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@xxsycamore this is so hot 🥵

Dec. 7 for Gilbert and Belle then, pls. Thank you! ^^

Happy Birthday to Gilbert! This is also my first time writing for him. I still know very little about him, hope I did him justice. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it, happy holidays!

Special tag for @gilbertvonobsidian. His works were a great source of inspiration for this story as well as a reference. Definitely do check moons works if you’re a Gilbert simp!

A treaty of peace has been signed between the kingdoms of Rhodolite and Obsidian, albeit significantly in the favor of the latter. Belle is sent to personally extend greetings to Gilbert Von Obsidian, now King of Obsidian. She is not yet aware that one of the gifts she is to offer, is in fact, herself.

Felicitations for the Obsidianite King [ GILBERT X MC SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,496

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Secret Relationship; Porn With Plot; Mutual Pining; Slight Hate Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6]

DAY 7 - “You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.”

A cold shiver runs through Belle's core, the sound of her own steps sounding distant, as if not her own. She has her eyes glued to the center of the room where a man sits, dressed in black from head to toe, even if she wishes to look away. His demeanor is all that hers is not - confident, relaxed. Beckoning.

He gives his wine glass a small sway - appearing to be more interested in the swirl of the rich red liquid than the view in front of him, but with a smile nonetheless. It's then that the woman approaching him steals his attention. She is still fairly far away, but his crimson eye scans her expression masterfully, no more than a couple of seconds enough for him to judge her character. Oh, he's been looking forward to this meeting.

The background noise of courtiers hurriedly carrying various chests and treasures inside the room soon dies down as they stand in a neat line, bowing their heads. Gilbert raises a hand, letting them know that they're free to take their leave.

In the room remain only Belle and him now, enveloping the room into an air of tension. She is aware that she is meant to be the one to break the silence first, and she gulps down discretely to prepare a firm tone.

"From the kingdom of Rhodolite, I present Your Majesty with a modest offering of holiday gifts and goods from our land to commemorate both the upcoming Christmas season and Your Majesty's birthday. May you find our gifts to your liking as you unwrap them."

Gilbert waits patiently for her to finish her speech, fighting the urge to strip her off her formalities seeing that she puts so much effort. As the current king, he finds something entertaining about being addressed as such, in front of Belle no less. After all, they have their own little history together that shouldn't be swept under the rug just because of a fleeting piece of paper that has recently come to existence. Namely, the treaty of peace between the two countries that put an end to the war. Even if it tips significantly in Obsidian's favor.

"Why don't you come closer, Belle?"

Still lowered in a curtsy, Belle allows the act of biting on her bottom lip thinking that it would stay hidden from the man's eye. She is wrong. Either way she approaches as per his request, ignoring his mocking grin.

Making the mistake to get at arm's length, the breath hitches in her chest as her wrist is harshly grabbed and pulled, making her crash her weight down on him. Gilbert effortlessly maneuvers her into his lap despite her protests and secures an arm around her waist.

"Shh. Be good for me."

It's hardly a matter of being good, when she finds herself in the last place she is supposed to be. The sign on the treaty means nothing as the enemy remains an enemy. That's what she tells herself, maintaining a sharp gaze at Gilbert who she is suddenly seeing up close. Very close.

"You can relax. No one will be able to see what the so-called Rhodolitian Belle is up to behind those closed doors."

The seduction in his tone resembles more nails against a chalkboard than anything, if Belle has to make something out of it. He is trying to trick her into thinking that this is something she wants. Something she's wanted for a long time. The taste of it still familiar on the tip of her tongue that refuses time and time again to wrap around a single word.

"I'm not here for this."

Gilbert simply smiles, backside leaned fully in the luxurious sofa as he admires the arch of her eyebrows expressing something that she can hardly recognize in herself.

"Yes you are."

He nods his head matter-of-factly, keeping his tone to a whisper and holding her gaze.

"They sent you here personally. Why do you think, is that?"

His single crimson eye glimmers a tad more with danger, gloved finger snaking its way under her chin to tilt it his way. He sits up, bringing his face into the crook of her neck, breath fanning over the tiny hairs that escaped her neat updo.

“You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.”

This time it's her eyes that widen, as shock spirals thought her. Gilbert Von Obsidian is going to have his way with her, right here in his kingdom that she only meant to visit for political purposes.

And she is going to love every second of it.

It's like he can smell her arousal, a beast by nature, the grin on his face only deepens. One hand patting over her bottom, Gilbert whispers sweet nothings in her ear as if to convince her to throw away the rest of her composure and give in to his touches. With her legs on each side of his lap now, Belle can sense how easy it is to press against him closer, to feel his touch all over the places she wants him to touch her. Her pelvis rubs against the front of his pants in a manner that is surely irritating for both of them. For a second, she feels like the cruel one.

She could easily spit out the profanity that comes to mind, an endless string of Take me, Fuck me already, Show me what I've been missing, or she could bite her tongue and remain with dignity. The two versions are both alluring but not as the sight of said Gilbert Von Obsidian ravishing her exposed cleavage with wet kisses and swirls of his tongue. Oh, he's been missing her too. At least that's what the bulge in his pants is telling her.

Gilbert finds the ties of her dress and tugs them undone slowly, entertaining the thought that the additional ribbons holding her robes together are meant to resemble opening a gift. Just as he has claimed to be his intention, he takes his sweet time peeling off each layer, until she is flushed and naked in his arms, ready for the taking.

At this point there is no better place for her trembling hands to occupy than his shoulders, prepared to use them for lavage to fuck herself on his cock should he place her on it. Thought she might rather demand to be used like the gift she is meant to be, laid down gracefully and receiving his thrusts. As predicted, Gilbert calls the shots. He plunges his cock inside, masking his moan with a chuckle and a remark of how tightly her walls are sucking him in. In reply, her nails bite tiny crescents in his shoulderblades, urging him to go faster, harder. She doesn't want to drag this on, feeling the pleasure coil in her belly in an impatient fashion. This and, because it's hardly the time or the place. It will never be, anyway. Not with him.

Gilbert stills his hips, unamused by her rushed ministrations and taking it upon himself to slow things down. He guides her to fall down softly on his cock, dragging her up and then down again and setting a pace of his own. Belle is not so sure if he is doing it for the sake of his own pleasure of rather just to tease. She figures going along with it should be good for the time being as surely Gilbert has his own limits.

Fully leaned back in his seat again, Gilbert watches the way she towers over him slightly despite how small he probably is making her feel. His cock twitches inside her, indicating of his own fascination with their act, and Belle whines out at the feeling. At the back of her mind she scolds herself for moaning like a cheap whore on his royal cock, not for the sake of his reputation but for her own, moreso when she purports a certain dignity. Oh, but the slow drag of his cock is too good - swollen with approaching climax and hitting all the right spots to make her fall into the void first. And that's exactly what happens.

With another illicit moan that she tries not to convey his name, Belle throws her head back and bucks her hips pleading for more friction. Gilbert decides to be good and give her some, in her high - he slams her bottom on his cock, reaching impossibly deep inside her - and stills there, as his own culmination finds him. Thick spurts of come shot up her insides and Belle opens her eyes wide, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners. The only coherent thought in her well-fucked mind is the echo of the realization that it's the Obsidianite King that is filling her to the brim with his cum right now.

The rest is electricity running through her veins and the heat of her body, nude like a freshly unwrapped birthday gift.

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Of Snowfall and Warmth: 🍷Vlad🍷 [Ikemen Vampire]

19th Century. Paris.

Bright skies were visible in the dimly lit streets despite the street lights being as bright as the sun.

Yet....there was a slight chill in the air as I made my way towards the florist.

The man was a sweet gentleman....ruby red eyes smiling kindly as his diamond white hair was messy from working hard.

He'd offered me a few red roses.... yet somehow....his gaze held me prisoner....

His voice was as soft as silk, yet his demeanor was as rough as rocks.

He was a gentleman yet he was a soldier.

A vampire yet still a man....

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I entered his shop, and threw my arms around him, nuzzling his lower jaw.

"Vlad...." My whispers reached his ears, his gentle grip around my waist tightened.

"Darling.... please do not tempt me so...." a wry smile crossed his face.

"I love you....and I want to stay with you...." our eyes met, and there was electricity in the air.

Neither of us could deny our attraction to each other.....yet....

"There's going to be a snowstorm coming soon...."

"I know. That's why I planned our time together. Just us. No one else."

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#ikemen vampire vlad

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@mythsofkairos I originally started off with Bleach.....😅 followed by Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Everyone’s starter anime is death note.

I don’t count sailor moon or dbz cuz you watched those as a kid and assumed they were cartoons.

I mean when you got “into” anime fully aware of what it was and actually became immmmmmersed in this bizarre weeb culture.

It’s usually death note.

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Mine Beloveth [Shakespeare/MC fluff ]

A/N: Just a little gift for a friend (who is not on tumblr). Also, with a hint of cottagecore in it, because I can’t get enough. Hope you enjoy!

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William doesn’t have to think twice of just where has his fair maiden run off to, once they’ve returned from the theater. In a warm sunny afternoon like this, the one place MC loves spending her time the most, is none other than the small backyard of William’s home.

As he makes last touches to the contents of the small tray, he carefully maneuvers it in one hand while making his way towards the back door - in hopes that his love would bring the lovely picture to life.

And he truly finds her there - the epitome of a mid-summer bliss as she occupies the hammock in the garden, one leg nonchalantly dangling off it.

William approaches her with quiet steps, worrying that he won’t be able to hold back the tune he’s humming as not to disturb her. She’s not in slumber, no - she appears to be reading a book, it being propped up on one knee as she holds it with a single hand, the other one cushioning the back of her head.

“My darling culver.”

He wishes to drink in the sight of her a second longer before calling for her attention, because once having met her eyes, there is no other place his gaze would rather rest upon. Oh, but perhaps he could spare a moment to join by her side, if not reading as well, then just to watch her.

“Oh, William! Is that for me?”

She gestures with her chin tilting softly towards the tray, and it’s William’s cue to finally settle it down on the small wooden stool near the hammock.

“Yes. I bought thee some cut fruit.”

He indulges himself into the tiniest of mischief, unavoidable as the stir in his heart anytime she shoots him that smile of hers. The corners of his own mouth curl into such, as he takes one of the apple slices in between delicate fingers. He brings the piece to her lips as she has nowhere to go but to open up and let him feed it to her, a gesture that has brought a nice rosy color to her cheeks many times in the past. It still has the same effect on her, just like William recalls it to do back in time, and he chuckles at his darling for being such a blushing bride.

Even after she’s done chewing on it, William keeps his hand close - running the pad of his thumb on her lips, hopefully in a manner that is not too teasing - and enjoying her gaze all the same.

He’s not expecting the following act of his beloved, catching that same hand with her own, turning it over to place a soft kiss on the back - the hand that he fed her with - and his mismatches eyes widen.

Oh, love.

“Whatever plans I hadst for the rest of the afternoon, it matters not now. I only wisheth to spend time with thee.”

MC swears she hears him say, you’ve enchanted me once again, but decides the confirmation of that toe-curling string of words would be more than what she could take. She simply offers him a sweet, enthusiastic nod.

“I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you too, Will! We hardly get the time to enjoy such peaceful days.”

He leans down to kiss her brow, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear as it falls down to tickle his beloved’s cheek. He can’t have that happening now. Without taking his eyes off her, for the fear she might disappear like the mirage she is, he pats the pockets of his home pants to find a little ribbon to tie back his hair with.

“T’s true.”

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Hi... Sorry, could I get something for MC trying to come to terms with their own mortality? I've been diagnosed recently with something potentially terminal and told that there wasn't much they could do and I'm struggling to process it

Some angst and comfort from any character, any format please

Also I understand this topic might be upsetting or uncomfortable so feel free to ignore it

Anyways I love your writing and the care you put when interacting with everyone. Thank you. Truly.

💚💡

If there are any changes to be made, or anything to be added, do tell me and I'll alter accordingly. I feel like I've strayed from what was originally asked, and I'm not so sure. I hope you get better, and thank you so much for dropping in a request.

The tall door of the eldest's room stands in your way, dark and imposing and a barrier.

Your feet linger for a moment, hands gripping the document with such a tenacity that your knuckles turn white. Maybe he's asleep. Or filling some documents of forms or proposals and all that jazz. With an elbow on the desk and palm on his forehead.

You'd bring him coffee those nights, as a quick booster to keep the demon awake. And tea on days where you'd want him to get some sleep soon—chamomile and lavender, from the human world.

It's going to take only one sharp knock on the door. Demon have hearing better than humans, suited to taking in even the most—

"Instead of lurking around outside, why not come in?"

Having been shamefully caught, you twist your hands around the knob and open the door, stepping inside with hesitant steps.

Lucifer sits on his desk, besides the array of various Demonus that decorates the room. Missing his usual coat, the demon looks relaxed with the soft warmth from the fire illuminating his features.

And you'd hate to destroy his peace.

"I wanted to see you," He smiles, getting up from his chair. "You've been awfully hard to catch a hold of lately. Are those the documents for me?"

He's happy to see you. Confused, as to why you've been avoiding him lately. Then the smile on his face will vanish when you tell him and he's going to—

"You're crying."

Lucifer states, and a thumb comes to brush away the tear. Your eyes meet for a moment, and then you force yourself to look away. You can't, you can't speak those words. You can't. You must. You should. You have to.

"MC?"

The wood in the fireplace still crackles, and your heart still beats loudly in your ears. But Lucifer doesn't say a word, and when you snap your head upwards you see his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

You remain quiet, the lump in your throat too heavy to speak. Tears have not stopped flowing, but your body has started shaking again. The demon stands dumbstruck, and when his sight falls on the document in your grip, Lucifer's stare furrows into one of confusion.

He grabs the file from your hands, and when you tighten your grip the sensation of your nails digging into your palm reminds you of reality.

Paper gets turned around in such a frenzy that you fear it might tear. Focused eyes scan every line, every word undergoing the scrutiny of the first born.

For a minute, you both stay there. With the silence of the fireplace and your own thoughts, you wipe away hastily at the tears on your face. Trepidation eats away at you like a pest. You don't know what to say anymore, what to do. You don't know.

Lucifer's face changes from confusion to surprise, panic, anger, fear and when he looks at you with wide eyes you can't bring yourself to say anything.

For there is nothing to say at all.

He places a hand on your cheek, the material of his gloves dampened by your tears. The sensation grounds you; and your own trembling hands place themselves on his.

"Tell me," He mutters, lower lip trembling. "Is this true?"

The proof is right there in front of him. The document having been thrown aside on the table is real, the words in there having sealed your fate.

And yet, Lucifer refuses to accept it.

He picks it up once again, frantically turning the pages and reading the words he's so desperately been trying to deny. His fingers tremble, and you can see the paper crinkling under the pressure they're being subject to.

You hold his hand, but Lucifer doesn't respond.

"Devildom medicine may be able to help," He swallows, eyes darting around the room, at everywhere but you. "The remedy must be somewhere—something, if we could just acquire it, a-and then the medical texts might be able to help."

Your grip on his hand tightens, and yet Lucifer doesn't notice.

He goes on. "Solomon," He mumbles, eyes blown wide, as if a revelation came to him. "Solomon must be knowing something. He has millenia worth of knowledge, and there must be something." You feel the demon slipping away in his own madness, his voice getting more panicked by the second. Your heart sinks at his words, and a sob threatens to slip past your lips.

His wings have sprouted now, black and wide, a clear sign of the demon's state. The diamond birthmark stares at you, and you wonder if it was another eye of his angel days or a mark of being a demon.

"Simeon," He babbles, utterly lost in his own madness, and you consider grabbing his horns to bring him back to reality. "Simeon must know—must know something! Celestial medicine might work, and even it that isn't an option then—then the Garden of Eden must have!" Your stomach drops, and the demon grows blurry in your vision. Does this man even know what he is proposing? "It must have the fruit! I'll ask Simeon to retrieve it—no! I'll get it myself and then you'll be—"

Lucifer's face reels from the impact.

His wife eyes stare at the bottles and bottles of Demonus, shining and fragile.

"Shut up," You snap. "Shut up, Lucifer, and think twice about what you are saying!"

Your palm stings at having slapped the demon, and yet you stand there, with your knees trembling and face twisted in a scowl. Angry tears flow down your face. "Do you even know what you are saying, Lucifer? Do you even know the horrors of what you are proposing to do?"

You swallow, voice trailing off in the end. For the visions that come to mind make your heart seize in fear.

The demon doesn't look at you.

He doesn't move, doesn't speak, only stands there, renderered dumb.

"I don't want what happened to Lilith to happen to you, or us," At the name, Lucifer closes his eyes, jaw clenched. "I don't want another war to happen, Lucifer. I don't want you all to destroy yourselves because of me."

You hold back a shuddering sob.

You wipe your face with your hands. "Besides, humans die of old age.

There's that harrowing silence once again.

"Please don't."

The demon whispers, voice weaker and more broken than you've ever heard him. "I don't want you to go. Not now—not then, not ever."

"....."

"Something could be done!"

"There's nothing you can do."

"What should I d-do?" He trembles, voice trailing off in the end. The demon holds his face is in his hands, and when you attempt to move towards him he recoils. He opens his mouth to speak, and his fangs poke out. "Watch you die one day while I sit and do nothing?" Lucifer spits out.

"Watch you fade away while I remain? Watch you leave me alone—us all alone, and you're ready to leave us?! Ready to die?! Did you give up so easily on yourself?!"

The words spill past his lips in a frenzy, and you know that Lucifer fears for you, that he loves you too much to let go, but you take a step back all the same.

"I don't want to die!" You shout, glad that the brothers aren't home. The demon's face is frozen at your words. "I don't want to go too! I—I don't want to leave you all! I want to live and sit with y-you all for tea in the evenings and—and I want to live my human life to the fullest!"

You choke out, and suddenly your knees are too weak to support you. The demon rushes towards you as soon as your knees hit the ground. One hand on your back and the other tucking your head in his heaving chest.

"I don't want to go," You mumble, voice weak and wavering. Lucifer's scent is calming, and so you bury your face in the fabric, the beating of his heart soothing. "I—I don't want to leave you all alone."

The demon chokes on a sob. Seeing you on the ground; so utterly tired and weak, his heart wrenches. A disease that he, Lucifer Morningstar himself can't cure. An illness that will take you away from him.

Death comes on one individual, but its impact is felt on many.

"I know, dear. I know," He breathes out, burying his nose in your hair. "I know you want to live, and I want you to live too."

I don't want you to leave me.

The demon takes your hand in his own, cradling it in his palm. "I'm scared," He tells you, and you are unable to hold back a shuddering sob.

Lucifer's vision blurs, and so he closes his eyes and holds you close, holds you tighter, until his wings cover you, hide you away from the world.

You both stay there for some time.

Until the wood in the fireplace is about to be exhausted, and sensing the cold, the demon mutters an incarnation which lights up the place once again.

Until it's nighttime and just a few hours before his brothers will come back. Hungry and tired and excited, for it's the eldest's turn to cook.

Until both your sobs have quietened down, exhaustion taking its place.

When Lucifer gets up, he cradles you in his arms before placing you on the comfy chair. He excuses himself to the bathroom to wash his face.

His horns get tangled in the shower curtains, and the demon nearly bangs his head on the wall. Mammon would have tried his best to get it on video.

When he comes back to the study, he comes with a tray and cookies. You're on the chair, his coat draping over your frame, the fur on the collar covering your neck.

Lucifer smiles at the sight, but it falls when he realizes that this is something he won't be able to witness forever.

"I brought tea," He says, placing your cup in your hands. You take a sip and the taste of the beverage you'd give Lucifer on sleepy nights hits you.

It's warm, comforting, and feels nice.

Your gaze remains fixated on the fireplace, the embers burning with the fury of Hellfire, hot enough to melt even the most resilient of souls and materials.

"I don't want you to leave me."

Lucifer says, cup in hand. You inspect the demon for a moment before taking another sip of the tea. You don't say anything, but make it evident you're listening to the demon.

"When I found out that Lilith stole the fruit," The demon begins, eyes faraway and distant as if they're looking straight past you. "I was confused. Surprised, even dumbstruck, that she would choose to defy the rules even if punishment was to be obliterated. I wondered how she had the courage to rebel, even if it was for love."

The demon places down the cup on the table, now empty.

Lucifer's lips are drawn in a line. "But then I understand her predicament," He mumbles, and wrings his hand. "I d-don't want you to die."

Your smile is a sad one. "You'll have to let me go sooner or later, Luci."

"Maybe we could make you immortal?" He whispers, eyes wide and hopeful.

"I," You begin, words catching in your throat. "I don't know."

You've seen it on Solomon's face so many times. The expression he sometimes has—when reminiscing past events or places he took you along to visit.

Immortality has a price.

Lucifer breathes out, voice steady. "But you’re going to go to a place I can't follow."

You stiffen up, the garment pooling in your lap.

"This has to happen sooner or later. Human lives are nothing to comparison to demons and angels. I will have to die someday, and there's nothing we can do about it."

The demon deflates. His shoulders droop, and hair hides his face, the fire softening the man's features. He remains quiet, not a word spilling past his lips, and yet, they tremble all the same.

"Please," He begins, the lump in his throat making it impossible to form coherent words without breaking in whimpers, but he persevers. "Please, I'm not—I'm not ready to let you go yet. I can't."

The demon sobs into his hands.

Your own heart breaks at the sight. "My life was never in your or my hands, Lucifer. You'll have to let me go one day."

You wipe your own tears, trying to ignore the way your voice trembles.

"Until then, Lucifer, I want to make the most of my time with you all."

"....What about my brothers?"

"I'll tell them later, Lu," You add, adjusting the cost around you. "But I don't want to spend what time I have in fear and pain."

Lucifer finally looks up from his hands to peek at you, eyes swollen with tears.

When you sees you have wrapped your coat around him to resemble a burrito, Lucifer chuckles, voice scratchy from crying. "Come here, MC," He mumbles, wiping away his tears and when you waddle up to him another laugh spills past his lips.

He opens up his arms so that you can sit on his lap, and then they close around you once more, so that your head rests under his chin.

How long does it normally take to make Hellfire Curry Rice?

Half an hour, one hour if you're a beginner. Boil the rice and make the curry with some veggies and meat.

But for seven demons and one Avatar of Gluttony?

More than an hour. And so start with step one: wash and boil the rice. The demon does that with care, and while the rice gets another rinse in the sink Lucifer's ears catch the sound of vegetables bring chopped.

Working together gets things done faster, after all.

"Will that be enough?" You question, eyes skimming over the large bowl you've filled to the brim with vegetables like zucchini and revelation tomatoes.

The demon gazes over the pile and tries to calculate how much veggies would be required for a group of hungry demons. "That should be enough," He says, and puts the rice to boil on the stove with a grunt. The utensil is large, heavy, even for a demon like him.

Magic can be used.

But that's no fun.

No, the true joy in cooking for Lucifer is when you're by his side, and he's chopping up veggies and kneading dough like you do, manually, and not magicking away the mistakes.

It's better this way.

When the demon turns around to pick up the cutlery, he's met with a spoon to his face.

Wordlessly, he tastes the liquid, and gives you a smile of approval. It's in the little things.

"Luci?"

"Hm?"

"Why is this curry named Hellfire Curry?"

The demon stops in his tracks, wooden ladle in hand. It's in times like this he wonders why you ask such questions. But then again he also assumed that things are just the way the are in the Devildom. No further thought required.

"The vegetables are a bit less, don't you think?"

"Don't divert from the topic."

"...."

You laugh at the look on his face, and when the demon hears your laughter he's realizes that he wants to listen to it.

For as long as you both can.

And he's going to treasure every moment with you.

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