#yandere maglor

[lamemaster]

Yandere the Silmarillion Elves

Request: Hello! May I request yandere headcanons for Maeglin and Maglor (separately), perhaps with a human reader? Also, I really love your blog you write incredible stories :))

Pairings: Maeglin x human reader & Maglor x human reader

Genre: Dark themes. Maeglin's is gorey >"<

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoy writing dark themes and this definitely was my cup of tea. I hope you like it.

Next up- Finrod x Valyrian! Reader Fall trope event list

Maeglin- (yandere reader)

A mangled mess of limbs was how you found him, withering beneath the ruins of the fallen city.

Somehow, against all odds, he lived. An amalgamation of mass bound to a body. Condemned to survive in a body tortured by death’s refusal to grant him peace.

He had endured this state for nearly a year, trapped between life and death, as if the world itself were determined to deny him release.

And then, there was you. As a wandering bandit, the sight of Gondolin’s ruins had seemed a fortune, a treasure mine promising riches to last a lifetime.

Yet amid the remnants of shattered stone and splintered wooden furniture, there he lay—the last survivor of the city’s fall. The one who instigated it all.

The incestuous bastard who, miraculously, had survived it. Every elven bards’ latest villain, the one sung of in recent ballads with curses on their lips.

You lifted the broken elf, cradling his twisted form—if his position could even be called that. His eyes, devoid of lids, remained fixed on you, unblinking, raw from months of crying out for help that never came. Gods, even now, he was beautiful.

Thus began your labor. Five days passed as you set bones that had grown crooked with time, wrapped him in scraps of cloth salvaged from the ruins, and nursed him with poppy milk poured into his helpless lips. With his face streaked by dried tears, he grew drowsy, finally slipping into fevered dreams.

As he lay shivering in your arms, lost in visions of a life that had abandoned him, you brushed your hand over his unmarred skin, tracing the contours of his trembling eyelids.

You murmured softly, your voice a mix of promise and threat “I would never let anyone hurt you. They’d have to get through me first... and believe me, they wouldn’t make it.” As if your reassurance could pull him back from his dreams of the past life without you.

Here, in the grave of his past, he was yours. No one would come for the one even death had forsaken. He was yours alone, bound by fate’s cruelty and your own claim upon him.

Cupping his damp cheek, you grinned, a glint of madness in your eyes. “My darling incestuous bastard,” you whispered, a low cackle slipping from your lips.

Maglor- (yandere character)

Maglor would follow you into death. Not even Eru Himself could hope to take you from him. No one would ever take what was his, not again.

The wedding was swift. In fact, the secondborn Fëanorian had insisted upon it within weeks of meeting you, brushing aside your hesitations with fervent kisses.

Your concerns about the doom of mortality were hushed in whispers and promises; if death was a gift granted to Men, then Maglor would seize it back from its giver. His breaths would ebb and flow with yours. Nothing could alter that.

It was all he could do now. Time had sharpened his resolve, even blunted the burns of the Silmaril, leaving behind only faint scars.

He had glamoured away his past, letting his skin heal so he could become the perfect lover for you, forsaking his true name for a new one.

Peldis, he called himself. A mountain elf from distant valleys. By sheer luck, you hadn’t noticed the faint scent of brine lingering about him, nor the care he took in combing his tangled hair until it shone.

You hadn’t glimpsed the quiet ferocity with which he shed his former self to stand before you, a stranger made whole in the reflection of your wants.

It had been one fateful night, when the ache of the Silmaril consumed him, that he’d first seen you.

Or rather, he’d caught sight of you wading in moonlit waters, bare as the light itself, utterly unguarded. He hadn’t looked away. The years had been long, and the Fëanorian had been starved.

The vision of silvery moonlight tracing your body had entranced him, struck him with a longing sharper than any oath. 

You were it, he thought. The Silmaril reborn. Perhaps even better than any of his father’s works. You were more than a cursed jewel.

Like a viper shedding its skin, Maglor transformed himself into Peldis. A convenient presence in your village, a simple trader of carved wooden combs.

It had not taken him long to notice the way your own hair flowed down your back like silk, and he knew, watching you, that you would come to him.

From offering a delicate comb for your hair to placing the ring upon your finger, Maglor had orchestrated each moment, each touch.

The songs of your fairytale romance made it easy to draw you into his arms, into the warmth of your bed, far from prying eyes and whispers.

And there, as he held you close, his touch guiding you deeper into his embrace, he tugged your soul into a quiet submission, bending your will and your mind to his desire.

Maglor knew what was best for you. And in this life, that place was here, wrapped in his arms, your heart tethered to his.

Even in the harmony of the Timeless Halls, yours would be the song he would compose. His muse. His beloved. You were his, now and forever.

[doodle-pops]

Thoughts on yandare maglor? I feel he would be the delusional type what do you think?

CW: yandere content ahead, mention of manipulation

I don't really have thoughts on him as a yandere, as I prefer to focus on him being a manipulative/cunning person without the yandere themes. However, I can say Maglor would be the needy and desperate type of yandere. The type that requires you to be around him otherwise he can't function properly or he wouldn't be himself. Reader is his anchor for maintaining stability especially in the times of the oath when he's going through his inner turmoil and guilt.

[a-funny-little-sunflower]

Human Tradition, 21 years old version

This is a small fic headcanon series that I run. The premises is this, the Yandere elves have rampant breeding kinks and are desperate to take them out on the dear reader, so in desperation to avoid this, our lovely Y/N came out with a bold-faced lie about having to wait until they turn 21 years old for them to fertile enough to bear a child.

This lead to the headcanons that you will see throughout, I hope you enjoy them!

How Feanor and Fingolfin act towards the lead up to the Human Tradition 21-year-old version.

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  queue name: gardening in the shire

𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ maglor, celegorm, caranthir

they realise you want to ride their face | smut

maglor, celegorm, caranthir 

they find their modern s/o writes about them | includes smut

thranduil, legolas, melkor | morgoth, mairon | sauron

how they react to their lover betraying them

melkor | morgoth, mairon | sauron

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ aragorn, caranthir, celegorm, curufin, faramir, fëanor, finrod, legolas, maedhros, maglor, mairon | sauron, manwë | súlimo, melkor | morgoth, orodreth, thingol, thranduil

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  aragorn

stolen glances to rings | smut

over rivendell’s valley

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  caranthir

I like how responsive you are | suggestive

I love the way you look when I’m inside | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  celegorm

the proprieties of courtship | smut

I’d rather die than marry you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ curufin

wedding night | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  faramir

more pleasant to meet over tea

you’re asking me to commit treason

I don’t want anyone else | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  fëanor

do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you | smut

to tease a Fëanorian | smut

my jewel, my heart | lunar raffle

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ finrod

there is richest juice in poison-flowers 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ haleth

where the world slows down | ko-fi reward, smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  legolas

cuddling on a rainy day

tall for a dwarf | dwarf/elf reader

away from the court

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maedhros

make it fit | smut

insecurites | poc! reader, headcanons/drabble, hurt/comfort

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  maglor

keep your eyes open, look at me, baby | smut

a sweet, kind human s/o | headcanons

harp strings

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  mairon | sauron

eyeliner and tears | smut

I was sort’ve hoping you needed me. Is that selfish?

the lieutenant has a soft spot | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  manwë | súlimo

I’ve got you | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  melkor | morgoth

dragon’s blood | smut

courtesan’s cultivation | smut

jealousy | smut

better than fretting | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ orodreth

cursed queen | yandere! orodreth

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  thingol

winter arrangements | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  thranduil

soft headcanons

the King’s bath chambers | smut

jealous! Thranduil | headcanons/drabble

allow me to rectify my mistake

nightmares

sweeter than poetry | modern-ish! au, smut

nobles are a trial

does it make you nervous when I stare? | smut

a scholar in the royal library | smut

peonies

Thranduil with an s/o with tan skin/dark hair | headcanons

pain relief | smut

golden morning | smut

this body I love so dearly | smut

parent-teacher conference | teacher! reader, modern au

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 / 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

✧ 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

a semi-modern au where you, Legolas’ friend, fall for his father ft. the prologue Sweeter Than Poetry

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

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[jetiisyandereclones]

Hey, it's me, can I have some more Adar/Maglor or Yandere!Adar pls 🥹

Love your writing

Thanks!

More adar content is definitely in the books as hes my current hyperfixation.

[lamemaster]

Beyond Reason

Request: @liar-anubiass-blog Can I request some Glorfindel? Period, with a happy ending. I just want to hug this Lord so tightly🤗 "The reader is from a super closed people (like Martin's Valyrians). But she somehow meets Glorfindel and they fall in love. But this is completely unacceptable for her family, so much so that they would rather kill her than allow her to mix blood with a stranger. After learning about this and after attempts at negotiation, the elf helps her escape (the reader helps and completely agrees). And so Glorfindel, one evening after the wedding, worries that because of him, the reader is cursed by his own people and family.

Genre: fluff

Summary: Loving the Lord of the Golden Flower was a act beyond reason.

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I loved coming up with the reader's backstory. That said, I did make some changes to the story, but hopefully you like it!

Next up- Yandere Maglor/Maeglin x Reader Fall trope event list

Of all Middle-earth’s secrets, the Thilnar remain the most elusive to both the short-lived Secondborn and even the immortal Firstborn of Ilúvatar.

In days long past, before the Quendi ventured west to the Undying Lands, five great Elven clans shaped their histories: the Noldor, Sindar, Vanyar, Teleri, and the hidden Thilnar.

Unlike their kin, the Thilnar were known as masters of the mind. Skilled in enchantments and illusion, they alone escaped the clutches of Melkor, concealing themselves beneath his gaze in the vast, shadowed plains of Rhûn. They were the unheard note of Ilúvatar’s song, a secret strength hidden even from the Valar.

The Thilnar bore the beauty of the Firstborn, yet with bodies hardened by labor and hair like fire, a fierce, unearthly red.

Among their number, Mahtan and his brood were most renowned, clever enough to blend in among the Noldor, disappearing into legends that shielded their clan’s existence.

It was perhaps this connection to distant kin that led the eldest Fëanorian to seek his mother Nerdanel’s clan. And there, amid a colony of redheads so like himself, he found a piece of himself he’d long forgotten. A jarring sight even for him.

“Oldon, what do you have for me?” you ask, stroking your eagle’s soft feathers. He shifts on his perch, his talons clicking against your arm, but his claws are empty.

No letter. Again.

It’s the second month without a response from Glorfindel, much to your irritation. Huffing, you bury your frustration by coddling Oldon, who, unlike a certain someone has at least not forgotten you.

Your meeting with the Balrog Slayer had been an unexpected affair, a result of an errand the elders had entrusted to you.

It began with a letter from Rivendell’s Lord Elrond the Peredhel, whom your cousin Maedhros had once, rather broadly put, “fostered.”

The letter was abrupt, a somber summons. Armed with a small fortune in protective amulets, you had set off westward to check on distant kin.

But what awaited you was hardly a simple family visit. Instead, you found your nephew a wraith-like Maglor, mind shattered, wandering as if Ilúvatar himself had abandoned him. The amulets did their work, silencing his pained wailing, much to Rivendell’s collective relief, Elrond included.

You were halfway through securing your maddened nephew to your saddle when he twisted with surprising strength and bit another horse’s ear, sparking mayhem in the stables.

“What the fuck, Maglor?” you yelled, shoving a scroll between his teeth to muffle his groans of “Maedhros,” as his grimy hands tangled in your hair.

Distant kin, you mused bitterly, were an absolute nightmare.

That’s when you met him—Glorfindel, the fabled Balrog Slayer, storming towards you with the wrath of an oncoming tempest. “Have you no sense?” he thundered, moving to calm the distressed horse with one hand, his gaze burning with barely-contained fury.

He was… huge. Towering and golden, every inch of him exuding a presence that seemed to fill the stables, leaving barely any space for anyone else. Had he consumed the Balrog to achieve such a size? Or was this simply the nature of Western Elves?

You found yourself staring longer than polite, only to snap back to reality as you glared at Maglor, silently cursing him for sabotaging the grand first impression you’d hoped to make.

“It wasn’t me,” you muttered, gesturing toward Maglor, now conveniently gagged with the scroll and feigning innocence.

Glorfindel cast you a quizzical, unimpressed look, his arms crossed, brow arched.

So much for a romantic first meeting.

“Where the hell have you been?” you demand now, gripping his collar and pulling him toward you. Glorfindel stumbles slightly, his composure slipping under the unexpected intensity.

“I thought you’d died once again or something,” you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks as frustration and embarrassment mix, a maddening hindrance to your carefully held anger.

By Eru’s grace, you’d found the perfect excuse to venture to the Valley of Imladris, claiming you were merely escorting Maglor to visit his foster son.

After successfully entrusting a much more manageable Maglor to Elrond’s care, you wasted no time tracking down your elusive lover the golden-haired lord now looking at you with a sheepish, almost boyish expression, a soft hiccup escaping him in a nervous tick you’d come to know well.

"I... forgive me," he stammers, his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found. His voice catches as he shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet your eyes. He looks down, studying his own hands as if seeking some answer there. "I was being an idiot."

You cross your arms, though your heart aches to close the space between you. "What’s brewing in that stubborn mind of yours, Glorfindel? Just tell me." You take his hands, feeling the weight of them in your grasp.

Despite everything, you feel giddy, like an elfling beneath the open sky. Being with him did it to you.

He hesitates, then speaks, his voice barely audible over the steady rush of Rivendell’s river. “The Thilnar don’t… they don’t marry outside their clan, do they?” He glances up briefly, his bright eyes veiled in pain.

“Elrond told me… about excommunication, about the abandonment of kin,” he continues, his voice breaking. “How they erase you strip away your name, your home, your family…”

He pauses, struggling for words, his lips trembling. "I can’t do that to you,” he whispers, voice choked with unshed tears. "How could I knowing, I would be the one to take you from them? You would lose so much to be with me. Your people, your birthright everything you’ve known and loved, everything that shaped you." He bites down on the words, as if they burn, his gaze dropping back to the ground.

He pulls one hand free to swipe roughly at his eyes, the Balrog Slayer reduced to a vulnerable figure standing before you, every layer of armor stripped away. "I would never forgive myself if I caused that pain." He lets out a tremulous breath, and his voice is softer, raw, almost pleading. "But I can’t stop wanting this. Wanting… you."

It wasn’t an unfounded fear. Mahtan himself had faced it when he wed a Noldor. Others had been scrubbed from the clan scrolls, their names erased, exiled from history.

The Thilnar bound themselves closely to their own, and to step beyond those bonds meant forfeiting all ties to kin and clan.

The thought had crossed your mind, too. You loved your people, their ageless ways, their wisdom, their tradition. The surviving Thilnar were older than the decaying ruins of Utumno itself, and you bore the weight of their history with pride.

But truthfully, all the glory and mystery of the Thilnar paled beside the Lord of the Golden Flower.

If the choice was between eternity with your clan or with Glorfindel, you knew without question where your heart lay.

Years spent studying amulets and spells had taught you many things, yet no magic or incantation could sway the heart’s will. Cupping Glorfindel’s reddened face, you wipe away the tears from his cheeks, which are now flushed in embarrassment.

“I chose you long ago, you beautiful fool,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly as laughter and warmth slip into the words.

You watch hope flicker to life in his eyes, and the sight stirs something deep within you.“It was always you. Beyond the Thilnar, beyond the Sun and Moon, beyond any reason or tradition that dared to stand in my way.”

You pause, letting your thumb brush over his cheek, grounding yourself in the quiet strength of his presence. “Even if it meant leaving behind every part of my past... my choice would never change. You are where I belong.”

A tremor runs through you as the confession spills out, unguarded and fiercely true. “There is nothing I would not give up to be with you, Glorfindel. Not my clan, not my name, not even the home I once thought was everything. You are my home now. And I would choose you, again and again, across every life and every star.”

Not the first confession, nor the last, but perhaps the truest.

Like a blooming sunflower drawn irresistibly toward the Sun, Glorfindel pulls you into a kiss, his touch warm, golden, as though catching fire from within.

Of your kin, at least, you still possessed the ones who were beautifully, gloriously doomed. Though whether Maglor could bless a marriage was doubtful; he’d sooner curse it by proximity alone.

[a-funny-little-sunflower]

The Cottage in the Storm [Part 2]

This series could not have been possible if it weren’t for my lovely petal, @inserttrendymeme. Their ideas are what made it possible!! It was a joint effort!!

Summary

The fic describes an intimate encounter between the reader and Maedhros from a fantasy setting. It explores themes of desire, passion, and a surprise interruption by the Ambarussa. The scene unfolds with explicit details, capturing the intense emotions and actions between the characters. The narrative concludes with a tender moment of cuddling between Maedhros and the reader.

Trigger Warning List

Smut,

Explicit descriptions of sexual acts,

Domination,

Choking,

Explicit language,

Elements of power dynamics.

A surprise interruption that may be unexpected for some readers.

This Fic Includes the Following Kinks

Heat/Rut Dynamics: Involving the reader experiencing heat, a biological mating cycle.

Masturbation: The reader engages in self-pleasure.

Straddling: The reader takes an active role by straddling Maedhros.

Power Dynamics: Maedhros takes a dominant role, demonstrating control.

Breath Play: Maedhros gently squeezes the reader's neck.

Oral Sex: Maedhros uses his fingers and tongue for stimulation.

Interruption: The Ambarussa interrupt an intimate moment.

Size Difference: Maedhros is larger, creating a physical contrast.

Penetration: Detailed descriptions of penetration and its impact.

Hair Pulling: Maedhros tugs on the reader's hair during intimacy.

Pregnancy Fetish: Reference to wanting to get the reader pregnant.

Cuddling/Aftercare: The fic concludes with a tender moment of cuddling.

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You woke up to the feeling of Maedhros’ arms wrapped protectively against your frame, and although your mind was still blurry from sleep, you knew that you desperately needed relief from your heat.

You turned around to look at the tall elf and were met with his sleeping form, and because he was resting on his back, you could see his chest rising and falling at a relaxed rate. You stared at him for a moment, taking in his peaceful appearance before you heat insisted that you get on with taking your pleasure into your own hands.

As quietly as you could, you moved out of Maedhros’ embrace and instead decided to straddle him. You didn’t dare move at first, not wanting to wake him, but eventually, you couldn’t stop yourself from starting to grind down on him.

As soon as you started, whimpers and quiet moans began escaping you, no matter how quiet you tried to be, you were so relieved to have the pleasure that you so desperately needed, that you didn’t even notice when Maedhros opened his eyes.

But you definitely noticed when he lunged upwards and threw you onto your back, pinning your hands above your head as he did so.

His steel-grey eyes seemed to be glowing with lust, and it looked like he was having to restrain himself from immediately slamming into you.

“My starlight was so desperate for pleasure, that she couldn’t wait until I woke up? She just had to rub herself all over me before I even got the chance to open my eyes, is that it?”

His tone was dangerous, and he was baiting you to say something, but you could find no words, you were only able to writhe beneath him, desperate to touch him. But it seemed that you writhing somewhat frustrated Maedhros because he was quick to grab you by the neck and gently squeeze it.

A warning to behave.

With his silent order understood, Maedhros decided to travel lower, and he kept intense eye contact with you as he took your right leg and placed it over his shoulder. His gaze was finally broken when he took eyes of you in favour of giving all his attention to your clit.

He gently pressed two of his fingers against it and began to slowly rub it in circles, as if he were testing your reactions. You tried to hold in some of your whimpering cries but that didn’t last long, you let a loud moan as Maedhros inserted those same two fingers into your wet pussy and quickly began thrusting them in and out at a merciless pace.

You start whining his name and moving your hips around in a desperate attempt to gain more pleasure. Soon, his tongue against your clit is added to your stimulation and you are so close to your peak when Maedhros suddenly stops and starts growling at the entrance to your nest.

Even though your heat has left you weak, you find the strength to turn your head and look at whatever Maedhros was growling at so ferociously, and to your shock, you were met with the rather flustered faces of the Ambarussa.

“Ummm…. We can explain –” Amrod began but he didn’t have much of a chance because Maedhros lunged towards the pair and attempted to grab them. Lucky for them, they just barely managed to escape his grasp.

Maedhros let out an annoyed sigh before returning to you and apologizing. “I’m so sorry for their manner’s starlight, it’s their first-time experience an omega’s heat in such closeness.”

You smiled up at him and gently rubbed his cheek in an attempt to comfort him, “It’s alright darling, I don’t think they could help themselves, they're so young after all.” They earned a soft laugh from him, and he kissed you softly for a moment, but it wasn’t long before it grew more intense.

Maedhros freed himself from his undergarments and lined himself up with your soaking centre. He slowly starts easing himself inside you, very aware of how small you are compared to him.

He tried his best to get as much of himself inside you as he could but to his shock and somewhat twisted amusement, he was only able to fit half of himself inside your tight little cunt. What turned him on the most, however, was how he could the outline of his dick on your stomach as he started to thrust inside of you.

He intertwined your hands and pinned them above your head as he began to slam into you at full force, showing not a once of mercy. His voice was deep, and his moans were toe-curling and it had you screaming and moaning in minutes.

“Ahh! That’s it starlight, you take me so well!” Maedhros moaned as he ploughed into you. You let out a string of moans at his words as a wave of pleasure hit you. “Maedhros, please! I wanna cum!”

Maedhros brought two of his fingers to your lips and you eagerly began sucking on them, swirling your tongue around them and moaning. Maedhros let out a loud moan at the sight and praised your eagerness. “That’s a good girl starlight.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cried out, and at a particular rough thrust, you moaned loudly and came around him. Maedhros gave a sadistic grin as you rode out the waves off your orgasm.

Maedhros leaned down a bit and wrapped his hand around your throat “Did you enjoy that my starlight?”

You let out a little whimper in response. “Uh-huh, please, harder Maedhros.” Maedhros squeezed your throat a little bit tighter, and he brought his hand up behind your head and he started to thrust faster and faster, all the while he was grunting into your ear.

Maedhros let out a growl as he felt his orgasm growing and he began to chase it. You gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you “Please Maedhros, cum in me, fill me up.” You pleaded in his ear.

“Wanna get you pregnant” he grunted, his hand gripping your locks and as he came inside of your swollen cunt, he tugged roughly on your hair. “Oh, so good starlight. You did so well” Maedhros laid still above you for a moment as he caught his breath, before deciding to instead lay beside you and cuddle into you as you both drifted off into sleep.

[a-funny-little-sunflower]

How would the feanorians react to lady Dimitrescu especially Meadhros?

Sorry that this took so long, I've been incredibly busy!! I am doing my best to get through the requests!

How would Yandere Maglor and Yandere Maedhros react to lady Dimitrescu?

Maedhros

Maedhros first met Lady Dimitrescu through his beloved. You mentioned that you had a dear friend that you wanted Maedhros to meet, and at first, he was overwhelmed by jealousy. You spoke about this ‘friend’ so highly, and so he decided to go and meet this them, with the intent to intimidate them. You can imagine his surprise when he laid eyes on Lady Alcina and saw that she towered over him.

And as much as you tried to convince him that she wasn’t a threat, he wouldn’t buy it. Not only was she a threat because of her beautiful appearance, but she was also a dangerous opponent due to the large blade-like claws she wielded with frightening effect.

Needless to say, Maedhros doesn’t want Lady Dimitrescu anywhere near you.

Maglor

Maglor’s first meeting with Lady Dimitrescu was when she wrote to him and asked for him to compose a sweet melody for her daughter’s birthday. Her name was …Cassandra…if he wasn’t mistaken. But that was many years ago, and when you mentioned her name, needless to say, Maglor’s curiosity was peaked.

Lady Dimitrescu invited you and Maglor to the castle for your birthday, and you were unbelievably excited. It had been many years since you’d last seen her, and when you two embraced, Maglor couldn’t deny the wave of jealousy that washed over him when he saw how happy you were to be held by Lady Dimitrescu…

He may have to keep a closer eye on this relationship of yours…

[a-funny-little-sunflower]

Would seduction work on Yandere Maglor?

Maglor is a very observant elf, so you would have to be careful to seem genuine in your advances towards him, but if you sing him a love balled when your both alone and start giving him soft kisses, he’ll relax into your touch, and it will make his heart flutter. His touches will be gentle and lingering, and his kisses soft, but still filled with utter love and adoration.

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Would Yandere Maglor be nicer to his s/o than Maedhros?

Maglor takes after his kind mother the most, and he hasn't suffered the torture Maedhros has, so he would be more considerate and trusting of his beloved than Maedhros would be. He would still look out for you, but he knows that you could handle yourself. However, he’s still a Feanorian, so if any of your male ‘friends’ ever tried to force themselves on you, he would beat them to death with his harp.

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Yandere Elves stuck in Mandos Au Part 1

In this Au, our lovely Yandere Elves are now in Mandos domain, some are there for longer than others but the thing to remember is that they are currently unable to leave, but it is possible to break out, but keep in mind that this is an incredibly difficult feat. So, unless they manage to escape, they are unable to see their darling, and because these elves are Yandere’s, this face upsets them incredibly.

The elves that are currently being kept in Mandos is Feanor, Fingolfin, Celegorm, Fingon, Glorfindel, Finwe, Maedhros, Maglor and many more! Requests are open for more elves so don’t be afraid to ask! They don’t even have to be canonically in Mandos.

So, because of this, misbehaviour in Mandos began to run rampant and arguments, as well as physical fighting, broke out easily.

Now, Mandos decided that he needed to find a way to stop this, so he set up a reward system to keep the elves in check. One of the first few things put in place was the production of pictures in the likeness of the elves s/o. The reward system was simple, if you behave well, you get pictures of your s/o.

The pictures quickly became a hot commodity in Mandos. Can't see your darling? Pull out that photo and try not to get anything on it.

However, some of the elves decided that a simple picture of their s/o was much too common of a thing to have, and the more elite elvish residence of Mandos decided to commission portraits of their s/o. That way, they could have control over what position their s/o was in or what level of clothing they were in.

However, not everyone can afford such high price portraits and so Mandos decided that he would start offering a catalogue of care packages! These care packages can vary but the cheapest one usually consists of a small magazine similar to a playboy one, except, it’s all hand-painted pictures of the s/o.

As well as that they usually have a recording of the s/o’s voice, a fleshlight, a plant that allows the owner to have more realistic and lifelike dreams of their s/o and an article of clothing belonging to their s/o. The more expensive the care package is, the more things are included.

When it comes to the making of said portraits, no one wants to be the painter for Feanor's s/o. He's already got a critical eye before Yandereness. Can you imagine if you mess up her face or something like that? If you mess up a single feature of his beloved, he's gonna mess up your entire bodily anatomy.

However, Mandos sees the potential to expand the lines of communication once more. Mandos has recently installed a Palantir so that the Elves can communicate with their s/o’s. Some of the families even have Palantir in their quarters.

Palantir’s are used for facetime or sending messages to s/o. The Palantir glows in preparation for an incoming message, and it’s even possible to send ‘gifts’ or audios with the Palantir. However, there aren’t enough Palantir’s for everybody. They are normally used by the elite, like princes or elven lords. But Mandos has to decide who gets them since there's a limited quantity.

The problems about the Palantir’s starts when there isn't enough and Feanor keeps hogging all the airtime. This leads Fingolfin to confront Feanor by saying, “stop hogging the Palantir, I want to talk to my s/o too!”, which quickly develops into pushing and shoving.

Eventually, the solution they came to at council is that Feanor will be last in line to use it due to his offences of hogging airtime. If he tries to go before his turn, the Palantir will not respond to him and not send his messages, it acts as a phone without service.

(A more detailed post on the Palantir is coming soon!)

When you are unwilling to send gifts in the beginning, each of the elves reacts differently.

Some Yandere have no shame and will outright demand audios or pictures of you, but this rudeness causes Mandos to hover over them and threaten to take the Palantir away, causing the elf in question to get bitchy and glare at Mandos.

In retaliation, Mandos would snatch the Palantir, and nobody gets it. He puts it on a high shelf in his office...Which results in the elves getting on each other’s shoulders to get at it.

Eventually, Mandos decided that he will allow visitors in, which means that the elves finally get to see their s/o! In advance, Mandos set up a system that goes as follows. If you were on good behaviour, you get these rewards:

•You get to see your s/o.

•You get a calendar to mark down the days until the next visit.

•You get more time to rail the reader.

•The ability to send their s/o letters and being allowed to have pictures and painting of their s/o in their room.

Feanor’s s/o doesn’t want to visit him at first, but eventually, they are forced to go because Feanor isn't behaving and Mandos is tired of it. So, they sent Eonwe to retrieve them.

Feanor would be a combination of happy yet disappointed if s/o had to bring to Mandos by force to visit him. He would be happy that you're there but when finds out that you were forced on him, he would feel so hurt.

When visiting finally does begin, it's utter madness. Mandos would have chains over the door whenever the reader comes to visit, especially if they are visiting Feanor. Mandos is very happy about you being there because Feanor is always on good behaviour whenever you’re there. As well as that, Feanor would rail the reader for hours on end when they come to visit.

When it comes to Fingolfin, he would be tamer if his s/o were to visit him. He understands that he just died, and they've been separated, so he’s willing to wait a while, or at least, after the 2nd or 3rd visit...then he just wants to rail his s/o and be warned, Fingolfin will make it so you can’t walk for a while.

Some Yanderes like Celegorm would try to keep their s/o with them in Mandos for longer by wearing out their legs. Glorfindel will just tie you to the bed to keep you there. However, there would be some Yandere like Fingolfin and Fingon who might let you go but the thought of you all to themselves might be too tempting.

When it comes to making excuses for not visiting, there are many different ways to go about doing it.

Say you had an argument with your yandere, and you decide to punish them by not coming back for a visit, you could do that, but then the elf might act up and Mandos would bring you back by force.

If you make the excuse that you’ve been sick, you better get ready for puppy eyes, tears and begging you not to leave when you finally do come to visit.

If you use the “I’m pregnant” excuse with Celegorm to explain why you haven’t or won't visit, he will break out to come to see you. Also, if you are telling the truth about being pregnant when you finally give birth and come to visit again, Celegorm would put his dick inside you from behind while you breastfeed your child.

If you and Feanor or Celegorm have had a baby, they would be expecting to see their child on visits, and they will also want for you to stay for longer so they can have more family time.

Now when it comes to leaving, your yandere doesn’t want you to go so they may try to trap you there. Now you could try to plead with Mandos to help you leave but he might just keep her there to save himself the trouble of having to deal with a misbehaving yandere.

However, the s/o can leave if they're fast enough. By that I mean, if they can get to the gates before the hourglass runs out, they can go home but that includes running across the hall with fluids dripping out. As well as that, their legs would be aching because of how much their yandere had railed them.

But say you do manage to escape, the yandere’s only source of contact with you will be by using the Palantir, and as soon as they’ve realised that you’ve escaped, they will be demanding that you send them audios, pictures, the works.

However, you may be unwilling to send pictures of yourself, so you may decide to send fake pictures, and by that, I mean, sending a picture of someone else, for example, a picture of the famous porn actress Belle Delphine could be used.

If you sent a fake picture to Feanor, he would immediately be like “Who is this? This isn’t you; her chest is lopsided, and her body is unproportionate!” He would then proceed to demand Mandos return that picture, even though Feanor already used his weekly time at the Palantir.

With Fingolfin, the only time he gets pissed is when he doesn't get his visits from s/o or if he gets pictures of Belle Delphine. He doesn’t want those; he wants audios of his s/o in the millions. (I’m serious, he’s pulled a dagger on Mandos and demanded hours’ worth of audios of you touching yourself before.)

If you constantly make excuses to not see Fingolfin, he will break into Rivendell and bring a vibrator with him. You can try to run from him, but Fingolfin is already chasing you throughout Rivendell.

This man would be full feral at this point, he hasn't had you in God knows how long so the second he grabs you; he’ll take you to the floor to rail you. Doesn't matter if you're in public or not.

(After this incident, Elrond and Erestor make the place of limits. So, because of this, a black market of bribery emerges. Erestor takes bribes of books and silence in his library.)

When sending things to Finwe, his preference is breast pictures or pictures of your face on the brink of orgasm. If you think playing play dumb will work with him, and decide to say, “What's an orgasm?” jokes on you, he has a corruption kink, and it turns him on when you pretend not to know what he's talking about.

If you didn’t send Finrod any goods it would upset him because he thought that you loved him and would want him to be a part of everything, and he thought that you loved him enough to send such photos.

On the unlikely occasion that a Palantir ends up sending your nude picture to another elf on accident, if that elf teases the Yandere, or says that they enjoyed the picture, they're gonna wind up dead.

Now eventually, the elves are allowed to leave Mandos. After leaving Mandos, all this portrait and audio business would be something that the elves never discuss. Everyone knows that they did it, but no one talks about it, if it’s even hinted at in public every elf in the vicinity freezes.

At least until Mandos starts expanding his services….

You see, Mandos realised the potential of his reward system and the thought eventually hit him. Why not expand?

So, in short, Mandos has become the Hugh Hefner of middle earth. It all started as a reward system. Now they’re expanding their services to living people. Hey, you're on guard duty in Lothlorien or fighting orcs in Rivendell? Well go to your local Palantir and order a portrait of your s/o. They have a Maiar deliver it straight to you, and if you're royalty, one of Manwe's eagles will have it delivered to you.

He even has bargains, like you know those 75% per cent off Bath and Bodyworks sale? Mando’s would so do that. Like 75% discount on catalogues and portraits.

Every 100 years or so Mando’s would clear out all the portraits and put them in catalogues. He would sell them to humans since it would seem new to them. Therefore, Mando’s saves money on making new material.

A quote from Mandos:

A Maiar: Is this even allowed?

Mandos: Don't care. I got a business to run.

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Maedhros

♡ Yandere Maedhros Alphabet ♡

NSFW Maedhros Alphabet

Yandere Maedhros x reader drabble

Would Maedhros' brothers interfere with his Yandere behaviour?

Can you seduce Yandere Maedhros into giving you more freedom?

How would Yandere Maedhros react to you clinging and crying to Maglor after one of his punishments?

If Yandere Maedhros isn't happy about Maglor hugging you, how would he be with his s/o friends?

How would Yandere Maedhros react to you wanting to hang out with your male friend in Library?

Would Yandere Maedhros be even more protective if s/o was chubby?

Is Yandere Maedhros okay with you having a friend that can get you out of your shell?

How would yandere Maedhros and Glorfindel react if their darling went insane?

Is Yandere Maedhros okay with you having a friend that can get you out of your shell?

How would Yandere Maglor and Yandere Maedhros react to lady Dimitrescu?

Maedhros x reader: Soulmate Au Headcanon

Maedhros, Caranthir and Thranduil's reactions to S/O bringing home a stray animal.

Jealous Yandere Maedhros x reader SMUT

How Yandere Maedhros would react to you hiding your entire pregnancy and newborn baby from them.

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♡ Yandere Maedhros Alphabet ♡

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Maedhros shows his affection in little ways, like taking you to watch the stars with him or by leaving soft lingering kisses against your skin.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Although Maedhros is the calmest of his kin and doesn’t exactly like having fights, when it comes to you, he would rip a man apart with his bare hands if need be.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Although he is renowned for his frightening nature, he knows the value of family and thinks that it's unforgivable to ever do harm to your spouse, so he’d treat you like a fragile flower.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He would probably try to keep you away from others, especially potential suitors because he’s convinced that you will find someone better and leave him all alone again.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Maedhros is quite guarded about his trauma so it’ll take gentle soothing words and a determined attitude to get him to open about anything along those lines, he’s also quite self-conscious about his missing hand.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It would frustrate him, but he would understand your side of things, after all, he was imprisoned against his will for years. But he can’t help getting frustrated because he just wants to keep you for himself.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not a game to him, he wants to keep you all to himself and the fact that you keep trying to leave is something that annoys him to no end.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst thing is the punishments, they are few and far between but when you’ve tried to escape too many times and misbehaved for days, he finally snaps, and punishes you. And the punishment...Well, we’ll get to that…

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Maedhros ideal life with you is to move into a cottage near the Misty Mountain’s and have a garden filled with flowers to attract butterflies.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Maedhros is incredibly protective of you, something as seemingly innocent as a man looking at you for a little too long could anger him, he will stare at the man with a cold murderous stare until they catch on that you're taken.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He loves to touch you because it’s a reminder that you’re really there and that you love him enough to let him touch you. He likes to keep an arm around your waist and give you sweet cheek kisses at random intervals.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would be tentative about courting you at first, he is aware that you bring out yandere tendencies in him and he doesn’t want to frighten you. His first interaction with you would be during a starry night when all is quiet.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Maedhros has to hold up a stoic front with everyone else, the only exception being his family, so when he’s alone with you, he’s able to seem more relaxed and he is more tender with you, one of his favourite things to do with you when you’re alone together to lay in bed together, facing each other with your foreheads pressed together.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His punishments are few and far between, but they do happen. When you misbehave too much, he will have you strip, and tie you to the bed, leaving you completely exposed, then he will go a retrieve the riding crop that he keeps for occasions like these and how long the punishment lasts will depend on how much you’ve misbehaved.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Maedhros would probably try and keep you away from anyone he sees to be a threat, which might include male friends that you have, he also might keep you from going to certain places because he’s suspicious of them.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He is the most mature and patient of his kin, aside from maybe Maglor, so he will be patient with them, but there are times when you push all his buttons and he spanks you till sunrise.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He would never be able to move on from you, he loves more than anything and he’s already lost so much, losing you would be the thing that would finally break him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Given as he was captured and kept against his will, he would most likely feel guilty for abducting you, and as for letting you go, he might do it once, and a few days later, truly realises how deeply he loves and needs you, and go and abduct you again.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It comes from a mixture of two things, the constant need to share things with his younger brothers, never being allowed to have one thing all to himself, and the second, all the torture and pain he’s gone through definitely twisted his moral code a bit.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It makes him feel incredibly guilty. He knows what it’s like to kept against your will, and he remembers what it was like to be so frightened, so when you let out sobs that shake your entire being, pangs of guilt fill his chest and he wants nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He would do his best to make you feel comfortable in his presence, not wanting himself to be viewed as a monstrous captor, but rather as a loving protector.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His fear of loud noises. They trigger his PTSD the most, to the point where he might even collapse. So, if a large thunderstorm hits and he falls into his own fearful flashbacks, you have two choices. Escape while you have the chance and leave Maedhros alone and frightened or stay and comfort him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

During his punishments with the riding crop, he would but they are as rare as cherry wine, so if you behave, you don’t have anything to worry about.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He may be self-conscious about what he can offer you, but a part of him still has that fiery determination, and that part of him will do whatever it takes to get you to love him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He would pine until Dagor Doriath came around if he was allowed to, but the threat of you being snatched away by either time or a suitor frightens him into action.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If pushed to every limit, and the threat of you leaving becomes too real, to the point where he can almost feel you fading from his arms, he would break you, and unlike Glorfindel, he would do it purposefully. His shattering of you would be methodical, attacking every weakness you have to get to yield as quickly as possible.

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Maglor

Would Yandere Maglor be nicer to his s/o than Maedhros?

Would seduction work on Yandere Maglor?

How would Yandere Maglor and Yandere Maedhros react to lady Dimitrescu?

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Would Maedhros' brothers interfere with his Yandere behaviour?

Because he’s the eldest, he would be an authority figure to the rest of his brothers, so they would be intimidated by him, but I feel as though Maglor might feel the need to step in to tell him to let you have more freedom, or to be the one to calm you down after one of Maedhros’ punishments.