The Only Reason I Started This Account Is Because There Are Characters I Simp For, But There Are Hardly

The only reason I started this account is because there are characters I simp for, but there are hardly any fanfictions about them

Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well! The reason of my writing is that I was wondering how is the process of writing Melkor imagines going? Cause I'm really excited to read about it soon XD.

Hi! I am doing well so far!

I was thrown back more than I thought while writing because I had to study for some exams, but I'm almost finished with writing.

I will probably post the Headcanons in 2 to 4 days. While writing, I also felt like writing a little Imagine. I use the well-known "Who did this to you?" Trophy. Yes, I had to use this Thropy too, because I'm a sucker for this Trophy. I'll post the Imagine about two days after the Headcanons.

SO, HEAR ME OUT -

I started playing League of Legends more actively again and I started playing Swain... He is kinda HOT. He is evil, dark, old and would probably kill me. Perfect husband ❤️

I think I'll have to write some fanfiction

we need more sammy hayden fics, go nuts.

Oh yes I will. I put the fanfiction idea on my list 😌

Hi! do u take requests?

Yes, I do!

Here are my request rules

Melkor Imagine: "Who did this to you?"

Melkor (Morgoth) x GN!Maia

Warnings: Injury

Note: A Request by @shamelessredpanda and it's a follow-up to the Headcanons: What it would be like to be Melkor's only Maia

Melkor, a powerful Ainur, burned with a fierce protectiveness for his beloved Maia. When he saw the evidence of the fight marring his Maia's delicate features, a simmering rage ignited within him.

Melkor's eyes narrowed as he tenderly traced the Maia's bruised cheek, his touch feather-light yet possessive. "Who did this to you?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. The Maia trembled under the intensity of his gaze, sensing the barely restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate movements, Melkor tilted the Maia's chin up, his fingers curling around their jaw as he scrutinized the injury. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent promise of vengeance. "Tell me everything," he commanded, his eyes burning with a primal need to protect.

As he gently wiped away the streak of crimson, the Maia's breath caught in their throat, sensing Melkor's barely restrained fury.

As the Maia recounted the events, Melkor's expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. When the tale was finished, he pulled the Maia close, cradling them possessively. "I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished," he growled, pressing a fierce, almost bruising kiss to the Maia's brow before striding out, his hand already reaching for his formidable arsenal.

The Maia watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as Melkor gathered his formidable arsenal and strode out, the air crackling with his barely contained power. Time seemed to crawl by, the ominous silence punctuated only by the Maia's anxious heartbeat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow, the Maia couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Hours later, Melkor returned, his clothing and skin stained with blood. He stood before the Maia, his gaze intense and unyielding. "It is done," he stated, a feral glint in his eyes. "They will never trouble you again."

The Maia felt relief and unease. They knew Melkor would stop at nothing to protect them, but the sheer intensity of his wrath left them unsettled. What other battles would he wage in the name of their safety? The Maia clung to the knowledge of Melkor's unwavering devotion, even as they feared the consequences of his unyielding fury.