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: ̗̀➛ I am Vala.

I welcome thee to my little branch of the world where silly little tales are written, and numerous posts are reblogged and fawned over. I leap from interest to interest, many will come and go, but rarely will I ever fully abandon one over the other. If you follow me then mayhaps there will be days where a lot of things may appear on your dash from my end, though other days there will be little to no activity. Motivation and inspiration are flipped around and sometimes it may take me an age to update one of the few stories that are ongoing, but trust that I will never fully abandon one, and that I will, eventually, come back to it one day.

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Artwork: John Duncan - Tristan and Isolde, 1912

Nightmare: "Are you sitting on the TV remote?"

Dream: "No."

Nightmare: "Stand up."

Gifts and words of congratulations had been exchanged with laughter and joy as the day passed much too quickly, and yet as the first stars of the night began to twinkle in the sky, you found yourself swept away as Lust took your hands and twirled his way out of the room; you kept close as giggles erupted between you both.

He’d been an absolute delight throughout the whole day, greeting you with breakfast on the bed in the morning, a lunch at your favourite café at noon, a wonderful dinner picnic held atop the hill overlooking the ocean, and finally, a superior evening with friends where cakes of all types had been served. Truly, Lust had done his best to assure that this day had been the most wonderful for you yet, and you couldn’t see how it could become any better than this.

As you walked onto the balcony with him, you came eye to eye light with Cross, who stood nervously beneath the fairy lights. He’d been working to ensure the day had been perfect as well, though he’d preferred to stay in the background whilst Lust took the reins. However, now, when it was just you three, he regained some confidence as he relaxed his shoulders and allowed his eye lights to roam over your body.

“You look stunning,” he said, and although he might have mentioned it earlier today, it still made you blush.

“Thank you, Cross. You look quite handsome yourself,” you said, though laughed a little as Lust gave you a pouty but cute glance. “And so do you.”

Lust grinned as he pulled you further along, stopping only once the three of you were together. Cross brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, and as he pulled you and Lust in for a warm embrace, he kissed the both of you softly, lovingly. And once it ended, Lust did the exact same thing, causing butterflies to form in your stomach as both of these silly skeletons didn’t spare any expense to shower you with love.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Lust said, giving your cheek an extra little kiss as he nuzzled in against Cross’s broad chest together with you once you all settled down onto the outdoor sofa.

“Happy birthday, my heart,” Cross added, kissing the top of your head before getting comfortable against the pillows cushioning his back.

Your throat felt tight as you laid with them both, comfortable and warm by their side as the day slowly came to an end. Their arms were around you and keeping you safe, and as your eyelids felt heavy with sleep, you finally allowed yourself a moment to relax and fall into a blissful sleep; knowing you’d wake up with either Cross or Lust carrying you inside and towards bed.

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[reactions under the cut]

They'd trail a finger gently over their nasal ridge, caress their cheek with a knuckle, or, sometimes, they even give them soft kisses until they start to stir.

I’m going to preface this by what kind of sleepers these guys are: Vant and Mal are both extremely light sleepers, the smallest movement from you will probably have them stirring already. Wine is a pretty light sleeper too, but would likely not stir until you touch him. And then there’s Red 💀💀 he sleeps so heavily.

Anyways now onto their reactions!

Red: If he’s sleeping peacefully (which, next to you, he tends to) he sleeps so deeply and you’ll likely be able to get away with lots of soft touching to his face before he stirs. If you want him to wake up, that trailing of your finger over his nasal ridge will do the trick. His face will scrunch up as he lets out a whuffle, then a grumble as he cracks open his sockets. He’s liable to pull you close to him, tucking your head under his chin as he rumbles something unintelligible. He seems grumpy, but he’s just not a morning person. Deep down? He loves lazing about in bed with you in the morning.

Vant: He’s cracking open his sockets the moment your hand moves towards him. His lights blearily take you in, as his expression, usually tight with a scowl, is all soft and confused with sleep clinging to him. Though he wakes suddenly at your movement, he has no objections to your touch, heavily leaning into your affection and letting out those quiet, deep purrs as he does so. He’s a bit grumpy in the mornings too (let’s be honest, when is he not grumpy?) and might grumble sleepily or close his sockets in attempts to get a second sleep in, but you can convince him to get up, especially with those soft kisses.

Wine: His vinaceous lights are a little fuzzy with sleep as his sockets open slowly at your gentle touches. He’s faster to wake than the others, always seeming to have endless energy, even when he’s tired. He’ll capture your hand in his and press a kiss to your palm. And then a little nuzzle to your wrist. Little nibbles to your finger tips - his lights bright with mischief as he gets you giggling with his antics. “Good Morning, My Dearest.” He’ll rumble, voice still rough with sleep. He can be convinced to laze about with you, but you better work quick because once this man is up he’s not laying back down.