#not archived yet

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Maglor/Daeron mpreg

Maglor was honestly enjoying the festival. All the planning details were Fingolfin’s responsibility. Maglor’s younger brothers were back East, guarding the border that hadn’t had a serious battle in years, and unable to cause political drama. Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad were both in attendance, with Celebrimbor looking out for his “younger cousin” before Gil-Galad went to Ethel Sirion to learn about court.

For the first time since Valinor, Maglor could sing without any other concerns. After a few songs, he had acquired a crowd. Some of them were Silvan and Falmari, and Maglor always took extra pride when he was recognized purely for his voice, not his family name. 

One stranger in the crowd seemed very intent though. He stared directly at Maglor, though he did not move when someone blocked his view. Instead the stranger remained still. 

Three  songs after the stranger appeared though, Maglor noticed a strange vibration. This elf was humming under his breath - but in perfect rhythm with the songs Maglor had never before played in front of audience, and notes that only departed from Maglor’s own to go on on trilling runs of harmonies. 

Maglor stopped singing to take a drink of the excellent wine. He had not been on any sort of stage, so it was easy enough to approach the stranger. 

“You have a good sense of melody,” Maglor said. “Do you play an instrument yourself?”

“I play the lyre, and the twin pipes, and sing as well. Your voice is very well trained.”

“Thank you. Talent without practice is wasted, after all.”

“Is it?”

“It’s a saying from Tirion, or perhaps just from my kin folk. But that’s not important.”

“What is, then?”

“I would love to hear you actually sing or play, rather than just muffled accompaniments.”

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They create a melody, a harmony, a song that takes on a life of its own. Their voices twine into something that is made of both of them, but a thing unto itself. Daeron realizes that he has invoked his maternal inheritance too late. He pulls back from the song, to tell Maglor what they have done, but Maglor sees only that their creation is about to falter.

Maglor sings louder, and claims the tune as his own. It needs a vessel, and Maglor offers his. Daeron initially panics, but communicates to Maglor that co-creation with a maia is approximately similar to having a baby, and Maglor as male is totally unequipped for that.

“Oh, is that the only problem! It’s not pleasant, but I can do so again.”

Maglor goes to Doriath their son a year later, begging for safety for the grandson of the king and queen. Maglor pushes through branches, carefully protecting the bundle in his arms. But at one wild rose bush, the edge of the blanket is caught. When Maglor untangles it, the baby has disappeared from the blanket, and the rose bush grown brambles so thick Maglor could not reach even a finger in. “I named him for the strength of his grip and the weight of his actions!” Maglor shrieks at the trees. “Lungum, if you ever let him speak his mother-tongue!” The forest is silent, though the bush next to him now has buds amidst the thorns.

They say after that Mablung of the heavy hand was at the Mereth Aderthad, and it is true, the way elves count the beginning of a life.

#my fic #silmarillion #daemags #daeron/maglor #my writing #incomplete fic that I'll never finish #not archived yet #in case your wondering: Celebrimbor is the son of Curufin and Maglor; Gil-Galad is the son of Maedhros and Maglor #written for a prompt on silm kink meme about Maglor getting mpregnant multiple times

[fuckingfinwions]

Maedhros smiled as Maglor slipped into his room. Maglor was far too old to be frightened by thunderstorms, but he still spent more nights cuddled in his big brother's arms than in his own bed. Maedhros enjoyed it as well, knowing that his favorite sibling was happy, some part of his alpha hind-brain relaxed at having his pack close. The two of them spent a lot of their time awake together as well, Maglor composing or researching, while Maedhros penned letters and embroidered, to the point there was now a second desk in Maedhros's study.

So there was no reason for Maglor to look nervous to intrude.

Maedhros held out his hands for a hug and Maglor willingly went, nearly tackling Maedhros to the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Alphas don't cuddle with other alphas, do they?"

"It's not like it's forbidden, it's just that we get territorial. You're still a kid though, I like having you here."

"Not when I mature though."

"It will be awkward, but I'll get past it. We're more than our instincts, we are the Noldor, the wisest and most cunning beings in all Arda."

"Is the thing about not liking someone watching out for you true, or just a stereotype?"

"I don't mind someone watching out for me, but someone overseeing me and directing me itches. It doesn't come up much though."

"It would for me though, if I'm an alpha and keep hanging out in your room."

"I suppose."

"And alphas can't kiss each other. We couldn't even give familial kisses on the cheek, in case we slip."

"We could take turns, with one person holding very still. And one accidental kiss isn't enough to Change someone."

"Still, I don't want to be alpha."

"You have to grow up sometime, and the healer has known you were an alpha since you were a child. You're even called 'Commanding Finwe', I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"I have to grow up sure, but why does that mean I have to be an alpha? The healers are wrong sometimes."

"They get it wrong perhaps one time out of two dozen. You should accept and plan for being an alpha, not hope for a rare chance that you can't do anything about."

"I can do something about it though! I want to be an omega, and I can make it happen."

"No one has a way to let an undeveloped child pick their presentation."

"If the healers had said I was an omega and I wanted alpha, than sure, I'd be out of luck. But there is one very well known way to Change an alpha into an omega." Maglor moved his thigh between Maedhros's, rubbing against Maedhros's cock.

"What - you can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"You're just a kid, way too young to make such a decision. The only people who Change are centuries old and deciding to follow their partner."

"I'm not that young. I've been waking up hard the last three days."

"That's no evidence of maturity, and Mom and Dad will never let you get fucked by a stranger just because you don't want things to get awkward between us."

"Oh, I agree we shouldn't tell Mom and Dad, and I'm not gong to find a stranger."

"Good."

"I want to suck your cock every morning until I go into heat."

"What??"

"You heard me quite clearly."

"I must not have, because it sounded like you wanted to Change by committing incest!"

"Maybe. Or maybe this is just my natural omega instinct to submit to a strong, loving alpha."

"There's nothing natural about his, Maglor. You're confused."

"Am I? Then why are you turned on?"

"It's a purely physical reaction to stimulus."

"The stimulus of having a young omega in your bed."

"No!! Just of having someone touching me there."

"Would it be so bad, really, to touch me? Am I so hideous that it's such an imposition?"

"That's not-"

"Come on, you said for yourself that just one kiss wouldn't hurt."

"A kiss, not a blowjob."

"Still, give me a chance to prove I want this."

"That's not the question!"

"Oh? Then what questions do you have for me, alpha?" Maglor looked up through his eyelashes at Maedhros.

"There's no questions, because there's no argument you can give that would make this a reasonable action."

"Sure there is. I could say that I'd go find someone else to Change me. Ecthelion's just a year older, and handsome enough. I don't think he even knows I'm not an omega yet, he'd have no reason to suspect I'm anything more than an eager slut."

"Don't you dare!" Maedhros held Maglor to him tighter as if Maglor might leave and seduce the other student right now. Maglor wriggled closer so his ass was under Maedhros's right hand.

"No? Why shouldn't I, as it wouldn't be incest?"

"Ecthelion isn't good enough for you."

"Oh, it wouldn't be anything serious, not bonding or even letting him fuck me. Just playing with his cock until I get what I want."

"You are still far too young to Change your body so entirely."

"I told you, I'm not sure I'm an alpha. My dick doesn't have a knot as far as I can tell, not that I've seen one in person."

"Maglor, we've gone swimming together often. You've seen my dick."

"Not when it's hard and your knot is full and throbbing. It's not as noticeable when you're soft."

"You're just trying to get me to take off my clothes to show you my cock."

"I could show you mine instead. You'd have to touch me though to be sure, I won't accept a glance from across the room as proof that I'm already doomed to life as an alpha. You could look at my hole as well, see if I'm starting to get slick." Maglor reached one hand between them to begin unlacing the tunic, brushing against Maehdros's hands as he did so.

"Keep your clothes on! You can look at my knot and see if it resembles yours, but you may not touch."

"Thank you!" Maglor kissed Maedhros on the cheek, a quick familial press of the lips an no more. Then he stood back and looked expectantly.

Maedhros stood as well, feeling self-conscious, but unfastened his pants. Really, he thought it's the best way to dissuade Maglor. To show him that his body is that of a normal alpha, and quickly before he has any more foolish ideas - or worse, acts on them.

Maglor knelt down in front of Maedhros.

"I said-"

"I know, I'm not going to touch you! But I can't see the base well standing up, I need to be closer."

"You ought to get more sleep if you can't see what's five feet in front of your," Maedhros grumbled, but he held still.

Maglor turned his head to one side and the other. He leaned down to view Maedhros's knot from below, then stretched up to see the tip, bracing himself with one hand on his brother's hip. Maedhros stood stock still, not daring to move a muscle.

"Thank you for letting me look," Maglor said, still so close his breath hit Maedhros's cock as a warm wind.

"So now you've seen an alpha's knot, and we can be done."

"Yes, I've seen your knot and it's highly impressive. I don't have one though."

"What? But you're an alpha!"

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm an omega all along, and I'm supposed to take a knot rather than have my own."

"Maybe it just hasn't expanded yet, wait a week or two and I'm sure you'll have a nice girthy knot."

"I suppose," Maglor sighed, and his lips nearly brushed Maedhros's shaft. "It seems such a waste though, if I get one and don't want it, meanwhile you have a gorgeous cock and don't do anything with it."

"I'm sure I'll find someone to marry someday," Maedhros responded a bit nonsensically.

"Perhaps. But that's a long time away, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Can I please suck you? Even if I'm an alpha, I want to know every part of you."

"You've just spent several minutes staring at my dick, you won't learning anything more by touching it."

"Maybe not with my hands, but I am a singer. My mouth and tongue are how I shape my craft, can I not practice my art with you?"

"Why are you so insistent?"

"Like I said, I want you. And If I'm really an alpha, this might be the last time in a while you're comfortable letting me this close."

"I'll always let you hug me, Maglor."

"Sure, but it will take effort. Can't I do this for you just once?"

Maedhros sighed. "How Can I say no to you? Once, and then we never speak of it again."

"I promise, I won't mention it if you don't," Maglor said. He leaned forward and licked the tip of Maedhros's cock.

#omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha bitching #maemags #not archived yet #I leave it up for interpretation how much Maglor is lying about his own body

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

#this isnt bg3 specific btw im seeing a lot of fandoms rotting cause of this #ao3 #archive of our own #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #PLEASE YOU GUYS INTERACT WITH THE THINGS YOU READ #you’re not being weird or annoying!!! it doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!! #you can just say ‘I love this’ or ‘it’s three am and I haven’t slept yet cause I was reading this’ #you can copy and paste a paragraph you like and add ‘!!!!!!’ after it #theories in the comments! mention when you think you’ve found foreshadowing!!! #if there’s a part where you have to physically put your phone down and smile off into the distantce? TELL THE AUTHOR #you can leave comments every chapter too!!! ITS NOT ANNOYING

[softinvasions]

Eurydice to Orpheus • Nov. 2023

eurydice’s silence is resounding. you can put anything in that emptiness. —@finelythreadedsky

#p #composition #< so funny to call this ''''''poetry'''''' that i ''''''composed'''''' #this is either my biggest hit yet or my biggest miss ever #what love rendered me in verse? #the box of language desires form but not restraint #archive

[ao3-crack]

(x)

#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #morally dissapointed yet impressed

[deathapartment]

nightmare blunt rotation in the windows 95

#has this been done yet #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonah magnus #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #txt

[cupcaketaker]

Burying your gays is old news. In 2024 we're computerizing your gays

#the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #me posting #i dont usually post this much BUT MY FRIENDS ARENT ONLINE FOR ME TO SCREAM AT YET

[sop-soap]

TMA begins with a lure, but TMAGP begins with a warning.

#that's fucking me up a little ngl #the anglerfish and the red canary statements.... im losing it #the anglerfish is a trap. the moment jon reads that first statement he's caught in something he can't yet comprehend #the red canary is the opposite. its death is a warning to sam - stay aboveground. don't dig too deep. it's a canary in a coal mine #and yet it has the effect of dragging him under regardless #tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol

[mintytea-exe]

"kill them with kindness" no, actually

#mag 80 #tma spoilers #I do not know if this joke has been made yet and it's not very original so I apologise if it has #the magnus archives #tma #elias bouchard #jurgen leitner #tma shitpost #jonah magnus #2k notes

[ashes-in-a-jar]

In honor of tmagp's digitized spooks I present you with Fear!Clippy

#didnt know what to do with the web and spiral but i think i came up with a good compromise #tma #tmagp #the magnus archives #tma entities #clippy #i hope no one has done this yet #1k

[tildexart]

The Archivist’s Office 👁️🕸️📼

#the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #jonathan sims #tildexart #digital art #procreate #production design #finally putting my production design degree to use #/j I haven’t taken any prod classes yet #am getting that degree tho!

[duskerus]

⚠️TMA S4-5 SPOILERS ⚠️

One way or another. Together.

#artists on tumblr #fanart #digital art #the magnus archives #jonmartin #the magnus archive fanart #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #this comic is one year old this week #and i have not stopped thinking about them yet #magnus archives spoilers #btw #shakes you. jonmartin will forever be proof of loves existance #anyway i hope you enjoy this has been collecting dust in my ipad

[fuckingfinwions]

Your mind is fucking awesome. You've completely convinced me of Sam-Dean Maemags. What's the end point, in your opinion? Do they ever come together (in Arda, after the twins leave, post reimbodiment, etc) Hell, even Maedhros dying and leaving Maglor to live life alone like Sam had to live after Dean's death is a near match in theme. I am a romantic at heart and I like to imagine that somewhere thousands of years down the line they share their own little reimbodied corner of the universe just like Sam and Dean share a heaven. Maybe it's a fortress, or a cabin in the woods, or maybe just a little camp in a plentiful forest where they won't be bothered (or noticed, if they sleep in the same bed roll...)

The boring answer is that they never actually commit that final sin/devotion with each other before Maedhros dies, and once Reborn they're no longer trapped together alone. They almost never speak of "how things were in the end", and do their best to ignore how much they need each other. They try to build separate lives as separate people.

But like I said, that's boring.

I think they fuck at least once in the late first age, with a flimsy excuse, probably due to one of their injured pride.

Maglor does a bad job hiding in the woods one time and Maedhros hears someone moving nearby. Maedhros tells him to come out and face me, would you really sneak attack someone who's jerking it? Maglor walks into the clearing so that Maedhros will no it's just him, not an orc or a bandit, and will stop yelling and giving their position away to actual threats. Maedhros says "Maglor!" in surprise, and comes.

After that, the boundary is broken. The other of them might as well stay and keep watch while his brother masturbates. (At minimum Maedhros should get to see Maglor's O-face once, so the intimacy between them stays even with neither having an imbalance over the other (that's a huge lie.) But also it's maybe practical.) The one who's keeping watch has to keep his stare moving, alert for any danger. And when Maglor is masturbating he gazes at Maedhros, so he'll know in an instant if Maedhros goes on alert. Not because he likes looking at his brother while stroking his cock, of course. But they both notice - and say nothing about - that they come faster than when their brother was off in the woods giving them "privacy".

I like the idea of them reembodied in a little cabin together. Somewhere far up in the mountains where no one else goes. Maedhros goes into Tirion for Fingon's centennial birthday parties, and Maglor goes to the every twenty years greatest concert in Aman, and the both visit Nerdanel once a decade. Other than that they keep to themselves. Their family knows that each of them is off living alone in the wilderness, but not that they're doing it together.

They don't get many visitors, but even when they do it's not hard to hide that they're living together. Maedhros will claim to be just visiting, or perhaps Maglor will spot the visitor before they spot him and vanish into the trees for the entire visit. The house has one bed, a few clothes that are short on Maedhros and long on Maglor, a rocking chair and an armchair that perhaps are just fir the inhabitant's different moods. There isn't anything as obvious as only two bowls or plates, they packed up a full set or ceramic dishes and half of it broke when hiking in. So there are three mugs and five plates and two bowls, and you gave no idea how many people live there. The weapons in the closet might reveal that someone is here who favors the longsword, or the bassoon in the corner reveals a musician. But even Curufin, when he visits, just believes that Maedhros visits Maglor more often than he does. After all, the cabin is so tiny, two people could never get away from each other there for even a moment, no one could possibly share that space without going insane.

Fic rec: Strange Currencies by jouissant is about Maedhros being reborn in Valinor, after he and Maglor married each other mostly by accident when wandering dying Beleriand. And elves can see in each other's eyes when someone is married, so Maedhros is trying to avoid anyone else putting two and two together that the brothers were both unmarried when last people saw them, and then wandered off together. It's very good and very similar vibes to this.

#not archived yet #supernatural maemags #cabin layout is studio apartment but more so #the outhouse is separate and that's it #the bed is against one wall next to the fireplace which has cozy chairs in front and hooks for hanging a stew pot or roasting something #the bathtub is immediately to one side when you enter the front door and the dining table is to the other #there's a wardrobe for clothes and a giant sea chest full of weapons and everything else hangs from the rafters

[vezhenart]

the sillies :3

#my art #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #tma fanart #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #gerard keay #my little pony #mlp #I don’t know what to tell you #the voices #this au actually has some complex lore #but I’m not insane enough yet to release The Horses

[mishzar]

in another life

#i couldn’t help myself I’m so sorry #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #i haven’t even watched eeaao yet but i saw this scene and immediately thought of them #mag 200 #jon sims #tma jon #tma martin #tma fanart #mira don’t look

[reegis]

🪱💖you look lonely….💖🪱

#yet another post based on a tiktok audio that probly isnt as good with out it 😔 #tma #the magnus archives #jane prentiss #martin blackwood #jane tma #martin tma #trypophobia #body horror #mild gore #so happy to be able to draw again n finally finish this im inflicting it on all of u #my art