ll ring it for a quick emergency.

You could feel the man with the bugs eyes burning onto your bare skin as you shimmy out of it, your cheeks and the tip of your ears blushing hard as you folded it neatly and put it on your lap. Something told you that he might try to take your dress if you leave it unintended. Now you were just wearing a tank top that rested over your bra and stripped panties.

Of course, that decision didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now why take that dress rather than your hat. Granted, you look more adorable, tasty then a slut in the best whorehouse in the world, but I’m just wonderin.” Your face grew red as you stayed silent and picked up your cards again.

He let out a deep chuckle and looked at his cards. You looked into yours and nearly broke out in a grin. It was another royal flush. You nearly wiggled in your seat as you eyed up the very last, nearly crumbled letter that sits too close to Oogie Boogie. You are almost home free!

But then you started to notice the discarded pile and how high it is. You recounted the mount of times he redealt the cards after three rounds, that should have been enough to mix the cards up, right?

You then remember you’ve played an Ace of clubs in one round then the very next one, HE had an Ace of clubs in his winning deck.

“Wait a minute…” You placed your cards down as you leer at the tall man across from you. He glanced up, a knowing look placed in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Are you… cheating?” You asked with a hushed voice. Oogie Boogie just paused before his face broke out in a wide, wide grin. “Took ya long enough.” He said, nearly snickering as he dumped his cards on the table.

You slam your fist on the table, red bloomed on your face as you stood on your chair to scold closer at him. “That isn’t right!? Do you know how dishonest that is? How it ruins the game?! Now this isn’t even a real winning!!” You yelled, your voice nearly breaking from the lack of how much you’ve let your anger go.

“Well then I guess I’ll have those letters back then.” He pointed out, raising a hand with a smile. You blinked, then looked back at the envelopes and paled. Oh no…

“I…” You stutter out but your shoulders crumble downward. He’s right, you didn’t properly win them. So with a heavy hand, you gave it back to him, which he eagerly accepted. But his hand got a bit too close to yours, nearly grazing skin to cold skin.

“How about this, doll face,” Said Oogie with a mocking look of symphony as he collapsed his hands on the table. You waited as you sat down and crossed your arms to warm yourself up. ‘Fudge, I’ll need to get dressed quickly-’ 

“Let’s play a different game, no tricks, no cheating. Just an honest game of chance.” He said. You blinked at him again. “Y-y-you’re serious?” “As serious as a heart attack, sugar.” He quipped back.

You think about it, really think hard on it. 

He’s been cheating, probably from the very beginning. Maybe he didn’t even teach you all the rules of the game and you completely fell for it like a cotton headed ninnymuger!

“Alright, but it has to be with a game I know.” You demanded. He shrugged and sat back with a small grunt. “So, what do ya reckon? Miss.Y/n?” 

You ponder… and ponder… then a game up with a game that both Humans and Elfs play. If your kind and Humans know how to play it, then surely he might know. “Do you know the game Passage?”

He smiled wider as he took out his 6 pair of dice he showed you earlier and proceeded to do fancy tricks on his fingers. “I sure do, Y/n.”

You beamed, glad to have something going in your favor. “Good! Then if I win, I get the letters back, not one by one, all of them. And if you win-” “Then you get to stay here with me, little lady.” He smirked. A shiver slither up your spine as the cold settles in your blood. You swallow your fear as you nodded with a firm look on your face. 

“Deal…. but why-” He cut you off when he cleared the table by swiping his arm across the table, totally disregarding the nice-looking cards and set the dice on the table. Oogie just smirked at your shocked face as he held out his hand with two dice with snake details on it. “Ladies first.”

You both play the first round with no issues so far. You gained 3 points, then 5, then Oogie get 7 points. 

“Well well well, looks like you are losing pretty quickly, Y/n. If I were you, I’d start praying for a Christmas Miricale.” He taunted, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. You just huffed and started to roll with great vigor, anxiety riddled your mind when it dawned on you.

You’ve never told him your name.

Your body froze at the revelation. Your heartbeats almost stopped. Oogie Boogie looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter? Lost interest in getting these babies back?” He asked. You only stare back at him as you slowly gather up your courage and ask “How did you know my name?”

The second you asked, he grinned wolf like with jagged teeth. “Hehehehe….. You are way smarter than you give off, sugar.”

Your body jerked to get off the highchair, landing awkwardly as you stumbled to get away from the man in stitches getting up from his seat, your body hurting from the fall, no doubt you’ll be getting scabs from crawling back. 

“How-how did you know my name?!” you demanded, shivering as your ears lowered down until your hand felt something slimy. You let out a shriek and stopped when you saw a whole menagerie of bugs crawling behind you as if to keep you from reaching to the wall, the only escape from HIM.

His footsteps were loud compared to Santas as he strolled leisurely to you, his black shirt still unbuttoned and his hands in his pockets. “Why, with my little friends, of course! I like to keep in touch with my ‘neighbors’ above, just to stay in the know-how. So imagine my surprise when I see cute little you strolling in with that little bell hat chatting with the Halloween folk, being all buddy buddy with them for the past few months. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time now, and just the mere sight of you,” He let out a low whistle with a smirk, eyeing your body as a patron would at a butcher shop. “Just gets me all riled up.” 

You suddenly remember the golden bell, your only chance to get out of here! Your hand shot out to grab it when something slithered around your hat and tugged back. With a yelp, you turn around to see a large snake in yellow and black stripes slinking backward to the rising crowd of bugs, beetles and flys swarming around you as you try to make a grab for it. Only to have a pair of large, and stitched up hands slip underneath your arms and lift you up, up, up and up.

“Now, let me get a proper look atcha.” He grumbled with delight as he brought you chest to chest with him. Your legs dangled underneath you as your arms were pinned against his bare chest. You could only look up at him with your widened eyes colored in fear, which only made him chuckle. 

“Now if you ain’t just the cutest sight, I don’t know who is.” Oogie muttered, bringing your back to the table with ease. You only wiggled, really that all you could do as you pleaded with him was images of his stitches opening up to release his inner army of bugs crawling and feasting on your flesh and bones flashed through your mind. “Please! Please don’t eat me! I’m not that tasty!” You yelled, shutting your eyes as you tried to kick his stomach.

But that only made him laugh.

“Oh I do intend to do just that, sugar. But not in a way your thinkin.” He giggled as he rubbed the back of his hand over your cheek, his eyes just lighted up in excitment. In the haze of your fear, you felt…..confused by that statement. 

“Wha-what do-” You let out a yelp when he plopped you to the table, the thumb of your body made the dice roll over the table, but Oogie paid it no mind. “Just follow my lead, dollface.” He drawled as he planted his hands beside your head before leaning down to kiss your gasped lips.

You let out another yelp in the kiss as his tongue dominated the kiss, cold and slimy as his jagged teeth grazed over your lips. Your heart bounded in fear and sorrow, almost morning over the loss of your first kiss. You try to push him away on his shoulders but he only pressed his body against yours, further trapping you. 

Your breathing became ragged, feeling more trapped as he nipped and sucked at your lips, nearly breaking skin as he continued down your neck, suckling and leaving big red marks. You felt scared, you wanted OUT but….. Why was this feeling so good?

“Why? Why are you doing thi-” He placed his hand over your mouth, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t ask such questions, Y/n. Just focus on how nice it feels. Doesn't this feel good? Have you ever been fucked before?” That was a word you’ve heard while visiting the Human side, so vulgar, so vile… but why does it feel okay?

“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, his smile widening then before. You shut your eyes as you shook your head no. “Awwh, well then,” His face came back up to yours, his eyes glowing green as he peered into yours. “ You are in for a treat.” Oogie hissed delightfully before you felt a hand slip into your underwear and rip it off.

You shriek on his thumb as the man leaned back, appearing to sit down at his chair again and kiss at the base of your mound, his beard scratching the delicate part of your skin. Your hands scratched at his hand that was holding you down until something slithered around your wrists and yanked them back.

He parted your shivering legs and cooed at you. “Aw, what’s the matter, little elf? Feelin nervous? Well, don’t worry your pretty mind over it.” You looked down to plead with him to stop, trying to ignore the hot feelings that refused to leave when you froze when his mouth widened up again. The stitches become undone and two black tongue-like appendages slithered out to lick his teeth, one red and black stripped, the other yellow and black. “I'll calm those frenzy nerves of yours down in no time.” 

His hands gripped your thighs hard as he lowered his lips to your folds and-OH GOODNESS!

Ecstasy pounded into your veins, a newfound experience that you felt for the first time as one tongue licked up and down your clit while another gently poked into your pussy. Your skin felt warm, your stomach felt warmer still with something tightening. Your cunt clenched around that one tongue as he ate you out harder, harder, sucking on your clit as the other just slathered drool over your folds.

You began to gasp in more air, your back arched in pleasure while his huge hands ghosted up to your hips to hold you still with a bruise like grip. You whimper as you felt the core in your belly grew tighter, tighter, tighteerrr-

Oogie chuckles rumbled through his body and into yours and he thrusted one tongue and sucked HARD and you snapped.

You scream loudly while you arched up as pleasure bloomed through your mind and body, almost trembling when he sat up straighter with juices from your pussy and drool connecting to your throbbing folds. The black and yellow tongue licked around his lips and his mouth closed a bit until it looked ‘normal’ as he look at your trembling body with sickening pride.

“Ya like that, little doll?” You blinked away your tears, your face and body almost red as you panted to regain your breathing back. He laughed as he slid his hands under your tank top and under your bra until his fingers gripped your breasts. You shivered-Oh wow, his hands are MASSIVE!

“God, I’ve wanted you the moment I saw ya when you stepped into the courthouse. All dressed up in that pretty little outfit, that stupid bell ringing with ever’ step, fuck I wanted to just sneak into your town and snatch you up myself.” He confessed as he kissed your neck, nipping again.

“But I waited fer the perfect moment, the right timing to snatch you up and now you’re here. Mine fer the taken, mine to have…” He trailed off as his slick lips trailed up to your own. You turned your head away in disgust, but he caught your lips and kissed you hard again as lovers would go after never seeing each other.

Oogie then ripped your top apart along with your bra as he muttered obscure things. “Gonna stuff ya until you burst, gonna fuck your tiny cunt-fuck!” He sat up, his glasses slightly crooked on his own crooked nose as he unbuckled his pants with hast.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when his hard dick sprung out. His handsome, plump face smirked, almost preemed when he saw your expression. “You really must be a virgin, huh little elf?” You shivered at the excitement in his southern voice as he lowered his body over yours, angling his thick cock to your cunt while placing his hands over your trapped ones.

“Don’t fret, Y/n…” He purred, grinning like a shark. “I’ll be gentle.” You felt him lie as he suddenly snapped his hips forward and-

You screamed at the foreign and painful feeling of having something in your pussy, the feeling of getting practically FULL nearly blinded you, but it felt so, so GOOD! Your body, already overstimulated, began to shake under him again.

Your face scrunched as your body was trying to adjust to him as Oogie cackled, throwing his head back and his mouth widening again. You froze when you saw he stitches his between his chest slowly opening, going down until his belly and you whimpered when some snakes and thick centipedes slithered out and dropped on your body.

“Don’t focus on them, sugar, just focus on how good I’m makin ya.” Oogie whispered in your ear as he began to thrust slowly. You moaned as the feeling of pain left and was replaced by ecstasy and hot. The gross animals on your body began to move all over your skin, slithering and crawling, making your over sensitive skin prickly and warm.

You whine as he nips and sucks at your neck again, his mustache and soul patch rubbing against your skin in the right way as the snakes wrapped around your tits and squeeze gently. The centipedes formed a line around your waist, their tiny feet almost tickling that would make you giggle if Oogie wasn’t kissing you again, and wrapped themselves around and around until they covered your entire waist and squeezed too.

The big man's thrusting began to get harsher, rougher as if he was impatient. Oogie grunted as he held your face with his hands and kissed harder and harder. You mewled in the kiss, tasting your cum, your body feeling so many things at once, the centipede's tight hold managed to hug your waist even when his dick was stuffing your cunt until it bulged.

“I’m so-so close, sugar. Fuck, your pussy is so tight! ” He growled, biting your lip. His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming down your face as the snake's head rested on top of your chest and licked your nipples.

“So tight fer me, so good fer me, I’m going to stuff your cunt until your full!” His thrusting became harder as your core began to get tighter again. Your mind was blank, nearly gone by just how good this all feels.

Then he snapped hard one last time and you felt something warming your inside as you became undone again.

Your ears started to ring while your body felt floppy, loose on the table while Oogie Boogie panted over you. The snakes and the centipedes unwrapped themselves and crawled off of your sweaty body and towards the middle of your chest when you felt Oogies belly opened up and they disappeared inside.

He stood up and started to button up his black shirt, smiling as if he just won the prize at the carnival fair. You just lay still and just breathe slowly as your mind felt empty, clouded by the leftover high and passion. He chuckled as he buckled up his pants as his eyes wandered over your small body. Over your curves, the dips of the hips, how wet your cunt looks, and how glazed your big eyes are.

“Yeah…” He muttered to himself as he scooped you up, his big hand brushing into your tangled hair to cup your head before he turned around to his room. “I think you’re gonna stay here fer a really long time, little sugar…”

#molina verse #big boss #minors do not interact #minors dni #fanfic #Elf!reader #tw: monster fucking #tw kidnapping

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"Don't marry him."

2021 Month of Writing: Day 30

Pairing: Thranduil x reader (takes place after the Hobbit)

Prompt:

Word Count: 2,614

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Y/N walked slowly through the garden. Her mind was in a hundred different places, overwhelmed to the point that she didn’t hear someone approaching her. She jumped when a hand lightly touched her arm. She spun quickly, sighing in relief when she saw Thranduil standing behind her. 

“You startled me,” she said with a small laugh.

“That was not my intention,” he replied, offering a smile of his own. “Are you all right?”

“Hm? Oh yes. I am fine.”

Thranduil tilted his head. His eyes narrowed slightly, but not in a menacing way. More like he was studying her.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/N. Something is bothering you.”

Y/N looked down. He always knew. They had been friends for a long time, so of course he did. 

“You know me well.”

“I’d like to think so. We have been friends for hundreds of years now.”

“Nine hundred and ninety-three.”

Thranduil smiled slightly, nodding. He had not lost track either.

“Tell me, Y/N. What troubles you?”

“Danir asked for my hand,” she breathed.

Thranduil froze. It took his mind a moment to catch up, and a moment longer for him to open his mouth to speak.

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“I was not aware that you two were courting.”

“We are not. But he asked me anyway.”

“What was your response?”

“I couldn’t give one. Not then.” She ran a hand through her long hair. “I’m still thinking it over. Generally, it’s a smart match. He has good wages, so he’d be able to support his family. I don’t know much about him personally, though.”

“But could you love him?”

Y/N stopped.

Love.

It was something she always said she wanted. She had told Thranduil several times that she wanted to marry for love and not settle. She wanted to have a true, honest connection with a potential suitor before she considered marrying them. But she was aging. Most elleths her age were already wed and bearing children. Danir had approached her with an offer, one that could have a favorable outcome, but romantically?

“I’m not sure,” Y/N replied honestly. “I suppose with time, you can learn to love anyone.”

Thranduil nodded, but his body felt numb. He took a step back from her.

“I have disturbed you long enough,” he said. “I have duties I should return to, and you apparently have a decision to think over.” He bowed slightly at the waist. “Tenna’ ento lye omenta.” (“Until next we meet.”)

Before Y/N could respond, Thranduil turned away, his cloak fluttering behind him. His strides were long, carrying him quickly away from her and out of the garden.

Y/N watched him go, slightly concerned by his sudden change in emotion. She knew he had a habit of shutting people out, but she had rarely been one of them. They were always open with one another. That was what was so lovely about their relationship. Through the centuries, there had grown a deep bond of trust with one another, one that Y/N felt could not be broken. Not easily at least.

She hoped that whatever was bothering him would resolve itself. She would not interfere unless asked, but she would remain available in case he sought her out again. With one last glance in the direction the king had gone, she continued on in the other direction.

“Y/N.”

The elleth looked up from her book. A smile graced her features when she recognized the man at the doorway.

“Legolas,” she greeted. “Please, come in.” He entered the room and took the offered seat next to her. Y/N has been hiding away in the library, trying to clear her mind. There were too many things to be thinking about at the moment that they were starting to become overwhelming. “How can I help you, my prince?”

“Please, there is no need to call me by my title,” Legolas replied. He looked at her. “You and my father have been too close for you to start using titles now. You’ve been around most of my life, you know.”

“Believe me, I have not forgotten. I still remember a time where you struggled to pull the string of your bow back.”

The two chuckled at the shared memory. Y/N closed her book and set it to the side so she could give Legolas her full attention.

“You avoided my question, Legolas. Is there something I can do for you?”

Maybe just a simple walk through the castle. Or even through the nearby market. Perhaps he wanted to train a little. It had been a while since the two of them had trained together-

“Don’t marry him.”

She blinked in surprise. That is not at all what she was expecting him to say.

“What?”

“Danir. I know that he asked for your hand.” He looked at her, staring her in the eye as he spoke. “Don’t accept his proposal.”

“How- Wha- Legolas, why are you saying such things?”

“Because he is not the man you should tie your life to.”

“Why would you say that? He has the means to take care of a family.”

“And you don’t already? You are one of the most, if not the most successful swordsmiths in the Woodland Realm. You have people from all over Middle Earth asking for your skills. You have the means to take care of your own family.”

Y/N glanced away. She knew it was true. She was practically employed by the king, so she was paid handsomely for her craftsmanship. Not to mention the orders that came in every now and then from neighboring kingdoms and beyond.

“Perhaps I do. But that doesn’t mean I can’t marry him.”

“He doesn’t love you, Y/N.” Legolas grabbed her hands. “I have overheard him in the past. He is not one to remain committed. The very day he asked for your hand, he was flirting with another elleth. Amin hiraetha.” (“I’m sorry.”)

Y/N stood up and slowly walked to the small balcony. The sun was still in the sky, but was beginning to descend behind the treetops of the forest. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the window frame.

“I’ve heard of his drinking habits as well,” she commented. “The soldiers tend to gossip more than the palace maids.” She sighed. “I’m not getting younger. I don’t mean that in a way that sounds like that’s a bad thing. I’m just merely stating. There are not many ellon who are looking for an older wife, especially not one that would prefer to callous her hands by creating weapons instead of music.”

“That is not true.”

Y/N looked at him from over her shoulder.

“What?”

“Your words are not true. I know of someone who wants nothing more than to be with you.” She continued to look at him, confused. “My father.”

Y/N’s jaw nearly fell to the ground in shock. Thranduil? That couldn’t be. It… no, that wasn’t an option.

“Lle wethrine amin.” (“You deceive me.”)

“I assure you, I do not. I would not have said so otherwise, Y/N.” He slowly walked toward her. “He cares for you. For as long as I can remember, he has had his eye on you and only you.”

“No.” She was shaking her head.

“I am telling the truth. After my mother’s passing, he was cold. He spoke to no one unless it was a command. Even then, he was like stone. No one could get through to him. Until he met you. He changed after that. Like you forge metal, you made him into a new man.”

“He can’t… he can’t care for me. Not that way.”

Legolas looked at her, confused as to why she was trying so hard to deny his words.

“What are you talking about?”

“He is the king. I’m a swordsmith. We should barely be friends, Legolas. Why would he love someone who can give him nothing?”

“Nothing? What about love? Happiness? Peace? A family? He could care less if you have no land to give, or no title to your name. He cares for you the way you already are.”

Y/N could barely think. Thranduil… cared about her. Potentially loved her. Was that why his mood had soured so quickly in the garden? She looked back through her memories, trying to find the pieces she had missed over the years. The looks that might suggest he felt for her the same things she…

She looked at Legolas.

“I’ve been a fool,” she muttered.

He couldn’t help but smile.

“So you’ve realized it.”

She nodded.

“I need your help, Legolas.”

“Amin naa lle nai.” (“I am yours to command.”)

“Legolas tells me that you summoned me?”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, smiling when she saw Thranduil standing there. He was dressed in silver robes that seemed to dance in the mixture of fire and moonlight.

“Yes. Hama sinome. I’m almost finished.” (“Have a seat.”)

She listened as Thranduil did as she asked. She focused on the item before her, using her tools to add the final details she felt it needed. From her position, she could see Thranduil perfectly well; he was seated in a larger comfortable chair that she had for when she was waiting for projects to cool or when she needed a rest. It also served as a good place for the elven king to sit when he came to visit. The disadvantage from his perspective was that he could not see what she was hunched over.

“I’ve had a pretty eventful day today,” she said.

“Is that right?” She hummed. “How so?”

“For starters, I told Danir no.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Thranduil tense, which made her smile.

“Why?”

She shrugged, brushing away the little shavings of metal from her workplace.

“We would not fit well together. And I realized I could not love someone while my heart belonged to another.”

Again, she saw Thranduil tense.

“Another?”

Y/N almost wanted to laugh at the fact that she had reduced him to single word answers.

“Yes. Before, I had thought that my love could not be returned, so I buried it. What I had not realized was that while I was burying my own feelings, I was blind to the fact that my love had the potential to be returned.”

“May I ask who this man is?”

She could tell he was trying to hide the hurt. Now that she knew, she could tell. He wanted to sound happy for her, but they had known each other long enough that he couldn’t hide much from her.

Y/N brushed off her project and picked it up.

“In a moment, indoer. Kwara sina ten’amin.” (“Hold this for me.”)

She tossed the item to him so quickly that he had no chance to respond. He caught it in midair, but was giving her a playful glare.

“Moody one?” he questioned, referring to the name she had called him.

She simply smiled and nodded to what was now in his hand. She had spent all afternoon and evening working on the beautiful ring in his hand. It was designed to look like branches, woven with leaves and antlers. Scattered around it were several small diamonds, which Legolas had kindly shared from the White Gems of Lasgalen. 

Thranduil ran his fingers over the ring, tracing the patterns she had spent hours on.

“It’s beautiful,” he complimented. “But that is to be expected from a talented crafter like yourself.”

“You didn’t see the inner engraving.”

He turned the ring at an angle to properly see what she was talking about.

“Ui mela en’ coiamin. Everlasting love of my life.” He smiled at her, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m sure the ellon who gets this is going to love it. You must be looking forward to giving it to him.”

“I already have.”

His eyes shot to meet hers. He looked so stunned that it made Y/N laugh. She stood up and approached him. She carefully wrapped her hands around his larger one, the one holding the ring. 

“Legolas told me,” she said, her voice softer now. She wasn’t sure how he was going to react. “He had heard about Danir’s proposal and came to me. He said that there was someone who truly wanted me. Someone who did not care that I was a simple swordsmith with no title.”

As she lifted her gaze to look at him, she felt him move as well. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She nearly fell over but managed to catch herself on the back of the chair. However, she had ended up in his lap, held tightly in his arms. 

“Meleth nîn,” he said into her chest. (“My love.”)

Y/N smiled and hugged him back. She did not know how much time had passed as they held one another, nor did she care. She would gladly remain in his embrace forever. Eventually, he did pull away, revealing the large smile on his face as he looked up at her.

“I love you,” he said.

She smiled back at him.

“I love you,” she said, pressing their foreheads together.

“You know,” Thranduil said after a moment. “It is quite unfair that you got me a ring first.”

Y/N laughed.

“Well then. You’ll just have to help me make another.”

“I suppose I shall. But first,” he stood up, helping her set her feet on the ground before pressing a kiss to her hand, “I believe rest is in order.”

“And perhaps a light meal. I think I skipped dinner.”

“I shall have someone bring it up to our chambers.”

“Our?”

He smiled.

“Did you think I was going to let you go after this? You’re mine, love, and I do not intend to be separated from you unless absolutely necessary.”

“Woah.”

Y/N smiled at the awed faces before her.

“What happened after that?” Farryn asked. The little elleth had been engrossed since the beginning of her mother’s story.

“Your ada and I made my ring together.” She turned her hand so they could see the metal ring that glistened with gems. “We courted for a time before getting married.”

“And then you had us?” Gailon asked.

“Well first we had Rîndir, then we had you and Farryn.” She smiled down at her three children. “And we are so happy that we did because we love you all so, so much.”

“Will you tell us another?” Rîndir asked.

Y/N hugged her eldest son, chuckling.

“Not tonight,” she said. “It’s time for bed.” The three started to complain. “Don’t start. Remember, Legolas promised to teach you all how to shoot an arrow tomorrow. You have to be rested for that.”

The children cheered and hurriedly climbed into bed, making their mother laugh as she tucked them in.

Thranduil smiled from the doorway, watching as his wife kissed each of their children on their foreheads and whispered goodnight. He reached out to her as she finally approached, smiling at her. They gently shut the door behind them and made their way to their own room.

“Quite a story to tell before bed,” Thranduil remarked.

“Farryn wanted a love story,” Y/N replied. “Rîndir wanted one about his adar and Gailon wanted a story about his naneth. I had to compromise somewhere.”

Thranduil gently kissed his wife, smiling down at her.

“A perfect story then. I’m rather fond of the ending.”

Y/N smiled.

“So am I. Though I do believe the story is just beginning.”

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Anyways… lets hope I actually write it instead of writing like 2 pages and just abandoning it.😬😬

NOTE: they’re black… im making the main character melanated im sorry guys but… theres barely any brown people in the LOTR and… the idea of an elf with locs? I mean like think about it… thats so fuckin hot like think about it!!!

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[hyuukais]

We’ll Be Okay

After six months in the castle, it’s the first time you will be attending a formal occasion on the arm of your partner, the prince. Despite his hesitation, you choose to remain steadfast in your belief that everything will be just fine.

Word Count: 3.1k

Genres: Prince! Hueningkai x Elf! Reader, fantasy au, fluff, angst

Warnings: fantasy/fictional racism/discrimination, self-doubt, people are just generally sucky to the reader, pg-13

Author: This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent any real people or their beliefs. anyways yasss huening day !! also (i’ve said this like so much but i really mean it) thank you so much @bluhr​ for beta reading !!!

Gray clouds scrape the ground, weeping into the grasses and ponds. The sun, too, is drowned out in the sky's sorrows. Trees whip and sway with the world's howling cries, and all creatures are tucked away from the looming darkness—all except for you. As a league of storms has begun rolling over the capital, you’ve found yourself in its midst. Letting drop after drop of rain pound into your skin. You let the water run down your cheeks and join at your feet. Let it cool the flames raging in your gut and soften the shell of your face. You look up to the sky you’ve always loved and feel the rain comfort the freshest of your wounds. You’d been lying to yourself, too blind to recognize the turmoil stirring within you. It was all so stupid to even think safety would ever find you; to believe harmony would grace you with its embrace. In the end, perhaps you truly could never live happily with your lover.

Many Hours Earlier

Loud shuffling persists in the hall outside your room. Since the break of dawn, there has been footstep after footstep pacing outside your bedroom.  After six months of residing within the castle, something of this nature had never happened before; your sleep-addled mind couldn’t begin to fathom who was up at this hour. You’d tried turning over and burrowing deeper into the sheets, but the unease in their footwork would not let you rest. They kept pacing and pacing and pacing. Throwing the sheets off your hips, your feet join in theirs, walking to the door. You pull the hinges open to reveal the pacer in all their glory.

Huening’s bulging eyes met yours swiftly. “Kai?”

“Oh, I-Y/n. Did-did I wake you? I’m sorry. That was certainly not my intent.”

“No, no. It’s okay, love.” You trail over to him, taking his jittery hands in yours, and scanning his pajama-clad figure in the little light offered, “What has you awake this early?”

“I…” A sigh leaves him, “I was worrying…about you.”

“Huh? But, I’m perfectly fine, Hyuka.” You laugh and press your joint hands over your heart, feeling its soft beat, “See?”

The action draws a laugh and smile from your lover as he shakes his head, “No, I-I know that you’re in good health, and I certainly hope you’d share with me if you weren’t. I’ve just been thinking about the party.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, Y/n, you know I want to protect you and almost everyone coming is some sort of important person from any form of nobility. They’re steadfast in their traditional beliefs and loose-lipped with their mockery. I-I’m…fearful of what words may come about you, they may try to hurt you…” His last words are soft, scared. There’s no subtlety in how his eyes drift from the points of your ears to the two, large, midnight horns curling out from your head. It’s suddenly far clearer why your lover had spent his last waking hours before his birthday pacing. 

After Kai had brought you forth before his father and divulged the reasoning behind his constant disappearances when sneaking off to meet you, word spread fast among noble society. The young prince had taken on an elven companion for whom he’d skip dinners and duties. And it was for this companion that Kai had fought, pleaded, with the king to allow you into his life in the fullest manner. The idea that the crowned prince had been prepared to sacrifice the only life he’d known for an elf. A creature which, in polite society nowadays, would be sneered at, yet no later than 60-years-ago, would be enslaved or even killed. It sent shock waves through the upper ranks, even more so when the king accepted you into the castle.

“Love,” You smile as best you can and move a hand to Hueningkai’s cheek, “you and I have known since the beginning that the world would have little nice to say about us. But we are safe here. As long as I have you, no words have meaning but those of kindness. Please do not fret over things that will hold no weight in my heart. It is almost your birthday and you should enjoy it with a full night’s rest. Okay?”

Before you, Kai’s form deflated, leaning into the warmth of your hand. A glimmer of apprehension remained within his eyes yet he softly nodded at your suggestions, “Okay.”

His palms rested upon your cheeks, lightly squishing them, before moving his lips upwards. Kai left a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, Y/n. I’ll see you in the morning.” Despite the words of farewell, his feet remained plated before you. Eyes matched, neither of you made a move forward or back, instead basking in thick silence. The moment fell away with your hands squeezing his as they moved off your face.

“Goodnight, Kai. Happy Birthday.”

The rest of your night passed uneventfully, sleep following you back to bed. The moon melted back into the horizon and the sun crept up in its absence. By the time you finally awoke to the day, the light had almost reached its crest, and workers of all kinds came bustling down the halls. You were woken up by the smiling face of a young servant jerking open the curtains.

“Good morning, your majesty.”

“Huh?” Hands batting at your eyelids, you struggle to adjust to the clouded light.

“Haha, it seems someone had a late night!”

Finally seeing clearly, you’re met with the familiar face of the handmaiden who’d been tasked with taking care of you and your things while in the castle. She’d been nothing but kind and stayed with you despite your discomfort with having servants to wait on you, hand and foot. Though that discomfort hadn’t particularly faded, she showed up every morning and evening, like clockwork. Preparing clothes for the day ahead and drawing baths to settle the day’s ache. Today, it was apparent that she’d allowed you to remain in bed past your usual morning wake-up call. Whether or not she knew about your small meeting with your partner in the darkness, you couldn’t tell.

“Yes, I-uh, I found it rather hard to fall asleep last night.” Feet off the bed, you watch her flit around, “Miss Sarah, truly, you do not have to worry about me. I am capable of preparing myself.”

“No can do, your highness.”

“Please, at least, call me Y/n. I am of no higher status than you, Ma’am.”

She pauses for a moment at your words before continuing, “Well, Y/n, I have very strict instructions to prepare you for today’s festivities. It is not good to leave guests waiting. Up, up.”

You finally rise only to be whisked into Sarah’s flurry. Time rushes past as you are primed and prepped to impress countless court officials and members of royalty. Thunder rolled across the graying sky as she finished putting the final touches on you. 

“That should be…it!” She gestured to the corner's full-length mirror, “Have a look.”

Stepping in front of the reflection made your stomach wobble. Looking back from the mirror was the most expensively dressed person you’d ever seen, but it certainly wasn’t you. “I…uh…Miss Sarah?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Who…who requested this outfit for me?”

“The King. He said he wished for only the best for his son’s partner.”

“…Oh.” The styling was an obvious ploy to distract the eye from what stood out, pulling attention away from the edge of your ears to the array of colors glittering across your cheeks. Nothing significant could be done to disguise your horns so every inch of fabric seemed to shine in eye-catching hues, drawing stares downward. You couldn’t be entirely sure why the question slipped out. Perhaps it was how every cloth and jewel presented everything you were not: rich, mannered, respected. Perhaps it was the darkest depths of your head spilling over your heart, building a twinging fear that the clothing had come from Kai; your lover was embarrassed to be seen with you as you were.

No. From the moment you’d met, Huening had been so obviously enraptured with everything about you and made sure to constantly reassure you as such. You shook your head and turned from the mirror.

“Thank you for your help, Ma’am.”

Sarah simply nodded, “The guards will escort you to the banquet hall .”

Everywhere you looked was an unfamiliar face. Wide eyes and deafening silence met you at the great oak doors framing your entrance. Heads turned and stared unapologetically as obvious whispers started up. The sounds came from all around, huffing beneath breaths and clicking against teeth. Eyes remained locked on your shaking frame, like a caged animal, a spectacle to behold and belittle. The sky roared out, swallowing everyone’s words, causing you to flinch. Finally, Hueningkai appeared to take your hand. His eyes swam with stars and worry while bringing your hand to his mouth.

“You look wonderful, my love.” The kiss went unfelt against the cloth of your glove.

“As do you.”

It seemed his arrival sent the guests back to their own conversations as chatter picked up once again. Kai led you to a small table at the head of the room where just enough seats were placed to sit the royal family. His parents standing in front of it, greeting guests and watching over the room, welcome you over.

“Hello, Y/n, you look amazing, dear.” His mother smiled.

“Oh-um, thank you, your highness. You look great as well.”

“I see my request made its way to you.” The King followed suit, smiling with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

Huenings brow falls, scrunching up, “What request, father?”

“Nothing you need be worried about, son.” The finality of the words seemed to stop any more questions for Kai, though he still turned to you with a questioning look. You only shook your head. Kai’s parents moved away from the table, into the crowds, seemingly to catch up with familiar faces. That left you and Hueningkai standing side by side, eyes glancing over the bunches of people in the room.

“There’s a lot more people than I expected.”

“Yes, well, any party is a good diplomatic opportunity. I don’t believe I even know most of these people.”

You chuckle, catching Huening's smile. “Perhaps, next time, you should ask for control of the guest list.”

“Well, then I’d only invite around 5 people. That’s not much of a party.”

“It could be if you make it so.”

He laughs along with your words, tucking his hand between your fingers. Mouth curled wide and eyes like crescents, you watched the way Kai carried himself in this setting. He’d been dressed head to toe in jewels and silk fabrics. A fitted jacket curved against his arms, covering most of the white shirt beneath, and framing its ruffled collar. Paired with the multitude of golden accents, and a priceless crown balanced perfectly upon his hair, Huening truly looked like a Prince. He stood straight and shook hands firmly. Bowed and smiled with just the amount of respect needed. Every movement was precise and every word was calculated. He was raised to be here.

“This is quite the party you’ve thrown, Young Prince.” An apathetic voice was quick to cut through your musings.

Huening swiftly bows to the older woman, “Lady Bin, I’m glad that you could make it.”

“It’s your 20th birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Haha, thank you. How is the Lord doing?”

“Very well. He’s been rather busy as of late, dealing with a few complaints in the Eastern Forests.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just a small village of elves upset about hunters in the area. Something something hurting important wildlife. You know how those things go. We were able to shut them up for now.”

“O-oh…” Huening’s eyes met yours in a side glance, the kind smile he sported obviously strained. You could tell those nerves of his were kicking back up. Going to shake your head at him, a sign it was okay, you were stopped by the sound of the woman talking once more. Obviously she noticed the small exchange and with it your appearance at Kai’s side.

“Oh, forgive my manners,” The ice in her tone made it clear just how kind her words were going to be. “Who might you be?”

Kai was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, “Oh, um, Lady Bin, this is my partner Y/n. Y/n, this Lady Bin of the Eastern Kingdom. She’s a friend of my mom’s.”

“Ah, i-it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam.”

“Likewise.” She hummed as her eyes raked over your bowed posture, narrow and scathing. “Yes, I did hear something of a rumor that you had taken in one of these creatures. How very kind of you to provide work for such a poor thing.”

“Oh, um-”

The grip on your waist grew tighter. Huening squeezed your side causing you to look up, only to be met with a far flatter expression dousing his face. Stone set eyes following Lady Bin’s wine glass as she took a smug sip.

“As I said, Mrs. Bin, they are my partner, not a servant. Nor are they a ‘creature’.”

The two met gazes, wall against wall. Her smirk faltered; Kai remained locked on your side.

“My apologies.” No remorse sounded in her tone. “It would seem dinner is beginning to be served. Enjoy your evening.” The click of her shoes followed her back into the crowd. Everything would be fine.

As dinner was laid out so was a gathering of rounded tables. It was clear Kai and his parents were meant to sit at the grand table at which you were standing. Yet, as trays were placed and seats were taken, it was abundantly clear you weren’t meant to sit with them. Kai watched in confusion as his parents directed you to one of the round tables near theirs. But it would be okay, Huening wasn’t just leaving you.

Once again surrounded by unknown people, your eyes were pulled to your feet. Huening had seemed to try making some breakthrough with his parents to move you back, but you could tell they simply ignored him. Throughout the meal, you could feel the looks and hear the chatter. The group you were seated with made no attempts to quiet their demeaning comments. You’d be okay. Every bit of your heart yearned to tune them out, to only pay mind the crashing winds shaking the windows. But the ringing only grew louder. Their venom, their ice, their pure and utter intolerance. 

Creature. Monster. Evil. Pathetic.

“They must’ve put him under some sort of spell. No sensible man would ever marry a servant.”

“Servant? Please, they’re kind are only made to be slaves.”

Your chair fell back with a crash. The great doors slammed open at your push. Empty hallways greeted you, echoing every fast footfall you left behind. You needed out, to get away from the palace and its blazing light. To run till the trees devoured you and the grasses took your name. Rain shattered on your skin. It broke and soaked the satin clinging to your body. These expensive clothes, the jewels and shine, dirtied and dimmed. Destroyed by the very thing you’d been raised to love, destroyed by everything they were meant to change about. It filled you with this sadistic sense of glee, glee that fed your anger and fueled a new feeling of nausea crawling through your stomach. You shouldn’t be happy about this, you shouldn't want revenge, right? No, no, everything about this night had been some sort of setup. An attestation to the King's true feelings about your presence. He wanted you angry, wanted you out, and you followed; be it unwittingly. You were so stupid. No matter what you did, you would never be with Hueningkai in the way you wanted. Living off the bare minimum, you’d never find fulfillment. Not like this. 

You couldn’t feel where the rain stopped and your tears began but both flooded in the depths of your chest. 

“Y/n!” Slaps of splashing grew closer. A hand pulled on your arm, whipping your body around. “God, I-I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I shouldn’t have let him do that. What did they-“

“Kai…” His frantic hands moved from your cheeks, “I-I can’t do this.”

“Wha…What? Y/n, wait, what do you mean?” The fear in his eyes struck deep in your heart, but everything hurt so much already.

“You saw what your father did. He knew what would happen. These clothes? These were his request. He wants me to be everything I’m not. But no matter if I conform, he couldn’t be more embarrassed. The best case scenario in his world? I disappear forever. I don’t want to be the reason you can’t love your father, and I don’t think I could live my life with you knowing your father barely likes me.”

Steel overtakes Huening’s face. It’s a look you’ve never seen. This man you’d always known to be kind, to smile at the tiniest bee, his eyes were now hardened and dark. Unlike the metal in his gaze, Kai’s fingers fall to your chin with a gentle grip.

“Y/n, don’t you dare let that rotten man do this to you. I can’t fix what he’s done or how he’s made you feel. But know, I would die before I choose this life with him over happiness with you. If he wants you gone, then he should say his goodbyes to me as well.” The ice melted from his eyes. “I will follow you till the world runs out and we are gray and old. No matter how long we live, there is nothing in this world that will make me stop wanting to be with you. Y/n, I love you.”

The first movement on your lips is soft. Wet with rain, but warm like the sun. Another hand moves to the back of your neck, holding steady. Tracing your own hands up to his cheeks, you can feel the heat of blood flushing them. You can taste the grape from his drink. He tastes sweet. 

Air surges back into your lungs, as Kai pulls away out of breath. Red coats his cheeks and ears. 

“Y’know I should’ve punched him the moment he sent you to another table.”

“Kai!”

His head tosses back in laughter. It’s loud and full of relief, forgetting about the storm still raging above. You can’t help but join in. You’re wanted here, protected, loved. It truly feels like you will be okay.

© HYUUKAIS 2022

Taglist: @soobin-chois @seung-scrittore

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[fandoms-writings]

if anyone has any scenarios in mind for a human!bucky x woodelf!reader send em my way 🫶🏼

i'm a little over 1k into them meeting for the first time and it's pretty lord of the rings style heavy but i'm head over heels for them and i can't wait to share them with you🥺

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[puppy-coded]

remember my post about Our Lady Of The Upside Down?

yeah so all of that is changing and it's already a thousand something words of dialogue

you're all in for a treat!

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

How The Elf Saved Christmas

Yandere Rudolph The Red-Nosed Deertaur x Gender Neutral Elf Reader CW: Painful Noncon, nonhuman genitalia, size difference, possessive behavior, possessive sex, jealous behavior, general yandere behavior, rut cycle, reader fucked big stupid, overstimulation, cum as lube, mention of musk Word Count: 1.3k (This is your Christmas gift from me, I hope you enjoy it <3)

It was one of the earliest years since the start of the Christmas holiday. Rudolph had just recently joined the other deertaurs that drew Santa's sleigh. Not only did he have the magic ability to fly like the others, but he also could produce a fog and snow dispelling light from his nose. He was perfect to lead the sleigh.

Well... almost perfect.

A week into December, he started acting out. Behaving aggressively towards the other deertaurs, secluding himself, and acting unusually possessive over the elf who had been assigned as his servant.

That was you. You brought him his meals and made sure he was comfortable. Normally Rudolph was very low maintenance and your job was exceedingly easy. He was always considerate of you and treated you very kindly.

But lately, Rudolph wouldn't let you out of his sight. And snapped at anyone who got near you, especially if you happened to walk by another deertaur. One time, he even looked as if he was about to stab at Blitzen with his antlers.

The reindeer even looked different. His normally kind brown eyes were more frenzied and dilated. The normally straight, soft, brown hair of his human half was unkempt. And his muscular human body was always tense.

The other deer-men knew what was going on. But it wasn't like they could get near you to tell you.

Rudolph was in rut.

And he had determined, subconsciously, that you were going to be his mate.

The other deer hybrids had gone to Santa and apprised him of the situation, but he chose to do nothing about it. Forcefully taking away a rutting deer's love interest could get very dangerous.

Besides, Christmas was fast approaching, and the fastest way out of rut was for Rudolph to satisfy his urges. And really, what was the comfort of one elf compared to the enormity of the holiday? Christmas was at stake.

In your employee contract, you had agreed to uphold the sanctity of the holiday and do everything in your power to keep Christmas safe and running smoothly. If that meant you had to be a cocksleeve for a deertaur to keep his head clear so he could guide the sleigh, then so be it.

But even Rudolph didn't know why he was so irritable or why he was so odd in his behavior towards you. Why the thought of you being near someone else or out of his side filled him with rage and anxiety.

You were completely distressed. Your boss was acting so differently towards you. You couldn't even return to your little hut. Normally, you would be dismissed at nights but Rudolph wouldn't let you leave.

Instead, you were made to sleep in his house and on his soft, low to the ground bedding.

One morning, about a week away from Christmas, you both learned why he was behaving in such an egregious manner.

Rudolph woke up before you did and something about the way you lay sprawled out with your butt up in the air and your pants slightly falling off. You woke something up in him.

All his instincts shouted at him to breed this elf that was presenting themself to him. To claim you as his mate officially.

Careful not to wake you, because he didn't want you to struggle until it was too late, he pulled your red and green pants and candy cane striped underwear down to your knees. Then he proceeded to lower himself over you until he was in position.

You were ripped violently from your dreams as extreme pain rammed through you. Rudolph, now at the height of his rut, had jammed in all in one go and with no prep.

Your tiny elf body squirmed and writhed in confusion and pain, the frantic struggles sending waves of pleasure through his cock which was embedded so well within you.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" You squeaked out through the pain.

He didn't bother replying.

Rudolph's body was all you could see above you as his strong thrusts moved you back and forth below him.

The act was raw, instinctive, and possessive. Like your personhood was being fucked away by this being much larger than you until you were reduced to his property.

Screams for help barely escaped your body. They went unanswered. Even if someone had heard you Santa would have told them to steer clear.

You cried and sobbed, powerless to remove the brute who was raping you. Though it seemed he finally had noticed the cries of his partner through his rut.

He slowed down his pace, just a bit.

Snow elves were small but extremely resilient and adaptable. That fact, combined with a slightly slower rhythm allowed you to feel a bit of pleasure as your body adjusted.

"Fuck! You feel so tight! You're just so small~ Gotta fill you with cum. Gotta breed. Gotta breed. Gotta breed..."

You whimpered as the deer man lost himself in his carnal desire to fuck you silly.

He slowed down as he came in you, and you thought you could relax. You went limp, but before you could catch your breath he started pounding into you with renewed vigor, roughly pounding you into the bedding.

Cum leaked down your thighs as his heavy balls smacked you. The smell of his musk filled the air and made you a slight bit dizzy.

The seed from the first round of breeding had lubricated you nicely, and he slid in and out of you in a much more pleasurable manner.

"You take me so fucking well!"

Your crying and sobbing gradually turned into gasps and shudders of pleasure as over the course of the next several hours you came over and over until you couldn't react anymore.

You just lay there and take, completely senseless and overstimulated. Weeping not from pain but from the sensations of seemingly endless mating.

Finally he came in you hard and left himself in a while before pulling out completely. His dick left you with a lewd squelch as at least a gallon of semen dripped from your well worn hole.

For the first time in weeks he finally felt somewhat clear headed.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rudolph picked you up, cleaned you, and fed you. You were too tired to protest.

The deertaur was remarkably tender for someone who had just taken you against your will, treating you like a snowflake that would vanish under the slightest mistreatment.

It was odd being served by him for a change. But you were too out of it to really give it much thought.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more gentle. But I'm not sorry that you're my mate now."

He was still in rut, and every single day leading up to Christmas Eve, he made you endure an hours long breeding session. You smelled just like him. As if his scent was ingrained in you at a cellular level.

Luckily, his rut ended just in time for him to be able to complete his job, guiding the sleigh without a hitch.

You tried to escape while he was out with Santa, but the higher up elves informed you that you had a new assignment.

You had to live with Rudolph permanently to make sure he never got wild again. His partner had to live with him. If they took you from him now, even outside of rut, he'd go insane. And he performed a very important task by leading the sleigh.

You should have felt honored. Not many elves got to personally save Christmas.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Royalty aesthetic

Fantasy Land AU / Eragon AU(?)

dragon rider!Billy Russo x elf princess!Reader

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[brabblesblog]

I hope you die screaming.

One-shot, angst/comfort, astarion/f!tav

After you refuse to help Astarion ascend, he leaves you with a venomous goodbye. Unfortunately the vampire has to come back to get his things.

The idea was to mix up the warding bond rings, Astarion’s final words if you refuse to help him, and Tav suffering and dying (not permanently!) in his absence.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

It had been a miserable few days of being alone in Baldur’s Gate, without most of his possessions, but Astarion was loathe to go back to the Elfsong. For one, he wasn’t sure exactly what he’d be there to do. To grab his things and go? A possibility, but not what he would rather do. To get on his knees and ask you to take him back? What he really wanted to do, but the chance of you forgiving him was slim, and he couldn’t face that rejection. So he stayed near the tavern, torn between showing himself and walking away yet again, when the ring on his finger pulsed with a strange magic and the ward protecting him dissipated from his body.

He had known you were still protecting him through the paired rings even as he stormed out of Cazador’s palace. The soft, pleasant feeling of the ward had not disappeared at all, and it had proven quite useful once or twice when he inadvertently offended someone enough for them to attempt to stab him. He didn’t get a lot of injuries - only minor cuts and scrapes - so as much as he felt guilty he figured you would be more than capable of handling it. In any case, should you want, you could just take off the rings, he reasoned.

So when the ward fell away right now, he huffed a bit and took the ring off. You must’ve finally remembered he had the other one, and there was no longer any point protecting him, after everything.

After what he said.

He entered the tavern and sat in a corner, waiting for your group to come back. He’d decided to come get his things. Without the ward’s protection, he would need his potions and armor to survive solo.

Soon enough, the door burst open and Gale came stumbling in. The gore and blood on his robes was normal enough, but his expression wasn’t. The man looked ashen and pale, and he immediately ran to the stairs. “Shadowheart! Come here. Now!”

Before the vampire could even put down the goblet he was holding, Halsin came in, something bundled in his arms. The air that wafted through hit Astarion, and he almost choked on it: blood. Your blood. A lot of it. He watched with wide eyes as Halsin carried the bloody bundle in his arms. It was a body, that much was obvious, but they had wrapped it in blankets. The fabric was stained everywhere, but it pooled the most where the chest would be. Halsin dipped his head and gently placed a kiss on the head of the body, and as he did so the blanket covering the face fell away. Astarion’s heart, if he still had one, would have stopped as he saw the face underneath the blankets. Yours.

He immediately stood up, heading towards Halsin. The larger elf saw him and let him approach, his expression one of sorrow.

“Halsin? What- is she…” he closes the distance. Your eyes are closed, as if you were sleeping. He knows it, knows he can’t hear your heartbeat and can’t see you breathe, but he still reaches out to cup your cheek. Cold, as cold as his hands were. He chokes back a scream that threatens to bubble from his throat.

Halsin moves, slowly climbing the stairs. “Come, Astarion. I shall explain.” As he made his way to your bed, he talked. “She hasn’t been well since your departure, but that is to be expected. We had a fight with the Steel Watch. She was a little too slow, too tired, and they won.”

Astarion growls. “You should all have protected her! Did you all cower when-“

“No.” Halsin rounds on him, eyes glinting with what was almost like anger. “We all have our injuries. We all tried our best. We weren’t the ones who left her.”

He laid you down on your bed, grabbing a wet cloth to clean your wounds. Astarion gripped the elf’s wrist. “Why aren’t you using a scroll to revive her?!”

He sighed. “You might not remember, Astarion, but the scrolls were all in your bag when you left.”

Shit. He had forgotten. He quickly rummaged through it, finding one. He saw Shadowheart approach and asked her for some healing potions as well. While everyone was preparing, Halsin kept cleaning your body up. Astarion scowled and grabbed his own wet towel, gently trying to clean around the hole in your chest. He winced at the amount of blood he saw as he tried to peel off the bloody shirt, then paused as he realized it was his camp shirt. Biting back the urge to scream, he kept working.

Shadowheart came back with several bottles of the potion, and they got to work. Halsin used the scroll, and as he did the vampire began pouring the potions down your throat. It didn’t take long for him to hear your heart start to beat again, and he exhaled roughly as he poured more bottles, just to be sure. He watched the color flood back into your face as you healed, unable to stop some tears from falling.

A hand gripped his shoulder and he turned to see Gale. The wizard sighed. “I’m surprised to see you here,” he said dryly. “Seems like you got your wish,” he said bitterly, gesturing to you.

Astarion bared his fangs and got up, ready to tear him from limb to limb. Halsin barely had enough time to stand between the two men. “There is no point to fighting each other. What’s done is done. And she’s doing better now.”

Gale sighed. He nodded at Halsin, then at Astarion. “I suppose the druid is right. You’ll still have some explaining to do, but it can wait.” He leaves to see Shadowheart to tend to his own injuries. After a moment, so does Halsin, squeezing Astarion’s hand in solidarity as he left.

Astarion continues his ministrations, weeping openly now that no one was here. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead. When you were clean, he puts you in your nightclothes, then wraps you up in his blankets. It doesn’t escape his notice that you’ve moved into his bed, his things still there, as though you were waiting for his return. He sleeps there that night, wraps himself around you, the sound of your soft breathing something he sorely missed.

You wake up a few hours later. Your head pounds, but when you open your eyes, it is blessedly dark. The last thing you remember was a steel watch monstrosity’s blade coming straight through you. You take a breath, nuzzling the blankets. They still smell like him, and you worry that soon the smell will fade. Then there would be nothing left of the man you loved. Well, other than his clothes-

Wait. His clothes. You run a hand down your chest, wincing at the movement. You realize you’re in your own camp clothes. It must’ve been torn in the fight, ruined by the gore. A soft cry escapes your lips. It felt all too much like losing him again. You whimper, helpless. Every movement was pain, but the most painful thing even now was your heart.

You suddenly realize you’re not alone on the bed. An arm sweeps across, wrapping securely around your waist. Someone nuzzles you, shushing your cries. In the darkness you can barely see, but the scent and the temperature of said arm hits you.

“As-Astarion?”

He swallows nervously. “Darling. I… I’m here.” He can see your face in the dark, eyes wide and afraid, and then a glimmer of hope as you realize who he is.

“You came back,” you manage to croak out. Your hand finds his, and he squeezes it tightly.

“I did. I-“ the happiness in your face stuns him. You should hate him. He doesn’t deserve to be welcomed back with such open arms.

“I was in the Elfsong to gather my things.” Before you could get the wrong idea and get hurt, he pushes on. “But I think I knew even as I walked in I’d be here to beg you to let me stay.”

“There’s no need to even ask, love.” Your hand moves to his hand, feeling for the ring. It isn’t there, and you feel a small pang of sadness. “You took it off.”

“Only today,” he says. “The wards fell. I thought you got rid of it, but your ring is still on your finger. I guess it just stopped working when you-“ he swallows past the lump in his thoat. “You- you know.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Noticing his distress, you move your other hand to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry you had to see this. I got clumsy. I was… I wasn’t at my best.” You look away, embarrassed to admit how much you missed him.

“Darling. No,” he turns your cheek to meet his gaze. “I left you. I broke your heart. All because I was too afraid to see the right path to take. And I wished… I said terrible things. I would take it back, all of it back. I regretted it as soon as I left the dungeons. But I didn’t think you’d let me back in. If I stayed, maybe you’d be alright. You’d be-“

His words are broken by soft lips that press against his. It was tender, and he couldn’t help but lean into it, kissing back carefully and gently. More tears fell from him, and you thumbed them away. Pulling back, you offer him a kind smile. “I forgave you as you left, love. I get it. It’s just that I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too.” With those words Astarion finally breaks down, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t deserve such tenderness, such love, after what he did. He vowed to do better with your heart, to give what you deserve as well. Not for any other reason than that he wanted to.

He meets your eyes, and he finally lets the words that had been sitting in his chest for ages out. “I love you. I have loved you for a while, darling, I just didn’t know how. I’m not good at this, obviously. I choose the wrong words, do the wrong things, and you still let me back in.”

You chuckle a bit, hands carding through his hair. “That’s because I love you too, idiot.”

You’ve told him that for some time now, accepting that he couldn’t say the same yet. But every time you say it his heart still soars. He captures your lips in yet another kiss.

“Forgive me?”

“Of course. You’ll have to put your ring back on, though. Maybe when I’m more healed, on second thought.”

You bite your lip, frowning.

“Oh. And I might have ruined your camp shirt. Could you fix it for me? Please?”

He puts on a show of pouting and sighing. “If I must. What would you do without me, hm?”

You roll your eyes and tug him close to you. All too quickly, you drift off, finally having a good night’s rest. He watches your face become peaceful, noting the huge bags under your eyes.

Astarion holds you through the night, vowing to never leave your side ever again.

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