#Maia Stern

[maiamaiden]

i'm a bit late BUT! happy 20th anniversary to code lyoko!

this show was my first hyperfixation and also my first time participating in fandom spaces and was just in general a HUGE part of my formative years, to the point where it's not even nostalgic because it's just an enormous part of my life.

i'm currently rewatching the series and looking forward to many more decades of code lyoko taking over my brain whenever i think about it!

[calaathmaza]

would you fuck your clone

ID: digital portraits of several characters from The Goblin Emperor, with captions from the “would you fuck your clone” poll meme. In order: Beshelar with a stern expression and the caption “I don’t want to fuck my clone because that would be gay sex and I’m not gay.” scribbled next to him with an arrow pointed at him are the words, “is gay.” Csoru smirking deviously with the caption, “I’m not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone.” scribbled next to her with an arrow pointed at her are the words, “also gay.” Vedero looking down at a book with the caption, “I’m gay, but I still don’t want to fuck my clone, that’s gross and weird.” Maia wringing his hands with a worried expression, captioned, “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.” Celehar looking tired and miserable with the caption, “I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.” Csevet holding some papers looking self-satisfied and the caption, “I’d fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck ME than ME?” Cala staring straight ahead with a blank expression and an unsettlingly wide smile captioned, “I’d totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I’d be too embarrassed to ask someone else to do.” Csethiro with a fencing saber resting on one shoulder, captioned, “It’s basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.” Telimezh, looking outraged and making an “x” with his arms, captioned, “It’s not the same as masturbating; it’d be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!” Iäna smiling angelically, captioned, “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I’d probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that’s how pro-clone fucking I am.” Lord Berenar holding a glass of wine and smiling, captioned, “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.” end ID

BONUS:

ID: a sketch of Kiru rubbing her chin in deep thought, captioned, “would that count…?” end ID

[auntie-venom]

Fan Fiction Recommendations

I figured I’d take the time to put down some of my favorite fan fictions for anyone who wants them. I am only putting up completed series, with a few exceptions. And I’ll add more as I think about it. Make sure to give the authors lots of love! They deserve it!

Also, let me know if any links do not work.

Star Wars

✶ Alpha-17 ✶

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Yours

By @wanderinginksplot

Rating: Teen and Mature Reader was assigned to Kamino to do some administrative work for the senate, and when her presence draws some of the clones to try their inexperienced flirting with her Alpha volunteers to scare them away. This story single-handedly turned my attention towards Alpha works. It is a slow burn filled with great banter and I really enjoy Alpha’s characterization here.

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Alpha & “Doc”

By @wings-and-beskar

Rating: Explicit Reader attempts to have a peaceful shower but has to deal with Alpha-17’s presence and persistence to be around her. Absolutely sexy series that I hope gets more fics added to it! Just Alpha’s begging alone in the second story had me faint.

✶ Rex ✶

➤ Rex/Female Reader

Hierarchy of Needs

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader is a Jedi on a mission with Rex when a toxin affects them both causing them both to seek relief. Fuck-or-die? YES, PLEASE! I love this trope, ESPECIALLY when it is written as well as this. It is sexy, passionate, filled with yearning, and we end on a sweet note, which I love. 

➤ Rex/Original Female Character

Stories

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Cori is a documentarian and follows the adventures of the 501st where the Captain unexpectedly falls for her. Filled with great relationships, banter, and found family, this is a truly beautiful saga of love and perseverance

✶ Wolffe ✶

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader

A New Tomorrow

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Mature and Explicit Reader does a favor for Plo Koon where she ends up as Commander Wolffe’s assistant and they do not like each other. This is a slow-burn, tension-filled, antagonists-to-lovers series that had me in a chokehold for a week while I read it. I laughed, I cried, I stared out a window and thought for hours about it. Alli writes Wolffe so well and I can’t recommend her enough.

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader (Original Female Character)

No Strings Attached

By @cyarbika

Rating: Explicit Reader/Cherise is the owner of 79’s and Wolffe is a cocky asshole that just pisses her off. This series has made me cry and text my IRL friends to rant and rave. Phenomenal Wolffe characterization and beautiful writing. Has antagonists-to-lovers where he falls first she falls harder. Please read it so we can talk about it.

➤ Wolffe/Original Female Character

I Need You

By @ulchabhangorm

Rating: Explicit Sadhbh struggles to keep her growing feelings with Wolffe hidden after they originally agreed to be just friends with benefits. This fic is filled with yearning and passion and completely hooked me! The whole series of one shots have me eagerly waiting for the full Sadhbh/Wolffe story that Maia is writing and I cannot get enough!

✶ Wolffe and Fox ✶ (No Clonecest)

➤ Fox/Female Reader, Wolffe/Female Reader (No Clonecest)

I trust him, and he trusts me

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Explicit Reader is in a relationship with Fox when Wolffe interrupts an intimate moment and it sets in motion a new dynamic. This sexy oneshot explores the way trust translates into intimacy and I related to it on a molecular level. Hot and sweet, just how I like it.

✶ Fox ✶

➤ Fox/Female Reader

Shadow Play

By @wizardofrozz

Rating: Explicit Reader is a senator and is in a secret relationship with Fox, and they have a pretty public fuck. This is just such a hot oneshot.

➤ Fox/Original Female Character

After a Fashion

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Sylvi is the designer who makes all of Senator Amidala’s wonderful gowns, and she keeps running into the very stern Commander Fox. This story, as with most of Aggy’s fics, has a chokehold on me. The fic is beautiful story of love filled with banter and phenomenal characterizations.

✶ Gregor ✶

➤ Gregor/Original Female Character

The Deal

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Ashla is the chosen medical carer for Skirata’s commandos and is lovingly set up with Gregor by her new chosen family. this story is filled with love, angst, and family that warm my soul! Aggy really has a way to my heart with her stories.

✶ Kix ✶

➤ Kix/Original Female Character

Martyrs and Kings 

By @dystopicjumpsuit

Rating: Explicit Dr. Maree Finnall helps Kix find answers to what happened to his long-lost brothers after he wakes fifty years into the future. While it is a love story, Kix is rightfully filled with angst. Seeing him work through his grief of losing his brothers while being the last clone standing is heart wrenching. 

✶ Fives ✶

➤ Fives/Female Reader

Heartbeat

by @ariadnes-red-thread

Rating: Explicit Reader and Fives are trapped with death coming for them and they take to opportunity to die without regrets. The passion and tension of this oneshot is delicious!

✶ Tech ✶

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Scientific Purposes

By @doublesunsets

Rating: Explicit Reader discovers Tech accidentally recorded a private moment of hers and when confronted she challenges his claim that it was for scientific purposes. Author plays into Tech’s curious nature and uses reader’s body for discoveries. It is hot and has great back and forth between Tech and Reader.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

the beast against the wall

By buryustogether

Rating: Explicit Tech is exposed to a toxin when he protects Reader that makes him lose his inhibitions. Phenomenal sex pollen story that leads to a feral Tech, and I am OBSESSED.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

The Quarry

By Littlelady1121

Rating: Mature Reader is a target to bring in to Cid, but there is more to her than it seems. Minor slowburn with a wonderful found family story with great characterizations. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Nighttime Variations

By @bring-backup-99

Rating: Explicit Reader meets Tech when he stays at her inn, and they hit it off. This is a great balance of sexy and sweet! She does a great characterization of Tech and if you like her work and want to get kinkier I’d recommend her Bad Choices series as well. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Quick And Dirty

By @eyecandyeoz

Rating: Explicit Reader helps Tech do repairs, and clean up afterward. Sexy one shot with some fun back and forth between our favorite info dumper! Candy has a bunch of hot one shots and gorgeous artwork as well!

✶ Howzer ✶

➤ Howzer/Female Reader

Doctor’s Orders

By @grampsoninspace

Rating: Explicit Captain Howzer is a cocky flirt to the Reader Medic, and it goes his way. This was fun to see a lee burdened more flirtatious Howzer and had some great tension building with some hot smut!

✶ Cassian Andor ✶

➤ Cassian Andor/Original Female Character

Starlight

By @joeybelle

Rating: Explicit While on a mission Cassian gets strong-armed into helping a medic escape the Empire, and it doesn't go to her plans at all. Slow burn and tension galore, along with angst. The sequel is unfinished but I hope upon hope one day she will continue it!

✶ Din Djarin ✶

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Rough Day

By @no-droids

Rating: Explicit Reader signed up to be Grogu’s babysitter and got involved in a fuckfest with the kid’s father. The tiktok famous porn with plot, Mando fic everyone talks about. It truly is a well-written story amongst the smut!

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Be-all and Endor

By: @djarins-cyare

Rating: Explicit Reader is a technician on Endor when the Mandalorian crosses her path and she decides to help him Insanely well-written saga that explores culture and the universe of Star Wars.

✶ Poe Dameron ✶

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Nine

By @foxilayde

Rating: Explicit Sexy oneshot of a boiling point moment between friends Poe and Reader and then it's just smut central. Love the banter and the idiots-in-love so much.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

The Bet

By @no-droids 

Rating: Explicit Poe and Reader make a bet on who can stay abstinent the longest, when they try to get the other to fold the tension begins to snap. One of the hottest smut fics I’ve ever read. I use this as a way to convince my IRL friends to start reading fanfiction.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Directions

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader admits shes never climaxed with a partner before and Poe is determined to change that. This is a beautifully written friends to lovers smut oneshot that I just love to bits.

Moon Knight

✶ Steven Grant and Marc Spector ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Red Flags

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit Fantastically written story about dating Steven while not knowing about Marc (and Jake) and all the red flags with dating someone hiding a part of themselves. Full stop my favorite Moon Knight fic to date, and I even make my non-fanfiction reader friends read it.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

fallen from heaven, grown on earth

By davosmymaster

Rating: Mature Marc asks his long-time friend to watch over Steven as he lets him be the primary front. Reader falls in love with Steven after pining over Marc their entire relationship and it causes some ANGST. Lots of yearning and a happy ending.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Stuck

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader stops by Steven’s place to bring him his lost badge when Marc answers the door and seduces her. Just a sexy little two-shot that I like to reread a lot.

✶ Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader, Jake Lockley/Female Reader

Gift of Min

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit An ancient aphrodisiac spirit is released and reader has to help Steven through it. Another fantastic piece of work form these two, and it is in one of my top five tropes! Absolutely so hot and passionate.

Triple Frontier

✶ Francisco "Catfish" Morales ✶

➤ Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Female Reader 

Something New

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit Reader hires a sex worker after a period of loneliness brought on by divorce. This whole series is absolutely soft and wholesome while being so sexy.

Kingsman

✶ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ✶

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Whiskey & Westworld

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit A universe where the Kingsman characters are robots in the Westworld Theme Park when Reader comes to visit. This story is so well written and the tension build-up is delicious.

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Harder to Hold

By @brandyllyn

Rating: Explicit Reader becomes the seduction target of Jack Daniels and she doesn’t understand why. The sexiness and espionage in this fic is so fun!

Ghostbusters

✶ Egon Spengler ✶

➤ Egon Spengler/Female Reader

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments)

By @psychokinetic-ectoplasm

Rating: Explicit Reader helps out Egon with the mood slime experiments. Just gloriously filthy smut that develops into feelings.  

Dragon Age

✶ The Iron Bull ✶

➤ Iron Bull/Original Female Character

Gina and the Iron Bull

By Lexi Banner (jinbaittai)

Rating: Explicit After an accident in another universe, a woman ends up in Thedas during the time of the Inquisition. I am a SUCKER for someone falling into another universe, and this is a long hot romance.

✶ Cullen Rutherford ✶

➤ Cullen Rutherford/Female Commander Shepard 

The Two Commanders

By Katieee

Rating: Explicit When Commander Shepard destroys the reapers, she wakes up to find herself in Thedas where her biotics are mistaken for magic. Again, I love fish-out-of-water stories where someone from a different universe ends up in another, and I also love to see Shepard be a badass. Takes place over a series of years and is just a fun read.

[hunybody]

maia the goblin emperor voice: omgggg my emperor guards won’t leave me aloneee… like they NEVER leave me alone… what if through contrived circumstances i were losing my virginity and the burly stern one was forced to watch me… aha. just jokes! ☝🏼 unless….

[lya-dustin]

The Stone Table

or a rewrite of a one shot i did when rings of power first came out in my now deleted lotr blog erinti-of-the-maiar

Gil-galad x Erinti(oc)

could be read as part of both The Moon Lives in the Lining of Your Skin(silmarilion version)and I Sang of Leaves of Gold(Rings of power verision

inspired by this post made by @queenmeriadoc

summary: Gil-galad’s Maia wife wants a baby but his schedule is too busy so she uses their bond to spice things up during a feast to get what she wants.

cw: sex, telepathic dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v sex, breeding, table sex, breast play

Her husband has always been too serious.

He had been serious and sensible with a perpetually stern brow despite his youth when they first married. While Ereinion Gil-galad had never been wild, he has always been bold.

The burden of kingship weighs heavily on him as does a strange hint of evil growing in the air. He smiles less and less these days, rarely takes a day off and Erinti has found him too tired to seek pleasure as of late.

She aches for him, to feel him move within her and see his troubles melt away as he sows his seed into her womb.

The Maia wants a child, to have their feä join and create a life inside her that will become a babe in her arms for them to love and nurture for the rest of their days.

And that cannot happen if her husband refuses to fuck that baby into her. To have him be rough with her, to have him overpower her and fuck her until all of Lindon feels the effect of their orgasms.

It would soon be autumn, but no plant would die nor leaf fall if the High King were to take her bent over his desk, or against the wall or on the balcony like they did a while ago.

Gil-galad’s hand on his glass tightens as his wife’s desire is felt through their bond.

Elves can hold a strong bond to the point of feeling one live and die no matter the distance, a Maiar could even manipulate a person so long as there is an opening.

Erinti and her husband have a bond so strong she knows the Halls of Mandos wouldn’t stand a chance against it. Sometimes they do not even need to speak out loud, his thoughts and hers can be heard and even seen as clearly as if each other were part of their psyche.

She is half expecting him to ask her to stop and yet her husband does not. Instead, her stick in the mud husband matches her desire with his.

Despite the regal and rigid as stone aspect he has, Gil-galad has quite a filthy mind. And, of course, the stamina to tire his maiar wife.

Something he reminds her with a hidden smile as he drinks his wine. Wine he claims is not as fine as that nectar that flows from her womb.

A womb he will fill the moment the feast is cleared, or so he promises.

But it does not end there, no, he doesn’t allow her to concentrate on the things said by those speaking to her as he takes his revenge.

He likes the low cut of her dress, the swell of her bosom on display like that for him, the fact that she wore no shift, or any other undergarments, had not gone unnoticed by him.

The king wants to tease her over the clothes, to knead and brush his thumb over her sensitive nipples as he kissed his way down her fair neck and collarbone until he is tearing off the dress to free her body from its confines. He intended to lavish her perfect breasts and use his mouth and fingers to string out that beautiful melody she makes when she comes.

A good prelude for what he had planned after the feast is over. By the time she’s readied for him to breed her Erinti of the Flowers would be naked and exposed to the cool autumn air.

The stone table would suffice, stone does not grow roots and leaves when he fucks his queen on it. Their bed had become a living tree with great roots and thick foliage with how attentive her husband usually is.

This particular stone was of great strength, carved from deep inside the mountains of Eregion and able to withstand the might of an Ent if it is to be believed.

A maia in the throes of passion may test that myth. Erinti’s hands had broken many things when her control slipped, while her ability was to nurture the earth as a servant of Yavanna and Nessa, her strength could destroy towers and castles with ease.

Gil-galad prided himself in making her lose control and admire his handiwork after. Not all furniture survived after he and his Queen were done.

It would not end with the table; he wants to take under the stars like he did when they wed. To have her ride him as the stars frame her like the goddess she is. To have the heavens and the earth witness the creation of a second Lúthien Tinúviel.

Not a princess, she corrects, but a son, a prince whose name she has seen from the moment she first laid with Gil-Galad.

Finnellach, flame of hair and eye.

The feast is scarcely over when the king makes good on his promise.

The king wastes no time in picking her up and setting her at the edge of the table, hiking up her dress until she could feel his hardness pressing between the heavy robes separating it from her cunt, feel how their game and his victory have affected him.

If she was as wet as the Lhûn before the final course had begun, the Maia Queen was sure to drown her husband with the waters from her womb.

“Has your husband been remiss in his duties, Lothíriel?” he asks between kisses with his sharp eyes dark and voice dripping with arousal.

Lothíriel, maiden crowned with flowers. The name he gave her when they first met, the name she wears as his wife just as he is Rodnor to her and the only name he cries out in pleasure.

“Our bed has wilted from your neglect, Rodnor.” The maia locked her long legs at his waist and let her hands roam up his chest and breaking the gorget he was wearing and tossing it aside as if it were nothing. “The leaves have begun to change color, but you’d notice that if you didn’t come so late and leave so early each day. I had half a mind to file a petition and demand a private audience with his grace to fix the issue.”

“You should have, I would have remedied the issue right there on my throne.” The vivid memory of all those times they had defiled his throne had her as wet as the Lhûn. “Her grace shall be crowned with oak blooms before dawn tomorrow.”

There is no promise of him taking the day off tomorrow, but the maia will fix that before the night is over.

“I better be, or his grace will not be leaving our bed.” The red haired being struggled to contain her desperation for him and effortlessly tore his robe of him to leave him only in his breeches.

He was built like an ox, trained in the same weapon that killed his beloved sister and as darkness grew around them, ready for war.

The scars from the Wrath have long since faded, you would not be able to tell he is a seasoned warrior and commander from looks alone. His physical strength could almost match her own, something Erinti Lothíriel has always loved.

“I won’t leave it either way.” With a smile he tears her dress apart until it pools around her waist on the table, and he is free to kiss his way down her neck and collar to her chest.

Gil-galad loves her breasts, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and their rosy peaks stiffen even more in the autumn air after he’d taken each of them into his mouth. He doesn’t stop there, the high king pushed her gently down to lie on the stone table as he continued down to her cunt as her hands threaded themselves in his dark mane.

The first time he had done this, the maia had turned made the meadow bloom to its fullest and remain so despite summer turning to fall soon after. The other times had resurrected the oak trees their bed had been.

Now as he threw her long bare leg over his shoulder, they would see how the stone would fare against the Scion of Kings putting his mouth and fingers to better use.

He is not the stern king with the weight of the world bearing down on him when they make love. He is simply her husband, her lover who knows exactly how to make her lose control of this fair form she made to be with him.

Her hand gripping the rough edge of the table feels nothing of the discomfort the stone against her soft palm nor does the stone show any sign of crumbling in her hold. Who was to say what would happen when Gil-galad makes her come undone?

She tries to hold back, not an easy task when Gil-galad uses every trick he knows to have her unravel with pleasure.

As great a singer and orator her husband is, Erinti things tongue fucking may be his best talent. The first time he had pleasured her this way the ground had shaken in tandem to her first orgasm and the hold on his hand had resulted in a hard to explain injury.

Still the stone does not break when the crescendo comes to its grand finish. They may have to procure more of it now.

“It passed the first test, but can it pass the second?” Gil-galad wiped her spent from his chin with the torn fabric of her gown, it won’t be of use anymore either way.

His manhood needs little help in reaching full mast, but the sight of it with some seed at its tip has desperate to feel it inside her. To feel it hitting those places only Gil-galad knows as they fuck hard and loud in open air without a drop of shame.

It was far too difficult to stop people from taking notice of their rulers’ sexual habits when their queen’s moods affected the life around them. So difficult it no longer mortified them almost two thousand years after.

“Only one way to find out.” The Maia breathes hard from the peak he brought her to, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide for her husband waiting for him to plow into her until Elbereth herself feels as if she too has been fucked senseless.

“The way her grace behaves, one would think she was a courtesan of the Edain and not a holy being.” he snaked an arm around her waist as the other pulled her face to his.

“Perhaps this holy being likes to be worshipped differently.” The maia kissed her husband deeply, tasting herself in his mouth as she pulled him closer to her until he dropped the hand on her chin to guide himself into her.

The wholeness that comes with being with him like this is heavenly, their feä melds into each other’s own as their bodies join in ways forbidden to anyone else.

“Then I will make this table a second altar to worship you on, Lothíriel.” His voice is low with desire and groans as he begins to move within her. Slow and steady, savoring every contour of her perfect body and driving her slowly to madness.

She may be Maiar, but Valar, did she find sexual compatibility the best thing Ilúvatar could bless his creations with. Her womanhood fit him like a glove, or so he says.

Perfection even Valinor would envy, his thoughts fill her head as he goes deeper and harder and brings his deft fingers to her button as his mouth seeks out her breast.

Their lovemaking brings the much-needed release Gil-galad desperately needed. Too many troubles coming seemingly out of nowhere and the lack of respite to find the why of it.

He is not the stone king teetering on the edge of a burst vein in his cerebrum, he is the elf groaning his wife’s name as their lewd sounds and smells fill the air. Time passes by around them and yet nothing exists beyond the two of them and their bliss.

Gil-galad comes just as he brings her to a second climax, a beautiful melody ending with a kindling of a new life.

“The stone didn’t break.” The King of the Noldor is still catching his breath when they remember to see if his theory proved correct. “We shall need more of this stone.”

“The table at your war room will need replacement.” The Maia grins hoping to see how they break that great round table hewn from a weaker stone.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi M! Kindly requesting threesome Melkor x AFAB!reader x Mairon for kinktober please! If you’re comfortable with this :) thank you!

Ask and you shall recieve!

“Another bedmate”

Pairing: Melkor x Mairon x Fem. reader (Maia/second person POV) | Location: Angband

Themes: Smut (Lemon/Graphic)

Warnings: Threesome | Kissing | Mild dirty talk | Explicit language | Cockwarming | Nipple play | Mentions of oral (fem, receiving) | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 1.1K words

Summary: You join Melkor and Mairon in bed after the latter invites you to join them.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume

Melkor was never one to share, not when it came to many things. But for this one request, made by his most favored, no less, he was willing to make an exception.

"I am glad I listened to your entreaties," he declares, smug and satisfied. "What joys would I have missed if I had said no?"

"Many and more, my lord," Mairon replies. His molten gold eyes flutter and close even as a deep moan rolls off his lips. "And how fortunate are we to find another bedmate so willing to indulge us?

"Indeed, precious." Melkor rises to his knees and makes his way over the rumpled silk sheets. He slips his arms around your waist, helping you stay steady. His hands glide up your waist. They’re hot, then cold, then hot again, but not uncomfortably so. It made you quiver. Melkor leans and whispers, "He feels good; does he not?"

Mairon was not the only one who felt good. It was wonderful to be near Melkor as well.

“Yes, my lord.” Your hands moved to rest over his when his fingers found your nipples. You made a whimpering sound when soft peaks stiffened with each brush of the thumb. He…oh my stars… he most certainly is."

"No talking stars here," Melkor insists. There was steel and menace in his voice. “We do not speak of their wretched creations in Angband."

Melkor was angry. He never took kindly to any reminder of the other Valar, Varda most of all. You shudder and say, "Of course, my lord. My pardons for the slip of the tongue."

Melkor pinched, and pinched harder, delighting in your keening whine. "Very good."

You gasp and close your eyes. Melkor’s touch was a delightful torment, all heat and fervor, and yes, even control. The lord of Angband insisted on being in control from the moment he agreed to the arrangement. You did not mind. After spending more hours than you care to count presiding over others and issuing orders, having someone else take command was a true relief.

Mairon craved to move. He had been still for far too long. "May I?" he entreated.

Melkor nodded and dipped his head. "Yes," he agreed. "I want to see how well sweet y/n takes you."

The Vala nips at your neck before grasping the underside of your jaw, tilting your head towards him. His skin smelled of embers and ice, of blazing furnaces and new frost. It was strange and yet, incredibly intoxicating, filling your senses to the brim. His lips opened over yours. Your moan poured into his mouth. Melkor trembled, then deepened his kiss, his lips plump and warm.

Mairon is enraptured by what he is witnessing: Melkor kissing you with raw and unbridled lust, your hands pressing over his, urging him to touch you harder. Then Mairon bucked his hips. You cried out. It allowed Melkor to slip his sweet tongue into your mouth. You could not get enough of it. Melkor had put it to good use when he fucked you first, and the orgasm that followed was unlike anything you had experienced before.  

It was not something you expected of him. Melkor was always stern and cold and so very cruel. Only Mairon was blessed to receive any token of his affection. You did not expect him to favor you as well with his attention, and you certainly did not expect Mairon to invite you to share their bed. It was not an offer that was made lightly. Mairon would never have asked if he thought you unsuited for him and Melkor, and it honored you that Melkor would even consider allowing another bedmate to join them.

"Go on, precious," Melkor commands softly before pulling away. "Have your way with y/n while I watch."  

Mairon held onto your hips when they rocked in time with his thrusts. You threw your head back, crying out whenever he drove his cock into you, again, and again, and again. You clutched his arms when he set a deep and unrelenting pace, and the soft, wet sound of you taking him inside of you soon filled your ears.

Melkor watched and listened, and found himself hardening to the point that it nearly hurt. He had enough in him for another turn, he mused, and he wondered if you would agree to him and Mairon bedding you at the same time. Perhaps after you have had enough time to rest and regain your strength.

Your nails digging little indents into Mairon’s arms undid him. He rose to his knees and threw his arms around you to pull you closer. His kisses were softer than Melkor’s, and tender, but there was hunger to be found, and greed. He chased his release, grunting into your shoulder when your hands delved into his hair.

Melkor rose to his knees as well, moving beside you and leaning over your shoulder. Mairon slowed just long enough to return his lord’s kiss, his eyes burning when they locked on yours. You flashed a wicked grin and found yourself rewarded with another that mirrored yours.

"When you are finished with him," Melkor’s words were like honey when he purred against your ear. "You will take the both of us together."

His suggestion alone was enough to fill you with wild and wanton thoughts. "I accept," you answer quickly, your breath now shallow gasps. You felt something—a quickening just beneath your skin. It was potent and dizzying. "Gladly."

"Your fana will be a canvas once we are done with you," Melkor promised before drawing away again.

You were soaring, rising higher and higher with every moment. That quickening spread and strengthened, binding you within its steely grip. With one last, glorious thrust, it released you, leaving you to fall and shatter against the rocks. You clung to Mairon desperately, arching your back, crying out, losing yourself to a state of utter ecstasy while he spent his seed inside you. Mairon stopped, his chest still heaving.

Time drifted slowly. You became aware of your breathing, the warmth of a hand brushing over your hair, and someone urging you to open your eyes. Mairon drew back, and laid you in bed. He took his place beside you, his arm slung over your belly. Melkor joined not long after. He cupped your cheek and kissed you, half-whispering words of endearment and praise.

You had done well, he said. You were now free to use their dim but elegant chambers—the bed you now rested in. His words were soft, a far cry from the clipped, icy commands you were accustomed to hearing. Mairon agreed.

“Stay with us,” he urged.

Silence followed. You considered their offer, the rewards, and the implications.

As long as I am faithful, and serve them well, I will never have to fear the cost of being bound to them.

“I agree,” you reply.

They were pleased. “Good,” Melkor said. “Now rest a while. We can know more about you after.”

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Alright! Here is some more angst for Daemags!!!!

(Some context first: Daeron and Maglor were able to have children through magical means due to Daeron being half Maia, their prowess in song as well. They basically sang their kids into creation. What a vibe. They have two daughters and twins boys. Since this AU Maglor doesn't swear the oath, I need hard angst to get him on on track to lonely self exile.)

'When Daeron learns of Beren's death, he is so consumed by guilt and shame that he leaves Doriath in the night, abandoning his family.'

Maglor is woken up by a herald of Thingol, telling him the king demands to speak with him. He checks his twins in their cradles before following the herald to the throneroom of Doriath. Only Thingol and Melian are present, but the queen has a sad and distant look on her face, while Thingol seemed stern and angry.

"Daeron has fled Doriath. His actions killed the man Luthien finds.. love with." The statement is clear, yet with a hint of disgust. Maglor's face turned pale and cold. His husband had abandoned them...

"Luthien won't return to Doriath if her brother's spouse resides. So. Maglor. You are to return to your brother in Himring immediately. "

The King's orders sent a cold spike through Maglor. First his husband abandons him and their children, and now he is being sent away... again... First by his father and now by his father-in-law.

Maglor bows his head trying to hide his tears from King Thingol. He must not cause trouble. He must not cause trouble.

"As you wish my King... maybe I be excused? I must prepare my children for-"

Maglor was cutoff by Thingol standing from his throne abruptly and making his way over to the Noldor elf.

"The children will not be going with you."

The words echoed in the hall. Maglor felt his heart stop and fall. His children... the elflings he'd had since he and his husband sang them into creation. All four of their children were born in a glade of purple moon flowers under Ithil. Their voices would be hoarse, but it was worth the new addition to their family.

His eldest daughter, Winyárissë (Fresh Dawn), so strong and fierce, more ready to hold a sword and bow, her love for her black steed she had raised with Maglor's help. Her black hair and light brown eyes made her out to be a beautiful raven-like nìs. His second daughter, Harmië (Treasure) a seemingly opposite to her older sister, a sweet girl and an artist. A lover of jewlery and dresses, she was a clumsy dancer but loved to dance all the same. Maglor could watch her dance forever... She was silver haired with bright grey eyes, almost as if they contained tree light. And then his twins... his two little boys... not looking like each other at all: Lahtarion (Surpasser), with his dark hair from Maglor and a singular silver streak and beautiful brown eyes from Daeron. And Luhtano (To echant), with his silver hair but two different colored eyes, one a stormy grey and the other a deep rich brown. The twins were still so young... still small enough to sleep in a cradle. And Thingol was demanding him to leave his children? All because Daeron made a stupid and rash decision!?

"B-but sire... they are my children! I-i can't just leave them! They need-"

Meglor was once more cut off by the king. His stone cold face held no sympathy.

"The children will reside in the care of Queen Melian, she will provide for them. You however must leave Doriath." Thingol looked down on the shorter elf. He felt the smallest shred of pitty for him, but his daughter came before his son's foreign bride.

"Please do not make this harder than it has to be. Gather your personal items and leave. A servant has already fetched and prepared your horse. I'm sorry but this is the way it must be."

Thingol said with his head held high. Maglor couldn't believe what was happening... Thingol had this already planned. He should have known the Doriathrim would never accept him.

"Can I at least say goodbye...?" Maglor asked, tears covered his pale cheeks and his hands shook.

. . . . .

ANNNNNDDDD I'll stop it there! I will release the entire short story on my AO3 soon! I will tag it here when I post it!

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Gentle June

AN: Last one @tolkienpinupcalendar. Thank you for all these fun events <3 this one's for the Firebird gang!

❀ Prompt: Reward, creampie & finger sucking | Gothmog x Eönwë ❀ Synopsis: Eönwë is in heat. Gothmog is more than happy to help. ❀ Warnings: Birdy boy in heat, bodily fluids, monsterfucking (Balrog), anal sex ❀ Short oneshot (~700 words)

"Please–!" 

Eönwë was sitting, no, grinding on Gothmog's lap with such vigorous determination and helpless lust that the Lord of Balrogs couldn't help being amused, keeping a large hand on the small of his back to steady his lover. The poor thing was leaking on both ends, he could both smell and feel it as droplets of seed and slick alike dripped onto his skin and sizzled there, though it did little to stop the frenzied rutting. 

Manwë's precious herald was in heat and, out of all people the pretty bird could have surely had, he was begging a him, a Balrog, for sex. Gothmog smirked to himself. How could he ever say no to such an earnest request? 

"Bird," he said, attempting to sound stern, "are you sure you're prepared? I can–" 

"Yes." Eönwë sounded almost petulant. Looking up through his eyelashes, he pouted slightly and lifted his hips. "Can't you feel it? I am... filthy. And wet. And..." 

Instead of answering, Gothmog let his hand glide down his backside, spread his cheeks with two fingers and pushed a third inside. Indeed, the poor Maia was positively leaking and clenched around the invading digit immediately, hips rocking back and forth for additional friction. Briefly, he glanced down at his belly where more treacherous evidence of his lust glistened on his skin. 

"Very well," Gothmog said and withdrew his finger, earning himself a needy whine in the process. "That should be enough." 

Without further pretext or warning, he seized Eönwë's hips with both hands, positioned him above his eagerly rising cock and pushed him down on it. The sounds that followed were glorious — a nigh animalistic screech, a helpless whimper, a desperate moan. His beloved was tight but pliable, making him feel as though his fána was sucking him in. Oh, how he loved that tight hole, barely able to fit a Balrog's length, yet taking him with the bravery of a Maiarin warrior. 

Eönwë let his mouth fall open, and Gothmog was pleased to see him nearly drooling from penetration alone. 

"Nobody ever fucks you properly in this wretched land of light and purity, hm?" he growled, accentuating his accusation by rolling his hips forward to reach deeper. 

Whimpering, Eönwë shook his head. Gothmog rewarded him by wiping his chin and pushing a finger in his mouth. Immediately, the smaller Maia began sucking on it. 

Good. Then he won't scream as much and his lord and lady won't notice. 

Still holding on to his hips with his other hand, Gothmog began moving. As perplexed as he was to see that nobody had helped themselves to such a pretty and needy Maia in heat before him, he was more than happy to be the one fucking it out of him. Judging by the state Eönwë was in, it would take a while, but thankfully strength and stamina were what a Balrog's fána was made for. 

Gothmog focused on the feeling of thrusting in and out of that tight, wet passage as fast as he could, bouncing the herald on his lap like a ragdoll. His claws dug into unmarred skin with such ferocious lust that he drew blood, yet Eönwë neither fought against him nor complained; it wouldn't be the first time he enjoyed a bit of pain. 

His orgasm took Gothmog by surprise, and he followed suit before he could restrain himself, taken off-guard by the intensity of it. Muscles twitching, tightening around him, pushing him over the edge alongside his lover, and seed filled the smaller Maia to the brim, leaking out of him even as he delayed pulling out. 

"More?" Gothmog asked. He could already sense that his beloved was not yet satisfied. 

"More." Eönwë stopped sucking on his finger to speak, then hastily added, "Please."

Fucked him so good he almost forgot his silly manners. 

Gothmog withdrew his finger to caress his cheek instead and kissed his lips. "Greedy bird." 

His deep voice vibrated with affection. It was going to be a long night, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. 

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April - Eönwë x Arafinwë

Here's the last one I got sent in, for the moment, and it's another one my darling reader MoonLord has sent in :D

This turned a little darker and sadder than I wanted, so please heed the tags!

Lots of love!

Pairing: Eönwë x Arafinwë (Russingon, Fëanor & Fingolfin & Finarfin)

Prompts: Friendship, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Shapeshifting

Words: 2050

Warnings: sadness, self-mutilation, canonical death, despair, loss, bad news

“You came,” Arafinwë sobbed, his whole body slumping forward as if he was tempted to throw himself against the broad chest of his mighty friend. “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

Eönwë steeled himself to keep from flinching back from the bleak despair radiating in violent waves from the frail frame of the esteemed Elven king; he never knew how to deal with the unbridled, often outright shamelessly emotional outbursts of the Children, and he was afraid of distressing his friend even further by reacting inappropriately.

“How can I be of service?” the herald thus asked cautiously, extending a gentling hand which Arafinwë instantly clutched like a lifeline.

“My brothers,” he whispered, tears staining his fair face. “My heart aches fiercely, and I’m filled with dread that some dark fate has befallen them.”

This time, Eönwë did take a step back—it was forbidden to quest in thought or feeling for those who’d callously deserted the Blessed Realm, and he felt the stern gaze of his Master on the back of his neck even now.

All the non-committal words of illusionary comfort he was expected to dispense, though, died on his tongue in the face of the unembellished misery contorting his friend’s handsome face.

���I know not,” Eönwë finally said. “They’ve chosen their own destiny by removing themselves from the goodwill and protection of the Valar.”

“But you could find out,” Arafinwë wailed and surged forward to dig his fingers into Eönwë’s tunic in a gesture so shockingly disrespectful and undeniably desperate that the benevolent Maia didn’t even have the heart to chide him for his presumptuous trespass. “You are not a prisoner of these lands.”

“Neither are you,” Eönwë reminded him kindly. “Neither were they.”

At that gentle remonstrance, Arafinwë’s face fell like a heap of ashes blown astray by Manwë’s mighty winds.

“I’ve tried to leave once before,” the King of what remained of the Ñoldor breathed mournfully. “I couldn’t do it—and I dare not provoke the wrath of those who’ve welcomed me back so graciously now. I ask this as a friend—could you not travel hither and assuage the fear devouring my very soul?”

It was a terrible idea, Eönwë knew, and he should have declined. By rights and custom, he should have relegated this matter to Nienna or Estë for they would have found the right words to pacify Arafinwë.

Instead, he felt his head dip in a silent, grave nod.

Arafinwë reminded him of a failing fledgling, left behind in a deserted nest by his foolhardier siblings, and Eönwë’s heart bled for the stark loneliness that enveloped the pitiful wretch like an acrid stench; the herald, after all, was a being made to follow and obey, and—in this—his heart commanded him to break the rules to bring peace to one who’d so bravely contained all notions of strife and war within his brittle soul to spare those around him.

Surely, those who lived in and on faith all their life deserved to be granted knowledge from time to time as a reward for their blind, unwavering, oft perilous belief.

“I cannot, I shall not intervene,” Eönwë reminded the sorrowful supplicant. “As a reward for your enduring love and diligence, I will grant you this boon, though—I’ll find out what happened to your brothers and tell you posthaste.”

He did not share the price and suffering he’d take upon himself to do so—these were no concerns for a mere incarnate, and his desire was not to place the burden of guilt onto Arafinwë’s frail shoulders.

“Thank you,” the Elf cried, sinking to his knees and making to kiss the hem of Eönwë’s garment.

“Desist,” Eönwë expostulated and joined the other on the cool, damp ground, cupping his pale cheek tenderly and brushing a rough thumb across the wet skin. “You have been a good, loyal friend to me, and I love you well, son of Finwë. I shall accept your amicable gratitude, but you shan’t abase yourself before me.”

Watery eyes were slowly lifted pleadingly, and Eönwë at once bent forward to press his lips soothingly to that pallid, sorrowful brow.

“Be careful,” Arafinwë said with such genuine fervour that the other couldn’t help but yearn to subdue the tremor in those full lips by moving his own down a shapely cheek to the source of so innocent and foolish an exclamation.

“Worry not about me, dear,” Eönwë cooed. “Go home and make peace with your wife. I shall seek you out as soon as I’m back!”

“Milord!” Arafinwë mumbled into that sweet, comforting kiss before bowing sharply. “I shall await you impatiently!”

As he watched his heartened friend slowly walk back to his splendid abode, Eönwë turned his radiant face to the dark ocean and took a shivering breath—he was undaunted by the cruel steps he’d have to undertake to fulfil his promise, yet he dreaded his master’s just wrath if his base betrayal would come to light.

There was no hiding the truth from Manwë’s far-seeing eyes, so his diligent, hopelessly optimistic herald had to make haste before the mighty Vala could intervene to prevent him from leaving.

Drawing his sword—glistening like the embodiment of solace and vengeance alike—he did what had to be done unflinchingly.

Upon setting foot on the defiled soil, churning with frantic anger and hurt, Eönwë froze.

He’d known Fëanáro’s essence since the time it had slowly poisoned and snuffed out his mother’s soul, and he was reeling with fatigue and shock as he realised that he could not sense it anywhere.

“No,” he whispered. “No, he should be here.”

Slowly and cautiously, he lifted his face into the fetid breeze.

He could sense Fëanáro’s sons, sullen, agonising, diminished, but the one he’d come for was not among them.

Shrugging uncomfortably, he set out in search of Nelyafinwë who, he hoped, would be able to tell him of the fate about which he sought knowledge and reassurance.

After a long, wearying walk, Eönwë finally reached the stark, grey walls surrounding that dour fortress over which ruled the firstborn son of the famed Spirit of Fire—conjuring up dignified equanimity from the depths of his nascent despair, he did neither flinch nor protest when he heard a soldier announce that there was a beggar at the door.

Instead, he schooled his face into a pleasant smile in joyous expectation of having gotten closer to his goal.

He was left waiting in cold, draughty rooms for a shocking amount of time before a shadow so dark it made his very soul shiver fell upon him.

“Herald,” Nelyafinwë rasped in surprise. “You’re bleeding.”

“How did you recognise me?” Eönwë gasped, his mind awhirl with thoughts and observations that made his stomach drop.

The once gloriously beautiful Elven prince had grown gaunt and hollow-eyed, and his snarl was more reminiscent of a bleeding wound than of the radiant smile Eönwë remembered so well.

“I’ve lived through too many unspeakable horrors to be deceived by so weak a glamour,” the Lord of the stronghold chuckled mirthlessly. “You did not have to mutilate yourself—your light gives you away.”

Eönwë flinched—if he’d still had his wings, they would have quivered in alarm, but, in his present form, he merely winced violently.

“Your uncle sends me,” he then explained. “I’ve come from the Blessed Realm, risking much as you can imagine, to supply news about Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë to my dear friend. What can you tell me?”

Shaking his head regretfully, Nelyafinwë gave a crooked shrug that revealed the heavily bandaged stump of his hand which gave Eönwë another painful jolt—Thorondor had declined to speak about what he’d seen on his daring, sanctioned rescue mission, and it was his tight-lipped refusal to impart any wisdom pertaining to the state of things that had eventually pushed poor Arafinwë into making such foolhardy demands and heart-wrenching pleas.

“You can tell Arafinwë that he shan’t worry about my father ever again; Fëanáro won’t come to wrench his precious crown off his golden head. He’s dead and, as per Námo’s dark declaration, will never be seen again.”

“Why, that cannot be true!” Eönwë exclaimed, feeling oddly betrayed by the cold words that buffetted him like a volley of sharp blades, inexorably piercing him to the core of his being.

Surely, if that was so, Manwë would have known and so would Vairë and Námo—undoubtedly, they would not have withheld so grievous a fact from Arafinwë.

“There’s nought here to learn, herald,” Nelyafinwë muttered. “We’re dispersed like bad seeds, unable to take root, doomed to never thrive. I suppose you’ll see High King Ñolofinwë next—extend my greetings to His Highness.”

He hesitated for a near-imperceptible moment before adding, “And express my warmest regards to Prince Findekáno. Tell him that I’m still devoted to my labour of mending the rift between us.”

An incongruous, frightening sense of urgency had slipped into his hoarse, monotone voice now.

“May you find better tidings at their camp,” Nelyafinwë said, not unkindly, and swept out of the room without turning back.

Eönwë cursed himself for having discarded his wings in an act of agonising folly for his progress through the war-torn lands was slow and arduous.

When he finally reached his destination, his heart was heavy and his soul so tense that he feared that it might break under the slightest additional strain or blow.

“Hail…” he exclaimed when he saw Prince Findekáno walk towards him, but the courteous words of greeting died on his tongue as he registered the tears running down those shockingly concave cheeks he’d remembered as round and perpetually set in motion by quick smiles and witty remarks.

“Eönwë,” Findekáno sighed, visibly trying to pull himself together. “Have you come to intercede in my father’s favour?”

Remembering his vow, Eönwë shook his head slowly. “Where is Ñolofinwë? His brother much desires to have news from him, and I’ve taken it upon me to procure them.”

“Ah, the losses, the madness,” the prince sighed in profound hopelessness. “My father, the High King, has ridden out on his own to challenge Morgoth to a fight.”

At that, Eönwë frowned. Level-headed and wise, the Ñolofinwë he’d watched grow from a steadfast, jolly elfling toddling behind his unbearably haughty half-brother would never have undertaken so stupidly temerarious and futile an enterprise as to goad a Vala into single combat.

He could not have imagined hearing anything more absurd and unlikely than Fëanáro bursting into flame and abandoning his sons to carry out his otiose plans—nevertheless, now he learned that Indis’s firstborn was moribund as well.

“Maybe we can stop him,” Eönwë cried, his voice echoing through the deserted courtyard like the screeching of a huge bird of prey caught in a vicious trap. “We must prevent such a senseless sacrifice!”

“It’s too late,” Findekáno declared in the shivering voice of one trying to contain more anguish and pain than his mind could even comprehend. “I’m sorry that you shan’t convey better news to my uncle. Have you heard about Fëanáro?”

All Eönwë could do was to nod. For some reason, which was absolutely mystifying to him, he couldn’t stop moving his head to and fro as if the rhythmical motion could dislodge the cutting splinters of terrible knowledge burrowing into his mind mercilessly.

“It’s not safe here,” Findekáno whispered urgently. “You must away before anyone can see you and get the wrong idea. There shall be enough disappointment and mourning without having a spy instead of a warrior in our midst. Go back and send my loving greetings to Arafinwë.”

Sputtering, Eönwë relayed Nelyafinwë’s message—prompting the first genuine reaction of joy in the soon-to-be High King of the Ñoldor—and went on his way once more.

As he threw himself into Ulmo’s arms, ready to accept whatever punishment the Valar saw fit for his devastating excursion, Eönwë couldn’t help thinking that he’d not only have to tell his dear friend that his brothers were dead, but that he’d also be the bearer of widowhood and maternal loss, quailing before the immense grief of excellent women he’d hitherto respected and liked.

He had left a hero, a bringer of hope, and he’d return as a dull, throbbing beacon of endless mourning.

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Oath Over Vows !

featuring maedhros x reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n from the imagine here I sent into @imagine-all-the-elves but unfortunely went in as anon for some reason - dealing with a lot angst lately I thought to put into words XD. thank you @theladyvanya for your feedback on this one as well as the amazing title ;)

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With the pristine white veil now over your face, you awaited your call. Your dress carefully chosen and handcrafted by the finest craftsmanship of the Teleri, decorated in silver and complimented your figure. 

Your eyes twinkled and your lips stretched into a smile. The day when you would finally wed your beloved Maitimo was here, with nothing to stop you. From the early dawn you prepared yourself, wanting to look no less than perfect to your beloved Maitimo.

With your hair braided into intricate and exquisite patterns, you awaited sitting in front of the mirror, holding the bouquet of Teleri flowers in your hands. 

But that was this morning - before the news of all that of the Nolder was delivered to you by your maia friend that rushed through into your chambers with teary eyes. Then slowly, with every word delivered to you, the twinkle of your eyes dulled and disappeared, replacing itself with tears and the smile that your wore crumbled away and sobs now escaped your lips.

You had run out, not caring to even adorn your feet with slippers or boots as you ran to your beloved Nolder prince - ignoring every pain that infested your body, as your bare feet suffered sharp edges of the rocks and rubble it had to endure because of your running. Your body shaking with every cry of heartache.

Your heart was beating erratically - it was drowning out every other voice that desperately called after you as you ran. It was only the words screaming your head and your painfully beating heart that you could hear.

Meldanya. . .

Please, no - let it be not true.

It cannot be true !

No please, it cannot be true.

Please, please !

Maitimo

Your feet lazily and hastily climbed the steps, not caring for the amount of eyes casted on you as you watched upon the ner who was supposed to be your beloved stand in front of his respected father - with his head bowed in submission. 

Maitimo. . . 

You wanted to call out. . . but your voice died in your throat when the crown prince, now King of the Nolder spoke of his oath, in order to reclaim what was once his in front of the Valar without fear and utter dedication, holding no hesitance that made you shiver.

The very rocks Maitimo had worriedly talked to you about many nights ago as he lay on your lap and welcomed your fingers into his hair as you gently brushed it.

Your whole body froze - unbreathing for a second as the ner you were supposed to marry suddenly raised his silver blade in submission to the oath. Your hands that were still holding onto the bouquet of white and blue orchids suddenly heavy and slipped through your fingers, landing on the ground near your feet.

It seemed the voices and yells that disappeared as Maitimo - No ! Nelyafinwë - turned to see you. Your eyes met and the sapphire color of your supposed groom blinked in horror and disbelief as he saw you. 

You could only imagine what you looked like; tear dried face and unblinking wide eyes. . .unbreathing as you looked at him in utter betrayal with the ends of your pristine white wedding dress ripped and dirted.

Your eyes were unblinking as a stray tear caressed down your cheek and he gulped at the sight.

Your body begged to release the sobs you were holding in - the unshed tears that gathered in your eyes weighing as if it was a tidal wave.

Nelyafinwë stepped towards you for a moment, but as soon as he did his name was called over his shoulder - his father’s voice loud and stern.

Slowly you shook your head - almost silently begging him not to leave you. But he did not. . .-he could not pay heed to your words and turned away from you, wincing at the startled and unbelieving gasp that left your trembling lips.

The same lips he had kissed yesterday speaking of all and more, promising you nothing but your happiness and health as he held tenderly close - but now he turned away throwing you into icy depths, where the once warmth you felt faded away into nothingness.

Especially when you had heard of how himself, along with his brothers and father had brutally murdered those of yours, leaving you bloodied and bruised.

Your white dress covered in the red blood of those your considered your kin and friends and your heart endlessly cried.

The Maitimo you loved was no more. . .

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[bleaksqueak]

Do you have voices in mind for each of your characters? Like an existing actor or singer they would sound close to? Or more so basic tones and timbre, or slight accents?

Yes! Well, sort of-- I can hear each and every one of their voices so clearly, but I have a hard time pointing to any known celebrities/voice actors that match them. I'm sure they exist and I'm sure I've probably even heard them, but it might be a case where they became a mishmash in my head to fit the tone that I hear for them. And like, with Maia, the absolute closest I can say is something obscure like "It's kind of like if Flute spoke english" (not a fan of the voh anime, but the voice castings were all great, so Flute's voice actress pops into my head with Maia... it's not exact, but it's close). She's got a soft, lightly airy voice that might have a singsong quality to it if not for her rampant anxiety and depression. bummer. Definitely ratchets up higher and higher until cracking like a cat under duress when her anxiety reaches (yelling at Elias levels) In my head, Audric has a deep, somewhat stern voice. Imposing if you don't know him well, definitely reads as "The Adult in the Room"... but still markedly young when he relaxes and you listen with familiarity. To contrast that, he's absolutely the type that breaks into something more like a childish laugh/giggle when amused to the point he can't keep it in. Like a dam break, it'll come out as a biting little laugh, probabyl hidden behind a hand. Largely I think this sticks in my mind for him due to one of my friends who's much the same way. For some reason i can't thnk of a single character to point to "kind of like--". Thanatos from Hades is a better fit below but the timbre/way of speaking is close, it just isn't severe/deep enough. Elias has a similar voice but lighter and without any of the strictness. His tone drags a little, giving off a feeling of someone who's studying you or the situation actively while they're speaking--almost as if plotting. This ranges from a seriousness that most find either offputting or unfriendly, to a more playful version of it (much of what he's been speaking to Maia with for the past chapter). The closest thing i can think of is like Maia where it's not quite right but it's close, which would be V's english VA from devil may cry... maybe V mixed with Thanatos from Hades and Ishida Akira when doing an older/serious role. Elias doesn't sound as actively sinister or [you know, dying lmao] as V though, making it not a full proper fit. The very "^_^" nature of a lot of Ishida Akira's performances though do fit well, even if they're largely missing the right actual timbre, and the casual-hard-to-read of Thanatos fits well. So I guess just mix these three together and it should somewhat sound like how I hear him in my head. Lyra's voice is very Mature but Spunky, and you should know she absolutely would do the full on "nerd laugh" if something gets her particularly good. Persephone's voice actor from Hades has the right timbre, but the performance doesn't match. If spiderverse dock ock were younger and , you know, genuinely more hyper that would fit more the right performance... But, yes. lol Nothing truly matches, but those get close like with the above examples. The fox is easy!! finally an easy one!!

and you know, for the gyekexplosion

And I lied okay, Audun is the ONE CHARACTER I know exactly who/what performance he sounds like that I could point to, but I think I might go to my grave before saying it because i'm oddly embarrassed by it lmao. Look, sometimes you just hear a performance and do a double take and go "THAT'S MY GUY...!?!?!" and your jaw is on the ground because someone captured it so exact that it feels like they crawled into your head and took notes. He has a deep, very "fatherly" voice, a bit stilted in nature but calm more often than not.If you want to attribute the stilted nature to a faint accent, thinking about what he's saying, or making sure he is understood clearly due to the nature of his work, that is up to you. It's the type of voice that can easily still a room if raised, but that's rarely necessary outside of extreme emergencies.

[hrodvitnon]

A short excerpt from the list of things you should not do in MONARCH

-Do not ask Dagon about an afterlife. He may have come to terms with his resurrection, but many aspects of his new lease on life are still uncomfortable to him. –Don’t ask Dagon about his time with Apex, either. Or call him Project Kiryu if he doesn’t know you.

-Don’t interact with Shin beyond that he’s comfortable with. Beyond the fact that he’s quite shy and isn’t a fan of interaction, he doesn’t like humanity due to the circumstances of his birth. Pushing him to far could lead into either a literal meltdown, or Godzilla and Mother intervening.

-Don’t ask Ren questions about Desghidorah’s current state.The Ren that is part of Desghidorah is apparently a copy of him that formed when he was trying to sabotage APEX’s link to Ghidorajh. Our Ren has no connection to Desghidorah, and do not keep asking him about it.

-Don’t call Godzilla or Mothra Leo “short”.Yes, it’s funny that Godzilla’s the runt of the litter and small for his species. But don’t call him or his Moth Son short-both have Short Person Bloodlust. (Godzilla doesn’t show it, but he very much does have it; he’s just better at hiding it.)

-DO NOT TRY TO SMOKE THE SPACE CRYSTAL CORDYCEPS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Yes, Monarch can be stressful-but if you absolutely have to use something stronger than marijuana or alcohol, just stick with snorting and/or eating Fly Agaric mushrooms you find in the woods. Don’t smoke the evil fungus that wanted to infect the planet. (Even if you didn’t get infected, the psychotropic effects are designed for creatures in the Titan weight class, not humans. It will leave lasting psychological damage.)(Seriously, the fact that more than one person has tried to do this is a problem. The fact that this needs to be on the list at all is a problem.)

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Heh. Additionally!

-Don’t ask Ren about his personal relationships, particularly with a Ms. Maia Simmons. He’ll go from stoic grump to shouting denials so fast it’ll give you whiplash (which does nothing but encourage the rumor mill, but don’t tell him that).

-Don’t rope the Chens into asking exactly how Godzilla and Mothra managed to have Leo. The sisters will either pull a fast one on you, or you’ll get a stern glare from Mothra. You don’t want a stern glare from Mothra.

-No flash photography of Shin or Ladon. Ever.

-Don’t ask Monster X about the gritty details of Ghidorah’s past if you don’t want to see a therapist.

[wade-winston-wilson]

I'm actually more than a lil obsessed with the idea of a While You Were Sleeping AU for Jimon.

• I imagine it's a Mundane AU, because Simon in glasses.

• Also an 80's AU, BECAUSE I'm imagining Simon works at a newsstand. Izzy is a regular. A regular he has a big, fat crush on.

• While Simon is rambling on to her about something, she gets into an accident. I'm thinking a bike runs into the stand and knocks her down. She hits her head and gets a concussion?

• Simon takes her to the hospital. While she's being wheeled away, he sighs wistfully about how he hopes she's okay, they're supposed to get married someday.

• A nurse overhears that and automatically assumes Simon is Izzy's fiancé. She ushers him into the room, tells everyone on the floor.

• Before Simon can protest, Alec Lightwood and his husband, Magnus, come barreling into the room, followed by a stern looking Maryse, young Max, and a disgruntled Robert Lightwood.

• To Simon's surprise, Luke Garroway is there too--his best friend's dad.

• Maryse is actually so distraught over Izzy, that Luke encourages Simon to keep up the charade--at least until Izzy is awake and okay. Her family can't take anymore bad news right now.

• Alec is wary at first, because Izzy would've definitely told him if she's been seeing someone--let alone that she's engaged.

• Simon is THIS 🤏 close to coming clean, when tall, blond and handsome walks through the door, face flushed like he ran all the way there.

• Simon is struck with the OH NO HE'S HOT SYNDROME, and puts up with the charade, doing his best to throw Alec off his scent.

And in the end, Jace and Simon fall in love. Isabelle meets Maia and they get married. Malec are already married and are about to adopt. That is all I have.

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

To be Hated

The Ivory Isle writing snippet, taking place after the events of the main storyline. You don’t need to know that much, I just wanted to share the writing.

Content warnings for it:

Suicidal thoughts, wanting to be hated, depression, like lots of depression, food, self hatred

Word count:

2045 words

Axel sighed as he paced around the outskirts of the forest outside their base. Danner and Azazel had taken shelter in an abandoned cabin when they first got to Safehaven, and took the others in with them when they got there. He just couldn’t handle being inside longer than he needed to. He hated the way he crept about the old wooden building, trying not to make them uncomfortable by him just being there. Not that that did anything, of course, seeing as a hush fell over everyone whenever he entered a room. The only one who didn’t react like that was Danner. Axel still couldn’t understand why none of them hated him. Well, Maia might have, but not as much as she used to.

Maybe he wanted them to hate him. Maybe it would be easier. More comfortable to know that they at least felt something other than just uncomfortable around him. Maybe he wanted them to hate him the way he hated himself. He finally wore himself out from his pacing, sitting down against a nearby tree as he shut his eyes, trying to block the cabin from his vision.

Axel wasn’t alone long, as Danner walked over to him — he didn’t catch from where, only opening his eyes when he realized that Danner walked to him. Danner was holding two bowls of stew, and sat beside Axel, silently handing him one of the bowls. Axel took it, mumbling a “thank you,” but didn’t eat anything just yet. Danner nodded to him, trying to assure him that it was fine.

“Come on… Rene’s cooking isn’t that bad, is it?” Ah, so that’s who made it. Axel didn’t hang around too long with the others, so he couldn’t be sure much of the inner workings of that necromancer.

“Oh, no, sorry, I just— I’m not hungry.” Axel wondered what the person he once was would have thought of the way he said that. It was nowhere even close to a frame of strength or confidence, though he wasn’t sure if he ever had that. But now he was downright pitiful.

“Axel. You haven’t eaten anything today, I know it. I’m supposed to be helping you get better, and I can’t help with that if you refuse to eat.” Danner sounded oddly stern, yet Axel knew it was because he cared. He shouldn’t have. Really.

“You don’t have to help me,” Axel mumbled, “I would’ve been better off if you guys had let me die anyway…”

“No, Axel, don’t say that. We couldn’t just leave you to die. You’re a person, you—”

“And why not?! Everyone hates me anyway! And they should! All I’ve done is hurt you guys, and yet you still- you still-” Axel’s voice wavered, and a few tears fell. He realized that he was holding the wooden bowl in his hands tightly, and that through his emotions clouding everything else — something his teachers would have hounded him on in the past — some of the stew fell onto his trousers and the ground.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Danner…” Axel sounded scared, and he set down the bowl quickly, only resulting in more stew to spill and a small wince from him.

“Don’t be. Axel… no one hates you. You don’t deserve to be hated. Trust me. I care about you, at least. Az certainly doesn’t hate you, because I don’t. Rene and Percy don’t like you, yeah, but they don’t hate you. Maia is, well, Maia, and Chord—”

“What about Andre,” Axel’s voice wasn’t strong, per se, but it was more confident than it had been this entire interaction, and Danner wasn’t exactly being comforting, though Axel knew he was trying. “He has to hate me, right?”

“Axel… I don’t know if I’m the one who needs to talk to you about this. Do— do you want to talk to Andreas himself?”

Axel stayed silent. He didn’t know if he did want to. The gods knew he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“I’ll… I‘ll go to Andreas after dinner,” He mumbled, before picking up the bowl of stew and starting to eat.

Danner merely nodded to him, but that was enough. Axel didn’t actually mind having Danner nearby. It was good to know that someone tolerated him. And at least Danner didn’t look ready to fight when Axel entered a room. Not that Axel could blame anyone — he knew what he did.

They sat together, silently eating the stew as the sky turned to hues of bloody red and soft pink, the sun beginning to dip beneath the horizon. After a while, just as purples and indigos were starting to colour the canvas of clouds and air, and the specks of stars had begun to pierce it, Danner looked over to Axel’s empty bowl, taking it and his own back to the cabin.

“Now go talk to Andreas!” He called out behind him.

As if it were that easy.

No matter, Axel had said he would do it, and he didn’t want to make a liar of himself. He wasn’t sure if he could handle Danner not liking him anymore. The one person who tolerated his existence.

Axel got up reluctantly, deciding to check the cabin first. He wasn’t sure what the others were doing in there all the time, seeing as no one other than Danner would talk to him, and Axel would get away whenever he could. When he got inside, he saw Danner and Azazel in the kitchen, talking while Danner cleaned the dishes from supper.

“I’m just saying, are you sure we can trust him?” Azazel’s tail swished nervously as he spoke, neither of the two noticing the figure at the entry.

“I’m not sure, but I’m not going to let him be alone. I don’t think he could take it. He needs someone, Az. I promise that I won’t get hurt.” Danner was insistent, and Axel decided to leave before he regretted it, not wanting to have the conversation he was about to but not wanting to eavesdrop on the one he just was.

When he looked back at the coats on the wall by the door, Persephone’s was missing. She was probably off doing whatever stuff she got up to — Axel didn’t have an inkling of an idea of what she was interested in.

He kept quietly making his way through the house, footsteps soft as he tried not to startle anyone. When Axel reached the stairs, he hesitated. He could still turn back. No one would know. No. Danner would know. And Axel wouldn’t disappoint him like that. And Axel would know. Knowing him, the fact that he turned from something that scared him — just because he was nervous! — would follow him around forever.

Disregarding his shaking hands and legs, and the way his stomach fluttered two steps behind him, he walked up the stairs. He winced each time they creaked, and mentally scolded himself for his pathetic behaviour. He sighed a breath of relief when he got up the steps, and went to the makeshift boarding room. Once there, he saw Andreas, yes, but also Chord. They weren’t talking, but it was clear that Axel was an intrusion on their moment. The two moved from the way they were leaning against one another, but their fingers remained laced together.

Axel couldn’t help but notice the way both of them tensed at Axel just being there.

“Er- Andreas,” Axel grimaced at the use of Andreas’s full name, but pressed forward. “I was wondering if I could talk to you?” Oh, he hated the way his voice sounded so weak. He was nothing like the soldier he used to be. The part of him that still was that stronger self was yelling at him, berating him for his very existence.

Chord’s hand held Andreas' tighter, but Andreas looked up at Chord. They had a moment of nonverbal communication, a language that Axel was too disconnected from to speak, before Andreas looked back over to Axel, who had been standing awkwardly the entire time.

Andreas gave a small nod. “What is it?” His voice was wary, yet understanding as ever.

Axel hesitated. “I- well, I wanted to talk alone.” He looked to Chord to see how he might react to that.

Chord seemed even more wary and cautious than Andreas, and Axel winced at the reason why. It wasn’t like he had ever been anything but horrid to Chord.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, alright then…” Andreas started, before noting Chord’s expression. “Chord. I’ll be fine.” He looked back to Axel, and repeated, “I’ll be fine.”

Andreas stood up, letting go of Chord’s hand. Chord’s feathered ears folded back slightly, similar to the way Axel’s eyebrows would crease whenever Andreas— No. No, he wasn’t going to think about that. It would only make everything worse. More… awkward. Well, more than it already was.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Andreas said to Chord, before looking over at Axel and walking out of the boarding room.

Axel followed Andreas silently, as he was most of the time now. Once the two were outside, Andreas barely walked away from the cabin before turning to Axel with his arms crossed.

“So? What did you want to talk about?” Axel hated how crass Andreas sounded.

He hesitated to tell Andreas. He knew he would find it difficult, but now that he was about to talk about it, it felt so insignificant. Like it was going to just be an inconvenience for Andreas. He took a deep breath before beginning. “I was wondering… Do- do you hate me?”

Andreas looked up at him, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. “Axel, I- I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’m upset. I’m angry. But… I don’t hate you.” He sounded absolutely incredulous, as if the very notion of Axel mentioning such a thing was absurd.

“Why not?!” Axel’s eyes brimmed with tears, and he once again mentally berated himself for such strong emotion. “Why don’t you? I have given you every reason to hate me, yet here you are!”

Andreas took a step back, increasing the already almost far distance. “Axel. I don’t hate you because I cared so much about you. I can’t hate y—“

“You should! I hate knowing that even a small part of you still cares! I have done nothing but hurt you, hurt Chord, hurt everyone, and yet you try to forgive me?! I can’t even forgive myself… Why won’t you just hate me?”

Axel couldn’t stop the tears beginning to fall, not that he even cared anymore. Oh, he would beat himself up about it later, but he barely even noticed the blurry vision, the heat of the salty tears against his cheeks, the quietest sound of a sploosh as they hit the ground — a sound that would be lost if not for the sheer silence before Andreas spoke again.

“Axel.” He was standing by Axel, right by him, his hand on his shoulder. “I don’t. I can’t and will not hate you. I’ve moved on, but that doesn’t change everything in our past. You can’t make me hate you. Please don’t hate yourself.”

“It’s not that easy,” Axel said, his sobs rendering his voice cracked and quiet, “It’s not that easy, Andre. I wish it could be.”

Andreas wiped Axel’s tears from his face and sighed, “I know. It never will be. But you need to learn. It’s going to take time, but I believe you can do it.” He paused. “I loved you,” He said, before he walked back into the cabin.

Axel collapsed onto the ground, sobbing more. He shook as Andreas’ words rang through his mind.

“I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.”

When he finally calmed down enough to go back inside, though he felt like a thin piece of glass about to shatter, the clock in the entrance read 23:00. He tried to walk up the stairs as quietly as possible, but the creaks that always were there seemed so much louder in the darkness and silence. He got to the boarding room, and collapsed onto his cot as quietly as he could. His sleep couldn’t come fast enough, and yet it was immediate.

If only the night lasted longer.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi, requesting Namo x reader with the prompts: was that your first kiss? and i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. Thanks!

"The first kiss"

Pairing: Námo x Reader (Maia | Second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Fluffy

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 500 words

Summary: You and the Doomsman share a kiss on the beach.

Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and taglist here.

His kiss was sweet, like the honey you had eaten earlier. And he was gentle. Nàmo sighed when you melted into his embrace. It was the perfect moment, and he picked the ideal place. The waves whispered like lovers as they lapped against the shore, and the stars burned brightly in the sky. The lights from the two trees had dimmed, and Varda's creation could be seen in all its glory.

Your hands delved into his hair. The strands were so soft that they felt like silk as they passed around your fingers. Námo had to bend over. He was so tall in his physical form. His arms slowly tightened around you and pulled you closer. The scent of night-blooming jasmines wafted off his skin.

Never had you imagined your first kiss with him being this wonderful. Námo was the Doomsman of the Valar and the Keeper of the Slain. Many considered him stern and pitiless and without warmth. His touch was claimed to be as cold as ice, but the heat radiating off him while the two of you kissed and kissed told a different story. Here was a side of him that only you got to see and feel, one that was all sweetness and light. The thought alone was enough to fill you with awe.

Námo thought he had strayed into a dream. He had pictured this moment and always wondered what it would be like when it happened. He was fearful and thought he would do something wrong and drive you away. He thought you would say no and might laugh at him when he told you he had never kissed. Seagrass waved in a gust of wind thick with the smell of salt. Your gown rustled softly, and a seagull cried out from a nearby nest.

"That was better than I thought it would be." Námo pulled away when he sensed a temper in the air. A storm was approaching, and he needed to get you home before it hit. "My brother would wax poetic about it, calling it one of the greatest joys one could ever experience. I confess I didn't believe him till now."

You tilted your head and gave him a measured look. Námo looked away, utterly abashed. Realization dawned.

"Was that your first kiss?" You asked. When Námo nodded, his pale cheeks flushing pink, you smiled and stood on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands. "I'm not angry. And it's all rather sweet, knowing that I was your first."

His lips twitched and curled before a slow smile worked across his face and lit his coal-black eyes. Starlight glittered off them, making it seem like tiny diamonds were hidden within. Námo was pleased. More than pleased. His heart started to sing a melody it had never done before, and warmth filled his fana.

He had never looked more beautiful than he did just then. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile," you whispered. Námo reached out, his fingers curling around your hair. "Only for you," he whispered in return. "Only for you."

Tags: @edensrose @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays @floraroselaughter

[btsqualityy]

Mama KNJ wrapping the kids up to go to the hospital cause she gets the call that NJ has to get stitches- Mason has a 101 questions for NJ and the nurses and Maia just has her pout hehehehe arms akimbo. “Appa- again? this is not good.” She shakes her head before climbing the bed to sit with him. Arms folded she looks at NJ with a stern expression. “How did you not see the camera? It’s right there!” And mama KNJ is cackling away hahahaha

Maia would be sooo annoyed 😭