#tara writes shitty modern au. . .

[eunoiaastralwings]

Is It Really Unrequited?

-ˋˏ ༻❁ featuring modern!celegorm x reader -ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien-the silmarillion -ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n for @i-did-not-mean-to spun the January Trope Roulette challenge! from @fellowshipofthefics with prompts of “mutual pinning” and “bodyguard au” - hope you like it :) ! - am so sorry this took this long. . .cliche af too - actually do not read it - probably ooc too am aint at a good place I REALLY CANNOT DO MODERN AU

You carefully stepped from the high stage – out of breath and drained from your performance, when suddenly a hand shot forward to help you down.

With a small hum you looked up, only to see Celegorm – your so called bodyguard your father had insisted upon. You knew Celegorm from a young age – he was your father’s student or apprentice after all.

He gave you a dashing grin – that made your heartbeat faster than it already was and more a moment you forgotten have to breath as it grew into a small smirk, his eyes shamelessly casting over your figure.

With a small smile of whatever is that you could muster, you took his calloused rough hands with a small thank you. Your body shivering slightly from the contact.

It was no lie, how much your heart yearned for him – but you could not bring yourself to say. It hurt you endlessly seeing him flirt his way through many. You wished desperately he would turn your way – at least once.

But you were always left as the person he was ordered to protect by your father. The media had already picked him up for his looks, not only that he was practically classed as a prince – anyone would wonder what he was doing as the bodyguard for some singer.

He probably hated the job for all you could know – but Celegorm was the only person your father could trust enough to protect you, who was still unaware of your feelings towards silver haired male.

“You looked dashing out there, doll.”

He said – his voice low and flirty making you gulp as you reached your dressing room.

“T-Thanks.”

You quickly mumble and get away from his hold to grab the water bottle near your dressing table – his touch was starting to make you flustered and his flirty tone did not help in the matter.

Just as you took the bottle, it was just as quickly taken off your hands.

You gave Celegorm a questioning look – only for him to hand you a chilled water drink from the fridge.

“Oh! Thank you, Celegorm.”

You said – taking the bottle to twist it open, but it already was for you.

You heard him scoff, receiving another questioning look from you as you began to drink.

“So it is Celegorm now, is it?”

He said – grabbing a bottle himself, his glared at it – his hand clenching it so hard, you were scared it would break somehow.

“Hmm. . .why?”

You wondered.

But a part you knew – you had always referred to him as Tyelko, his nickname. But you grown truly affectionate to that nickname sometimes it hurt to refer to him like – you needed to keep a distance, build a wall from further causing yourself heartache.

Tye- Celegorm would never choose you above the number of men and women that clamored around him, like moths to a flame.

“You always called me Tyelkormo. Why the sudden change? Or should I say changes? You look and interact me as am a stranger.”

He gazed up at you – the glaring softening slightly as he met eyes with you.

“Well, I mean-”

You began but he suddenly cut you off.

“Are you with him ?!”

You frowned at that question.

“With who?”

You tried to ask.

“That bloody actor, you are rumored to be with!”

He suddenly roared – it made you roar your eyes. Of course, when the media claimed that you were with someone Celegorm had the habit of getting mad, it made you incredibly frustrated as he claimed none of the celebrities you were rumored to be with were worth your time.

“You know what the media is like, Tyelko.”

You said softly and turned back your dressing table – looking through to find your schedule again.

You grumbled something under your breath – knowing your manager was going to scold you for losing it again.

Then suddenly, you were whipped around – a small yelp released from you.

Celegorm suddenly was towering over you and pushing you against the table.

You shivered in delight as one of his hand wrapped around your waist and the other came under your chin prompting you to look up at him as he raised your chin – your lips mere inches away from his.

You were practically inhaling his rich cologne.

“I need to know if that guy has my girl.”

He spoke �� for a moment his voice was dangerously low.

You knew Celegorm would never hurt – it was why you were not fighting against him.

But the way he referred to you as his girl. . .that made your knees tremble.

“W-What. . .?”

You asked – the shock clear in your voice.

“Tell me, petal. . .are you really with him?”

Celegorm’s voice was suddenly soft – like it was soft pleading, a silver of hope he seemed to be holding on to – and you, you had the power to shatter or cradle it.

Your eyebrows frowned though – all of this never happened before.

“Tyelko. . .why?- Why are you asking me this?”

Celegorm sighed and then his hand under your chin joined the one around your wait too – then he placed his forehead against your forehead.

After taking a second to breathe he finally answered:

“I cannot believe you do not see it for yourself, petal. . .Do you see me calling anyone else petal? Holding anyone else like this? Caring about anyone else?”

Your eyes blinked in shock – Celegorm had been like this. . .he was never really. . .soft.

“Tyelko. . .But you have been with others. . .”

You slowly said with a shrug as you looked down.

“Only because you seem disinterested in me. . .I was trying to get over you. But I cannot fucking do it.”

He admitted through gritted pulled you closer.

Celegorm rested his head on your shoulder and slowly you pulled you arms around his head to hug him back.

“I love you too. . .”

You admitted – knowing that had been the way Celegorm would confess his feelings. Your eyes teared up unbelievingly on what was happening.

“Finally!”

He said and pulled back, only to pull you right back in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his lips met your lips. You were frozen has his lips kissed you passionately.

“W-. . .Wait!”

You said – suddenly pushing him away and looked at with your wide eyes.

“You mean it?”

You asked – even though you had confessed, you were still very unsure about the whole ordeal.

With a lonely tear falling, you looked at him in a little worry. But Celegorm’s hand came forward and wiped it away gently.

“Of course, Y/N, I mean it! Why else would I beg your father to continuously for years to be your bodyguard, petal?”

Celegorm said softly.

That statement made you frown.

“What? You asked my father? W-What. . .Why?”

“From the moment I heard about your first dating moment, I really could not take it anymore, petal. . .I have not been with anyone since I took on this role, I promise you. . .”

He said – and he pressed a little kiss on your forehead.

“Tyelko. . .Why didn’t you tell me?”

You asked meekly.

“You were rejecting each of my advances, Petal. . . What could I do?”

Softly – you cupped his face. . .

“I didn’t realize. . .”

“It is alright – I have you to myself now. . .”

He smirked – hastily pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed back – giving into that passion. It was building up too – because you had not known of his feelings.

Celeg- Tyelko wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Finally. . .you are heart was rest, the aching healing through the firey love and affection Tyelko was showering you with. . .leaving you nothing but breathless, dizzy and addicted to more. . .

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Favorite Fic Tropes

• Coffee shop or flower shop

• Alternate universe or fix-it (AU is like the ultimate fix it where you control ALL the variables. So if your gripe is SMALL, fix-it's are satisfying. If it's the handmaid's tale and some gross dude has hijacked your narrative and mutilated it beyond recognition, just go w/ AU.)

• Enemies to lovers or childhood friends (Tara and Jason Stackhouse in True Blood. The ultimate slow burn. Someone who understands you in ways no one else ever will.)

• Angst or fluff

• Love at first sight or pining (Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Nick and June.) Sometimes you just know that you've met your twin flame. Next level, astral plane, destined by fate, star crossed forbidden love that will lead to your death, but make your life meaningful. That's my shit.

• Modern au or historical au (I do like bodice ripping and erotic costume removal- but think about it. Ppl didnt BATHE back then so like- alot of pussy eating is out. Ppl smelled like shit and died of infections at age 30. Idk. Shit sucked back in the day.)

• Soulmate or unrequited (looking at you, Les Mis. "On my own" traumatized me forEVER. Still not fucking over that shit. NO. THANK. YOU. Let them fuck. I demand it.)

• Fake dating or secret dating (Normal People, Tristan and Isolde, Romeo and Juliet, Nick and June)

• Breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings (esp when they don't WANT to break up but they HAVE to - to protect the other person- looking at you, Nick Blaine, and your shitty half assed kitchen breakup in S1.)

• Get together or established relationship: This is hard. In general, I prefer falling in love stories with sexual tension. But Nick and June- I prefer writing them established and happily ever after, but thats bc they may never get that in cannon.

• Oblivious pining or domestic fluff "As you wish"

• Hurt/comfort or crack

• Meet the parent or Meet cute: What parents :D No srsly my characters are orphans and runaways. Found family is all we got.

• Time travel or parallel universe: hmmmm.

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