#punk mairon

[junk-whunk-punk]

jeez i wanted to try a new challenge like "head tilt makes ur look different" but eeeegh i just drew Mai again👹 okaii👹

[daily-smol-silm]

Day #199 - Yet ANOTHER bug

This is pushing it for this blog, I think. Scary bug.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

More lessons

Pairing: Modern/Punk AU! Mairon/Langon/Melkor  

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Kissing | Fingering | Oral sex | Nipple play | Threesome |Sub Langon

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: The lesson from that afternoon is far from over when Mairon returns to the apartment and Melkor tells him what went on.

A/n: This was inspired by this amazing fic by @cilil and this amazing piece by @junk-whunk-punk-artist

Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consime

Langon was about to receive more lessons when Mairon returned home.

He went into his bedroom first to wash and change, and then he went in search of Melkor. They talked for quite a while in the room Melkor had converted into a little studio. Langon, having made himself comfortable on the living room sofa, couldn’t hear what they were saying; their voices were too low, and the walls of the house were thick. Whatever it was, it clearly concerned him and what happened with Melkor that same afternoon, because when Mairon walked in and joined him, he had the biggest grin plastered all over his face.

“So!” he began. “Mel tells me the two of you found a very interesting way to spend the afternoon. Such a pity I missed it.”

Langon’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink before he looked away. “He just showed me how a certain thing was done, that’s all.”

Mairon’s grin grew even bigger. “Did he now?”

He stepped to the side when Melkor finally joined them, dressed in his favorite black t-shirt and plaid trousers. It made for a stunning contrast between Melkor with his dark hair and darker clothes and Mairon with his white shirt, jeans, and blonde hair. Every time Langon dared to steal a glance at them, his heart fluttered a little.

“Mel," Mairon continued, "what the fuck did I actually miss?”

“I already told you,” Melkor returned, his grin as big as Mairon’s. He leaned against the doorpost and crossed his arms over his chest, studying Langon keenly. Memories of their afternoon together left him tingling all over. “Langon over here wanted to learn a thing or two about the prostate and how it worked, so to speak.”

“So you did.” A wicked gleam sparked to life in Mairon’s golden eyes when he looked at Melkor. “Shame you only stopped with just that one act.”

“I know.”

Langon blushed furiously and turned to face them both. Shame you only stopped with just that one act, Mairon had said. I know, Melkor had said. And the way they looked at each other… it was as if they had cooked up a plan between themselves, and he suspected that he was going to play a part in it.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he remarked, rising. The room felt uncomfortably stuffy. Or perhaps it was just him, trying hard not to show the effect the other men had on him. “But I think it’s best if I left.”

“Do you really want to leave?” Melkor came over and sat down on the sofa. He stretched out his long legs and sighed. “Or do you want more of what happened this afternoon?”

Ah, did he truly want to leave? Langon didn’t know. On the one hand, what happened in the afternoon was more than anything he had ever experienced. It reminded him of how little he really knew and how much he wanted to learn more. On the other hand, the idea of two experienced partners having their way with him instead of just one felt more than a little overwhelming.

“I… I don’t know,” he answered in fits and starts. “I mean, what happened this afternoon was amazing and all, and… and... "

“Aww, just look at him. He’s so nervous,” Mairon observed, though not unkindly. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Mel and I will take care of it all.”

Langon hesitated, unable to frame a proper answer. Mairon walked over and stood behind him, breathing in the faint hint of rose oil lingering in his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed wistfully.

Mel was right. Even his hair smells amazing.  

“Was he good to you?” He whispered in Langon’s ear, making goosebumps prickle all over him.

Langon swallowed and nodded. “He was very good to me.”

“Good,” Mairon acknowledged. “But it would be even better with the both of us. Would you like that, precious?”

Langon shivered when he heard himself being called that. And Mairon said it so tenderly, as if it were for his hearing alone.

“I…” He began, then hesitated. Melkor patted his knee, encouraging him to say yes. He remembered what they did—all of what they did—and flushed from head to toe. Finally, the craving to experience more outweighed any sense of hesitation he may have had. He came to a decision and said, “Yes.”

Mairon took his hand and spun him around to kiss him. His kisses were sweeter and more patient than Melkor’s had been, and they left him more than a little dizzy. Langon clutched desperately at his t-shirt while he was being walked backward, and then he gasped when he was pushed down onto Melkor’s lap. A strong pair of arms went around him and pulled him closer, even as Mairon walked out of the living room.

“Keep him entertained,” he called out. “I’ll be back soon enough.”

“Close your eyes, precious,” Melkor urged, his deep voice already hoarse. He pushed thick, white hair to one side and peppered Langon’s neck with little bites and kisses like he did that afternoon, the stubble along his chin and jaw scratching against his skin as he did so. And when his hands snuck under Langon’s shirt to stroke his nipples until they stiffened and ached, Langon groaned wantonly and dropped his head against Melkor’s shoulder. He gripped his knee for more support and hooking his other arm around his neck, all while listening to him whisper the things they were going to do to him during the course of the night.

He didn’t notice Mairon entering the living room; he was so caught up with what Melkor was doing to him. Pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again rose and tore through him in turns, taking him to a place he had never been before. For Langon, it would have been enough, had his eyes not flown open when Mairon fussed with the lacings of his shoes.

“Relax, precious.” Mairon, already on his knees, removed one shoe and then the other before taking off his socks. “You’ll like this, I promise.”

I’m sure I will. Langon didn’t trust himself to speak, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself. He slumped against Melkor’s broad chest and closed his eyes while Mairon went to work removing his jeans and parting his legs until he was straddling Melkor’s lap. The cold air against his naked skin was a shock to the system, and the lube Mairon pushed inside him proved to be even more so. He jolted, his hips rocking instinctively, when Mairon easily slid a finger inside of him and began to thrust. Langon let out a transported whine when the first jolt electrified him.

“F-fuck!” He gasped, when Mairon dipped his head and sank his mouth down his cock. Melkor laughed softly when he arched his back repeatedly. Langon was so close to the edge already. He could feel it in the way he was breathing, all deep and ragged, like he was about to forget himself and let himself go.

“We’ll have to teach this one how to hold on longer,” he growled, nipping Langon’s cheek. “Would you like that, precious?”

“Y-yes,” Langon breathed, writhing against him when Mairon curled his finger and pressed it against that hidden spot inside of him, making him see stars behind his eyes while he did so. “P-please.”

Melkor was right about him needing to last longer. For this night, he knew he couldn’t. The heat of Mairon’s mouth and tongue, combined with his finger moving inside of him and Melkor toying with his nipples, proved too much for him. He shuddered as his climax ripped through him, and he moaned deeply even as Mairon pulled back quickly and left him to spill all over his belly. 

"Perfect," Mairon crooned and drew away, rising. Langon hissed, feeling strangely empty. He would have whined had Melkor not tightened his arms around him again. 

"Patience, precious," he commanded with quiet authority. "Tonight is far from over. Now how about we get you cleaned up and then head over to my bedroom?"

[mairon-goth-minion]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-don’t ask for money, I can’t donate, money asks will be deleted-

-not a goth irl the username is misleading muahaha-

-just to put it out there I don’t actually identify as a baguette-

Name: Evan (Baguette)

Pronouns: vibin’ with he/him (baguette/baguettes/baguettesel)

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi or pan

Blog for when I hit post limit or whatever: @mairon-goth-minion2

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband in crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

Btw I’m a spam-liker XD

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previous events:

[junk-whunk-punk]

OOOOWOOWOWOWOWO MY KID🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗

"I'LL NEVER GO BACK HOME"........ HELP it's HIMMMM

TUMBLR YOU COWARD YOU'VE BROKEN TAGS JUST NOT TO LET ME SEE THIS PRECIOUS?? CURSE YOU

LOOK AT THIS HOW PERFECT IT IS😭😭 I still can't believe people can get any character's vibe and aesthetic just by seeing pics with them🥹 I'm surrounded with genius angels🤌

PEOPLE!! SEE THIS!!!!! SEND KUDOS TO THIS YOUNG LADY!!!!!! AND BE DELIGHTED!!!!!!!!!!!

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐢, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧

@junk-whunk-punk 💋 you've probably already seen this, but let it be here

[marchwardenofmordor]

Ngl. I think Melkor’s a twat but in some regards I can deeply empathise.

One being that I absolutely DESPISE conformity. As a kid one of the first things my nursery school teachers complained to my father about was “He will not conform” (to which my dad was an absolute boss and said “he’s 4. I don’t want him to conform.”)

There is nothing I hate more than when an organisation (*cough*christianity*cough*) puts out a fucking order and people just follow it blindly, or have to keep up with the latest trends, or looks at what everyone else is doing/wearing/liking/siding with/thinking before deciding to just follow along with no creativity or input of their own whatsoever; like I’m not even being funny, it actually fills me with rage and makes me want to put people in a jar and shake it until they develop a sense of free will / the ability to cultivate their own ideas / learn how to think for themselves.

When I go out and see groups of people with the same haircut, wearing the SAME OUTFIT, and everyone looks THE SAME— if I had a fëa it would literally be writhing around and shrieking inside of me.

I can also empathise with his frustration at not being granted creative freedom - hence why I am self employed. I HATE being told what to do or how to think and (autistic) I have an extremely strong sense of autonomy. Give me a brief and I’ll create you something beautiful, but by the fucking gods do NOT try to tell me how to work my own craft. Tight restraints / trying to force me to create things I do not want to create are a sure fire way to piss me off. I refuse to be contained.

And to see someone like Mairon with BUCKETS of talent being tied down and restricted by an authority figure would 100% make me go “hey baby come here, it’s free real estate; lets go nuts and create wacky shit and directly oppose what society tries to force upon us”. I love rebels and punks, and one of my favourite aspects of a person is creativity combined with a good strong rebellious streak. If you’re a bit of a wild child chances are I’ll absolutely adore you. And if it’s hiding inside of you under layers of anxiety, I will make it my personal mission to empower you.

Grip life by the wheel and fuck what everyone else thinks; put your foot to the floor and leave them in the dust. You wanna mod your bod? Wanna wear crazy outfits and dress like a fairy? Wanna be a genderless amorphous gay presence that haunts the library? Wanna drink brandy, smoke cigars and not wear any knickers? Fucking- *smacking fists on the table* - GO FOR IT. 👹👹👹👹👹

But then on the other hand. I like order and routine. All of my shit is organised and everything has its place and I tend to get very upset if someone comes along and moves it. I use it as an anchor for my chaos. I hyperfixate, and woe betide anyone who tries to pull me away from a task I haven’t finished (not my proudest moment, but as a VERY young child if I was focused on a task, I’d sit there and piss myself and finish my task before listening to the needs of my body. Nowadays I hold it or put off eating / sleeping until the task is finished. Like let’s be for real: if my own bodily functions can’t pull me away from a task, another person hasn’t got a hope in hell.). When I am doing something, I am doing something.

Also envy of other people’s creativity is totally natural. It’s natural for creatives to be jealous of one another.

What makes me different from Melkor is that I wouldn’t let that envy lead me into destroying someone else’s work. Because I know the hard graft that goes into it. When protesters vandalise art it provokes the same level of rage in me as watching the Church rope more people into their ideologies.

And Melkor destroying the creative works of the other Valar is the main thing that made me go “wow, what a dick”. I was all for him and was internally just like “fuck yeah get it king, REFUSE CONTAINMENT!!” up until that point.

I completely understand frustrated curiosity.

[junk-whunk-punk]

Are you planning to add Talion and/or his child to your au? Or are they two different obsessions(I love when you tell me about both of them)? If you added Talion to the au, who would he be (And I know who you would always be, my baby💋💋)?

HIIIIIIII SMOL MAGGOT HEWOOOOOW HEIII HAAAIIYYYAYYYY💕💕💕💕 THANQUUUUUUUU FOR DEE AASSSSKKKK‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

rah first of all pfft look at her tiny hoomon crumb calling ME a baby lmawo🫵🫵

aight MAIN THING NOW yeppp Shadow games and punk AU are two different obsessions, in my head they exist separately, but @kay1mi managed to fuxking come up with modern AU Talion + ur ask made me think hard☝ so...... let's fuCKING GOOOO (modern Dirhael is my obsession now ngl)

(we must NEVER show newbies to Mai dudes tes fatal for them)

WELP now how about....... true punk dark Talion😏🤭🤭🤭

look at thiS MANNNNNNN

[junk-whunk-punk]

yes your melkor faceclaim is nikki sixx

OHHHH MYYYY GOD i'm going to open it to the full screen to thoroughly kiss every inch every centimeter every millimeter of these picture mmm it would be nice if it was possible to kiss them in reality (nothing personal but maaaan🫦)… but i can only kiss pictures… and the screen with your account page open…

i forbid you to condemn me for my desire to draw them

@angbangweek day 4 - au. 

ofc i had to go w my 80s rockstar au. i have a lot of thoughts on this, some of them r gonna be in a longer fic im writing, some of them are purely au and don’t fit. but maybe in some oneshots or smth.

[cilil]

❅ Prompt: Lazy Day ~ modern/punk AU Melkor x Langon ❅ Synopsis: Langon receives a "hands on lesson" on what the prostate does. ❅ Warnings: Smut (some fingering) ❅ Short oneshot ❅ AO3

» AN: Inspired by this art that popped up on my dash today and written with @junk-whunk-punk-artist's blessing. It was supposed to be a spontaneous surprise that @melkors-big-tits might have spoiled a little, but that's alright :P hope y'all enjoy!

It was supposed to be a lazy day, just hanging out and blasting the shittiest metal music they could find to piss off Melkor's annoying brother. And things had been going fine, great even, until the conversation shifted to naughtier topics and Langon asked what he now realised might have been a dumb question. 

Melkor shifted on the couch, turning to face him, one leg crossed over the other. His elbow rested on the back pillow. "You don't know how the prostate works? Seriously?" 

Embarrassed, Langon increased the speed with which he chewed on his bubblegum. 

"I mean, I guess it's a sex thing or whatever, heard Mai talk about it once or twice when he's fucking Tyelpë, but you know..." 

He didn't feel like voicing it, but both he and Melkor were already well aware that, between the two of them, Mairon was usually the one bringing people home. 

"You're missing out," Melkor said.

Langon merely shrugged in response. As far as he was concerned, there was little he could do about it – but the devious glint in the taller man's dark eyes told him that he had other ideas. 

Melkor moved closer to sit directly beside him, their thighs brushing against one another, his arm already snaking around his shoulders. "Do you wanna find out?" 

His deep voice was devilishly, devastatingly alluring, and Langon blushed. He was not so naive as to not realise where this was going, and excitement made his skin prickle. Melkor was rowdy, cool, handsome and unfairly sexy, turning heads even when people despised and ridiculed him, and he was not immune to his charms. 

"U-umm... yeah?" Langon replied sheepishly and was pulled onto his lap without further delay. 

Melkor held out his hand. "You better spit that out first," he said, nodding towards his restlessly chewing jaw. 

Obediently, Langon spat his bubblegum onto his palm and watched him discard it carelessly before bringing his hand back to his mouth. 

"And now spit again. On my fingers." 

"Why?" 

Melkor grinned down at him. "Assuming you're as clueless as you're acting right now, you're gonna need it. Spit, pants down, pull your legs up. Got it?" 

"Y-yeah." 

"Good." 

Langon did as he had been told. His mind had not yet fully grasped that he was about to – partially – undress in front of one of the sexiest punks around, get fingers shoved up his ass and finally find out about one of the many naughty things Mairon got up to all the time. It was as exciting as it was nerve-wracking, but fortunately for him, Melkor seemed to know what he was doing. 

Now exposed and awkwardly balancing on the other man's lap, Langon felt his cheeks flushing bright red when his shirt was pulled up in tandem with a spit-slicked finger dipping between his shivering legs. 

"Relax, pretty boy. It'll feel a bit weird at first, but very good once I show you what your prostate does," Melkor laughed, his voice low and quiet, and leaned down to kiss Langon's cheek. The dark stubble on his chin and jaw brushed against soft skin, eliciting a small gasp. 

Langon wrapped one arm around his neck to steady himself while Melkor took his time massaging his rim and playing with his nipple before pushing inside. His breath quickened and his free hand grasped the nearest thing to hold on to when he was breached, landing on his friend's still-clothed knee. 

"Easy. Almost there," Melkor whispered in his ear, and Langon exhaled, willing his muscles to relax. It wasn't like he had never done anything of this sort before, but the sensation was strange and intense, his body wanting to tense up and push against it until – 

Melkor crooked his finger, causing it to press against a hidden spot inside him, and Langon threw his head back with a moan loud enough to alert the entire house. 

"F-fuck-!" 

It felt good, so good in fact that he began to move his hips to get more of it. Thankfully, Melkor was happy to oblige and pushed his finger in and out of him, rubbing against his rim and his prostate with skillful precision. He took advantage of Langon's exposed neck to pepper it with small bites and kisses and continued to leisurely explore the sensitive areas of his upper body with his free hand. 

Torture and bliss. Langon felt like he was having an epiphany, not just in regards to the euphoric pleasure flooding and drowning his mind, but now he also understood what all the songs and tales were about. He hadn't believed it could feel this good – and he had been so very wrong. 

When he inevitably came all over his shirt, cursing under his breath, Melkor carefully withdrew his hand and pressed one last gentle kiss to his heaving throat. 

"Think you got it now? Or do you need me to explain more?" 

"'m good," was all that Langon managed, closing his eyes to ground himself. "So very good..."

Thanks for reading! @junk-whunk-punk-artist I scrolled your blog a bit and hope I managed to capture the vibe somewhat heh X)

taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @melkors-big-tits @melkors-defense-attorney @singleteapot @wandererindreams

[mairon-goth-minion2]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-please don’t ask for money, I can’t donate-

Name: Evan Baguette

Pronouns: I don’t really care I’m fine with whatever (slightly leaning towards he/him but idgaf)

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Fav ships: (oh dear I’m 99% sure I’ll forget one and be disgusted with myself) Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk, Barty x Evan, Remus x Sirius, James x Regulus, Glorfindel x Ecthelion, Túrin x Beleg, Bilbo x Thorin, Mairon x Melkor, Katara x Zuko, (oh no my mind went blank I can’t remember anymore)

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband is crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Punk! Melkor's hobby is DIY steampunk furniture. His favourite is a steampunk chest of drawers that he keeps in the living room. 

[dalliansss]

People you'd like to know better!

Tagged by @curufinswife thank u

1. Three ships

Maedhros/Finrod; Mairon/Finrod; Finwë/Elwë

2. First ship

For the Silm? Melkor/Maedhros. For LOTR, AraLas.

3. Last song

The Girls - Blackpink

4. Last movie

The Pope's Exorcist

5. Currently reading

Return of the King

6. Currently watching

OPLA

7. Last thing I wrote

and treachery takes root, part 8 of Blood in the Mouth

Tagging: @antares0606 @sallysavestheday @fistfuloflightning @junk-whunk-punk-artist @endeavoringdaydreamer @searchingforserendipity25 + you ehehehe

[sauron-kraut]

Tagged by the lovely @elevenelvenswords and @crackinthecup - Thank you both! 🖤

Tag Nine (or more) People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Red, gold, black, anything rust-coloured, yellow

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Salty, sour (MY BELOVED PICKLES), nutmeg, cumin

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: 80s; Synth-Pop, Soviet Synth Pop, Darkwave, Minimal Wave, Neue Deutsche Welle, Italo Disco (MY BELOVED), Euro Disco, Post-Punk, 90s Eurodance (No. 1 guilty pleasure), EBM, New Beat, Techno, (Nordic) Folk, J-Rock

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): LOTR, POTC (the first one), Donnie Darko, The Village, IWTV 1994, Only Lovers Left Alive and probably many many more that I'm forgetting rn

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: The Sandman 🖤, IWTV, Sense8 (URGH)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Whisper by Lindy-Fay Hella & Dei Farne - highly recommended

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Blue Eye Samurai

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Saltburn - an amazing watch

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Still re-reading the Silm :)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: The occasional True Crime YouTube documentaries

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Currently still on my two recent WIP, one featuring 3rd age Sauron being weird with one of his Uruks in Mordor (I managed to make myself a bit uncomfortable with that one in a good way if that makes sense lol) and one about Mairon and Thuringwethil ending up feeling somewhat lost and lonely in Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

I believe literally everyone in my bubble here has already been tagged (unless I've missed something), so: anyone who would like to give it a go, pls feel free! :)

[junk-whunk-punk]

MAI DRESSED LIKE A NORMIE!!!!! CAN'T BE SANE!!!!!! CAN'T BE REAL!!!!!!!

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Sunshine

Pairings: Thuringwethil/Arien

Themes: Soft

AU: Punk AU

Warnings: Some coarse language, but that's about it.

Word count: 700+words

Summary: After rehearsals Thuringwethil spends a quiet moment with Arien.

A/n 1: This was inspired by the white dress art by @junk-whunk-punk

A/n 2: Punk AU Arien HCs will be up the same time tomorrow

Minors DNI

“That’s a night, folks.” Mairon stepped away from the mic and rolled his head from side to side, stretching the muscles in his neck. It had been a long night, and he was worn out from the incessant rehearsing, just like the others. Nevertheless, he made peace with such exhaustion. The concert was but two days away, and they couldn't afford any mistakes. “Get yourselves something to eat in the dressing room, and then we’ll all head back to the hotel.”

“Fucking finally,” Thuringwethil said. She sighed, relieved that rehearsals were over for the night, but she smiled, removed her guitar, and gave it to an assistant passing by to take. "Will you look at all of that," she said at length. "In two days, we’ll be lucky if we can see the walls right at the back." 

Mairon turned to look at the wide open field ahead of him and the high, distant walls illuminated by bright white stadium lights. The arena could easily hold thirty thousand people, they were told. It was something neither he nor anyone in the band, for that matter, could have comprehended the first time they got together to play. Once, they considered themselves fortunate if they could convince even fifty to come to watch them play. Now, they were performing in sold-out arenas packed with screaming fans. Their dreams of greater fame and glory were finally coming true.

“Fuck me,” Mairon said, overawed. Then he looked at Thuringwethil and said, “Let’s go. We're all tired and hungry, and Arien is probably bored to tears by having to wait for us." 

“Arien isn’t bored to tears,” Thuringwethil said. She rolled her eyes. “She brought a book with her to read.”

Mairon opened his mouth to tease, but then he thought not to. Thuringwethil would have plenty to say if he uttered a joke at her or Arien's expense, and none of it would be kind. And, he admitted to himself, he didn't wish to ruin what had been a successful night by making his lead guitarist angry.

“Go on,” he said instead. “We’ll catch up.”

The well-lit inner corridors of the arena seemed to go on forever in Thuringwethil’s eyes. And yet she didn't mind them. After the concert, she could commit this arena and its many corridors to memory, where they rightfully belonged. 

It didn't take too long for her to reach the private dressing room set aside for them. This was also an immense change from the dark and musty little rooms they had to be content with when they first began to play. As soon as she entered, a little reception room greeted her. This was where they would meet eager fans, sign autographs, and take pictures. A low sofa of rich brown leather stretched from one corner of the wall to the other, and a glass coffee table stood in the center. To her right stood a vending machine filled with snacks and sweets, and to her left was the door leading to another room. Thuringwethil didn’t waste another moment. She crossed over to the door and opened it.

“There you are, sunshine,” she said, peering into the room.

Arien looked up from her book and smiled. “All finished for the night?”

“Yes, finally,” Thuringwethil said, walking to the fridge. "How’s the book?" she added after pulling out a can of beer and popping it open. "Is it any good?"

Arien marked where she stopped reading with a bookmark and said, “Quite riveting, actually. I’m glad my dad found this in that bookstore he walked into.”

Thuringwethil looked at her. Arien may have worn a simple white dress along with her favorite pair of earrings, but nothing could hide what Mairon once called the Air of Old Money in her. Graceful and well-groomed she would always be, whether she wore a ball gown or a sweater and ripped jeans.

“What the hell sent you here to me?” She murmured with affection. Arien could have had anyone she desired, yet she chose Thuringwethil, paying little heed to the many objections that came her way.

Arien set her book down beside her. She kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her body. Presently, she said, “I don’t know. But for myself, I will not question my luck. Are you?”

“No way am I doing it, sunshine.” Thuringwethil drained her beer and tossed the can into the little bin by the fridge. She went to the sofa to rest her head on Arien's lap. “Read some of that book to me,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing softly when Arien brushed her hand over her hair. “We can eat when the others get here.”

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