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As you know I ship Mairon with almost anything that (in this case: still) breathes.
This exists because聽@cilil聽and I talk. ;)
Calling the Witch-King聽witch聽is another wink to聽@lvsifer 's聽glorious fic聽Night Moth.
The description of Kham没l as pretty is entirely the fault of this聽incredible piece of art聽which won't leave my mind.
Summary: Nine Kings of Men worship their lord.
Warnings: sexual content (not very explicit), it's an orgy?!
Not beta'd!
Tagging @a-world-of-whimsy-5 as promised.
Reverence
Nine mouths to kiss.
They kneel before him one by one, lips find his ring.
Mairon kisses each of them. They taste of fear and want and warmth.
The one he's kissed and held before; the witch.
The pretty Easterling.
Nine rings to bind. He feels them all.
He is an eternal sun and they are meagre crows. They feast on poisoned seeds, scattered across fields scorched by his blaze.
Reverence thickens the air.
He lays himself bare before them.
Why would he not.
They descend upon Mairon like vultures.
May they find aliment in him.
Their mouths are everywhere, their hands are too.
Mairon鈥檚 fingers all adorned in gold clutch raven robes,聽hard, he wraps his arm around another, warm tongues and lips on his and teeth.
His legs fall open. Mairon聽moans.
They're on his skin, inside him and around him.
The pretty one, the boy from Rh没n, has draped himself all over him. Mairon holds him close and smells his hair, his mortal flesh ephemeral. He will not need it, soon.
When it is over, Mairon鈥檚 smile is generous. He walks away bearing their marks of lust, of worship. Shame he bears not. He walks with pride.
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Summary:
He remembers the labour and pain of creating a body. Of giving birth to himself when the world was new.
Mairon and Thuringwethil visit Melkor in Angband, a good time ensues. Mairon thinks back on his creation.
Yes, I went there and let them have a threesome.
Hey, for once (almost) everyone is having a great time, which nearly never happens in my fics.
How did they end up like that, you ask? I have no idea. I'm taking suggestions.
Not beta'd!
Warnings: explicit, child death, mild gore, they're their own warning
#mairon#sauron#melkor#thuringwethil#angbang#mairon x thuringwethil#my writing#m writes#silmarillion#the silmarillion#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fanfic#tolkien fanfiction#tolkien fanfic#ficlet#not beta'd
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Summary: Mairon binds the Witch-King of Angmar to him with the little aid of a song.
I wrote this little thing to honor聽@lvsifer 's聽wonderful fic聽Night Moth, which gives me life.
This can be read as an accompanying piece.
A conversation with my dear聽@cilil 聽about the power of Ainurin magic through song inspired what I did with this drabble. 馃枻
I hope you all appreciate that I wrote this at the office and that I'm posting it from my work computer lol.
Candles flicker and make the walls dance. Sat on the floor they face each other, the Maia holds the witch鈥檚 hands in his. The king looks calm. He is twisting one of Mairon鈥檚 rings.
Sing for me, the king had demanded.聽Share your chants with me.聽And Mairon does. He sings in an old tongue the Witch-King does not know, a song of shaping ore and shaping hearts and taking root.
He sings of forging, tempting, lust and lies. Of breaking and remaking things.
The Witch-King flinches, as if struck.
What will it do?
Mairon smiles.
You will know soon.
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Summary: Mairon mourns his old self and an old love after the Fall of N煤menor.
Another little drabble, another exploration of the endless possibilities of Ainurin disembodiment and new bodies, which is such a creepy topic with tons of potential to me.
Warnings: death, dead body, grief
Not beta'd.
He would cradle himself, his beautiful body, and he wishes to do so solely to touch a thing that His touch had graced. Would he be able to let go ere rot takes hold of his flesh? Mairon does not know.
He cannot even build himself a grave.聽
He would thank himself and gently lay him to rest, for the world he had walked and bloomed and burned in is no more without Him.
Mairon imagines kissing his forehead and closing his own dead eyes with hands His never held.
A golden tear falls and mingles with Mordor鈥檚 black ashes.
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Summary: The king of N煤menor聽wants聽Mairon in his temple.
For my beloved聽@cilil, who has been a huge enabler.
Bringing you another smutty piece for these two. It's not a nice one, as always.
The line聽A sacrifice but for no god.聽is聽@lvsifer 's聽and this fic is almost entirely based on one of our many conversations. 馃枻 I love you!
Not beta'd!
Warnings: explicit, extremely dubious consent (bordering on non-con), misuse of temples and altars
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After the fall of N煤menor Mairon is left with little more than, well, thoughts.
Also available here on Tumblr (hidden by Tumblr as always).
#mairon#sauron#akallabeth#the silmarillion#silmarillion#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fanfic#my writing#m writes#tolkien#tolkien fanfic
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Posted another one, also available here on Tumblr.
3rd age Sauron haunts the woods.
#the silmarillion#silmarillion#tolkien#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fanfic#tolkien fanfiction#mairon#sauron#my writing#m writes#i still like this one a lot#not beta'd
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For once Mairon finds himself in a situation where he is not in full control as he resides in N煤menor as Ar-Pharaz么n's prisoner, advisor and, well, plaything.
I posted my first work on AO3 lol.
Also available here on Tumblr but (as always) that post has been hidden in the tags etc.
#the silmarillion#silmarillion#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fanfic#mairon#sauron#ar-pharaz么n#tolkien fanfiction#not beta'd#my writing#m writes
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Summary: Ar-Pharaz么n pays Mairon a聽sweet聽visit.
Gracing you with yet another quick ficlet (don't worry, longer one shots are in the making) because I found myself in a sudden mood for some PWP for these two (ah, one of my favourite rarepairs).
@lvsifer聽contributed the mirror idea.
Tagged as Non-Con just to be sure.
This is not a happy one (is it ever?). Not beta'd!
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Summary: In Menegroth, at the end of all things, Celegorm reminisces.
Finished this while I'm coughing my lungs out. Another short ficlet to keep the juices flowing (quite literally).
Not beta'd!
Warnings: major character death, blood and injury, LOTS of blood, sexual content, sibling inc*st
Post got hidden immediately after I published it last time, so let's try again.
Blood is most familiar to Celegorm. Essence of life while flowing hidden beneath skin and fat. When gushing freely a herald of death. Blood has always been his constant companion. Like a lover he embraces it.
He looks down at his hands and they are covered in it and they are shaking. And Celegorm recalls.
Then, there had been blood drawn by lust. His brother鈥檚 lip bitten in raw passion, warm coppery fluid coating Celegorm鈥檚 tongue. The depravity of frenzied coupling, too rough, too hasty, and ensuing drops of red.
First, there had been blood drawn by lust聽and聽by death. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of following the Valar贸ma鈥檚 call in a world young and wide and full of promises.聽
The smell of iron and a life taken.
Now, all that is left is blood drawn by death. Celegorm had been able to catch a glimpse of Curufin, his brother鈥檚 twitching hand clawing at nothing, fingers raking through a crimson pool languidly widening across the floor, eyes empty. His beautiful, cunning brother.
Celegorm looks down at his hands again, drenched in red. So much red. He is not sure, cannot remember whose it is. Are his hands stained with his brother鈥檚 blood? The enemy鈥檚? For enemies they are, claiming the Silmaril. They must be.
Celegorm鈥檚 vision blurs. Warm liquid is soaking his shirt and more is coming and he clutches the fabric over his abdomen. The blood on his hands is his own.
#celegorm#curufin#celegorm x curufin#tyelcurvo#second kinslaying#ficlet#the silmarillion#silmarillion#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fanfic#tolkien fanfiction#my writing#m writes#cw death#cw blood
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Summary: Ar-Pharaz么n stumbles upon a new type of ritual being performed in the Temple of Melkor.
Not beta'd since it's a rather quick thing I whipped out during a train ride and breakfast and which I originally planned to be even shorter.
Thanks to聽@cilil聽for confirming there's def some sex cult rituals happening in the Temple of Melkor lol
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Summary:
The Maia is captive, prisoner and priest, is advisor and treasured companion, slaughterer, murderer. Whore.
Mairon has drenched the people of N煤menor in blood and sent the smoke of its burning bodies to the skies. For Him, for Him, he tells himself.
And for Mairon craves violence.
He is hated here by some, admired by many and feared by all.
All but one. A fact Mairon can only attribute to exorbitant hubris.
Warnings: (Very) Dubious Consent, (Explicit) Sexual Content
Ar-Pharaz么n likes to call Mairon names.
For @lvsifer 馃枻
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