Male Orc/Elf Hybrid Yandere x Male Elf Reader
CW: Noncon, kidnapping, light bondage, magic, non-reader childhood trauma, underwear stealing, underwear sniffing, scent kink, masturbation, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, shrine to reader, snowballing, cum eating, oral sex, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 2.6k
(Commission for @vanberryhearts, I hope you all enjoy this, I wrote it in two days and put a ton of effort into it.)
The town of Morhymn, a bustling city surrounded by large stone walls and guarded by elven archers. It was considered one of the safest cities in elf territory. Protected in those elegant stone walls, the color of snow, were the elves and a few humans that called Morhymn home.
And one of those elves was you. A male elf baker. You owned your own establishment that was equal parts cafe and bakey. As you went about your day the mixed scents of rising yeast dough, baking chocolate cakes, and cooling fruit pies met your nose before flowing down the road through the open window, watering the mouths of all who met it.
As you delivered a freshly baked cinnamon roll and some milk to your most frequent regular, a half-orc half-elf hybrid named Algryn, he inhaled deeply.
Of course who wouldn’t? Your cinnamon rolls were the best in town. Secret family recipe. But that wasn’t exactly the scent Algryn was drinking in. It was yours. The smell of all your baked goods mixed so beautifully with your sweat, with your own special smell that was just indescribably you. He couldn’t get enough of that smell.
The smell of coffee perked most people up in the mornings but for the half-breed he couldn’t start his morning right without some of your sweets and that mouthwatering smell of yours that percolated his brain. He just wanted to nab you and bury his face in your neck, underarms, or under your delicate elf balls.
He found he was staring at you… again… and had to wipe the drool from his face. Luckily you were busy tending to other customers and no one seemed to notice him.
He finished the glazed cinnamon roll, imagining it was your glaze he was eating instead, before leaving.
No matter what he did he stayed obsessed with you. And it was no real wonder why. A half-orc living in Morhymn after the war against the primarily orc nation to the west wasn’t exactly easy. Especially since he was an orphan and had no parents to protect him.
There were only a few people that showed him any kindness. The butcher who bought the meat he hunted which allowed him to make a living and remain in the only home he had ever known, and you, the sweet little baker that stood up for him against the bullies when the two of you were growing up.
The two of you had never exactly been friends, but you had definitely been friendly towards one another and that was a hell of a lot more kindness than most people in Morhymn showed him. Most adults could at least hold off from exploding into physical violence but their malice was thinly veiled.
It was hard on him, but as kids you had told off his bullies. He told himself that he would have been okay. That he was made of hardier stuff. He was half-orc after all. A bit more muscular and less lithe than his peers. But he was in denial, he was extremely sensitive and yearned for understanding. For someone to join him in the flower fields and sing with him.
But he had no hope of blending in. With red hair instead of pale blond, red eyes instead of blue or green, and pale green skin in stark contrast to the sun-kissed tones of the summer elves or snow-touched winter ones, he was a stark reminder of the orcs who had taken the lives of so many elves in the last war.
Even the runners of the orphanage treated him as badly as they possibly could get away with. He spent many hours hiding in one of the closets crying.
But he had one thing, one person, to help him maintain his grip on his sanity and survive such a horrible upbringing. You. It was still a cherished memory, the sound of you shooing off his assailants on the playground. His savior.
He had wished that he had had the courage to try to be your friend back then. He was sure if he had then you’d be closer than anyone by then. Now, all these years later, you were still kind to him. You even gave him a little discount on all the food he ordered, though his tips more than made up for it. But the biggest thing you still did was smile at him, the only truly genuine smiles he had really known.
Algryn needed you. And every single day that need grew. When he thought about it too much, in the dead quiet loneliness of night, the yearning could even bring him to tears.
When he departed from the bakery he made his way to your home. It was rather secluded and surrounded by beautiful flowers and herbs. He knew your schedule, knew that you wouldn’t be home for a while.
He easily pried open the window, something he had done several times before, and snuck in.
The first thing he did was home in on your dirty laundry, picking out the last worn shirt you had thrown on top and laid back on your bed. He pulled out his dick and started huffing your shirt. He was rock hard as he pleasured himself to your smell.
This was likely the shirt you had worn to work yesterday, flavored with the perfect balance of sweet bakery smells and your pungent sweat. It took him an almost embarrassingly short amount of time to cum in his hand. He licked it up to hide the evidence and returned the shirt to its place on the pile.
Algryn began to step away but then a thought stopped him. He had taken other, smaller things but you had more laundry in the pile than normal… you probably wouldn’t really notice if one small article of clothing went missing… would you?
He went back to the mound of clothes and fished out his prize. A nice pair of musky underwear. He pulled open his pants and stuffed your underwear into his, nice and snug against his cock.
Blush crept across his face. Your scents were mingling. Something that touched your most intimate spot was touching his. He felt like he was floating.
Forcing himself back to reality he snuck back out your window and made his way home, taking the underwear out and enjoying the scent while he touched himself to your smell for the second time that day before opening his closet and putting the stolen item in front of a little wooden statue of you that he had carved himself. It joined such trophies as a lock of hair taken from your comb and an apron you had thrown out when it had gotten too threadbare after many days being used at the bakery.
A few days later he actually built the nerve up to ask you out.
“H-hey um… would uh… w-would you maybe like to hang out sometime?”
“Sure, why not?”
You smiled at him and went back to your duties, there were loaves of banana nut bread to take out of the oven.
Of course you didn’t mind hanging out, Algryn seemed nice enough and you could use more buddies to hang out with. But you were more than a little dense socially… you didn’t realize he meant it romantically.
You went out to eat with him and then the two of you went to your house to just enjoy one another’s company. You learned more about each other and at the end of the night, as he went to leave, he kissed you passionately.
After a moment of shock you pushed away.
“Wh-what did you do that for!?”
You probably reacted just a tad bit more forcefully than you had meant to, it was just so shocking!
Algryn was taken aback at your reaction.
“I-isn’t that what you do at the end of a date??”
“Wha- I thought we were just being friends! I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, we can be friends, but I am not looking for a relationship.”
He muttered a sorry beneath his breath and quickly retreated, running home and not letting his tears fall until he was safely inside. He clutched a pillow, weeping into it as he hugged it close. It wasn’t fair. He finally thought he had what he had always desired most, his heart’s fondest wish. His heart’s ONLY wish.
It had been like a dream and now he was being forced to wake up. Didn’t he deserve some happiness? The two of you would be so good for one another, he’d be the best boyfriend and eventual husband for you. Why couldn’t you see that?
When he ran out of tears and could cry no more he just sat at the end of his bed with the closet door open, staring at the shrine he had made to you.
And then a spark of denial grew. A twisted idea born of the tree of his obsession for you grown from the soil of his trauma.
You just needed to be shown how much he cared for you. How much he needed you. How much you needed him but just didn’t know it yet. You just had to be shown! He could make you care for him, be so good for you. He couldn’t just taste your lips on his and walk away from his need for you!
He wiped his eyes and pulled himself together and began putting together his plan.
Over the next few days everything returned to normal and the tensions faded, he became your regular again and nothing was amiss.
Appearances had to be maintained. And when he was at home he studied magic. Simple but useful spells. Most elves and orcs had the capacity to use at least some mild magic. You even used just a smidge in some of your baking, though that was the extent of your abilities.
The half-elf learned some magic that was between intermediate and beginner. Spells to blend with shadows, silence his steps, soundproof his home, and to put people into a deep sleep.
One night he used his soft-step and shadow-meld spells to sneak through town and make it to your house. Then a minor enchantment to keep you asleep and that’s all he needed to steal you away. You had gone to sleep in your own bed and woke up in his.
“Thank god you’re awake, I don’t think I could have controlled myself much longer!”
You realized you were naked and unable to move. Algryn stood over you, naked as well. A large thick cock swung between his legs, hard and moving with each small movement. You were tied with your legs spread. Algryn figured there was no point in delaying your “trip” to his bed by learning complex paralysis spells or binding enchantments when good ol’ rope would do. Plus if you ever got close to escape he could just put you to sleep.
You skipped from pleading and asking what he was doing and went straight to screaming as loud as you could.
“Go ahead, get it all out. But don’t hurt your pretty voice~ Neighbors are spread out and the house is soundproofed!”
He silenced your screaming and crying with his lips, pressing them against yours, kissing you more passionately than you had on your “date”. His hands trembled as they touched and explored all over your body and he salivated as he pressed his nose into your crotch, savoring the divine smell you held there.
You begged him to stop but how could he quit now when he was so drunk on your smell and the feel of your skin? You shook as much as you could against your binds as his mouth enveloped your cock, forcing it to harden against his will.
Your obsessed captor trailed up your body with sweet kisses and soft nibbles, up to your neck which he relished sucking and biting his mark into, making you twitch further in pleasure.
He gripped your soft thighs firmly but making sure not to harm your delicate skin. He took some lube and put a good amount on his fingers, pressing it into your ass, meticulously kneading it into you before slipping some fingers into you, one at a time, to slowly prep you for something quite a lot larger.
Algryn whispered praises and assurances as you struggled and sobbed.
“Shh baby, you’re doing so well for me. So perfect. So warm and tight. You’re going to feel amazing I promise, okay? Just showing you how good I can make you feel, okay?”
He tried to be as soothing as possible but when you have been kidnapped, tied up, and have a half-orc knuckle deep in your insides it is hard to be soothed by anything.
Your twitches as he touched that sacred spot inside you had him touching and rubbing there to distract you from your panic.
When you were panting and bucking despite yourself he slathered up his cock and ever so slowly sunk himself into you. He moaned as he felt your walls squeeze him, like you were embracing him, hugging him, in the most intimate way possible. He was literally inside you, he could feel you so thoroughly, even your heartbeat if he concentrated. Like you were joined as one.
The hybrid began sliding in and out, starting as slowly as possible not only to help you get accommodated to his size but also to savor every bit of friction, feeling his cock glide against your walls. He moaned and whimpered in pleasure, burying his face into your neck and whispering your name over and over.
He tried so hard not to paint your insides with his seed too fast but he was helpless given how perfectly you fit him. A warm glove made just for him. And in turn he was made just for you.
Algryn had inherited the stamina of his orc parentage and remained aroused inside you, and after a moment to ride out his climax began immediately thrusting into you more fervently.
Tears continued to flow from your eyes, no longer from fear or violation but now from overwhelming carnal bliss. Your cock twitched as it shot cum up across your belly, something he took a moment to scoop up with a finger before licking clean. Definitely sweeter than your cinnamon roll glaze. He kissed you deeply, dominating your tongue with his as he shared the sugary flavor of your own seed with you.
Over the next few hours the two of you continued to make love, the room was filled with your mingled scents, his arms holding you as he lazily humped into you, filling you with even more of his musky semen as he finished one final time. By that point you barely noticed, having been reduced to a blushing, moaning, trembling, ball of overstimulated sex.
He unbound you, making sure to magically lock down the house to prevent your escape, before the two of you slipped into a well deserved sleep, his dick still inside you through the night and using you to keep it nice and snug throughout the night.
In the morning he would go another round before cleaning the two of you up and giving you lots of care. You’d probably be really out of it due to shock and accept the food he fed to you. At some point he’d get a place far in the woods and take you there where he could keep you more easily.
If you ever got sad or uppity about it he’d just remind you how good he could make you feel.
Your mimic boyfriend always wins at hide and seek.
Which is an endearing quality, for the most part.
But when you really would like to find the rascal, it can be a bit frustrating when its so doggedly committed to the ruse.
You've checked all of its usual favorite spots. Usually, it prefers places it knows you'll interact with so that it can fulfill its instincts and 'catch' you. It could be worse- you're thankful that your mimic prefers cuddling and advanced cuddling over spraying you with digestive enzymes or trying to swallow you whole.
You plop down on one of the bar stools (that you're reasonably sure isn't actually your boyfriend in disguise- you've already made that mistake before and don't feel like cleaning up a mess like that again at the moment) leaning on the kitchen island with an overblown sigh.
"Alright, I give up. You win, you can come out now." You call out.
Silence.
…Typical. During a match, it won't give up for anything until it feels like its clearly earned its victory or loss.
Luckily for you, you have an idea to test that you think may just be foolproof.
You pull out your communicator, devious smile lighting your face.
Then, after a bit of typing, you sit and you wait.
Finally, as you're doing the at least tenth visual pass of the space, the doorbell rings.
You return from answering the door with the rustling of a take out bag.
"I suppose I'll have to just eat all of this myself then." You monologue aloud to the seemingly empty room, setting out the spread of sushi containers down on the counter, one after the other. Then, you take a seat to pick at your lunch and simply observe.
To its credit, it resists for a solid few minutes before its camouflage starts to slip.
It's subtle at first, but their hiding spot becomes obvious very quickly when the edge of one of the throw pillows on the chaise lounge starts to visibly ripple at the edges, as if reality itself was warping and breaking the logic of the normally solid object.
When you look up from answering a message, the pillow in question has changed form altogether, from square and plain white, to the recognizable shape of sushi.
You fight the urge to laugh out loud. Its mind is obviously on one thing, even if its stubbornly holding out.
You watch it for a few more moments before rising and approaching its hiding spot.
"Got you." You say simply, picking the pillow up and giving it a firm squeeze between your hands.
Its shape shifts in your hands, from the soft plushie-like sashimi, to a intermediary moment of gummy slime threatening to drip through the cracks of your fingers, to then finally stretching and expanding outwards on both ends, until you are holding up a monochromatic, yet otherwise very accurate facsimile of yourself by the underarms.
"You cheated." Your mirror image protests, letting its head lull back petulantly with a smug grin, completely dead weight.
"It's not cheating if it's not addressed in the rules, my dear." You retort. "That is called a loophole."
"Loophole, loophole." It repeats in a recreation of your voice as if it were playing back a tape at different speeds, seeming to like the sound of the new word. "Looo-ooop-hole."
"Now, are you going to sit and eat with me like a civilized being?"
"Do I have to?" It sighs, deflating slightly. You know that if it had it its way, it would simply roll over its food like a steamroller and absorb it.
"It would please me." You say, amused. "And it would be much easier to feed you..."
It stretches its arms above its head and escapes your grasp, immediately making a beeline for the seat next to yours.
(Yandere vampire family x female elf reader x yandere elven family)
(The video is not mine, original post, It's from the anime vampire hunter D bloodlust )
[Again, as I usually say in everything I write, English is not my first language, so if there is any mistakes made in creation of this text, I apologize]
Note: this text is inspired by this post.
Another note: for better imagination I recommend seeing costumes of the movie Le reign margot and the anime vampire hunter D blood lost for the general atmosphere of it, for more inspiration you can also look up Requiem chevalier vampire by Olivier ledriot. All of the characters belong to me, and if you'd like to read more of this universe, I'd love to provide. This is my take on some tropes of manhwas and if you are the type to love the obsessive family over long lost daughter or something like that, I'm tired of them lol. Enjoy this while listening to the harpsichord playing!
Another another note: it's sort of a sci-fi fantasy gothic setting
I was thinking of making this longer than other stuff I've made since it's oc and I'd like to ramble about details.
Tw: yandere tendencies, mentions of death, torture and injuries, emotional and physical abuse, racism (fantasy races).
@shenryu-sama
"Damn..." your phone fell from your hand and hit the mattress with a soft thud as you tried to process what you had just read "How can someone be so...cruel?" You mumbled to yourself, your voice muffled under your blanket. Holding your hand against your mouth, You felt your stomach churn as you tried not to recall the scene you had just read, but the image relayed in your mind over and over. You had read far worse things, but why this one stuck in your head and made you so sick, you didn't know. You looked at your phone's screen which was set to low brightness to not hurt your already throbbing eyes since your nightly habit was catching up with you, and watched the words dance under your unfocused gaze as you remembered the scene, your imaginative mind trying to create it for your mind's eye.
"As he strode about the sacred garden, the flowers that pulsated with the holy energy of the goddess perished in the vicinity of his dark Aura that lingered on his person, their withered petals turning to ashes with the soft gust of wind his floating cape made. The statue of the saintess of the household cracked with the sheer magnitude of his very presence, her open arms falling off of her marble-carved body onto the dead soil. No creature of the night had reached such power, not without feeding from the countless souls ripped off their mortal flesh by their sharp claws, and yet...he seemed to have exceeded the qualifications of the dark ones, their heads bowed in respect to the depravity of their creation.
His smirk grew more sinister as he watched the massive mansion burn in the purple flames of his mages, the once blue-colored roofs now in flames, the top-tier wood turning to cursed coal that would never burn for anything holy, the screams of the inhabitants locked inside, in the air. He stood and watched, circling the small locked box between his fingers as he usually did, the smooth surface of the metallic box reminiscent of her soft skin, was a balm to his senses, well, at least the senses that were not numbed to the world outside, his hollow mind filled with nothing but carnage and...her.
"Ahh sweetling, not even he is burning as good as you did" his whisper was lost to the wind feeding the frenzied flames, and a soft scoff left his thinned lips "Even if he claimed to be the purest" he spat the word to the statue of the saintess that stared ahead, just as he. The familiar numb feeling in his mind reached downwards to his nonbeating heart, as his thumb gently pushed the button of the lock to make the box's lid open gently with a soft click, he didn't want to waste even a speck of the crimson powder inside "May I sweetling?" He asked in mock gentleness as he buried the tip of his claw into the powder "Bon appétit" he murmured with mockery, bringing the snuff to his nose and inhaling the finely grounded dust.
His eyes fluttered in ecstasy, the wide pupils moving upwards before rolling "Ahhh sweetling" he called once more for his lady, her pure ashes coming down to his nasal cavity, coating his mouth in her taste, her perfume mixed with the ashes filling his senses, the tip of his pointed ears warming, just like a blushing boy...well, as much as his corrupt body would. "Watch sweetling, watch as I avenge us" he gestured to the State raised to ashes "Watch as they burn just as you did my beloved, I made them pay, just as I did you"
You wanted to throw up, what kind of a sick man would literally cannibalize his wife through snuff?! You trashed about in frustration, this villain was something else! Sure most villains were sick and twisted, but this bastard was supposed to fucking love his wife! What was all of this?! Why did it bother you so much though? It seemed like the scene made your own flesh burn, ack! This cursed novel sucked!
"Aaaaah!" You muffled your frustrated scream in your pillow, trying to be silent in the dead of the night. With a weak stupid protagonist who was supposed to be a Mary Sue "saintness" and a dumb male lead who didn't know boundaries and was toxic to his teeth, you didn't know how on the website's loaded server the author would manage to make this story make sense, which it did not! Plus the art style sucked! Ugh! After a few chapters of bodies proportioned so badly that made any good artist cry, you had switched to the novel to find any redeeming qualities since some stories were better in novel form but nope! It was still horse dump.
You scrolled past the text to read the comments, your eyes moving from one to another, everyone agreed with you on that, the novel sucked, many had thought it was because of the translation but a few had said it was just the same in its original language, a few had said the world building and the villain were the best parts and yet the compliment wasn't that good given the genuine sickness of the villain's character, UGH! Well the villain was as obscure as a shadow, you hadn't seen him in his drawn form, and you thanked the universe for that, after reading that scene you didn't want to associate anything with him!
Puffing the stale air of the covers you had pulled over your head you finally let it slide down, inhaling fresh air. You reached out for the VR headset you had managed to sneak out of your cousin's place, which they didn't even care about one bit since they were busy with their new gadgets, and put it on, making watching something light-hearted and nice or playing animal crossing would help you relax your mind, but as you shifted to sit up with the headset on, your phone from your mattress on the floor and you cursed under your breath, reaching down blindly to find it.
Your fingers moved on the floor, searching around, you bit your lip to focus, reaching a little further down without going off the bed, your lazy self not wanting to leave its warmth, but then you knocked the glass of water on your nightstand and it fell on your head, you gasped from the shock of it all, freezing, not just because of the water but also from the sharp "zzt" sound coming from the headset oh shi-
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The sound of bombs could be heard in the distance, the troops of goddess Mekt kept bombarding the fallen city of Balna, but you knew the cavalry troops were on their way, everyone knew, and that was why there was a sense of dreadful urgency in the air that was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The scent of the burnt flesh was in the air, making you sick to the point you thought you'd throw up by the polished boots of your kin, knowing whose flesh it was made it far far worse.
"I...I can't..." your voice shook as you clutched the large rifle in your hands, your limbs shaking from the weight of the weapon loaded with silver bullets. Your gaze looked upwards, in the dim light of the night, the shadows of the torches painted the pale faces of the company mounted on their steeds, the animals agitated from the noises and the sense of impending doom of the darkness that came with the approaching cavalry, their neighs jolting you here and there, the blood on your dress clung to your corset and skin.
"Just as incompetent as your mother" The ancient elf gritted his teeth in frustration, his sharp pale gaze on your person, his pointed ears sharply pointed upwards in a sign of anger and irritation. "Do as you are told, woman!" He hissed, reaching forward to grasp your hair, pulling it so hard that you thought a chunk of the strands were ripped off "I said kill them! Have you gone deaf?!" He shook your upper body by your hair, your scalp burning "You are the only one who can kill them without their curse infecting you! Do it before it's too late!" He threw you back onto the ground, your face hitting the stoned ground, the warmth of blood dripping off of your bruised lip.
Your blurry eyes turned to the tall couple embracing each other a few feet away, the dark cape of the male draped over his mate, holding her head against his chest in an attempt to hide her from the danger of their inescapable death, his own eyes set upwards onto the stars, you'd think the silver-haired vampire was thinking of his home planet, he had so many times told you of his sweet memories from his lands, where he had flourished and thrived. Maybe in his own faith and hope, he thought his dark soul would join his ancestors in an eternal dance with the dark ones, maybe he thought this fate wasn't going to be the end of the love he shared with his beloved.
"I can't-" You didn't want to harm them, no, you could not, not when they had accepted you in with open arms, and not, especially when they grounded him- a pained gasp left you as pain coursed through your veins, the magic-infused staff of your father hitting your back over and over as the elven lord unleashed his frustration upon you, "I said pull.the.damned.trigger you incompetent pathetic excuse of an elf! Do it before I end them with you just out of spite of seeing you flayed!" He kept hitting you down, the voices of the couple before you muffled by the rushing blood into your ears...or maybe it was your own blood?
"Ardana!" A voice called, nearly beast-like, mixed with the frantic screams of the female vampire "Let me go! Let me go to her Eckhart! My child!", the beastly growls and demands of you being left alone though soon silenced the female one "Let her go! Let her go you filthy elves!" your haunched form didn't have to turn to see the caged vampire to know from where it was coming from, bound with silver cuffs, his flesh burning by the blessed alloy, his mind a frenzy both from the pain and the weight of his mate being beaten down in refusal of killing his parents.
You refused to do as you were told, your limbs crawling to hold onto the leg of the elven lord, your blood-covered limbs clutching onto the silky fabric of his robes, your will long fused with titanium. You knew the death of the dukedom's lady and lord would mean chaos, you had many times rethought your actions over and over, dreadful of the destiny carved out for you, but the staff's attack on your body were turning unbearable, your muscles giving in onto the beatings as your father let go of his long-held fury, making you his punchbag. You needed to buy time and it'd be over! Just a few more seconds and the cavalry would be here, just a few more...seconds...and your fate...and his...would change...
"ARDANA!"
The gravity of the ground pulled your unconscious body down, your soul long gone into the realm of dreams that you couldn't feel the pain of the impact "My sweetling! No! NO!" The desperate roars of the bound vampire were soon mixed in with the sound of the hooves of the mechanic steeds, your father's horrified gaze not leaving your bloodied form as he was pulled away by his men, his lips calling for your mother, his hands shaking with remorse and guilt.
It'd be worth it...right?
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Cuteness Aggression is real, you had realized it early on when you were swallowing the fluffy head of the feline creature on your lap as you kissed her over and over, her fur getting into your nostrils but you could careless when you were squeezing her gently, and the cat actually enjoyed it! Trifine she was, a good-sized feline with sharp baby blue eyes and white fluffy hair, her meows soft and girly-like, her presence always glued to your side, she was a gift upon your coming of age ceremony, and the magic-infused animal was with you ever since. Her ears twitched as a butterfly sat on it's head, looking like an airplane with a look saying "Really now?" You giggled, scratching it's chin to which she swooned into, making the blue insect fly away into the gardens below.
"Mæa?" The cat looked up in confusion as you stopped kissing her head for the 45th time that hour, looking at your wide saucer eyes, those globes wanting your attention all the time, but the maids were busy braiding your hair and needed your head to be steady. You petted her head with an apologetic "It'll be done soon" your voice coming in a rather breathy feminine voice, which you had yet to get used to, yet still it felt odd using it. Trifine purred in contentment as she made biscuits on your thighs, letting the stress of waking up too early out, uncaring to the bustle of the maids in the room as they did your daily routine of getting ready, her pink bean toes leaving marks on the fabric of the towel draped over your lap.
Your gaze went to the reflection of your face in a small round mirror held up by a maid as she smiled at you, her bright eyes round and lovely "What do you say, your ladyship? Is the new hairstyle to your liking?" The round face of the dark-skinned elf stared at you through the reflection, framed by the clay flowers around the mirror, when Aradana had to respond, you did "Aye, it is quite lovely" Your long pointed ears twitched in delight as your shapely fingers touched your cheeks. It'd be embarrassing if you were to realize how expressive your ears were, letting on for your any emotion, that was why many ladies wore lace hats that restricted the movement of their ears and held them in place to hide their true emotions, just as they did by hiding their faces behind their fans.
The maids smiled at your satisfaction, they had trained hard to learn how to handle the unique hair texture of of the sun elves, which was rare in these grounds, but they were learning, and your mother was pleased. One maid powdered the golden-colored braids to ensure their health, the powder laced with a sweet calming perfume that filled the aura about you, giving your person an even more pleasing presence and soothing the spirit of anyone about and you. They dabbed your scalp with purified pomade to trap moisture, it's cool texture making your scalp tingle, and you couldn't help but shudder at its effects.
Who knew being pampered felt so good, even if the body you were in was a complete stranger to you a few weeks ago. That electric shock the headset had put you through had sent your consciousness out of your body, and somehow, in some way, by the will of a sick deity or something, you had ended up in another world. At least the VIP care you got was nice. Baths and showers every time you wanted, the best beautiful flowing gowns that puffed around your shoulders, the glistening pearls and jewels in drawers upon drawers of jewelry cases. Yeah, being a noblewoman was nice, it felt like playing Barbie in real life, and by some miracle, which you had learned was the magic of the items you used, you didn't tire of it.
The voices of the maids echoed in the vast chambers, the soft hums and even occasional singings giving a background noise to the opulent residence. They diligently polished the floors and dusted every nook and crony, the skirts of their uniform dresses tucked under their belts, their bare legs in full view, low-heeled shoes petter pattering about, their short ears hidden under their clean and purely white bonnets. Where humans used skin color for segregation, elves were ranked by their ear size, which about yours...they were...something. as long as the palm of your hands they were. The soft appendages were delicate and took extreme care to maintain, just like the ancient Chinese tradition of growing your nails long as a sign of nobility, highborn elves of every branch that were created by Mekt had longer and more expressive ears. The priests said Mekt adored pointed ears, which favored the nobles, but you knew it was all bullshit to secure power, elves and humans weren't much different in the grand scheme of things.
Your perfectly filed fingers ram through the soft fur of Trifine, the fluffy gal purring a storm, gently batting imaginary flies around her. The maids cooed as they pampered the feline as well, offering it snacks and brushing her long tail that moved about as if it had a mind of its own. You sighed softly, giving Adarana, or you, to be honest, another look. You had screamed your head off when you had woken up to realize where the hell you were. The damned headset had sent you to a very dangerous place and from the looks of it, you had no way out of it.
Your eyes moved about to hide the tears of frustration, your cute button nose twitching a little in an attempt to scrunch up. Your chambers was something out of a commercial in size respectively, with a large marble-styled bathroom that ran on magic-infused boiled water, a toilette that had flowered patterned tiles that shimmered under the candlelight, a whole dedicated prayer room with everything needed there, especially with a statue of Mekt, which you covered with a cloth, given your trauma with the scene you had read about her and the villain. Two walk-in closets filled with every fashion item imaginable, an office that you got your lessons in and met your tutors at, and a boudoir which was reserved for close friends, to which you didn't have any, only your mother visited you there for tea, and you had counted, exactly three window seats and 12 windows of different shapes in total around the living quarters.
So you had truly ended up in that damned novel huh? It wasn't a dream, your countless attempts to wake up which some may had been too painful than others reminded you of that but how did you end up here in the world of "The silver-spooned saintness", you did not know, maybe it was another version of the "Truck-kun" messing with you or it was a punishment out of nowhere or the sheer hatred of the stupid author, you weren't sure. And the title, whatever the hell that translated title means, sure, silver spoon in Korean meant being born of wealth, but still...you now HATED the damned title.
Speaking of the saintess, you rolled your eyes so hard that the poor maids thought there was something wrong, to which you just waved your hand, ignoring their confused glances. The saintess was the protagonist, the oh-so-powerful, beautiful, all-knowing Yuviel Palewand, Adarana's sibling and now...your little sister. How?! Why?! Why she author? Why she?! Yuviel had the personality of a fluffy white bread and oh you'd be cursed, she was just aa white to the core. Sometimes you flinched at how translucent her skin was, the author's obsession with white skin, a tall skinny body, pink hair, and purple eyes made you want to find the author and shove some sense into them, not even Asians themselves were that "perfect", which was alright! Yuviel looked bad in the art style of her story, but in person, she seemed so sickly it was...disturbing.
Yuviel had the typical childcare story plot line, the daughter of a long lost lover sent to an orphanage found in the worst condition possible, doted upon by her father and siblings, it would be a really good plot for fluffy fillings on the pages, which it was. Palewand state was a very gorgeous one, with lush greenery and a mansion so massive it rivaled a palace, which it had to, Balthinal Palewand, your father, was one of the few viscounts in elven domain of the planet Leril after all. Your three younger brothers were just as typical as one could be given a story of as Yuviel's, things were perfect, but you were there, and as an imposter in the body of the young elf, you knew things weren't as simple.
"Your" father was a high elf of the branch of the moon elves, pale, tall with gray eyes, he literally could shimmer under the direct light, his excessive use of silk didn't help either. He had an arranged marriage with "your" mother, Eponia of Woella, a sun elf, to strengthen the bond of the states. She had a fair build, with a full body and lovely dark skin, and you, Ardana, had inherited most of her features but still shared the same pale silver eyes with your father. Your father had cheated on your mother and Yuviel was the fruit of it, and he had the audacity to not only bring her in but shower her with more love than he had shown Ardana, which had made your mother resentful.
Eponia was not a woman of pettiness, she was wise and a lady through and through but Mekt's enemies be damned, if one were to say something bad about you, she'd gauge their eyes out. That was why you liked Eponia more than others, she was genuine and loved Ardana fully. None of these details were mentioned in the novel, especially, the fact that YOU were ENGAGED, to the villain of the story, in an attempt from your father to save YUVIEL from the clutches of a bloodsucking beast, oh you nearly forgot, on top of being a misogynistic, pro classism, and an asshole that had favorites, he also was racist to the bone. He had thrown you under the bus to save his favorite. Obsessive fathers like him made you sick to the bone, especially knowing one of the reasons she was so liked by his was Yuviel's likeness to her late mother, which the older maids had said he was obsessed with as well...ew.
At least the sons of the family were rather normal, well as normal as spoiled nobles could be, none of them had an inch of a hard spine, aside from Irtar, who was a young teen in elven years by the time you had gotten there, if the story would proceed as it did in the novel, the talented elf would go through so much. Surprisingly Eponia seemed to like you more than she did her sons, Curufor, your eldest brother and the heir to the Palewand state, had told young Ardana it was because Eponia always wanted a daughter, that was why she had put up with Balthinal and gave birth to three sons only for the fourth babe to turn out as a female. Good thing you had Ardana's memories. That was how you had escaped the skeptical gaze of Mellion, the middle son, who seemed to stare right through your eyes and reach your soul, your mother always disliked how much that piercing gaze was reminiscent of Balthinal's, to add salt to the already festering wound of Eponia's resentment, none of her sons looked like her either, you could see why she was so attached to Abrana, in Leril no bride had the chance to take any maid or lady in waiting of her father's state to her new home. The Palewand family was well, at least "functional" to a degree, Abrana was always grateful that none of her siblings turned against their family as most elves did.
Racism was prevalent in Leril which was actually acceptable to any elf, not only on the green and lush planet of elves but also in the whole universe Abrana knew of. The elves from different planets shared the universal hatred of any races other than their own, thank Mekt they are not racist to their own- oh right...the ear size thing...Mekt had some explaining to do, but nah, according to the scripture of Mekt's church, she was the bride to Kytvan, the lord of all, and not many dared to question her ways, aside from the dark ones, who themselves had their own can of worms that was spilled everywhere. But again, given how humans and orcs acted, you didn't think other deities were good enough to criticize Mekt. At least she had managed her creation better than others. Other planets were a constant mess.
Especially on Sevonad's dead soil, where Necropolis, the city of sin and decay, had festered like a plague, oozing puss and sickness. You had once seen the map of the dark planet and its moons and by Mekt! Why half of Senovad's surface was covered in a hulking hive city?! Necropolis was like a living behemoth of a parasite of metal and wires, withering with energy and countless towers that pierced the atmosphere of the planet, it had slithered into it's never dying core and rooted at the shadowed side of the planet that was stuck in its orbit and didn't turn its northern side towards the sunlight, which had given the nocturnal side of Sevonad the perfect condition for the creatures of the night to thrive in, the other side was under constant sunlight, and was mostly a never-ending sahara, deprived of any shade, literal demons roaming it's grounds. What were the dark ones thinking when they created this massive rock in space?
The readers sort of liked the worldbuilding of the story, a mixture of fantasy races in a universe of gothic horror with futuristic technology and magic, but the author hadn't had given much of the details, not to the clarity you had seen. There were three habitable planets in the Zorak sector, aside from the planet of humans, which in itself was like a fantasy version of Earth, named Sabra, they had the same state of tech as the modern days, fused with magic and conflict, hardly reaching for the stars since vampires sabotaged their endeavors in an attempt to keep them trapped for their own harvesting, though victims of vampires colonization, even the orcs didn't like to touch them, why? Given that you yourself were human in spirit, you knew why.
There was Sevonad, the dark planet, Sabra, Leril, and the fourth and the most barbaric one, Adigog, a planet covered in the bile-like greenery that seemed sickly from the outside, home to orcs and other fantasy races that were too barbaric for the other planets, good thing they hadn't developed technology to the point of space travel, which you didn't think they were capable of, given the constant tribal wars they went through. Diegord, their god, was just as repulsive in nature in mythology and scripture as his creations were, always harassing Mekt. It was a solid world-building, and further from the planet sectors of Zorak were other sectors, which were not mentioned in the book or in the maps you had seen, it seemed they didn't want to interact with Zorakians, and the ships coming in and out of the three planets of the sector didn't venture out of its borders either.
Life in Palewand state wasn't that bad, Eponia watched over you, doted on you, babied you even...yeah sure...Life in Palewand state wasn't that bad, well aside from the constant stress of where the hell the story was going!
The silver-spooned saintess's story was of a struggling elf maiden that had taken sanctuary in the capital of Leril's monastery after a grueling war between vampires and elves, the typical saintess arch, and that included a very toxic elf prince, and the whole story was about them dealing with the villain of the story. Silvain Agarand and his pursuit of avenging the Palewand family by any means.
Leril had been long under the colonization of the vampires coming from Sevonad as well, vampires had reached their claws to every single planet in search of new resources, greedy and cruel, they had taken the Eastern hemisphere of the planet for themselves and with use of their superior technology and Mekt's absence, since the priests said she had gone to a millennia rest after fighting off Diegord in the heavens. They had occupied the land and had extended their influence and power on the dark elves of the east, making the Drows their minions and thralls. For centuries it was total chaos on the eastern side, with the frontiers of the states close to the east in constant war with the vampires, but in the end, the elves, given the absence of their deity and patron to fund their mana, gave in, and relented to their terms, aside from letting the vampires suck up the resources of the planet, every century, from a chosen state, by random, a young elf would marry into the realm of the vampires on Leril and your family was chosen this time. At first, Yuviel was put up as an option given her perfect nature, which was the author's way of adding coal to the fire of fangirling for her, oh perfect Yuviel! So perfect that she was chosen to be the oh-so-pure sacrificial bride...yeah, you wanted to rip your hair out in frustration. Your father had changed the candidate to you, earning your and Eponia's scorn. And who was your darling betrothed? Yes, it was HIM!
According to the story, the villain Silvain Agarand, the Duke to the Agarand state, which was a large continent on the northern part of the occupied lands, was a sadistic mad vampire that sought nothing but the demise of Yuviel Palewand and her family, and he does to an extent, killing everyone but her and her youngest brother Irtar Palewand, who somehow with the help of the male lead and Mekt's blessing would get rid of the villain. You hadn't read enough to know what was going to happen, the poor grammar and also the all-over-the-place plotline of the story had frustrated you, but you still remembered one thing.
Arbana had died in the original plotline. Yes, because she was married off to that sadistic Agarand and Mekt knew what he had done to her, and now that your father had pushed the engagement onto you instead of Yuviel, you were going insane from the stress, so much so that even Eponia noticed and tried to argue with your father, day and night to make him see the absurdity of it all. He had finally relented and agreed to annul the engagement if the Agarands were not to respect the elven tradition of meeting the bride in person before choosing her. Which was impossible, given the fact that no vampire could reach Palewand state without being weakened to the stage of a mere thrall because of the pulsating veins of Mekt's mana in the land.
You huffed in frustration as you paced around your room, your pet cat looking at you in confusion as you frantically mumbled "Why me? Why me? Why me?!" The reality was setting in and it was setting in HARD! Not even those damned good-smelling tea or delicious snacks could calm you down, why on Leril's soil you had to be the "tribute"?! The night's dinner no matter how many times your mother had insisted was a good meal had made you nauseated with its strange aroma, and it didn't help your anxiety at all. The soothing tea that your mother had sent to your chambers was sitting in the corner, long forgotten and had turned cold half an hour ago.
You were going to kiss little Trifine in your arms as she let out a soft 'mrrp' of concern, before you heard a soft "squeak" coming from the window, you furrowed your brows and looked down at Trifine, the purring cat tilting her head as well, as if sensing something wasn't right. Trifine didn't make such noises, sure she had made some weird noises here and there like soft meows that sounded like she was singing but not a squeak-"Squeak"
You turned around, searching for where the noise was coming from only to find a small FLUFFY batling on the window's railings, any thoughts of your misery were thrown out of your mind as you met its wide crimson eyes "Squeak" It made another noise as it realized you had noticed it, perking up, Oh Mekt!...why was it so cute?! You put Trifine down, the feline looking up quizzically, not understanding why she was put down, as you approached the window slowly to not scare the batling, but the fluffball seemed unfazed, sitting on its small stubby legs.
"Hello" you greeted it with a high-pitched voice out of your excitement, and the batling just puffed its fluffy chest and squeaked again, as if greeting you back. Its large flap-like ears perked up, the flat nose twitching a little. You clawed at your chest "Ack!" It was so unexpected, you hadn't seen any bats like it before and surely there was not a place for them in the state's grounds. You tilted your head closer, refusing to give in to the urge of petting the creature. You couldn't help but coo as it rubbed it's head with it's left wing, fluttering it's wings before looking up once more, as if it was preening for your attention.
The batling crawled closer, it's leathery wings shuddering a little, maybe because of the unfamiliar situation it was in? It seemed curious and eager, which was strange, even for elves animals were still apprehensive of them. You tried to reach out to pet the fluffy white creature when another voice startled both of you, another white batling came screeching as it attacked the first one, you gasped and tried to do something but you realized the attack wasn't harmful, it was as if the second bat was scolding the first one by slapping it with its wings over and over. Before you could do something the second batling literally threw the first one off of the railings and then flew off, leaving you flagbastered and little Trifine confused as hell, the poor thing was sitting there looking up, a look of "What just happened?!" On her face. Well, that was something.
You were puzzled, shaking your head to clear your mind, You turned around to pick up Trifine once more before the first batling poked it's head in again "Squeak!" You giggled at it's persistence but- "You look even more lovely in person-" "EEK!" You screamed in shock hearing a very deep masculine voice coming from the batling, and it was so loud it startled the creature and it fell once more as it let out a loud scream with a voice that wasn't befitting of the manly voice "Ahh!". After you had calmed down, you looked down the window to see if what you had seen was real or not but down on the white rose bushes below the window there was nothing, maybe the meal had messed up with your mind? Your mother had said it was a special herb inside, yeah, maybe it was the game of the mind, but why did poor Trifine keep frantically meowing around you? Maybe she was startled by your scream as well, how strange...
And even more strange was- "The engagement will proceed as planned" Yes, the engagement wasn't annulled as much as your mother had wanted it to. Why? You didn't know "But why?" You spoke, making others look your way "I haven't seen the heir of the Agarand state and he hasn't seen me! It's...it's..." You trailed off to find the right words "It's ridiculous!" Your mother shouted, coming to your aid, standing up from her seat, the plates on the breakfast table moving at her sudden movement, Eponia rarely lost her temper like this, but it was her baby she was defending. "It has been decided woman-" your father sighed "I do not care! They haven't followed the tradition-" "They have actually, sit down and listen" Balthinal sighed, rubbing his temper, why breakfast needed to be complicated like this?
"He has seen our daughter" he started, everyone's head snapped in your direction to which you gave them a confused look back "I haven't-" "It seems the heir and his chaperone had entered the Palewand state last night in disguise of-" your mind started to reel as your father explained, trying to remember the past few nights, wait-so the batling-NO WAY! That explained the crimson eyes and the deep voice! Those filthy vampires could shapeshift! "It's unacceptable! I was in my sleeping gown and he-he has breached my privacy and dignity!" You tried to argue, but your father was busy cutting down the bread in front of him "It is decided, and they will send a company with offerings before taking Ardana for the engagement ceremony at the border" The finality in his tone made you stop, fuming silently, as a daughter you couldn't argue with your father further, and your mother didn't seem any better, and the 'pure' Yuviel was being handfed by Mellion once again, oblivious to everything.
It took only less than a week for the ceremonial party to reach
Palewand state, that you refused to leave your room, but curiosity got the better of you after the arrival of the company was announced. You and Trifine watched from the window of your chambers, your eyes widened at the sheer amount of gifts and carriages they had sent. You held up Trifine who seemed curious as well, wanting her to be the judge of it all just as you were. "Meow," She said "Yeah...that's a lot of carriages" you agreed with Trifine, looking down at the five full carriages colored black with the symbol of the three-headed hydra plastered on their doors in a glistening purple color. Your doom seemed to approach you in extravagant robes.
"Are they courting the daughter of a king or something?" Your father huffed as you and your mother watched the vampire vassals wearing dark Bautas to hide their faces from the glaring sun and bring in the many caskets of gifts. Your mother slapped his arm with her fan, making him give back a glare "Your daughter doesn't have anything less than a princess" Eponia huffed, fanning herself. You wished you hadn't come down to the entrance hall to see the gifts pouring in, but Trifine was restless and so were you plus your mother had insisted, she spoke of the vassals' need to see you up close to know your worth or something, whatever it was, you didn't want to touch even a speck of dust coming down the gifts let alone use them, but soon they'd be part of the dowery you'd be taking with you.
The caskets and chests were opened, filled to the brim with dresses up to date in fashion in silk and other materials, pelts of legendary animals, jewelry of any kind, shoes of different heights, books of different subjects, large vials of glistening perfumes, even a golden harp. Alright...maybe they were doing too much- "Five hundred thousand gold?!" Your father spat in disbelief as the vassals silently opened the gold chest, revealing the golden bars branded by the symbol of Palewand state, basically a payment to the father of the bride for giving an "asset" away, how convenient. You kept petting Trifine, showing disinterest.
"Darling" Your mother called for you gaining your attention as she gestured to a vassal approaching with a dark red velvet cushion in his hands, a glistening golden ring upon it "This is your naming ring my dear" She spoke softly, holding your right hand, gently caressing the back of it with her thumb, if you were going to leave, she'd try to make it somehow tolerable for you in any way she could. "Naming ring?" You asked and she nodded, your gaze on the vassal's hand, the realization that every vampire of importance had numerous rings on them setting in. "By accepting the naming ring you accept the engagement, at the ceremony of engagement you will be given another ring, and then another at your wedding, three rings, symbolizing the three...dark ones... and the three hydras of the house Agarand" Your mother fanned herself even faster, trying to keep herself calm, it was like giving up her precious little girl to the slaughterhouse, but she couldn't say no.
The vassal knelt as he offered up the pillow, his face and emotions hidden by the mask, which any vampire you had ever seen wore to protect themselves from burns. You hesitantly reached out for the ring and picked it up looking at the glistening viper coiling around it "Who gives their betrothed a viper ring?" You scrunched up your nose in disgust, your mother chiding you in a murmur "Darling!" You knew your comment was rude but you had to let out your anger in some way. The horned viper was one of the three hydras of the house Agarand, but alas...it was rather heavy, and the ruby gems worked in its eyes glistened, reminding you of the eyes of the batling, oh that weasel Silvain-
You lowered your head and put it on your mother's shoulder for support as your father put the ring on your trembling hand, finalizing the betrothal process. "His lord and ladyship Agarand will be hosting the ceremony at the border by the Kalmas lake by the third full moon" the vassal spoke, bowing before backing away. Here it went, why couldn't you change the story of your doom like other characters in different stories you had read? Or it was just a hoax the author put in? Your will didn't matter, and the ring on your finger seemed very heavy, your blood freezing in your veins feeling it's magical grip around your heart.
The parting ceremony held by your parents a week later from the gifting was nothing short of a nightmare, everyone gave you either pitiful or disgusted glances, and women behind their fans whispered to themselves as you walked past them, their eyes narrowed in on your every action and Yuviel and your siblings weren't anywhere to be seen, probably coddling Yuviel or something, you didn't want to see them anyway. You felt like a sacrificial lamb paraded around, your mother refused to attend out of spite of your father, who tried to smile and failed miserably at every given minute, because he knew he was the one to blame, and the nobility for once were siding with his wife instead of him, because he was taking his child away to hand her to bloodsucking wolves.
You had wept the night before your parting, the company sent by your new family would leave before the break of day since the exchange spot was a day away, and vampires could not stand in direct sunlight. Your mother had wept her eyeliner off the whole time, Yuviel as well, though you didn't show any emotions, other than a soft hiccup when Trifine was taken from you, it was direct orders, no pets, servants, or belongings of the bride would be transferred with her, upon the engagement ceremony, which the bride had to attend alone, she'd be reborn as a lady of the night. Poor Trifine kept meowing as she looked at you, and you swore you could see her cry, your maids wept too, it was nothing like a happy parting, but you didn't blame them either.
Your mother kissed your face over and over, pulling the hood of your cape down to cover your face "Make sure to eat well alright my little mouse?" She caressed your face, not wanting to tear up again at your trembling lips. "Woman-" "Just shut up and let me say goodbye to my daughter!" Eponia snapped at her husband before she guided you into the carriage, putting a blanket on your lap as she fluffed it up for you, trying to hold back her tears "If anything happens..." She trailed off, there was no turning back now was it? She reached out and put a small vial in your hands "Dying with dignity is worth more" She whispered, and the realization dawned on you.
The carriage's door closed and enclosed you in it's darkness, leaving you alone to digest the reality that Eponia had given you the poison to kill yourself with, but the irony was, you didn't seem to dislike the idea either, after all, the war was away for less than a year, and your sealed fate wasn't that better either, maybe you'd do it to spite the dark ones and the Agarands.
In the carriage you were on your own, refusing to touch any of the gifts put there, glaring at the hidden portrait of your to be fiancé inside a velvet-covered box, you hadn't seen him yet, but his audacity and rudeness as well as his apparent character from the novel made you want to set the portrait on fire. Your head rested on the soft inner padding of the seat, rocking softly as you listened to the hooves of the mechanical horses touching the road, your family had sent nothing but the gifts the Agarands had sent for you with you, no dowery to your name, a literal nobody entering the maws of death.
You had fallen asleep from exhaustion and mental fatigue, the company reached the massive tents set beside the lake that shimmered under the moonlight before you could know it. You woke up by the knock on the door of your carriage and your heart started beating faster and faster with each knock after you had jolted out of your sleep, your breath quickening, what if he were to set you on fire here and there?! You didn't want to turn into snuff of a sick and twisted man!
The door of the carriage opened on its own letting the chilling breeze of the twilight time in, your nose burning from the cold. You finally managed to gather up your courage and leaned forward to see you were at the other side, meeting a full group of maids and ladies in waiting in dark purple clothing did courtesy upon seeing you "Your ladyship" one of them spoke with eloquence, gesturing with her gloved hand towards the tent behind them as her fingers fluttered. "Come forth" She beckoned, holding her other hand out for you. Taking her hand you left the carriage, her pink-colored eyes downcast in respect as she guided you toward the tent.
You entered the clothed walls of the tent, shuddering at the coldness of the atmosphere, the ladies in waiting gave you demure polite smiles ss the maids unfastened your clothing to have them removed. Your cape left you, their hands diligently unfastening the buttons of your dress. Too nervous to protest them practically undressing you in front of the eyes of each other you relented, listening to them whispering soft measurements and discussing the needed jewelry and powders, not looking up from their tasks. None of the Agarands had attended you yet, and it felt rather refreshing, you didn't want to meet any of those silverheads.
The cold hands of the dampier maids were covered with gloves, their silence rather comfortable, but you still missed your own girls, which you were sure missed you as well. The golden dress you wore was changed with the latest gown coming right from Sevonad, the ladies in waiting made sure to mention that, the purple gown sat right under the airy chemise, that your corset was tied up, apparently the Agarand's family color was purple, which showed their closeness to royalty. White stockings with soft garters were put on, the underwear soft as cotton on you.
A lady in waiting of yours offered her hand for you to take after your hat was fitted on your head and a fresh coating of powder was put on your head and shoulders "This way your ladyship" She guided you out of the tent, letting you step on the occupied soil, belonging to the frontlines that decades ago were covered in the bodies of both races, their deaths still heavy on the atmosphere. The lady guided you towards the largest tent, the guards, their faces hidden behind their helms saluting as you walked past them, your lace shoes dipping onto the fresh doed grass, your gait slightly limping at the heavy skirt of your new dress.
Upon your arrival at the main tent, a soft violin tone started playing, your head didn't move to find the one playing, it seemed like a piece of music to your funeral. You looked up to see the tent having a makeshift alter made of wood in the shape of the dark ones' church you had seen in pictures of your studies of Senovad, with a curtain cutting it's space in two, basically hiding the two betrothed from each other until the end of the ceremonial process. A subtle hint of incense was in the air and it's sweet hints could be felt on your tongue, maybe if you lived long enough you could ask the name of it from the maids. Your marvel at the scent in the air was cut short as your eyes landed on something or rather someone particular.
You gulped down the lump in your throat that seemed to gnaw at your windpipe, your breath shuddering at the hulking figure's back facing you, his board shoulders adorned with epaulettes glistening with a dark silver color, his cape reaching down onto the floor. Why was he so...HUGE?! How on Sevonad's dark soil they fed him? Or better to ask WHAT they fed him because from the width he seemed he could eat two men whole and still have some place left in his stomach for seconds. Now the scenes you had read about him were ringing more and more horrific, your legs shaking under the skirt of the gown. He didn't move his head, the pony-tailed silver hair of his perfectly still, but the subtle twitch of his pointed ear gave you the signal that he had realized you were there.
"My child" a smooth male voice called you out of your shock, and your attention snapped to the other tall figure behind the alter that had appeared out of the shadows, his face chiseled with the shade of the light of the torches around you set on his deathly pale skin. His crimson irises were deep set in hunter-shaped eyes, his arched brows tilted downwards, and his silver hair was combed back, pomade glistening on his tresses as a lovelock fell from the lace collar of his clothing. He seemed like a marble statue that had come to life by the will of the dark ones, wearing a dark doublet that was adorned with golden stripes, the deep cuffs of his clothes set in place with buttons that seemed made out of pearls, the hose upon his stockings weaved with precision. The emblem of the purple-colored hydra on his chest.
Within a blink of an eye, the tall silvered-haired vampire loomed over you, using his super-powered speed. Given the emblem and the way he had called you, he'd be none other than Eckhart Agarand himself, the Duke of the northern fronts, and the lord and master of the Amethyst Peak. Your soon-to-be father-in-law leaned forward to take your hand from the lady in waiting in his, the red gloves on his person thick to the touch. The large palm of the ancient being dwarfed yours, your hand looking like a child's in his, oh right, you had forgotten royal and pure blood vampires were twice the size of a normal one...nice. He petted your hand with his other hand, gently, as if to soothe you, a fatherly smile upon his glistening lips, you had heard vampire men used balms for their skin because of lack of moisture coming from their bodies, but seeing it up close was something else, from the close distance you could take the hints of roses of it.
"I apologize for this meager ceremony my dear" he started, the smooth voice rolling out of his bright white teeth like notes of a flute "But my beloved had insisted upon meeting you sooner and could not wait to prepare a better ceremony, she has promised for a grand wedding in return" he petted your hand once more, but oh your eyes was set on those two sharp fangs on his person, from that angle you were sure you were just like a pray to him. Thank Mekt the Agarands were one of the view nobles that adhered to the lifestyle of using artificial blood, which in the eyes of their kin made them seem like radicals that had lost their minds.
"Come" the duke guided you to the free spot at the left side of the curtain, and you tried your best to not look at the way your soon-to-he fiance was, holding your gaze forward. "It must be very cold, the dews are turning to crystals" he muttered to himself, waving his free hand to send a servant to fetch you a coat after the end of the ceremony, the telepathic order of his followed without question. The senior Agarand guided your hand to a small iron bowl set upon the alter, putting it there with your hand's palm up, he cleared his throat, and the hand of your betrothed reached out as well, your stomach dropping at the large clawed digits on his long-fingered hand, the limb already covered with different shapes of rings, just like his father's "Ah" the duke chuckled softly, taking your reaction, if wide eyes and your hand shaking as enthusiasm WHICH WAS NOT! Tell your son to not touch me! Ever! You wanted to yell at him.
As he started reciting prayers to the dark ones he picked up a small blade, holding it onto the flame of the candles upon the alter, it seemed the duke had sensed your apprehensive look and he gently spoke "Do not worry my child, it'll only cut a shallow wound" he tried to reassure you, which didn't help at all, but you were to frozen by the cold and the weight of your dress to move. The blade moved on your skin, the painless cut opening, your blood dripping off of your hand into the bowl into soft drops, the Duke cut his son's hand as well, though after a few small droplets his wound closed off on its own, his blood mixing with yours, after a few moments and a handful of drops the duke reached out, rubbing a healing balm on your skin to make the wound close, wiping the access blood away "You did well" he praised, your heart thudding a little at the gentle praise. Damn him and his well-shaved goatee.
After a few seconds, the duke picked up the bowl and poured the mixed blood into two different silver lines cups adorned with symbols of darkness. "Hear me thee dark ones, for tonight I hath gathered the blood of my offspring and a child of Mekt, bless their union with thine hands, tie their souls, for may they never part" he offered the cup on your side to you, his son reaching out for his. The duke seemed oddly attentive for some reason. "I know it might seem rather...unsanitary, but it is an ancient ritual, drink my child, it is for the sake of the engagement."
You looked at the liquid, your lips not wanting to part as you circled the blood inside it. You parted your lips to protest but suddenly a raven made a loud crow, startling you into dropping the cup and it fell upon the altar, coloring it red the lady in waiting gasped "Bad omen!" But she was silenced by the sharp glare of the duke. "Mayhaps the dark ones have willed the blood to be offered to them" he tried to lighten the mood. "We can redo the ceremony at the Peak if you'd want to my child." You just stared at the spot made on the white altar, the redness of it making your stomach churn.
"She can have as much as she likes" the same deep voice you had heard from that batling on that night spoke, and the curtain moved to reveal your now fiance "I can cut myself all over if she wants me to", and your eyes set upon his, the spitting image of his father, with a smile that seemed sweet for a man of his stature. Silvain Agarand...the villain, the sick man himself. But why was he looking at you like a bashful boy?
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Waking up to the soft hum of engines, you tried to roll around in the small space of the medical sarcophagus, but you were restrained down by its confines, the sensors inside beeping in alarm. Thinking you had once again slept in you tried to reach out for your alarm "I'll get up" you mumbled sleepily to your non-existent phone, your voice muffled by the air mask on your face, trying to turn it off as you heard the alarms of the metallic casket encasing you in its padded interior, your hands clawing at the soft cushions that had held your wounded form as it had healed you for days on end.
You soon were jolted out of your sedated rest by the door of the sarcophagus nearly being ripped open "Darling! Oh, my sweetling!" Your eyes snapped open hearing the frantic sound of Silvain, your ears perking up and aching since you hadn't used them for days. Silvian was panting loudly, his teeth bare as his monstrous side fought to come out to posses it's mate his eyes wide, bloodshot red with his tears of blood. He quickly reached out for your hands, gripping them firmly but not harshly, his chapped lips kissing your fingers over and over as he thanked the dark ones for their blessings. He looked a mess, his stubble had grown and brunt against your palms as he grazed his face to them, wanting to feel your warmth on his ice-cold flesh.
"Oh my beloved" he sobbed, your dazed mind not nearly registering that you had been nearly regenerated whole by the cloning technology of the ship's medical wing, the physician and your appointed nurse carefully administrating tests on you, trying to see if you were fully conscious or not. "Bless be the dark ones, she's healed fully!" Doctor Halden whispered to himself as he checked for your cognitive presence, the brain waves without any problems. Silvain let out a gasp of relief as he resumed kissing your fingers, his breath shaking "Blessed be Holodor, lady of blood, blessed be Semias lord of flesh, blessed be the mother to the soul, Deidron, thank thee for thy kindness, I shall bathe thine alters in the blood of thine fallen enemies for decades to come" he kept mumbling prayers, his eyes closed.
Valeria was by your side within seconds, after she was notified of your waking. The vampiress tearing up at the sight of you in that condition, under the weight of many wires and tubes, holding her handkerchief close to her face to wipe the blood made tears staining her plain cheeks as she approached, her rose-colored dress fluttering. "Oh my sweet child, are you in pain?" She asked softly, so distressed you could swear she'd faint within seconds if you were to whimper. Eckhart joined his wife, holding her shoulders, and leaned towards the sarcophagus, his brows knitted in worry "You are nearly healed my child, there is no doubt you will be healthy as ever in the coming days" he reassured you, the paternal warmth in his voice evident as he swallowed down his distress, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I-I am just tired" you finally spoke, surprised at how sluggish your movements were, as if you were using them for the first time, which given your newly grown flesh it wasn't that far from the truth. You inhaled to speak once more, to reassure the worried family but Silvain gently put his finger on your lips to silence you "Shhhh, rest, I am here" he whispered, kissing the back of your hands in small pecks, his eyes closing as his nostrils flared, his will holding the dam of his tears from breaking once more, you were alive, and the medical sarcophagus had healed you to the point of health without you being in too much pain.
It took two weeks in the medical wing of the ship for you to recover, Silvain and his family's physicians guiding you through the physical therapy steps, the heir of the Agarand state holding you in place with his hands holding your waist tightly, his hands guiding you through every obstacle, he was there when you walked again, he was there when you spoke once more, he was there when you wrote your first word once again, he was there, and he cared, with all his being. Also, he ruined lots of tissues because your man kept crying every day like a cloud in the spring.
You were glad the war was over, the Agarands had frantically gathered their belongings before the elven army had reached their state, and your father had seized the moment to get rid of your in-laws so he could marry you off to someone more profitable. The original Abrana had chosen that fate and ended up dead, but you had refused and well, you were at least alive.
After your recovery you could spend time the way you enjoyed it, roaming the insides of the spaceship, the castle like structure of it was filled with luxuries, branded with the head of the three hydras, specifically commissioned by the dark emperor for the Agarand family after the war broke on Leril, Eckhart was the dark emperor's second removed grandchild and he adored the Duke. The six months stay in the ship as it traveled to Sevonad from Leril meaning you'd have enough time to see what kind of the place this marvel of technology and gothic design was. You had heard the dark emperor rarely gifted his relatives such things. It was massive, with wings of different uses, the buttresses magnificent magical gardens that withstood the darkness of vampires being, literal ballrooms, dining halls, music rooms, and a gallery. The cargo was full of decades worth of artificial blood and frozen foods, ready to use in the hands of the staff.
In your endeavors you found the duke and a few dampiers in front of the chambers that were supposed to be Silvain's and yours after your subsequent departure from the medical wing, the small crowd discussing things in hushed whispers, Eckhart tried to brush off the situation, gently ushering you to spend time with his wife and the twin boys in the eastern wing, but you insisted and he finally shared that toxic gasses had leaked in the quarters for a while, and Silvain was lucky that he had spent his time on your bedside, away from it all. Oh...OH?!
Oh...you had heard the name of that gas before in Irtar's chemistry books...it was harmless to humans, but it seemed it caused severe brain damage to vampires or other races, humans used it for chemical warfare against other races before being occupied by the vampires, and given how it had been rumored that the elves had occupied the shipyard for a few weeks before giving up the station to the cavalry sent by the dark emperor himself, could it be that they had laced the air supply of the ship? Vampires didn't need to breathe but they had supplied air vents for their staff which were mostly thralls and dampiers, some even had human victims as pets and companions and they needed air, some said the gas affected the mana and corrupted it, which directly imbalanced the chemicals of the body and mind, but given that it had leaked through Silvain and your chambers things were piecing together.
In the original story, from what you have gathered and matched with your own memories you wouldn't even be alive to reside there since the feral Silvain would drain you of your blood and after he had come to his senses he'd cremate your body and his parents in his guilt to keep your memories with him, then the lonely new master to the Amethyst Peak was definitely poisoned to his fangs, given his habit of wallowing in his grief and sadness when he was overwhelmed with guilt, and subsequently, the small doses of the nerve-wracking gas would slowly lead him to lose his mind. And in his twisted delirium Silvain had turned your ashes into a snuff to consume you piece by piece, in a sadly macabre way of holding you close, the revenge he had of your family was to see them pay for their neglect of your life and decision...oh poor Silvie.
Now everything was clicking into place! The dukedom's couple living had changed the whole plot and storyline! With his parents alive, he had guidance to help him with his emotions, and certainly, you had lived, even if the injury you had sustained by the hands of your father was nearly as fatal as what Silvain would give you if you hadn't had refused Balthinal's orders and had killed Valeria and Eckhart. The twin boys were too young to help their brother anyway.
But Mekt knew, from the snickers of the dark ones echoing through the heavens, that your new weaved fate, wasn't going to be as bright as you had hoped for.
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"Hnngh!" You tried to suck in your breath as the maids behind you pulled on your corset to tighten up your waist, the lace pulling being such a difficult task that two maids tried to pull the strings, making the air push out of your lungs even more "I can't breath" you managed to say nearly choked from the pressure of the tightly weaved fabric against your middle, the chemise beneath it pressing tight to your flesh, it wasn't your fault you didn't have an hourglass figure! You whined uncontrollably, your ears drooping in a show of distress, which was answered with apologetic glances of the dampier maids, whispering with embarrassed smiles muttering how they only followed orders, oh it was so awkward, you wished your own maids could be here to take care of things, you could at least joke with them about the situation.
Speaking of a tense situation... you tried to ignore the small shivering ball of fur on the nightstand before you, who had shamefully buried his head under one of the powder puffs there, his small body practically buzzing from how fast he was shivering. The maids giggled to themselves as they walked about with different items in their hands, finding the situation so endearing. You had come to realize that your mental image of the dark vampire that would be the monster of your life was all made up by your mind, because in reality, the tough dangerous looking vampire villain you had made up in your mind and had read about, was nothing short of a shy nervous wreck of a man that in elven years was actually even younger than you. Oh and he had a very bad habit, he'd shapeshift upon being overwhelmed. And after thinking he had seen his bride in her wedding dress the poor lad had turned into a batling and was hiding behind the large powder puff, refusing to get out even if his butlers were looking for him to get him ready for the ceremony, thinking it'd be of bad luck for your upcoming marriage, Silvain had walked in, bringing you a box of macaroons before he had shapeshifted into a batling. You knew he had chosen that form to avoid being scolded by you or his mother, knowing he could use the cuteness of his form against you two as well. But still, the power of a mother was more.
He peaked out of the powder puff upon hearing his mother calling for him, the vampiress giving him a scolding look before practically throwing him outside the bridal chambers like a ball so he could get ready. Valeria Agarand she was, a lady and nothing short of her husband, both in height and status, with sharp, high-boned cheeks, thin lips, and fox-like eyes, her gaze sparkling with wit and wisdom. You had come to know her as a cunning vampiress who knew how to manipulate people, he had your fiancé and her husband in the palm of her hand, which could be seen as toxic, but alas, nothing in your life was short of literally venomous anyway.
Duchess Valeria smiled softly as she looked at you up and down as the maids put the first layer of your dress on, the gown sitting on top of the inner cotton skirt, the white fabric soon covered with another layer, the weight of the heavy lilac colored wedding dress you could hardly breath "Oof" you whined once more, earning Valeria's chuckle as she got the long array of jewelry you'd be putting on for the wedding "Bear with it my sweet child, I remember I nearly passed out upon my own wedding" She turned to you, the pins in her raven hair glistening under the lights.
"Oh how I wish my daughters were here to see the beauty of their new family member, but it'd take months for them to get here" She sighed, circling about to check if every item was up to her standards, oh right, a control freak, you had nearly forgotten that. Just great, a too friendly father-in-law and a mother-in-law that seemed like a fox in the form of a lady, this way their son was the least of your concerns at the moment.
The Agarands were a family of seven, two sets of twins, and Silvian was born out of the union of the duchess and the duke, and your fiancé was the eldest son of the family, Madge, and Benedicta, his twin sisters were older than him, already married to influential families back on Sevonad, you had heard Benedicta was married to the legendary general Rambrecht Werder, the conqueror of humans, Madge's husband was still a mystery to you, but he seemed even more important than Werder. Younger than Silvain were young twins Bernolt and Gerhart, who had just learned how to write and were busy wreaking havoc somewhere, always under heavy supervision of their army of nannies.
Your in-laws seemed to be busy in the bedroom, which was a very rare notion because one, vampires could rarely get pregnant, and five children already meant they were really busy with each other, something that others noted and teased the duke and his mate about often, earning their chuckles that sounded like money flying in the air, and two, vampires were rarely known for love between couples, but it seemed the Agarand's couple were passionate and their children had inherited it. Silvain was like a schoolboy in love.
The wedding ceremony surprisingly was a private one, in front of the immediate family members that could catch up, and a priest of the dark ones' monastery. It was set in the prayer room of the large castle you had moved into, fast and efficient, just as Valeria had insisted it to be, she knew the traditional wedding dress that was passed down through generations was taking a heavy toll on you, and right after silvain had put a kiss on your cheek the maids were taking you away to have you changed into a more airy chemise like dress, which Valeria was happy to see you in, calling it a fitting dress for a nymph such as you, which has made you blush. The rest of the night was spent on eating cake and getting to know everyone.
Life in the Amethyst Peak was strangely pleasant, especially after the second batling incident, you had realized Silvain was much more different than he was in the stories, your man was as heavy as a tank and just as large but he'd turn into a batling out of nervousness if he was in your presence, not that your love for cute things changed anything for the better. He'd either get squished in your hands as you held him, or end up covered in your lipstick as you kissed him, he had taken the role of Trifine for you, and you had seemed to adopt his batling persona as your pet and he had taken the habit of turning to the bat form of his when he saw you angry. Unlike many ironical protagonists of the novels you had read, you could see the signs, and hopefully, seeing how the Agarands were in private, you'd find a way to stop your fate from happening.
The peak had grounds covered in darkness fused fauna, which sounded scary only to the name because the flowers that only bloomed in the moonlight were as gorgeous as one can be, the ponds were covered in small mermaid-like nymphs that would sing and chirp, their eyes wide and unblinking. The castle was not even a dark shade of pink, but people called it so because of the marvelous Amethyst statue of a small snake in the middle of the garden that was a gift directly from the dark emperor himself, you shuddered every time you saw the serpent, as if the first vampire could see you through its eyes.
The family always considered your needs when planning their own events, they had hired a full chef team to cater to your palate, and made sure to have family dinner times from time to time, who knew drinking blood from different fancy glasses that warped and coiled was just as fun as eating a pudding that melted on your tongue? Silvain seemed to like it a little too much, his mother would always glare at his habit of suckling the blood out instead of holding the glass upside down. It was not manly she said, which the younger vampire would give sheepish glances at his parent in response, but he still kept doing it.
They made sure your chambers and the library you frequented were always warm, and Mekt knew how many coats and jackets Valeria had stuffed into your wardrobes because she had made sure you had a coat for every and any occasion. One time she had put on so many on you that you had to waddle about inside the cold Peak. They even let your mother visit, well at least her hologram would visit you through the portable antenna they had sent her, Life seemed to be smooth sailing, but no...Mekt had other plans for you.
The war between the elves and the vampires was inevitable, and so was your decision.
You'd soon come to realize that you had to choose, and this choice would change everything.
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"You would like to see the new garden darling" Valeria spoke with a soft smile as she prepared the ribbon that was going to be on your hair, the cold hands of the dampier maids combing through your strands as they prepared them to be braided once more after a rigorous washing session with the finest oils Sevonad could offer. They had tried their best to treat your special hair type.
"It is of fashion these days, I've seen the grand duchesses wear ribbons to royal balls" She spoke softly as she showed you three different rolls of red colored ribbon in varying width "What do you think? Threaded out of the finest we could find" Her crimson gaze was gentle and motherly, as if trying to soothe a stressed child, which you were, and fussy, so to speak.
You had not left your quarters after the Agarands had entrusted you with their firstborn daughter Madge, who was now a consort to a Grand Duke, connected right to the imperial family. Madge swirled the blood in her glass, looking at it's narrow flute, her gaze upon the liquid as it swirled around, as cunning as she was just like her mother, she could not continue to pretend that things were normal, they in fact, were not.
Silvain had nearly gone feral after the incident that had happened back on your home planet, and now back in the birthplace of the first vampires, Sevonad, it had taken so long for him to calm his senses down, long after you had healed by the power and grace of the technology of the dark planet. He had improved, so to speak, mentally. Improved, as much as to save face in public, behind closed doors he'd change, like a guard dog only loyal to it's master he had grown bipolar, with anyone but his mother and you, he was like a beast ready to be provoked. He was a mother's boy but still...this was too much. He had changed, but the family made sure to not have you notice.
Too much so that he stopped mid-air from killing the elf that had snuck to meet you, your youngest sibling, Irtar, but he had refrained from doing so by your request, which was more like frantic pleading as you had put yourself between him and the male elf.
"What flowers have you chosen?" You finally asked, not wanting to let Valeria down, everyone knew how much...bitter...she could get if not appreciated, which happened very very rarely, but when it did, even Eckhart himself would turn to a hiding place. You didn't blame her though, she did everything she could to ensure her family's happiness, she sometimes just...popped.
Valeria perked up "Oh darling we were thinking of doing a huge row of sunflowers! The artificial sun ray of the garden can grow so warm and cozy that it can nourish them!" The duchess clasped her hands together, the lace of her gloves making a soft pat sound. "How...how about roses? White roses?" You asked softly "Oh my child we can have white roses as well! How about tulips too?" You nodded, making the ancient vampire let out a happy chirp as she walked about. You had sulked for too long and you were tired of confining yourself to your quarters.
Madge gave you a thankful look before she pretended to read the small prayer book in her hand, which was a common tradition for expecting mothers, after all, she needed every single one of the dark ones to bless her child as well. You had heard Valeria prayed for a full week without feeding on a single speck of blood, which given Silvain's powers, she was very successful since many pregnant vampires would go mad without feeding within a day.
Speaking of Mr.husband- he hadn't forgotten his habit of showing out of nowhere, so you let out a soft "eep" noise when he appeared, kneeling before you, holding a box in one hand as he caressed your stocking-covered leg with the other "How are you doing my sweetling?" You put your hand on your chest, taking in a deep breath "Silvain Linus meinheart Agarand!" He chuckled, tilted his head to the side as his ponytailed hair fell onto his shoulder, giving you his best puppy-eyed look "Yes?" He replied with the mischief of a young one in his voice, his sharp fangs showing themselves off "What is wrong with you?!"
"Ow" he pretended to be hurt when you slapped his head with a fan, but his insufferable grin wouldn't go away. Finally, he relented and as he put a kiss to the sole of your foot in his hand, feeling the white thin lace on his lips he looked up at you with an apologetic gaze "I know I know sweetling, I should always knock first" Holding up the box in his other hand. You were going to roll your eyes when you heard a soft meowl, your ears perked up at the sound and you beamed, for the first time, making your husband's breath hitch. "I uh..." he trailed off, not knowing how to speak for a second, holding up the box still.
You snatched the box from him, giggling uncontrollably as you opened it, to reveal a very round and fluffy calico kitten, lovingly collared "Saffie" The kitten let out a soft-pitched meow, it's pink mouth opening and closing before it tilted it's head, looking up at you. "Hello, honeybee!" You cooed and the kitten circled around in the box, giving you a twirl as the bell on its collar jingled in a proud parade of itself, as if already knowing how cute it was. "Meow" it called once more, making your heart melt even further.
Silvain watched you interact with the furry creature with a soft smile, his hand still caressing your foot in the palm of his hand, your happiness meant his, and he'd do anything to ensure it to happen. "It rhymes with taffy!" You held Saffie up, who had a face of "I'm already full of this bitch's shit". The atmosphere of the quarters lightened by your smiles and giggles, making the mood of others improve for the better.
You wanted to pretend to not remember how your husband had shoved your brother into a pod and had ordered him to be sent back to your home planet, how the young elf had shouted over and over for you to come back home, that everyone had realized what you were trying to do for them, but to be honest, you thought poor Irtar had gone insane from the toxins of the war, yeah, he must have gone insane, you'd better be happy with the quarantine you were in before the duchess would decide you were "healthy" enough to leave the mansion.
Silvain had promised you a fitting home, which was a very spacious mansion close to where his parents' was getting built, that was why he had entrusted you with his siblings, who as equal as the heir to the house of Agarand in enthusiastic way of caring for you.
Life now wasn't that bad if you were trying to be honest. Necropolis was a city of sin and madness, but it was for the poor and the zombies lurking beneath the guarded borders of the protected neighborhoods of the nobles. Life was funded, and you were being adored, but why...why that damned feeling in your gut was warning you, again?
Summary: You are both not familiar with each customs. So it leaves confusion and panic with both Kili and you when he braids his hair with yours. For a dwarf it means a marking, for an elf it is preserved for only loved ones.
It was quite the sight. Dwarves stepping on Elvish ground. If it wasn’t for Gandalf, they might have never set foot for a thousand years more. Now there were not one, but twelve dwarves at Rivendell. Roaming and stomping their lump feet around. It needn’t be obvious to anyone that both parties disliked this situation.
The Elves wanted them gone as soon as possible and the dwarves wanted away before they took another breath. Shuffling after each other like clumsy fools, nudging each other with each step to move on. Elves pulling up their noses in their presence. A common agreement that no one liked the other party. Too deep of a wedge between the two folks.
“To believe we must even host a diner for them.” – an Elf spoke, glaring at the dwarf folk heading for the table. Another elf joined his side, leaning in. – “I’d say we only give them vegetables, serves them right.” – chuckling afterwards at his own playfulness. The other elf began to snicker as well. – “Nónena lle nísë?” – you said making the two Elf men turn their heads abruptly. – “Only you would defend the weaker foe.” – one of them stated with a pulled up nose.
You glared softly back at him. – “Do you think they would be kind to you?” – the other one asked. – “If one does not show kindness, it cannot expect kindness in return.” – you replied in a soft tone. Moving between them with a bowl. Both of the scoffed, making you turn back to them. – “If not for them, then for Mithrandir.” – gesturing with your chin in the direction of the grey wizard. Standing by Lord Elrond’s side.
Both of them swallowed. Gasping when they saw Mithrandir’s gaze head up in their direction. Seeing a seriousness in them, they could never understand. The elves started to panic. Nearly knocking each other over. Turning the other way around, one snatched the bowl from your hands. Making you blink surprised as he went down the steps to the table.
The other one had taken a chalice to pour out water. Chuckling soft, you couldn’t help but laugh. Eyes meeting up Mithrandir up ahead with Elrond. His gaze settling on you for a moment, before throwing you a wink. In return you bowed your head to him. Going down the steps, you wanted to see the dwarves from up close. For it would be the first time you would look upon such folk. By the end of the stairs, you were being held back. Two swords crossing each other to block your path.
“Na-mel, I just want to see for a moment.” – begging them to let you pass. Even if it was for a moment. Both of them shook their heads. – “Na-mel, Y/n. Return to your chambers.” - Faelar spoke with pleading eyes. Hinting to you to return inside with the other lady elves. Lowering your gaze, you gave in. Returning back up the steps. It was unfair, but you could understand.
No Elvish women was allowed near them. Not wanting them to lay their eyes upon their Elven ladies. For they feared they would steal them. Picking the hem of your dress, you ran back inwards. Yet, you agreed to not meet them, you didn’t say anything about watching from afar. Scurrying between passing Elves, you couldn’t stop chuckling with excitement. Running to a remote place where you had the best kind of view on them. Climbing up, you reached a railing. Sitting down to glance down at them from between the bars.
Looking down upon the dwarven table. Silently counting them. Eleven of them at the table. Furrowing your brows, you wondered where the twelfth dwarf was. Not far from the table sat a man from a folk you were not familiar with. Smaller than dwarves. Listening in you tried to catch glimpses of their conversation.
“Where’s the meat?” – the bald one grunted out. Hand scooping in the bowl of lettuce with annoyance. – “Maybe… they don’t eat it?” – another one spoke sitting across from him. His voice made you drawn to him. Settling yourself better to look at him. He appeared to be younger than most of them. Perhaps it was the lack of long beard that made him appear so. He laughed making you blink bashful.
Wondering how this dwarf wasn’t as ugly as you were told. He seemed almost out of place between the other rugged dwarves. Each with beards and faces that could tell stories. His was different.
Intrigued, you leaning in more, if only it wasn’t for these bars making it impossible. He laughed again, falling back in his chair. Stomach shuddering with pleasure. His laughter made you snicker softly against the back of your hand. The moment he started to lean back forwards, his gaze went in your direction.
Needing to do a double-take to be certain he was seeing someone. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, turning yourself around. Back resting against the railing. Panting loud, chest rising and falling with swiftness. Lowering your hand, you dared to look once more. Slowly turning your body back to the front once more. You needn’t search for him for he was still looking.
Gazing with a gawk. Startled you jumped up. Fully revealing yourself. His eyes slightly widened with a fondness. A silly smile appearing on his lips. Shocked, you went back down, out of sight. – “Where are you looking at Kili?” – you heard one of them ask with loudness in their voice. – “Nowhere.” – Kili mumbled in return, lowering his gaze. He kept looking down at his own plate, until he dared to glance one more time.
Only to be met up with disappointment as you were no longer there. Having rushed down, panting loud once you were out of sight. Hand pressed against your chest. Unsure what this dwarven man was doing to your heart for it to beat so fast. For it was something no Elven man had succeeded in doing so. Was this the dwarven charm before they kidnapped girls? Shaking your head, you rejoined the crowd once more. Needing distractions from the thoughts swirling in your head.
Fili quirked his eyebrow up when he noticed his brother holding onto his knife a bit too tightly. – “What are you doing?” – he asked leaning in with a hushed tone. Kili clenched his hand harder on the knives handle. – “Nothing.” – he replied. Fili kept giving his brother a strange look. Uncertain of his intentions for he didn’t understand them.
Fili wanted to take the knife from him, but he wouldn’t let him. – “Kili?!” – he called out with confusion. Kili inhaled deeply, expression tensed. His gaze hardening on the Elven men. Hand trembling. – “Enough!” – Fili moved his hand down to his wrist. Kili reacted by moving his hand up.
Grabbing a piece of his hair and cutting it off. – “Brother?!” – Fili panicked, taking the knife from him. Kili stared at his own hand with the pluck of hair in it. Panting softly at what he had done. – “What have you done?” – Fili questioned. Kili stared with shock back at his brother. – “I…I…I don’t know… I just did.”- voice panicking a bit.
“Why would you cut your hair?” – Fili asked. Wanting to know what was going on in that head of his brother. – “I…I…I did it for her.” – he let out, staring back at the pluck of hair in his hand. – “For who?” – Fili spoke with confusion. – “I…I…” – he his gaze going towards the Elven men. Glaring at them with jealousy.
“I must find her.” – he spoke, shoving his chair back. – “Find who?” – Fili said, unable to reach his brother for he took off. – “Where is your brother off to?” – Balin asked. Fili simply shrugged his shoulders. Shaking his head at his brother’s foolishness. Kili started to search around. Ignoring the Elves, telling each one another lie as to why he was going around.
Turning his head every way to not miss a face in the crowd. Reaching a railing, he grabbed onto it. Panting softly as his gaze went downwards. Widening at the sight of the Elven girl from before by a graceful tree. Looking around, he searched for a way down. Hurrying over as quick as his feet could carry him.
Reaching the graceful tree, out of breath. – “Pl… please.” – he panted out, hand pressed on his chest to steady his breathing. The sudden voice made you startle. Jump up from your position and leap back. – “It’s you.” – you pointed out. He curled up a smile, still trying to steady his breathing. – “You aren’t supposed to be here. Return to your Dwarven kin.” – you insisted upon.
Kili finally managed to steady his breathing. Moving his hands behind his back. – “I came here to see… you.” – he said with curiosity. Tilting his head a bit, approaching you nonchalantly. You blinked startled with a soft swallow. – “I’m Kili.” – he introduced himself.
Awaiting for your name with a silly smile. – “Y/n.” – you replied in return with a brief curtsy. His face lit up by the hearing of your name. – “You are quite tall for a dwarf.” – you stated with a curious glimmer in your eyes. Kili chuckled upon that remark. – “It is my flaw.” – he responded. – “It is not?” – you gasped out, intrigued by him.
Kili chuckled once more. – “It is.” – ending his sentence with a smile. You came sitting down as Kili began his story. A story of when he was younger and clearly taller than any other dwarf. How they ridiculed him for it and made jokes. You listened in with great eagerness. Captivated by his story and voice.
You laughed at his silly jokes which only made him smile even more. Kili had come sitting down as well after a while. Listening to a story of yours now. Gazing with nothing but wonder at you. Whilst speaking, you couldn’t stop smiling bashful that he kept staring at you with such wonderous eyes. – “May I give you a present Y/n?” – he asked after a while. It made you blink surprised but nodded at his request. –“You must close your eyes for it.” – he said.
So you did, closing your eyes to the world in front of you. Kili got up to his feet. Going behind you. – “Tell me more about your world.” – he asked, taking out a small lint. Taking a strand of your hair. You began to speak, barely noticing him working through your hair. Braiding the stray of hair of his own in yours with a lint. – “This will mark you as mine…” – he whispered under his breath.
“Done.” – he said making you stop your tale. Open your eyes, expecting there to be a present. Furrowing your brows confused when Kili came from behind you. Turning your head, you felt the sudden heaviness in your hair. Making you grab for it.
Feeling the newly laid braid. – “What did you do?” – you questioned with a shocked expression. – “Nothing.” – he replied, pulling his shoulders up. – “Did you braid my hair?” – asking him in a panic. His smile faltered, seeing the panic in your eyes. – “Did… did I do something wrong with it?” – he wanted to know. You kept staring at him with shock in your eyes.
“This is only reserved for mellyn enni.” – your Elvish tongue slipping through. – “For what?” – Kili asked confused – “I…I…I…I didn’t know that… I was just marking you.” – he went on. – “Marking me? For whom?” – Fluttering surprised with your eyelashes. – “I…It’s a dwarven custom.” - he reassured you.
“What you just did is a Elven custom.” – you called back. His eyes went wide with a panic. Getting back up, heading to go behind you once more. – “I’ll… I’ll take it out then… I don’t mean to offend your ways.” – he uttered nervously. – “No!” – you shrieked out, keeping a hand on the braid. Kili stared at you, confused.
“You… you don’t want me to untangle it?” – questioning your intentions with furrowed brows. – “I…I…I’m not sure…” – you replied lowering your hand. Kili came back to your front. – “I still have to decide…” – you told him as he came sitting on his knees in front of you. Smiling bashful that you let it in… for now.
A/N: Requested by @stormchaser819 ! I hope you enjoy <3 I love Glorfindel so much, I hope I did him justice. Please let me know what you think! If anyone wants to be on my elf tag-list let me know, and mention which character you'd like to be tagged for if you want to be tagged for anyone in particular
Contents: Glorfindel x Elf!Reader, GN reader, fluff. Elvish translations at the bottom
Words: 1448 I Ko-Fi
Sunsets in Gondolin have always been a sight worthy of gazing upon. They never lost their beauty nor their charm and served well in comforting the hearts of many after all the dark news that reached them, be it by word or by letter. It almost caught you unawares now as the same sunset painted the marbled floor in glittering spots of gold and orange around you. 'Has it been so long already?'
Glorfindel sat quietly for once, observing you through tender eyes as you wrapped his injured arm in new dressings, the last of his wounds. Although he had no lack of love in Gondolin, nor the lack of people worried for him, his heart squeezed at the sight of your face when it wrinkled with worry, the tight frown on your lips and the way your teeth marked your lips. His intentions were to shield you, comfort you, but he knew he wouldn’t be doing any of it by sending you away or offering you empty words in hopes to sweep the topic of wounds away.
“You’re healing quickly..” your words snapped him out of his internal musings, and he blinked once, twice as if your face was only now coming into his vision, cleared away of fog and distance. His lips pull upward at the corners slightly, searching your eyes for something.
“And that is much relief, but also to be expected when I have you tending to all that wishes to ail me” His words were a warm timbre, as gentle as the hearth fire in dusky winter nights. “I have much to thank you for,” he added as he watched you tuck away the excess wrapping, securing it tightly before patting the palm of your hand around the side of his forearm, the motion gentle.
“The healers have done their due as well, I am not a great healer, but I know how to dress a wound” you told him as you looked up at him after finishing your task, exhaling softly through your nose. Elven blood was enduring, persevering, yet not even that was able to make you feel any less tired, or look the part. For too long did Glorfindel linger outside of your eyes and out of your reach, fighting battles and doing deeds worthy of the praise he got, and more. For too long he left you without a word. All of which you understood, yet it did little to comfort you of his safety. Had you any skill with a sword as he did, perhaps you would have taken a place by his side in the battles. But your weapon was a quill, rather than a blade.
“The healers have gotten their due praise and my gratitude, but you ought not to discredit yourself simply because you do not bear the title of theirs” Glorfindel said, his tone laced with subtle interwoven notes of concern. His head absentmindedly titled to one side, hoping to catch your suddenly fallen gaze.
Your eyes flickered to his own for a heartbeat before you busied yourself with sorting away the excess wound dressing, ointments and herbs and tools and all else you brought in your healer’s bag. For a healing wound of his, this was much unnecessary. “I am not discrediting myself” you replied, your voice dropping lower despite your efforts to keep sturdy. Secrets were a distant thing between you and Glorfindel, almost as if there was an external force stripping you both bare, feeling so natural yet, at times like these, embarrassing.
“I only worry you’ll allow the reputation everyone pins on you to get the better of your wits one day” It was a harmless bite, a proof of your worry you knew not how to express in any other way.
Glorfindel huffed out a laugh, breathing in a good mouthful as his lips quirked upwards as if greatly amused by your words. He sighed as he shook his head slowly, his gaze leaving you for a moment as he took in the sight of the great bedchamber around him. The gold lances of the sun shone through still, slowly transitioning from gold to pale purples and pinks. “Surely, you do not worry yourself to exhaustion because of this?” he looked back to you, “Must I remind you that I am not as reckless as you may think?” he offers gently.
Your eyes met his gaze, noticing the hint of mischief but also.. worry. He may not show it, but you could see it, feel it when his fingers brushed your hand in a silent quest of comfort for both of your hearts.
“No.. I.. I am fully aware of your skill, Glorfindel” you made yourself chuckle, lips pulling upward in a smile to ease yourself into the sentence. “I just.. hate to see you hurt, surely you understand that I am not exactly myself when I see you like this?” you take his good hand in yours and give a squeeze which he gladly returned. “It pains me to see you off wherever you go to battle, any battle, and to be sure sometimes my heart makes a beast out of a fly, but I.. I just worry for you, melda”
“I know… as do I for you..” he smiles at you again, and his hand slips the clasp of yours to find its way up. His fingers touched the line of your jaw tenderly at first, feather light, before his palm slipped onto your cheek to hold it. Seeing you lean into it made Glorfindel sit up and draw closer to you. His lips found yours in a lingering kiss. He was warm, warm as always, warm as fire and he held yours like nothing else mattered in the world but this very moment.
After he had pulled back he made slow, sweet motions that brushed the tip of his nose against yours and then pressed your foreheads together. “Elin nin.. you can have my word that I would never cast aside all the wisdom I have just so another song may be sung about me, not when I know you’d eat yourself from within if I were to do something so stupid” His tone had dropped to a whisper, shared strictly within this small bubble the two of you created.
“Recklessness does not suit me, as you always love to remind me, and I do not care to try it out again any time soon” he chuckled, sparking a small chain reaction that ended with you chuckling along with him. Your hand found its way over his, holding him glued to you.
“You said I look like a fool when I am too hasty” he continued, fueling the moment for what it was, so it may melt away the tension.
“Foolish behaviour is not fit for a lord of the house of the Golden Flower” you told him, shuffling closer to him.
Glorfindel nodded, “Precisely. And I’d be an even bigger fool not to listen to you, Meleth nîn. There’d be many songs sung about Glorfindel the Fool by now.. Hah, I can almost imagine the verses. ‘Glorfindel charged with a mighty shout, but tripped on a rock and his long cape right out’!”
It was hard to resist laughter, and it all bubbled up to your mouth and shook your shoulders as Glorfindel came up with verses on the spot.
“ ‘His sword slipped from his hand, stuck in a tree so high, he wondered whether he might just wish it goodbye’ “
He did not stop until you slapped him on the shoulder, cheeks dusted with pink from laughter. “Oh, stop! You got your point across, no need to make me suffer any more with these verses of yours” you complained as you doubled over, the top of your head pressing into his shoulder as to hide away the mirth in your face.
“Ecthellion knows how to write and sing better than I, but I am not so bad myself at weaving a rhyme or two” he replied, letting you lean into him while one arm went around you, his good arm pressing you further into him. His chest was shaking with humble chuckles. “Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach! Don’t hide from me” He told you after swallowing a breath and you took courage to face the golden haired lord with all your flushed-face might.
“There you are” he added and cupped the back of your nape with his hand. “Has my recklessness frightened you?”
“No, but it might annoy me if you mention it any more” you straightened up and kissed his cheek, reveling in the way he glowed when he smiled.
melda - beloved
Elin nin - my star
Meleth nîn - my love
Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach -I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh
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Money for Muff ☆ Dragon! Crocodile x Reader | Kinktober Day 21
Summary: After losing elven paradise, you move to a big city, but actually working sucks. Luckily you can suck for work instead ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
Word Count: 1084
Tags: finger sucking, blow jobs, slight handjobs, riding, dom/sub dynamics, anal, grinding, gn reader, fantasy au
You used to have a nice life, a good life. Where you lived in peace and harmony with the earth. At least, that was until your forest was destroyed by drought and sandstorms, and your people scattered. So you moved to one of the bigger cities, Rainbase specifically, and gave being a bartender and a waitress a go; after all, elves had a lot of appeal to the other races.
But you just can’t do it, it fucking sucks! People leer and hit on you all the time and act like they can own you. So you quit and became a full-time sugar baby to a dragon. If your body is gonna be on display, you’ll be damned if you don’t get some money for it.
So you went to the wizard tower after hours and were matched with Sir Crocodile. A large dragon with dark purple iridescent scales. It was the best decision you ever made. He was often off doing things for his shady crime syndicate or pirate warlord duties, so you relaxed around his casino with all the fancy clothes and jewelry he bought you.
However, he was here today, and it was time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain, which is your relationship.
You laid out on crocodile’s plush bed, which was a bunch of blankets and pillows and other soft things atop his massive dragon horde of gold and treasure, in your finest silks with the sleeves hanging off your shoulders as you ate off an opulent charcuterie board; you looked at you when you smelled the familiar smell of Crocodile’s cigar smoke.
“Welcome back,” You smiled before popping a chocolate-covered strawberry into your mouth. He grunted a reply as he hung his fur coat up and made his way beside you. He dipped one of his claws into the melted chocolate, and you immediately licked it off.
You wrap your lips around his digit and suck on it lightly; his eyes glare down at you as you move your tongue against his finger. He pushed his large, rough finger deeper into your mouth, and you let out a muffled whine. He pried your mouth open as he ran his finger on your flat tongue. You looked up at him, and he was still staring back at you with keen interest. You knew what was needed of you to do and what was fully expected of you.
You pushed the charcuterie to the side, needing no instructions on what time it was, as your fingers looped around the waistband of his pants and shimmied them off. Your fingers traced the shiny scales on his legs, moving back to his length. You pouted a bit, seeing he wasn’t ready for you to take him.
“Me sucking your fingers didn’t excite you in the slightest?” You asked as you walked your finger up his thigh and traced squiggles back down.
“Do I look like some common whore? That may work on some poor virgin sap, but you’re going to work for it,” he replied.
You sighed, teasing his cock by running your fingers up his shaft and tracing around the head. You wrapped your hands around the top of his member and slowly stroked down his rod all the way to the base. From the tip, his cock had a purple hue that faded out towards the middle. On the outside, from just under the tip to the base, there were ridges. You tighten your grip and start to stroke him slowly and look up at him expectantly for his reaction. He was nice and hard, but his expression was uninterested at best, and it caused you to let out a slight whine.
Tentatively, you stick out your tongue and give the tip of his member a little lick. It's timid, barely even connecting with the surface. He lets out a short, amused huff at your attempt to be teasing. You licked over the slit of his tip, the taste of his salty precum gracing your tastebuds. You moved to kiss and suck on his balls a few times and lick them by sticking your tongue out a little, then licked a long stripe up to the top before taking him into your mouth and gurgling down his dick. You went slow at first, only taking in a few inches so you could swirl your tongue around.
You rock your head against him as you suck on his dick the best you can with his size. You massage his balls lightly as you drool around him, filling your mouth up with all of him in between your lips. You kiss every ridge up his shaft as you go back to bobbing your head into him. Crocodile was laying back as you suck on him at your desired pace. You feel him tracing your elf ears leisurely so that you know you have his full attention.
You took him out your mouth, pressing one last kiss to the tips before straddling him. You slid over his hardness a few times before positioning him and slowly sinking onto his cock. You let out a breath as you eased your way down his length. You hummed in satisfaction as you felt the ridges, one by one, enter your tight hole.
“Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he blew out a bit of fire to light another cigar. He moves to unbutton his shirt and throws his tie to the ground.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I am,” you said as you rolled your hips and began to move. You mewl at the ribbed sensation of his dick. You slowly picked up the pace, and you started to bounce. He grabs your hips as you tilt your hips up and down on his large length.
He lets out a groan when you pull almost all the way out your hole before slamming down onto him. You were bouncing on his long dick until your legs felt like they were going to give up on you. With trembling legs, you pushed through until Crocodile was throbbing inside your rear. You fall back against the large man, feeling dizzy, and this is when he takes over and thrusts up into you. He fills your ass with his hot dragon jizz; he holds on to you before pulling out of your while grumbling, you were huffing and puffing from the high of pleasure.
The valley of Imladris shimmered as though carved from a dream. Pale mist curled above the river, softening the glow of morning sunlight that streamed down through branches still heavy with autumn leaves. Waterfalls fell in silver veils, their voices rising in endless song. It was a place of peace, untouched by war and shadow—or so it seemed to the weary traveler.
But you knew better. Even here, beneath the golden boughs, unease stirred like a restless wind. You had felt it for months, long before your arrival. The world was changing, shadows lengthening. There were whispers of war, of dark riders moving along the old roads, of powers long thought buried rising again.
And now you stood in Rivendell, summoned not as guest but as witness.
The courtyard was alive with voices. Great lords and captains filled the seats arranged in a wide ring of stone. The sunlight spilled across polished steps, glinting off steel helms and jeweled hilts. Hobbits sat nervously on their chairs, their small legs swinging. A dwarf glowered beneath his heavy brows. Men of the South shifted restlessly. And among them were elves—serene, sharp-eyed, radiant as starlight.
You lingered near the circle’s edge, hands folded before you, your every movement measured. You had been sent to Rivendell as a messenger from your kin, not as a decision-maker. Yet you had been bid to remain when Elrond summoned the council. Something in your heart warned you this gathering was no simple meeting of allies.
Then your gaze slid across the circle and caught upon him.
An elf of the woodland realm sat near Elrond’s right, tall and straight as a spear. His hair was pale gold, his raiment green and brown, his bearing both noble and watchful. Even without introduction, you knew him. Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood.
You had heard tales of his people often—proud and private, fierce guardians of their forest halls. Your kin had traded words with them seldom, for the paths between your realms were long and fraught. Yet the sight of him, flesh and blood, stilled you. The tales had spoken true: there was something otherworldly about him, a bright clarity that belonged to the ancient days before shadow crept into the world.
His gaze did not stray toward you. He sat still, attentive, eyes fixed upon the council’s debate. But you felt the edge of his presence all the same, like a current tugging at your senses.
Elrond began, his voice like a river in flood—measured, steady, commanding. “Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you are called hither to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall.”
The story unfolded then: of Isildur’s bane, of the One Ring that had returned to the world, of the peril carried even into Rivendell’s heart. A small figure was brought forward—a hobbit, Frodo Baggins, his face pale yet resolute. From a chain at his neck he drew a plain golden ring, no larger than any worn by mortal hand. And yet when it was set upon the stone pedestal, the air itself seemed to darken.
A hush fell. You stared at it, a chill stealing through your bones. Such a small, simple thing. And yet you felt the weight of its evil like a hand pressed to your throat.
A dwarf rose, fury flashing in his eyes. “It is a gift! Why not use this Ring against him? Long has my people suffered the Dark Lord’s shadow—should we not wield his own weapon to smite him?”
Anger erupted. Voices clashed. Men accused one another, dwarves spoke with iron pride, elves answered in tones cold as steel. The words swelled until they rang harsh against the stone arches, a storm of fear and wrath.
Then the dwarf Gimli lifted his axe and struck the pedestal with all his strength.
The sound cracked like thunder. Sparks flew. The stone shuddered. Yet when the smoke cleared, the Ring lay whole, untouched, gleaming wickedly in the sun.
A wave of dread swept the council. You pressed your lips tight, fighting the urge to step back.
And in the silence that followed, the Ring whispered. Not aloud—no, its voice was felt, not heard, crawling across your mind like shadowy fingers. Power, it seemed to say. Power and ruin.
You shuddered.
Then—
“I will take the Ring to Mordor.”
The voice was small, trembling, yet it cut through the air sharper than steel. All eyes turned to Frodo, who sat straight in his chair though his hands quivered upon his knees. His face was pale, but his eyes held a strange light.
Elrond’s gaze softened. Yet before he could speak, another voice rang out:
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.”
The grey wizard, Gandalf, placed a hand upon the hobbit’s shoulder. His tone carried sorrow, but also a deep, unyielding resolve.
One by one, others rose. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, though few here knew him as such. “If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.”
And then the woodland elf stood, swift and certain, his voice as clear as a bowstring drawn to its limit.
“And you have my bow.”
The words sank deep into you, though he did not look your way. His vow rang with such conviction that your breath caught. It was not simply an offering of skill—it was an oath, unbreakable, binding as steel.
The dwarf Gimli leapt to his feet, his beard bristling. “And my axe!”
So the pledges grew: dwarf, man, wizard, hobbits—until at last nine companions were named. The Fellowship of the Ring.
You thought the matter ended. Yet Elrond’s gaze turned outward, past the circle of stone, until his eyes found yours.
“And you, child of the Eldar,” he said, his voice carrying across the courtyard like a bell. “You came hither bearing tidings, yet you are not untouched by what is decided here. Long have your people stood apart from the wars of men. Will you remain so? Or will you take your place in this company?”
The weight of every gaze fell upon you. Even the wind seemed to still.
Your heart thundered. You had not sought this. Messenger only, you had told yourself. Observer. But deep down, since the moment you beheld the Ring, you had known there would be no returning unchanged.
You thought of your home, of kin who would not understand. Of the roads darkening with each passing day. Of the halfling who had just pledged himself to a path none should bear.
And your eyes, unbidden, sought Legolas.
He stood calm, tall, bright as a shaft of sunlight. Yet there was steel in his bearing, and something in his vow still lingered in your chest. To see such certainty gave you courage.
You stepped forward into the circle, the hem of your cloak brushing the stone. Your voice rang steady, though inside you trembled. “I will go,” you said. “If Middle-earth must face this darkness, then I will not remain behind my walls while others bear the burden. You have my blade, and my oath.”
A silence followed, heavy and deep. Then Elrond inclined his head. “So be it. Nine shall go forth. Nine against the power of Mordor.”
And thus the Fellowship was sealed.
Evening in Rivendell
The day passed in a blur of voices and hurried preparations. Elrond’s household bustled to ready provisions, maps were unrolled, packs filled. Everywhere you turned, there were whispers: of the Quest, of its folly, of its desperate necessity.
By twilight, the valley was quiet once more, washed in silver light. You found yourself drawn to the edge of the gardens, where lanterns glowed like stars among the trees. The river sang below, carrying with it the scent of pine and water.
And there, standing upon the balcony’s edge, was Legolas.
He was still, his gaze fixed eastward beyond the shadowed mountains. The wind lifted strands of his hair, pale as sunlight on snow. For a moment you only watched, the silence stretching between you like a taut bowstring.
Then his voice came, soft but keen. “You chose swiftly.”
You started slightly, realizing he had known you were there all along. Gathering your composure, you stepped nearer, the stone cool beneath your boots. “Would you have chosen otherwise?”
At that, he turned his head. His eyes met yours, blue and piercing, filled with an intensity that made you want to look away and yet held you fast. “No,” he said simply. “But many would have. It is no small thing, to swear yourself to a road that leads into shadow.”
You folded your hands, steadying your breath. “The choice was not mine alone. Every heart here will bear the cost of this war, whether we walk to Mordor or wait for Mordor to come to us.”
A faint flicker passed across his face—approval, perhaps. Or curiosity. “Spoken like one who has seen the world’s edges,” he said.
A silence followed, not uncomfortable, but heavy with things unsaid. The river murmured below, the leaves whispered above.
At last, he looked eastward again. “The halfling has courage. More than many who are thrice his size.”
You allowed yourself a small smile. “Perhaps courage is not measured in size, but in the steadiness of one’s step.”
This time, his mouth curved in the faintest echo of a smile. Brief, fleeting—but real.
And though no more words passed between you, you felt the shape of something beginning in that quiet—an understanding, fragile and new, like the first stirring of spring beneath winter’s frost.
Tomorrow, the road would begin. But tonight, beneath the lanterns of Rivendell, you stood in the stillness beside Legolas, and the world held its breath.
Hello, may I please request fem reader x Elrond? With reader that is quite avoidant when it comes to touch, but accepts hugs and kisses from Elrond? I hope it is okay 👉👈 thank you so much in advance, have a wonderful day 💕💕💕💕
Yes, sorry this took so long but here we are! Hope you enjoy how this came to me, a one-shot featuring a third party POV as well as ‘yours’ 😊
The Steel Lady of Imladris- Elrond x F!Elf!Reader
It was known to the surrounding lands that in the Last Homely House one might be surprised by whom they meet; the lord of the land, after all, had a lady by his side, one whose presence was said to carry the chill of a harsh wind with her presence. Resolute as her home's walls, she cut quite the contrast to the hearths always said to be awaiting visitors of the fair valley. Perhaps she was even a witch like the one dwelling in the woods of Lórien.
Such were the rumors swirling in the mind of Rivendell's dwarven visitor, called there as he was to offer his people's wise council. Ha! What was it that had those pointy-ears finally asking for their help Gimli did not know, but happy was he to attend with his father at his side.
Riding in with his kin, he took in sailing white arches and a very well-constructed bridge, hearing his father mutter all the while about how nothing had changed. He had stopped there once before some sixty years ago, after all, during the dragon incident.
A whole gaggle of elves awaited there, some armored but most just decked out in their pretty finery, one clad in white emerging from the center with a deep blue-clad figure upon his arm. Long, elaborately twisted strands of dark hair hung onto his raiment and a circlet of silver crossed his forehead. Likewise, the woman at his side had what hair she could done with equal finesse, a matching headpiece, and a dress more closely tailored than the lord's robes. Elrond and his consort, the so-called Steel Lady of Imladris.
Sure enough, fair as you were your face was resolute as you stepped forward, practical even as you curtsied, surrendering the smallest of smiles. Ready for a fight as he was, Gimli wasn’t sure he’d want to take you on. At least, not without the proper head start and all.
You flinched as Gloin clapped a hand to your back, stepping forward in utter avoidance of his touch. Disrespectful though it may have seemed, you equally avoided one of your elven fellows’ advances. Gimli shook his head. Cold as they came.
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Alright, fine, maybe this wing of the place was a little confusing. He still could figure it out for himself. One more corridor and it would be golden-
“Trouble yourself not, My Lady.”
Tilting his head, Gimli took a few steps forward, was availed the sight of Lord Elrond…holding you at the elbows, pulling you closer? The sound of… you giggling?
He’d turned away, but that sound along had Gimli swiveling around the corner again. Your head tilted and leaned onto the dark-haired elf’s shoulder. A smile cut further across your face as his lips fell to the crown of your head.
“You needn’t spend any more time in the crowds than you must. It was simply right to have you at my side for greetings.”
“I like being at your side, though,” you whispered, peeling your head from Elrond’s chest to kiss him once, twice, and far more lingering.
All right, that was enough. Off to bed. Gimli turned, trying the other fork in the hall with a faint smile playing upon his lips. Steel Lady indeed.
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“Greetings, Madam.”
Frowning slightly, you turned to see if your eyes had deceived you; they had not- one of the visiting dwarves removed his helmet in your presence, giving you a jolly little bow.
Generally you were…unsuccessful, shall you say… with guests. Aversion to touch had bloomed from the harsh experiences of your past life, making trust a challenge. No bearing upon their race or character, but outsiders posed a threat. Disrupting routines, bringing louder, brasher customs. Viewing you as either held in thrall to their impositions or else some myth beyond their metaphorical touch.
Elrond was the anchor in your vast sea of anxiety, the only one who saw through story, perceived emotion seemingly unexpressed. Displayed hope and kindness abundant as the cleanest of springs.
But now stood a dwarf of all people fixing you with earnest hazel eyes. Understanding. What should you do?
A smile shook its way to your lips. “Good morning,” you chose a customary greeting. Standard, safe.
“Aye,” the dwarf nodded, “it is, isn’t it? Well, I know you elves like to keep time, so I'll be off to breakfast before there is none. Tell me your favorite and I will save you some if I can."
Stranger or not, you were sure anyone could have read the shock upon your face. Shaking it quickly aside, you kept your face neutral as you named it and gave a thanks. As the dwarf went on his way, he bid you his final farewell by your title, yes, but also your name. They didn't usually use your name.
Light footsteps rang out behind you, barely perceptible even by your sensitive ears. "And what was that about, hm?" Elrond.
Tension melted from your shoulders as the curious little quirk of your lips burst into a wide smile. Turning on your heels, you slid your arms about your husband's waist, relaxing when his hand caressed the top of your head.
"The dwarf," you answered, "he was so kind. Not in that rough way so often seen, but...genuine. Caring. Like he wanted to see me smile. Could someone have challenged him?"
You feel your husband's head shake. "How many times must I remind you," he teased, "of the light that lies in your eyes? That which reaches deepest into the heart. Surely he felt no challenge than that. Indeed, I would say he simply sees you as I do."
Heart thumping, you loosened your grip on Elrond to meet his lips in a loving kiss, safe in the warmth of his words and his hold upon you. Bit by bit he encouraged you to be brave, never leaving you adrift for long, you reflected as he took your hand, bidding you lead the way to the greater halls at your ready.
