#tlk tober

[tsukkinami]

Humans had a saying. Mess with the bull and get the horns. Well, Harpies had a saying, too. Mess with a Harpy and die.

FINALLY got around to my own tlktober submission using the prompt list i made at the start of the month. I rolled Stiorra, harpy, night, and alluring.

Big shoutout to all the people so far who have been making content, you’re amazing!! Hoping to more from you all (and myself) in the future <3

[vermilionskiinmorning]

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ!

TLK-Tober/Sihtric/Fairy/Wilderness/Alluring

I am so in love with this roll even though I’ve never done a piece focused on Sihtric. This ended up being more alluring/creepy, but what’re you gonna do? mildly nsfw  (gif credit to stardust-pond)

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The faintest touch, cool and light against her cheek. It was there a moment and then it was gone again with a rustle of leaves. Her fingers curled into the damp earth clenching it in a fist. A soft breath of frustration passed her lips as she tried to open her eyes. It was difficult. They felt so heavy.

“Oh!”

She grumbled softly, struggling to lift her lids. Her dismay seemingly causing whoever spoke amusement as they let out a slight chuckle. Only the slightest crunch told her this stranger stepped toward her again.

“Wake Filigeth.” A soft, man’s voice, accented strangely.

With great effort, she finally managed to blink a few times even then her vision blurred. In the time it took them to adjust all she could see was green, darkness, and a shadow above. It seemed to loom over her. Hastily as things came into focus, she scrambled away drawing herself into a ball with her chin tucked between her knees.

The shadow disappeared. All the green transformed before her bleary eyes to numerous trees -a kind which she had never seen- with their many leaves and branches illuminated by silvery moonlight. Light which appeared much brighter in the small clearing without the shadow to block it out. She looked for the shadow again, but it was gone. As she searched the clearing she began to notice other things as well; a fine blanket of mist hung above the grass, there were no stars in the sky above, and she heard none of the usual night creatures -no chirp of a cricket, hoot of an owl, nor scampering beasts. Wariness began to grow in her mind the longer the strange silence wore on.

“H-hello?” she called though she was fearful of what may respond.

Quick light steps echoed through the trees to her left. She snapped her head in their direction, desperately seeking through the darkness. Instantly they stopped. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she unfolded her knees from her chest and rose slowly to her feet still looking in the direction the ruckus had come from. The moment she stood she heard the steps again, this time behind her. Her heart leapt into her throat and she spun to face them.

“Who’s there?” Thankfully, her voice came out stronger than she felt.

That voice again. “Filigeth.”

She swallowed dryly. “Th-That’s not my name.”

A single deliberate step sounded before her and suddenly she could see the outline of a tall lithe man still just barely hidden in shadow by the leaves high above.

“Isn’t it?” His tone would have been soothing were it not for how unfamiliar and other worldly his voice and words sounded. “Little bird…?”

About to open her mouth and tell him her name she hesitated. Her brow creased as her lips turned down into a frown. She flushed. Could she truly have forgotten her own name?

“See?” As he spoke the word he stepped out into the light.

And at the sight of him, she let out an involuntary gasp for she had never seen anyone so beautiful; locks of silky raven black hair, luminescent hazel eyes that sparkled with unconcealed mirth, a sharp jaw, fine nose, and flawless pale skin. Unconsciously she took a step back in her shock. Her reaction only caused him to smile which if possible, made him even more devastating to look upon.

“Do not fear Filigeth.” His voice so quiet it met hear ears almost like a whisper on the wind.

“I…I’m not afraid.”

He took several steps toward her though oddly they made no noise -despite the fact she saw a leaf crunch underfoot. His gaze was intense for he did not look away as he drew near within an arms-length of her. She had to force herself not to shy away again from his gaze or presence. Everything about the stranger before her was so consuming -drawing her in but at the same time so stifling it made her wish to pull away.

He gave a barely perceptible nod as he came to a stop. “No. You are not.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“You, my Filigeth, may call me Sihtric.”

Confused, she asked. “Is that not your name?”

“It is a name which I should like you to call me,” he replied conciliatorily. “Is Filigeth not your name?”

Flustered, she frowned less sure than before. “I do not think so.”

“Do you not know?”

Tears sprang to her eyes at his questioning. “I-I do not remember…”

So swiftly that she hardly had the chance to breathe, Sihtric closed the distance between them. Tilting his head, he looked down into her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he raised a finger to her lips. His foreign presence felt like it had wrapped itself around her as intimate as a lover’s embrace rendering her incapable of looking away. Sihtric’s finger trailed from her lips to gently wipe the single tear that escaped her eye. Looking at it oddly for the briefest second, Sihtric brought the tear to his lips and tasted it. Though she felt it was a strange thing to do, she could voice no protest hypnotized as she was by his hazel eyes at such a proximity. 

“Sihtric?”

He shushed her soothingly. “You shall be my Filigeth.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, the word echoed. Filigeth…Filigeth…You shall be my…Filigeth. And her own voice was there as well. Please! Sobs of anguish. Please just…just make it go away! Go…away.

A light pressure on her lips and her eyes flew open without her having realized they had closed. Sihtric’s lips brushed against her own in a gentle kiss. She felt dazed though she was quite unsure whether it was only from the kiss or the voices in her mind.

“Kiss me,” Sihtric murmured against her lips.

Unable to stop herself, her eyes fell closed once more. She drew in an audible breath as he brushed his lips against her’s again. He was smiling into the kiss as his cool fingers trailed along her arm up the side of her neck to cradle her jaw in his palm. Even as she melted within his kiss the voices still rang in her mind.

Make it go away! Please! Please…

Sobbing.

Sweet Filigeth…my Filigeth. Come.

His body was flush against her’s. Insistent, pressing were his lips and she yielded to him without a fight. Possessive hands ran licentiously over her body grasping at every part of her within his reach. She did not bother to resist the moan which built in her throat as Sihtric’s hand found her breast. His smirk was evident as he moved his mouth down along her jaw and she clutched at his shoulders. With his free hand he hooked an arm under her leg to wrap it around his waist eliminating any remaining space between then.

She could feel him acutely against her most sensitive area involuntarily, quirming causing a low groan to reverberate in his chest and his hips to jerk. The hand which kneaded her breast faltered before he took it away. She whined. Sihtric chuckled but did not pause in his move to lift her other leg so both were secured around his waist. With a firm hold on her he sank down to his knees on the grass and laid her down beneath him. Her hair spread in a halo around her head and she stared into Sihtric’s hazel eyes almost unblinking.

No! Her own voice cried in her mind. Go, go away…please...please.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, but it evaporated the moment Sihtric brushed his thumb over her cheek. He was smiling reverently at her.

I just want it to go away. It hurts. Make it go away…

What is your name?

“Filigeth.” He said as if answering his own question which rang in her mind.

She could not help smiling back at him.

“Sihtric.”

He hummed pleasantly and leaned in to kiss her. A ghost of the passion he’d exhibited not a minute ago seared through her even at the conversely gentle kiss he bestowed just then.

Eadflæd! I am Eadflæd!

Eadflæd tensed suddenly. Sihtric noticed immediately and withdrew to look down at her. Whatever he saw seemed to please him because he still smiled gently at her.

“What is it, little bird?” he asked.

“That’s not my name…”

Sihtric tilted his head and it was as if she were looking up again at the shadow which had originally frightened her. The light of the moon behind him, her laying prone upon the ground, and him hovering over her.

“What is your name?” Sihtric asked inexplicably.

What is your name? Echoed he echoed in her mind. Filigeth. It was his voice still which seemed to whisper it directly into her ear though she saw him perched above her.

“Eadflæd…” she whispered.

“So you say…,” Sihtric said his tone taking on a contemptuous lilt.

“But I didn’t.”

“You did.” And when he spoke again it was in her own voice. “Please. Make it stop. It hurts. I just want it to go away.”

She was frozen as Sihtric studied her.

“And I asked your name. You told me you were Eadflæd of Wessex,” he said simply.

“Am I not still?” Eadflæd asked, fearing his answer.

“No. You gave me your name, sweet Filigeth,” Sihtric replied, a joyful sparkle gleaming in his eyes. “And so, the name and it’s previous owner, are mine.”

And somehow, she knew it to be true.

[geekandbooknerd]

Avenge - Angel Finan X Reader

A/N: Oh man this was fun! Part of me doesn't know whether to carry on with this or not so you'll have to let me know! This is my entry for the TLK-Tober fest and aaaaaaahhhhh!!!

Warnings: None... I don't think haha

What the dice rolled: Finan, Angel, Moon / Night & Alluring

The Last Kingdom Masterlist

"Get back inside the walls! Retreat!"

No one was listening to your father shouting at the men and women defending the barracks but no one was listening.

No one wanted to listen.

"Father!"

"Get inside the walls Y/N, this is no place for you."

"They are my people. Of course, I am going to..."

You swung your sword, blocking an attack before ducking down, your sword going up into the man's groin.

"My people are fighting, I'm fighting."

"There might not be many people left by the time this is over." Your father grumbled, shouting orders for the defence line.

You looked up at the night sky, the stars were twinkling, the moon bright. A gorgeous night like this mocked what was happening down below.

The demon King was back; his realm down into the depths of hell had finally come to the surface. The last time this had happened, had been nearly 300 years ago. You thought you'd never get to see this again but you'd trained for it, waiting, just in case.

The seer had laughed when the questions had been asked if this was going to happen again. You thought he'd been laughing at the stupidness of the question but he'd been laughing because of what he knew.

The Demon King hadn't surfaced yet though, just sent his army, those who followed him, hiding in the shadows.

They rose him with the dark magics, the ones that weren't allowed to be used any more.

"We need a miracle to survive this." You heard one of the soldiers say and you turned to where the temple was; its tall spiked turret the only thing that was visible right now. Everything seemed to slow, the screams and shouts around you dulling.

When you looked to the stars, they seemed to wink at you in agreement.

"Father. I know what to do." You said, pulling on his arm.

"Unless you have hidden magic Y/N, no one can help us."

"The temple."

"They don't listen to us anymore." Your father shook his head but something was telling you to go, whispering in your ear that it was the right thing to do.

Without listening to anything else your father might say, you turned and ran, jumping over fallen bodies, skidding onto the floor and spinning on your knees to lash out at one of the dark sorcerers.

They seemed to know where you were going, tried to block your path but you didn't stop; you dodged, jumped, spun, running faster until you got to the temple doors.

You lifted the clasp, pushing the doors open before slamming they shut. You put the big heavy latch back into place and you turned to the alter.

You'd only have a few moments before they knew what you were doing. Your father said they didn't answer to you anymore but that was a lie.

If they didn't listen, if no one listened, then this wouldn't be happening right now.

It wasn't the Gods and Goddesses you'd be praying to though, oh no.

It was something else.

You pointed your sword down into the slab by the alter hard, the point finding its way into the tiny dip in the concrete.

The slab cracked and fissured, tiny splits running around you into it broke.

You pulled the bits away, reaching down to find the blade you wanted.

Golden handle, golden sword. The light that came from it made the room around you glow.

The Nephilim Blade.

It would hold the doors closed a little while longer, the borrowed magic from the blade was seeping into your skin, the magic reverberating towards the doors.

"Oh, blade of glorious light,

Here my plea in our darkest plight,

The demons of darkness have come to us with fear and fight,

We need you now to smite,

To send them back into the darkest night."

You waited for something to happen, anything, but nothing seemed to come from the blade. You said the words, the words you'd memorised for years just in case this happened.

And now; nothing.

The doors started pounding, the hinges and lock holding it together slowly coming undone the more magic was forced into it.

You stood your ground, pulling the blade out in front of you, ready to go down fighting as the doors burst open and in came a swarm of dark sorcerers and their soldiers.

You got ready to swing the sword, your final stand being made here, in the temple when a light so bright momentarily blinded you and you shielded your eyes.

Blinking a few times, you saw a mass of black and grey feathers, the wingspan wide and long, the breeze from the flapped wings nearly blowing you off your feet.

"If you could pass me the blade, Princess."

His voice; thick, Irish. An accent you hadn't heard of for a long long time.

He turned his head to you and you were stunned by the handsome sight in front of you, your eyes going wide as you took him in; Sleeveless green tunic showing off muscled arms. A few scars on them from where he must have fought many battles. Armbands covering his wrists, trousers tucked into boots, sword belt hanging around his waist.

"Now isn't the time to marvel princess. You summoned me, I've got work to do. The blade?"

You tossed him the blade, seeing the grin on his face as he turned back to those in front of him.

"I haven't had a good fight in centuries..."

You watched as body twisted and turned like a true warrior, blocking and stabbing as though he'd been trained by a great master himself.

The blade shone brighter the more people he took down and when the last one trying to get into the temple perished, he turned towards you, grinning.

"Now that was fun. Any more I should be aware of?"

"Wait. I... You heard my plea? But..."

"You were expecting one of the angels with shining bright white wings and the halo shining above their head?"

"I... I didn't know what to expect..." You stammered and he walked towards you, your back hitting the wall.

"You summoned me in anger Princess, you got an avenging angel, not one of those made with pure goodness."

You were momentarily stunned. Standing this close to him, seeing the plushness of his lips, the darkness of his eyes, that thick, luscious hair...

Alluring as hell.

"They... They need us out there..." You gulped and you felt his lips lightly brush your jaw.

"I'm on my way, Princess. You are just very very distracting..."

You heard screaming coming from outside and you pushed him from you, walking to the door. You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed you.

"They need you out there..."

"Use my name and tell me what to do."

"I don't know your name!" You frustratingly shouted at him.

"It's Finan."

"Well then Finan, go out there and avenge my people."

He grinned at you, flicking the blade in his hand before it flared to life.

"Whatever you say, Princess."

You watched him fly up into the air before landing down in front of your army.

You were mesmerised with the power he exuded.

Grabbing your sword, you ran off to join your father, shouting at the lines of men and women to straighten up, stand tall and above all, be brave.

Finan nodded at you as he heard your words, the light in his eyes shining at the prospect of this fight.

"On my order; charge!" You shouted...

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