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Our Little Fool - Platonic!volturi King x female!Human!reader part 2
For one terrible moment, the throne room was silent.
Not the usual calm silence that accompanied the Volturi.
No.
This was fear.
Raw and awful and unfamiliar.
Because the human girl they loved—the one person in the castle who brought flowers into the throne room, who made Aro laugh, who listened to Marcus’s stories, who argued with Caius over scarves and meals and sleep schedules—
Was unconscious.
And covered in blood.
No heartbeat.
⸻
“Move.”
Everyone jumped.
Caius.
His voice shook.
Actually shook.
He knelt beside you immediately, uncaring of the blood staining his robes.
“My child.”
Nothing.
No response.
Your heartbeat.
Where was your heartbeat?
Felix looked ill.
Demetri looked worse.
“I’m sorry,” Felix whispered.
The enormous guard stood frozen, his hands covered in your blood.
“I’m sorry.”
Demetri couldn’t even speak.
His face had gone white.
Aro gently held your hand.
“Fetch Carlisle.”
Nobody had ever heard Aro sound like that before.
Quiet.
Not theatrical.
Not cheerful.
Scared.
Jane disappeared instantly.
Alec followed.
⸻
Marcus sat beside you.
His ancient eyes fixed on your face.
And something inside him twisted painfully.
He had lost so much.
So many bonds.
So many loves.
But you—
Bright, sweet, stubborn little you—
Had somehow wormed your way into his ancient heart.
And now—
“No.”
Marcus whispered it softly.
As though denying reality itself.
“No.”
⸻
Five minutes later, the doors burst open.
Carlisle Cullen rushed in.
Behind him came Esme Cullen.
Then Edward.
Alice.
Rosalie.
Emmett.
Jasper.
The entire Cullen family.
And immediately—
Esme gasped.
“My baby!”
Edward froze.
Alice burst into tears.
Rosalie looked murderous.
Emmett looked horrified.
Jasper’s eyes widened.
Carlisle was already moving.
“Everyone back.”
Nobody moved.
“Caius.”
Nothing.
“Aro.”
Nothing.
“Marcus.”
Nothing.
The three kings sat around you like gargoyles.
Carlisle softened.
“Gentlemen.”
Aro blinked.
Then immediately moved aside.
Marcus followed.
Caius remained.
“My lord—”
“No.”
“Caius.”
“No.”
Carlisle sighed.
“Please.”
Slowly—
Reluctantly—
Caius moved.
⸻
Carlisle worked quickly.
Broken ribs.
Concussion.
A fractured arm.
Bruising.
Cuts.
Heart started beating again.
Nothing fatal.
Nothing permanent.
But enough.
Enough to terrify everyone.
When Carlisle finally stepped away—
“She’ll recover.”
The room collectively sagged.
Aro nearly collapsed with relief.
Marcus closed his eyes.
And Caius sat down heavily.
Thank God.
⸻
Then came the guilt.
Felix still hadn’t moved.
He stood near the wall.
Silent.
Demetri beside him.
Neither guard had spoken in nearly twenty minutes.
You had risked yourself.
For them.
And because of that—
You were hurt.
Demetri swallowed.
“She thought we were losing.”
Felix’s voice cracked.
“We’re supposed to protect her.”
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew what to say.
“We’re supposed to protect her,” Felix repeated.
His shoulders shook.
“And she protected us.”
Aro stood immediately.
“Felix—”
“No!”
Everyone froze.
Tears streamed down Felix’s face.
“If she’d died—”
His voice broke.
“I would’ve killed her.”
Silence.
“What?” Jane whispered.
Felix looked devastated.
“I would’ve killed her.”
He sank to his knees.
“Because I couldn’t live with myself.”
Demetri crouched beside him.
And for the first time in centuries—
The tracker wrapped his arms around his best friend.
Neither cared who saw.
Because both of them were shattered.
⸻
Hours passed.
Then days.
And you still hadn’t woken.
⸻
The kings refused to leave.
Absolutely refused.
Carlisle gave up arguing after day one.
Aro sat beside you reading books aloud.
Marcus quietly held your hand.
And Caius—
Caius complained.
Constantly.
“The blankets are insufficient.”
“The room is too cold.”
“Why are humans so breakable?”
“Who designed ribs?”
“Stupid things.”
But every few minutes—
His eyes drifted back to you.
Checking.
Always checking.
⸻
Esme cried.
Alice cried.
Rosalie threatened violence against everyone.
Emmett sat beside your bed and held your uninjured hand.
Jasper paced.
Edward remained silent.
Jane practically lived in your room.
And Alec quietly brought everyone tea.
⸻
Felix and Demetri never left either.
Though neither dared sit beside you.
They didn’t think they deserved to.
Which finally made Caius snap.
“For God’s sake.”
Felix blinked.
“My lord?”
“Come here.”
Felix obeyed automatically.
Caius pointed at the chair.
“Sit.”
“My lord—”
“Sit.”
Demetri looked confused.
“We failed her.”
Caius’s eyes narrowed.
“And who did she throw herself at that nomad for?”
Silence.
“You.”
“Yes.”
“And if she wakes to find the two idiots she nearly killed herself saving have abandoned her bedside—”
Caius looked personally offended.
“—she’ll be furious.”
Demetri’s eyes widened.
Felix looked hopeful.
“…Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Caius muttered.
“Ridiculous child.”
⸻
The fourth day.
Everyone was exhausted.
Even vampires somehow looked tired.
Aro sat with his head resting against your bed.
Marcus held your hand.
Caius pretended to read.
Jane curled up in a chair.
Felix and Demetri sat nearby.
Alice leaned against Jasper.
Esme rested beside Carlisle.
And Emmett quietly snored.
⸻
Then—
Movement.
Tiny.
Small.
But enough.
Marcus sat upright immediately.
Your fingers moved.
Aro gasped.
Caius dropped his book.
Jane practically teleported.
Felix stood so quickly his chair exploded.
Demetri screamed.
“CARLISLE!”
You groaned.
“Ow.”
Silence.
Then—
“Oh thank God.”
Aro.
Tears.
Actual tears.
You blinked.
Why was Aro crying?
Why was Jane crying?
Why was Felix crying?
Why—
“Caius?”
The ancient king immediately appeared beside you.
“Yes.”
His voice shook.
“I hurt.”
“I know.”
“My ribs hurt.”
“Yes.”
“My head hurts.”
“Yes.”
“My arm hurts.”
“Yes.”
“Everything hurts.”
“Yes.”
And suddenly—
Caius wrapped his arms around you.
The room froze.
Even Carlisle.
Even Marcus.
Even Aro.
Caius never hugged anyone.
Ever.
But now?
He held you tightly.
As though afraid you’d disappear.
“You foolish child.”
His voice cracked.
“You absolute little fool.”
And to everyone’s complete astonishment—
Caius was crying.
⸻
The room exploded.
Aro hugged you next.
Marcus held your hand.
Jane climbed onto the bed.
Alec smiled in relief.
Alice sobbed.
Esme cried.
Emmett cried.
Rosalie cried.
Jasper cried.
Carlisle smiled.
Edward laughed.
Demetri looked like he’d seen heaven.
And Felix—
Felix simply stood there.
Unable to move.
Until you smiled weakly.
“Hi.”
He burst into tears again.
“Kid.”
And suddenly this giant terrifying vampire was kneeling beside your bed.
“I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Felix—”
“I’m sorry.”
“Felix.”
“I failed—”
“No.”
You squeezed his hand.
“No.”
Demetri had tears in his eyes.
“We almost lost.”
“No.”
You smiled softly.
“I saw my brothers needed help.”
Brothers.
Felix broke completely.
Demetri too.
And suddenly both guards were hugging you while trying very hard not to crush you.
⸻
Much later.
After everyone calmed down.
After Carlisle had shooed everyone away.
After the chaos settled—
Marcus quietly spoke.
“You scared us.”
You blinked.
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
His hand squeezed yours.
“Do not apologize for loving.”
Aro nodded.
“You protected your family.”
Caius snorted.
“Though next time, perhaps use less self-sacrificial stupidity.”
You laughed.
And all three kings relaxed.
Because laughter.
Laughter meant life.
⸻
As you drifted to sleep again, you heard Caius mutter:
“We’re locking her inside.”
“No we’re not,” Carlisle said.
“Perhaps chains?”
“No.”
“A small cage?”
“No.”
Marcus smiled faintly.
“Too small.”
Aro gasped.
“Matching family armor!”
“No!” everyone shouted.
And for the first time in four terrible days—
The room filled with laughter.
Because their little fool had come back.
And none of them intended to let her out of their sight again.
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Chapter One of Season Three of The Trials Expanded
Plot Summary: Something sinister is waiting on the edges of Spring. Waiting to unravel Theo and Jane's perfect life.
Pairing: Theo Deschamps x Jane Warfield!Reader
Content: domestic fluff, fpreg, this season is going to get dark just fyi, Black Ravens, dark magic, grumpy Theo, teasing, smut (dom/rough Theo, power play, fingering, orgasm denial, penetration, blowjob, oral), nightmare, cliffhanger.
WC: 7.5k
A/N: Theo is an animal in this chapter because I was lowkey going through it that day, my bad lmao, but also we love dom Theo in this house.
The earth had woken up under the soft palm of Spring.
March had brought pastel peach hues and sweet amber sunsets, thawing the ground more with each morning that rose, crisp and bright and tumbling gently into warmer days.
A silken breeze wrapped around Jane’s bare ankle as it swayed, her leg dangling idly out of the hammock. She ran a lazy hand over the soft peak of her belly, swirling figure eights over her dress.
Despite her serene appearance, her brain was working overtime, like it was hoping to get paid.
The book was splayed open in her other hand, the bottom edge digging an indent into the fingers which held it. Her brow was deep.
Why was this so difficult for her?
Of course it had come to him without trying. Blessed, exceptional Theo. Brilliant when he didn't even mean to be.
What was she doing wrong?
She tried again, opening her psyche to the threads of him, pushing her own thoughts down through the tether.
Theo, I’m completely naked out here.
She waited. And waited.
Nothing.
The birds continued to twitter. The leaves in their canopy over the gazebo continued to rustle, oblivious to her frustration. She sighed, shutting the book with a pointed force, as if she wanted it to know she was disappointed in it personally.
Maybe she needed to be closer.
She slipped out of the hammock and padded barefoot over the lawn, the arches of her feet licked by the light covering of dew that still sat atop the grass. She sank down into a heap under the wisteria and watched the water drag a ripple across its glassy surface.
Theo? Can you hear me in there?
Nothing. Just the rippling surface, the bobbing fronds, the breeze tangling itself around the wisteria. She lay back on the grass, hand idly tracing her belly again as she lifted the book back up to her face.
Theo’s sleeves were pulled up to the crease in his elbow, the linen softly crumpled against the line of muscle in his forearms as he leaned out the open window of the living room.
He was meant to be spending the afternoon preparing for the week ahead. Taking over as treasurer for the Black Ravens hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing, especially once he’d realized what state his father had left the order’s finances in. On top of that was the striking increase in incidents of dark magic that had required long hours of investigation, and so much paper work it bordered on inhumane.
But he could help it.
He was up from his desk every five minutes, just to stare at her out the window. Just to watch the way her foot arched as it swung from the hammock, the way she kept opening and closing her book as if the content would suddenly shift to her liking if she ignored it long enough.
He gave up on preparing entirely.
He wandered out into the garden, lush and blooming in an array of pastels, his hands in his pockets.
“You know,” he called, strolling toward her with deliberate smirk, “I’m offended. You look like something out of a Jane Austen novel laying out here like this. While some of us are slaving away inside.”
She didn’t look up from her book.
“Slaving away? I can hear you groaning and pacing with boredom from here.”
Theo stopped beside her, blocking the sun, tilting his head down. “I bought you a house,” he said, “and you won’t even suffer inside it with me.”
Jane glanced up into his face, his blonde waves backlit by the afternoon sun.
“Are there cakes inside?”
He crouched slowly beside her, his voice like velvet. “If I say yes, will you come in?”
She laid the book flat across her ribs, looking unimpressed.
“So there isn't.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Is there cake or not?”
“Depends.” He said, laying beside her and stretching his long legs out. He leaned up on his elbow, tracing his fingers over her belly.
“On?”
“What you consider cake.”
She rolled her eyes pointedly. “You’re impossible.”
“You love me,” he said, settling his head down against her.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Against my better judgement.”
Theo gasped, dramatically clutching his chest and falling back like she’d driven a stake right through him.
“You’re mean when you’re hungry.”
“I could be meaner, if you like.” She laughed, the sound soft in the air between them.
Theo’s expression shifted. Still playful, but gentler as he brushed his knuckles over her belly. Her fingers came to meet his hand, trailing over his palm in little circles.
“It’s so much stronger now.” He mused, feeling the small, static hum of energy from within her.
“I can feel her now,” Jane smiled. “When she wriggles.”
“She?” Theo asked, his eyebrows high as he glanced up into her face.
She shrugged, a soft curve playing on her lips. “Just a hunch.”
He huffed softly out his nose and leaned up into her, stealing a tender kiss, his palm resting warmly against the gentle peak of her bump, his thumb brushing circles over the satin of her dress.
“Come,” she said, taking a beat to kiss him again, her lips humming static under the press of his lips. “I’ll keep you company.”
“Even if there’s no cake?” He grinned.
“The cake is owed.” She said seriously, so seriously he cackled at the stiffness of her brow.
He nodded a soft, obedient surrender. “Understood.”
The pond rippled, a serene blue-glass backdrop to their steps as they padded back through the blooming garden, the afternoon breeze scattering baby pink blossoms adrift over their feet.
***
Janes fingers tapped idly against the mahogany veneer of the desk, her foot bouncing in her loafers underneath.
Every soft, warm bliss of their paradise had been replaced by the harsh, cold marble of the Black Ravens meeting chamber.
Her brow was furrowed down into the parchment, entirely engrossed in the memo as the mumbles and whispers of the other Ravens spun around her head.
“Well, that’s concerning.” She remarked, sitting back in her chair and glancing at Jerry, who’s usual jovial attitude was markedly dampened.
“More than.” He said tightly, rubbing his hands together. “Dead ravens appearing on our doorsteps one by one? This is the fourth one this month.”
“Someone’s trying to get our attention.” Elder Lucien piped up, the expression on his face entirely weighed down by the severity of his aged wrinkles.
“That much is clear. And they have it.” Jerry said. “But the question remains, what exactly is the message?”
“Is that part not obvious?” Theo scoffed. “Dead ravens? I mean come on, it is hardly a springtime greeting card. It’s clearly a threat.”
“Well, yes, Theo. Obviously.” Jerry sighed. “Then there’s all those traces of dark magic that were spiking all over the state last month. Are we any closer to figuring out the source?”
“I’m going to assume that’s preempted whatever this is.” Jane sighed.
“We shouldn’t assume until we have a definite answer, Jane. Lucien, Briar - how is the investigation going into those instances?”
“Utterly stalled.” Briar huffed, pushing her thin framed glasses up her sharp nose. “There hasn’t been an incident since the last, and that trace ran dry weeks ago. Whoever is behind that is cleaning up after themselves, and fast.”
Jerry drew in a deep, frustrated breath as he sat back in his chair.
“We’re no closer to solving this than we were two months ago.” Theo said irritably, flapping his hands down into his lap. “I really think we should look into -”
“Enough, Theo. You need to put aside your personal grievances for once.”
Theo’s jaw clenched.
“Maybe you need to take them more seriously, Jerry.” He snarked.
“Quiet.” Lucien drawled, his heavy eyes dropping with the look of a Bassett hound. “We will not waste time on people who have been investigated and cleared.”
“The fact that you had him investigated just proves you don’t entirely trust him.”
“Theo.” Jane said tightly, her hand brushing over his bicep.
He turned his rigid face to her, unimpressed.
“Jane, you can't seriously agree with-”
“Stop, Theo. They’re right. You’re blinded by your hatred.”
He frowned deeply, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“And you’re not?”
She pulled her hand back, her eyes narrowing into his.
“No.” She said tightly. “I’m not.”
He rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“I can’t believe you right now.”
“Theo-”
“Don’t act like my feelings are misplaced, Jane. You know better than anyone else that they aren’t.”
She could feel the frustration radiating off of him, thickening the air between them.
“If the Elders have cleared him then we have to trust their judgment on that. No matter how we feel.”
Theo stood up abruptly, his chair legs scraping loudly over the marble floor.
“Theo, please-”
He pulled his irritated gaze from her and tightened it onto every other face at the table.
“Was that all?”
“Well, no, there was-”
“Good.” Theo snarked before Jerry could finish speaking. “Then I have work to do.”
He swept from the table and flew through the heavy doors, letting them slam behind him.
Jane sighed, falling back in her chair.
“Trouble in paradise,” Briar snickered.
Despite trying to contain it, a grin slid through Jerry’s face. “Seems so. He forget his breakfast this morning Jane?”
“Always the drama with that one.” Briar laughed, rolling her eyes. “I think he gets it from his dear old daddy, don’t you?”
“That’s enough.” Jane snapped, scraping her own seat back. “Whatever is happening here is serious. We need to get to the bottom of it. If you want to gossip, you can do it without me.”
Her heels clicked over the marble as she strode out of the chamber, leaving them to their childish ramblings.
***
Theo was pacing over the rug in his office, his hands balled into tight, dramatic fists. His head craned up as he heard the familiar sound of Jane’s office door closing across the landing with a thud and a click.
His feet moved him before he could think about it.
She spun around as he swept through her door and strode toward her, his face stony, his eyes edged with irritation.
“Theo-”
“I can’t believe you did that.” He said, his usual honeyed tone gravelled in a way that made Jane’s neck tingle. “Just brushed me off like that, undermined me in front of everyone-”
“Oh come on Theo, you’re acting like I killed someone.” Jane said, rolling her eyes. “They had a point. You do hate him.”
“Since when do you defend Gregory of all people?” Theo asked tightly.
“I wasn’t defending Gregory, I was only saying-”
“You’re the one who spent weeks convinced he was up to something with those damn books he took.” He intercepted.
“You’re being petulant.” Jane said pointedly, stepping closer to him, unintimidated by the anger she knew she could melt.
His glowered down at her.
“Petulant?” He scoffed.
“And I agree with them. You're blinded by hatred. Whatever is happening, we don’t have time to waste worrying about a man who’s been cleared. You're stuck on him because you hate him.”
“He’s not a man, he’s a-”
“A pathetic little worm?” She smirked. “Yes yes my love, I’ve heard that one before.”
Theo’s gaze sharpened.
“But I think you’ll find worms are pretty spineless and incapable of being threatening, no?”
“Don’t mock me, Jane.”
A curve slid up the corner of her mouth as she stepped closer.
“I can’t help it. you’re just so cute when you’re grumpy.”
“Cute is it?” He said, dangerously softly, his jaw flexing.
He paused for a beat as she leaned closer, hovering her mouth and inch from his.
“Yes. Cute.” She murmured as she brushed over his lips.
He huffed out a slow, calculated smile, his eyes darkening. Jane expected him to soften under her mouth, like he always did. She expected his shoulders to relax, for his palms to cup her face like she was an angel.
He didn’t.
He let her kiss him, once, twice, glaring at her as her smirk grew wider with each taste of his mouth.
Then, his arm flew around her waist, and yanked her up into the air.
“Theo!” She squealed as he carried her under one arm, sweeping from her office and into his own.
His other hand flew backwards, slamming the door shut, the lock sliding into place with a loud click.
“Theo, put me down, I’m serious-” she protested, whacking at his thigh with her fist.
He ignored her, carrying her over to his desk like she weighed absolutely nothing. He hoisted her up onto it, her backside landing with a thud, several parchments folding roughly beneath her.
“What-”
His fingers grabbed at her chin roughly, tilting her jaw up towards his face as he loomed over her, square shouldered and commanding.
“You mock me.” He said with a thin smoothness that was only just covering the growl in his tone. “You defend Gregory.” He snarled the name like it tasted disgusting.
His hand slipped down across her throat as his teeth sunk against her neck, the force making her gasp.
“I-”
“You-” he said snidely, his mouth trailing up to ghost over her ear. “Play games with me. And you like it, don’t you Jane?”
Her breath hitched as he nipped roughly at her earlobe, a growl pushing behind his teeth.
“Of course I like it,” she breathed, her insides curling with heat. “Look at you, so worked up for me… adorable. Are you going to punish me Theo?”
His snarl curled into a wicked smirk against the side of her neck, dragging up her jaw.
“Oh, you think I’m being adorable? My, Jane, you really do need to be taught a lesson in manners, don’t you?”
“So teach me.” She grinned, jerking her face into his to bite at his bottom lip.
Theo hissed sharply, flinching away from her for a beat before grabbing her face and crushing his mouth over hers, not giving her even a second of grace as his lips and tongue slid through hers, like he was trying to devour her.
“This is a punishment?” She teased through the rare gaps that wavered between their mouths.
Theo promptly slid his arm around her back and yanked her forward on the desk, his other hand sliding up her skirt.
He didn’t caress her, he didn’t stop to drag his hand lustfully over the flesh of her thighs as he knew she loved. He went straight for her heat, his fingers ripping at her tights between her legs.
“Oh,” she groaned. “Not another pair of ripped tights. Are you thinking about the tent again Theo?” She taunted, though her rapid heart beat was giving her away, telling him everything he needed to know.
He didn’t speak, just growled into her neck, his teeth nipping roughly over her skin, moving down to bite over her collarbone.
“You think I’ll behave if you’re rough with me, is that it?” She smirked.
“Be quiet.” Theo snarled, still ripping at her tights.
“Do you need help? I’m sure I can-”
Her breath caught into a strained whine as his fingers breached her tights. He pulled her panties aside and abruptly thrust two long, rough fingers into her already slick entrance.
She gasped at the sudden, invasive stretch.
“You act like you’re so in control all the time, don’t you sweetheart? But look at this.” His fingers pulled out and slammed back up into her, drawing a graceless moan from her mouth. “Utterly soaked for me, aren’t you?”
“Theo-” she whined.
“I said be quiet.” Theo growled, pulling his fingers from her pussy and pushing them into her mouth, sliding them over her tongue. Her flushed lips curled around them.
His eyes were a dark hue of satisfaction as he took in her face, blooming with a pink shade of need.
“You’re not going to use this pretty mouth to defend him again, are you?” He demanded, fingers still pushed into her mouth.
She shook her head with a soft whimper.
“That’s what I thought.” Theo purred, slowly pulling his fingers from her mouth and dragging them over her chin, laying a wet path.
His hand on her back slid up to grab her neck as his other sank back down between her legs. He drew his fingers up her wet slit, moving his fingertips over her clit in deliberately rough circles. He smirked as her hips bucked forward, seeking more of his touch.
“So helpless for me,” he laughed as she writhed. “Underneath all that teasing, this is what you really want isn’t it? You want me to take control of you like this.”
He thrust his fingers back into her, pushing in to his knuckles, giving her no time to adjust as he curled them rapidly up into her walls. Jane whimpered as he held her there, pumping his fingers inside of her in a relentless rhythm, circling his thumb rough over her clit, feeling her edge closer to her undoing.
“Yes... please...” she begged.
“Please? Please what Jane?” Theo growled as his fingers fucked her faster.
“Please, I’m going to-”
The hot tension was curling devilishly in her belly, her orgasm starting to crest over her. He felt her fluttering around his finger tips, her hips snapping forward across the desk as she tried to meet her climax.
“I don’t think so my love.” Theo taunted, sliding his fingers from her abruptly, leaving her a whining, dripping mess. He smirked, sliding his fingers through her folds one last time.
“You're cruel,” she groaned, her head flopping back into his hand.
“And you still think you'll get what you want if you beg.”
“I know I will,” she smiled, her tongue sliding over her lips as she eyed him through half shut lids, “you just can't resist.”
“Can't I?” Theo murmured, his voice low in his throat.
“No. You can't resist making me come, can you?”
His answer was a sharp, narrowed gaze.
“You're thinking about it right now aren't you, Theo?” She taunted again, her desire snaking, unable to resist teasing him and the thrill it left her with. “Thinking about me coming on your -”
She squealed as he yanked her off the desk and spun her around, pushing her back down so her chest was flush with the dark veneer. Her breath caught as he pushed himself up against her ass, the hard line of his cock straining in his trousers.
He leaned down over her, his breath pooling hot against her ear.
“You just don't know when to quit, do you sweetheart?” He snarled, pushing himself harder against her. “You really do need a lesson in manners. Well, fortunately I'm here to provide you with one.”
One of his hands was flat on her back, his fingers splayed, holding her there as his other hand shoved her skirt up over her ass and pulled her ripped tights down the back of her thighs. His stomach curled deliciously as he watched the fabric of her panties roll off her flesh, bringing with it a slick line of her wetness that clung to the back of her thigh.
“Oh dear you are a little mess. You're going to take me so well, aren't you?” He murmured into her ear with a soft, commanding snarl that curled at the edges. “Good.”
He ran his fingers up her slit, smirking as her hips pushed back to meet them. He grappled with his belt buckle for a beat before sliding it out and pushing his trousers down just enough to free his heavy, solid cock.
It wasn't intimacy, it was a lesson.
He didn't even shed his coat, refusing to give her any softness in his frustrated, dominating state. He wanted her a begging, unsated mess, knowing exactly who was in control, knowing exactly who's name she should be defending with those lips of hers.
He ran his flushed tip through her, parting her, sending a jolt right through to her core. He sank into her, leaning back to watch her pink flesh part for him obediently.
A rough groan drew from him, pushing in further before drawing himself back. He slammed forward again, setting a punishing rhythm, one hand gripping her ass, the other still holding her down over the desk as he drove his cock into her.
Jane moaned out ungracefully as he fucked her, her face rammed against the desk, her lips pushed open by it. Her hips dragged back and lurched forward with every thrust, deepening him inside of her.
“Look at you, so obedient... what happened to all that teasing, hm? Not so cocky now, are you sweetheart? Taking me so hard, so well.” Theo growled as he sank in faster, his hips rutting forward furiously, each stroke unravelling him a little more.
His office filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their fucking and the broken grunts pushing from Theo's throat. Jane whined louder as the tension started curling blissfully in her core.
“I said, be quiet.” He growled, leaning over her back and pushing his fingers into her mouth.
He dragged the corner of her mouth back, hooking her there, fucking her relentlessly, his muscles spasming with every trapped, caught moan he heard stuck in her mouth behind his grip. Her hips thrust back wildly and he felt her walls pulsing around his cock as she whimpered, her saliva pooling from her open mouth.
“Oh, Jane, are you going to come?” He taunted through his own ragged breaths, his hips snapping forward harder. “What makes you think you can do that, hm?”
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and gripped the back of her neck instead, anchoring her down, holding himself over her as his cock continued sliding ruthlessly into her pussy.
“Theo-” She choked out.
“Hm? what's that?”
“I'm... going to come...” She whimpered as the spring of pleasure tightened dangerously inside of her.
“Ask me.” He demanded. “Beg me for it.”
“Please, please Theo, please let me come...”
“You're right, I do love it when you beg.” He groaned as he drove himself to the hilt with each thrust.
He kept fucking her until he could feel her pulsing harder around him. That threatening, tightening throb that meant she was utterly and completely at his mercy, mere seconds away from her undoing.
Jane moaned against the desk as the wave began cresting, as the pleasure began mounting into something promised.
“Oh, there you are... I can feel it, I can feel you, so close for me. You're about to come aren't you?”
“Fuck... yes... I am, right now I-”
As he felt her clench down around him, he abruptly pulled out of her.
Jane whined, a frustrated desperate sound of unsated need as the pleasure dwindled to nothing but an empty, hollow space between them.
Theo laughed coldly as she writhed, seeking the very last bit of friction that would have unraveled her completely.
“Fuck sake.” She groaned, bumping her forehead against the desk.
“You didn't really think I'd give in that easily, did you?” He taunted, one hand idly stroking his cock as his other lifted her up from the desk. “Though you are so pretty when you beg.”
His fingers dragged up her neck, sheened with a light layer of sweat and flushed pink, his thumb coming to rest on her bottom lip.
“Are you sorry yet?” He purred.
“Will sorry get me off?” She huffed.
He tutted and shook his head, dragging his thumb over her lip. “Now who's being petulant? You weren't so cocky before when you were begging me for it.”
She rolled her eyes, jerking her mouth open to try and catch his thumb in her teeth.
“Oh?” Theo said, amused, pulling his hand away from her mouth. “Not what you're hungry for, my love?”
Her stubborn expression slid into frustration as she stood there, unsatisfied, taunted, dripping with need he refused to fulfil.
“No.” She sighed.
“Well then,” He murmured, leaning back in to her to brush his lips across hers, his hand still drawing lazy strokes over his cock. “Get on your knees, Jane. And then maybe I'll think about letting you come.”
Her lips parted with a soft, anticipatory breath. She swam in his hazy eyes for a beat before obediently falling to her knees in front of him, her face tilted up at him.
“There's my good girl... on her knees. Now, open for me.” Theo purred, sliding his tip along her wet lips.
Jane's stomach lurched with hot desire as she tasted him, rolling her tongue around his head, dragging it over his ridge. Theo drew in a sharp breath as she sank over him, enveloping his shaft in her hot, obedient mouth.
“Hm, fuck.” He groaned, his neck arching back.
His hand bundled up her hair at the back of her head, anchoring her over his cock as he took him faster, deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Theo's head came back down, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he gazed at her perfect, flushed lips gliding fervently over his length.
Jane hummed, her wet lips vibrating over him, sending a shiver up his spine. Arousal pooled hot and urgent from her pussy as she sucked him, tasting herself on his cock.
She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
“That won't work on me this time, Jane,” he huffed, his breaths quickening, sharpening with every pull of her mouth. “You're not getting what you want that easily.”
She doubled her efforts, bobbing her head relentlessly, taking him to the back of her throat, spilling soft gags over him as her eyes welled with tears.
“That's it... that's what this pretty mouth was made for, wasn't it? To take me like this... not to defend him.”
His voice had curled into a low growl, his body flushing with a hot wave of dominance as if he wanted - no, needed - to fuck Gregory's name right out of her mouth.
His hips rutted forward in his frustration, his hand fisting in her hair painfully as he slammed into her mouth, her soft gags turning into rough chokes, her saliva running over her lips and down her chin in a slick, messy path.
The sight of her so at his mercy twisted him into something animal, and he lurched forward a step, forcing her to tilt backwards as one of his hands come down on the edge of his desk, holding himself up, his other still tight in her hair.
Gravity was against her, but it didn't matter, Theo was utterly gone in his haze, fucking her mouth as he held her there, every grunt becoming more broken, more urgent as he came apart. He was wordless, just a mess of noises and expletive thoughts landing in her head as all of his frustration narrowed in to the world of her mouth.
With a violent shudder and a growl that tore from deep in his chest, he sank deep and spilled into her throat, his every nerve firing with bliss, his cock spasming with every scorching pulse of his orgasm.
Jane gagged at the force, spluttering over him, her face a mess of tears and saliva and him. She swallowed what she could, ever his good girl, and let him soak in her mouth until he pulled out and sank to his knees to join her.
His chest rose in ragged, rough breaths. His eyes closed and his brow knitted down as he relaxed his hand in her hair and stroked the back of her head gently.
Jane wiped her mouth, her tear-streaked cheeks, watching him as his entire being relaxed onto the rug.
“Jesus,” She huffed, wiping her smudged mascara on the edges of her sleeves. “I've never seen you get so worked up over Greg-”
“Don't.” He croaked, his eyes snapping open to glare at nothing in particular.
“He really does make you feral.” She chuckled.
“No, sweetheart, you do.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I'm done thinking about Gregory. I'm done hearing his name in your mouth. It was made for better things.”
He leaned over to dance his lips across hers, an oddly tender contrast to his demeanor of only minutes ago.
“Consider my mouth entirely yours,” She grinned, taking his jaw in her hands to pull him in.
“I should think so.” He murmured.
“And now?” She said slyly, raising her eyebrows.
“Now what?”
Jane scoffed. Her shoulders dropped as she leaned back. “You said you'd think about-”
He answered with a wicked, cold smirk.
“Oh my god. Are you serious?”
“Utterly, darling.”
“You're not - you're just going to-”
“What, tease you? Frustrate you?” He smirked.
Jane's lips parted in disbelief.
“Look at you, so worked up for me… adorable.” He mimicked, his mouth in a wide grin as she sat there, flustered and frustrated and unsated.
“Wow.” She huffed, her eyes narrowing in on his playful face.
“Are you sorry now?”
“Fine, yes, I'm sorry.” She groaned, rolling her eyes. “I'll never tease you again. I'll never rile you up again.”
“Liar.”
A smile played over her irritated expression as he eyed her.
“Yes.”
“I know you too well, my love.”
“Well then you know I'll get you back for this, don't you?”
Theo shook his head, his messed strands of blonde swinging softly.
“The ever turning wheel of revenge... I look forward to being at your mercy again.” He grinned, brushing another kiss over her lips. “Now, get back to work, before I write you up.”
“For what?” She snapped, getting to her feet, tidying her hair back up into a somewhat presentable bun.
“Disgraceful workplace conduct.”
She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers, repairing the split in her tights. The fabric knitted together with a soft sound. She stepped pointedly over Theo, still lazed back on the rug.
He grabbed her ankle as she went, making her stumble and squeak softly as she tried to keep her balance.
“Wait,” he said, his tone having slipped into something warm.
“Yes?” She said hopefully, heart kicking.
He gazed up at her for a moment, the bright blue of his irises swimming in hers. “I love you.”
“I love you to, Theo.” She sighed, bending down to plant a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead before striding out of his office, her heels clipping across the floor.
***
Theo, wake up.
Jane's voice drifted onto him as light as a petal, landing in his ears, brushing against his bare chest. He opened his eyes into the darkness of the bedroom.
“Jane?” He groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows, squinting into the dark.
His fingers wrapped around the lamp chain and pulled. Jane’s space was empty, the covers thrown back. He slid out of bed, stretching before plodding sleepily across the landing and down the stairs.
The house was warm, dark, filled with the scent of fresh roses. He felt floaty, walking through the living room half-asleep, following the warm light that was spilling from the conservatory.
He could see her ankle, hanging from the bench seat. As he rounded the corner he saw her calf, her thigh, the silk of her dress.
“Jane?”
Just as he stepped into the warm light of the conservatory, the front door flew open with a loud bang. He lurched with fright, turning sharply towards it.
“Shit-” he clutched his stomach briefly as the panic flipped through him. He took a deep breath as he turned back to the light.
She was gone.
“Jane?” He frowned.
A frigid wind picked up and gusted through the door, throwing loose petals across the entranceway. As he moved closer the wind picked up into a howling gust, barreling into him. He shoved the door closed, his heart hammering against his chest.
The warm light of the conservatory extinguished as he faced it, dousing the house in an inky blackness.
Come find me.
“Jane?” He called out, voice growing urgent. “Jane?!”
The sound of her laughter swirled around his head, the brightness spinning into something sinister as it went. He ran back up the stairs and into the bedroom doorway.
He froze.
He was looking at himself, sitting on the bed. His hair was a mess, his hands were cradling his head. His face was contorted, blotchy and tear stained, shoulders bent forward in despair.
Can you hear me?
Her voice was coming from behind him. He spun back around, leaning over the railing.
“Jane?!”
Nothing.
He groaned, rubbing the heel of his hand to his forehead. “What the fuck...”
The air felt heavy, pulling against his every nerve.
Then, he felt a touch on his shoulder. A soft, gentle fingertip. A slow, rhythmic tap.
He froze as it suddenly dug hard in to him, a sharp fingernail dragging down over his skin. He hissed and turned around slowly.
His heartbeat calmed for a moment as the moonlight streamed through the window, throwing a cool shade of silver across her face.
“There you are, Jane, I-”
He stuttered. His stomach twisted the longer he looked at her. Her face was wrong, her smile was sinister. Her eyes were dark, empty voids.
“Jane?”
She was silent. Silent and grinning.
Everything was silent. Her breath. His heartbeat. The usual hooting of the owls in the night.
The silence was a weighted thing, pressing hard against his ears.
Then, she shrieked.
Can you hear me now?
Theo yelled himself awake, lurching up in bed. His heart was hammering so fast he felt a hot wave of nausea accompany it as it beat brutally against his chest.
The morning light was bright behind the curtains, spilling real warmth into the bedroom. His mouth was dry, his head aching.
He inhaled a deep, shaky breath, rubbing his head as he tried to shake the nightmare from his mind.
He plodded down the stairs and through the house. It was bright and warm, alive with the sounds of morning birdsong. He sunk back a large glass of water and looked out the living room window.
Jane was sitting at the little white table between the rose bushes, book in one hand, the other spinning an idle finger through the air over her coffee. A spoon spun on it's own beneath her, swirling in the rich, steaming liquid.
She looked up as she heard his footfalls along the stone.
“You look rough.” She chuckled.
“Bad dream,” Theo sighed, rubbing his head again. His gaze trailed from her face to her book.
“Have you not read that one to death?”
“The spine is still intact, so no.”
“Not for long.” He nodded at the worn, severely creasing edge.
Jane tilted it towards her and slid her fingers over the rough, deep wrinkles set into it. “There's nothing wrong with it.”
“It's barely holding onto life.”
“It's well loved.”
Theo huffed out a quiet laugh as he sank down at the table opposite her.
“Go on then, tell me what this bad dream was about.” She said, her voice soft and sincere.
Theo sighed. “You were there, but then you weren't. I saw myself at one point. And I could hear you but, I couldn't find you. It was just... weird. You turned up at the end looking like something out of a horror movie.”
“You could hear me?”
Theo nodded.
“What did I say?”
“Well, I think you told me to wake up. To come find you. Something like that.”
Jane's eyebrows flicked up a fraction, her teeth imprinting a small line into her bottom lip.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. It's just... interesting. Strange.” She sipped her coffee as he studied her.
“Yes... so why do you feel so excited?” He asked curiously, his eyes moving over every inch of her face.
“What do you mean?”
“You're excited. I can feel it coming off of you from here.”
She curled her lips over her teeth and shook her head casually.
“Maybe I'm just excited to see you.”
“Jane, please.”
She shrugged and sipped her coffee again, her lips curving into a smile. “What, shouldn't I be?”
He huffed out a sigh. “You're maddening.”
She grinned, taking in the softness of his appearance. His hair was gently mussed, feathered around his sculpted face. The morning sun shone streaks across his bare chest, dipping shadows over the lines of his lean torso.
“And you're beautiful,” she sighed. “Sometimes I think you're too beautiful to be real.”
A breathy laugh fell from his lips as he rolled his eyes. She stood up and moved toward him, settling her hand over his jaw as he looked up at her through those big, bright blue eyes.
He leaned into her belly, his hands anchoring over her hips as he peppered her bump with affectionate kisses.
“That's you, sweetheart,” he murmured into the pink satin of her nightgown as his mouth moved from her belly to her hips, his nose nuzzling against her.
Jane's stomach flickered with butterflies as his breath fell through the satin and whispered over her skin. Her eyes closed softly, a quiet calm washing through her at his touch, the sweetness of the birdsong, the steady shining of the warming sun on her skin.
“So beautiful,” Theo breathed, his hands slipping from her hips and pathing down her thighs.
“I was... cruel the other day.” His eyes were closed as he kept kissing over her, his mouth falling lower until it was moving over the soft crease of her thigh over the satin.
“Mm, a little.” She mumbled quietly.
He gazed up at her, his eyebrows held high and remorseful.
“Okay, more than a little.” She sighed.
“Let me make it up to you, Jane. Right now, here.” His hands slipped up the back of her nightgown, fingertips kneading into the back of her thighs. “Please.”
His kisses were devotion, each one a gentle, perfect claiming.
“We'll be late...”
“That didn't sound convincing.” He mumbled against her.
“It wasn't meant to.”
He laughed and pushed the satin up her thighs. His mouth laid over them in a soft, wet trail. Tiny sounds drew from her lips as he moved higher, kissing and nipping at her skin, his nose sliding against her as he went.
Her hand threaded into his hair, still mussed from his fraught sleep. The way he was worshipping her, clinging to her, told her that he needed this just as much as she did.
“Spread your legs for me, my love... just a little.” He pleaded softly.
She obeyed. His mouth claimed her inner thighs, spilling warm breath and tiny whimpers against her as he trailed upwards. Her breath hitched as his mouth laid over the fabric of her panties. The heat of his lips sent a curl of pleasure straight to her core, making her hips draw forward, seeking more.
Theo kissed and sucked over the shape of her until she was trembling with ache, desperately sliding against his mouth, against her slick on the fabric between them.
“Taste me, Theo,” she breathed, her hand still tangling through his hair.
He didn’t waste a second, his fingers hooking and drawing down her panties, pulling them to her knees as he kept his face in her heat.
The first lap of his tongue was slow, deliberate, drawing over every slick crease of her. He groaned at her taste, his hands digging harder into her thighs as his insides snaked with lust.
Jane whined and bucked as his he delved through her pussy, claiming every drop of her, his wet lips sucking and popping, his silky tongue sliding from her entrance to her clit to draw circles over it.
“Hm, yes, you like that don’t you sweetheart?” Theo hummed against her cunt, the vibration of his lips sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
She whimpered helplessly as he lapped faster, messier, his hands kneading and digging into her ass, anchoring her against his face. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips writhing, rolling against his mouth.
“The way you taste… god, Jane… it’s intoxicating.” He groaned.
Her moans were frantic now, falling out of her into the birdsong and the pastel blooms around them. The sunlight glimmered in Theo's hair as he undid her piece by blissful piece.
“That’s it my love,” Theo coaxed, sucking and popping his lips over her swollen clit. “Come on my mouth, let me taste all of you.” He begged.
Jane whined his name, her hips bucking faster, her orgasm barreling towards her, an unstoppable wave.
“Come for me, please…”
He circled his tongue furiously over her clit and she tumbled ungracefully over the edge. She came against his face, her hand fisting up in his hair as she shuddered and cried out. Her pussy surged with slick as the exquisite waves of pleasure pulsed through her.
“Oh god, yes, just like that, my good girl…” Theo whined, sliding his tongue through her to gather every drop of her arousal, licking through her aftershocks in slow, worshipful laps.
Jane breathed raggedly as she tilted his head back. A small whine of protest left him as he leaned back from her heat. Her eyes were heavy lidded, hazy as she took him in. His flushed face, his slick mouth and chin, covered in her.
“Look at you,” she breathed. “So pretty when you’re covered in me.”
He grinned and kissed over her thighs, leaving a wet trail before his fingers followed and pulled her panties softly back up.
“I wish we had all day.” Theo groaned, standing up, his hands moving over her hips and settling at her waist.
He kissed her tenderly, affection and longing and lust all rolled between his lips.
“We have all night.” Jane grinned into his mouth.
“I fear I'm going to think of little else all day.” Theo sighed, resting his forehead against hers, running his hand up the back of her neck to cradle her head.
“I have that meeting as well.” He groaned. “I’ll have to keep you waiting longer than usual sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be here waiting for you. Probably with no clothes on...” She smiled, nipping his lip playfully. “Now, come, or we will be late.”
Theo sighed as she broke from him and walked back into the house. His eyes lingered, following her, the curve of her back, the line of her legs as they moved gracefully across the path.
He picked up her book before following her. His thumb trailed over the embossed title.
Oddities of Mind Magic.
His eyebrows knitted softly. Why was she so invested in this book again? His telepathy was so old at this point it was almost boring. In fact he talked to her with his thoughts almost the same amount as he talked to her normally.
His mind reeled back to her oddly placed excitement earlier. The way she lit up when he spoke of hearing her.
But he’d been dreaming, not listening. Hadn't he?
Had that really been her? Sitting in the roses in the morning sun, beckoning him awake from his nightmare? Opening their psychic tether on the other end, Jane’s thoughts in his head?
His heart kicked as he curled the book into his hand.
***
Theo materialized on the driveway, his shoes hitting the gravel with a uniform crunch in the darkening evening light.
He could land on the porch step. He could land inside, if he wanted to.
But he liked the walk. He liked listening to the soft rippling of the pond and the gentle night rustling through the cherry blossom tree arching over the gravel.
He liked imagining Jane inside with every step that he took. And tonight, he needed her more than ever.
He was running on wisps, utterly drained. Entirely sick of hearing about the incidents of dark magic. Sick of toiling over suspicions that everyone seemed to ignore. Sick of stressing about the tattered state of the Black Ravens treasury.
The meeting had wrung him out. Another night of too many opinions and not enough air. The world was softer here. Settled and warm, the night fragrant with damp earth and blooming jasmine. It helped ease the tension in his head.
But only Jane could ease it entirely.
As he rounded the front garden, he noticed.
No golden glow of light spilling from the windows. No sound of her gentle, classical music.
The house was dark.
Theo felt it around his throat first.
As soon as he stepped onto the porch step. A thin wire of dread wrapping itself around his pulse.
His footsteps echoed hollow through the doorway.
The house wasn't just dark, it was silent. Empty. Cold in a way that made the golden, flushed glow of spring outside the windows feel like a cruel illusion. Cold in a way that didn't belong to them.
“Jane?”
No answer. No footsteps. No turning of parchment or the sliding down of a thick book.
He stared into every dark room, and nothing but emptiness stared back. He checked his watch again. It was late, far too late.
The wire tightened around his throat. Jane wasn't late.
Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit takes Y/n, he holds her mind captive while caring for her in his home.
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Suddenly, a woman's scream pierced the quiet woods. I drew my dagger and ran in her direction.
Legolas' body reacts before his mind fully processes the sound, the scream, sharp and terrified, slicing through the peaceful woods. In an instant, he's moving. No hesitation. No thought of danger, just instinct; a prince trained in battle since childhood, kicking into action.
He sprints after you, drawing his slender elven blade from its sheath in one fluid motion. Silver light glints off the steel as trees blur around them. His heart pounds, but not with fear for himself, but concern for whoever screamed... and what might be threatening them. The tranquil walk is over.
Up ahead, 3 orcs cornered a mother and a small child on the path. I ran and jumped on the back of the one closest to me, drawing my blade across its throat. It dropped to the ground, holding its neck as it bled out.
Legolas sees the scene flash in a split second; the orcs, hulking and foul, looming over a trembling woman clutching her child. One of them is already turning toward you as you leap as if wind were given form. Your dagger flashes, quick, precise, and the nearest Orc falls, throat slit before it can even roar. Without missing a beat...Legolas charges.
In one graceful arc, he lunges at the second Orc with his blade, elven steel slicing through grime-coated armor. The creature staggers but doesn't die instantly; Legolas follows up fast—a second strike to its chest.
The third whirls around with a crude axe raised. I tackled the Orc to the ground, but he rolled on top of me, straddling my arms at my side and raising his axe to strike.
Legolas sees it: your body pinned, the Orc looming over you with a gnarled axe raised high, ready to crush your skull.
Time slows.
His blood turns cold for you. Wren. The one who trusted him. Shared her loneliness. Was finally getting answers.
In a flash of silver and fury...He leaps. With elven speed honed by years of training and battle instinct, he closes the distance in less than a breath and slams his full weight into the Orc's side. The impact knocks the creature sideways off you with brutal force.
I rolled with the force of Legolas' tackle, this time rolling onto the Orc and driving my dagger into his eye socket.
The Orc jerks once, then collapses, lifeless, beneath you; a gruesome but effective kill.
Legolas rolls to his feet in the same motion, blade still raised, scanning for threats. One Orc down from your attack. One dead by his strike. The third? Dead.
The woman and child are crouched against a tree, safe now, but wide-eyed with terror. For a breathless second... silence returns to the woods. Only heavy breathing and rustling leaves fill the air. Then Legolas turns to you, not to judge your violence (necessary), not to scold (it saved lives), just checking: "Are you hurt?"
"I don't think so." I scrambled to my feet and rushed to the woman and child. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I caressed the small boy's cheek, looking for signs of injury. The woman is pale, her hands trembling as she clutches the small boy, no older than five summers. Her eyes are wide with shock and lingering fear, but no blood stains her clothes or his.
"No," she whispers shakily. "They... they just grabbed us. The little one started crying..." She pulls the child closer instinctively as you gently check his face, the soft cheeks untouched by violence, no bruises yet from rough hands. The boy sniffles, still scared, but looks at you with huge, trusting eyes now that the monsters are gone.
Legolas steps forward quietly behind you, trying not to intrude on your moment of comfort, but standing guard like a sentinel in case more threats come.
I took the woman's hands between mine. "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"
The woman stares at your hands. They were gentle, steady, holding hers with such kindness that it seemed to unravel something in her. For a moment, she can't speak. She's been running on fear for minutes. Tears well up.
"No... no," she finally says softly, "I'm not hurt." She squeezes your hands back, grateful beyond words, not just for the rescue, but for how you're treating her: not as a victim to be questioned or scolded. Her voice cracks slightly. "You saved us."
I laughed gently. "Hardly that. Here..." I pulled out a small knife that I carried for various reasons. It wasn't a fighting weapon, but it would do. I handed it over to her. "Take this. And on your next stop, buy a sword. Ask the blacksmith for someone who can train you in swordsmanship."
The woman stares at the knife in your hand, small, simple, not a weapon of war... but still steel. A tool that could defend her child.
Her breath hitches. No one has given her anything like this before, not out of kindness, not freely. With trembling fingers, she takes it from you and holds it close to her chest like something sacred. "Thank you," she whispers. Her voice was thick with emotion. "I... I will find a blacksmith tomorrow."
"Go, continue with your heads held high. Show no fear."I smiled at her.
The woman nods, her shoulders squaring slightly, your words giving her a quiet strength. She lifts the boy into her arms and starts walking down the mossy path, clutching your knife in one hand like armor.
Legolas watches them go, their small figures growing smaller between trees until they vanish around a bend. Only then does he exhale. The tension in his body eases. The battle adrenaline fades. He turns to you, studying your face, finding the calm after violence, the gentle firmness that had comforted strangers so effortlessly. Without speaking yet...he simply looks at you.
"What on the gods' green Middle-Earth are Orcs doing this far North?" I knelt beside a corpse, looking for a sign of where they may have come from.
Legolas frowns deeply, his expression turning grim. Orcs this far north, so close to the peaceful villages of the Woodland Realm? That's not normal. They're usually confined to darker lands: Mordor, deep caves in the Misty Mountains... or sometimes roaming near human settlements. But here?
This is elf territory. Ancient woods. A quiet life. His mind races with implications, none good.
"Either they wandered too far by mistake," he says slowly, "or someone sent them." A cold thought follows: "Orcs don't travel alone unless commanded."
"Scouts?" My eyes filled with worry.
Legolas nods; slowly, grimly. "Scouts," he confirms, "or worse... a patrol. If they're this far north, it means someone is pushing their borders. Testing the edge of elven lands." His jaw tightens. Orc patrols usually come in larger groups, not just three like these. These might've been separated from a bigger force... or sent ahead to scout for weak points: villages, supply routes, unguarded paths.
"If there are more out there," he says quietly, "we need to warn the guards at the village."
"Let's." I took off at a steady run. There was no telling if we were already too late.
Legolas doesn't hesitate; he breaks into a sprint beside you, his long elven legs matching your pace easily. The trees blur as you both race down the winding forest path, boots thudding against earth and roots. No words now. Just urgency.
The village is an hour away on foot, but that's too long if orcs are already moving in force. If these three were scouts... others could be closer by now. Closing in on homes, children, and elders who can't fight. Legolas pushes faster with focused speed, the kind only trained warriors can sustain for hours at a time. At our pace, we reached the village in half an hour. We arrived to see an all-out battle taking place between the city's guards and a horde of Orcs that were trying to penetrate the city walls.
"No!" I screamed. I pulled my wind to me as Legolas, and I attacked from behind, allowing the city guards to push their frontline back.
The village is chaos, flames lick the thatched roofs, arrows fly in all directions, and orcs pour over the walls like a black tide. Guards, mostly elves armed with bows and short swords, are holding the line... but barely. Then you arrive.
And with you, the wind answers.
A sudden gale erupts from your body, not gentle this time, but fierce. A roaring blast of air slams into a cluster of orcs scaling the wall. They're ripped backward like leaves in a storm, crashing to the ground below or flung entirely out of reach.
Legolas doesn't waste a second. He sprints forward beside you, blade flashing, and cuts down an orc that had just scrambled up after your gust knocked it off balance. Together? You become fire and fury: he slices through enemies; you use bursts of wind to clear space for others. Within minutes, dozens of orcs lie dead.
Legolas exchanges swift words with the captain of the guards, an elf in bloodied silver armor, his face streaked with soot and sweat. The captain reports: no banners, no markings on uniforms... but their weapons are crude yet well-made. Not random orcs. These were organized. Trained.
And they came from the east; beyond the Misty Mountains, possibly from a stronghold that had been quiet for years. While Legolas gathers information...you kneel among fallen bodies, checking tunics, belts, any symbol or insignia burned into steel or cloth.
"There's nothing," I told Legolas as he made his way back to me, "There's nothing that tells us where they've come from. Does the guard know anything?"
Legolas frowns, shaking his head as he steps back to you. The guard had no answers, either, no banners, no sigils on armor or weapons—just standard issue for an orc warband: crude axes, iron-tipped spears... nothing distinctive.
"Nothing," he confirms quietly. "No symbols of Mordor." That was strange and troubling. Orcs usually serve a lord: Sauron's remnants in the east? But these... they came from somewhere new. Or worse, they were acting independently. And that meant chaos.
"It seems they've got the fires out. Hopefully, that's all the excitement they'll see today." I watched as men climbed roofs to toss water on the fires.
Legolas watches the village guards finally contain the flames, buckets of water passed from hand to hand, elves dousing burning thatch and straw—the smoke thins. Panic eases. The worst is over. No more orcs are scaling the walls. Not yet, anyway. The bodies scattered around suggest this was a single assault wave... not a siege. He exhales deeply; the kind of breath you take after surviving battle.
"Let's hope so," he says softly. "This village isn't fortified for long warfare." His eyes scan the damaged gates, broken fences... homes with charred edges where fire licked too close. A quiet anger stirs in him at whoever sent these monsters into peaceful lands.
"I'm sure your father will want to know about this. Shouldn't you go to him?" I asked urgently.
Legolas stiffens slightly at the mention of his father. Thranduil would definitely want to know immediately. An orc raid this close? Unprecedented in recent centuries. But the thought of leaving now... after all that just happened...He hesitates.
You'd fought beside him and saved lives together. The village is still recovering, and you're right here, standing amid smoke and wreckage, a Wind Elf who answered chaos with power.
And yet...Duty calls.
A prince can't ignore an attack on elven land, not when it might be part of something bigger: invasion? Espionage?
"Yes," he says finally. "I should go." He looks at you, not wanting to leave so soon.
I bowed my head at him. "I'm sure this won't be the last time we meet."
Legolas sees the bow and the quiet respect in it. Something warm blooms in his chest. He doesn't feel like royalty right now... just a fellow fighter who stood beside you in fire and blood. And yet, your words... They sound like hope.
He doesn't return a formal bow. He steps forward instead, closing the small distance between you, and gently places his hand on your shoulder. A real touch. Not princely distance, but camaraderie.
"Wren," he says softly, "you're right." Then—a small smile. "I'll find you again." With that promise hanging between them, he turns and breaks into a swift run toward the castle.
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