ydreamfairy

[ydreamfairy]

MINE

Requested by: my brain 🧠

I’ve had this floating around in my drafts for forever. Does it make sense? no. Does Thranduil have fangs? no?

She hadn't meant for him to see.

The moonlight cast silver lines across her bare shoulder. She stood in the glade with another, one who was not her king, the ghost of his lips on her skin. There was no love in it. She didn’t even know his name. It was a distraction. A futile attempt to quiet the ache Thranduil had carved into her soul. She had not accepted his claim, not fully, not yet. And so in her mind, she was free.

But the Elvenking did not share that belief.

He stepped from the shadows with silent fury. A storm long held at bay. Eyes like winter frost bore into her, past her defences, past her shame to the truth she refused to name. The other elf was long forgotten, vanishing into the trees without a sound. Desperate to escape Thranduil’s withering gaze. She stood frozen, heart pounding and lips parted in some half-formed excuse she would never finish.

"You are mine" he growled, voice low and trembling with restrained wrath.

Before she could reply, his hands were on her, rough and trembling, with anger and something deeper. His mouth found the curve of her neck.

Pain.

Pleasure.

A gasp ripped from her throat as his fangs sank into her skin, anchoring her to him with a bond older than words. He drank her in, her blood, her essence. He consumed her denial, her confusion and her stubborn refusal to surrender.

“You belong to me," he whispered against her skin, lips brushing the mark he'd left. "And now the world will know it.”