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arranged marriage au

Arranged Marriage

Marriage for love is a such a modern concept. In the past, marriage was
recognised as a social contract. Unions were entered into for many
reasons: to obtain property, to unite families, to carry on a bloodline,
et cetera. Whatever the reason, congratulations, you're getting married!

How to Play:
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POSSIBLE REASONS:
STATION: You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
FEUD: You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
ECONOMICS: Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
EMPIRE: You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
TRIBUTE: You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
BLOODLINE: Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
DISAPPROVAL: Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

POSSIBLE SCENARIOS
FIRST MEETING: This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
COURTSHIP: To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
ENGAGEMENT PARTY: Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
WEDDING DAY: The big day!
RECEPTION: The big party!
WEDDING NIGHT: Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
HONEYMOON: Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?

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[Maedhros hums happily, his hand continuing to caress Fingons side while he rocks against him. After a while he starts to plant languid kissess along his husbands neck and shoulders.]

We do seem to lack a certain amount of wisdom, for all that we are a clever lot. [Definitely too soon.] When I was young I could never imagine anyone stronger than him. [Grandfather Mahtan's arms had been so strong and sure as he'd pick them up and toss them in the air as children.] I think you've always been an extra grandson in his eyes from the moment I first brought you to visit his forge. I think he'd be delighted for it to be official. [He could practicaly hear his booming laughter just thinking about it.] I think so. Ah, yes. They do, though most of them are kind enough to not say it out loud.

Mmmmn... keep doing that. [He purrs, tilting his head back until all of his braids fall down his back and Maedhros has free reign on his throat.]

I hope he would be. We are quite scandalous, but I am not sure we were ever as subtle as we wanted to think we were. [Except when Fëanor was around and it was more of a life or death matter, anyway.] Marrying the crown prince might have been a poor idea if you wanted them to forget your tie to the throne.

As my husband commands. [He chuckles against Fingon's skin, as he keeps kissing his way up that offered throat.]

I think he would be. He's never struck me as one that cares over much about propriety, especially when it comes to people he likes. [And they both had an advantage there.] No, I don't imagine we were as clever as we think we were about hiding how we felt. [To all but a few they were probably more of an open secret that they just pretended not to know about.] Perhaps. But the crown prince is such a dashing and lovable one I simply could not resist.

I like the sound of that. Husband. [They had considered themselves husbands before. Called each other that. But there is something special about knowing they do not have to keep it as a pet name they use in secret, theirs alone until the ending of the world.]

Well if father can allow us this then maybe it wouldn't be so hard for Mahtan either. [Fingolfin wasn't exactly known for his outside the box ideas. Even this war he committed too only for the sake of his brother.] At least no one ever told on us. [They can't have or Fëanor would have strung Fingon up and damned the Valar if they spoke against it.] Then you will just have to cope with being prince again, and if the worst comes to pass, my King consort. Though I hope not. I would sooner we remain princes all the days of our lives.

I thought you would. [He murmurs as he nips at Fingon's neck playfully. He almost purrs at the sound of Fingon's voice calling him husband. They'd always called eachother that in private but having had it made official makes it all the sweeter to hear.] My lovely husband.

Grandfather Mahtan was always less rigid than either of our fathers. [Fëanor might have been inventive but he was quite strict and conservative when it came to social issues.] Thankfully. I'm still surprised none of my brothers ever let it slip in a moment of pique. [His father would never have managed to keep a cool head if he'd heard something like that. Likely all of Valinor would have heard his screech of rage the moment the news hit him.] Hopefully it shant come to that. I think prince consort is a title that'd fit me better anyways. [If only because he knows it'd annoy his brothers. Never let it be said he can't be just as much of a little shit as they can, he's just more quiet about it.]

[He melts under his touch, cheeks warm and pink as he moves to follow his lips, to keep close to him, his hand tangling in his hair as he holds him there.] If I die, put that on my grave. Mark me as yours forever in the annals of history. And mark it all over my body while I yet live. Call me husband as often as you please, my beloved husband.

It would not be difficult. All Finwë seems to have given us is sternness and a propensity to fight. [Thank the Valar they each had one other set of grandparents to rely on.] I imagined they feared the firestorm that would come from it would also catch them. And it likely would have. [While Fingon wouldn't credit them with being terribly bright overall, at least in regards to their fathers wrath most of them did have a certain amount of survival instinct, a fact Fingon was immensely grateful for.] Perhaps Morgoth will oblige us and simply turn to dust so we can spend our days in princely, marital bliss? [It's never going to happen, but Fingon is overly fond of unlikely but hopeful futures.]

[He makes a pleased little sound at the feel of Fingon's hand in his hair, keeping up his attentions all the while.] Mmm. My lovely, lovely husband. I'll never tire of calling you that, especially now that I have been given permission to do it as openly as I have always wished to.

Yes... much as I love grandfather Finwë he was very set in his ways. [He says with a rueful smile.] Likely so. My father did not exactly hesitate to shoot the messenger who dared bring him news he did not like. One could always hope. It would certainly be nice to be rid of that particular headache. [It wouldn't happen, of course, but it was a nice little fantasy.]

Mmmmmn... [Pleasure rumbles in his throat as it is kissed and teased, his head thrown back and neck arched against Maedhros's mouth, fingers tightening in his hair.] Never stop acting disgustingly in love with me. I adore you.

We deserve this little bit of stolen happiness, even if it is so against tradition and we'd be disowned if your father and Finwë yet lived. [Let them try to fight him on it. He wants this more than anything.]

Never. [He vows as he nips and sucks at the offered throat, his hand wandering up across Fingon's thigh ghosting tantalizingly close to his cock until it settled across his stomach in a gentle carress.] Not when you are so infinitely lovable, my dearest. I think my heart would weep should I even attempt such a silly thing.

We do, by all of Varda's stars, we do! I'd much rather have this, have you, than any title. I'd think them both terrible hypocrites, though, since they have both gone against traditions themselves when it suited them and I have never judged either of them for it. [He'd live as a peasant to have this, in all honesty, and he'd probably count himself the richest man alive for it.]

You are such a tease. [He groans, smiling at Maedhros anyway as he feels that hand flit across his thigh and then back away from his cock, hard as it is trapped beneath his clothes.] With a little work we could turn you into a poet. A teasing poet.

It isn't as if we can have any children that violate whatever imagined laws of nature there are that disallow it. [Which saddens him somewhat, but does make things less complicated.] I would gladly fight them both to keep your hand, even though they were mighty.

Mmm. I can't deny that I am, but only because you are such a delight to tease. [Fingon always makes the most deliscious little noises when he does. He tightens his arm a bit around Fingon's stomach as he burries his head in the crook of his neck with a happy purr.] Perhaps. It would not be such a terrible thing to be a teasing poet, I think.

No, on that ground no one can voice any objection to us. [It saddens him a bit as well. He's always loved children and Fingon he knows would make for a great father. Still... he had no regrets about the way things were for them. He'd much rather have Fingon even if that meant he'd never have children of his own.] As would I. I could not live without you, certainly not now when I have had a taste of how sweet it is to love you freely.

I can see it now, we are going to be ruling Himring while having to find well placed pottery and tables to hide behind because we are making each other hard as a rock when no relief can be sought. What terrible, sinful Noldor are we. [He moans softly at even just the purr, entirely taken in by the nearness of his lover even though they aren't actually doing anything scandalous.] No, I think you would find great joy it in. You already drive me mad with just a word or two. Imagine what you could do with an artfully crafted verse.

I am not quite convinced it would matter with elves... we come from so few to begin with. But it is the law. [he shrugs, because it truly doesn't matter for them even though he'd rather like it if it did. Maitimo had always been so delighted by children, and he, himself loved them too.] We will never have to face such loneliness again. We do not even have to live apart. [Which is a small stolen bliss he had long ago lost hope in ever having.]

We'll have to take it into account when we decorate, I suppose. Make sure there's an abundance of well placed pottery and convenient tables for us to avoid traumatazing our people too much with our antics. For we are indeed a couple of incorrigible rascals. [Once again he feels a wave of giddy warmth run through him at no longer having to be careful about moments like these. These soft, sweet moments that they never should have had to sneak about to have.] Oh, what fun we'd have seeing how mad I could drive you with such verses.

No, one would think so. We were not many in the beginning and we are not really subject to the afflictions that seem to be not too uncommon in Men. [Maedhros would gladly have had children with Fingon if it were possible, even if it would have been frowned upon by their people. For it was true that he'd always loved children, they were all prescious little stars in his eyes, and a child made by him and Fingon would have been a treasure unlike any other.] Never. Now that we have tasted this freedom I do not think either of us would ever be able to bear having to be apart again. [It had been a pain to do so before. Now? Now that they had known what bliss it was to be able to be so free with their love? It would be impossible to endure.]

For you they might have to be dressers. [He teases.] Your cock is so much higher than mine and that is before it shows it's true size. [All this talk of it only makes him harder, something he does not complain about exactly but his frustrations come out in a needy little sigh.] Or tall backed seats, perhaps? Nice solid ones with sturdy, full backs? Ones you could later sit in while I ride your cock, or you could ride mine... [Poetry was well and good and usually very seductive, but Fingon wants him, he hungers for him and he's not afraid of anyone overhearing them from their balcony perch anymore.] A look drives me mad. Verse would shed me of my clothes and make me indecent.

Men have numerous afflictions... [Normally he would stop to wonder why. Eru could clearly make beings whose main afflictions were ego and pride but instead he let men suffer not just death, but ailments and illnesses and defects of birth that made death not just a mercy but sometimes a wished for thing... but today is their wedding day, or technically the morning after, and he does not feel like troubling himself overmuch for once.] Lucky that we are not men. Lucky we have all of time to love each other. [He says, leaning in to kiss him again, both hands cradling his face like Maedhros was a precious and delicate thing because to Fingon he is exactly that, even if he is almost a whole head taller as well as older and even stronger.]

[He snorts in amusement.] Tall backed seats would likely be the better choice. [He chuckles.] Just imagine how many odd looks we'd get if we had dressers placed in every room? [He nips playfully at Fingon's ear, relishing in the sounds he makes even as they make his own cock grow achingly hard.] And they would, as you say, be oh so useful to have when we are left alone. I'm quite sure we'll end up doing a lot of both. [He says as he finaly lets his hand sneak under Fingon's robe to ghost his hand over Fingon's cock in a light caress.] Indicent looks magnificent on you, love. Seeing you nude and needy is enough to bring me to my knees in awe.

It was so strange a thing to learn of them... [Many such afflictions their own people had never even seen before, or if they'd had it had only been in animals. It had been disconcerting. But he puts it out of his mind for now. Today is their day. A day of joy they'd never truly thought they'd have and he'd rather enjoy it than think of sad things he could do nothing about.] Lucky indeed. To love you forever is a gift beyond measure that I'll forever be grateful for. [He does not think he has words enough to say just how much it means to him to be treated like something delicate and precious like that. It never fails to make his heart flutter and warmth to course through his body.] I love you so much, my heart. [He says, bretahless and full of awe as he looks at him.]

But the craftsmen would be so busy making them that they would only have time to gossip about us, not watch us. [He says, laughter that doesn't quite spill from his lips warming his voice. He's smiling so much his cheeks hurt. Just the prospect of getting even to live with Maedhros overjoys him and he gets to live with him as his husband which is even better. He moans softly when he is nibbled, and when finally, FINALLY he gets even the briefest touch from Maedhros's hand over his aching cock. His breath catches in his throat.] Not today. I'm already on your lap. Though you are so pretty on your knees... [Just the thought of it makes his cock twitch.]

And I love you. [He says, drawing Maedhros closer and into another kiss. He seeks to make it deeper immediately, his hand tangling in his lover, his husbands hair as the pure joy of it all makes him nearly giddy. What war? He could stay like this forever and never want to do anything else.]

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You don't think the guests and staff might have some questions of why we'd need so many dressers? [Though, now that they did not need to hide what they were to eachother, it might be amusing to give people a reason to gossip. Oh, what joy to not have to hide anymore. He smiles, heart full to bursting at the thought, as he keeps up his kissing and nibbling as he takes Fingon in hand properly. Stroking his cock slowly as he hums and moans against his neck.] No, not today. [He agrees, caressing the head of Fingon's erection with his thumb.] Not when you are so warm and soft and pliant in my lap. Though we'll have plenty of time for it at a later date.

[What war indeed? With Fingon kissing him like this the rest of the world might as well not exist. He moans into the kiss, shivering with delight at the slight tug on his hair.]

I can't imagine the staff would have to wonder much. [He starts to laugh but it turns into a little giggle, cheeky and amused.] Though gossip they surely will no matter what we do.Our people are so serious, they cannot help but gossip when we are so affectionate. [Even before the kinslaying from time to time Fingon had caught whispers about them. About how close they were despite their father's (admittedly one sided) feud. About how often they went off alone, or saw each other in general. Now all of that gossip had plenty of fuel to continue.

Fingon whimpers softly, grinding down against Maedhros as his cock is stroked and teased.] Help me pull up your robes and you can feel how warm and pliant I really am. [He says as the kiss ends, struggling to rearrange Maedhros's robes so that he can get to his cock. Hunger burns in his eyes, and all consuming flame that wants only Maedhros.] I touched myself before our wedding, thinking of you. I couldn't help myself. I knew I could have you so soon but it felt like it was going to be an age. I tried, hmm, just touching myself like you are now but it wasn't enough. It wasn't as good as your hand or your body. And my fingers weren't as good inside of me as your fingers or cock.

You have a point there. Elvish ears, and all that, and it's not like we have a reason to try to keep quiet anymore. [He says with a giggle of his own. A sound not many would believe him capable of making.] No doubt we'll give them plenty of gossip to feel scandalized about. Wouldn't want them to get too bored now, would we? [It would have been impossible to avoid gossip to form about them entirely back then. Even when they tried they'd never been especially good at hiding how close they were. Now, he was sure, plenty of those gossips would feel entirely vindicated in their speculations. Well, he could not begrudge them that.

Those whimpers goes right to his own cock, and he squirms a bit in his seat in frustration.] Yes. [He growls as he does his best to help Fingon push his robes out of the way. A part of him wishes they'd gotten wed in much less clothing than this, there was entirely too many layers between the two of them at the moment.] You are not alone in that. I could not manage to keep myself from letting my hand wander at the thought of you. Waiting an entire day felt like an eternity and I have never been too good at waiting. [The thought of Fingon stroking his cock and working his fingers in and out of himself makes him moan as he puts a bit more effort into pushing his breeches down until his own cock is freed from the restricting confines of them.] My hand was a rather poor substitute for you, though. It left me entirely unsatisfied.

No. And even when we did some must have heard us. [It would have been friends, clearly, for they were never ratted out but nonetheless some must have heard them and even understood what was going on.] Not now that they can gossip, no. [He smiles, stealing another swift but passionate kiss.

They make short work of the layers that keep them apart and Fingon gladly wraps his hand around his husband's cock, stroking him as he admires the dark hardness of him in his hand.] My poor love. You cannot even finger yourself and touch your cock. [He had wanted to immediately ride Maedhros, but seeing him makes him lick his lips and before Maedhros puts his hands back on him and could stop him, Fingon makes his choice and slips from his lap, forcing his knees apart and immediately taking his cock in his mouth as he kneels between his legs. His tongue teases the head of his cock, greedy to taste him already.]

I don't doubt they did. [For keeping quiet in the throws of passion was easier said than done... especially considering how passionate they usualy got when they had time together.] And much gossip we are likely to give them. [He laughs gleefully and kissess Fingon with equal passion.

He groans in relief when Fingon's hand finaly closes around him.] Mmmm. It is a shame I cannot and must instead chose one or the other. [The loss of Fingon's warm prescence upon his lap makes him whine pitifully at the loss, only to draw in a sharp breath as his cock is wrapped in the warm softness of his husbands moath.] Ah! Oh, Finno! Husband, you are truly a wonder. [He gasps and moans, his hand fluttering across Fingon's cheek before settling in his hair.]

[He hums in agreement that it is a shame. He used to like talking Maedhros into touching himself so that he could watch, even though they inevitably always ended up making love in some fashion. Fingon could not be satisfied with his eyes alone.

He takes his cock deeper, bobbing his head as he works his way down his cock until every thrust is taking almost all of him. He moans, his silver eyes shining with love and lust as he looks up at him through his dark lashes.]

[And, though he'd be flushed with embarrassment as he did so, Maedhros had quite liked putting on a show for Fingon. To show how well he could follow his directions. And, of course, the way Fingon would pounce upon him like a ravenous panther once their want grew to great had also been quite enjoyable.

Maedhros hand tangles in Fingon's hair as he moans.] You are so beautiful love... [He sighs.] So lovely and so sweet and you feel so, so good

Not as beautiful as you. [He thinks, trying to push the though over their bond. He glows with desire and need, pulling himself down until he can settle with the thick weight of his cock in his throat, teasing and sucking him when he begins to move again but taking him deeply each time and moaning around him.]

Oh... mmm... I highly doubt that. [He manages to force out between his sighs and moans. For his mind was already swimming in the honey thick pleasure of it all, making it hard for him to think clearly enough to form words.] A lovlier... ah! A lovlier sight would be hard to find...

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