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i’m fucking cracking up just writing this so you can h- have a - have a tease

untitled gavin fic, 28.04.2022

ok, it’s definitely coming from your end of the corridor. is it from one of the other study rooms? no, yours is the only one with the door open wide enough that he’d be able to hear it from the stairs. maybe it’s from someone else who’s studying in there? nope, as he gets closer he can’t feel anyone else’s aura in the room. is it part of your project? no, that seems unlikely, so what in t-

fucking hell.

well, it looks like it was you after all.

he’s so focused on you that he trips right over his own toes and has to (gracefully) grab the doorframe to stay upright, well, he has always said you’d be the death of him.

edit 29.04.2022: this fic is now real! it's called take a sip and you can find it on my masterlist in my pinned post :)

#HE'S HILARIOUS WHY DIDN'T I DO THIS SOONER #reminder that this WILL be a sfw fic #.....technically #rated g for gavin-typical innuendo #redacted asmr

feanor.....new and improved ✨

The figure before him reached up to push back the deep hood they wore, letting moonlight flash off the silver knuckles of their left hand. Turgon gritted his teeth instinctively and then let out a long, quiet breath as the cloth fell back and shadow fled from the planes of a familiar face.

His uncle’s skin was decorated with a smattering of stress lines, cheekbones framed by a fall of silver-white hair pulled back into a braid. His age and exhaustion were apparent in his eyes and scars, similar enough to Turgon’s own. But his expression remained sharp - as quick and vicious as the claws that the king knew lay inside his famous silver prosthetic.

- silverfist, ch. 1