#golden like daylight

[aernx]

꧔ LIKE DAYLIGHT — ! (성훈)

you realize other shades of love exists as your relationship with sunghoon blossoms

꒰ genre ꒱ super super fluffly my single heart broke to pieces as i write this 😭😭

ÆRIN’S NOTES ✮ — inspired by mother’s song daylight ☀️ this has been sitting in my drafts for months it’s literally collecting dust ㅠㅠ. Hope u guys enjoy!! I’m glad i finally got more inspo to write this!!

You can hear the rain pour from a distance. Droplets of water rapidly colliding upon rough concrete, soaking the road with rainwater.

Though, even with the upsetting weather of the outside world, the two of you remain coddled underneath the warmth of your shared blanket. Heating the coldness of the outside world with the heat of your bodies.

Before Sunghoon, you never really thought much about the concept of love. Just hearing them from the descriptions of your closest kins, telling you how love was burning red, full of passion and lit with desires.

But now, as you lay against the warmth of your lover, you realize yourself. How love wasn’t always burning red, like how your friend described. Sometimes love can be orange, filled with childlike glee and innocence. Sometimes it can be blue, full of compassion and trust.

Yet those colors haven’t quite describe “love” for you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon shows his love for you with enamoring light. A light so bright that it shines even the darkest of your days. Just like how the sun blesses the morning glory, showering the earth with rays of light, and emitting warmth to the environment below. Sunghoon showers you with such praises as well reassurance. The warmth from his heart that slowly fills you in as well as you feel his presence near.

To you, love portrays as something else. Love isn’t burning red, orange, nor blue. But love is golden, just like daylight.

© aernx 2023 / do not steal, copy, translate — hope you enjoy my works! and let me know if you have any suggestions !

[little-lovett]

lucy barker. that’s all 🥹⛅️🍯🤱🏼💛

[lockscreenxd]

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[vnzndt]

☼.⋆｡𖤓 °˖ you gotta step into the daylight

and let it go, just let it go ⋆｡ ☼.⋆｡𖤓 °˖

[kexing]

My magic power today is nothing compared to the power of great love that makes me a braver person.

[paracosmicat]

Proof (via my friends response to me) that I was freaking out about @anna-scribbles work in 2022 and I’m STILL freaking out about @anna-scribbles work in 2024

[theostrophywife]

can we please get some rhys fluff?

daylight.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you i don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you i've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night and now I see daylight

author's note: i'm such a simp for rhys it's not even funny. just think about cuddling a soft, sleepy rhys after a night out and tell me you don't want to scream into the void. song inspiration: daylight by taylor swift.

The moon’s glow kissed your mate’s sleeping form with its silver light and enveloped Rhysand in glorious night.

You paused in the doorway, heels in your hand as you admired the High Lord with a small smile. It was nearly dawn when you finally stumbled out of Rita’s from your monthly girl’s night out. You thanked the Mother for giving you the ability to winnow because you sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to survive the ten minute walk home. Especially not in the tiny little dress and ridiculously high heels that Mor had talked you into wearing. 

Regardless, it had been a fun outing. But as the bruised violet skies made way for spears of sunlight, you were more than glad to be home. 

You padded softly across the wooden floor and slipped into bed as quietly as you could, trying your best not to wake your sleeping mate. Rhys was all but dead to the world, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Propping your head up on one arm, you took the opportunity to admire him in all his glory. 

When he was awake, Rhysand was all seductive smiles and sultry gazes and while you certainly appreciated the sensuality that seemed to pour out of him with effortless grace, you’d come to love this softer side of him even more. There was something about these unguarded moments when he was sprawled across the bed, his large body nearly taking up half the mattress as he laid on his stomach, those dark lashes fluttering against his cheekbones, his soft lips slightly parted, raven hair sticking up in different directions as he cuddled against the pillow, his body half-turned to where you usually lay as if he'd sought you out even in his sleep, that made your heart absolutely ache. 

It had taken a long time for Rhys to allow himself to be vulnerable like this. When you were first mated, he was often plagued by nightmares, so much so that he rarely slept and spent the night staring at the ceiling. You’d woken up countless times to find him observing you, his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your skin, to remind himself that he was here, he survived, and he had fought for this life with you. You remembered taking him into your arms and holding him, whispering that this was real. That it was safe to sleep because you’d still be there in the morning. 

Night after night, you chased away those dark memories together. The nightmares came fewer and farther in between and now Rhysand could sleep through the night without even waking. Tears welled in your eyes as you reached out to caress his cheek. You were so proud of him. 

This brilliant, selfless, resilient male that you were lucky enough to call your mate. Your heart squeezed in your chest and the emotions poured out of you in waves. You loved him so much that it was impossible to contain. That devotion rippled through your bond and made that connection sparkle in your soul. 

Rhysand’s lashes fluttered, skimming the tops of his cheeks as he sleepily blinked up at you. Those violet eyes greeted you like the starkissed night and a slow grin crept across his handsome face. Wordlessly, he tugged you towards him. 

You chuckled as Rhys cuddled against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. 

“Did you have fun?” he murmured sleepily. His body was warm as he pressed you against him, his arm snaking possessively around your waist.

“I did,” you confirmed, twining your fingers through his silky locks. “But I think I owe Rita a new chandelier.” Rhys raised a brow in response, waiting for an explanation. “It’s a long story.”

Your mate only chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but I might be willing to risk Mor’s wrath and steal you from your friends the next time they try to take my mate away from me.” 

“I was only gone for a few hours.”

Rhys pouted, his lips brushing against your neck. “It was a few hours too many,” he said as he tangled your legs together. “I missed you, darling.”

“My needy, clingy mate,” you teased, poking his nose. Rhys responded by digging his fingers into your side, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. You swatted his hand away and stuck out your tongue. “I missed you too, Rhys.”

Just as daylight streamed in through the windows, Rhysand smiled. A full, bright smile that put the rising sun to shame. 

“I’m here,” you whispered. You hadn’t said the words in a long time. Not since the nightmares stopped. But with the dawn of a new day, you felt like it was important to remind Rhys how far he’d come. 

How far you've both come.

You weren't just mates. Rhys was your friend, your lover, your anchor to reality when the world fell into chaos. He was the other half of your soul. Your love for each other was a story written in the stars.

Violet eyes filled with emotion as you held him against you. “You’re here,” he repeated. 

“This is real.” 

Rhys caressed your cheek, anchoring himself to the present. “This is real.”

“And we made it, against all odds." You fought and clawed and bled your way to this moment. Just so you could find each other. You would've done it all over again for your mate. "We made it.”

“We made it, darling.”

Your mate kissed your forehead, the gesture soft and intimate. He opened up the bond and let his emotions spill out over the connection. Rhysand felt cared for and loved. That warm light grew in your heart, twining your very existence with his. All of that love and devotion washed over you like a flood as Rhys let you in. In your arms, your mate knew that he was safe and sound. You held back the tears as you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Rhys.”

“I love you, darling.”

[starryemeralds]

insert legally obligated “daylight” lyrics here🖤💛

[accio-victuuri]

yizhan double 11 fan edit by 十三度- // loving him was red.

[ltpolari]

a cutie in golden / daylight mv

[loveisalwaystheanswer]

Peaky Blinders | S03E02

[duahauuoplanh]

Guwon x Sarang and nature 🌿

[taylorrepdetective]

She’s really something.

[its-been-you-all-along]

henry’s insta - alex’s return home

[madisoncounty]

i really thought i was 100% over ted lasso & had fully purged it from my life/brain... i regret to inform everyone that that was a lie

[malkaleh]

Tommy and Mihrimah on a date? Or just hanging out after they’re married?

Tommy courts her as though she is already a Queen, but yet his equal without any thought - it is not something he grants her, but merely something he treats as given. He talks to her of the business of ruling, of governance and of ‘them’ and ‘our’ and that, that is a courting that she has never thought to have before - it thrills her, that of course he never thinks she will not attend Privy Council meetings, will not understand.

He courts her in the way she wishes - and that is also the way he courts her as though she is the most precious. He builds a hamam for her, commissions books and brings her favourite flowers to England. When they had been children he had bought her little bouquets from the garden and now, now as they are grown he brings her gardens entire, brings their people gardens and schools and roads and a thousand other things.

Mihrimah looks at this man, asleep on her chest, this precious spring dawn of hers and thinks, I would burn the world to ash if any hurt comes to him.