Fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41077212/
Art can be found here: https://64.media.tumblr.com/70a75344774faa74e1e19c75b23cbf38/3403611e51af4692-75/s1280x1920/980a5f34ec277290fd50e6d7c5a3414cafc773d4.pnj
Art by jamcake_muses (ao3) / @jamcake-muses (tumblr)
Tags: Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Worldbuilding, Dogs
Word Count: 5,438
Summary: Fëanáro returns to court after a long absence in advance of Nolofinwë’s debut, which comes in the form of a design for a bridge in Tirion. Nolofinwë has been working very hard, and is flabbergasted when his half-brother and family show up. Finwë, however, is excited to welcome his grandsons – Maitimo, a teenager who is eager to prove himself and gets caught up in his uncle’s project; Makalaure, who is supposed to be watching his younger brother; and Tyelkormo, who is determined to wreak as much havoc as possible with the help of his puppy (and the fact that he looks just like his dead grandmother). As tensions rise, how will Nolofinwë’s debut go?
A collaboration created for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2022 @tolkienrsb
📕 For the book emoji-thing. Hit me with all your daydream plots
Ahh thank you! Okay there's a lot in this category that may deserve to remain daydreams, but my pet project (hypothetical) involves projecting the bureaucratic structures/policies of emergency management agencies onto the politics of the first age exiled Noldor, because it amuses me endlessly and also legitimately holds up as a model. I would be 100% willing to literally write the council meetings where every plan gets hammered out - war, basic sustenance, intelligence gathering, diplomacy, logistics/supply chains, etc. It would probably cover the Helcaraxë up to at least the Nirnaeth (and the total breakdown of incident command structure sdfghjk..). It would be both a plausible examination of how Noldorin politics functioned and also an excoriation of government failures wrt how poorly these emergency management structures can actually work irl. Sort of. If I ever wrote it all out, anyone willing to read it could probably pass a FEMA ICS course by the end. Incredibly funny to me alone, which is why it's a daydream plot mostly :)
Hey! If you are still doing the prompts, could I please ask for 28 ( odd hobbies) for Gil-galad? ❤️
So this turned into Celebrimbor/Gil-galad porn, definitely in the same timeline as my other Brim/Gil PWPs. Why are they so Inspiring? Rated explicit - do not believe the innocent first paragraph; this is spicy.
Gil-galad twisted the strands in his hand mindlessly. Rope making was one of the many skills his foster father had taught him, and the one he enjoyed the most. If Círdan made noises about going fishing with Gil, or even worse, diving for pearls, he would always counter with an offer to spend a quiet afternoon twisting rope.
Celebrimbor flicked his tongue over the head of his cock and Gil had to bite off the moan that rose unbidden. Brim’s pace stayed agonizingly slow though, and Gil wondered how long they had until Oropher showed up for his meeting. He grabbed another section of hair and started twisting. Gil could ask Brim to stop, or speed up, or he could just grab the back of his head and start fucking his throat, but that would rather prove his point that Gil was too impatient and bad at taking time to enjoy life’s simpler pleasures.
Gil-galad was not impatient — would an impatient person enjoy rope making? He could be a patient person and still hold the opinion that thirty minutes was on the long end for a blow job. Well, hopefully it hadn’t been thirty minutes yet, or else Oropher would be at the door, about to walk in on Gil-galad in a very compromising position with the Sinda’s least favorite co-council member.
Finally, finally, Celebrimbor sped up slightly, the tight friction of his pursed lips making Gil’s heart speed and breath quicken. He clenched the section of hair he had been winding in his hand, resisting the urge to pull harder. That wasn’t what they were doing this afternoon. He tugged the hair lightly in warning. Brim looked up and squeezed his thigh in assent. Not that that was ever a question — he always swallowed.
Gil-galad muffled a shout into forearm, the orgasm that had been building through Celebrimbor’s slow strokes and light suction finally cresting.
Celebrimbor wiped off his mouth and laid his head on Gil-galad’s thigh and smiled sweetly up at him as Gil tried to get his breathing back under control.
“What the fuck were you doing to my hair?” he asked the moment Gil felt capable of speech.
“Um, twisting it?” Gil offered.
Celebrimbor felt his head, almost half his hair twisted into three-strand right laid sections. “Was I boring you? Was the blow job bad?” He looked genuinely offended. Celebrimbor always held himself to a high standard, whether it was in the forge, in the council chamber, or in the bedroom.
“No, no! I just wanted to keep my hands busy,” Gil said sheepishly.
Celebrimbor raised his eyebrows. “I told you, you just can’t sit still.”
“That’s not what this was about!” Gil protested as he tucked himself back into his braies and smoothed his robes back down. Celebrimbor stood up, straightening his clothes. He glanced back at Gil, making sure he was presentable before opening the door.
“Thank you for your guidance, your Grace,” he said as he opened the door. He held it open for Oropher, who had been apparently waiting in the hall. Gil-galad was suddenly very glad he had thought to stifle any noises. Oropher looked at Celebrimbor’s haphazardly twisted hair in confusion. “Nice to see you, Lord Oropher,” Celebrimbor said with a smile. “Have a good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon, Lord Celebrimbor,” Oropher said stiffly. He wrinkled his nose as he walked into the room. Gil tried not to think about how much the room must smell like sex.
2. Song of the year?
According to Spotify Wrapped, that was Michigan Cherry by River Whyless. This year I have also discovered my love of science-fiction rap concept albums, a genre so niche I've only found two of them (send me more if you know them!!). I am not usually a rap person, but my wife is a huge fan, so this is a nice thing for us to bond over. Even if you're not a hip-hop or rap fan, Deltron 3030 is a very accessible and fun listen. 3030 is my favorite from that album and a great soundtrack for anything kick-ass.
11. Something you want to do again next year?
That's a tough one! This year has had a LOT of ups and downs in major ways and the whiplash has made that even more challenging. But one highlight was honeymooning with my wife at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island. It was a pretty short trip but it was probably the happiest I've been all year. I would love to go back for an anniversary trip (especially since we get a discount on that!)
For the fanfic writer ask: 35, 40, 43 and 48, please :)
(Meme questions here.)
35. What is your favorite review?
Any positive one! I love comments so much: emojis, gifs, simple "I liked this," long ones, and everything in between. I am always, always ecstatic when people comment.
40. Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?
Scrambling for a title, summary, and/or tags. If I'm lucky, I'll have two of three. But I usually do end up staring at the posting form going, "…Welp, need to figure something out."
43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?
I refuse to feel guilty anymore about anything I read or write. So my pleasures: I adore hurt/comfort that doesn't skimp on the hurt. I also very much like medical experimentation and graphic torture.
I did feel guilty-- and not a little scared-- about this for quite a few years after joining Tumblr and watching fandom turn from "don't like, don't read" to what it is now. Graphic hurt/comfort used to be easy to find; it was often the first type of fic I'd read in a new fandom. Nowadays, it's harder to locate (or I'm just not having much luck finding it). And it's not the trope tag I'll go looking for; I have to already care about the character(s) involved. I used to be outright terrified to post my darkfics and it took me doing an informal challenge one year called "No Shame November" to get me to see that I'm not going to be immediately ostracized for it. (Yes, I was convinced that people I had known for years were going to quit talking to me because of it. They're still friends.) Now it's just random strangers I worry about-- but I still write and post my fics.
48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?
I honestly cannot answer this. I have a terrible memory for what I've written. General plot and scenes I'll remember, but not actual lines.
Enemies to lovers- Fëanor because while I am a bit scared to have him as an enemy, I think he’d be fun to argue with(he would beat me and I would hate it but still).
