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Insufferable Beginnings

Turgon x reader

Request: Turgon x reader, enemy’s to lover in Valinor, angst?… (help I live the enemy’s to livers trope to much 😭😭) - Anon

A/N: I originally wanted to keep this short, like under 3k, however, dialogues became my weakness and I fell in love with the hating each other a little too much. However, I do hope that this was good enough to your liking. Apologies if it’s too long. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au, angst/comfort, arguments, insulting one another, a knife gets drawn (a butter knife), kissing, confessions, since it’s set in Valinor I used Quenya names

Words: 4.6k

Synopsis: Arranged marriages when you and your millionth reason why were at each other’s throats was always the best way to introduce a new emotion on the battlefield and seek victory.

“Must you look so disparaging? It is our wedding, after all, cheer up and have a drink!” Turukáno sat beside you, or rather two feet away and towards the end of the table, leaving you to wallow in your bitterness. He managed to find your expressions throughout the entire day more entertaining than ever, it made the wedding interesting.

Casting a dreadful and bone-chilling side eye at your newlywed husband, your fingers twitched in your lap with unbridled rage to wrap them around his obnoxiously long neck and choke. However, he remained aloof under your threatening gaze and took another gulp for his sixth cup of wine for the night. Anything to avoid going home, sane, to a shared house.

“I’ll only smile if you disappear and leave me alone.”

He paused with the chalice against his lips, pondering before scoffing and taking a violent chug. Emptying the cup with an enthusiastic exhale and slamming it on the table, he reached for the vat of wine to refill. “So you can find yourself in the arms of one of your pathetic suitors or my cousins since you enjoy kissing their asses so much.”

“Anyone else would be a better company.”

“What’s stopping you then? I thought you loathed me with an unbridled passion to the point that you would do anything to make your life less miserable,” he half-heartedly muttered while gazing at the ruby liquid in his cup. “Or maybe you didn’t want to humiliate yourself knowing that no one else would accept you and your terrible personality.”

“What makes you think that one of your cousins would not accept me?”

“So it’s my cousins you’re interested in. Well, I think you and Tyelkormo or Atarinkë would suit each other well, especially with the similar personalities you all share.”

You growled through bared teeth, “Do not ill-speak of the House of Fëanáro. They are far nobler, skilled and of better status than you can ever be.”

“Ah, so you admit that your personality is dreadful then?” Awed by the revelation of your words, he flashed a blinding grin at you.  

“You act as though your personality is perfect, and do not make this about me when it is not!”

“My personality isn’t perfect, but it’s better than yours,” he snickered and sat upright. “Besides, it is your wedding day, you are the centre of attention, so everything is about you.”

“You’re simply bitter and jealous that I would never choose you in a world of standards because you are as poor as your insults.” Flipping him off with a triumphant smirk, you crossed your arms and performed a mental victory dance at your comeback.

“Of course I am,” he muttered half-heartily as he slammed his chalice on the table once more and slumped deeply into his chair. As much as he wanted to leave the table, his grandfather and father were eyeing you down like hawks. “No power and no high status. Yet I was still chosen to be your future husband by the King.”

Not caring that he was being stared at, Turukáno exited the hall and rushed out of the palace to find a secluded spot for a bit of fresh air. He didn’t care about what became of you during the rest of the night. You could have returned to your parent’s house and left him alone in your supposed shared home or run off with his half-cousins, he would surely find something worthwhile to fill his time with.

Making his way through the half-empty streets of Tirion, he slid his body through a few alleyways before breaking into the hills and entering the outskirts of a small forest. A familiar path he took which led to a small pool—a place where he and Findekáno formerly commuted before his successful marriage—now became his fortress of refuge to his unbearable hater.

Being petty, bitter, and judgemental were common traits of the second son of Ñolofinwë, however, you brought the worst out in him. It was only the day you entered the picture with your desirous hatred towards him, his boring life became infuriating. There wasn’t a day you didn’t make his life a living hell.

Wanting nothing more than to refrain from continuing his thoughts on you before his head exploded, he undressed and took a midnight swim, spending the rest of his wedding with peace of mind. He would deal with you another day with the guarantee to make you regret hating him.

**

The first year of marriage was always described as challenging and for God’s sake how fucking true it was. You weren’t even past the first three months without wanting to launch objects at him, which you had already done numerous times before. But the point was that you wanted to launch the entire dining table at him for interrupting your peace of mind. Why did he have to show up at the same hour? Did he not have something more important to do like die?

“Can you not eat so loudly? It is breaking my concentration?” you retorted sharply.

“Then cover your ears. To eat I must; to hear, you can choose,” he lazily replied in a bored tone.

Your left eye twitched as did the cutlery in your hands as you pressed the knife and fork into the porcelain plate to evidently create a hairline fracture. Casting a look at the servants lined up on each side of the room with a monotonous expression, you felt a wave of embarrassment.

“What, no counter to my response? Finally realised how foolish you appear hating me unnecessarily?” he mocked.

Deeply inhaling, you managed, “I merely asked you to cease chewing so loudly. Is that not a possible task, something a Prince of your lowly status can adhere to?”

Countering without waiting for a second, he stated with plainness, “I must chew if I am to eat, don’t you know that or have you forgotten the fundamentals of eating?”

“Then don’t eat, starve and die.”

Turukáno’s lips twitched as he fought a sarcastic grin, instead, scoffing as his breathing fumbled before he lifted his head to gaze at you across the table. Your seated presence at the opposite end, surrounded by an array of candles left a glowing aura casting a glow on your figure to appear as some omnipotent being…a demon in sheep’s clothing.

“My dear, have you not paid attention to the tranquillity of the room? A pin drop can be heard; thus you will hear my chewing, same can be said for yours.”

“I do not chew loudly!” you snarled, visibly vibrating in your seat.

“Of course not, how rude of me. Where are my manners?” he satirically replied, casting a mocking smile at you; his turquoise eyes shining brightly under the glow of the candles. “Allow me to clarify, you yap like a goat.”

Springing from your chair, your palms came crashing down on the table, prompting the ornaments to tremble, even the servants shifted on their feet at the intemperate tension. “You should have care how you speak; it might be your last.”

“What are you planning on doing? Launching another poor object at my head and missing like you did in the last fifty attempts? Best of wishes, may your aim be true, or would you prefer I stand within three feet, so you don’t miss?” he snickered with a shake of his head.

Darkly whispered, you picked up your butter knife and stabbed it into the napkin. “I could end you right here and now,”

“How terrifying?!” he dully muttered and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Somebody save me!”

“Would you stop that!”

“Ah, so it would appear that I have struck a nerve?” Turukáno grinned delightedly and took a sip of his wine while appreciating the sight of you pointing your knife at him.

“You have been a pain in my ass since the day I met you!” you rumbled, jabbing the knife through the air towards his figure peacefully sitting unbothered.

Wanting nothing more than to bask in the glory this unnecessary argument brought, he rose from his chair and strolled around the table. Fingers gliding along the tabletop as he took his time to approach you, he appeared smug. “What you are telling me, is that I’ve always been on your mind? I’m touched. No one has ever thought of me so much as you did, my number one supporter and hater. Makes this union worthwhile because you can continue to think of me even more while allowing it to consume your every thought.”

At this point, Turukáno was standing before you as your body had turned to meet him head-on, the knife in your hand still focusing on him. Despite his towering figure, you were able to match his height with the passion in your eyes that made you grow. Those turquoise eyes of his darkened and narrowed into slits as the gazed down at you. No one dared to whisper a word, only the sound of heavy breathing which was still too soft for the other’s ears.

Suddenly, his left hand gingerly reached out to grab the wrist of your right, which held the knife and brought it to his throat. He knew you couldn’t cut him with a butter knife, yet he wanted you to realise your folly. The action urged the servants in the room to break their formation and panic as they looked on. He felt the trembling of your hand as he held onto it, steadfast, while the expression on your face spoke the reason for him. All bark and no bite.

“Do it,” he taunted with s whisper, gazing his playful eyes at your paralysed ones and pushing the knife harder against his skin.

You wanted to reply. Counter as equally as petty as his insults or even take actions, but the wheels in your body weren’t rotating. You didn’t know why, but the longer you stared into his slithered eyes; you noticed the ring of green around his iris, the small mole under his left eye and his neatly shaped wine-stained lips. His change in demeanour made him appear ridiculously attractive and you fought to deny it, but comparisons between him and the sons of Fëanáro’s beauty had already crossed your mind.

It outmatched a few of them.

You struggled to catch yourself the longer you focused on his face, grip on your knife slipping, yet the grip around your wrist tightened and tugged. Your lips parted and your head inched closer, grateful for your height, you were able to lean into his personal space, breathing in his air. Wine and spearmint. The alarms were blaring in your head that it was a precarious move you were making, but his standstill stature encouraged you to persist and bridge the gap.

Turukáno didn’t know who moved first, he or you; all he knew was that his hand gripping your wrist had tossed it over his shoulder, with the knife still intact, as his lips moulded against yours. It was full of anger, confusion and hidden truths as your bodies were entangled in an unceremonious form of solving the argument. Lips breaking apart to gasp for air, catching your breaths before returning to the task, his hands were busy cupping your cheeks to tilt your head to increase the vigour. He forgot—or rather, didn’t care—about the knife in your hands behind his neck as he pressed his body closer, wanting you to experience his heat, raging from the passion you sparked tonight.

Yet nothing was ever long-lived as you caught your biting his luscious lip and pulled away, gasping. Casting your eyes downwards, a questionable frown appeared. Unable to take the confusion and possible humiliation of the suddenness of the scene, you muttered a curt, “Excuse me,” and slipped out of his embrace, vacating the room while leaving him hoping.

**

You began to avoid him even more; more than what you normally would, yet failure was the start of something different. Your mornings were clashing, him showing up at the same time for breakfast, exiting and entering the house, and needing to share the same space. It was as if fate was playing a sick joke on you to remember your kiss. He appeared the same, refusing to bring it up and make any eye contact, however, his persistence to irritate and aggravate you never ended. The night of the dinner was just the beginning of him goading you to commit your desire.

Standing at the entrance of the drawing-room, you fixed your body behind the pillar that rested a vase and observed him. He appeared relaxed and a level of comfort you wished to achieve in the shared household. How was he able to be unbothered? Didn’t your presence usually provoke him? Was he not thinking about you the way you always thought about him?

“Cease your staring from behind the pillar, please. I know that I’m not the best-looking elf compared to your idolised house, so spare me your soft gaze as though you considered me,” he huffed and turned the page of his book without lifting his head to make contact.

Soft gaze?

“I was not gazing at you, I was glaring…” He was right, whether you were gazing at him or not, you were silently observing him. Clearing your throat to avoid making a fool of yourself, you stepped into the spotlight and clasped your hands together. “I was coming to call you, There’s an invitation addressed to you…and I.”

“My grandfather?”

“Hmm, a dinner party.”

The room fell into silence as you both took in the silent meaning behind the invitation. This was the first event after the wedding that would display the depth of your relationship with his family and others.

Turukáno’s eyes lifted off the pages to fall on your nervous figure standing in the doorway. No animosity or disdain was held in his eyes as they softened on your appearance; he almost felt sorry for the discomfort you were about to be placed in, similar to himself. Gatherings involving the entire family usually made him cautious and uninterested due to the typical outcomes.

“You can stay at home if you are uncomfortable attending. I’ll make up an excuse that you’re unwell and request tranquillity,” he suggested while shutting his book and placing it on the table.

Puzzled at the sudden shift in the atmosphere, you wrinkled your forehead. “What about your grandfather when he questions why you’re not at home looking after me?”

“I’ll make up some lie, whatever comes to mind,” he monotonously muttered, drifting his eyes to meet your astonished ones.

“Why?” Your question lingered heavily in the air like it weighed a ton. A sudden increase of pressure showered over you, leaving him wondering if he had made a mistake in his response to warrant your opposition.

“Why not? You’re not interested in meeting my family for known reasons, and if you want to stay at home, you are welcome to.”

“But don’t you hate me?” you delicately uttered. “You shouldn’t be concerned about how I feel or whether I desire to stay at home; you should ignore me like you have always been doing.”

Opening his mouth to counter, he closed it and dropped his gaze to your feet. The look of puzzlement decorated his face the longer he contemplated a response while reasoning with himself for the corner he was backed into. There was never a discussion he wasn’t able to counteract, but here you were causing him to fumble. A sharp look at your face, the squinting of his eyes and a nervous chuckle he conjured a response rattled off the tip of his tongue. “I don’t hate you; I don’t particularly like you, but ignoring you is incredibly difficult when you have an unmistakable aura that causes me to consider you in whatever way I can.”

His eyes widened at the acknowledgement of his words. Unable to feign his mistake, he rose immediately off the sofa and marched to the opposite exit of the drawing room.

“You…You don’t hate—”

“Forget what I said. Simply do whatever you want for the dinner, it doesn’t matter to me.” With that, he departed the room and rushed to his chamber, slamming the door.

In the following days, Turukáno had done his best to avoid you after his slip-up while you became fixated on decoding his grand speech and his nonchalance towards his actions. It wasn’t like him to use words which didn’t coordinate with his enmity-like personality. All the screaming, shouting, slamming the doors and throwing objects at each other died down, and all you received were his typical smart-ass comments which started carrying a two-meaning message. You were positively sure that he was not aware of his choice of words; he never mixed his vocabulary.

For the prim and proper Prince he was, he was enunciated.

Hence why you were gawking at him all night from behind a pillar, avoiding interactions with his siblings and cousins to observe his mannerisms. His face seemed to be a lot more relaxed, visibly pleased, lips stretched into a grin, and laughing. You had never seen him like this around you, it was a side he withheld during your arrangement, and it stung that you would never be fortunate to experience it due to his hate towards you. No sweet moments exchanged, smiles and words reserved only for you, or another kiss like that night.

Licking your lips and biting it, your fingers touched your lower lip as you held eye contact with his figure. The events of that night were still unexplainable.

“Staring at my brother.” The teasing voice of Princess Irissë came from your left before you felt her arm linking with yours and pulling you closer to her. “Well, you should be, especially after how great your relationship with him is going. Look at how much my brother is smiling; he’s talking about you.”

“Y-Your Highness?!”

“Relax. You can drop the formalities for now. It’s a family dinner and we’re all family, so call me nésa,” she laughed which resembled crystal bells tinkering.

Feeling overwhelmed by the plethora of information you consumed, your chest felt tighter all of a sudden, as though the dress shrunk. “I uh, do not understand what you mean by your brother. He is talking about me?”

Surely not good things, no wonder why he was smiling. Prattling his cousins’ heads about how terrible you were to live with. You felt your heart sink to your stomach, not realising how much you hoped for good things to be spoken about you.

“Of course he is! You’re his wife!” she exclaimed and gave you a small shake before guiding you away from the pillar. “He was asked to produce grandfather with a report at the start of the dinner in private, we were all there, and we heard him speak about how things are looking brighter, and that he’s pleased. So that means you two no longer hate each other and grandfather’s idea worked.”

Holding eye contact with her before looking at the wine in your hands, you felt uneasy at the explanation. “I guess it did,” you uttered in disbelief.

It didn’t take long for interrupting footsteps to break your concentration. Knowing the echo and presence before the voice rippled into your ear, your head snapped up to gaze at him already looking upon you with softer eyes and a tender smile. Your lips quivered as you bit back the urge to cry the longer you held his gaze, unable to focus on the sound emitting from his lips.

He was cruel and unkind to make you feel such a way.

“Is everything alright? You haven’t responded to a word I said,” he inquired worriedly, inching his head closer to yours. At this time, Irissë had slipped free and sauntered away to annoy her cousins, leaving you two to embark on your hateful-love relationship.

“I um, I.” Why was speaking so trivial? Just spit out your words for they were at the tip of your tongue. “I must speak with you, immediately.”

You had no time to witness the painful frown on his face as you swivelled and marched out of the ballroom with him following a few metres behind, confused. Exiting the room and meandering through the corridors, an earful away from eavesdroppers, you fumed in your mind at how careless you were to allow things to escalate to immeasurable heights. You couldn’t undo what had been done, not even the sea could wash it away. Though Turukáno hoped he had not said anything during the day to disrupt your tranquillity, he was most mindful of his words and behaviour due to his joviality.

“Have I said or done something to displease you, Y/N?”

“Yes! Yes, you did!” you shouted and spun on your heels to stand in the middle of the corridor and face him. “You, You, ugh, you infuriate me on levels beyond comprehension! How can you say those things so openly without disgust?”

“What things?! What have I said about you?!” he cried and took steps closer, still maintaining his distance.

“You–…I hate you! I hate how you…how you were talking about us and the house and how things are getting better! Or how you were smiling and happy and laughing and making everything seem like it is perfect and great when it’s not because I hate you!” Your temper flared as millions of reasons raced across your mind, and yet you were able to stutter out jumbled words, making a smile stretch across his face. “I hate the way you look at me with those eyes and I hate the way you look at others because you’ll never genuinely look at me like that. I want your eyes on me, but you’ll never because of how I hate you!”

“You hate me?” he questioned in an affectionate teasing voice.

“Yes, I do! Because ever since this arrangement began, you made me feel crazy and I found myself unable to think of anything else! I am utterly consumed by you, and I hate it! I’m supposed to hate you!”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe and glared at him through the crystal droplets. You knew he was looking at you the same way you wanted and hated. Your emotions were truly a bitch who couldn’t make up its mind.

Turukáno grinned and took more steps to bridge the distance between you both. Standing three feet apart, he looked down at his boots as his voice rumbled in his chest. “I know and I accept this,” he softly whispered. “I’m not the best at emotions, but I also hated you till it was aggravating. You were constantly on my mind every second of the day, consuming and leaving me thinking about you more than I breathed. I thought of everything about you, even your insults. You were able to contest me, a feat no one else could muster and still stand facing me; I enjoyed the pleasure it brought, drinking and desiring more. Then I started seeing you as my equal and no longer my source of hate, but my reason to look forward to each day. I considered you and thought about you too much, I bent the knee before you…”

Standing there baffled, you wanted to know who this individual was.

“I know, I know,” he shrugged. “I’m not great with emotions so it was impossible for you to notice my changes. I thought I was subtle, and neither are you.”

“Excuse me?! You’re telling me about how I feel?” you sniffled.

“You claim to hate me, but you don’t,” he breathed as he finally bridged the gap, standing in the same proximity as the kiss. His fingers twitched with urgency to hold you again as they remembered the last time they held you closely. “You don’t tell someone you hate them; you show them, make them feel it. And how you feel for me is what I feel for you, it was only masked by hatred.”

Scoffing with a teary eye roll, allowing a few drops to roll down your cheek, you countered with a teaspoon of attitude, “What do you know about how I feel? You’re just a foolish Prince who thinks he knows people better than themselves.”

Lifting his hands, he was allowed to cradle your face, thumbs wiping away the tears. Smiling along with his thoughts, he felt relieved that your flame had not been diminished. “Of course I am, but you’re no different. Foolish for hating me till it makes you look ridiculously in love.”

“You should stop talking because you’re not making any sense like you always do.”

“Then silence me if you dare.”

The silence that followed rang sharply in your ears as your eyes locked and dropped to each other’s lips.

This time, you were aware of who had made the first move when your lips moulding against one another. Grinning into the kiss, this time you were able to bite his lower lip without feeling disgusted as it only deepened the kiss, causing him to groan from your actions. Turukáno’s hands cupped your cheeks and tilted your head higher to allow him to take over the kiss while your arms contently encircled his slender waist. There were a few blissful sighs and breaks to take in air as you lazily kissed in the open corridor, unconcerned by the possibility of being trespassed upon. Regardless, Turukáno had the decency to break away first with his soft turquoise eyes roaming your face, landing on your lips one last time before exhaling.

“Tell me,” he muttered affectionately. “Do you still hate me?”

“Irrevocably.”

“And do you hate me for getting us into this arrangement?” he asked again.

“No,” you gently murmured. “I can live with it.”

“Then that is enough for me.”

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Kagaya ng ibang mga kuwento, nagsimula ang lahat sa hindi ordinaryo. Nagsimula sa iyo, sa kanya, noong ilang dekada na ang nakakaraan.

Kung iisipin, halos lahat ng mga mito at alamat sa iba't-ibang panig ng mundo ay may pagkakapareho. Siguro dahil nasa iisang ninuno lang tayong pinagmulan. Siguro dahil may pagkakapareho tayo ng kalikasang nilakihan--iisang saribuhay na nagbibigay sa'tin ng kabuhayan.

Isa lang ang sigurado. Saanmang lupain o kailan mang panahon, hindi mawawala ang hidwaan sa sangkatauhan. Mga negatibong emosyon na nagbibigay buhay sa mga puwersa na akala natin ay guni-guni lang. Mga puwersa na nabubuhay sa galit, sakim, kurapsyon—mga sumpa.

Anong gagawin mo kung makita mo ang sarili mong magkaroon ng kakayahang kontrolin ang mga negatibong emosyon, hanggang sa makahulma ng puwersa—ng kapanyarihang kakaiba sa ordinaryo?

Bulong-bulungan sa bayan ang iyong kakayahan. Pinili mong manirahan sa pinakaliblib na lugar sa kabundukan upang lumayo sa mga tao, sa takot na baka makasakit ka nang hindi mo sinasadya.

Sabi nila, isa kang mangkukulam. Kaya mo raw kumontrol ng sumpa.

Ngunit ikaw nga ba ang kumokontrol ng sumpa o ang kinokontrol nito? Ikaw nga ba ang nagsusumpa, o ang isinumpa?

Mainit ang haplos ng sinag ng araw sa iyong pisngi. Parang mabigat na buhos ng ulan ang pagbagsak ng tubig mula sa malapit na talon. Nakaupo ka sa malaking bato sa gilid ng ilog, nagbababad sa init ng araw.

Payapa. Tahimik. Tanging huni lang ng mga ibon at wagaspas ng mga dahon ng mga puno't halaman. Parang ang hirap na ulit bumalik sa sibilisasyon kapag nasanay ka na sa sarili mong presensiya.

Kaya naman mabilis mong napansin ang isa pang presensiya mula sa kalapit na puno, nagtatago sa lilim nito.

Rinig mo ang yapak ng pares ng bakya, tunog ng kawayan sa bato. Magaan lang na parang dumaang hangin. Hindi mapapansin na may ibang presensiya kung hindi dahil sa anino na humarang sa sinag ng araw na binibiladan mo.

"Napakarami ko pang pinuntahang lugar, dito lang pala kita matatagpuan."

Ilang segundo ang lumipas bago mo maproseso ang sinabi niya. Ibang lengguwahe. Kung hindi dahil sa serye ng mga sumpang nakapinta sa hulma ng iyong mukha, hindi mauunawaan ng iyong isipan ang kanyang mga kataga.

Hindi ka gumalaw sa pwesto mo. Nakaharang pa rin siya sa araw. Dahan-dahan kang dumilat.

"Hindi ka tagarito."

"Marunong ka pala mag-Nihonggo? Pero hindi sabay sa hulma ng bibig mo ang—ah." May kislap sa mata ng nilalang na kaharap mo noong mapagtanto niya ang isinumpang teknik. "'Yun pala 'yon."

"Naliligaw ka ba?"

"Hindi mo 'ko kilala?" Noong hindi ka agad nakasagot, umupo ito upang maging kapantay ang iyong mga mata. Direkta ka niyang tinignan—na parang ngayon lang siya nakakita ng kagaya mo. "Hindi ka sisigaw? Hindi ka natatakot?"

Dalawang pares ng kamay at paa. Hugis at kurba ng isa pang bibig sa tiyan. Napansin mong nakatali ang manggas ng kasuotan nito sa kanyang bewang. Tumutulo ang pawis mula sa kanyang dibdib pababa sa tiyan, siguro dahil sa init ng araw. Hindi siguro siya sanay sa ganitong panahon.

Unang ramdam mo palang sa presensiya ng nilalang na ito, alam mo nang hindi ito ordinaryo. Makapanyarihan at mabigat sa pakiramdam. May halong amoy ng dugo at karahasan.

Hinahanap ka niya. Tinutugis ka niya. Sa anong dahilan, hindi mo alam. Sinabi niyang nanggaling siya sa iba't-ibang lugar para lang matunton ka.

Kung bababa ka ng bundok upang kumustahin ang mga munting mga tirahan doon, may madadatnan ka pa ba?

"Hindi ba dapat mas matakot ka dahil kailangan mo pang tumawid ng karagatan para makabalik sa teritoryo mo?" Wala siyang takas. Kung sinuman itong dayuhang nilalang na ito, wala siyang ibang matataguan kung gugustuhin mo siyang patayin.

"Nakakabagot."

"Nandito ka ba para patayin ako?"

Ngumisi siya. "At kung oo?"

Naramdaman muna ni Sukuna ang pagtaas ng temperatura. Pagpikit niya, nakabuwelo ka na ng puwesto. Nakaatras ang isang paa at may hawak na kampilan. Pagdilat niya, binati siya ng malakas na hanging nagdulot ng sandamakmak na hiwa sa kanyang balat.

Mabilis itong gumaling.

"Gusto mo palang makipaglaro." Ngumisi ang nilalang. "Pagbibigyan kita."

Hindi mo na maalala kung sino ang nanalo sa una niyong duwelo. Ang naaalala mo lang ay ang pagyanig ng lupa (nabawasan yata ng taas ang bundok matapos ang laban niyo) at ang pagbuhos ng ulan (nagkaroon ng epekto ang mga kapanyarihan niyo sa klima ng bundok).

Naaalala mong may talon malapit sa tirahan mo, pero ngayon naging tuwid na ilog nalang ito.

Napilitang umatras ang nilalang noong mapagtanto na hindi lang ikaw ang kalaban niya rito—pati ang mismong lupain kung saan ka ipinanganak. Kahit ang kalikasan ay nilalabanan siya. Ang hangin, lupa, halaman, mga puno, at kahit mga hayop—lahat ay kumokontra sa nilalang.

Pagbalik mo sa tirahan mo, isang munting bahay-kubo na ikaw lang ang nagtayo—halos manlumo ka noong makitang gumuho na ito. Inabot ulit ng isang linggo bago ka muling magkaroon ng bubong sa ulo.

Alam mo sa sarili mong babalik ang nilalang. Hindi mo lang alam kung kailan.

Hm, kung iisipin—hindi mo naitanong ang pangalan niya.

Bumaba ang mata mo sa iyong mga kamay. May gasgas ang daliri mo mula sa laban niyo. Ngayon ka nalang ulit nakaramdam ng ganitong kasabikan.

Minsan ka nalang makaramdam ng paglukso ng dugo sa isang laban. Madalas, ang mga pinapadalang tauhan para tumugis sa'yo ay masyadong mahihina, o masyadong ordinaryo. Kalupitan na kung papatulan mo pa sila.

Sa una niyong pagtatagpo, naglaban kayo sa puntong muntik niyo nang mapatay ang isa't-isa. Dumanak ang dugo. Nadurog na buto. Gumunaw na bundok. Dalawang makapanyarihang nilalang na may magkaibang pinagmulan.

Sa pangalawang pagkakataon, nagliyab ang lupa. Sinunog niya ang kagubatan mo—at kapalit, pinabagsak mo ang kalangitan sa kanya. Literal na nadaganan ang nilalang ng bigat ng mundo—hanggang sa mabaon sa lupa.

Oras ang lumipas bago niya muling mahukay ang sarili pabalik sa tuktok. Pagbalik niya, nandoon ka na at naghihintay. Nakaupo katabi ng ilog, nasa tabi ng hita ang kampilan, at may dalawang tasa ng tsaa.

Ibinigay mo ang pangalan mo at ibinigay niya ang kaniya.

Sukuna.

Sa puntong 'to, hindi na ito pagkakataon. Naging lima ang dalawa. Naging sampu. Hanggang sa hindi mo na binilang dahil parang wala na namang katapusan. Ganoon ba ka-nakakabagot sa lugar niya kaya lagi itong naghahanap ng pagkakainteresan?

"Hindi ka napapagod?" tanong mo matapos ang isa sa mga duwelo niyo. Nagsisimula nang gumaling ang mga sugat na iniwan niyo sa katawan ng isa't-isa.

Bilog ang buwan, nagkalat ang mga bituin sa karimlan na parang talsik ng pinta sa isang dibuho. Madilim sa bakuran ng iyong tirahan, tanging ang ningas lang sa lampara ang nagbibigay ng liwanag sa pagitan niyong dalawa ni Sukuna.

"Kaya kong gumalaw simbilis ng liwanag. Paano ako mapapagod?" Ngumiti si Sukuna. Matalas ang mga ngipin nito, parang kayang-kaya ngumuya ng sariwang laman. "Bakit? Ayaw mo na ba 'kong makita?"

"Sa bawat laban natin, laging nagkakaroon ng sakuna. Iniisip nila na ako ang may dahilan nito. Na sa sobrang galit at poot ko, isinumpa ko na ang buong lugar. Dumarami ang mga tumutugis sa'kin."

May kung ano sa mga mata ni Sukuna na hindi mo matukoy. Gaya ng nakita mo noong una mo siyang nakatagpo. Mabigat na presensiya at amoy ng dugo't karahasan.

Siguro sa liwanag lang ito ng lampara. Hindi mo ito pinansin.

"Dumarami na ang gustong pumatay sa'yo."

Tumawa ka. "Hindi ba't gano'n rin ang gusto mo?"

Nagulat ka noong bigla niyang inilapit ang mukha sa iyo.

"Hindi mo alam kung anong gusto ko."

Ramdam mo ang pagkabog sa iyong dibdib. Siguro matagal ka nang hindi nakakaranas ng presensiya ng ibang tao kaya kinakabahan ka. Kinakabahan ka ba talaga? Bakit parang ang sikip yata bigla ng puwang sa pagitan niyo? Bakit parang mas lalong lumalapit ang mukha niya sa'yo?

"Ano bang gusto mo, Sukuna?"

"Tama ka, nakakapagod nga." Nangunot ang noo mo sa biglang pagliko niya ng usapan. Bumaba ang mata ni Sukuna sa mukha mo, pababa papunta sa iyong kamay. Inilapit niya ang mga daliri niya sa iyo. Ramdam mo ang init at gaspang ng kanya sa iyong balat.

"Sumama ka sa'kin."

Nanlaki ang mata mo. Hindi mo inaasahan ang bigla niyang imbita. Nakatitig pa rin siya sa'yo, naghihintay ng iyong sagot. Pinagmamasdan ang pagtataka at kaguluhan sa iyong mukha. Ramdam mo pa rin ang haplos ng daliri niya sa kamay mo, nag-uudyok ng iyong sagot.

Sumama kay Sukuna?

"...Bakit?"

"Bakit hindi?" tugon niya. "Wala ka namang maiiwan dito. Mag-isa ka lang rito sa bundok maliban nalang sa mga bumibisita sa'yo para patayin ka—"

"Gaya mo?"

"—Iba 'yon. Iba ako. Masyado kang makapanyarihan para makulong sa ganitong lugar. May potensiyal ka."

"Potensiyal? Anong potensyal?"

"Wala ka bang ambisyon?" Umangat ang haplos ng daliri ni Sukuna papunta sa iyong braso. Hinawakan ng kabilang kamay mo ang kamay niya, ngunit hindi mo pinigilan ang mga haplos niya. "Dito ka nalang buong buhay mo? Nagtatanim ng kung ano-ano, nag-iikot-ikot sa gubat para mamitas ng prutas at gulay?"

Pinigilan mo ang paghaplos niya. "Hindi ko alam na ang baba pala ng tingin mo sa'kin."

"Kung mababa ang tingin ko sa'yo, hindi na kita pupuntahan rito linggo-linggo para lang makita ka."

"Kung sasama man ako sa'yo, anong naghihintay sa'kin doon?" Hindi mo mapigilang itanong. "Anong kailangan mo sa'kin, Sukuna?"

"Malakas ka. Malakas ako," sagot niya. "Kaya nating mapasakamay ang mundo."

Naalala mo ang itsura lagi ng lugar pagkatapos niyong maglaban ni Sukuna. Parang nagkaroon ng malalang sakuna. Laging may nasisira. Laging may nadudurog. Laging may nasusunog.

Ano kayang itsura ng mundo na ihuhulma niya?

Gaano katatag ang sikmura mo sa mundo ng karahasan at dugo?

Anong mangyayari kapag tumanggi ka?

Tinitigan mo si Sukuna. Mala-halimaw na anyo. Malakas. Makapanyarihan. Uhaw sa dugo at laging nakikipaglaban. Ngunit sa sandaling ito, payapa siya sa tabi mo. Nakatingin sa'yo na para kang mga bituin sa langit.

Inilapat mo ang palad mo sa magkabilang pisngi ni Sukuna. Nanlaki ang mata niya, hindi inaasahan ang biglang haplos ng iyong daliri sa kanyang mukha. Sa mga linyang nakapinta sa kanyang balat—sa pisngi, pababa sa labi.

Inilapit mo ang mukha mo sa kanya. Nakatitig siya sa'yo na parang hindi ka niya maalis sa paningin. Na parang ikaw ang nag-iisang tanawin na kaharap. Na parang kabigha-bighaning larawan.

Sa puntong 'to, alam na ni Sukuna na hindi ka niya papakawalan.

Ramdam ni Sukuna ang labi mo sa kanyang tenga.

At doon, ibinulong mo ang iyong sagot.

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Sugar Daddy | He Gives Me All His Money

Headcanon: Feanor, Curufin, Fingolfin, Turgon, Gil Galad, Glorfindel

A/N: A continuation of my modern AU series. Got a bit bored with doing the CEO AU for all the characters since it was repetitive. This is what happens when I get smacked all week by the NSFW stick and listened to Sugar Daddy by Herbie. These were super long, so more content to enjoy.

Warning: smut, mentions of breeding and impregnating

Feanor

↬ He’s stern like his son when it comes to the contract signed between you both and doesn’t like the idea of breaking it for anything. He understands that it’s his job to take care of you and provide all your wants and needs but he does demand things in return.

↬ Feanor isn’t going to outrightly tell you that he’s lonely and missing the comforts of his wife, but he’ll demand that you give him quality time. His best way of quality time is travelling around the world and going to events — being between the sheets and taking out his loneliness on you.

↬ Being the owner of the largest and most successful jewellery company, you are going to be decked out in the finest jewellery his company has to offer. Only the best for his baby girl/boy and he wants you in the finest wear as well.

↬ You have you own set of credits cards that always feel hot and heavy in your pockets. He does expect you to not worry about the price of things because he can afford.

↬ Not so serious about whether you’re doing well in your studies or job since in the beginning he’s focused on him. Later, as the relationship progresses, he will crack down on your achievements, wanting to know your area of expertise.

↬ Proud to show you off and does not hide the fact that he’s seeing someone new and younger. It’s his way of making it clear that despite having seven children, he can still perform and has what it takes to be an eligible bachelor again.

↬ Possessive and makes you wear necklaces and rings with his initials, furthermore, a big fan of PDA and will sneak into your changing room while the assistant is outside to fuck. Can, will and he did finger you at a family dinner while having a stare-down with his brother who knew what was taking place and was disgusted.

↬ The first time he took you to bed, he had you questioning if he was the age he carried and how could he still perform so well. Pillowtalks were always a challenge with Feanor because he’s Mr I Have Too Much Pride and ‘I Don’t Need To Talk About My Feelings, I’m Fine’.

↬ Another sugar daddy who obviously has a breeding kink and talks about there being room for more. If you have seven children, you don’t need more. Try telling that to him, it earned you being in bed for a whole day and calling in sick.

Curufin

↬ He’s very serious about the contract the both of you have signed when it comes to him being your sugar daddy. You give him good grades and passing, and he rewards you with all the splendid jewellery from his company and trips around the world.

↬ For him, the contract holds a lot of weight in the intimacy department, and he gives that when you perform well in your studies/work or when he’s in the mood.

↬ He’s not really one to look for a relationship while being your sugar daddy, it’s strictly business and intimate pleasure without the personal feelings, so don’t expect to have pillowtalks or personal conversations when he takes you out for dinner.

↬ Very private about his life, the most you got out from him is that he has six brothers and a son to his first and only wife. Made you understand why he was willing to be your sugar daddy — he was lonely and yearned for company but didn’t know how to outrightly say it.

↬ He loves to take you out on dinners though, mostly to show you off and grant you extravagant gifts before taking you back to his house and making your legs shake. You learned that despite his stoic and grumpy persona, he was well-performing in bed, and you didn’t have to question anything.

↬ Very dominant and would never allow you to take control EVER. He’s into pet play and does have a collar made for you whenever his baby acts out of turn. Can and he will drag you off in the middle of a dinner party to fuck you but doesn’t allow you to cum and then leaves you stuffed and unsatisfied for the rest of the night until you reach home.

↬ Love, love, love to spank you and loves to use you to take his frustration out on since he isn’t into pillow talk and whatnot.

↬ Loves to have you were his jewellery when he’s taking you. Most of the time, you’re completely decked out in diamonds, emeralds and rubies while he’s folding you into the bed. Curufin does love it when you give him blowjobs wearing just his jewellery.

↬ As much as he spoils you, he adores you when you return the favour and spoil him intimately. Dress in lingerie for him, let him have his way with you and give him that special comb blowjob, maybe you can call him ‘daddy’ and watch how he’ll rethink a few changes in his contact.

Fingolfin

↬ A sugar daddy who loves to spoil his baby with anything and everything. Whatever you what, Fingolfin will get it for you as long as you ace your studies or work. Show him that you are performing and meeting the grading requirements he demands, and he’ll give you a good time.

↬ Will either pick you up from work/school himself or will send his chauffeur to bring you over whenever he has something in-store. You do have your own car because it was one of the first gifts he gave you along with a new house to live in because he couldn’t stand to have live in the condition he met you.

↬ He once brought you a necklace that had his initials on it and wished for you to wear it at a dinner party so everyone can see that you were his. Yes, he is possessive but not overly.

↬ Despite having four children, Fingolfin has the stamina of a bull and doesn’t let his age be a reason why he can’t perform in bed. Every session blows your mind (and back), and one round is never enough. Those sessions escalate whenever ‘daddy’ slips from your lips while he’s folding you into the bed like some wild animal.

↬ Very fond of having you on the receiving end of the pleasure but does not reject the offers to receive pleasure from you. Fingolfin adores it when you stop by and visit him in his office to give him a ‘surprise’. No shame in taking you to the couch or desk when he has a meeting in five minutes.

↬ The type to sit back in his chair with his first two buttons undone, whiskey in hand with sleeves rolled up as he watches you dance for him in the pretty lingerie he insists on you wearing tonight.

↬ When he’s in the mood, his ‘daddy kink’ flares up and causes him to fuck you like no tomorrow. He has an impregnation kink duh.

↬ He isn’t private nor open about his life, but somewhere in between. You learnt a bit about his family and his children, but that’s all he’ll ever let you know. He prefers to learn all he can about you from your childhood to your ambitions, and Fingolfin is extremely supportive of your aspirations.

↬ Dinners, trips, gifts, lingerie, fancy designer clothes and tuition paid are a part of his contract. He’s mostly a sugar daddy for the company because he gets quite lonely, so he does make moves to transition into a relationship if you are willing to go there.

↬ If you are a student, Fingolfin is highly intelligent, so he loves to help you study using very effective methods. Whenever you ace your revisions with him, rewards you with a nice long orgasmic fuck and when you get something wrong…well punishment is in store.

Turgon

He’s a cautious sugar daddy that sticks to the contract between you two. He isn’t looking for a relationship or anything, however, he does enjoy your presence and the company you give. Very academic, so expect some conversations in that area.

↬ Not overly fond of PDA but doesn’t mind holding your hand in public and having his arm around your waist when he takes you to dinner or any charity events. If he drank (not drunk, he’s sober), it loosens him up a teensy weensy little bit and the most he’ll do is give you a small kiss on your cheeks.

↬ Like everyone else, you bring in good grades and behaviour, he’ll reward you with gifts, trips, dinners and other materialistic items. It takes a long while for him to warm up to the idea of sharing himself intimately with you.

↬ It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep with you, he does but a bit skittish with asking you to lie with him. The most he’d gravitate towards doing his sharing some steamy kisses.

↬ When he does, it’s a private matter. Behind closed doors and always executed in his home. Turgon would admit that he was afraid of being vulnerable when he grew to be intimate with you, but he learned that there was nothing to fear. The most being intimate with you did was remove any awkwardness between you both.

↬ Loves pillow talks and takes the moment to slowly let you know little tidbits about himself. Never thought that he’d enjoy sleeping with someone since his marriage ended with his wife years ago, and it revived his sex-sleeping drive.

↬ If you ever visit him while he’s working, the most he’ll let you do is give him a blowjob under the table. Despite being more open with your sex lives, he’s still private with the affections.

↬ He may not look like the type, but he's a gym buddy with a beautiful body and loves when you visit him during his workout session. He was the last person you would ever suspect hitting the gym.

↬ He’s the last one out of all the others to develop a breeding kink after seeing how pretty you look stuffed with his cum.

↬ Another person who loves to have you decked out in the finest wear and jewellery when he’s taking you. The sight of you looking so well-taken care of spurs him into overdrive. The urge to suddenly bask you in ultimate pleasure takes over and leads him into spending hours between the sheets.

↬ A big fan of bathtub sex, especially when there’s a romantic setting – flowers, candles, lighting, wine/champagne.

↬ As much as he attempts to repress his desire to sleep with you, he’s pleased when you don’t push him away and equally return the pleasure. He’s not entirely sure if he wants the relationship between you two to go any further but he knows that he’s enjoying the renewed contract between you two.

Gil Galad

↬ He’s a very fun-loving and enthusiastic sugar daddy who loves to spoil you whether you do a good job at your studies or not, but he prefers if you do. Gil Galad is more of a sugar daddy for the sake of looking for a relationship because he’s tired of being lonely.

↬ So as much as he’s spoiling you with all the jewellery and expensive trips around the world, he’s craving the personal intimacy of just spending time with you. He treats every moment with you as if you’re together officially and he hopes that one day you can see that.

↬ Gil Galad wants to hear all about your accomplishments and aspirations so he could push you to the limit and assist you with getting there. He doesn’t care how expensive the end result is, he’ll blow his bank account on you (he loves you).

↬ He really isn’t fond of using sex to get closer to you like other sugar daddies. Wait, let me explain — does he want to sleep with you, yes he does. But is it of great importance to him — not really on his list of priorities. So, he rather hear you confess your feelings to him and want to make the relationship intimate.

↬ When that happens he wouldn’t immediately jump into sleeping with you, by taking the opportunity to change the way he spoils you.

↬ A lot more affectionate, so more hand holding and kissing on the cheek or if you’re bold, he’ll pull you in for some hot kisses in public. He doesn’t mind PDA at all. A hand is always around your waist or shoulder, and he has the habit of playing with your bracelets and then giving them a kiss (slightly possessive).

↬ He is the type to rent out an entire boutique and then join you in the changing room for a quickie while you’re dressed and not caring about if the clothes you’re wearing get soiled. “I could buy this store and everything in it if you’re so worried about your clothes getting ruined, now do be a good girl/boy for me.”

↬ When Gil Galad does decide to be sexually intimate with you, hang on for a ride because he’s romantic and passionate at the same time. Call him ‘daddy’ like all the others and watch as he turns into a beast. He loves when you wear his shirt with his favourite lingerie underneath; it helps him to make you cripple.

↬ His sex drive is high since he’s repressed it for a long only wanting to sleep with you when things escalated and became meaningful. So, he’s tearing those sheets up when he finally has you. Be a good girl/boy for him and he’ll shower you with long orgasmic pleasure. Gil is a firm believer of whatever you give to him must be returned.

Glorfindel

↬ Glorfindel is your sugar daddy because he likes you and wants to impress you, and to him, it’s the only way to get closer to you. He does this by showing off his considerable wealth by buying you all the pretty things in life. Anything his baby wants his baby gets.

↬ He is keen on taking you to bed, but he wants to wait for you to give him the okay go. Aside from that, Glorfindel is fine with just taking care of you with the materialistic things in life. Buying you a pretty gown, taking you on trips to the Tropics, jewellery and funding all your tuitions or jobs. You need a new car? You got it. You need a house? Glorfindel might insist on you staying with him, but he’ll get you a house.

↬ Smooth and flirtatious daddy, who does not hesitate to flirt with you any chance he gets. Takes you to expensive dinners and rents out the entire restaurant so you two have privacy.

↬ Flowers every day are sent to you with a message attached and there are times he’d drop by to bring them and then take you to work. And then spends the entire ride sitting in his lap being fingered and him making some comment about how good girls get treated well.

↬ Glorfindel is a sweetheart but a meanie in bed and loves to make his baby girl/boy a teary, weeping mess, because if you’re not crying then he isn’t fucking you right. He wants you either in lingerie or nothing at all because either way, it’s coming off before the night is over. Has a thing for making you tell him what you want with specific detailing.

↬ Loves when you give him a little performance to show him how much you crave him and please, crawl over to him on your knees while he sits in his chair shirtless and in sweatpants. Glorfindel is a pretty boy, and he does love his praises, so give them to him while you beg him to fuck you.

↬ Leaves hickeys in obvious places for the world to see as he shows you off on his arms at an event. Then he drags you off mid-event to fuck in the luxury bathroom because he can’t stop admiring you and your fine ass. The sucker was dirty talking in your ear about all the things he wanted to do to you and turned himself on.

↬ Wants you in lace and satin lingerie and wearing his shirt while walking around his complex. He does enjoy doing little domestic things like cooking with you only to bed you over the countertop minutes later talking about how he prefers another type of meal.

↬ He is a young sugar daddy compared to the others so he is wholeheartedly jubilant and excited about everything you do and says — he worships the ground you walk on. Glorfindel also doesn’t mind settling down with you because he does like you.

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