Requesting rules and status (open for the Silmarillion)
Ao3
⋆ - Author's favourite
Castlevania
Alucard:
Beautiful as the setting sun
Stand by me ⋆
Eternity
Richter:
Solace (1)
Solace (2)
The Silmarillion
Maedhros:
To Belong ⋆
Only you
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Yippie! I love it so much! Thank you so so much, will definitely request again!
Love Spood❤️🫰
I'm glad you enjoyed!! Feel free to send as many requests as you'd like! (Though no guarantee I'll write all), but don't let that deter you from sharing all your ideas! I just don't want to force myself to write something if I don't feel inspired by it, especially because I don't write too often <3
Saw you're taking requests, love having another silmarillion writer join! So exiting! Personally love our grumpy copper headed giant. My request is a reader with cuteness aggression. Hear me out. No doubt elves are always fit and shiney, but they gotta have some squish right? Just a little. So naturally...let me bite. This fic could be about the first time reader let's their intrusive thoughts win, or someone expressing concern over maedhros's bruising only for him to get war flash backs and try make an excuse. Or just straight faced admit his partner has the self-control of a rabid squirrel.
Much love from Love Spood🫰❤️
✩₊˚.⋆Only you⋆⁺₊✧
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I have never answered a request so quickly in my life, nor have I ever written something so silly. I was really inspired by this amazing ask, so thank you for sending it!
Maedhros x Gender neutral! reader
Absolutely zero descriptions of reader, no warnings, just fluff. T rating.
Summary: What happens when your gorgeous lover looks too tasty not to bite.
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Bite him. The thought had been bouncing around in their head for some time, and who could blame them? Maitimo looked far too delicious up close.
Laying their head on his chest, it was clear he was a wall of muscles built from years of training and fighting. His torso was dotted with scars, a reflection of the battles and horrors he had endured. His sheer size could send an enemy stumbling back in fear, but not them. Not when he looked so cute as his eyelids fluttered on the edge of sleep and his pink lips were slightly parted. So cute it made them want to squeeze his cheeks until they were all flushed and pull his gorgeous hair. Cute enough to bite. Affectionately, of course.
So, bite they did. They climbed up to be face to face with him , their breath fanning him, and dug their teeth into his plump cheek. A bit too hard perhaps, because in one second, Maitimo's eyes snapped wide open and he pulled away as if burned, with an expression that was a mix of shock, disbelief, and confusion all at once.
-What are you doing? - he asked while wearing the most puzzled look in all of Arda. He brought his hand to his cheek. He could feel their teeth marks and the area around them was swelling slightly.
- Perhaps I bit too hard... - they muttered in false regret.
Maitimo was still processing what had happened. One moment he was nearly asleep, and the next he felt hot breath and teeth sinking into him. He was utterly livid. The biggest question of all fell from his lips:
- Why did you bite me at all?
They looked away, sudeenly shy, even as a grin crept onto their face.
- I needed to. You looked too cute.
He found himself bewildered once again.
- What do you mean you 'needed' to bite me?
- That was not the only thing I needed to do to you. You should be grateful that was what I settled for.
A pause. Then, an astounded scoff left him as he shook his head.
- Unbelievable...- they heard him say under his breath, - What will I tell Káno when he asks about this?
- You can tell him the truth.
-Really? And what would that be?
- That you're too irresistible.
He was laughing now.
- As if I would ever tell my brother such a thing.
He sighed.
- Only you, my love. Only you would do something like this. It hurts, you know? - he said, rubbing the reddened bite mark and staring pointedly at it's author.
They shrugged.
- I could kiss it better, if you'd like? - they suggested with a mischievous smirk.
Maitimo pulled his face away jokingly.
- I don't trust you near my face anymore. Go to sleep.
They let out a huff, though there was no fire behing it, but settled against his chest again.
He wrapped his arms around them once more. Tomorrow, he would deal with the curious looks and questions, but that had yet to come. At that moment, there was only their warmth and the dully throbbing bite mark on his cheek.
Would you be interested in a bit of hurt/comfort with Maglor and Maedhros after he got rescued from Thangorodrim?
I feel like you’re writing style would fit really well for that type of story :)
Helloo!
Yess I love hurt comfort 😭😭 Thank you for the request!! I just want to clarify something, what kind of relationship do envision reader to have with them? Like romantic or platonic?
Also, this is probably going to take me a good while to write because I'm pretty slow and I have some important school stuff coming up, but I'll tag you when it's out🫶
Would you be interested in a bit of hurt/comfort with Maglor and Maedhros after he got rescued from Thangorodrim?
I feel like you’re writing style would fit really well for that type of story :)
Helloo!
Yess I love hurt comfort 😭😭 Thank you for the request!! I just want to clarify something, what kind of relationship do envision reader to have with them? Like romantic or platonic?
I went crazy after reading the Silmarillion and wrote this after not writing anything for five months yippe! This is the longest piece I've ever written, very proud of myself. It's kinda implied autistic! reader, but you can read it even if you're not, a lot of people experience these feelings.
Maedhros x F! reader
Pre Oath of Fëanor, implied autistic! reader, emotional hurt/comfort
Summary: Feelings of inadequacy always follow such crowded events.
A/N: This is based on my own struggles with autism and experiences may differ from person to person.
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Her chest felt tight as she sat on the finely woven rug that covered the floor of their chambers, mind still replaying the earlier events. It had just been a dinner. A completely ordinary dinner, with the same seven brothers and their father, as it was every week. Today, though, it was all coming at her at the same time.
She recalled sitting next to Nelyo, as she always did, wearing an elegant dress with small stones that caught the candlelight just right. It made her feel beautiful, and yet there was still doubt weighing on her heart. She always felt small in the presence of others. Small, and inconveniently in the way, especially when the others were well acquainted amongst themselves. A long time had passed since Nelyo had asked to court her, but she still felt misplaced, like she stood out too much and was noticed too little all at the same time, and these dinners where when it truly showed.
From her seat, she noticed how the brothers casually chatted with eachother. They always seemed to know exactly the right thing to say, never taking too long to answer or creating an awkward situation by speaking the wrong words, as she had a thousand times. A droplet of envy swirled in her stomach at the ease with which they navigated conversation and interactions. Oh, how she wished that could be her, for mingling to be something she enjoyed. To be able to feel the lightness of laughter and not wonder if she had exaggerated or if the laughing stock was her.
In truth, what she felt was sadness, deep and heavy as a stone settling into the ocean floor. Sadness at the fact that even though they were all sitting at the same table, she didn’t really fit in. It wasn’t as if the brothers refused conversation with her altogether, but rather that when they started it, she kept finding herself at a loss for witty replies or entertaining anecdotes, cutting right through the flow. It was humiliating and exhausting to always be the cause of stale silences.
She always kept quiet after that, fearing a repetition. She noticed the way Turcafinwë narrowed his eyes at her curiously, even though he was discreet about it. And then, how the twins quickly averted their gaze and shared a look. No one in the family was ever really rude to her. She believed that they simply found her strange, in a way. Well, that was nothing new to her.
Her fingers intertwined themselves with her beloved’s under the table, seeking comfort. There was an almost unnoticeable glassiness in her eyes as she kept them down. But he noticed. He always did. His hand squeezed hers reassuringly, and he wished he could just take her pain away. Maitimo debated asking if she wanted to leave and go somewhere away from the noise and the pressure, but he knew she wouldn’t want to draw attention to herself by leaving. So, he commited himself to dutifully stroking her knuckles with his thumb, and hoping she could feel his devotion through the touch.
At last, Fëanáro stood, announcing the end of the meal. She left soon after, not followed by Maitimo. She had told him before that she prefered to be by herself for some time after such situations, and, as much as it pained him to leave her alone when he knew she was hurting, he respected her request.
So, there she sat, while a thousand thoughts flied through her mind. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, but the fire was burning much lower than when she had arrived. Tears streamed down the bridge of her nose as she sniffled quietly. She felt like an inconvenience wherever she went, a disturbance to the usual flow of a friend group or a family, too loud, too quiet, too sharp and too soft all at once. A stranger, is what she felt like, in the presence of people she had known for years. They didn’t know her, not truly, not past the meekness she exhibited and didn’t truly represent her being, unable to show her core essence.All but one made her feel this way, one who knew her very soul, who never once made her feel unwanted. She knew he must be wondering if it was a good time to look for her already, and she wished he would.
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door:
- My love, are you well?
At her lack of response, he grew concerned. As soon as his keen hearing picked up her muffled whimpers, he felt his heart bleed. As softly as he could, Maitimo opened the door and rushed to sit by her side, eager to ease her suffering.
- Talk to me, melda. What do you feel?
His gentle tone was her undoing. The tears streamed faster down her cheeks, blurring her vision, and her body shook with sobs. Her trembling hands reached for him, longing to feel his grounding presence, to be held. He quickly obliged, opening his arms to let her curl into him and wrapping them around her. She cried into his chest, tears soaking through his tunic. Maitimo didn’t rush her, simply bringing his hand to tenderly scratch her scalp and whispering soothing words. After some time, she looked up at him through her lashes, and in the quietest of voices shared her troubles:
- I don’t belong, Nelyo. - ever so meekly, as if confessing a terrible crime.
It felt like a knife to the heart every time those words left her lips. He wished he could make her understand that she did belong, she did have the right to take up space and to speak and be known. If only she could see herself through his eyes…
- My love, you were born in this world, were you not? You too have a place in it. Do not let your mind tell you that you don’t deserve it. – he said gently, taking her face into his hands and wiping away her tears.
Her eyes lowered at his words. She knew he was right, but it was hard to make herself believe him fully when it always felt like everyone else was playing a game and did not care to tell her the rules.
- I know, it’s j-just that I don’t understand what I do so differently, w-why I always feel like an outsider… The others look at me strangely when they think I’m not looking, like I’m a completely different species. I would like to know what it feels like to fit in, just for once, but I ruin every conversation. How is it that one of them can bring life to a silent room, but one of me sucks all the lightness from it?
- You do not know how much life you bring to me, even with the smallest of gestures. The way you smile at me when I enter a room, how your eyes glimmer when you speak of your passions, the care with which you treat others… You do not suck lightness from anywhere, but rather bring your own, and it is plain for all to see. It is their own fault if they miss it. – he replied.
She sighed, feeling a bit lighter. A part of her knew that she didn’t have to act like all the others, that everyone was different, but years of ostracization made it difficult to let herself be at ease with that fact, and to convince herself that she deserved a place in the world, that she was not inferior. Nelyo was her greatest comfort, unwavering in his faith in her. He loved her so wholly, with all her quirks and ways. He never made her feel unworthy or small.
Tired, she nuzzled into his chest and let him carry her to the bed. His hand continued to stroke her hair soothingly as her sobs withered into small hiccups, grounded by his presence and the steady beat of his heart against her ear.
The whole world may look down, exclude, and laugh at her, and an age may pass before she finally convinced herself that her worth and right to exist were not defined by their opinions. But, during that time, she will not be alone, for there is one who sees her in her whole self, and not in what others think of her. Maitimo, who loves her for who she is.
Can someone please see if the links in my masterlist are working? Because I just clicked on them and they don't work for me and idk if it's just my phone
This is the answer to a request by an anon: "Hey can I request alucard x reader who asks him to turn her into a vampire because she doesn’t want him to be alone for eternity?"
It took me so long to finally write this. What can I say? I'm a master procrastinator. But it's here now! Enjoy!!
F!reader
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The idea had been in the back of her mind since the beginning of their relationship. Of course, _____ knew she would not live forever. The years would pass and there would come a day when she would not rise to see another sun, another fresh flower blooming in Spring, another flash of her beloved’s golden eyes. Those thoughts and such certainty weighed heavy on her heart. They stung. It hurt in particular to think of the consequences of her inevitable death on Alucard. He was three hundred years old, had seen death beyond measure, loved many times. Yet, she thought of what she would feel if he was the one to depart, thoughts too hurtful to dwell on for long. It would tear her heart to pieces. She wouldn’t wish it on him. And like so, her mind was made up. Today was the day that she would ask him, a request not to be taken lightly.
____ found Alucard in the library. He looked up from the book at her arrival, inviting her with only a look to join him on the sofa. She took a seat by his side and leaned her head on his shoulder. He sensed the stiffness in her form right away.
-Is something the matter, my dear? You seem tense.
Taking a deep breath, she explained, her voice quiet:
-I have been thinking… You and me, we are different; One day, I-I won’t be here anymore, and-
Now he was the one tensing up. His brow furrowed in confusion and pain. He knew this, of course, but he avoided such thoughts like the plague. ____ had never spoken to him about her mortality before, so why do it now, all of a sudden?
-____, you need not worry about this now. We have many years left, decades,even. - His tone was gentle and comforting, trying to soothe her concerns.
-No, you don’t know how it pains me to think of you wandering these halls alone, to not be able to be there with you. I want to ask you if you could t-turn me? Then you wouldn’t have to be alone.
Alucard’s gaze softened at her words. Her eyes had grown misty, making his heart clench. Even so, her proposal was heavy as a stone. It would be a lie to say he did not want to spend eternity with her, but to turn her would mean that she would lose her humanity, the greatest thing he admired in his lover. It wasn’t a decision to be made rashly. He needed time to consider. After some moments, wrapping his arms around her, he assured her:
-My heart, i can tell you with all certainty that it would be my honour to be by your side forever. But I can’t give you this without thought. You would lose many things you have now. I will think on it, but please do not forget that you would be changed. Do not make a choice you will regret.
She was relieved to hear his words. He hadn’t dismissed her, as she feared. He would think on it and so would she, and that was enough.
This is the answer to a request by an anon: "Hey can I request alucard x reader who asks him to turn her into a vampire because she doesn’t want him to be alone for eternity?"
It took me so long to finally write this. What can I say? I'm a master procrastinator. But it's here now! Enjoy!!
F!reader
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The idea had been in the back of her mind since the beginning of their relationship. Of course, _____ knew she would not live forever. The years would pass and there would come a day when she would not rise to see another sun, another fresh flower blooming in Spring, another flash of her beloved’s golden eyes. Those thoughts and such certainty weighed heavy on her heart. They stung. It hurt in particular to think of the consequences of her inevitable death on Alucard. He was three hundred years old, had seen death beyond measure, loved many times. Yet, she thought of what she would feel if he was the one to depart, thoughts too hurtful to dwell on for long. It would tear her heart to pieces. She wouldn’t wish it on him. And like so, her mind was made up. Today was the day that she would ask him, a request not to be taken lightly.
____ found Alucard in the library. He looked up from the book at her arrival, inviting her with only a look to join him on the sofa. She took a seat by his side and leaned her head on his shoulder. He sensed the stiffness in her form right away.
-Is something the matter, my dear? You seem tense.
Taking a deep breath, she explained, her voice quiet:
-I have been thinking… You and me, we are different; One day, I-I won’t be here anymore, and-
Now he was the one tensing up. His brow furrowed in confusion and pain. He knew this, of course, but he avoided such thoughts like the plague. ____ had never spoken to him about her mortality before, so why do it now, all of a sudden?
-____, you need not worry about this now. We have many years left, decades,even. - His tone was gentle and comforting, trying to soothe her concerns.
-No, you don’t know how it pains me to think of you wandering these halls alone, to not be able to be there with you. I want to ask you if you could t-turn me? Then you wouldn’t have to be alone.
Alucard’s gaze softened at her words. Her eyes had grown misty, making his heart clench. Even so, her proposal was heavy as a stone. It would be a lie to say he did not want to spend eternity with her, but to turn her would mean that she would lose her humanity, the greatest thing he admired in his lover. It wasn’t a decision to be made rashly. He needed time to consider. After some moments, wrapping his arms around her, he assured her:
-My heart, i can tell you with all certainty that it would be my honour to be by your side forever. But I can’t give you this without thought. You would lose many things you have now. I will think on it, but please do not forget that you would be changed. Do not make a choice you will regret.
She was relieved to hear his words. He hadn’t dismissed her, as she feared. He would think on it and so would she, and that was enough.
Hello! May I request Alucard and male reader cooking dinner together?
Hii
I have done something similar to this here, only gender neutral. Though, I will gladly write something new for you! Could you just please give me a prompt or sentence for inspo?
And also, I have another request to write before this one, so it might take a while!
Some nightmare comfort because hurt/comfort is my all time favourite thing. This was not proofread, so there are probably some mistakes.
F! reader
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Alucard was spent. He had been in the Hold the whole day rearranging a seemingly never ending pile of books in the shelves. Apparently, there was a large portion of tomes that hadn’t yet been sorted, left to collect dust in a corner for years. Typical Belmonts. Now, though, he rested, peacefully nestled in bed with his beloved, the hard work of the day behind him.
He admired her sleeping form with endearement. _____ was akin to an angel, with her gentle features, kind soul, and tender heart. She was his angel, at least. Not once had she lost her patience with him, even when he was impatient with himself. When thoughts of his past plagued him, she was the first to offer an understanding embrace, a shoulder to cry on, and loving words spoken with intent that showed him that, no matter what happened, no matter how heavily the ghosts of times past haunted him, she would always be by his side.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of her brows knitting together. Her body started to twitch, turning as if trying to get away from a hand reaching for her. Quiet whimpers left her lips, and the look of distress on her face intensified. He quickly understood what was happening. He was quite familiar with nightmares, especially after everything that had happened in his long life. He knew that one shouldn’t wake another that was having them, but to see her suffer and just sit idly by and wait it out while knowing there was something he could do about it, now that was one thing he wasn’t capable of. Gently, Alucard reached for her shoulder, shaking her ever so lightly so as to not startle her.
-_____? Open your eyes, my dear – he spoke softly, tying to pull her from the certainly horrifying scenes being played in her mind.
Still, she had yet to awaken, so he shook her a little harder:
-_____, wake up, remember where you are.
Her eyes shot open. She sat up, frantically looking around, gripping the covers as tears streamed down her cheeks. _____’ s gaze landed on Alucard. Oh, Adrian. I know him. He was something solid, real and unwavering, tethering her to reality when her subconscious was still unsure.
He offered her his hand, not knowing if she wanted to be touched or not, leaving the choice to take it to her. _____ grasped it immediately, and didn’t stop at that. Before the dhampir could even process it, she was holding onto him as if her life depended on it. Trembling hands gripped the fabric of his nightshirt, and he felt tears soak through it where she rested her head against his chest.
Adrian held her close, the sight making his heart ache. Oh, how it pained him to see his beloved like this. He knew _____’s mind was cruel to her sometimes, but she didn’t deserve it, not at all. Much like him, she was haunted by her past. She had known pain and loss and anger. How could the world be so brutal to such a gentle spirit? It was beyond him, really. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. She needed him.
Her body shook with sobs. He could tell she still wasn’t completely out of the dream. Running his fingers through her hair, he called her name softly, trying to bring her back fully:
- Do you feel me, _____? Feel my hand on your hair, on your back. I’m right here. I’m real. You’re with me, laying in bed, safe. You’re safe, my love.
Alucard felt her relax slightly at his words, her breaths slowing, the shaking reducing. She raised her head, gazing at him through frightened, reddened eyes:
- I was there again, Adrian, with her. And s-she-
Her next words died on her throat, fear taking over. It was as if actually saying them would make it more real. Well, it was indeed real, but in the past. Tears continued to pour, and Adrian cradled her even closer, tenderly caressing her hair.
- Shh, she can’t hurt you anymore, my sweet. No harm shall ever come to you again. I won’t let it.
He had seen the way her breath picked up again after she spoke. He started to take deep breaths himself, hoping she would mimic him. Thankfully, she did, starting to feel somewhat calmer. It was hard not to, when he exuded such an air of peace and temperance. She believed in him, his words reached her.
_____’s past was dark and twisted, but in that moment, she believed, truly, that it could not get to her. Alucard was thankful for that. All he wanted to do was cherish, love, and protect her. While he could not shield her from the bygone events of her life that plagued her so, he could at least hold her, wipe away her tears, remind her that she was safe. And he would be glad to do it for the rest of eternity, for as long as it took her to heal. He would stand by her.
I had my last exam of the year today, thankfully it was easy😭 This means I am finally free and able to write more! Please don't be shy and send requests 🫶🫶
