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htchnr · 9 months ago

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♰ drink you dry ༻ THRANDUIL.*ೃ˚

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CW ➻ smut ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ blood sucking ⋆ wound licking ⋆ MODERN AU! Vampire!Thranduil ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ edited my old Graves vampire fic to be a Thranduil fic to see how i like Vampire!Thran ... safe to say i will most likely write a full thing for him now .. WC ➻ 0,7K.

you lean against the windowsill, leant forward ever so slightly as you looked out at the dark sky — stars spattered around like a messy painting.

a full body shudder wracked through you when his hands smoothed over the swell of your hips, long and slender fingers dragging up the curve of your waist — then smoothing back down.

his breath is hot against your ear when he leans in to speak, a shivering - "well, hello again sweetheart," - coming from his lips.

you whimper in pleasure as he dips his head down, his long silvery blonde hair cascading over your shoulder, his nose dragging against the soft skin of your throat — breathing in deeply through his nose as he drowns himself in your scent.

"oh how i've missed your pleasurably sweet scent," he breathes, lips brushing against the skin, his hot breath trailing as his lips are slightly parted in pure pleasure.

your breath hitches, your hands moving to cover his that have found purchase on your hips, your smaller hands gripping around his as his lips drag across your throat so euphorically.

oh how you've missed him — missed his large hands, missed his strong yet lean body against yours, missed his sharp teeth scratching down your skin — threatening to sink into your flesh and drink you dry.

he grins against your throat, sharp teeth scraping around in such a pleasuring way — if it was anyone else you'd almost be embarrassed at how wet his teeth got you.

he grins — his teeth pressed against your throat. "you missed me too, huh honey?" he coos, voice low and almost mocking.

though, how could you ever hate him when the endearing names roll off his tongue like sticky sweet honey, just waiting for you to give in and have a taste?

you close your eyes, clenching them tight as you shiver in anticipation — his hands dragging their way up your hips, slowly gliding up your waist — how were you ever meant to resist him?

you whimper, squirming against his hold as he pushes in — his teeth still dragging across your throat as he bottoms out.

moans fill the otherwise silent space of your attic, the erotic sounds spilling out the window and into the stars as he slowly pulls out — only to forcefully push in again.

"i've missed you so much, my dear," he moans — it almost sounded pathetic coming from between his sharp teeth. the chance of him missing you was slim, you knew he had plenty of places he went to drink and let himself go.

your breath catches in your throat as his pace quickens, your brows furrowing as you clenching around him, only getting even more aroused at the sounds he's making against you every time your walls tighten around him.

"are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he pants, his tongue licking a short stripe right over your pulse.

"you gonna let me taste you again? hm?" his sharp teeth threatening to break your soft skin if you move more than an inch.

you clenched around him, involuntarily showing him your answer. though, he knows you'll let him have you anyway.

"you love it, don't you honey?" he moans, savouring the sound of your whimpers as his teeth starting slowly sinking into your flesh — blood starting to slowly drip.

he drags his tongue across the small wounds, his pace having slowed to halt as he moans at the taste of your blood. he groans, leaning in to wrap his lips around the flesh.

you whimper and moan, your walls fluttering around him as you buck your hips against his. you would never admit how good it felt — how down right euphoric it feels as he wraps his lips around your punctured flesh and drinks your blood.

he sinks his teeth in a little deeper — his mind clouded with the taste of you as he seeks more. the obscene moans that are being muffled by your throat as he grinds into you.

you shut your eyes, the wave of euphoria crashing closer and closer the more he drinks. you were sure you could get off on his lips alone.

"oh shit-" you gasp, shaking against him as you orgasm hits you like a tsunami — blinding you with pleasure as you shake in his hold.

"oh just like that, you taste so good sweetheart-" he moans with your blood coating his teeth, bucking into you in a haze, chasing his own pleasure.

it doesn't take long for him to come, buried inside you with his lips wrapped around your wounds. he let's out a long, euphoric groan — painting your walls white.

he leans forward a little, holding you up as he catches his breath. and with that stupid, sharp and bloody grin whispers — "i'll come find you again my dear, you better stay put."

and though you're kind of curious about what would happen you you didn't stay put, you know you could never willingly walk away from him.

you let out a stuttered breath as he pulls out of you, his warm cum dripping down your thighs and onto the old wooden floor. and as if he disappeared with the low howl of the wind — he was gone as quick as he had arrived.

'what if i left?' — who are you even kidding? you'd always find your way back to him.

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htchnr · 9 months ago

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♰ i fell in love with a war ༻ THRANDUIL.*ೃ˚

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CW ➻ non descriptive and vague smut at the start ⋆ NO HAPPY ENDING! ⋆ insinuation of one dying of a broken heart ⋆ mentions of war ⋆ mention of Haldir's death in Helm's Deep ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SONG ➻ a pearl , Mitski. (listening to the song while reading this will make it 10 times more heartbreaking, trust me!)

SUMMARY ➻ 'i fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended' — your marriage had become lifeless, years of his worrying over the troubles of battle, the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost. so when he leaves for what he says is 'the last battle', you leave too. WC ➻ 1,9K.

it now feels bitter sweet, no longer could you feel the passion this one gave. your hands loosely hold onto his bare back as he moves against you, fingers no longer scratching up the length of his toned back, no longer gripping his broad shoulders. it had been many years since it had been that way.

you had felt him grow distant with the troubles of battle over the last few years. the threat of Sauron had grown, the border of the Woods closest had been weakened and good soldiers had been lost.

once you had felt sympathy for your king, once you had tried to bandage the damage up and nurse it back to the way it was. once.

a sharp thrust of his hips pulled you out of your bitter thoughts and back to reality, his head leaning against your shoulder as his body was pressed against yours. he was going to leave again. once more was he going to ride off to battle — one he said would be the final one, where they would finish Sauron's forces off for good.

you leaned your head back as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, you could not deny the physical pleasure from this, but the mental pleasure had been stripped away long ago. you felt him shudder, before finally finding his release.

his movements stilled as he spilled inside you, keeping this position for a little longer before inevitably pulling out and laying beside you. you closed your eyes and turned on your side, your back to him. "are you tired, my love?" his voice came and your chest contracted in a painful way.

you merely hummed, shifting your head against the pillow. you could feel something painful on his end as well. did he know? did he feel the same way?

it mattered little, you supposed, as you lay there. you closed your eyes and tried to reach a meditative state, for you to pass as sleeping. you laid there for a while, Thranduil stroking the ends of your hair. you were honestly a little surprised at the amount of time it took him to leave.

usually it did not take him long, he would call upon his close servant to get water for you and then leave himself. now, he stayed. long slender fingers stroking your hair as he lay beside you. maybe, you thought, he felt the same way. maybe he had realised how distant the pair of you had become, how lifeless your marriage turned.

you were not sure how long the two of you had laid there, only that you could hear the very first of the early morning birds through the tall skylight. you had always admired it, it felt fitting somehow that the king had such a thing in his quarters.

you were never quite sure where it led outside, for you it had always seemed a mystery as well as a possible security concern. though, you thought, if it had remained after the grand palace halls had been built, safety wouldn't be a concern.

almost trained as the guard's shift change, Thranduil got up. you felt his eyes on you, it truly felt as one last glance, you thought to yourself. as if he knew it too somehow. perhaps on his end, he was merely afraid of how the battle would end. maybe he had not felt how distant the pair of you had grown, maybe it was simply the fear of the result of the war.

something selfish inside you hoped it was not the war, that he had felt the rift between you two and was afraid of what awaited him when he returned from battle.

but the moment he stood from your shared bed that selfish part was squashed as you heard him pull on a robe and open the heavy doors of the room and leave. you had not heard a word to a guard or servant about anything, only the sound of the door shutting behind him.

you let out a sigh you had been holding for hours, the feeling of the long breath leaving your chest relieved you in a way. you sat up, pushing the satin coverlets off of you as you stood. you moved emotionlessly around the space as you dressed, gathering the last things of yours in an empty basket you had left in a corner a few weeks ago.

you moved to set the basket down by the door, only stopping when your eye caught sight of a piece of parchment on his large desk. you paused, brows furrowing in a twang of sadness as your eyes took in what was on the parchment — a sketch of you.

you took a deep breath and let out an even deeper breath, shaking your head as you set the basket down by the door. you walked over to the large elegant mirror near it, checking your appearance. you sighed as you moved closed to the mirror and grabbed your brush, brushing your hair and simply tucking it behind your ears before finding yourself content with your appearance.

you had to see the king and the army off. you wish it could say that it pained you, standing there amidst the Elder Council and the guards who would remain to guard the palace halls, watching him go — but you felt no different anymore. there had been a time when you would stand here with tears pricking at your eyes and an ache in your heart out of fear.

now you merely stood, head held high as the king gave a speech. you took note of your personal guard beside you, "are my things ready?" you muttered to him, and he confirmed. Thranduil's eyes found yours as he spoke to his people and you were surprised that the usually stoic king's eyes held more emotion than yours. you saw a twitch of his brow, perhaps a twitch of hurt that you seemed to be indifferent about his leave.

"good." you responded to your guard, keeping your eyes in front of you as your Thranduil finished his speech, preparing to leave. you were set to leave for your sister's home in Lothlórien as soon as the army was far enough out. the recent death of her husband Haldir had left her beyond broken and alone, yet completely surrounded by people.

you watched as the king and the army turned in sync, then marched out towards the gate at the forest's edge. you remained stood with the guards and members of the Elder Council until the army had passed through the gate and out of sight.

you let out a small breath of relief as everyone turned to return inside, you followed along with them until you parted to return back to your shared quarters to get the basket you left. your guard, Elfir took the basket from your hold and showed you to the stables where your things had been gathered into bags and attached to the saddle of your horse.

you walked with him down the winding halls, the same tall, high reaching halls you once dearly loved, now felt empty and uncared for as you walked through them. you reached the stables, Elfir putting the last things into a bag before securing it all.

you stepped towards your horse, holding the gentle creatures snout as you petted it. a heavy feeling had set in you now. a heavy, painful and definitive feeling that lay heavy on your chest. there was no going back once you had left. you leaned your head against your horse’s snout, your eyes closed.

“oh Elfir,” you sighed painfully. leaving turned out to pain you more than you thought it would. though, when you think about it, it’s leaving the people around you that pains you. you and Thranduil had long since departed, the marriage had been lifeless for years.

no, it was the farewell of people like Elfir, the kitchen staff you always praised so highly after every meal, the stable hand who always cared as deeply for your horse as you did. you lifted your head from your horse’s snout, opening your eyes again. “i am going to miss you dearly,” you spoke to Elfir.

he nodded, “i will miss you too, my queen.” a sad twinge to his voice as he watched the stable hand ready your horse.

though, as painfully sad as your departure was, it was equally freeing. no longer would you have to slowly wither away within your lifeless marriage, no longer would your heart slowly die each time you thought of you what you could’ve had each time you’d see him.

you could return to your beloved sister, care for her while she grieved, hold her and be there with her. sure, you had obviously had chances to see her, for she would visit you and you would visit her, but with the war you had not been permitted to leave the palace under any circumstance by Thranduil.

and a part of you had died everyday that you could not be with her. the plans of leaving had begun to heal that part inside you, slowly piecing it back together.

the road been dangerous, but with your guards at your side and the promise of being free and reunited with your sister it was much more bearable.

a part of you has wondered since that day you left, what Thranduil’s reaction was upon returning to the palace and finding you had left. you knew for certain he had made it through the battle and returned, as Elfir had sent a letter to you, and as you had asked, he had left out what the king’s reaction had been.

you hoped deep down that it would free him as well, to no longer be trapped in a lifeless marriage. to no longer be chained to one another by a surely suffocating responsibility of fulfilling his duty to you as your husband.

though, you knew that it would not free him. you knew that it would slowly drown him as time passed. he loved you deeply and dearly, a kind of love that doesn't come often. though the marriage had slowly died off, his undying love for you had not.

and you knew his love would never falter, no matter if it would be the end of him.

this turned out so much more strangely bitter and depressing at the end than i intended or expected 😭😭💔 and i will apologise with a fluffy fic I SWEAR 🥲🩷

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htchnr · 1 year ago

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