#Softly written

[qhostqizmo]

Intertwined Hearts / Intertwined Fates

Gods I am currently so obsessed with noblewoman Essatha and urchin Amon AU I shake it like a ragdoll between my teeth I love it I love it I love it arf arf

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Was this real? Of all the places that life could lead him, how cruel the humour if it held any sort of intention within its grasp. Splendid the luxury; how it made him feel sick with wanting, and with that wanting sick of himself for having the audacity to want at all.

Lady Essätha had no shortage in her kindness. If not for how early and unsuspecting this was all, he would have believed himself a charity case. For show: maybe; but for to better her own self-image would be more like it. This concept too would have run into its doubts, however. Every glance at her came with a great difficulty not to see the poetic version everyone drew so endearingly of her. She was it seemed every bit as was sung and said of her: generous, considerate, thoughtful and wise.

And I am a fool for staring, Amon Clermont thought bitterly. She was something of class and refinement; something far beyond the realm of his thoughts. He didn’t deserve to close his eyes and think of her so softly; or the way the light shone from her eyes whilst she smiled at him.

How long had he been here on her property now? Nor more than a week, and he could feel the disaster of John Keats and Fanny Brawne burrowing into every detail of his life. She was like a flame, and he the moth. He was not so clever and imaginative as the late author, but oh, Bright Star she was. There was an understanding in his heart now, how men could buckle and break to write such passionate odes.

It was all circumstantial. He reminded himself this again and again as he stepped into the mother-in-law suit on the Meduza estate grounds. Proving to her hospitality again and again, when he had held doubt on the very idea of staying in her home, she had finally convinced him of at least taking the extra dwelling unit. More importantly: it gave him some much needed distance between his crazed thoughts, and of her, though he tried not to admit it to himself. The smell of her fragrance lingering in the air of the manor; the sound of her moving throughout the hallways, her laughter; Gods to yearn for something so maddening like a boyish crush and a madman’s obsession.

There was a possibility that his time tied to Essätha Meduza could lead to his death. But what better fate to die, then? He had nothing, and she provided him with all humanely needs and all desires he gently attempted to rebuke. And there was her of course; her mostly importantly. The way she fidgeted her fingers, pulled back her hair, turned her eyes away as though shy when their gazes caught and lingered to long-

Pity him, he must be blind. Seeing things he shouldn’t, definitely. Amon gave a shake of his head, laughing at himself harshly as he moved about the room to undress. He opened the dresser (when was the last time he’d gotten to use one of these?) and gathered out some attire to wear to bed. There was no running water to this unit, but he had bathed and brushed his teeth in the main house before mulling down the walkway to the smaller house. Amenities on top of amenities, he was becoming spoiled.

Grunting, Amon tossed back the sheets and comforters to make space for himself in the mattress bedding. He took a great delight in the plush mattress; though Lady Essätha warned him that it was old and likely lumpy. It felt heavenly enough for him, and he took up the covers to shield himself from the chill of the night. Leaning over to where he’d left the lantern bedside that he’d walked down with, he blew out the lick of flame, and turned over to rest.

The world danced behind his eyelids as sleep swiftly overtook him. Nestled in warm bedding, full from a grand feast for dinner; all his dreams and thoughts were plentiful fantasies. All the comforts he had been missing out on for so long; all the literature at his fingertips, the access to humanity he’d been rejecting for so long.

Then of course, there was her. The glow of her in any lighting; it mattered not the sun or moon, the candlelight or magical baubles. It flowed through her, along her, beside her; filled her like an ethereal glow. She was the light, and it beckoned to her welcomingly. It came home to her readily; and brightened her eyes, her face, her smile-

A rapping at the door abruptly shattered him into awareness. At first he thought he had imagined it. Then Amon thought better of it; wearily remembering the hostile intentions of the murderous assassin. They would not come knocking in the middle of the night, no; but what if it was the Warden, or one of the temple healers. What if something had become of Lady Essätha?

Amon rolled quickly out of bed just as the second knock timidly rapped upon the door. He blinked at the blurry darkness that was his room, stumbling around the bedposts. There was so little moonlight on this night, and he could hardly see a damn thing. Tripping over one of his boots at the end of the bed, he growled to himself with annoyance as he finally made it to the doorway to tug the handle open.

I must still be dreaming.

Like Heaven’s Gates had opened before the very doorway, Lady Essätha stood awkwardly, her arms wrapped over her bosom in the chilled night air. Though he had grown accustom to the visible light catching off the golden hues of her iris like a predator stalking the night, her gaze was like a beacon in the night, guiding in warmth.

“Lady Essätha?” He drowsily grunted with shock. “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

The noblewoman reached up, pushing strands of curly black hair from her face. Her expression was naked with a kind of vulnerability he only ever saw at the Temple of Torm, when they had been admitted for healing after he’d saved her from the attempt on her life. Everywhere else, she had managed to hold a cool demeanor of strength and refinement. She was unshakable in that way.

“I’m sorry to have woken you at such an hour, Amon,” she rasped. Amon. He loved the way she said his name. It lifted his spirits; how she curled it just right, announced it in such a way that gave it meaning and life and vibrancy. Not Mister Clermont, but Amon.

Call me anything, and I’ll answer to it, milady.

“It’s no trouble at all, Madame,” he answered with a rough clearing of his throat, “how can I be of service to you?”

She rubbed her elbows uneasily, dropping her gaze from his. Her entire body folded inward with doubt.

“I shouldn’t be bothering you-”

“Upon my mother’s name, milady, you are not causing me bother in the least. Is there anything that I can do for you?”

With a sigh, the woman’s shoulders sagged. “Would it… be alright if I slept here, tonight? I can’t seem to garner and rest. Every little noise sounds like someone’s in my room.”

Her throat flexed. Amon could still see the distinct impression of the rope that had at one point been tightened there, attempting to suffocate the life out of her. His own throat swallowed heavily, burdened by the reminder that still remained there.

“Of course, ma’am. This is your house, after all.”

Essätha lifted her eyes to gaze up at him with relieved fondness. “Thank you- but this is your space while you are here. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Not at all,” he quickly remarked, stepping aside as he gestured with a respectable bow. “Please do come in: the night is chilly, I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”

Her eyes were grateful as she tentatively stepped into the small dwelling space. “I’ll take the armchair-”

“The bed is most certainly yours, milady.”

“I promised this room to you; the bed is yours,” the noblelady insisted as he quietly closed the door after her.

“Madame: respectfully, I have slept on much less comfortable things than an armchair. I’ll be alright.”

To his great astonishment, she jutted out a finger at him, her voice stern: “I will take the floor, then, if you must take the armchair.”

“That is a waste of a bed milady,” Amon countered, slightly exasperated.

Though it was too dark for him to see it, her cheeks inflamed with color. “Why do we not just share in the bed, then? It is large enough for two people.”

He knew she could see him blushing; with her remarkable vision that adjusted to even this inky black. Amon swallowed thickly as his heart leapt in his throat; enthralled with the idea. One that, he knew, he should be taking no interest in.

“I- That would be indecent, madame. I’m not worthy-”

“Amon,” say it again, he prayed; latching on to her every breath and word; “This is not a matter of philosophy, nor class; this is simply about rest and impartial equality. You were granted this space as your own; therefore, the bed is rightfully yours. However I will bend in this matter to share with you the bed, since I know that you are far too much a chivalrous gentleman and wouldn’t allow a lady sharing the same space as you to be less than comfortable. We can share in the bed.”

The matter-of-fact way that she said it, well, how could he refuse her? He should; he needed to, but he didn’t wish to. There was a thrill in his body; tingling from nerve end to nerve end. The very idea of her pressed so close to him while they rested, it made him feel a giddy restlessness of joy in his heart that he wished he could vomit out. He needed to be rid of it; this longing. It was unhealthy. It would lead nowhere.

“… Fine. Fine, but I can lay at the end of the bed-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Essätha snorted, making her way to the bedside. She climbed in with ease beneath the layers of fabric, and patted the adjacent side as she glimpsed up at him.

Join her? Now? His heart was pounding; sweat beading on his brow.

With an aching lightness in his chest, Amon shuffled around the other side of the bed; his eyes having adjusted better to the dark. He sank down at first, giving her time to change her mind, but she was already ahead of him; pulling back the sheets on his side, smoothing out the bedding cover. Her mass of black curls flopped into the pillow, burying herself in like it was a Queen’s comfort.

Slow as a snail, Amon took a seat on the mattress. One by one, he raised a leg to shimmy beneath the blankets. Lady Essätha huffed softly at his sluggish delay; tugging up the covers like a shroud before he had even laid back.

“Goodnight, Amon.”

Feeling inadequate and stupefied, Amon inclined back into the mattress, immediately turning his back to her. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t bare to. He feared that his own passionate desire would be plain on his face.

“Goodnight, Lady Essätha.”

“I told you before my dear: you can call me just Essätha, or Essie.”

“Of course, milady.”

She sighed on the other side of the bed, and it sounded sad. He hated that sound, but couldn’t make any sense on why it sounded that way. The framework of the bed creaked and bounced slightly as she apparently rolled over, curling herself up into a ball.

He allowed himself a single glimpse over his shoulder, seeing nothing but the thickness of her locks and her body rolled up in a balled up indistinguishable shape beneath the sheets. It didn’t take his thoughts much though to fill in the gaps: the soft, suppleness of her skin; aglow with the rich autumn tones. The gentle valley of her chest rising and falling, the curves of her hips, the line of her throat as her head tipped back-

Clamping down on his thoughts with an bear’s iron trap, Amon turned his head over. His lips were white; pressed together firmly as he bit the inside of his cheek. He was being incredibly indecent; daring to think of her so boldly when she was right there. Gentle and funny and sweet and right there. Like fate teasing him. Or how her voice so boldly challenged him; had him biting his tongue and finding no fault in how she approached him with an answer before he could dissuade her.

It would be over soon enough. He would wake and she would not be there; like the dream he believed it to be. Or he would wake and she would not be there, having fled from his side as she should. He was hardly a prize to be won, in status or appearance with his hideous scars. She was just lonely, and frightened. How could she not be, after what she’d been through?

And he would not take advantage of her fears. He would not abuse her kindness. She was here because of her night terrors, and he would respectfully be humbled by her finding security in his presence. Nothing more.

Eventually, his eyes fell closed. Sleep this time was dreamless; almost in a knowing that the reality he sought to ignore couldn’t be matched by a fantasy. To have her so close to him was far more than an urchin like he deserved. A nobody. A cast out. A failure on his family name; a would-be murder, a mess, a disaster.

When night fell to dawn, and he blinked in the morning light to stir to the world, he thought that maybe he was still asleep. It must be a pillow in his arms; it had to be a pillow.

But Lady Essätha groggily hummed in her sleeping state, curling herself bodily into him.

He wanted her. Not sinfully; though he may be a sinner. He wanted this casual comfort; the connection of human touch so peaceful and so long forgotten. Exploring bodies in carnal lust was easy to come by; a welcome lull to a deeper kind of loneliness. This though; blissfully content, was fulfilling in every way he could ever want day by day.

How on earth had they come to this though? She in his arms, her legs tangled with his, the heat of her breath wafting against his chest?

Tentative; fearful he would wake her and she would headbutt him right in the face, he nuzzled his face into her lush ebony curls as he knew he shouldn’t. She smelled of morning dew on marigold’s bloom; like the freshness of the cotton sheets and the ozone in the air before rainfall. There was a sweet hint of vanilla on her skin, and Gods, she was soft against him; loose and relaxed with trust and faith. Her skin as warm as a summer day, the sound of her breathing muffled against him as she shifted as though to get closer; to climb into his ribcage.

Let her go, his mind demanded. Get out before it becomes too much. Before you’re pulled in any further. The loss will destroy you otherwise.

She slept so serenely now. He could recall her restless nature even now at the Temple; how she’d been struggling against invisible nightmares and horrors that gripped her. How could be possibly refuse her a moment of tranquility, even if it was with himself? Yes it was selfish to take any joy in this moment; in a moment not warranted for him, but it wasn’t just for him, was it? She had come to him asking for his presence; wanting of this feeling of protection she felt assured he offered.

The noblewoman sighed, rubbing her cheek just beneath his collarbone. A stillness took over him bodily; hoping she did not wake and scramble away from him. Not yet; just give him a moment more to pretend, to craft a memory so vivid from this moment that he might yet be able to find comfort within it long past his time here.

Amon gave a muted thanks to the Gods, and clutched her closer; swearing her felt a reflexive tightening of her own arms around him as he pressed his face into her locks. He peered wearily at the rising sun filtering in through the curtains, knowing that all too soon it would rouse her completely from her slumber and they would have to unweave from this nest they made together.

Gods help him, he prayed he could find a way to learn how to unweave his heartstrings from her unknowing grasp one day too, before he lost. Before leaving was such agony that he couldn’t bare it. Before he settled down here, watching her, wanting her, and witnessing her grow with someone else yet being unable to live with the idea of never seeing her again.

Maybe his father had been right about him all along.

He was just a pathetic boy, with a weak heart.

[summerblueringo]

Kimi's hair <3

[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)

[yasmeensh]

Angsty Neanderthal teenager and his blind little sister. I gave them names but I'm too timid to share yet lol. I'm developing their story arc far more than the main character's 😳 they took over my mind ever since I thought of them existing.

[alluringlittledeath]

Jaez Mood Board - Fictional Inspirations

Captain John Hart - Torchwood

Deadpool - DC

John Constantine - DC

Harley Quinn - DC

Blitzo - Helluva Boss

Lafayette - True Blood

The Master - Doctor Who

Holly Wood - Cool World

[yourflame]

from the moment he was born, silver was thrusted into a world he had no choice but to fight to survive. he's giving orphan, for sure. separated from his parents far too soon. he spent his young child years digging through the rubble and fighting for scraps. his powers and their origins, a mystery - nobody knows how or why, nor does silver.

the people of mobius and their knowledge of the chaos emeralds, the mysterious golden rings, or the ancient ruins from a time since past have warped and shifted. and unique abilities, they're rare to see in a mobian now-a-days. i like to think those special powers some mobians tend to have are a result of genetic mutation from exposure to chaos energy over thousands upon millions of years. with the flames of disaster burning the planet, finding the chaos emeralds again is nearly impossible to do, for anyone who isn't chaos sensitive.

in a lot can change in 200 years. a lot can be lost, especially when there's a catastrophic event that changes the lives of everyone. but if there's one thing that seems to always survive no matter how desolate things get, it's religion. you have silver, a striking white-furred hedgehog who can seemingly destroy things with his mind, you're going to kinda gain a following. at the very least, those remaining survivor groups are going to start talking. i like to think at some point in his early adolescence, silver was taken in by a small village-like group, shown kindness and hospitality for the first time, and soon became their protector. some people think he's an angel sent from the heavens to save them from iblis' wrath - and that's what they refer to him as, 'the angel'.

he met blaze, maybe a half year before the events of 06. and to clarify things, yes she was the blaze from the sol dimension/sonic rush. i haven't fully thought it out yet - but i'm going with the original writer's explanation that she had amnesia, and that's why she seemed like a blank slate the entire time/seemed vaguely intrigued by the mention of a blue hedgehog. something happened to displace her 200 years in the future of silver's world, and upon meeting him, the two became pretty close pretty fast. blaze was his impulse control, helped him keep a level head and think through situations without going in guns blazing - ironic considering just a game ago she would have done the same as him. over the course of 06, blaze started to reclaim her memories, and understood that the emeralds possessed the power to transcend dimensions if used a certain way.

[sins-of-the-sea]

//I dare you. I fucking dare you.

Try to steal the dragonskin from Giovanni. Then you will get to meet the true Sin of Greed of the Sea.

[clockwork---heart]

in which yang and weiss make sure blake eats

"You realize I can get out of this hold, right?"

Blake's voice comes after another forced--not really-- mouthful of food, cocking his head back to rest on Yang's chest and look up at her. While they all know this is true, they also know Yang also has his tail held firmly in her other hand. Something that she could do because harming Blake with malice in mind was never on the table, but as a punishment for not eating? Absolutely.

"I don't see it happening, Blake."

Weiss snorts as she raises the fork again, thinking the whole situation is actually incredibly funny. It is. Really, it is. Two of team RWBY ganging up on the third to force him to eat? Hilarious.

Especially when this is only happening because Yang had enough of Blake pulling the same thing on her. So she's got her tail pinning his legs together in a tight wrap and one arm around his midsection to keep his arm pinned and him from trying to escape.

"Just eat, you dork."

[metaphorical-goblin]

Does anyone have any book recs of like… queer parents? Two moms against the pta or something, or a dad making so many “trans-parent” dad jokes that his kids just combust

I haven’t looked very hard, myself, but I would just love some domestic family/relationship stuff :)

[qhostqizmo]

Love and Loss and Found Again

whoopsie doo, this is ur fault Ammy

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He opens his eyes, and all is bathed in a pale luminous glow. No identifying features stand out; the outline of trees that lack definition and color, buildings, roads. He isn't sure if it's just the realm in which he has found himself in, or if it's because of her.

Her presence; filled with color and vibrancy as he knew in life. Her expression; astonished to see him once more. There is no blood in her hair; no scars, no wounds, no discoloration or crusty pieces of her scales rotting off flesh. She is here, and she is just as captivating as he'd seen her in life.

The silence is deafening. Amon was never certain if he would see the sanctuary of this sort of afterlife- not after what sins he had committed and the silence that held his tongue for so many years. But even his questions on how or why were short-lived; a flash like a firefly blinking in the dark. If she was here, then this was paradise.

Without knowing he does so, the nobleman races for her. She does not move; wide-eyed and slack-jawed. When they collide it is rough; panicked, the wind knocked out of the both of them as he embraces her on impact, staggering. She wheezes against his chest out of breath, with fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Essatha," he breathes; her name like forgotten ambrosia's nectar on his tongue. Such a sweet sound; such perfection breathed into each syllable. He'd only spoken it with such loneliness for so long, now; ached with it, drowned in it.

"You're here," the sorceress rasps. Her voice is both staggering with emotion, and gasping in the strength of his arms wrapped so tightly around her. "You're here-- but you shouldn't be here, it's too soon-"

A broken and harsh choking sound escapes the Lord as he buries his face in her hair. "It was too soon for you, too. The world lost something grand, and beautiful, and exquisite the day it lost you. I was lost, without you."

No longer does he know if he's shaking like a life, or if she is, or if they both are simply too overwhelmed that their limbs and ribcages have tuned to the same overpowering force. His sobs become hers-- or maybe it's the other way around. They lost. They found. They lost again- and found, even here. Even now.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Don't," she hushes; voice softer and sweeter than any songbird melody. "Don't. Don't tell me you're sorry. Don't be sorry for things we couldn't control; for events we couldn't rewind."

"I should have protected you better," Amon mumbles; the guilt even now like lead in his chest.

"You did. You did, m'lord you aren't to blame for what happened to me, you never were. You did everything right; everything you should have, everything you could. I don't blame you. Please don't blame yourself. Please."

Heavy, agonizing moans tore through Amon's throat as he clutched to her with everything he had. He knew better than to think he deserved her, after he failed her so totally, but she didn't just forgive him-- she never put the blame he so rightfully deserved on his shoulders. As much as he wanted her to be furious with him; he wanted her to upset, or hurt; he was relieved by her generosity; her compassion. His Essie, still too good for him; kind, considerate, seeing the best in him, seeing the shades of gray in scenarios he insisted were black and white. After all: he was a failure, a weak boy, and a monster; a killer- but she never stopped insisting on the good in him, on his heart, on his spirit being unwavering.

"I missed you. I was lost without you."

"I know, beloved, I know. But this… this may not be your end-"

"I won't go back," the Briarton Lord sobbed. He heaved for oxygen, burying her into his ribcage, into his skin. He wanted her closer; needed her closer; needed her in the safety of his arms and in his heart forever.

"I'm never letting you go again."

Her breathing shuddered, in and out. "But Amon-"

The desperation in her voice made him whimper, pathetic, needy. A hiccup shook his chest as he peeled himself off her just enough to look her in the eye- hers such as bloodshot as he expected his own to appear.

"Essie; my Essie," he crooned, shaking on each breath, "I could have been a race with lifespan to last a millenia, and it would still have been worthless without you in it. The life I had been leading before you was no life at all; walking from point A to point B, trying to uphold a family legacy, mechanical, desolate, meaningless. It held no value. I was pointless. I looked after my people, and the Emerald Expanse, but anyone could have done that. I had nothing- I was nothing.*"

"I know that look, darling- please let me finish, I beg you. I know you would want me to go on. I'm selfish, I'm stupid- I'll be any kind of fool the world wants to call me, I don't care. I want you. I only want to be with you- I have missed you in every way, in every day; in the ruddy evening sunlight, in the bed we'd share, in the place by my side. I saw you in every sunrise; I longed for your touch in ever triumph and failure; that warm reassurance, that soft smile. Gods you're so beautiful, I feel as if i've forgotten every fond crinkle by your eyes when you smile-"

He reached for her cheek and Essatha shuddered, a fresh spring of tears meeting his palm as he cupped her face. The heat of her beneath his touch; the softness of his skin, it was all the same here as it had been in life. Bright, like a sun going supernova.

She turned into his hand to kiss his wrist. He wiped at the wetness beneath those golden butterscotch eyes, a dull throbbing in his heart. How he hated to see her cry; it mattered not the reason, tears did not belong in his beautiful gentle Essatha's eyes.

"I want to be with you," Amon murmured. "*I need you. I- I love you, Ess'. I could operate the Emerald Expanse; I could move through a daze in life doing as I'm needed, as I'm told; doing what's best and good but it's not what I want. I want you- I wanted you there Essie; I wanted you there for all of it. I want to live for myself a life *worth* living, and without you there… Without you- holding your hand, balancing my flaws, encouraging me, living with me…"

His throat jumped, swallowing.

"I would have married you, if you'd have taken me."

"… Why not, now?" she asked; voice faint and soft as she peered into his gaze through her long lashes.

Breath hitching, Amon trembled from head to foot. "M-… Marry you?"

She nooded, lips slightly parted.

"I love you, Amon."

Like himself, she had said it so simply; effortlessly. It was as wonderous and enchanting as the way she said his name; matching it in euphoria.

He should have asked first-- he'd laugh with embarrassement and berate himself later-- but the nobleman leaned in as he cradled her cheek, both tender and protective, and kissed her with delicate yet loving passion.

And to his delight, she reciprocated with a measure of equal enthusiasm and tender heat, wanting of him.

"I need you, too," she mouthed against him; her words barely audible even pressed nose to nose. "I would have come back to you, if I could have."

A grunt escaped him; his lips ghosting against the suppleness of her own. "I have you again, in my arms. Let me love you if- if you'll have me-"

"Always. Always and forever, my beloved m'lord Amon."

Her lord. Her beloved.

Feeling as though he was being strangled; so full of emotions surging and ebbing in hope, anguish, elation, hurt, comfort-- Amon tugged her in once more, meeting her in the middle with exact shades of adoration, and respect, and love he'd always wanted to share with her in life; listening to the sharp inhale of anticipation through her mouth before he claimed her in another kiss.

His. His darling Essatha, back in his arms, where she belonged.

[imaginepostingonsideblogs]

i love the fact cas keeps getting depicted as a master manipulator bc like.

LADIES. IS THIS YOUR MAN.

[captainderyn]

My World Is You (3/4)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Wulfwryn/Raenor

Additional Tags: Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, emotional distress, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The path to save Raenor takes Wulfwryn into Lothlorien and into uncertain territory that is the elves of Lothlorien and dwarves in Moria working together. But her goal remains singularly focused, leaving little room for anything else.

LINK TO READ

Excerpt:

Wulfwryn stumbled outside. 

Into sunlight, so bright after the dark halls and feeble lanterns of Moria that she saw nothing but brilliant, blinding white  for several moments. She careened forward in staggering steps, forearm shielding her eyes as she blinked rapidly. 

Giant dwarven statues flanked her, standing guard over the gaping entrance into the mines. She stumbled to a halt as her eyes adjusted, still blinking rapidly. 

Her knees hit the soft, crumbly earthen path, her arms hanging lip at her sides. Long sprigs of grass brushed her knuckles. 

The Anduin snaked through the trees, happily gurgling along its carved path. Just behind her, the waterfall that bridged the Bruinen from the Misty Mountains to here purred as it poured from high in the mountain ridge. 

It was quiet. 

It was peaceful. 

Swathes of golden trees flourished as far as her eye could see, catching and displacing the sunlight into a canopy that seemed to glow from within.  

Wulfwryn gave one shuddering breath, then another. 

Her eyes burned and she hefted one arm, so heavy, to swipe away tears that poured down her cheeks. 

This place wasn’t somewhere her dirty, scuffed boots should touch. This was no place for her sharpened sword and heavy shield. 

Gazing upon the canopy of Lothlorien, Wulfwryn finally saw the images Raenor tried to paint for her with his words in his songs and stories. Of the ethereal beauty he wove melodies into tapestries about.  

[theratboyking]

"Softly Into The Night" teaser:

So here's the thing, the yule/Christmas one shot I was writing had turned into like and actual idea and I actually ended up writing a whole like three parts and still have more I want to do with it. I will be posting the first two parts on Sunday. I plan to have at least one chapter out every Sunday, but who knows school is gonna be starting up again but figures crossed. So I am here to give everyone a preview of the first chapter/prologue of my new series "Softly Into The Night."

Throwing my bag on the rack I keep by the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on… Nothing. I groan, flipping the switch a couple times just for safe measure. Well shit. The darkness I was met with did little to help with the fear I was already feeling, mentally punching myself. I could have sworn I paid the electric bill. Today just keeps getting better and better. Quietly I removed my shoes, cautiously beginning my way to the living room. I hesitate right before I enter, almost convinced that someone would be sitting waiting for me. Even if  there is, there is no way I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I take a deep breath bracing myself. As fast as I could I rounded the corner ready to fight any possible intruder, only to be met with the sight of my empty couch and TV. There was no sign anyone had broken in. Just like out there, everything is exactly how it was when I left this morning. Ok, maybe I am just paranoid. Just the effects of having a bad day today, that's what it has to be. Relaxing with every small step I take to my room, laughing nervously as I go. I just need to go to bed. I have to be at work in less than six hours and I still need to take a shower. I continue to make my way to my room lost in my thoughts.

“Hello, my dear.” A low infernal rumble surrounded me, sounding as if it was fading in and out of the silence of the room it was trapped in. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes go wide as realization dawns on me… I was not alone.

Oh fuck.

 I twisted around to see the figure that somehow went unnoticed. I stumbled back towards, falling when I tripped over the coffee table. The scream that left my body sounded like it came out of a horror film as I tried to make it to my feet. This is it. This is how I’m gonna die isn't it? I could see what looked like blue flames floating in the darkness of the hallway I had come from. Oh fuck.

Fuck, I am not about to die letting my mom be right. Regaining my balance I look around desperately trying to find a way to escape or at least defend myself. He took up the space of the hallway that led to my door. I couldn't run. I couldn't go out the window either, I lived on the seventh and my building's fire escape couldn't handle my weight being so unkept. I couldn’t escape. Fighting it is. Grabbing the lamp from the coffee table, I bring myself to a fighting possession ready to defend myself from the intruder. I stood my ground, I would not show whoever this is the satisfaction. My display seemed to amuse him, a deep chuckle emerging from the hallway, the two blue orbs getting brighter the closer he got. He entered soon after, filling the room with his impossible form, the moonlight from the window draped his figure with each step he took towards me. 

He was abnormally tall and his body was unnaturally thin. It was the massive pair of wings stretching from his back that seemed to take up the most space. They looked like they had almost been scorched, the bottoms glowing with dying flames. His face was almost too perfect, skin impossibly smooth like it had never seen a blemish a day in its life. His eyes danced with blue flames,  piercing into my very soul, lips stretched in a gentle smile. His gaze held something familiar about it, like he knew everything there is to know about me, all my deepest darkest secrets. His hair almost looked like starlight casted a halo around his head, coming to rest halfheartedly around his shoulders. His body seemed to flare around him, not really looking like it had a shape to it.  The abnormally perfect skin poking out marking the distinct shapes of where his arms and legs should be, speaks of silver shining throughout the black void that made up the rest of his body. His movement was unnaturally smooth, making his body appear almost motionless as he made his way to me. He was unsettling to look at but it was impossible to look away. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to mom. He came to a stop in front of me, looking from my face to my makeshift weapon. The void that was his body taking up more space as he scratched what looked like his hand, gently taking the lamp from my hand. I couldn't seem to put up a fight, my body refusing to move in his presence. He looked at it in amusement before placing it back where it went. His gaze turns back to my eyes. My breath catches in my throat. 

“You’ll have to do better than this if you truly wish to stand a chance against me my darling.” His voice is low and smooth like honey sounding like each word would build on itself hanging heavy in the air until it faded out. Amusement and wonder making its way to what should be his face, almost waiting to see what I would do next. Who does this creature think he is? Was he toying with me before it ended me? A sick display for his amusement? I refuse to play his game. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with.” my voice cold, my anger rising with each passing moment. He seemed confused by my statement, head tilting to the side  “Kill you? No, I am not here to kill you.” He pauses, bowing his head, “I am simply here to meet the daughter who was stolen from me.”

[stickbugfan72]

i cant sleep but i hope your dreams are comforting and that you can fly and its fun. i hope you wake up in the morning and smile because i was there again. I hope you dont mind that im not beside you in the daylight. I hope I can welcome you back tomorrow night and that we kiss and hug and you can still feel the warmth when you get up to brush your teeth without me.

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"alt!"

Sheik's hands turn the blade around, studying the edge and the man sitting across the room from him. Dark's whole frame was curled into the mat, wings folded around his body protectively while he tried to get some rest while he could.

His ears flick upright, listening to Dark's breathing grow staggered, likely trapped in a nightmare. For several seconds, the sheikah doesn't move, considers his options. But Sheik was too kind. He sheathes the blade and gets to his feet, padding across the barren room to Dark's side. The darkling doesn't react to the closeness of his friend, deep enough in sleep that the intrusion isn't noticed. That's fine by Sheik, he hated worrying the darkling. Hated seeing him worried or upset. It's why he fights so much to get him treated at least decently. It's why he spends time here in the tower, rather than out amongst his own people.

Sheik's hand touches Dark's back gingerly, careful not to push on his wings or disturb his rest. Just enough contact to sooth the nerves.

"Sleep easy."

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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