#loudbarks

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Friday came much quicker than he anticipated. Between the successful day out shopping—where he served as the sole audience member and judge at Agent Provocateur—and making sure Jiji had everything he needed, they were whisked away to Alaska. Frankie did have her own jet, a fact that startled Ardan so greatly that he drank most of the flight to busy his lips from saying something uncouth. Just how much money was she able to get from husbands' past? However much it was, Frakie deserved that and double for what she had to go through. The demon was much too eager to reap the benefits of another man's folly. He had opted to carry his carry-on and the trunks of Frankie’s wardrobe so they could carry Jiji. Their belongings went straight into the rental car as he let Frankie bring them to her little slice of Alaskan paradise. It was breathtaking. The scenery was unlike anything he’d ever seen before, rivaling his host’s home back in Ireland. He knew the water was the main attraction for his lover, but he found himself appreciating the surrounding forests and the cold front that encircled them. He wondered what wildlife lived among them.

“Now this is a house, alright,” The demon exclaimed as they walked through the door, unloading everything from his arms at the door. The interior was homier than he anticipated, but the touch was something Ardan found himself enjoying most. It was like peeling back another layer of Frankie, seeing what exactly they preferred in their taste in real estate. He wanted nothing more than to sprint around each room like a troublesome child, peeking at every single item inside just to learn that much more about the woman he loved. “Lucifer, help me, ya have a patio and a balcony in this lil treehouse of yars?” He couldn’t contain himself, the excitement written all over his face clear as day. Oh, they were going to have a grand old time here together. Glancing down, he scooped up the suitcases and trunks again, turning to the redhead with a grin. “Well, show me where ya want all ya're stuff, love.”

[brutalperception]

closed starter for @loudbarks !

ben kind of HATES tour. he doesn't like talking to anyone he doesn't know. so forgive him, for not wanting to talk. he's fucking around with the radio at the front of the bus when he notices them. he knows technically it's rude, but the best he can offer is a cursory look over his shoulder, and a pained shrug. he doesn't ask. he doesn't need to.

[commonmonsters]

for @loudbarks, continued from here !!

As if those words bound him, Ardan did exactly what Frankie commanded him to. He stayed. The pressure of sunlight against his closed eyes finally woke him up. He slept well, much better than he cared to admit. It most likely had to do with the comforting weight he held in his arms. Looking down, he took in the sight of red, messy hair. From the sound of their breathing, Frankie was still sleeping. Good, she needed as much rest as she could get.

Her fingers were still curled around his hand, acting like the anchor that kept him here with them. Ardan would be a monster—figuratively—to disturb Frankie like this, so he didn’t. Instead, he dipped his head down, lips planting a soft, warm kiss on the top of her head. Even though he could have kissed or touched her more, he fiercely resisted the urge to.

Instead, he found himself thinking about last night. The way he made her feel, the reactions he pulled out of her, and just how eagerly he’d do it all again if directed. And then Ardan thought about the softness that came after and just how undeniably sweet Frankie was towards him. The thought of her mirth crinkling in her watercolor eyes when she teased him caused his heart to stutter in his chest. Lucifer could come smite him now; he was royally fucked.

[commonmonsters]

@loudbarks sent: warning for frankie & ardan. (actions speak louder than words non-verbal action prompts)

Ardan was a natural ragebaiter. He couldn’t help it; it paired well with his nature as an insufferable demon. From the way he spoke to his actions, he could drive just about anyone to the brink of insanity if you kept them in a room with him for more than five minutes. The reactions he elicited from mortals and immortals alike tasted just as delicious as human souls did, and who would he be to deny himself his sordid version of joy? So it made sense that Ardan would restart his antics with his fiancée, and he learned quickly just how full of rage she actually was.

He put all of Frankie’s mugs on the top shelf. Jiji watched as he woke up early that morning to enact his ridiculous little plan. The feline familiar chirped away, as if he were warning the demon just how bad an idea this all was. But Ardan pressed on anyway, showering the cat with pets until he hushed, hopped off the counter, and returned to his own devices. Once he had successfully migrated Frankie's mugs to the top cabinet, he slipped back into bed with them and pretended to wake when they did. The two of them descended the steps, chatting away about what the day had in store for them. Frankie mentioned shopping, and he knew immediately what that meant. A whole day of carrying bags, watching them try on outfit after outfit, and applauding each one, because Frankie looked stunning in everything—even a potato sack. Ardan watched silently, eyes bright as they fixed a pot of coffee for both of them. A tiny smile tugged at the edges of his lips as Frankie opened the cabinets, confusion evident on their face as their armada of mugs disappeared. They began to go through each cabinet and drawer until the only ones left were the ones Frankie couldn’t reach. She turned to him, glaring daggers at him, and finally, Ardan began to cackle. “Sorry, kitten,” he taunted, hopping off the stool and going to the top cabinet, swinging the doors open to reveal Frankie’s mugs. “I couldn’t resist teasing ya—”

As he turned back around to face her, he felt the cool steel of a kitchen knife at the side of his neck. His jaw slackened, and his eyes went wide. Slowly, Ardan’s gaze fell onto Frankie’s. Her gaze was half-lidded, absolutely smug as a pretty smile graced their lips. He did not let the sweetness deceive him; this was a threat through and through. Never touch my shit again. The demon blinked, half in shock, and half in disbelief because he didn’t think he’d be turned on as much as he was right now. Slowly, his lips pulled into a grin, baring teeth. The flesh of his neck leaned into the serration of the knife, slowly putting more pressure until the steel bit into his skin. Blood dripped cleanly from the wound, and Ardan groaned in pleasure, his hand clasped over Frankie’s that held the knife. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into theirs before kissing her fervently. His teeth gnawed on her lower lip, tongue flickering against the roof of her mouth, and his free hand gripped her hip so tightly to keep her pressed against him. Once they parted, the demon stared at her with wild, dilated pupils. “At this rate, love,” he murmured. “We might not be makin’ it out of the house today.”

[commonmonsters]

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They started to hunt together more often after their first night together. It gave Ardan such a rush to finally have someone—his beloved Frankie—cause as much chaos as he did when it was time to claim souls for his master. The siren was his everything; she was the woman who found ways to love every disgusting, nasty part of him. To do this together with her was something he couldn’t begin to describe, just how thankful he was for. He understood that the hunts brought a sadness to them that he had never experienced. It was humanity seeping back into Frankie’s ancient bones after all this time away from it. Because of that, he never pushed them. He let them set the tone and pace every time they did this together. And when things didn’t go as planned or in a way they wanted them to, they retreated back home to lick their wounds, watch something that comforted them together, and try again.

Tonight was another night to hunt, and Ardan was excited. Hand in hand, he led Frankie towards the docks, her font of magic. Once they were seated on the edge of the dock, face to face with the water, the demon turned to them before nudging them to get their attention. As Frankie turned to face him, he beamed with his mean, jagged teeth. “Ya know what I think I’d like from ya?” The brunet asked, thumb brushing against their knuckles as he tugged her closer to his side. “Do ya think you can give me one of ya siren songs to start the night? It makes me feel real good, and I just love hearin’ that pretty voice of yars do its thing.” Ardan took both of Frankie’s hands, bringing them to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles with reverence. “Unless ya’re savin’ it for the hunt. If so, I can wait, chuisle mo chroí (pulse of my heart).”

[commonmonsters]

@loudbarks sent: size for frankie & ardan. (actions speak louder than words non-verbal action prompts)

Ever since he proposed, Ardan couldn’t stop looking at Frankie’s hand. It was difficult not to; not when the fancy vivid blue glistened so brilliantly under the restaurant lights. The diamond shone brightly with the same, enpassioned promise he gave her since he got down on one knee: that he would stay with her through this eternity and every other one after that. Blue-gray eyes softened, taking in every groove of their knuckles and curve of their fingers. To adorn Frankie with something as beautiful as the love they shared was a privilege Ardan would never tire of possessing.

After placing their orders, Ardan shuffled the menus over to the waiter before turning his attention back to his fiancée. His smile was fond as he watched Frankie look from his face to his hand. Dutifully, he slid his hand towards her, already understanding what they wanted. The demon’s palm up to signify for them to follow suit and join him. They did eagerly, and he grinned as the diamond gleamed every time her fingers moved. Frankie’s hand joined his, and even when they faced opposite directions, he could tell she was already measuring his hand with keen precision. Their fingers brushed against the midpoint of his palm, while his fingerpads easily stroked against their wrist. The comparison made Ardan chuckle, fond and low as he glanced up at Frankie. His free hand clasped around the stem of his wine glass, and he took a long, unhurried sip.

“‘Avin’ fun ov’r there?” Ardan teased, a broad grin growing across his face with each passing second. A beat passed, and that same smile grew lovesick. “I love ya.” It was the most obvious statement in the world, but he needed Frankie to hear it. “More than anythin’ else in this eternity.”

[brutalperception]

@loudbarks sent #, send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: little red 🖤

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

(bc we all know ben CANNOT resist them cheesing)

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: angels by the xx he is a softie

 - my muse’s last text to your muse: left my key in the room when i was getting ice free me from being in the hallway in a tshirt