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Seconds Chances Are Worth Living For

Maglor x human!reader

Request: Hi can I request an fic (or onehsot) where a human finds Maglor wondering the beach where he threw the silmaril and they help him? - anon

Warnings: human!reader, light angst with happy ending/comfort, depressed and gloomy Maglor

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Nobody ever said second chances in life were easy, nor were changes necessary to bring them.

“Will you not come with me?”

His heart twisted painfully; your words lingered in the air like an unwelcome odour he desperately wished to dispel. Too often had these haunting words surfaced in his mind during the agonizing days of solitude. Too many times, he found himself yearning for them to materialize into reality, yet he remained resolute in his pride, steadfast against the prospect of accepting forgiveness. Deep within, he longed for the warmth of a fireplace, enclosed by walls of solace and finality—enough respite from the harshness of the ocean waves and the mournful cries of seagulls.

His posture, detached upon the rugged rocks, nearly melding into the static structure, remained unmoved. On the contrary, you stood unwavering before him, your gaze fixed upon his threadbare form draped in the remnants of shame and despair. It was a clash between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and you were determined not to be the one to yield. Whether it was destiny or the cosmic alignment that led you to his desolate presence on the shores of Forlindon, you were resolved not to depart without pulling him away.

Defiance surged through your veins as you continued to face his statuesque figure, yet you restrained yourself from encroaching upon his personal space.

“If you stay another hour, you may succumb to fatal illness,” you pleaded, voice above a whisper. A strong gust of wind roamed the shores, prompting you to curl your cloak around your shoulders tightly to your body. There was a faint chattering of your teeth as you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Please, there is a cabin not too far away from these shores. The least you can do is come with me for something warm to eat and drink, perhaps a warmer change of apparel?”

Maglor’s gaze stretched into the distance, fixed upon the horizon, while his fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if caressing an unseen harp. Murmuring unfamiliar words, too delicate for mortal ears to grasp, his lament echoed the sorrows of a bygone era when the world was in its infancy. This was the poignant scene that unfolded before you: Maglor, singing with a voice textured like sandpaper, tears encrusting his eyelids, lips weathered and parted, fingers weaving through the invisible threads of melody, and eyes reflecting a profound abyss of desolation.

In a single glance, your heart welled with empathy, and tears threatened to spill from your lashes. In a burst of compassion, you implored and beseeched him to find solace within the confines of your cabin, offering a glimmer of hope to bring an end to his eternal torment.

“Please,” –you stepped closer, dwarfed by his largeness despite his malnourished physique– “I’m not asking you to stay forever if that is what you believe I seek. I only wish to help you—”

“Why?” He spoke or rather, croaked!

“Well…” you fumbled, stunned at his ability to communicate after minutes of attempting to capture his attention. “Because it is the right thing to do.”

“Why?”

Flapping your lips like a fish and furrowing your brows to mimic confusion, you stammered, “W-Well, I mean—You shouldn’t be alone out here in the element…suffering. You deserve a warm bed and comfort.”

“Why?” You never imagined that reaching out to aid a person would become so difficult. Indeed he was proving to be an unmovable object, but you were willing to be that unstoppable force who spoke wisdom into him.

For a fleeting moment, your gaze descended from his lean countenance to the weathered rock upon which he perched, his nimble fingers still weaving through the breeze in search of a haunting melody. A serene ambiance enveloped both of you, juxtaposed against the impending unease hanging in the air. The turbulent seas clashed vehemently against the headlands and platforms, while the sky hinted at an impending tempest, prompting you to ponder earnestly on what he sought from you amid the impending cataclysm.

Rubbing your cheek to battle against the frost nipping at your skin, you pinched your lips, then scratched your head as though an oncoming headache was surfacing. “Because I want to help you and I believe you are in need of help. My mortal compass would not rest well knowing that I left someone out in the element to suffer when I could relieve some of it.”

“And…what if you are…” He never finished his words for his throat seized up on him, but they lingered in the air ringing obviousness to what he was conveying.

“Wrong? Then I will learn a life lesson to not trust strangers who are on the brink of death.” Releasing a chuckle as you crinkled your nose, you looked at him once more. “I rather spend my time helping someone in need of it instead of having restless days and nights knowing I left you to suffer. If I am wrong…—everyone suffers differently, the good, the bad and the indifferent. What matters is that I helped; what you choose to do after is your choice and path.”

For the first time since your encounter, his lacklustre gaze fixed upon your earthly form, shrouded in ebony. His eyes meticulously studied every nuance of your being, from the strands of your hair down to the contour of your chin, even discerning the intricacies of your skin that radiated vitality. It was a quality of his that had languished in purgatory for countless eons. Compelling his lips to part, his pallid complexion yielded, producing droplets of moisture that emerged, imparting a semblance of colour to his wistful countenance. “But…am stran…ger.”

Resisting the urge to physically shake him by his shoulder before being beyond complex, you huffed and widened your eyes, tears threatening to spill as your emotions swallowed you. “Yes, yes! I know you are a stranger! You could be a sea creature too for all I know, who crawled out the depths of the ocean to lament his sufferings to the surface world! But none of that matters because I know a suffering person when I see one because I too… Please, let me help you. Don’t…give up without trying. Let me help...”

Maglor drew in a slow, measured breath before exhaling. It felt as though some divine intervention, dispatched by the Valar to alleviate his torment, had arrived in the form of your unwavering determination. Perhaps the burden of his endless years wandering the shores had become too much for even the Valar to bear, prompting their counsel for his return. Alternatively, this could be yet another vivid dream, a product of years spent attempting to conjure solace. Regardless, it all seemed serendipitous.

Though he longed to inquire about his fate should he accept, the strength to articulate a single syllable eluded him. As his eyes locked onto yours in search of sincerity, he grappled with the duality of seeking both truth and deceit, yearning for the former.

Setting aside his infamous pride, swallowing it like a scalding-hot, white rod, a new chapter unfolded. The courage amassed since ancient days returned, instilling confidence in his actions. However, the lack of physical strength betrayed him, causing his legs to give way, sending him tumbling into the damp sand. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to weep at the transformation he had undergone and the shame he carried. Your arms delicately extended, encircling his waist, as he clung to your figure. From a once-great prince to a desolate wanderer in need of mortal compassion, Maglor held onto you as you struggled to lift him onto his feet, leaning his weakened body against yours.

“All is fine, I have you. Just walk with me, small steps and we shall get there safely and securely,” you softly reassured as you carried him towards a new beginning.

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Maglor NSFW Alphabet

Request: I'd like to request a SFW or NSFW alphabet for Maglor, please! - anon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you desire a malewife, Maglor is the perfect person to have at your beck and call after you have both finished a tedious activity. Once you have both finished and no other round is being initiated, Maglor will first draw you closer to lie atop him or halfway. One hand rubs your back while the other is massaging the knots and cramps out of your thigh. His voice has returned to its normal octave capacity, becoming mellow and tender. He’ll ask if you demand any specific requirements to be met apart from his normal routine. Should you desire a meal, more massages or a bath? He isn’t going to sing any songs given his also tired state, if anything, pillow talks will transpire before either one of you falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maglor is great love for your neck, breasts and legs. As someone who adores the songs you make, his lips are always attached to your beautiful, biting and kissing. It’s as though he wants to devour the songs you make and feel them as they resonate. As for your legs, as one who has an oral fixation and enjoys spending hours between your legs, he has no issue with you wrapping them around his head. In fact, go right ahead and suffocate him, he finds the rush of pleasure exhilarating. The growing tightness of your thighs around his head signals to him that you are close, and the pleasure is phenomenal.

On himself, it’s self-explanatory that it’s his skilful fingers. As artfully he plucks his harp strings, he enjoys using them to pull all the songs he possibly can from you. His favourite hobby is spending time fingering you in a serene location, near a lake or in his music room.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn’t messy but he enjoys releasing on your body, preferably your breast or lower stomach whenever he doesn’t release inside. As he gets closer, he’ll breathlessly ask you where he should release and once you direct him, he’ll take his time and pull out before cumming on your skin, thighs or your breasts if you decided to treat him well. Káno understands that he’s under an oath and bringing children, your very own, into the world during such times is a trial. He wouldn’t take that risk to release his cum inside you all the time knowing that pregnancy can occur.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Anytime he has to masturbate, he steals your underwear and uses it to glide up and down his cock to aid him in getting off. He knows that if you ever caught him, he’d be embarrassed to be known as someone who steals your underwear. So, he waits until you’ve left the house to freely use them without any suspicion or being caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As a performer and singer who writes his own songs and music, Maglor knows about writing erotica in many different forms, from vulgar to flowery languages. With that said, he is mentally aware of what must be done, where his hands and lips should go and so forth. However, he is also aware that every person is different, so the basic knowledge might not work on you; sensitivity would be different. This grants him the opportunity to explore and develop his confidence and experience with your body. He is semi-aware of the basics upon your first time and then graduates into a professional after learning your body.

F = Favourite positions (this goes without saying)

Missionary is his go-to and has the highest preference for all the different types of sessions he wishes to conduct. Whether it be rough, sentimental, your first time or last, he sticks to missionary as his number one position. Being able to get close and witness every micro-expression on your face to know whether he’s being too rough or he’s just enough, is a joy to experience. The sensation of having your bodies that close and being in your personal space will make love fill him with delight.

Cowgirl for when he’s in a cheeky or relaxing mood. Mostly on days when you two are basking in the calm ambience of nature or the tranquillity of the moment, he’ll suggest that you ride him. Of course, there are moments when you request to be in control, he’ll sit back and watch you do your thing. Regardless, he fancies the position since it surrounds a more peaceful ambience with him being cheeky and playful. He’ll pull you down for kisses, run his fingers across your skin, squeeze your thighs and so forth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is capable of expressing humour during the activity and seriousness when the moment calls for them. Humour would always be displayed on his cheeky and light-hearted days when both your spirits are high. Laughter during either of your slip-ups, maybe he was a bit clumsy, and you accidentally bumped heads; share a moment of laughter and enjoy the moment as it brings you closer and fills the intimacy with more pleasure and joy.

Maglor rarely displays his seriousness during an intimate moment, and it majorly occurs when you’ve been acting up and being all bratty or he’s stressed out and requires a route to blow his steam. In this case, laughter is off the book otherwise he’ll view that you aren’t taking his authority or stress seriously. During these moments, he is rougher, firmer and sharper with his thrusts. They are either calculated or random to dismiss all the tension he’s facing.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As normally mentioned, elves don’t have bodily hair, so Káno is completely clean. This means the carpet doesn’t exist to match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The musician and performer of the family is the most romantic person of them all. Maglor will lay the rose petals out for you, the scented candles, wine and the music, all to set and keep the mood. But his most treasured form of romanticism is his words and voice during the build-up and moment. Soft kisses and caresses upon your kiss are accompanied by his flowery words and ocean voice. Fleeting touches that weigh a ton against your skin and words that shower you with an avalanche of unconditional devotion and appreciation.

His skin and lips will be attached to yours the entire time for missionary would be his preference on this occasion. He wants the eye contact to know that your stomach is performing somersaults and you’re weak in your knees. Show him how much he’s giving you through your eyes and he’ll reward you with praises and more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I would consider him a bit low on the urge to masturbate before and after you entered his life. He isn’t sexually depraved and needy for your touch to constantly require your attention and care, nor is his appetite sky-high. However, when the urge kicks in, consider it a rare moment when you’ve been away from each other for a lengthy period and a thought of you ran across his mind. Maglor considers it wrong to pleasure himself without you being around due to his idea of intimacy being conducted between two individuals, but once he does get into the idea of pleasuring himself, it would be during your relationship. In his room, preferably in his own house and not surrounded by his nosy siblings, he’ll sit in a bath and relax his mind to images of you or your voice and work his way to his release.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voice kink should not come as a surprise considering his beautiful voice. He loves nothing more than to put it to use when making you cum or riling your senses up. Light whispers against the shell of your ear while nibbling your lobe, whispering all the things he wishes to do to you and how he wants you to react for him. With the addition of his voice kink, he uses it for body worship to sing praises upon your magnificence and watch as you crumble under his gaze.

Bondage because he enjoys the moment when the rush of power gets to his head and you’re squirming around helplessly dependent on him. Just seeing you blindfolded with the beautiful ropes around your wrists and ankles, pinned to bed as he ghosts his lips across your body or as he drives his hips into you. All you’re able to do is squeal and cry out his name, begging for him to let you touch him.

Voyeurism is one kink he adores greatly, especially when he’s in a worshipping mood. He wants to look upon you as you learn to appreciate and love your body; grinning from ear to ear as your own touch brings you to great heights. His words will be in the mix telling you where to touch and how much pressure to add while he leisurely strums his harp as background music to set the mood. That, or he walked in on you touching yourself and decided to peep the show.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

In Valinor, he prefers the comfort and safety of his house. To him, his house is where all the intimacy and private affairs between couples occur, thus, he would like to keep it that way. You are very lucky IF you can convince him to have sex outside the house, perhaps on a picnic far away from civilisation and closer to the forest where it’s easier to conceal yourselves.

In Beleriand, it is always behind closed doors and only within the privacy of his premises. You aren’t getting him to sneak around outdoors or in the woods when orcs are lurking about and he’s literally the closest to Angband’s front door. For any romantic activity, he’ll ask you to politely conduct it behind closed doors since his entire life is on display for the world. At least allow his privacy to remain private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing you sing, moan or groan (even if it’s non-sexual). When you crane your neck and it elongates, he has the desire to sink his teeth and lips into your skin. Seeing hickeys from your previous session or inability to walk (he’ll joke about knowing how to treat your incapacitation). Wearing dresses with a sweetheart neckline accompanied by a necklace resting between your cleavage (for the females), fitted trousers that elongate your legs or his shirts (for both).

If in Valinor, he would become turned on whenever you played with children and cared for them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No extreme BDSM, branding or causing you to bleed. Nothing extreme to cause pain and actual tears.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Maglor has an oral fixation. Let that settle in so you’ll know exactly the good damage he can do when he goes down on you. Once he starts, he chooses when he’s ready to stop, and it isn’t anytime soon. He has no issue with spending hours down below, whether you’re sitting on his face or he’s on his knees, Maglor is enjoying his favourite part of his day. It is a mixture of the moans you’re able to produce when he’s eating you out that gets him into a headspace, refusing him to give up and allow your reprieve.

As for receiving, he isn’t denying your request to return the pleasure and will sit back and let you do your thing. At most, his hands will gently cradle your head, fingers weaving through your hair while you’re between his legs. He doesn’t guide you or anything, instead, you are left to go at your own pace. Mind you, approaching his high, he gets twitchy, hence his grip on your hair becomes tighter.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Káno can be everything all at once in the same session and it will always blow your mind because in the end, you are usually breathless. The power he contains as son of Feanor is outstanding, though he may not display it in the manner of his other siblings. However, for most of Maglor’s sessions, he is slow and sensual. His desire to express the devotion and appreciation he holds for you every day is dire. Maglor wants to show you in every way he can, that he loves you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not subject to the topic at hand and welcomes the gesture when it arises, however, he does not engage in it often. Given the situation with the oath and war, his attention is at the forefront so thinking about sex and intimacy comes from your end. You are the one to approach and request for a quick moment before you depart and return to your dutiful duties. Quickies always happen in his studies and the majority of the time; this is where he hands over control and offers you the reigns. Maglor will sit back in his chair while you ride him till thy kingdom come.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The biggest risk I see him willing to take is indulging in threesomes and exhibitionism. For threesomes, he’ll partner with certain individuals he’s close with and whom he can get along with easily, preferably his older brother, Maedhros or a close cousin, Fingon or Finrod. As for exhibitionism, it’s usually done out of claiming you as his. His hidden possessive nature may spring out all of a sudden and his desire to ensure that a family member witnesses the dominating aura of him as he makes you scream and wright in pleasure would ensure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t believe in the need to make love all night long to show you his devotion and passion. A simple three rounds, if you provoke him, he’ll give four for the entire night. This is as time passes and your relationship develops. In the earliest as newlyweds, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and would spend nights into mornings making love like two horny birds. His stamina was otherworldly since you were discovering each other’s body and let’s also say that you were back in Valinor when the world was at peace, and he could spend forever in your arms.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a big fan when his voice, fingers, and mouth are considered your playthings. They do the job far better than any contraption created since nothing could replicate the texture and sensation of his touch on your skin. But let us say there were a few toys around. Maglor would relish in a vibrator for when he has you strapped to the bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This is the Kanafinwё Makalaurë, the most skilled and beautiful fair voice of all, who is mighty and the son of Mr Feener. He isn’t doing anything half-assed and if teasing ensures that his performance is sold and enjoyed, he’s teasing too until the very end. With his phenomenal strength, you WILL be pinned under his body as he drives into you with everything that he has, but always keeping you on the edge and begging for more. Edging is a kink of his I didn’t mention, so he’s going to constantly keep you on your toes, yearning. His favourite time to tease is whenever you’re being a brat. You give him all the excuses in the world to lay down his weapon.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Maglor is vocal, however he prefers to keep his notes on the low so yours can outshine his. Even when he is approaching his orgasm, he softly moans into your neck or ear. He is aware of how loud his voice can be, hence his name, so he does his best to keep it at bay, not wanting anyone to overhear (trust me, if he truly moaned, it would outshine yours and everyone would hear).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Maglor once allowed you to be dominant which led him to being tied to the headboard and earning the same treatment he normally gives to you when he’s in a teasing mood. For the first time, he had never been so aroused at your confidence and power as you took control in a new light over his body. It’s not something that occurs very often because you have a tendency of bragging about it to him which leads to you being shut up…very quickly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a son of Feanor, he has a nice-sized package going on in his pants. Not too big and not too small. It’s just the right amount of thickness, length and weight that it rests within your walls, it moulds your insides just right. However, I must say that he has a slight curve closer to the head which makes excellent use when aiming for your sweet spot right off the bat and he’s also a grower. Nevertheless, he knows how to put his dick to good use and make you experience the best time of your life.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

During his years in Valinor, it was midway. Two to three times a week and as newlyweds, it upscaled. However, as the years rolled on by and a couple of duties came in, it decreased to twice a month as Maglor always ensured in other ways that you never felt unloved.

In Beleriand, it plummeted drastically once war entered the picture. Sometimes for months into years you two don’t sleep together, but when you do after such period, you can bet that it’s going to be a long night of reuniting with one another.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maglor is what I’d like to consider, a daydreamer and thinker in one, thus his mind is brimming with thoughts after he’s finished a session. Firstly, he’ll ensure that you’ve been taken care of, speak with you until you’ve fallen asleep and then lie awake thinking. It takes him a long time before he dozes off to wonderland even if you’re snuggled up beside him. Sometimes he doesn’t sleep, and you’ll meet him in the same position wide awake. The times when he does drift off, he becomes cuddly and chooses to become the little spoon.

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