#magolfin

Armed with guile, determination, and Anairë’s stolen wedding dress, Makalaurë sets out to give Ñolofinwë a night he’ll never forget. Unfortunately for him, Ñolofinwë has plans of his own.

Featuring Makalaurë’s itty bitty titties, a never-ending pile of paperwork, burgeoning nationalism, an unexpected appearance from Fëanáro, and, of course, the Finwëan arms race.

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thank you so much to everyone who participated in this noble effort!we're at 48 fics in the ship tag, and 9 new magolfin fics in our collection <3

💠A devout kiss, the saber's hilt by @riding-with-the-wild-hunt The cultivation of a vice, and its end. (Magolfin Belle Époque AU!)

💠Editorial Discretion by @annarobots Maglor tells his story. Pengolodh makes it palatable for the reading audience.

💠The Afterparty by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor Maglor sails to Aman, Fingolfin returns from Mandos, and Anairë plans a wedding.

💠Coronation by @polutrope The High Queen of the Noldor enjoys a private coronation. (Transfem!Fingolfin AU!)

💠Sinful Songs Through the Screen by @whovianofmidgard Cam Girl Maglor AU where Fingolfin pays for private video chats of music related sexual activities.

💠Gift Horse by @whovianofmidgard Fingolfin makes a visit to Maglor's Gap and spends a short vacation there full of good food, music, and cheer, and most of all the delightful company of horses. But the underlying attraction between uncle and nephew is undeniable.

💠started out with a kiss by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor “One kiss,” Makalaurë whispers. “That’s all that is expected of us. Quick, before they think it more.”

💠Each name a stain upon my lips by @justdrowthings Nolofinwë and Kanafinwë share their grief for everyone who they have lost and explore some complicated feelings they hold for some of their relatives.

💠Pussy Palace by @seaemberthesecond Armed with guile, determination, and Anairë’s stolen wedding dress, Makalaurë sets out to give Ñolofinwë a night he’ll never forget. Unfortunately for him, Ñolofinwë has plans of his own. ...plus a beautiful (and rare!!!!) work of Magolfin art by @pujojoi17042, "You are not alone, Káno" 😭

...and a glimpse at @tobermoriansass's upcoming Magolfin Mistaken Identity Opus which we are eagerly anticipating!!

Arakano X Kanafinwe

“You are not alone, Kano”

I don’t know how to write fic… so I have this for Magolfin Day :)

for @i-am-a-lonely-visitor @magolfinday

(Fingolfin/Maglor, triple drabble, T)

“And that, my friend, is how I got myself into this situation,” said Maglor, and sat back, showing Pengolodh his blackened hand. 

Pengolodh paused, pen to paper.

The campfire crackled.  The waves crashed.  The Kinslayer grinned at him.

“I can’t write that,” said Pengolodh.

“In hindsight, I can see that several of our choices were flawed—”

“Not that!  Everyone loves a tragic hero.”

“Well, then,” Maglor said, frowning.  “What’s the problem?”

“I can’t write about you and your uncle sucking each other’s dicks on the eve of every battle for four hundred years!”

I'm writing a Magolfin story at the moment with Russingon as a secondary pairing, and it's... interesting. And complicated, and likely very very cursed. Possibly literally.

Rules: share something old – a snippet of a favorite fic you wrote that you are proud of; share something new – give us a sneak peek of something new you are working on; share something borrowed – a snippet from a fic you read recently that you loved; and share something blue – a snippet you wrote or read that made you cry!

Thanks for the tag @endless-natterings

I'll hit @admirably-abhorrent @mnimeresponding and anyone else that wants in.

Something Old - I'll grab from "And there she remained" since I'm still pretty proud of that one. It's second person perspective which I find hard and its dark Eöl/Aredhel.

for @magolfinday

Fingolfin/Maglor

Summary: Fingolfin makes a visit to Maglor's Gap and spends a short vacation there full of good food, music, and cheer, and most of all, the delightful company of horses. But the underlying attraction between uncle and nephew is undeniable.

Snippet:

"Hail, High King, and be welcomed at the Gap!" Maglor's sonorous voice called out over the plain as Fingolfin and his escort rode through the tall grass and blooming milkweed.

It was a rare thing, if ever, that the High King would leave his stronghold of Barad Eithel, and especially to come East to his half-nephews' lands. The Fëanorions - other than Maedhros - in turn did not make the effort to travel West either, though in Maglor's case it was excusable, defending the large stretch of wide-open flat lands at the Enemy's front porch so to say. All this to say that Maglor hardly ever left the Gap, save the short stints to Himring and Thargelion when the need to check or bother his brothers arose, just as Fingolfin stayed in his own fortress, making the Dagor Aglareb the last time uncle and nephew had seen each other, and not once since the Long Peace had set in, if memory served right.

Maedhros does not receive the letter at once. For nearly a week, he leads a patrol along Himring’s perilous northern border and through the frozen grasses of the Gap east of the hills, where, slowly, his men are building a second camp.

The marches are bleak this time of year. His eyelashes freeze like the yellow blades of grass, along with the long strands that work free of his braid. But he enjoys the work, as much as Maedhros can be said to enjoy anything. The bitter cold offers an adversary. Battling it, he cannot think of Morgoth, or Fëanor, or one brother in particular; he cannot think of anything at all.

The missive that awaits him on his return bears the High King’s seal, not that of his consort. Maedhros narrows his eyes at it and waves off his steward’s offer of hot food, of warmed wine.

Nephew, Fingolfin begins: he must know that grates.

He ends a different way.