Tumgik
#and meanwhile Maglor is going to sit in Maedhros's room and keep hm asleep using Song
fuckingfinwions · 2 years
Text
More in the “what if in the Servant Nolofinweans AU, Maedhros and Fingon accidentally married?”
M: “Follow me. My father has agreed that it’s disgraceful for the crown prince’s husband to be doing menial labor, and that as my spouse you should share my quarters.”
F: “Alright. What will my new duties be?”
M: “Not much for now, the king doesn’t think you’re smart enough to do anything other than menial work. Have sex with me, but that’s hardly a duty.”
F: “So I’ll have plenty of free time for your brothers to use me.”
M, angrily: “You will not. You’re my husband, and thanks to the marriage bond I can feel anything you share. It would be repulsive incest for my father and brothers to fuck you, as it would be the same as fucking me.”
F: “That would be a first, for one of you to care about incest.”
M: “Mind your tongue when talking about your betters; I’ve never touched my siblings.”
F: “Maybe not, but you’ve never had a problem making me fuck mine. And the king sure enjoys using my father, despite being his half-sibling.”
M: “It really doesn’t count; maybe I’ll explain to you sometime. Anyway, we’re at my room now.”
F: “So we are.”
M: “My father said he’d think on the matter and come up with suitable punishments in the morning. In the meantime, I have nowhere else to be, so feel free to familiarize yourself with the suite – I know you’ve been here before, but I don’t think you’ve seen a lot of it in detail. You won’t be leaving this room for a while, and I can clear a corner for you to decorate to your tastes.”
F: “Why am I not leaving the room? I’ve always been allowed to walk around the palace wherever my chores brought me.”
M: “And now you have no chores beyond this room. I think as my husband you should be allowed to go with me when I travel, but I’m going to wait on that suggestion until my father’s in a better mood.”
F: “I wouldn’t object to staying here while you’re away, if your brothers truly won’t try anything with me. Even just in the room, I could keep myself from getting bored and distracting you through our marriage bond.”
M: “That’s kind of you to offer, but I’m still going to cancel my trip to Tol Sirion next month. It’s nothing that can’t be put off, and I don’t want you shut in a box for that long. My father stripped me of some committee appointments as well, and it’s better to speak to King Olwe once I can truly say that the king of the Noldor trusts my decisions.”
F: “I thought he never punished you lot.”
M: “The punishments appropriate for use on a prince are different than those to be used on a servant, I’m not surprised you didn’t notice. And he objects to me marrying so far below my station. I could have pulled out once you invoked the Name, but I didn’t. That shows at the very least poor thinking in a crisis.”
F: “He outright encourages you to fuck me, and believes in the sanctity of marriage, but objects to you marrying me. That doesn’t seem contradictory at all.”
M sighed. “It’s consistent as long as you understand the difference between the destiny of the soul and the habits of the body. I can loan you one of the treatises on the matter if you like, my tutor showed it to me when I was nearly of age.”
F: “Given that my formal education stopped before puberty, I can’t say I've read it before.”
M: “By the way, you really shouldn’t make sniping comments at my father tomorrow. I know it’s a shock, and as your husband it’s of course my duty to help you adjust. But to the king, you are simply a servant who overstepped your bounds, with the complication that harming you too much would also hurt me.”
F: “I don’t think your father has ever seen me as more than an appendage of someone else, it won’t be a change.”
M: “But please be polite, I don’t enjoy seeing you in pain.
F doesn’t say why do I care what you enjoy? “I’ll be polite. Should I go retrieve things from my old quarters, or do you need to accompany me?”
M: “None of your old things will be necessary. I’ll ask for a new hairbrush and such for you, I’m sure it will be better quality.”
F: “But – will it really be ready by morning? Including a whole new wardrobe?”
M: “What would you need a new wardrobe for?”
F: “Well if we’re not bringing my things, I can hardly keep wearing the same tunic and leggings forever.”
M: “No, but that hardly means you need a lot of clothes. Probably something to wear when we formally announce that we had a very private wedding, but otherwise you can go without.”
F: “So since I upgraded to husband from sex slave, I am now expected to be naked in your quarters at all times? What if someone walks in?”
M: “They won’t see you, because you only have freedom of the rooms when I’m present. I don’t trust you not to try to run away, but it would be a scandal to have a lock on the outside of my door. You’ll stay in here.” Maedhros gestured to a cubical piece of furniture nearly as tall as he was, with a door at waist height.
F: “I thought that was a dresser of some sort.”
M: “No, it’s a box bed. They’re more popular in colder places like Formenos, but they’re very cozy and private.  I like it myself in the winter, though there’s not much room to move around so I haven’t fucked you in it.”
F: “It doesn’t look like there’s any room at all.”
M: “There’s room for me to lay down, and to stretch my arms, and to sit up. There’s even a little shelf with a lamp-stone, and blankets if you get too cold. You can take a look if you want.”
F: “Sounds lovely and not at all like an oubliette where you’ll shove me for the rest of the night.”
M: “I wouldn't do that! I’m trying to be fair about our marriage, despite you being obviously unworthy of me. You can sleep in my bed with me, and as long as I’m here you can wander the room. It’s only as a security precaution that you’ll be locked away when I have other duties.”
9 notes · View notes