And you have no idea how many times I've gasped or just had my brain short circuit at something you or an Anon wrote.

I just had to say how much I love the way you write him, it's amazing

Love ya! (As much as one can love an author online 😊 )

Here, have this. It’s been in my drafts forever. I may do more with it at some point.

you'd been marked at birth as chosen

a birthmark shaped like a crescent moon rests above your heart

they tell you someday, when you're ready, the God of Night will come down from the heavens to make you his herald

you spend your life preparing for that day, waiting

as you grow older, you grow stronger but also more alone

no one wants to be near the herald for fear of punishment

so you spend most of your time by yourself, sitting out in the grass, speaking up to the night sky

you don't know if he can hear you, you don't even know if he's real

but it helps, to feel like someone is listening

then one day, when you have grown into your adulthood, there is an eclipse

it's unlike any you've seen before, it darkens the entire sky and you know

they escort you to the top of a mountain near the city where a large temple sits, practically among the stars themselves

you wait

and wait

perhaps it was all nonsense from the start, maybe there were no gods watching down over humanity

perhaps they are there but the God of Night has decided you are not worthy

tears spring to your eyes before you can stop them

and then he's there, kneeling down and wiping your tears

somehow, he looks exactly as you had imagined, almost like maybe you'd seen him in a dream

he pulls you into an embrace, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and it feels right, it feels like coming home for the first time

"I've waited a long time for this, my star."

the God of Night looks at you with something close to reverence

"I've been so alone," you whisper into the quiet and he smiles, cupping your face

"You were never alone, my star. I was always there, watching over you, listening when you spoke to me"

I love pet names/terms of endearment. I give each character at least one unique nickname for them to use along with the more generics. These are my faovrite ones.

Murdock

little flower

petal

darling

Actor

my love

leading love (specifically for a former DA character)

Dark

dear heart

my love

darling

little monster (specifically for a former DA character)

Night

starlight

star

my keeper

Host

songbird

my voice in the darkness (specifically for a former DA character)

Damien

little monster (obviously)

my heart

Omg ur right.

"We can't do this anymore."

Night frowns. "I don't understand, darling. What brought this on?"

You climb out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your naked form. "I'm tired of pretending this doesn't mean anything. I'm tired of waking up alone."

"Starlight, what-" He reaches out for you but you turn away, tears stinging your eyes.

"I told myself I wouldn't fall for you. But here I am, acting like a lovesick fool."

"Darling-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. You...You should go."

"Darling, if you would let me speak." Night stands and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "You're...not the only lovesick fool."

You shake your head. "You're just saying that."

Honestly just god of Night hcs in general I'm simping hard

this man is protective and possessive of what his

he won't let some puny mortal damage what rightfully belongs to him

if he finds out someone has threatened you or hurt you

there is literally nothing he won't do to enact his revenge (after making sure you're okay, of course)

He tries to pretend he doesn't care about your wings

barely sparing them a second glance (when you're looking anyway)

Really, he's fascinated by them and the power they have

He'll push them out of his way so that he gets the chance to touch them

You know, of course, he is not sneaky about it at all

You corner him at some point and tell him he can touch them if he wants

And he does

He runs his hands through the feathers, over sturdy muscles

He asks you lots of questions about them

It becomes normal after that for Night to touching them in some way if he's nearby

The two of you in bed, your wings wrapped around you, Night's hand carding through your feathers

He helps you when they start molting, rubbing a warm wash cloth over them and pulling out stray feathers