Lanidaseal

Nightmares. Little More Than Memories That Haunt One's Sleep.

The room is dark, quiet—peaceful, for once. The air is still, the faint hum of distant city life outside

Forever Puppy Love.

The door slams open. Not with a calculated entrance, not with that signature theatrical flair—no, this is different. This is desperate. Disheveled.

Was He Really That Oblivious!?

Hal leans against the console in the Watchtower, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, watching. He tells himself he’s just observing, just passi

The Love Bug Bites.

Kurt is perched atop one of the beams in the X-Mansion’s main hall, half-hidden behind a shadowed archway, tail curling absently around the wooden

A Beauty That Is Untamed.

The quiet murmur of the river flows beneath the crisp night air, stars scattered across the heavens like distant embers. Legolas moves with p

His. Entirely, Undeniably, Absolutely His.

The dim glow of candlelight flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows that stretch and coil in the quiet. The a

The Kings Arrival Brings One Extra Stag.

The halls of Winterfell are alive with movement, filled with the hum of voices and the weight of expectation that comes with r

Getting Your Nails Done? I Got An Idea!

“You should get your nails painted the same color as my tip.”

The words were low, murmured against your neck, his warm br

A Small Comfort in Such A Cold Place.

Winterfell is shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere, the shadows of the Boltons casting a chilling gloom over the once-warm castle

Returning From The Hunt.

The stone halls of Winterfell hum with quiet life, the flickering glow of the hearth casting long shadows against the walls. Outside, the wind