Oct 28, 2024
Hellghoul Week Day 5: Grave
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Hellghoul Week Day 5: Grave
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Haunt Me
(Wuthering Heights x Haladriel)
"You said I killed you, so haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth.”
Only Blood Can Bind
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Galadriel could only stand and watch, as Sauron lifted a blade to his hand, running it through his flesh. He showed no reaction to any pain he might have felt. If he was capable of feeling pain. One who exacted so much of it likely left none of it for himself. He closed his eyes a moment, almost as if he was savouring something. Galadriel watched him breathe in deep and knew it was his scent on the air that he was enjoying. “Can you not feel it, more acutely now? My power…” Sauron brought his hand slowly up to his face, not taking his eyes off of the she-elf before him. Galadriel watched, awestruck, as his tongue slipped out to lick the blood from his skin in one agonising motion. He practically grunted as he swallowed, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he completed his devilish act. “My power… it lies within my blood. The very essence of all that makes me who and what I am. My complete capabilities. Just one taste of that, Galadriel… and it is yours.”
Dedicated to the wonderful woman and inspiration that is @klynnvakarian 🖤😘
Here lies my final piece for @hellghoulweek 2024! Day 8 and the prompt is 'Free Day', so here is some Vampire!Sauron for all your Halloween needs!
Warnings: Blood kink, blood play, blood drinking, you know, just BLOOD.
I hope you like it! Happy Halloween!
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For @hellghoulweek
"Who's that?" she asked her maid, who was sitting next to her on the wooden stand that overlooked the tournament grounds.
"Oh, that..." her maid paused for a moment, almost hesitant, and looked up at her. "That's the Black Knight."
"The black night?" Lady Galadriel turned her head towards her, as if she could hear better that way, "I can see that he wears black armour, but who is he... where is he from, where are his lands?"
"My lady," Mirdania said, stuttering, "that's all I know... I think that's all anyone knows. He's just the Black Knight."
"Is he?" Galadriel raised her eyebrows and turned her head back to the tournament. She would have to ask the king later how he could allow someone who did not reveal his true identity to take part in such a joyous occasion. It was her birthday, after all. But before she could think about it, or even anticipate it, her eyes remained on him for a while longer. The armour made it almost impossible to recognise any of his features, but his demeanour was enough to make the people around him cheer whenever he mounted his horse, and his habit of always winning did the rest to give him a lasting impression. Galadriel felt a slight smile escape her lips, for she did understand it, in a way. His stature seemed to tower over the others by just a little, but enough to make him stand out, and his dark armour made him seem even more striking.
For a moment she thought he was looking at her. She quickly looked away but immediately returned her gaze towards him as soon as he left the tournament place. She followed every step of his tall, sheltered figure flashed between the colourful tents, clinging to the sight, unable to look away from the shadows until they grew longer, for the sun slowly began to set. It was like a blemish on an otherwise unspoiled, solemn scene. A disturbance, yes, but also a pull, like a dark cave drawing her in. What was it that kept her eyes to his movements? There was a mystery that dared to be discovered, something like a secret hidden underneath the all embracing mask.
Yet after the tournament, she occupied herself with other things for a while, and when she sat next to Gil-galad in the great hall to greet the winners, she did not ask him who he was.
The great hall was the most festive room in the entire castle of Lindon, and it was now being used to celebrate her birthday, to welcome their guest, to honour the beloved daughter the King never had and who was most dear to him. Galadriel smiled all day, not necessarily because she was happy, but because she knew the occasion demanded it. She did enjoy the celebration, of course, but after a while it became repetitive and tiring.
The procedure was always the same. One of the knights who had taken part in the tournament stepped forward, bowed to the king, knelt to pay his respects and pledge his allegiance, before turning to her, still on his knees. She sat on a slightly smaller throne to the king's left, wearing a gleaming white dress and a shimmering coronet on her brow. Most of the time, the knights bowed their heads before looking up at her in awe, extolling her beauty, perhaps praising the glow of her golden hair, the fact that her grace was sung of by troubadours, and then, of course, congratulating her and giving her a gift. It was usually the same. Jewellery, dresses, those kinds of blinding things.
(continue on AO3)
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Also, check out these longer fics created in the spirit of Hellghoul!
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A Rotten Hope by @myrsinemezzo Commune, congregation, or cult? Whatever it is, Galadriel Noldor intends to investigate Halbrand Maia's suspected involvement in a series of missing persons. But what she finds in the shepherd's Valley is more than she ever could have bargained for.
for you were lonely, you were like me by poopsiekittens “You have been alone all this time, haven’t you?” She lowers herself to the ground, crouching next to the small creature and allows it to smell the light in her hand, her fingers. She wonders at his ability to still exist. She shakes her head, thinking that it took her all but a minute to start talking to it. What do you see, Galadriel? Looks can be deceiving. She laughs at the thought, taps the top of her thigh, and delights when the little creature jumps up and yields to her fingers rubbing its velvety black ears. ----- After the war of the ring, Galadriel visits the ruins of Barad-dûr.
love makes monsters of us all by @softlighter Once upon a time, there was love. Unfortunately, that was not the end of the story. --- The Crimson Peak AU. Mind the tags, to be updated as we go along.
🎃 On the Eve of All Hallows, Halbrand is as quiet as a ghost.
💞 Slither!Verse
3️⃣ #hellghoulweek 2024 Day 3: Slither
🔗Read on AO3.
What Lies Beneath
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Halbrand went quiet at these words. He stood up and silently walked to the bathroom. “Baby? You okay?” No response. Galadriel followed, finding him staring into the mirror, his toothbrush in his fist. As if he’d been stopped, distracted from doing anything but looking intently at his reflection. Wrapping her arms around him she pressed her lips into his back, but it was an act of comfort ignored. Unlike minutes ago on the couch when she had run her hand absentmindedly through his hair. Halbrand had sighed and squeezed her a little. “Mmm… that feels nice.” He’d said. Did that even happen? “Halbrand, what’s wrong? I’m scared.” His eyes darted swiftly in the mirror to meet hers. “You should be.” Galadriel pulled away from him instinctively, watching him turn around, throw the toothbrush down, and grasp the sink until his knuckles went white. But he wasn’t shaking. He was still. Like a lake with a crocodile hovering under the surface. Ready to strike.
Here is my first offering for @hellghoulweek 2024! I combined the day one and day two prompts of 'monsters' and 'whatever you do, don't fall asleep' to bring you this horrifying piece!
Warnings: Sauron is a very creepy monster.
I hope you enjoy... 😈
An Embrace
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Galadriel rolled her eyes, but smirked at Halbrand, thankful in part for the opportunity he was giving her. “Well how much time do you have? Because it would take longer than my lifetime to list all the ways in which I love you.” Halbrand kissed her sweetly, his lips lingering on hers. “For you, Galadriel… time does not matter.” He took her hand in his and began to lead her away down a path. “Let’s get you warm, hey?” The two of them wandered through the cemetery for a length of time she did not keep track of, proving that it indeed did not matter at all. All was only measured by the amount of happiness she felt being at his side, and how the whole world slipped away from her. Even something as simple as the holding of hands or the occasional glance her way had the most intense effect. It had been so long since she’d let herself feel it. For sorrow had been too great of late.
Here lies my offering for @hellghoulweek Day 5 - 'Grave'. I am really happy with how this turned out and I hope you enjoy it! Brace for spooky feels... 🪦💀👻🎃👻💀🪦