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cilil · 1 year

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"Secret Training Session" [Eönwë/reader]

At first you had only meant to tease him, but as time went on, it became more of a game between the two of you, one you didn't intend to lose. With every blush, every twinkle in his eyes, every fleeting touch, you became more and more curious what it was that he felt deep down.

Pairing: Eönwë/FemMaia!reader Synopsis: Eönwë catches you in the middle of a secret training session. You take the opportunity to tease him a little. Featuring: PWP, a bit of authority kink {Minors DNI}

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You were in the middle of your secret training session when you heard the rustle of wings behind you, followed by footsteps, and sensed the familiar presence of Eönwë.

"There you are," he said and you turned around to face him. He was raising one eyebrow at you, yet the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You lowered your sword and attempted to look apologetic as he approached you, greeting him with a respectful nod.

"Weren't you supposed to attend the tea party Lord Manwë organized for our dear friends?" Eönwë asked, referring to the Vanyar. Both of you knew the Vala enjoyed spending time with them, teaching them song and poetry and listening to their creations.

"Well... I have nothing to contribute, so I thought I could just... train some more instead," you said with a sheepish expression. The truth was that you had snuck out of Manwë's halls and away from your fellow Maiar because you found these events to be a little boring; no matter how beautiful everyone's songs and poems were, they couldn't quite compare to the thrill of swordsmanship.

Eönwë shook his head, though you could tell he couldn't bring himself to be genuinely upset with you. A little disappointed at most, if you had to guess. The two of you had known each other for almost as long as you had been on Arda, serving Manwë and even going to war together. You knew he understood you, even if he wouldn't admit it. As Manwë's herald and chief among the Maiar, he had to act accordingly, and he always took his duties very seriously.

"Why don't you spar with me a little?" you suggested, toying with the hilt of your sword to entice him to draw his own and join you. In your opinion, nothing was more fun than a sparring session with Eönwë, not to mention that there was no stronger opponent to learn from. You never stood a chance against him, but he was always willing to share his knowledge and made sure to never hurt you.

"So it is not enough for you to skip Lord Manwë's parties, you also want to talk your fellow Maiar into following your example?" Eönwë scolded you, but his tone remained gentle and there was a playful sparkle in his blue eyes.

Playing along, you leaned on your sword and pouted. "Aw, come on. Only a quick round. Please general."

As soon as those words left your mouth, you could see a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and his wings fluttered nervously.

"I, um... you know I appreciate it, but... now that the war is over, there is no need for such a title..." Eönwë said, trying but failing to keep his composure.

You were well aware of the effect these words had on him. When you fought alongside him in the War of Wrath, you had watched him step up and accept the role of leading the Host of Valinor into battle, doing whatever it took and pushing himself to his limits to become the leader you and your brothers and sisters in arms needed. You were incredibly proud of him and admired him, even though he was reluctant to take credit for his efforts and was often embarrassed when people praised him.

Yet despite his best efforts to hide it, you knew part of him had enjoyed being referred to as general or commander by the Elves and his fellow Maiar alike, so you had decided to continue doing so. At first you had only meant to tease him, but as time went on, it became more of a game between the two of you, one you didn't intend to lose. With every blush, every twinkle in his eyes, every fleeting touch, you became more and more curious what it was that he felt deep down when you used these titles.

"Ahem. We should probably put away your sword and return to Lord Manwë's halls," Eönwë attempted to change the topic, still visibly flustered.

Unfortunately for him, you were unwilling to give up so easily. Instead of following his lead, you remained where you stood, smiled and looked up at him with faux innocence.

"And what will you do if I refuse, general?" you whispered, a challenge flashing in your eyes.

A sharp inhale, a nervous blink, cheeks flushing red. Your smile broadened as you knew you were slowly but surely wearing him down, chipping away at the facade of the always humble and patient herald of the Elder King.

"I..."

Eönwë paused to make sure no one else was around. His eyes were roaming your entire body, and you could feel a whirlwind of emotions emanating from his fëa, nervousness, shame, confusion, yet also unmistakable desire.

"I am beginning to feel like you know exactly what you are doing to me," he said.

"Perhaps. I would certainly like to find out," you replied, pupils dilating as your fëa responded to his in kind and your fána began feeling strangely warm.

Eönwë stepped forward until he stood directly in front of you, then took your sword from you, tossed it to the side and slowly brought his hand up to your face to caress your cheek. His eyes never left yours, always searching your face for signs of rejection or discomfort, but you leaned into his touch with a content sigh.

"Please," you breathed.

"Not here," Eönwë said quietly and lowered his hand to take hold of your upper arm.

"Come."

You were surprised by the sudden gesture of authority, but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you, a pleasant rush of excitement coursing through you like lightning.

"Yes sir," you said with a respectful bow of your head, causing his grip around your arm to tighten for a split second, and allowed him to lead you away from the training grounds.

Eönwë brought you to an empty guest room inside the west wing of Ilmarin, keeping quiet along the way. As soon as the door fell shut behind the two of you, you found yourself pushed up against the nearest wall and your wrists pinned above your head by a pair of strong hands. You looked up at Eönwë through half-lidded eyes, and all you could think about was how strangely good it felt to be held by him and how breathtakingly beautiful he was like this, eyes dark with desire, lips slightly parted, wings unfolding to wrap around the two of you.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked after a few seconds of silence, visibly concerned that he had been too rough just now.

You shook your head, smiling. "Your concern is touching, but you forget that I am a Maia and a warrior like yourself."

Seeing that Eönwë was still hesitant, you pressed your body against his.

"What are you waiting for, general? I am all yours."

You felt his lips on yours before you knew what was happening and you responded in kind, kissing him back. It felt as amazing as you had imagined it to be, passionate and soft at the same time, like the gentle caress of down on your skin. His hands let go of your wrists to explore your body, tracing every curve with an appreciative hum.

A needy whine escaped your lips when Eönwë suddenly stopped kissing and touching you. You could tell that he was still worried that he could accidentally hurt you or go too far, though he was finally giving in to the desires he had suppressed for such a long time.

"If you want this, I suggest you undress, little bird," he said and took a step back to give you some space.

You removed your armor and clothes as quickly as you could, eager to continue this little game you had started. As soon as you presented your bare fána to him, Eönwë closed the distance between the two of you once again and resumed kissing and teasing you with featherlight touches of his fingertips. You arched your back, silently begging him for more, but he took his time, forcing you to be patient.

By the time he finally allowed his right hand to dip between your legs and carefully inserted a finger, you were already wet and ready for him.

"Please," was all you managed to say and moved your hips in an attempt to increase friction.

"Patience, dear," Eönwë scolded you gently, yet even in your current state you noticed that he was overjoyed to feel you responding to him with such enthusiasm.

"If you want something, you have to ask nicely."

You nodded and bit your lip to suppress another noise of distress when he withdrew his fingers to give you the opportunity to do so. Obedient, you lowered yourself to your knees, leaning against his thigh for support as you looked up to him with pleading eyes.

"Please general. I need you."

"And what would you have me do with you?"

Eönwë placed his hand on your head and caressed your hair. You could tell it took all of his self-control to remain calm and not fuck you right then and there.

"Please take me," you whispered.

"Very well. Get on the bed."

"Yes sir."

You did as you were told, lying down on your back and spreading your legs for him without needing to be prompted. He took his time removing his own armor and clothes to admire you, and his eyes never left yours.

Your need for him was becoming unbearable. Eönwë was beautiful even among the Maiar, and you would often admire him in secret, yet it was nothing compared to the sensation of gazing upon his bare fána, a sight reserved only for those he chose to trust.

Soft feathers brushed against your skin while he climbed on top of you, his wings fanning out as if to draw you into a protective and loving embrace. The tips of his pale blonde hair, always slightly tousled by the wind that seemed to accompany him wherever he went, tickled your chest and neck when he leaned down to kiss you. His strong hands roamed your entire body, eager to explore, and he let out an appreciative hum.

"Such a pretty little Maia," Eönwë whispered and gently tilted your head back to expose your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin until he had your squirming underneath him.

"And all mine."

"Y-yes... all yours–!" you agreed, gasping as he took hold of your wrists once again to pin them above your head. He wasn't going to go easy on you, that much was obvious, he was going to take it slow and enjoy toying with you.

"Lie still," he ordered before letting go of your wrists. His voice was gentle, yet there was an air of authority to it, making it very clear that he expected you to obey.

It wasn't an easy task to do so, you realized when Eönwë proceeded to plant tiny kisses all over your upper and lower body, slowly making his way down until he dipped his head between your legs to find you wet and aching for him.

"Careful, dear, you are going to stain the sheets," he admonished, though there was a playful lilt in his tone and a warm smile on his lips.

"Does it please you, general?" you challenged, spreading your legs as far as you could to grant better access.

"It does indeed."

A shaky moan escaped your lips when Eönwë started licking and kissing your dripping folds before placing his hands on the inside of your thighs. His tongue quickly found your clit and he appeared to take great delight in playing with it to draw sweet noises of pleasure from your lips, occasionally pushing inside you as well to lick up your juices.

You were getting closer and closer to climax, incoherent pleas falling from your lips, but he stopped just as you were teetering on the brink of your orgasm.

"Eönwë... please..." you whined, only for him to shake his head with a soft smile.

"I can't go easy on you after the little stunt you pulled earlier," he said while climbing back on top of you, lips wet and glistening.

"But don't worry, little bird. I will take good care of you."

"P-please–ah!"

You had to bite your lip to avoid crying out in pleasure when you finally felt him entering you. The process was almost painless despite his size, thanks to Eönwë's slow and careful movements and your fána being eager to join with his. He allowed you a moment to adjust, then started moving.

Your passage was tight, gripping his length like a vice, and you felt him hitting all the right spots inside you as he started fucking you harder and faster, letting out small noises of pleasure every once in a while. As your fëar brushed against each other and intertwined, you could feel that he was trying to hold back, fearing that he could hurt you, but his resolve was quickly melting away from the heat of desire.

Wordlessly, you embraced him, both in body and spirit, to reassure him that it was alright and you were enjoying yourself. Eönwë's lips sought out yours once more, a silent sign of gratitude, and he listened to your cries and moans of pleasure as his relentless thrusts finally pushed you over the edge and you came around him, legs wrapped tightly around his hips to draw him in.

He only granted you a few seconds to catch your breath before continuing to fuck you, chasing his own release. You were still trembling from the height of your climax and holding on to him with all your remaining strength, nails digging into his back, though he didn't even seem to notice in the state he was in.

There was a bright flash of silvery light in his eyes when he finally released inside you with a soft sigh of relief, reminiscent of the gentle winds in the Plain of Valinor. Eönwë proceeded to hold you in his arms for a while, eyes closed as he allowed himself to rest. Feathers rustled quietly when his wings relaxed as well, covering both of you like a warm, fluffy blanket.

"Are you hurt, dear?" he asked once he opened his eyes again, his beautiful features clouded with worry.

You shook your head, but he still seemed concerned.

"If... if I have done anything to hurt you -" he began again, but you silenced him with another kiss.

"You haven't. I enjoyed this as much as you did. All of it," you said and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

You finally felt Eönwë relaxing, and he stroked your hair.

"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I did," he whispered in your ear.

"Don't worry about me," you replied with a small smile on your lips.

"After all, am I not a warrior like yourself, general?"

You didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling as well.

"Indeed, my dear, you are."

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rosebloodcat · 1 year

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Crossover AU Idea: Trollhunters and the Kane Chronicles

Had an idea for a crossover and I really need to say/share it with people!

Basically, what if Toby and Jim were Magicians that lived in Arcadia? And not just two random, clueless kids that got sucked into a magical war that had been rumbling away under their feet by random chance. I think it would be cool!

(What would this AU be called? Trolls and Magicians? Magicians and Trolls? House of Trolls? House of Hunters?)

They were part of the recruits Sadie and Carter found before the second book, who were brought in to be taught and to learn about using Divine Magic. Which they did!

Eventually Toby and Jim decided, after finishing their Magician Training, to go back to Arcadia. Both because of homesickness and to finish their normal schooling, and because the Main Threat to them all (the return of Apophis, the Sun Eating Snake Monster) had finally been settled.

(I mean, that’s how it’s “supposed” to go after the Apocalypse has been stopped, right? Everyone just goes back to their normal lives with no ill effects? (They are very wrong but they don’t know that.))

> I haven’t decided on their respective gods yet because there are a LOT of Egyptian gods and I want to pick someone who’ll be a good fit for them and hasn’t already been used for a magician in canon.

I’m clueless for Toby so far, but I’d love if I could tie in his use of a War-hammer or just a Hammer to his patron.

For Jim, I kind of want to play with his name and have his god be a Water/River god. I’m considering using Nephthys, since she’s a powerful goddess in her own right and tends to get overlooked in favor of others. (Plus, it would be fun to expand her character!) That, or a god that could be tied into his knife and/or cooking skills.

> Toby’s therapist is part of the House of Life so that he can fully unload/unpack everything they’ve been through. He keeps trying to convince Jim to go too, but Jim keeps shrugging it off or saying he doesn’t need it.

(He does. He absolutely does, no matter how much he denies it. And stress baking, while delicious, doesn’t help as much as he thinks it does.)

> Neither of them were front-line fighters during the battle in Egypt, but they WERE in the battle at the Brooklyn House.

The two of them hadn’t put a lot of focus on weapon training, focusing more on the magic side of things. That said, Jim’s got a MEAN swing with a sword when it comes down to it.

(Although, since they came back to Arcadia, they’ve become a tad rusty at fighting. Not because they haven’t been practicing, but more because they’ve only been able to train with each other and against Shabtis.)

> SPEAKING OF THE HOUSE OF LIFE! There is a House in Arcadia, but it’s pretty much empty and unused most of the time. Arcadia does feel very magical/magic saturated to anyone who knows how to tell. But, as far as the Magician’s have been able to tell, there doesn’t really seem to be anything there. The House is more of an Out Post/Watch House than anything else.

Jim and Toby have a Bi-Weekly Sleepover Weekend there to practice their magic and try to keep in shape. It’s also a good place to just... Hang out without the usual problems that crop up.

A safe space to get away from everything and just be themselves.

> After facing the end of the world together, Toby and Jim are really close. They’re also really close to the other kids from the Brooklyn House.

This is part of the reason why they have problems connecting with the kids at school.

They can’t bond with everyone over the things they enjoy, they can’t talk about their experiences, they can’t share the things they learned during those couple years they were outside Arcadia, so they just kind of... Hang back and let everyone else drift by them.

(It’s also another reason why Jim has so much trouble talking with Claire. He has NO IDEA how to talk about Normal Non-Magician Teenager Things and he has no idea how to approach a girl who’s not a magician who helped stop the End of the World.)

> The two of them know A Lot about Egyptology and Egyptian History. Honestly, after everything they’ve been through, it would be weirder if they DIDN’T know about those.

> Barbara and Nana both know that the boys have been through Crazy Shit™ and try to help where/how they can. And despite how long they were separated, both boys still have really strong bonds with their respective guardians.

Things were a little awkward/clumsy when they first came back, but they’ve all settled into a comfortable routine with each other. Home feels like home again.

That said, Jim still suffers from some wanderlust because of everything that happened. It hard to fully settle into normal.

> When Jim and Toby find the Amulet, they are a HELL of a lot more cautious about it. Magic is an old hat for them by now, and talking amulets that know (one of) their names are SUPER SUS and treated with the UPMOST WARINESS.

(Who knows what could be accidentally unleashed if they try messing with it??)

They don’t bother trying to research the amulet at school. (Since it’s Very Obviously a magical artifact.) Instead they vow to look into it at the Arcadia House and to call other magicians if things take a weird/bad turn with it. (Or if they find something worrying about it.)

Plus, it’s not smart to talk about magic around not-magic people. They are smarter than that.

> Jim openly tells him mom he and Toby found a weird, magical-thing in the canal and that (after dropping his stuff off at home) he plans to go to the Arcadia House to have it checked out. There’s no need to hide magic from her in this one since she already knows about it.

Barbara’s okay with that plan, but also gives him explicit instructions to call/text her if anything happens.

>When Blinky and Arrrgh show up in Jim’s basement, things do not go as smoothy as they had been hoping for. Mostly because Jim is a magician who survived the Apocalypse and is armed with a duat locker that has his weapons and a wide array of verbal spells to call on.

Blinky gets magically punched.

Arrrgh gets a few new scars from a Khopesh.

Jim hits his head against something.

Basically, it’s frantic and messy until they manage to get across that they don’t mean any harm. Jim takes the testament with a grain of salt.

I'm not really sure where it would go from there other than this:

Blinky and Arrrgh are impressed by Jim’s skill in a fight.

They learn that the world almost ended and they didn’t notice

There is a new, genuine Pharaoh who can channel Divine Magic and Blinky is excited for the lost magic being regained. He is learning just as much from the boys as they are from him.

Toby is brought up to speed and makes it very clear that Jim’s not going to be doing this by himself. There is a lot of arguing about letting the rest of the House of Life know what’s up.

They get to see the Arcadia House, and learn more about the training Toby and Jim have.

Jim takes to the Amulet better than he thought, but worries about how is might mess with his magic since he doesn’t know what it was made with. Also, plate armor is new and hard to move in.

Jim still fights Draal, but spares him bc of compassion and “How the hell do you expect to take care of everything myself? I need back-up to get shit done, that’s how human’s work.”

Toby points out that “We’re squishy magic users, we need muscle to back us up. Especially if we need to bust out the BIG spells.”

And that’s about it for now. I will probably think of more later, but I’ve been sitting on this idea for long enough.

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