Oh goodness!!! So happy requests are open!!♥️
Could I please request a fic (or HC, up to you!) Maedhros x Human!reader who is physically and verbally affectionate? She might or might not use her people's language,which Mae doesn't speak, to call him affectionate names cuz she'd like not to overwhelm him!
sorry if this was too spesific !🥲♥️
My little light
characters maedhros x female reader
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n @nolderinpainter i twisted it up a bit - I hope you like! thank you for requesting please enjoy - love you lots <;/3
"Mae— my love?"
You coaxed gently— and pecked his furrowed brow.
You needed to climb on the chair beside to do so— sometimes you hated his height because you were very short compared to him.
He suddenly cleared his throat— a small blush— then straightened the letter he was reading.
"Y/N. . ."
Even year into your courting— Mae found your affections— a little overwhelming. Elves barely involved themselves in physical affection.
But this is who you were— he couldn't ask you suddenly change yourself.
But in all honestly— as overwhelming as they were— they destressed him.
Mae didn't how react to them— and other than that it was rather easier to grow accustomed to it.
Maybe that was because you toned it down a little— or started using words in your language.
He tried to learn your language— but with the oath and your safety being in the forefront of his mind— he didn't get the time.
"Melda. . ."
He whispered— not taking his eyes of the letter from one of brothers.
You placed a hand on his hand— and slowly caressed it— you wanted to release his tense muscles.
But when you felt him grow more tense— you quickly withdrew your hand and looked how at your fingers in shame.
Sometimes— you couldn't help it.
Your prince— he just looked so handsome. . . beautiful— you couldn't resist touching him or showering him with compliments.
Maybe it was your own insecurity?— A tall undeniably handsome Nolder prince courting a fragile little human like you?
Sure— you had some warrior skills— but you definitely weren't anywhere close as Haleth— at least from what you heard of her.
So out of all the beautiful elleths and woman— Maedhros the crown prince of the Nolder from the line of Feanor still chose you.
"Sorry. . . Mae. . ."
You said and ended with an endearment from your language.
It was then— Mae placed the letter back on the desk and turned to you.
"What is it, Y/N, meldanya?"
He asked you— then hesitantly coming to hold your hand.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. . ."
At first you were unsure— and left your hands unmoving on your lap— so your lover took the liberty of taking your small hands in considerably larger hands.
You loved comparing the sizes on your hands— your tiny hands easily slide into his palms, and he was easily maybe to close his fingers around them— and hold and shelter them tenderly.
You lovingly caressing his soft but large rough looking hands— oh how many times has these hands wielded a sword and went through battle.
But despite that— he was still able hold you with a tender care.
"Melda. . . I understand humans are different to —but that does not mean your affections are ill to me. They comfort me— they really do— I just. . .— I do not know what to do in return. . ."
He sighed— Mae watched your trace patterns smoothing on his hands and tried to follow.
"You know how much they— and you mean to me. . ."
He whispered— and smiled when you kissed his knuckles.
"You don't have to give me anything in return, Mae— I just hope you know that you're loved by me."
In all honesty— you knew you wouldn't reach eternity with your beloved elf— so you wanted to give him as much love as possible before you passed.
You knew the horror the oath brought him— you hoped you could shed a little light on his life through your care.
The lost his father and one of his twin brothers already and he had to leave behind a beloved and kind and courageous mother— his pain was great.
He spoke of Valinor to you— but as time passed it grew rarer and rarer— it was almost a distant memory— faded.
"I do— . . ."
He repeated the phrase you used from your language— and you laughed.
"What?"
He frowned— but his smile didn't drop.
His firey blue eyes gleamed at the sound of your laughter.
"That means my prince!"
"Oh—"
He laughed.
"Then what's my princess?"
"Am not a princess. . ."
You laughed.
Mae crouched and placed his head on your forehead.
"But you're mine. . . my little light. . ."
"Always. . ."
You promised— even though the both of you knew it was not to be— but right now it didn't matter.
The moments you had mattered— the moments you shared and took him away from the oath— gave him peace, hope and somewhere to grief.
That's why he couldn't ask for someone better. . .
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