I forgot how long ago I made this

Sauron:

The field is lost

Everything is lost

The black one has fallen from the sky and the towers in ruins lie

The enemy is within, everywhere

And with him the light, soon they will be here

Go now, my lord, while there is time

Morgoth:

And you know them too

I release thee, go

My servant you'll be for all time

Sauron:

As you command

My king

Morgoth:

I had a part in everything

Twice I destroyed the light and twice I failed

| left ruin behind me when I returned

But I also carried ruin with me

She, the mistress of her own lust

Andre Olbrich / Hans Juergen Kuersch

How about Mairon complaining and demanding that Melkor stay with him longer because if anyone deserves a king's time it's Mairon, not all of the other people Mairon views as inferior to himself?

Mairon wants to monopolize Melkor's time and also make sure the rest of the fortress knows he has as much of a say on when they get to see their king as the king does.

I agree with the post, I love imagining Mairon as someone who, despite loving order and coordination, isn't immune to indulging in laziness and domestic pleasures with his husband-king. After all, he didn't leave Aule just to become a miserable workaholic who is constantly busy and never has a free moment to spend with the love of his life.

You get me like no one else, bro. That Pharazon ship is already really hard for me to stomach, and when it keeps getting shoved in my face again and again in the angbang tag, I genuinely start to feel like I'm turning into its biggest hater.

No, your PWP fic where neither character is even named Melkor does not belong there!!!!! I don’t care that you also ship angbang or that you imagine it as "in the past" or whatever. Just use the additional tags instead, not the main one dammitttttt.

I hate that these people make me sound like a bitter, angry asshole, because they’re the ones being assholes, but no one seems to care, and people would rather encourage them to keep doing it by giving them what they want - sharing and supporting what they post.

I'll start:

Preface: We know Maiar and Valar don’t need to do anything a mortal body does, such as eat and sleep, and the more they do those things the more tied to their physical body they become.

Mairon is too hectic to ever sleep. He’s got things to organise. Plans to formulate. People to torture. Melkor’s armies to look after. If he stayed still he might actually combust.

Melkor, on the other hand, has been spending so much of his fëa in his works, placing so much of his soul into the world that he is exhausted all the time, and increasingly so. Despite this, sleep does not come easily for he is pained by old scars and tormented by nightmares.

Mairon notices the dark circles under Melkor’s eyes, the slump of his shoulders as he walks and the shuffled gait where once he strode magnificently. His dark lord has become less of a mountain and more of a landslide. He creeps into his master’s bedchamber and sees the restless fluttering of Melkor’s eyelids, the crease between his eyebrows and the shallow breathing through grimaced mouth.

He doesn’t even think twice, it’s instinctual. Mairon climbs into bed and wraps his arm around Melkor, stroking the long dark waves of his inky hair with his other hand whilst pressing his chest tight against his master’s back until the swell and recede of their rib cages match. He feels Melkor relax before he dares peek over and sees the brow is smooth, the eyelids still, the mouth gently open.