#yandere lotr x reader

[gulnarsultan]

Another ask. Hope you are well lovely.I just saw your requests are open. Dark Eomer from LOTR please 😍I hope it’s something that inspires you ❤️

Hello darling. I hope you like it.

Dark Eomer Eadig headcanons.

~ This man will fascinate you, whether with his appearance or his personality. Moreover, it is difficult for you to be aware of his obsession. Frankly, when this man looks sweetly at you, you will feel guilty for thinking like that about him (he is obsessed).

~ Eomer is loyal, optimistic, humorous, and carefree. However, he is also hard and cold when necessary. And believe me, his hatred is truly terrifying.

~ He is very skilled at riding horses and using swords and javelins.

~ He doesn't hesitate to use all his talents to get you, protect you and make you happy.

~ In a way, once you accept his love, he's not such a yandere. He only gets angry when he is jealous and wants to fight.

[floatyflowers]

Platonic Father! Sauron/ Halbrand/Annatar x Daughter! Reader

You are the daughter of Sauron, and nobody knows that except for a few, Morgoth and his servants.

Honestly, nobody knows how Sauron came to have a child of his own, nor do you even know how you are his blood child, fully from his specie none the less.

When Morgoth is backstabbed by Sauron, you thought you didn't have to be afraid of evil scheming anymore.

But no, Sauron had other plans, he wants to take the place of Morgoth.

This is why you ran away without looking back.

And you ended up with Celebrimbor who took you in and treated you as his daughter, allowing you to call him 'Ada' without knowing that you are related to Sauron

You are disguised in another form so nobody recognizes you.

You chose to start a new life, and Celebrimbor is the perfect match.

Everything was peaceful, until Halbrand or rather Annatar entered your lives and decided to manipulate Celebrimbor.

You felt extremely uncomfortable with him around, despite being unaware that he is your father in disguise.

Sauron was amused at how you didn't recognize disguised as Halbrand or Annatar, even though he immediately knew you.

Afterall, you are a part of him, body and soul.

"Annatar, you have lied to my father!"

"Your father? You truly have forgetten that you were created in my image, that I'm your real father who knows you best, my child"

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Smaug Headcanons (platonic)

Smaug would be extremely possessive of his darling and just as protective. They are the most valuable possession amongst his hoard after all, his most precious treasure. Their worth is more than all the gold and jewels in the world to him. So much so that he could never part with them. That’s why he insists, or rather demands you stay amongst his hoard, where he knows it’s safe. Besides, you’re surrounded by so many beautiful, shiney things and they’re all yours.

Of course you would be kept in the safety of his sanctum after he’s taken the Lonely Mountain for himself. Harbored amongst all the gold, gems and jewels you couldn’t possibly think of, right where Smaug wants you most. He couldn’t possibly fathom any harm coming to his precious one, not when you have him to protect you.

Smaug is extremely strict about allowing his precious one to go anywhere, even if it is to venture off to another part of his sanctum. He doesn’t like not having them within his sight. He hates the thought of them getting hurt or lost, but he especially despises the idea of them ever stepping foot outside his lair. If that were to ever happen his panic and anger couldn’t possibly be repressed.

If his darling were to stray too far or is gone just a little too long for his liking/comfort, Smaug will follow their scent and drag them back to where he feels most comfortable keeping having them. There are very few places he allows them to venture to and he knows them all by heart, being more than capable to go after them if need be and easily retrieve his darling, bringing them back to the only real space he’s comfortable with them staying kept in. It keeps them closest to him and he can keep his eye on them in every sense of the word, even when he’s sleeping he’ll know if they make even the slightest of changes in their usual movements. Smaug is very well aware of his environment and the space he’s resigned himself to, he’ll know if they take even just one step out of the perimeter he’s allowed them to move freely about.

As much as he spoils his darling, Smaug really only rewards good and obedient behavior. Anything less than or just blatant disobedience won’t be take lightly. Smaug demands respect, especially from his little darling. It’s because of him that you are safe and so well taken care of, the least you can do is show some gratitude and appreciation towards him.

As gruff and grumpy as Smaug can be there are times he can be quite playful with his little darling, especially if it’s what they want and they’ve been pretty well behaved. It didn’t take him long to realize that often then not when his darling would venture off and stray away from where he demanded they stay kept was to solely get him to chase after them in a playful game of tag or hide and seek. He can usually tell the difference in whether his darling is trying to make a run for it or is simply trying to get him to play with them. It’s the gigging that really gives it away.

Not only can Smaug be playful but he’s also an excellent storyteller. When he really wants some peace and quiet or to just get his darling to go to sleep in general, Smaug will use his tail to bring them close to him, curling it around them to keep them in place then he goes on telling them stories of his adventures. Sometimes when his darling is really restless he’ll ask them what story they want to hear but more times then not his stories usually involve him boasting and bragging about himself. He especially takes care to make it clear to his darling that he is in fact the biggest dragon to ever exist. Of course it’s a complete lie but his darling doesn’t know that, and even if they were to question him about it he wouldn’t let up. As far as Smaug’s concerned he is the biggest dragon around now.

As much as Smaug typically comes off as aloof or even flat out terrifying he does hold some genuine care for his darling, even if it is just a little. His obsession is primarily possessive with that possessiveness only becoming all the worse the more his obsession festers and grows. Eventually his darling will become something more than just an object for him to own, they’ll become a treasure he certainly doesn’t want anyone or anything else getting ahold of. And with that said he will do anything to keep them with him, and only with him. He will reign hellfire down on anyone or anything that dares to steal his darling treasure away from him.

[queenstarlight2]

A terrible day in heaven

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (816 words) summery: Elrond and Thranduil agree to share you credits to this post and creator part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

It was a calm and peaceful day in Rivendell, people were drinking tea in the garden, elves were making idle conversation, and the twins were causing trouble. It was a perfectly normal day in Rivendell but for Thranduil and Elrond this day was made for agreement, for an advantage, for a shared desire. 

The air in Elrond's private chambers felt thick with tension as Thranduil and Elrond sat on plush couches, gazing into the fire that crackled in the fireplace. The soft light of the flames danced over their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Thranduil turned to Elrond and spoke, "She belongs to us, does she not?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Yes, she does. But we must be careful. She is breakable and fragile. We must not scare her away."

Thranduil nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I know. We cannot rush this, or we risk losing her forever."

But despite his words, the yearning in his eyes betrayed his impatience.

Elrond leaned back against the cushions and ran his hand through his hair, his voice tight with frustration. "But how long can we wait? I feel my desire growing stronger every moment we don't have her in our arms."

Thranduil's eyes darkened, the possessive fire within him burning brighter at Elrond's words. "I feel the same. The thought of her being with someone else, of her heart being claimed by another..."

Thranduil and Elrond both grew quiet as they thought about the object of their desire, the fire in the fireplace casting an almost romantic glow over the room.

Thranduil spoke quietly changing the subject  "She is breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen in any human. And by elven standards, she would be considered very desirable."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as he recalled her face in his mind. "Yes, she is unlike any other human. There is a grace about her that I cannot describe. And her beauty... it is simply captivating. I find myself drawn to her in a way that I never have been before."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his own need for the girl growing stronger by the day. "Yes, she is. We cannot allow anyone else to have her. We have to make sure she knows that she is meant to be with us."

Elrond's hand ran through his hair again, a nervous habit he had developed in the days since they had first seen the girl. "But how do we convince her? She's young and naïve. What if she doesn’t understand our desires?"

Thranduil nodded agreeing he soon spoke "That is a valid concern. We don't want her to feel manipulated. But we also can't just go up to her and confess our feelings."

Elrond nodded and responded "No, that would likely scare her off. We need to take things slowly. Ease her into the idea of being with both of us."

Thranduil and Elrond sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts before Thranduil spoke up. "We must figure out how this is going to work."

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, we need to discuss the terms of our agreement. How we will share her, and what our expectations are."

Thranduil stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing as he thought about how to approach the situation. Thranduil spoke, "We should make sure she understands that we both care for her and that we will both be an important part of her life.”

Elrond responds to him "Yes, I agree. We should also make sure that she knows that neither of us will try to dominate her or make her choose between us. We both have a claim on her, and she will have a claim on us as well."

Thranduil stopped and faced Elrond, his expression intense. "We must be careful to avoid jealousy between us. We should always be open and communicate clearly with each other about our feelings."

Elrond nodded again, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, I agree. But it won't be easy. We are both already possessive of her. The thought of her being with you, when I want her, is already difficult to bear."

Both men were silent for a moment, the weight of their situation heavy in the air. Thranduil finally spoke up, his voice more solemn than before "I think we have covered everything for now. We have agreed to share her and to be careful not to let our jealousy and possessiveness get the best of us. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

Elrond shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. We just need to make sure we keep our word and treat her with the love and care she deserves."

With a nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats and walked to the door.

Thranduil looked at Elrond his voice quiet "Then I think we are done for now. We will talk again soon?" Elrond nodded "Yes, soon."

They left the room, each lost in their thoughts as they both quietly contemplated their plan to share the girl they had both fallen for.

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[greycloudsinwinter]

Can you make Yandere Thranduil and fairy female reader part2? Please. They have a few children. Half fairy and half elf hybrids. They have fairy wings like their mother. How many children will Yandere Thranduil want to have with the fairy reader?

YANDERE THRANDUIL X READER WITH CHILDREN

🪽Thranduil would be happy with however many you want but he is probably thinking 4.

🪽they have their mothers wings but there green. They inherit there fathers looks and his long beautiful hair.

🪽his children with you are his most important things in the world.

🪽however if he has to choose between you and them , it will always be you because he can always replace them with another child but he can’t replace you.

🪽he would go to war for his children though to keep them safe.

🪽he won’t admit it but if you have a daughter with him then he will put her on a pedestal higher then Legolas.

🪽the servants mostly deal with the children though . Running after while you and your husband have time together.

🪽even if you didn’t want the children you can’t find it in your heart to hate them .

🪽he feels the most joy seeing his family all together and happy.

Thank you for this request ❤️❤️

[reverieparacosm]

hi! could you please write yandere!sauron x fem reader hcs? maybe sauron had a dream of this woman who fulfills a prophecy he read that would make him more powerful so he sends his minions to bring her to him and when he meets her there is a magical bond between them and he is obsessed with her

Prophecy: Yandere!Sauron x F!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, slavery, (Sauron is already a red flag -)

Note: Your wish is my command! I am weak for Yandere Sauron.

Remember kids - please do not enslave people just because you saw them in dreams

Sauron's thirst for power is unending

As the Dark Lord of Mordor, he is always on the lookout for ways to increase his influence and rule over Middle-Earth

One night, he is visited by a vision of a woman who would help him fulfill a prophecy that would grant him even more power. This vision ignites a fiery determination within him, and he sets his minions on the task of finding her and bringing her to him

His servants search far and wide, but the woman is elusive and hard to find. Months pass without success, but finally, one of his minions stumbles upon her during a routine scouting mission

He brings Sauron the news, and the Dark Lord is overjoyed. He immediately orders his minions to keep a close eye on her and bring him regular reports

But Sauron's desire for this mysterious woman grows stronger with each passing day. He wants her for himself, and orders his minions to bring her to him

She is everything he has hoped she would be - powerful and capable of fulfilling the prophecy. The moment they meet, Sauron feels a magical bond between them that he has never experienced before. He is immediately obsessed with her, unable to tear his eyes away from her

With a single glimpse, he is captivated by her beauty. So much so that he takes her face in his hand before she has even noticed his presence. His ice-cold mental glove caresses her cheeks and he absorbs every delicate detail, leaving her with an unsettling sensation

When she turns her head to the side, Sauron becomes more aggressive. He grabbs her chin with one hand and held her neck with the other, forcing her to look into his eye

Despite being an evil, dark lord with a reputation for cruelty, he develops a soft spot for her

He tells his minions not to harm her and threatens those who do with severe punishment. He does not want to lose her or drive her away, for he knows that she is the key to fulfilling his ultimate goal - becoming the most powerful being in Middle-Earth

"I would rather burn the world than see it harm you."

Sauron spends every waking hour with her, pouring his heart and soul into their relationship. He is desperate to learn everything he could about her, her abilities, and her place in the grand scheme of things. He is certain that she is the one he has been seeking for so long, the one who would help him achieve true greatness

As the days pass, the bond between them only grows stronger, and Sauron's obsession with her only deepens. He knows that the prophecy is within his grasp, and he would do whatever it takes to fulfill it with her by his side

The woman is initially reluctant to trust Sauron. But as he charms her with his words and gifts, she begins to fall under his spell

Sauron soon begins to see the woman as his property and becomes increasingly possessive and demanding. He expects her to devote all of her time and energy to him, and becomes violent when she tries to resist

"Your heart beats in harmony with mine, the two inextricably linked in a bond so strong that no other force can break it. You are mine, and I am yours, our destinies intertwined forevermore."

Sauron is constantly monitoring the woman, using magic to invade her thoughts and dreams. He knows her every move and thought, and he uses this knowledge to control her

Sauron revels in her obedience, especially when she sits at his feet as he holds court with his many war generals. It is a constant reminder of his power over her, and he loves having her as his symbol. Even when he is deep in conversation, he still takes a moment to stroke her hair, relishing in her submission. He senses the tension in her body, and it only increases his satisfaction

"There is no one like you, my beautiful darling. The way you bend to my will pleases me greatly. You are a constant reminder of the power I have over you, and it thrills me to no end. Even in the midst of battle, I cannot help but take a moment to stroke your hair, relishing in your submission. Your body trembles with tension, and it only increases my satisfaction. Never forget who you belong to. I am your master, and you will forever be my symbol."

The woman is conflicted about Sauron's behavior, but she is unable to resist the powerful bond between them. She tries to convince herself that she can change him, but as time goes on, she realizes that he is too deeply engrained in his dark ways to change

If she tries to escape, Sauron would likely use his powerful magic to track her down and capture her

He would stop at nothing to keep her under his control. If the woman manages to escape his grasp, Sauron would likely become more obsessed than ever, and he would use all of his resources to find her and bring her back to him. He would stop at nothing to keep her by his side, even if it meant using his most dark and nefarious tactics to do so

"You are my most prized treasure, my greatest possession. No one on this earth or beyond it will ever take you away from me. Our love is eternal, a bond that cannot be broken or tarnished by any force in existence."

[aphroditelovesu]

Can i request a love letter from Sauron (lotr)?! Love your blog!

Dear (Y/N),

From the moment I laid eyes on you, my precious one, my heart burned with a fiery passion that consumed my soul. I am Sauron, the Dark Lord, and it is you who dominate my thoughts, my desires, my entire life.

Every time I see your shining eyes, I am reminded of the fire that burns in my single eye, a fire that can only be compared to the heat of my love for you. Your smile is more radiant than the glow of the One Ring, and your voice is sweeter than any honey I've ever tasted.

I would do anything for you, my beloved. I would destroy entire kingdoms, subdue nations, and even face the Valar in your name. There are no limits to what I am willing to do to protect and possess you, my precious one.

I know that maybe my love is dangerous, that my devotion is dark and dangerous, but it's sincere. There is no one else in my heart but you. And even if you try to walk away from me, remember that my eye never stops watching, and I will always be waiting for you, ready to take you into my arms, no matter what.

Accept my love, (Y/N), and you'll never need to fear anything again. Together we can reign over all the kingdoms of Middle-Earth, and none will ever dare to separate us.

Yours sincerely,

Sauron.

[carnivorousyandeere]

DM Darling hosting special oneshots for all the player's bithdays, in particular for Hymn's they homebrew a world of re-skined tabaxis/cat hybrids and they even come to the session wearing cat ears, its a fairly normal setup until they get to their first bar/tavern to meet the Dm npc and instead of the typical aesthetic its in the style of a cutsey cat maid cafe and as darling reveals this they take off a layer of clothes revealing the maid outfit that was underneath

OOOOH HOW DID I MISS THIS

This is such a good fucking idea 😭💞💞💞

Hymn grins wider than you think you’ve ever seen them grin (a truly impressive feat given how emotive they are), Noe’s jaw drops and she can’t help but stare, Scott gets all flustered and starts spluttering about how “inappropriate this is, and that this establishment can in no way be considered a tavern—!” Even Millie, half-asleep with their head resting on the table, cracks an eye open to catch a peek of your cute lil outfit.

Also just thinking about everybody’s birthday one-shots is so cute 🥺🥺🥺 Noe’s would definitely be an adventure as a swashbuckling pirate crew or a “quest to save the royal heir (an NPC who’s very transparently you),” Millie’s would have to be an exciting heist, and Scott’s would. Probably not be very fun 💀

[gulnarsultan]

Thranduil: I believe in free will. Everyone has the freedom to make their own choices.

Fairy Reader: So I can leave with the dwarves?

Thranduil: No, dear.

Fairy Reader: But you just said that.

Thranduil: I meant everyone but you.

Fairy Reader: That's not fair.😠

[floatyflowers]

You are the daughter of Sauron and everyone is obsessed with you as they are obsessed with the rings.(Part 1)

"Everyone was aware that falling in love with you was madness, given your father's identity. Still, no one minded as long as they could have you by their side."

Morgoth/Melkor

He is obsessed with you as much as he is obsessed with the Silmarils.

Doesn't care if you are the daughter of his servant, he wants you.

Despite your refusal of Morgoth's advences, Sauron encourages you, and wanting to please your father, you decided to try and please Melkor.

"Your soul and body are mine like those silmarils"

He crafted a necklace made out of one of the Silmarils, gifting it to you as a token of your unity.

Thankfully, the Valar captured him after the battle of Wrath, however you already left him before the battle.

Maedhros

You met him while he was in Thangorodrim, getting tormented by your father.

At that time Morgoth was imprisoned in Angband, so you were free from his obsessed jealousy.

However, after seeing the handsome red-haired elf for the first time, you decided to take care of him and try to free him, feeling sympathy and gulit.

After freeing him with the help of his cousin Fingon who had to cut off his hand to free him, Maedhros tried to convince you to escape with him, as you handed him the Silmaril Morgoth gave you.

"Come with me, you will find peace away from your father's clutches"

And you did leave with him when you realize how awful Sauron is.

But your decision is like falling into another trap.

As Maedhros appeared to be the same as Morgoth in causing violence.

Celebrimbor

After discovering what Maedhros and his brothers have done to their kin, you fled without a second thought.

And as years passed, you kept yourself hidden wandering alone, until you met Celebrimbor whom you find his knowledge remarkable.

You thought of leaving when you discovered that he is the nephew of Maedhros, but his generosity tempted you to stay, and you did.

Honestly, you thought you found peace with him in the safety of his home, but that was never the case, Celebrimbor was possessive and refused to let you leave.

He crafted special rings to keep you safe from danger, and also to keep you in love with him.

"Your pain, your pleasure, your every thought belongs to me. You're mine to command and possess."

Celebrimbor thought he owned you, until Annatar 'Sauron' came into the picture and corrupted Celebrimbor into making the rings.

Sauron/Annatar 'platonic'

Sauron didn't realize how much you meant to him until you ran away.

He almost went insane and never stopped searching for you.

So, when he encountered Celebrimbor, he didn't expect to see you, and deep down it steered horrible jealousy at the sight of you, his only child, happy with Celebrimbor.

Adding to this, he noticed Celebrimbor's obessesive behavior towards you and how he tried to keep you away from his sight.

What is more amusing to Annatar is that you didn't discover his disguise.

So, he decided to reveal it to you.

"How sad that you don't remember your father, my sweet child"

You warn Celebrimbor about your father before handing him the rings he made for you and leaving.

Elrond

You knew Elrond since Maglor, brother of Maedhros, was the one fostered him and his twin brother, Elros.

So, seeing him after so many years surprised you and what made you feel shy is the fact that he invited you to stay with him at his realm.

You decided to take on his offer because you didn't want to keep on wandering in the middle earth after you did for many years.

Actually, you came to his realm after his wife decided to leave to the Undying Lands.

And Elrond is the only one who felt like he wanted to marry you but he decided not to act on it to not frighten you.

Especially after everything you told him about others 'locking you up' and 'refusing to let you leave'

Actually he witnessed how his foster Uncle treated you, so he understood where you are coming from.

"Do not worry, Nin meld, you are safe here with me, I promise to protect you from any danger."

[heavenlayt]

I love him! 😍

hm legolas w “Why don’t you love me?! I’ve given you everything I can think of!” cus i wanna see how far u can take our mister legally blonde w/o breakin character😼😼😼

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!legolas ⠀〳 ⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. it was beyond unnerving, the way he could still smile at you as if he hadn't trapped you in this suffocating life ( dark themes ៸៸ yandere content ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ strangulation ៸៸ dark content in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. honestly, writing him as his normal self despite all the dark themes was really fun and really made the piece even more unnerving phaha. translations in comments !

“Darling,’’ 

Such a name should have elicited a flurry of butterflies, triggered a blush of response — yet all that rakes over your body is a slew of shivers from the base of your spine. Hair stands pin-straight in riposte to the abrupt chill brought upon the room and for a minute you debate whether turning around would be a grand idea. 

Such a thought fell flat, for before you could even blink twice a pair of strong arms circled around your waist, hauling back so that shoulders flush against a contrastingly warm chest. “Darling,’’ the repeated croon hitches your breath. “I have returned, did you miss me?”

Yet another jolt to your spine as cool air brushes the shell of your ear, followed by the graze of icy lips. A cramp finds your diaphragm, prompting your breathing to grow shallow and your heart to gradually pick up in pace as your mind races for a way in which to react. 

Silence would be foolish,

but so could speaking. 

“Leg-. . . olas,’’ barely managing out his name, you suck in a breath and pray to the valar that it went unnoticed. You were never the best actor, even more so in this situation. Your disability in putting on masks brought on great suffering and numerous confrontations — alas, it could not be helped. After all, not many would be able to bite their tongue, swallow their words and put on a gleaming smile; not many who had been through the horrors you faced. 

“Meleth, why do you appear so tense?” It takes everything within you not to jerk away when the delicate feel of his lips trace kisses along your shoulder. Thank valinor he parted when he did, you weren’t exactly sure for how much longer you could have held your breath.  

The little voice in your head begged you to turn, to at least attempt to appease him in favour of avoiding an unwanted incident. So, swallowing the bitter taste at the back of your throat, you ever so sheepishly turn to face him, gaze glued to his face in fear of potentially catching him in one of his many moods. 

A smile graces his lips, one which many compared to the heavens above; similar to his eyes that sparkled like that of gorgeous startlight. Such an innocent, gleaming countenance that even managed to deceive you some time ago. What a shame that such a pretty face was tainted by a cruel, black heart. 

“I have brought you a little something. A perfect gift for my most beloved.’’ 

You didn’t quite fancy the way that word sounded on his tongue, although smothered in honey as it may have appeared — you knew the truth. Beloved. Is this how you treat a beloved?

The thought lingers not as your attention is soon captured by the motion of his hands and for a second you braced yourself for the unexpected; only to internally sigh with relief at the sight of carmine petals surrounding a little bud. A rose, blooming and bright held between his fingers which brought it up only a few inches from your face. 

And for a moment, just a moment, you wanted it to be real. For it all to be the fairytale you were promised in the books read as a child. Your prince charming presenting you with gifts, adoration and love, holding you in his arms and shielding you from all the darkness of this world. 

However, you were quickly reminded that the only darkness in this room stood right before you. 

The dream melted into nothingness, a mere waver in the wind, instead replaced with the horrific images you had unfortunately come to know as memories. Your gaze became unfocused, zoning out the flower and concentrated on his hands instead. Pale and clean, yet for a flashing second crimson essence couples with various scarlet smudges tainted the once flawless skin. 

Damnit, damnit! 

You can barely stop the gasp, nor freeze your abrupt jerk which positions your back at the edge of the table to which you hastily cling. Images cloud your vision, a monochromatic scene with one lone, distinct colour. Blood red. 

It was no secret that the horrors you witnessed still plagued your mind even until this day — all done by the hand that now dared to gift you a flower of the same shade. 

In your hastened attempts to sate your ragged breathing, you had all but forgotten to pay mind to the elf who stood only a few feet away, rose still in hand as he observed your startled reaction. 

Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly the most thrilled. 

Within your blur of memories and madness you fail to realise his gradual advancements towards you as the rose hits the ground below with little regard. “Now, what was that for, hmm?” Sweet as ever, his voice rings through the air as your vision finally focuses on those azure irises; now flickering with familiar undertones. “I bring to you a gift from my heart and you immediately reject it? You. . .’’ 

You gag on a gasp, eyes nearly popping from their sockets at the sudden pressure around your neck. “Ungrateful little thing.’’ Even with the roughness of his mannerisms, his voice and gaze still remain uncannily gentle, as if he weren’t choking the life out of you. 

“It wounds me, darling. Just how much you still reject me — after everything. . .’’ Leaning his head closer, his serrated breath fans against your lips. “How much longer will you deny me?” The grip tightens and elicits a wave of dizziness as you attempt to plea for mercy, only to splutter and struggle. 

“Tell me,’’ you can feel the tremble of his fingers, see the growing dim in his eyes, but it is only when nails claw into your neck which is subsequently jerked forward do you realise he’s on the edge once more. “Tell me!”Legolas’ shout akins to that of thunder as jagged breaths overtake his quaking form. 

“Why don’t you love me!? I’ve given you everything I can think of!”

The dizziness only multiplies at his ferocious jerks of your body, nails threatening to break through your skin. It is then that you’re abruptly hauled forward, face a mere inches from his. With swollen, blue-tinting lips, you barely manage to strangle out a plea for air as his eyes lock upon yours. 

“It appears. . .’’ his voice leisurely steadies, returning to its honey-coated sickness. “That we have a lot more to work on, darling.’’ Finally releasing you of his hold, you drop to your knees with tears cascading down your cheeks. 

“L-Legolas, please — I’m sor -’’

Words lodge themselves within your throat as two fingers take your chin, lifting your head to ensure you face him. “Sorry?” He finishes your sentence, a small tilt of his head before a low, bone-chilling cooe fills your ears. 

“Oh, meleth nin. You will be.’’ 

[queenstarlight2]

Sharing isn't always smart

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (5k words) Summery:You get to talk to Elrond,and meet Thranduil where Elrond gets jealous. part 1,part 2,part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond, was in his bedwear, he was quietly sipping his morning tea, enjoying the quiet solitude of his chambers when a knock at the door interrupted him. He sat the cup down and called out, "Who is it?"

The door slowly opened, and the young girl, dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, poked her head in. "I-I'm so sorry to disturb you sir, but I seem to have gotten lost. I just wanted to find the dining hall." Elrond smiled warmly at her, gesturing for her to come in. "You're not disturbing me at all, please, come in."

He watched as she nervously entered the room, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes widened as she took in the luxurious surroundings of his private chambers - the plush carpet underfoot, the roaring fire in the stone fireplace, and the huge four-poster bed with a rich silk canopy. She seemed nervous and out of place in this opulent setting. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to one of the plush couches by the fireplace.

He watched as she perched on the edge of the couch, sitting awkwardly, her hands clasped nervously in her lap. He took a seat across from her, taking a moment to study her quietly. She was truly beautiful, with her delicate features and clear skin flushed with a rosy hue. She seemed to radiate a soft, innocent vulnerability that made something protective stir within him. "Forgive me," he said with a polite smile, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He held out his hand in greeting. "I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris."

She took his hand hesitantly, her small hand engulfed by his larger one. He then motioned to the pot of tea on the small table, "May I offer you some tea?" As he poured a cup of tea for her, Elrond couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. He noted the way her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted the cup from him, the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she looked down at her tea.

He felt a possessiveness bloom within him at the sight of her sitting so innocently in his room, oblivious to the possessive thoughts racing through his mind. "Have you been in Rivendell long?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his tea, all the while his mind was spinning with thoughts of claiming her, keeping her safely tucked away in his rooms where no one else could touch her.

"N-No," she answered, her voice soft and a bit shaky as she brought the cup up to her lips, taking a small sip. "I arrived yesterday." Her eyes darted around the room again, taking in the opulence of her surroundings. She suddenly looked sheepish, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I… I had no idea whose chambers these were when I knocked," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you." He chuckled kindly, the sight of her flustered embarrassment endearing.

"It's quite fine," he assured her. "I didn't mind being disturbed. Especially not by a lovely lady such as yourself." He noticed how her blush deepened at his compliment, and he felt a possessive satisfaction. He liked this effect he seemed to have on her, her nervousness and inexperience making her even more endearing in his eyes. "Breakfast," she began, her voice a little stronger now as she looked up at him, "When does breakfast usually start?"

Elrond noted the slight change in her demeanor. She seemed a little more relaxed now that they were conversing. "Breakfast won't begin for another hour," he told her, his voice soft and gentle. "Why do you ask?" As she fidgeted on the couch, he leaned back in his seat, using this time to study her more intently. Her dress, while modest, was still form-fitting enough to show off her figure. Her hair, silken and soft, hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her features.

She seemed so innocent, so untainted by the harshness of the world. A part of him reveled in the fact that she was here, alone in his chambers, just the two of them, and he was the only one who could see her like this. The thought of others seeing her, touching her, making his possessiveness flare up again, a possessive growl almost escaping him. He took another sip of his tea to hide his reaction, the hot liquid doing little to soothe the fire burning within him.

She shifted on the couch again, her gaze dropping to her teacup. "I wanted to ask you something," she said quietly. "I wasn't sure how to get to the dining hall, and I was hoping you could show me the way?" Elrond chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll show you the way," he assured her, his eyes locking with hers. "But we have an hour before breakfast, and I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?"

A small shiver ran through her as his eyes bore into hers. There was something in his gaze that made her feel oddly exposed like he was looking through her and into her soul. "I-I don't mind," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He noted the slight tremor in her voice, her body visibly tensing as she spoke. He felt a sense of triumph at the effect he seemed to have on her, the way she was so easily flustered and off-balance in his presence. "Excellent," he said, his voice low and smooth. "First question, if I may?" she nods as he sets his teacup down, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me about yourself," he began, his eyes never leaving her face. "Where did you come from? Where do you call home?"

He watched as she fidgeted nervously under his gaze, her hands twisting in her lap. She paused, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on him. "I, um, I travel a lot," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "I don't have a specific place that I call home."

He nodded, trying to conceal the disappointment that flared up inside him at her vague answer. "Interesting," he mused, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "And what brings you to Rivendell, if you don't mind me asking?" She bit her lip, looking down at her teacup as if it held the answer to his question. "I… I just happened to stumble across Rivendell," she said quietly. "I wasn't planning on staying, I just sort of… ended up here." He raised an eyebrow at that, his mind already stirring with plans and schemes to keep her here longer. She was so innocent, so lost, so easy to manipulate. And the fact that she just stumbled upon Rivendell, seemingly by accident, only added to the possessive fire burning within him. "You just stumbled upon Rivendell?" he repeated, watching her closely. "How fortuitous. Though it's not often that people just accidentally stumble upon our hidden city."

She looked up at him then, her eyes darting to his before quickly looking away. "I… I just heard it was a beautiful city," she said, her fingers continuing to twist in her lap. "I wanted to see it for myself." He leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you think of it so far?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the opulent surroundings before she answered. "It's… it's breathtaking," she said quietly. "I've never seen anything like it before." His smirk widened at her words, a sense of pride swelling within him that she was so captivated by the city he called home.

"Yes," he agreed, "Rivendell is quite stunning. But it pales in comparison to your beauty," he added, watching her with keen eyes. Her eyes widened at his words, and she fidgeted again in her seat, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Um," she stammered, "I… I have heard of you, Lord Elrond. I've heard stories about you." "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "And what kind of stories have you heard about me?" "Well," she began, her voice soft and hesitant, "I've heard that you're a just and fair leader. That you rule Rivendell with wisdom and compassion." He smiled at her words, his chest puffing out a bit with pride. "I am glad my reputation precedes me," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And what else have you heard about me, I wonder?" She looked up at him, meeting his gaze directly this time.

"Well for one, I have never heard of you being a flirt," she said, a hint of a challenge in her voice, surprising herself with her audacity. Elrond chuckled, caught off guard by her suddenly assertive tone. He leaned back in his seat, studying her closely. "Ah," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what makes you think I am a flirt?" She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze evenly. "Well," she began, her voice more steady now, "you said that Rivendell pales in comparison to my beauty. That sounds like a very flirtatious thing to say."

He chuckled again, clearly impressed by her boldness. "I suppose it does," he admitted, his voice low and silky. "But can you blame me for complimenting such a beautiful woman as yourself?" She blushed again at his words, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh really?" he said, his gaze locked on her face. "And what if I want to flatter you some more? Your eyes are like the sky after a storm, your skin is smooth like silk, and your hair is like a silken waterfall flowing over your shoulders."

Her blush deepened with each compliment he showered upon her, the words making her heart flutter in her chest. She tried to hide her reaction, but her quickened breath and the way she fidgeted in her seat gave her away. She managed to find her voice again, clearing her throat nervously.

"But… but surely you have a wife or a lady friend?" she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant. "Should you be saying these things to me?" Elrond chuckled again at her question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, so concerned about my relationship status," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What does it matter to you, little one, if I am married or not?" "Well…," she stuttered, her mind racing to come up with a rational reason for her concern. "Your wife… she might get mad. If you talk like this to other women. Right?"

"Ah," Elrond chuckled softly, his eyes taking on a distant look as he remembered the past. "You speak of a time long gone, little one. I did have a wife, once upon a time. But tragedy and war took her away from me many years ago." Elrond's eyes flickered back to hers, the distant look replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "It has been many years since I lost my wife," he said, his voice taking on a solemn tone. "But the pain of that loss still runs deep, like a wound that never fully heals." He paused, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to memorize every feature. "I miss her," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. "Her laughter, her smile, the way she could light up a room just by walking into it. Sometimes it feels like a part of me was torn away when she left, and I'll never be whole again." As he spoke about his late wife, his eyes never left her face. He noted the way her eyes widened slightly at his words, the way her breath caught in her chest.

An idea began to form in his mind, one that sent a thrill through his veins. The thought of her filling the void his wife had left behind sent a possessive fire flickering through him. He could almost imagine it, her delicate hands touching the places his wife had once touched. Her voice filled the silence left behind by his wife's absence. The thought of her in his arms, replacing the ghost of his wife, sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He couldn't help but imagine how she would look wrapped up in his embrace, her soft skin against his own, her hair splayed out across his pillow like a silken curtain. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a familiar heat began to pool in his gut.

As Elrond's eyes continued to roam over her face, his thoughts lost in a sea of possessiveness and desire, the silence between them grew heavy. Sensing that she needed to break the silence, she cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present.

"Lord Elrond," she began, her voice hesitant, "I… I can't imagine how hard it must have been to lose someone you loved so much." He smiled at her words, the possessive thoughts quickly shoved aside in favor of his charming facade. "It is a pain that never fully leaves you, no matter how many years pass," he said, his voice taking on a mournful tone. "But life goes on, and we must learn to move forward, to find new happiness amid grief." As he spoke, his eyes drifted to her hair, her soft, silken hair that cascaded down her back. He itched to reach out and touch it, to feel the softness of it between his fingers. He forced himself to keep his hands clasped together in his lap, knowing that he needed to reign in his impulses.

"But enough about me, my dear," he said, shifting the focus back to her. "You have yet to tell me your name. May I have the pleasure of knowing such a beautiful woman's name?" She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Um, I…" she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "I don't use my real name anymore… People usually call me by a nickname now." His eyes widened at her words, curiosity piqued. "A nickname, you say?" he said, leaning forward in his seat. "May I have the honor of knowing what your nickname is?" Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Star," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. "They call me Star."

Elrond's heart skipped a beat as he heard the delicate syllables fall from her lips. Star. It was a beautiful name, perfectly suited to a beautiful girl. He repeated the name in his mind, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Star," he repeated aloud, his voice soft and silky. "A lovely name for a lovely girl." Elrond leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, his voice taking on a gentle tone, "how did you come to be called Star?" She shrugged, her fingers tracing a pattern on the surface of the table. "I'm not sure," she said, her voice quiet. "It just… fit, I guess. People started calling me that a few years ago, and it stuck. It's easier than using my real name, anyways."

Elrond smiled at her words, his eyes roaming over her face. He could see the hint of sadness that crept into her expression when she spoke of her name, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to ask her more, to pry deeper into the story behind her nickname, but he knew that he needed to take things slow. He could feel the possessiveness stirring within him again, the need to know everything about her, to claim her as his own. But he forced himself to push those thoughts aside, at least for now. He could be patient if it meant getting closer to her. Elrond leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Have… do you have a lover?" he asked, his voice soft and nonchalant, as if the question didn't mean much to him either way. She blushed at his words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "N-No," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have a… a lover." A wave of satisfaction washed over him, and he had to fight to keep his expression neutral. Good, he thought, the possessive fire within him growing stronger. She's unclaimed.

He couldn't help but smile at her answer, his thoughts already racing with ideas of how he could keep her that way. "No lover, hm?" he said, his voice smooth and silky. "You're a free woman, then. No bonds or ties to hold you down." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flickering to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Yes, I'm… I'm free," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. Elrond's smile widened a glint of possessiveness in his eyes. "I see," he said, his voice taking on a silky tone. "A free woman, with no ties to hold her down. That's quite a rare thing to find these days, don't you think?"

She shifted again, her eyes darting to the floor as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I suppose so," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Elrond observed her, noting the way she fidgeted in her seat and avoided his gaze. "You seem nervous," he said softly, his voice smooth and calming. "Is something troubling you, little one?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I-I'm not nervous," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just… I'm not used to talking to elven lords, that's all." He chuckled softly at her words, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm no different from any other Elf, despite my title. Don't let the thought of talking to an elven lord put you on edge." As Elrond's words sunk in, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He seems harmless enough, she thought, her heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"I suppose you're right," she said softly, her voice gaining a hint of confidence. "I don't need to be nervous. You're not so imposing, are you?" He chuckled again, clearly amused by her boldness. "No, I suppose I'm not," he said, his eyes glinting with humor. "But I must say, I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You were a shy, blushing mess just a few moments ago." Her cheeks flushed red again at his words, her eyes darting away from his gaze.

"I… I was just caught off guard, that's all," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "But I'm fine now. I'm not scared of you if that's what you're wondering." Elrond chuckled again, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, his voice soft and velvety. "I wouldn't want you to be scared of me. I'm not such a fearsome creature to warrant fear." she then mentioned breakfast broke through his thoughts, and he felt a pang of irritation at the idea of her leaving so soon. But he forced himself to remain calm, not wanting to show his possessiveness too early.

"You were headed to breakfast, you say?" he said, his voice cool and neutral. "What a shame. I was hoping we could continue our conversation." As she mentioned her destination, he remembered her earlier request. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice cool and composed. "I had agreed to escort you to the dining hall, hadn't I? I suppose we should make our way there then before the food gets cold." He stood up from his seat, his movements graceful and fluid. "Shall we?" he said, offering her his arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to his outstretched arm and back up to his face. She knew she should accept, considering he had offered to escort her, but something about him made her feel uneasy. But she pushed that feeling aside, telling herself she was being silly, and took his arm with a small nod.

As she took his arm, Elrond felt a jolt of possessiveness surge through him. It took all his self-control to keep his expression neutral, his inner thoughts a mess of conflicting emotions. She's mine, he thought, his mind already spinning plans to keep her by his side. He guided her out of the room with a firm grip on her arm, his mind racing as he plotted his next move. As they walked, he glanced down at her, admiring her delicate features and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how small she was next to him, how fragile she seemed. It only served to increase his possessiveness, the need to protect and claim her growing stronger with every step they took. As they walked, he kept her close, subtly guiding her with his hand on her arm. His mind was a mess of possessive thoughts, schemes, and plans on how he could keep her by his side, how he could make her his own.

As they entered the dining hall, Elrond discreetly surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Thranduil, who was seated at a nearby table, deep in conversation with a group of elvish advisors.

Elrond led Star towards an empty table nearby, still keeping a firm grip on her arm, before turning to Thranduil. "Thranduil," he called out, his voice smooth and neutral. Thranduil looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Elrond and Star. Ah, he thought, a flicker of hunger passing through his eyes. Elrond has brought her here.

"Elrond," he replied, his voice smooth and regal. "I see you have a companion today." Elrond chuckled, his grip on Star's arm tightening slightly. "Indeed I do," he said, his voice cool and casual. "I found this lovely young woman wandering the halls, and offered to escort her to breakfast. She's quite shy, as you can see." Thranduil's gaze flicked to Star, his eyes roaming over her body with thinly veiled interest. "Shy, is she?" he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "How delightful." Elrond suppressed a growl at Thranduil's words, his possessiveness flaring up at the other elf's interest in Star. He pulled her closer to his side, a subtle act of claiming her as his own. Thanduil chuckled, noticing Elrond's possessive gesture. "Now, now, old friend. No need to get worked up," he said, his voice playful and casual. "Let's not scare our shy little friend, shall we?"

Star looked nervously between the two elvish lords, feeling a sense of unease at the tension between them. She wasn't sure what Elrond and Thranduil were talking about, but she had a feeling it involved her somehow. Elrond shot Thanduil a quick glare, silently warning him to tread carefully. He had noticed Star's unease, and he didn't want her to become more alarmed.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said to her, his voice softening. "Thranduil is just teasing, as usual. He doesn't mean any harm." Thranduil smirked at Elrond's glare, amused by his friend's obvious possessiveness towards their guest. He decided to have a little fun, see how far he could push Elrond's buttons.

"Of course, I don't mean any harm," he said, his voice smooth and silky. "I'm simply admiring the beauty that you've brought to our table." Elrond took a deep breath, fighting to control his own emotions. He knew he had agreed to share her, but seeing Thanduil eye her with such interest was making it difficult for him to keep his possessiveness in check. Star had been silently observing the exchange between Thanduil and Elrond, her unease growing with every passing moment. She felt like a prize being fought over, and it was making her uncomfortable.

"Um," she spoke up, her voice hesitant and soft. "What are you talking about?" Elrond and Thanduil both turned their attention to her, their expressions schooled into masks of nonchalant indifference.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my dear," Elrond said, his voice casual. "Just a little… teasing, between friends." Thanduil chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's right," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "Just a little banter. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." As the tension in the air grew thicker, Star shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an outsider during this silent battle of possessiveness between Elrond and Thanduil. She wanted to find an escape from this awkward situation.

"Um, why don't we all sit together?" she suggested quietly. Elrond and Thanduil exchanged a glance, both of them silently communicating with each other. They both knew that sitting together would only make their possessiveness even more palpable, but they also didn't want to refuse her request. "Of course, my dear," Elrond said, his voice smooth and practiced. "That sounds like a delightful idea." Thanduil nodded in agreement, his eyes still locked on Star. "Yes, a delightful idea indeed."

The three of them made their way to a nearby table, the air around them thick with tension and unspoken desires. Elrond helped Star into her seat, his hand lingering on her back for a moment longer than necessary. Thanduil took his seat across from them, his eyes roaming over Star hungrily as if he were mentally undressing her with his gaze. Elrond, not missing the way Thanduil was looking at Star, felt a pang of possessiveness rise again. He forced himself to remain calm, reminding himself that he had agreed to share her. Star, feeling the weight of their gazes on her, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was starting to feel more and more like a piece of meat in between two hungry predators.

As they sat in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Elrond and Thanduil's eyes kept wandering to Star, their possessive thoughts growing stronger with every passing second. Thanduil couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Star again, admiring her delicate features and petite frame. He imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her his.

Elrond, not liking the way Thanduil was leering at her, tried to subtly put himself between them, as if trying to shield her from his friend's hungry gaze. Thanduil noticed Elrond's protective gesture, his smirk growing wider. He's getting possessive again, he thought, his possessiveness flaring up in response.

Elrond, sensing Thanduil's reaction, shot him a warning glare. Keep your eyes off her, his expression said. As the tension between them continued to build, a distraction arose in the form of servants bringing in platters of food. The smell of fresh bread and hot food filled the air, momentarily breaking the spell cast by their possessive thoughts.

The servants placed the food on the table, and the three of them began to help themselves, filling their plates with a mix of fruits, pastries, and other breakfast delicacies. They began eating in awkward silence, the sound of silverware clinking against plates the only thing breaking the tense atmosphere.

Elrond and Thanduil continued to steal glances at Star, their eyes filled with unabashed greed. They both wanted her, and it was becoming harder for them to hide their desires. As they continued to eat, Thranduil finally broke the silence with a smooth suggestion.

"You know," he said, his voice casual and nonchalant. "I was thinking of taking a walk in the gardens after breakfast. It's such a lovely morning. Perhaps you'd like to join me, my dear."

Elrond tensed, his possessiveness flaring up again as he saw Thanduil make his attempt to woo Star. Star looked at Thanduil, her eyes flickering over to Elrond for a moment before responding. "Um, sure," she said softly. "A walk in the gardens sounds nice."

Elrond's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't like the thought of Star spending time alone with Thanduil, but he knew he couldn't refuse her. Thanduil's smirk widened as he noticed Elrond's reaction. "Excellent," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll have a lovely time together, I'm sure."

Elrond gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew he couldn't make a scene in front of Star, but he was already planning all the ways he could sabotage their little stroll together. As they finished their breakfast, Thanduil quickly rose from the table, eager to spend some alone time with Star.

He offered her his arm, a charming smile on his lips. "Are you ready, my dear?" Star looked up at him, her eyes still flicking over to Elrond, who was sitting next to her, his expression neutral. She felt a small pang of guilt at leaving him behind, but she also couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect of spending some time with Thanduil. "Yes, I'm ready," she said softly, taking his arm.

As he led her away from the table, Thanduil shot Elrond a smug smirk. He knew that his friend was seething with jealousy, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Elrond watched as Thanduil and Star walked away together, his jaw clenched tight. He was seething with jealousy, his possessive thoughts swirling in his mind.

Thanduil glanced back over his shoulder, his smirk widening as he saw the look on Elrond's face. "Seems like our friend didn't like that very much," he murmured to Star, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

(tell me if yall would like changes, ill try to keep it in mind. i didn't want to use y/n so I picked something different. i do think I made the characters a bit of ooc but they are yandere so that is to be expected. i plan on next chapter focused purely on thranduil also I know that people might not like how shy and stuff she is but I think that she diff feels small next to elrond and thranduil, next chapter ill try to make her more confident as I think that thranduil is a more teasing person and can make people open up better since he is so interested)

[greycloudsinwinter]

Master list ❤️❤️

A court of thorns and roses:

Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

Cassian x reader

High lord rhysand x reader

Thesan high lord of dawn x reader

Yandere inner circle x reader romantic

Kallias x reader

Amarantha x reader

My hero academia:

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Endeavour x reader

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Deku x reader

Twisted wonderland:

Azul x reader

Jamil x reader

Vert x reader

Bridgerton:

Poly bridgerton boys x reader

Colin bridgerton x reader

Game of thrones/ hotd :

The mountain x reader

Khal drogo x targeryan reader

Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

Khal drogo x reader smut

Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

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Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

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Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

[reverieparacosm]

Could i perhaps request what it would be like to be in a relationship with the witch-king during his reign of Angmar? F!Reader please! (Also hello hope you are well!)

Headcanons what it would be like to be in a relationship with the Witch-King of Angmar

Witch-King of Angmar (Lord of the Rings) x F!Reader

Warnings: manipulative behavior, toxic relationship, possessive behaviors, worshipping

Note: Hiii! I am fine. :D I am happy that someone finally wants a Witch-King fanfic! There are not enough fanfics about him! :3

Living in Angmar, you would be surrounded by a desolate and barren landscape. The realm itself reflects the Witch-King's malevolent influence, adding to the overall sense of despair and hopelessness

You become a source of light and hope for the Witch-King

You see beyond his dark exterior and recognize the flicker of humanity that still resides within him. Your presence challenges his beliefs and makes him question his allegiance to Sauron

"You are mine, body and soul. No one else shall lay claim to what belongs to me."

His possessive and manipulative nature would drive him to do anything to have you and keep you away from others

You would be the first person to evoke unfamiliar emotions within him, and he would be determined not to let you slip away easily

The Witch-King has high expectations regarding your appearance in public. He will not tolerate you dressing like a slob, and he will react strongly if you challenge him on this matter

Prepare to be lavished with an extravagant amount of jewelry. The Witch-King will spare no expense in adorning you with opulent accessories

He would give you your own servants

His love language for him can be quality time together, although sometimes he can leave his comfort zone and be affectionate with physical contact

Despite the darkness that surrounds him, the Witch-King has an insatiable desire to make you happy

"In my arms, you shall find ecstasy that transcends the mortal realm. I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest imagination."

He may go to great lengths to fulfill your desires and shower you with extravagant gifts and grand gestures

He treats you like an absolute Queen

Living with the Witch-King would likely require you to isolate yourself from the outside world

Your relationship would need to be kept secret, and your interactions with others would be limited to ensure your safety and the preservation of the Witch-King's image

The halls of Angmar would be populated by monsters, serving as the Witch-King's loyal minions. These monsters would add to the sense of dread and foreboding within the realm

Being in a relationship with the Witch-King would expose you to constant fear and danger. His enemies would view you as a potential weakness to exploit, making you a target for their attacks

A deep sense of loyalty binds you to the Witch-King. Despite the challenges and dangers, you find yourself drawn to him, captivated by his enigmatic presence and the intensity of your connection

He is quite interested in what you like, and he is willing to learn things you like just for the fun of it

Occasionally, he may refer to you as his pet. However, it is crucial to note that anyone else who dares to use that term in reference to you will face a painful death

"My love for you is an eternal flame, burning brighter with each passing moment. No distance or obstacle can extinguish it."

Having the Witch-King as your protector ensures that no one with a functioning brain would dare to mess with you. The mere thought of crossing him fills people with unimaginable fear, and some individuals are even afraid to look in your direction due to the consequences they may face

He becomes fiercely protective of you, willing to defy Sauron's orders to keep you safe

Sauron would be jealous of the Witch-King's divided attention and suspicious of your influence on his most trusted servant. He would closely monitor your interactions, trying to discern any signs of disloyalty or betrayal

"I am the shadow that protects you, my love. With a single command, I can bring kingdoms to their knees and shape the world to our whims."

[aphroditelovesu]

Can I request a love letter from Irmo Lorien of LOTR? ❤️

My Dear (Y/N),

I write this letter with my heart throbbing with love and passion, unable to contain the feelings that burn within me. From the moment our eyes met, my life took a turn I could never have imagined. Every time I hear your voice, my world comes to life, and every smile of yours is like a ray of sunshine illuminating even the darkest corners of my soul.

Oh, my sweet (Y/N), how my love for you grows every moment! I am captivated by your grace and beauty, but also by the depth of your soul. I can't bear the thought of anyone else being close to you, of sharing the warmth that is rightfully mine. I promise to protect you from all threats, even if that means facing the darkest dangers.

I want to be the one to take care of you, to know every thought that crosses your mind, to know every detail of your life. I know my feelings are intense, but isn't that the purpose of true love? Open your heart to me, and accept my sincere desire to be by your side, no matter what. I will do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it means removing every obstacle that stands in our way.

I hope you understand the depth of my love for you, (Y/N). My passion is fierce, and I'm willing to do anything to protect you and keep you by my side. Don't worry my dear, my dedication to you is eternal and unshakable.

Eternally yours,

Irmo Lorien.

[mint-yooxgi]

{9} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 9,094

Warnings: Whore Knee Thots, another lotr reference, I don’t think this one is too bad for things. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I forgot to add that a certain line of dialogue Yunho says in this chapter is cutesy of @synthetickitsune​ so thank you!!! And so part two becomes two of three lmaoo, I honestly did not expect this one chapter to get split into three, but with what I still have planned, it would have ended up like, 30k words by the end of it lmaoo. Hope you all enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Mini Masterlist

It only takes a moment for them to all catch up with you as you ride the escalator back down to the first floor. The only downside seems to be that you’ve closed off your mind from them again, your void almost perfectly back in place.

With difficulty, they all attempt to control their breathing for the time being; each male desperately tries to ground themselves, doing their best to keep their entire bodies from shaking as pure need courses through their veins. They didn’t think that they could fall anymore in love with you than they already are, but then you went and did this.

Anyone else have the desire to completely fucking ravish her until she passes out from pleasure right now? San’s gaze is locked onto your back as he licks his lips shamelessly, eyes dark and full of need.

That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Mingi swallows the sudden dryness in his throat, gaze roaming freely over your figure as you head towards the cash line with them in tow.

Did you see the way her personality just flipped in an instant? Wooyoung is nearly panting at this point, barely keeping it together as he stares at your ass.

I didn’t know she had it in her. Yunho replies, somewhat breathlessly. 

Pride swirls in his chest, reflected in his gaze as he recalls every detail of your instructions. He only hopes that they were able to impress you with how well they served you just now. Based off of the lingering thoughts he could hear echoing in your mind before you closed your void, he knows that that is most certainly the case. The fact that you seem grateful towards them, too, is simply icing on the cake.

Could she get anymore fucking perfect for us? Seonghwa bites his lip, needing to suppress the moan that shamelessly builds in his chest as he thinks back on the events that have just occurred. He can still feel his shoulder tingling from where you touched him earlier, too.

She has to know how this affects us, right? Jongho shoots them all a brief glance out of the corner of his eyes, seeing as he’s still standing next to you for the moment. The way you seemingly lean into him for support has a pleased growl building in his chest. What it means to us?

I’d be more than happy to show her. San’s lips part, taking some long, and what are supposed to be calming, breaths. Instead, it only makes his desire for you grow, becoming surrounded by everything you as his senses are overwhelmed. He swears he can practically taste you already on his tongue.

This day is turning out much better than I could have ever imagined. Yeosang admits, eyes roaming the side of your profile before taking a step closer and joining in on your conversation with Jongho in the next second.

I don’t think any of us could have imagined these pleasant turn of events. Hongjoong finally speaks, managing to calm himself down just enough to get his thoughts in order once more. 

Ever since he saw you turn around upstairs after you had finished your little condemnation of that bastard, he couldn’t help but be consumed by his fantasies once more. All Hongjoong could picture was the two of you standing side by side, vanquishing your enemies together, followed immediately by the most passionate love making of his entire life as you bathe in the blood of your victims. He nearly had to adjust himself there for a minute, until he managed to calm himself down enough on the small journey back to the first floor.

At least all of them can agree: you will become theirs soon. Officially. In every meaning of the word. You just have to. They’ll make sure of it, for they don’t know how much more of this that they can take. You drive them so crazy, and you don’t even realize it yet. Or maybe, you do.

Though, they still would never force you into anything you were truly uncomfortable with. They just want you, and bad. To rule at their side. To love and to cherish. To have and to hold. To protect and to keep forever as theirs, just as they are yours. Until the end of time.

Finally, it’s your turn to be cashed out at the front of the line after a few more minutes of waiting. Making your way over to the register, you begin to pull out your wallet.

“What are you doing?” Yeosang’s voice catches your attention as he walks up with both you and Jongho.

“Paying for my books.” You reply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“My Dear, I thought we already told you,” Yeosang smiles softly at you as he places a hand overtop of yours to prevent you from pulling out your wallet any further. In the next moment, he begins leading you out of the store. “Just let us take care of you.”

You blink, protests dying in your throat as you look back to see Jongho already holding a bag full of what you’re sure are your books. A second later, and they’re both ushering you out of the store to wait in the hallway for the others. As soon as they’re all in front of you once more, you’re crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You know I don’t expect you all to pay for everything for me, right?” You shoot them all an expectant look.

“We know,” Hongjoong smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“It’s different if we want to do so.” Yunho says, somewhat matter-of-factly.

“We’ve already told you,” San gazes at you with a fond look shining in his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about a single thing when you’re with us.”

“We are all more than ready and willing to provide for you in any and every way we can.” Jongho adds, eyes soft as he meets your own.

“Whatever you want,” it’s Mingi that draws your attention to him next, his eyes crinkling as he smiles widely at you.

“Whenever you need it,” Seonghwa breathes out, and only the eight of them truly understand the double meaning behind his words.

“Seeing you happy is all that we really want.” Wooyoung’s voice is gentle as the corner of his lips tug upwards in a grin.

“Just let us take care of you.” Yeosang repeats his words from only moments before, his hand settling on top of yours once more.

“Fine.” You let out a long exhale through your nose, lips tugging slightly downwards in defeat. “But I’m buying you all drinks later, or something.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Um, no.” You raise your hand, stopping the rest of the protest that begins to fall from Mingi’s lips.

“We don’t expect-“

“Ah-ah.” You wag your finger at Wooyoung next. “None of this ‘we can treat you, but you can’t treat us’ crap.”

“But-“

“No ‘but’s!” You round on San, quirking your eyebrow as you look between all of them. “Just let me treat my men to something, okay?”

They all blink, caught momentarily off guard by your admission. Pleased growls build in their chests as your words sink in, Though, from the way you continue, it’s as if you haven’t even noticed you’ve said them, or the affect you’ve just had on all of them.

“If it’s not mutual, I don’t want it.” You shake your head slightly, as if to emphasize your point, turning around in the next moment to begin walking down the hall. At seeing them still standing exactly where you left them after taking a few steps, you’re turning to look at them from over your shoulder with a quirked brow, “coming?”

In an instant, both San and Wooyoung are on either side of you, that single word enough to snap them all out of their daze. The others fall in line shortly after, following close behind as you lead them around the mall.

Just as you walk past your local game store, a product in the window draws your gaze.

“No fucking way,” your jaw drops, blinking in mild shock as you pause in the middle of the hallway.

“What?” It’s Yeosang who follows your gaze immediately, a furrow to his brow at what could have possibly drawn your attention like this.

There, in the front window of the store, sits a giant Snorlax beanbag chair. Though, from how it’s stuffed into the display, he looks a little squished in your opinion.

“Free him,” you chuckle, already making your way over to the storefront to see how much he costs. At the price you see glaring back at you, your eyes widen, “never mind.”

Immediately, San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang all begin to make their way towards the entrance. The only thought on each of their minds is buying that Snorlax for you, arguing with each other over who gets to pay. That is, until you’re stepping in front of them, successfully blocking their path to the store.

“No.” You shake your head.

“What did we just tell you?” San quirks a brow, crossing his arms in front of his chest expectantly.

“I don’t care.” You shake your head once more. “It’s not a need, or a necessity.”

“Yet, books are?” Yunho quirks a brow at you this time, an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“Books are different,” you begin, noticing Wooyoung attempting to step around you only for you to match each of his movements. For a third time, you shake your head. “I’m putting my foot down for this.”

“If you truly don’t want us to, then we won’t.” Hongjoong says, shooting a stern look at the younger demons who look back at him with pouts on their faces. We can buy stuff for her later, when she can’t complain about it. Or stop us for that matter.

“Thank you.” You tilt your head in acknowledgement in his direction, a soft smile adorning your features.

Hongjoong smiles back, following your lead once more as you continue on down the hallway.

I’m coming back for that later. Yeosang immediately projects, quite sternly, into his brother’s minds. All of you find something else to buy for her.

Fine. Wooyoung replies, a bit grumpily. I’m sure there will be plenty more where that came from, anyways.

Exactly. Hongjoong hums, noticing how you enter a store full of soaps, candles, and fragrances, amongst other products, next. I simply believe she isn’t used to being gifted the things she wants, especially when we don’t expect anything in return but her own happiness.

I still wish she’d let us treat her, though. Seonghwa grumbles, walking over to the display of colognes off to the side. Without pushback.

She will, Hongjoong replies, testing out a moisturizer on the back of his one hand. Eventually.

Yunho, keep an eye on her mind. Mingi adds, both him and San helping you decide on some candles as you continuously bring the different scents to your nose to test them.

Already on it. He grins, watching the scene fondly from the front of the store as Jongho and Yeosang stand beside him.

“Oh, I wonder if they have- they do!” Your eyes widen as excitement takes over your features.

In an instant, you’ve taken a few steps to your left, grabbing a specific candle off of the shelf and removing the lid. A smile tugs at your lips as your eyes flutter closed, a content hum escaping you as you take a deep breath in.

Each male cannot help the way their mouths suddenly go dry, that small sound of pleasure ringing through their ears just as it did last night.

“Mahogany teakwood,” you breathe, extending the candle out for both San and Mingi to smell. “My favourite scent.”

San leans in first to sniff it, smiling back at you in response as he straightens to his full height. 

It’s musky. Mingi comments to all of them after his first whiff of the candle. Definitely something a male might wear.

Are there any colognes of the scent? San turns, spotting Seonghwa by the display.

Immediately, Seonghwa is scanning the labels, attempting to find the one he’s looking for before San can finish making his way over to where he is. Luckily for him, he spots the bottle a moment later, snatching it off of the display in an instant. It was the last one, too.

You bastard. San growls, noticing how the eldest grins smugly at him while waving the bottle in the younger’s face.

You snooze, you lose. Seonghwa repeats the youngest’s words from earlier in the day, beginning to move off to a different section of the store.

Relax, there’s also a body wash. Wooyoung comments, already pulling a bottle off of the shelf to check the label.

Immediately, it’s like a race between San and Seonghwa to make it over to where Wooyoung is standing. Each male practically shoves the other out of the way as they reach the shelf, arguing amongst themselves about who gets to use this particular scent as their own.

You can only blink from across the store in shock, an amused snort escaping you as you watch the chaos unfold before your very eyes.

“Are they always like this?” You lean into Mingi who has yet to leave your side.

He sighs, a small quirk to his lips upwards, “you’d be surprised.”

“Honestly, you’d think there’s a sale on toner or something, with how they booked it across the store.” You mumble, chuckling to yourself as you turn back towards the candles. “Oh, fresh pine!”

Taking another candle off of the shelf, you’re quick to open the lid. Again, a smile tugs at your features as you inhale the earthy scent deeply. Almost immediately, you’re extending it out to Mingi who leans in without another thought to smell the candle.

“Another one of my favourites,” you admit, tucking it into your arm beside your mahogany teakwood candle.

Yunho- Mingi glances at his brother from across the store.

Already on it. Yunho grins, heading over to the display to pull two bottles of cologne off of it. I’ll grab the body wash, too.

Mingi nods subtly in the other male’s direction, following you once more through the store as you go to check out the seasonal candles.

See if you can find out what other scents she likes. Jongho’s voice echoes through all of their heads, even if his comment is directed at Mingi for the moment.

Already on it. Mingi repeats Yunho’s words from mere moments before, a grin tugging at his lips as he watches your eyes light up.

“Fresh orchard? Don’t mind if I ‘yes’,” you reach for the candle shamelessly, eyes widening as the faint, crisp scent of apples reaches your nose. Your face light ups. "And the apples aren’t overpowering everything. Hell yes!”

Mingi cannot help but share in your excitement as you extend the candle out for him to smell. He has to agree, the scent of the apples isn’t overpowering the other aromas found within, giving rise for the subtle vanilla, cinnamon, and oak to come through.

Looking up, he catches gazes with Jongho who stands just outside of the store. An understanding passes between them, Mingi subtly nodding his head at the youngest in an instant.

Only, you turn your head just in time to notice him looking at something outside of the store. Following his gaze, that’s when you see both Yeosang and Jongho still standing in the hallway of the mall, the few bags from the bookstore held in their hands. Your brow furrows.

“Sometimes all of the scents overwhelm them and give them headaches,” Mingi informs you.

“I had no idea,” a small frown pulls at your features, lips tugging downwards as you continue to stare at the two males outside of the shop. 

It’s then that you feel two subtle caresses brushing against your void, the water rippling beneath their touch. Tentatively, and probably against your better judgment, you’re opening your mind.

Little do you know of the way such a simple act warms their hearts.

Please, do not feel bad about this, Dearest. Yeosang’s voice is the first you hear resounding in your head. It is not your fault.

We are more than content to see you happy like this. Jongho adds as they both send you reassuring smiles.

You smile back softly, a subtle nod to your head before you’re closing off your void to them once more.

“I didn’t even know you guys could get headaches.” You say, turning back to Mingi beside you.

“It’s rare, but we can still suffer from the same ailments as you,” Hongjoong voices, walking up beside you with a few products in his hands. “Well, minus a few things, of course. Like cancer.”

“Huh,” you hum, nodding along with his words. “Interesting.”

“Granted, we can either let the ailment manifest, or heal ourselves immediately,” Hongjoong adds, watching as Mingi walks off to go grab some things of his own, including that fresh orchard scent for Jongho.

“It’s a little difficult to imagine you guys with something as trivial as a stomachache, if I’m being honest,” you reply, looking through the rest of the display before you.

“Yeah, that tends to only happen if we’ve ingested a really nasty soul,” Wooyoung pops up on your other side, reaching across to grab at a particular body lotion on display.

“Though, there are certain ailments that can affect us, but not you,” Hongjoong tells you, stepping out of the way as you go to move around him. “Others that affect us could potentially kill you if you ever caught them.”

“Gee, that makes me feel so assured,” you mumble, walking passed him for the moment.

“Don’t worry, Gorgeous, we’d take care of you,” Wooyoung grins, stepping in line beside you as you reach the back of the store. “We know all of the cures, anyways. If it ever came to that.”

“Not to mention we could just heal you if you got sick,” Hongjoong reminds you, the conversation he had with you about injuries in the garden flitting through his mind.

“Right,” you nod in acknowledgement, and he just knows you’re thinking back to that moment, too. “I remember you telling me that.”

“Or, we could just feed you our blood.” Wooyoung comments nonchalantly.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, “excuse me?”

“It would be the fastest way to heal you,” Hongjoong says, shooting a pointed look towards Wooyoung for just dropping that little tidbit of information on you. “Quicker and more effective than our healing abilities, with some added side effects.”

“Side effects?” Your brow furrows.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” Hongjoong assures you with a small smile. “We would never let you get to a point where you would need to ingest our blood to heal yourself, anyways.”

“Good to know,” you huff out a small laugh, lips quirking upwards in slight disbelief at the conversation you’ve just had with them.

Hongjoong smiles back at you as the others all come to join you in the cash line, seeing as they’ve also finished looking around for the moment.

“Got everything you need?” Seonghwa asks, a soft smile painting his features as you nod back at him in response.

“They stopped carrying my other favourite scent a while ago,” you sigh, a slight pout to your lips. “So, this is good for now.”

“What one was that?” San is a little too eager in his inquiry.

“Sea island cotton.” You reply, somewhat wistfully. “It was really light and soothing.”

Hongjoong’s brow furrows, holding out one of the bottles of lotion in his hands, “you mean this?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you see the label facing you, your free hand coming up to snatch the bottle right out of his hand. Then, you meet his gaze. “Where did you find this?”

Hongjoong points over his shoulder at the back corner of the store, blinking at you in mild shock at the wide-eyed look you send him.

“I’ll be right back,” you immediately go to step out of line, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“I’ll grab it for you,” Seonghwa offers, not even giving you a chance to deny him as he steps out of line, already halfway to the display in the blink of an eye.

Hwa, can you- Yeosang doesn’t even get to finish his question before the eldest is replying.

I’ve got you covered. Reaching the display, Seonghwa grabs a few different bottles including a body mist, body lotion, and a few body washes before heading back over to the cash line.

As soon as you see the bottles in his hands, your eyes light up, and each male practically swoons at the sight. All save for Seonghwa, who instead feels his heart fluttering in his chest as you look at him like he’s just brought you the greatest gift you could ever ask for. He swallows thickly, attempting to keep his arms from shaking.

Yeah. They could all get used to this.

“Here, why don’t you give us your stuff and go wait outside with Yeosang and Jongho?” Yunho says, already reaching to take the few items that you’re holding from your hands.

Again, the protests you’re about to say die in your throat as Mingi grabs the final item from you. In the next moment, Wooyoung uses his free hand to begin turning you around gently, ushering you to take a step towards the entrance of the store.

“Fine,” you grumble, a slight pout tugging at your lips as you cross you arms in front of your chest, beginning to make your way out of the shop.

Both Yeosang and Jongho smile as soon as they see you, having gotten a glimpse of your excited expression only moments before curtesy of their brothers. They absolutely adore the fact that you choose to stand in-between them, too, even if you still have your arms crossed in discontent for the moment.

A few minutes later, the other six are all walking out of the store, bags held in their hands. You attempt to reach for some of them, only to be brushed off by each male holding a bag. Even when you complain that you can carry something, they assure you that it’s fine. They don’t want you worrying your pretty little head about anything today, or ever for that matter.

You pout once more, leading them further down the hall and towards the direction of the foodcourt for the time being. Still, you cannot help but mutter about those damn demons once more under your breath, causing smiles to pull at all of their faces.

“If you want to hold onto something that badly,” San begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes that his brothers know all too well, “hold on to this.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s grabbed your hand in his, interlocking your fingers together without a second thought. He can just feel the jealous glares of his brothers on his back as he watches your eyes widen, a momentary falter to your steps as he catches you off guard. At the way he cheekily smiles at you, you can only avert your gaze somewhat shyly in response, a heat rising to your cheeks.

The best part? You don’t pull away.

“I am curious, though,” you say after a little while, San beginning to swing your interlocked hands gently back and forth between you as he hears Wooyoung complaining to him about holding onto your hand in his head. “How exactly do you guys get the money for all of this stuff? It’s hard to imagine you all working any type of retail job.”

“Could you imagine us working at a grocery store?” Wooyoung laughs. “Seonghwa would bite someone’s head off within five minutes.”

You half expect the oldest to complain about what Wooyoung’s saying about him, but at the subtle nodding of Seonghwa’s head, you let out a snort of laughter. 

Instantly, he’s turning to meet your gaze, a sheepish shrug gracing his shoulders as he grins back at you. “Guilty.”

“Jongho and Yeosang definitely wouldn’t have the patience to deal with difficult customers.” Yunho observes, receiving a loud ‘hey’ in protest from the youngest.

“San would be throwing out nearly all of the produce, complaining that it’s not fresh enough to be stocked on shelves,” Mingi joins in with a chuckle, a large smile painting his features.

“It’s true, though!” San retorts, an exasperated look pulling onto his features.

“Yes, yes, we all know about your two hour long rant on produce quality,” Yeosang practically rolls his eyes in response to the male’s reaction, eliciting another of the sweetest giggles from your lips.

“Anyways,” Hongjoong is drawing your attention to him as he speaks for the moment. “To answer your question, My Love, we acquire our wealth through many different means. The main ones being investing, and through real estate. We’ve been around for quite a long time, that we’ve learned a few tricks of the trade.”

“We are also the Kings of the Realm with the whole wealth of the underworld at out fingertips.” Jongho adds, nonchalantly.

The way you nod, clearly impressed, has pride filling their chests once more.

“That’s not to mention our other means of acquirement,” Wooyoung wiggles his brows at you suggestively.

“Never pictured you guys as strippers, but oddly enough, it’s very fitting.” You reply without a second thought, a store up ahead catching your attention.

Mingi nearly trips over his own feet as Wooyoung bursts out laughing, causing some heads of passers by to turn to look in your direction.

“We’re not-“ Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head at the younger demon with the skunk dyed hair. “We’re not strippers.”

“Ah,” your eyes go wide as you draw out the syllable, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Shame.”

“What Wooyoung meant to say, is that we sometimes acquire wealth through other, unfavourable means as well.” Hongjoong explains.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Elaborate.”

“Gambling, the black market, assassinations: you name it,” Yunho informs you, a small shrug to his shoulders.

“Honestly,” you let out a sharp puff of air through your nose, “that doesn’t surprise me as much as it should.”

“Well, we are essentially demons.” Yeosang voices with a small shrug.

“Demonic entities,” you say, somewhat breathlessly, recalling the very first night when you learned of their true nature. “What does that even mean? Aren’t you guys essentially gods?”

San smirks, “you could say that.”

Then, as if recalling another one of your memories, you continue, “you all flinch whenever I say phrases referring to the catholic religion. Or at least, I think you do.”

“Force of habit,” Mingi replies honestly. “It’s difficult to not remember a time when people would use those phrases to curse our names.”

“Would it help if I told you that I don’t really believe in them, and I say those things more as a reactionary phrase just to say them over anything else?” You quirk a brow. Then, quickly, you add, “but I’ll never say them again if it hurts you.”

All of them are touched by your consideration for them right now, that they cannot help but fall even deeper for you in this moment. You all still may not be on the best of terms, but if today is anything to go by, you are both very receptive and accepting of them already. In the little time that they’ve actually been with you, they’ve been able to make tremendous progress. A fact which makes them beyond joyous in this moment here in time.

“It does indeed help.” Seonghwa smiles softly at you, probably the most touched out of all of them by your sudden consideration. “Though, don’t feel as if you have to stop saying those phrases now. Especially if you do not actually believe in them.”

You nod, turning your attention back to the front as you continue to walk down the hallway.

“Then, what do you believe in?” Jongho asks the question on all of their minds, curiosity reflected in all of their eyes as they shift their focus back onto you.

You stare ahead, blinking a few times as you watch the shop that you want to check inside of get closer and closer. Then, the corner of your lips is twitching upwards as you decide to let your thoughts actually be vocalized for the moment. You figure that there’s no harm in letting them know.

“I believe in all of you.”

For the second time that day, tears line the corner of Mingi’s eyes. Both Yunho and Jongho cannot help the way that their breaths hitch in their throats, while both Wooyoung and Seonghwa have to place one of their hands over their beating hearts to keep them from bursting right out of their chests. Yeosang pauses momentarily mid-step as his eyes close, his hand coming up to cover the lower half of his face as he absolutely revels in your words.

A soft smile tugs onto Hongjoong’s features, nothing but absolute fondness and adoration shining in his gaze as he looks at you. His heart swells in his chest, his throat bobbing as he swallows all of the words he wants to say back to you in this moment, in order to simply bask in this glorious feeling.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice San wiping at his cheek with the back of his free hand.

You blink, worry taking over your features immediately as you halt right in your tracks, conveniently right in front of the store you want to enter. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Of course not,” San squeezes your hand reassuringly, bringing it up to his lips to place a tender kiss onto your skin as he holds it there, revelling both in the feeling and meaning of this moment here in time with you.

“It just means a lot to us.” Yunho clears his throat, voice suddenly rough with the rawness of his emotions as he is overcome by the significance of your words. “What you’ve just said.”

“More than you’ll ever know.” Seonghwa smiles softly at you, his eyes shining with something that you don’t quite understand, but once it finally sinks in, you find it suddenly hard to breathe.

You take a moment to look around at the eight men surrounding you. You can see the adoration clear in their eyes, the fondness shining within causing your heart to race. No one has ever gazed at you so lovingly before. A fact of which causes your heart to then swell with an unfamiliar emotion, but a pleasant one, nonetheless.

For the first time in your life, you understand what it feels like to be someone’s first choice. You understand what it feels like to be wanted, to be desired by another person in a way that you are starting to desire them. You feel safe. You feel cared for. More than all of that, you feel comfortable in your own skin around them.

For the first time in your entire life, you understand what it feels like for someone to be in love with you. You, and only you.

A soft smile graces your features as you squeeze San’s hand back, looking between all of them once more as you all share in this tender moment together.

“I want to know more about you guys,” you say, watching as their features all light up in excitement. “But first, let me head in there to see an old friend,” you point to the jewellery store across from you as you gently drop San’s hand, much to his discontent, “and then we can all talk over drinks.”

Smiles pull at all of their lips, and you see a few of them nod their heads eagerly at your words.

“Sounds good,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, tone reflecting the happiness on his features.

“Great,” you smile, already heading towards the shop mere steps away.

The jewellery store is small in size, more of an antique shop than anything else as gems glitter in the display cases surrounding the area. In fact, a lot of the items look hand made, for each piece is unique in its design. Some of the pieces are rare, and some are odd: not typical items one would find in your average jewellery store. 

There only seems to be one person sitting inside behind the counter at the moment, scrolling through his phone. However, as soon as he looks up to see you walking into the store with both Seonghwa and Hongjoong in tow, his eyes are widening.

An excited gasp of your name slips past the male’s lips as he hops off of the stool he had been sitting on in order to practically tackle you in a hug. At the way you hear two pointed exhales behind you, you can just tell the two eldest are staring daggers at this man right now. You chuckle.

“David, hey!” You smile, pulling away to hold him at arm’s length. “It’s been a while.”

“You’re telling me, Missy.” He shoots you a pointed look, voice full of sass. “I thought I was going to die of boredom if you didn’t come to see me again, soon.”

“You’d die of boredom, anyways,” you roll your eyes, smacking his arm playfully.

“Guilty,” he grins, a small shrug to his one shoulder. “Anyways, how’ve you been? I heard you’re no longer working at the mall, which is why you haven’t come to visit in a while. Thanks for letting me know, by the way.”

“Oh, you most definitely don’t sound upset about that,” you snort, rolling your eyes teasingly in the next moment. “I meant to tell you, I really did! Just, shit happened.”

“Oh my god, was it Henry?” Immediately, concern is written all over his features.

Behind you, you can practically feel both Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s chests rumbling with suppressed growls. So, for the first time, you attempt to do to them what they’ve done to you. With difficulty, you envision reaching out to them with your void, hoping that they’ll be able to pick up on it if they’re still constantly monitoring your thoughts. You’re sure they are, especially if their sharp inhales are anything to go by, which can mean one thing, and one thing only. It worked.

“No, no, luckily not,” you’re quick to shake your head. “I have a feeling he’s not going to be bothering anyone ever again.”

“Bastard finally got his comeuppance, did he?” David quirks a brow at you.

“A well deserved punishment dealt swiftly, and quite flawlessly, if I do say so myself,” you smile, and you fail to realize just how proud you’ve made the two males (and the six in the hallway) standing behind you at your words.

“Thank fuck,” David breathes, closing his eyes momentarily as a sense of relief washes over him. Then, it’s as if his whole demeanour flips, a bright smile painting his features as he meets your gaze once more. “What brings you in today?”

“Can’t I come in to see my lovely friend?” You quirk a brow, grin tugging at your lips.

“And here I was thinking you came to pick up that necklace you commissioned from me.” He replies, already moving back behind the counter.

“Necklace?” Your brow furrows only momentarily until realization is crossing your features. With so much going on, you completely forgot about the fact that you had him make one for you. “Oh, right! That necklace.”

“Honestly, woman, how do you survive?” He chuckles teasingly, opening the door to the backroom to peek his head inside. “Suzy, can you bring out order eighty-seven?”

“I honestly forgot about that,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. You just know that this has grabbed the two male’s attention behind you. Two male who have remained unusually silent for the moment as they pretend to browse through the store on their own.

In the next moment, a shorter woman appears almost eagerly, holding a somewhat large black velvet box in her hands. As soon as she sees you, her eyes light up, an excited squeal of your name escaping her lips. “I just knew it was you as soon as David told me to grab this order!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Suzy,” you smile at her enthusiasm.

“Well, here you go,” she hands the box to you and you turn to place it on top of the counter. 

David now stands across from you while the two demons step in behind you, casually observing from over each one of your shoulders. They have no idea what this necklace could be, considering your thoughts are closed off, and all they’re getting from both Suzy and David are how excited they are to see your reaction.

Slowly, you begin to open the velvet box in front of you. 

A gasp escapes you as you take in the elegance of the design, noting the little details of the craftwork as you lift the necklace carefully out of the case. The way the gems gleam in the light has your eyes sparkling in awe. Your breath catches in your throat at the amount of effort you know David put into this for you, and you cannot help the way your heart warms at that fact alone.

There, dangling like the brightest star in the night sky, is a perfect replica of Arwen’s Evenstar necklace.

“I’m sure you two know all about her little obsession with that favourite series of hers.” David grins, directing his comment towards the two males standing beside you at the moment. He’s noticed how close they’ve been to you since entering the store, not only physically, but with how they seem to watch you carefully, a tender look in each one of their eyes.

“Believe me,” Seonghwa breathes out, projecting your beautiful, awestruck expression to his other brothers currently waiting outside in the hallway.

“We know.” Hongjoong concludes just as breathlessly, his own eyes catching on the way yours reflect the light just like the piece of jewellery in your hand.

“David,” you meet his gaze, the sincerity shining in your own, “I can’t thank you enough.”

“You commissioned it.” He grins back, seemingly shrugging off your praise for the moment. “I’m just glad I could deliver.”

“How much do I owe you?” You begin, settling the necklace back in its box for the time being as you softly close the lid.

“You already payed for it, remember?” He chuckles, reaching over and grabbing your free hand that you have resting on top of the counter before you, giving it a gentle squeeze in the next second.

“Right,” you chuckle along with him, “I did.”

“Sometimes you have to treat yourself to the things you want most.” Suzy directs her comment at you with a smile, repeating your very words back to you that you had told her when you first commissioned this piece of jewellery. “You should indulge yourself more often; let yourself have nice things.”

You smile softly. “Right.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it because it’ll make what I’m about to tell you less painful,” David leans against the counter, motioning behind you to a specific display with his chin. “It sold.”

Your jaw drops, immediately turning and stepping across the store to take in the case that held one of your two favourite items in the shop. “No way.”

“What sold?” It’s Hongjoong who asks the question, casually looking over all of the items in the case before him.

“Only her favourite jewelled dagger.” David grins, meeting Hongjoong’s gaze for the first time since he entered the shop. “It was ceremonial, too."

For the second time that day, Hongjoong needs to lean onto the display in front of him for support. His breathing nearly comes in jagged pants, were it not for the way he manages to control himself for the time being. Barely. Still, he cannot help the shiver of pleasure that runs down his spine at learning this specific fact about you.

“You don’t say,” his voice is airy, turning to look at the way you circle the glass case before you.

“I’m surprised whoever bought it didn’t buy the matching sword.” You hum, noting the jewelled handle with the same exact design as the dagger.

“I tried to sell them as a set, but the girl that bought it only wanted the dagger,” David replies with an exasperated sigh.

You scoff, “shame the set was separated, but they are both expensive items.”

“I guess so,” David sighs once more, resting his head in his open palm as he continues to lean against the counter. “Perhaps it’s a sign that you should buy the sword.”

At the suggestive wiggle of David’s brows, you let out a puff of laughter. 

“You know that if I buy myself a sword, I’m buying a replica of Anduíl.” You shoot David a look, shaking your head in the next moment, muttering under your breath, “just wish it wasn’t over two-fucking-thousand dollars for one.”

The two eldest share a look.

“I didn’t know you liked blades,” Seonghwa voices, attempting to control himself as well for the moment. The mental image alone of you holding one of his swords in your hands has his knees weak, throat suddenly parched as he looks towards you for the time being.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s just the stereotypical bisexual in me,” you shrug, nonchalantly. “I’ve always had an affinity towards them. Swords, knives, daggers, you name it.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’ve got a knife kink,” David waves you off, standing back to his full height with a teasing grin on his face. “Goes hand in hand with that blood kink of yours.”

Your mouth falls open in horror, a heat rising to your cheeks. “David!”

Even Suzy looks caught off guard by his statement, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she leans against the wall.

Most importantly, though, you don’t deny it.

Little do you all know of how this little admission affects the two males in the shop, but especially one in particular. Now, Hongjoong barely suppresses his pleased growl, his mind running wild with this new information. 

Perhaps he should take you to see his knife collection at some point, letting you pick out the ones you like most to use as you play out all of his darkest fantasies with him. The trust alone you would have for him at that point in your relationship sends a shiver down his spine as he envisions it now. Not to mention the added effect of you and him covered in blood, laving your tongues over each other’s skin to drink in the victory of vanquishing your enemies together.

You literally could not be more perfect.

“At least we still have the other item you always love to stare at when you’re here,” David breaks the growing tension in the shop, voice cutting through the silence as he moves back to his original spot by the stool.

“Really? It still hasn’t sold?” You choose to move on from the embarrassment you’re still feeling, hoping that the two males won’t bring up what they’ve just learned about you any time soon. Though, with how dark their gazes are as they look at you, you know they won’t be letting this go so quickly.

“Even I’m surprised,” Suzy adds, seemingly back to her normal, chipper self after those scandalizing comments from David about you.

“What is it?” This time, it’s Seonghwa who asks.

A knowing smirk pulls onto David’s features, “I’ll show you.”

“No, David-“ you don’t even get a chance to protest as he’s unlocking the cabinet in front of him and pulling out the item in question.

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa cannot prevent the way their breaths catch in their throats at the object now presented to them. Moans nearly spilling from their lips as they take in the sight before them.

There, on a red velvet display pillow, resides a beautiful crystal crown. Diamonds and white sapphires sparkle along the base, interwoven between the opaque quarts gems rising into a sharp point from either side. Small chains adorn the bottom, and as David lifts the crown, they fall, only to dangle with more small crystals hanging off of the ends. The intricacy of the design alone takes their breath away. Not to mention how it absolutely glimmers beneath the artificial lights of the store, each gem sparkling beneath their gaze.

Truly, a crown fit for their Queen.

“I think today should be the day you finally put it on.” David directs his comment towards you, seemingly nonchalant as he quirks a brow.

“We couldn’t agree more,” Seonghwa replies breathlessly, as both he and Hongjoong turn to look at you, eagerness shining in their eyes.

“Uh,” you hesitate, unsure of what to do.

“Oh, please?” Suzy whines, eyes shining and hopeful. “I’ve always wanted to see you wear it.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as all four of their gazes are now locked on you. Even as your eyes drift past Seonghwa’s head, you can see the six males waiting in the hallway just outside watching on intently, an almost pleading eagerness to their own features.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, voice but a mere whisper on the air, “Alright.”

Stepping towards David, you begin to do whatever you can to steady your nerves. You know this will mean more to the eight of them than to you right now, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you have always wanted to wear a crown. You’ve just never had a reason to have one before now.

For a moment, the shared memory of you in that field with Yunho flashes through your mind, and you cannot help but to smile softly. A sentiment which is shared by the tall male in the hallway as he catches a glimpse of that moment flitting through your mind. At least this won’t be the first time one of them is seeing you in a crown.

Shifting your attention back to the situation in front of you, you notice Hongjoong standing before David.

“May I?” He asks, and you think that this is the most regal that you’ve ever seen him.

“Be my guest,” David grins, handing the crown over to Hongjoong without a second thought.

Hongjoong’s hands are shaking, whole body trembling as he turns towards you with the crown now held in his grasp. Even Seonghwa, who stands slightly off to the side, is having a hard time keeping it together at this very moment as he supports himself with one hand on top of a display case. Both cannot help but to hold their breaths, waiting in anticipation for what is still yet to come.

Then, as if your body already knows exactly what to do, you take a knee, lowering your head as Hongjoong approaches you. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his presence before you, your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Ever so slowly, and with the grace of a thousand moons, Hongjoong places the crown gently upon your head.

The moment you feel its weight on you, your eyes open. In the second it takes for him to take a step away from you, you stand back to your feet, lifting your head to see all eight of them already looking towards you.

The sight of you, standing before them in a crown, nearly sends them all to their knees right then and there for the third time that day. 

The first had been when you turned around in that bookstore, your condemnation of that bastard fresh in their minds as they all nearly went wild from your change in persona. The way you commanded their attention, and dealt your judgment, made them feel like a true ruler stood before them. Their Queen.

The second was when you told them you believed in them, only solidifying the fact that they are always ready and willing to do anything for you. They are so desperately in love with you, and to know that you trust them, that you believe in them, made them so unbelievably happy, their souls ascending like never before. Their confidant.

Now, they are finally able see one of their greatest desires coming to fruition before their very eyes, and none of them can deny the way that you look absolutely stunning. Words cannot even begin to describe your beauty to them right now, nor how much this moment means to them at this point in time. The love of their lives.

If they could, they would be on their knees in a heartbeat, worshipping and praising you in every and any way imaginable. After all, it’s what they’ve always wanted, and it’s what you’ve always deserved.

“You look absolutely regal.” David’s lips part in a gasp, pulling upwards into an excited smile in the next moment.

“I always knew you were a queen!” Suzy comments cheerfully, nodding her head enthusiastically.

Our Queen. Growls of approval build in their chests as they continue to take in the ethereal sight that is you before them like this.

If you don’t buy that for her right fucking now, Wooyoung begins, the sentiment being echoed by all of his brothers in this very moment, I will.

In your fucking dreams, I’m buying this for her. San retorts, his eyes swirling with that all too familiar darkness as he turns towards the younger male beside him.

As much as I agree, you guys can fight over this one, Yunho voices. I’ve already given her a crown of my own.

At this, all five males standing around him turn to glare harshly at Yunho. Were it not for the fact that they are in public right now, Mingi’s hands would already be wrapped around the elder male’s throat.

“How much is it?” Hongjoong’s voice manages to draw all of their attention back into the shop before them.

At the way your eyes widen significantly, you’re quick to take the crown off of your head and place it back onto the plush pillow on the counter.

“Don’t answer that.” You shoot a pointed look at David, shaking your head subtly as he glances at you out of the corner of his eyes. 

Then, he’s making a quick zipping motion across his lips, shooting you a wink in the next moment before turning back to face Hongjoong.

“Sorry, brother,” David sighs, putting the crown back inside it’s case. “Lady’s wishes.”

The snarls you can see beginning to tug onto both Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s features have you reacting quickly.

“Anyways, we should get going!” You cut in, reaching over to place a hand each onto both Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s shoulders to turn them around and guide them out of the shop. Only, just as quickly as your touch comes, it’s gone, you reaching over to grab the velvet box with your necklace in it in the next second, shaking it slightly in your hand. “Thanks again for this, you don’t know how much I appreciate it.”

“Of course!” David responds, coming around to give you a big hug once more. “Stop by anytime.”

“Come see us again, soon!” Suzy adds, scurrying around the counter to give you a hug of her own.

You chuckle. “I will, I promise.”

Waving a final goodbye to the two of them, you turn back around, noticing how the two eldest seem to be having a silent conversation with the six males outside of the shop. It’s only when you gently tap their upper backs, helping to guide them both out of the shop, do they move.

Stepping back up to the other six, you’re quick to continue making your way down the hallway once more. Only, there’s a slight nervousness to you now. They can see it clearly in the way your shoulders are tense, your hands gripping onto that velvet box for dear life.

It’s Yeosang who manages to break the sudden tension between the nine of you.

“Can I see?” His voice is soft as he falls into step beside you, eyes briefly glancing to the box held in your hands.

“Huh-“ you blink, seemingly pulled out of your thoughts as you turn to look at him gazing at you so fondly. You smile softly, “of course.”

Carefully, you open the case, slowing your pace to make sure you don’t accidentally drop the necklace now held in your hands. Again, that same twinkle in your eyes makes an appearance as you continue to gaze at it in awe, your heart racing in your chest.

“Would you like to put it on?” It’s Wooyoung who asks you, voice kind and caring as he glances between the necklace and your eyes.

You take a moment to consider his words before you nod gently in response.

Without wasting any time, Wooyoung takes the chain from your hand, undoing the clasp as he steps in behind you. He can practically feel you shiver against his touch as his fingers brush against the back of your neck, securing the necklace in place in the next moment.

He can’t help it. Wooyoung trails the tips of his fingers of his one hand along the nape of your neck and all the way to your shoulder as he steps around you to see the piece of jewellery now hanging from your neck. The way you shiver once more beneath his touch has the corner of his lips quirking upwards.

Despite the fact that it’s not something that they have gifted you, each male cannot deny how perfectly the jewel suits you. The gem gleams beneath their gaze, seemingly making you shine brighter than before. A fact which makes them swoon for a second time that day.

“Beautiful,” Mingi breathes, a gentle smile gracing his features reflected similarly on all of his brother’s faces.

Again, you avert your gaze, a heat creeping up your neck as you clear your throat. “So, how about that drink, then?”