House of Finarfin | When You Prank Them By Walking Around Naked
Request: Good Morning! Can I ask for a group headcanon of House Finarfin whos partners walk up to them naked in their house/rooms? (I was inspired by the nakey challenge on tiktok a while back) Like maybe they just took a bath or wanted to distract them? Thank you!!!
A/N: I hope this was what you were referring to and wanted to have written based on your request, anon. I interpreted it like this, and, I had fun. Ugh, finding a good gif was so hard for this post 🥲
Warnings: slightly suggestive, nudity
Synopsis: When you walk around naked to distract them (based on the tik tok naked challenge)
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Finarfin
You watched him from the doorway, a playful grin tugging at your lips. He hadn’t noticed your approach—too absorbed in his work. Perfect. You’d just finished your bath, skin still warm and fragrant from the scented oils. A soft robe hung loosely around your shoulders, but you hadn’t bothered with anything more. The challenge was simple enough. Distraction.
Padding across the room on silent feet, and stopping just behind his chair, he was still oblivious. With a wicked little smirk, you let the robe slip from your shoulders, pooling on the floor in a whisper of fabric.
“Ara,” you murmured sultrily, “are you terribly busy?”
He startled, quill jerking across the parchment, leaving a long, inky streak. Immediately, his gaze snapped to you—then down. You watched as his lips parted, and for a moment, the Prince of the Noldor was utterly speechless.
“...Valar save me,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face as though to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. His gaze flickered back to you, and despite his best efforts, it lingered. “What in Arda are you doing?”
You shrugged, stepping closer. “You’ve been working all day. I thought you could use a break.”
“A break?” Finarfin cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his usual composure. His ears flushed pink, a rare crack in his regal façade. “And you thought…this was the best way to get my attention?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
He fumbled, lashes fluttering and mouth fidgeting, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I am trying to focus on important matters.”
“Am I not important?” you teased, perching on the edge of his desk, completely unbothered by his flustered state.
Finarfin’s eyes flickered to the door as if half-expecting someone to burst in at any moment. “We have servants. What if—”
“The door is locked.”
“Oh.” He exhaled sharply, shoulders relaxing. Then his gaze softened, taking in your mischievous expression. “You’re being awfully scandalous.”
“And you love me for it.”
“I do not believe I have much of a choice,” he murmured, standing to wrap his arms around you. His hands rested lightly on your waist, his touch hesitant at first, as though unsure where propriety ended, and indulgence began. Then, with an accepting chuckle, he leaned down to kiss your temple. “Next time, perhaps warn me before you—”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
Finrod
He was lounging in the sitting room, strumming absentmindedly on his harp, humming a tune you didn’t recognise and lost in his own world. His hair, still damp from his earlier swim, curled slightly at the ends, and he wore a loose tunic that had slipped off one shoulder. The sight of him—relaxed, content, utterly beautiful—sparked a mischievous idea. You slipped away to shed your clothes, returning with nothing but a confident smile.
He didn’t notice your approach until you were standing right in front of him, casting a shadow over his harp. It was then, when he glanced up, his fingers still on the strings.
“You’re blocking my light—” he said lightly, but his smile faltered when he took in your appearance. His eyes widened, and his fingers fumbled, producing a discordant twang.
“Did I interrupt?” you asked innocently, taking a step closer.
“Uh—” Finrod cleared his throat, dragging his gaze up to your face with visible effort. “Not…exactly?”
“Good.” You knelt on the cushion next to him, leaning in just enough to invade his space. His scent—salt and pine and something uniquely Finrod—was intoxicating.
Carefully, he set his harp aside, hands lingering on the instrument as though it might have grounded him. “Is there a reason you’ve decided to forgo clothing today?”
You shrugged, pretending to consider. “I thought you’d appreciate the view.”
“I do,” he admitted, strained. His gaze flickered down, then quickly back up, as though afraid he might get caught staring. “Very much.”
You grinned, delighting in his rare moment of awkwardness. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“Am not.”
“Finrod.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Perhaps a little.”
You took the opportunity to lean closer, brushing your lips against his cheek. “I think it’s sweet.”
He chuckled softly, finally relaxing into the moment. His arms looped around your waist, pulling you into his lap with a gentle ease. “You are far too good at distracting me.”
“That’s the idea.”
For a long moment, he simply held you, the world beyond the room fading into irrelevance. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your back, and his voice softened, a playful accent returning.
“You know,” he murmured, “there’s a song in this.”
“Oh?”
“‘The Tale of the Naked Muse.’”
You snorted, burying your face in his shoulder. “Please don’t.”
“No promises.”
Angrod
Angrod stood at the table in your shared room, thoroughly reviewing the latest maps sent from the borders of Dorthonion. His sharp eyes scanned each detail, brow furrowed as he considered potential weak points in the defences. The light from the window cast a golden glow on his hair, making him look like some warrior out of legend, which—let’s be honest—he was.
But he was also your husband, and if you had to sit through another day of him muttering strategies under his breath, you were going to lose your mind. So, after your bath, an idea struck you. Wrapping your robe around yourself, you peeked out of the bathroom, waiting for the perfect moment. When he turned his back to you, you silently discarded the robe and stepped into the room.
He didn’t notice at first. You bit back a laugh at how absorbed he was. Approaching quietly, you draped your arms over his shoulders from behind, pressing your bare chest against his back.
“Hmm?” He glanced at your hands, then froze as he realised you were entirely unclothed. “What are you—?”
“I was lonely,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his ear.
He stiffened for a heartbeat before turning to face you fully, his eyes widening as he took you in. His gaze flickered down, lingering on the curve of your body, then back up to your face, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
“Lonely?” His voice was soft and teasing. “Is that so?”
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from grinning. “Very.”
His hands found your waist, warm and firm. “And your solution was to...stroll in here without a stitch of clothing?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours before pulling back just enough to speak. “It did. But you are aware that anyone could walk in? My brothers, perhaps?”
You gave him a knowing smile. “Then you had better hurry and lock the door.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a few strides, locking the door with a satisfying click before returning to you. There was a rare gleam of amusement in his eyes now—one you didn’t see often, but it always made your heart race when you did.
“You are trouble,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you effortlessly off the floor.
“And you love me for it,” you teased, laughing as he carried you toward the bed.
He laid you down gently, hovering over you with a soft expression that made your chest ache. “Aye,” he whispered. “I do.”
Aegnor
Sitting by the fireplace in the main room, Aegnor was busy polishing his sword with a cloth. His long golden hair caught the firelight, glowing like molten metal, and his sharp, elegant features were focused in deep concentration.
You stood by the doorway, garmented in your nightwear, watching him for a moment. There was something endearing about how serious he looked—as if polishing a sword was the most important task in the world.
An idea popped into your head. Grinning to yourself, letting your nightwear slip from your shoulders, you stepped into the hall, bare feet making soft sounds against the stone floor.
Aegnor noticed you immediately, his keen eyes flicking up from his task. His hands froze, the cloth stilling against the blade as he took you in—standing there, completely naked, with a playful smirk on your lips.
For a long moment, he said nothing. His blue eyes burned as they swept over you, lingering on every curve, every detail. You saw his throat bob as he swallowed, and the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Is there a reason you’re wandering about unclothed?” His voice was steady, but there was a teasing tone to it.
“I was hot,” you replied casually, stepping closer. “And bored.”
He set the sword and cloth aside, rising gracefully to his feet. “Ah, and you thought you might entertain yourself by...distracting me?”
“Is it working?”
Aegnor’s lips curved into a slow, hungry grin. “Oh, it is most certainly working.”
You closed the distance between you, placing a hand on his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath your palm, but you could see the way his pupils dilated, how his breathing deepened.
“Have I mentioned how much I enjoy distracting you?” you murmured.
“You’ve made it quite clear.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before letting his fingers trace down your neck and along your collarbone. His touch was light, but it sent a shiver down your spine.
“You’re bold,” he said, voice soft and approving. “But what if someone were to see you?”
“I locked the doors.”
His brows lifted in mock surprise. “Did you? Thoughtful.”
“Always.”
Taking your hand and leading you toward the fire, he pulled you to sit on his lap. “Well, since you’ve gone through the trouble of ensuring our privacy, it would be rude of me not to appreciate the effort.”
