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.”
¨*:·Guess The Cat’s Out The Bag | Getting Caught Dating¨*:·
Headcanon: Amrod, Argon, Angrod, Galdor
˖˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Amrod — because he’s a master of pranks and grew up sharing and holding secrets for his twin, the both of you being a secret relationship is tight lip, locked and seal. That is if his twin hasn’t caught on the abnormal behaviour of his twin whenever you’re in the room.
The straightening of Amrod’s posture and the quietening of his voice whenever you set into their circle to reintroduce yourself and greet the nobilities. Amras could see how his brother’s hand shook and the starry, softer look in his brother’s eyes the longer he observed the older male.
A bright was plastered across Amrod’s face the minute you stepped into the room and made your way elegantly to his small clique. The swoosh in the fabric of your clothes and hair made you appear like a deity in his eyes, his grin accidentally stretched further across his face. Both you and his brother caught the moment and while you stared in horror at his slip up, Amras stared in suspicion.
Approaching the twins, you slightly bowed and extended your hand to greet them both, resisting the urge to turn your full attention on the social twin. Even you couldn’t hide the sparkle in your eyes the longer you locked eyes with him. It was as though Amras has vanished from your little circle along with the other guests in the room and all that mattered where you two. The little flustered look you gave him, eyes darting between his face and your glass was interrupted by the clearing of a throat.
“I don’t mean to break up the romantic love scene between you two but, how long have you been together behind my back…brother?” Amras voice rung through the air with a smirk in his voice as he faced his brother’s horrid expression.
Stuttering and stammering, Amrod felt his pressure rising as he darted around, hoping no one else saw and whispered through his teeth, “I-If you spill a word about us, you’ll wake up swimming with the geese in the pond.”
“Amrod,” you warned to calm him down and placed your hand on his arm, “no need to threaten your brother. I’m sure he’ll keep it a secret.”
“Yes Amrod! No need to threaten your brother, he’ll keep it a secret!” Amras teased and eyes shimmered over the rim of his wine glass as he wiggled his brow.
“Though, I am tempted to tell everyone…you did keep a secret from your favourite brother. You hurt me.”
˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Argon — he should know better than to keep something hidden in his family especially when his siblings were Aredhel and Fingon. He grew up in their footsteps, mostly his eldest brother, so he was his confidant and advisor, he knew Fingon would be saddened that his baby brother kept such a precious secret from him.
But even Argon struggled on his own to keep your relationship under the radar. Hearing your name would make him giddy and blush, and butterflies would erupt in the pit of his stomach. Your presence would make him malfunction, so keeping your affair under the rug was a failure from the start, but a joyous attempt for laughter sake.
The twinkling of the twilight canopy loomed overhead as you and Argon laid on the slightly warmed blanket in the fields and viewed the constellations. Your fingers eagerly pointing out all the stars and calling them out in the attempt to discover the most and beat Argon, since he had the winning streak. For someone who got distracted easily, he sure had a fixed attention span when something or, in this case, someone caught it.
A mixture of soft and loud laughter rumbled throughout the undisturbed night’s air when he rolled closer to your side and whispered something humorous in your ear, followed by a kiss to your cheek. It wasn’t often he was open to affection sight everything was kept under radar, and you both had a good enough reason for such. Not a single one of you suspected the soft padding of footsteps behind you.
“So, this is why you couldn’t stay for family night,” the accusing voice of Fingon startled you both, urging you to scramble apart and off the blanket. Behind him stood Aredhel with a mischievous smirk on her face, ready to tease her baby brother. “B-Brother…it’s not what you think!”
Everyone except Argon, even you, were appalled by his line of defence, it was pathetic. “It’s not what we think?,” both exclamations came from Fingon and Aredhel before the elder spoke out, “you two were kissing and giggling like teens.” This time, he turned the heat on the tease. The obvious grin on their faces told Argon that he was in trouble from them both.
“J-Just don’t tell amillё and atar, I’ll be pestered worse than you two already plan on…”
Shrugging their shoulders, it was Aredhel who teased, “I actually don’t mind, Finno and I are going to bet on how long you two can keep it a secret.”
“I hate you two.”
˖ ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Angrod — his idea of keeping something a secret stays a secret, so you don’t need to worry about the cat being let out the bag. He’s coherent with his actions which means no one is going to figure out you two are a thing. The most that might happen is the speculation of your relationship due to your friendship you shared as a means to linger close by.
However, they were moments that went by where the both of you weren’t being careful with your actions and everyone got the message. Let’s just say that the teasing was never ending for his huge slip up in that moment. He couldn’t help himself and lose focus when you were sitting so beautifully across from him, shinning in all your glory.
His eyes were locked on you the entire time during the dinner his parents regularly held quarterly. Dressed in your lighter house colour since you were of Telerin descent, pearls and the colours of the sea were your garments. The mistake you made with your outfit was dressing too perfectly to the point Angrod’s eyes remained locked on you at all times. Even while his brothers were chatting with him, he kept his eyes focused on your pretty figure.
“Angrod! Oi, I speaking to you!” shouted Aegnor before giving him a rough shove to make him snap out of his enchantment. Though, it was his eldest brother who was observing how he was quiet the entire night and only engaged in conversation with you. Being the outspoken person he was, Finrod forgot his filter in that moment and allowed the cat to escape the bag.
“Are you and Y/N together?” The entire table fell silent minus the coughs from you two at the abrupt question that blew your cover. “You’ve been staring all night at them brother. More than friendly…”
“I agree, there’s a bit of…affection behind those eyes. Care to tell us something we don’t know, or already suspected?” This time, Finarfin decided to join in on the teasing after observing your interactions all evening. Nothing missed his eyes and Angrod should have known better.
Clearing his throat and making a quick dart in your direction, he cast his eyes at his plate and awkwardly chuckled. Speaking up, he spoke too quickly, giving himself away, “N-No, there isn’t anything between us, just friendship.”
At first, there was a silence that fell over the table before the cheeky announcement from Finrod. “I told you he’d deny it. Pay up, you all lost the bet!”
“Wait! You all placed bets?”
“Yeah, but all you had to do was admit you were together and not lie. Now I have to pay both father and brother,” quarrelled Aegnor, “thanks a lot idiot.”
˖ ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Galdor — the only reason this lovely quiet Lord would keep his relationship a secret would be to prevent the prying and mischievous eyes of his best buddies from making things clustering. Galdor had heard enough from the other Lords’ lovers that they were snoopy, and that was the last thing Galdor wanted. He wanted to love you on his own with any intervention.
All day he was in his study, busy with filling out orders for the upcoming spring festival and ensuring that his produce was healthy and in stock. You didn’t have to be in the room to know that he was tired and frantic hence your reason for visiting during the later hours of the evening when most of his work cleared up. Standing behind him and massaging his shoulders, you couldn’t help but lean in to give him a chaste kiss which escalated.
As sweet and chaste it was, you wanted another and leaned forward to capture his lips in another round of light kisses. You could feel Galdor melting into your touch and tell that he craved them just as much as you did. Turning to face you causing the kiss to deepen, there was the sound of the doorknob twisting and in walked Lord Ecthelion followed by the Egalmoth with awkward stares on their faces. As intruding they were, it was strange to witness their friend being romantic when he claimed he was single.
“So, which one of us won the bet?”
“I don’t believe any of us won. We all bet that he really didn’t have someone.”
“The both of you are aware that I can hear you right?” Snapping their head over to an irritated Galdor they lifted their hands to show their surrender, however, Galdor knew one would speak. The smirk on Egalmoth’s face spoke volumes since he was known for his gossiping tendencies.
“If word gets out, I’ll find you Egalmoth.”
“You want to keep it a secret? Why? We could be celebrating and getting drunk in your honour.”
Huffing, Galdor stood from his chair and rounded the desk to stand with his arms folded across his chest. “Because I will poison your food supply, that’s why. You are the worst at keeping secrets; I don’t trust you.”
“You want to bet that I can keep it a secret?”
“If you lose, I’ll really poison your food supply.”
