#feanorincest

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In Formenos, Feanor is worried that he will be abandoned. Sure, his father came with him, and so did his sons, and a few (a lot of) other people. But his wife didn't. Some of his students didn't. The Valar have forbidden him from going to Tirion, so he can't even ask why.

He needs to be certain he can't be abandoned again. Some of his sons were reluctant to leave the city, or their friends, and may not wish to leave Valinor at all when the time comes. Feanor needs to make sure they stay by his side.

Marriage is unbreakable, for all the ages of the world.

Feanor declares that all of his sons will marry him, to prove their devotion. He means this both sexually and spiritually, though they don't have to consummate it more than once.

This pronouncement results in a long awkward silence.

Amras is the first one to ask a clarifying question. Does Feanor mean like, all at once, or taking turns? Because he really doesn't want to listen to Maglor screaming in pleasure.

Feanor says it will be sequential. He's not even sure you can form multiple marriage bonds in one night; and he doesn't want to make this unpleasant for his sons. But given how the Valar are clearly conspiring against him, it will be best if they can rely on each other, and don't have to worry that one of them has been suborned.

Maedhros doesn't say out loud that this is ridiculous. He knows that Feanor will see that as evidence of him being too sympathetic to Fingon and Nolofinwe. He does point out that marriage bonds are supposedly overwhelming, especially at first. Obviously Feanor is smart and strong enough to handle a total of eight marriage bonds. But Feanor is the crown prince and also the best craftsman in the Noldor, and might find it distracting. Maybe they should try a different plan?

Feanor says fine, he'll think about it.

In a week, Feanor comes back and tells Maedhros that Amras's concern about spacing was reasonable, but they really do need family cohesion. And in order to let the bonds settle in between, Feanor is going to start today.

Maedhros clears his schedule for the afternoon, and the night, and the next day.

There isn't a public wedding between Feanor and his eldest son. But there is a meeting for the eight of them the next day. Maedhros is physically just fine, and makes sure not to show his emotional discomfort. No need for his brothers to think this will be terrible. And maybe he'll be be better able to persuade Feanor against this path, now that he has more insight into his father's mind and is obviously not acting out of selfishness.

Feanor eventually latches onto the idea of his sons marrying each other. With Maedhros married to him, this works out tidily in terms of mathematics, and they'll still have one other person to notice if they're being led astray.

Feanor presents this new idea to his sons. They can do it by order of age: Maglor and Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin, Amrod and Amras.

Feanor's sons proceed to entirely miss the point and start arguing about the details. Curufin has a wife and child, and although marrying Feanor would obviously be a fealty thing rather than a romance thing he's not sure the same applies to someone his own generation. Maglor says that if he has to marry Celegorm it's going to end in one of them threatening the other at sword point, can't say who yet. Celegorm says there would be no threats, he just acts. Amras flatly refuses to marry his twin. Amrod refuses to let anyone other than his twin know him that intimately, now that it's an option.

All in all, it's several months before they agree on an initial plan. Maglor will marry Caranthir. Curufin will wait a few years to marry his Celegorm, until Celebrimbor is a bit older. Amras will get high for the wedding night with Amrod, once they find an appropriate herb that makes memories fuzzy but doesn't dull the spirit or the mind.

Maglor and Caranthir are the most straightforward. They get married the next year. They refuse to talk about it at all afterwards, and don't get along any better later.

Feanor is called to a festival in Tirion before his other sons have a chance to wed.

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Marriage requires a vow and an act. The vow is a statement of shared purpose, calling one the Valar or the One in witness, a promise of unity and dedication. The act is typically sex, but anything that involves vulnerability of the spirit, shared intense emotions, and excitement of the body works.

Swearing the Oath does not bind the house of Feanor into one bond.

Killing at Alqulaonde does, with death around them and fear of death in their hearts, their own blood pumping hard in rhythm with each other, ending lives even as it horrifies them because they see no better way towards their single goal.

[shitty-tolkien-aus]

Which, which of them are dating each other? Or is the dating each other part more a Finwion cousins thing?

- @erai-crabantaure

The way I see it, there are a couple options, and I suggest you go with whichever speaks to you most/is funniest

They are dating in the most common fandom Feanorincest pairings - Maedhros/Maglor, Celegorm/Curufin, Ambarussa twincest

All the Finweans are vampires, and the Feanorians are dating their cousins.

The Feanorians aren't dating each other at all, they just have zero boundaries between each other. Maglor sits in all his brothers' laps just to cuddle, and Celegorm licks Curufin's cheek to be annoying, and high school gossip assumes romantic relationships.

They roll dice every time they move to a new town to figure out who's fake-dating who this time, so only one of the seven appears romantically available at a time and the others don't have to deal with high school flirting.

Twilight AU where the incredibly hot otherworldly teens who never interact with others, are freakishly fast, and some of whom are dating each other are...

The sons of Feanor.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

The three of them knew that if word ever got out of their relationship, people would get it wrong. They would assume that the fierce Lord of Himring had commanded Amrod and Amras to his bed. If people knew that the three of them had been together since Valinor, they would say the far older Maedhros had manipulated his youngest brothers, gentling them to his touch as their bodies just started to awaken to lust. Such speculation could not be further from the truth.

Warnings: No major archive warnings apply, sibling incest, twincest Rating: Mature Word count: 1372

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Feanorian OT8-verse. In Nargothrond, in the middle of the Luthien debacle, Celebrimbor criticizes Curufin publicly for his handling of the situation. This takes place as soon as they get a private moment

Curufin: “This disloyalty is completely unacceptable! You are a Feanorian!”

Celebrimbor: “Am I? Have I ever been the equal to the seven of you? Do you not have a special bond with your father, that I can never understand?”

Curufin: “He is your father as well. And we have never begrudged you a place in our midst.”

Celebrimbor: “Of course not. You’re supposed to be a cult of eight, and with him dead how else were they supposed to watch Curufinwe fuck himself?”

Celegorm: “Tyelpe, we never saw you as a replacement -”

Celebrimbor: “Because no one could ever live up to Feanor, not because you didn’t wish I would.”

Curufin: “Of course I hoped - and still hope - that one day you will be as great as Feanor. You are my son, I wish nothing less than for you to be the most celebrated being in Arda.”

Celebrimbor: “Let me tell you what I saw of the so-called greatest of the Eldar. He was erratic, as easy to enrage as Celegorm but harder to calm. He wouldn’t listen to anyone’s counsel, whether his wife or his “lovers”. It’s true he was amazingly skilled in the forge, but he had no patience for anyone who was less than perfect. Then King Finwe died and Feanor went truly mad, and pulled as many people as possible with him.”

Celegorm: “I've killed people before who dared speak of him that way.”

Celebrimbor: “But you won’t kill me because I’m family, by which you mean I’m devoted to Feanor and I let you stick your cock in me. Do you really believe I was still looking forward to my majority by the time we reached Losgar? Here’s a madman drenched in blood, and you’re drenched in it as well. He’s killed people before for not giving him what he wants, and once he’s chosen a course nothing will deter him. And everyone you love says that in two years he’s going to fuck you.”

Curufin: “He wouldn’t have forced you. I wouldn’t have let him, even if he had been as mad as you think he was.”

Celebrimbor: “So I would’ve known that you were standing in the way of his wrath at my refusal and taking it on yourself. And you would have felt I was wrong, and that you had raised me poorly if I did not desire my father-grandfather. I would have gone into his bed if Feanor had lived, like a lamb to the slaughter, terrified and knowing that my terror would stop nothing, for how else could I still be welcome among our family? I wished for comfort after all that had happened - all we had done - and the price of that comfort was to let Feanor and all the rest of you use my body as you use each other’s.”

Curufin: “My love for you has never had a price. But why mention this now? You’ve had centuries in which Feanor has been incapable of retaliation, and yet you’ve been willing enough.”

Celebrimbor: “I’m moving in to a room near the forges. I won’t share either of your beds again, and if you ask me to I’ll know you don’t care about my wishes at all.”

Celegorm was shocked.

Curufin merely nodded. “You will always be welcome to return. Will you still be joining us for dinner?”

Celebrimbor: “Yes. We are still kin, even if I find your recent actions foul.”

Curufin: “Those actions are done in the service of our family and our oath, but I now know that you will not let yourself see such.”

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Part 2 of my Feanorian OT8 bullet point fic

One day, a giant eagle lands on Fingolfin’s side of the lake.

Maedhros is rescued!

The message as to what is happening is delivered to his brothers several hours later. The messenger doesn’t linger, and doesn’t invite them.

The six brothers immediately start planning who should go.

They all want to. They want to be closer to whole than they’ve been in years, none of them really want to go and leave the others behind.

But they know that Fingolfin’s people will take their arrival, especially as a group, as a threat.

And there’s the matter of their forbidden relationship. Maedhros is vulnerable, it’s the worst possible time for accusations to spring up.

But they’re all so relieved, keeping their expressions of joy to carefully memorized rules (how long is too long for a hug between brothers? how close is too close? is laying your head on your brother’s chest to hear his heartbeat and reassure yourself he’s alive normal? Kisses on the lips are too intimate, forehead is safely familial, ears and hands are what?) will be painfully difficult.

In addition to  their own feelings, the Feanorians expect Maedhros to be touch-starved.  He will likely seek out their embrace, and they don’t want to reject him  after whatever he’s gone through just to please nosy onlookers.

Maglor says that two should go, one to comfort Maedhros and one to keep watch so they don’t get attacked by someone mad about the Ice. Or walked in on cuddling.

He reluctantly admits he shouldn’t go first, as the politics are unstable enough he needs to stay here and manage their people.

That leaves Celegorm, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, and Caranthir who could go.

Eventually they settle on Amrod and Amras. They’re twins, and no one will be surprised if they refuse to be parted. It's far less of an insult to Nolofinwe than an obvious guard.

Amrod and Amras all also the youngest, and people sometimes see them as overgrown children. They can get away with a lot more touch than the others.

So Amrod and Amras ride out that afternoon, aware but ignoring that Nolofinwe never actually invited them.

No one is heartless to turn away family who haven’t seen their brother in years at the gate. The twins are forced to surrender all their weapons, even their eating knives, but it’s worth it.

Fingon insists on accompanying them to see Maedhros.

Maedhros is unconscious. He is dressed in a tunic that’s both too baggy and too short in the sleeves. His arms are covered with bandages. There’s another across his forehead, and what they can see of his face is bruises ranging from dark red to ugly green.

And there’s the missing hand, which had not been mentioned in the letter. And which has a tourniquet around the arm, so it’s fresh.

Amras asks WTF. This leads to a whisper-shouted argument with Fingon. (No one wants to disturb Maedhros)

Amrod takes advantage of the distraction to approach Maedhros. He sits down on his brother’s left side and holds his remaining hand.

He can’t think of what else to do to reassure Maedhros that he’s not alone, they’re here. Well he could climb in bed and lie down next to him, but Fingon’s there and Maedhros is really obviously injured everywhere - where to painlessly touch isn’t clear.

Amrod starts humming a lullaby, the same one Nerdanel sang them all as children.

Eventually Fingon notices the sound and breaks off his argument with Amras.

“What are you doing to him? The healers already Sang all they dared, if we rush his healing we might still lose him!”

Amrod says “I’m not an idiot,” rolls his eyes, and keeps humming. He starts rubbing Maedhros’s hand in time with it.

Amras explains for him, “It’s not a song of power. It’s just a lullaby, so Maedhros knows he’s safe.”

“I’ve never heard it,” Fingon says suspiciously.

“I’m not surprised, but it’s common with the Aulendir.” Amras is selfishly pleased that there’s something that Maedhros’s best friend doesn’t know about him (besides the obvious).

Fingon glares at them for a while. Amrod is humming. Amras is standing next to him, joining in and occasionally brushing hair that is far too short out of Maedhros’s eyes.

Fingon says, “Are you two just going to sit there until he wakes up?”

“At least.”

“You didn’t care enough to go get him.”

“We cared for our other brothers just as much, and didn’t want them to grieve two of us and Father all at once.”

“The healers say it may be days, or even weeks, until he wakes.”

“Amrod and I can take it in shifts.”

“There’s no spare rooms in the camp, and no space for you to set up a tent.”

“We can sleep on the floor.”

“You’ll get in the healers’ way.”

“On the roof then, we built it sturdily enough.” Sturdy enough for stargazing turning to caressing and more, as it had on their trips across Aman. They hadn’t gotten the chance to use it for that, but they had hoped and planned, and it was shielded from view from the other buildings.

“People aren’t going to be happy about a kinslayer watching them from the rooftops.”

“Then I guess you shouldn’t go up there either. If people are scared of two unarmed elves, they’re cowards in truth.”

“You burned the ships!”

“I did. Amrod didn’t. Maedhros didn’t, and actually tried to argue Father our of it.”

Fingon stopped short at that. “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true.”

“You’re just trying to manipulate me so I’ll treat him better.”

“That seems pointless. You already gave him the largest bedroom in the place, with the best view.”

“The healers need access.”

Amrod spoke up. “We’re all on the same side here. We want Maedhros happy and Morgoth defeated.”

“I’m really not convinced you do, given you left him there that long.”

“And you cut of his hand,” Amras said

“He asked me to kill him, when I said I couldn’t free him. A hand seemed worth it.”

Amrod’s hand squeezes Maedhros’s too tightly. His other reaches for Amras, who holds on tight.

“Thank you or bringing him back to us.”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

“But you did it, even if only for yourself.”

“I did it for Maedhros. He is his own person, and doesn’t belong to those who left him to die.” Fingon had made the argument many times to Maedhros, that as much as he cared for his family he didn’t owe them his life. Maedhros always stopped short of explaining how he cared for his family, and why he was wiling to build his life around them as one does a spouse.

“If he wants to stay here, we won’t stop him. But we’ll wait until he’s healthy enough to decide.”

Fingon sighs. “Fine. You will obey the healers, and not harm anyone in this camp. I will see if I can find some spare blankets.”

“We won’t harm anyone who doesn’t try to attack us.”

“There will be a trial if so much as a sprained wrist comes of your stay here. You won’t be treated specially because you’re princes.”

“We never expected it.”

Fingon leaves.

Amrod and Amras stay where they are, and accept the slightly tron blankets he returns with.

That night, Amras carefully climbs into the bed. Amrod holds Maedhros up as he moved some of the mound of pillows keeping the injured brother upright aside and scooted into their place. They settle back down with only one pillow between Maedhros and Amras’s chest, his legs spread out to either side.

“I’ll take first watch,” Amrod said.

Amras sleeps. He’ll have sore muscles, but he’s happier than he's been in years.

Amrod wakes him at first light, and they carefully rearrange the pillows before the healers arrived. The twin lay on the roof for just long enough to dirty their own bedding, not wanting to leave Maedhros alone.

The healers send them both from the room as bandages are changed and wounds are drained. The healers do give a summary of what they did, when Amras and Amrod ask.

Maedhros will survive, and will wake if he feels either in urgent danger or finally safe enough.

Amrod seeps on the floor during the day, cuddling Maedhros’s hanging arm like a teddy bear.

It’s a series of catnaps, as Amras wakes him every time someone approaches the door.

They don’t leave Maedhros alone with any visitors while he’s unconscious.

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Feanorian OT8 going through canon

Because I’ve read a bunch of hot sweet incest orgies, but what about after they leave Valinor? How would their even more codependent relationship handle the loss of so many of them?

After Alqualonde they’re all disgusted, honestly.

Horrified at what they’ve done, horrified at what the others have done for them, worried the others will be horrified at them.

Basically Celegorm is the only one taking this calmly. He’s used to killing things that can talk in a way none of the rest are yet.

He spends that first night with Curufin, talking him down about yes it’s sad to kill people you could have had a conversation with, but no I don’t think you’re evil or unworthy, and Dad probably doesn’t either.

It takes a few weeks, but by the time they reach Araman and prepare to set sail they’ll all speaking to each other again.

The Doom scares them, and they all spend the night together in Feanor’s tent, taking comfort and pleasure in each other.

They don’t know it, but it’s the last time all eight of them will be together.

They split up for the sailing trip over, each of them on a different ship. It’s lonely, but someone needs to be in command.

And of course, it’s hard to tell what people’s breaking point would be, whether their king defying the Valar for his own happiness as well as in pursuit of vengeance will be tolerated.

They reach land. Feanor orders the ships burned.

(Maedhros has always been odd, relying on people outside the family. This will be better for him.)

Amrod was on one of the ships, and Amras noticed barely in time to rescue him.

Amrod is shaken at how close he came to dying.

Amras is too, but he turns it outwards into anger at Feanor.

“You don’t care about us anymore!”

“I didn’t know he was there-”

“Yes, because you weren’t paying attention! Would you have cut down a tree back home without first checking the whole area to be sure we were clear, even if you thought we were in Tirion that day? But you knew we had been on these ships hours ago, and still you burned them without even a warning bell!”

“I am sorry, I didn’t intend-”

“I know you didn’t. Amrod and I will set up our tent upwind of here, out of the smoke.”

Celegorm: “All right, I’ll pull up our stakes and move the rest.”

Amrod: “Actually we’ll just be the two of us.”

Feanor: “I see. Sleep well then.”

Maedhros comes by a couple hours later, asking if they’ve eaten yet. They have, and send him away.

The twins will take a week or so, learn each other again after being separated for the whole voyage, and then they’ll forgive and rejoin the rest. It’s how things go.

But three days later, Feanor dies.

It’s guilt at abandoning him that drives the youngest two to reswear the Oath, and by the time they’re done with the first line the others join in.

It’s now the seven of them.

They all bundle into one tent from then on. They claim they’re grieving, and it’s true enough. The spare tents are useful for the injured, anyway.

Maedhros is king.

Maedhros ties and fails to recenter them. Feanor was too big a personality though; maybe Maedhros could do it if he had a few years.

But Maedhros doesn’t have that kind of time. There’s a messenger form Morgoth inviting them to parlay.

Maedhros goes. He doesn’t come back.

Maglor is king.

He wants to forbid his brothers from leaving the camp.

He doesn’t, quite. It would drive Celegorm insane, and possibly the others as well.

Instead he says his brothers must be accompanied by one another, or by at least a dozen armed guards within thirty feet at all times.

They’d all risk their lives, but they wouldn’t risk their brothers. They stay safe enough, and no one else dies or is captured.

They build a palace, with a wing for the royal family. There’s a king’s bedroom and five bedrooms for princes in one hallway.

Despite the room having been built after his coronation, Maglor can’t sleep well in the king’s chamber. He knows it shouldn’t be his.

He spends most nights with his brothers.

They all go to the royal bedroom together one night, but they can’t summon interest. The missing two are too obvious here.

The spend that night cuddling sadly.

They sleep (and have sex) in ones and twos and threes.

The Nolofinweans arrive.

The Feanorians move. They work on building a new fortress.

This one has no particular family/royal wing, just a dozen bedrooms for themselves or guests scattered around so they don’t notice the empty ones.

Maglor keeps the same restrictions on leaving the camp.

The two hosts occasionally send messengers or trade, but no one visits the other side socially. Both camps bar their doors at night.

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Scene in the Harem AU. Turgon had a bad time. Fingon helps, and then “helps”

Turgon was walking very carefully towards his bedroom, half leaning on the wall. If he fell over he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up on his own, and he’d rather spend the night on a soft bed than on the floor.

“Here, let me help you,” Fingon said, lifting Turgon’s arm over his shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“I could hardly let you collapse. Who was it this time?”

“Curufin. He wants to find an oil that stings if you put it on cuts and welts, but not if it gets elsewhere. Apparently he had some discomfort last time he and Caranthir got elaborate.”

“Did he find one?” Fingon asked, propping his brother against the wall as he opened the door to Turgon’s bedroom.

“No. It stings on welts and cuts and on my cock and in my ass.”

“What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know. Curufin wanted to be get his cock sucked after his experiment, and he’s capable of thinking ahead ”

“Too bad, that would’ve been funny. Sit on the stool here for a moment.”

“I’d rather not.”

“I can’t hold you up and start the bath at the same time, and you’re too tall for me to lift you up from the bed by myself.”

“Fine, I’ll sit to accommodate my littlest brother.” Turgon sat down, letting out a hiss of pain at the pressure against the welts on his ass.

Fingon turned the water on, and began gathering soaps and salves from the various cabinets. “How deep in you did the oil go?”

“Pretty deep, he used that dildo with the emerald on the base.” Turgon began unbuttoning his robe, flinching as the cloth moved against his injuries.

“I’m not sticking my arm up your ass while it’s full of stinging oil, I’ll be right back.”

Turgon managed to get his robe fully off, except where he was sitting on it. He was naked, not having bothered to put on tights for the walk back across the palace.

Fingon walked in holding a dildo over a foot long but only an inch wide. “Found a good one in your cabinet, sometimes I wonder why we even have half this stuff - oh wow. Is your back as bad as your chest?”

“It shouldn’t be. Curufin wanted to see how the oil reacted with different types of injuries. My chest was cuts, back was with a whip, ass was with a crop.”

Fingon walked in a quick circle around Turgon. “There’s a welt on your shoulder that’s bleeding a bit, but you should be able to sleep on your back without opening anything else. Your chest really is a mess though, I don’t know if you’ve looked in a mirror.”

“I haven’t.”

“Well, there’s one next to the tub. You can take a look while we get the oil off you.”

With Fingon’s help, Turgon got into the bathtub. His chest really was a mess, dozens of shallow cuts and nicks, all less than an inch long except for a hair-thin line tracing his breastbone.

Fingon had to help him wash his back, but Turgon scrubbed down the rest of his body. The soap didn’t feel great in the cuts, but it was bliss in comparison to the stinging oil.

Between the two of them, they managed to get Turgon out of the tub and seated on the stool again, and even mostly dried off.

“I‘m going to put a salve on a the cuts first so they close up faster, then I’ll work on the welts.”

"Alright, but what about the oil still in my ass?”

“Same cooling cream as on the welts. I’ll use the dildo to make sure it gets everywhere.”

“Can we do that now? It hurts even worse now that the rest of me is clean.”

“Unless you can support yourself hands and knees for as long as it takes, we need to do your chest first,” Fingon said as he applied the salve. “Rubbing all these cuts against the floor or a towel will just make them take longer to heal.”

Turgon tried to sit up straighter, then sighed. “I don’t think I can, even for ten minutes. Not sure I have enough energy to hold ‘head down ass up’ either.”

“That’s fine. I’ll rub the cream on your cock, and then you can fall on your bed face first. You only have to be awake enough to roll onto your back when I’m done.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, what’s family for?”

The cream had a slight minty scent, contrasting with the medical smell of the herbs. Fingon rubbed it on Turgon’s cock and balls, paying special attention to the sensitive head, which was irritated even more than the rest.

“Did I miss any spots that you can tell?”

“My thighs still sting a lot.”

“I’ll get your thighs after your ass, it’s good enough for now.”

Fingon left Turgon sitting on the stool long enough to fold back the covers. Then the two of them walked slowly together up to Turgon’s bed, where he quite literally fell onto the bed. He managed to get his head on the pillow and his feet not, so Fingon let him be.

Turgon’s asshole had closed a bit in the hour since it had been last used, but the dildo Fingon selected was narrow. He coated the whole thing with the cooling cream, and placed a large dollop on the end.

“Let me know when it’s in far enough,” Fingon said, and began to push the dildo into Turgon. He went slowly, and paused every inch to wiggle it so he could be sure to coat his brother’s walls thoroughly.

“Almost - stop, that’s as far as he went.” Turgon focused on keeping his body relaxed. “I really wish there was a better way to do this.”

“If you were less wrung out, I could pour water up there and rinse you out a couple times. I’m pretty sure you’d just make a mess of the bed with as flat as you’re lying now though.”

“It’s annoying how that works.”

“Yep. I’m going to take the dildo out for a minute while I rub the cream on the outside of your hole and between your thighs. It’ll go back in while I do your back though, you’re irritated enough that two rounds is better than one.”

“Fine.”

The dildo came out just as smoothly as it went in. Fingon did as he said he would, until the scent of mint was practically overpowering.

Finally, Fingon said, “Alright. I’m going to wash my hands, then I’ll help you find a more comfortable position to sleep in.”

Turgon rolled onto his back, and Fingon helped him point his feet away from the edge of the bed and towards the foot.

“That good? You’re not putting pressure on anywhere sore?”

“No, nothing hurts like this.”

“Good. Then one last thing and I’ll let you sleep.” Fingon climbed into the bed until he was above Turgon and kissed him on the lips. Fingon began stroking his hands down his brother’s bare sides, avoiding the healing cuts.

“Fingon, I just want to sleep.”

“Not quite yet,” Fingon said as he caressed Turgon’s nipple.

“Please.”

Fingon stilled his hands, but didn’t let go. “You know that’s a bad idea. You just had a terrible time, so we need to show your body that sex can be good. Otherwise you’ll be terrified and flinching the next time one of the princes wants you. Then Celegorm will say you’re acting like a scared rabbit and decide to exhaust you so much you can’t flinch, or Caranthir will tie you up, or Maglor will blindfold you so you can’t be scared of things if you can’t see them coming. And we’ll end up right here again in two weeks.”

Turgon let out a shaky sigh. “You’ll be gentle?”

“As light as a feather.” Fingon kissed Turgon again. He resumed stroking Turgon’s chest, circling his nipples with a touch barely firm enough not to tickle. He ran his fingers down Turgon’s sides, drawing them inward when he got to the hips.

Turgon flinched when Fingon reached his cock.

“Hey, eyes open, it’s just me.” Fingon leaned back so Turgon could see his face, then planted a kiss on his brother’s cheek. “Does it hurt?” Fingon kept his hand in place.

“No, it just feels - odd. Your hands are really warm.”

“That’s just the cream on our cock making them feel so, but I’m glad.” Fingon kissed Turgon on the lips again, then began trailing kiss down his neck. When he got to Turgon’s chest he placed a kiss on one nipple, then the other.

Fingon kissed a meandering path down Turgon’s body, lifting one hand to continue petting Turgon’s nipples. He licked into Turgon’s navel, kissing the rim with loving attention. Turgon was too sore for any touch to his hole to be pleasurable, but Fingon made sure his brother could imagine in detail what he wished to do.

When Fingon kissed the tip of Turgon’s cock, which he had so carefully tended to not an hour before, Turgon let out a low moan. Fingon didn’t move to take it in his mouth though, instead placing kisses all along the shaft. The minty taste of the medicated cream was incongruous, but not unpleasant.

It took a while with such light touches, but Turgon eventually reached his peak. Fingon made sure to cover his brother’s cock with his hand, to keep any come from getting on the cuts and needing to be washed off.

Fingon kissed Turgon one more time, then went in the bathroom to wash his hands and take care of his own erection.

He pulled up the covers on Turgon’s bed when he was done. “Good night.”

“Good night. Oh, can you tell Dad not to worry if I miss breakfast?”

“Sure.”

[fuckingfinwions]

Can we send in prompts for the kink thing

Sure, go ahead! You can specify pairing, kink, and any of my 'verses/posts. (Though if I don't think those two would have sex in that verse, I get to choose the setting.)

A couple of caveats: I am a slow writer, especially when it comes to actually writing sex scenes rather than just setting up the premise and running. It may take a couple weeks for me to get to your prompt.

Also, I am not accepting prompts for Age Play, Crossdressing, and Rituals as I already have Ideas (tm) for those.

[feanope]

Dear xredriverx .. I am incredibly sorry for being such a slow trash.. I hope you like the update/fic anyways <3

I've updated it on AO3 just now: Revealed (Celegorm x Curufin, nsfw, NC-17, tw: incest)

[feanope]

Original Prompt was: They love how much they look alike. +1 for calling each other "Curufinwe" in bed +100 for sex in front of mirrors

----- ~A shameless 5k word Fëanorincest-PWP~ Curufin gets another birthday present from Fëanor, but this time the present comes from his lover, not from his father

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[feanope]

By the Valar ... how on earth did that PWP become over 4k words?! And it is not even finished ô.O ...