#amarea

AN: Ama is @urwendii's OC, daughter of Arien and Mairon; Lómë is mine. You can read more about him here.

Prompt: Dreams | Amarëa x Írilómë Synopsis: Her lover waits for her in her dreams. Warnings: Sensual (my man is an incubus)

When Ainur sleep, they seek rest. 

Yet when Amarëa closes her eyes and waits for sleep to take her, she seeks something else. The fire within her is young and strong, and needs no rest; she wants thrill. 

And she finds it when arms wrap around her from behind, when silvery hands caress her sun-kissed skin, when the gaze of red eyes bleeds through dreamy fog. 

"There you are, my lady, my love."

His lips brush against her neck, his voice fills her mind. 

Amarëa knows Írilómë plays this game well, but that makes it no less fun to lose. 

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taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @destinyeternity1 @edensrose

Made in 2017, 2018 + 2019

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from Winx Club

1 - 4. Arctic Fairy - requested by marcusperez824

5 - 8. Dark Sirenix- requested by marcusperez824

9. Amarea - requested by marcusperez824

❅ Prompt: Lights & Candles | Arien & Amarëa ❅ Synopsis: A tiny Aini shows her fiery temper. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: You can! I hope you enjoy this little thing and my inability to not make a stupid pun in the synopsis :D

"I have something for you, tiny flame."

Amarëa had – after some complaining and combusting – settled back into her childlike fána and was now looking at her expectantly.

Smiling, Arien moved to stand next to a nearby candle holder and lit the candles with one single note. The flickering fires instantly caught Amarëa's attention, and she became restless again, reaching for them with her tiny, chubby hands. 

"Would you like to hold one?" Arien asked softly, only to be surprised when her daughter managed to light a flame of her own, a smile brighter than the sun on her little face. 

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To: Amarëa

From: Mairon (yes it's not fair he's only giving gifts to arrogant elves. The smol deserves a gift from her atya too)

Gift: a pretty shiny golden sun globe forged and holding a small flame in its center ☀️

(Idk. AU where Mairon returned in Valinor after the wow?) Ama has been missing her mama lately. Mairon is trying to help the only way he knows (forging gifts)

♡ To: Amarëa ♡ From: Mairon

𝓐 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓷

"Are you still missing your mama, Amarëa?" 

Mairon knelt in front of his daughter, meeting her frown with his most charming smile. He already knew the answer of course – he was well aware of how attached she was to Arien and how she would sometimes sit outside on sunny days and watch her mother in the sky, occasionally waving with her little hand. 

❅ Prompt: Sleeping Forest | Amarëa x Írilómë ❅ Synopsis: While dancing in the forest, Amarëa finds a strange Maia. (Or: In which Ama joins the proud Maiarin tradition of picking up strange men in the woods) ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: A gift for @maironite. Some of you may know her OC Amarëa, Arien's daughter, from other fics in which she usually appears as a little Maia; this one takes place ages later and features adult Ama. Enjoy!

But wait, who is Írilómë? Well... more about that later ;)

Her mother's sun painted golden speckles of light on the forest's soft ground. 

Amarëa laughed in delight, hopping and dancing from one to the other – too caught up in her game to notice the Maia sleeping between the roots of a great tree. 

She stumbled and he rose, sleep vanishing from ruby-red eyes once he beheld her, as did she in turn. His hair was of an unnatural, ethereal purple hue, proud, curved horns adorned his head and his smile was sweet and charming. 

Amarëa knew an Úmaia when she saw one. 

Nevertheless, she continued to stare and smiled back. 

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"Here" she says brightly "I took it from uncle Melkor's crown"

Awww! How sweet of you, tiny flame! What a lovely gift!

Now let's... put the gem in my pocket and take a walk together... preferably fast and very far away... where Uncle Melkor can't see us... and your father can't see us... and the gentlemen with the stars on their armor can't see us...