Sorry but I’m bored of *~precious~* (aka weak-willed) England and The Top ™ France give me men who have fought against each other, for each other , with each other, who have spent 1000 years hating each other and loving each other and everything in between. Give me Arthur, a man who used to be an empire, who used to radiate power still learning to cope with just being England, learning that the others don’t see him the same, that he’s no longer a king amongst men. Give me Francis faking a smile and having to accept being seen as the flirt, the predator, the pretty face, the player, while he quietly tries to deal with pain, depression, a past of war and loss and still maintain the ‘big brother France’ act he has going on. Just, please, give me some 3D, in depth characters who are hurt and struggling to adjust to the modern world. P l e a s e.
feels their eyes on him as he sits at the bar, waiting.
They aren’t subtle. They stare openly, gaze flickering from the
runes on his neck to the flush of his cheeks to the way his foot taps
against the sticky floor. Their whispers are more like accusations,
their words loud enough to overcome the thumping bass ricocheting off
Pandemonium’s walls, and even without his hearing rune activated
the sentiment is clear as day.
It’s uncomfortable, even after Valentine’s demise, to be the
sole Nephilim here, hands empty of drinks with the weight of hundreds
of stares on his shoulders. Alec pulls his phone out to text Magnus
or Izzy or anybody, but he pauses when a gradual hush
falls behind him, silence rolling through the club like a warning.
Alec turns slowly, seat swiveling with a creak, and then there he is,
parting the crowd on sheer presence alone.
Magnus, except it’s not tender smiles and soft kisses and bitter
coffee, and it’s not clever grins and wise quips and crackling
It’s Magnus in his element, gaze sweeping lazily over his
territory, saturated in the faint neon glow of pulsing lights,
looking perfect and untouchable with his hair swept high and dark
eyes flashing. Alec doesn’t… he doesn’t even know how to
describe it properly, the way Magnus looks different here
– words aren’t coming, tangled on his tongue, and all Alec knows
is that there’s an urgent, inexplicable, overeager thing
inside him that runs so hot it freezes him in place. And when Magnus
smirks at him with a raised eyebrow, dammit, Alec wants to –
Alec turns, heart beating rabbit-fast as he tracks the voice
coming from a hovering stranger who stares down at Magnus with lime
green lizard’s eyes. God, he’d forgotten there were people
around, forgotten that he was in the middle of a club. A
few feet away, the stranger scowls at him with something close to
annoyance, but Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a pointed look before
clapping the warlock on the arm in a familiar gesture.
The man leads Magnus to a group in the corner, and Alec watches as
they surround Magnus until Alec can barely see the glossy tips of
Magnus’s dark hair from his seat by the counter. Sounds of laughter
fall like a summer storm, cheerful and loud and raucous, shouts of
Magnus’s name spilling from their lips. The six warlocks around
Magnus turn into twelve turn into more warlocks than Alec’s ever
seen in one place, faces blurring as everybody crowds around with
smiles on their lips and shot glasses in hand, and Alec can’t see
Magnus anymore beyond a single ringed hand rising from the fray,
slotted in the middle of the horde.
The High Warlock of Brooklyn, king amongst his people. And the
kinder side of Alec’s mind tells him to smile for the way Magnus is
loved, to be happy that others know his worth, but that voice is
being bulldozed right now by greed and want and frustration burning
under his skin, asking why the hell did you interrupt and come back come back come back.
When Magnus is done, when he finally returns to Alec, still
smiling and indescribably perfect, Alec’s palms are aching from the
way his fingernails dug in, and the thing that froze him in place
before comes angry and alive. When Magnus drags him backwards with a
laugh, winding between drunk Downworlders, and sways his hips in time
with the pulsing beat, Alec follows with intent.
The want flares into a flaming thing, hot and heavy when Magnus
dances around Alec like a twist of silk, hands lingering on Alec’s
neck, his waist, his chest, his eyes closed in bliss. And when Magnus
grinds back against Alec and bares the long, sinuous line of his neck
to Alec’s teeth, his spiked hair grazing Alec’s cheek… all Alec wants
to do is wreck him, to smudge
his makeup and bury his hands in his hair. But not here, not
in Pandemonium, not with Seelie whispers and vampire stares and Alec
feeling like he’s going to knock everything over with how much he
wants. He’s a quivering mess and Magnus is just watching him, eyes sweet and sly, and it’s unfair that Magnus can do this without even saying a word.The way color catches on the high, upswept wave of Magnus’s
hair, the way his eyes glow like melted gold, the way his lips are
slick and wet and waiting… Alec needs it for himself and no one
They’ve danced themselves onto the edge of the floor, and the
memory of the last time he was in this spot races through Alec’s
head. He remembers a sparkling ruby, an arrow buried in the chest of
a murderer, and a glimpse of a man who he didn’t yet know was going
to change his life.
But just as quickly, he forgets it. He doesn’t care
about before right now. Instead, he just pulls
Magnus into him, and the flame under his skin turns into the sun as
he kisses Magnus for a taste of tequila and smoke.
“I want to leave,” Alec says hoarsely between kisses. “I want to go
them, the soundtrack of pulsing music fades in favor of a gang of
warlocks who whoop and shriek for the way their High Warlock smiles
wickedly into the lips of a Nephilim boy.
The demoniac piping of the whip-poor-wills is said to increase in rhythm to match a dying human's breaths. They chase down the soul escaping the body. They chase it for prey. If it escapes, they fall silent. If they catch it, you can hear them laughing and shrieking in ecstasy for the remainder of the night, stirring the vast, nameless things that shift below the earth. You can see more of them gathering every day. What sound will they make when you die, I wonder?
When your friends try to persuade you against a course of action, they are probably thinking of your best interest. Keep this in mind when you go past the beginning of mankind, past the beginning of the world, past the beginning of reality, to where time stops its curve in an abrupt acute angle. The Hounds are coming. And they WILL find you.
One day, you will hear your mother's son screaming his father's name from the top of Sentinel Hill. He is gelatinous. He is a spider, a centipede, an octopus made of wriggling ropes, but he has your face. He looks more like your father than you do.
Your tears may soak the soil unheeded, but there will always be a place for you here, beneath the tattered banner of The Yellow King, amongst the gravestones in the abandoned necropolis under the twin suns and black stars of lost Carcosa
It would be good for you to remind yourself, from time to time, we are all but the unseen, unheard, dead dreams of the blind idiot God Azathoth, the after-tremors of Its cosmic seizures, entire galaxies nothing but nerves misfiring for a split second in time, swirling forever in the endless abyss of eternity. You are less than nothing.
Don't look in the well. Don't drink the water. Your family is gone. They're not coming back. Get out now, before it takes you too. That amorphous visual phenomenon dancing on the edges of your peripheral vision that you can't describe isn't you going crazy. It's alive. It's hungry.
It's not anyone's fault. Fault implies control. Everything happens completely at random, for no reason at all. Or is it simply a pattern of order so advanced it just seems random? A pattern beyond human comprehension. A pattern that repeats ad nauseam back to the beginning. Back to Them.
You are a puppet on a string. Dancing madly for the Faceless God Nyarlathotep. He waits for you in the darkness, laughing. The rats know what you did.
You alone will be their witness. You alone will carry the burden. You will see the half-beast abominations marching in endless procession in the tombs under the sand, to make vile sacrifice to the five-headed extremity of the Old Gods. Take this secret to your grave.
What you fear will come to pass has already happened. In fact, it's happening right now. Everywhere, all at once, behind and underneath and in between all the spaces you can see, It's biding Its time. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate.
The atmosphere of this lonely place you live. You thought maybe it was the Old Gods, or Nature Spirits. I'm warning you, it is neither. Those at least have some relationship to mankind. It is Them. You have intruded where the veil is thinnest. You are a trespasser. They know you're there. They're searching. Getting closer. A sacrifice must be made.
How can you be sure you're who you think you are? Every day when you look in the mirror, isn't it a little different? Have you not had dreams of great, cyclopean underwater cities with impossible architecture? Of the fish-god Father Dagon? Of swimming free beneath the surface, of engaging in blasphemous midnight rites with your true kin? Maybe you're not quite as human as you thought you were.
GOSH I am so sorry this took so long! Thank you for being so patient! This prompt is amazing, and it got away from me so quickly, I’m going to have to split it up into parts! I hope you enjoy it!
I think it’s better if it’s
a Caspian x reader about how Caspian
fall in love with a simple girl who came after Pevensies. Caspian forgets about
Susan and fall in love with her even though she is not a warrior but just a
carriage jostles Y/N around for the umpteenth time and she inwardly groans. She
hated coach rides, but her parents didn’t trust to send her across all of Narnia
on a horse, but herself. An elderly lady, the only other person in the coach, glances
up at her.
you want something to help you sleep? I have some herbs in my pack,” she offers,
motioning with knobby hand to the bag that sits between their feet.
thank you, madam,” Y/N replies. She looks out the window. “I’ve just been on
this coach for too long.”
woman nods. “Are you going to Cair Paravel for the celebration of the Kings and
Queens returning and helping to end the reign of the Telmarines?”
My parents are sending me to the capital for a better life. My mother is
friends with a servant in the castle and she has found me a position there,”
Y/N tells the woman.
woman nods again, her hands returning to the weaving in her lap. “Opportunities
are good when people are around the Kings and Queens.”
eyes the woman, whose hands were moving over the thread in her hands expertly,
even though it was dark in the cabin. “You speak as if you knew them yourself.”
woman chuckles. “I wish I had.”
might still,” Y/N offers, and the woman smiles sadly.
the carriage arrives in the city six hours later, the woman was asleep. Y/N
leans forward to wake her, but her eye catches a bright flash of red and gold to the side and her
hand falls instead around the edge of the window.
walls of the Telmarine capital slowly grow taller as the coach travels deeper
into the city. Y/N stares up in awe at the exquisite architecture, so much
better than the small houses that littered her own village so many miles away.
The carriage suddenly starts to slow and the old woman blinks awake.
we’ve arrived,” she says, her voice raspier than before. “Why have we stopped?”
shrugs and leans her head out of the window to ask the driver the question.
a festival going on, madam,” he replies. “We’ll be stalled here for a while.”
woman starts to put her things together. “Wait, what are you doing?” Y/N asks,
and the woman stops and looks up at her with wide, blue eyes.
getting out. I want to see the Kings and Queens as soon as possible.” Y/N
watches, dumbfounded, as the woman gets her things together, opens the door,
and starts to climb out of the cab without waiting for someone to stop and help
her. Y/N quickly grabs her things and pays the driver, following the woman.
you show me the direction to the castle?” Y/N asks, and the woman glances over
me, dearie, and you’ll see them soon enough!” the woman calls, and Y/N scurries
to catch up. She wasn’t necessarily looking for the family of royals, but she went with the woman anyway. They reach the edge of the courtyard that most of the crowd was
gathered in, just in time to see an enormous lion and a boy watch as four
people, two boys and two girls, walk through a man-sized hole in a tree and
disappear. Cries erupt from the crowd and the dark haired boy turns away from
the tree. He looks over the crowd, his jaw set tight, and Y/N’s stomach churns
when his eyes flit from her to someone else.
was them,” the woman sighs, folding her hands in front of her. “I missed them
Y/N asks, and the woman turns and starts to make her way back through the
crowd. “Wait, madam!”
to the castle, young one,” the woman says, turning. She puts an unexpectedly
strong hand on Y/N’s arm. “Do something amazing with this opportunity you’ve
nods, speechless, and watches as the woman hobbles through the crowd,
disappearing in the mass of people.
(Four and a half years
Amelie, the servant’s boss, whispers, and Y/N jolts awake. “You’re on breakfast
duty! Remember to brush your hair today, because you’re serving!” Amelie
bustles away, disappearing amongst the bunks that lined the room, waking the
rubs her eyes and sits up. She’s yanked back onto her pillow, though, by her
hair that was caught under her bottom. She sighs in agitation and pulls her
hair out from under her and sits up again, swinging her legs over the side.
Standing, she stretches her arms and reaches for her toes, letting her back
pop. She goes to her trunk and pulls out her clothes for the day and then moves
quietly through the servant’s quarters.
takes a quick bath in the cold water that was sitting in one of the tubs,
waiting for someone to use it. After she gets out, she refills the tub with water from a
spout in the corner of the room and then changes into her day clothes. Just as
she was leaving, she remembers Amelie’s order to brush her hair, and does so.
She pulls it into a braid before leaving the bathroom to go back to her bunk. There,
she puts away her nightgown and pulls out her socks and boots.
exiting the servant’s quarters, she takes a deep breath of Narnian air, putting
her hands on her hips as she walks along the short cobbled path to the kitchen.
She could hear the clatter of pots and pans and the shout of the cook to his
kitchen staff before she even opened the heavy door, stopping to pet the stray
cat that hung around the bushes outside the kitchen.
the door open, Y/N slips around the edge of the kitchen to where the other
servants on serving duty were chatting, putting on their aprons and little
bonnets that were customary for servants that would be amongst the king and
other members of the royal court. Y/N picks up her own apron and starts to tie
it around her waist. She had been on serving duty for the past few months, and
had always been treated with the civility that King Caspian gave them all;
she was happy that it wasn’t anything like the horror stories she had heard of how
the Telmarines treated the staff.
I want you to lead the group today,” Amelie says, and Y/N nods in response. She
had been comfortable in the position of leadership that Amelie had put her in
the last few weeks, and was happy that she was being placed with the
servants line up next to the counter that the cook’s staff put the plates that
were ready to be served on, relaxed and chatting, the younger girls giggling
behind Y/N. The cook shouts out, “Service!” The servants straighten their
shoulders in unison and fall silent, taking plates as they came. Y/N pushes the
door open with her back, hands laden with plates of fruits and grilled meat.
makes her way to the table that consisted of the king and his valued court
members that were lucky enough to live in the castle. Y/N and the rest of the
staff fan out gracefully, setting plates down in synchronized movements.
Y/N places King Caspian’s plates before him, he smiles up at her. Y/N
bows her head, curtseying a bit, and could swear that he was watching her
leave as she made her way back to the kitchen.
takes her place on the wall with a pitcher of fruit juice in her hand for the rest of the meal, ready to
serve when she was beckoned. She didn’t look at the table directly, but watched
the members of the court eat out of the corner of her eye.
the end of the meal, the court leaves, single file. When the last member was
gone, the team of servants swoop in to clean the mess and start to help prepare
for lunch, where all members of the court and some of their family members
would be joining. As Y/N stacks dirty plates on top of one another, placing
silver ware in a shallow bucket, Amelie enters the room, scanning her staff’s
she says, making her way across the room. Her face was red, but Y/N couldn’t
tell if it was from work or anger. Y/N straightens and her eyes widen, ready to
be chastised if it were the latter. “What did you do during the meal?”
I served, madam,” Y/N stammers.
“Who?” Amelie says forcefully.
king, madam,” Y/N squeaks. “And then I served juice when needed. I stood
against the wall when I wasn’t doing so, madam.”
searches Y/N’s face, the woman’s dark, greying hair whisked across her wrinkled
forehead. Her eyes look furiously across Y/N’s face, looking for signs of lies.
I ask why you’re inquiring, madam?” Y/N says hesitantly.
runs a hand down her face, wiping sweat off. “The king has requested your
presence,” she says, finally. “And I know you. You’re good and kind, and wouldn’t
make a mistake big enough that the king would punish you himself. So this has
to be a good thing. Go, clean up. He requested for you to meet him immediately.”
gulps, surprised. “Yes, madam,” she says, picking up her skirts so she could
move quicker. Y/N pushes to the sink in the corner of the kitchen, dunking her
hands in the pot of clean water and scooping water to her face. She scrubs her
hands and smooths her dress before turning out of the kitchen door.
quickly, her mind swimming, Y/N feels terror growing in her chest. What did she
do? Did she touch him on accident? Did she have a nasty look on her face unconsciously?
Did she not bow low enough? None of these things sounded like something the
king would normally be upset about, but Y/N just didn’t know what she did.
me!” a voice comes from the doorway that Y/N had just hurried past. She stops
for a second, turning and looking over her shoulder. She was required to stop
if it was a member of the court stopping her, but she was ready to tell anyone
else that she had to go. Her mouth already parted to snap, her words die in her throat
as the king himself stepped out from around the archway. “You are Y/N, right?”
he asks, his accent strong.
Y/N curtseys, ducking deeper than she usually did, in case that was what she
was in trouble for. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
walk with me,” he says, motioning to the doorway. He waits for her to be at his
side for he starts into the large courtyard that laid in the center of the
palace. King Caspian doesn’t talk at first, but walks next to her with his
hands clasped behind his back, looking at the greenery and statues that
surrounded him. Finally, he stops in a small, secluded circle that was
surrounded by hedges. A statue of a woman sits in the center, looking tall and
you know who this is a statue of?” the king asks her, looking down at her.
gazes at the statue. “Queen Susan? The Gentle?”
Caspian laughs. “No. This is her sister, Queen Lucy.” They both look up at the statue
and he adds, “The Valiant.”
Y/N says, her voice shaking. “You knew them, right?”
for a short time,” King Caspian replies. He looks down at Y/N again. “How long
have you worked for the castle?”
and a half years, Your Majesty,” Y/N replies.
call me Caspian. That means you were here when they left?”
arrived shortly after,” Y/N tells him. He sits on a stone bench and motions for
her to join him. She sits as far as she could away from him, but it wasn’t much.
your accent and looks tell me you aren’t from this region,” Caspian
touches her long, blonde braid. “No, Your Majesty- er, Caspian.”
nods, a soft smile on his face. They sit in silence for a few moments. A soft
breeze flows through the small courtyard, and Caspian was quiet for so long
that Y/N allowed herself a small second to enjoy the breeze. After almost five
years, she still wasn’t used to how fresh the air was in the capital.
being advised by my court that I need to be married,” Caspian says, and Y/N
snaps back to attention. “And…” he trails off, not looking at Y/N.
Y/N prompts, forgetting her manners for a moment.
taken a liking to you,” Caspian says, turning to her. “I’d like to start
courting you, if you would let me.”
stares at Caspian, her mind blank. “Excuse me?” she says, her mouth moving
without her brain.
know this is sudden, but you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,”
Caspian says, his hands fidgeting. Y/N looks down at them. “And I’ve met with
the women that the court has suggested for me, and none of them compare to you.”
looks back up at Caspian’s face. His wide, dark eyes stare back into hers. It
wasn’t as if she could say no, right? He could have her banished, and it would
be awkward to serve around him if he didn’t.
Y/N finally forces out, and Caspian’s face breaks out into a wide smile.
Y/N says, nodding.
Caspian says, standing and pulling her to her feet. Realizing that he had just
touched her without her permission, he yanks his hands back and blushes. “Sorry.
Okay. So, I’ll come and visit you soon, okay?”
Y/N says, amused at his boyish glee. How could he be so happy to be building a
relationship with her? She wasn’t anything special. Other girls that she had
seen around the castle that were drooling over the king were skilled in
reputable tasks, such as archery or sword fighting or extremely intricate
weaving. They were all incredibly smart. She was a mediocre weaver, and didn’t
take any interest in weaponry. While she could read and write, she didn’t
meet with you soon,” Caspian says again, bowing a little. She gasps as he
leaves. He had bowed to her.
Dedicated to and requested by:the one and only amazing babe @taeyongbelviso ; have the happiest 18th birthday, darling! i love you so much <3
Word Count: 2329
Trigger Warnings:Mentions of death and emotional parental abuse, Poverty
Genre:Angst, Fluff, Superpowers, Royals!AU
Your parents were afraid for the kingdom’s future.
When you had been born, you had brought joy to everyone, and they all couldn’t wait until you grew up.
You were going to be the best heir to the throne; everybody knew that your mother, the Queen, could no longer bear any children, leaving you to be the only one left to rule the lands when the time was to come.
traveled across Middle-Earth with Thorin and his company. Being the only
female in the group was bad enough but being an omega was more than difficult.
With most of the group being Alphas and only a couple being betas, which only
caused more troubles than not during your heats. Which was why you were
thankful for your father and one of the dwarfs for the herbs and the spell that
reduces your heat drastically. Your father had always told you that the spell
wouldn’t work if your true alpha was around you. Little did you know that you
would soon meet him.
were on the edge of the forest that surrounded the elven kingdom when your
father told you to stay with the dwarves and don’t let the forest get to you.
You followed the dwarfs as they entered the forest. Taking your sword out, you
knew trouble was on the way. Your elven ears could hear the sounds that came
from large creatures that traveled through the trees. You turned to look at
Thorin but was unable to seeing as he was clearly being affected by the forest
and the darkness that laid here.
i’ mela en'” You started to say as spiders came out from every direction. Bilbo
was off and doing whatever he does as you started to fight off the spiders,
which took off once they had all the dwarfs taken up into the trees. With your
quick reflexes, you climbed up the trees in search of your dwarven companions.
If they were killed, your father would be disappointed with you. You managed to
see what looked like the dwarves that your father left in your charge, wrapped
in the thick sticky white silk that came from the spiders.
next thing you knew, 13 dwarf size silk pods fall towards the ground. You
followed them down to the ground with swift movements of a full blooded woodland
elf. The spiders started moving towards the dwarfs as you landed on the ground
near Fili. You help some of them from the webs with your blade before readying
yourself to attack the oncoming spiders. You stood with your back to Fili’s as
the spiders attacked. The two of you saved Kili from one of the giant eight
legged beasts. Who returned the favor with a couple of his arrows.
you, Kili.” All he did was nod his head as the company took down more spiders.
Until the woodland elves appeared, killing the rest of the spiders then taking
all of you prisoner. You stood there as the dwarves complied and the elven
group leader came up to you, staring at you as he took a deep breath.
your weapons and no harm shall come to you.” From his tone of voice, you knew
him to be the prince of the woodland realm Legolas. He never met you as for you
father always traveled alone for many centuries to meet his father, Thranduil,
as you had your beta many centuries ago.
listen to two, nessa er, and neither you are.” He looked at you with bright
blue eyes as anger filled his face. He took in your appearance, you had the
ears of an elf as well as the long beautiful hair of one but you held yourself like
the wizard your father taught of you. To many you looked as if you were full
elf, until you spoke. You were at times confused to be part dwarf because you
were so short.
that a company of dwarves has what has been said to be the child of a traitor.”
Without a second thought, you gripped the handle of your sword and moved faster
than the other elves. You pinned Legolas to the tree behind him with the blade
tip resting against his neck.
little alpha prince. You really think you can belittle my mother with such
Thorin yell at you. “Let him go. You know your father would be unhappy by such
actions.” You turned your head and looked at him. That was when you noticed
that a few of the other elves had surrounded you with blades drawn. You glared
at Legolas and dropped your blade.
father would be unhappy to hear that his only child was treated with such
dishonor. By a little alpha prince none the less.” You could sense that a
majority of the elven group were alpha males and a single beta female. One of
the males came close to you, his hand reached for your cloak.
need to drop all weapons, omega.” The male glared at you as you twisted away
from his grip.
ever carry is a sword. Try to lay a hand on me again.” You pulled the hood of
your cloak over your head and began to follow behind the dwarves who were now
being led off by the female elf. You began thinking to yourself what your alpha
would look like or even who he was. You were so in thought that you barely
noticed the trek across the bridge leading to the woodland palace. You all were
ushered into the throne room with the king sitting high throne.
as you came close to the throne, a strong scent filled your senses. The scent
of your alpha filled the room as you stood at the back of the group of dwarves
with Thorin at the front. Your hood still concealed your face, knowing the
stories of the woodland elven king. You could hear some of the guards talk
about you, which was never new.
looked up at him, your mouth began to go dry and water at the same time. You
wanted to find out what your alpha tasted like but you were afraid of what he
would think of you not being full blooded elf. You watched him as his gaze
traveled over the group before landing on your cloaked form. His face held an
unreadable expression. You were so lost in thought of wanting him to claim you,
to knot you that you didn’t even noticed that the conversation that he and
Thorin were having shifted to you.
guards tell me that you have one of elven kin amongst you.” The elven king
looked at you as his nostrils flared with a deep breath. “She is what my guards
have said to be the child of a traitor.” You stepped forward, shoving past the
dwarves in front of you.
mother is no traitor of the elven kin. Amin
agar naa en’ Rivendell, as my mother was.” You forced yourself to leave your
hood up. “Adar would be very displeased to hear one like yourself call his once
beloved to be called a traitor.”
father, who pry tell is your father?” He looked unamused by everything.
father is…” You ripped off your cloak, reveling your elven given beauty. The
dark green elven made battle dress hugged your body just right, just the way
you loved. “My father is none other than Gandalf the Grey.” Your eyes looked at
him, his eyes sapphire blue widened. You didn’t know your scent had affected
him or if he knew you were his omega.
the dwarves to the dungeons, I would like to seek a word with lye ai Istar edhel.”
You cocked an eyebrow at the elven king, your newly found alpha. Thorin gave
you a sympathetic look before turning to direct the rest of the company, minus
a hobbit. You turned your gaze back to Thranduil, not knowing what to expect
once you heard the footsteps and dwarven mutters faded. Thranduil was closer to
you than you were expecting, only mere feet now. His scent filled your nose and
clouded your mind, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “I see how I affect you, amin
lisse’ omega.” You bit your lip as he spoke to you while walking around you.
You could hear him inhale deeply.
affect you.” It took everything in your power not to moan as you watched him
glide around you. His tall frame tensed slightly as he continued to look down
at you. You looked over his body and saw just how you affected him, clearly
your scent affected the elf in front of you.
there an omega traveling with a pack of alphas and betas? Especially when that
omega had yet to meet her alpha and true mate.” The sound of his voice fell
from his lips and washed over your ears like the silks in Rivendell.
also traveling with my father. I wanted to help the dwarves reclaim Erebor,
which was planned by my father.” You stood your ground even though you wanted
him to take you right then and there then knot you before his guards. “I do
what my father asks of me and my father asked me to stay with the dwarves as
well as keep them safe. Which l fell like I failed somehow.” He stepped right
in front of you, his hand rested on your cheek as you looked down before he
tilted your face up to him.
have not failed at anything, amin lisse’ mela.” You looked into his clear bright
sapphire blue eyes, you tried to find any hint of false tense but found none.
The feeling of his hand on your cheek sent chills down your spine and made your
heart race. You haven’t felt your heart like this in centuries, not since you
had your beta. Unknowingly, a tear slipped past your lower lashes. Thranduil
tenderly wiped it away with the soft pad of his thumb. “What troubles you amin
at the moment that concerns, Thranduil.” You see something flicker over his
eyes as his name falls from your lips.
about you now concerns me, my omega.” The hint of possession in his voice as he
called you his omega.
of you stood there longer than ether of you expected. You could hear the
shouting of the female elf from earlier. Not a moment later, one of Thranduil’s
guards walked in stating that the dwarves were gone. You looked from the guard
to Thranduil, your eyes full of worry and panic. You could hear your father’s
words in your mind, “Stay with the dwarves.”
“I must go, Thranduil. If I don’t, I would
fear the worse for them as well as a disappointed father.”
not wish for you to go, omega. They can tend to themselves. Your place is here
not yet my Thranduil.” You reach up and place a hand to his cheek. “When all
this chaos with the lonely mountain is over, then my place will be here by your
side for all eternity.” You tried pleading with him through your eyes, you only
hoped that it was working. He took a deep breath before sighing, knowing that
there was no way to convince you to stay while the dwarves risked their lives
for their homeland.
much take leave.” He motioned for the guard to come closer to him. The guard
clearly knew what he was asking, handing him his own sword as yours was still
lying on the ground in the forest. Thranduil handed you the blade with an
almost pained expression. “Take this and be safe. If the serpent that lies
sleeping in that mountain wakes, run. For if you don’t, you will be at my disposal.”
will be ten’ amin naa lle Thranduil.” You stood on your toes and pulled him
into a kiss. You could feel fire rush through your body as his lips softly against
yours and his hands instantly resting on your waist. You had found your alpha
during this quest for Erebor and now you were determined to finish it and
return to him unharmed. “Guren bêd enni, I belong to you.” You pressed your
lips to his one more time before standing in front of him flat footed. “I shall
slay any who try to prevent me from returning to you. Tenna’ ento lye omenta.”
went to turn around but was only met with a hand on your arm. Thranduil’s hand
gently wrapped around your arm, turning you back around and pressed his lips
one last time to yours with a sad smile. “Tenna’ ento lye omenta, Melamin.” He
quickly wrapped a silver chain around your neck before letting you run off to
complete your quest. He watched as your hair flowed behind you. “manke naa amin
utinu?” He didn’t even look at the guard.
Tauriel along with a few guards went after the dwarves.” His icy blue eyes landed
on the guard.
begin getting supplies for the people of Lake Town once they reach the ruins of
Dale. I fear that the beast in the mountain will be woken soon. I will get
back what belongs to me.” With one last look to where you once were, he turned
and made his way to his chambers. His mind filled with the thoughts of your
scent and the touch of your skin under his, the sound of your voice and many of
how you will look under him as he marks you as his.