May 16
oh the texture and taste of you
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oh the texture and taste of you
Headcanon (+ mini fic, oops) that Melkor and Mairon proposed to each other on the same day, at the same time, without either of them knowing the other was going to do it too.
Both of them made the rings. Both of them made arrangements to go somewhere special with the other (read: top of a volcano), secretly snickering because oh, he's going to be so surprised. Both of them spent the days and weeks before stressing, wondering if the other would even say yes at all, worrying that they would slip and lose the ring, internally panicking because what if they mess something up and ruin everything they've done to build this relationship in the first place? What if they're going too far? Too soon? What if he doesn't even LIKE volcanoes or gold or what if the ring is the wrong size or what if--
And then both of them show up. And then both of them say they have a question for the other, going back and forth about who should ask first. (Because really, neither of them want to ask first. Neither of them want to take this risk without knowing that they have the other's support. Without hearing the other's voice secretly encourage them first).
And then they finally settle on Mairon asking first, because Melkor insists that he can wait. Besides, whatever Mairon has to say must be more pressing, right? (Or maybe Melkor's fear won out. Maybe Melkor feels that it'll be easier to hear Mairon say no after they've broken the ice).
But Mairon doesn't ask him about strategies or Utumno's floor plan. Mairon doesn't ask him what he thinks on this new chemical he found. He asks him to marry him. Mairon. Who Melkor was planning on asking the exact same question to. Asks him to marry him.
Melkor is somewhere in between ecstatic and frozen in time, and all he can think to do is squeak out a "yes" and pull out the ring he had made, with his own hands, for Mairon. Mairon sees it and starts laughing, then Melkor starts laughing, then Melkor is laughing and crying and Mairon is holding him so very close. Close enough to feel his breath, certainly. His heartbeat, too. His Fëa, as they slip their rings onto each other's fingers and find themselves unable to let go once they're intertwined.
Neither can look back on that day without laughing, because how could they not? It was a hilarious story to tell at their wedding, and may or may not have sparked some local traditions and epic retellings from the orcs. But that was also the day both of them realized just how in sync they were, nearly incapable of playing through their own themes without calling back to the other's own.
AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
1c and 3a for angbang? (3c is so cute tho too… 3c for turleg?)
1c for now! i havent had time to draw the other 2 yet, so i will be posting them in a separate post <3
Pastel!Mairon ponders his feeling for Melkor.
Wolf husband is for cuddles
An old tapestry in Númenor
I have an awful headache, so here are some angbang headcanons. (they might make sense lol)
Even though he’s not the type to admit such things, Mairon adores cuddling with Melkor. He loves the way he clings to him, blurts out stupid shit in his sleep, and completely relaxes whenever Mairon’s near. That, and the fact that being able to cuddle the most powerful of the Valar like he’s just some big kitty cat, probably feeds Mairon’s ego like nothing else can.
Mairon is extremely endothermic, while Melkor is rather exothermic. Mairon is basically like his own furnace, and is pretty comfortable in whatever temperature you stick him in, because he can regulate his own temperature like nobody's business. Melkor, however, is like a lizard. He needs something warm next to him, and usually warm clothes, to be comfortable in the winter. (Melkor would sun himself on a rock, is what I'm saying). The throne rooms in both Angband and Utumno both have indoor heating for this reason.
Actually, on the topic of indoor heating: It was Melkor's idea to heat the throne room in Utumno with lava, but, of course, Mairon was the one who designed it fully. Melkor initially wanted open lava streams, but those turned out to be a bit of a hazard to orcs and Melkor's capes alike. Instead, Mairon put a mathy, sophisticated pattern of lava channels under the floor, and Melkor added a lever that channels the lava to the surface. Sadly, this, too, was a hazard to Melkor's capes.
They like designing stuff together. And evil cackling. It's their version of a date night.
You know the thing that cats do when they like you? That little head-boop-and-rub? This?
Yeah. They do that. A lot. Usually in private, when they don't have to worry about being too sappy in front of troops, but that's a common occurrence. Especially as a quick, wordless gesture of affection from Mairon, who doesn't have to worry about completely bowling his partner over.
Melkor: Mairon?
Mairon, sleepily: Hmm?
Melkor: You love me, right?
Mairon:
Mairon: Melkor
Mairon: You're wearing the wedding ring I forged for you