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The Ainur | With A Short Reader

Request: Can I make a request for headcanons for how the Ainur would be with a short human reader? Around 5 foot tall? Like an elf of about 6 feet would only reach up to some of their chest or lower still, considering they’re like 7-9 foot tall. Would they be cute, teasing, protective, frustrated by the height difference? P.s. I love the way you characterise all the Ainur, it really feels like their personality, you do a fantastic job. - anon

A/N: Happy to fulfil this request and learn that you enjoy my characterisations of them anon. I tend to envision the Ainur as nothing less than nine feet since they are deities and display their power through their heights. So you’re going to appear super short next to them. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Manwë

The bird was too stunned to speak. Are you a child or dwarf, certainly that could not be your final height at the end of your growth? Unfortunately, it is your complete height which makes you appear as a little bird before the great King. Now his nickname ‘little bird’ makes more sense.

He cannot fathom how you can be the same size as a bean and packed with all that sass whenever he mentions how tiny you are. You require a ladder if you ever reach his head for a ‘level-headed’ talk.

Has no issue picking you up with one hand and carrying you around like his personal comfort toy when he’s having a bad day. Anyone commenting or teasing gets a look that speaks about them receiving a bolt of lightning.

Let us not forget his avian side which is going to fawn over how adorable you are. You’re tiny and squishy, perfect for belonging in his nest where he can shower you in affection all day long.

The size difference is outstanding. Just picture a baby lying in their parents' bed, looking like a little nugget among the pillows…that’s what you appear like anytime you snuggle in his bed. On numerous occasions, he didn’t see you and almost squished you under the sheets.

With your size, it means wearing his robes and marching around his room or Ilmarin pretending to be him while he silently watches from afar. You are drowning in his robes, don’t even wear his shirt, it’s a gown on you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Irmo

Your size doesn’t change the way he’s going to shower you with ultimate love and affection. Apart from the minor teasing he’ll conduct for the fun of the situation, Irmo loves you the same way if you are tall.

A gentleman who enjoys using the opportunities when granted to lift you over puddles or streams so he can fawn over how you fit in his arms. He (and the others) can lift you with his pinkie and has done it before.

You are authorised to always sleep on his chest—you look like a kitten sleeping on his chest in his eyes—mainly because you like to roll and so does he and nothing good has arisen from you both rolling together.

Gets lost in crowds and he panics. He’ll be walking around asking if anyone has seen his little lover and he will give descriptions. “They’re about 5 feet, this short and very tiny. They look like an elfling…”

Saw children’s clothing on a walk with you in a boutique, did not know they were for children and excitedly stated, “Oh look! I believe these would look lovely on you! They even have your colours.”

Do not be upset with him, he didn’t know that it was children’s clothing. Irmo only wished to share the moment of shopping with you. But worry not, he gathers the best seamstresses and tailors to fashion you the finest wear that looks nothing like children’s clothes.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Námo

Has a smile on his face anytime you take the lead and walk in front of him, hence his reason for always telling you to lead the way. He’s a simple Vala, he wants to watch as you waddle like a duck with your short legs as you take him to Eru knows where.

Pretends to complain when you ‘borrow’ his robes because you missed him, but gushes mentally at the sight of how you’re drowning in his forever monochromatic black robes.

His viridian eyes were soft at the sight of you walking around, dragging his robes all over. The idea of complaining about getting them dirty has disappeared, and all he is thinking about is how you look like a penguin.

Your feet running across his halls are the equivalent of tiny pitter-patter and it’s how he can easily distinguish your presence; just listen for the tiny footsteps. But it never works out well when you’re among elves and lost in a crowd.

The first time you met his brother, Irmo mistook you for a child Námo adopted and congratulated his brother on softening up to the idea of children. To make matters worse, you played along—much to Námo’s annoyance—and clung to his arm, calling him ‘atar/daddy’.

Irmo was elated, you were dying of laughter and Námo was contemplating his life. He couldn’t believe this was the humour he signed up for the moment he fell in love with someone shorter than most individuals.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Ulmo

Mistook you for the child wandering the shores the first time he saw you in the distance and scolded you for playing in the deep waters without parental supervision. That was until he learned you weren’t a child and your permanent height for a lifetime.

‘Pebble’ was the most suitable nickname he gifted you since pebbles were small and cute…like you. Plus, he brings you pebbles, seashells and pearls from the ocean floor as a token of affection.

Because you’re smaller, your strokes as you swim alongside him are slower, so he’ll call the seals, dolphins or whales to swim alongside you for assistance. You’re even allowed to ride them anytime you two are swimming out in the depths.

Since Ulmo’s true form is staggering, he opts to appear around the same height as you are anytime he has to walk the earth. His favourite place to have walks would be the beach obviously.

Hand holding while watching the sunset and he’s quietly staring at your short fingers holding his larger hand. He loves holding your hand to fawn over the size. He would even slip on a cute ring with a pearl one day.

Because Ulmo is known for having no resting place as he wanders the waters of the world, he enjoys visiting your home. It’s even better if you live near a lake for him to have easier access to seeing you frequently. Cue Ulmo marvels at how small your household items are as he picks them up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Oromë

Congratulations, you are the perfect size to sit on all of his creatures (and him) to ride through the forest with him. He cannot get over your tiny figure because he knows that you’re about the same size as an elfling and all his creatures are larger than you.

Roughhousing is a thing that occurs between you both and he gets caught up in the experience to forget how easily he can send you on a trip to Estë for healing…because it has happened multiple times.

Picks you up like a sack of potatoes and slings you over his shoulder when he has to carry you somewhere and you’re being troublesome, or he wants to randomly surprise you. You’re as light as a feather as he runs with you through the forest.

Swinging from his muscular arms anytime he flexes his muscles for you? Yes, yes you do, and he loves it. Fuels his ego to know that he’s strong and his lover can climb him like a tree. Clinging to his muscular physique and probably biting him? Yes, you do that he calls you a tiny beast who needs to be tamed.

Not the type to underestimate the size of a creature you can ride because of your size but is also cautious at the same time. Wanted to gift you a Shetland pony because you were small enough to ride one, but back out last minute knowing that he would receive an earful. Gave you a giant-sized tiger or dog as a companion.

You wear his pelts and pretend to act like him, attempting to wield his bow—sweetheart, you couldn’t even draw the strings—as though you were hunting.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tulkas

No different from Oromë and will playfight with you using the strength in his pinkie finger and you’d still have to bandage some body parts because accidents happen all the time. No worries though, he praises your injuries and makes you feel as though you fought a great battle with him.

He has no doubts, dismisses your strengths and associates them with your size having seen many great warriors display outstanding strengths and feats despite their size. Instead, he encourages you to take pride in your size and all the greatness you can accomplish.

You got a workout buddy, or rather he got a new dumbbell to lift or someone to sit on his back for push-ups. Your weight is inconsequential, but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the fun in the moment.

Also picks you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you around the place, introducing you to all his close friends and elves. Anytime you need to speak ‘eye-level’ with him, instead of going to lengths to climb tables or a tree, he’ll kneel to your level.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Melkor

Getting called dwarf, child, or both the first time you meet will result in him changing the names and calling you a critter if you attempt to attack him for calling you short. Probably ‘ankle biter’ might be your new name because he denoted that small things have the most rage.

You’re a ferocious ankle-biter in his eyes whose nerves he enjoys getting on because your responses are hilarious. It’s all in jest…or maybe not.

Nothing of his will ever fit you, that also means trying to wear his crown with the Silmarils. It’s currently sitting on your neck as we speak. All you can do is make versions of his outfits tailored to your size.

You’re smaller, so his hands can cover your entire face. Know what that means? Squish your cheeks as you speak to admire how soft and dough-like they are. “Hm, ankle biter, you have remarkably soft cheeks,” he says while squishing your face.

There’s nothing you can climb on to meet his height because he makes sure that there isn’t anything around. He wants you to break your neck looking up at him (bite his ankles and he’ll reach your height).

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Eönwë

“You’re like a hummingbird minus the speed,” he chuckled upon the first sight of your tiny figure. You were lucky he didn’t consider you a lost child who wandered before him in search of help because he was ready to call you ‘child’.

I have to say, Eӧnwё is the best person to try the same ‘daddy’ prank on when you’re walking through the streets of Valimar but clinging to him and acting like a child for the elves to fawn over how adorable the interaction is. There is always an elf who inquires for you to look them in the eye and say, “This is my atya!”

His avian side adores your tininess; and makes you all the more delicate and squishable. You are never again going to leave the nest…just joking, but his protective side goes up a notch because you are TINY.

I mean, he loses you in a crowd easily and you can’t even jump high enough to show your location. You can climb a table or chair but still have to get past the sea of heads before Eӧnwё spots you.

Gets you the smaller version of everything so you don’t have to struggle with holding the larger objects. He once watched as you climbed a chair as if it were a mountain or fought with a glass of wine because the glass was too big to hold.

At least going on flights doesn’t change whether you’re extra small or bigger. Visits in the morning and takes you to watch the sunrise over the mountain from a bird’s eye view.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tilion

Doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or tall, you still look the same from his view in the sky as he guides the moon. But he does melt at the sight of you looking up at the moon.

You are forever his ‘little deer’ even though you’re probably feisty and love to bite or nibble on his arms all the time. Similar to Oromë, carries you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but more for the fun of watching your short legs dangle.

Doesn’t alter the size of any furniture so he can observe your legs dangling over the edges and sway, or the size difference between you and the table designed for a nine-foot entity.

Roughhousing is a constant must-have between you both because he adores pinning your smaller body under his and making you fight back. Tilion just wants to watch you struggle and wiggle like a worm. Bite him.

Puts you to sleep on top of him because it is the safest option unless you want to be crushed under a giant nine-foot Maia, and you look like a tiny kitten curled up on his chest. The only thing he hasn’t done is pick you up by your scruff.

He’s such a tease when it comes to you both riding through the forest. Tilion will purposefully place you behind him so you can’t see a thing and then tease you about being too small. But it’s all in jest because he’ll have you ride an elk or reindeer or even a pony that was handpicked to match your size.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Mairon

He also assumed you’re an ankle biter as well because he called you short and you were ready to attack. Please, do not release him from your tyranny because he will make fun of your height and pat your head or rest his arm atop your head when he’s resting. Again, bite him.

Complains about your short legs and how slow you are when you’re walking side-by-side but comes to you later to ask for assistance because some tool of his fell into a small hole and you’re tiny enough to get it.

Tells you that he’ll feed you to his wolves if you don’t stop clinging to him when in truth, he loves it. You’re small enough to not be a distraction as he moves about his forge or the fortress, but it’s just Mairon being a tsundere.

Doesn’t see you lying in his bed because his bed is huge and you’re extra small, so he almost lies atop your body. It’s turned into a staring match like how children stare you down without blinking.

Has a tendency to carry you around, for funsies, by holding onto your belt or grabbing the back of your clothes so you dangle as he powers through the corridors until he arrives at his Lord holding you like a briefcase.

Deep down, as much as he teases your size, he enjoys the differences. Watching you fight to lift an object made for his size or dress in his clothes—if you’re brave enough to try this—is entertaining.

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[edensrose]

Jdjdj so happy u re doing reactions as well!!! ❤️💜💙💛🩵

How would valar lords react to a s/o who would wake them up gently with kissies but when the vala opened their eyes s/o would feing sleep? Jussa harmless mischief 🤭

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ gotcha! here you go<3

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starts kissing your face back with little kisses, your nose, your cheeks, your head, and of course your lips. once you start giggling and telling him 'enough' he simply loops his arms around your waist and traps you against him as he showers you in kisses. you'd squeal and squirm, especially when feeling his fingers beginning to play and tickle at your sides. all whilst he chuckles and presses a loving kiss to your cheek. "hmm? what's that? 'no more'? sorry, love. seems as though I can't stop when my darling lover is making such adorable noises.''

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 ,  tulkas ,  𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒐 ,  aule

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acts as though they are still asleep and awaits for you to begin kissing them again. once you do he immediately kisses you back and yanks you closer. you'd yelp as your back is pushed to the bed and he's above you, pulling away just a tad bit before diving back in once again. he kisses you until you're breathless and raking your hands through his hair - probably borderline making out with you before he relents. as you're panting and catching your breath, he presses one last kiss to the corner of your lips. "least let me be awake hmm? I'd rather be fully conscious for these sweet lips.''

𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 ,  𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐,  irmo ,  orome 

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Imagine being the child of Tulkas and Nessa

Warnings: None, family fluff, laughing, Tulkas and Nessa being the most loving parents ever. 

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-It was a peaceful day. The people of Aman were casually going about their day, buying things from the market and talking with their neighbors. 

-Then – out of nowhere – the earth began to shake, causing fright and confusion among the people until they saw Tulkas, the champion of the Valar, yelling something while running through the streets. 

-” He’s/She’s here!” He yelled as he ran toward his realm, which he shared with his wife, Nessa. His footsteps that caused the earth to crumble, vanishing into the distance. 

-The elves were left confused but curious. They wondered who came to cause the champion of the Valar to run through the realm. They got their answer when they heard the latest news; Nessa had gone into labor. 

-Tulkas quickly arrived at his home, searching for his beloved in a frantic yet excited state. 

-His Maiar quickly guided him toward his shared chambers, where Nessa was currently resting. 

-The champion of the Valar was almost jumping on his feet. The thought of finally meeting his little one after several months made him excited yet fearful since he did not want to miss their birth. 

-The birth of their little miracle, which no one expected to happen. 

-It was a surprise when he and his wife learned they were expecting a child. They thought it was impossible, but it didn’t make it less exciting, and now, their little one was finally here. 

-Unfortunately for Tulkas, when he arrived at his chambers – he saw Nessa already holding a bundle in her arms which meant he had missed the birthing. He was disappointed, but it made him sigh in relief when he saw his wife alright since he had heard many things about how birthing can cause complications or immense pain. The thought of his beloved wife being in pain made him anxious for many months, so he was relieved Nessa did not face any problems while giving birth to their little one. 

-On the contrary, she possibly had one of the most uncomplicated births Arda had ever seen.

-When Tulkas heard the little whimpers coming from Nessa's arms – he quickly went to lay on the edge of the bed and stared at the little babe. 

-Nessa ushered him closer and then laid the bundle into his arms. He was almost frightened to hold them, but he took his little one into his arms and looked at them with wonder and amazement.

-It was you, his little champion. You were beautiful like your mother, and when you opened your eyes and looked at him – you giggled with an innocent smile. Tulkas fell in love with your little laugh. He couldn't help but kiss your little head, tickling you with his beard, which made you laugh even more.  

-And that’s how you were born. 

-Tulkas was excited to be a father, and after letting Nessa rest from the progress of birth, the two introduced you to the rest of the Valar, who were curious and excited to see you after hearing the news. 

-Many congratulated the new parents, and some were cooing at you.

-Manwe decided to hold a feast in honor of his friend and to welcome you into the world. 

-The news of your birth spread quickly. The elves were excited and happy for Tulkas and Nessa. Many were curious to see you as you had to be the first Ainur to be born from two Ainur parents. 

-Orome was happy for his sister and gifted you a puppy, so you had a friend to grow up alongside you. 

-However, Nessa and Tulkas were inexperienced, so they sought help from some of the elves, who were eager to help and give guidance on how to raise a child. 

-They both would spend a lot of time with you. 

-Tulkas especially loved spending time with you. He would not mind waking up in the middle of the night to soothe your cries or change your diapers. He would carry you around, and do everything, so Nessa would have to scold him to let her have some time with you. 

-They would compete for your attention… just a little. 

-Tulkas would carry you around in a little baby sling, showing you around Aman and the two trees. People would sometimes come outside and try to catch a glimpse of you since they were curious to see you. 

-Tulkas would love making you laugh. He would do the silliest thing to make you smile and giggle. 

-Sometimes, he would end up laughing with you, and together your laughing would bring smiles to those who hear it and nightmares to a certain fallen valar.

-Melkor would be the only one displeased to hear one of his greatest enemies had a child. 

-Nessa would take you out for walks and meet animals. Sometimes, she would spin around with you like you were dancing together, making you shriek with delight. 

-She would love singing to you. She would lull you to sleep with Tulkas, and you would get fussy if you did not hear them sing before sleep. 

-Her voice would be soft, while Tulkas’s would be deep but soothing. You like sleeping on your father when he hums and holds you since his chest vibrates with his voice. 

-When you took your first steps, Tulkas and Nessa would shed tears of joy and encourage you as you learned how to walk to them. 

-When you got the hang of it, you would run around, giggling and laughing as Tulkas would chase after you like he was trying to catch you. 

-He would play wrestling with you and let you win. He would be a bit dramatic, lying on the floor defeated while you sat on top of him with a victorious laugh. 

-You’re rather energetic, so when your parents wish to have a break and some alone time – they let Orome babysit you. 

-Orome would be a fun uncle to you. He would take you on rides and allow you to play with his dogs. 

-You might have met young Celegorm and accidentally yanked some of his hair out, making him cry out of pain. 

-Your abilities developed early, so you had a bad habit of yanking people’s hair off and breaking fingers with your strength. It caused people to be careful around you.

-You would share a lot of physical attributes with your parents. Your father is the champion of the valar while your mother was the dancer, so you were quite strong and fast for a young toddler. 

-You became a bit troublesome when you reached the rebellious toddler phase. You would run away when it was time for baths and bedtime, and no one else but your parents would be able to catch you. 

-And you sometimes end up causing a mess by toppling over large cabinets and things to get cookies or treats for your puppy. 

-Those times are the only ones when your parents would scold you since they were worried you would accidentally hurt yourself. 

-You would be sad because you did not like making your parents unhappy, which would end up in tears and them comforting you. They would tell you it was alright. They were not mad at you, just worried. 

-Tulkas would be protective when you reach your teenage years. 

-He would happily teach you how to fight if you wanted. If not, he would happily watch you learn dancing from Nessa. He would support any of your hobbies, but when it came to relationships – that's when he puts his foot down and watches you like a hawk. 

-Especially if you were shy toward people. 

-It did not matter if it’s a boy or a girl who caught your interest. Tulkas would carefully observe and most likely take the individual out for a little chatz despite your protest. 

-You were his precious child, and he would allow no one to hurt your feelings. 

-In his eyes, you were still his little child, and he did not want you to grow up so fast. 

-You would have to rely on your mother to keep your father away if you ever wanted a chance at romance. 

-You love him, but rather not have him scare away all the potential partners. 

-You would grow up graceful like your mother, strong like your father, and spoiled with love because no matter the age, you would always be their little champion. 

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Courtship with Tulkas:

Warnings: Mentions of kissing / Physically intimate activities | Use of alcohol | Betting

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

Courtship with Tulkas would include:

💖 A direct approach: Tulkas is not one to act coy and give out subtle hints. He believes in asking you directly. There is no "what if someone..." or "what would you do if someone..." or "hypothetically, let’s just say…"

None of that with him. With Tulkas, it will always be a case of, "I like you. What do you say to us getting to know each other and seeing where this takes us?" or "I want you. What do you think of us spending the night together?"

💖 Outings to games: Tulkas is big on watching games, especially contact sports. Be ready for trips to the arena and rounds of ale and singing, all while watching athletes compete against each other. He will gladly explain the rules, which athletes he supports, and even give you advice when it comes to wagers.

💖 Physical touch: Tulkas is big on physical touch, whether it be holding hands, play-wrestling, hugging, kissing, or yes, even sex. He loves to feel skin against skin, and will come up with any excuse to sneak in a quick hug, cuddle, or even a romp between the sheets.

💖 Food: Tulkas may not prepare or serve elaborate meals like those served at the court of the Elder King, but he will still set a tasty table and treat his significant other with an open and generous hand. Roasted fish or game caught during a hunt will make up the main meal, followed by lots of hearty side dishes. 

💖 Displays of affection: Tulkas is open and unrestrained when it comes to public displays of affection, and he doesn’t care for the occasion or who is around him. It wouldn’t matter if he were in a great hall or at court, in the middle of a campsite or in the bustling heart of Valmar itself; Tulkas isn’t going to hesitate to pull you into a tight hug and shower you with kisses. Other times, he will be content to seat you on his lap while feeding you morsels of food and stealing kisses every chance he gets.

💖 Lazy days in bed: The Vala is not averse to the occasional lie-in. Tulkas likes to burrow deeper into his pillows in the morning and hide himself beneath the pelts when he is feeling particularly lazy. Expect lots of cozy cuddles while a fire pops and sputters away in the hearth.

💖 Gifts: Tulkas is not the most expressive when it comes to gift giving, but he will still surprise you with flowers gathered from nearby fields or little tokens he made himself.

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[yandere-ainur-confessions]

Not 100% sure if I got the rules right so pardon me if I'm doing this wrong🙇

Now to the ask;

May I get sexual themed fucked up creepy stalker Tulkas?😀

❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 , sexual themes ៸៸ stalking ( hehe ~ this was so fun )

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who quickly became obsessed over you the first time you chose him to be your vala and he witnessed your skills in training

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who at first tried his utmost hardest to not let these impure thoughts get to him, but lost himself when he accidentally catches you training by yourself one too many times. got a hard-on from that alone

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who may or may not have jerked off with one of your clothing items that you left behind before going into the pools to wash off 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who memorises your schedule, even after your duties for him are completed for the day. knows when you eat, when you bathe, when you sleep. has watched you sleep on more than one occasion and tells himself it is so that he can 'protect you'

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who keeps that same article of clothing he jacked off with at his bedside because he can still get your scent off of it. when it loses said scent ( probably because of how much he touches himself with it ) he'll make sure to nab another article of clothing 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who repeatedly makes excuses to train with you, so that he can watch the way your body moves, noting every little tendency in such intricate detail. also so that he can pin you beneath him and feel you squirm whilst he flushes against you. might have kept you in that position a little longer than intended 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who also lets you beat him sometimes in training just so that you can straddle his waist when you pin him down. he had a boner for days after that 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who is a bit too touchy with you when you are carrying out your duties as his maia and plays it off as him being 'affectionate' 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who somehow got his hands on your pillow and oh does he rut against that thing when he's alone, imagining your pretty little form beneath him as he makes you his 

#·⊰ ꒰🥀꒱ 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ៸៸ tulkas ─ ♡. #tulkas x reader #dark!tulkas #tulkas #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #ainur #valar #dark themes #tw dark content #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #imagines

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Just imagine what sex with Tulkas would be like, such a guy doing a sweet lov making with you as he praises you during and after it. After that he will wash you both off and cuddled up keeping each other safe.

oh he's such a softie really. a gentle giant if you will. he knows he's a lot stronger than you so he keeps that in mind when the two of you are getting intimate. so many kisses, gentle touches with large hands, he practically worships your body.

I think he would much rather have you ride him. that way you can control your own pleasure, feel more in control. of course he will guide and aid you. but through it all, his praises persist.

“easy there doll. that's it, atta girl,” he's groan, followed by slews of how much he adores you.

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[cilil]

cilil's summer stories '23

Masterlist down below ⤵

Let's have some fun in July with the summer-themed prompts provided by FOTFics~

𖤓 Prompt list: Week 1 ; Week 2; Week 3; Week 4 (prompts all taken now!) 𖤓 Length: Drabbles/shorts 𖤓 Genre: Any 𖤓 Characters: Mainly Ainur; if there are non-Ainur characters you'd like to see, feel free to let me know so I can see if I'm comfortable writing them 𖤓 Ships: All sorts of ships welcome 𖤓 Other/disclaimers: .𖥔 ݁ ˖ No double prompts, please. First come, first serve. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ I'll try my best, but I'm a busy person, so fics may take time. If I get too many requests or don't feel like writing a prompt, I may have to consider rejecting it. Remember - this is a hobby♡

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Queue: / Finished: 𖤓 Evening ~ Navëquen 𖤓 Fireflies ~ Calamórë | Manwë x Námo 𖤓 Seaside/evening ~ Námo x reader 𖤓 Beat the heat ~ Melkor x Gothmog 𖤓 Postcards ~ Bagginshield 𖤓 Cocktails ~ Gothmog & Irmo 𖤓 Summer festival + money shot ~ Angbang 𖤓 Summer storms ~ Manwë x Eönwë 𖤓 Suntan/sunburn ~ Angbang 𖤓 Suntan/freckles ~ Ossë & Círdan 𖤓 Ice-cold drinks ~ Melkor & Tulkas 𖤓 Dandelions ~ Mairon x Arien 𖤓 Poolside ~ Melkor x Nienna 𖤓 Stargazing ~ Glorfindel x Thranduil 𖤓 Shade ~ Eöl x Aredhel 𖤓 Roadtrip ~ Daeron x Maglor 𖤓 Picnic ~ Fingolfin x Fëanor 𖤓 Grassy hillsides ~ Finarfin x Eönwë 𖤓 Campfire ~ Melkor x Maedhros 𖤓 Fireworks ~ Curumo x Aiwendil 𖤓 Frozen treats ~ Ulmo x Manwë

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[theelvenhaven]

Hallows Eve Preparations

Expectedly Unprepared

Caranthir x Reader ft. Miron and Feanorians

1.6k words

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The Hallows Eve celebration was going better than expected for both you and Caranthir. Curufin and Celegorm mostly kept to the physical activities- Celegorm in particular being mostly thrilled by the idea of axe throwing and taking great fun in it. Which only meant that Míron too wanted to be just like Uncle Celegorm, and took a lot of convincing to partake in other festivities that weren’t nearly as dangerous for a little elfling. 

Though your little elfling was content when it came time to participate in the trick-or-treating, you and Caranthir guided him through the rows of houses that were decorated with jack-o-lanterns lit with candles inside of them. Míron wanted to stop and look at each one, and describe it to you and Caranthir and have you two touch the pumpkins. 

Ever did he have much to say and share with you about what his thoughts were, Míron making conversation with every human that pulled open the door to hand out candy. And each human was happy to indulge him, especially when he asked about their funny or intriguing costumes. It took Caranthir to gently usher him from the doors and to the next one, so he didn’t hold up the line. 

But those you interacted with simply took it in stride and when it came to others asking about his costume, Míron was more than thrilled to tell everyone who he was! Announcing gleefully that he was Tulkas, and showing off his great strength by picking up a small pumpkin or two that weren’t carved out. Impressing the humans who watched on and fortunately- or unfortunately- encouraged him in his attempts to continue showing off his strength. 

Eventually it came closer to time to spend it around the feast tables, but not before Míron spent time with his Uncle Celegorm. The two roughhousing and chasing after one another, before a big game of tag broke out with the other children and Míron. Your husband was quick to let a smirk show when the kids managed to trip up Celegorm and dog piled on top of the “mighty” hunter.

Much to Celegorm’s dislike, but he simply took it in stride seeing as they were children and he wasn’t entirely foolish to be cruel to them. Eventually it took you and several parents to convince your children to keep their shirts on as well as Celegorm’s current lack of clothing appealed to them and wanting to emulate him. Much to his amusement. 

Things finally settled down and was winding down as everyone ate and chatted along with one another. Caranthir was in the midst of an important talk with one of the village's Alderman regarding trade, leaving you to only listen along with Celegorm to the left of you and Míron. As you finished eating, you could see the tiredness in his eyes as he rubbed them sleepily, though he tried to get up and go play with the other children.

Usually you would’ve let Míron but seeing as he was so tired, he’d be grumpy and it would be a fight. So gently you stripped out of your over robe and lifted him from his seat- with little resistance- resting him against your chest and leaning back in your chair. Pulling the over robe around Míron so it acted as a blanket to keep the chilly air at bay. Feeling Míron begin to doze off as his head nodded away, before finally you felt his whole body relax against you, with Caranthir bringing a hand to yours to hold while he spoke with the Alderman. 

“Curvo, give me your coat.” You heard Celegorm say to Curufin, turning your head you only watched as Curufin, simply side eyed his brother. Giving him a once over before he brought his drink to his lips snorting at his words. It was in typical fashion of Curufin, 

“No.” Was all the answer he gave, only making Celegorm huff out in frustration at his brothers refusal to give up the coat. Because of course Curvo wouldn’t share it, but it only made you remember your husbands earlier words about how Celegorm had chosen to go shirtless on such a cold autumn night. With winter creeping in earlier this year compared to the last. 

“Why not? It is freezing.” Celegorm said beginning to rub his arms, keeping quite the frown on his face as he glared over at his brothers refusal to assist in warming him. You watched the way Curufin quirked a brow in response turning his head over to look at him fully, with this unamused and unimpressed look on his face.

“I told you to bring your own coat, because it would be too cold. Even Carnistir told you too.” Curufin said curtly, setting his goblet down on the table as he looked at his brother incredulously. Tapping his fingers on the table making a soft drumming noise against the oak, as Celegorm seemed to be giving him his own sharp look in return. Leaving you to snort out at the spat the two were having, used to it by now.

Celegorm folded his arms over his chest, huffing out heavily like a small child as he leaned back in his chair. Though he wasn’t shivering you could see the gooseflesh that was covering his arms and chest, you certainly didn’t envy him having to be without a shirt or a coat. The chilly breeze that blew through the air only made it colder, you were grateful to have Míron’s warm self resting against you asleep. 

He was like a small fire, usually getting so hot at bed time when he slept. Which tonight was an advantage for the two of you, you watched as Celegorm turned his attention to you, looking at Míron with an envy clear in his eyes. Surely regarding that your coat was covering your son, 

“Maybe you can give me Míron and then I can be warm.” Celegorm said motioning to take the elfling, but not actually following through with the motions. You shook your head no at his words, and watched as he all but pouted. 

“Then what will I have? Plus you’d wake Míron up and he needs to sleep.” You answered him, it was a clever plot to try and find a way to be warm. But it wasn’t going to work with you when you knew Míron needed to rest, knowing he’d probably wake on your walk back home. 

“At least you have clothes! You have your under robes over your tunic. That is something. I have nothing.” Celegorm said in a bid to try and get you to concede and you could hear Curufin snort. When you looked over to Curufin you could see him rolling his eyes in response to his woe-is-me theatrics he was putting on. All in the name of being cold, by his own doing. 

“Plus I wouldn’t wake Míron up.” He muttered out, looking at the elfling with a softer and fonder expression. One that was solely reserved for his nephew and his nephew only. 

“Yes but we both know that they aren’t enough to keep the chill at bay. You should’ve brought something, both Curufin and Caranthir told you too.” You reiterated the earlier statement made by Curufin, who hummed and nodded his head in agreement with your words. 

“And you would wake Míron, you have in the past with your rowdiness.” You chuckled softly, rubbing your sons back as you continued to cradle him to your chest. Feeling him only stir slightly as he settled against you, surely smearing yellow face paint against your sleeve and chest. 

“I am not rowdy.” Celegorm said, seemingly taking offense against your words, pulling Caranthir from the conversation with the Alderman to look at his brother. With his own unamused look on his face, it was your turn to roll your eyes at the blond’s words. Knowing that was a hell of a lie that he was telling. 

“Pray tell, Tyelko, when have you not been rowdy?” Caranthir asked, signaling to you that the conversation between himself and the Alderman was included. Quietly Celegorm thought on his brothers words, trying to come up with a time when he hasn’t been rowdy, but it was clear he was falling short on that. 

“Precisely, you can’t recall such a time.” Caranthir quipped, giving your hand a squeeze, bringing his free one to come and rest against Míron. Wanting some closeness with his small family that he had made with you. His silver eyes still resting on Celegorm who began to rub himself with his hands to warm himself up… Though some of it looked a little… Obscene. 

“What in Eru’s name are you doing?” You asked him, leaning more into your husband looking for some more warmth as your back was starting to get cold. Celegorm frowned at your words, 

“I am cold. Remember?” He pressed in exasperation, especially at the lack of care you seemed to have for his struggles with being so cold. 

“Must you rub your chest like that?” You continued making a face of mild amusement, but also concern. 

“Yes. My nipples are cold too, you know.” Before his eyes landed on his brother almost pleadingly, 

“No.” Caranthir said immediately,

“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask.” Celegorm said with a frown on his face, but oh Caranthir knew precisely what he was going to pester him about. His damned coat. What he was pestering you and Curufin for- and for Míron to go with the coat matter. 

“It was for my coat wasn’t it?” Caranthir asked, and you watched as Celegorm only seemed to grow angrier at his brothers correct assumption before he stood up from his seat. Bitterly moving to storm off elsewhere, muttering something about searching for better company. Both brother left at the table only snorted watching him disappear off into the crowd of adults that were still left in the mix. 

All of you unsurprised that he was expectedly unprepared. 

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[blankdblank]

It’s a Mother Flocking Puffin Pt 21

Barefoot in a heavily embellished fluffy layer crazy skirted gown, with a lace full length sleeved top, sheer save for the corseted bodice layered with embroidered flowers and vines all across it you stood in the center of what could only be a lake. Deeply you sighed lifting a surprisingly injury free hand to brush back the bangs blowing into your face on the breeze to the shift of toes on the lone rock you had landed on. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, as if your life couldn’t get more awkward in this tropical sort of paradise you kept zapping yourself off to when times got tough quite randomly somewhere you would find a new friend. Usually absurdly tall Elves or other massive animals who guided you on small adventures or train you to whatever craft they were practicing that you had stumbled across.

But the lake was new. The ocean you had dropped into but not this lake, in fact narrowing your eyes in another scan of the land around you those geode formed trees weren’t familiar either. Even the ground seemed to give off a golden sort of glimmering dust blowing around the shoreline looking far too course to be taken as sand. “Hmm,” the scent of mead and a feast was what forced you to turn fully around on that little island finding a cliff wall just covered in stone statues and runes you couldn’t place alongside weapons and the faces of beasts from one end to the other as best you could manage against its curve and break behind more of those geode formed trees.

Sharply you inhaled and said, “Fingers crossed there’s no pelicans this time.” Foot extending for ice to gather underneath for the start of the stepping stone bridge to the cliff wall.

Half a mile to shore the shadow of the wall fell over you for a stunning chill free path in this pleasantly warm mystery island you found. Even in the shadow the way ahead was clear thanks to the glimmering trails cast by fireflies floating off the tall grass your feet brushed through with flight paths in spirals around your gently glowing self. The heads of the figures carved into the cliffs grew white fluffy brows in the drop of the nearest clouds thanks to the growing breeze shifting directions that wanted away to where Manwe deemed them destined. The drift of musical notes lured your eyes downwards in a wonder to where it was coming from.

Off to your right however the sudden plop of a boulder into the lake had you lifting your skirts allowing the lick of water to spill over your bare feet then recede again to the roll of the new addition towards the shore. Hunched and dull in its split apart an elderly Dwarf began to straighten up on its feet again. The more it did backwards the clock turned with youth seeped into each crack and crevice until alive again the limber younger form of the Dwarf smiled to itself on its eager steps ahead following the same sent their bulbous curled mustache framed nose had caught a whiff of.

Three more stones fell under and rose up to the surface of the same mirror like lake while you hurried a couple steps around a waking badger in its den you were passing hoping not to scare it. Curiously at the sight of you it began to follow along right with the clicking Ravens and Crows above on tiny ledges in the wall hopping forward as you did to keep you in view. Between the legs of one of the figures what appeared to be a wall wasn’t and timidly you walked onward still following the Dwarf now smiling at discovering the hidden doorway that with a hand out you noticed was an illusion hidden archway using the wall behind a narrow entrance hall to complete said disguise. To the right it branches and wound a half turn back jaggedly to open into an endless mountain city. Layers upon layers of floors with fires and joyous Dwarves were to be seen.

“Ahem,” behind your back a burly Dwarf look you over at your prompt glance back.

“Sorry,” you replied with a quick step aside into the hall along the wall. The Khuzdul you spoke however had his eyes fixed on you through your quick flash of a grin. “Taking it all in.”

Stepping inwards he kept his eyes on you allowing the two behind him through to trot ahead in search of someone of something they clearly were expecting. “Hmm, could have sworn I knew you.” His head bowed and curtly he turned and strode past you with grin returning headed to who knows where.

Head tilted slightly again your eyes rose and fell admiring each carved pillar and statue coating the sections of floors with colored glass shifting shades in each of the brave steps you took forward. Once past the first landing down three broad steps you almost had to hop to reach the next in a somewhat graceful way without hiking your skirts all the way up thanks to your little legs the Dwarves behind you took with some irritating sense of ease even in their own heavily layered skirts. A soft breath left your lungs on the edge of a grand ballroom packed with those dancing, feasting and drinking encircled by those sharing grand tales and raucous jokes.

Didn’t take long however for eyes to shift your way in return and off in a distant corner a shoulder was tapped to nod one of the burliest to come and inspect the newcomer. One low hanging decoration turned you around to the wall to get a better look on its gradual spin around the tile you had stepped onto. With a gasp however when you turned back a familiar pair of blue eyes had fallen upon you.

“Durin, you’re, I know you’re him.”

Gruffly he replied in Khuzdul also stunned at you’re knowing his mother tongue. “You seem awfully certain of that.”

That had you giggle and step off of the tile to avoid the decoration passing between you smiling up at him, “No I know you I’ve seen your face on portraits and statues all through the Palace in Erebor and even one in the Iron Hills.”

Ever so slightly his eyes narrowed causing his dark brow to furrow in the process, “I do not know of this Erebor you speak, and these Hills,”

“Well, I’m not fairly certain the exact dates, but your clan moved from the Grey Mountains to a new Kingdom named Erebor, it’s near the Greater Greenwood.” He shook his head, “It’s just past the Misty Mountains kind of North to Rohan and Gondor, if you sort of curve,” you said with a curve of your hand after points on some imaginary map between you involuntarily making the corner of his mouth tick upwards. “Look, I’m not an expert on schematics of where you have dwelled, but your family rule over Erebor, Dale, a sub city of Erebor, and Moria as well as the Blue Mountains, and King Nain rules over the Iron Hills so I think that means he’s either one of your relatives or married into your clan. So I think that counts too.”

“You said Nain?” You nodded and he turned, “Gorpumbden!” (‘Gather my whiskers!’) “Fetch Rtain! The little Lass knows his grandson!”

Outwardly he was smiling now and asked in the rush of one group of Dwarves rushing off to fetch the Dwarf while his hand motioned to guide you onwards back to his own private table with his wives from his lifetimes and their children and all the generations of grandchildren milking about nearby with their own broods. “Tell me, who else do you know from my line, Little Lass?”

“Oh, well, I’ve met nearly everyone in Erebor, well you see, it’s sort of,” you sighed and he glanced over your confused pouting moment luring grins on the faces of others you passed through across the dance floor matching his timed steps to do so with ease between bounding couples. “Ok, I’ll start here, I met my One, Thorin II, son of Thrain and grandson to King Thror. I’m not certain how far down your line they are, and well we weren’t married at first. But then we met and I sort of bumped into him and I thought I’d have a heart song but I never heard one but it turned out these freckles on my back were a Mate Mark,” you said lifting your wrist to show off the bracelet spreading his smile admiring the craftsmanship. “And he’s been so kind to me, whole clan has really, I had some trouble with my adopted clan but then he helped with that too.”

You had reached the table and he faced you asking, “And just how far has young Thorin II reached in his courting of you, Little Miss?”

“Oh we had to elope, so technically we’re married but we’ve picked a cottage and are designing rings and I made him some love spoons.”

Adoringly his hand reached out to cradle your lifted hand inspecting your wedding band, “How precious. I do not know the pain he must suffer at your place here. Though as part of my clan you are amply welcome to wait for him amongst us.”

Rtain arrived beaming and eager to hear more about his son and grandson that you had met through the service only stirring up more confusion for how a clearly non-Dwarf had made it to the Halls of Mahal. A familiar passing Dam had your mouth drop and you said, “Celeste!” Draped in yards of velvet in fuchsia over her pastel pink gown she had been painted in, her hazel eyes scanned over your waving and smiling self, “Oh don’t you look lovely. That is a fitting color on you. Really compliments your mustache.”

Three confused steps later and she reached your table while the males behind you grinned at your bubbly self just blooming in this social circle of their clan and others you had known from portraits in passing. “Forgive me, but I do not seem to be able to place your name.”

“Oh, you don’t know me, Jaqiearae Pear,” you said extending your hand with the name making a Dam dancing stumble and straighten to look you over having recognized the name. She accepted the handshake and you added, “I married into your clan, I’m designing my ring after yours. Hope you don’t mind it is stunning.”

Widely she smiled and accepted a spot beside you to talk about the ring now a ghostly glimmering copy on her finger of the one back in the vault back at the Palace. After the discussion of band changes and her blessing was given she asked in an almost pained tone, “How did you find yourself here?”

“Well, that’s a bit of a winded answer, but, Melkor hated my clans and sent others by some oath after he was killed to attack them. My parents went into hiding but they found them anyways and killed them.” Beards bristled and fists clenched the more you shared, “And I was adopted by a Noldo in Numenor. Then I got accepted to University in Dale where I met Thorin’s nephews Fili and Kili my roommates. They took me along for a break to the Palace where I met the rest of your clan there and bonded with Thorin. Since then they’d helped me to find my birth family. Then this morning the followers of Melkor remaining brought a Fire Drake to the school. And last I remember Thorin just got back to the Palace and was eating while I spoke to Fili and Kili through tea, then I was in the lake. And I heard all of you.”

After a solemn moment from them you asked, “Your clan has faced coups for centuries, a lot of people got hurt and could have died when they were after me, how am I supposed to live with that weight?”

Hands were laid on you and several shared words of wisdom on their own experiences with acceptance of that same weight until Durin asked, “The Beast was brought down?”

You nodded, “I shot him with a wind lance,” rippling proud smiles your way.

“Mahal’s Beard! Very good!” More than one of the clan exclaimed.

“Didn’t take very long, though everyone was scared and Bagheera especially was upset.”

That had his beard puffing up and him smiling widely, “You saw my Bagheera?”

“Yes, he’s back at the Palace. Probably won’t be glad for me to miss a meal. Sometimes it takes days for me to get back from these islands.” Lips parted in confusion for what you meant, “Though this is a first time here and I wasn’t expecting all of you. Not that I don’t-,”

“There you are Little One,” beaming through the crowd that barely reached his hip Tulkas strolled through the dancers with hand outstretched for yours, “I presumed you would meet me by the wading pools, but Manwe’s companions took notice of your waking here.”

“Oh, I have to go,” you said laying your hand on the outstretched one from Tulkas and said to Durin and the others, “It was so amazing meeting you. Perhaps I can wander back here again sometime.” To Durin especially you said, “I’ll give Bagheera some fruit for you. I know he misses you terribly.”

Speechless they watched while Tulkas faded to mist and in a small snow flurry you were gone leaving the Dwarves more confused than ever. A state that had the First Born on his feet in a curious search for Mahal in his wife’s gardens to ask about the curious visitor.

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Hand over his mouth Fili woke to Kili’s tug on his mustache and in a turn of his head he knew why he was woken. Across your skin faintly glimmering clan lines mapped out the stretch of your bloodline to the Eldar on your already glowing skin. And sweet and low Khuzdul eased from your lips in half hearted sighs echoing of your deep deep wandering dream none but you could shake yourself from. Taps on Thorin’s nose had his soft snores halting and eyes patting in time to hear your next murmur of, “Durin.” Wide eyed he sat up joining the boys, the younger of whom was already recording your side of the conversation that ebbed in and out only giving part of your side of it confusing them all the more why you were dreaming of talking to their clan father.

Through the door the Emperor peered having heard your voice and from there in his step into view he said, “I see My Yuula is speaking with her friend Meldamalta again.”

Thorin asked, “This is common? For her to speak in her sleep?”

At that the Emperor grinned to himself replying, “That is no ordinary sleep. My Yuula has taken Olórë Mallë, and her fea is within Valinor.”

Fili’s mouth dropped open, “Her soul-!!”

Kili clasped his hands over his brother’s mouth looking to you undisturbed still deep in sleep and the Emperor stated in his move closer, “She cannot hear you, when she was a child I realized as a Vanyar her path to Valinor is much easier than other Elven races might find it. The pathway is a mental one that through the link in her mind her fea may travel there at its whims. When she was younger she was often gone for days at a time, and always after times of troubling circumstances. The Valar will not allow harm to find her there it is quite safe.”

Thorin wet his lips and asked, “She is speaking to Durin though. Not any Meldamalta.”

The Emperor’s lips pursed, “Hmm, perhaps due to your marriage she is allowed there. Often she finds herself in different areas of the Valar’s control, Meldamalta will find her.”

Kili, “Who is Meldamalta?”

The Emperor answered quite matter of factly, “Tulkas.” Dropping their jaws, “Upon her first visit there My Yuula informed me she met a kind giant being with golden hair she couldn’t understand who allowed her to braid a crown of Marigolds into his hair and call him Meldamalta. He is quite fond of her, and his son enjoys their times in Nessa’s gardens.”

Fili, “You’re telling me Jaqi is friends with the Valar Tulkas?”

The Emperor answered, “He loves children and has watched her grow. They all have.”

Kili, “She would have told us! I would have told her if I knew Mahal!”

Thorin asked, “She only knows him by Meldamalta?”

“Correct,” was his answer.

Fili chortled, “You have to be joking! How could she not know! You know!”

The Emperor simply pointed and on the headboard where they hadn’t noticed Bagheera was seated puffed up with golden eyes glowing. “Each trip once she had woken once I had recognized the gardens and lands she had explored and faces of those guiding her and teaching her skills in each try to share where she had been he would stop me. She is not ready to know yet it would seem. Though in my teaching her Valinorian he has calmed to my learning of her travels at least and the times have lessened in her being able to converse with them. They grant her council where my expertise is limited.”

Kili, “Why don’t you go with her?”

“Noldo are forbidden re-entrance to Valinor since the departure from those shores without Valar permission. I grew up in those lands and as a child my parents brought me here. Though I have never witnessed the Halls of Mahal myself, in fact I cannot name an Elf ever noted to have traveled there. It must be due to your union.”

“Celeste,” the name turned their heads and Thorin smiled guessing as the others had why you would speak to her, namely the ring you would share stirring up questions if you would mention them as well to their ancestors.

Fili mused, “Great Gran will be so pleased she went to the Halls of Mahal to wedding plan.”

The Emperor said, “You can rest she will share her adventures upon her return.”

Kili, “So she just knows she has long dreams?”

“No, it is very much a physical journey for her. Several times she has stated she simply wakes up in odd locations in beautiful gowns.”

“Meldamalta,” you sighed out and they blinked curious to know should they arrive in those hallowed halls which Valar they might come to know themselves.

The Emperor chuckled and stated, “You should get some more rest been a long day and she won’t be screaming.” He said to the steady sighed Valinorean wafting out of you like a sweet hummed lullaby that took the trouble out of their drift back to sleep, right away they felt the physical urge to lay back down cuddled around you eased off to their own dreams again. Leaving just the Emperor eyeing Bagheera who he asked softly, “She is growing stronger?”

The owl fluffed up and let out a low chirp in an affirmative response as he usually did for the adoptive father’s question he had repeated through the years in wait while the Valar bolstered your hope and strength. And while he was mostly correct in his assumptions the owl was not keeping him from telling you the name of the beings you had been conversing with but trying to tell him that you already knew deep down just not believing it to be really true. Fear was what he was protecting you from, any fear or possible shame taken in any slight imagined and that path could be lost to you forever without the knowledge of how you were actually sending yourself there.

Though an adult on technicality you were very much a child and far from knowledgeable on deeper things you had not been taught by the elders of your clans as you should have had Melkor not struck his deadly blow. A child with strength you didn’t understand to master without their help all these years with just among the remaining lessons to share how you were waking in those sacred lands. They did miss you when you were away, but the time in between showed such heart warming strength brewing inside you, this time all the more in having arrived in, for all your other kin, an impossible place. But Tulkas had you now and he was assured the master dueler of the Valar would enjoy the story and send you on your way home back to him again. Hoping to himself that even in his exile they might not think too harshly of him now that he’d grown from the boy they once knew.

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Smiling widely in the gardens with your friends you sat talking while seated on a blanket for the picnic readied for you while the smiling Valar listened to the whole detailed story on the Drake luring the Elves serving under the cuddling couple across from you to come and listen. Loudly Tulkas laughed with pride for his youngest pupil while Nessa beamed at the clear passing of her swiftness lessons beyond just words that you had picked up in training on your own. His bravery and feats of strength and her agility and speed having aided in your success amongst lessons with Ulmo for the obvious control of water. The others far less obvious in their lessons, granting aid more in tasks and mini adventures during your stays in Valinor, rather hoped to present a chance to find those traits within yourself.

Although a few of their pupils, including one from Aule had aided greatly in the growth of your wood working craftiness, Celebrimbor in a new form had found himself in your path and in those bright eyes of yours found a kindred soul he wished to help and took to teaching you the basics. Among those pupils was Ecthelion of the Fountains, here again relaxed listening to your tale smiling with the others flute beside him in its carrying pouch that he had used to help teach you on the instrument between two more of your music instructors self assigned to ensure some time with spectacular you. No shortage of pupils had prided themselves on passing on what they had learned and a bit more on discoveries of their own to maybe aid you one day.

Off beyond a row of hedges through a disguising stream of water off a fountain a couple stood staring longingly at their child back here again, Jewels cuddled against her husband Lindo’s chest, both smiling faintly that their baby girl was growing so much stronger by the day. Even more so having brought them justice by searching out their attackers, whom Mandos was now taking personal attention to doling out Manwe’s orders for their atonement.

Both parents formerly in their unrest unable to travel here themselves since the date Mahal aided in their resting memorial in Erebor, now had a sort of physical form here in these lands to aid in their coming to terms with their own grief for all they, their clans and you had lost. They adored being close to you for so long however without a proper resting memorial from you they could not have visited you here until now, and even still they were fearful of approaching not to keep their precious girl from returning to her new life, the one you had fought so hard to build and defend.

Behind them however Este crept closer and hushedly began to speak with the pair sharing what they had missed through your trips here. “You will be strong enough to meet again one day, the three of you, you will,” she spoke softly warming their hearts as they nestled closer watching a bright smile split across your face laughing along with Tulkas and Nessa to a joke from their son.

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Hours you had lingered and the same telling creep of bluebell vines towards your hand set aside gave you the same gut clench feeling that it was time to go. The look always was evident on your face and smiling still the crowd bid you safe travels. Up you stood with another ring of marigolds in hand you eased onto the glowing golden ringlets Tulkas had tied back from his face with ribbons from his beloved wife. In releasing the crown your fingers curled back in a slow recoil of your hovering hands recalling the first crown you had given him and the meeting of all the larger beings here you had once been unable to understand at all. His eyes lingered on your face with smile still in place through his thanks knowing things were clicking into place on who he was.

And softly you asked, “Are you really Tulkas?” Deeper his smile set in sinking more into his eyes at the bubbling courage in your gaze in asking, “Can I still call you Meldamalta?”

Tenderly his hands rose to cradle yours, “I have been and always will cherish being your Meldamalta.”

On his side Nessa eyed the still creeping bluebells reaching for your legs in your spring forward to loop your arms around his neck, eyes clenched in a tight embrace stirring a deep chuckle to his arms laying across your back, “Thank you for finding me.”

“Ooh now, Little One, you were the one to find me.” His words accented with a brush of fingers against your cheek in your step back brushing away the invisible trail of the tear threatening to fall from the corner of your eye holding it in place somehow.

Nessa smiled adding in her own taking of your hand, “The most welcome snow flurry in our lands, most precious Little One. Your bluebells are calling you to wake.”

Looking down you asked, “How do I keep arriving here?”

She smiled saying, “We have yet to travel that road, only Irmo would know.”

And up you looked finding Manwe approaching to the winding of a vine of bluebells around the layers of skirts folding in around your legs the more they climbed, “Fly safe, brave little Nique-Puifíní. And pray do inform Winge we have greatly missed his company here, his parents might have chosen to sail from these shores, an innocent to their oath, and welcome to return upon finding that doorway of dreams.” Like sinking into a well his voice began to muffle and echo in your ears to the clench of your eyes while from the feet up back into your flurry you shifted. Vana smiled in her stroll through the garden again in another try to find how you were entering these lands exactly to solve the sort of game Irmo had made in keeping the secret of how you arrived here each time.

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To the opening of the door by a Butler entering to feed your fire at your side against Thorin’s side from your straight upwards position into him you leaned resting your head against his forehead. The sharp pain in your ribs stopped your wiggle into his side and when your ribs throbbed again a crack of your eyelid not being touched by a strip of his brushed up hair and softly you grumbled which drew a stirring breath from Thorin releasing his own grumble. Off behind his back however the Emperor whispered in a reach over him with dropper in hand containing medicine to help with the pain you were facing, “To ease your pain.” Groggily you parted your lips and with three drops on your tongue he drew back the dropper to add back to its bottle with a kind grin.

After wetting your lips you said, “I know Meldamalta’s real name now, remembered it.” Easing out his smile, “I was asked, Manwe says they miss you,” parting his lips, “Said you are always welcome back when you find the doorway, your parents swore the oath not you.”

Tearily he smiled again, “Thank you for telling me that. How are you feeling?”

“My head itches,”

“Bunnanunê,” Thorin rumbled through a deep inhale beginning to shift to prop himself up pressing a gentle kiss to your mildly bruised cheek between the scrapes there. “You are awake.”

“Just the one night?” You asked and he smiled.

“Just the one, are you in pain?”

“Not so much pain that I have to wash my hair.” Thorin nodded and with the stirring of the boys the bench brought earlier was moved to the side of the tub in a painful shrug he removed the sling hindering his ability to tend to you fully and scooped you up gingerly carrying you to the bath to lay you down on the bench. With care Fili held your neck while Kili turned on the water as Thorin undid your braid to the Emperor easing the bowl of healing oils and creams over with sleeves rolled up and comb in hand to begin recoating those cuts and scrapes aiding in some of the discomfort right away.

From the bottom to top the water was run stopping two inches from your scalp with Thorin tenderly lathering your shampoo lovingly into each curl watching the bloody grimy suds flowing down soon washed away revealing those awe striking curls. Without so much as a tug he wrung out the water he could and with Fili holding the blow dryer, certain to keep aimed away from your scalp that Kili held a hand towel against to act as buffer for the spare heat while the Emperor held you upright. Once dry your courting braid was added again with ribbon and bell intact to match the gentle tug free braid Thorin settled into your hair to keep it in place.

“Thank you,” you whispered in Thorin’s move to settle into your view again smiling at your relieved grin.

Kili however blurted out, “Weird dreams? You talk in your sleep.”

Fili smiled bursting with questions of his own to your weak chuckle, Thorin however scooped you in his arms again saying, “Back to bed, you can share there cozy in bed.”

Around you the group nestled you back in your former place with towel removed from over your pillow stained by your hair added to your empty hamper while covers settled around your waist and Sir Akdâmuthrab clambered over post stretch to plop down on your lap to sleep there instead of far below your feet. By now Dis, Vili, Dwalin and Balin had come to check on you and settled onto the end of your bed having come to check on you to send for your first meal of the day before the Doctors would arrive.

“So, I met Durin,” you started and in the growing group of their kin while the triplets continued to nap against your legs having been set down by their parents having scooted closer to grant more room for others to hear everything.

Kili, “How’d you get there?”

“I, don’t know. I never land in the same place when I go there, but this was the first time I woke up there. I think they thought I was dead. Must have,”

Vili asked, “Have you met Mahal?”

“I don’t know, I know Meldamalta is Tulkas, Manwe is obvious shroud in feathers, the others I am not certain. I might have, there are a few who look similar to etchings I’ve seen on display here, then there are others who are more, not feelings, that’s not the word…”

Dis said, “Un-bodied ones?”

That you nodded to, “Even Meldamalta’s son at times chooses to present out of his body. Mahal’s Halls none of your kin were like that, I think it was just the Elven lands. Even Celebrimbor held our lessons out of himself before as well. He might have been there, sorry to disappoint.”

Thorin’s hand laid on yours, “Oh no, no disappointment at all. Only few of our kin have returned from those halls, each tale is treasured.”

Gloin asked, “Would you mind us calling uncle Nain? Letting him know about his grandfather meeting you?”

“No, is he in the clan by blood or marriage, I didn’t know.”

Thorin smiled again as Frerin answered, “His Amad is of our line, but Firebeards and Longbeards have always been close.”

Your eyes drifted to Dis, “Celeste seemed happy hearing I chose her ring. And the keeper of yours told me to tell you,” for a moment your brows furrowed in repeating the mouthful of words slowly, “Mire the Spring?”

Dis smiled to Vili who explained, “A joke on how my Spring proposal was as troubled as hers had been.”

She patted her hand on your legs, “A good sign, thank you for the message.”

Through them a tray was brought in to rest on top of your lap for the meal the rest of the clan shared their plans for the day to help settle things of their own charge throughout the kingdom to aid in the recovery of the populace from this stunning attack while those in other kingdoms were doing the same. Doctors did follow after and with a sigh you settled into bed as Thorin was off to his own rooms for a private second inspection of his own wounds and warm bath to freshen up before his few tasks of the morning between him and his evening in with you.

Pt 22

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[saelwen]

Manwë x Reader

Manwë x Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Just an idea. How about Manwe and reader who is Melkor's child. Manwe decided to take care of reader and raise them after finding them alone. Reader grows to be good person and a bit of a troublemaker but never means bad. Wich Manwe is proud of them and supports them whenever they need his help. What do you think about this idea?

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Warnings: Fluff, super protective Manwë

Words:1,700

A small whimper grabbed the attention of the Valar’s King while he was walking peacefully in the massive gardens of Lórien. A deep frown on his soft features, Manwë follow the quiet sobs which led him to a giant tree. He looks behind it and saw a small child curled into a ball, crying quietly.

“Hello, child,” he said with a gentle voice.

You jump in surprise, looking up to him with big e/c eyes that were shining with tears. Your h/c hair tangled in a messy knot, with sticks stuck on it. Your black dress was all dirty and ripped, only covering the essential. You curled further and try to crawl away from him.

“P..Please...Don’t hurt me!” you whimper, lifting your hand to cover your face which Manwë notice that was broken.

He walks slowly closer to you, sitting down in one knee. “It’s alright, child...I'm not going to hurt you.” he grabs your hand gently, stroking his thumb softly against your bruised skin. “Where are your parents, child?” he said while looking around, confused by not seeing anyone around.

You let out a sob and shook your head, fat tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t know who is my nana but...but I know my ada...” you took a deep breath and look to your broken hand. “He’s really a bad person...” you whisper.

Manwë puts his other hand over your broken hand and closes his grey eyes. A bright light appears in his hand, it was warm against your skin. And like that, your hand was good as new. Your eyes widen when he took his hand off, seeing your s/c skin free of bruises. He smiles gently down to you and pushes a piece of hair out of your face, putting behind your pointy ear.

“There! All fixed up!” he stood up and extended his hand to you which you grabbed quickly since he was the first person who was kind to you and you felt safe in his presence. “What’s the name of your father?” he asked while leading you out of the garden.

You look around, watching in awe the beautiful butterflies flying around. “Melkor!” you said innocently.

As Manwë heard your words, stops walking and look down at you with a frown on his face. His ice-blue eyes studying you closely. “...Melkor?...” he whispers.

You nod and let out a small whimper, cleaning new tears from your eyes. “Y..Yes...Do you know him?” you asked.

He sighs and picks you up gently, walking towards a big mountain. “Yeah... I know him,” he whispers, almost to himself.

You cuddle your face into his neck, sighing happily as you let sleep take over you.

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Years have passed and Manwë, along with his Queen, Varda, watches you grow into a beautiful and strong elleth.

He took you under his wing when he saw that there wasn’t any darkness in you. You didn’t inherit Melkor’s evil nature, you were only one of his poor victims. Abused during your first years of life, your life on his wicked hands for him to play.

The first time Varda saw you, you quickly had her wrapped around your little finger. You two passed the days walking in the gardens or watching the stars at night, Varda explaining to you every single star. She spoiled you with all she got, saying that she has to make you happy the rest of your immortal life since you had such terrible childhood in the hands of that psychopath.

The other Valar were a little suspicious of you, especially Aulë. It some time for them to warm up to you, to see that you didn’t possess darkness in you. But it only took a smile and giggle from you to melt those Gods’ hearts.

As you grew up, Manwë found out that you were a little troublemaker. Always pulling pranks on every Valar. It was chaos at first, Manwë had to spend one entire day listening to them complaining about your pranks.

Your pranks were soft but a little annoying and Manwë saw any malicious on them and try very hard to not laugh when Ulmo walk in covered in bubbles, saying that you put liters of liquid soup on the ocean, making an explosion of bubbles. But that quickly got under the control when you become a young adult yet you still are mischief and brave little thing in every Valar eyes.

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“Ada!” your voice echoed through the throne room. You have been trying to find him all day, wanting to share the wonderful news with him. “Ada! Where are you?!” you shouted in annoyance, noticing the poor nervous ellon behind you looking around with wide eyes.

“My sweet child...Why all the shouting?” Manwë said calmly as he and Varda walked into the throne room. A huge smile spreads through your face as you saw them, running into his soft embrace. He kisses your forehead and let you embrace your mother, Varda.

“Ada! Nana! I want you to meet Lord Maedor!” you said, pointing to the shaking ellon in the middle of the room as he looks to the two powerful Valar. “He and I are courting! He asked me today!” you said with a cheerful voice, a massive smile on your lips.

Manwë looked to the golden-haired ellon with a silver eyebrow lifted, looking up and down to him. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice almost come out like a growl which made Varda put her delicate hand on her husband’s shoulder and taking a step forward, putting herself between Manwë and the poor ellon.

“That’s wonderful news, my daughter!” she said with a sweet smile. “Come! Let’s heard your story while we drink some tea!” Varda took her husband’s hand and led him to the large balcony, there were a table and comfortable chairs waiting for you four. She asked the servant to preparer some tea and sat down, pulling Manwë to his seat beside her.

You and Maedor took your seat and smile at each other, his eyes shining with passion. Manwë let out a cough, grabbing the attention of the two of you. “When you two met?” he asked firmly while looking to Maedor.

The poor ellon look to you and smile softly. “I met your lovely daughter during a trip to Valmar market,” he said gently, grabbing your hand and stroking your skin with his thumb. “We bumped into each other and at that moment, Y/n stole my heart.” you two giggle at the memory which made Manwë almost break the armchair under his firm grip.

“That’s very cute!” Varda squeals, clapping her hands together. “You two make a lovely couple!” at those words, a hard gush of wind run through you four, making you and Varda look to Manwë in confusion.

The four of you pass the rest of the day together, sharing stories and drinking tea. During the day, Manwë all ever wanted was to kick the ellon out of his palace. Telling him that his sweet child is off-limits. His daughter can’t be courting! She’s his little girl!

When the day came to an end, you along with Manwë and Varda, took Maedor to the massive doors of the Palace. “It was good to meet you, Lord Maedor! I hope to see you again soon.” Varda said with a soft smile.

“It was an honor to meet you two, Yours Graces!” Maedor said while bowing to Manwë and Varda.

The King of the Valar only nods, not saying anything which made Maedor shake in his boots. When Eonwë led Maedor out of the Palace, you turn to your mother and smile.

“Nana, could you please let me have a word with ada alone?” you asked while eyeing your father, who was now with a massive smile on his lips.

“Of course, sweetheart!” with that, Varda returns to her chambers, leaving you alone with your father.

There was a long silence in the room, the silver light of the moon bathing you two. You took a deep breath and look to Manwë, putting your hands on your waist.

“Can you please tell me why did you do that?!” you asked, your voice firm.

Manwë looks to you with innocent eyes, trying to look like he didn’t do anything wrong. “Did what?” he asked.

That made your head fume. “Did what?! You almost beheaded Maedor with your glares!” you snarl while walking back and forth. “You should be glad since I've fallen in love with a beautiful, good ellon! And on top of that, he’s a Vanyar! Aren’t they your favorites?!”

Manwë let out a sigh and look down, a silver curtain covers his face. “You’re right... I behaved like an orc.” his voice was full of shame which made your face soften. “I know you are a strong adult elleth but in my eyes...you are still my little girl... and I'm afraid that someone takes you from me.”

His gentle words made tears sting your eyes, trying to escape. “Oh, ada... No one will take me from you and even if they try, they would feel your wrath.” you giggle, cleaning a tear from your eye. “Maedor is a good ellon and he would never do anything to hurt me.” you walk to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to a bear hug. “Will you promise me that you will give a chance to Maedor?” you whisper.

Manwë sighs and nods, resting his chin on your head. “I promise...but if he hurt you, me and your uncles Tulkas and Aulë will have a word with that punk.” you giggle and roll your eyes.

“I love you, Ada.”

“And I love you, my sweet little daughter.”

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one shot with Manwë! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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[doodle-pops]

Let Me Put You In Your Place

[Elves and Ainur Brat Taming x reader]

A/N: I contemplated on whether to post this now or later, but to post it I must.

Warnings: smut, spanking, manhandling, mature themes

Ultimate brat tamers – they live to tame you, they love when you act up leaving you to run your mouth and carry on with your outrageous attitude, leading you to believe that you have the upper hand, that you can have your way and get away with it. How wrong were you? Your bratty behaviour was their number one kink. What triggered them into overdrive was the look you gave when you disregarded their warning stare. Waiting till it’s just you two in private, they walk right up to you and easily bring their hands around your neck, backing you against a nearby walk and bracing their other arm beside your head. Maintaining eye contact, they’d bring their face close to yours leaving only an inch of spacing between your lips before speaking. “Whatever gave you the impression that you could act like that…towards me, huh?” they’d apply a little more pressure around your neck causing you to resist the urge to roll your eyes into your head. “What do you have to say for yourself? Nothing, not so much of a talker now, huh? Why don’t you throw another one of your tantrums for me, right here and now? Don’t be shy, you clearly weren’t minutes ago.” it was a trick question because no matter how you answered, your punishment was booked. They would have a ball of a time punishing you – they want to see, make, and hear you beg for them. There were times when their patience ran thin and all they’d do was drag you off to a secluded area before bending your over to fuck the attitude out of you whilst making you cry and beg. You would learn your lesson, or maybe they expect you to repeat the same mistake so they could ravish you again. It’s their kink after all. “Oh no sweetheart I’m not stopping, you wanted this because you knew it would lead to this like every other time, so take it.”

FEANOR, Maedhros, CELEGORM, CARANTHIR, CURUFIN, Amras, FINGOLFIN, Argon, Angrod, ECTHELION, Maeglin, BELEG, Elladan, OROMË, TULKAS, Tilion

Sneaky brat tamers – OH, THEY ARE THE WORSE OF THEM ALL. They enjoy taming you, it’s a favourite activity in the bedroom that brings a bit of spice to your life. However, it’s not their ultimate kink like others, they don’t mind when you act up because they know that you know that they know your motives. Since that’s the case, they aren’t really in a hurry to tame you because they have their own trick up their sleeves. They’d sit and watch you throw your attitude from time to time, leaving you to carry on thinking that they’re not bothering you, truth is, they were making a silent list of everything you did over a period of time before they strike. Waiting for you to get comfortable and relaxed, falling back into your regular attitude, that’s when they’d strike. You’d walk into the trap without realizing it one bit, only when they asked you to try something new tonight that’s when you realized what they planned. “What’s wrong love? I thought that this was what you wanted from the beginning when you had thrown all those tantrums? You thought I didn’t notice? Oh, but I did, I mean look at the state you’re in…it’s all because I paid attention.” their hands would be gripping your cheeks as they spoke to you so sweetly while watching your fumble around for your words. “Shhh, you don’t have anything to say besides moaning my name tonight and apologizing...the moaning will come later though,” Flipping you over onto your stomach, they would pull your ass in the air, rubbing it lightly, “Here's what's going to happen...I'm going to fuck you into this bed and you're not going to cum unless I feel sorry for you, but firstly, you’re going to count and if you miss, we restart. So, let’s see how many times you’ve acted up? It's alright though, you can mess up if you'd like, we have all night.”

MAEDHROS, MAGLOR, Curufin, Amrod, FINGON, FINROD, GLORFINDEL, Ecthelion, EGALMOTH, ELROND, Elrohir, IRMO, MANWË, NÁMO

One-Time brat tamer – they’re a bit similar to the sneaky ones but the difference is that they really tend to overlook your attitude and tantrums and only strike when it’s overbearing. It’s not a build-up of all the tantrums you threw before, it’s just for that one you were performing earlier on thinking that you could get away with it. They wouldn’t even notice the other times, it was just this performance tonight that triggered them. The thing is though, you’d never know which performance of yours would be the right one to rile them up until you’re bent over or pressed down into the mattress having the life and the attitude being fucked out of you. Walking right up to you, they’d calmly speak informing you to step aside with them, not once would you pick up a hint of anything. It’s only when the door is closed and your back is slammed against the wood and you see the glint of arousal but displeasure in their eyes, you’d understand. They’d take their time to deal with you since you believed you had all the time in the world to act up. “The entire night you carried on and on ignoring the stares I’d cast at you, warning you to behave…too many chances were given and now all’s gone. What do you have to say for yourself? You’re sorry? I don’t believe so.” They wouldn’t be aggressive with their movements, but harsh to deliver their message, yes, they would. However, they do expect you to learn your lesson and let it be a one-timer. “Don’t ever let this happen again, understood? I don’t need to repeat myself, do I? Good, because if I were you, I wouldn’t want to keep this up love, you’d come to regret it,” with a small smirk on their faces which speaks that they enjoy the thrill of taming you.

Caranthir, CELEBRIMBOR, Turgon, FINARFIN, Aegnor, Galdor, ERESTOR, ËONWE

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🥳CONGRATULATIONS🥳

[NSFW] You know I gotta slide in your asks because writers support each other.

So, how will the Ainur react to their s/o whispering 'daddy' in their ear in public and then walking off casually. I can see someone having a heart attack 😂🌻🌻🌻

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖  anything for you mina darling<3

cw: minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ daddy kink ៸៸ princess nickname

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melts on spot, immediately becomes some kind of divine being puddle with a bunch of glitter and sparkles. honestly, it's a miracle that their knees didn't simply buck then and there. lots of spluttering, if they can even manage it, otherwise they are simply watching you walk away with a possibly slackened jaw. whether they catch up to you or not is up for debate, they're having a moment of pure flustered mess to themselves. you are cruel for this one. "h-hey what did - did you - daddy - me??"

𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆 ,  𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 ,  ulmo ,  curumo ,  𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

oh he absolutely adores it, you've just fed into one of his kinks. arches his brow, chuckles, asks something like: 'now, what took you so long?' oh? you're trying to walk away now? good luck with that. he's most likely tugging you back in by the waist and telling you 'it's quite rude to just walk away from your daddy like that now, yknow?' 'oh, are you flustered now, princess?'

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 ,  𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 ,  mairon ,  aule ,  𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when you decided to utter this to him. he wouldn't so much as blink as you whispered this and walked away. or shall we say attempted to walk away? he'd hook an arm around your waist and tug you back, whispering to your ear: "now, we can either start something here and I can have you cumming around my fingers, or you can be a good little darling and keep that mouth of yours in check. choose.''

𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 ,  tulkas ,  𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐 ,  osse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"A master's hunger"

Pairing: Vampire! Tulkas x Fem. Reader (Human/Familar | Third person POV)

Themes: Dark

Warning: Vampirism | Blood drinking | Death

Word count: 500+ words

Summary: Vampire! Tulkas sates his hunger by feeding on the familiar who serves him.

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It was not how she thought it would be. 

She desired Tulkas, yes, but never did she think he would command her to tend to him, his needs. 

She certainly did not think that his need would be his thirst for blood. 

Y/n had to keep still, so very still. Teeth as sharp as tiny spikes pierced her flesh, the pain searing her like a red-hot brand. She grew dizzy, weak, her very life force seeping out of her with each swallow of her blood. Tulkas drank and drank, drinking deep from the sweet, crimson nectar that poured down his throat. 

Y/n was his first, his only, familiar. She was quiet. Diffident. He never knew what to do with her, except to give her orders. 

"Fetch me more wine."

"Procure this and this and this for me."

"Lay out my garments for the night."

And he did not give her a second thought, paying her no mind while she kept to the shadows. Now she was here, in his embrace, her very blood coursing through his veins. And it was intoxicating, filling him to the brim. More, more, more. He needed more. He took more. He did not stop. He could not stop. His skin was on fire, his senses now sharper than a finely forged blade. He drank and drank and drank, taking more, taking it all. He paused, hesitated. Something pricked at him, a reminder of something he said. What was it? Was it important? Did it matter? Tulkas decided it did not. He went back to satisfying his hunger.

Y/n's body grew cold against the rose and ivory tiles of the dining hall floor. She thought of what Tulkas last said, all of what he said.

"I am hungry," he had said. 

"It is too dangerous to hunt. It is too close to dawn," he had said. 

"You need not fear me," he had said. 

"I will restrain myself," he had said. 

"I will only take just enough—just what I need," he had said. "After, I will reward you."

And how could she refuse him? He was her lord, her master. She had sworn to obey him in all things. Everything she had came from him. Her happiness rested in his hands—the very hands that cradled her to him now while he drained her of all she had. 

Lies. His promises were nothing but lies. Y/n tried to fight him. She did not want to die. She squirmed. Tried to pinch him, move, do something, anything, that would bring him back to his senses. Tulkas growled and bit down harder.

It was too late, he was too far gone. Her body went limp. First her fingers and toes, then her limbs, then the rest. It was as if a blanket of ice was being draped over her, inch by inch. Y/n finally closed her eyes, ready to meet her maker. It was not fair. She had so many years left to live, and they were now taken from her. A single tear slid down her cheek. Her final breath came, a wet, rattling sound rising from the back of her throat when it did. It finally stopped. The pain, the sorrow, everything. It all stopped. The world went dark. Tulkas stopped. Drew back. He groaned in satisfaction, and licked his lips, greedy for the last drops that remained. He then looked down at the lifeless vessel in his arms. 

Gone. Tulkas did not have to be told. He knew. Y/n was gone. 

It did not matter to him. 

He could always find another.

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[doodle-pops]

Dear Mina,

Question: How would the Ainur flirt with their S/O?

Thank you.

a/n: Oh boy, did I have a ball of a time laughing as I wrote these. These aren't different from my Ainur Simp headcanons. The only difference is the new members.

The Ainur Flirting with their S/O

Manwë

Dances and swoons you like a tropical bird but with more elegance and charisma. Expect to be asked to dance at festivals and balls or receive lots of jewellery (sparkles). Know that he will serenade you all the time, dedicating each piece for you (yes, he writes them).

Irmo

Doesn't waste the opportunity to be at your side whenever you are alone. Asking you for walks and tucking flowers into your hair while citing poems. Kissing the back of your hand and looking you deep in the eye while charming you with his charismatic self. Sends you the sweetest dreams ever, and you never suffer nightmares.

Námo

Oh boy, after his brother gave him advice, he would invite you to dinner frequently and ask you about your day. He wants to learn about you instead of flirt, so his approach is more gentlemanly and professional (he's a serious man). Give you a bouquet of your favourite flower and something to symbolise his affection towards you.

Ulmo

He spends most of his time with you on the beach or near any open area of water, but mostly the beach. Taking you deep underwater and showing you aquatic and oceanic life. Gifting you pearls and the prettiest seashells he can find. His favourite moments would be to sit with you on the sand under the moonlight.

Tulkas

Shows off his strength as proof of his admiration for you while also praising yours. He's a pleaser and would do anything to make you smile. Going out of his way to lifting your spirit (and lifting you) through his praises. Every defeat is done in your honour.

Oromë

Shows off his skills as the greatest Huntsman and brings produce for you every month (his ability to provide). Frequently visiting and teaching you the ropes of hunting. Expect to be gifted a few animals if you're an animal lover or have his special creatures show up to gift you some souvenir that he planned to give you months ago and was nervous about.

Melkor

He's seductive about his strategies and prefers to seduce you. He's always standing close and pushing your hair out of your face or neck or resting a hand on your back. He loves to hand-feed you himself for some reason, like strawberries or have you sample his wine from his glass.

Eönwë

Just like his King but boisterous and flamboyant about it. He goes all out and would perform aerial dances or find you little pebbles and shinies out on his flights. He would even take you on flights just to have you cling to him. Always gifts you a feather to have a piece of him.

Tilion

He is quick to visit during the day and spends every moment at your side asking you about your day. Gifts you little trinkets that are different moon phases and tells you he'll watch over you when you're asleep. He has the tendency to break the moon's course just to shine moonlight on you even if he gets scolded.

Ossë

Collects pearls and seashells and prepare them on a turtle shell as a gift to you. Whenever you're in the water, the tides tend to become calmer or around you. He loves to give you the advance over others when you're sailing on the seas. Sends sea creatures to gift you little trinkets whenever he can't make it.

Mairon

You're the only person who is allowed to be within contact distance and touch him. He greets you with a cheerier melody compared to everyone else and always waits on you hand and foot. Actually compliments you and gifts you pieces he made himself. There's a softer look on his face when you're around.

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[doodle-pops]

Can I ask for NSFW Ainur's reaction to an S/O sitting on their face? *blushes*

a/n: I loved this more than I should *squeals*

Enjoys every second of it and refused to let you remove an inch off their face. You can ride their face as much as it pleases you but do not ever complain about choking or crushing them with your weight or thighs. Air does not exist to them. What that? Never heard of it, don't introduce them to it. All they want is to be between your legs and probably would not mind if they died like that. Best way to go. "Darling, just sit on my face. . .please. I can take it, I want--- I need you to, please. Just for me." Squeeze their head with your thighs and cut off their air supply and they would still thank you. Fingers digging into your flesh and squeezing it as they go to town.

TULKAS, OROME, TILION, IRMO, Manwe, EONWE, Osse

Oh, they are cruel. Wicked tongues from mean men who make you beg and then have you passing out. "Well, you chose to sit on my face, so I chose to show you a trick. I know you loved it. . .you were screaming my name." Smug bastards. Play games with them and they will always win. Making the choice of sitting on their faces means being in the palm of their hands. You are not in control and will never be, it's them from the start. Their enormous hands gripping your thighs and having you grind against their tongue despite your sensitivity. Forget about being shy because they're going to shock it out of you while giving you a hazy look, Don't act like you don't want more.

NAMO, MAIRON, MELKOR

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[doodle-pops]

Hi Mina,

Can I ask a question as to what the nicknames the Ainur would use for their S/O?

Thank you!

a/n: It seems that all the Ainur loves to call their S/O, little one :)

Nicknames the Ainur Uses on their S/O

Manwë

little one, dove, angel, little bird, my little ray of sunshine, happy cloud

Irmo

little one, angel, sunflower, sugar, sweetness, pumpkin (used it after hearing mortals consider it a nickname)

Námo

little one, beautiful, buttercup, darling, dearest, boss (uses it whenever you attempt to boss him around)

Ulmo

little one, pearl, pebbles, darling, my love, my moon (because you pull him to you)

Tulkas

warrior goddess/god, kitten, angel face, sweet lips, little one

Oromë

vixen, foxy, kitten, peaches, honey, feisty, Bambi, little one

Melkor

sexy, angel, kitten, sugar, little one, lil demon (when you're mischievous)

Eönwë

baby bird, dove, little bird, sunshine, daisy, chick (he uses that when you require his attention like a parent bird to their baby)

Tilion

little one, moonlight, my moon and stars, starlight, precious, pumpkin, moonflower

Ossë

little one, feisty, little fish, pearls, my treasure, my siren, sweet pea

Mairon

little one, dearest, kitten, angel face, sweetheart, doll, dollface

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