#Arien fang

[mitsuko-saito]

Arien's adventure journal Fanfic (coming soon)

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - The Origins (still writing)

[cilil]

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Melkor x Mairon 𓄌 Synopsis: Melkor decides to join the hunt to search for fire spirits. Mairon's hunt is cut short when the Dark Vala finds him. 𓄌 Warnings: Ultimately consensual, but I'll issue a slight dub-con warning to be safe. Also rough sex and some fighting 𓄌 Oneshot (~2.1k words) | AO3

That little game of Oromë's was entertaining, he had to admit. 

Melkor had been informed by his spies that another Feast of Horns was about to take place and had decided to join the Hunt as well, looking for his favourite prey: Fire spirits. Two in particular that had caught his eye, to be exact. 

He hadn't attended the other festivities, of course, being at war with his brethren and not welcome in their realm as it was, but to sneak past any and all who might hinder him to secretly mingle with the Hunters as they dispersed in the fields and forests around Almaren had been laughably easy; on a night like this, vigilance was low. 

Now all Melkor had to do was locate his prey and claim his catch, ideally far away from prying eyes where he would be undisturbed and any cries for help would not be heard. Discarding his raiment for the time being, he concealed his presence and began his search. 

Arien was the one he found first. She was running through the fields of Arda, laughing and carefree, hand in hand with Ilmarë. Eönwë and Tilion were in hot pursuit, and Melkor glared at them from the shadows. Too many others around. He would not have her today, that much was clear, and the thought angered him. Having to yield his prey to lesser Ainur, how utterly irritating. 

Mairon better be alone tonight. Melkor's impatience would not allow another unsuccessful hunt. He had no intention to settle for something other than what he wanted. 

His anger quickly disappeared once Arien and her companions were out of sight and he caught Mairon's trace. The other Maia indeed appeared to be hunting by himself at the moment, as he was wont to do; he preferred working alone and having the fruits of his labour to himself, driven by his ambition to surpass his kin. 

Melkor found him sneaking around in the deeper parts of a nearby forest, golden eyes gleaming in the twilight as he searched for something, most likely a good vantage point or the trace of whoever he had deemed worthy of his attention. A pair of artful spiral horns adorned his head, revealing that he was indeed one of the Hunters for this feast, but that meant little to the Vala pursuing him. He was going to have him regardless. 

Mairon froze when Melkor stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself, wearing the shape of a tall and beautiful lord. His hair, blacker than a starless night, nearly reached his waist and a matching pair of horns grew on his head like a crown of darkness. He smiled at him, showing off deadly sharp fangs. 

"Well met, little one," Melkor greeted, his voice low and resembling the purr of a huge cat. "I have come to claim my catch." 

"Your catch?" Mairon let out a small, arrogant laugh and shook his head. 

The way his flame-like hair moved around his bare shoulders only heightened Melkor's excitement and prompted him to come closer. 

"Yes. Mine." 

"I am a Hunter, as you can see. Find someone else." 

Melkor regarded him quietly for a while, torn between irritation and amusement. 

"You think I would care for the rules of Oromë's silly game, but you are mistaken," he said eventually. "For I am the greatest hunter this world has ever seen, and all that is therein is my prey if I wish it." 

Mairon merely scoffed at him, though something akin to intrigue flashed within the golden depths of his eyes. "Still you have not claimed me, so you have not earned a favour from me." 

"Then I shall." 

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Melkor was on top of him before he could even attempt to flee. Letting out a vicious snarl, Mairon bared his teeth and began clawing at every inch of skin he could reach. His nails, turning into deadly claws as his rage flared and burned hot within him, drew no blood even as he fought the Vala with all of his strength. 

Yet no matter how much he struggled, how hard he kicked, how much pain he attempted to cause, Melkor held him down with ease. 

"Feisty," was all he said, and Mairon gave an indignant hiss. Seeing red, he attempted to bite the Vala's neck, only to be met with cold, nigh impervious flesh, reminding him of marble and diamonds — deceptive in the way it yielded like flesh should, yet refused to be broken.

"Are you satisfied now, little flame?" 

The question caught him off-guard, allowing Melkor to pin him to the ground with a satisfied smirk. 

"What do you mean?! Unhand me!" 

"But this is what you asked for, no? You wanted me to properly stake my claim, and I believe I have shown you my strength just now and successfully subdued you." 

Dazed, Mairon let go and looked up at Melkor. As outrageous as this capture was, there was a certain truth to his words. Brief as their struggle had been, it had undeniably gone in the Vala's favour — unsurprising though it was. Even so, the way he could so easily withstand anything a powerful Maia could do against him, within the constraints of Oromë's rules at least, was impressive. 

Melkor grinned down at him. "Well? Are you not going to call for help?" 

"I would be surprised if you didn't anticipate that possibility and made sure to catch me all the way out here to avoid it," Mairon remarked dryly. Perhaps he should be afraid, angry or disgusted, but he couldn't help feeling some sort of begrudging respect. 

"Of course," Melkor admitted, utterly nonchalant as if it was a normal thing to do. 

At least he isn't attempting to lie about it, for what it's worth. 

"I could still try," Mairon said. 

"You could." 

They stared at each for a moment. 

"Well? Would you stop me?" he challenged. 

"It depends. Could it perhaps be that you would not be doing yourself a favour if you tried?" Melkor bent down to nuzzle his hair. 

"You think I might be amenable to your advances?" Mairon hissed, but made no move to bite him again. 

"No prey you could have caught on your own would be the greatest of the Valar." 

"You would be correct, but my other prey also wouldn't have dared to hunt me." 

"You would claim that you don't enjoy being hunted?" Melkor brought his full weight down on top of him to press their fánar together. "What if it is merely a matter of pride because you don't allow yourself to be hunted by lesser spirits?" 

"You would know all about pride, wouldn't you?"

"Naturally." His fangs gleamed in the twilight. "And I also know to make this worth your time, little flame." 

"Do you now?" Mairon hated that his righteous anger was slowly but surely replaced with intrigue and curiosity. 

It was true; he thought himself greater than most of his peers and would never submit to them. To be made to submit by a greater power, however, was new and strangely exciting, even if his pride was wounded. 

He licked his lips. The Feast of Horns was the time to indulge, and nobody had to know. 

"Very well then. You may have your favour, even though your catch was rather clumsy." 

Melkor laughed, then captured his lips in a greedy kiss. It was nothing like the tender caresses Mairon had seen his lord and lady or other Maiar exchange, it was teeth and tongue and violence, and he bit the Vala's bottom lip in retaliation for his shameless claiming of him. Again soft skin yielded to the force of his bite, but didn't break; the taste of Valarin blood continued to elude him. 

"Fiery creature," Melkor purred, drawing back to admire his prey. Despite his best efforts, Mairon was unmistakably flustered panting heavily and pouting at him, cheeks flushed. 

He felt angry. Aroused. Alive. Defying the Dark One's withering grasp, his flames burning bright inside him. And Mairon saw these strange sensations mirrored within Melkor's eyes, cold like splinters of ice yet glittering like frost in the light of Illuin and Ormal, aglow with a fey light set within Void-like darkness. 

It was as unsettling as it was exciting to do this to a Vala. 

Mairon bared his teeth, showing fangs of his own; a challenge that wouldn't remain unanswered. 

With just one large, clawed hand, Melkor flipped him around as if he weighed nothing. Mairon found himself lying on his stomach, arms and legs spread wide, vines slithering out of the ground to restrain him. What little he wore was torn to shreds within seconds, and he was left exposed to his enemy — enemy turned lover. 

Even so, he wasn't going to make it that easy. 

Mairon fought against his restraints, struggling, biting, setting them on fire, only to make no progress. Hearing Melkor laugh at him once again enraged him. 

"You would force me to endure such treatment?" he hissed over his shoulder. 

"Easy there, little flame. You will enjoy this." 

Before Mairon could ask how the Vala had the audacity to make such assumptions — ignoring the way his arousal spiked with every futile attempt at escaping — he felt two hands taking hold of his ass and a tongue pressing against his entrance. A strangled moan made its way past his lips when Melkor proceeded to lick and kiss him with such vigour that he feared he would be devoured if his muscles relaxed just a bit; a prospect so tempting that he did, inviting him in. 

Nobody had ever touched him like this. Nobody had such strength and passion alike. 

Mairon rested his head on the ground and let himself be eaten out, even pushing his hips demandingly in Melkor's direction as far as he was able. 

"Naughty," he heard his voice again, this time through ósanwë. 

When that wonderful tongue was withdrawn, Mairon protested with small, impatient whine, though said no more; he knew what would be next, and after Melkor's efforts he was convinced that this illicit coupling, too, would bring him pleasure unlike any he had previously known. 

The first thing he felt was pain. Had his fána not been restrained and cleft in two by a Vala's cock, he would have responded with a snarky comment, but all he could do was gasp and groan and frantically adjust to its size. 

"You must not be used to this," Melkor whispered in his ear, now coming to rest on top of his helpless lover to cover his fána with his own. "But I prefer it that way. I want you to feel me and remember it well." 

"Do not... think for a second that I will be yours... after one night," Mairon hissed through gritted teeth. 

"You will want no other." 

Melkor accentuated his words with one well-aimed thrust, and suddenly pleasure bled into the pain. Now that his fána slowly grew accustomed to the Vala, the only thing Mairon could think about was how nicely his cock filled him, how it rubbed and pushed against his sensitive spots with every movement, how it caressed his rim as if it had been made for that purpose. The intensity of it all made it feel divine, so much more than anything he had experienced in his existence. 

Mairon relished every moment of it. Every thrust, every small noise Melkor made, every inch of skin against skin, every time hands dug into his flesh with fierce possessiveness. Perhaps he would indeed want no other after this, as he doubted that any other Ainu would fuck him like this. Without his arrogance, without his pride, he was well and truly stripped bare of all bravado and reduced to his base instincts, to a being filled with hidden desires, lust and a secret craving to be made to serve another, one greater and more powerful. 

He loved that he had made a Vala chase and catch him. He loved that Melkor showed him how much he wanted him. He loved that he was taken in a manner worthy of one who called himself a hunter of hunters. 

And he loved that, in the end, his flesh and his voice were what made a Vala come undone. 

Melkor held his hips in a bruising grip as he came, seeking to leave his mark with jealous determination. He didn't know if there were any others, and Mairon felt no obligation to tell him; perhaps he could retain the Vala's admiration and attention if he kept him on edge. 

"Mine," Melkor growled in his ear. 

Whether or not it was intended as a threat or a warning, all Mairon heard was a promise. 

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Sky Shinies, V2

For @aspecardaweek Day 3: Across the A-spectrum, I decided to redraw the second piece of Tolkien fanart I ever posted, two years ago for this very event! Check back in 2025 to see if I keep up the pattern.

Since Ainur are basically angels I've decided they're all pretty much ace (with varying degrees of interest- Melian) and arospec if only because they don't conceptualize relationships in the same way we do, and the majority of elves are demi/grayspec.

Arien: Sapphic oriented aroace, recipromantic

Earendil: Bi demi-rose

Tilion: Achillean oriented aroace, lithoromantic, aroflux

[id. A full-body pencil drawing of Arien, Earendil, and Tilion. Arien is inspired by a lion, with digitigrade legs, paw pads, and claws. She has a crown of horns and fire burning on her head, limbs, and the tip of her tail. Tilion has bat ears and feet with a leaf-shaped nose, horns curling around his ears and another set twisting upwards, and dark blotches on his skin. Their arms are linked as they shoot finger guns. Earendil stands in front of them, head barely reaching their elbows as he waves with one hand and holds a telescope in the other. He's black, with braids pulled back in a ponytail and a small beard. The silmaril shines from a circlet on his forehead, and he wears Ancalagon's skin as an armored vest and skirting. end id.]

Rambles, comparison, and closeups under the cut!

[id. Three closeups on Arien, Earendil, and Tilion's faces respectively to show details. Arien has freckles and her eyes appear to be glowing behind her sunglasses, Earendil has eyebags, faint laugh lines, and scars, as well as individually lined scales on his vest, and Tilion has fangs, earrings. and diamond-shaped pupils with black sclerae. end id.]

[id: a comparison of the full drawing above to the original, which ends around Earendil's knees but otherwise has near-identical composition. Arien looks significantly more human, Tilion is missing his horns, and Earendil is white with a less structured outfit. end id.]

I was mostly going off of memory redrawing this, which is why their poses are slightly different but honestly I prefer this even if it isn't strictly accurate. Winner for biggest design overhaul is a tie between Arien and Earendil, because excluding Tilion's horns (which I would have originally included if I had remembered Tilion literally means "horned one") he's hardly changed, though tragically I took away some of his jewelry for practicality.

Past!Earendil's unintentional Michael Jackson nose haunts me, though I do kinda miss his stupid wave hair. I'm much happier with his dragonscale vest thingy now (though I realized too late that Ancalagon's scales would be much larger, oh well), I've had time to think through the various elven cultural aesthetics and I'm very pleased with his multi-combo of cultures that still gives him the vibes I wanted. Stupid pointy-toed noldorin boots are so hard to draw right but I love them so much

Arien has also been overhauled but given that they change how humanoid their fana looks depending on if they're hanging around incarnates or not the original is still technically close to that form? Horn crown and significantly more fire has been added in homage to her balrog siblings alongside everything else, but like Tilion her outfit change is minimal and the vibes stay the same.

Unrelated but a funny side note: as I have become increasingly aware of Pokemon Knowledge, I have realized that Solgaleo and Lunala unintentionally map really really well onto my Arien and Tilion. Yes this is because lion/day/sun | bat/night/moon symbolism is obvious, but I'm leaning into it. Earendil works shockingly well as Ultra Necrozma, too.

[roselyn-writing]

Hello Everyone! Good evening!. It's been a long time since I sketched something. And I also wanted to draw new faces instead of the usual OCs I had sketched usually. So I sketched of Selviya and 2 other OCs who are not mine but belongs to @saito-mitsuko. I love space groove event so much! And i hope they return it. But its an April fools event… so.. but still i love it! Hope you like it!

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[absolutepokemontrash]

ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

[mairatyaron]

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💡- A memory that comeswith an object or keepsake they have

His writing room was silent, save for the ambient sounds ofAngband which filtered in under the heavy wooden door and the quiet scratchingof his own quill across parchment as he wrote. The last battle had been a successin every possible meaning of the word, yes, but after the celebrations therewas still a decent amount of work to be done. At what rate and from whatlineages should the new orcs be bred to replace those who had fallen, how manyreplacement weapons needed immediate forging, how should the loot be bestdivided and used, what should be done with which captives… In all honesty, itwas such simple (if somewhat tedious) work that he could have probablydelegated it to one of the other umaiar. But if another was to do it insteadthat meant risking errors which would then take time and double the effort toundo, so clearly it wasn’t even worth considering so long as Mairon had thetime to do it himself.

So simple was the work he was undertaking that he remainedaware enough of his surroundings to sense the approach of Melkor’s resonance. Swiftlyhe dusted a pinch of sand over the still-wet ink before him and stood, roundinghis desk so it would not separate the two of them. He fell naturally into anelegant bow as the door creaked open, only straightening again once he was biddenwith a gesture.

“Why am I not surprised to see you still diligently working away,little flame,” the prideful baritone of the vala’s voice warmly reverberated throughthe Mairon’s being.  

“I am loathe to leave a task unfinished, Master, no matterhow inconsequential. I am almost finished.” With a cheeky grin and a teasinglilt that he alone could get away with while addressing Melkor he added, “Unfortunately,no matter how glorious the victory they all come with their fair share of mind-numbingpaperwork.” The low chuckle he was rewarded with made his heart fluttergiddily. In two long strides Melkor approached the maia, one of his blackenedhands coming to gently cup one the side of his face, tilting Mairon’s face upso he could meet his gaze as he towered over him. Looking into Melkor’s eyeswas a dizzying experience. He was just so vast,it was akin to teetering on the edge of an abyss, constantly threatening toconsume you if you lost your balance for an even an instant.    

It was intoxicating.

“I made you something, Mairon.” Melkor murmured, “Youdeserve something special after your effort. It is nothing compared to all you havegiven for me, I know, but I hope you like it regardless.”

His other hand lifted from his side, dangling a tangle ofgold from his fingers. It was an earring, designed for two piercings. Itattached to the lobe first and then again up at the helix with two strands of finechain links between them. There was a small ruby set up at the helix as well astwo more hanging from where it would hang from the lobe.

“Do you remember the gold that was braided through thatelfling of a king’s hair…?” the vala let the sentence hang in the air and lazilyallowed the piece to pendulate below his hand. The rubies pleasingly reflected thefirelight from the candelabra illuminating the writing desk as well as Mairon’sdelighted grin. “Master… it’s beautiful,”he breathed, reverently lifting his hand to touch it. The construction of thething was stunning in itself, but the shadow of Melkor’s power left entwined withinfrom his shaping made it truly incandescent.

At the smallest increase of pressure against his face Maironobediently turned his head to the side. The vala’s hand lightly trailed upwardsand pushed the golden-red hair that had been hanging loose neatly behind themaia’s pointed ear. The gemstone studs already decorating the appendage were easilyremoved and a few moments later the new earring was secured in place.

Mairon playfully tossed his head with a broad, fanged grin.The delicate chain links tinkled quietly at the movement. “It’s perfect. thank you, Master,” the maiabreathed with a giddy bow of his head. Not a moment later the vala’s hand wasback at his face and gently tilting his chin upwards to face him. “It is but asmall token of my gratitude for your labours, little flame. Now, finish thetask that I interrupted and then return to your chambers and rest. What is leftcan afford to wait a few hours more. You’ve earned the respite.”

At the maia’s murmured words of agreement Melkor gave hischeek one final caress before turning and stepping out of the room. Maironremained standing where he had been left for a few moments, idly running hisfingers along his new adornment with an enraptured smile. Without noticing hebegan to hum quietly, the swell of emotion within him was momentarily overwhelming,his euphoria slipping out of him in Song before he could stop it. It lastedonly a moment before the maia remembered himself and instantly fell silent.There were too many people in the rooms and halls only a wall away from theroom he was in, he’d sooner swallow the letter opener on his desk than bare hisëala so intimately before any other of Melkor’s subjects.

After momentarily chastising himself for his loss ofcomposure Mairon returned to his work. The content smile on his face remainedin place until after he had finished and returned to his rooms as he wasbidden, only gradually falling as his face relaxed in sleep.  

Across the sea several Ages later Mairon gazed at theearring in his hand. It was not the original, no, that had been lost when Erudrowned Númenor. Its loss still made his core ache dully. He’d managed to keepa hold of it throughout the chaos at the end of the war and through his laboursin the succeeding millennia, the distant chime of Melkor within comforting him in his solitude. His Master was trappedbeyond his reach but at least he had managed to hold on to one tiny, inconsequentialecho of him.

And then Ilúvatar had drowned them all, and his last mementohad been consumed by the crushing waves along with his fana.

In a moment of weakness, he’d petitioned his wardens to beallowed to forge this imitation. He hadn’t told them the true reason for hissudden request, instead framing it as an expression of his inborn desire to create that all maia made for Aulëshared. Bitterly he endured the humiliation and spikes of shameful fear at thegag he was obliged to wear so he would not be able to Sing his own designs intothe metal. Even under heavy supervision they did not trust him not to try andcreate something nefarious if he had the opportunity. Blessedly it was a simplething to make. While the fineness of the fixtures and chain links would have provena challenge for a mortal smith a being like Mairon could breeze through theirconstruction blindfolded if they had to. Before too long he was unbound and ledback to his small home with the still-cooling earring clutched tightly in hishand.  

Physically it wasa perfect copy of the one Melkor had made for him, even down to the singleaccidental pinprick-sized imperfection on the back of the lower fastening. Beyond that however it was just… wrong. Soulless.Just a cold, dead piece of metal. Devoid of not only his Master’s cadence buthis own as well now he had been banned from using it. It was just so wrong.

…Trying to recreate this thing was a mistake. How could hehave thought for an instant it wouldhave been possible to make something closeto what he had lost?

Mairon swallowed heavily around the sudden wave of griefthat rolled over him and ripped his eyes away from the gold hanging from hisfingers. Not able to stand looking at it anymore he swiftly tossed it down theback of his nightstand’s drawer. Kicking off his shoes he climbed into his bedand curled up under the thick woollen covers to ward away the encroaching chillin the air as Arien pulled the sun below the horizon.

The heavy fabric of the quilts pressed against his mouthswallowed the sounds of his quiet humming.

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common flowers names + french forenames BUT excluding "ç"

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It would be THE most self indulgent twaddle yet,...

DO IT

LOL 

I’m not sure if this is just a ringing endorsement of ‘Follow your ID Candy! Write Self-Indulgences!” of if someone really wants to read about Findis debating with her platonic soulmate about how many characters to have in this band -three isn’t enough but twelve is too many; do we go with nine or down to five?

And that it starts with commissioned to do another popular valiant knights and their bonded steeds (last time it was horses), but wanting to do something different, thinking about Eärendil’s hallowed Vingilot and the vessels of the sun and moon which Arien and Tilion pilot - let’s do flying mechanical vessels but we’ll make them animal shaped and imbued with the holy light and spirit as if they were Maiar, and at first they go with Eagles but a stray comment about how their Vanyarin audience loves eagles almost as much as lions, and Heledir starts laughing about flying lions and demands that Findis make them lions. Or that Aunt Ravennë and Grandma Mahtamë are huge fans, especially of ‘Shiro’, and Ravennë ships him with the princess like she was the head of the Shallura fan club. (’They can’t look too much like orcs. ..Let’s just color them purple. And small fangs.’) Ban is appalled that the pet cat belongs to one of the bad guys.

[roselyn-writing]

Mitsuko- *yelling while running towers Aliya* ALIYAAAAA!!!!

*jumps and hugs her*

Mitsuko- I MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!!

Arien- hey!! I want a hug too!!

Aliyaa Smiles warmly as she hugged Mitsuko back. She gently rubs her back as well. Mitsuko Humms Happily to that.

Arien looks at them both, Feeling a bit left out. “Hey! I want a hug too!” He yells

Aliyaa heard him, she chuckles softly then magically pulling him towards her. As she hugged him too

[roselyn-writing]

A letter from Arien

“Hey there Selviya, it’s Arien. Yeah, the greatest, the powerful and the most beautiful sorcerer. So, I wanted to give this gift to Mitsuko, it’s a present for her. We are not dating because Raiden don’t allow it, I cannot visit EarthRealm because of my master’s crimes.

The present’s a clock, but it’s not a common clock. It's our new way of communication at a distance between worlds. And Raiden will not find out, especially Fujin.

I hope she likes this gift, I found it when I was exploring NetherRealm’s castle.

Assigned: Arien Fang”

Selviya read Arien message, oh poor Arien.. i will definitely help him!

She used her Crystal Silvernium To opens a portal to Arien place and she did, And her was hanging in an Outworld Café luckily for Selviya because she did not want to run into Shang tsung or Shao kahn or any of his lackeys.

“Hey Arien! How are you today!” Selviya Greets Arien, he smiles at her then replied

“I’m great Selviy! And you!” He replied, taking something of his bag

“I’m fine! I came here to answer your message and it is something about a present? Right!” She guessed, he nodded

“Yes! It is a clock! Not just an ordinary clock! I found it while exploring NetherRealm castle!” He Whispered to her

“Arien! You cannot just take anything from that horrible place! It is dangerous!” Selviya blurted, shocked of Arien bravery.

“Yeah and that… but Mitsuko would love it!” He replied

“Fine! But anything happens i will blame it on you!” She Reminded, agreeing to Do it

“Blame it on me! I do not mind!, anyway I would do this myself but if it weren’t for That Darn Raiden and Fujin..” he muttered annoyed

“Alright give it to me!” Selviya Uttered, Agreeing to this

“Thank you Selviya! You are the best!” Arien Thanked her

“You’re welcome!” She replied as she took the “present” that Arien handed her.

“Be careful with that ‘kay!” He warned.

“Kay!” She nodded.

Selviya left the place to Find Mitsuko to give her this thing, she doesn’t seem Comfortable while carrying it.

She Activates her Crystal Silvernium to Teleport her to Mitsuko place and it did.

“Mitsuko!” She calls, Getting everyone attention

“Hey Selviya! I was about to call you!” Mitusko replied, smiling to her

“Y-yeah.. can i have a moment with you.. alone!” She Whispered to Mitsuko

“Yeah sure!” Mitusko Agreed

After getting out to a calmer place where they can talk freely

“What’s this about Selviya?” Mitsuko asked, Putting both of her hands on the Balcony

“It’s .. about Arien!” She exclaimed, to Mitsuko shock, she handed her something enveloped into a Pink papers with hearts

“He says it is a present for you..” Selviya replied, Nervous a bit

“R-really? How sweet of him?! Tell him that i thank him!” Mitsuko muttered, happily

“Yeah! Anyway i’m going to tell him that you thank him! See ya!” Selviya told her.

“Wait! Before you go! I want you to give this letter to Arien please!” Mitsuko responded

“Okay! Handed it to me!” Selviya Agreed

“Here!” Mitsuko handed her the letter.

Selviya sighs

“I should work probably as a mail runner between these to worlds.” Selviya joked to herself.

Then goes to give the letter to Arien…