Masrur x ReaderEntering his spacious quarters, Masrur rubbed at his shoulders, feeling much like a 40-year-old man instead of his 20 years. Sharkkan had dragged him into yet another "short fight", which quickly escalated into an almost full-on battle. Luckily, one solid kick to their leader's face had finished the entire, allowing him to go back home for a well-deserved rest.More Like This
"Mas?" a sweet voice called out. "Is that you?"
"Yes," he responded simply. "Where are you?"
His lovely wife, (f/n) stood from her spot on the couch, long (curly/straight/wavy)(h/c) hair falling down her back. A loose (f/c) dress fluttered down her body, stretched tight across her pregnant middle. (E/c) eyes sparkled in greeting at her Fanalis husband. "Welcome home, Mas," she murmured, striding towards him.
Standing on her toes, she reached up to kiss him, fingers tangling in his red locks. He accepted her invitation, being extremely careful with the fragile woman in his arms. The first few months of
Ja'far x Reader - DemonsMore Like This
The visions from her past continuously haunt the young woman, and she can’t get a wink of sleep. The horrid images of bodies cluttering the ground is all she sees once she tries to sink into a blissful oblivion. Her parents, brothers and sisters. It was obscene. Morbid.
She tosses and turns every night, crying out and waking a certain white-haired general. He quietly slips out of bed and moves to her room, to which the girl awakens and bolts up in fright.
He hushes her with whispers of comfort, fleeting touches that calm her every nerve. He moves next to her, wrapping his arms around her middle and places his chin atop her head. “Sleep.” He whispers.
This was a continuous routine. Every night, Ja’far would shamble to _____’s room and comfort her. His worry was incessant, the worry of her eventually falling into the endless black hole known as insanity. She couldn't f
[Magi] Yunan x HalfFanalis!Reader - EscapeMore Like This
The wandering Magi, I guess that’s the phrase that everyone called him by.
His name was Yunan, only a few people had his trust and only a few people knew how he truly was on the inside. Well, to be exact, Sinbad’s mother Esra was the last person who had gained his trust blindly; ever since her death, Yunan was not able to fully trust anyone.
But that was his destiny, he thought.
Yunan, the wandering Magi, after dying 8 times and coming back to life because of his rukh, finally accepted his fate; a fate that was filled with loneliness and restless wandering around the world without a goal in mind.
Although he was always showing a smile, he felt completely different on the inside.
Right now it was raining and oh how he loved the rain. Whenever it rained, his tears were free to flow down his cheeks; those tears that were sometimes unintentional dwelled in his eyes because with every passing day, week, month, and possibly with every passing life… the pain in his heart sta
[Magi] Cat trouble - Kouha x ReaderStil without beta reader.. But I hope it's okay anyway! Kouha is a bit hard to write for romantic, so he is maybe a little OOC D: I am sorry for that!More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Kouha, Kouen, Kougyoku or you. I only own the plot and Luna-chan :3
„DAMN! THIS FLEABAG! [NAME]!!!“, a very mad and loud voice yelled through the palace of Kou. You know that voice could only belong to one person – Kouen - who got strange tantrums from his office out.
It seemed your cat, that you have taken care of some time ago , once again scratched valuable documents. And each time Kouen's documents fell under the claws of the little cat.
„Luna?“, you called out after your little stray bullet,who had , of course, hidden after Kouens roar. Annoyed you went to Kouens office and peaked your head in. "Prince Kouen , I understand your anger , but please throttle your volume , otherwise you scare Luna so much that we have to search the whole palace f