#AngbangWeek2025

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Angbang

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" Your scars may be permanent, so is my love for you "

it's painful for me to draw now, but i really wanted to do at least one thing for this week and my specials meow meow skdhfqjk

[atane-is-here]

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Holy | Unholy part 1

A spirit of order that adored chaos.

[angbangweek]

Here is the list of prompts for the 2025 event:

Day 1: Friend | Enemy Day 2: Freedom | Imprisonment Day 3: Temporary | Permanent Day 4: Concealment | Revelation Day 5: Holy | Unholy Day 6: Singing | Dancing Day 7: Fix it As always, there is a couple of prompts to choose between for every day of the week, with the last day being a bit more open to topics of choice. You can pick one each day, try to combine them into one work, or skip any day that offers prompts you find less appealing. Anything that reminds you of the topic of the prompt is encouraged and accepted. The only requirements are that the work is about the pairing, previously unposted, made by you, and that you tag things correctly if your works include sensitive subjects or are adult in nature. Anything written, visual, auditory, or any combination thereof goes.

When posting your works, feel free to post them on the day the prompt appears on or later, tag us directly or add one of the following tags (#angbangweek2025, #angbang week 2025, #angbang week2025) to your post's tag list. For any questions or clarification requests, feel free to reach out at any time.

Happy creating, and we'll see you in May!

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Day 3: Permanent

Melkor showes Mairon the mountains he made on thier first date. He is very excited. The mountains will still be there long after Melkor has been cast into the void, reminding Mairon of him.

[chaoticosse]

Creations pass, but Mairon’s encounter with the stranger shadows his working thoughts.

So he sends word to the dark-haired Maia’s workshop with a description and arranges to meet him at an inn. He takes up a stool, and when the other Maia arrives, swiftly orders them refreshments.

His companion too wastes no time, perhaps sensing his reluctance to begin their conversation. 

‘Have you called me here for a reason?’ The stranger’s voice is smooth and rich, and dark like a well-caught crust of bread. Back to the window, his eyes are in shadow, but Mairon knows they are a deep brown, resinous like the sap of a tree. The light from outside sets his hair alight from behind, his dark locks and waves carding the rays into shafts over his shoulder. Dust motes dance golden between them against the wine-red walls. 

Mairon holds his gaze for as long as it takes for him to think through his options, then dips to study his drink, thumbing the grain at the carved stem.

‘I cannot place your intentions.’

The dark-haired Maia hesitates, and Mairon’s head snaps up in time to see an unreadable expression disappear behind a wry smile. ‘Does it matter, when you know I speak true, and our minds align?’

Mairon exhales, twisting his features in return. Their exchange has not left his thoughts, and it is true he feels an affinity. ‘Regardless.’ He looks down, peering intently at his soot-stained fingers. ‘I would still know your designs. We are to inform Aulë of any associations with other workshops, so he can ensure our work together is aligned beneath Eru’s will.’ He steels himself to meet the Maia’s eyes. ‘I would not wish to keep our acquaintance from him. I enjoyed speaking with you in the forge. I would hope to do so again. To work together, even.’

The stranger studies him carefully, and his being seems to quicken underneath his attention.

‘Why do you think I am here?’ The Maia gestures to the stones of the inn. ‘I could have ignored your summons.’

Mairon swallows nervously. ‘I would hope it is because I can offer you something in return for your counsel. Although I do not know what.’

The Maia seems to weigh his words, now, as well as his features. He feels like he is being examined for flaws, as a stonemason would a piece of marble. Eventually, the stranger reaches into his clothes, pulls out a piece of darkened rock, and sets it on the countertop.

‘I saw how dutifully you attended to your creations.’ The Maia pushes the rock towards him, lightly scratching the varnish beneath. Mairon frowns, and reaches to rub the mark away, but the stranger catches his hand against the wood. Trapping him there against the surface. His breath catches.

‘I need to know what this is, and how to work with it.’ Mairon’s hand is freed, and he does not attempt to rub the mark again. ‘Learn all you can about this ore. I will come to your workshop in a week. Tell me then what you have learned, and no other. I cannot do it myself, but I know you will succeed.’

Mairon stares at the mysterious ore, which glints at him. His tongue sticks in his throat. But before he can clear it, the stranger is moving, long cloak swinging behind evenly paced steps. He calls out.

‘Stranger.’ He intends to reject the request, in obesience to his Vala. But instead finds himself saying, ‘What should I call you?’

The dark-haired Maia flashes a keen smile back through the doorway. In the enduring light of the Trees, Mairon marks again that his form is beautiful. 

‘In time, Impatient One.’

Angbang Week 2025 Day 1: Friend | Enemy AO3: @eva_waefre @angbangweek

[mai-komagata]

AngbangWeek 2025 Day 7: Fix it

Last Kiss

So what do you know, we started the week with Sauron not knowing if he'd ever see Melkor again, and we end the week with them reuniting!

Summary: After Sauron’s defeat when Frodo destroyed the One Ring, his spirit, infinitely weakened, finds its way to the void because it cannot fully be destroyed. He finds a familiar face there. 

Author’s note: Written for #angbangweek2025, prompt: Fix it. 

Rating: M (? I guess. Could be T. Does sex between disembodied beings in the void really count? Can you even call it that? Otherwise just the two of them yapping in the void).

@angbangweek Feel free to reblog!!

[kisses-in-the-void]

AngbangWeek2025 - Friend/Enemy

"I put a spell on you (because you're mine)"

AU where Mairon is seduced by Melkor much later than in canon, after Melkor's imprisonment in Mandos and during his time living in Valinor, when he pretended to be a good guy. Inspired by a quote from "Morgoth’s Ring", where Christopher Tolkien said that his father considered having Mairon flee Valinor together with Melkor and Ungoliant, but later discarded the idea.

Rating : M (mentions of sexual activity and a bit of smut in the final scene, but nothing too explicit)

I struggled a lot with writing this one-shot, it took me a whole week, and I'm still not sure if I'm completely satisfied with the result. But I really wanted to take part in this event 😔

[gauntletgirlie]

Freedom | Imprisonment

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He is gone and I am free.

He is gone and I am imprisoned.

Free to act of my own accord, to do my own bidding and not his.

Imprisoned alone in the dark, trapped in my own mind.

Free to repent, should I wish to.

Barred from repentance, even if I wished for it.

Yet this freedom chains me more tightly than any works of Aulё could produce. For my body may be free to wander this earth as it sees fit, but my heart is in The Void.

Yet these chains of my brethren do not hold me as tightly as they should in this Void. For my liberty may be stripped from me, but my heart wanders freely upon the earth I was wrenched from.

I have been torn from the one I serve, the one I adore. The separation leeches into my bones. When they threw my beloved into The Void, some of it was displaced and has filled me up so I am hollowed out blackness inside.

I have been torn from the one I trust, the one I adore. The separation slices through my veins. When they threw me into The Void, his flame followed and imbued me, so that I am engulfed by hollow blackness but it does not fill me.

Oh how I will go forth and make him proud. I will make the lowly worship him once more. He has been taken from me and I will have my retribution in blood.

Oh how he makes me proud. I know he will continue my works and will avenge me. He and I may differ in many ways, but in this we are one.

Time passes and I can feel him in the world around me. His stain, his dark, beautiful, curse has suffused into the creations of his captors and I pull at those dark threads, taking them into myself greedily. It is like a drop of ink in water, I crave for the inkpot but instead must gather and extract what I can until I am sufficiently surrounded by his essence again. It is the best I can manage, a poor substitute for the real being, but it is better than nothing.

There is no time here and yet it haunts me that he will move on without me. I have only his memory burning within me to keep me company. If I close my eyes against the abyss, I can see his resplendent beauty before me, fiery and golden and mine. The memory is a poor substitute for the real being, but it is all I have. The only light in this eternal dark.

There are tales that he will return, that he will come forth to lead the battles to end all battles. I wish I knew this to be true. I wish I knew how to hasten this to come to pass. Alas, this is beyond me and the bitterness of this truth strips me daily until I am raw. I do not like feeling powerless, and without him, I feel so. Oh, I know I am powerful. Undoubtedly so, and I shall proceed forth and bring all under my dominion so they know it, they feel it. But there is no feeling of power quite like standing beside the one whom you put your all into, your heart, your soul, your full devotion, and they have done likewise. To stand united with him felt like we could have taken Eru on and won.

Some say I will return, to end everything in a monumental battle. I shall make this true, if it takes all I have. He shall be my reason, my muse. I will find him. I will be united with him. For together, we can conquer anything. Together, we could cause Eru to fear. More powerful than any I am, yet with him at my side, I am more powerful still. If he were here with me now, we would have burst forth from this jail already, an unstoppable force.

I miss his touch. I miss the feel of him against me, flesh on flesh. I miss his mouth burning me, who is of fire already, as it trailed along my skin. I miss his strong fingers entwined in my hair. I miss the taste of him on my tongue. I miss feeling him inside me. I miss him calling my name out in ecstasy. Wherever I feign love or lust for another now in order to gain trust and loyalty, it is him I picture, him I force myself to feel as no other comes close in comparison. No other ever will.

I miss his touch. I miss the feel of him against me, flesh on flesh. I miss his mouth scorching me, sizzling away the ice of my being, as he moves along my skin. I miss his quick fingers brushing through my hair. I miss his clever tongue upon mine, the amber taste of him. I miss the feeling of him encompassing me completely, taking me all. I miss his cries of delight. I would swear fealty and forswear all my previous sins if I could be with him in that way just one more time. They say I wanted dominance over all, that I would force it. It is true. But he gave himself willingly to me and worshipped me most dutifully with his body. All the souls on earth could swear fealty to me and it would still mean less than what he has given me already.

I have no choice but to continue on. I plan and I scheme and I plot. I use and I abuse and I deceive. I wait, I hope, I yearn.

I have no choice but to exist here. I think and I dream and I curse. I remember and I hurt and I mourn. I wait, I hope, I yearn.

He is gone and I am free, and this freedom curses me.

He is gone and I am imprisoned, and his absence curses me.

[halbrandgaladriel]

[gaydhros]

Angbang Week 2025 Day 3: Temporary

Hello! For Angbang Week 2025 I present to you my humble offering of bottom Melkor porn <3

Something New

Summary: “I have no shame in admitting it.” Mairon let his hand wander a little lower, watching in fascination as the muscles of Melkor’s stomach spasmed with the effort of keeping still. “I want every part of you all the time, in every way that you would allow me.”

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Mairon suggests trying something new. Melkor, tragically, likes it much more than he is willing to admit.

Rating: E

Link here <3

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[atane-is-here]

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Friend | Enemy part 1

The seduction of Mairon

[angbangweek]

Hello everyone, we're putting out the dates for this year’s upcoming Angbang Week event a little bit in advance of tomorrow, which is when we reveal this year's prompts. As always, any and all participation is encouraged and welcome. Save the dates and feel free to check back here tomorrow for a bigger, more informative post!

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Day 1: Friends

Gothmog might be Melkor's and Mairon's best friend, but he is tired of seeing them smooch (and more) all over the castle.

[overlord-of-fantasy]

He requires the attention, Mairon lol

Have you remembered to give your husband his daily dose of annoyance, coming from you interrupting his work?

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[kisses-in-the-void]

AngbangWeek2025 - Holy/Unholy

A ghost of his malice

Summary: It's Mairon in Numenor, and he is (not) having a lot of fun.

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood, Gore (not too explicit), also non-explicit smut.

In the end, it all comes down to Mairon being unhinged, bloodthirsty, and touch-starved.