#sauron can kiss my ass

[yormp]

I want Sauron to win.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hi😁 so I have recently accepted that I am Sauron's whore (oops) and I was wondering if I could please request an NSFW one shot for Mairon/Annatar with the prompts: 124. "You're such a needy little girl, aren't you princess?" 134. "You're not the little angel everyone thinks you are, are you?" 148. "You know what? I never realised how meaningful sex could actually be, until I met you." (If you don't like those prompts, feel free to ignore them- I'm just happy for content) thank you!

──── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ehhh this was rushed but I hope it still turned out ok <3 tbh I think I'm in a bit of a smut burn out lol

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mairon | Sauron x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, guided masturbation/ voyeurism, edging, thigh riding

“You’re such a needy little girl, aren’t you, princess?” He smiled wickedly at you as you tried to wrestle your wrists out of your grasp, having just been snatched away from where you had been reaching down to pleasure yourself. 

“Mairon!” You protested weakly, a pout on your kiss-swollen lips and tears of frustration in your eyes as you bounced your hips against his thigh. Your dress had been removed but he had yet to take off your undergarments and so the drag of your clothed clit against him simply wasn’t enough to satisfy you. “You said-” You fought fruitlessly against his grip some more, “-you said that you’d make me come after you edge me!” This was your fifth time being denied by him and you had grown tired of it. 

“I did say that, didn’t I?” He hummed as he looked upon you with a sadistic sense of satisfaction, his lips curled up into a grin and you knew that such a look only meant trouble for you, “Fine, I’ll let you have what you want…” You were quickly turned around in his lap so that his chest was pressed to your back. Locks of his fiery-coloured hair fell over you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your lace-covered body before turning his face towards the neck so that he could kiss and nip marks which he had already left there. His hand settled on your waist and began to run up and down, pausing every now and then to squeeze your body. “Well go on then.” He ordered. 

“But…” Your face grew hot with a blush as you turned your head just enough to look at him, “I want you.” He cooed at you and yet it only sounded condescending. 

“Not until you do as you’re told.” You let out a whine in reply. 

“But- but that’s-” You frowned and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“It’s what? Humiliating? Having to touch yourself in my lap until I say you’re done? It’s humiliating?” You let out a huff and nodded your head, earning a swat to your thigh. “Stop being a brat and then you’ll get what you want. Just show me that you can follow orders first.” You stole one last glance into his snake-like amber eyes before you decided that you might as well listen if it meant him finally fucking you, even if it was embarrassing to touch yourself in his lap while he watched. 

Your fingers snaked down between your legs where you pushed your panties aside just enough to touch yourself, hearing the obscene squelch of the utterly soaked fabric. You teased your fingers through your slit before pushing up to your clit, letting out moans as you tipped your head back, Mairon’s chin still resting on your shoulder as he watched you. He could feel when you began to rock your hips against your own touch, your plush ass grinding against where his hard cock was still hidden in his breeches. “There…” He kissed along your shoulder as his eyes remained on where you rubbed yourself and yet made no move to sink your fingers into your drooling hole. “Was that so hard?” He smiled at how quickly you shook your head to agree with him and you felt how his fingers began to trace gentle patterns on your spread thighs, “Why don’t you put your fingers inside, hm?” 

“No.” You gasped out before biting on your lip to stifle a much louder moan. 

“No?” Mairon’s voice drawled out. 

“Only want you inside… ‘s all yours, only wanna let you inside…” You could hear his low groan right by your ear and you gasped before giggling lightly as you were suddenly flipped onto your back, trapped between the plush chaise and Mairon’s body over yours, his hands curling around your lower thighs, just by your knees, and threatening to push them upwards. 

“All mine?” He asked delightedly, “What’s all mine, princess?” You whined, cursing yourself for not assuming he would love the idea enough to make you say it. Yet you knew you’d put right back to touching yourself or edges if you didn’t follow his instructions. 

“My pussy, it’s all yours, I’m all yours.” Oh how he adored seeing how clearly embarrassed you were to be saying such things and yet for him, for his touch, you would. 

"You're not the little angel everyone thinks you are, are you?" A quiet moan slipped past his lips as he looked down at you. You were looking up at him with glassy doe-eyes, your body so pretty in lace that he had got for you and you looked about ready to cry if it meant having him inside you. You were such an adorable and needy little thing, he couldn’t deny you any longer. He was pressed so tight against you that there was barely any room for him to push his trousers down just enough for his cock to rest against your dripping slit, pushing the tip of it through your arousal with a heavy sigh by your ear. 

You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and coaxed him into kissing you as he began to slowly sink into your hole, giving you enough time to adjust. Your whimpers and whines sounded so sweet to him and he wrapped his arms around your body in return to hold you as close as possible. His kisses were messy but slow as he remained buried deep yet unmoving within you. He pressed yet another kiss to your mouth before propping one leg over his shoulder and you expected to begin fucking you there and yet he simply reached out to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Everything good?” You asked in a quiet voice. Moments of intimacy like this during sex were quite uncharacteristic of him, he usually saved that for the aftercare. 

"You know what? I never realised how meaningful sex could actually be, until I met you." He voiced his thoughts. It was true: he liked feeling as though he was taking care of you as much as you were taking care of him instead of this whole thing just being a quick fuck to get over a twitch in his pants. The smile you gave him absolutely melted his heart and you covered his hand with yours to keep it there as you turned your face to kiss his palm. Sex with Mairon meant a lot to you too: it was about the only time he allowed himself to be vulnerable and you knew that nearly every other creature alive who had so much as heard the name Sauron would doubt that he could ever be as tender as he was with you. “You know I love you, right?” He asked in such a soft and sincere voice. His hold on your thigh shifted slightly as you nodded. “Good… because I’m about to treat you like I don’t.” The way your eyes lit up in excitement was the only green light he needed. 

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[theshinobiway]

Four years later: I'm alive, went through insane trauma, got a new prescription for an antipsychotic, had my car burn up in a fire, ex cheated and a whole host of other things, had visions of God showing up as a burning eye of Sauron in the sky threatening to kill me, but I got 100+ writing requests so let's get lit babes

P.S. also in the last 4 years I learned that according to studio notes that were released, Lee and Tenten are listed as "divorced?" Boruto can kiss my ass. I'm rewriting everyone's ending now

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[canirove]

hiiii idk if your requests r open so sorry ir they arent :( but id like to request a mason imagine where ur rlly short and so like maybe at a family dinner one of his parents makes a joke abt it n u getting insecure n hi comforts u

I actually don't have requests, open or closed 😅 But if you guys are interested, I can start taking them. They may help inspire me with the other things I'm writing 😁

I changed the parent for an uncle since we all have a kind of stupid one 😅 And btw, thank you to everyone who liked the previous imagine! Hope you also like this one 😊💜

Mason Mount Imagine | two

Masterlist

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"You haven't said a word since we left my parents' house. Are you ok?"

"Yes" I say, looking out the car's window, my gaze lost somewhere.

"That song you despise so much played earlier on the radio and you didn't change the station like you always do."

"I didn't notice."

"You didn't notice because there is something on your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?" Mason says, moving his hand to my knee and giving it a little squeeze.

"I know. It's just... It's what your uncle said" I say with a big sigh.

"My uncle?"

"Yeah, the hobbit thing when you introduced me to him."

"Oh, that" he says, clenching his jaw, definitely pissed. "He shouldn't have said that. Especially not with that tone."

"I don't think he said it to be mean or anything..."

"But he still hurt you."

"Yes" I whisper.

We stay is silence for a couple of minutes, Mason still tense next to me until he speaks again.

"But you know, being a hobbit isn't something bad."

"Uh?"

"Who are the main characters on “The Lord of The Rings”?"

"The hobbits?" I say, confused about why is he talking about that movie now.

"Who is the one who carries the ring to Mordor?"

"A hobbit."

"And who is the one who destroys it?"

"Gollum."

"Yes, but what was Gollum before he became Gollum? A hobbit. A hobbit who found the ring and somehow kept it safe, not allowing Sauron to rise earlier. Same with Bilbo. It was the hobbits who saved the Middle Earth. They are the heroes."

"I didn't know you were such a nerd, Mason" I laugh.

"There are many things you still don't know about me, love" he says with a smirk, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles now that we have stopped at a red light. "So next time someone throws the word hobbit at you as an insult, you remind yourself that hobbits are the heroes and the one who save everyone's asses. Not the elves, the wizards or the men. The hobbits."

"Ok" I say, properly laughing this time. "Thank you, Mason."

"For what?" he says, focused on the road again.

"For making me feel better. I love you."

"I love you too, my precious."

"Oh, please. Don't make that a thing."

"What, my precious?" he says, using Gollum's voice.

"That!" I say, laughing.

"I don't know what you mean, my precious."

And that's how we continue for the rest of our trip home, Mason calling me my precious with his Gollum voice, while I can't stop laughing, all my worries after that meeting with his family disappearing. 

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[land-of-holly]

Rings of Power Episode 4 Liveblog

Eregion! Khazad-dum! Isildur! Halbrand! Evil sword! And we're getting back to Arondir, thank god. No Harfoots though?

Miriel literally kisses babies! What a good politician.

Is Numenor tectonically active? some gift island that is.

OH HOLY SHIT HERE WE GO! So it's a dream, but what a dream!

Nice dress on Earien again.

Pharazon is a hell of a politician as well.

So Kemen of the stupid ass name is Pharazon's son?

What is this guy on about? It was one elf. Bet he'd do numbers on Twitter

Pharazon is a human supremacist, but in this instance he has the advantage of being right.

I feel like Galadriel has had little success thus far cause she's just too lawful good. If she were eviller, maybe she could wrap the island around her finger.

Is he hitting on her???

She certainly is an apprentice, lol

Nice spin on Halbrand's violence

Hush Elendil, the women are talking

Galadriel makes a decent argument, but she's too earnest.

Uh, Galadriel? Are you TRYING to piss her off?

Seems Galadriel isn't used to having to deal with a government she isn't a high ranking member of.

Isildur says no.

Collective punishment is a war crime.

Who names their kid Valandil?

Don't talk about a dude's mother.  So, she is dead though. Shame.

Adar? Adar?

Hooooly shit he is an elf

Hoooooooooly shit

There's no way this ends in healing, is there.

Nope, mercy killing. The orcs seemed to expect it. Surprisingly matter of fact about it.

WHO IS THIS GUY???

They are very fast and loose about Quenya

He is from Beleriand?

THE river, the Sirion?

OMG this guy's a piece of work

Not YET. Growth mindset!

They just call Orodruin the Elf name?

Lol they are so unprepared for a siege

Still on my quest to figure out if they let Bronwyn have armpit hair

Ah, teenage boys.

Theo going straight for the evil power

Ew, orc backwash

Ooh, how deep is that well?

How long has Elrond been in Eregion??? I feel like Galadriel's only been in Numenor for a week or two

Celebrimbir hanging out by the Havens of Sirion confirmed? Dunno why Elrond wouldn't remember. Maybe he was just too young.

Casual prophecy by Earendil totally believeable. Tuor's entire line is bullshit like that

Oh god, Disa's dress has a leg slit. Oh my god.

Disa is stone cold, and Elrond doesn't believe her even a little bit

Never underestimate elf senses

Dwaves need a seminar on better password security

Mithril?

Elrond has the moral high ground here, i'm afraid

NO OATHS!!!!

In this mountain we take oaths seriously!

JESUS ELROND WHAT DID YOU GO AND DO THAT FOR?? SWEARING BY YOUR FATHER???

We are absolutely getting Durin's Bane in the Second Age, aren't we, fuckdammit

Dwarves are really pants at security; even if Elrond promises not to tell, that sample could be stolen or something

Oh god, this dude again

Lol it's so charming how very much of an apprentice Earien is

I do have to agree that this scene goes a little far for Halbrand being a better courtier than Galadriel. He doesn't even want to be king!

So Halbrand is totally playing both sides here. That's the most manipulatively Sauron-like thing he's done yet

Now she's breaking into royal chambers??? Girl has no respect for anything!

So has Tar Palantir not shuffled off this mortal coil yet because he doesn't think Miriel can hack it without his authority backing her?

Did Elendil really yoink the other six palantiri already???

That's....not really how palantiri work most of the time. Not unheard of, but they are for crossing distances, not seeing the future

Galadriel, everything is not about loyalty to the elves!!!

Gosh, I love Miriel a normal amount

I don't think bringing back food is your highest priority now, Theo

Poor Theo, he just has such a crappy stealth skill and his GM kept asking for rolls

Arondir!!!

That elf sure can wield a bow

The hideous light of the day star!

Disa is singing!!

At least Elrond waited to ask stupid questions until after the ceremony

Durin seems to have some issues with his dad

See, this is where I get confused about people who are like fanfiction (derisive). EVERY fanfic author has given Elrond some time staring up at the evening star and having feelings. I've done it. What's the issue? Are they afraid if it was too faithful of an adaptation they'd be forced to accept it as canon? It's still an adaptation! The books are still the books! /rant

Elrond, not everyone needs to hear "you'll miss your parents when they're gone". Some people's parents are just jerks. Possibly this isn't one of those times, though.

Elrond is SUCH a diplomat. Always ready to make peace

So Durin IV continues to be the only one who talks to Durin III.

Seriously, how long does it take them to get from Lindon to Eregion?

Welp, I guess the Men of the Southlands have a choice to make.

Oh goddamn, old dude has been using the sword too.

"Have you heard the good news about our lord and savior Sauron?"

So they're just using that little rowboat to take her to the actual ship she'll be crossing on, right?

Ugh, Pharazon is so good at being Evil Elrond

Miriel's jewelry is so pretty T_T

Oh damn somebody forgot to turn off the tree

Did we really need the voicover to explain the symbolism?

Uh, Miriel? You're really gonna out yourself as an elf friend and then LEAVE?

Still, nothing to get the people stirred up like a military campaign

See, Isildur just needed something to fight for!

#rings of power #rings of power spoilers #rings of power liveblog #rings of power s1e4

[chrissystriped]

Silvergifting Week - Day 6: Canon Divergence | Alternative Universe

@silvergiftingweek

Chances taken

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1300

Summary: Mairon is leaving Celebrimbor to forge the One Ring. Or is he?

Read on under the cut or on AO3

Mairon looked down at his sleeping lover and bowed down to kiss his forehead.

“Goodbye”, he said softly. “Until soon.”

He needed to leave. All was ready for his biggest project, the device that would make it possible for him to take the rulership of all Middle-earth without any bloodshed. He’d spent centuries on preparing for this, seducing the Eldar, making them his instruments. It hadn’t been in the plan for him to catch feelings.

Celebrimbor moved in his sleep but didn’t wake. They’d made love earlier and Mairon had known it was the last time. He knew Celebrimbor would not be able to share his vision. For all his high words about forgiveness and second chances, he would only see the Enemy. He would not see that his rulership was necessary to bring them forward.

Mairon gritted his teeth. He should not long so for the love of a weak incarnate who could not see the greater things. And still he wondered what might have been, if he’d been honest with him from the start.

‘There’s still time’, a small voice inside his mind whispered. ‘You can still come clean. You have not yet made an irreversible decision.’

He could wake him, could confess. He could prove himself worthy of his trust. A tremble came over him. Celebrimbor would never forgive him …but he would never forgive him what he planned to do, either.

“Tyelpe”, he whispered without another thought, letting his heart guide him for maybe the first time in his life. “Wake up.”

Celebrimbor made a protesting sound and curled up, but Mairon continued to shake him insistently.

“Please, wake up. I have something important to tell you.” He needed to do it now or he would think better of it!

Celebrimbor blinked blearily at him. “What time is it?”, he mumbled. “What’s wrong, Annatar?” He rubbed his face, slowly sitting up.

“I love you”, Mairon blurted out. “I love you!”

Celebrimbor’s face lit up, but Mairon stopped him with a hand over his mouth before he could say it, too.

“No, don’t say it. I need you to know something first, because I love you. I’ve decided to stay — if you let me —, I’ve decided not to go through with my plan.”

Celebrimbor’s forehead creased. “What are you talking about?”

“The rings, they were a trap, a way to bring you all under my power. There’s only one piece missing. That’s why I intended to leave, to forge the master ring.”

“I… I don’t understand”, Celebrimbor’s voice was trembling, he skirted back, bringing distance between them. “What are you saying?”

“I think you know what I’m saying, Tyelpe”, Mairon said with tears pricking at his eyes, his heart clenching with the pain of losing him. “I am the power in the East. I was never an ambassador of the Valar. I fled from the ruin of Angband. I am the one, your people call Sauron.”

Mairon looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I meant to seduce you, I never intended to fall in love with you. With you and your stupid, naive idea of a city where everyone was welcome, no matter their past. But here I am and place my fate in your hands. I will not make the master ring, I will disband the orcs and men under my power. There will be no war. Because I love you, and I want to learn to believe in your vision.”

Celebrimbor had scrambled out of his bed on the side opposite from Annatar — Sauron! — to get some distance between them. His heart was racing, his skin crawling. He’d slept with the Abhorred! A memory of his uncle’s haunted eyes flashed up in his mind. He’d never spoken to him of what had been done to him in Angband’s dungeons. And what he’d heart about Cousin Finrod’s ordeal…

An angry flame sparked up inside Celebrimbor’s chest. They said he looked like his grandfather, but he rarely felt his temper flare up. Now… He barely noticed walking around the bed and punching Sauron in the face. The Maia stumbled, falling down on his ass.

“That was for Maedhros and Finrod”, Celebrimbor gritted out.

Sauron — Annatar — Sauron — he didn’t know how to think of him! — looked at him with wide, startled eyes. Blood was running from his nose but he made no motion to wipe it away.

“You monster”, Celebrimbor sobbed as his heart finally caught up with the events and broke into two jagged halves. “Why couldn’t you just come with an army to our doors? Did you like toying with me, making me fall in love with you and knowing all the while that you’d betray me?”

“Tyelpe…”

“No! I… I need to think.” Celebrimbor wiped at his eyes, angry at himself that the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. “Alone. Leave me now. But if you meant, what you said, you will go to the jailor and let yourself be locked up. Don’t tell him the truth. No one has to know yet.”

Annatar struggled to his feet. “As you wish.”

Celebrimbor watched him go and let himself sag down on the bed when the door had closed behind him. They had all been right. Gil-galad, Elrond, Galadriel — they’d all warned him about the mysterious maia showing up on their doorsteps. He had not wanted to listen. He had been too enticed by the knowledge Annatar offered — and then he’d been in love. Celebrimbor curled up on his bed and cried himself to sleep.

Annatar’s desperate face was before his mind’s eye when he woke. ‘I love you’, he’d said. Was he meaning it, or did he pursue a plan even now? But why should he tell him his plan? It made only sense to Celebrimbor, if Annatar had indeed been telling the truth. And if he’d meant it, if he really wanted to change and be with him…

Celebrimbor rose quickly and dressed. If he loved him, he could not deny him a second chance. Maybe he was a fool, but… he wanted to believe that even Sauron could change.

Annatar looked up when he entered the cell, his eyes were rimmed red and Celebrimbor wondered, if he’d cried. His nose looked swollen, Celebrimbor felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn’t have punched him.

“You mean it?”, he said. “You will stop the war? You will change your ways?”

“Yes”, Annatar answered softly. “And I will show you how to close the gap in the protection of the rings. I… I am not sure, but maybe your way is indeed the better one, even if it is untidy and chaotic.”

Celebrimbor smiled wryly. “There can’t be genius without a little chaos.” He reached out and helped him to his feet. “And you love me?”

“Yes.”

“I loved Annatar”, Celebrimbor said. “I hated Sauron. I am not sure what to do now. But I am willing to give you a chance. Both to prove yourself to us and to show me who you truly are. And I will see if I still love you.”

“Thank you”, Annatar bowed his head. “You are very kind. I have learned to see that as something admirable.”

Celebrimbor kissed his cheek. “Come. There’s a lot of trouble ahead. I will not lie to my people about you.”

Annatar jerked and gripped his hand so hard it almost hurt. “Yes… yes, of course. What…”

“They will not hurt you”, Celebrimbor said firmly. The fear in his eyes made his heart grow soft. “We do not have corporal punishment in Ost-in-Edhil. This will be a test for us, too. We always said we’d accept everyone. Now we will see, if we meant it.”

Celebrimbor led Annatar from his cell. He was nervous but also excited. This was a chance for the whole world. Whatever happened from now on, it could only be good.

#silvergiftingweek #celebrimbor #annatar #canon divergence au #happy ending #silvergifting #tolkien

[elmendea]

“There’s common sense and NONsense!”

My belated thoughts on RoP Ep 3, due to a migraine. Because you know what you’re able to do when you have a migraine? Exactly nothing. What fun! Moving on:

Things that bug me/possible nitpicks:

- I get that using the word "humans" is more up-to-date than using "men", but I mean...the Ringspell itself uses the phrase "mortal men", so I kind of wish that was used instead across the board. or maybe just "mortals"; I think it could work because all the other races have their specific names: hobbits (Harfoots), elves, dwarves. If you used the term "mortals" you'd be fairly aware that you're referring to mortal humans. Just the poet in me, I think!

- I was SO looking forward to far more Tar-Míriel than we got, sulk and moan. Cynthia is just ethereal. Oh well, next week.

- puzzled as to why Arondir uses Quenya when apologising to the tree -- wouldn't it be more likely for a Silvan Elf to use Sindarin or even Nandorin? Might be a formality thing, but, eh...

- nnnnot really feeling much for Eärien, honestly. I'm going to take it on good faith that there's going to be a necessary narrative reason for her to exist, but as of now she's not instantly likable. (Not that I dislike her, either. She's just kinda...there?)

- God, the CGI on that Warg was only vaguely believable if you squint very hard. The design was absolutely fine IMHO (I mean, Wargs are corruptions of wolves, and what's more corrupted from a wolf than a chihuahua? Plus, those wee beasties can be FIERCE and completely out of their trees), but ugh, the way it blended into the scene sort of...gave me rotoscope-y vibes.

The good stuff!

- remembering that non-Uruk orcs are not terribly fond of sunlight! YES! (They'll put up with it, but they won't enjoy it.)

- the belowdecks scene lighting is honestly just *chef's kiss*, and Galadriel is so pretty with her hair all oceaned-out like that *___*

- loving loving LOVING Lloyd Owen's performance as Elendilf. I mean, er. *cough* He's just the right mix of brooding and hopeful. That smile when he says "...home." He still loves the place, even if the politics are starting to sour and he knows it.

- NUMENOR. good lord above, Numenor *____* They honestly saved the best scenes for the show; I remember being underwhelmed with Numenor in the trailers, but in-ep it looks astounding; and paired with that MUSIC. literally epically beautifully. I just. I want to go there. (Not LIVE there. Just visit. :P)

- god I am loving the barely-restrained "fuck around and find out" glares Galadriel is throwing at everyone. To be fair, I'd be doing the same. (But then, I have also been accused of being unlikeable, so. 🙃)

- ...goddamnit, I'm becoming genuinely fond of Halbrand, silver tongued devil that he is. Now watch him turn out to be Sauron, or the Witch-king, or someone similarly horrible.

- also, watch me be proven wrong, but I honestly don't get any UST between Galadriel and Halbrand. I get the feeling of a smirky-ass bastard who enjoys riling up an already tempestuous person just to get a reaction (and Galadriel just can't help biting back every time he baits her), but not romantic/sexual tension. (I’m also interpreting it as a way of Halbrand keeping Galadriel at a distance, no less. He seems to use his take-nothing-seriously attitude as a shield.)

- "the sea is always right!" YES THIS. *beats down her inner Falathrim*

- Ismael's performance as Arondir continues to kill me in a good way. The absolute agony on his face as Médhor dies made me choke up.

- holy shit, Halbrand, my dude, CALM DOWN. The retribution is outweighing the original crime about twenty-fold right now. O_O;; (And this from a man in his cups, no less?! Gotta admire his co-ordination, if nothing else.)

- Elendil pulling up huge Beleaguered Dad With Young Adult Children energy on Galadriel is so unintentionally hilarious, I swear. XD

- honestly, I can't believe people are complaining about Galadriel enjoying horseriding. Why wouldn't she? And in that moment, she's free, just racing across a beautiful island on a beautiful beast, on her way to answers. Of course she's going to look happy.

- Poppy is so fussy and adorable and pure and I will protect her with everything in me. When she got teary during the remembrance/waiting circle, I teared up, too, which is...I’m honestly NOT the teary sort of person, so what is this madness.

- sorry, I think Nori's punishment was WAY too harsh. Firstly, she's a child who made a mistake -- which yes, Sadoc does note, but then puts a family with an injured member at the back of the caravan? It wasn't as if the Stranger did much other than knock down a pavilion and just basically give everyone a giant fright. So...let's risk death for a WHOLE FAMILY already suffering (with a younger child!) because their teenage daughter acted like a typical dumb teenager, and...didn't really cause much damage, in the end, except to some people's nerves. My poor little Tookish munchkin. So much for "nobody walks alone"! (Yes, I get that one family lost is better than the whole tribe lost, logically, but meh. I don’t have to be logical, damn you.)

- ohoho, how the tables have turned! The shifting power and mood dynamic between Galadriel and Halbrand is golden. When she has the upper hand, she’s deliciously smirky herself. (AND AAAAHH. that statue is Uinen or I'll be damned!)

- THAT. BLOODY. CLIFFHANGER. I literally shouted at my screen when the credits started rolling, oh my god. I feel SO trolled but it's a weirdly fun feeling? Roll on, next week~

#Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #src: The Rings of Power #post: thoughts (mine)

[myshadowfaxisparked]

Let’s Talk About Elrond

I have a lot of feelings about the Lord of Imladris and yall are gonna hear them.

This dude has suffered too much. Like really, why did Jirt put him through all of that? 

First, his parents “die,” leaving him and Elros, his twin brother, alone as very young elflings. They get picked up by Maehdros and Maglor who raise them for a while on the road, but then they both die. Then, since they are half-elven, Elros decides to give up his immortality to join the world of men, leaving Elrond to face eternity without his twin brother, his other half.

Eventually, he starts working with Gil-Galad and gets a nifty job in Rivendell, which is nice until Sauron starts causing problems and they have to summon an army against him where a bunch of elves, including Gil-Galad die in front of Elrond’s eyes. Then, just when they have the chance to destroy the ring of power and Sauron once and for all, freaking Isildur won’t cast the ring into the fire and the ring trots off to Eru knows where. Oh, and now Elrond has to protect one of the elven rings in case anyone decides to go on a ring-based power trip again. And also he’s the Lord of Rivendell now so that’s a thing.

In a shocking spin of good news, Elrond finally talks to the girl he’s been crushing on for centuries, Celebrian, and they get married (although, now Galadriel is his mother-in-law so that’s kind of terrifying). Life is going great for a bit here, but then Celebrian gives birth to twins and, as joyous as the occasion is, you know Elrond had to see a young Elros and himself every time he looked at his sons. He had to have begged the Valar that one of them wouldn’t decide to leave the other to face eternity alone as Elros did to him. Nevertheless, things are still okay, even if the prospect of one of his son’s repeating the incident with Elros looms in the back of his mind.

Then his daughter is born.

And gosh darn it she looks almost exactly like Luthien and now Elrond is worried about yet another child of his giving up eternal life and he can barely stand the thought of not seeing all of his offspring in the Grey Havens when the time comes. 

And then!!!!! Celebrian is captured by goblins and tortured to the point of near death. Although the twins rescue her and Elrond manages to heal her physical wounds, the wounds upon her mind and spirit are not things he can fix, try as he might, and she sails for the Grey Havens without him. 

So, if you are keeping a pain score here like me, we are up to 1 orphanhood, 1 twin brother gone, 1 Dark Lord looming in the background, 1 wife gone, 3 children who might possibly decide not to be immortal, and an uncountable number of traumatic experiences sprinkled generously in between. 

Oh, and a large number of elves are now deciding to sail for the Grey Havens, so Elrond’s people are beginning to pass into legend. Fun.

Things settle down for a bit (except, of course, that Incident with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain). Elrond keeps ruling like a boss, his sons are pretty cool, his daughter is lovely, and Imladris is doing alright. The only thing is that Elrond is helping to raise this Dunedain kid who is the heir of Isildur and he may or may not be falling for Elrond’s aforementioned lovely daughter, Arwen. Although Aragorn/Estel is an honorable, noble, and courageous man, he is just that: a man. If Arwen chooses to be with him, she will lose her immortality and will not be able to sail for the Grey Havens and join her family.

Try as Elrond might, he cannot stop them from falling in love and he can only watch as he loses his daughter. 

On top of all of that, Sauron decides to show up again and Elrond has to organize the group of people who will have to stare death in the face as they attempt to destroy the Ring of Power and stop the Dark Lord once and for all. War begins to rage again, the twins, Elladan and Elrohir ride off to help Aragorn, who Elrond also loves like a son, beat back the forces of Mordor and reclaim Aragorn’s throne. 

By the grace of the Valar, the good guys win and Middle Earth is saved, but Arwen marries Aragorn, who is a king now. Elrond realizes that he has seen enough and it’s time to leave. He sails for the Grey Havens and leaves his sons in Imladris, hoping that, even if their sister will not be joining them in the Undying Lands, perhaps they will both find him someday when the rest of the elves are all but gone.

So yeah, this dude has a pretty rough life and honestly, if he seems a little grumpy throughout the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, he kind of has every single right to be. All things considered, its amazing that he is still capable of such kindness and hospitality towards the 

TL;DR: Elrond’s life kinda sucks and yall need to be nice to him.

#This post was ghostwritten by Glorfindel #im sure i missed some other traumatic events in here somewhere #sauron can kiss my ass #LOTR #lord of the rings #Elrond #Arwen #elves #the hobbit #celebrian #aragorn #sauron #Elladan #Elrohir

[lockedloki]

Can I request Maedhros, Gwindor and Maeglin headcanon where Sauron tortures them with visions of reader dying and torturing. Reader however came with a surprise and saved them even though reader was supposed to be in a far away city, safe from danger.

A/N: Oh ho ho! this is gonna be so much fun😈 I love love love traumatizing these guys more

Maedhros

He is shooketh. And angry... And worried... once he realizes that you are, in fact, not another damned vision. You are the de facto queen/regent of the Noldoli, what the ever-loving fuck are you doing here??? He’s confused and relieved and really just a mess of emotions after all that he’s been put through these past few years. He tries to convince you to leave before they discover you and have you suffer the same fate as him. Having none of that, he acquiesces to your wish to fucking free him because I came aaaaall this way to save your freckled ass, and I am not leaving without it.

Gwindor

He can’t believe his eyes. Scared this is another false vision. First he was forced to repeatedly relive the loss of his brother, and now you? Haven't they tormented him enough? He is a mere lord, and he says this to vision-not-vision you. Only after you reassure him that hey, I am real and I’m gonna kiss you the prove it does he react and  has some fight return to his eyes. He still loses his hand escaping, but has a bit more hope with you at his side as you try to stem the blood flow and help keep him upright as you’re both stumbling along to safety, trying to avoid notice by further orcs.

Maeglin

He does not - no, can not - understand. He was convinced no one of Gondolin would come for him, they barely tolerate him outside of his House. He is speechless. But he is also in shock, so you help him out of his bonds, sneak out of Angband, and explain everything on your way to a safe haven. He did not even register that you could be caught too, he’s so out of it from the never ending pain - both physical and mental. Once he recovers to a level where he’s actually more coherent than a jellyfish, he freaks  o u t . Were you out of your Eru-given mind?!?! You could’ve been killed! He starts with some self-deprecating speech that if you were captured he would never have forgiven himself, you should have left him there like the outcast he is. He’ll be stopped if you interject and say hey, you dumb fuck, you are a weird dude but you’re my weird dude that I love more than anyone in this world, and I’ll be damned if I left you back there, knowing I could have saved you.  He’ll be stunned quiet after that, but will need your presence near him for a long time to come as he recovers from his trauma.

#the silmarillion x reader #tolkien #the silmarillion #my writing #maedhros x reader #maedhros #gwindor #gwindor x reader #maeglin #maeglin x reader #silmarillion #ooohhh my gosh i fuckin adore this ask so much #made my damn day #gwindor is probably my favourite character in the silm #but maedhros and maeglin come pretty fuckin close #i think its bc the ptsd #real recognizes real #sauron #angst #tw torture #tw blood #death tw #cursing #tw swearing #this was pretty therapeutic after the morning ive had #lockedloki's writing

[absynthe--minded]

for the ship questions: all the odd numbers for russingon??? please and thank you

all the odd numbers!!

okay I am answering this one First but there are some other asks I technically got first so I’m going to exclude a few for the sake of answering all of them! I hope that’s okay. Below the cut for length and some quasi-NSFW discussion.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

1. How did they first meet?

this is actually the plot of one of my fics! Finno goes to a party with his parents, wanders off to get drunk and enjoy the free food, and winds up getting very drunk and then seeing Maitimo and assuming he’s a Maia because of how hot he is. he is in fact so very drunk that he straight up forgets that “Curufinwë” and “Fëanáro” are the same person and doesn’t understand why Maitimo is like “what the fuck why are you talking to me oh shit you’re hot”. (Maitimo ditches his date to the party to climb a tree, drink wine, and deal with the fact that he’s suddenly interested in a boy.)

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Maitimo tried so fucking hard to resist his feelings. He basically tried to be like. Gay But By Telperion’s Light Only. he’d write poetry and burn it, he’d stare into the stars and the silver light and be Dreamy and Distant. (Finno leapt into having feelings with his whole self and everyone knew he was pining after someone. He kept trying to play it off as nothing serious, but everyone around him knew. Everyone.)

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Maitimo would be married to the daughter of one of Fëanáro’s first and most loyal allies in the Tirion court. Her name was Cirissë, she was chosen for him by Fëanáro (with the clear caveat of “if you’d rather marry someone else please give me the name and I’ll arrange it”) and the expectation was that they’d have at least one child named Cantëafinwë. As the eldest of his House and since he didn’t have any great works or passions of his own, his “job” was to carry on Míriel Þerindë’s legacy. If he had objected to this or found something else to do with his life, Fëanáro would have given way, but Maitimo prior to meeting Findekáno was okay with having an arranged marriage. This wasn’t a decision made in spite of his feelings - he’d never said he wasn’t all right with it.

Findekáno would probably be drifting through life without really any sense of purpose - I’m going to assume that history goes very differently if they don’t meet, because not meeting implies that even the Darkening doesn’t quite go as planned - and I think he’d have settled for the single life, floating from party to party and social event to social event without ever really being rooted in something.

GENERAL:

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Findekáno was the one who insisted they become proper friends and start spending time together, and who introduced Maitimo to the joys of fucking around in the meadows outside Tirion on their free days. He was bold, and intense, and bright, and constantly smiling. But it was Maitimo who confessed his feelings. They went out one day - it was Finno’s begetting day, and Maitimo had gotten him a falcon (they took up falconry as an excuse to be out and about and alone for days, but they’d been using Finwë’s mews and Finwë’s birds) and they were with their horses and their birds, and Maitimo very shyly admitted that what he felt was more than friendship.

Finno kissed him, and he almost fell out of his saddle and off his mare.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Their height difference is a little ridiculous. Maitimo is eight and a half feet tall, which is Very Tall by elvish standards. Finno is seven feet tall, which is on the taller side of “average” - his mother Anairë is taller than he is, and Artanís is like 7′9″. He comes up to about his husband’s sternum. Maitimo isn’t really built, though? He’s actually quite delicate and slender when you look at him on his own, but compared to quite a lot of other elves he’s buff as hell just by virtue of needing to be muscular to move all those bones around. Their age difference is actually something that’s kind of hard to calculate but I’ve worked it out - Maitimo is 90 solar years older than Finno, he was about the human equivalent of eighteen when his husband was born. They met for the first time when Maitimo was 190 solar years old and Finno was 100 solar years old - they were both adults, in the same stage of life.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

It depends on the social situation tbh! Findekáno tends to take the lead in most things that involve being a bright and shiny polite happy public figure, because he’s charismatic and intuitive and good at that kind of thing, but Maitimo will lead if it’s one of his few areas of expertise or if his husband is floundering. He does have a flair for the dramatic and it’s a very natural thing for him.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

They both do, because they’re fortunate enough to have a telepathic bond that lets them communicate silently in a room full of other people. It made for some fascinating council meetings the few times they wound up sharing a space in that way.

LOVE:

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Elves don’t really have cheesy pick-up lines, but they’ve both fallen victim to sappy poetry. Maitimo probably holds the record there for sheer number of dumb things he’s said solely for the purposes of getting Finno’s attention, though. There are. A Lot of those.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Maitimo. Always, constantly. His primary method of affection and of emotional expression is “Kiss Husband” and he does it all the time.

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

I’m excluding sex from this because the answer to that question is “sex”, honestly. They like cooking (Maitimo cooks and Finno watches him), and going riding, and one time Maitimo climbed the side of a cliff and Finno went along with it solely to stare at his ass. Finno is terrible at archery and at the harp but he’ll do both of those things because they make his husband happy. They like reading, and discussing what they’ve read, and if they’d had the chance they would have enjoyed the theater.

9. Who’s more protective?

see this is sort of a weird question because like

Maitimo is Obviously Protective. He glowers, and he glowers protectively, and he does things like plant spies in Nolofinwë’s household so he can keep an eye on his husband’s movements. He considers himself Findekáno’s guard, and he’s very very paranoid so he’s very very good at guarding. (The one time he saves Findekáno from orcs and from Sauron he has several mental breakdowns all at once.) Maitimo is the obvious answer here.

But Finno will cross a room in half a second and vault over like sixteen tables to smack you with his riding glove and demand you duel him if he’s all the way on the other side of the hall and thinks he heard you considering insulting Maitimo.

It goes both ways tbh.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

The in-universe songs that apply to their relationship are basically all written about them, lol. I tend to headcanon that the song Findekáno sang is preserved through the ages to some extent and its ultimate form is the song that Sam sings in the tower of Cirith Ungol? So take that as you will.

Out of universe... well, I have a shitton of playlists, but I’ll leave you with the song that inspired my Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang fic, “Last Train Home” by Ryan Star.

13. Who remembers the little things?

It depends on the little things. Maitimo remembers every detail of every military operation he ever devised, but Findekáno remembers what day of the week it is.

DOMESTIC LIFE:

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Gil-galad would have been their kid in a happier world. He’s the biological son of Lalwendë Finwiel and Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod, sent to Barad Eithel when his mother and father were missing-presumed-dead after the Dagor Bragollach, and Findekáno adopted him as his ward and heir but didn’t keep him in Hithlum due to the danger.

(They do, however, have three additional children that they don’t find out about until Valinor, because Sauron is a mad scientist and he had unrestricted access to Maitimo for sixty years, and because Findekáno bled all over the Thangorodrim cliff-face when he slammed face-first into it. Those children are Autamar Autahala, whom I’ve mentioned before (he’s their eldest and the only one who’s descended from both of them), and Alya and Ailinwë, twins who are descended solely from Maitimo. Their three kids show up at their house one day, the same ages as they were when they all died, and that’s a fun time for everyone.)

Gil-galad is brave and fair and just and all that good shit you need to be a king. Autamar is kind of terrifying because growing up in Angband and being groomed to be a puppet ruler will do that to you, but he’s very smart and very dry-witted. Alya and Ailinwë died when they were quite young, but they’re very bright, and Alya is as fond of horses as Maitimo is. She also likes knives.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Maitimo. He’s got more experience parenting, as opposed to Finno who died and then suddenly found out that his ward had claimed him as a father - Maitimo basically raised his four youngest siblings, and Elrond and Elros, and he’s very good at being the strict dad. It’s the one thing he’s actually strict about outside his military work. But he’s actually a giant marshmallow underneath his stern exterior and he really wants to be a good father.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

This is a non-answer but they don’t kill bugs as a rule they’ll either let them outside or allow predator bugs to live in their spaces - lots of spider neighbors who pay rent by eating gnats. But as a rule Maitimo will do the gross or unseemly things just because he wants them done. Finno is a bit more of an obvious coward when it comes to those things.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Maitimo doesn’t sleep as often as Findekáno does, but Findekáno can usually entice him into coming back to bed.

11. Who likes to dance?

Maitimo is the one who really truly loves partnered dancing. He leads. Findekáno can and will dance alone, but it’s only after he marries that he truly becomes enchanted by the high romance of a good querië.

#guys this is long this is SO LONG #RUSSINGON #absynthe's headcanons #tolkien #moriquendii #replies

[saelwen]

Melkor x Psycho!Human!Reader

Melkor x Psycho!Human!Reader

A request by a lovely anon:

Here's an idea. How about Melkor and psychopath reader? Melkor takes interest in reader who lacks emotions and empathy then later finds out about their violent behavior. It's bit weird idea but that was only thing in mind when I thought about what could fit with Melkor.

Hi! I love your work!! Can we get melkor x human!reader fluff?

Oml I love your writing so much 😭😭 i wish we had more silm writings!! Could we get Melkor fluff with a human so? Like a lay in bed lazy day kind of thing. ❤️❤️

Masterlist

Warnings: A bit of gore, Fluff, Smut?

Words:1,500

A/n: So I thought of making all of these three requests together. I hope you don’t mind!

The smell of smoke fills your lungs, making a bit difficult to breathe but nothing you could handle. Before you were a sea of massive orcs and other horrible creatures training like dogs, fighting each other.

A wicked smile spread through your lips as you see one of the orcs fall down the dirty ground, black blood spilling everywhere. The others stop and look to the death partner lying on the floor.

“Let him be an example of his weakness!” You snarl to them, seeing the most horrifying creature tremble before you. Looking at you with fear in their black eyes. You walk down the stones steps slowly, your e/c eyes studying every orc in front of you. “Your Dark Lord had asked me to train his miserable army since none of you could bring him victory!” You stop in front of a massive orc, noticing his eyes full of disgust towards you.

“And what a human girl like you could teach us?” he growls, spiting to your feet.

Your smile becomes even more wicked and lets out a chilling laugh, making the orc look down at you confused. You pull your dagger quickly and cut off both of his large hands, forcing a painful cry escape from his rough lips.  

The other orc looks at you with wide eyes, seeing your face taint with black blood.  

“You fucking slut!” the handless orc scream, looking down to his hands lying on the floor.

You grab a fist of his dirty hair and force his head up, making him look at you in the eyes. “You’re right! I’m a slut but I'm a kinda different slut.” you let out a giggle and rub the sharp blade on his cheek, opening a small cut there. “I’m a slut for blood!” with that you put the blade in the corner of his mouth and slice open, making him a new smile.  

His screams and whimpers were like music for your ears, making your giggles even louder. Suddenly, the orcs beside you gasp and kneel down. You lift your head and your smile grew even more as you see your beloved Dark Lord walking towards you, with Sauron close behind.

“I see that you’re having fun, Y/n.” his voice was husky and deep, making you shiver in excitement. His dark eyes looking the bloody mess that you made with amusement, a smirk on his lips. The light of the silmarils made his sharp features accent, showing all his beautiful pale skin.

“This orc was a little dull so I put a smile on his face!” you said happily, letting go of the orc’s hair which made him fall on the ground with a whimper.  

Melkor let out a chuckle and clean some of the black blood from your cheek, putting two fingers under your chin and lifting up. “You’re such a kind person, my little human. Giving smiles to our lovely orcs!” he looks down to the whimpering handless orc and laugh. “I swear that I thought I've made you stronger...but oh well! Sauron!” he called, making the red-haired ainur step forward.

“Yes, Master?” he said calmly, waiting for his Lord orders.

“Throw this disgusting creature to your wolves! I’m sure that they will like him very much.” Melkor said with a wicked smile on his face which made your pants wet from excitement.

Sauron nods and drag the orc to the wolves cave, the orc scream and plead to his master for mercy but Melkor only shrug and kiss you hungrily, moaning at the flavor of the blood on your lips.  

“God...You’re so sexy when you are bathed in blood!” he whispers to you, making you smile sweetly. He picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his strong waist and begin walking towards his Palace.

“Where are we going, my Lord?” you asked while pampering his handsome face with kisses.

He chuckles and slaps your ass cheek, forcing a squeal to fell from your lips. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. You hum in contentment and begin playing with long silky dark hair, making a small braid.

“What kind of surprise?” you asked with a smirk, rocking your core against his front which earns you another slap on your ass.

“You will see. Now, behave Y/n!” he said with an erotic smirk on his lips.

----

Melkor put on the floor when you two arrive at your shared chambers. He walks towards his desk and opens the drawer, grabbing a black box from it.

You stay still in the middle of the room, a devilish smile on your lips. He walks to you and opens the box, making you gasp at the beautiful piece of jewelry inside. It was an all-black necklace, cover with small pearls that remind you of a dark sky full of shining stars. In the middle of the necklace was a beautiful obsidian stone, shining with the light of the candles.

“It’s beautiful, Melkor...” you whisper softly, awe with the piece of jewelry in front of you.

“I made it myself,” he said while taking the necklace from the box and walks behind you, telling to grab your h/c locks. He put the heavy necklace around your neck, his long fingers stroking gently your skin there. He leans down and kisses your neck softly, his cold lips against your feverish skin. “I put a small spell on it...” he whispers against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

“A small spell?” you asked, rubbing the obsidian stone with the tip of your finger.

“Yes... A spell that will make you immortal as long you wear the necklace.” your eyes bulge as he said those words. Immortal?!  

You turn back, your eyes fixed on his black ones. “Immortal?... So that’s means-”

“It means that you will be mine forever... mine to love,” he leans down and kisses your neck hungrily. “Mine to fuck,” he moves his lips to your jaw, nibbling your sensitive skin there. “My human!” his words were full of possession and love, which made you smile proudly since you have made the mighty Dark Lord fall in love with a silly little human.

He looks down to you, smiling sweetly at you. “And I will be yours... You will be the Queen of all Middle-Earth!” with that he crushes his soft lips against yours, kissing you hungrily.

He swallows your moans, pushing his warm tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. His large hands move to your ass and squeeze greedily, making you giggle.

“Shall I show my King how much I love him?” you asked while pushing him into the soft bed, making you both fell into the mattress.

“I think you should, My Queen.” he whispers against your lips.

You giggle and rip his armor off his strong body, baring his pale skin to your eyes. You kiss his chest and begin moving down and down until you were face to face with his mighty cock that had made you cum so many nights.

“I can’t wait to fuck you for centuries!” you said while kissing the tip of his massive member.

----

Sauron let out a tired sigh a while playing with his breakfast on the plate, huge dark circles under his golden eyes.  

The giant doors open and Melkor and you walk inside the dining room with a huge grin in your glowing faces, which annoyed more Sauron.

You two sat beside Sauron, letting the slaves put your plates in front of you. You look to Sauron with a smirk and giggle.

“Why the long face, Sauron?” you asked while biting a piece of bread.

Sauron shot you a glare and huff. “You know why!” he said while sipping his coffee. “You two passed all NIGHT fucking! Your screams and moans could be heard in ALL motherfucking Arda!” he stood up and walks towards the door. He stops and looks back at you with a small smirk.  

“And by the way...Good Morning , my Queen.” with that he left the room.

Melkor chuckles and shook his head, looking down at you with a smirk. “I told you that I would make your screams be heard in all Arda!” he said with a proud grin.  

You giggle and rest your head on his strong shoulder, letting out a happy sigh. “Do we have some elves in our dungeons?” you asked while playing with his hair.

“Yes...Why do you ask, my Queen?” Melkor knew very well why as he sees the wicked smile on your lips.  

“I want to test my new daggers, my King.”He let out a booming laugh and gave you a soft kiss in the lips.  

“Go have your fun, my love,” he said with soft voice.

You giggle and stood up, giving a small kiss on his cheek. “I will, my love.”

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new One-Shot with Melkor!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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[luna-redamancy]

You Always Find Your Way Back Home- Part Eleven

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“Thranduil, you need to accept that she’s gone and is never coming back,” Thranduil’s advisor spoke softly as to not anger the king with the infuriating words that slipped past his lips. Thranduil was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, his hair greased to his head like he hasn’t bathed in days. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth. 

Thranduil couldn’t focus on himself, his only focus was you, your wellbeing, your whereabouts, if you were alive or not. 

“Bold of you,” Thranduil began, his voice icy where you might expect it to be emotional. “-To assume that I will give up on finding out what happened to the love of my life,” Thranduil’s words ended off in a growl, his fist clenching as he raised his eyes to glare at the elf before him. 

“Now leave my throne room before I behead you where you stand,” Thranduil’s voice never wavered, it was just straight venom as his royal advisor was quick to leave the room, knowing he went too far with his ‘advice’. 

The room became silent, Thranduil’s mind drifting as he rested his head on his fist, staring at everything yet nothing at the same time. 

“Why’re you so pouty, my king?” You asked with a teasing smile on your lips as you entered the throne room, your hair pulled back into a thick braid, your dress long and (f/c), wrapping delicately around your form as you strolled into the throne room.

Thranduil sat with his chin resting on top of his fist, a glower formed on his face, his eyebrows knit together in what? You didn’t know. But you were going to find out. 

Taking his silence as a go-ahead, you slipped your hands over his shoulders, rubbing carefully. “I think you need to relax, you worry too much,” You cooed, moving to press a kiss to his forehead, only to knock your nose against his crown. 

A small chuckle left Thranduil as he pulled off his crown, leaning his head back to stare at you. 

“Better?” 

“Much,” You mumbled, now moving to kiss him, your lips locking together as his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

Sighing happily when you two parted lips, you smiled softly. “Everything works out in the end, if it’s not working out, then it simply isn’t over,” You cooed, now cupping his cheek as you stared at him lovingly.

“It isn’t over,” Thranduil recited, eyes now coming back into focus as he stared around the room.

After days of scouring through websites, forums, books, and even the yellow pages, you found a possible helping hand. 

“Alvina, the lady of magic and wonders,” You recited the name you found, her name rolling off your tongue as you realized one thing. “Alvina…Meaning ‘Elf-Friend’,” Your lip quirked up for the first time since you’ve been gone, amusement filling your eyes. 

“If it’s a scam then I’ll just keep researching other possibilities,” You told yourself as you fought internally. One side of you wanted to throw yourself at this woman’s knees and beg for help, another side of you thought you were crazy for even considering going to such a ‘sham’.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes focused on the artesian looking sign in the glass door saying “Welcome”. 

“It’s now or never,” You pushed your doubts aside and pulled the door open, a gentle chime letting whoever was inside of your arrival. 

“Welcome,” A sultry voice called out, moving from behind a curtain of beads, a green tea smelling incense burning in the shop. 

“A…Are you Alvina?” You questioned, eyes wandering over her form to take in her appearance. She was tall and thin, her hair white and pin-straight, drifting down to her waist. A soft smile played on her lips as she took you in as well. 

Putting the pieces together, you realized what you were dealing with. An elf that somehow came to the universe you both are stuck in right now.

“You look bewildered,” She commented, her head tilting slightly. 

“How did you get here?” You explained, wondering if she somehow arrived just as you, through a cruel twist of fate. 

“What do you mean?” Alvina asked, eyes narrowing as she took a minuscule step back, the beads rattling. 

“You’re an elf, your name means ‘Elf-Friend,’ tell me, how long have you been in this realm?” You questioned, keeping your eyes focused on hers, as she seemed to be weighing her options. 

Realizing she was almost scared to say anything, you dragged your eyes away to the herbs and crystals on the shelves. 

“I was put in this realm by force,” You began, letting your eyes wander. “I was the queen of the Woodland realm, my husband loved me dearly…” You felt your eyes prick with tears. “I had a child, but a babe,” You sighed before dragging her eyes over to her again. 

“How did you get here?” You questioned as she seemed to settle down, her shoulders not tensed anymore, now leaning on the counter. 

“Sick trick of fate,” Alvina huffed, looking over to the herbs just as you did. “I was on my way to fill up a bucket of water, my home not too far away within the woodlands, my courtee tending to our plants while I was gone…” Her lip almost began to tremble as she sighed. 

“Dark magic split a hole in the realm, taking me in it, landing me in a life I never wanted.” 

“How do we get back? Is there any way that we can fix this, in this realm?” You questioned, taking a step toward her. 

A laugh left her throat, “You don’t think I’ve tried?! Only whatever caused this to happen can reverse it. Whatever dark magic brought this curse must be destroyed, then, and only then, would things get reversed and fate would be back on course,” She huffed, a scowl now on her face. 

“Like… A dark magic ring?” Your eyebrow quirked, a knowing look crossing your face. The piece of paper you had at home, the words now burning in your mind. 

“What kind of ring?”

“One ring to rule them all…”

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. 

“The ring of Sauron,” She began, “Was lost long ago, never to be seen again.”

Darting out your tongue to wet your lips you stared back at her. “Do you think a resurfacing of the ring, the ring being used, could cause this?” 

You knew Gandalf believed the resurfacing of the ring could cause the spell to be reversed but you wanted another ‘magical’ opinion.

“You bet your royal ass it could.” 

-

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate–this one doom.” Elrond began, his heart heavy with worry about the coming fate of their realm now that he has received the news of the biggest threat to peace resurfacing, the One Ring.

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[gelenka-daria]

Do you think Manwë ever popped for a visit to Melkor in Angband? I mean, he's a Vala it shouldn't be that hard, I know it's impossible canon-wise but do you ever THINK ;_;

lmao melkor would instantly know he was there because - aside form their bond that no betrayal nor time could ever sever, they were one being split in two after all, that's his other half he's sensing - the weather does a complete 180, traces of soot and ash receding, infested angband air clearing. around him, his subordinates gasp as clean, crisp air enters their ragged lungs, looking at each other like, bro, are we high? WHAT IS THIS? and a couple of steps down from him, his lieutenant is confused but already halfway to putting two and two together.

"leave me," melkor would command, "all of you." he stresses when sauron doesn't budge. the maia jolts at the chilly tone and glare he's given, hunching after a hesitant pause and following gothmog out of the throne chamber.

"you have some nerve," melkor says when he's finally alone, "coming here." 

glistening mist gathers in the middle of the room, taking shape, tendrils of gray smoke shifting and there he is, grace given form and sticking out like a sore thumb despite his dark simple robes because imagine beautiful, ethereal manwë in gloomy, grisly angband. i digress.

manwë says nothing, eyes trailing over melkor's form. melkor sits there, steaming in slowly shriveling self-esteem, aware of the contrast in his looks between last time they'd seen each other and now. melkor remembers it, all too well. he had held manwë, kissed him, touched him with then whole hands now tarnished, face devoid of scars, an endless chorus of one last time, one last time, just one last time cause bitch knew he was about to do some seriously fucked up shit and it was probably his last chance to tap that ass.

"melkor," is all manwë says, looking less guarded and more calm and collected, as you do.

"manwë," melkor reclines back, all blasé nonchalance cause homeboy would rather give up his remaining silmarils than admit to having pined for his brother for a millennia, it's already hard enough to keep still and chill after hearing that voice after such a long time, "you are here by yourself?"

"yes." 

tension leaks out of melkor like blood from an open wound, thank dad, the last thing he needs is tulkas around swinging his fist about and punching melkor's teeth in. "how unwise."

"i suppose." manwë looks like he wants to get closer, but opts to letting his gaze sweep about the room before settling back on melkor, "even so, what can you do to me?" 

CAUSE WHAT CAN YOU DO TO THE LORD OF THE WINDS? NO ONE CAN TOUCH A HAIR OF MANWË'S UNLESS HE LETS THEM HE IS FREE AND UNATTAINABLE AND COULD  FADE AWAY BEFORE MELKOR HAS THE CHANCE TO REACH OUT I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. plus you can't kill a vala and melkor is very much aware of this fact and is put under much stress by it courtesy to his ever residing mortality and decreasing power. 

melkor's mouth curls into something twisted. manwë wouldn't be here if he wasn't so sure. "what brings you, then, oh highest, to my humble abode? dare i presume to have been missed?" 

"terribly," manwë says, very much matter-of-factly, it is what it is.

"is that so," melkor says, coolly, as if his inner-workings have not capsized. "you have always been a sentimental fool, little brother." 

manwë doesn't say anything for a minute, then finally moves, closing the distance between himself and a large window with leisurely strides, his hair gently fluttering behind him, boundless strands of silver moonlight which melkor absolutely, definitely, and without question does not want to run his fingers through. manwë radiates a gentle, holy light, a light of which melkor had long since lost, illuminating this dark chamber and he must feel like home, smell like home. melkor just knows he does. 

"i wanted to see for myself," manwë finally says, "no matter how hard i try, how long i persist, my eyes could not go through, whatever it is you did here, i was blind to," before melkor starts priding himself on succeeding to hide his stronghold from his brother's all-seeing gaze, manwë speaks again, his tone hushed, "do you recall, brother, in days long past, when you used to tell us of how you wanted to shape arda in your vision?" 

no. melkor's grip on the armrests tighten and pain pulses through his already aching hands. "do not." 

manwë looks out, eyes taking in barren ground, jarring sharp angles from rocky surfaces, darkened, fumy skies, orcs warped and bowed to the point of no recognition by melkor's own hands, balrogs, dragons. so many trapped souls in this place, so many. melkor would never confess to being one of them. "is this it?"

"manwë."

"is this your vision, mbelekhūrūz?" there is sorrow in manwë's voice, in his eyes, melkor sees it all the better once there is barely any space between them to speak of, he doesn't know how he'd gotten this close, only hopes he'd been steady about it, manwë cannot, will not, see him limp. impaired by a damned elf. he'd been disgraced enough times as it is.

"how dare you," he seethes, burning amber locking unto bitter blues, petulancy and sulkiness leaking from his sour expression into the marginal space between them like sulphur, rotten and stale and dense, his black, brutal hands aching to grab, to tear, to inflect pain, to never let go, ever again, "have you forgotten who is at fault here?"

cue obligatory melkor rant-speech of how his creativity was hampered, his crown stolen, his brethren turning on him, he had no choice, his hand was forced, YOU made me do this manwë.

said elder king counters back, just as furiously, how melkor had always had the habit of bending the truth in the direction of his own interest, warping it with such vigor that it began to barely resemble its mould in his own mind. even after everything he'd done, manwë let him out, forgave him, kept him by his side, had trusted in his change. he'd been doing so good. did he have to break his promise to manwë? did he have to spread lies and turn the noldor against them? did he have to kill finwë? steal the silmarils? destroy the trees? is his creativity hampered here too? manwë would ask while pointing outside. would this have been valinor? the whole of arda? had you had your way? look what you'd done. look. is this your vision, mbelekhūrūz?

in the end manwë wouldn't be able to take being there, and leaves as quickly as he came after letting off all this steam, leaving melkor absolutely enraged, but most of all, feeling alone and heartsore and absolutely wretched. 

on a side note i do headcanon that melkor tried to do good after being released from the halls but you can't take the melkor out of the melkor in the end i guess.

#melkor #manwë #melkor x manwë #lmao this got a bit long and drabbly and frankly dumb as hell #i’m sorry anon i probably didn’t this as seriously as you wanted me to 😬 #anonymous #tolkien

[catyo90]

Please...Come Back (Thranduil x WifeReader)

Requested by @anilynsworld

Tagging: @thorins-magnificent-ass

It was a cold foreboding day in the middle of March. Y/n had been walking around through the wooden halls for the past few hours. The noises from beyond the border could not be heard, but of late her dreams had been cursed with nightmares with the dark speech invading her thoughts. She covered her ears as the vision of thousands of orcs on the march and the screams and wails of others fighting with metal clashing together filled her mind beyond all comprehension.

“Momma?”

Y/n thoughts were cleared as she looked down to see her daughter tugging on her dress. Her daughter had her features all except one, her eyes were that of her father. As piercing as the sky on a clear day. She smiled as she brought her daughter up in a sweet embrace.

“Are you alright, my dear Enetarï.”

“I can hear the thunder drawing closer.”

The small innocent voice she spoke in cause Y/n to fake a smile as she watched the halls to see a few of the woodland elves leaving though the thick roots of the trees, away from the borders to the east leaving to the west, preparing to leave Middle Earth forever, never to return. Only those who could fight had stayed behind to fight side by side with their king. 

“Remember my dear, The storms soon shall fade and the sun shall shine evermore.”

Her daughter smiled as she walked them away back into the palace of the realm. As they entered she noticed a few elves outfitting their armor and readying their weapons for the morning. A few servants arrived offering them water and rest, no one dared speak of what was to come.  As they ventured up the stairs, Y/n placed Enetarï down but holding her hand as they walked up,  Enetarï laughed to herself as she started to hop up the stairs seeing her mother smile at such a sight as every two steps she would jump she saw her mother gracefully walk up them. As the entered the great hall, Y/n turned her head to see the sun setting through the small gaps of the trees and showering down through the thicket only faintly. The fateful time was nearing.

Past the great hall, Y/n looked to see a few servants smiling to her daughter while bowing their heads in respect. The voices of singing elven-maidens surrounded the holy temple as they prayed to the Valar as the gentle cool air embraced everyone. As Y/n and reached the halls leading to their bedrooms, Y/n picked her up and laid her down on the bed gently pulling the satin covers over her.

“Emel, would you please sing me to sleep.”

“Of course.”

“With a sigh, You turn away With a deepening heart. No more words to say. You will find, That the world has changed Forever  And the trees are now turning from green to gold And the sun is now fading I wish I could hold you Closer Time and tide will sweep all away”

As her voice trailed off she looked down to see her little Enetarï fast asleep. She placed a small kiss on her forehead as she bushed a strand of hair away. Stood up and blew up the lights closing the door as she left. As she stood there, tears began to fall down her cheeks. The fear of losing and her and Thranduil entered her mind once more as she tried to silence her sobs as she went to her own chambers, there sat Thranduil sitting down looking over what seemed to be battle layouts. As he looked up he showed instant worry on his face as he walked up to her holding her to him. She fell to the floor on her knees crying into her hands and the horrifying fact that this night could very much be there last.

“Don’t go tomorrow...Please, nín meleth. Please don’t fight.”

“I must...”

“No, you don’t. Stay here where it’s safe. With me...With Enetarï. The army can handle themselves, you don’t need to risk your life. Please....please”

Her arms fell down his as her hands felt so cold in his. He held her hands together in his. Listening to her sobs fade away as her tears soon ran out.

“Y/n...This is our home, this is Enetarï’s home. It has protected us and the free folk against the darkness for more than a millennium. I will not leave it undefended...Especially when those I cared and loved through all those years stood by my side. And our daughter, who deserves a life of peace.”

Y/n looked up at him, knowing full well that he was right but in turn, he understood her feelings. The love of the elves was unmatched. Through immortal they are able to see great and terrible things come to pass, but to love someone for so long, the fear of losing them becomes too great for any mortal to comprehend. He had been with Y/n for over a thousand years and the day their beautiful daughter was brought into their world. 

Thranduil helped Y/n stand up and walked her to the bed. Letting her rest as he laid next to her. Thranduil’s heard the door to their room open to see Enetarï standing there, rubbing her eyes.

“Come here, my dear,” Thranduil said in a calm voice offering his hand to her. She took it to feel herself being picked up and placed on the bed. She smiled as her mother opened her arms for her to lay in. Thranduil blew out the rest of the candles as he went to sleep on the other side draping the blankets over the three of them. Knowing that in the morning their fate would be left in the hands of the Valar.

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The sound of the birds cawing loudly awoke Y/n to find her daughter still asleep in her arms but Thranduil nowhere in sight. She gently woke Enetarï up as she held her in her arms, leaving the room toward the city gate she saw the armies prepared to march out into battle. Y/n heard the footsteps behind her. She turned to see him in his regal armor with his eyes upon the army before them. He turned to Y/n and  Enetarï, placing a hand on the tiny child’s head and kissing her forehead. She, in turn, wrapped her small arms around his neck.

“Ada...”

He sighed as he placed a hand on her back smiling at the innocent gesture. He smiled at her, ruffling her hair a bit turning his gaze to Y/n seeing a tear fall down her cheek. Thranduil wiped the tear away, as she embraced him and both of them kissed very gently. Thranduil bowed his head bringing his hand to his heart as he walked past her toward the army, mounting a pure white stag. As the armies left, following their king into battle. The sounds of Sauron’s forces only a little ways away from the border. Y/n and Enetarï stayed there from dawn to dusk waiting for his return. 

#fluff #angst #thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #lee pace #requested #fanfic #lotr #hobbit #reader insert #romance #enjoy

[letmewritemylife]

Like Father, Like Son (Part 1)

My name is revenge and I'm here to save my name. - Shinedown (My Name)

A/N  Stephen only does a small appearance because his brain short-circuited for overload of cuteness (but can we blame him tho?)

TRIGGER WARNINGS Referenced abuse, referenced abusive parents

A blond guy throws Lara a look as she pummers the punching bag hard enough to almost break it, but he soon decides to move past her upon Jonathan's deadly glare. Lara smirks at him before kicking the bag. "Stay down, Fido."

Jonathan cocks an eyebrow, offended, and stops the punching bag from hitting his face. "Shut up and don't destroy your brand new muscle," he comments sarcastically and she scoffs.

She walks past him and reaches for her bag. "May I go to the locker room or you'd rather give someone else a dirty look before?"

He grins and follows her into the corridor. "If you wanted to kick his ass later on, you just had to ask." She giggles and swats his arm away playfully. "Also, it's either me or Dumbledore."

She sighs as she reaches for the door of the locker room. "I need no bodyguard, thank you very much."

He gasps, something he does way too often just for the sake of drama. "I'm your brother. It's my God-given right to-"

"Annoy me," she interrupts him before closing the door behind her.

The locker room is almost empty, the only women around being instructors or very loyal customers. Lara abandons her bag on a lonely bench in the corner of the room, a spot that allows her to see everyone and everything. She removes the bandages around her hands and takes a sip of water. She has barely the time to swallow that her phone is ringing. The screen shows Elize's contact information and Lara is fast to answer, sitting down before her still recovering leg starts aching. "Hey. Need anything?"

"Tony called me. He said he wanted to talk to you but you weren't answering your phone." The woman leans with her side against the windowsill, smiling when her gaze meets a black motorcycle parking by the house.

Lara secures her phone between her face and shoulder and proceeds to change from her training gear into her casual clothes. "He doesn't seem to have tried too much, since I've been training for what? An hour?"

Elize grins. "Actually," she points out, "you and Jon have been gone for three hours at least."

She sighs. "Fair enough, I'll call him back."

"Great. Now I have to go. Oh and tell your brother that I will not be home tonight," she replies with a wide smile as she walks downstairs.

Lara smirks. "Okay, whatever. But keep in mind that tomorrow I want absolutely no detailed description of whatever you've done." She lets her tank top fall in the bag, adding it to the pile of dirty laundry. "Or who."

The Avengers Headquarters are even more crowded than usual, probably owing to some mission that has just been completed. As she walks down the main hallway, Lara inspects all the agents around her. Sam waves his hand when he walks past her and she smiles, until her attention is drawn by a loud crash coming from the nearby room. Lara looks inside through the open door and widens her eyes at the sight of a teenager on the floor. He seems even younger than Parker and looks out of place as he suddenly sits up upon seeing Lara. He moves a hand through his pale hair and looks down ashamed, failing to hide the trail of blood coming out of his nose.

Something snaps inside of Lara and she crouches before him, wrapping a hand around his face and forcing him to look at her. "Are you okay?" she asks as she wipes away the blood from his face. She's almost surprised by how warm his skin is.

He nods, but immediately moves his gaze away from her face and back on the floor. In that moment Tony walks in accompanied by Nick Fury. "I see you've already met our new kid," the inventor says as she helps the teen up.

"Your what?"

Nick takes a step forward. "We found him in an Agency X base. We called you here to talk about his situation."

The boy abruptly looks up, a mix of fear and anxiety written on his pale face. He throws a glance at Nick, then Lara, then Tony and Lara again. She furrows her brows. "I'm not sure I understand what I have to do with him."

Nick gestures to her to come closer and the two retreat to a corner. "He was a part of a project by Agency X. We really don't know what they did to him as he hasn't said a single word yet. We only know he was the only one to survive whatever experiments they were working on and that he is supposed to have some sort of powers."

She arches a brow. "And?"

"And you could train him a little," he concludes, straightening up. "I mean, your powers may even be similar, don't you think?"

Lara scoffs. "Like I know what I do when I use my powers!" She takes a step back. "I can't even train myself properly, how am I supposed to train someone else?"

Nick crosses his arms. "Well, you better figure that out because from tomorrow on that kid's training is your responsibility." He walks past her and gestures Tony to follow him, then turns back to her. "I'll go get you all the information you may need, wait here with the kid," he says before leaving.

Lara sighs. She crosses her arms tightly on her chest and moves closer to the teen. "Looks like I'm your trainer now," she says.

He keeps his gaze on the floor. "Yes, miss."

"At least he is polite." She looks around the room and at the utter chaos around her, almost as if there had been a storm inside the place. "May I know what happened here? Just out of pure curiosity," she asks with a smirk, eyes still on him. He swallows heavily but doesn't answer. "Oh sh*t." She places a hand on his shoulder, which makes him turn his head slightly to the side. His eyes then set on her face, a look of extreme surprise on his face. "Listen, I have done way worse than messing up a room, so as long as you don't kill anyone in front of me we are fine. What happened?"

He stammers for a couple seconds, but finally manages to answer. "I- I don't know. I just… The lights were turned off so… I touched the switch and this happened."

She nods. "Are you okay?"

He looks even more surprised. "Uhm, yes miss."

"Good." She smiles and turns to the door. Tony hands him a folder and she brows through the pages, then she turns back to the teen. "Well, see you tomorrow then. Is nine o'clock fine?" He nods promptly and she smiles again. "Great, bye."

Back at the Sanctum, she abandons her bag in the corner of the library. She then collapses face first onto the couch, letting out a groan. Stephen stifles a laugh and gets up from his chair. "Long day?"

She looks up and gives him a dirty look. "Have you guys finally defeated Sauron?"

He rolls his eyes and sits down on the small portion of the couch not occupied by her. "Not without you, Frodo."

She gets up on her elbows and arches a brow. "Kinda called for it, right?" she groans loudly and manages to sit more or less properly, her legs on Stephen's lap. "I need your help."

He leans back, arms crossed and hands covered in his yellow gloves. Today his hands have really decided to start acting up. "What for?"

"How do I train someone who is one hundred percent scared of me, barely talks to me and that I know nothing about?"

Stephen laughs sarcastically. "Anything else?"

"Oh and an indefinite amount of traumas, for what I know up to now."

He sighs. "Well, you should probably start with talking with him. Don't go too deep and tell him something about yourself too." The cloak joins them and starts pushing him playfully against Lara. He lets out a groan as the sentient relic wraps around his arm.

She muffles a giggle with the back of her hand before proceeding to free him from his sentient restraint. "Anything else? Such as how not to get a falling skyscraper on my back?" She smirks at him, her hands wrapped in thick red fabric.

He rolls his eyes. "Abandon them in the first trashcan you see before getting emotionally attached and keep pieces of clothing out of your private life."

As the cloak abandons its mission of interfering with Stephen's displays of affection, Lara huffs. "He's too old for that," she chirps. "Also, you're welcome."

He sighs loudly. "Thank you."

"Much better." She gently grabs his jaw and places a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you too for your help," she concludes as she gets up, her fingers hurrying to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

She reaches for her bag and walks upstairs. Today she feels light, free, happy and she isn't even sure if it's because of her new task or her leg finally recovering. Before getting into the shower, she examines her wound, which seems to improve by the day. Now that she thinks about it, she hasn't asked anyone about Alex yet. She doesn't know whether he is in jail or not, when his trial will be or anything like that, but as hot water runs down her body she is sure she doesn't care. No, she couldn't care less. He will pay and that's it, she doesn't want to waste her time worrying about him. Instead she should start thinking about the teen she has met not even three hours before. She knows nothing about him and, judging by Fury's words, reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files won't be much help.

As she pours shampoo on her open palm, she starts wondering about what happened to him, about what in hell would make someone so scared of everyone and everything. Brad had once told her she was scary, but it was a joke and she was doing it on purpose. She had tried to be as kind as possible to him, but apparently her attitude didn't matter to him. Or maybe he already knows her, maybe someone from Agency X told him about her and all the horrible things she has done. But this wouldn't explain his behaviour being the same with Tony and Fury too. Perhaps because they are part of S.H.I.E.L.D?

When she comes back from her mind castle, she realizes she has been standing in the shower for way too much time. Quickly drying her body and putting on the first clothes available, she plops on her bed with a loud groan. She outstretches her arm and a second later the teen's folder is in her hand. Careful not to ruin the paper with the small drops of water falling down her hair locks, she starts reading. Agent 570. Born 18th July 2010. Project 82. 

Lara rapidly brows through the pages, most of which are detailed pictures of the place he was found in: a big room with greenish walls and small windows. The almost total absence of light had been solved by hanging a couple of LEDs from the ceiling. Tables, chairs and other iron pieces of furniture were lying on the floor among the garbage, some mysterious prints left on the floor suggested a body had been there for a while. The following report confirmed, in fact, her hypothesis: the teen, whose real name had been written nowhere, had been found by a group of agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. who had stormed the place. Unfortunately the entire base was empty, probably evacuated. The only exception was the laboratory in the basement, where the poor boy was standing surrounded by corpses of scientists and other teens his age, the latter brutally slaughtered and the former electrocuted. The date coincided with his fifteenth birthday. How unfortunate.

The light of the Sun crept into the room through the small window just under the ceiling. The tiny opening was the only thing still allowing him to see the world outside his room. As he watched dark boots moving outside the base in the parking lot through the bars, he pondered how much his life had improved after his father's death. Despite all his problems, despite his violence and addictions, at least he allowed him to leave his room. Sometimes. The clicking sound of the lock opening made him turn abruptly just before a guard grabbed his arm and dragged him out of his room.

Lara tries her best to smile as brightly as possible when the teen enters the training facility. "Hey. Slept well?" she asks approaching him, trying not to think about Tony's comments on her being barely taller than a fifteen-year-old.

He nods, but upon seeing her tilting her head, manages to burp out a couple words. "Yes miss, thank you." He looks her in the eye. "You?"

"Not bad, thanks." She plops down on a weight bench, patting the spot beside her. "I wanted to talk with you a little before we started, do you mind?"

He shakes his head and sits down, looking down. "This is gonna be hard as hell," she thinks, biting her lip. "Okay, first of all: what are your abilities?" He furrows his brows, throwing her a confused glance with the corner of his eye, and she corrects the shot. "Do you have any kind of inhuman powers? Enhanced abilities? Former training? Anything on this line?"

He looks back down. "I- I am supposed to..." She leans forward, placing her forearms on her knees. "Electricity. I can- I should control electricity."

She nods, leaning back against the wall. "Good. I can work with that. And," she continues, "how often have you used your powers before?"

He gulps. "Once."

She nods and examines his behaviour. He may even look younger than he already is, all curved on his knees as to protect his vital organs from a possible attack. "Last but not least," she says with a smile. "I should have probably asked you this yesterday, but I'm not good at this kind of stuff. What's your name?"

The teen looks at her and back at the floor, extraordinarily surprised by such a banal question. She leans forward and lowers her voice a little, putting so much effort into soothing it. "I would hate to have to call you with a number, you know…"

He swallows heavily. "I'm Kevin."

She nods. "Lara," she replies with a smile.

Everything happened fast. They handcuffed him and brought him into a laboratory. He tried to understand where he was, but all he saw were bodies. Bodies of teenagers like him. Dead bodies. Slaughtered bodies. What the hell was going on?

"Okay, all you have to do is hit that target." Lara crosses her arms on her chest and tilts her head slightly to the side, examining Kevin's scared expression and his anxious gulp. "It doesn't necessarily have to be a powerful attack, just focus on accuracy. Got it?"

Her confidence in his ability not to tear the whole place down fails to reassure Kevin as he ponders the distance between him and the red target. No more than twenty feet, no wind, no one else in the room but him and her. He lets out a breath and turns to her, waiting for a sign to start.

"Whenever you're ready," she says with a slight movement of her head to the side.

He nods and looks forward, appealing to all his self-control. Energy is flowing in his veins, he can feel it, he just has to order it to hit the target. It's easy.

A thick needle pierced his skin. He screamed, a grey liquid flooding inside his veins and outstretched an arm out of instinct. Next thing he knew countless scientists, way more than he had seen at first, were pushed in all directions, their skin burnt and their eyes turned backwards. The smell of burnt meat was probably the strongest memory he had of that day, as well as the unbearable guilt. He clenched his fists, eyes wide open. What had he done…

As soon as he outstretches his arm a power discharge able to set a forest on fire leaves his palm, not only making a hole in the wall just a couple feet away from the target, but pushing him back on the floor too. He blinks his eyes as Lara rushes to his side and he brings a hand to his face, touching the trail of blood running down the side of his head. She has not even touched him that he's already sat up, staring at the wall repairing itself before his very eyes. He lets out a breath and buries his face in his hands.

Lara is about to touch his shoulder in an attempt to calm him, but a small sparkle of energy tingles her finger. "It's… not bad for a first attempt," she comments with what is probably meant to be a mouth-closed smile.

He pins his arms on his knees, a hand moving through his hair. "It's not my first attempt."

As Lara adjusts herself in a kneeling position, her magic repairs the light cables, severely damaged by the unnatural discharge. "You're talking to someone whose first attempt at magic included almost burning alive a cat," she smirks, but her joke fails to make Kevin feel better.

He laughs ironically. "You are not like me. You killed Thanos, you saved the Avengers, you fought more members of Agency X than I have ever met in my life. You do not compare."

"You're missing the part when I completely mess up everything, almost kill everyone and do nothing but training for years just to be able not to hurt others." Her expression turns serious as her gaze sets on Kevin. "You and I are more similar than I would like to admit."

"Because you're ashamed to be like a teen who can't even use his powers?" he teases, abruptly getting up and clenching his fists.

She sighs and slowly stands up, arms crossed. "Because I'd prefer not to think about the fact that there are still people who have suffered like me, if not more." 

She takes a tentative step forward, but he jumps back, suddenly upset. "How are you so sure I've suffered? You know nothing about me!"

"I see you, how you behave, how you talk, and trust me when I say I was just like you, hiding my emotions in a stupid effort to look stronger or cooler or whatever, but it led me nowhere. I want something better for you."

"No you don't, no one here does. You all just want me for my powers, you want to use me," he whines as he starts to tear up, a knot forming in his throat.

She swallows heavily. "I- Is that what they told you?"

He nods and collapses on the closest bench, crossing his arms on his knees and leaning forward as he cries. She kneels in front of him, pondering what to do. After a moment of hesitation, she decides to sit beside him and caress his back. "I'm not here to hurt you, no one is. I just want to help you, I promise." He shakes his head as his breath hitches and his rave of emotions intensifies. She bites her bottom lip and she wonders if Stephen ever felt so powerless whenever he saw her tearing up. "I can go if you want me to," she whispers.

Upon hearing no answer, she gets up and, after throwing him a last worried look, she leaves the room. But not before having cured his wound from afar.

The water running down the tap is ice cold, almost as much as the breeze coming through the open window, but after all such a tiny bathroom cools down pretty quickly. As he rinses his face, Kevin thinks about everything that has happened the day before. The cut on his forehead has almost completely disappeared, but he tries not to be grateful for it. "She's an enemy, do not forget it." But it's hard to remember it when your enemies mend your wounds and your friends cut them back open. This unforgivable weakness may be the main reason why his father never trusted him with becoming an agent. Not that he had ever expressed some sort of distrust in his abilities. Well, he had never expressed much at all.

After drying his face, he runs out of the room towards the training facility. His plan is simple: training as much as humanly possible until he's strong enough to escape and go back where he came from. He has wondered more than once why he should do it, why he should go back to a place he has always despised with all his heart and soul, a place where he was treated like a lab rat or so, and he wonders what his mother would have done. That poor woman he never got to see much seemed to have been, according to what his father had told him, a smart and brilliant woman, someone he could have always gone to for a piece of advice. And now he could really use one.

The door of the training room cracks weakly as he opens it and he sticks his head inside, glad to see nothing but training tools. He walks in, but promptly freezes in place when his eyes catch the sight of a woman doing pull-ups in a side of the room, her hands wrapped around a metal bar and her whole body a good five feet above the floor. As soon as she hears his footsteps, she sets her blue eyes on him and he could bet his soul she's scanning his whole being. After a moment, she goes back to her training and Kevin stands there, staring at her muscles tensing and relaxing under her purple tank top.

He lets out a breath and walks to the punching bag. He clenches his fists and hits it with all his strength, exhaling a breath. One punch after the other, he tries to keep up with the rhythm of her sit-ups. He tries, he really does, to imagine her face on that punching bag, to imagine her livid body instead of that brownish material, blood trailing down her face and marks all over her skin, but that vision soon leaves place to that of someone else, a tall man with broad shoulders and no hair on his head.

One punch after the other, he pours his anger into those repetitive movements as a feeling of guilt takes over him because dang it, that's not the person he should hate. The person he is supposed to despise is currently placing her feet on the wall to better land on the floor. The person he is supposed to despise is walking over to him and throwing him an inspecting look.

"Hey," she greets him coldly. Kevin stops, he doesn't even know why. He should just turn to her and punch her on the jaw. "You're gonna ruin your hands by punching like that," she says casually, not even looking him in the eye.

He nods. "Why do you even care?" Her gaze moves to the floor and she shrugs, visibly hurt. Kevin doesn't know what happens to him, he just feels stupid, really stupid. He sighs and stops the punching bag with a hand. "I mean… how am I supposed to do it?"

She outstretches an arm and clenches her fist, rotating it slowly to show him. He nods and, after following her example, begins punching the bag again. “Go on, train me. It’ll only make it easier for me to kill you,” he thinks, but a part of him is sure he could never do it and not only because of her powers. 

Lara examines his movements for a moment, then nods. “Better,” she mumbles.

She turns around and is about to leave, when Kevin stops again and calls her. “Miss?” He puts all his energy in keeping his voice from trembling. Her eyes set on his face and she locks her arms on her chest. He swallows heavily and fails to keep his gaze on her eyes, a senseless guilt taking over him. “I- Sorry… for yesterday.”

She tilts her head slightly to the side as her lips turn upwards. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” 

He nods and something crosses his mind, an idea he should be ashamed to even consider. Unfortunately he, just like his father, isn’t really one for thinking things through. “I was wondering if… you know… you still wanted to train me.” Upon her raising her eyebrow, his cheeks are lit on fire. “You don’t have to, I mean-”

She waits for a moment, pondering the situation. Finally, she decides she can still try and make it work. “Oh no, I will. I am not having another discussion with Stark about why I should spend more time with humans rather than sentient cloaks.”

Kevin widens his eyes. “What?”

She smiles. “Long story.”

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Pick up lines for the signs

aries: are you from tenessee because you’re the only ten I SEE

taurus: fuck lost my phone number can I have yours????

gemini: was your ass forged by sauron bc that shit’s precious

cancer: kiss me if i’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?!

leo: on a scale of one to AMERICA how free are you tonight

virgo: roses are red, foxes are clever, i like your ass let me touch it forever

libra: hmu on facebook

scorpio: my doctor says i’m lacking vitamin u ;)

sagittarius: *breaths heavily* pick up limes

capricorn: are you a parking ticket? ‘cause you got fine written all over you

aquarius: theres only 20 letters in the alphabet! wait, i forgot U R A Q T….and i’ll give you the D later

pisces: you must be a broom, because you’ve swept me off my feet

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