#elf prince

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Modern!Fëanor.

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DRESSES . yan! elf prince

thank u 4 the request!! feel free to send more reqs! tw(s): yandere, he makes reader feel creeped out.

can be read as g/n reader, makes a bit more sense why it would probably be g/n if you read the TW(s) in this fanfic written by me.

“DO A SPIN FOR me, princess,” he hummed, sitting on the couch in front of you. 

You looked at him as if he was stupid, a face of disgust as you looked at him, yet you still did it anyway. 

“It’s uncomfortable,” you mumbled, tugging at the dress a bit, feeling uneasy.

You could feel his eyes on you, lingering on your body. You felt exposed and vulnerable as if he was taking advantage of your skills for his entertainment. You couldn't wait for it to be over, to retreat to the safety of your own space.

“We can look at other dresses. You’d need to do so quickly, however. We have to get ready for dinner with my family.”

He stood up, making his way towards a rack of white dresses, taking a quick glance at one then quickly looking at another.

"This one," he said, holding it up. "I think it would look good on you."

You hesitated, but then nodded, unable to find the strength to resist his demands. You walked over to him, feeling uncomfortable as he held the dress up for you to put on.

As you did, he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your neck, his hands lingering on your waist. You felt trapped and helpless as he controlled every aspect of your life.

"Do you like it?" he asked, finally releasing you.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you.

“Can we look at other ones?”

“I thought you liked this?”

“I do,” you didn’t. “But  what if we find one we both like more? The wedding is supposed to be a special day… right?

“I suppose you’re right.”He reluctantly stepped away, letting you browse through a few more dresses. You couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness as he watched your every move, always lurking behind you like he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Finally, you found a dress that you felt comfortable in. It was simple, yet elegant. You turned to him, hoping for his approval.

He looked you up and down, "I like it," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but feel relieved. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. Maybe he just had a different way of showing his affection. But deep down, you knew that there was something dark and twisted about him, something that made you question your sanity.

As you walked towards the fitting room, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for the person staring back at you - a person who had lost themself in the hands of a cruel man.