When Fingon was young, he gave Maedhros one of his golden ribbons. Maedhros treasured it and tied his hair back with it or used it as a bracelet. Even when he couldn't visit Fingon, he still had something so special to remember him by. Then he was captured by Morgoth and the ribbon was taken along with everything else lovely he owned.
Imagine his joy when he was reunited with the person dearest to him and once again a golden ribbon was woven in his hair. When he awoke after being rescued, one was finally there again. A tangible reminder that he was safe.
Every time Maedhros saw Fingon ever after, Fingon would gift him another ribbon for his collection. They got lost sometimes in the ever increasing battles of Beleriand. It was no issue, as Fingon was always there to give him more.
Until Fingon perished in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and thus there would be no more ribbons as gifts. Maedhros kept his remaining ones safe and wore them scarcely as to not soil them or risk loss. Despite these precautious, bits of fabric were easy to loose in the wilds and one by one his collection dwindled. The final proofs of his bond slipping away, leaving only memories.
He maintained them throughout the lonely years he fostered Elrond and Elros until it was time for them to leave and move on in the world. As a gift he gave them his remaining two which they held onto throughout the years. Elros kept his in his diary as a bookmark and it came over to Rivendell with the Faithful. Elrond tied his onto his silver harp. A little reminder of where they came from.
Once it came time for Elrond to depart for Valinor, he brought both shining strands of gold with him and wove them into his hair as he landed on the shore. There waiting for him, were Maedhros and Fingon with hair shimmering like the sun. They both saw those familiar ribbons and smiled. For they rightly took it as a sign that their legacy and love had lasted.
Thinking about how touch starved Spamton and Jevil would be
Like Spamtons been living in a dumpster for like 20 years isolated from everyone. He occasionally pops out when he hears someone walking by to sell them something but the most physical contact he'd probably get is a punch in the face or something. Bro probably sees couples out on dates hugging n stuff and just sits there watching
Jevil even more so cus he's been in prison for so long. How many people actually go down to his cell? Maybe like a guard every so often to give him food but they're not gonna stay and chat (unless there's like a different thing that gives him food that is not alive like a machine or something) he hasn't had physical contact in so long he's probably forgotten what it feels like or even knows what a hug is anymore
On my knees for anything nightmare sans angst probably anything also if your taking anons can I be 🦇 anon!
Of course you can be 🦇, indeed you are my first anon ever! Welcome to the blog ♡
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Nightmare Sans x Gender Neutral Reader // angst
Requested by 🦇 anon ~
TW: Suicide mentions (not comited), bullying mentions, swearing and a horrible way to narrate this fic-
~Tagging: @littleventcrawler
Narrates Nightmare
Pain, pain is what I felt at that very moment, but it wasn't the first time I experienced this anxious feeling, I always felt it as I was the villain.
We were supposed to be the guardians of the positivity and negativity to keep the balance balanced. But, they had to ruin it, I get it though, my brother, the positivity in person himself was such kind, sociable, brave and interesting that everyone wanted to be with him. And then we have me, the loneliest soul in my universe, I was always described as "Scary, disgusting and most of all, Evil". As you can imagine I didn't have a lot of friends back then, only a human.
They always treated me with respect and kindness, they protected me from my fears and even my own shadow, making me feel loved. But, nothing lasts forever. They had to keep torturing me, physically and mentally, as I was driving desesperate for it to stop. My thoughts were numbed, and the only thing that crossed my mind were the golden apples hanging on my brother's side of the tree. They looked like they could shine on their own, and I wanted to feel that shiny feeling too. That's when it happened.
I was being bullied again, by 4 or 5 villagers, Dream was dealing with some of his daily chores, he was not availed to help me, he was never. [Your name] was nowhere to find, they went missing a few days ago, and that's why the bullying grew worse,
the villagers who didn't like me tortured me saying how they could have died, or they could have grown tired of me and decided to leave me to my fate, or that someone could have done something to them just to see me suffer...They even said that they could have committed suicide to never come and see me again.
I lost it there, how could they say that? ... and, why did I started to believe that? It was within seconds but my mind decided it, [Your name] was gone forever, and, somehow, it was my fault. It was a pressure I didn't wanted to have, I had more than I could handle myself!!
And, I was inpatient for them to go, to leave me alone, for them to be gone and never see them again, that's what I always dreamed about, a day where nobody treats me bad or disrespects me. A day where me and my brother are treated equally as we have the same position.
And then I saw them, the golden apples. They shined so beautiful at the sun, I wanted to feel them, only one time, I knew I wasn't supposed to nor Dream could eat mine, but I just couldn't resist, I wasn't in any right to think as I quickly got one of them in my boned hand.
It still shined, but, the shine got darker and darker as it's color began to dissapear and turn into black. I was shocked, and I was even more when everyone in the village was around me with torches and pointy sticks looking furious at me. And thats when I knew it was too late to turn back, Dream screamed for me to stop but I just gave him a tired smile as purple tiny tears began to appear in my eye sockets. The apple at this time was already void-black and was making some odd black goo appear in my hand, I didn't gave it so much attention when I gave it a big bite.
Screams, loud and painful screams could be heard from miles. Tears were now running down my face as I fell to the ground, I felt so much pain. It felt like a nightmare that you just want to wake up from. My body felt weak and my bones were crashing into each other, deforming themselves and breaking in the process. I could only see the horror in my brother's face, he was the only one who watched me scared of what would happen to me.
After feeling such a painful moment, suddenly I felt, wonderful. I could see the villagers faces eated by fear as the watched me. It made me happy. They were scared of the goopy black thing that started to surround my body, as it began to melt with my bones and molding my new body. And the most important detail were the tentacles attached to my back, those were so handful when I had to get rid of the people in there.
I watched as my brother became a stone statue after I sliced the tree in half, laughing for how stupid he looked and saying goodbye to my now dead mother, and left my AU. Why would I stay in there? There was nothing left in that crappy place.
...
Obnoxious narrator
[Your name] needed to travel to another village since their mother was sick and needed someone to attend her. As they began to pack their things and all, they realised they needed to say goodbye to Nightmare, so they went to the tree but didn't found Night, instead they found Dream who said that Night was busy and that he would send their message to him.
They were pleased and said goodbye to him too. Days passed and their mother felt better, and one of their cousins wanted to take care of their mother so they could go back home. So they did!
They went back to their village only to be met with the tree cut in half, corpses of their neighbours around the missing trees and what horrorified them the most: Dream's statue and Nightmare being missing.
They started crying, not knowing what to do, but their clueless state disappeared as soon as a kind of portal thing appeared besides them. They looked at it amused, and a bit scared when a smaller skeleton jumped past it and looked around in joy.
"Huh, H-hello?" [Your name] said confused and a bit scared of him
"OH! Hi, there wasn't supposed to be anyone else beside Dream... Who are you?" The strange skeleton said approaching them
"Hmm..I'm [Your Name] [Last Name]-" They said almost heart dropping when they saw the strange man take Dream's statue like it was nothing at all
"W-what are you doing!?..Give it back!" They said graving Dream's statue lower half as they fought back the stranger "Ohw! No, stop! I'm not a bad guy, I want to help him..and you I suppose" He said falling backwards from letting go of Dream's stone state.
"How are you supposed to help us? Who even are you?" They said not trusting him "I'm Ink Sans, the guardian of the AUs, Ink for short" as he introduced himself [Your name] knew that their life was gonna have a lot of changes
And it did indeed, they became a part of a small group of skeletons and another human who fought for peace between the AUs.
They already fought with Error Sans, the destroyer of the AUs, Murder Sans from Dusttale and Killer Sans from Killertale. But, except Error, they seemed to work for someone else, someone powerful and scary. But their teammates refused to talk about him, even Dream refused!
They were curious, and their curiosity was easily solved. One night they were asleep, and everything was normal, no dreams but no nightmares, the common thing. But, as soon as their teammates started fighting again, they started having a weird dream.
In the dream, Nightmare was there but, as they began to came closer and closer to him, his appearance started changing brutally, leaving nothing but a black looking octopus skeleton with some horror faces to face them. And as soon as it spoke they knew everything.
"I thought you were dead" It said, looking sad? Disappointed? Hurt? [Your name] could only hold their hand to their chest as breath seemed to not by on their side, tears started running like some waterfall down their face as they looked at that skeleton. Noticing the moon crown on its head.
Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, penetrative sex, oral sex, fingering, talk of pregnancy, medical talk, past trauma, mentions of violence against children, infant death(implied), angst
Summary: In the time after the GodLord awoken from her death-like sleep the couple find comfort in each other. In the months following they find out surprising news and relive some past memories
Feedback appreciated, 18+. This gets a little heavy. My rut dabble takes place in the middle, only mentions but will give a link to that Here.
A bit from my Gilded Horns dabble is here too, it’s caught up in the main story
The flat of her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, golden eyes batting at him through her lashes.
His moan devolved into a chuckle, reaching down to take her chin and tilt her face upwards. “Insatiable little creature.” He murmured, tail lazily twitching behind him.
Her hands came up to teasingly trace one of the prominent veins along his shaft, quipping, “And yet my Lord’s cock is always hard when I proposition him.”
“Tis customary to stand at attention before thy Queen.” Morgott gave a wry smile.
His jesting caught her off guard, movements stopping. They both looked at each other for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.
It was rare to catch Morgott in such a mirthful mood, especially after things got more heated, and the Lady Tarnished cherished it to bits. Recent events still weighed heavily on her mind, she was quite thankful for the levity.
Morgott reached down, scooping up his little tarnished and bringing her into his lap. She placed her hands on his chest, raising a bit to catch his lips in a kiss. He accepted warmly, large fingers running through her golden hair.
Breaking the kiss just enough to whisper, “I didst miss thee.”
“I’m here.” She whispered back, tracing over his cheekbone. They kissed again, this time much more passionately, the tarnished speaking onto his lips the words again, “I’m here.”
He made a rumble, hands sliding down her sides until they found her ass, squeezing and earning a little gasp from her. They kissed fervently, each wanted to lose themselves in the other’s touch.
Groaning into each other’s mouths, sounds intermingling with the wet squish of their sexes. One of his hands was still snugly around a cheek of her ass, guiding her to bounce on his lap; each sink of her hips working more inches into her needy hole, causing slick to run down his length, cock pulsing.
A shiver ran through her body, the tarnished having to break the kiss to pant out breathily. Her blunt fingernails bit at the skin of his chest.
Morgott’s hold on her tightened a bit, worriedly. “Easy…” he whispered, mindful of how she was attempting to hasten the meeting of their hips, “Thou art still healing.”
“I’m fine!” She proclaimed just a bit too loudly, swallowing and reiterating at a much more palatable tone, “I’m alright…”
“Mhm.” He didn’t sound convinced, keeping a steady hold on her. Forcing her to wait and give herself ample time to adjust. He ran his free hand up and down her back soothingly; on the last dip he snaked around to her front, fingers going to the place they were connected.
The tarnished sucked in a sharp breath, head dipping to watch as he traced her opening. Gathering slick he began to rub soft circles on the small bundle of nerves, feeling her walls flutter around his cock in response.
He continued his efforts, feeling her insides give for more passage, her mewling spurring him on.
“We have all night.” He purred, easing her lower.
She tried to nod, a bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine as another inch sunk in.
With every sink of her hips her breasts bounced, it all making a very beautiful display. The carved ivory necklace bobbled atop her chest with their movements, the tarnished not taking it off even for a moment since she’d awoken. She’d loved his anniversary gift just as much, if not more, than he thought she would; keeping a small piece of him over her heart.
Morgott tilted his head back, losing himself to the pleasure, feeling his knot swelling.
He missed her, truly and wholly. As her walls clamped down on him and their bodies were locked together carnally, that sweetness of their recent reunion flowed back into his heart.
Her womb was flooded, both panting heavily as their movements slowed. Holding her close, Morgott lay back along the large bed, heartbeat hammering around his rib cage.
She felt like home…or the closest he’d ever come to such a feeling.
The way she looked at him, eyes blown out and face messily flushed, made him long deeper still for these little moments. Nights carved entirely for them, and only them.
A dance he would only share with her.
His dear beloved.
~
Months passed…
Morgott experienced his first rut as a married man. It was a much more primal experience than he had planned but the Lady Tarnished seemed to greatly enjoy herself.
Besides some lingering marks from teeth and a few almost faded bruising about her thighs, the rut seeped into pleasant memory. Work flowed back into normal and life ticked on.
Unchanged.
Or so the couple thought.
It all started slowly; small, gradual changes even the most sharp of eyes would not catch. Until an afternoon, chill with the coming of autumn.
“The Lady instructed me to postpone her meeting with the new landholders at our western border,” A steward informed.
“Hm?” Morgott looked up from his work, “Wherefore didst the Lady postpone?”
“She’s unwell.” The steward frowned, “Hasn’t left her chambers…”
He put away his quill, turning more towards the other, concern flashing in his good eye.
“What does his Lordship wish me to tell the waiting officials?”
It was odd for the tarnished to get sick, even more odd for her to cancel engagements. Morgott wanted to also postpone the meeting, but knowing it was time sensitive, he begrudgingly told the steward he would attend in the Lady’s place.
It took the better half of the afternoon before negotiations were settled, Morgott’s mind clouded with worry.
As soon as he was free he made his way swiftly to her quarters. Just as he approached the royal physician stepped out of her door. The man closed it carefully behind himself before turning.
“Will she be well?” Morgott asked, tone shadowed with worry.
“Oh yes, she’ll be fine.” The physician nodded with certainty, pulling off his gloves as he spoke, “She should be right as rain in about nine months.”
“Nine months?” Morgott echoed, brow furrowing, a long-standing illness didn’t seem as if it should be of such little concern to him.
“Give or take.” The man rinsed his hands in a small basin of water along the hall wall. He turned to see Morgott’s confusion and chuckled.
“She’s pregnant.” The physician smiled.
Time stopped for a heavy moment, up the words almost bouncing off his skull.
“I’ll be sure to check in on her often, the pregnancy may come with certain complications.” The man explained.
“C-complications?” Morgott tried to hold onto any scrap of information his mind would allow.
“Given your…affliction.” The word struck him.
Affliction? Affliction??
His curse, his blood…staining his beloved.
He didn’t hear the physician’s next words, his heartbeat heavy in his ears.
Oh by the Erdtree what if the baby was cursed as well?
Dark memories of the sewers flashed across his mind. The smell of rot and death. The wetness that sank into his very bones.
No, that wouldn’t happen again. But even the chance...
He felt his stomach clench, swallowing thickly as he blinked down at the man before him.
“Let her rest.” The physician instructed, “And make sure she drinks plenty of fluids.” With that the man nodded and left, leaving Morgott looking at the closed door.
Oh how it felt like a boss wall to him now. He was deeply torn between wanting to rush in and scoop up his little tarnished and fearing facing her all together.
Yes, she had always regarded him as an equal. Given him love and acceptance in bounds, more than he honestly thought he deserved. But this was different…
What if his curse hurt her, or the child? What if his blood twisted up the poor little life?
Would she ever forgive him?
His chest clenched, hand trembling as it reached for the knob.
The room was quiet, the tarnished sitting beneath the covers on her bed. She looked pale, a bucket by her bedside table.
He saw the concern flash across her face before ripping away her gaze from him. His heart sank.
Morgott knelt down by the bedside, still much taller than her. The tarnished didn’t meet his gaze, worrying her hands a bit in her lap.
“How art thou feeling?” He ventured, voice gentle.
“I’m alright.” She mumbled, quietness betraying her.
Morgott reached out, caressing her cheek, “…Beloved mine.”
She melted into his touch, emotions cracking. She took a shaking breath, bright eyes glassy. “I’m sorry.” She blurted out, big tears spilling from her eyes.
Morgott frowned, mouth a thin line. All his earlier fears and misgivings crashing down on him in a fresh wave. He felt his chest knot up, deepening the contact with her. “Wherefore, apologies?” He murmured the words.
“I don’t want you to be angry with me.” She hiccuped, “I didn’t think this would happen so soon.”
She thought he would be angry with her?
“Doest the idea upset thee?” He asked, “Being with child?”
The tarnished wiped her eyes, trying to steady her breath as she answered, “No…it’s just a shock. I thought you would be cross…or disappointed…”
The tension caused a nervous chuckle to bubble up his throat, “Never.” He swallowed again, mouth feeling as if full of glass, “Tis I who should apologize.”
He saw fresh tears well up, thrusting to spill. “I fear mine blood may continue to stain the Golden Lineage…” voice almost inaudible, guilt heavy. His words made her cry harder, unable to argue with him in her current state.
Morgott didn’t speak anymore, instead moving to lay beside her. The tarnished immediately cuddled into him, tears wetting his fur. He held her close, her emotions running their course.
~
Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, Morgott leaving her to rest. As he made his way down the halls his mind was a storm.
His feet took him to a narrow staircase, one that he had to squeeze through given his larger frame. The smell of dust filled his nose, this area left undisturbed for quite some time.
Morgott had few little possessions from his time before becoming King of Leyndell, trinkets or tools for survival that held sentimental meaning now. Items that brought terrible memories bubbling up, but he couldn’t bring himself to dispose of. So he holed them all away here, in an old forgotten storage tower of the castle, almost too small for him to access.
He pushed away some items to reveal an old wooden chest, lifting the magical seal over it. The wood creaked in protest as he forced the lid open, old hinges groaning. He fanned away the cloud of dust, coughing as it coated his tongue.
Blinded a bit, he dug through old cloth and papers searching.
His hand made contact with something, rough and pointed under his fingertips. He pulled the item free, throat tightening: the Regal Omen Bairn…
He looked over the small carved fetish, swaddled in stained rags, frozen for many heartbeats. His hand smoothed over the small carved face, chest feeling tight.
Memories shot through his skull like a steel bolt:
The grate being opened far above. The light shining down into the murk like a golden pillar. Suddenly the light was obstructed as a bundle was dropped through the hole; the dark shape a heavy contrast to the beam of magnificence.
The sound of a newborn's crying filled the shunning grounds, shrill and searching. It was branded onto Morgott’s young mind. Yet the sound was fleeting, perhaps only a heartbeat in reality, hearing the screaming as that bundle fell into the gloom seemed like a lifetime.
And a lifetime it was. The crying stopped abruptly, replaced with a wet crunch as the bundle found the sewer floor. Morgott clutched his stomach, bile staining the back of his throat.
The scrape of the grate echoed around, the shunning grounds cast into darkness once more as it was sealed away.
I needed you to please give my reflection a break from the face it's seeing now
listen to this
(bonus close up of his crying face under the read more cause you gotta suffer with me)
(click em for better quality)
(let me specify that i totally do not see yamima and malik’s father in the same light ! he’s just smn malik is scared of/wouldn’t like to be reminded of in his reflection - at least not in canon)
