#or to insult the food itself like come on yall

[citadelofswords]

ay. i should really know better than to reblog food opinion polls and suchlike, because i fucking hate food debates with every fiber of my being

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt Viii

Pairing: Sauron/Halbrand x Reader, mentioned Isildur x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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Summary: He wants to earn you.

Tags: Minor argument, pining as always, Sauron deceving himself as always, fluffy and kinda cute tbh, implied physical violance because its sauron, reader is a unable to resist this man but who would be, sauron is a simp and totally heart eyes but he hates it

Notes: There is illusions to Tolkien lore in this, he doesn't outright say anything really but I know not everyone is familar with his backstrory so just lemme know. I am always always always down to answer questions about lore stuff and stuff with the story. I love to yap yap yap. Thank yall for all the support. Who knows maybe in like 3 more parts they'll finally kiss

He stood outside your door, a piece of sweet bread wrapped in cloth clutched in his hands. The words he said the previous night, the insults to your honor, were swimming through his head. Then there was the whole debacle outside your door, the feel of your breath on his face, the way you looked up at him, the feel of your soft lips under his thumb. He didn’t sleep, but if he did, he would be haunted with dreams of you. Not that his every waking moment wasn’t fraught with thoughts of you and daydreams of the way you would look under him or how you would feel curved into the side of his body.

But he threw that all away. Why?

He breathed in, resting his forehead against the door. He could hear you in there. You were awake. He could tell by the way your pulse sounded. Sometimes he’d tune his hearing to it so he was surrounded by you. His eyes closed as he thought of his course of action. He could not have you unhappy with him. The thought itself was unbearable. Yet again, you reduced him to no more than a teenage boy. He could only imagine what his master would do if he saw him now.

No, not master. Morgoth was no longer that, and he held no power here, not anymore.

But was he, Sauron the Great Deceiver, really about to sincerely apologize to you for questioning your honor? You never ceased to surprise him. With an inhale of breath, he softly knocked.

He heard shuffling, and then you opened the door. You looked at him wearily. The smile that once lit up your eyes when you looked at him was painfully absent, but you stepped aside to let him in. He stepped in and took in your appearance. You were bathed, your skin looked soft, and your hair shined. You had braided your hair, but strands of hair framed your face, falling into your eyes, and you wore a simple pale blue dress that he suspected was left out for you by the ship captain.

You were gorgeous. You always were, but now, it was breathtaking.

He pressed his tongue into his cheek, plopping himself down into the chair. He held the cloth out to you, “It's a peace offering, sweet one.”

You took it hesitatingly, peeling the cloth off it, “Thank you,” your voice was soft and small, but he could tell you were genuine. He did not bother for small talk and got to the point.

“I did not mean it. They were words spoken without thought, in anger not at you but at the situation I found you in,” his tongue pressed against his teeth as he tried to think of more words to say, “your honor is not something that is mine to question. You have never shown that…-”

“I do not care that you may think it easy to bed me. I care that you spoke it so confidently in front of the strangers of this place, who already look at me with an uneasy gaze. In front of a man who had been nothing but kind and offered me food and fellowship. I do not understand you, truly I do not,” he watched as the fire in your eyes grew and he felt a similar fire in him, “You accuse him of wanting to bed me and yet you seem to be the one with intentions of taking my maidenhood. Last night, I dont’.....you are…..”

The fire was still there, but as you were stumbling over your words, he worked hard to fight the smile that was tugging at his lips. Luckily, you were so caught up in your own intense emotions that you hadn’t noticed him.

“You are a mystery to me. I do not understand your actions, let alone what motivates them. You know so much of me, of my darkest secrets, and yet I know nothing of you. You claim to care for me, and you have done more than any to protect me, and yet you find it easy to entertain the affections of one who had likely wished me dead. Do you not understand what elves like her have said to me for 15 years now? You do that while also leading me along and pretending that there is something more here by pushing me into a door and kindling something inside me that I have never known, and then leaving me. It is like I am only a plaything to you and I…”

“Stop,” He looked at you, his stare hard. “You, of all beings, are most certainly not a plaything, and for you to think I would think that of you is an insult to me. Do not forget it was you who was having dinner with a man who has intentions to court you.”

“That is not the same thing. You must know it.”

“Is it not? You were flirting with him. It was clear as day to all who saw.”

He watched as you hesitated, your features softening, “It is not the same. The Numenorians have never done anything to hurt you. I do not seek to absolve my family of their crimes, but did you know that there were elves that swayed the king to make me watch their executions? I wonder what side she was on, truly. I do not think it is sound for you to be mad at me when your intentions for me ever change.”

He swallowed thickly, “My intentions for you have not changed,” he spoke softly, picking at the dried skin on his palms, “But perhaps you are right. You do not know of my crimes of my history. You do not know what makes me hesitate when it comes to you.”

He inhaled a breath. This was a story he had rather kept to himself. Always. Secrets, he did not wish to share and regrets that he would rather keep for eons. But there you sat, hurt and confused, and he could not help the words that spilled from his mouth.

“My father was a blacksmith. He had a mighty forge, and he crafted weapons and armor and great many objects with such beauty. The craft was one he instilled upon to me, the desire to create burned within as it still does,” he watched as you relaxed, wondering if you were surprised to be getting your answers, “But I became arrogant, I wanted for things I could not have with my father and I wanted a change that my father was not ready to bring. But, my uncle was a man who created his own fortune, and he was not afraid to fight for what he wanted. I admired it, I craved it, and so I left my father and his forge.”

His tongue pressed into his teeth. How could he confess to her the evil that he had done? How could he explain to her the relationships of the divine in a way she could understand? But with a breath, he continued on, “My uncle was not all he seemed but I was so caught up in it and the idea that my vision would become a reality that I was blind to it. The things I did I do not wish to repeat, but my father and my family made it known I could never return home, even after my uncle was disposed of.”

He looked to you, and there he saw a look of empathy, one he was sure would be erased from your face if you knew who he was. It was a look that healed part of him. It was a look that all but answered the questions inside of his head and what remained of his heart. His future would be with you. His fate was tied with yours.

“The sins I have committed have condemned my soul,” He spoke softly. “Perhaps one day I will be able to speak them to you. But for now, I must prove to myself that I am worthy of you. That I could provide for you. That is my intention.”

He stood from his seat, his hand reached for yours, and he squeezed them tightly as he rested his forehead to yours. “My intention is to have you in every way. But I have yet to earn it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you looked into his eyes. He could see as your resolve melted. He could have you now. He knew he could close the distance, and he could have you in any way he wanted. For a moment, he considered it. For a moment, he wanted to fill you with his corruption.

But then he imagined you without your light, and you would not be the woman he loved. To corrupt you was to ruin you and to remove what he loved so much of you.

Loved.

Love.

He loves you.

He loves you.

Sauron loves you.

He pushed the realization to the back of his mind. He had to ignore it. He would unpack it later, go over this emotion. It could not be love. He would not allow it.

The sound of your voice tore him from his thoughts. “What if I believed you had earned it?” The way you looked up at him, it made his cock twitch and he had to clench his fist to stop from grabbing your face and bring his lips to yours.

He closed his eyes, and his jaw clenched. “You tempt me, sweet one. But I must do this. Not only for you, but for me.” He held your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, “I will have you, and when that day comes, so will you.” He smirked softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading to the door.

He stopped before leaving, “Do not turn away that boy's friendship if it is what you wish.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. You did not deserve to be sentenced to loneliness forever. However, Isildur being your friend, made it easier for him to continue his game of cat and mouse with the elf. He knew that friendship was the last thing on the boy's mind, and he was also all too happy to watch you reject his advances.

He had seen it in your eyes. There was none but him for you.

~

“Please, don't do this,” he said. He knew they were no match for him, but his anger was threatening to overtake him.

He had tried to find work as a blacksmith but was rejected. They would be beyond blessed to have him in their forge. There was no being on Middle Earth who could craft better than him. It was not arrogance but fact. He had crafted things no mortal man could dream of, and these men dared to insult him and his breeding. Insinuating that he was not good enough for the elf, they never spoke of you, but the insinuation still burned a fire in his veins. He controlled himself, however, for he saw an opportunity to take the man's crest. Of course, that led to this moment.

“Why not, low man?” The words were followed by a swift punch. “He dare speak of taking our women, and yet the lowborn woman with him seems to be taken with the uncrested son of a ship captain. How can he take ours if he can't keep his?”

He heard their laughs in agreement. They rang in his ears, and the taunting was too much.

For you, he would not kill them, but for you, he would break them.

[chall-enge]

Info about akuma! Kny

personality

his personality is eh bad at best. He will be very rude to any one (Incudling people of higher power), if  said person ever happen to insult or question his work. Depending on the person he is arguing with he is willing to fight despite being clearly weaker (When i mean depending i mean mostly anyone that akuma knows wouldent behead him the moment he shoves/push).

When he isnnt  rude to people you can tell his ego is deeper then hell it’s self as . Even if the other person is better then him. He still finds way to be better in a small way or a big way!.

But also his ego  can easily be broken so if he even assume you insulting him get ready to be yelled at and insulted.

Like some demons he can and will cry but you need to do certain things to make him do so!.

For example any higher ups then him calling him useless,Good for nothing,failure,Waste of a life,disgrace or anything related to it. He will cry  and even try to insult you back but at that point he is going flee so dont expect to hear back from him for a long while! (beside muzan, akuma is too afraid to ignore muzan commands to meet him face to face)

Akuma also stubborn, very stubborn. But he isnt that dumb if he knows he going to lose a fight he will spare the embrassment of losing my fleeing. He will hold grudges until he feel like he got his justice on said person, you hardly will see a moment  of akuma being a nice to a another demon (Cause in his mind anything of kindness is weakness). 

But in the rare chances you do, you can tell he is trying to be nice to said person (usally friends or preferred person) by  attempting to behave and control his anger near then and wont be as loud when arguing with said person, And MAYBE allow to be insulted sightly (But just be aware, some insults can hurt more than others and will/can worry your friendship with said person)

And in some cases  if he trusts you enough to not abuse/backstab his weakness, he will be more weak towards said lucky person for example, He will show more emotion beside anger.he come for you for advice or opinions on matters he doesnt care/ doesnt understand well enough to  really take time to consider. Treat him how he wants to be treated and You have a semi asshole demon as a friend.

Also of course like any demon he has fears.. He is afraid of dying weak and pathic, failling to do something,dying,being backed stab by anyone he trusts and being hurt badly by his food (which is why he targets certain people.)He targets  new/hurt  demon slayers or unattend childern 

Also for fun i tell yall how you can embarrassed akuma, calling out his bluffs,saying something he didnt expected (Doesnt even need to be nsfw, his mind will need to restart and figure out how to respond),showing akuma that he can do a certain thing better than him, copying his amount of any emotion,suffering any consequences in pubic,getting him off guard (50/50 chance of him yellings at you or just make him embarrassed), failing at doing something infront of someone (ex hunting a demon slayer and they got away/ managed to fight akuma away from them as somone same or higher rank watches him fail)

Other info!

Name:  Akuma no sagi-shi  /  阿隈の鷺市

Name in english  (google transleter sucks man :<): devil's deceiver

Perferd targets: Weaker/Injuried  or newer swordmen and unattend children 

Design/Appearance : Heavly base off of  a siren and wearing large clothing as patchs of skin has fish scale and  usually  when he  out  and about he cover his head with a black head covering and a black and white mask to prevent humans seeing his  siren features and he always wear his the standard Demon Slayer uniforms consisting of a gakuran jacket and hakama  pants  and pretends to be a medic or helper when out in the night looking for a meal

Draining Tears

This blood demon art   stuns swordsmen with ear-piercing sobs  the sob itself sounds  despairing and very much desperate, while that happen a temporary increase in healing speed occours  as the opponet gets stuned akuma tears and pleads are short lived as he trys to end the opponents life the second they stop moving 

Draining Tears  weakness

The blood demon art is self pretty much affects swordsmen who are weaker and ones that second think of beheading akuma but  it has hard time effecting harder opponents only at most surprise them at best and the small amount of time akuma healing is speed up he will lose some energy 

Mimcking Waves

This blood demon art allows akuma to mimck voices of people he ate (ex man,woman,child) and is usally used to lure  unsuspecting  weak swordsmen or folks who happen to hear the voices of the distress kid,man or woman nearby 

Mimcking Waves

The weakness of mimicking waves is the unpredictable chance of  attracting strong swordsmen  towards the voices he mimcks  and making  akuma easy to locate in busy areas as if akuma panics when mimicking you can hear the voice breaking and cracking out of character of a preassumed man,woman or child 

Water hideaways

The blood demon art is a combtion of offense and defense, it has ability to manifest a water puddle it allows travel underground hence allowing Akuma to escape or heal underground Additionally, the emergence of betta fishes from the puddle to defend and attack nearby threats 

Water hideaways weakness

The Water hideaways weaknness is that The betta fishes themselves are easily defeated  if put in enough effort Furthermore, the energy-draining nature of maintaining the water puddle limits its duration, making it suitable only for life-or-death scenarios. 

Additionally, Akuma's need to surface   at random intervals when the betta fishes are being defeated easily and akumas needed to take charge and level out the field   making  them vulnerable during these moment .

Aqua Blades

This blood demon art allows akuma to solidify summoud water making them into blades These blades can be controlled if akumas  pays attention to the blades form

Aqua Blades weakness 

The Aqua Blades weakness is it is needed get close to the swordsmen which has many risk and depending on the opponent it will put them  themselves in a vulnerable position. And it has the  increases the likelihood of being counterattacked or overpowered by opponents who may have superior strength or weaponry.