#maglor x reader

• Maglor is extremely caring and would go to the ends of the earth for you at the best of times, so when he knows you’re on your period, it’s only magnified 
• I don’t imagine elves have periods so it’d be quite a shock for Maglor that you experience them in the first place. 
• Naturally, he’d want to learn more about why you have them and your experience but wouldn’t pry - he understands it’s private and would be mindful not to push too much
• Since he’s never experienced one himself, Maglor doesn’t really understand the intricacies of it all and the pain, but he still knows it’s bad and you’re hurting so expect him to be extra doting 
• He’s more than happy to bring you a hot drink and rub your stomach, trying to get you to relax and help soothe the pain. As a healer, i’m sure he could recommend some pain relievers as well 
• If it’s bad enough that you don’t want to have any visitors, Maglor doesn’t mind turning them away. And if they’re rude or insist, he’s not afraid to use a firm hand when needed
• He generally tries to stop you moping around too much though, he doesn’t want you to spiral and make yourself upset
• He’ll suggest a fun or relaxing activity together, even if it’s only reading or helping him write a song, at least it gets you out of your own head for a bit and focused on something else 
• If the pain is keeping you up at night, you can bet Maglor will stroke your hair and sing to you. It doesn’t even have to be the evening, he’ll do it even if you’re only the slightest bit stressed 
• He’s a very calming presence so it’s unlikely you’ll get too irritable and wound up. 
• And if you do, Maglor doesn’t mind being your emotional punching bad. He grew up with six brothers - he can take some insults. 
• What Maglor hates most though is when you get over-emotional and start crying over something trivial, he just hates seeing you upset and knowing there’s nothing he can do to help
• (Lol this was me the other week - i legit cried because the shop on animal crossing was closed and i wanted to sell a fish)
• After a few months, Maglor will more or less know what to expect with you so outbursts don’t bother him as much. And he knows just what works the best to help you too

Send me headcanon requests. Legit anything. I am taking requests for:

- All Feanorians

- Fingon

- Turgon

- Finrod

- Angrod & Aegnor

- Elladan & Elrohir

- Glorfindel

- Ecthelion

I make long headcanons! I guarantee at least 10 mini paragraphs!

Some prompt ideas:

- Children

- Marriage or Proposal

- Protectiveness

- General Relationship

- Fluff

- NS*W

- Ruling together

- Dating

- Literally ANYTHING you can come up with. I just want to write.

- No one had really expected the eldest Feanorian to ever marry

- Not only did he have crushing responsibilities, but few thought he would ever truly open up his heart to someone else

- But when he did, the elven lands were in uproar with excitement. This was a speck of good news - of celebration, during darker times

- The wedding ceremony was lavish, with all the elven leaders present. After all, a queen was being crowned

- A few mortal kings and warriors were in attendance as well. The crowning of an elven queen could happen only every few thousand years. Their stories of what they saw would be passed down in their kingdoms for generations

- Your flowing robes were embedded with thousands of tiny crystals, glowing and sparkling in the sun. When you moved, it looked like pure sunlight had surrounded you and was following you

- You were crowned with a circlet of rubies, crafted by Curufin, and said by storytellers of old to have contained fire for that was how bright they shone

- But your appreciation for these material things paled in comparison to the real reason you were there. Love.

- Because finally, after countless years, you were marrying the one man you truly loved, and that man could hardly believe that you were willing to open up your heart to him

- Being the Queen of Himring wasn’t without its troubles. When Morgoth burst forth in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and the kingdom’s king was leading the soldiers onto the battlefield, you, the queen, played your part, helping Himring stay strong, extending a hand of sanctuary to those who needed it. The people looked to you for guidance, and you gave your heart, your body, your soul.

- And when your fortress was forsaken after the crushing, bloody battles, the you led your people to safety, remaining steadfast at Maedhros’s side, the ruby crown visible to all who followed.

- Your husband couldn’t deny his crippling guilt. He had made you, the love of his life, a queen without a kingdom. Many a night, the two of you whispered to each other in the dark, made love by candlelight, dressed each other’s wounds, and only thought of each other as the storms raged outside.

- And when he died, killed by the roaring flames and the jump of his own doing, you followed in your own way. You led your people to their final sanctuary, the place where they’d finally be safe, and you declared your mission complete.

- All that marked the place where a great queen of beauty, strength, and terrible loss was a thin layer of silvery leaves and a twisted piece of metal that once would have been a ruby crown.

Request by a lovely anon:  Hello! First I loved your chapter of Pure Blood, amazing as always Second, can I request a smut first time with Maglor and fem! Reader, where reader is kinda shy? I love all of your smuts

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff

Words: 2, 267

Masterlist

A/n: So i decided to make the reader plus size. I hope you don’t mind.

A relief sigh fell from your lips as you sit by the riverbank, delighted that you finally could be in this quiet place all by yourself.

You hate crowds of people, you always had. It made you feel dizzy and breathless, feeling they judging gaze on you since you aren’t like the other beautiful elven maidens. Tall, slim, and with perfect heart shape face and sweet pouty lips.

No, you were the opposite of that.

You are small with extra curves. You have a round face shape and your lips were excessively plump for an elf. Your mother was always making snarky comments about your fatness, telling the servants to put less food on your plate to see if you lose weight. But your older sister is way worse than your mother, always introducing you to the other Lords and Ladies as the black sheep of the family. It was because of that, that you stop going to the feasts and found that quiet spot by the riverbank.

The smooth sound of the water stream made your all body and mind relax, forgetting all the madness of your family and the cruel world. You rest your back on the tree behind and close your eyes, focusing on the beautiful sound around you.

Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps beside you. Your eyes shot open and you saw the one and only, Prince Maglor.

“Oh? I’m sorry if I have disturbed you, My Lady.” He says as he sees you sitting against an old tree.

You quickly stood up and bow very awkwardly to him, your cheeks burning like the flames of Aulë forges. “M-My Prince!… N-No, you didn’t disturb me. Huh… I was about to leave actually.” You shutter.

He looks down at you with his perfect brow lift, seeing through your lies. “You don’t need to leave just because I’m here, My Lady.” He says with a delicate voice. “Actually, I would love that you stayed here with me. I need someone to judge the new songs that I created.” He sits down and puts his harp on his lap.

You stayed there awkwardly, swaying on your feet. You didn’t know what to respond to that, you aren’t good with people especially with royal ones.

Maglor looks up to your in curiosity and pats the green grass beside him. “Come. Sit and relax, My Lady.” He says with a soft smile.

Swallowing hard, you sit beside him very ungracefully. You look down to your hands, playing with the hem of your dress. Maglor grab his harp and began playing a soft melody, his slender fingers brushing the thin strings carefully. He took a deep breath and began to sing.

His voice was something that you had never heard before. It was full of passion and fire. You have heard that Maglor had a beautiful voice but you thought that was only your sister being exaggerated.

You find yourself humming softly with him, your mind was clear and your body relaxed which was strange since you are in the presence of a Prince.

When he finished, he put down his harp and grins excitedly to you, his dark blue eyes glittering in mischief. “Well? Did you like it?” He asked.

You took a moment to return from your trance. Blinking a few times, you look back to him and smile shyly. “Yes, My Prince… It was very beautiful.”

He grins widely and rests his back against the tree. “You know… You have a beautiful voice. We could do a duet together!” He says in excitement.

You shook your head quickly and gasp. “No!” You yelp, making Maglor look at you in confusion. You push an h/c lock behind your pointy ear and clear your throat. “W-What I mean is… that I’m not very good with crowds and singing is not a talent I have.” You whisper.

Maglor frowns and looks at you carefully. “I found that very hard to believe, My Lady.” He says. “A beautiful elleth like you must be the jewel of a feast and when you joined while I was singing… it was beautiful.”

You blush violently with his words and look away, trying to hide your face from him. “Excuse me for saying this, My Prince… but you must be blind.” You say quietly, scared that you maybe have offended him.

Maglor tilts his head and frowns. “Why would you say that?” He asked.

You bit your lip and take a deep breath. “Because… Because I’m not beautiful, My Prince.” Your voice trembles as you say those words, trying to fight the tears from falling.

You have been bullied your all life by your own family. You don’t have any self-love, every time you look in a mirror, you only see an ugly fat elleth.  So, it’s hard to believe his words especially when it’s the first time you have heard those words.

You feel a large soft hand cupping your soaked cheek and a thumb cleaning your tears away. Looking up, you see Maglor gazing at you with concern.

“Don’t cry, My Lady.” He whispers. “I’ve noticed you a few times in some feasts. Always wearing a simple dark red gown with a simple necklace and hair down. Every time I saw you, I thought ‘She is a rare elleth.’” He smiles softly at you and grabs your hand. “Do you know why?” You shook your head, sniffing quietly. “You have something that every elleth would die to have… a natural beauty.”

Your eyes widen and more tears fall down your eyes. He might be lying but you want so bad to hear those words, to feel beautiful.

“You don’t need jewels or expensive gowns to make you beautiful, My Lady.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

You clean your tears and smile at him. “Thank you… Thank you so much.”

After that day, you two have been meeting in secret there. Maglor would always bring his harp and play it softly while you hum a soft melody. Sometimes you two would just relax and share stories or things you both have in common which both you hate attending feasts.

One day, Maglor had sent you a letter to meet him at midnight by the riverbank. You thought it was weird since you both made a deal to meet always in the evening. Wrapping a dark cloak around you, hiding your nightgown from preying eyes, and walk out from your house.

When you got to the riverbank, Maglor was already there waiting for you. A serious look on his face as he watches the water stream flow gently.

“Maglor.” You whisper as you sit beside him.

He looks to you and smiles widely. “Y/n.” He greets.

“What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait for tomorrow?” You asked.

He took a deep breath and whisper something under his breath like he was trying to get the courage for something. Clearing his throat, Maglor turns to you and grabs your hands with his.

“Y/n…Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you.” He pauses for a moment, his deep blue eyes fixed on yours. “I-I’m not very good with this but… Would you make my dreams come true and court me?” His eyes shined like two big stars, filled with hope and fear at the same time.

You were speechless for a while. Shocked that someone like him would want you to be his. You definitely have feelings for him even when you tried to bury them since you thought that Maglor would only see you as a friend.

“You don’t need to accept-”

“Yes!” You cut him off with a big smile. “Million yes!”

You see a tear fall down his eye and a relief sigh fell from his lips. “Thank you Eru.” He whispers to himself as he pulls you into a warm embrace. He kisses your both cheeks and then gives a small, shy kiss on your lips. “You make me so happy, Nin mel.”

You giggle and kiss him back, feeling brave for a second. “And so do you.” You whisper, seeing how beautifully the moonlight fell on his raven black hair and his pearly white skin.

You cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. You feel his warm hands moving to your waist, pulling you into his lap as he leans down for another kiss but this one was full of passion and lust. You moan into the kiss, letting your hands roam freely, exploring his strong chest and arms.

Maglor gently removes your cloak, goosebumps spread through your skin as the cool air of night kiss your feverish skin.

“Maglor…” You whimper, feeling a massive tent between your legs.

“What is it, Nin mel?” He asked as he moves his lips to your neck, nibbling the skin there.

“More… I-I want more…” You moan as you tried to remove his shirt.

He helps you and throws his shirt to where your cloak was. “Your wishes are my command, Nin mel.” with that, he pulls the ribbon of your nightgown and removes it from you, making you bare to his eyes. “Beautiful…” He murmured in awe.

You tried to hide your breasts but Maglor stopped you. “Don’t! You are beautiful, Y/n. Don’t you ever try to hide your beauty.”

You nod slowly, feeling overwhelmed by all his sweet words. He leans down and began kissing a trail towards the valley between your breasts. His kisses making your blood boil with need. You feel his hands wandering to your plump thighs, grabbing gently the extra meat there and moaning against your skin.

“Your body is soft… I love it.” He whispers as he captures your nipple with his mouth, giving a hard suck.

You arch your back and moan loudly, forgetting that you both are outside and that someone could see them at any moment. You put your hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his silky black hair, and push him more into my chest.

“Ahh…Maglor…” You mewl, drunk by the feeling of his mouth on you.

His kisses began moving down to your soft belly, his soft lips caress all your extra curve with such passion. He was worshipping your body as it belongs to a Goddess.

He pushes your legs apart and nests between them, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders. His deep blue eyes fixed on yours as he leans down and kisses the space between your thigh and your soaked lips. A lewd whimper fell from your lips and you rock your hips a little, trying to get his mouth directly into your core.

“Maglor…Please!” You plead, your eyes were almost black with lust.

He nods and starts kissing and licking your wet slit, sucking gently your swollen clit. Moans, whimpers, and pleads fell from your lips while Maglor feast between your legs like a mad man. This was your first time and you should be afraid but something in Maglor made you feel safe like he would never let something happen to you.

He pushes one slender finger inside your channel, making you gasp in surprise. He looks up, his eyes asking if you were okay. You nod and smile softly, gasping for air as his finger began doing the come hither motion.

You could feel your orgasm coming close and you knew that Maglor could feel it too. He took his finger out and stood between your legs on his knees. You blush immensely as he licks your nectar from his finger and hums in pleasure.

“True nectar from the Gods.” He says as he leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and moan softly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Maglor grabs his shaft with his hand and rubs gently against your soaked sex, lubricating his member with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He asked in a quiet voice, fear of being rejected lingering behind his mind.

You swallow loudly and nod, smiling sweetly at him. “Yes, my love… I’m absolutely sure about this.”

He chuckles and nods. Positioning his shaft at your entrance, he began pushing inside slowly, careful to not hurt you too much. You hiss and claw his back with your nails, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax as much you could.

“That’s it, Y/n…Relax…” He whispers against your ear. “Oh, Eru… you feel so good, Nin mel.”

You whimper and bit your lower lip, the pain had begun to vanish and pleasure took over your body. You squeeze tightly your velvet walls around his member, making him moan loudly in surprise.

Maglor begins thrusting harder, shaking your all body. His left hand grabs yours and put beside your head on the cool grass, intertwining your fingers together while his right hand grabs tightly your hips.

Sweet nothings fell from his lips while you moaned his name into the cool night. The lewd sounds from your bodies echoed through the calm waters of the river and the moon bathe you two with her silver light.

“I-I love you, Y/n…. I love you so fucking much, Nin mel.” Maglor whispers.

Tears of joy fall from your eyes, feeling so happy and so loved. You pull him into a deep kiss and rest your forehead against his.

“I love you too, My Prince.” you whisper back.

The two of you make love the rest of the night, surrounded by the sound of the river and illuminated with moonlight.

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

Also, if you like my work, feel free to buy me a coffee on my Ko-fi

☕Ko-fi☕

XOXO

So, i was in the spooky mood and decide to write a Phasmophobia crossover with Fëanor’s sons. I hope you guys enjoy this One-Shot.

Warnings: Spooky, funny

Words: 1,600

Masterlist

The seven brothers stood in front of the dark house quietly. Their eyes fixed on the plain knob, waiting for one of them to go in first.

“Well,” Maedhros said as he looks to his brothers. “Go on.”

Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, and Ambarussa shook their heads, taking a step back. Fear spreading in their eyes. Curufin sighs and walks towards the door, mumbling something under his breath.

“For fuck sake! I do it!” He said as he grabs the cold knob door and turns it to the side. He gave a gentle push but the door didn’t budge.

“OH MY FUCKING ERU!!! IT’S THE GHOST!” Ambarussa yelled, making their brothers also freak out and start running around like headless chickens.

Maedhros sighs deeply and walked to the door, taking the keys from his pocket and unlock the door. “Calm down! The door was locked,” he said as he walks inside, his younger brothers following him close behind. They all turn on their flashlights and began looking around the house.

“Alright. Maglor comes with me to the second floor. Celegorm and Curufin go to the garage. Ambarussa searches the main floor and Caranthir goes to the basement, okay?” Maedhros orders while he grabs his gear, his brothers doing the same.

“Wait!” Caranthir yelps. “Why do I have to go down there alone?!”

Celegorm smirks and pat his younger brother’s head. “Aww Is little Caranthir scared?”

Caranthir shoves Celegorm’s hand away and huffs in annoyance. “I’m not scared! If I want, I would search this all house alone!”

Maedhros, Maglor, and Curufin laughed and began searching for the ghost who has been haunting that house.

Maglor turns on the EMF reader and tries to see if he could find the ghost presence in the rooms upstairs while Maedhros tries to find fingerprints with the UV light. The rest of the brothers were doing their tasks.

Maglor passes by the bathroom and EMF reader beebs, making them stop and look to the bathroom door. Maedhros nods and gently pushes the door open. They walk inside and the EMF reader beebs louder for a second but then goes quiet.

“It was here,” Maglor whispers, his breath coming out in little puffs.

Maedhros nods and points the UV light to the doorknob, seeing a small handprint there. “Yes…and it looks like she left the room.” He said as he nods towards the handprint. He looks around, noticing that the room was a little chilly. He grabs his radio and put it in front of his mouth. “Guys, it looks like we have a handprint and freezing temperatures.”

“Where?” Celegorm’s voice sounded on the radio.

“In the bathroom upstairs,” Maedhros answered. “But she’s gone. I and Maglor will search the other rooms.”

“Alright.” They all said.

                                                             ///

“I fucking hate this!” Caranthir whispers under his breath as he looks around the basement. “I’m always left out.”

Suddenly, a ball role from behind a locker and stops in front of him. Caranthir stops in his tracks and points his flashlight to the ball. A shiver runs down his spine and the hair behind his neck stood up.

Carefully, he grabs the ball and looks inside the locker. “Hello?” He asked. “Is anyone here?”

“Hey!” A faint voice sounded right on his ear, making him turn back with a jump, only to find nothing in there.

“Fuck!” He growls as his flashlight starts blinking. He grabs his radio and presses the button. “Hey, guys… I think she’s here.”

“Alright! We will be there in a minute!” Amrod said.

Caranthir sighs and throws the ball to the locker, closing the door quietly. His body froze as he hears small footsteps behind him and sees two rotten hands in front of his eyes.

“Don’t worry…You won’t be alone anymore.” The ghost whispers in his ear right before she kills him.

                                                            ///

“Did you heard that?” Amras asked his twin while they go down the stairs of the basement.

Amrod nods and points his flashlight to the corner of the basement. His eyes widen when he saw Caranthir’s body on the floor.

“Shit!” Amrod growls as he goes to his brother’s body, seeing bruises on his face and neck. “Amras call the others! We need to take pictures for evidence!”

Amras looks to his twin in shock. “T-Take a picture??!! Fuck, Amrod! Our brother is dead!!” he yelped. Shaking violently, Amras grabs his radio and presses the button. “G-Guys… Caranthir is d-dddead!” he shutters.

“WHAT?!” All the brothers yelled.

“Stay put! We coming there.” Maedhros said.

Amras took a deep breath and look back to his twin but to his surprise, Amrod wasn’t there.

“Amrod? Amrod where are you??” Amras called in panic, looking around the room. He turns the flashlight to the other corner and a gasp fell from his lips as he sees his twin being choked by a little girl ghost.

“AMROD!” Amras yelled, grabbing the ghost’s attention. “Fuck!”

Amras turns around and runs up the stairs towards the basement door, his flashlight blinking quickly. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! GET AWAY FROM ME!” He yelled as the door gets shut in his face and locks him in there.

He looks back slowly, seeing the little girl behind him.

“Come play with us,” she whispers.

                                                            ///

“Fuck! Amras!” Curufin cursed as he and Celegorm run towards the basement door. He tries to pull the door open but it was stuck. So, Curufin and Celegorm, both grab the doorknob and pull it with their strength.

“Come on! Pull it!” Celegorm yelled.

With two more strong pulls, the door opens and the two brothers almost fall down to the floor. Curufin gasped as Celegorm growls in annoyance when both of them saw their younger brothers dead on the basement floor.

“Fuck!….Maedhros…Maglor… You guys better come here.” Curufin said on the radio. He looks to Celegorm and nods to the door. “Put some salt on the floor there while I put the journal down to see if our little ghost friend wants to speak with us.” He said as he walks to the middle of the room and puts his journal down on the floor.

Celegorm finishes putting the salt on the floor when he sees the kitchen light turn on. “Maedhros? Is that you?” He asked as he goes check the kitchen. He grabs the spirit box and turns it on. “Are you here?” He whispers, seeing the numbers of the spirit box going higher.

“Yes.” A mechanic male voice comes out from the box.

“Shit… I don’t get paid enough for this."Celegorm whispers. "Curufin… she’s here-” He stops in his tracks as he sees the little girl standing right in front of him.  He lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes. “Fuck.”

                                                            ///

Curufin looks towards the door, swearing that he heard Celegorm calling his name. “Meh…it might be nothing,” He said while shrugging his shoulders.

He looks down at the journal and took a deep breath. “Can you write in the journal what you want?” He asked the ghost.

He waits for a while his eyes fixed on the yellowish pages. As he was about to give up and walk upstairs, words start appearing in the journal pages.

Play. Play. Play. Play

“Oh? You want to play?” He murmurs as he took a step back towards the stairs. “Celegorm! Come help me here!” He yells but got no response from his brother. “Celegorm?”

A gasp echoed through the room and his flashlight starts blinking fast. “No, no, no, no.” He whispers as he hears the door close and locks again. He runs to the lockers to try and hide but it was too late.

“For fuck sake.” He whispers as he sees the little hands in front of his eyes.

                                                          ///

“Guys? Guys?” Maedhros asked through the radio but none of his brothers answered. He looks to Maglor with a worried look. “Let’s go check on them.”

Maglor nods and follows him downstairs. The first thing they saw when they got down the stairs was Celegorm’s body in the kitchen.

“Go check the basement while I go grab Celegorm’s stuff,” Maedhros said as he walks towards his brother’s body.

As he kneels down to grab the spirit box, a chill scream comes from the basement. “Maglor?!” Maedhros yelled.

He runs to the basement door and sees Maglor’s body at the end of the stairs. His flashlight starts blinking and loud footsteps come behind him.

“I’ve got you.” a giggle sounded in his ear as everything goes dark around him.

A few hours later

“We lost again…” Celegorm huffs while the Fëanor’s sons sat on the sofa looking down at their dead bodies.

“Why I’m always the first one to die??!!!” Caranthir growls in annoyance, his chin resting on his palm.

Maedhros looks down beside him, seeing Y/n happily playing with Maglor’s hair. “Good job, Y/n.” He says with a smile.

The child ghost gave him a toothless smile and giggle. “It was fun!” she said with a big grin. “Maglor screamed like a girl.”

All the brothers start laughing and sharing the silly things they did while they were ghosts and playing all night with Y/n.

Hey Guys!! I hope this Halloween one-shot!!! Feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

Also, if you like my stories, you can donate on my Ko-fi and support my writing there!

☕Ko-fi☕

XOXO