malkaleh

[malkaleh]

(Secret Project Thing is kind of for @nocompromise-noregrets 👀👀👀)

[malkaleh]

The year is 2187. Humans have landed on Mars for the first time. The landing party see a strange structure in the distance and decide to investigate. At first, they see a strange angular symbol that seems vaguely familiar, but they just can't put their finger on it. One looks and sees writing next to it, and they begin to sound it out.

"Chabad?"

[malkaleh]

[malkaleh]

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

One of Zigûrs loyal young adherents gets a show. In more ways than one. [A Gold Cages Verse Fic (or Sauron is in love with Celebrimbor, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Finrod and makes it everyones problem)]

Content Warning: rape, sex slavery, sacrifice references, some pretty gross attitudes, general fucked upness.

Taglist: @themalhambird @plotdesigner @kenobiwaned @nocompromise-noregrets @self-destructinganimal @seagull-energy @damnyoubishop @slightnettles

(also this is dedicated to @conundrumoftime specifically for the galadriel/celeborn/sauron and apologies if you weren’t wanting to be on the taglist and I tagged you/vice versa I am going off memory but if you do want to be on let me know!)

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

For Zigûr never allows any to see his precious treasures so - they are not displayed in that way but here, here he is - and not so still perfection - not unfeeling at all. But only with them. The envy burns in her with the desire.

Do you recall the first time, the jewel smith says, that we did this.

Yes. She hears Zigûr say it, flame and shadow and sulphur and it’s beautiful and she’s so wet she can hardly stop herself from moving, from moving her fingers between her legs. I remember, my jewel - the way you melted into me.

Put your hands on the wall, he says and the elf is glorious - muscles and velvet and that mass of curls, Zigûr is flame flickering upon marble wrapped around him, lips upon his neck - what would it be like, she thinks, to be pressed between them - the elf was a smith, she remembers and he must be skilled, even with maimed hands. And Zigûr, to feel what the elf smith is - to be the focus of such devotion.

She watches and it takes her breath away - the lovely chains that ornament the jewel smiths hands, the way Zigûr is tender here in a way he has never been seen to be otherwise - that pretty mouth of the smith when he kneels, lovely noises and such eagerness to please - the moment that Zigûr enters him - he makes it so reverent, no sordid thing even though they are almost almost in public and it makes Aglaril gasp.

———————————-

Aglaril does not mean to come back - but she does - drinking her wine in peace and watching the others as Zigûr and his golden haired lady walk in - Zigûr has a fond smile.

“I called you a galloping horse love - liable to run wild and heedless if not held in the right hands.”

Her reply is too low for Aglaril to hear but it seems to please Zigûr for he laughs - tucks a strand of hair behind the elfs beautiful ear, lifts her up onto a bench and kneels before her in one graceful motion

“Get on with it” the lady snarls with impatience but Zigûr only smiles fondly, teasingly. Patience, my queen he says, mouth against her inner thigh - he’s been teasing her with gentle touches and kisses and it drives Aglaril wild - the elf is beautiful beyond the measure of envy - her black silk dress and golden hair and here, here as Zigûr kneels before her - reverent and loving and worshipful all over again.

He takes his time with her - teasing and stopping and fingers and tongue and their bodies fit into each other so very well - Aglaril wonders what they would look like in daylight - if the elf womans hair would shine in the same way, if Zigûr might be as bold.

She makes herself wait until after they have left to come but thinking about it, thinking about how the elf woman would feel - she would taste of gold, Aglaril thinks. Gold, gifts and sun fire.

———————————-

The next time Aglaril is at one of these parties she makes a deliberate choice when she sees the silver haired elf reach for Zigûr - she does not understand the look upon silver hairs face for a moment but she understands well enough the way Zigûr moulds himself to him - the way he holds him as a precious beloved.

Oh my sweet silver prince - I’m going to make you feel perfect, my own love - you’ll forget anything else - look at us, Zigûr says - they stand in front of a mirror here, the silver haired elf and the golden Zigûr - such perfection as Aglaril has never seen in all the glorious of Numenor she has seen with Zigûr and his consorts. The silver elf only turns and says - show me - there is something in his tone, something underneath she cannot place but Zigûr only looks at his love in delight.

———————————-

Her friends, Aglaril thinks are so vapidly silly sometimes - not that she doesn’t think that they shouldn’t be - they are all young, all rulers of their destinies - beloved disciples of Zigûr and the Lord of Darkness but they do gossip and gossip.

Something about missing Faithful alongside who will be wearing what, who is feuding with whom and some such. Truthfully she’s only thinking of well - the way the jewel smith looked against that wall, the elf maiden with her golden hair and body, the silver haired elf and his melting into Zigûr.

———————————-

Aglaril hadn’t meant to see the other golden haired elf - she’d been finding some pleasure of her own (one of the faithful girls - she imagines it’s Earien between her legs and it’s so good) but she sees them - that glimpse of him and Zigûr - and Zigûr tenderly dropping his lips to the golden haired ones neck.

Oh love, this is what you should have had from me - devotion entire, my sweet once king who waited for me.

———————————-

None of them ever see the final one - the mirror of the king unspoken of. Oh they see him but they do not - it is a discomfort and a desire all at once for that face. Aglaril thinks it is a thrill and a horror all at once - all the others are elves and that is different but he, he is not.

And yet, yet you cannot not yearn after him - after all that he is. Dark hair, olive skin, star grey eyes just as his brother was in the paintings that had once been. But other again - starlight and power and half and half. It makes me feel sick, one of her friends says - that pretty freak but Aglaril knows she wants him. They all do.

How would it be - she wonders at the next gathering, watching as Zigûr runs his hand gently through that cloud of curls, presses a kiss to those sweet lips, holds him so gently - how do you have him? She wants to know it.

[malkaleh]

Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.

[malkaleh]

Hal And Jack Do Writers' Month (10574 words) by likethenight Chapters: 6/31 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hal Peacock/Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen, Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen & Simon Peacock, Hal Peacock & Simon Peacock, Hal Peacock & Tillie Smith, Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen & Tillie Smith, Hal Peacock & Natalie Peacock, Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen & Natalie Peacock, Hal Peacock/Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen & Natalie Peacock, Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen & Violet Peacock Characters: Hal Peacock, Jack Outlaw | Jack McQueen, Original Male Character(s), Simon Peacock, Tillie Smith, Original Female Character(s), Natalie Peacock, Original Child Character(s), Violet Peacock Additional Tags: Music, Musicians, Bands, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Siblings, Brothers, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, (all the tags relating to childhood trauma etc refer to events that happened long before this series takes place), Injury, Friendship, Childhood Trauma, Books, Reading, Grandmothers Series: Part 33 of Two of a Kind Summary: 31 stories for the 31 days of August, for @writersmonth.

Chapter 6: A Lifetime's Love of Reading

Jack bonds with Hal's grandmother over books.

Written for @writersmonth 2025 day 6, 'book'.

This one is set sometime during Hal And Jack Are Almost Domesticated.

Taglist (let me know if you want to go on it!): @malkaleh @pyromaniacbibliophile @seagull-energy @lemurious @bigneonglitter

[malkaleh]

A cruel fate led you to a man who robbed you of your soul ★

[malkaleh]

I remember in my Arabic class we were going over the alphabet and the teacher was like there’s no ‘P’ etc and this white girl was like wait what but my names Paige and my teacher was like lol then we’d pronounce it as beige and she was so offended I’m crying thinking about it

[malkaleh]

@kenobiwaned @themalhambird

No, no no - go please go. Leave me - by Elbereth, neither of you should be here.

Celebrimbor almost hopes they are another illusion because if they are not, if they are here then…his spirit drops, sickened to think that two of those who are dearest to him would be in such a place. But of course, of course they had come.

(He remembers Finrod, golden kind Finrod whom he had loved to the last and wonders if even he could ever forgive Celebrimbor for having bought his sister and his beloveds grandchild into this hell).

But they had almost escaped. Another almost, another pain.

-

He looks at his jewels poor maimed hand and wonders if Celebrimbor had thought to make himself less beautiful, less appealing and wonders that Tyelpe could be so blind to his own face and form - for it could never make him less so, only more.

(Of course, his red haired uncle had still been beautiful - a flame upon the rocks - a stunning ruin. Annatar does not think of his rescuer for it will not occur again - he will never allow it, not when his jewel is far far more precious).

“You should not have done this beloved - if you do such again then I shall show you my mastery of other arts and not upon your flesh - there are many children who dwell in my realm and it will not end in death for them.”

Yes, I understand. I will not do such again. I will do as you wish. He does not plead again for the release of Annatars other loves - as though he would ever let them out of his grasp again - for it was not safe and it was not right that they should be seen by others.

They are his jewels alone.

-

Look up at me little nightingale, little star. Sauron looks into eyes that are silver with starlight - a soft gentle kindness that is unlike any that he has seen but with a steadiness, a wisdom that is all Melian - such a beautiful treasure she has formed into being.

It is right that Elrond is here, silver chains and dark curls that glimmer like the brightest of night skies, olive brown skin against deep red. He will be housed better, Sauron vows - I will make such a place for him, my sweetest little jewel. He will learn.

The marks from the Chieftain still remain on his skin, bruises and narrow lines of blood and he will make the man nothing but a tattered spirit in eternal torment, make him a thing forever shamed in the endless dark.

-

He had not known her brother was in his power to his own great pain. Felagund had been not only as beautiful as his sister he had been as kind as the little star Sauron now holds in his hands. But Finrod had been hidden by the most trivial of mortals - who had held fairness he had no right to in his hands.

Annatar thinks of it as he thinks of Galadriel whom he comes to as Halbrand - he knows his Queen, his lady of light will understand too in time but it is still beautiful to see her so fiercely unwilling and yet, yet so very much his.

(One day, one day he will go to those undying shores and take her brother too).

-

He makes a pleasing vision - children of his loves. His little nightingale dancing upon a lawn, his jewel teaching their family his craft, his lady of light giving them their first lessons in the sword. He will have it, no matter what he must do.

-

@nocompromise-noregrets @self-destructinganimal

[malkaleh]

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

One of Zigûrs loyal young adherents gets a show. In more ways than one. [A Gold Cages Verse Fic (or Sauron is in love with Celebrimbor, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Finrod and makes it everyones problem)]

Content Warning: rape, sex slavery, sacrifice references, some pretty gross attitudes, general fucked upness.

Taglist: @themalhambird @plotdesigner @kenobiwaned @nocompromise-noregrets @self-destructinganimal @seagull-energy @damnyoubishop @slightnettles

(also this is dedicated to @conundrumoftime specifically for the galadriel/celeborn/sauron and apologies if you weren’t wanting to be on the taglist and I tagged you/vice versa I am going off memory but if you do want to be on let me know!)

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

For Zigûr never allows any to see his precious treasures so - they are not displayed in that way but here, here he is - and not so still perfection - not unfeeling at all. But only with them. The envy burns in her with the desire.

Do you recall the first time, the jewel smith says, that we did this.

Yes. She hears Zigûr say it, flame and shadow and sulphur and it’s beautiful and she’s so wet she can hardly stop herself from moving, from moving her fingers between her legs. I remember, my jewel - the way you melted into me.

Put your hands on the wall, he says and the elf is glorious - muscles and velvet and that mass of curls, Zigûr is flame flickering upon marble wrapped around him, lips upon his neck - what would it be like, she thinks, to be pressed between them - the elf was a smith, she remembers and he must be skilled, even with maimed hands. And Zigûr, to feel what the elf smith is - to be the focus of such devotion.

She watches and it takes her breath away - the lovely chains that ornament the jewel smiths hands, the way Zigûr is tender here in a way he has never been seen to be otherwise - that pretty mouth of the smith when he kneels, lovely noises and such eagerness to please - the moment that Zigûr enters him - he makes it so reverent, no sordid thing even though they are almost almost in public and it makes Aglaril gasp.

———————————-

Aglaril does not mean to come back - but she does - drinking her wine in peace and watching the others as Zigûr and his golden haired lady walk in - Zigûr has a fond smile.

“I called you a galloping horse love - liable to run wild and heedless if not held in the right hands.”

Her reply is too low for Aglaril to hear but it seems to please Zigûr for he laughs - tucks a strand of hair behind the elfs beautiful ear, lifts her up onto a bench and kneels before her in one graceful motion

“Get on with it” the lady snarls with impatience but Zigûr only smiles fondly, teasingly. Patience, my queen he says, mouth against her inner thigh - he’s been teasing her with gentle touches and kisses and it drives Aglaril wild - the elf is beautiful beyond the measure of envy - her black silk dress and golden hair and here, here as Zigûr kneels before her - reverent and loving and worshipful all over again.

He takes his time with her - teasing and stopping and fingers and tongue and their bodies fit into each other so very well - Aglaril wonders what they would look like in daylight - if the elf womans hair would shine in the same way, if Zigûr might be as bold.

She makes herself wait until after they have left to come but thinking about it, thinking about how the elf woman would feel - she would taste of gold, Aglaril thinks. Gold, gifts and sun fire.

———————————-

The next time Aglaril is at one of these parties she makes a deliberate choice when she sees the silver haired elf reach for Zigûr - she does not understand the look upon silver hairs face for a moment but she understands well enough the way Zigûr moulds himself to him - the way he holds him as a precious beloved.

Oh my sweet silver prince - I’m going to make you feel perfect, my own love - you’ll forget anything else - look at us, Zigûr says - they stand in front of a mirror here, the silver haired elf and the golden Zigûr - such perfection as Aglaril has never seen in all the glorious of Numenor she has seen with Zigûr and his consorts. The silver elf only turns and says - show me - there is something in his tone, something underneath she cannot place but Zigûr only looks at his love in delight.

———————————-

Her friends, Aglaril thinks are so vapidly silly sometimes - not that she doesn’t think that they shouldn’t be - they are all young, all rulers of their destinies - beloved disciples of Zigûr and the Lord of Darkness but they do gossip and gossip.

Something about missing Faithful alongside who will be wearing what, who is feuding with whom and some such. Truthfully she’s only thinking of well - the way the jewel smith looked against that wall, the elf maiden with her golden hair and body, the silver haired elf and his melting into Zigûr.

———————————-

Aglaril hadn’t meant to see the other golden haired elf - she’d been finding some pleasure of her own (one of the faithful girls - she imagines it’s Earien between her legs and it’s so good) but she sees them - that glimpse of him and Zigûr - and Zigûr tenderly dropping his lips to the golden haired ones neck.

Oh love, this is what you should have had from me - devotion entire, my sweet once king who waited for me.

———————————-

None of them ever see the final one - the mirror of the king unspoken of. Oh they see him but they do not - it is a discomfort and a desire all at once for that face. Aglaril thinks it is a thrill and a horror all at once - all the others are elves and that is different but he, he is not.

And yet, yet you cannot not yearn after him - after all that he is. Dark hair, olive skin, star grey eyes just as his brother was in the paintings that had once been. But other again - starlight and power and half and half. It makes me feel sick, one of her friends says - that pretty freak but Aglaril knows she wants him. They all do.

How would it be - she wonders at the next gathering, watching as Zigûr runs his hand gently through that cloud of curls, presses a kiss to those sweet lips, holds him so gently - how do you have him? She wants to know it.

[malkaleh]

(Secret Project Thing is kind of for @nocompromise-noregrets 👀👀👀)

[malkaleh]

“You bit me, little sister.”

“None of you were understanding me and I was very small.”

“…she bit”

Elronds eyes sparkle as they have not for so very long, something of that mischief that sees an echo in ancestors no longer here (Luthien, when she had conceived of a prank or a joke. Idril when she had been small. Beren, once. Earendil in joy, Elwing with her small sons) and in himself.

“She did indeed” Finrod laughs at Galadriels stuck out tongue. “But in fairness, she was often provoked to it.”

They have draped themselves around one of the day beds - Galadriel with her husbands head in her lap, curled up around her brother, Celebrimbor had thrown himself half over one of the oversized pillows and yet cuddled into Celeborn - a gesture of comfort to them all - Elrond had wrapped himself in a blanket (he felt the cold far more than the others) but his head emerged smiling.

“Tell me everything”

(For a belated WIP tag from @verecunda or ‘a bit from a larger Gold Cages story)

@kenobiwaned @self-destructinganimal @slightnettles @eowyn7023 @plotdesigner @conundrumoftime @nocompromise-noregrets @seagull-energy

[malkaleh]

Accidentally made the mistake of looking towards the sun while diving underwater. I was met with the most beautiful sight in the whole world, I fear. It was a mistake because I am but an air breathing creature and no amount of diving will ever satisfy my need to bask in the light refractions and see the fluid ceiling above my head waltz with the sun and the sky.

[malkaleh]

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

One of Zigûrs loyal young adherents gets a show. In more ways than one. [A Gold Cages Verse Fic (or Sauron is in love with Celebrimbor, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Finrod and makes it everyones problem)]

Content Warning: rape, sex slavery, sacrifice references, some pretty gross attitudes, general fucked upness.

Taglist: @themalhambird @plotdesigner @kenobiwaned @nocompromise-noregrets @self-destructinganimal @seagull-energy @damnyoubishop @slightnettles

(also this is dedicated to @conundrumoftime specifically for the galadriel/celeborn/sauron and apologies if you weren’t wanting to be on the taglist and I tagged you/vice versa I am going off memory but if you do want to be on let me know!)

Somehow they manage to make it look graceful, the stumble into the room - arms wrapped around each other - Zigûr and his jewel smith. She had come to the alcove in this room because all her friends had managed to pass out - drunk on wine, on rich foods and scents and slaves and Aglaril had wished for a spot she might recover herself. And now she lies here, all unseen, watching this show.

For Zigûr never allows any to see his precious treasures so - they are not displayed in that way but here, here he is - and not so still perfection - not unfeeling at all. But only with them. The envy burns in her with the desire.

Do you recall the first time, the jewel smith says, that we did this.

Yes. She hears Zigûr say it, flame and shadow and sulphur and it’s beautiful and she’s so wet she can hardly stop herself from moving, from moving her fingers between her legs. I remember, my jewel - the way you melted into me.

Put your hands on the wall, he says and the elf is glorious - muscles and velvet and that mass of curls, Zigûr is flame flickering upon marble wrapped around him, lips upon his neck - what would it be like, she thinks, to be pressed between them - the elf was a smith, she remembers and he must be skilled, even with maimed hands. And Zigûr, to feel what the elf smith is - to be the focus of such devotion.

She watches and it takes her breath away - the lovely chains that ornament the jewel smiths hands, the way Zigûr is tender here in a way he has never been seen to be otherwise - that pretty mouth of the smith when he kneels, lovely noises and such eagerness to please - the moment that Zigûr enters him - he makes it so reverent, no sordid thing even though they are almost almost in public and it makes Aglaril gasp.

———————————-

Aglaril does not mean to come back - but she does - drinking her wine in peace and watching the others as Zigûr and his golden haired lady walk in - Zigûr has a fond smile.

“I called you a galloping horse love - liable to run wild and heedless if not held in the right hands.”

Her reply is too low for Aglaril to hear but it seems to please Zigûr for he laughs - tucks a strand of hair behind the elfs beautiful ear, lifts her up onto a bench and kneels before her in one graceful motion

“Get on with it” the lady snarls with impatience but Zigûr only smiles fondly, teasingly. Patience, my queen he says, mouth against her inner thigh - he’s been teasing her with gentle touches and kisses and it drives Aglaril wild - the elf is beautiful beyond the measure of envy - her black silk dress and golden hair and here, here as Zigûr kneels before her - reverent and loving and worshipful all over again.

He takes his time with her - teasing and stopping and fingers and tongue and their bodies fit into each other so very well - Aglaril wonders what they would look like in daylight - if the elf womans hair would shine in the same way, if Zigûr might be as bold.

She makes herself wait until after they have left to come but thinking about it, thinking about how the elf woman would feel - she would taste of gold, Aglaril thinks. Gold, gifts and sun fire.

———————————-

The next time Aglaril is at one of these parties she makes a deliberate choice when she sees the silver haired elf reach for Zigûr - she does not understand the look upon silver hairs face for a moment but she understands well enough the way Zigûr moulds himself to him - the way he holds him as a precious beloved.

Oh my sweet silver prince - I’m going to make you feel perfect, my own love - you’ll forget anything else - look at us, Zigûr says - they stand in front of a mirror here, the silver haired elf and the golden Zigûr - such perfection as Aglaril has never seen in all the glorious of Numenor she has seen with Zigûr and his consorts. The silver elf only turns and says - show me - there is something in his tone, something underneath she cannot place but Zigûr only looks at his love in delight.

———————————-

Her friends, Aglaril thinks are so vapidly silly sometimes - not that she doesn’t think that they shouldn’t be - they are all young, all rulers of their destinies - beloved disciples of Zigûr and the Lord of Darkness but they do gossip and gossip.

Something about missing Faithful alongside who will be wearing what, who is feuding with whom and some such. Truthfully she’s only thinking of well - the way the jewel smith looked against that wall, the elf maiden with her golden hair and body, the silver haired elf and his melting into Zigûr.

———————————-

Aglaril hadn’t meant to see the other golden haired elf - she’d been finding some pleasure of her own (one of the faithful girls - she imagines it’s Earien between her legs and it’s so good) but she sees them - that glimpse of him and Zigûr - and Zigûr tenderly dropping his lips to the golden haired ones neck.

Oh love, this is what you should have had from me - devotion entire, my sweet once king who waited for me.

———————————-

None of them ever see the final one - the mirror of the king unspoken of. Oh they see him but they do not - it is a discomfort and a desire all at once for that face. Aglaril thinks it is a thrill and a horror all at once - all the others are elves and that is different but he, he is not.

And yet, yet you cannot not yearn after him - after all that he is. Dark hair, olive skin, star grey eyes just as his brother was in the paintings that had once been. But other again - starlight and power and half and half. It makes me feel sick, one of her friends says - that pretty freak but Aglaril knows she wants him. They all do.

How would it be - she wonders at the next gathering, watching as Zigûr runs his hand gently through that cloud of curls, presses a kiss to those sweet lips, holds him so gently - how do you have him? She wants to know it.

[malkaleh]

Jenny Packham Fall 2023

[malkaleh]

i love finding out what degrees my mutuals have. like what the fuck do you mean you do law? you’re a doctor who blog

[malkaleh]

Sharing this over here for those of you for whom this will be relevant to your interests! Wraithmarked Books is doing a Kickstarter to raise funds for an incredibly fancy deluxe edition of A Deadly Education. I know it's very pricey, sorry! ;_; But even if you can't pledge, everyone can enjoy the fantastic art on view in the KS page!

Signal-boosting much appreciated. <3