#malak fluff

[majulians-groupie]

Headcannon idea! The main 6 finding mc stuck on the roof. How did they get there? Who knows!.

I LOVE THIS!!SOO....

Sorry that it took me so long to update,I will be doing all of the ideas that you guys recommended,it is just that it may take some time since studying architecture consumes my life energy.(LITERALLY,MY INSOMNIA ALMOST IMPROVED SINCE THE TERM STARTED😭)

I started writing a prologue to set the scene and I accidentally again wrote a 3.5k fluff one-shot.I'M SORRY I HAD TO,when I realised that my bullets were TOO long for a headcannon post , there was no coming back really.SOO,I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it,it was such a fun idea.Thanks for the feedback,it is amazing when we guys interact with eachother and share ideas!My dear anon,I hope you enjoy the belated reply!🪷✨️

EDIT:This idea fits surprisingly well with #vesuviaweekly 's latest theme,so I will be adding some very minor changes to make the story fit into that theme perfectly and submit it!♡

•To the fic:

♡JulianxMc FLUFF

"An unconventional proposal"♡

!(Just to disclaim,I tried to keep this gender neutral,so the words "knight" and "damsel" refer more to the stereotypes of these roles rather than the gender they traditionally come with")!

It was a casual Monday morning.You had just woken up and you were getting ready for the day.You decided you wanted to wear your favorite opal ring that was a perfect match to the earrings you were also wearing today.The thing is,the ring was nowhere to be found in your jewelry box.You angrily muttered to yourself as you were searching your entire bedroom,making a mess out of everything.It wasn't that you were so desperate to wear it today,it was just that this ring wa special,as it was a gift from Julian.

Julian,the sweetheart he was,had noticed you starring at it at the display of that jewelry shop every time you passed by.You were hesitant to buy it for yourself,since it was kinda expensive,but your softboi doctor decided it had been a while since he gave you a gift.He indeed, was a firm believer that gifts were not only meant gor birthdays and special occasions but for any moment you wish to give a little bit of joy to a person you love.He also generally loved to throw little surprises for you from time to time.

As you were getting angry that you couldn't find it anywhere,you see something shining from the window.It was your own ring,trapped in Malak's beak.You make a dissapointed gesture as you walk towards the raven

-"Of course.."

"Malak!Please give it back,I know it is shiny and you love it,but I don't want you to drop it like you did my necklace last time!Someone had snatched it off the street in seconds!

You knew it sounded ridiculous,but you could swear Malak glared at you before turning his back on you

-"OHH don't act offended mister!You got to admit you are just as clumsy as Ilya is.That's why you are so perfect for eachother!",you say in a fake sweet voice

Apparently your smartalk has only managed to piss him off more,since he decided to fly away.

"FUCK!"

As you climb up the window and jump to the front garden ,you notice malak on the roof,looking at you with a smug expression.You couldn't understand how a bird could express emotion so well.On the other hand,it was of course,Julian who would have the most dramatic familiar to ever exist.

-Malak come down!I have to open the shop!Asra is away with his parents!Come on!

As Malak literally ignores your entire existence, you hastily fetch the ladder  climbing on top of the roof and screaming muttering to yourself.

-"I.NEVER.SIGNED.UP.FOR.MORNING.RAVEN.SITTING"

You calm yoursef down as you try to keep balance, and you slowly get close to the thelittlethiefbundle Malak.

-"Please Malak,come on!I haven't even had coffee yet!"

As Malak gets a little bit  sympathetic to the well known fact that you were INDEED not a morning person,--and has been entertained enough by the whole to ordeal to get bored of your little cat and mouse game--he decided to fly back to you.

However,as he makes a movement and gains momentum,a stone hits his body and he falls to the ground,dropping the ring to the garden.You get over your shock as you see a bunch of kids no older than 12 years of age ,holding slingshots, laughing at the scene.

-"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" you exclaimed angrily

"You can't hit animals like that!"

-"Oh but it's fun!"One of the kids,that seems to be the oldest and the possible "leAdEr" of the group replies as the rest keep laughing loudly.

-"No it is not!You could have seriously hurt him!" You notice that thankfully Malak is okay,and he is slowly flying back to you.

"What if his wing had been broken?"

-"But he stole your ring,we were helping YOU!" another kid exclaims.

-"He was just messing around!All pets do stupid things from time to time,but you are never supposed to be violent with them!"

-"Oh calm down nerd" the same kid says,which earns even more raucous laughter from the rest of the group

-"You little s-"

Your insult is interrupted by surprise as you notice one of the kids picking up your ring from the sidewalk.

-"Put that down,it's not yours!"

You make a movement towards the ladder,but two of the kids notice you and before you can reach it,they grab it and throw it down.

-"HEYY!" You scream as you almost loose your balance,but thankfully steadying yourself up.

-"Since you don't seem so upset about that ring being stolen,maybe it is time for it to go to someone that appreciates it" the oldest kid shouts cheeckily.

He picks up your earring from the floor and makes a move to leave with the rest of his little gang following him.Even though Malak could be injured,that doesn't seem to stop him from immediately flying towards the kid's hair and grabbing it with his tallons.

You stare at the scene in horror as the rest of the kids try to untagle Malak from their friend's hair,but to avail.When one of the kids gets particularly aggressive, the raven bites them sharply making the kid run away screaming and crying.Seeing that they ought not to mess with Malak, the rest of them run away as well.The oldest kid,now alone with Malak still pulling his hair rather aggressively,tries to grab malak from his neck.This throws off Malak,and surprisingly,in one swift motion,the kid manages to get free from his tallons,but the raven still chases him down in hope of getting the ring back,leaving you alone on the roof.As you try to get over the shock of what you just witnessed,you can't manage to feel a little bit bad about the little rascal,but can't deny that he got a well deserved lesson about both animal cruelty and stealing.

"That will teach him some respect",you muttered to no one but yourself.

"Do some parents even bother to teach their children basic principles?"

You quickly realize there is literally nothing to help you climb back to the ground safely that does not involve a great amount of risk,a self induced levitation spell included.Since there is no one around to help you in case of injury,you decided to chill on the roof and enjoy the scenic view of your roof.It was literally one of the reasons you and Julian chose this house.It may be a little small cosy and a little far from the city center,but the view that hill gave you and the peace the little grove of trees is creating more than makes up for it.

The sounds of the cicadas and the birds chirping reminded you of your hometown. It wasn't long ago since you suddenly started getting flashbacks from the life before .

It first started with blur,infant memories of your early childhood,which mostly consisted of sounds and smells rather than images.As the months passed,your dreams were becoming filled with memories of you and your siblings playing,singing,fighting and your parents scolding you or laughing at scene.Your memories were still kinda foggy ,and their timeline was not exactly linear , but it gets better and clearer over time and still is of course,better than not remembering nothing at all.

You almost don't realize you begin to doze off,as the last thing you remember is watching a little chipmunk stuff it's cheecks with some seeds he found on the ground.

It was a lazy late evening.Last day of the week,and Vesuvia was going through its golden hour tranquility,where the the market stalls and the shops would close,giving their place to the lively taverns and dimly lit pubs.The only people left on the streets were merchants that were gathering up their stuff,or workers that were sheepishly returning home from their jobs.Julian was one of them, and was tired .

Even though open clinic days were the most entertaining, as he had the chance to socialize and come in touch with people from all around the city,there was always one vital issue.Along with his energy, they would also drain his social battery.And yes,even he,the infamous theater kid  community theater star doctor had one.

And when in times like that,he could only speak to one person in the entire world,his darling MC.He was feeling a bit dim as they had not spoken to eachother at all today,since he woke up earlier than them,and didn't have a heart to wake them up.Limiting himself to a kiss on the forehead and a silent promise of one of their regulars cuddling-while-they-look-at-the stars-and-discusssng-about-life-while-slowly-falling-asleep-in-each-others-arms sessions,he left a goodmorning note on the kitchen and left for the clinic.

It was insane to him how well they communicate. How speaking to them somehow would make his mind relaxed,his chest lighter and his soul calmer,as if all the troubles in the world were insignificant.He was so greatful of those little moments of serenity.Six years ago,he wouldn't be able to convince himself that the existence of one person,could make him understand the importance of cherishing life rather than enduring it.

As he reached their home ,his sweet thoughts were interrupted by genuine surprise which didn't know whether it should turn to concern or laughter.

Not only MC was sitting on the roof alone,but they appeared to be calmly sleeping as if nothing was wrong.Julian quickly reached the house and went under the spot of the roof that MC was laying.He wanted to make sure they hadn't somehow fainted.To how on earth he found them unconscious on the fucking roof,was problem for another minute.

-"MC!MC ARE YOU OKAY?OMG

WHAT THE HEL-"

-"OH darling HI!"

You woke up startled,squinting your eyes,smiling at the site of your beloved doctor.

"You alright?You look tired!Was open clinic worse than usual?"

-"I...uh..WHAT?"

Julian could seriously not find the words to express his question and surprise about not only your whereabouts,but to also as to how could you take them for granted.

Seeing the confused look on his face made you remember that he indeed,found you sleeping on the fucking roof,so he pretty much deserved an explanation.

-"OHHH fuck.Yeah..about that...well,it's kind of a long story.."

-"Yeah I ASSUMED that love.Mind filling me in?You know I can't resist them",he smirks and looks at you playfully,now that he is sure that you are okay.He really can't wait to hear that one.

As you fill him in on the events of the morning,you begin to realize Malak has not returned yet.

-"You think something has happened to him?"you say worriedly.

-"No love,he is alright!I actually saw him chilling on his birdhouse at the clinic's garden before I left.No need to worry about him!He honestly looked rather calm, nestling and eating his snacks.He actually even accepted the almonds I have been trying to make him eat off my hand for ages.He also did not appear injured.Your knight in shining armor probably got tired and wanted to rest a little.."

-"But my ring..."

-"There is no use crying over tangible goods my dear."

-"But it was from you!",you said in an almost childlike naivety.

-"I will always be here,ready to go to the bowels of the earth,to fetch the finest of rings this world has to offer,one worthy to match your beauty,my fair damsel.But first,I am afraid I will have to assist your safe return back to the ground."

You see that look on his face,the spark in his gaze and his polished way-too-charming-for-his-own-damn-good smirk of his.He now is in theater mode. Well,there is really only one way from now on...

-"Oh my dear knight,thank goodness for your arrival!I was beginning to worry I will stay here for ages!Who knows what would happen if I were to miss the harvest ball?It would be such a scandal!"

-"I don't know whether you could really avoid that my fair lady.Court has been whispering you know.They speak of your shenanigans.They say that you are a scandal waiting to happen."

He throws the flirtiest and cheeckiest expression.

-"Oh..that's what have they been saying now haven't they?And where do you stand,curious knight?Do you wish to undig the secrets the face of the next subject of royal gossip is holding?While you also pretend to offer me guardianship nevertheless!How dishonorable of you!How dare you carry that shield and look me in the eyes?"

-"Honestly love, I wasn't exactly looking at your eyes at the moment though they are the most beautiful th..OH...um",Julian stutters as he realizes he broke character,which is very unusual for him.

"I am terribly sorry,my lovely vision!I wholeheartedly swear to you that my intentions were as pure as the light of the morning sun!It is just that I got enchanted by your glowing presence my dear!And can you really blame my curiousity?Who would not want to learn more about the secrets that angelic face holds?Oh,the witty and devilish thoughts everyone whispers you are capable of!I could only hope of ever gaining your trust to share them with me!"

As he steadies the ladder and carefully climbs towards you,he extends his arm.

"My love,I am happy to announce your little adventure is over!I am here to assist your safe return to the ground !Would you do me the honor of-

As Julian speaks a loud caw is heard from a distance.

-"Malak!" you exclaimed!

Malak flies towards Julian's hand with an incredible speed,dropping none other but your ring to his hand.

"Heyy!You got it back!Thanks buddy!You are amazing!" you excitedly say to him

As you turn towards Julian,you begin to realize,that he is positioned on a level lower than you,now with a ring on his hand.

Your nervoussness and awkwardness betray you as you simply stare at him,biting your lips,not knowing how to break that damn iceberg the ice

-"Uhhhh...."

You could see Julian's cheecks getting scarlet,his gaze anxiously going from the ring,to you .After a few very long seconds,he starts staring at the distance,his anxious expression ,turns into a michevious one with a playfull smirk appearing on his face.However,his gaze hid something more.A meaningful and deep look.If you didn't know him that well,you wouldn't also have noticed that the michevious looks was followed by another very specific expression.The expression he made when he realised a situation was getting serious.Our lovely doctor,master of improv,is actually able to handle this rather serious situation more than well.

Your thoughts are racing in your head,not daring to think that he would actually turn this into-

-"So...!!!!"he abruptly interrupts your inner monologue.

He clears his throat,trying to hide his nervousness.He really was a great actor.You wouldn't have realised the panic that hid behind that well practiced barrier if you didn't know him as much as you do.He may knew how to conceal the twitch of his eyelids,and the biting of his lower lip with practiced ease,but you could almost hear his brain-gears gritting.

"My darling MC,you royal Highness.My beautiful flower,sweet dove,light of my life in the darkest of moments and the most treacherous of times!I came here with a proposal!Your return to the ground can not only be done with the utmost of safety,but the acceptance of an offer.An offer that holds the most sacred of promises.A promise to cherish you,to protect you,to love you endlessly and stand by your side as you do what you always do,being the amazing person that you are!From the moment I first saw you I could realize that!Smart,funny,witty,and beautiful with the kindest of souls and the purest of hearts!Always down for a great adventure,one that would make one of the finest of stories to share with our beloved ones over warm drinks,or for us to remember when life shows it's harsh side to us!Always ready to sacrifice their own needs to help others,to open their home to everyone needing shelter and defending the ones that have been wronged even when they are not able to do it for their own selves!A true knight,hiding behind a damsels disguise!I could only dream of being a part of your legendary tale!Seeing it unfold,as the years pass,right in front of my eyes!The greatest of honors a kinght could be granted!Will you, my lovely vision,my comrade in crime,accept my humble offer?

You can't seem to be able to hide your surprise.A huge smile seems to be glued on your face as small tears escape your eyelids.To this day,when you recall this lovely and sweet memory,you still don't understand how on earth you were able to stay in character.

-"My lovely and brave knight!My dashing warrior,one able to overcome the darkest pits of both the mind and the soul.When I first saw you,you blinding presence was able to lit my dark mind,and give me hope.Hope, that things could start to make sense,as they never did around me.You were the last piece of a very chaotic but worth owning puzzle.You were right by my side as everything around me fell apart,as everything I ever knew about my world crumbled before me. As one of the biggest of revelations hit me during the most vulnerable of moments.But you were there.You stood by my side,supported me, became the backbone I needed to keep myself steady and keep fighting,as if we had no other choice if we wanted to protect the world as we knew it.You showed me what true strength meant.The strength of the mind,trust and the strength of patience.These are the ones that allow you to be vulnerable enough to accept the deepest of changes and thus,allowing you to evolve.Thanks to you, I stepped out of my comfort zone,and began the journey of discovering my new self,since the one I used to have was so abruptly taken from me.Thanks to you,I have learned to embrace change and move on,not dwelling into chasing a shadow of a long forgotten past.I learned to look into the future.And you my love,are my future!So yes,it would be only natural to accept your offer,and be your partner in life,along being your no 1 partner in crime!"

I throw a not so subtle wink at the last line.However, as soon as I finish pouring my heart to him,I realise I can not hold my tears anymore.But it is not just me.Julian does not even bother to wipe his own tears as he leaps from the last step of the ladder towards me and gathers me into his embrace.I almost feel I could dissappear into his arms,as he holds me as tight as humanly possible without hurting me and cradles my head,more tears of joy falling into my hair.He kisses my forehead and then we share a very emotional and deep kiss that turns into more and more.I feel him smile into my lips,and indeed,a big genuine laugh escapes him.I am now hold his face as I gently try to wipe his tears with my thumbs,beaming at him.

-"Happy about something"?

-"Only about the fact that my partner made me the happiest man alive!!And yeah,being the happiest man alive usually makes you look...I dont know..HAPPY!"I was actually trying to plan this for so long...Always trying to find the perfect time,place and moment.Always rejecting every ring I found at the market because it was not "the one".I was seriously overthinking this,as if deep down I thought a imperfect bad proposal would make you realise how bad I am for you, how I can't provide you with everything you deserve.He sighs.

"I'm sorry it took me so long...Malak must have seen me rehearsing in the mirror and decided to give things a *little* push.You think that's why he took your ring in the first place?"

-"Well..maybe.He always takes every shiny thing he finds at our home though.But I supposed he purposely opened my jewelry box."

You stroke his cheeck

"Anyway,it's not like I wasn't hesitating to plan a proposal as well,even though I wanted this as much as you.We really ought to give credits to Malak,for reminding us how stupid we are to still question how much we mean to each other"

-"Well,at least it worked well for me.I got to be in time to propose you before you did!"

I playfully smack him in the arm.He  chuckles and reaches for my hand,interwining our fingers together and softly kissing it.

For the first time in that evening,I take notice of the night sky behind Julian.How he was sitting exactly in the middle of the diagonal line the galaxy drew along its surface.How the light of the moon and the stars ,along with the help of the dim light the lanterns in our garden provided embraced his features so perfectly.I was simply staring at at him,gaping,admiring him like a work of art,savoring the moment,working on preserving this wonderful memory forever in my mind's eye.

Even though he turns scarlet again,he can't bear but to be a smartass

-"Like what you see darling?

-"Very much dear"

We share another passionate kiss,and we end up on the highest point of the roof,nestled in each other's arms,admiring the beautiful scenery for the thousandth time as if it was the first.And in a sense,it was the first.That day we made a promise.That day we finally overcame our fears,trusted eachother and expressed an internal promise we had actually silently made years ago.A promise rather simple but complex at the same time. That we will always be by each other's side.That day,was the first day of our life.

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Sooo,THAT WAS ALL FOLKS!

I hope you liked it,I know it was kinda long,so if you are still with me,you truly are one of a kind🩷✨️🪷.

I didn't even plan to turn this into a proposal fic,it just kinda happened along the way LMAO.In retrospect however,this feels exactly like the way Julian would propose.Out of a sudden AND in theater mode.Gotta love the ✨️chaos✨️

Tell me if you want Headcannons of the same incident with the rest of the M6,I am thinking of writing them!

Until next time,if architecture has not consumed me

Stay cool,stay chill stay HYDRATED

Eva🩷🪷✨️

[mashup-writing]

Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

tall, elegant, deadly s/o hcs ; gold watchers

requested by ; ❤ anon (03/05/23)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; gold watchers

outline ; “Hii it's me ❤ anon again.

I was wondering if I could get a gold watchers with a very tall *cough*8ft*cough* s/o who is very elegant but deadly. Like if you try to run within a few steps their already right behind you.

Thanks in advance”

warning(s) ; canon-typical references to violence, but otherwise just fluff!

elegant and deadly? someone who can kill in the blink of an eye and who looks positively regal doing it? someone who fits perfectly into the aesthetics and function of their realm? yeah you’re never getting out they’ll make sure you feel right at home in the estate so none of the other monsters can convince you to leave with them

of course their movements are all restricted by whether or not they’re being observed, but when there’s nobody in the realm to target the gold watchers will do their best to keep you entertained. they involve you in their games, open conversations with you when you’re not looking their way, make sure your room is always extremely well kept, and ensure that there’s always at least one of them with you so you never grow bored or lonely even when they’re not able to speak to you

the gold watchers are all in awe of your personal style, even at times to the point of envy when your outfits manage to outshine the natural opulence of the clothes they’re always wearing in the realm, and never tire of watching you fight because of just how relentless and fearsome (and yet still somehow elegant) you get in the heat of battle — honestly it may be for the best that they spend most of their time as statues because otherwise you may end up being the one who can’t walk normally anymore

your height only makes you that much more attractive to the gold watchers for more reasons than i have the means to name, but the long and short of it is that combined with your proficiency as an attacker and with your regal style of dress you almost come across as some sort of ethereal being — which, naturally, makes them want to covet you for themselves

if you spend too much time with a human you’re trying to pursue, or a visiting monster, or malak, or even just don’t evenly split your time between the gold watchers themselves, then your partners will get extremely hostile and possessive in their jealousy — either outright attacking whoever is stealing your attention from them or just stealing you away to force you to redirect your attention to them

how childish

your fighting style meshes extremely well with theirs and makes the realm so much more effective at deal with errant humans, which only makes them all the more fond and possessive of you — after all, discounting your relationship with them, what kind of greedy souls would they be if they let their best helper escape the realm?

(sure you’d almost definitely win that fight if it came down to it, but they’re all pretty prideful and sure that they’ll be able to get you to stay with them one way or another… which is technically correct given that you’re still there and still being courted by them all)

[finn89342]

Hey it’s your favorite mosquito. The Hypefixation

Is coming back about the Matron.

I must have angst about her

I NEED ANGST ABOUT HER.

Please 🥺

Also I have one more question. Are you willing to do stuff about other games like Majora’s Mask and Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion (IF YOU KNOW WHAT GAMES THOES ARE).

Sorry for this long ask and thank you for all you have done for me and my hyoerfixation.

Why, hello again! I am happy to continue fueling your hyperfixation. And angst this time… Well, I’ve got just the thing for you! But, I’m just going to warn you now, I am HORRIBLE at angst. It’s a genre that I absolutely suck at, so this may not be very good. HOWEVER, I will still make sure you get the angst you wished for either way. I mean, I can’t get better if I don’t try, right? To make it a little easier for me, I'll throw in a bit of fluff occasionally. I think that’s a fair deal. This is going to be a LONG ride, so hold on tight. You’ve got a lot of reading to do.

Be warned, I'll be mentioning many heavy topics, so be cautious while reading this. I understand if this is too much, and I sincerely apologize if it is. None of this is to glorify/romanticize any of the heavy topics mentioned, please don’t take it as that. 

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: Physical abuse (mentioned, then a description of an event involving it), sexual abuse (briefly mentioned), psychological abuse (briefly mentioned), murder (sacrifice, description of it), self harm (mentioned), suicide (description of it), overdose (description (this ties in with the suicide warning)), blood (a lot of it), and gore (multiple descriptions, somewhat detailed). IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS ARE TRIGGERING TO YOU, OR YOU DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE READING THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOUR MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS MORE. 

Ever since Matron could remember, her life was… difficult. It started and it ended in pain. She doesn’t remember a lot of exact details about her life, she doesn't even remember her real name, but she does remember some more general information and maybe a handful of memories that stuck with her throughout the years… most of those being negative and traumatic. She knows that she was born disabled, so that automatically made her life far more rough than it would be if she wasn’t. She had a few issues, some appearing later in life and some being present when she was born. From chronic pain to issues with her spine, troubles being able to walk due to deformities in her feet, and even neurodevelopmental issues. She experienced many struggles and difficulties. And at the time period she was born in, there was really nothing anyone could do for her. She was expected to not even make it to her adult age, but she managed to live way longer than expected. She lived into her 50-60’s, despite the odds (mostly due to a sacrifice to Lord Malak… I’ll get to that in a moment). She got to experience a lot, but she suffered the entire time. 

And not just from her physical condition, but due to the treatment of those around her. Matron wasn’t conventionally attractive, she was disabled, and she was a woman in a time where women weren’t seen as people. So, she didn’t have much going for her. When she was about 16-18, she was married off to a man, but there was no love in it. It was just so she wouldn’t be alone, so she had someone to take care of her (despite her wants and dreams). She didn’t want this, but she had no other choice. She bore through the physical, psychological, and sexual abuse for many years, silently hoping that it would all end soon, but no help ever came for her. She was truly alone in the world. It eventually got to a breaking point, and that was the thing that caused her to finally snap. She could not bear this any longer. She began to stir up a plan, but she had to wait for the perfect time.

And the perfect time had come. At the time, she was about 28-32, and she was experiencing a huge decline in her physical and mental health. After a massive fight, her husband disfigured her face. Matron can’t remember exactly how it all went, since a lot of it was a blur to her, but she would never be the same again. She felt bits of flesh hanging off of her face, parts of her teeth, gums, and muscle exposed. Her right eye was also damaged to the point she couldn't see out of it anymore. It might have been the adrenaline, but she lunged at her husband, beating him until he was unconscious. She got up, and moved to the kitchen as best as she could in her state, and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife she could. She knew what she had to do. It was time to enact that plan that she’s been brewing. She was going to offer his body to the elite demon, Malak. She had heard that name before, and she was willing to try anything to escape, to live the way she wants, even if that meant selling her soul to the devil (well, Malak, but you know what I mean).

Matron weakly hobbled back over to his unconscious body, got on top of him, raised the knife, and plunged it into his chest, straight into the heart. After a few more plunges, she stopped. She had to catch her breath, but she also began to process what she had just done. However, she also knew that she couldn’t stop now. It had to be done. She didn’t love him anyway, he was the reason she was ‘ruined’. He abused her, took advantage of her, disfigured her face, and more. She got a reference for Malak’s sigil, and began to draw it with her dead husband’s blood, just as intended. She cut a small wound into herself to add her own blood as well. She did all of the correct chants, drew all of the correct symbols with his and her own blood, and offered a sacrifice… and he appeared.

Matron can barely believe it, was she really in front of an elite demon? Was this real? It was very real, and he began to speak. He asked her what her reason was for summoning him, and what she wished for. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she always did. She wanted independence. She wanted to not be constantly struggling with her conditions. She also had dreams of becoming a nurse, or even a doctor if she could. Malak heard her wishes, and he decided to grant them. He would give her everything she wanted at the cost of her soul and eternal worship. She took a few final moments to process it all, but she agreed. She was about to live the life of her dreams, how could she resist? And so, her wishes were granted. She didn’t immediately feel them, but she trusted the elite demon’s words. He went off on his way to let her live her life, but he warned her he would be back when it was her time to go. She figured this, and felt no issue with that happening. She felt it was worth it… So, she cleaned herself up, cleared the scene, fled her home, and began her new life.

Matron slowly felt better. She was not cured by any means, but she was not in nearly as much agony and stress as she was before. Sure, she was now blind in her right eye, and her face was badly mutilated, but she was able to find a great doctor who was willing to at least try and repair her face as much as possible. That was enough for her. She could live with some discomfort and a little bit of difficulty. And she got her dream job despite what people believed back in her day. She became a doctor. In fact, she became the best doctor around, and her name was VERY well known. She knew how to do many things, even procedures that were unheard of until that point. She knew how to even make many kinds of medications and remedies to help with whatever you can think of. She taught other nurses under her (women specifically) many things as well, and she influenced many young women into greatly improving their medical careers, despite what society wanted. Her life was… perfect. Almost perfect. But, this didn’t last forever.

After a little over 20 years of her perfect life and medical career, Matron’s health RAPIDLY declined to a state worse than before. It was a mix of her conditions flaring up once more and old age mostly. Due to this, she lost her job and was forced to have a caretaker. Her caretaker treated her no better than her husband. She lost everything once again. All of that hard work, just for it to be ripped away from her. As you can probably imagine, this caused her to spiral quickly into depression. She was at the point where she saw suicide as her only option. She truly could not handle this amount of pain or loss. It was way too much, and she felt as if she had no reason to live anymore. She did not want to succumb to her age and ailments. If she was going to die, she was going to at least die by her own hand. She couldn’t let her sense of choice be ripped from her again. She moved herself to the medicine cabinet and took all of the medications she knew would kill her. She took every single last pill. and then some, then she waited. She got what she wanted not long after. As she lay dying on the floor, feeling the effects of the overdose of medications rush through her, she saw Lord Malak standing right in front of her, just like he said. She knew this time would come, she saw no use in trying to escape it or even resist it. She knew it was time to pay the price.

Not much is known in the period between her death and her first becoming a major demon/the overseer of the Reaper Nurse Hospital, but a lot of changes were made. Matron became much taller, reaching over 30 feet in height, and she became FAR more powerful than she could ever imagine. She knew that no man would ever harm her again. She had control of her eternal life, and she’ll make sure everyone knows it. No one will make her do anything she doesn’t want to do, especially not a man. One choice she made was to amputate her feet. They were a huge bother to her, and she decided to swap them out for a new prosthetic. Her idea is the reason she is the second fastest known demon (under Malak’s rule, that is). Being able to go to speeds around 90 mph/~145 kph, very few can escape her. That combined with her sheer strength, intelligence, brutality, and her cloaking ability made (well, MAKES, but still) her a force to be reckoned with. That’s more than she could ever ask for.

Not long after the therapy center was built, Malak introduced the first ever Reaper Nurses to be created. He explained what their role was and what she was meant to do with them, and she took it from there. She had prior experience with training nurses in her prime, so this made her feel like she was right back in that time. It was great. She trained them in many things, as she was requested, and she taught them more. She quickly grew fond of these nurses, and she felt as if she had a purpose. She was no longer alone. She was surrounded by people, but she actually loved it this time. It brought her… joy? She felt true love for the first time in forever. This was like her heaven. The first time she realized this, she burst into tears. She sobbed for at least 30 minutes. She was hoping her cloaking ability would be enough to hide it from her trusty nurses (because she REALLY didn’t want to seem weak or pathetic in front of them), but they heard her and found her quickly. They thoroughly reassured her that they were always there for her, and that they didn’t see her any differently in this state. That only caused her to cry more, but it was mostly happy tears that time. She never felt loved before, so she wasn’t sure what to do with it, but she was starting to learn how to accept it. To be honest, she will never fully learn, but she has done a very good job at it at least.

Time for a very long time skip (Say, a couple of centuries or so?). The main hospital has been built, MANY new nurses have come under Matron’s wing, and she has been living out her dream. More than that, actually. She could have never imagined this. Despite her brutal and angry outside, she could never be more happy. This is all she ever wanted, and so much more. She’s doing her dream job, she’s in a better condition than ever before (again, NOT CURED, it’s just a lot more manageable), and no one questions her authority (especially not men). That, and she was dearly loved by her nurses (yeah, they still respect her authority obviously. Also, I’ll allow you to interrupt ‘love’ how you want, but I mean it in a couple different ways). But, unfortunately, things don’t always last forever.

Another unruly patient enters the hospital and is causing her poor nurses a lot of trouble. This wasn’t unusual, but it seemed like he was a special case. Matron had gotten news that this man was particularly tricky to deal with, but things like this have happened before. It wasn’t too common, but she had protocols for this type of thing. After Doug successfully collects the ring piece, she and her nurses prepare for the final stretch. It is something that they were not fond of doing, but it was their last hope of catching the rascal that was running rampant throughout the realms and their her hospital. It’s time for a good old ambulance chase! She lets her nurses go before her, just so she has a little extra time to prepare. They don’t worry, she’ll easily catch up in no time. And as expected, she catches up with them quickly, her trusty buzz-saw tonfas in hand. 

As she gets behind the ambulance Doug was standing on, she witnesses one of her nurses get stunned by one of the abilities that he has obtained from the ring piece from the sewers that the Dread Duckies and Doom Ducky call home. She was unable to do anything as she watched that poor nurse have her needle-like weapon taken from her and get used against her. That nurse was pushed off of the speeding ambulance, right into the cart that Matron had as her prosthetic. The body of that nurse hit her wheels, causing them to become a bit unstable. It didn’t quite break it, but it wouldn't take much to do so. She didn’t focus on that. She had no time to grieve or check the wheels, it was her mission now to KILL this man. He would not get away with his crimes. She wants him DEAD. Not just for Lord Malak’s sake, but her own.

More nurses go down, and her cart breaks more and more… then the final blow. She had no time to process it all, it was mostly all in the blink of an eye. The cart's wheels flew off, and she fell. She fell HARD. And the last hit to the ground was met with a feeling of something slicing through her belly, and a LOT of blood. One of her saws went through her body during the final blow to the road, and she was bleeding out tremendously. Her organs were exposed and she was gushing blood and bile. Her vision begins to fade as she falls into unconsciousness. She should be dead, but her immortality saved her, but that didn’t stop the injuries she acquired. Broken bones, road rash, and the huge laceration that had most of her internal organs exposed. Once again, she had lost her independence, and it was to a man.

HOLY SHIT, I DID IT, THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONGGGGG I CAN REST. My hands and back hurt like all hell, but this was so worth it. I definitely got carried away… BUT, here is your angst!!!! I need to go to bed, I'm so tired… I hope you enjoy it! I sadly don’t have any bonus stuff to give, but I can make more soon. Now, FEAST!! (Also to answer your last question, I highly doubt I will make content of those things, sorry. I do know what those things are, but I'm just not currently interested in those. I will let you know if that ever changes!!!!)

[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

Please note that this list contains Content Warning tags.

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Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

Lucio/Montag Morgasson

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Faust

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Malak

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Camio

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Jaeger

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Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

Lishka Devorak

Mazelinka

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Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

Morga Eirsdottir

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Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

Gavin (The Bazar Job)

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Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

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The Star (XVII)

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[harrysselfships]

Silly self-ship drabble, Connor & Murphy MacManus (platonic f/os, older twin brothers), fluff (I'm being bullied), 413 words Warning: None, other than the f-slur being used once

All it took was for Harry to take one moment inside the bathroom for the two brothers to rummage through his living room.

Connor and Murphy sat on the house's couch with a dusty old album filled with photos of his childhood on their laps. Their faces lit up with amusement as they giggled like little children while flipping through the pages. Their eyes landed on a specific photo— a baby photo of Harry, small and round with his big eyes looking straight at the camera.

"Oh my God, look at 'im!" Connor beamed, his face red from laughing. "Look at what a wee little thing he was!"

Murphy laughed along, absolutely thrilled he had found this goldmine on the shelves. "Christ, look at this one— look at how fuckin' stupid he looked!"

The laughter and giggling didn't escape Harry’s ears— he heard them all the way to the bathroom. He quickly finished washing your hands to sprint to the living room— and of course, the sight he found horrified him.

"The fuck yer doing, re?!" He yelled, his Greek accent slipping through, growing frustrated with the joy on their faces. 

"Aye, Harry!" Murphy grinned "You didn't tell us ye were such a child model!" 

"Yeah, a proper little faggy model! Look at this one!" Connor wheezed, holding up another picture.

"Yer impossible— where did you even find this?!" He groaned, trying to reach for the album, but they successfully dodged his hand. His face grew redder the more they looked through his old album. They both ignored his protests, the delight they took out of torturing the kid was simply too enjoyable to stop. "Oh come on, we're just admirin’ how tiny and adorable ye were." Murphy teased.

“Come on, it's not funny." Harry whined, "Oh, but it is." Murphy chirped. “I mean, look at you! No wonder yer ma kept all these.” His jaw clenched as his gaze turned away, his cheek getting warmer and his body moving uncomfortably. He wished a hole would appear beneath him and swallow him whole. Or them, them would be preferable. “Malakes...” he huffed a Greek curse as he left the room.

“Aw, come on lad, we're just messin’ with ye. We didn't mean to embarrass ye” Connor tried to defend himself and his brother, but the way his voice sounded as if he still had a smirk on his face told Harry otherwise.

“SHUDDUP!” he yelled, but they just continued laughing at your pain.

[themosthatedbeingg]

Name: Kas

Most Active Muses: Lucifer, Monty, Zephyr, Azrael, Malak, Lorna .

Experience: been rping since 2008, passing notes in school, text rps, deviant art, email tumblr discord, some forums .

Fluff, Angst, or Smut: I love all three but def need to work on smut, I have a few ppl I trust enough to write it with <3 .

Long or Short Replies: Both? I don’t mind either, but at least give me some kinds substance I can work it.

Pet Peeves: Assuming my muse did something without talking about it first, pushing ur own personal narrative on my writing without talking . Having ur character be a constant woe is me and never progressing the story beyond it / using me to just write your own personal fanfic instead of us creating a story together. Not reading my about page or rules .

Are You Like Your Muse: I’m depressed as hell, a short king who loves loves their family and hyper fixates on things — so yaa lolol .

Current time - 9:57pm CST, Jan 23~

Tagged by : @hells-sirenqueen

Tagging: @voodoodaaddy @hellsmusing @letsstaytuned @cast-you-dxwn @hellsdisneyprincess @sanctusworn @sanctumpyre @the-smallest-star

And anyone else who wants to <3

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 25: The Perfect Gift

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tales of Berseria

Pairing: Van Aifread x Zaveid x Eizen

Aifread Lives AU!; Resonant Aifread Pirates; Aifread as Zaveid's vessel, Fem! Zaveid

Zaveid watched as the crew talked among themselves. She knew enough about the gift giving traditions around this time of the year to smile at their antics. She hadn't though that the Aifread pirates would do that thing as well. Yet ultimately, they more than anyone else were probably happy that another year was nearing its end, and they still were alive and well. Zaveid turned her gaze towards the lights illuminating Reneed right now. Everyone within the settlement more than happy to still be alive. And to still have their family among them.

Or those who were missing someone, mourning and remembering that someone. Thinking about them forever more. Zaveid leaned more against the railing and let out a sigh. The main festivities weren't even among them yet. At least not how she remembered it from Stonebury. The way Theodora and her had always celebrated it with the villagers. Even if they hadn't been able to see them. Zaveid couldn't help herself but miss her at times like these. Even when it had been so many years already. Even when Zaveid had found love anew again. Found something she would be willing to call happiness.

Zaveid sighed and shook her head. It wouldn't do her well to get stuck in thoughts about the past. She would ask Aifread if they could dock in Zekson next, so she could go and visit Theodora's grave. Talk a little bit to her and tell her what she had been up to. And then Zaveid would need to visit Talliesin as well. Just to see how Ben, Saliph and the three rascals were doing.

Zaveid looked over her shoulder as two arms looped around her waist, a chin coming to rest on her shoulder. Staring right into eyes bluer than the sea itself. Deep and beautiful and yet sometimes shrouded in so much darkness. Zaveid leaned into Eizen's embrace and relaxed.

"What's gotten you so thoughtful, Zaveid?" he whispered.

Zaveid stayed silent for a moment, as she opened her eyes and looked over to the crew. Went back to watch their antics again, a warm smile on her face. She knew Eizen was following her gaze as well. Looking to see what she was watching with such a fond expression.

Aifread came practically out of nowhere, taking the place on Zaveid's other side. He just leaned against Zaveid for now. Though, Zaveid did immediately feel much warmer with those two by her side. Just like, her mournful thoughts were pushed back as well. She was grateful to have those two idiots. Even when it had been a hassle to actually be able to be with them. Or more so, a hassle to keep Aifread alive.

Zaveid looked down to her stomach, a large white scar gaping in the middle of it. Having gotten too infected before, it could have been healed properly. Leaving one more scar on her body to mar it with.

"Just watching the crew and their antics," Zaveid said.

Aifread chuckled and nodded, taking one of Zaveid's hand into his. While Eizen just leaned more against her back. Both of them bathing her in their warmth. Eizen's domain engulfing her like a comforting blanket. Aifread's and her connection through their pact as bound malak and vessel, pleasantly humming in the back of her mind.

Both of them leaned forward at the same time, pecking Zaveid on each cheek, at exactly the same time as well. Causing her to chuckled and lightly shake her head. Just like she had made so many wonderful memories with Theodora, she would make so much more wonderful memories with the two of them now.

"I hope you're alright with making a detour over Talliesin before we hit it off for Zekson," Aifread whispered.

Zaveid blinked at him, though she nodded. She had thought they would do that the other way around, actually. First go to Midgand and then to Eastgand. But she wouldn't oppose what Aifread was saying. She could first see the rascals, as well as Ben and Sal, and then give her prayers to Theodora.

"You see, a little bird reached out to me. Apparently they've got something for their honorary mom slash friend," Aifread added.

Zaveid's eyes widened at that. The whole implications of that sentence. She knew exactly who he meant. Arwell was the one who normally reached out to Aifread, whenever something came up. And he must have done so this time again as well. Just for her sake.

Her smile softened as she thought of the kids. All grown up by now, Foo and Burd having found partners and started their own families, and Arwell practically adopting kids left and right, calling them his students. Helping them grow into fine young men and women. Ben and Saliph having more than enough grandchildren to drown in sweet treats.

"I see. Alright, then let's do that," Zaveid said.

She knew that it had hit all of them hard, when Zaveid had finally revealed what actually had happened to Theodora. Through Aifread and a letter addressed to Ben and Sal. For she hadn't been able to shoulder that burden while the resonance would have still allowed her to actually talk to them face to face.

And yet they never had held it against her. Still regarded her as part of their family. And even without Theodora, her family had only grown and grown and grown in size. Zaveid was sure she would have loved every second of it. Even if it still might have meant having to share her with Zaveid's two idiot pirates for a little bit.

Aifread pulled her slightly closer to him. Not enough to warrant Eizen acting up, but enough that Zaveid could easily lean against him as well. Something she appreciated very much so. She already looked forward to arriving in Talliesin then. Even though she knew they would depart, Reneed earliest at dawn.

"Is there anything else you need?" Eizen asked.

Zaveid chuckled and looked back to the crew. She had half an inkling that the little gifts they were exchanging weren't entirely a self-taught idea as well. At least now that Eizen asked like that.

Though Zaveid couldn't really tell, what else she might want. She already had everything she could have. And to be able to be surrounded by those she loved and cherished and who loved and cherished her in turn, really was the perfect gift anyone could be able to give her.

"As long as I have you two, I really don't need anything else," she said.

Eizen and Aifread chuckled at that. There were things she wanted. To spend a long time with those two. To now have to miss them too soon. But right now, looking at the way Reneed was illuminated, and the crew having fun among themselves, she really couldn't think of a better gift.

[dairine-bonnet]

Hardly a Fairytale (fic)

Malak's thoughts on Revan, his relationship with her over time and some (friendly) confrontations between them. (1119 words)

Description: Their story is hardly a fairy tale. Otherwise, one would have to call it a complex fairy tale with an unhappy ending.

Notes:

Despite such a description the fic contains a couple of happy moments too.

Sorry for any mistakes. English isn't my native language. If you notice some mistakes, please, let me know if possible – it would help me to improve both the story and the language.

I wanted to mix fluff, drama and a bit of angst together in this revalek fic. I’d like to have a better version and a longer text one day, but even this version took much more time than I expected. Probably, one day I will write a sweet fluff for Revan and Malak as they deserve that.

Perhaps, I will add the second part dealing with Malak’s thoughts on amnesiac Revan one day… but I’m not certain of that.

I've just realized that I haven't published fics in English for quite a long time... So strange but it took much more time to write this short fic than I expected. I've recently added a couple of paragraphs to the text, which I was writing while listening to Dark Paradise and Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray, and now I like the final version of the fic a bit more than before. Many thanks, @navy-draws , for sharing these (and other) revalek songs with me!:)

[kick-girl]

Okay! Sorry for the double-post!

I made a few edits although they’re pretty minor lol. I hope you like it!!

Jedi Revan x Darth Malak

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Got any headcanons for the daughter-father relationship between Agatha and Malak?

Well i'll try. The work has been rough and i barely had time to think about asks (oof xd)

Agatha and Malak headcanons

•Malak does not really view Agatha as his daughter, but, unfortunately for him, Agatha is. Well. A child. And children do want to have a parental figure

•so naturally, Agatha picked Malak as her dad. I mean who else would be? Who else would had joined Agatha in her nightmare maze to play with?

•Malak had to be here because Agatha, being a child that she is, would cause unnecessary chaos when its not needed. And this girl does not wanna clean up (like any child lol)

•so, to avoid having to spend time and effort into doing it, Malak kind of. Rolled along with that. But it was also wierd and fascinating thing to see how children imagined or viewed evil forces like demons. They were always so... Different from adults

•most monsters are just scared of Malak or obey him like a good minion/creation would, but Agatha is playful and just wants to make Malak proud and happy. At times he wonders if he picked another child-like monster or well, normal human even, would Agatha be jealous? Or would she be happy that she has a friend/sibling to play with?

•of course he brushes these thoughts away, i mean he is a demon. A deal making demon for crying out loud! He has an image to uphold! Not a babysitter for his very own nightmare monster!

•but in his own realm? He may as well stay with Agatha. She doesnt get on his nerves so often and it is -dare he say- nice to hear her stories about getting another victim killed in hopes that her "dad" would be proud of her (he is)

[cinderedrose]

I've been writing more self-indulgent Revalek fics. Take a first draft I wrote at 2 in the morning :D

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Commence the fluff

"Hey, is everything alright?" His voice was soft, always the right pitch to please Revan's ears. Their muscles relaxed, but Revan still paced about the secluded section of the camp.

"I'm fine; go away," they hissed through their mask's audio modulator. Alek disobeyed their orders and rubbed his fingers along their shoulders and neck when they stopped pacing instead. Revan refused to admit they loved it. 

"Are you sure? You're tense, and there's a minefield of knots in your neck." 

Revan sighed and reached for the edges of their beskar mask. They had to crane their neck to meet Alek's gaze once their face was bare. 

"No, I haven't slept for three days, I can hear my heartbeat in my skull, and I talked to Kae again, and she was livid," Revan cried. 

"Do you want to talk about it while I get those knots out?" Alek asked while he gently grabbed Revan's face. The action made their stomach flutter. The shadows cast on his face made Alek look menacing to anyone but Revan. His endless blue eyes were shrouded, but his smile remained. 

"Maybe," Revan shrugged off their outer robe, slunk down, and Alek followed behind them. They sat between his knees, leaning into his gentle hands working around their shoulders. Revan tried to make their desperation seem less evident than it was. 

"So, what's up?" 

Revan rubbed their eyes and groaned, "I talked with Arren Kae yesterday; I didn't even want to. I just asked if her battalion was doing okay to be polite, and it spiraled into the same thing she's lectured me about over and over again." Alek pressed his knuckle into a sore muscle, and Revan grimaced.

"The 'How you ruined your body' talk again?" He asked sarcastically.

"I don't even know why she was so mad about it! The council was livid we ran off, but it feels much more freeing. You and I know this!" Revan leaned their head forward and sank into the relieving pressure in the back of their skull.

"This will help your headache," Alek whispered in their ear.

"How did you know?" Revan's brow furrowed.

"You mentioned talking with Kae; you don't NOT have a headache after that," he chuckled.

Revan smirked back, "anyways, yeah, I got that talk again. She also mentioned something about being careful and 'sensing indignities off us.' "

"Why does she care?" Alek had gotten most of the knots out of Revan's neck and shoulders. He let his hands linger, noticing how the scrawny Jedi yearned for his touch. 

"Because she's annoying like that," Revan relaxed and leaned closer to Alek. "She thinks it's acceptable to comment on your body constantly and claim you want to fuck your best friend." 

Revan hadn't realized they were blushing. 

"Sounds like Kae," he huffed. 

"Yeah, and if I don't tell her anything, she reaches into my mind and drags it out herself. It's an invasion of privacy," Alek moved his hands to allow Revan to lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around Revan's waist as they spoke. "Now she knows I've had a massive crush on you since I was 15, and she's rubbing it in my face, then somehow brings things back to my body!" 

"You, uh," Alek started fidgeting with his fingers. 

"Yes, she's all like, 'he probably looks at you in disgust because you ruined your figure,'" they mocked, "'maybe it's a good thing, I sense things off of him.'" Revan scrunched their face up while they imitated her old master, utterly oblivious to the bomb they dropped. "It hurts my self-esteem, even if you don't… see me like that," they admitted. 

"I was asking a cadet how to tell you the other day, actually," Alek tittered, "and Kae is wrong because you're, uh, like really pretty- or do you prefer handsome?" Revan felt his uncertainty.

"I don't mind, Squint," their face flushed, and their thin fingers entwined with Aleks' longer ones. 

"Heh, is this the teenage experience where we were way late on?"

Revan closed their eyes and listened to the mix of the constant song in their head and Alek's quick heartbeat. "Thanks for ignoring my first command," they smirked. "Look where that got me."

"I hope Arren Kae explodes."

Revan grins at that, a grin that shows genuine amusement. "I'll have her test weapon prototypes. I'm the commander; I can do that." 

They were silent for a long moment.

"Revan?" Alek nudged them. 

"Yeah?"

"I think I love you." 

Revan held the words in the air, probably by their throat, knowing Revan. 

They turned onto their side and curled closer to Alek. "I think I'll pass out," they hesitated, "but I know l love you."

Alek said nothing. He held Revan with one arm and used the other to stroke their cheek as they lulled off to sleep. Alek loved how they leaned into his small forms of affection. The Jedi forbid intimate actions, no matter how minor. He didn't regret turning in the council one bit. 

"You and your weird sleepy dust masseuse powers," they murmured.

Alek enjoyed watching Revan doze. He knew the confession sounded wrong, but the trust it took to allow Alek to hold them while they were helpless and exposed was not easy to earn. He felt special in a way, with their unmasked figure buried into his chest. Their sides rising and falling uninterrupted brought peace. After a while, he dozed off as well.

[sleepingdeath-light]

kindhearted blind s/o hcs ; malak

requested by ; anonymous (11/11/21)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; malak

outline ; “Hey, could you do Malak x kind blind reader? Like, the reader is too kind for their own good, and can't see any danger where they are.”

warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence

he has got no unearthly idea how you ended up here because by all accounts you’re the exact opposite of the type of person he expects to see

you’re kind, too kind for your own good at times, and he’s caught you trying to befriend everything from the reaper nurses and mama bear to clown gremlins and murder monkeys

and on top of that you’re completely blind, having lost all of your vision in life and kept that little trait in death

so you have no clue what you’re going to run into because he certainly can’t get you a guide dog

and you almost always run into bother — like you’re a trouble magnet or something similar

you nearly gave him a heart attack when he lost track of you in the hotel, thank satan that the chef monkey was able to lead him to you

he doesn’t even have hair and you’re going to turn him grey

so because of all of the above, malak decided to just have you accompany him when he does his rounds of the various hell portals under his jurisdiction

because he doesn’t trust you to not run head first into trouble during one of your well-intentioned meanders away from him

mama bear loves you because you help out with her babies, and she’s probably the most empathetic demon to your plight — keeping an eye on you for her darling malak and making sure her babies don’t cause you too much trouble

similarly the reaper nurses are excellent caretakers and will work as a team to keep you away from the dangerous areas of the hospital — they also find your kindness endearing and a welcome breath of fresh air so they look forward to your visits

the dread duckies, clown gremlins and murder monkeys all kind of just avoid you or lure you back to malak (or vice versa) because their realms are so dangerous and they’re not equipped to deal with you

the duckies do appreciate your soft and kind demeanour, though

the gold watchers don’t tend to pay you any mind when you visit, just doing their own thing and moving about freely — but they will pull you away from any danger when it shows up

the joy joy gang will look after you using their clone army to keep you out of trouble, but if it wasn’t for malak you’d for sure be dead and eaten

penny is the only one you get along with because she finds you adorable and you can have some lovely conversations with you

hangry just thinks you’re food and lucky does whatever malak says

agatha adores you but she does tend to play rough and she can forget about your blindness and get annoyed when you’re a bit slow or you miss her during a game

but some brief scolding from her dad will usually set her on the right path and she’ll apologise to you for being a bit mean

but all in all, malak does what he can to protect you — both your physical self and your open heart

as both are at great risk of being eroded and harmed by your time spent in hell

[whumpsoda]

as someone who has exp w bad anxiety around sleep time, I have the vivid idea of sired nevan finding malak pacing or something and leading him back to bed via entrancement

cw: hypnosis, fluff, vampire carewhumper

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“H- hey, uh, hun? You okay?” Nevan hung to the doorway, studying the human as he nervously bit at his nails.

Malak shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. “No, um, I- I don’t… don’t feel… good.” 

“‘R you feeling extra anxious again? You’re pacing.”

“Y- yeah. Yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey, c’mere.” Stepping toward his friend with open arms, gently he took Malak’s fingers in his. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just look at, at me, alright?”

“Um, mhm.” The sensation of blossoming warmth from the contact of Nevan’s fingers rubbing over his mixed with the mere sight of his glittering gaze already began a fuzzy feeling in his mind, distancing his thoughts and popping them like bubbles.

Nevan flashed him a tender grin, one that pulsed honeydew pleasure through his heart. “I’m going to talk to you, okay? I just want you to listen to my words, focus very carefully, because I know you’re so, so good at that.” His voice was low and hushed, the only sound to fill up Malak’s susceptible ears.

“Good…” he mumbled, already starting to lose himself in the blissful spell of praise.

“That’s right, hun, you’re so good. You’re so good, relaxed, and calm, letting a wave of, of serenity wash right over you as I speak. That wave takes out all your worrier with it as it leaves, leaving you perfectly nice and calm.” 

“C- calm… relax…” Malak nodded along as he felt the wave spread right from the vampire’s touch, sending his mind reeling into the blank space of his mind.

“Good, good. Let’s start moving to the bedroom, okay? But I have to help you along because you’re so very, very drowsy and relaxed, so very ready for bed. Prepared to snuggle in under all the blankets right next to me, and allow sleep to take it’s easy hold on you, just like my trance.”

He smiled a sleepy grin as Nevan helped him to their bed, words circling through his brain over cotton clouds. “Drowsy… ummm… sleeeeep…”

Nevan huffed a chuckle. “Alright, sugar pie, climb in, okay? I’ll be right beside you and we’ll be all sleepy and relaxed together. That sounds very nice, doesn’t it?”

“Very nice…” Nevan handed him his stuffed plush of which he hugged tight to his chest, and tucked him right in with a pile of the fuzziest blankets.

“That’s right.” He pressed a soft and sweet peck to his human’s forehead, just before he could completely drift off. “I love you, sugar pie. You’re the best, most drowsy and relaxed boy of them all.”

“Love, um… you too…” Malak replied, just before he lost himself to unconscious, and dreams of his best friend.

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Revenge | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: Teasing and mentions of nudity otherwise none

Word Count: 2,965

Summery: Ben’s a bit frustrated after the way his girlfriend has been treating him all day

A request from an anonymous reader from the prompt list. I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut since you didn’t expressly ask for it, drop another ask if you would like the smutty version as I have it ready to go :P

22. I’ve never wanted to fuck anybody so badly

26. Stop teasing me so much

Update: So funny story...someone else asked for the smut version of this which you can find ---------> HERE!

Masterlist

Ben stood in front of the bedroom mirror, buttoning up his dress shirt as he was getting ready for a double date with Rami and Lucy and his fiance (Y/N). The actor was more distracted than usual, however, watching the female’s reflection in the mirror as she sat at her vanity in nothing but her red silk robe doing her hair and makeup. From the moment they woke up that morning, Ben was instantly horney for the female. After continuing their cuddling from the night before, he kept his eyes trained on her bare arse as she moved to get up, picking up one of Ben’s shirts out of the bottom drawer of their clothes chest. She could feel his eyes trained on her the second she stood up and deliberately made her movements slow and teasingly, showing off every angle. The way she later stood in the kitchen while they made breakfast wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts drove him wild. Swaying her hips to the music they had put on moved the shirt just enough to give him a perfect view of what he wanted to see. He intentionally didn’t offer to help when she needed to reach something off of a high shelf this day in particular. Then of course when they sat down for breakfast, she sat on full display, well aware Ben could see her through the glass table top.

The actor had done his best all day to keep it in his pants, having some script work to do for an upcoming project, but she was making it so difficult. He desperately needed to relieve himself, but figured he could get his fun in when they showered later before the date. But when she cheekily didn’t allow him to join her, he had to admit, he was getting extremely hot and bothered extremely quickly. Now, seeing her there in that robe he bought her, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like pooled on the floor around her feet. “You stare at me like that any longer and I reckon I’m liable to catch fire…” (Y/N)’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Well I already have, so consider us even.” Ben retorted as he turned his attention back to the mirror, shoving the bottom of his button up into his slacks. He cringed when his hand grazed his slightly hardened cock through his pants. He had spent far too long trying to calm himself down to risk getting himself worked up again over the smallest of touches, made by himself of all things.

“Awe, am I making little Benny sexually frustrated?” (Y/N) teased the actor, batting her fake eyelashes she had just put on at the actor.

“I’m not even going to grace that with an answer.” Ben grumbled, doing up his trousers before looping on his belt.

“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud Ben. I’m only teasing.”

“Only.” He rolled his eyes before turning to walk over to the vanity, snaking his arms around her torso, his hands landing on her breasts, as she pinned a portion of her hair up. He gave both of them a teasing squeeze hoping to get her riled up enough to get what he craved as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Come on love...you’ve been teasing me all day, can’t we have a quickie before we go? I’m dying here.”

“Oh no you don’t. I know how you get, you’re not ruining my hair or my make up.” (Y/N) gently scolded him as she stood up out of his grip. She walked over to her wardrobe, seductively swaying her hips as she went. She stripped off the red silk robe as she began to rifle through her dress options. Ben gulped hard at the knot that had formed in his throat at the sight of her standing there in only the panties of his favourite black lace set. He groaned frustratedly as he ran his hands over his face, trying to forget the sight. “Besides…” She spoke, spurring his curiosity again. “You’ve waited this long…just think how good it's going to be when we get back.” She smirked over at him as she pulled out his favorite black lace, body hugging, deep v-neck cocktail dress from the wardrobe.

(Y/N) stepped into it, slipping the long lace sleeves over her shoulders as Ben walked up behind her. “If I live that long.” Ben muttered as he zipped up the back of her dress. She belt over, to pick up her matching heels, purposely letting her arse graze his crotch.

She stood turning to face him, a wide teasing smile on her face as she reached up and gently pat his cheek. “I have confidence in you.” She smirked before walking back to the vanity to put on the final touches.

Ben had prayed to god that she would cut him a break when they left the flat, but he was sorely mistaken. As they sat at a particularly long redlight in his car, (Y/N) undid her seatbelt in the passenger’s seat before starting to shimmy up her skirt. She had only begun to tease the blonde actor and they both knew it. “What are you doing…?” Ben hissed, watching helplessly as she played her little game.

“This dress you know...it’s just sooo tight. I just want to be comfortable.” She complained seductively as she looped her fingers around her panties, before slowly and teasingly pulling them down her toned legs..

“Jesus, (Y/N)...stop teasing me so much…” Ben complained, rubbing his face, trying to calm himself.

He watched as her panties landed on the floor of the car with a plop. “Ah that’s better…” She breathed, turning to look at the actor while licking her lips. She slowly pulled her skirt back down, making a show of it, laughing silently seeing the actor’s eyes were locked on her hands. “You wouldn’t want me to be uncomfortable now, would you Benny?” She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at the actor.

Ben groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his trousers began to feel tight across his crotch. He turned his attention back to the road as the light turned green. “No...I guess I wouldn’t…” He mumbled. When they got to the fancy restaurant they were to meet Rami and Lucy, Ben handed his car off to the valet as they headed for the door. Ben grabbed (Y/N)’s hand pulling her to a stop. She turned to look at him innocently, his normally bright green eyes were darkened by lust and desire, he looked slightly angry. “I’m warning you now, (Y/N), this is a posh place and they are some of my closest friends, best behaviour.” He growled at the female.

She reached up, unbuttoning the button on Ben’s black suit jacket, letting her hands run for a brief moment over his chest. “Now when have you ever known me to be naughty in public, Benjamin?” She teased the actor, using his full name.

“I’m being serious, keep this up and you’re going to be in for a world of punishment when we get home.”

She reached into her clutch, taking out the panties she had removed in the car before placing them in the inside pocket of his jacket to serve as a reminder that she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress. “Ooo, I quiver in fear.” She smirked, pulling away from his grip, walking seductively into the restaurant. Ben took a few deep breaths, shaking out his head to steady himself before following her through the revolving door. They stood pressed up against each other for a moment due to the high volume of people standing in the reception area. “Oh there they are.” She pointed out Rami and Lucy in the crowd, grinding her hips into Ben’s very slightly as she tried to maneuver her way around a couple over to the bar where the couple stood, happily sipping on their drinks. Ben groaned low in his throat, feeling his trousers beginning to tent ever so slightly at her antics.

“There you guys are!” Lucy cheered seeing the pair approach them.

“Sorry, we were stuck in a spot of traffic.” Ben apologized as he greeted the pair.

“They said it should just be a few minutes, so go get some drinks and let's catch up.” Rami smiled at the pair.

“With pleasure…” Ben mumbled under his breath hoping the alcohol would help calm him to some extent. While they stood at the bar, (Y/N) in front of Ben, she began to sway her hips to the music that was being played in the bar. To anybody else, she looked like she was just enjoying herself but Ben felt every movement of her arse perfectly against his crotch. He grabbed her hips, stilling her instantly, before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I’m warning you. Stop this while you still have the chance to get off easily.” He threatened her.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She mused with a smile, picking up their drinks when they were placed on the bar in front of her. She handed the actor his before they rejoined the pair.

They were sat at the table a while later and all through the meal, (Y/N) continued her antics secretly under the table. It took much restraint for Ben to hide the look of pleasure on his face as (Y/N)’s foot traveled up his leg so high she could count the change in his pocket. “Ben, is everything alright? You seem awfully distracted…” She asked him at one point during their meal while she was in the process of feeling him up. The audacity.

He cleared his throat and shifted ever so slightly in order to push her foot away from him. She thought she was being so innocent, it was plain as the nose on her face what she was doing and he was going to have none of it. “Oh yeah, never better.” He smirked, a hint of dark lust hidden in his eyes, invisible to Rami or Lucy, but painfully obvious to (Y/N).

After that he had to excuse himself from the table to splash a bit of cold water on his face in order to steady himself. He stared at himself in the lavatory mirror, trying to convince himself that he was going to be fine, that he was going to make it through this meal without feeling like he was going to explode. She was absolutely irresistible to him and she knew exactly well what she was doing to him. At one point when she had gotten up to the toilets, half of him considered following her and taking his frustrations out on her here and now, but at the same time, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy him enough and would look suspicious to Rami and Lucy, especially after their little exchange earlier. It would all be over soon, he kept trying to reassure himself, he would soon have his revenge. “This was fun!” Lucy cheered as they stood out front the restaurant later that night waiting for their respective cars. “We should definitely do it again sometime.”

“Oh you know that would be absolutely fantastic!” (Y/N) smiled, the hand that had been resting on Ben’s back trailed down until it rested soundly in the back pocket of his trousers.

The blonde actor stiffened ever so slightly, masking what he was feeling deep down as he shook Rami’s hand goodbye. “It was great seeing you both again. And I agree, let's get together again sometime soon.” Ben nodded at the other actor, a slight plea for help in his eyes.

“Yeah, for sure man.” Rami smiled, leaning over so Ben was the only one who could hear him. “I know exactly what you’re going through Lucy has been doing the same thing to me all night.”

“How did you…?”

“Trust me I’ve seen that same look in my eyes whenever I excuse myself enough to know what’s been going on. Best of luck to you.” Rami patted the actor’s shoulder before pulling back, returning his arm to its place around Lucy’s waist.

“Same to you mate.” Ben nodded as he pulled (Y/N) tighter into his side as their car was brought up. “Cheers mate.”

“Bye! Get home safe!” Lucy waved off.

“You too!” (Y/N) called back before getting into the car, a proud smirk on her face. Ben got in with a huff, keeping his eyes trained on the road, a scowl on his face.  “Well then, somebody looks sexually frustrated.” She teased. “I’m surprised you didn’t follow me to the toilets at some point.” The actor glared at her out of the corner of his eye but kept his gaze trained forward. “Awe, come on Ben, lighten up I was only having a bit of fun.”

“Only a bit of fun? You do realize who you were doing that in front of and where you were doing it right?” Ben snapped angrily at the female. In actuality, he wasn’t really angry with her, he just wanted her to think he was because he knew what it did to her. By the time they got home, he needed her to be putty in his hands. “I asked you to behave and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

“Alright Mufassa, calm down.” (Y/N) quipped rolling her eyes as she leaned back into her seat.

“You’re such a child sometimes I swear. It’s high time you were taught some manners.” Ben growled.

“And just what are you going to do about it?” (Y/N) asked as they stopped at a red light.

The actor turned and grabbed the female by the jaw, forcing her to look at him, his normally bright green eyes darkened heavily with desire. “Oh honey, it's not a question of what I’m going to do, it's about how I’m going to do it, and how much I’m going to make you suffer.” The female gulped at his actions, Ben had always been the dominant one in the bedroom but this was a whole new level she had never seen before. “Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up for the rest of the way home or you will absolutely not get to come for a full month, do I make myself clear?” He hissed. She nodded, not wanting to test this threat. “Good girl.” He patted her cheek as the light turned yellow then green.

Once they were home, they had just barely gotten through the door before he was pinning her up against it, kissing her roughly, her hands above her head, one of his legs between hers as he massaged one of her breasts. “I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody so badly.” He groaned between kisses as he trailed open mouthed kisses down her jaw over her neck where he bit harshly on her sweet spot, not enough to hurt her but to make her squirm. “You won’t be able to see straight when I’m done with you. Think you can just tease me all fucking day and get off easy with it? Think again sweetheart.” He grumbled pushing himself off her. “I’m going to get a drink, and if I come into the bedroom to not find you completely stripped and laying in the middle of the bed, your punishment is going to be even worse than you can imagine. Understand?” Ben hissed at the female, towering over her intimidatingly. She nodded quickly, clearly intimidated by this darker side of Ben. “Good girl.” He said slapping her on the arse as she scurried off toward the bedroom. He chuckled as he went into the kitchen, fixing himself a whiskey on the rocks as he loosened his tie. He leaned against the counter taking a sip as he considered his course of action. It was time for his revenge, and it would never taste sweeter than this.

[thearcanafan]

How the main wake you up 😴😴

Asra 💜🔮

• Very gentle

• Kisses you every where till you wake up

• Won't wake you up on weekends because you need your beauty sleep

• Breakfast in bed for some special occasions

Julian ♥️♠️

• Your the one who wakes up first

• But if he dose

• Tickets your face with his hair

• Even sometimes he might shake you awake *please forgive him*

• Malak's screech will always work

Nadia ♦️💎

• The way she wakes you up is so beautiful

• She would play with your hair

• She loves watching you sleep

• Wakes you up with a sweet voice of hers

• Will offer bath after you wake up

Muriel 💚🌲

• He's too shy to wake you up

• He thinks you'll get mad at him

• Will call your name softly if that dosent

• He will kiss you forehead

• But if your still asleep then...

• He will let you sleep he thinks he disturbed you

• Then the job is left for innana

Potria🐱🌻

• She would jump and down on the bed

• You would wake up pissed off

• Then you throw a pillow at her

• Then she throws back

• Pillow fight

Lucio 💛💎

• He wakes up horny so there is a lot of ways he can wake you up

• Neck kissing and biting

• Whisper dirty words to your ear

• Slaps your ass which lead to you slapping him on the face (at least you woke up)