Needst Thou a Hand with That?
Findekáno survives a terrible fall with grievous injuries. Confined for his recovery, plaster casts on both arms, he’s making everyone in the palace miserable. Fearful for the health of his fëa (and sick of his attitude), Anairë conceives a plan to ease his suffering. She does not expect to be overcome by her own desires.
10.6k words, Explicit, Anairë/Fingon.
Dubious Consent, Mother/Son Incest, Mommy Issues, Anairë POV, Past Fingon/Maedhros (Tolkien), Background Anairë/Fingolfin, Tirion (Tolkien), Pre-Darkening of Valinor (Tolkien), Years of the Trees (Tolkien), Complicated Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Injury, Hand Jobs, Unhappy marriage, in-universe homophobia of the "maybe I can cure him" variety, Hypocrisy, Denial, Clothed Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Woman on Top, Crying, Multiple Orgasms, Chair Sex, Breasts, Vaginal Fingering, Doggy Style, Pool Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Fear of Discovery, stop making love to me when I'm trying to fuck you, Power Dynamics, Family Dynamics, Infidelity, based on a reddit post, the author's barely disguised kink for gratuitous descriptions of jewelry and clothing, Wank and Tell | Creator is Open to Comments about Masturbating to This Work, I'm Sorry Tolkien, Bad Moms of Arda
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