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Prompt: Can I request a melancholic Maedhros x femreader about a lost romance? Where Maedhros is reminiscing a romance from beleriand that was short lived or forbidden. Thank you!
Requested by: anonymous
A/n: Thank you for your request! I've tried my best to make it melancholic. I hope you like it! 🩷🥰
Warnings: melancholic, mentions of death/war, angst (sorta)
The night was cold and and the roads slippery from the pouring rain. A thick fog hung in the air and made it hard to see even one's own hands. Maedhros trudged forward along the narrow forest path. The hairs on his neck standing up every other second when the fog appeared to look a little too much like people he once knew. The forest was eerily quiet for this time of year; no owls hooting, no creatures rustling the leaves along their way home. Only the sound of his own breathing, that now too, almost sounded foreign to his own ears. His breathing resembled more that of an ailing old man on his deathbed than a young elven lord.
As Maedhros persisted along the road he heard numerous thunder strikes. Not just a small burst of rain, this would soon become a storm. He needed to find cover. Because his destination was still far from here.
Maedhros ran as best as he could until at some point he collided with something solid. He was greatly wearied and bleary eyed, looking around to try and find what he had walked in to. Only to realize it was a young mortal woman. A short one at that. Not to mention soaked to the bone. "She must've been out here for hours." He thought. Maedhros kneeled down, attempting to make his imposing figure less frightening. It didn't do much, as all the scars, the silver streaks in his hair and the white fire burning in his eyes made him far scarier than anything else. His voice came out raspy and almost hollow, from lack of use; "Do not be afraid mortal. I come in peace. Are you hurt?"
She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Shaking your head no. But as soon as the next thunderclap sounded she froze up like a deer in headlights. Afraid of thunder. Maedhros had seen this exact expression many times before. When some of his siblings were still small elflings. He helped her stand up and put his cloak over the both of them. Shielding himself and her from the pouring rain, while searching for a hiding spot.
Soon they found a spot to hide; a small cave among some trees. There they sheltered for the remainder of the night. During the night they would converse and Maedhros found himself liking the the mortal whom he now knew was named 〔y/n〕. A kindred spirit he had found in her. Both had overcome a lot of things in a short period of time. As soon as daybreak arrived Maedhros and 〔y/n〕 continued on their way. Parting ways at a crossroad.
A few months went by, and Maedhros came by your home often. It was a small haven of peace and rest for him. He'd often find you sitting on the patio, busy with your own little hobbies and trinkets. He found it endearing. His favorite excuse to visit was the rain. "It rained, so I came by for shelter. I hope you do not mind." It had become a sure sign of his appearance for you. Every rainy day you'd await his appearance like a child waiting for a present to arrive.
One night Maedhros didn't come by. You waited all day, but he never came. And the next day and the day after. And so it continued for weeks. Weeks turned into months, and months turned in to years. With each year your heart grew heavier and wearier. You felt abandoned, to be honest. You never got to know what had happened. You felt like you'd lost a friend. Perhaps more than a friend. Now wishing you had spoken out earlier, about your feelings, hopes and dreams. For a future that now could never be. He was gone. Without a trace.
By the time you reached 80 years of age, someone came by your home. Clad in elvish armor and carrying a single letter. The elf spoke in what you by now knew was Sindarin. "The lord of Himring has perished. We were notified by remaining acquaintances of your existence. Farewell I bid you, and my condolences." The ellon was curt and spoke quietly. As if mentioning Maedhros' name was dangerous. As soon as you grasped the letter, the ellon turned on his heel and vanished back in to the forest. Leaving you alone and bereft. He died. Maedhros had died. He had kept the war with Morgoth a secret from you. The singular letter in your trembling hands was handwritten by him. With explanations for everything. The very last of the letter read; "〔Y/n〕, if you read this, know that I have perished. Either in battle or from the torment of my own mind. My brothers have all perished before me. Except Maglor. In whom I hope you might find some consolation. I distanced myself early. For your sake and mine. I loved you. Please forgive me, if I am deserving of your forgiveness. If you think me undeserving, I will accept it to be so. May Illuvatar protect you."
Your last years were spent in a blur of grief and foggy memories. The cause of your death being grief. It was too much for your old heart to withstand.
Many an age later in Valinor was reborn a certain copper haired elf. Maedhros had been allowed to be reborn. But something still troubled the noldorin prince. And many elves whispered and speculated. Whatever could have possibly made the noldorin prince choose to sit outside on the patio, in the pouring rain? Every time it rained, Maedhros would sit outside on the patio, getting soaked to the bone. Perhaps it was also a cover for his innumerable tears. Tears he'd shed for hours in the rain. Mourning a love he had both been robbed of by circumstance and his own stubbornness. The rain would forever remind him of you. And he wished each time in vain that it would rain forever. Because if he closed his eyes and sifted through his mind, the memories of you and him together in the rain would feel all the more real. As if he had never left your side.
Prompt: Okay so, as a fan of you XIX The Sun, I was wondering if I could ask for a modern girl in middle earth, because I got elves in earth. So Id be content with a little switch. And, I would love the character to fall in love with Caranthir. It would be super funny for her to fall in love with the grumpy elf, and him to fall in love with an skincare obssesed girl that puts on overly dramatic eyeshadow. THANK YOU <333
Requested by: @burnetteofgold
A/n: Hi! Thank you for requesting. It was my first time writing for Caranthir so please excuse some of the characteristics. I hope you like it! ☺️
Warnings: (almost) drowning
It was a beautiful spring day, and you had set out to go on a picnic to a nearby meadow. The park was too busy these days with all the couples, parents and not to mention the little kids screeching at the top of their lungs. You wanted something quiet. Somewhere pretty, quiet and lovely for your picnic.
It didn't take you as long to prepare your basket as it had taken you to decide which eyeshadow look would be the best for the occasion. Green and pink? Yellow with sunflower theme? Baby blue? And the list went on as you sat at your vanity and stared at your reflection. Thinking long and hard about what would be the best combo for today. It was a well know fact to everyone who knew you that you loved colors and everything pretty. A magpie of sorts, attracted to shiny and beautiful things. And there was nothing wrong with that. Though perhaps your extensive collection of skincare would have liked to protest, if it had a voice to do so. Because skincare was another love in your life. Meticulous routines, extensive research on active ingredients and what was the best one for which skinconcern....you knew a lot. A walking skincare encyclopedia.
That same morning you had done everything as usual. Your morning skincare, haircare and all the little odds and ends you enjoyed before starting your day. Your day would however turn out very far from your comfortable routine. You were going to be in for a Rollercoaster and you weren't even remotely aware of it as you grabbed your bike keys and picnic basket. You didn't notice the slightly charged buzz in the atmosphere nor the way everything seemed to be so....on edge. Like something was about to burst, like a can of fruit preserves that's got too much pressure.
You took one last look in the hallway mirror, you had your comfy jeans on and a favorite t-shirt that gave you joy every time you looked at it. The makeup you wore was a pastel pink and green look inspired by the pretty tulips you had seen at the store yesterday. It brought out your eye color and gave you a boost of confidence to tackle the day.
You arrived at the meadow in no time. The sun was already high in the sky, making it pleasantly warm. The flowers of the field bloomed and lifted their fragrance in to the air, making it smell sweet. You had found your spot quickly and sat down. Enjoying your picnic for a long while.
The enjoyment of sitting down didn't last long however. Soon enough your mind began to itch for a little adventure. Getting up from your spot you ventured out further in to the meadow. On the hunt for pretty trinkets. You often found colorful rocks and small trinkets here. There was a river nearby as well. Since it was warm enough today, you decided to venture out to the river. Maybe read a little by the riverbank.
Standing by the riverbank you didn't get any time to recollect your bearings as in a split second the ground beneath you fell away in to the river. Throwing you in to the waters. You had no idea what was happening and panic started to set in. Flailing wildly against a current that you were certain was not so strong just a moment ago. You were dragged under the water roughly and struggled against the current. The temperature of the water suddenly became multiple degrees colder. As if you had jumped in to an icy lake instead of a warm spring stream.
You managed to come up for air and screamed as loud as you could for help. Through bleary eyes you could just about vaguely make out something or someone speeding towards you on what seemed to be a horse? You heard a deep masculine voice call out to you in a language you couldn't possibly understand even if you tried. But the urgency in his voice was universal. Withing moments your freezing, soaked body was hauled out of the waters on to dry land. You were shaking from both the cold and the adrenaline that was still coursing through you. When your eyes finally adjusted you saw to your great horror that you were not in the meadow anymore. But in some vast plains that resembled a winter landscape with an even larger river that was deep and dark. And you were sorely underdressed for the frigid temperatures.
You would later find out that you had nearly drowned in the river Gelion. Close to the border of Thargelion, kingdom of Caranthir the dark. You finally lifted your gaze and were met with a sight that made you freeze up. You were being held up by what looked to be a man who could put models to shame from back home. A long thick mane of unruly pitch black curls cascaded down his back and shoulders. His eyes reminded you of the blueish frost on the windows during a snowstorm. And his skin was soft and even. Aside from one large port wine stain birthmark, marring his beautiful features. But even that, to your half delirious state from nearly drowning, looked more like a peony than an ugly mark.
Caranthir spoke to you in a language you didn't understand. Which did not make any of this easier as he was after all the harshest of his brothers and the quickest to anger. And this man's patience....it grew thin. To Caranthir's great relief you could understand common. Which gave you some leeway in to calming him down. But he was not going to let you off easy. You had nearly drowned on his lands, were severely underdressed for the season and looked completely out of your mind. At least to him.
"Who are you and what ails you? Why were you in the river Gelion in this time of year?" Caranthir spoke through gritted teeth. He had to try his best not to kickstart his temper as it was already starting to smolder under the surface. Who in their right mind, dressed as such, would venture out in to an icy river? In the dead of winter! Caranthir was exasperated with you already, but he still had kindness in him. So after you spent 10 minutes explaining your situation he wordlessly hoisted you up and on to his horse. Wrapping his cloak around you to protect you from hypothermia.
The ride to Thargelion was not too long, but it was agonizing in more ways than one. First of all you were still soaked through and freezing. Secondly you were pressed up against what to you was possibly the most handsome man you could imagine. You were definitely not okay. It was unfortunate that this handsome man was also a cactus personified. The whole ride through he kept pestering you with questions and occasional barbs that made you think that perhaps he was entirely made out of poison. Caranthir wasn't too good at holding his tongue.
In the healing wing of Thargelion you were soon warmly accommodated and cared for. A healer was always close by to check on you and a maid kept you company for as long as her schedule allowed. Soon you had learned her name; Lanyarë, and became friends. Though for the most part of your friendship you'd end up calling her Lanya.
After your first encounter with Caranthir you had not expected him to be so generous. He had ordered a room to be prepared for you and for all your needs to be perfectly met. By nightfall you had cozied up in some pajamas after a warm bath and a filling meal. Any wounds you had gotten were treated and were healing quickly.
"What a day...I think I'm slowly going mad." You muttered under your breath. You by some sick twisted fate nearly drowned and ended up in Middle earth. "It might be best if I just go to sleep. Hopefully this is just one really realistic hallucination..." you mumbled before drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the many smells and sounds unfamiliar to you.
Come morning you awoke with the sorest limbs you'd ever had in your life. Not so unexpected after the events of the previous day. The day went by in an uneventful fashion; mostly staying in bed and being treated by healers. And the occasional interrogation from the elf you now knew was Caranthir. "He should have a plaque on his forehead; beware, barbed tongue & volatile." You'd grumble time and time again.
The next few weeks passed by speedily. Much to your surprise you'd come to like your grumpy host more than you'd dare to admit out loud. And after 2 months, it looked a lot like it was mutual. You'd find random flowers on your bedside table at ungodly hours of the morning. Which at first was admittedly creepy, but he was perhaps more emotionally constipated than you had thought. You frequently found yourself lavished with favors and privileges some other guest weren't getting. And the small embroidered squares of fabric here and there with sweets in them were puzzling. Until you one day had come to ask Caranthir for help, finding him in his office. Handling a needle and square of fabric with impressive precision. The silence in his office felt heavy, stifling, almost. He had all but sunk in to the floor. All it had to do was open up beneath him and Caranthir would've jumped straight in. This was by far the most red you'd ever seen the face of the lord of Thargelion. A cherry would be ashamed if it had to compete with him. The needle clattered on to the floor. A sound that was now much louder than it should've been. And a slight tremor could be seen in his hands as he rather abruptly stuffed the embroidered fabric into a pocket of his robes.
"What business do you have in my office at this time mortal? Have you no sense whatsoever?" He barked out. But it lacked conviction. He stubbornly held your gaze, unwilling to show weakness even in the face of being discovered.
"So...you are the one who's been sending me those pretty embroideries? Not Lanyarë?" You asked quietly. A little confused, you hadn't expected it to be him. Of all people.
"Yes. Yes it was me! What of it? Who did you think it was you obtuse creature-" His usual snide remarks started to resurface. It seems like he can't hold his tongue even with those he loves. Perhaps even more so with those he loves. He doesn't like deceit after all.
"I thought it was Lanyarë...you know, her name means weaver in your language, right? So I thought-" you were cut off soon after by an exasperated caranthir.
"No! By illuvatar you obtuse, dense, senseless mouse! It was not my maid. It was ME. How do you not recognize the handiwork of the lord of Thargelion? I sought counsel from my brothers, and asked countless elven ladies!-" Caranthir ranted for five minutes straight about you being denser than celegorm after too much elvish liquor. And you'd be tempted to believe him considering you had almost glossed over the fact that he had just confessed his feelings to you.
"Well at least it's mutual then." Was all you managed to mutter before slamming the office door behind you and walking back to your room with a heart beating faster than that of a mouse. He liked you too. That's all that mattered right now. The rest? You'd figure that out later. Your stay in Middle earth suddenly got a whole lot more fun.
Summary: just a night of deep desire and intimacy shared between Sylus and you.
Pairing: Sylus x gn!reader
Warnings: no plot; explicit sexual content; reader-insert (gender-neutral); rough sex; dirty talk; fingering; penetration; creampie; light orgasm control; begging; light restraint (hand-holding); intense emotional intimacy; soft aftercare; use of "sweetie", "sweetheart" and "kitten"
Word count: 1,2K
A/N: This is my first smut fic! I'm a bit nervous, yet excited to share it. I tried to make it as neutral as possible so everyone can read it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
Sylus held you in his arms; arms that felt like home, safe and comforting. His lips battled yours for dominance, the kiss deepening more and more as the heat between your bodies rose. The bed had never felt so far away, and a few seconds stretched into endless minutes as your arms wrapped tightly around him, as if trying to fuse him to you.
“Sylus,” you moaned, a whisper in the darkness of the night, with only a single light in the corner of the room gently illuminating the silhouette of the man in front of you. Sylus couldn’t hold back a smile; a soft, affectionate smile, tinged with mischief. His hands roamed your body slowly, tracing every line of your skin like a sacred altar. His red eyes locked onto yours with such intensity that you could feel it deep inside you.
“Tell me, kitten,” he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and sensual. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he finished, placing a kiss on your temple. The words that had been ready to leave your lips moments ago got stuck in your throat.
Sylus toyed with your body, his fingers traveling all over you while he watched you fight the sensations, struggling to form a single sentence. “Oh, my love, has your brain already stopped working? Come on, kitten, tell me what you want,” he said teasingly.
Barely able to handle the stimulation, you gathered your strength to beg for your love. “Please… I need you! I just need you! Now!” Sylus didn’t need another second. Hearing your plea, he threw you onto the bed, kissing your lips like a caged animal set free, starving and hunting its prey. His hands explored your body with growing pressure, and his own body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you.
Sylus’s tongue brushed over one of your nipples, pulling an immediate moan from your lips. His large hands spread your legs apart, positioning himself between them. His long fingers sank into you slowly, making your body twitch in response.
The movements began gently, subtly, then gradually found their rhythm, exploring your heat and pleasure, teasing until soft sighs escaped your throat. You arched your back at his touch, allowing him to take care of you, erasing any coherent thought from your mind; only Sylus’s name remained.
Without much effort, you reached your first climax, repeating Sylus’s name like a prayer. Your muscles clenched tightly around his fingers and you came, your body trembling from the firm yet careful touch of your beloved.
“Shhh,” he soothed, helping you through your orgasm, following each shiver of your peak. “Did it feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, with a sarcastic tone, watching you lying there on the bed. Slowly, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Positioning himself between your legs, he caressed your thigh with a gentle touch, his warm hands sliding up and down softly.
Gently, he aligned his body with yours. The silence between you brought a deep comfort to your senses. With a slow movement, he pressed his cock into your entrance, filling you firmly , yet carefully. Your eyes met his, and he couldn’t help but admire the image beneath him; your body, entirely his.
He leaned closer, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, sensual, firm, and full of intent. He started to move inside you, his motions light and steady at first; rhythmic, as if the person beneath him were made of porcelain and might break at any moment. “Sylus,” you moaned, every sensation overwhelming; but still not enough.
He smiled, trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking gently on your skin. “Tell me, kitten,” he whispered. His voice was so deep and sensual, it was driving you wild. Unable to bear another second of Sylus’s torturously gentle pace, you begged for more. “Sylus, please! Please! Don’t tease me anymore! I need you! I need you!”
The man let out a low, rough, provocative laugh; the sound vibrating against the skin of your neck. “You want more?” he asked, knowing that not even a single sentence could properly form in your mind. “Yes, no, maybe?” Sylus teased again. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Already gone dumb from just a few touches? I haven’t even really fucked you yet,” he said, voice dripping with malice.
“Sylus!” you screamed, moving, trying to get the slightest bit of friction while he teased you completely still. With a quick movement, he grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, holding them with his own. “Stay still,” he murmured, teasing you with a slow but intense motion. His cock slid back and forth, creating a delicious friction that made your eyes roll back, devouring your entrance as you tightened around him.
“You love this, don’t you?” he said with his rough voice. “You love when I take you like this and fuck you like it’s the last fuck in the universe, don’t you?” His filthy words turned you on even more; your body responded instantly, even with your mind empty of everything except Sylus. Sylus’s hands, Sylus’s body, Sylus’s voice; everything about him pulled from you the deepest feelings: love, lust, and comfort.
He released your hands, and you gripped the pillows tossed beside you on a bed now completely messy. The sounds of your bodies echoed through the room as he fucked your hole hard. “Sylus,” you gasped, feeling your body tremble. “Sylus, I think I—ah,” he smiled at your unfinished sentence, understanding immediately.
“You’re going to come, my love?” he whispered. “Of course you are. Come for me. Come real good for me.” You felt the heat growing inside your body, each of his movements lifting you higher, deeper into pleasure. Your body responded involuntarily, losing control and giving in all at once.
“Sylus,” you repeated the man’s name over you like a mantra, squeezing him tighter and tighter, each time closer to your climax. Sylus had no intention of stopping now, he himself was so close; he held your hands, squeezing them, guiding them to your sides. “Sylus, don’t stop, please,” you begged, and he let out a warm laugh.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it. Come for me, come.” He pushed his cock deeper and deeper, and that was all it took to push you over the edge in seconds. Your lips parted as you felt Sylus’s cock spill his hot release inside you, while he gasped in ecstasy.
He lay down beside you, catching his breath while you searched for yours. Sylus turned, smiling at the figure beside him. Your body was limp, still recovering from the moment you had just experienced. Turning your face, you touched Sylus’s lips with your hands; he held them and placed a soft, tender kiss, gently pulling you closer to him.
“Should we go take a shower now, maybe?” he whispered, and your answer was just a quick sigh.
“Not yet,” you replied, in a sleepy voice. “Just hold me like this for a few more moments,” you said, snuggling even closer to the man beside you.
The room was silent again, with the rays of dawn gently bathing the space in golden light
This was something I decided to do on a lark. The characters and their backstories (except for Necromancer! Mairon Zigûr) were inspired by stories I wrote featuring them. The list is far from comprehensive, but I will add to it and update the file whenever I come up with a backstory for another character and what supernatural creature they could be. Please credit if you use them for your stories/headcanon.
Themes/Warnings (More will be added as more characters are introduced): Death/Non-con/Fictional Vampirism/Fictional Lycanthropy/Shapeshifting
now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself
when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character
writer’s block is just your brain running a 200-tab browser in the background while you're trying to open a word doc. it’s all in there. good luck finding it.
