Request: [Mixed Selection] May I request headcanons for a flirty human reader with Celegorm, Finrod, Glorfindel, Maedhros and Elrond? Reader is flirting with them but she actually has no romantic interest in them. Genre and being sfw/nsfw don't matter for me - dealer's choice. Thank you in advance!!
A/N: I went with the SFW route that was slightly suggestive, it felt more befitting given the ‘non-romantic interest’ and I was in the mood for a good laugh. This was just a lovely request, anon. Thank you for the request!
Synopsis: When you decide to flirt with them despite being romantically uninterested in them, all for the sake of fun.
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Maedhros
𑁍 You had no idea how you ended up befriending Maedhros, but once you did, you realised something very important: the Eldar were woefully unprepared for human audacity, and Maedhros, in particular, had absolutely no idea what to do with you.
𑁍 “You should smile more,” you told him once, watching as he adjusted his vambrace with that usual, distant intensity. “I bet it’d make all the ladies swoon.”
𑁍 He blinked at you, unimpressed. “I am a Prince of the Noldor. My concerns are not—”
𑁍 “Oh, so you already have them swooning? I should’ve known.” You smirked, tapping a finger against your chin in mock contemplation. “Is it the brooding thing? Or the battle scars? Or maybe it’s the hair—tell me, Maedhros, how many maidens have tried to braid flowers into it?”
𑁍 The strangled noise he made was priceless. It became a game after that. You, being utterly shameless, and Maedhros, being utterly unprepared for someone who flirted without actually meaning it.
𑁍 “Would you catch me if I fell?” you asked once, lounging across a bench like some ancient philosopher contemplating the meaning of life. And Maedhros, ever pragmatic, glanced at you and said, “You are sitting down.”
𑁍 “Hypothetically.”
𑁍 “...I suppose, yes.”
𑁍 “Would you cradle me in your arms and whisper soft reassurances?”
𑁍 “No.”
𑁍 “What if I cried a little?”
𑁍 He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose like he was summoning every ounce of patience left in his soul. You were his worst nightmare.
𑁍 Once, after a particularly ridiculous exchange, Maglor (who found you endlessly entertaining) finally asked, “Are you actually trying to court my brother?”
𑁍 “Oh, absolutely not,” you replied without hesitation. “I just like to see if I can make him malfunction.” The absolute horror on Maedhros’ face was a thing of beauty.
𑁍 “You are malfunctioning,” Maglor pointed out.
𑁍 “I am not—”
𑁍 “Name one time you’ve reacted normally to them.”
𑁍 Maedhros opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Then just glared at you. “This is entirely your fault.”
𑁍 You gave him a dazzling smile and fluttered your lashes. “And yet, you keep me around. Hmm. Almost like you enjoy my presence.”
𑁍 “I do not,” he lied blatantly.
𑁍 Eventually, Maedhros stopped protesting, but the sighs of long-suffering continued. You were convinced that, despite his protests, he secretly enjoyed your antics. After all, he never once told you to stop.
Celegorm
𑁍 Celegorm first mistook you for a genuine suitor, which was honestly on him. You had flirted outrageously, batting your lashes and trailing your fingers along his arm while calling him ‘my mighty hunter.’ He had puffed up like a peacock, utterly convinced that you had fallen for his rugged charm.
𑁍 “I understand,” he had said gravely one evening, after you had draped yourself over the back of his chair and whispered something about strong hands and archery skill. “It is difficult to resist me.”
𑁍 You nearly choked on your wine. “Oh, you sweet summer child,” you laughed, patting his shoulder. “I just like watching you squirm.”
𑁍 Celegorm sat there, utterly frozen, like a man who had just been hit by a metaphorical wagon. He stared at you, at the sheer audacity, before narrowing his eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game, human.”
𑁍 “Oh, but you’re so fun to mess with,” you grinned, winking.
𑁍 After that, Celegorm dedicated himself to turning the tables. He flirted back with wild intensity, cornering you in halls with smirks and murmured threats of “revenge.” It became a game, a constant back-and-forth of smouldering looks and ridiculous one-liners. The moment you actually backed off, he huffed in disappointment. “What, giving up already?”
𑁍 “Of course not,” you grinned, sauntering past. “I just like keeping you on edge.”
𑁍 One day, he finally called your bluff, leaning down so close his breath brushed your ear. “You talk big, but I don’t think you could handle me.”
𑁍 You burst into laughter so hard you had to clutch your ribs. “Oh, Tyelko, if I wanted to handle you, I’d have done it already.”
𑁍 He stared. You sauntered away, leaving the great hunter standing there, looking more hunted than ever.
Finrod
𑁍 Finrod had your number from the start. The very first time you tried to lean into him and sigh about how ‘utterly entrancing’ his eyes were, he simply raised a golden brow and smirked. “Oh, is that so?”
𑁍 You pouted. “Must you ruin my fun?”
𑁍 “I would never, but I am curious—do you say this to all elves, or am I special?” he purred, clearly amused.
𑁍 “Oh, you’re special, all right,” you grinned, tapping his chest. “Most elves just blush and stammer. You, however, are proving to be a challenge.”
𑁍 Finrod delighted in the game. He indulged you with little flourishes—offering his hand with an elegant bow, leaning in when you whispered something ridiculous, murmuring things in Quenya just to watch you shiver dramatically and sigh, “Oh, if only I knew what that meant!”
𑁍 “It means, ‘You’re absolutely shameless, and I adore it.’”
𑁍 You gasped, pressing a hand to your heart. “Finrod! And here I thought you were an honourable prince.”
𑁍 “Ah, but honour and amusement are not mutually exclusive,” he grinned.
𑁍 He was insufferable. Worse, he was better at this than you were. One night at a feast, he casually kissed the back of your hand and murmured, “My dear, if you keep looking at me like that, I may start to believe you.”
𑁍 “Oh, don’t do that,” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “I’d hate to break your heart.”
𑁍 “You overestimate your power, my dear,” he chuckled, though his eyes shone with a twinkle.
𑁍 “Oh, do I?” you purred, trailing a finger up his arm. “You wouldn’t be the first elf I’ve made weak in the knees.”
𑁍 “And yet, I am still standing,” he mused. “A mystery indeed.”
𑁍 “Well,” you smirked, “there’s still time.”
Glorfindel
𑁍 Glorfindel was used to admiration. Being a golden-haired, heroic Balrog-slayer tended to make one rather popular. He was not, however, used to your particular brand of shameless flirting.
𑁍 The first time you called him ‘the most devastatingly handsome warrior this side of the sea,’ he nearly choked on his drink. “I beg your pardon?”
𑁍 “Oh, don’t be shy,” you teased, elbowing him. “You know you’re devastatingly handsome. I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”
𑁍 He recovered quickly. Too quickly. “Oh? And are you thinking about me often, then?”
𑁍 You grinned. “Only in my most sinful dreams.”
𑁍 Glorfindel coughed. You watched, delighted, as a flush rose high on his cheeks. “You are scandalous,” he muttered, shaking his head.
𑁍 “And you like it,” you sing-songed, linking your arm through his.
𑁍 From that moment on, he was both wary and intrigued. You kept him on his toes, throwing winks and suggestive remarks his way whenever the opportunity arose. One time, after he returned from a sparring match, you fanned yourself dramatically. “By the stars, is it hot in here, or is it just you?”
𑁍 He stared at you, sweat still glistening on his brow. “Do you ever stop?”
𑁍 “Why would I?” you asked, propping your chin on your hand. “You’re such an easy target.”
𑁍 “I am not an easy target,” he huffed, crossing his arms.
𑁍 “Oh, Glorfindel,” you sighed, shaking your head. “You poor, oblivious thing.”
𑁍 One day, he turned the tables on you, cornering you in a hallway and leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. “Tell me, my sweet tormentor,” he murmured, “what would you do if I took your teasing seriously?”
𑁍 You blinked up at him, your brain stalling for a moment before you grinned and placed a finger on his chest. “I’d be very flattered,” you said, trailing your hand down his tunic before giving him a light shove. “But I’d still be messing with you.”
𑁍 Glorfindel groaned, his face forming a grimace. “You are intolerable.”
𑁍 “And yet, you keep coming back,” you sing-songed, winking as you strolled away.
𑁍 He watched you go, muttering something about humans and their wicked ways. But later, when you caught him smiling to himself, you knew he secretly loved every second of it.
Elrond
𑁍 “Lord Elrond,” you greeted with a smile that was all teeth. “I just want to say that you have the most magnificent bone structure I have ever seen. Have you ever considered the impact of your jawline on the mortal population?”
𑁍 Elrond, to his credit, barely reacted. “No, I have not.”
𑁍 “Tragic. I fear you underestimate its power.” He did not dignify that with a response.
𑁍 It became a sport after that. You flirted. He ignored you. You got more ridiculous. He remained completely, frustratingly composed.
𑁍 “Do you ever get tired of being the most attractive person in the room?” you asked one day, chin in hand, watching him review some diplomatic scrolls.
𑁍 “No,” he replied absently, eyes still scanning the parchment. “It is a burden I have learned to bear.”
𑁍 You choked on your drink. “Oh—so you do have a sense of humour!”
𑁍 His lips twitched, and you swore, just for a second, you saw a glimmer of amusement in those grey eyes.
𑁍 He got his revenge once. You had leaned in far too close, examining his ever-stoic features like some fine work of art, when he turned his head abruptly and murmured, “You are staring, my friend. Do you wish to kiss me?”
𑁍 You jerked back so fast you nearly fell out of your chair. “No!”
𑁍 “Ah,” he said, entirely unbothered, turning back to his scrolls. “How unexpected.”
𑁍 Sometimes, the elves who served him gave you looks of sheer disbelief. You were speaking to Elrond Peredhel, leaning casually against his desk and saying things like, “What if I wrote you a love poem?”
𑁍 “Please do not.”
𑁍 “Too late, I’ve already started. ‘O Elrond, fairest of the fair, with hair like—’ ”
𑁍 “No.” You could almost see him regretting ever acknowledging your presence.
𑁍 Glorfindel, who had been watching the entire ordeal with great amusement, leaned over and whispered, “I have never seen him so consistently harassed before. You are a marvel.”
𑁍 “Thank you,” you said, preening.
𑁍 And yet, despite all his sighs and why must you do this looks, Elrond never once dismissed you. If anything, you sometimes caught him glancing at you with that small, knowing smile of his, like he found you far more entertaining than he’d ever admit.
I hope you like it! Tyelko is one of my faves to write for :3
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“C’mon, Curufin! Let’s play in the campfire!” Tyelko playfully picks up the squealing elfling and slings him over his shoulder, carrying him over to the fire pit. He sets Curufin down a little too rough for your liking, but the little one seems to enjoy anything Tyelko does with him. Tyelkormo grabs a short stick and your eyes widen in horror, realization hitting you, as he hands it to Curufin, showing him how to stoke the flames.
“T-Tyelkormo Turkafinwe! What are you teaching him!?” you quickly grab the child, pressing his face to your chest protectively.
“Kid’s gotta learn every step of making a fire! The sooner, the better,” he smiles that stupid smile of his.
“He’s too little to know that!” Your hand covers the lower half of your face, eyes still wide. “You’re going to give your amme a heart attack…”
A/N: A little fluff doodle I had for Celegorm sitting there as one of my early pieces. Plus, I've been writing lots of angst for Tyelko and no fluff, so this is a change.
Warnings: a few sexual innuendos, fluff, Celegorm being playful and soft
Words: 2.2k
Synopsis: You and Celegorm decided to spend the day outdoors which led to an impromptu water fight.
“Are you sure this is the right way we’re going?” This was the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes you asked Celegorm that question. To say that he was annoyed was the last thing was able to do when it came to you, he did understand that this was the first time you were trekking through the forest, and the most you could do was be a little faithful in his knowledge around the area. However, every time a bird squawked, or a deer ran past, you’d run up to him and grip his shirt to ensure you remained close to him.
“Are you afraid of getting lost? Don’t worry, I know every inch of these woods and we’re not far from the location.” The smirk was evident on his face and in his voice as he was aware of how scared you were and choosing to run to him as your protector, it made his already extravagant ego skyrocket.
Taking his hand and untangling yours from his shirt, he brought it to his lips giving it a small kiss, not without nipping at the skin playfully and then turned, tugging it in his direction to follow. With your short legs, it was difficult to keep up with strides; it felt as though you needed to run to keep up with him and he wasn’t planning to slow down.
You remembered how excited he was when he burst through your door bragging about how he found the perfect place to take you on your next date. What he didn’t tell you until the last minute after you had dressed up, was that the place was in the forest, and you needed to hike to get there. This resulted in you throwing your hairbrush and a few other items at him after you had to change your pre-planned outfit four days before the date.
He knew you weren’t one for the extreme outdoor activities, so him taking you hiking through the forest had your head spinning in hopes that he wasn’t going to make you do something beyond daring like cliff diving, something you learnt that he and his cousins liked to do.
Tripping over a moss-covered root, your face nearly implanted against the other roots if it weren’t for the muscular arms that were wrapped around your waist and lifting you with ease. Looking up, you were met with playful green eyes and a teasing glint circling in them. Instead of placing you back on your feet, he chose to keep his arms around you, lifting you into them and continued walking. Automatically wrapping your arms around his neck, he laughed at your reaction.
“You ought to be careful, wouldn’t want for you to be getting injured out here, who knows what hungry animals are waiting to eat you up.” He ended his words by him bringing his face into the crook of your neck to nibble against the skin. If it was one thing you had to learn the fun and hard way about him, was that he was awfully touchy and any opportunity he could find to touch or kiss you, he’d do it without shame, even before his family.
“Sorry, you know I have two left feet and I can’t do anything about that.” You were practically stuttering while his lips were still attached to your neck. You could feel the growing smirk as his lips travelled upwards to meet your earlobe, giving a little nibble before whispering.
“Are you saying that you don’t mind if some animal ate you up, hmm? Even if it was me?” The blush was evident on your face, you could have out-blushed his brother at this point. Refusing to meet his eyes, this urged him to continue his teasing. “Would you like it if I ate you up? I could do it right here and now, all you have to do is say the words.”
Despite his focus being placed on you, he never lost sight of his footings as he stepped over intricated, intertwined tree roots, especially those covered in moss—you most certainly didn’t need him slipping and falling over them while carrying you.
“What’s got you so shy now little mouse; cat’s got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re turned on now…I mean in a place like this things can get quite heated.” Removing your arms from around his neck, you brought them to cover your face to hide the growing blush that was spreading.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Peeking through your hands, you looked up at him to see him staring at you before sending a wink your way.
Walking for another half an hour, you saw light peeking through the trees up ahead as well as the sound of rushing water falling. Pinching your brows at the revelation of where he brought you, you turned your head to beam at him and noticed that he was smiling at your expression. He had brought you to a waterfall, adjoined by a meadow. Stepping out of the forest and into the meadow, he walked over to the rocks and placed you down.
“Judging by your face, you love it?” he affectionately inquired.
Your head was still looking around, taking in the beauty of the environment, and gasping every few seconds. Sliding off the boulder, you came to stand on your feet before moving to walk closer to the pool of water. The clear, pristine and crystal-like glow from the waters made you believe that you were looking at gems glittering in the pool. Stooping down, your hand stretched out to scoop some of the water and brought it to your lips to taste. The sweetness of the water was the perfect contrast to the coolness the water provided as it slid down your throat.
“This place is beautiful Tyelko, where’d you find it? Is it even real?” He was smiling at your child-like awe expression plastered across your face, pleased with himself for putting it there in the first place.
Eyes following your form, he watched as you hopped across to the meadow, dancing away as the wind blew causing your clothes and hair to ruffle. While laughing as you hopped from place to place, you turned your head to the sound of clothes rustling in the background. Upon eye contact, you watched as your lover removed his shirt and belts from his body leaving him shirtless in his wake. You weren’t sure if he was aware of your staring, but you were sure that your mouth was watering at the sight.
Throwing the remaining items to the ground and without looking at you, he walked off to dive into the pool creating a huge splash everywhere. Still frozen in your spot, your brain had short-circuited at the image of him shirtless in all his glory. You knew you had seen him like this lots of times, but something about today made the entire process different. You didn’t know if to move from your spot to stand there and observe him in the distance, watch how his silver hair would cling to his skin or the way his muscles would flex every time he moved his arm to swim. You felt as though you were having an external crisis.
“Are you going to stand there and stare, or are you coming in?” He had finally turned to face you, providing you with the perfect view of his pectorals, as he ran his hand through his hair removing what little stray strands that was stuck.
You hadn’t walked with any extra clothing to change if you chose to bathe in your attire and it wasn’t as though you could have stripped out of your clothes that easily. So, should you take the risk of bathing with him or decline?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You were walking over to where his clothes lay on the ground, bending over to pick them up and place them on the nearby rock.
“Why not? I don’t see the problem.”
“I can’t strip down like you, plus even if I jumped in, my entire attire would become soaked. I’d have to sit for hours before it dried off.” Laughing at your reasons, he still didn’t see it being good enough to stop you from joining him, he really wanted you to come in the water.
“It’s okay, we’re here the entire day, so get in the water before I drag you in myself.” You saw how his regular grin turned into his famous challenging grin. He was waiting for you to deny him again before he’d spring out of the water and toss you in. The whole point of him bringing you here was for you two to enjoy yourselves and that meant, bathing with him.
Casting him a side glance, growing weary of his movements, you did your best to shift away from him though, not quick enough. Cutting through the water with ease and grace he had managed to grip you by your sleeve, before dragging you into the water. Had you had better reaction time, you would have been able to brace yourself when you tumbled into the water with grace, instead, you fell ridiculously into the water.
Flailing your arms around widely, struggling to find your footing, Celegorm was laughing his ass off at your dramatized antics. When you did find your grounds and stood up, the once loud laughter that echoed throughout the area, had died down.
Wiping the water out of your eyes and turning your head to catch your lover’s attention, you saw the wicked gleam in his eyes before he launched himself at you, taking you under for a bit of wrestling. It was impossible to escape his phenomenal grasp, nor were you sure you wanted to leave when his arms were wrapped around you comfortably. Flailing around in the water as he did most of the wrestling, tossing you into the water and laughing at your wet cat image, you found yourself slowly enjoying the moment more than you expected. Seeing him so carefree with you and having no restrictions or withholding himself from sharing the fun brought you contentment. But this was getting out of hand with the wins to losses in the short period since you were dragged in the water.
“You know this isn’t how a wrestling match occurs. It’s usually you and I wrestle together at the same time, not you taking advantage and beating me up,” you sputtered as you raised out the water and wiped your eyes and nose.
Bracing his arm against the wall of rock and stretching his body as though he was modelling, he gave a Cheshire cat grin, knowing fully well that you were right, but he wanted to be a little tease instead. “If you’re weak, I would suggest you mention it, so I’d go easy and grant you a win. No need to make up excuses.”
“Don’t get all cocky on me big boy. I can still whip your ass.” There it was. The challenge he anticipated once his games began. Locking eyes with yours and seeing the enthusiasm shining, his blood spiked.
Before you knew it, Tyelko had cut through the water like a knife, arrived at your side and was in the process of dunking you under the water once again. Your hands scrambled to latch onto his arms to drag him under the water so you could push him down, but he was quick to anticipate your movements. Bursting out the water coughing and swearing at him, he was busy sticking out his tongue at you.
“Awe, is my poor little baby ready to admit defeat,” he taunted while swimming away from you. “Still gonna whip my ass?”
“Trust me Tyelko,” you retorted with a devilish grin on your face, already making your way towards him, “We’re not leaving here until I win at least once or no one leaves!”
“Then we’ll be here all day—Ah!” As soon as he opened his mouth to reply, his words turned into screams and gurgles as you dove on him, dragging him under to choke on his prideful words. And as you declared, you did leave that evening triumphant with more than one win, and Tyelko’s pride defeated.
He tried all how that evening to regain his sense of purpose by challenging you for kisses to soothe the burns. It only resulted in him pouting like a giant baby after you denied him because you understood just how sly he was. “Can’t you just give me one little kiss? It will make me feel better.”
“Fair play Tyelko. The loser should be kissing the winner, not begging for them,” you reminded him with a pinch to his cheek as you curled against his side, watching the cinders flicker through the smoke. “So are you going to give me my kisses, or shall I inform your brothers upon our return that you lost to me?”
You felt the internal groan he released in his head before it fluttered past his lips. Grumbling as he did as a child, he turned to you and huffed. “This isn’t fair! This is torture. If anything, I deserve those kisses because I won more matches than y—”
Growing annoyed by his lack of compliance for a simple kiss, you had reached over to squeeze his cheeks together and gift him a victory kiss to shut him up. “There! We both got our kiss, so cease your squabbling.”
CW: Kissing (obvi), lil hair pulling, tiny bit of lip biting
A/N: I thought the gif was cute ^3^ muah!
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❀ Kisses with Tyelko... kisses. With. Tyelko. Omg where do I start ???
❀ Man is so sexy and dominating, even with something as sweet and pure as a chaste kiss on the cheek
❀ He loves to make eye contact before allowing you to feel his lips against yours
❀ His lips are warm and surprisingly soft
❀ He likes teasing you and testing the waters before diving in deeper. His lips will ghost over yours as he breathes in your scent. You're so intoxicating without even realizing.
❀ He's surprisingly tender, as well. The way his lips press against yours slightly harder each time they touch. His hands remaining on your waist, though you can feel the small twitches in his fingers as he grows impatient
❀ At first, he struggles with holding back his wildness. Not wanting to scare you and wanting to show you just how much he cares for you
❀ But eventually he just loses it. The feeling of the tip of his tongue flicking against your lips before he nibbles your bottom lip
❀ His hand comes up to tangle in your hair, holding you closer to him as you gasp quietly at his sudden roughness
❀ His wet muscle glides and dances against your own, your lips melding together, your breaths growing heavier and heavier
❀ He LOVES when you tangle your fingers in his silvery strands, passionately tugging to your heart's content
❀ Ooh and if your bite his lip? Oof. Forget whatever innocent little ideas you had.
❀ He'll smirk against your lips, voice an octave deeper, "A little eager, are we now, little mouse?"
CW: GN!Reader, however in "FUTURE" and "MELT" there are mentions of having kids - only one of which explicitly states "baby factory", use of pet names but none gender specific, broken bones/wounds mentioned in "TEND"
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A/N: Knocked this out in like 20min. Feels good to write for my fave again<3 I love him sm
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Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?
He loves horseback riding with you, preferably on the same horse but also loves indulging in races.
One of the few times you can get him to calm down, is during picnics with the sun shining. He loves an afternoon swim and some wrestling with you in the water before laying in the grass next to you with the warm sun on your bodies as you dry off. He’ll even pick berries to snack on with you (and perhaps he brings a bottle of wine as well).
Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?
He loves surprises! But be warned, surprises may also translate to pranks so be weary when you indulge him.
He’s very dramatic, and loves making a show out of you gifting him things. It could be a piece of trash, but it’s the best damn piece of trash that could’ve ever been made!
Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?
Chances that he’s the one that makes you upset are high, sorry. He is willing to comfort you though with hugs and cuddles, kisses to the top of your head, and perhaps some sweet praises and compliments as well.
He’s not very open to being comforted however. If he’s angry you’re probably the only one that can even attempt comforting him and helping him calm down. He doesn’t want to intentionally hurt you in anyway.
Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?
HE LOVES DANCING. He’s an excellent dancer! I swear this on my life! And he’s so charming about it :3 He’ll kiss your knuckles while making eye contact when he asks you to dance with him, he pulls you so close so fast when you say “yes.” Even if you said “no” he would still find a way to get you to dance with him.
Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?
He is a literal puppy. If he had a tail, it would be wagging so fast you wouldn’t be able to see it. He gets excited when you indulge him in his ideas, when you prank him back, when you eye him lustfully after he trains, when you smile, even when you get angry at him ;)
Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?
He would like to eventually settle down and get married. He wants a whole brood of kids (you will become a baby factory and he’s not sorry about it).
Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?
I think it depends on what kinds of things you like? If you’re cold fairly often, then he’ll give you fur blankets that he crafts himself during his hunting trips. If you like jewelry or shiny things he’ll either give you crystals he finds on his adventures or he’ll harass his favourite brother into crafting something for you. He often brings you bouquets of beautiful wild flowers or herbs.
Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…
He loves skin on skin contact, preferably full body. Cuddling, holding your hands, an arm around your waist, holding you from behind (especially when horseback riding).
Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?
Ideal dates are pretty much anything outdoors: hiking, horseback riding, swimming, star gazing, climbing trees, and if you’re willing, hunting and botany.
Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?
Yes. Big fat yes. He gets very aggressive and agitated when he’s jealous. He won’t really explode at you, but he is very willing to throw hands at the other party.
Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?
Tyelko looooooooooooooves kissing you. It’s probably his favourite past time. Your lips are just so soft and velvety, and you taste like berries… Will kiss you any time, anywhere, doesn’t matter who’s around.
Love – How do they show you that they love you?
His love language tends to be physical touch and quality time. He loves being in the same room, or same space, as you. Most of all, though, he loves just loving on you. Tickling your sides, holding you, kissing you…
Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?
The way you care about his nephew is so sweet. You sit with little Tyelpe and read him books whenever you can, and you even tell him stories (in a very dramatic fashion) to get him to laugh. He loves seeing you interacting with Tyelpe and how excited the young ellon gets when he spots you in a crowd. He can’t wait to see you holding his own little elfling one day.
Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?
He loves to call you “little” something. “My little mouse,” “little hummingbird,” “little one.” He also loves using animals for pet names. “Kitten,” “dove,” or “puppy.” Sometimes he’ll also use plants but not as often, and it’s usually reserved for private times or when he’s feeling especially soft: “little rosebud,” “my precious acorn,” “dearest fern”
He doesn’t have any nicknames he particularly likes to be called. Usually shortened versions of his name or something.
Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?
It’s so obvious from the first moment, he does NOT try to hide it. He probably already knows you like him too, so from there, the chase is on.
Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?
He has Huan ofc! He loves animals! I actually think he doesn’t really care for pets. The world is his home and he’ll play with or care for any creature he comes across.
Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?
The opposite of calm. What is “quiet?”
Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?
He’s not that romantic, but he loves grand gestures. Sweetness from him is usually in private, he’ll tell you how much he loves you, whispering praises into your ears. He’ll brush and braid your hair, leave you little sentimental trinkets on the bedside table, have flowers delivered to you secretly.
Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?
You don’t put any pressure on him to behave a certain way because of his status as a prince. He also appreciates that you’re willing to indulge him and play along, even if it means literally rolling around in the mud. He just loves you.
Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?
He’s such a champ, tbh! If you get sick or hurt during a camping or hunting trip, he’s probably the best one to have at your side. He knows all ther herbs, their uses, where to find them, how to prepare them. He’s also very rambunctious and always getting hurt so he knows how to tend to wounds, and can pop bones back into place if needed. 10/10
Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?
Some people find it unusual that he collects sticks. (He really is like a dog, I swear this.) He loves sticks with moss and lichen the most and they look so pretty as decorations around his cabin.
Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?
He is the definition of spontaneity.
Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?
Bathing with him is so lovely!!! He’ll prep the water with herbs and salts. This is really the time when he can truly relax with you. He’ll sit behind you, quietly talking about his day or listening intently to you talking about yours. He’ll comb through your hair gently. If he gets really relaxed, he might even fall asleep with his cheek on your shoulder.
X-tra – Random fluffy headcanon
He still thinks about the day he met you. You were so cute and angry and hanging by your belt from a tree. Of course he teased you some before climbing up to help you down. You don’t even remember how you got stuck that day.
Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?
He gets more aggressive with others when he misses you. He also gets really sappy depending on the length of time one of you is gone. He’ll usually try to distract himself with his hobbies, but he ends up going to Maglor for help writing a romantic letter to you. He insists on writing it himself, he just needs help figuring out how to put his feelings into words. He never sends them to you though. You only know about them because you found the scraps of torn up pages in your bedroom.
Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?
A sleepy Tyelko is an even more insufferable Tyelko. Fight me. He likes to pretend to fall asleep on you and belly laughs when you can’t lift him off of you to get up. He holds you really tight when you’re cuddling, almost too tight and you can barely breathe. He will not be loosening his grip either, you’re stuck there.
