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nocturnalnella · 1 month ago

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“The King’s Secret”

Pairing : Thranduil x Female Reader.

Warnings : smut 🔞

Note : This is a one-shot - Popular demand as requested on my TikTok : richardsrealm

The corridors of the Woodland Realm were as silent as they were endless, gilded in the soft, cold light of the moon that poured through the lattice of crystal windows. Somewhere deep beneath the ancient stone, laughter rang out in the great halls—wine being spilled, songs being sung—but up here, above it all, in the hidden, gilded corridors reserved for the King alone, the world was a different thing entirely.

You pressed your back to the smooth stone, heart hammering against your ribs as you listened. Footsteps—light, measured—approached, steady as the tide. You knew that gait too well by now. Knew the way his heavy robes brushed against the floor, the faint chime of the rings on his fingers as they moved, restless and impatient.

The first time you had heard them, you had hidden. Now—you waited. A shadow fell across the wall ahead of you, tall and sharp-edged as a blade. You didn’t breathe. You didn’t dare.

And then…

A hand appeared, pale as moonlight, long fingers curling around the corner of the stone where you hid. You lifted your chin, defiant even now, even though you knew what he would find when he turned.

The figure stepped into view, and you felt your chest tighten, your blood spark beneath your skin.

Thranduil. King of the Woodland Realm. The Elvenking. And the man who had—against every law, every oath he had sworn to his people—claimed you in secret.

His silver hair spilled over his shoulders like a river of starlight, his crown abandoned for tonight. His eyes—that terrible, beautiful ice-blue—found you at once, drinking you in as if he had been starved for the sight of you. And for a long, shattering moment, he said nothing. He only looked.

Then he spoke—low and cold, the voice of a king addressing his captive—though you knew better.

“You should not be here,” Thranduil said.

And yet he reached for you, hand sliding to the back of your neck, claiming you in a way no one else ever would. “You told me that last time,” you whispered, breathless.

He smiled then—if it could be called a smile. It was a dangerous thing, a tilting of that perfect mouth that promised ruin and devotion in equal measure.

“You listen poorly,” he murmured, voice a velvet threat against your skin.

And before you could say anything else, he pulled you into him, mouth crashing against yours with the kind of desperate, punishing kiss that only a man burdened with a crown—and a forbidden love—could give.

Your fingers tangled in the rich velvet of his robe, clinging as he backed you into the stone wall with the full weight of his body. The cold of the stone seeped into your back. The heat of him blazed against your front.

Thranduil kissed like he ruled—commandingly, without mercy, without hesitation. But tonight there was something more desperate in him. Something more unguarded. His hands framed your face, almost trembling. His mouth bruised yours, then gentled, then demanded again, as if he could not decide if he wanted to savor or devour you. When he pulled back at last, you were both breathing hard.

“You cannot come to me like this,” Thranduil growled, voice rough with barely restrained fury. “Not when they could see. Not when I—”

He swallowed whatever reckless thing had nearly escaped him. But his fingers curved around your waist, tightening. He would never let you go. Not truly. You knew it. He knew it. The very stones of the Woodland Realm knew it.

Without another word, he caught your wrist in his hand—gentle but unrelenting—and pulled you after him, deeper into the secret corridors. His long strides forced you to keep up, skirts brushing against the stone, heart hammering.

You had been here before, more times than you could count.

Always in secret.

Always at night.

Always at the mercy of a king who could not—would not—love you in the light of day.

He led you to a door hidden behind an embroidered tapestry, the kind no one but he dared move. Thranduil pressed his palm to the wood, and with a sigh of ancient magic, the door yielded. A room meant for no one but him. And now—no one but you.

The door shut behind you with a soft, terrible sound like the closing of a cage. Only then did he turn on you. Only then did the restraint splinter.

Thranduil’s hands slammed against the door on either side of your head, trapping you. His body caged yours, not touching yet—but close. Too close. You could feel the tremble of barely leashed control in him, vibrating through the inches between you.

“You test me,” he hissed, breath hot against your cheek. “Again and again.”

You lifted your chin, defiant even as you shivered. “Then stop me.”

He stared at you as if you had drawn a blade across his skin. And then…

He was on you.

Mouth crushing against yours, savage and devastating, stealing your breath and giving you his in return. His hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper, harder, until you whimpered against his mouth and he growled low in satisfaction.

He kissed you like he was trying to brand you—claim you—make you his in a way that no crown, no throne, no oaths could ever erase.And gods you let him. You wanted him to.

Your hands fumbled at the heavy folds of his robe, desperate for the feel of him, of skin and muscle and sinew under your fingers. Thranduil caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the door.

“Patience,” he whispered darkly. “You will have what you seek.” You struggled against his grip, but it was useless. He held you with effortless strength, body pressing against yours now, the hard line of him unmistakable even through layers of velvet and silk.

“Thranduil—” you gasped. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, sending a violent shiver through you.

“You belong to me,” he said, voice low and guttural. “Do you understand that?”

You nodded, a broken sound escaping you.

“Say it,” he commanded, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes—those cold, blazing eyes that only ever softened for you.

“I—I belong to you,” you whispered.

A slow, wicked smile curved his mouth.

“Good,” Thranduil purred. “Then remember it.”

He released your wrists slowly, as though reluctant to give you even that much freedom. His fingers lingered, tracing the delicate skin of your inner wrists, feeling your pulse race for him.

Then, without another word, he gathered you into his arms, sweeping you off your feet as if you weighed nothing. You gasped, clutching the fine fabric at his shoulders. “Thranduil—!”

He silenced you with a look, the barest tilt of his brows, the simmering promise in his gaze.

You will be quiet. You will let me.

He carried you deeper into the room—past the cold stone and the glinting crystal decanters—to the vast bed carved from living wood, the silken sheets shimmering darkly in the faint starlight.

When he laid you down, it was with a reverence that belied the raw hunger in him. He hovered above you for a heartbeat—watching. Always watching. You had the maddening sense that he could drink in the sight of you forever and never be sated.

“You undo me,” he said lowly. A confession dragged from the mouth of a king. Before you could answer—before you could even breathe—his mouth was on you again. This kiss was different. Slower. More dangerous.

It was the kiss of a man who intended to take his time. A king who had made a decision. A lover who knew exactly how to unravel you. His hands moved over you with the same care he might use to handle a rare, dangerous blade. Testing. Teasing. Worshipping. He traced the lines of your body through your clothes, fingertips barely brushing your curves, setting fires along your skin. Every touch was a promise. Every stroke a threat. When his fingers found the fastenings of your gown, he paused.

“Do you yield?” he asked softly, the slightest tilt of mockery in his voice—because he already knew the answer.

You arched beneath him, desperate, aching. “Yes. Yes.” A wicked smirk ghosted his mouth.

“Good.” He undid you slowly, almost lazily, as if daring you to beg.

Layer by layer, he stripped you of every barrier until you lay bare before him, trembling under the heat of his gaze.

And when he finally looked—truly looked—you saw something break in him. Thranduil was a king, yes. A warrior. A force of nature. But in that moment, he was something else too. Yours.

He slid down your body with lethal grace, hands and mouth following, worshipping every inch of exposed skin with slow, devastating kisses. Down your throat. Over your collarbones. Across your ribs. Lower still.

“You are…” he murmured against your belly, voice breaking on the words, “…perfection made flesh.”

You whimpered, reaching for him, but he caught your wrists again, pinning them lightly above your head. “Patience,” he breathed again, so soft, so cruel.

You bit your lip, trying to obey, but every nerve in your body screamed for him. Only him. Thranduil kissed lower still—reverent, punishing. You gasped, back arching off the bed, utterly undone. Only when you were trembling, whimpering, desperate for his touch, did he finally relent.

He shed his own heavy robes with a flick of his hands, and for a moment, you could only stare. He was beautiful. More beautiful than anything mortal hands or minds could have crafted.

The body of a warrior, all lean muscle and ancient scars and impossible grace, crowned by that silver hair that shimmered like captured moonlight. His eyes burned into you—blue fire—and he climbed over you again, caging you with his body. “This,” he rasped, voice almost broken, “is mine.”

He claimed your mouth again, kissing you until you forgot your own name, until you forgot anything but the feel of him—his weight, his heat, his taste. And when he finally entered you—slow, deep, claiming—you cried out, tears springing to your eyes from the sheer overwhelming fullness of him. Thranduil caught your face between his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice ragged. You did. And what you saw there—raw, endless devotion shattered you. He moved inside you slowly at first, with maddening control, dragging pleasure from your body with every thrust. You writhed beneath him, desperate for more, for everything, but he held you pinned, forcing you to feel every unbearable moment.

When he finally let himself go—when the king yielded—it was devastating. He drove into you harder, faster, his mouth never leaving yours, his hands never stopping their worship of your body. You shattered first—whimpering his name against his lips, clinging to him as pleasure tore through you. He followed with a broken sound, burying himself deep, claiming you utterly, body and soul.

For a long time, there was only the sound of breathing—the king and his forbidden lover tangled in the dark, bound together by need, by love unspoken but undeniable. At last, he collapsed beside you, gathering you into his arms. And for once—for once—Thranduil let himself show the truth.

He clung to you as a drowning man clings to driftwood, burying his face in your hair, breathing you in as if you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

“You are my ruin,” he whispered against your temple. “And my salvation.”

You turned in his arms, cupping his cheek, feeling the tremor in him. “And you are mine,” you said fiercely. He smiled then—a true smile, rare and blinding.

And in the hidden chambers of the Woodland Realm, where no one could see, the king and his secret lover lay entwined—bound by a love more dangerous, more beautiful, than anything the world could ever understand.

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You woke to the sensation of silk and skin and the low, steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath your ear. For a moment, you thought it was a dream. That you had imagined it all—the secret meeting, the desperate claiming, the whispered confessions in the dark.

But then Thranduil shifted against you, a long, slow roll of muscle and heat. His arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. You felt the rise and fall of his chest, the way his breath stirred your hair.

Real. So terribly, beautifully real. You blinked up at him through the early morning gloom.

The Elvenking was already awake, watching you.

His silver hair spilled over his bare shoulders, tangling with the sheets. His eyes—those impossible, piercing eyes—were softer now, the sharp edges dulled by sleep and something deeper. Something more dangerous.

He said nothing. Only looked. As if memorizing you. As if daring the world to take you from him.

You shifted slightly, body aching in the most delicious ways. The soreness between your thighs was a reminder of what had passed between you, the claiming, the devotion. And then—you felt it. Hard and hot against your belly.

Thranduil was already aroused. Already needing you again. Heat flushed through you, but before you could move, his hand slid down your back, over the curve of your hip, pulling you closer, grinding his hardness against you with slow, devastating precision. A low sound rumbled from his chest—half growl, half sigh.

“You tempt me beyond reason,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and desire. You tilted your face up to him, heart pounding. “Then lose your reason.”

For a heartbeat, he only stared—something savage and broken flickering across his perfect face. And then—he gave in. This time, there was no rush. No desperation. Only hunger—slow, consuming, worshipful.

Thranduil rolled you onto your back with aching tenderness, bracing himself above you on one elbow. His free hand wandered down your body, fingertips brushing lightly over every inch of bare skin, relearning you.

He kissed you slowly—languid, deep kisses that left you gasping.

When his mouth trailed down your throat, over the swell of your breasts, you arched into him helplessly. His tongue flicked against one peaked nipple, and he growled in approval when you whimpered, the sound vibrating straight through your core. “Mine,” he breathed against your skin.

He lavished attention on you, mouth worshiping your breasts, your belly, your hips. He nipped and kissed the inside of your thighs until you were trembling, gasping his name.And then he slid lower.

You cried out, hips bucking, as his mouth found you—soft, insistent, relentless. His tongue worked you open, teasing and tasting until you were a writhing mess beneath him.

Thranduil held your hips still, forcing you to take every stroke, every devastating flicker of pleasure. His silver hair spilled over your thighs like a silken curtain, his hands possessive on your hips. You shattered against his mouth, crying out his name, and he only growled in satisfaction, drinking in every tremor of your release.

When you were limp and trembling, he rose over you again, eyes burning. “You are undone,” he murmured, a rare softness in his voice. And then he entered you again.

Slowly. Deeply. As if savoring every inch. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the fullness of him, the intimacy of it. Thranduil moved within you with exquisite control, hips rolling in a slow, devastating rhythm. Not rushing. Not punishing.

Simply claiming—again and again and again.

His mouth found yours, and he kissed you between every thrust—whispering words in Elvish you couldn’t understand, but that you felt in your bones. The pleasure built slowly, unbearably, until you were trembling, sobbing into his mouth, begging without words.

And when you shattered again, he followed, burying himself deep, his body tensing above you, a harsh cry ripping from his throat. For a long moment, you lay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison.

Thranduil shifted, gathering you into his arms as if he would never let you go. He pressed soft, reverent kisses to your forehead, your temple, your hair. His hand stroked your back slowly, soothing, grounding.

“You have ruined me,” he whispered, voice breaking. You nuzzled into his chest, tears pricking your eyes at the raw tenderness in him.

“And yet,” you murmured against his skin, “you are still here.”

He laughed—a broken, beautiful sound and tightened his hold on you. “I would burn my kingdom to ash before I let you go,” Thranduil said fiercely. “I would tear the stars from the sky.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “Then keep me,” you said simply. Something ancient and terrible flickered in his eyes. “I will,” he vowed. And in the hidden chambers of the Woodland Realm, as the first light of morning spilled through the crystal windows, the Elvenking held his secret lover close—and for the first time in an age, he allowed himself to hope.

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darkst4lker · 8 months ago

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taste. // thranduil

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

plot: two weeks and a half ago, thranduil and (y/n) had a messy break up. now, he appears at your friend arwen's birthday party with his ex girlfriend by his side and you decide that if he wants to play that game, you would play it too.

tw: (mdni) modern!au, it's mainly lovers to enemies to lovers but there will be mentions of smut, angst, thranduil behaves like an asshole, misogyny, use of drugs and and alcohol, good ending (?, i changed a lot of things from the lore!!, everyone is like 20-27 here but legolas wasn't even born yet here. YES there's a moment where starts playing lover you should've come over by jeff buckley!!. low caps on purpose.

notes: english is NOT my first language. i'm sorry if there's any mistake. also this is the first time i publish something i write here!!

“(y/n)” tauriel spoke. you and her were helping arwen to decorate her house for her birthday party that same night, yet you were visibly sad for your break up with thranduil. “(y/n), are you okay?”

you weren't okay.

it was the middle of winter. arwen's living room was one of the most comfortables and warm places on earth, in fact all of her house was like that. it was one of the places where you felt more safe than anywhere in the world but today her house felt deadly cold to you.

maybe the problem wasn't arwen's home itself but the fact that your soul was freezing since the day thranduil's deadly words stabbed your heart like a poisoned knife.

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

in fact, you and thranduil never fought, never argued, never insulted each other while you were together. yet, the day he left you like that, completely out of the blue, you insulted him so much he probably thought that all his family line would be cursed forever.

he said horrible things too, it wasn't just you. but you may had gone too far when you threw an antique vase that belonged to his family for years through the window of his apartment.

in your defense, he was the last person you thought that would leave you.

of course arwen's house felt cold, the whole world felt cold actually. how could anything feel good in this earth when you weren't in thranduil's arms?

you took a deep breath.

it took you a moment to answer to tauriel's question because the vestiges of the last discussion you had with thranduil were fresh in your mind like if it had happened a second ago. you tried to dismiss the storm of memories flooding your mind and you looked at tauriel.

“yeah, im sorry i went blank for a minute.” you answered while hanging up some balloons in the wall. you tried to fake a smile but your tired eyes revealed your sorrows.

“that's it. im tired of seeing her like this, im going to kill him” aragorn said, leaving his spot next to arwen in the kitchen where they were preparing all the food for the party to get his coat, but arwen stopped him right away.

“stop, you're not helping her. we need to stay here by her side.” arwen came out of the kitchen, after aragorn. her calm voice sent chills down your spine.

aragorn crossed his arms and left his coat alone while he sat in a chair facing you.

you sat on the sofa and arwen sat besides you. the decorations were ready and now you didn't had anything else to distract you from the heartbreak im your chest.

“everything is going to be okay, sweetie. i'm sorry you'll have to see him tonight, bard insisted a lot for me to invite him.” arwen words comforted you and then she hugged you softly. aragorn looked annoyed while he leant against the wall and tauriel stood beside him. “sooner or later he will realize what he's missing.”

“better be sooner because i can't believe he hurted (y/n) like this when a month ago he was talking about fucking marrying her.” aragorn said clearly angry. “i know he's my friend and all but... i can't believe that he really did that.”

“well love can be like that sometimes, i guess.” you answered, trying to keep yourself together. “it comes and it goes.”

“yeah right, but is never just like that (y/n).” tauriel voice was calm but she did seem irritated. “i don't understand why on earth he would do that. it doesn't even makes sense.”

“it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, guys.” you were clearly about to cry but you held it. “what is done is done and we can't go back in time, and neither can thranduil. i will survive this shit.” everyone tried to smile at you while you spoke but you didn't sounded as convinced as you wanted.

yet, you were true. you couldn't go back in time and in fact, the hours passed swiftly and now the night welcomed the birthday party everyone was waiting for.

you got showered and prepared directly in arwen's home. you had brought your outfit and now your body was inside a stunning and tight scarlet dress.

the black heels that you were in made your outfit more mysterious and in your neck there was a lovely silver necklace with a ruby pendant that arwen had let you borrow for the night.

with a little bit of perfume and red lipstick on, you left arwen's room and joined tauriel's side on the party. there wasn't much people yet, a couple university friends from years ago, the boy tauriel always spoke about: kili and his brother fili, gimli, aragorn of course and like five more people.

it wasn't full yet but arwen's home was quite big so the amount of people wasn't going to be a problem.

thranduil by the other hand, he surely was going to be one.

tauriel and you talked for a while, spending time together before she went to dance with her almost-boyfriend, kili.

you really liked kili for your friend, he seemed like a sweet guy. you really hoped they would end up being together and you wished in the deepest places of your heart that he didn't ended up breaking your friend heart.

like certain person did to you.

you drank a little from the bottle of wine aragorn gave you before rushing to dance with arwen and more people started to appear.

the fear of seeing thranduil that night was disappearing by every sip you gave to the wine and soon you even thought that maybe he wasn't even going to come.

a couple hours later, the house was full of people everywhere, it was 11pm, the party had just started hours ago and when you thought you were free from certain blonde, you saw probably the worst thing you could see with alcohol in your system.

thranduil entered the party with a beautiful blonde girl by his side. they both had their hands enterwined and the girl was giggling while they talked. you instantly felt a rush of rage invade your whole body to the point you believed that your brain was on the verge of exploding.

thranduil had a formal black shirt, leaving two buttons unbottoned and revealing his neck, a little sigh escaped from your lips at the heavenlt sight.

and there it was her.

she looked like a goddes pulled out from a fairytale, making your insecurities corrode your guts like a sickness. the tears threatened to fall off your eyes as you watched their entrance from the another side of the room, and the worst was that you recognized her from old pictures thranduil had in his house. that was his ex girlfriend, now actual (you supposed).

when you thought the horror was over, thranduil looked at you from the distance like if he had some kind of radar attached to him that warned him about everytime you looked at his direction.

his ocean blue eyes met yours. it felt like a boat crashing in the middle of a sea infested with mermaids.

his stare was as intoxicating and addictive as always were. the feelings accumulated in your throat like stones and you got scared for a moment before breaking eye contact with him. it lasted just a second, but it felt like a lifetime passed while your eyes met his.

then you quickly took a sip of your bottle of wine, trying to not give him the pleasure of seeing you rush to the bathroom to cry. for what it felt like hours, you had to see him dance with his new girl and you imagined that you were the one dancing with him, kissing him, touching him.

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

those questions pierced your heart like swords, like his words did days ago.

“it was just a pause, a distraction. i needed someone to heal what my past relatonship had broken in me and i already did. you served me well and i will always be grateful.”

you 'served him well'? really? what the fuck does he thinks he is? a king?

his words had melted in your ears like a rotten peach. the sweetness of his low voice mixed with a hint of gall flooding every sentence he said.

you understood now what he meant when he said he healed.

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

his hands were on his new girlfriend's waist and sometimes he planted soft kisses on her face. yet, he couldn't fully enjoy anything of it. thranduil regretted all his actions, and much more, how he couldn't save your relationship.

he felt like an idiot. all of his thoughts were on you, every kiss he gave her, every look, every loving gesture, he desired it all went to you instead.

thranduil was deeply conflicted, though. even if he knew how wrong he were when you two broke up, he also was quite offended with the things you said.

it felt like a torture, probably the most horrible one on earth and the weight of his actions were killing him more slowly that he would ever wanted to.

thranduil didn't told you his real motives for leaving you, he thought it would only make it worse for both of you. but after leaving, all of his actions felt meaningless now that he didn't had you.

he was proud, and stubborn though. and watching how you left your seat in wich you were obviously staring at him to sit next to bard made his heart ache terribly.

in your mind, bard seemed like an obvious solution: he was hot, he was your friend and long before you started going out with thranduil he and you had spent a couple of nights together. bard obviously recieved your presence with open arms.

"(y/n), sweetheart." bard calm voice welcomed you as you approached the couch where he was drinking a beer. you noticed he had a blunt on the other hand. "you look beautiful as always."

"hi, bard. long time no-see" you took the seat next to him, everyone were dancing and the fact that he was also a very close friend of thranduil made the whole idea of making out with him so much better.

there was a brief moment of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. the music was peaceful now, tempting every couple to slow dance.

"do yo want some?" he offered you the pot, and you took it while nodding.

as you smoke, bard looks at you with his classic lovely and reassuring smile, only this time he seemed quite drunk and clearly high.

you were a little drunk yourself too.

"i think i needed that, thank you." you give him back the blunt, and he leaves it in the ashtray. after, he looks at you with curiousity.

"are you-" he started to say but you interrupt him.

"yes i am in fact okay, thank you for asking though." the question had you completely exhausted. you rolled your eyes and stared at him right at his, starting to feel the mix of pot and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. "i came to see if we could make out for a while, i don't care if it's your fault he is here, i don't care about him, i don't care about anything. please, help me forget everything for a second like in the old times. please." your voice sounded a little desperate but the truth it was that you were.

the pain in your heart was begging and pleading to be released, to be cured even if it was for a brief moment. it felt like a bomb ticking on your chest that could explode at any moment and bard seemed to notice it.

a soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. "you do seem to care, sweetie." the nickname made your heart ache a little, all his nicknames did. thranduil used to call you loving names all the time but the last time you two spoke he called you plainly by your name.

you asked yourself if he also was calling her those sweet names too.

your mouth opened to answer bard but the words didn't came out as the heart ache was ripping apart your body from the insides. bard saw your change of expression, knowing you needed help to get the words out of your chest. you did care after all.

bard puffed, trying not to sound melancholic and grabbed your hand softly. “im sorry, love. i know why you're asking me this and you can be sure i understand it, but thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you and i don't want to be in the middle of this break up.” as always, he was a pacifist. bard put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. your sight started to get blurry from tears. “it will pass.”

his words echoed in your mind calming every part of you like a balm.

“it will pass.”

you spent what it felt like hours in bard's arms, cying silently. he held you, proving that even if he was thranduil's friend, he was still your friend also. it was a beautiful gesture, and made your soul heal for a while.

yet, an specific sentence of his words lingered in your mind leaving a poison trail on your thoughts: “thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you.” why on earth thranduil would care if you fucked bard? what was his problem?

after a moment, you broke the hug and faced bard a little bit ashamed by the way you tried to approach him at first and how you broke down instantly at him reading your feelings like a book. after wiping your tears, you looked at him. your face was swollen from crying but your expression tried to remain calm.

“im sorry i tried to-...” you started, but he cutted you off.

“it doesn't matter, love. it's okay.” bard said, giving you a reassuring stroke on your hand.

a sigh escaped from your lips and then you felt hungry, as you hadn't eat anything in the whole night.

“i will go to the kitchen to get something to eat, i'll be back in a sec.” your voice was trembling at every word but bard smiled at you and nodded, giving you a soft pat on the head before you stood up.

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

the way to the kitchen was silent, at least for you. the music was still loud but your head was even louder.

your hands placed themselves on the refrigerator door and the familiar soft cold wind welcomed you.

arwen never cared if you took food from her fridge, so you guessed that she probably wouldn't mind if you took an apple. then you closed it, not wanting to be tempted to eat something more and empty the whole refrigerator, leaving your friend having to buy more things tomorrow.

as you ate the apple you remembered how thranduil had cooked you an apple cake one time. it was probably one of the few times he ever baked anything sweet yet the cake resulted to be absolutely perfect.

then you cursed yourself, if you wanted to forget why did he keep coming back in every single little thing you did?

it was like every detail of him was craved deeply onto your heart with no intention of leaving you soon and it hurted more than you could stand.

“you must be (y/n)” a sweet voice called you from behind, and when you turned you saw her.

it was probably one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. blue eyes, blonde hair and soft lips.

you fully understood why thranduil would ever leave you for her. she was surely beautiful like if she were some kind of angel.

“yes, i am.” the words left your mouth with shyness. she had a smirk on her face, and looked at you while your teeth catched another bite from the apple.

“it's surely nice to meet you.” she answered, but her voice was almost cynical. there was a weird tone of passive aggressiveness behind it but you were probably too high to catch up.

then it became so obvious you couldn't avoid it.

“thran spoke a lot about you.” she continued, getting closer to you. “but i'm sure that he will soon stop.” then she walked some more steps to your direction and you placed the apple on the counter, swallowing hard.

you didn't realized that you probably had a sad look on your face until she spoke again.

“oh, don't put on that face.” she said, chuckling. there was a mocking subtone on her words. “thran will forget you quickly.” her words felt like a sting through your chest. “you surely don't seem as beautiful nor interesting as everyone said, and i will clearly erase you from his heart.”

you were about to answer, but then you saw thranduil appear behind her like if he were searching for her, and it was too much for you to handle. it was too humilliating to see him watching how his girlfriend completely destroyed you.

your steps were fast as you left the kitchen clearly at the verge of tears. the bathroom was the first door you saw as you almost ran out of the room.

the door felt heavy against your hands but it was nothing you couldn't handle. the first instinct you had was sit on the floor, knees against your chest and finally letting it all out.

you didn't cared if anyone heard you. the heartbreak was a weight in your chest that you needed to purge the fastest way possible, even if thranduil mocked you with his girlfriend outside, even of everyone only felt pity for you, even if the world ended tomorrow.

the pain needed to come out.

and as you finally gave yourself permission to cry, the bathroom door started to open.

you almost didn't noticed, as the sounds were minimum but what you did noticed was the cologne thranduil always wore.

your stare didn't raised to face him, and he closed the door.

“what on earth are you doing?” his voice sounded like a dagger through your heart, and then you looked at him from the ground.

“i didn't asked you to come here.” your answer was harsh. “you're clearly having a lot of fun with all of this.”

“i don't care about what you think, (y/n).” you felt like your name was cursed on his lips. thranduil's voice was serious. “i asked you a question.”

you got angry instantly. how dared he to even ask something like that?

as you stood up to face him properly, your face swollen from tears and by looking him in the eyes you noticed he was probably high too. yet the weed nor the alcohol were clouding his senses that much.

his eyes were like an ocean, and you were drowning in it. quickly and deeply.

“i don't know what on earth do you want me to answer. i literally don't know.” you said, clearly irritated with his attitude and your voice trembling with fury. “what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“don't talk to me like that” he answered harshly. memories of your last fight came to you like a storm. “i asked you why are you crying in the bathroom like a pathetic little girl” thranduil said. “you were clearly capable of defending yourself two weeks ago”

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

“and you were the same imbecile you're being now.” the answered came from your lips almost drowning you in venom and thranduil's expression became more cold than before if that was even possible. “it didn't occur to you, that maybe and just maybe, i don't want to fight for a man like you in the middle of my friend birthday party?”

“a man like me?” he sounded almost offended, and took a step closer to you, his head over yours and his serious eyes looking down at you. “you were dying for a man like me not even a month ago”

and you were still dying for him.

as thranduil was much taller than you, after the break up you discovered that arguing with him was one of the most intimidating things you'd ever done.

yet you faced him with bravery, not letting him ruin the last pieces you had from your broken heart.

“well i don't want to anymore.” you said and he got more closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“and what kind of man do you want then? you want a man like bard?” thranduil asked and he sounded annoyed, his face was stoic but the subtone of his words betrayed his feelings.

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

“and what is your problem if i do?” you bited back, pushing his buttons. “maybe he'll treat me way much better than you, in fact, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't replace or use me « to heal » in the first place.” you avoided his eyes while you spoke, not wanting your look to give away the fact that you didn't wanted to be with anyone else than thranduil.

thranduil let out an irritated puff, then his hand went straight to your face, grabbing it tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“then go date him, (y/n).” he said, his voice becoming rough. “that's really what you want?” thranduil asked.

you didn't answered, as you became nervous. yet your hands went to his chest, trying to push him out but it was useless.

thranduil was visibly angry and an irritated chuckle left his lips.

“but i don't think you want that, do you love?” he said, not really expecting you to say anything, cause he already knew the answer. “actually, if i remember correctly, less than a month ago you were in my bed whimpering for me.”

thranduil calling you « love » again made your heart skip a beat as the rest of his words burned your skin like a wildfire.

“why are you throwing a tantrum, thranduil?” you asked, annoyed. he was completely delusional if he thought you wouldn't fire back. “isn't your new girlfriend enough for you that you have to come looking for me like a little puppy?” every word you said felt like if you were digging your own grave, but you didn't cared at all. thranduil's grip on your face became harder.

the next thing that happened was probably the last thing you expected.

thranduil kissed you fiercely, like a unleashed beast. it was agressive, but you played along.

it was like drinking from an oasis in the middle of the dessert, and you answered him with the same obsessive hunger. you broke the kiss briefly to push him almost violently against the bathroom door, and then you were the one to attack his mouth to shut him up before he could say anything.

a slow song started to sound loudly in the house, making the contact more passionate.

« maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong »

thranduil went from kissing you like an animal to kiss you tenderly, his hand releasing your face to caress your head. he subtely guided you to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door and you placed yourself in his lap, straddling him.

minutes passed, his lips tasted like if you were drinking napalm making your loins burn, and your blood rushed quickly to your cheeks. both of his hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue asked you permission to enter your mouth.

« so 'll wait for you, love, and I'll burn. will I ever see your sweet return? »

you open your mouth and let him do as he please, and thranduil takes the opportunity, introducing his tongue. then, the kiss abandoned its sweet nature to become an agressive fight between the both of you, again. your hands move to his hair, making it messy.

thranduil wastes no time and one of his hands moves to your neck, making a little bit of pressure, while kissing you.

the kiss is broken up by the need to take a little bit of air, and you both look at eachother in the eyes, his hand not leaving its place.

« it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter »

“i hate you” you say agitated, your lips swollen from the past interaction.

he chuckled, breathing heavily. “i hate you too.”

« it's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever »

and then he pulled you to kiss you again, roughly. his left hand went under your dress, caressing your thigh and the other made presure on your neck and made you sigh in between the kiss. thranduil smiled as you kept kissing eachother hungrily, now moving his hand closer to the sweet spot between your legs.

you made sure to kiss him hard, and bited his lip with delicacy as he moved your underwear to the side, thinking that if you were lucky, his girlfriend would taste you too when she kissed him.

thranduil touched you freely, like he still loved you. you whined against his mouth, and he broke the kiss.

“you still want to go out with bard?” he asked, releasing your neck to make you look at him by grabbing your chin. his other hand was between your legs, playing with you and making you sigh again.

« lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late »

there was a brief silence as you tried to hold yourself together to give him an answer.

“n-no.” you said. “do you love her?” the sudden question came from your lips in an agitated whimper as you looked him in the eyes. for some reason you felt he almost rewarded you by moving his hand faster against you, making you gasp.

“no.” thranduil finally asnwered only for you to kiss him again. you grabbed both sides of his face, and his right hand caressed your hair softly.

and then your little make out session was terribly interrupted by loud and violent knocks on the door. you both stood up quickly, like children being caught doing a mischief.

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

“babe, is that you?” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. thranduil noticed and a little mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“yes, it's me. give me five minutes.” he answered, his voice was too calm for the events that unfolded just moments before.

thranduil then pressed you against the wall, next to the door so the door could cover your presence while he went out. you wondered if his new girlfriend was really that stupid to not notice her, but you quickly thought that if thranduil was doing this he probably believed too that she was indeed stupid.

you admired how he always knew how to manage all the situations, but something in your chest ached when he gave you another kiss before whispering a soft « i love you » and opening the door, leaving you shocked.

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

“im here, love.” thranduil said to her, covering your presence with the door and showing his girlfriend that no one was in the bathroom with him. at least to her eyes.

“the party is ending, thran. we should go.” she said. oh you loathed her, and a part of you hated thranduil for leaving you for her. you wanted him to say no, to stay with you, but he didn't.

“okay. let's go.” he answered, and exited the bathroom, leaving you alone but forgetting to turn off the light.

you walked to the mirror, saw your messy make up, the frustrated look on your face after being interrupted and your lips subtly swollen from the kisses and you laughed.

you fucking laughed.

you laughed because, no matter what she could say or do to compete with you, you've already won. he didn't loved her, he was yours. and you hoped; no, you knew, that everytime she kissed him, she would have to taste you too.

and to think you didn't intended to fight over him on the first place, but now the game was on.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! it was super hard for me to finish this, and i plan to do a part 2 so stay tuned <3