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notes: a request from @redeemer46 'some down and dirty Alucard smut would be equally appreciated. One shot if you have the time.' My love for fangs really jumped out in this one AHAHA and I'm glad to have the chance to write a chase scene with him - who would pass up the opportunity to be disadvantaged in a chase with a vampire? Not me <3
pairing: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader
word count: 5.7k
warnings: NSFW content, smut, fang kink, hand kink, praise kink, riding, missionary
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A chase through the castle
The idea had originally come from a friendly competition between the two of you. Both of you had left to forage together that day but had been caught in the rain, having to run back through the trees as the heavens opened up above you.
“Race you there!” You had called with a playful grin before sprinting out of the treeline and towards the castle steps. You had pushed the door open and held it there while Alucard stepped in after you, making you scowl at him. “You didn’t even try!” You protested.
“No, you just won.” He replied with a little smirk and the flash of his fangs made your heart soar. Alucard, no, Adrian – you were still getting used to using his name as opposed to his title, something he had insisted you do after you remained with him at Dracula’s Castle and the Belmont Hold to help him mourn – had confided in you that he was insecure of his smile for the fangs that reminded him of the man he came from: Vlad Dracula Tepes. You had pushed his hair away from his face in the light of the fireplace and told him how you adored his smile all the more for his fangs. He had not fallen victim to the oppressive power that many of half his race came to abuse, he had used his vampiric abilities in a heart-shattering fight to protect humanity. Likewise, he was not prone to the selfishness of the other half of his race and had killed his own father to prevent a genocide. He was the best of the two worlds he came from and his fangs were a reminder of that, not a testimony to his father’s cruelty. You had been wiping tears from his golden eyes shortly after those words tumbled from your mouth.
It wasn’t too difficult for him to see your feelings for him after such a heartfelt confession of how you viewed him. You felt beyond blessed to find out that he returned them.
“I want a serious race next time!” You poked his chest as the doors closed behind the two of you – would you ever get used to the castle’s mysterious balance of science and magic?
“You would lose every time in a serious race.” He quipped, heading for the stairs, and you frowned as you followed him towards the kitchen.
“I might just surprise you.” You threw back, tilting your chin upwards.
“We shall see.” He hummed and you could tell he was trying to dismiss your claim.
“Indeed, we shall.”
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That evening, after a long day of boarding up shattered windows in the castle and after the two of you worked together to make dinner, Alucard had insisted on doing the dishes and you decided to run him a bath. You poured a soothing lavender oil into the hot water and lit various candles around the room, casting the bathroom in a warm glow. By the time Adrian entered the bedroom that the two of you had come to share in the past few weeks, everything was prepared for him and you insisted on sitting on a stool behind the copper tub to lather his golden hair in a honey-scented soap. Your hands worked the muscles of his neck, shoulders and upper arms, soothing out any knots and watching his body melt further into the hot water in relaxation. You left him to enjoy the remaining heat, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead as you announced you would be getting changed for bed.
It’s not a complete lie. You thought as you hung up your clothes from that day and slipped on a sheer white nightdress that hugged your breasts and flowed freely around the rest of your body. The straps over your shoulders tied together with ribbons in little bows, slits in the lace-cuffed sleeves revealing your shoulders and the neckline dipped low over your breasts. The skirt began beneath your bust and wrapped around your body once and then half way, the split in the material not revealing the skin beneath unless you were to reach into the folds of the fabric and push it open from the front. The skirt stopped just above your knee and had a dainty lace trim, much like the socks which you kept on, not wanting your feet to get cold.
A part of you was tempted to put on some alluring perfume but it would only make it easier for Adrian, who would already have many advantages, so you opted against it. You took out a note that you had hidden at the back of the desk drawer, placing it upon his pillow with a mischievous grin as you pulled the ribbon from your hair, letting your locks tumble about your face. The letter read as follows:
Dearest Adrian,
We said that we would see who would win in a serious race and I have decided to propose a more interesting offer: a chase. There are a few rules: the chase cannot leave the castle, hiding places are permitted, vampiric abilities are not prohibited but are also not to be abused. The winner decides what they would like as a prize, within reason, of course. Good luck.
–Your Y/n.
With that laid out, you ran out of the bedroom and through the corridors, up winding staircases and into a hidden passageway you had found recently in a study. You would wait here until you were sure Alucard was looking for you. There was a large grin on your face that you couldn’t bite back, no matter how hard you tried, and you sat on the floor with your back to the wall as you waited, knowing you should give it at least 10-15 minutes before assuming that the chase had begun.
You left the door to the passage just slightly ajar so that you could glimpse at the old grandfather clock on the opposite wall, keeping track of the time. You felt as though you suddenly had the impatience of a child who was being made to wait for dessert. But it would be worth it, you just knew that, regardless of who won, this would be beyond thrilling.
The time passed by and you decided that now would be appropriate to start wandering around. The waiting had only been to preserve your energy, after all.
Dracula’s castle was beautiful in your eyes. It was extravagant and gothic and imposing, much like its creator. Did it suit Alucard? Perhaps not but maybe the combination of the castle and the hold would suit him once the two of you got things running in better shape.
The doorways arched above you and there was rarely a corridor without an intricately carved ceiling, statues and paintings lining the walls, tapestries hanging from rails, heavy velvet curtains framing leaded windows. More often than not, the floors were covered in patterned carpets and you were thankful for them as it would be easier to run on carpet in just socks than it would be to run on stone or a polished wooden floor. There were the occasional bloodstains that you were dreading having to scrub out with vinegar, like you had done to so many other fabrics in this castle, or the deep stain causing you to have to throw out such finery altogether.
You kept an ear out for Adrian’s footsteps wherever you went, not wanting to just accidentally run into him and ruin the chase before it could even begin. You paused for a while to gaze out of two big French style doors which led out to a balcony, enjoying the view of the tranquil spring night. There were only a few clouds sparsely dotted across the sky that was twinkling with stars, light from a not-quite-full moon pouring in through the doors and bathing you in its silvery glow.
“Y/n, we both know I’m going to catch you!” Adrian’s voice called in the distance from your right and your face lit up with that childish grin once more as you took off in the opposite direction, your lack of shoes making you all the quieter as you traversed through the halls.
Alucard’s vampiric abilities weren’t off the table in this chase, he also had the advantage of growing up here but you were a strategic thinker and already had various ways of throwing him off.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself!” You called back before slipping behind a tapestry and pushing the hidden door behind it, silently shutting it behind you and using what you assumed had once been servant’s passages to make your way down a floor. Perfect! Now he would be looking for you in an entirely different location! You had to withhold an excited squeal as you made your way to the dance hall. The ceiling was a brilliant glass dome and the floor was decorated with various constellations that Adrian had told you all about one night. You, however, were much more interested in the harpsichord. There were many entrances to hidden passages in this room, once more you assumed for the servants who would wait on the guests of whatever dances were held here. You would play a melody, knowing that the instrument would be loud enough for Alucard to hear, and then make your way through one of the passages.
You kept the song short and sweet, knowing that it would put you at a disadvantage to not be able to hear him coming over the loud music. You shot up from the stool when you thought you had given him ample time to hear you playing before one of the doors creaked open just as you were slipping into a passage. Adrian’s golden eyes landed on you and a surge of adrenaline rushed through your body. He was dressed in loose cotton trousers and a night shirt to match, the front of it mostly unlaced to reveal his toned chest and the pink scar that slashed across it.
“You’ve been using the passageways.” He narrowed his eyes at you, both an accusation and a praise for your creativity. He hadn’t even known that you were aware of them.
“I never said they were against the rules.” You quipped back before slamming the door shut and sliding the little bolt across the door, running through the dim passageway, glad for the candles along the walls which seemed to light themselves: again, magic or science? You could never tell the difference or where the lines blurred between this place. It was easier to accept Adrian’s philosophy of them being two sides of the same coin at times like this.
Enough about self-lighting candles, you needed to plan out your route. There was a slight rush of cold air in the passage and you knew that it meant another one of the doors would have been opened somewhere. Again: he had the advantage of knowing this place better than you, he likely thought that you had no idea where you were going–
And you would let him believe that.
You quickly pivoted on your foot and began running back the way you came, unbolting the door and closing it behind you before running across the dance hall and making your way through the door that Adrian had left open. Where to now? You could head towards the library, lurk around in the shelter that the various aisles of books provided you for a while. There were various entrances and exits so it seemed like a wise choice. You could take a little breather there and continue on. What you didn’t know, though, was where all of the passage entrances were in that room. You would need to be cautious if Adrian was still roaming around between the walls.
You made your way into the library through one of the more discreet doorways, as opposed to the grand ones with a carved image of what appeared to be classic scholars engaged in debate. You let yourself finally slow to a walk, allowing yourself to catch your breath and calm down, running your fingertips silently along the spines of books on the ground floor before something felt off. You weren’t tired, so why did your footsteps sound so heavy? You paused, took five steps. Two steps. Too heavy.
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you turned around and looked up to see Adrian walking upon the shelf you were running your fingers along, mere paces behind you. He held up his boots in his hand to show that he had noticed your quiet trick of foregoing shoes, flashing that gorgeous fanged smile. You let out a squeal that melted into a laugh as you hurried off, dropping to the ground to slide under a table just as a wind rushed past you in a flash of red. You spun straight around to vault back over the table and made your way out of the nearest door, fleeing down the corridor and grabbing onto door frames to swing yourself around them, taking the most nonsensical route to try and throw him off. Where had he come from? Another hidden passage most likely.
Where to next? Where wouldn’t he suspect? You bit your lip in thought as you continued running.
“No!” You exclaimed, a grin across your lips when he appeared at the end of the next corridor that you threw yourself into and you had little choice but to turn back. Think! Where could you go? You considered the lab for a moment before remembering all of the broken glass that was yet to be cleaned up with all the shattered windows having been your priority to keep out any roaming night creatures. He could have caught you by now, snatched you up in a blur of red but he wasn’t using his special abilities. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as you were. You were coming up on the end of a balcony that ran along the edge of the upper floor of a hall and there was a floor-to-ceiling window up ahead which caused the separation in the balconies.
Oh, you hoped that this didn’t end badly. No longer hearing Adrian’s running footsteps behind you, you threw yourself over the edge and caught onto the heavy curtain, quickly letting yourself down and trying to still the fabric before running across the room to hide behind a suit of armour, watching where you had just taken your little leap of faith.
Alucard skidded to a halt in the doorway before pursing his lips and turning back around, likely assuming that you had gone in a different direction. You smiled triumphantly. Where to now?
The guest room that you had originally stayed in when the four of you – you, Adrian, Trevor and Sypha – had all been living in the castle at once before the other two set off on their monster hunting honeymoon. You could catch another breather there after such an intense burst in your little chase. Just as you made your way up the stairs that would take you to the floor you had just descended from, your eyes caught a flash of gold and you turned to see Adrian standing in the doorway that you thought he had long since passed through when you last saw him.
Gasping, you burst into another sprint, beginning to feel all this running take a toll on you; this castle was big! You ran for what felt like 10 minutes, panting after running down just about every other hall you came across, before you realised you could no longer hear him behind you. When had those footsteps stopped? You spun around to look behind you but there was no one on your trail.
Then there was a light tug on your hair.
You spun around but no one was there either. This castle had always felt haunted, was that true?
Another tug.
You tilted your head back, looking up to find Alucard floating upside down above you, a lock of your hair tangled around one of his slender fingers.
“Boo.” Before you could react, he fell upon you and you were pushed to the floor under his weight, straddling your hips to pin you down. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but he merely grabbed your wrists, holding them together and pinning them to your chest with just one hand as he leaned down over you, golden hair falling around the both of you like a curtain. “I do believe I’ve won.” He smiled and you admittedly felt more thrilled than you did upset. His eyes were blown wide, pupils eclipsing his golden irises, his free hand stroking some hair away from your face as he took in your flushed appearance, panting from so much running, fuelled by the excitement of knowing he was chasing you.
“And?” You raised a brow, fully aware of the terms that you had laid down.
“And?” He raised a blonde brow in return, his expression exaggerated enough to let you know that he was teasing you before confusion was replaced with realisation, “Ah, yes, I do believe that the winner gets a prize of their choosing. Now… what do I want?” He leaned back, sitting up and tilting his head to the side in thought, biting down on his lower lip which made you want to pull him down to kiss you. “Perhaps my lover, pinned underneath me in a very appealing negligee–” His eyes fell back on you, “Oh! How convenient.”
“Just that?” You quizzed, trying to reach up to pull him down to you but to no avail with the way his hand was pinning yours down, “No activities to follow?”
“What a brilliant suggestion…” The fingertips of his freehand skimmed across the pulse in your neck, “Yes, I suppose I could think of a few.”
“You suppose?” You arched a brow, a teasing smile on your lips, chest still heaving from so much running.
“Yes…” He murmured in reply as he leaned down once more, breath fanning across your lips. Up close like this, he smelled of the lavender and honey that you had scented his bath with and it made you inhale deeply through your nose before his lips were gently pressing to yours, feeling his palm splay across your throat and then slide along your jaw before pausing over your cheek, cupping it as he kissed you with utmost tenderness and affection. You kissed him back deeply, trying to pour all of your passion that he so wholly deserved into the exchange, tongue swiping along his lower lip in a silent request. As always, you took extra care to delicately run your tongue over his sharp fangs, wanting him to love them just as much as you did.
You squirmed under him as he took more control of the kiss, wanting to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him impossibly close to your body but he still had you pinned to the ground and a big part of you certainly didn’t mind that at all, no matter what you wanted to do. You tried to free your wrists so that you might run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he loved it, however he would not release you. Instead, you reached up with your fingers and curled them into the material of his nightshirt, using it to pull him down closer to you.
“Adrian,” You sighed against his mouth, earning a soft groan in response, “I want to touch you, please.” He released your hands, not breaking the kiss as his palm lay flat against your chest instead, your hands firing up to tangle in his golden hair and gently tug at it as he continued to kiss you, pressing his weight further into your body.
Both you and Alucard had very little experience outside of what you shared together and – despite your previous fantasies of being with someone more experienced with you – you wouldn’t want it any other way. The two of you got to explore yourselves and each other together, there was little embarrassment when one of you was unsure of the other’s body – the pacing that you two had stumbled into was perfect, in your eyes.
His palm against your chest slid upwards to cup the softness of one of your breasts, causing him to moan slightly into your mouth and you couldn’t help but gasp when he began teasing one of your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your negligee. You pressed your thighs together in search of some friction to sate the ache that was pooling at your core, feeling the material of your panties stuck to your skin already. Trying to buck your hips up to hint that you wanted to get up only made your lover moan softly as his lips peppered a trail down your neck.
Typically, Adrian was very careful to not let his fangs touch your skin when he kissed you like this, but now they grazed against your skin and it sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine, air leaving your lungs in a moan. He froze for a moment, feeling his hands tense on your body and you opened your mouth to assure him that it was alright before he was kissing along your neck, fangs delicately scraping across your skin. It almost made your head feel foggy to know that those fangs were there for the sake of killing, to tear out the throats of prey like you, and yet he chose to use them to bring you pleasure instead of death.
“You would let a vampire so close to your throat?” His voice rumbled against your flesh and your hands retreated from his hair to cup his face, pulling him upwards to press a sweet kiss to his lips. He gazed down at you as you pushed golden tresses behind his ears.
“This one? Yes, I trust him with my life.” A kiss to the tip of his nose and a playful smile, “Though, perhaps not with my comfort if he intends to keep me on the floor like this.” He let out a little laugh in an exhale and a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Of course.” You were no longer pinned to the ground by his weight, instead he was hoisting you in his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist, a hand on the back of your head pressing your face to the crook of his neck. In a flash of red, you found yourself being pressed to the bed that the two of you had come to share as of late. Alucard wasted no time in continuing to kiss along your throat, gently nipping at your skin – not enough to break it – now that he knew you trusted him to do so. If he ever did learn to balance and embrace the two worlds that he came from, he knew that you would be the bridge to doing just that.
His lips ran across the tops of your breasts, teeth oh so carefully nipping at your collarbones until he took the ribbon of the bow at your shoulder in his teeth and pulled back, slender fingers sliding along your skin to slip under the silky material and pull back, untying it entirely. The same was repeated with the little bow on your other shoulder. It seemed as though he was determined to cover every inch of your chest in kisses as he pressed his lips to your newly revealed skin as he slid the sheer material down past your breasts.
His hands went up to cup and squeeze your soft flesh, making you moan quietly at his touch before his head dipped down once more and he was painting your skin in his hot kisses, tongue lapping at your skin every now and then before taking one of your hardened buds into his mouth and gently sucking down, making you tangle your hands in his golden hair once more, running your fingers through the long tresses to gently hold it back from his face. His one hand teased your other nipple while the other ran across your stomach, gliding over the satiny material of your dress.
His hand worked into that slit in the material and he pushed it aside, sweeping his hand under the other side of the material to push it in the other direction, revealing your pale pink panties that were now visibly damp. Alucard’s mouth skimmed over the remaining fabric that wrapped around you just under your breasts to kiss a line down your stomach, turning his head to press yet another kiss atop your thigh.
“I just want to get my mouth all over you…” He sighed, lightly nipping at one of your hips as he pushed the waistline of your panties down slightly. “Can I? Please can I?” There was a desperation to his voice and you quickly nodded your head, wanting nothing more – scratch that, actually–
“One condition!” You exclaimed, hands curling around his biceps to pull him up. Your fingers reached under his shirt and pulled it over his head, palms splaying over his chest to take in all of the definition that it had to offer. You stopped to pay particular attention to the pink scar that cut across his alabaster skin in a thick, jagged line. Your heart bled for his past, for all the pain that it held and you hoped only to steer him towards a happier future. You leaned up to press a kiss to where it began at his collarbone, following the scarred flesh with devoted lips to show him just how much you adored him. You kissed as far down as this position would allow you until hands on your sides gently eased you back down.
“I thought we agreed I would be the one getting to do that.” He spoke with a soft smile.
“I can't help myself, you’re so pretty, Adrian.” Your hands slid over his pectoral muscles – which all of his shirts happened to brilliantly show off, lucky you – and up over his slender neck, cupping his face, “So pretty…” A blush stained his cheeks and it made you smile at knowing he enjoyed the praise. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer and he responded by pressing his hips down against you, feeling his hard cock straining against his cotton leggings. The well-needed friction made you whine and his lips were attacking your skin once more, no doubt leaving a constellation of marks in his wake.
He had slid his body down to kiss a trail between your hips and you found yourself grinding down against him regardless, desperate to have him inside you. You reached down and hooked your thumbs into the pale pink fabric, intent on shoving them down your legs, but Alucard’s hands covered yours, golden eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange: ‘Let me do it.’
You brought your hands back up, letting your arms rest on either side of your head, and he slowly slid them down your legs, making you blush furiously when you saw the string of your wetness that stretched out between the soaked material and your needy cunt. The moment they were tossed aside, you hooked your leg around his hip and pushed with all your weight to send him onto his back, now straddling his hips as he had done to you when you lost your playful little chase. Your hand reached down to palm his cock through his clothes, reaching for the string keeping them up to pull on it, tugging the clothing downwards with the assistance of him lifting his hips slightly.
You bit your lip at the sight of his free cock, long and slender with such a flushed tip. Acting before you could feel shy or embarrassed, you swiped two fingers through your slit to collect some of your wetness there and then wrapped your hand around his cock, beginning to pump his length with your slickness. His head fell back against the pillows with a moan, golden hair fanned out around him as one of his hands curled into your hip. Just hearing his pleasured moans turned you on to no end and you found your patience thinning. Raising your hips up, you pressed him to your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, only stopping once you had taken all of him within you.
Your hands clenched around the material of your nightdress before you tentatively raised your hips up and snapped them back down, whimpering at the force that brought you so much pleasure and building up on that pace with more confidence, feeling Adrian’s hands cup the softness of your ass, strong arms beginning to guide you. As the coil in your abdomen began to tighten, heat pooling heavily between your thighs, you pressed your hands to his Adonis’ belt, supporting yourself as your thighs began to tremble. His hands worked into the sheer material of the negligee once more, pushing it aside and holding it there as his hands curled firmly around your hips. You adored Adrian’s hands, pale, slender fingers that remind you of a musician’s, but had yet to worked up the courage to tell him just how sexually appealing they were. A part of you was sure he already knew, especially with the way you would react to him using them on you.
With the white material of your dress pushed aside, he had a clear view of his cock slipping in and out of your drenched cunt, his mouth falling open in a moan at the sight, hips jerking up to meet yours.
“Look at how well you take me…” It seemed you were not immune to praise either as it only made you clench around him, wanting desperately to reach down and touch your clit but another part of you wanted to ride him until you came untouched. You followed the latter, bringing your hips down onto him with more force, aided by how he now snapped his hips up into you. You got off on his moans beneath you, his strong hands supporting your hips, coming around him and practically collapsing against his chest, gently grinding your hips down against him through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Capable arms wrapped around you and you found yourself on your back once more, your dhampir lover hovering over you. He peppered kisses across your face and reached up to stroke through your hair with one hand. He softly shushed you as you whimpered from the intensity of your orgasm, reaching up to run your hands along his shoulder blades when you no longer felt boneless.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me…” He murmured against your ear and your nails raked lightly against his skin. You had said those same words to him just the other night as you accidentally tipped him into overstimulation. Had he felt the same butterflies at such praise?
His hips experimentally pulled away from yours before he thrust his cock back into you, long and slow movements making you truly feel every inch of him. You began to grind your hips into his thrusts, one hand set on his back while the other reached up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, gently tugging, knowing how much he adored when you touched his hair. You knew that getting you to a second orgasm wouldn’t take a lot and you were determined to get him to finish with you.
“You’re so good to me, my love.” You sighed, pulling him down for a heated kiss, sucking his lower lip into your mouth before swiping your tongue along his fangs, “So pretty…” His pace faltered and he dropped his head to bury it in the crook of your neck, mouth open to let out his moans against your skin and for a moment you desperately wanted for him to bite you. “Come for me, Adrian, please.” You whispered against his golden hair, the last word coming out in a whine as you felt yourself teetering on the edge and it was feeling the last few hard, erratic jerks of his hips against yours, filling you with his cum, that sent you over that edge, wrapping your legs around him to keep him impossibly close as you panted, feeling the weight of him comfortably pinning you down as he collapsed on top of you.
Both of your bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and you held him tighter when he tried to pull away from you, though you allowed him to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at you. He took a moment to gaze upon your face before sweetly kissing your forehead.
“I think that perhaps another bath is in order, for the both of us this time.” He murmured, brushing some damp hair away from your face and you gently shook your head.
“I want to rest first.” Your voice came out in a whisper and he hummed lowly before resting back against you.
“Alright, but you’ll let me clean you up after. Consider it an extension to my winner’s prize.” You could hear the smile in his voice and it only made you grin.
“That was fun.” You spoke, a hand coming up to gently comb your fingers through his hair, “I think we should do that again at some point.” You felt his thumb caress your shoulder.
“In all honesty, I thought it would be quite childish at first when I had no idea where to begin looking for you. But it did turn out to be very fun, yes.” He paused, “You won’t beat me though.”
“I didn’t use my magic this time, I won’t hold back on you next time.” You retorted, a playful pout on your lips.
“Then it would only be fair if I did the same, no?” He asked in return.
“No, it wouldn’t because I’m still a human at the end of the day and you’re a dhampir and technically the prince of fucking vampires. Cut me some slack.” Your hand massaged his scalp and you felt him laugh against your neck.
“Always something to whine about.” There was the familiar banter that you adored.
“Well perhaps, during our bath, you can give me something else to whine about, my love.” You pressed a kiss to his head and he hummed in satisfaction at such a proposal.
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1K???????? CONGRATULATIONS KIA!!!!! OMGGG!!! OKOKOK. May I request Feitan with the prompt “just kiss me” please?
Because Feitan is bae
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prompt: feitan porter - just kiss me ❦
warnings: a very jealous feitan!
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Feitan had a fever, his body sweltering to the highest temperature there was, tongue constantly running across his chapped lips, and heart set ablaze in his inferno of a chest.
It had grown out of control by now, spiraling way faster than what he'd have liked it to. A nuisance of a fever that had overtook his entire entity and refused to calm down no matter how many attempts he spared.
And Feitan knew, as he glared at the ceiling above while cursing this foreign feeling taking all of his control, that he only had you to blame.
He had never been good with expressing his thoughts, especially when It came to how he felt about you. He was so used to cocooning himself in his hermit shell, never letting the storm of emotions unleash like he should’ve. He was going good too, but his resolve all but came to a screeching halt once he overheard that you had a date with someone else tonight.
It was obvious this news had bothered him greatly. He sat in the corner of the hideout, legs bouncing profusely and face white as sleet while a tension filled silence surrounded him. Truth be told, he was scared of losing you. He didn’t want to imagine you with someone else, he refused to because the thought alone would serve enough for him to crumble to his knees.
His leader watched with knowing eyes from his throne, head tilted in what could be interpreted as sympathy. He felt as If he had watched his comrade suffer long enough, so he moved to gently place his hand onto Feitan’s shoulder, causing the distressed man to shift his eyes to his boss standing beside him.
“Go get her, Feitan.” Chrollo stated firmly, sending him a nod of reassurance soon after.
And that was all Feitan needed to hear. He found himself rushing to get to you almost instantly, sprinting at the speed of light just to reach your complex.
When he finally arrived, his eyes were wide and his mouth that was finally visible had parted slightly. He was heaving desperately, not because he was tired, but because he was dreading the possibility that he had already missed you.
“Feitan?” You questioned softly as you opened your door, startled as you gave him a quick once over. “What’s gotten into you?”
Feitan immediately saw how gorgeous you looked under the hallway’s warm lights. Your hair was neatly done and the outfit you wore tonight made your skin glow so angelicly. For a second Feitan was envious, silently wishing that only he could see you this way.
“You… can’t go.” Feitan finally muttered, eyes now narrowed and lips downturned Into a frown.
You stopped, mind freezing as you tried to process his words. You weren’t sure what he was on about, nor why he had showed up so urgently on your doorstep at such a late hour, but you decided you’d give him the benefit of the doubt anyway. You cautiously stepped out onto your doormat, fixing the shawl around your shoulders as you stared at him in confusion.
“Fei, just slow down. What are you even talking about?”
The nickname that you had given Feitan rolled so easily off your tongue that It made him falter for just a moment. Feitan’s lips pressed together tightly before he turned his head to the side.
“On that date.” He huffed to you finally, bitterness leaking from his tone. “You can’t go.”
“You came all this way just to tell me that?” You questioned incredulously, squinting your eyes slightly at his audacity. “And just why shouldn’t I go, Feitan?”
“Because I-” Feitan cut his sentence short, now growing frustrated with himself as he scrambled to get his reasoning together. “...you just can’t, alright?”
“If you can’t give me a good reason, I'm still going to go.” You stated with your arms now folded tautly across your chest. Your harsh words were enough to make Feitan whip his head back towards you, visibly fuming in his spot at your stubbornness.
“Why won’t you just listen to me?” He angrily snapped into the air, and if you squinted hard enough, you could see his face slowly becoming tinted with shades of red.
You rolled your eyes at the childish way he was behaving, turning on your heel as you went to step back inside your home. Your date would be here soon and you didn’t have time to entertain his petty games anymore. “Feitan - look, I really don’t have time for this. My date will be here any minute no-”
He couldn't let you finish that sentence. His fever had skyrocketed beyond its limit by this point, and his mind was so muddled that he couldn't stop himself from latching his hand around your wrist, spinning you backwards until you had landed in his embrace. Your eyes immediately grew wide as Feitan held you against his chest, and your movements went still as his eyes bored deeply into yours.
“What are you-”
“Just shut up.” Feitan lowly mumbled as he clenched your sides before hastily pushing his lips against yours.
He was tired of words, tired of speaking. Feitan was sick of this fever and he knew, as he hugged you closer to him, that you were the only one that could make him feel at ease again.
You closed your eyes as your lips continued to dance with his, instinctively wrapping a hand behind his head to steady yourself. You felt as if you were in one of those cheesy movies with the way you were swept off your feet so suddenly. You could never make sense of Feitan, nor his true intentions towards you. Though, you supposed none of that mattered right now. You supposed he had made his declaration of love clear enough for you in this moment.
And you supposed, as the two of you gently pulled back to chase after your breaths, that you wouldn’t be going on that date after all.
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Hiii, thanks for opening requests! I'd love something NSFW with human!Reader x Feanor or Thranduil plus ❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜
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notes: (I went for Fëanor bc this was my first request for him) ok so Fëanor meeting a human would be canonically impossible so here's my AU where Fëanor lives and Nerdanel has mysteriously passed away for convenience purposes AHAHA (I absolutely adore her though, don't get me wrong). I feel like he was quite OOC in this but I hope that the plot explains his behaviour was because he doesn't want to frighten off his only resource for understanding this 'strange race of mortals' lol. Perhaps I'm being too critical of myself and you all will enjoy this either way
pairing: Fëanor x Reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: NSFW content, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), size kink, hand kink (blink and you'll miss it), hair pulling
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Do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you
You had travelled outside the borders of Brethil for yet another hunt, wanting to escape from everyone and everything for a little while, to simply be outdoors. Your parents had been talking of arranging a marriage for you for years now but as of late they seemed to be taking it very seriously and had arranged meetings for you with two suitors, both of which you turned down. You didn’t want to marry, not anytime soon, anyway. You felt that it would restrict you to a home full of children that you would never be able to get a break from, that you would be torn from the freedom and peace that you found in the outdoors, from the success and productivity you felt when you returned home with good game. You didn’t want to say goodbye to that forever, not when you had so much time for it left. Marrying was not yet necessary.
You knew that you were pushing the borders of Caranthir’s realm by now. You had seen the maps but knew little of their history: the more you stayed out, the less people knew you, the less suitors came knocking on the door. All you needed to know was how not to get lost, not who drew the borders.
You had set up camp for the night, a small shelter of branches, your bedroll and a small campfire while your tools were laid out beside you. Making arrows had once been an activity that you did at home, but with your parents’ constant nagging to get married, you found that this too would be done outdoors, not wanting to spend long in the house at all. You were sanding down the shafts of a few new arrows to assure that they were straight, holding it up to your eye every now and then and using the light from the fire to determine whether or not you had got all the kinks out. You began measuring out where the feathers would need to be placed when a scent hit your nose. It smelled fresh, not earthy but floral and clean. Someone was out here with you and they were far too close for comfort.
You knocked one of your finished arrows and leapt to your feet, peering around in the darkness.
“Easy, I wish you no harm.” You spun around and found yourself having to raise your arm significantly just to aim at his head. He was tall. His hair was long and dark and he was beautiful, his pointed ears telling you that he was not of your kind. The look of distrust must have burned like wildfire on your face for this elf, who was very clearly much larger and stronger than you, to put his hands up in a gesture of peace. You lowered your bow.
“I thought elves had lighter hair.” You spoke, wanting to try and provoke any ill behaviour now before he could have the chance to catch you off guard.
“I am no Sinda.” He replied simply and you pursed your lips, thinking back to some of the soldiers of King Thingol that you had encountered on your hunts.
“Then you must be the other sort of elf, the one which the Sindar do not like.” There was a look of both annoyance and amusement on his face. You wondered if he was trying to be patient with you. You hoped to wear any facade of his thin.
“You would be right, many of the Sindar would see the Noldor gone from these lands.”
“So I’ve heard.” You returned to sit on your bed roll, picking up your charcoal to continue marking out your arrows.
“It is rare that I see hunting parties of mortals in my son’s lands.” Your eyes flickered back up to him at that. His son? But if his son was one of the Princes that ruled over a realm of Beleriand, wouldn’t that make him a King? A part of you now wished that you had studied the history of those maps.
“We don’t usually go so far into these borders but have decided to extend our trip a little longer.”
“And where is the rest of your party, might I ask?” You paused for a moment before slotting your arrow into the stand, picking up the clamped feathers and applying the adhesive.
“Around.” You replied, pushing it towards the fire to allow it to set faster, “I’m not the most sociable person.” There was an edge to his voice that told him to go away, that you didn’t like how he was trying to figure out if you were alone out here.
“I have little interest in tormenting you, mortal. In any other case, I would have begun the moment I saw you simply because I pleased.”
“You could attack me at any moment, should it please you. How comforting.” You quipped and he frowned.
“You are very distrustful.” He noted.
“I am a mortal woman, it comes naturally. I distrust what could kill me and I distrust men – the two are often synonymous.”
“So you prefer to seclude yourself?”
“Oh, would you stop being so observant for five minutes while I try to figure you out?” You asked as you plucked up one of the arrows that had already been cut and feathered, beginning to taper off its end by curling a sharpener around it.
“What have you figured out, little mortal?” He seemed smug now and it only made you shoot him a glare.
“You’re a Noldor which means you come from the west, from what I’ve heard the Sindar elves say. You referred to this as your son’s lands and I am aware that it is Noldor Princes that rule over the realms which Beleriand has been cut up into, which would mean you must have some claim to the title of King. For a King to be talking to a lone hunter, you must either be worried that I’m actually some scout or you’re just a curious being and I should inform you that the former would be an incorrect assumption. I serve no one.” You gave a pause, “Except for my parents at dinner on the occasion that I’m home.” There. Now he knew that there would be people to look for you should you not return.
“And why are you only home on occasion?” You frowned that he neither confirmed nor denied any of your observations and you set the arrow down in your lap, looking back up at him as he had now seated himself on the other side of the fire, legs stretched out as he rested on his side, propped up on an elbow. A very relaxed position, not an ideal one to attack from.
“New arrangement: you answer one of my questions and I repay you by answering yours, deal?” His eyes twitched.
“You mortals are very fond of bargains.”
“You elves are very good at alluding direct answers.” You threw back and he laughed lowly for a moment.
“We have a deal.”
“So, do you have a claim to the title of King?” You asked.
“I do. But courtly matters are not my concern. I have other priorities.” You would ask about those later, “Why do you return home only on occasion?”
“My parents want me to marry. I don’t fancy being cooped up in an overrun house like a bloody chicken.” You replied. You could see the question in his eyes already. “What are your other priorities?”
“Someone has stolen three gems that I fashioned. They are mine, crafted from light before the sun or moon and I will see them returned to me.” A dark look shadowed his face and you had to both ponder that and the fact that gems could be made. You had only ever heard of them being found in the ground or in fresh landslides: you had found some pretty chunks of quartz that way. “Why does marriage not appeal to you?”
“I am young and feel at peace in the outdoors. My life is short enough as it is and I will not waste it being trapped in a house. I’ll breach a hill or cliff face on my hikes and to see the green valley outstretched beneath me, forests in the distance, the mountains scraping against the sky. I come across blacksmiths or architects and I know that I would never have the opportunity to learn the beauty of such crafts if I were to be a housewife while my husband works… I know that I’ll never get to see and learn it all so it would be stupid to waste a single opportunity.”
“You have an adventurous spirit.”
“And I would need someone equally as adventurous for me to wish to marry him. That sort is few and far between where I come from and all as elusive as I.” You felt a weight on your chest as you thought over the inevitability of your fate. You would not abandon your family nor did you wish to abandon your freedom. You simply wanted more time but that was the one thing not provided to your race. “You said that you fashioned these gems.” You changed the subject as it began to grow heavy, “I was unaware that such a thing was possible, I was under the belief that they had to be found.” A large smile pulled at his lips and he sat up a little more as he began to explain the craft to you.
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You had learned much from the Ňoldo elf that night, even earning an invite to his son’s residence on the shore of Lake Helevorn. Fëanor had held mortals with little regard beforehand. He had heard of Lady Haleth and her people from his fourth son but had been absent during the battle. You were a chance to understand the mortal world a little more, a world living right on the doorstep of some of his sons’ realms.
Many months passed and you finally found yourself feeling at peace indoors. As you taught Fëanor of the human world, the two of you had begun making trips to the forges together and he had helped you to craft your own knife. You noticed how his question had turned from more general ones of your race to questions more specifically about you and you came to see from his interactions with those around him that he showed you a lot more patience than what seemed to be normal for him. You assumed it was because you were currently his only resource for all the inquiries he had to your race.
Though, the atmosphere between you two had changed when you announced that you would be returning home at the end of the week. This was the longest you had stayed from home without a word to your parents and you knew that they would be worried sick by the time you returned. Tonight would be the final night that you slept in the guestroom of Caranthir’s that had been given to you. You planned to leave after breakfast the following morning.
“You have been wonderful company and an equally wonderful student.” Fëanor spoke that evening in the forges as you watched him set what would be a sword to cool.
“What? Even when I first laid eyes on you and tried to shoot you in the face?” You questioned with a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. He looked up at you with a glare and it only made you smile more at knowing he would allow you to tempt his patience like this.
“You were wonderful company once you let me get past the trust issues.” He grinned and you scowled at him in return, though your eyes lingered over that smile of his, over his lips.
You had been getting thoughts of this nature about him for a few weeks now but had thought better against acting upon them. You two came from very different words: he was much older than you, of a race that never fell to illness or age, a father and widow. You were more than sure that offering yourself to him in any carnal manner would only serve to offend him. You swallowed and tore your gaze away from those lips that looked so soft.
“I hope to return here one day, should I be welcome to.” You spoke up before continuing to lighten the mood: “Even if I’m running away from a ceremony in a wedding dress.”
“You will be welcome, no matter which is my sons’ realms I am in, Caranthir will open his doors to you, I know.” There was a pause, “Do you truly feel that your parents would lure you into a marriage without telling you?”
“I’m almost without a doubt, especially after being away for so long without a word.” You shrugged, glancing into the flames of the forge and watching the fire lick at the air, dancing. A long sigh left your lungs. “It’s almost enough to make me not want to go back at all. But they’re my family and I love them. They want the best for me but cannot seem to see that we have very different ideas of what that is.” There was silence for a moment. “You are a father. What would you do in my parents’ shoes?” He took in a deep breath and stepped closer to the forge that he was leaning over with his hands, body rising up a little as he looked at you sitting on the nearby stool.
“I have no daughters, as you know.” He began, “But, from what you’ve told me of how your people work, marriage is a chance for a woman to be provided for. I can understand why your parents want to see you have that stability, I would want it for my own daughter were I to have one. However, you strike me as an outlier, much like the woman who led your people to Brethil. You can provide for yourself and that, I would take as evidence that you can decide what is best for you.” You pursed your lips as you pondered over his words with a nod of your head. Perhaps you would just need to make a big display of the fact that you could provide for yourself to prove to your parents that they did not need to marry you off.
Your eyes skimmed form the forge to the ellon’s hands as they curled around the edge of the stone workbench, watching the metal cool. He had beautiful hands, without a doubt. He had removed his rings while he was working but his hands looked powerful, lightly calloused from his profession but not in the same way you had seen of human blacksmiths. The tendons in the back of his palms were pronounced and veins snaked up his forearms. For a moment, you pictured how they would feel pressing against your skin.
“Would you like to see?” One of those hands beckoned you closer and your head was momentarily snapped from the depths of the gutter that such a movement sent your mind to. You nodded your head, willing your blush away to no prevail, and approached the workbench. His hands glided through the air above the hot metal as he began to explain this phase of the crafting process to you. You were eager to listen to his voice, the passion as he explained his craft to you. He had a soothing voice: deep but not gravelly, like low chords in a harmony. So many things about you seemed to lure you in and you found it difficult to blame yourself, having yet to find an unattractive elf.
You ended up listening to his voice more than his words and a new thought struck you: what if your parents couldn’t marry you off because you had already been taken by another? Sure, the idea of making a big show of how you could provide for yourself might work but this was bound to. You could think of none other that you would want to have as a first, surely he must be beyond skilled to have borne seven children, but then you drifted back to the belief that he may take offence should you offer yourself in such a way. Did you really plan to do such a thing or was this some strange way of making your fantasy seem more realistic?
“Where’s your mind, little mortal?” He quizzed and your heart faltered at being caught not paying attention.
“Weddings, unfortunately.” You skirted around the heart of the truth, “As much as I miss my family, I truly am dreading going back for that reason.”
“And you have an idea for avoiding such a thing?” Hesitation.
“No.” Another pause, too deliberate, “Only your earlier suggestion.” He leaned down over the bench that stood between the two of you, grey-blue eyes narrowing as the dark hair at his temples fell over his shoulders. He smiled minutely at what he found, whatever that may be, you were unsure unless he were a mind-reader.
“You have an idea.” There was a smug tone to his voice, a knowing one. You prayed that it was only because he knew you were hiding something and not because he knew what you were hiding.
“It’s… impractical.” You attempted to dismiss the subject with a wave of your hand.
“It’s carnal.” He replied and your eyes burst open wide before your brows furrowed, how could he have possibly known?! “You’ve become easy to read – and there are some signs that your body will express without the need for words. He rounded the bench and you found him mere paces away, towering over you, “Your skin flushes…” His knuckled grazing against the back of your cheek, “Your eyes dilate…” His hand trailing down as his voice dropped to almost a whisper, “Your breathing quickens…” Fingers skimming over your collarbones with how you had loosened the ties on your blouse to withstand the heat of the forge. Your face felt as though it were on fire.
You knew of sex but had no experience in it whatsoever; beyond women’s gossip and what you had seen of animals you knew very little so feeling a widowed ellon’s hands on your skin made you feel dull in comparison to what his skills must hold.
Your breath came out in a nervous, shuddered sigh and you closed your eyes for a moment to try and ease your embarrassment at being caught thinking of him in such a way, knowing he would soon demand to know just what had possessed your mind.
“If I have been… taken by another, it will make it very difficult, almost impossible, for my parents to find a willing suitor. It will only urge them to believe that I can provide for myself.”
“And you wish to be taken by me?” Those fingers you had just been admiring were now absentmindedly tracing up and down the pulse of your neck.
“There is none other I can think…” Words became lost to you as his thumb swiped across your lower lip and gently pulled down on it, noting how his eyes had become lidded.
“May I touch you?” His voice grew quieter with the question.
“Please.” Was all you could think of in response with a minute nod of your head. His hands were quick to land on the sides of your ribcage, tracing the curves of your body down to your hips and reaching even further down to hoist you up by your thighs, fingertips digging into the softness of your flesh there with a light groan. You let out a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck for support, unable to resist caressing some of his soft, dark hair between your fingers.
His nose brushed against yours as he set you down on a different workbench, lips grazing yours in an almost-not-there touch for a moment before his lips crashed to yours and you couldn’t help the small moan that fell from your throat as you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling his hands run firmly from your thighs, over your waist and back down. His tongue swiped against your lips and you realised that you were trembling with excitement as he pulled your body even closer to the edge of the bench, pressing you flush against his chest. You found yourself parting your legs to make room for him and his hands wandered even further up to hold you just beneath your breasts.
“Let me in…” He whispered against your mouth and, unsure, you parted your lips, almost whining when his tongue began to explore your mouth between kisses. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth before travelling to your jaw, making your head fall back both to allow him more access and due to the pleasure of his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples. Lips pressed flush to your skin, you felt him suck down on the supple flesh of your neck and your hands ran from his hair down his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
With your hands now clutching the fabric in your fists, your mind wandered to what his body looked like under the clothing. You had seen from some of his fitted trousers that his thighs looked powerful, could tell from his shoulders and rolled up sleeves that his arms were strong. You could only imagine what his torso must look like, perhaps also marked with scars from the battles that he told you so little of – you had come to the assumption that they must have been against orcs or some dark creatures of their kind.
“May I…?” You found it hard to voice the words as you simply tugged on the material.
“May I remove yours in turn?” He murmured against your skin, tugging at your neckline to graze his teeth against your collarbone. You quickly nodded your head and he took a small step back, guiding your hands down to the hem of the shirt so that you could pull it over his head. You had been right in your imaginings of his body: he was muscular and covered in scars of varying sizes, you reached out to trace your fingers against the white lines before you felt his fingers against the skin of your belly and you raised your arms for him to remove your blouse. You fought the urge to cover your breasts shyly.
His hands came up to cup the softness of your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples and you, in turn, ran your hands over the hills of his abs, his skin rather soft other than any scar tissue that you skimmed over. He reached a hand behind you to help ease you to lay back, his palm pressing up slightly to guide your back into an arch, his other hand continuing to tease your breast. He leaned down over you and you suddenly felt the true size difference between you, his body caging you in.
His dark hair fell around you like a curtain as he leaned down to give you a fiery kiss that seared your skin as he trailed down to your breast, making you tangle a hand in his long hair again as his lips wrapped around one of your hardened buds and sucked down. The noise that you let out made him press his hips to yours, making you push back against him at the sweet friction it provided, even with your clothes still in the way.
His hand and mouth switched places before both hands went down to undo the ties on your trousers. While he was doing that, you reached down to tug at the bows on the laces of your boots before kicking them off as he tugged your clothing down your legs. You looked away bashfully, turning your head to the side and covering your face with your arm as he leaned up to look down at you, utterly bare before him. A groan of approval left his lips as his hands roved over the curves of your silhouette. He was yet to be sure of whether or not this applied to all mortal women but you were certainly more curvaceous than any lithe elleth he had seen and it was beyond enticing.
He took your soft thighs in his hands and pushed them upwards, letting them rest over his shoulders and you drew your arm back to steal a glance at him.
“What are you doing?” You asked quietly, looking down at him where he was kissing the inside of your knee. He gently shushed you in response.
“Do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you.” Fëanor had a very authoritative voice, this much you had learned from the very first time you met him and it was consistent in his character. Now, however, he was so softly spoken, as though you were an injured bird in his hands, and it made your heart soar. You trusted him.
“I trust you.” You murmured and his lips grazed a line along the inside of your thigh until you let out a shrill gasp when his tongue lapped along the length of your slit. Your hips and legs tensed in his hold as you jerked against his mouth, feeling those powerful hands reach up to hold you down against the stone bench. Your breaths came out in pants and whimpers as he lightly sucked on your clit and then trailed down to dip his tongue into your entrance, the wet sounds of it causing your face to flush with heat. His fingers caressed your thigh, feeling how tense your muscles were.
“Relax…” He murmured against you, “I’ve got you.” You focused on steadying out your breathing even despite how your head felt as though it were swimming, releasing some of the tension from your limbs. “Good…” He drawled out and you let out a moan as you felt one of his fingers slowly sinking into your cunt. He curled his finger upward and rotated his wrist each time he withdrew it from you, trying to find that soft spot within you. When he did find it, your head fell back with a call of his name and he continued to rub over that spot each time he pumped his finger in and out of you, all while his tongue was lapping against your clit languidly.
When he withdrew his finger, you whined at the loss, only to moan once more at the feeling of his wet tongue against your even wetter entrance. His hand returned by sinking two fingers into you. You bit on your lip to muffle an utterly depraved moan as he sucked down on your clit while his fingers sank all the way into you.
“Come for me…” He murmured against the bundle of nerves, “Don’t hold anything back, just let yourself feel good and come for me.” You could feel the vibration of his words against you and you quickly nodded your head in compliance as his fingers set up a quick pace, drawing slick sounds from your tightening cunt.
You reached down to tangle a hand in his hair, the other hand gripping the wrist of the arm slung over your waist, as you felt an overwhelming pleasure pool in your abdomen. Your orgasm was ultimately triggered by Fëanor adding a third finger, sweetly stretching your walls as you came. He eased you through your orgasm before withdrawing, leaning up to look over your flushed skin and heaving breasts as you came down from your high.
“We can stop now, if you’d like.” There was a certain smug look on his face that showed he knew exactly what your answer would be. You quickly shook your head.
“No, I need this and I want you.” Your voice came out airy and you reached down to curl a hand against his hip, glancing down to see the outline of his hardened cock under his clothing.
“Ah, but you don’t need me too?” You shook your head again, fingers gripping him even harder.
“No! Yes! I need you!” You exclaimed and he grinned down at you, seeming to enjoy dangling the prospect of pleasure over your head like this. He opened his mouth to tease you just a little more but all that came out was a groan as you cupped his cock and stroked through his clothing, “Please.” He leaned down over you once more and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, making you moan at being made to taste yourself in this way. His other hand was preoccupied with unlacing his apron and trousers, dropping one to the floor while the other was pushed to his thighs. Your eyes flickered downwards in an attempt to see the size of him but his fingers under your chin tilted your head back.
“Look at me.” His characteristic authority bled into the soft voice he was using with you and you found yourself wanting to do nothing else other than what he said as you felt a pressure against your entrance. “If it becomes too much to bear, you will tell me and I will stop. I do not want to hurt you, do you understand?” You nodded your head, “You have words, use them.” The way his hand rested over your throat and his thumb sweetly caressed your jaw as he said this made heat flood through you.
“I’ll tell you if it becomes too much.” He let out a sigh, trusting your words as the tip of his cock breached your walls. You whimpered at the stretch, reaching up to tangle one hand in his hair as the other curled around the muscle of his bicep. You pulled him in for a messy kiss to distract you from what you could only hope would soon be pleasure enough to rival what he had previously given you. His hand skimmed over your belly and you gasped at the feeling of his thumb brushing against your clit, making you bury your face into his neck with a moan. “I know…” He murmured against your skin and it only made you bring your legs up to wrap around his waist as much as you could. When he slightly withdrew his hips, you pressed your towards him, chasing him almost and gasping softly when he pushed back into your heat.
You had only taken in about half of him but you sought more if it would mean erasing the pain that came with the stretch of taking something so big. You continued to push your hips towards him, meeting him with each shallow thrust that became longer at first and then deeper, his thumb still languidly stroking your clit.
“More, please…” You keened when the pleasure finally outweighed the pain and he set his palm down on the stone beside you, another hand sinking into the softness of your thigh to hold your leg against his body.
This, by far, had to be the best of all the plans you had concocted to avoid being married off if it came with enough pleasure to send your eyes rolling back like this. You tried to bring him even closer with your legs, nails raking down his arms as his hips began to snap into you. He leaned down closer to you, his arm working under your legs to hook it over his shoulder, pushing it towards your chest as his lips came down to meet yours again, nose trailing across your cheek before taking your earlobe teasingly between his teeth.
“So tight and taking me so well…” He groaned into your ear and you revelled in having him close enough to hear all his sounds of pleasure, turning you on to no end because you knew they were all because he was buried in your cunt. “Can you come for me again? Hm?” The tone of his voice made you feel so much smaller and inexperienced than him and yet it only served to turn you on more. You nodded your head as one of your hands tangled in the softness of his dark hair.
One of his hands cupped your breast, teasing your nipple before trailing down lower to press his palm against your lower abdomen. The pressure made you call out his name in a moan as your body seemed to tense up and relax all at once, pleasurable shivers wracking your frame as the intensity of the sensation only built up and up and you were beyond impatient to see it all crash down.
You could do little more but call out a series of pleas, laced with his name, as you were pushed ever closer to the edge. The pleading only seemed to make him up his ante so you did your best to not let it melt into a string of nonsensical babbles as your walls spasmed around his cock as he made you come a second time, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm to the point that he pressed two fingers into you vermouth, putting pressure down on your tongue, to quieten you – you might have been alone but you were still in the forges, after all. His breath came out in a choked moan and you whined at the loss of him inside you before feeling a trickling sensation on your abdomen, glancing down to see the last of his orgasm dripping from his cock, his white cum painting your skin.
Perhaps if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you would have been more shocked at how you had possibly just taken something so large inside of you but you could do little more than let your head fall back to the stone with a satisfied hum. He cleaned you off with your discarded panties before tugging up his trousers and tying the apron back around his waist. He eased you up and tugged his shirt down over you before you laid back down.
“That doesn’t look very comfortable.” He noted as you brought your legs up to curl up on your side.
“I’m used to sleeping on the ground wherever I go. It doesn’t bother me.” You mumbled in reply. When you cracked your eye open a few minutes later – feeling that your body had finally come down, feeling cooler, your lungs and heart having slowed – you were met with the very welcome sight of a shirtless Fëanor working on that sword over the workbench. With the sweet ache between your legs, you wondered if you would even be able to ride out on your journey tomorrow morning.
It certainly wouldn’t hurt to stay just one more day.
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Sorry i know requests are closed so could you just leave this one tikl they're open? I just feel like ill forgot by the time they open lol. So i was wondering how the assassins (jacob, ezio, edward and arno) would be like staying the night with their s/o for the first time?
e z i o :
He cooks for you and you help him clean up after
He wants to make sure that you know he's not the sort of guy to come over, help himself to all your stuff, dominate the space, etc
He 'accidentally' forgot to bring any night clothes with him though so he's going to have to sleep naked
You know it would be a great idea if you joined him with that ;)
e d w a r d :
He's not the tidiest person and he's aware of that so he does his best to tidy up after himself
But he'll still leave a cup or plate lying about - oops
The two of you have a shower together before heading to bed
Maybe it's just me but idk there's something about being comfortable enough to shower at a place that really indicates I'm comfortable being there
a r n o :
I'm sorry but I just know he'd silently judge your decor if it's not to his tastes lol
The two of you cuddle up in bed watching the DVDs that he brought with him, your mutual favourites
He packed extra jumpers to leave behind for you because you're always stealing his anyway
Yes, you're wearing one while cuddled up having your little film fest
j a c o b :
You build a blanket fort together
He's a child at heart and the two of you have great fin making it together
You end up sleeping there instead of in your bed, cuddled up to each other
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another request, thats how amazing u are 💗 how would the assassins (ezio, arno, edward, shay, altair, jacob) react if they had an s/o that is like unnaturally good at giving massages? those boys really deserve the best massages ever 😩
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a l t a ï r :
Altaïr is reluctant to ask you for a massage - he's prideful and rarely admits that his work can take a toll on him
But when you offer? There's no turning you down
Once he's thoroughly relaxed, he simply wants to bask in it by holding you close - oftentimes the two of you end up falling asleep like this, Altaïr always the first one to go out
e z i o :
Ezio just adores your massages and he's not shy about asking for them
However he also likes to reciprocate so, for each massage you give him, you'll get one too
There's nothing better than the two of you just being completely unwound and cuddled up under blankets afterwards
Except maybe of course when Ezio gets a little too handsy during the massage
e d w a r d :
Like Ezio, he's not shy about asking for a massage
He might not be as good at reciprocating them but he does make sure you get your dues in return, whether that be fetching tea or food for you afterwards or running a hot bath for you to enjoy
He'll sit behind you in the bath and slowly massage the soap into your hair, trying to return your massage in his own way
s h a y :
Shay's reluctant to ask for your massages, as much as he loves them, simply because he thinks it's his job to take care of you
But, if you're really insistent, you can get past his polite refusal and end up working all of the tension out of his muscles
But he still feels the need to return the favour and will likely begin between your legs do whatever he can to relax you, even if it's something as simple as stroking your hair while he holds you in an embrace
a r n o :
Like Shay, he'll originally refuse only because, as much as likes you taking care of him, he feels it's more important that he takes care of you
But this man craves touch and it doesn't take him long to crack if you insist
He can be quite vocal while you work all of the tension out
Like Edward, will run you a bath and take his time washing your hair for you to return the favour
j a c o b :
More like Ezio and Edward, he'll never turn you down when you offer, he just adores your massages
Will make innuendos about your "magic hands"
He does his best to not lose himself into the relaxation too much - he's fallen asleep a couple times, they just seem to send him straight off
This is because he wants to return the favour for you and have the both of you just feeling so relieved before you both fall asleep together
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what body would the assassins (ezio, arno, edward, jacob, shay) like the MOST on their s/o? 😘
notes: the assassins would all love you regardless, they all have big hearts, but these are just features that I think they would find notable, not essential to their tastes
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e z i o :
Ok, so I noted in the Brotherhood book that Ezio comments how he likes that Caterina's breasts are neither small nor large and he's always struck me as a tits guy so I'm going to say he likes humbly sized breasts the most
I also think that he likes shapely legs - he enjoys running across rooftops with you and seeing the material of your trousers hugging such capable legs
But Ezio is still a ladies man and he appreciates all body types on women - these are just notable features women he's been with or worked with
e d w a r d :
tattoos. I headcanon that he absolutely adores tattooed women
It's a perfect excuse to run his fingers all across your skin, tracing the lines of ink
Also I think he'd like to see a woman with more 'masculine' traits like strong shoulders, someone capable, rough around the edges in a way that defies what was expected of an 18th century woman
s h a y :
Shay strikes me as a thigh guy and if you've got stretchmarks for him to kiss on them, you'll have him on his knees
Any thighs that are really muscular or considered anything chubby and above, he'll just adore - and yes that includes the chubbiness not being exclusive to your thighs
Sexually or non-sexually, he'll either want to have his head between them or resting on them
a r n o :
Now Arno strikes me as liking more dainty-framed women
I think he likes the idea that he's a protector for you and he just admires a delicate sort of beauty
Also, unfortunate for his time period, he loves women with long hair who let it styled down - not very proper for a public setting but you make sure that you let your hair down for him when it's just the two of you at home because it's always so relaxing to be cuddle dup with him and feel his hands stroking through your hair
j a c o b :
Like Edward, I think Jacob would want a woman who's a little rougher around the edges and defies beauty standards a bit
I think he'd lean towards more muscular women
He also likes uniqueness a lot: whether that's you having scars or tattoos or stretchmarks, anything that makes you uniquely you he adores
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Congrats on 1k!!!! I'm here with an AC request!
(Assassin is up to you!)
I had the idea of a little drabble where Assassin and Reader are childhood friends but get separated after something happens (eg. with Ezio, it'd be after the death of his family; with Connor, it'd be after the village gets burned, and so on.)
Years later, a mission far from home reunites them again. Reader has been in the Brotherhood most of their life now and is the one helping with the mission.
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pairing: Brotherhood! Ezio Auditore x Reader
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I know that face (strange though it seems)
You had brought very few belongings with you from Napoli when you had been called to assist in the Brotherhood’s cause in Roma, the most precious of those being your framed letter. It was worn along its creases from so many times of folding and unfolding it to read its contents: eventually you had decided that the frame with its expensive glass shield was worth the price in order to protect something so valuable.
It had been written by your childhood friend, Ezio Auditore, who you had concealed your feelings for, delivered to you by his lover Cristina – that should serve as explanation enough as to why your feelings had remained hidden. His family had been executed in the square the previous day and your father, who had been a close friend of Giovanni Auditore, packed up the house and moved his family down south. You had not been there for the execution and so the last time you saw him had been when your family had been invited to lunch at his home.
You had come to learn, three years after the move, that your father and Giovanni were assassins, fighting in the shadows of history to protect free will. You had to step up to join their cause, to fill your mother’s boots when she too was murdered by the enemy; the Templars.
A part of you had been beyond hopeful that you would find Ezio again on this mission but when you heard about the attack which devastated Monteriggioni, that spark of hope was snuffed out. Mourning wasn’t too difficult as you had already assumed him dead years beforehand so that moment of hope didn’t hurt too much.
The hideout in Roma was a run down building, that was for sure, and you could only hope that his mentore Machiavelli spoke of would be able to raise some funds for the few of you who had managed to make it here. You found yourself sitting upon a crate, sharpening your dagger in the rome adjoined to the entrance hall which was yet to be given any sort of purpose.
“Ben trovato, Niccolò!” You heard Fabio Orsini’s voice call out. Machiavelli had some good ideas but he spent a long time explaining them and, quite frankly, after running around Roma all day for him and noting down areas where Borgia activity was highest, only to return and write up the report to be delivered on his desk, you had no energy left for him today. “Ah, ser Ezio, a pleasure.” You forgot how to breathe for a moment and looked up into the entrance hall through the large, arched doorway.
You couldn’t see the man’s face from here, only his assassin robes – the traditional white and red, just like yours – but he was tall and held himself with that familiar confidence that time had not made you forget. You leaned against the stone wall, hand pressed to the cold surface, observing, looking to catch a glimpse of his face. Fabio proceeded to introduce himself but you simply remained still as a statue against the wall, that flicker of hope reigniting in your chest.
“A fine warrior.” The man, Ezio, said and his voice was deep, much deeper than the young Ezio Auditore that you remembered but that was something that would have come to him in the years that separated you, no? You continued to observe in silent hope.
“I know you are used to better accommodations in Toscana-”
“It is perfect.” Ezio looked around the place as he spoke, his eyes finally landing on you, having not noticed you in your silence. Those were Ezio Auditore’s eyes, that was the scar on his lip that you had needed to instantly remind him to apply medicinal balm to in your youth. Fabio continued talking but he was no longer listening, eyes fixed on you before he tore them away, finishing off the conversation and wishing the Orsini well. “A moment, Machiavelli.” He turned to the other assassin before streaking across the room to you.
“I got your letter.” Your voice came out in a whisper, as though your breath would blow him away and this miracle of fate before you would vanish into mist like a phantom, “I kept it, I even brought it here with me.”
“You…” He seemed to be in the same utter disbelief, “I returned to Firenze many years later but you had gone, no one knew what became of your family.” His brows furrowed and you could see the pain of the memory written clearly across his face.
“My parents were also assassins. The… execution-” you trod lightly on the subject, “-made my father fear for our safety and we fled south, continuing our work from there. I’ve been in Napoli all this time.”
“We never got to say goodbye.” You smiled despite the tears that were welling in your eyes, overjoyed to know that Ezio was alive and well. He reached forwards and pulled you into a hug and you melted against him, holding him tighter only for him to hold you even tighter in return.
“Then, even better than goodbye, why don’t we say hello?” He suggested in a whisper, burying his face in your hair.
“Hello, Ezio.”
“Hello, Y/n.”
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May I request the assassins reacting to their so NOT wanting a baby?But they want fur babies
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a l t a ï r :
I feel like young Altaïr would agree with you
But later on in life he'd wonder what it would be like to have children with you and perhaps he'd want to sit down and discuss it with you
But in the end, with the way the world is and the things he learns from the apple, he thinks it's for the best that the two of you neither had children
e z i o :
I think that young Ezio would want children
But as he grows older his mind would change
Assuming that, unlike Sofia, you're closer to Ezio's age, the two of you would both think that, aside from your want to just not have children, your age is a good reason to not have them either: the brotherhood is your shared priority
e d w a r d :
Pre-game Edward likely wouldn't want to be with someone who doesn't want children - legacy is important for him, so is building something better for his children
So, let's say you meet him during the game's events, once he's had Jenny and Caroline has passed away - if you wish to take on a step-mother role to Jenny, he'll welcome that but if not then he'll respect that too
After Jenny's birth and Caroline's death, Edward won't be bothered whether or not his next partner wants children.
c o n n o r :
I think Connor would likely be the most upset over this out of them all
We know from the comics that he had a daughter and I think he'd see parenthood as a chance to be the father that he wished he had
But at the same time, with the life that he'd led I think that having a partner who doesn't want children would sway him to think that perhaps it's not the sort of world he wants to bring up a child in and he would never force you into something so irreversible
a r n o :
Now, I feel like Arno is the sort who everyone would picture as a perfect father
But I think that the idea of having a child terrifies him
He's lost everyone he's every loved (with the exception of you, of course), he lives during a revolution and he had a very traumatic childhood
He'd be in complete agreement with you
j a c o b :
I can see Jacob being a lot like Connor: he wants the chance to be the father that he wished he had and we can see in the games that he's good with children
But this is also Victorian London and therefore a terrible time and place to be a child unless you're an aristocrat
It's something he would mourn, certainly, but I think a good part of him would feel selfish for wanting to have a child in such conditions
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CONGRATS ON THE 1K FOLLOWERS KIA!! 💕💕 it's funny and curious how i already love your works in so little time, you're always doing amazing! Anyways, i just remember that's Ezio's bday today (happy bday to our ultimate amore btw <3) and i was just thinking of reader being the Mentor of Spanish Brotherhood (i LOVE ezio x Spanish!reader i literally live for these type of fanfics), they're like super friends but reader secretly or not so secretly developted a crush on him buuuut she's so scared of confessing her feelings to him because she's not sure if he feels the same since he's a ladies-man and all that jazz + she don't wanna ruin their friendship for that + they're constantly arguing over the troubles in the Brotherhood, both Italian and Spanish (take Caterina's rescue as an example). I know it got big but what can i say? I love a good friends to lovers and love Ezio, y'all can't blame me :) again, congrats Kia, you deserve this and more! Arrivederci, bambina! <3
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pairing: Ezio Auditore x reader
word count: 2.5k
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Branches of the brotherhood
You had chased your target all the way across the damned sea and found yourself in Roma. This man had shown up out of nowhere, wiped out eighty percent of your new recruits and now he was being called back to whoever the hell had sent him. You had left the Spanish branch of the brotherhood in the capable hands of your closest advisor and had left Valencia to find yourself in the heart of Italy. You would stalk your target, find some of his contacts and work your way up his chain of command until you had found whoever was giving the order to attack the Valencian branch of Spain’s brotherhood in particular. What were they planning to happen there that they wanted to clean up there before they put their plot into action?
Regardless, you knew that you would have to find the Assassin hideout in this city, if there was one at all, and send a letter back to Xavier to make sure that things were all going smoothly back home. The Italian brotherhood had gone quiet recently, you had received no letters from your friend Ezio Auditore. The two of you had met as children, your father having been invited to Italy by Giovanni Auditore. You and Ezio got on brilliantly and you made sure to write to each other all the time, never leaving more than two weeks between a letter at the very most. You were worried about what the Italian brotherhood’s silence could mean for the recent attacks in Valencia.
Truth be told, you had developed a crush on Ezio over the years – silly, maybe as your communication was only face-to-face on the rarest occasions but maybe that helped you to like him: he didn’t have all the chances to disappoint you like most suitors who had come into your life as quickly as they left it. This silence from the Italians, him included, only made you worry more.
It didn’t take you long before you came across another in signature white and red robes. He was defending a woman that had been garnered by guards after taking one of their patrolling group hostage. She had been calling other passersby to stand with her but only the assassin heeded her call. You listened from your blended spot in the gathered crowd to listen as he recruited her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. Judging by the firm nod of her head, he had shared instructions and/or directions.
As he made his way through the crows, many of which were now cheering him on for taking out the guards, you grabbed his arm, wary of the blade that you knew would be hidden there.
“Hola, asesino.” (Hello, assassin) You grinned, able to recognise that face anywhere, no matter how much time passed, you were certain he would stay as devilishly handsome. He had looked alert when you grabbed him but now he mirrored your grin.
“To what do I owe the honour?” Your happy expression soured as you remembered why you were in the country. You took a wary glance around before taking his hand in yours, beginning to lead him away from the crowd.
“Come, we have much to discuss, it is best to do so away from prying ears.” You enjoyed that you could speak in your mother tongue with Ezio but that didn’t mean that you could trust a language barrier to shelter you from those around you: whoever it was you were trying to uncover could have spies all over the place, you were still very much in the dark at this point.
“We have a hideout, this way.” You only realised that you had actually taken Ezio Auditore’s hand when he squeezed yours, taking you in a different direction and beginning to lead you through the streets. You felt your face heat up as he led you over a bridge and into a looming building, holding the door open and gesturing for you to go down the stairs.
“Where do I begin?” You asked as he pulled a chair out for you around a desk, ever the gentleman that was reflected in his letters, “Two weeks ago, the Valencian branch of the brotherhood was attacked, it was mostly recruits that were targeted but it was almost all of them that were killed. I’ve been tracking the target but I lost him somewhere here in the city. Someone here sent him to my home to attack my people and whoever it was has recalled him back here. I think that the attacks were just laying the groundwork for something bigger that they have planned which is why I’m following this case myself.” You wanted to rub your temples at the headache you felt coming on from the stress of dealing with such an important mission all by yourself without any of your familiar partners to help you. You hoped that you and Ezio could work as well as you once had in Barcelona.
“There are various Templar forces that we are attacking in the city.” Ezio replied, “The driving force of them seems to be the Borgia family: Roderigo and his children Cesare and Lucrezia.”
“Joder,” (Fuck) You cursed, “You don’t think that they plan on returning to Valencia, do you? Or maybe they’re setting something up for a close ally?”
“I do not know if they intend to reach towards Spain yet but I do know that Cesare has dealings with the King of France.” Ezio replied holding up a hand and you groaned, burying your face in your hands. You should have selected a team of people to come with you, this was much bigger than you thought.
“How much have you been driving them back here in Italia? Is this maybe preparation for a retreat?” Ezio shook his head.
“I am sorry, I do not know but I can contact Claudia and find out if we can look into this.”
“Claudia is here too?!” You exclaimed. You and her didn’t write as often as you and Ezio did but you still considered each other as close friends.
“Yes, after the attack on Monteriggioni-”
“Is that why you’ve been so silent?” You gasped, having no idea that the city which once had been a stronghold for the assassins had been attacked.
“Yes… we were left so scattered, they attacked early in the morning, and had crept up on us in the darkness of night. We have been so preoccupied with regrouping and regaining our strength that I suppose foreign correspondence became less of a priority.” He paused, “Mario is dead…” You reached out to put your hand over his comfortingly.
“Ezio, cariño, I’m so sorry…” (Sweetheart) You knew all about the execution of his father and brothers, how deeply it had impacted his mother for such a long time. You couldn’t imagine why fate was so cruel to this poor man sitting before you.
“Thank you…” He shifted, clearly not wanting to talk about it, “I’ll go make sure that there’s a room prepared for you. I won’t have a fellow assassin hopping from inn to inn-” He leaned in a little with a playful smile on his scarred lips that made your heart skip a beat, “-especially if it’s La Volpe Addormentata, they don’t need to rig their prices to take your coin there.” He flashed you a wink and you couldn’t stop the swarm of butterflies that it released in your stomach as he left to sort out all the appropriate arrangements.
You wondered if the womanising Ezio you knew was now gone, if perhaps now he had reached an age where he realised that settling down into a committed relationship was a priority. You bit on your lip in thought before realising that there was a way to find the answer to that question easily enough. You began to wander around the hideout, finding someone dressed in novice’s robes.
“Where might I find Claudia Auditore?” You asked and you could sense the suspicion in the young man at seeing an unfamiliar face, even if you were clad in an assassin’s uniform.
“Who’s asking?” He raised a brow, tucking away the book that he had just been examining into its rightful place on the shelf.
“The mentor of the Spanish brotherhood who had travelled far on very important business. I’ve just finished being welcomed by your mentor.” You could see the mix of shock, fear and embarrassment on his face at making such a mistake before he quickly offered to guide you to Claudia’s bordello himself.
You almost burst out laughing at the irony when you found out that Claudia was running the most popular brothel in Roma, recalling the letters she once sent where she was considering joining a convent and was very upset that Ezio would hear none of it. You came to learn that the novice’s name was Paulo and he pointed you up towards Claudia’s office while he went off to converse with a dark-haired courtesan.
You knocked twice on the office door before being called in, pulling down your hood as you closed the door behind you. The young woman looked up from her papers for a moment, eyes landing back down on whatever she was reading, before they shot straight back up when it really dawned on her who had just walked in. Claudia leapt from her seat and ran across the room to tackle you in a hug which you quickly returned.
“What brings you to Roma?” There was delight in her voice but her face looked grave, knowing that you would not show up unannounced if this were merely a friendly visit.
“The Templars have been attacking the Spanish brotherhood, particularly in Valencia. I’ve tracked down the man who wiped out most of my division’s recruits and have since lost him somewhere in the city. He was sent to my home to kill my people and his boss has recalled him here.” There was conviction in your voice, “I’m going to climb up his chain of command and figure out what their intentions are. From what I hear, it may well be the Borgia family which would make a lot of sense – if you’re as successful as Ezio claims in the city, they might be cleaning things up back home before they plan on retreating.” Claudia nodded her head in understanding.
“Give me a description and I’ll find your missing man.” She spoke as she invited you to sit around her desk with her.
“But… that’s not the only reason why I’m here…” You began hesitantly and she raised a brow, gesturing for you to continue.
“Is this about my brother?” She grinned and your face dropped. Were you truly so obvious in your feelings for him? “Don’t give me that look, you wouldn’t be so dedicated to staying in touch if you didn’t like each other.”
“Alright, yes, that’s why I’m here, I suppose I just want to ask you a few things about… things that might have changed since we last met face-to-face.” She nodded for you to continue, “Has he… does he still move on quickly from woman to woman?” Claudia let out a long sigh at your question.
“You have either arrived at the perfect time or a terrible one. He was very committed to a close ally of the brotherhood recently, Caterina Sforza, he saw something with her and she told him that their… encounters were just her way of securing allyship. He is trying to recover but I saw the heartbreak when he brought her back from the rescue mission.” Your heart shattered for him. How could someone turn away Ezio when he bore his heart to them so openly?
“So… do you think it would be wise to pursue…” You trailed off.
“I’m going to leave that decision down to you. I have never seen Ezio be rejected from a relationship that he wanted to commit to – you know that Cristina was a different case to Caterina so I would like to think he’ll recover faster than with Cristina. Perhaps you can be his means to do that, to lead him into a new chapter in his life. I wouldn’t want to see anyone else with my brother.” She gave you a genuine smile and you sorted out business with her before sharing an embrace and heading back to the hideout with Paulo’s guidance once more.
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You had decided to leave your confession for a while, knowing well enough that this was not something to be rushed into and that his heart was still in a delicate situation. You had remained in Roma until the brotherhood there had completed their task to take down the Borgia – considering their dealings in Valencia, you had deemed that this was equally as important for the Spanish brotherhood and had deemed your trusted advisor back home as acting mentor in your absence.
It had taken a very long time, a time in which you treasured every day with Ezio, to not have your letters being the only thread connecting you across the distance between you, and now you stood atop a tower with him looking out across a free city.
“Ezio…” You began, not knowing what to say, “I don’t really know how to approach this so I’m going to be very direct with you. I’ve kept this a secret because I… don’t want it to have a negative impact on our friendship.” He quickly looked concerned and you laid your hand over his for a moment to try and reassure him. “I have liked you for a very long time, Ezio, and I’ve treasured our time together here in Roma but I… I don’t want it to end. I want a life with you; in España, in Italia, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you.” You swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes. However, he took your hands in his, bringing them up and it made you tentatively meet his gaze.
“I want nothing more than to be with you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and held it close to his chest, making you able to feel his hammering heart, “But I cannot leave the brotherhood here. There is no one who can take my place.”
“Then I will return to Spain and make arrangements to find a replacement as a mentor. When I come back…” Your eyes trailed down to his lips and he leaned in to close the distance that had been narrowing during your conversation. His kisses were sweet, full of promise and life and tenderness.
“When you come back.” Ezio smiled softly at you, a hand cupping your face, thumb caressing your cheek, “We can make all the necessary arrangements and-” Another peck to your lips, “I’ll have a ring for when you return.” You couldn’t help but grin as you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips onto his once more.
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I'm here to request some headcanons with the assassins
I'd like to see how you'd picture their reaction to the first words of a reader who had never spoken before? Like, they always thought reader was mute because the only communication between them was done with nods or some hand gestures, but in reality they stopped talking long ago after a traumatic event (traumatic muteness, not the same as selective muteness) and the time spent with the assassin helped them heal little by little
notes: thank you so much! I still can't believe how quickly my blog's grown this year - I definitely blame it on the fact that I expanded into being multifandom lol (and sadly on the notable decline in AC writers since I first started writing in this fandom) Also I am so sorry but I just had no idea what to write for Jacob who would usually be included in my go-to group of assassins
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a l t a ï r :
He'd completely frozen when you thanked him for filling your water bottle while the two of you were travelling back to Masyaf
He had never heard you speak before
He wasn't entirely sure what to say, wanting to bombard you with questions but knowing that doing so wouldn't exactly be wise
You were very grateful that he didn't ask all the questions that you could see burning behind his eyes and he began with much lighter yes or no questions about it until you eventually felt comfortable enough to reply in short answers before one day you were able to tell him your whole story
It felt like a huge burden being lifted from your shoulders, always feeling same enough to voice your thoughts and feelings around him
e z i o :
He had accidentally made it very awkward the first time you spoke
The two of you had been alone in Leonardo's studio, waiting for the man to return to cash in some codex pages and you had complimented one of Leonardo's paintings
Your voice had sounded scratchy and strained from lack of use and, being used to your silence, it had frightened him
He could see how embarrassed you quickly got and he was quick to comfort you - Ezio is brilliant with words and knew just what to say to assure you that you had surprised him, is all
Ezio was an easy person to be around once you got to know him and once you were comfortable enough to begin, he always encouraged you to voice your thoughts
He would never cut you off, would lean in to make sure he heard every word, had even shushed someone with no hesitation for talking over you
His dedicated care for your healing encouraged you a lot in the end
e d w a r d :
Oddly enough, Edward used song to encourage you to use your voice again
It started with something as simple as humming melodies together while doing anything: cleaning up, cleaning weapons, etc.
If you two had a quiet moment alone, you would just hum songs together and the way his face lit up each time you did really spurred you on somehow, it motivated you to see someone care so much about you healing, no matter how minor that progress may seem
You'd moved on to occasional one-word sentences from there and just steadily built up. He never pressed you on why you didn't talk before but he would be all ears should you choose to tell him
a r n o :
He developed a sort of banter with you where you first communicated with him through gestures and facial expressions
He just seemed to get you like no other and it built your confidence up a lot around him
One day, you had a burst of confidence and security alone with him that you just came out with a little quip to his banter
His face lit up but he simply carried on like this was a habitual conversation between you two
The fact that you could see his joy but he didn't overwhelm you with anything either made you feel even better about it and talking with him got you to build up enough confidence to talk around others
It wasn't until you had entirely healed that Arno ever commented on it, on how happy he was for you and you told him how grateful you were for his help and support
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Omg I'm so happy that you opened requests. You are my favorite Assassins creed fanfic writer , everything that you write just feels so in character. My request is Ezio coming home after a month long mission, exhausted both mentally and physically and finding comfort in reader who has nothing to do with that. I would prefer brotherhood ezio bc he just goes through so much. I just want to see that squishy man getting snuggled and being loved thank you in advance beautiful 😉💖
notes: ahhh! That makes me beyond happy to hear that I'm your favourite AC writer! I hope that my characterisation of Ezio in this lives up to the standards I've set for you and 100% agreed that tired Ezio deserves to be pampered
pairing: Brotherhood! Ezio Auditore x Reader
word count: 1.2k
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A welcoming embrace
You had never seen him so unenthusiastic upon returning home to the hideout. Usually he was tired from a day’s work, yes, but he looked just about ready to collapse as you waited in the entrance hall for him with open arms.
He half-collapsed into your welcoming embrace, lugging his body weight onto you as you held him tightly, inhaling your scent as he buried his face in your hair. As much as you adored your husband, you had to admit that he did not smell very good himself but you didn’t blame him, knowing how tedious his work was.
“Come, amore mio, before someone hunts you down for a helping hand. You deserve some rest.” You wound his arm around your waist as you led him up into your shared bedroom which, more often than not, was only inhabited by you while Ezio was away on missions. He would come in, usually late in the night, or at the hottest hours of the day, to rest with you but you minded his absence very little. You missed your husband dearly, of course, but your love did not wither in his absence and you were patient enough to wait for his return, enjoying your solitude as you enjoyed his company.
“I didn’t know you’d be back at this time or else I would have started heating up some water.” You spoke as you pushed the door open for the two of you, “Come, throw your clothes in the laundry for me to handle tomorrow and I’ll start heating the water.”
“No, I just want to sleep.” He grumbled as he reached down to loosen the laces on his boots.
“I love you but you stink, darling.” You replied with a smile, ruffling his hair slightly, “I’m preparing a bath for you.” And so, while he dozed on the mattress, you heated up all the water necessary and mixed in the most recent batch of lavender oil that you had finished making, coaxing Ezio to wake and submerge himself in the warm water. You sat behind him on a stool, encouraging him to lay back against the copper tub while you gently brushed out his hair and pressed kisses to the sides of his face as you pleased.
“You’re an angel…” He sighed out as you began to rinse his hair and later up a rose soap into it.
“And I’ve missed you.” You replied, taking extra care to massage his head, hoping that he wouldn’t get a headache – those have been bothering him lately with the pressure of his workload.
“I hope you’re not lonely here, Machiavelli is good company if you–”
“No.” You cut him off, “I’m not particularly fond of him.” You frowned, making Ezio glance up at you with a concerned look.
“Why? Has he said something to upset you?”
“He dragged you here from the ruins of our home, so terribly wounded that you had to stay and be treated by a woman for days.” You bit out, “He offered no hand to Claudia, Maria and I in finding you and he sends you on all these tasks yet does nothing to pull his own weight.” You lathered up some soap onto a washcloth and began scrubbing along your husband’s shoulders, trying to massage his muscles as you did so, “He’s getting old and can’t fight like he used to, that I can respect but he does nothing to recruit or train novices, leaves all of their missions down to you when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself and you already have more work than you can handle–” Ezio put his hand over yours to stop you, making you realise that frustrated tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes. His own grey-brown eyes looked weary and suddenly you feared that you were giving him yet another thing to worry about.
“My love, I am managing just fine.” He assured you.
“You’re not, Ezio, you shouldn’t be so exhausted every day, you have such an unstable sleep schedule and you’re being given work that can be divided out across more people. I wish I could help more but you know I’m not a fighter.” He sighed and sank deeper into the water while you began to rinse out the soap from his hair, rubbing an oil into his dark tresses before brushing through them again.
“Why don’t you take on assigning missions to the novices?” He suggested quietly, “I know you ache for something to do here like how you helped maintain the villa. You might not be a fighter but you’re a strategist. I trust you to make the right decisions, to send the right people for the job.”
“I’ll tell Machiavelli to get off his lazy ass and train the new ones too.” You grumbled, making Ezio smile a little. You couldn’t help but lean down and peck his lips upon seeing it.
“You do that, amore mio.” He chuckled lowly as you pressed another kiss to his forehead.
“Get out whenever you please, I’ve left a towel to warm by the fire.” You murmured against his damp skin as you got up and crossed the room to change out of your dress and into a chemise to sleep in. As you were doing so, you could hear Ezio shift in the water, feeling his arms encircle your waist before you had the chance to turn around and face him. His lips landed on your neck, peppering it with gentle kisses as he swayed you from side to side on the spot.
“No matter what the time is, this is always my favourite part of the day…” He sighed, a hand reaching up to push some hair behind your ear when you turned your head to face him. “I get to forget about everything else and just hold my wonderful wife in my arms.” You reached up to tenderly caress your thumb across his cheek before pulling him down for a kiss.
“Come, let’s get in bed.” You murmured against his scarred lips, withdrawing from his embrace to lead him to the bed by his hand. You laid on your back as you got under the sheets, Ezio discarding his towel before joining you.
“Turn over.” He whispered as he slotted his body against yours, turning your back to him and feeling him press his chest against you, body melting against yours with a pleased groan. He coaxed you to lift your head up so that he could brush all of your hair aside before setting his chin on top of your head, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of it. “I love you… I wish we had more time to just lay together like this.” He let out a deep breath, “This is what motivates me to come back everyday, to make sure I get home to you safe.” You clutched his hand to your chest, pressing back against him, trying to get even closer if that were even possible by this point, “You’re my world.”
“And you’re mine.” You brought his hand up to your face to press a kiss to his calloused knuckles before returning your entwined hands to under your chin. “But get some rest now, my love.” He shifted slightly against you with a long sigh and, soon enough, you could tell by his heavy breathing that he was asleep. Convinced that your husband was finally able to relax after such a tedious day, you too let yourself fall victim to sleep in his embrace.
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Hello! I wanted to request an idea I got earlier for Assassin's Creed. You can make the drabble as long as you'd like, as well as choose the Assassin.
I was thinking of a sort of masquerade ball. The Assassin is there to gather some information about the next target until he spots Reader (who is a Templar at the beginning, but later on helps the Brotherhood when one of the higher-ups betray them). Dancing and passive aggressiveness ensues.
notes: Simply because of my idea for a Phantom of the Opera AU a while back, I had to go for Arno with this one!
pairing: Arno Dorian x Templar! Reader
word count: 1.3k
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Masquerade
You reluctantly set your glass of wine down as a gentleman in a blue frock coat approached you, his hand extended in an offering for you to join him on the dance floor. He wore a white and gold mask that glittered slightly in the light of the chandelier and was dressed in the latest high fashion. Some young aristocrat on his father’s money, you assumed. Your dress had been paid for by the Order, of course – quite generously, you had noted when it was delivered to your home by the tailor. It was a bright red, the dye expensive in itself, let alone the silken fabric. It filled you with a sense of pride to be dressed in the colour of the cross that symbolised the cause you fought for.
“Bonsoir, monsieur.” You dipped your head as you offered him your hand, covered in red lace gloves, to press a kiss to your knuckles just above your rings.
"Enchanté, mademoiselle.” He threw back, eyes oh so slowly raking from your hand up to your eyes. You allowed him to lead you into a new dance as the orchestra started up, all strings and harpsichord. Taking a bow, the two of you approached one another and began a slow spin around each other, one hand each entwining, forearms pressed against each other. That was when you felt the gauntlet beneath the lace-cuffed sleeves of his coat. The giveaway of any Assassin that had foregone their beaked hood: a hidden blade. The dance called for him to pull you closer to himself, a hand on your lower back as you both followed the courtly steps in time to the music. You could no longer hide the scowl on your face that was not covered by the red and white mask over your eyes.
The Assassin’s head dipped so that his lips brushed against your ear when he spoke: 2It would be in your best interest to keep out of my way. The less deaths, the easier this will be for both of us.” He warned. He had taken your hand, not as a greeting, but to get a closer look at your Templar ring, it would seem.
“And it would be in your best interest to leave now, Assassin.” You bit back, acid in your hushed voice as he dipped you back and you set a hand on the back of his neck to help balance the both of you out before he raised you back upright again. “You will not catch your target tonight, I’m afraid.”
“And are you going to stop me?” You could hear the smile in his tone and it only served to insult you.
“I am here for no other reason.” Your hand entwined again as he spun you away and then back into his body, feeling his chest pressed to your back for a mere moment and then he released you again. He could have killed you there, left you stumbling for a few moments before you fell upon the dancefloor, giving him more than enough time to slip away.
Yet he didn’t.
“What are you playing at, Assassin?” You hissed as the dance began tumbling towards its end.
“Why, ma chère, I’m only playing your game.” He threw back with a smile and you scowled.
What was that supposed to mean?
The dance came to a halt and the two of you bowed before the second dance could begin. Turning around, you looked for the nearest lone woman, finding a blonde with beautifully coiled hair, like that of a porcelain doll, in a pale pink satin dress. You took her by the hand and practically swung her in the Assassin’s direction, flashing her a friendly smile and wink before streaming out of the room, leaving the dance hall and beginning to jog down to corridors to the study where your higher-up was holding his meeting. You stormed into the room, only to find it empty.
Had he caught wind of the Assassin and left with his associates? But you were a Templar too, surely they would have taken you along with…
Betrayal wrenched in your chest as tears stung in your eyes. You risk your life day in and day out to fight for the Order’s cause and this is how they repay you? The Assassin had been right, a game was being played here and you were the sacrificial pawn, it would seem.
Your head spun around when the door behind you opened, finding the Assassin in blue standing on the threshold.
“Where is he?!” He demanded.
“How should I know?” You scowled, fighting the urge to trash the whole office out of pure spite, “It seems like he was never even here.”
“Don’t play games with me, Templ–”
“We’re the ones that have been played, fool!” You exclaimed, “They’ve set all this up for you to kill me so that they can cover their own asses.” Your fingers itched to break something, to swipe everything off the desk, to shatter the mirror on the wall, to throw the chair across the room.
“Why would they want to get rid of you?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” You huffed out, “I don’t have the money to give me some power, I’m just the one who runs around killing for them or delivering letters. I guess they thought I could be replaced.” Your jaw clenched tight and you snatched up a bust statue from the desk, firing it towards the mirror with a loud shatter. You looked back over to the Assassin, catching movement in your peripheral to see that he had now raised up his gauntlet. “Calm down, I’m not aiming anything at you.” He reluctantly lowered his arm.
“Feel better?”
“No.” You fell down into the plush chair behind the desk, “I don’t know what I’m going to do. If you don’t kill me, they’ll see me as some loose end and take me out themselves. I can’t just go home because they know where I live.”
“Any family?”
“Why would I tell an Assassin that?”
“Perhaps because this doesn’t have to be an end for you.” He suggested and you narrowed your eyes in suspicion, a gesture for him to elaborate, “I’m going to guess that there’s some contempt between you and the Templars now, that you need a source of income, a new place to stay?”
“I’m not joining your little band of anarchists, thank you.” he shook his head at your words.
“Ignorance aside, you need some help, that much you can’t deny. Maybe, you can even come to see things in a different light with time. I run a business on the side and could do with some more workers. You know how to make coffee?”
“Nope.” You replied, leaning back in the chair. You didn’t trust him. Then again, why would he draw things out when he could have shot you moments ago?
“Quick learner?”
“Always have been.”
“Then you have a job. Come to the Île de la Cité in the morning, you’ll be greeted by my manager Charlotte who will set up everything you need.”
“Why are you doing this? I’m a Templar, aren’t you supposed to see me as some oppressive power that you’re indoctrinated to hate?”
“Because I was raised by Templars, I don’t see you as some malevolent beings, you’re just people, multi-faceted.” He paused, “And I know what it’s like to be set up to take someone else’s fall, to suffer for it, and I’ll spare another person the suffering that I endured if I can.” That genuinely made you pause to think. Worst case scenario, he was luring you into some trap to be bled for information but you would gladly give up anything about the organisation that had just stabbed you in the back.
“Tell Charlotte to expect a Y/n L/n then.” You offered your name as a sign of trust.
“Arno Dorian.” He replied with a slight bow, “I look forward to seeing you around my café, Y/n.” He left the room and you looked at the shattered shard of mirror upon the ground, hot tears pooling in your eyes at the sting of betrayal.
But you were spiteful and if you had to become the very thing you hated, an Assassin, to get your revenge then so be it.
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Hello, it's me again 💀
Can I have something NSFW with Thranduil x Human!Reader + “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”?
Thank you!
notes: fucking Thranduil in his BOTFA armour? Hell yeah
pairing: Thranduil x Reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: nsfw, quickie, vaginal fingering, against-the-wall sex, oral (male receiving)
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Does it make you nervous when I stare?
Each time you took your sights from the townsfolk, you would find bright blue eyes on you and it was nerve-wracking to say the least. They were the eyes of the Elvenking who had emerged from his woodland realm with his army to reclaim some jewels, so Bard had told you. You thought of his cause as ridiculous but he would also aid Lake Town in claiming their rightful share of the mountain’s wealth that Smaug had stolen from Bard’s ancestor - such wealth would be essential for the town’s people to rebuild their lives after the terror of dragonfire and the losses that it ensued.
You found yourself unable to hold his gaze for even a second, face flushing at being stared at by someone as powerful as he was beautiful. You would trip over your words in a flustered state for a few moments before regaining your composure and telling yourself that you would not look upon the Elvenking again. You were wrong each time, of course, and continued to find his eyes on you as you instructed the townsfolk in simple defences from each of four diagonals.
Bard had requested that you teach some of the people how to fight in order to try and better prepare them for the war that could not be avoided. Your late father had been a mercenary, teaching you how to use a longsword and a bow – you made your money off selling the pelts of animals that you hunted. Hunts, as of late, had rarely been without the occasional orc scout and so your swordsmanship skills had become more refined in recent months.
When you were permitted a break, you spent it in the armoury, looking for some decent armour. You refused to stay in Dale and hide with the elderly, children and other women. You knew that, in your place, some young boy who was yet to be considered a man would have to fight and the fishermen of Lake Town lacked in number when it came to people with your fighting skills. You were far from being like the warriors of old legends but you could defend yourself and you would not see a defenceless boy be made to take your place.
You browsed around what remained in the armoury, all of the protective gear old, most in poor condition, and all of it designed for men which would do very poorly to fit you. You had to settle for some chainmail, good against sword-slashes but not heavy weapons and a helmet that must have been made for a young man for it to fit you as it did.
You set the helmet down on a dusty table as you pulled out a chair, not bothered by the cobwebs after all you had been through in the last few days. You rested your head in your hands and let out a long sigh, thinking about what lay ahead. You ran a hand through your hair, pushing back the strands that had escaped your braid and now fell about your face, looking up to where one of the two armoury doors stood open, finding a tall silhouette blocking a lot of the light.
You froze at seeing those strikingly blue eyes again. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him and you rose to your feet, back straightened and head lowered in respect of his status.
“King Thranduil,” You began, “is there anything I can assist you with?”
“Only in satisfying me.” Your eyes widened and a blush flooded to your cheeks as your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You most certainly wouldn’t be opposed but this was very sudden and you were sure there were elven women who were far more beautiful than you within his realm. Was he merely so impatient in his lust that he had decided to take his pick from the mortal women while camping in the ruins of Dale? The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk at your reaction, “My curiosity, that is.” Your body seemed to relax.
“What is it that you wish to know?” You willed the blush to drain from your cheeks but his look of amusement at seeing so clearly where your mind had gone assured that the blush remained in place.
“I would like to know where a young mortal woman learned how to fight. I understand that women, children and the elderly are not expected to fight in war so why is it that you wield a sword better than most of the men around you?” So that is why he had been staring: he considered you an outlier to his understanding of how the mortal world worked in war.
“My father was a mercenary. I suppose having only one daughter made him protective of me and so he taught me the basics of swordsmanship, knowing he would not always be around to defend me. I make my living off selling pelts and meat from bigger game but orcs have increased in number in these lands as of late so I suppose it’s given me the opportunity to refine my fighting skills.” You explained simply his eyes raked over your body, making you pull at your fingers nervously, some of the joints cracking. Was he so set on casting such subtle innuendos?
“And I would be right to assume that you intend to fight too?” Oh, He had been taking in the chainmail that you wore. Of course. His eyes flickered between your eyes and hands as you fumbled for an answer at realising your thinking had been wrong.
“I do. In my place, they would select a boy who has seen far too few winters. I won’t see a child take my place merely because I am a woman.” He took a step forwards and you took a step back unconsciously, eyes darting to meet his and finding yourself unable to hold his intense gaze.
“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” His voice seemed to come out even richer with the question, like a purr and you swallowed hard, pulling at your fingers even harder.
“I…” Well, lying would be fruitless, you reasoned, “You have a certain… superiority about you. It’s quite intimidating, in all honesty.” You stole a quick glance to his face, finding him looking very smug.
“Is that the only reason?” You let the silence hang in the air for a moment.
“And, frankly, because you are very beautiful.” You regretted the words the moment they left your mouth.
“‘Beautiful’?” He highlighted and you couldn’t stop yourself from fumbling over your next words.
“Beautiful. Yes. I think that ‘beautiful’ has a… delicate elegance that I think ‘handsome’ does not quite possess. That’s not to say that I see you as delicate, far from it. It’s much more swan-like in appearance and mannerism, I suppose and… I’m going to stop talking now. I should stop.” Your cheeks were alight with a blush and you turned around to distract yourself by tucking the dusty chair back under the table. There was a low laugh from Thranduil behind you and you scrunched your eyes shut, scolding yourself for being so flustered by him.
“Then perhaps I should confide that I find you beautiful also.” Your eyes instantly snapped open and you looked over your shoulder to try and decipher whether or not he was teasing you. “Though, not like a swan, I must admit. You are much more… serpentine in your movements.” He was making similar comparisons to try and make you feel better, how sweet. Your breath caught in your throat when, as you slowly turned back to face him, his fingers came beneath your chin, tilting your head up and assuring that it was very difficult for you to escape his intense stare, “Are you certain that there are no elves in your ancestry?” A part of you was both stung and flattered by the question: he was no doubt complimenting your beauty in asking such a thing, though it was also rather reflective of the arrogance of elves that you had heard rumours of.
“As far as I am aware, no, though I cannot trace it back very far.” Too many words, too many details. Again. You could have kicked yourself for your awkwardness. However, it only seemed to amuse him, seeing how you couldn’t quite stand still, the blush stamped upon your face.
“It’s quite endearing.” You hummed in confusion, a request for him to elaborate, “How easily flustered you are.” Your lips parted a little in shock at his bluntness and you tried to look away, only to have his fingers grip your chin more firmly, a silent order to meet those sparkling eyes of his. His head turned back to the doors for a moment. “Are they expecting you back shortly?”
“N-not for a little while yet.” You stammered, wondering where he was going with this line of questioning.
“Perhaps we could pass the time together?” His voice quietened, leaning in to whisper in your ear: “I did not miss how you reacted to the thought of satisfying me.” His nose brushed against your hair, inhaling the scent of you, “We could satisfy each other.” You swallowed hard, almost finding it hard to believe that the Elvenking of all people wanted to sleep with you. You nodded your head minutely before you remembered how to use your voice.
“Yes…” Your voice was barely a whisper. He tilted his head to the side, drawing back a little to give you a look that told you to speak up. “Yes, please.” Your words were louder this time. His hand came up to cup your face and his lips pressed to yours. You almost felt embarrassed for the hummed moan that you let out at the first contact – it had been a while since you had been touched at all and it made your legs feel weak.
Your hands came up to cup either side of his jaw, fingers just slightly dipping into his hair and wishing that you had the courage to tug on it but it seemed so important to his appearance and you worried that he would take offence if you tried. His other hand curled around your hip, pushing you backwards until your lower back hit the table.
Your breathing had grown much quicker by the time he was reaching under your thighs to hoist you onto the table, pulling you to the edge and pushing your legs apart to stand between them. His tongue licked into your mouth and your hands fell from his face to his chest, fingertips curling around the neckline of his armour, needing something to ground yourself with amongst his dizzying kisses. When his lips landed on your jaw, you let your head fall back, biting your kiss-swollen lips to stifle moans when his lips found a particularly soft spot on your neck and sucked down on the supple skin. His hands landed on your waist, a series of clinking sounds filling the air as they ran across the curves of your body under the chainmail.
“Get this off.” His voice was quiet and yet no less commanding and you reached down to pull it over your head while he unstrapped the weapons at his waist, setting them down in a pile on the table alongside your borrowed armour. His eyes roved over the rest of the room for a moment before landing on a more secluded corner behind a rack that had once been full of spears and you gasped when you were suddenly in his arms again, the sound being swallowed up by yet another kiss while you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your back met the wall and he carefully set you on your feet, feeling his hands tugging at the ties of your trousers. You reached into the fabric of his robes to do the same, dipping your hand into the strained clothing to stroke his hardened cock and he let out a low groan against your ear as his hands pushed your trousers down your thighs.
You almost lost your balance in your hurry to toe off your boots, Thranduil steadying you with his arms on either side of your body and an amused smile upon his lips. You were more careful with stepping out of the lower half of your clothing and you gasped when his fingers dipped into your wet slit.
“So wet already?” He hummed, lips against your neck.
“I’m certain that with a lifespan like yours, I wouldn’t be the first to tell you how much of a brilliant kisser you are.” There was a low laugh against the skin of your neck, the vibrations almost tickling you and all the air rushed from your lungs when he slowly dipped two fingers into your cunt.
“Perhaps you also would not be the first to compliment my other skills.” You could only whimper in reply as his fingers curled up to stroke against your more sensitive spot, dragging against it each time he withdrew his fingers and pushed them back into your waiting heat. Deeming you wet enough to take him, he wiped his fingers clean of your wetness on your inner thigh and picked you up once more, trapping you between the wall and his body. You longed to see what he looked like beneath the clothes and armour and could only hope that you would one day have another opportunity to do so.
His cock pressed against your entrance as he slowly breached your walls, making you stretch to accommodate him. You buried your face in his neck to muffle a whine, beginning to feel just how long it had been for you since your series of flings with the blacksmith’s second son.
“Am I hurting you?” His voice was tender against your ear and you shook your head.
“It’s just been a while, please don’t stop. Please.” The light begging seemed to have a strong effect on him as he was quickly giving you shallow thrusts, allowing you time to adjust before fully sheathing himself in you. The size of him made you feel utterly full and your arms wrapped around his neck as he bounced you up and down on his cock. His lips crashed onto yours when the volume of your moans began to slip out of your control, swallowing your sounds of pleasure. By the time he broke the kiss, you were panting for breath.
“Touch yourself.” His words came out rushed and you unclasped your fingers from the robes at the back of his neck to reach down with one hand and rub against your clit, spreading your fingers apart and then dipping down further to feel either side of his cock as it entered and left you. He groaned at the light feel of your fingers which then retreated to do as he had asked of you. The added pleasure only pushed you to the verge of orgasm even faster, wet walls tightening around him and feeling your legs tremble, held up by his strong hands.
You did not realise that you had tangled your fingers tightly into his hair until he let out a moan and his hips faltered against your before he upped his ante. You crashed your lips against his in a messy kiss in an attempt to muffle your moans as you could only pray that no one would hear the obscene noises of your slick cunt taking him in so greedily, nor the sounds of your skin meeting with the way your clothes had been half-discarded.
He caged you against the wall even firmer and feeling his body pressed so tightly to yours, paired with how his lips met your neck once more, sent you tumbling over the edge into your orgasm. Your hand tugged on his hair and you buried your face in his shoulder as your body convulsed, feeling him continue to fuck you through your orgasm until it grew uncomfortably intense.
“Down… put me… down…” You managed to gasp out and he let out a long groan that almost ended in a whine. He did not disobey your wishes, however, and slipped out from you, settling you to your feet and you did not hesitate to fall to your knees. Your hand reached up to stroke his cock, slick with your wetness, before taking him in your mouth as far as you could manage, swallowing around him and pressing against the underside of his cock with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks once you began bobbing your head.
His breath came out in a shuddered sigh as he wrapped your braid around his hand, tugging on it and lightly thrusting his hips against your face. You could feel him throb in your mouth and at the first taste of his seed, you took all of him down your throat as he finished, revelling in the quiet noises that he made as he did. His forearm rested against the wall above your head, towering over you as he panted for breath while you swallowed all that he had to give. You removed him from your mouth, giving one last teasing lick to the tip of his cock before falling to the side a little, your legs beside you instead of under you.
You closed your eyes contently as he pushed some hair back from your face and then stood upright to fix up his clothes.
“They will be expecting you back soon.” He spoke and you hummed, nodding your head before leaning it back against the wall.
“I just need a moment to catch my breath.” You mumbled, cracking an eyes open to see Thranduil bending down to turn your trousers the right way for you and set your boots neatly beside one another. He dipped down even lower to bring his fingers under your chin, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips.
“I hope this will not be the last time we cross paths, fair little mortal.” With that said, he went over to collect his weapons, reattaching the belts and he left the armoury as he had entered: a perfectly put-together epitome of elegance. Your eyes widened for a moment as it dawned on you that you had just fucked a King and would need to recover quickly to avoid suspicion when you returned to your task.
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I absolutely love that your requests are open! Can you write a NSFW drabble about being a tribute from a small village that's offered to Brother Day as a gift? 😈
Notes: there are nowhere near enough Brother Day x Reader smuts out there so I am so glad to be asked to put some more out there
Pairing: Brother Day x Reader
Word count: 0.5k
Warnings: NSFW, riding, creampie
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Tribute
Your back was pushed into the stone of the altar with each thrust, almost uncomfortably so, but it was made bearable by the immense pleasure pooling between your thighs.
You were dressed in amber silk, hiked up around your waist, the matching veil pushed back over your head. The sounds of moans and skin meeting were joined by the clinks of the chains and gems that covered your body in a show of the wealth of the mines that your village was renowned for.
With a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled Brother Day down into a searing kiss, back arching up to press your clothed chest to his, wishing that you could have removed the dress for the ritual to feel more of his skin against yours.
You had volunteered to be offered as a tribute to the visiting Emperor – you had already seen how he looked from your holos and it seemed a good, if not the only, opportunity to get out of this damned village where you would never have a chance at seeing the rest of your own planet, let alone the rest of the Empire. You had been dressed in traditional silks and jewellery, waited on like a deity by the temple attendants who had always looked down on you and everyone else who worked in the village and now you were sleeping with the most powerful man in the Empire. Who would pass up such opportunities?
Though, the stone against your back was growing increasingly difficult to ignore and so you pushed yourself up, rotating your hips to turn the two of you over, hands landing on the Emperor’s clothed chest, his armour tossed to the floor long before now. Using your hands to steady yourself, you began to rise your hips up before letting them fall back down in long and deep thrusts, throwing your head back at the new angle and feeling the Emperor’s hands come up to grab your hips, sliding back to cup the softness of your ass under the silk of your dress. You looked down at him through lidded eyes when his hips began pushing up to meet you, breaking his collected facade.
“I’m here just for you…” You sighed out, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, “So come for me, Empire.” You smiled as his grip on your body only tensed even more, hips meeting yours more erratically as the thrusts grew firmer and faster, shallower too. “I’m not going anywhere so just come for me.” One of your hands left his chest to press against your own clit, needing very little friction before you tumbled over the edge, back arching and crying out as you finished. You felt him pull you down firmly onto his lap as your orgasm set off his, walls tightening around him as he painted the walls of your cunt white with his cum.
You allowed yourself to slowly lean down until you were resting against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck as the two of you panted, trying to regain your breaths. When your heart slowed some, you went to push yourself up on your arms to get off, prepared to offer to clean the two of you up but his hands gripped your hips, preventing you from sliding off him.
“What happened to you not going anywhere? I’m far from finished with you.”
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AAHHHH HI REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! could u please write an arno dorian x reader imagine where the reader and arno are in a relationship but readers parents disapprove so they force reader to move to another part of france, but arno doesnt know so he just assumes that either reader died, or they ghosted him BUT one day, many years later, reader and arno cross paths again and all of their feelings rush back raster than the speed of light??? okok that was very specific so u dont have to do it but it would be awesome 💗
notes: I honestly love this trope so much, reminds me of I Know Those Eyes/ This Man Is Dead from The Count of Monte Cristo musical
pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader
word count: 1k
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I never stopped loving you
You couldn’t stop the flow of hot, angry tears as you threw on your cloak, haphazardly tying the bow at your neck before your father grabbed your forearm and you were practically shoved into the carriage, the door slamming shut behind you. The carriage was already loaded with two trunks that contained your most important belongings. Your father’s face came into view at the window, his expression one of utter fury still.
All this because your lover, your dearest Arno, had accidentally forgotten to take his coat with him after another of your secret meetings where he would climb the balcony to your room during the small hours of the morning.
“Perhaps, by the time you’ve come back, your aunt will have taught you how to be a lady and not a common whore! I will not tolerate a woman with my name – my own daughter, no less – behaving like a harlot!”
“By the time I’ve come back, I will have bedded all the men that Lyon has to offer!” You spat back spitefully, not meaning it at all. You snapped the curtain of the window shut so that you no longer had to see his face and reached forwards to knock against the wall of the carriage, signalling for the driver to begin the journey. When you heard the gates to the chateau close behind you, you finally allowed yourself to sob, choking on your tears as you were taken away from Versailles for as long as your father deemed fit. You would not be allowed to return until then.
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The following evening, Arno waited for you on your balcony but there was no sign of you.
He waited the evening after that. No sign of you.
A letter pushed between your balcony doors the next evening. No reply.
Another letter. Another. Another. Another.
They all found their way to his doorstep the following month and, as he held them in his hands, in his room, he fell into a chair with tears in his eyes.
What had he done wrong?
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That had been long ago and since then, Élise had taken a place in his heart while misery had taken place in yours. You had not been able to move on because you had not been allowed to say goodbye, not been allowed to give your love an explanation. You had finally been allowed back to Versailles, ghost town that it was these days, and had made your way into Paris with an old friend who you had stayed in touch with via letters. Élodie was only two years your senior but had the most adorable little girl of five years now whose eyes shone like her mother’s. The three of you were going out into Paris for the day to a café that Élodie had heard of where they put on theatre performances.
You were greatly looking forward to it, having missed the Parisian operas that you once attended with your parents before they sent you away. You were delighted to be going to see a performance once more and with better company this time. The carriage was drawn to a halt outside the café-theatre and you got out after Élodie and her little girl. The three of you made your way to your reserved table, excited for the upcoming performance. You all ordered your coffees and little cakes and your eyes turned towards the stage, looking around at some of the guests, towards the bar where– all the blood drained from your face, your lips parting as tears sprung to your eyes at that familiar face.
“Élodie, excuse me, I– I need a moment.” You almost stumbled out of your seat, afraid that if you took your eyes off him, he would vanish. He was clad in blue robes, trimmed in red and gold, white straps crossing over his chest that was covered in brown leather and golden buttons. You stood just behind him, a hand shakily reaching out to tap his shoulder, feeling as though you were with a ghost. “Arno?” Your voice came out so quietly that you were surprised he even heard you to turn around. When his eyes met yours, his expression matched the one upon your face. “I thought I’d never see you again…” You wanted to crash against him, to pull him into the tightest hug you could muster and never let go but you knew that there was every chance he did not know your side of the story.
“Y/n… Where have you been? Where did you go? I wrote to you everyday for a month and–”
“I wasn’t home!” You burst out, wanting to amend this misunderstanding immediately, “My father found out about us and sent me to my aunt’s in Lyon. I’ve only been permitted to return this week and everyone in Versailles said they hadn’t seen you around in years.” You did your best to force down sobs as you looked up at his face, at the new – though, likely not new to him – scar across his nose and cheek. “Arno…” You began, wondering whether or not it would be appropriate to say what you needed to be said after he had been left to assume that you wanted nothing to do with him for so many years. But you lost him once and you wouldn’t allow it to happen again before you confessed this to him: “I never stopped loving you. Not for one second.” His eyes softened entirely and he reached forwards to take your hands, stepping closer to you.
“Are you here alone?” He asked and it stung a little that he did not say anything in response to your words.
“No. I’m here with a friend and her daughter.”
“I’ll have their seats upgraded right now. I have so much to tell you, Y/n, so much.” He squeezed your hands for a moment before it was no longer enough and he threw his arms around you. In turn, you wrapped your arms around his chest and could have wept. The last thing Arno wanted was to ever let you go: he had lost everyone, thought he had lost you too, and now you had come back to him. “I’ll never let you go again.” He whispered against your hair.
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KIA DARLING, for your 1k event! Could I request Mairon with this prompt: ❝ i was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? ❞ ? I'll give you free reign. Congratulations again, you deserve so much more with the sheer QUALITY of your writing <3
notes: sAYS YOU, one of my fav silm writers kicking of her own valar fic revolution AHAHA and yeah... I see what you mean about getting asks and being called darling now... hehehe
pairing: Mairon x maia! Reader
word count: 2.2k
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I was sort've hoping you needed me. Is that selfish?
You beamed a grin at the glittering flower in your hands, petals made of shimmering jewels, the stem of meticulously styled and wound precious metal. They glimmered in the light of the trees that filtered in through the tall windows of his workshop and your eyes flickered up to meet his amber ones.
Mairon’s fiery hair spilled over his shoulders as he leaned down towards you, lips hovering over yours for a moment before pressing to yours so sweetly, hands at your waist pulling you close as those soft lips peppered kissed across your face and came to stop at your forehead. “When it withers,” he began in a gentle whisper, “I shall stop loving you, and not a second before, I promise you that.” You rested your head against his chest, letting go of the crafted flower with one hand so that you could wrap your arm around him, holding him close.
“I love you...” You murmured, nose nudging against his neck as you inhaled deeply, his scent a familiar mix of the smoke from the forge and something like a warm and sweet spice, “I adore you…” Your free hand found his, lacing your fingers together, “Come with me, you deserve a break. You work so hard here, allow yourself a moment to breathe – with me.” He seemed hesitant but you reached up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, “Please.” He seemed to hesitate before something in your eyes melted whatever resolve he might have had, nodding his head as you smiled at him, beginning to lead him away from the workshop where he seemed to live at times.
The two of you rested under the privacy of a willow tree, the branches concealing the two of you as you leaned back against the trunk, long arms of the tree casting a curtain around the both of you. Mairon’s head rested in your lap, your hands gently combing through his hair, idly braiding and unbraiding those fiery locks. You leaned down to give him a lingering kiss, feeling how his hand came up so that his fingers could featherly dance against your jaw, caressing your skin.
“When was the last time you allowed yourself to simply relax, my love?” You asked as your thumb caressed his cheek and his brows furrowed, knowing you would not like his answer.
“Three days ago…” You sighed and brushed some hair behind his ear.
“That isn’t good for you. I shouldn’t have to seek you out just for you to realise that it’s time to step away for a moment.” Your voice was soft but firm, knowing this was a difficult habit that your lover wished to break. You were ever reflective of your nature as a maia of Ulmo, assisting in bringing rain down upon the earth: harsh at times, yes, but nourishing.
“I know…” He replied, “But I cannot rest until I’ve perfected a project, I cannot leave it flawed or it chases sleep from me.”
“I know why you strive for perfection, my love,” You began, “but you have nothing to prove to anyone. You are the most gifted maia of Aulë, you are more than enough. I know that your perfectionism comes from fear of shame, you need not admit-” He sat up and you worried for a moment that you had crossed a line but this was something he needed to hear, “-it. You are allowed to make mistakes, they’re necessary steps to self-improvement which can never be achieved if you let yourself be chained down by this perfectionism.”
“You sound like them…” His voice was quiet, his back to you now. You knew who he was referring to, the valar and maiar who criticised his, oftentimes obsessive, perfectionism. However, you knew that his reputation came with a pressure to succeed, to present his work as flawless.
“No, my love, I don’t.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, “I understand your struggle and I admire your dedication, your attention to detail, these are strengths but not when you allow your fear of shame and failure to control them, to stunt them from being tools that you would use to thrive.” You shifted from where you were sitting to press your front to his side, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to look at you, “Do not allow them, do not allow yourself, to corrupt your strengths.” He hung his head, hair hiding his face from you, “You are more than enough, my love, this is an unwavering truth that I will not allow you to deny.” He finally turned to face you and nodded his head slightly, swallowing hard. You could see a turmoil of emotions behind those amber eyes and you knew better than to press him any further when this was already difficult enough for him.
“Thank you.” His voice came out in a whisper and he turned to return your embrace, pulling you into his lap as he held you close, burying his face in your hair as the two of you remained there, hidden beneath the willow tree in the garden.
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You stood upon a hill with the mountains surrounding Angband in the distance, watching the small cloud of dust, which you knew to be a rider, coming closer and closer. After much debate between Ulmo and Manwë, you had been ordered to travel to Angband and bring Mairon back to the west, to steer him from this dark path that Melkor had turned him onto. Rain began to patter down onto the desolate land around you. You had been unable to convince him once before and you could only hope that perhaps things would be different this time, that the time and distance since that might be enough to change the outcome this time.
He had tried to convince you as you had him and you had no doubt that he would try again now. Neither of you had won that day and you hoped that one of you, at least, would win today – perhaps it was selfish but you merely longed for an outcome that allowed you to be with your Mairon. You glanced down to the crafted flower in your fingertips. It had yet to wither, of course, and so his promise that his love still lived would have to stand, you hoped.
The rain only grew heavier with the rider’s approach. You were grateful to see that he was alone: he didn’t see you as a threat, at least and you were glad for that. You had come here as a negotiator, not an executioner.
The horse that he dismounted was large and dark, much like the armour that he wore but he was lacking a helmet, another good sign in how he saw you. His hair was a darker red than you remembered. Perhaps it was the overcast light of the sun that caused this, you had never seen him in sunlight before now.
“Mairon.” You expected him to greet you with your name, instead it was with a correction.
“Sauron.” You shook your head gently at him.
“There is nothing you could do that I could never forgive you for and so you will always be my Mairon to love.”
“So, Ulmo commands you here to drag me back to the west, to deprive me of freedom?” He questioned.
“Ulmo was very against my coming here, actually. It was Manwë who permitted this.” He seemed genuinely surprised.
“Then, how is it that a maia of Ulmo stands here against his wishes?”
“I went to Manwë because I will never give up on you, Mairon.” You took a step closer to him, caring little for the rain that you had very little control over, the emotional mess you were on the inside, as it poured down around the two of you, “Melkor was once forgiven for his misdeeds, ones far graver than yours, you will be forgiven even more readily. Come home, come with me.” He opened his mouth to speak until his eyes caught the glint from your hand, looking down to find the flower there and you could see surprise on his face once more.
“You kept it…”
“Of course I kept it. I’ll hold you to that promise, you know.” There was a faint smile on your lips and tears welled in your eyes. It had been so long since you had seen him.
“Then why didn’t you come with me?” You could hear the hurt in his voice and you knew it well as you held it within your own heart.
“Why didn’t you stay with me? I was sort’ve hoping you needed me. Is that selfish? To think I might have been enough to make you stay?” You returned. There was a heavy pause.
“Were you not the one who told me to strive to improve, to be the driving force in my life instead of being a slave to shame and fear of failure?” You opened your mouth but the words seemed to elude you for a moment, desperately trying to gather them.
“Not like this…” Your voice came out quiet and you took another step towards him, “This is…” You scrunched your eyes, looking for the right words, knowing that you were walking on eggshells, “... it’s not right. You can do so much good, my love, I know you can. Please, come home.” The distance between you closed even more as he took a step towards you, reaching down for your hands and guiding you to hold the flower with both of them, his own hands covering yours.
“My home is wherever you walk.” His nose nudged against yours as he leaned down over you and you could have cried. Instead, the rain only grew heavier, watching as it made Mairon’s hair stick to his skin, listening to the metallic patter of it as it hit his armour. You cared little for how it was soaking your dress when his hands were holding yours and his breath was fanning across your lips. “So stay here with me, anything you want I will give, nothing will be unattainable to me and I will lay the stars at your feet should you ask me to.” He fell to his knees, hands not letting go of yours, tightening his grip instead as he looked up at you, “You told me that I am enough, that it was an unwavering truth and you made me come to believe it, my mentor has refined me to be greater than enough. I am more and I yearn for you to see that, for me to use that to fulfil your every wish but I can only do that here, only if you will come into my arms and stay, my love, my soul, my home.” You had never seen him like this, ever, never seen such desperation in his eyes, never seen him beg on his knees. You could no longer stop yourself from sniffling with the efforts to not outright burst into sobs.
“Look around you.” His voice was more delicate now, “Look at the growing storm, a fraction of your power. You are mighty, my love, you have agency in this world. We were torn apart once and I beg you to not allow it to happen again. Stay.” You did look around and you saw how rain hammered down from the sky. It reminded you of who had sent you here to bring Mairon back, to give him a chance to redeem himself. It would be selfish to deny him that chance by accepting his offer to stay. And yet… you had never heard him so satisfied with himself.
“For your sake, I cannot stay. I cannot guarantee that the valar will ever offer you this chance again and I cannot snatch it from you.” You wanted to fall to the ground with him, to wind your arms around his neck and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. You remained standing with him at your feet.
“For our sake, you must stay.” He implored you, shifting the flower in your hold so that he could bring your hands beneath his chin, pressing a kiss to the back of one of your palms, “You need not be given chances, you must take them and I am begging you to take this one for us, for our love.”
“Mairon…” You closed your eyes, prepared to cry.
“Please.” The way his voice broke was all it took to crumble your resolve and you fell to your knees, collapsing against him as you sobbed against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his wet hair. His one hand landed on the back of your head soothingly as the other wound around your waist, pulling you close. Your entire being trembled at just being held by him again after so many years and you could hear him gently shushing you, caressing you, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. You felt him lift you up in his arms and place you upon the horse, sliding in behind you and holding you close. “I will never let anything keep you from me again, my love, nothing will stand in my way.”
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