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An Innocent Mistake (Part 5)

"And what, exactly, do you think you are doing?"

MC yelped, leaping off the coffee table in a perfect imitation of a cat seeing a cucumber.

Levi, Satan and Mammon sat bolt upright on the sofa, the third eldest hurriedly hiding his DDD behind his back.

Lucifer arched a brow, catching sight of a scaly tail skulking behind the sofa in a hurry.

"W-hey! Big brother!" Mammon cried nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Lucifer smiled dangerously. "I live here too, remember, little brother?"

"Yikes!" Leviathan squeaked, pushing back into the sofa as if he could disappear into it.

"Levi, the phone, if you please."

The otaku vehemently shook his head, hiding his mouth behind his hand. "You'll never take me alive, villain!"

Satan rolled his eyes, unbothered by Lucifer's scathing glare. "Good grief, could you two act any guiltier. And as for you, MC-"

The dragon let out an indignant growl, now firmly tucked in under the sofa, he was almost surprised they still fit.

Lucifer contemplated his next move carefully. It was no use pushing Satan or MC, the human is impervious to him at this point, and Levi may short-circuit if he pushed too hard.

Therefore...

"Mammon?"

The second born yelped, and predictably, cracked like a fresh egg.

"Levi was usin' MC to spy on that movie bein' filmed at the café downtown! I was gonna sell the footage for a pretty grimm and Satan wanted to see if he could use 'em to spy on you!"

"Baka."

"Idiot."

Lucifer smiled in satisfaction. "I'll deal with your punishment later. For now, MC, come here."

The dragon slid out from under the sofa, the camera and harness still strapped to them.

They stared up at him defiantly, as if daring him to punish them. Lucifer is only too happy to oblige, and holds out his arm expectantly.

The dragon rolled their eyes, sharing a look with Satan before obediently flying onto Lucifer's arm, allowing him to remove the camera from their chest, which he of course, confiscated.

"Wait for me in my office, understand?"

MC whined, but one look from the oldest had them reluctantly flying off, leaving the three demon's to Lucifer's lecture.

Lucifer knew he could go on for a while, still, he didn't expect what he came back to in his office.

He loosened his tie as he stepped in, the day's stress began to feel heavy. MC being trapped as a dragon didn't help matters, even when they did their best to stay out of trouble, they just can't help it.

As amusing as it is to have them clawing up the faces of demons that poke fun at those they love, he wants his smiling human back, and soon.

He looks at the fireplace, expecting to see MC curled up in the armchair in front of it, but they aren't there. His eyes dart to his desk, and soften, as he found the little dragon sound asleep, spread out over his paperwork.

They're on their back, legs in the air, wings spread across the width of their desk. Mammon was right, they really had grown.

MC started off the size of your average housecat, with a wingspan about the length of one of his arms, but now, about a week into their winged experience, that wingspan has doubled.

Solomon claimed not to know how to reverse the transformation, let alone how to translate the after effects of such a thing, for all he knew, MC wouldn't stop growing until they turned back, or they could turn back all on their own.

Lucifer reminds himself that this is Solomon, an infuriatingly persistent man.

Distracting himself, he admires the pattern of scales down MC's belly, the curve of their claws, how they slightly reflect candle-light.

Even as a dragon, his MC finds a way to be captivating.

Still, they are sleeping on his work, and their tail is perilously close to his ink well.

With a reluctant sigh, he brushed a finger over the arch of their horn, coaxing open those familiar eyes. "Comfortable, are we?"

MC blinks up at him, and for just a moment, he swore he could see his human smiling up at him, before the dragon nibbled gently at his gloved fingertip.

"Come, if you're going to sleep, at least do it out of the way."

He sat at his desk, softly patting his thigh.

"No matter what you look like, this is always your place, menace."

MC purred, playfully swatting him with their tail before curling up in his lap, resting their chin in the crook of his arm as he muttered a spell to start his record player, and worked in peaceful comfort with them in his arms.

Part 6

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[exhaslo]

Hello!!! I LOVE your writing!!! I was wondering, since all I have seen is people request Miguel oneshots, could you do a Grimmjow one? I saw some in your kinktober and fell in love!!!!

Maybe something where like good girl likes bad boy troupe at college and whatnot. Where Grimmjow wants to keep his relationship with you a secret but when he and the reader spend alone time in his dorm he has the reader screaming his name and everyone finds out?

If you do write this request, thank you!!!!

Haha, thank you! Miguel is still super popular and I am head over heels for that man, but here me out, fam. The next season of Bleach, our boy GRIMMJOW RETURNS!!!

Be sure to see a wave of smut and requests come in for that fine, insane man~

Also, so sorry this was late! I'm still trying to catch up to last month's requests!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, cockwarming, overstimulation

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No one would believe that anyone from the famous Espada gang would settle down. Each one of them were horrible gang members and trouble makers throughout the campus; they only settled with one night stands or anyone from their gang.

Grimmjow seemed like one of them, but in fact, he was the exception. The Sexta Espada had a dark secret. Grimmjow had fallen in love with the sweetest and most angelic girl in school, you. You were his polar opposite, and Grimmjow loved tainting you.

The moment you both crossed paths, Grimmjow only sought you out as another one night stand. He used his usual antics to get close to you; flirting, pressuring, anything to get into your pants, but you proved otherwise.

You always saw the best in everyone, including Grimmjow. Your sweet personality ended up causing Grimmjow to question his decision. You easily fell in love with Grimmjow, but Grimmjow was feeling bad about fooling you.

Eventually, Grimmjow was swayed by you and wanted to know more about you. He wanted to keep this a secret, so he met with you privately. Grimmjow loved your presence. He loved how innocent you were and how delicious it would be to taint you.

"Grimmjow, I need to go to class, hehe." You giggled as his arms stayed around your waist.

"Just another minute. You can miss one class," He whispered, landing gentle kisses against your neck, "Let me show you a good time, (Y/N), it won't hurt." He hummed.

"But my grades-"

"Are higher than everyone else in this damn college. You could easily make it up," Grimmjow smirked as he nibbled against your ear, "We've been datin' for two months. Let me reward you for dealin' with me~" He said with a dark chuckle.

You huffed your cheeks out, glancing at his lustful eyes. You wouldn't lie if his swords didn't make you wet. You had been eager for this moment, wanting to have Grimmjow sweep you off your feet. You just felt like you were doing something wrong.

"A-Are you sure...we can?" You whispered, covering your face slightly.

Grimmjow's smirk widen as he pulled you closer, gripping your ass in response.

"My entire dorm is empty right now. I'll be quick so you won't miss your next class, or when the next person comes in." He said sweetly, knowing how easily you gave into him.

"Okay,"

Grimmjow felt like he won the lottery. Holding his precious, innocent girlfriend's hand, Grimmjow led you to his dorm. He wasn't lying when he said it was empty. Taking you to his room on the sixth floor, Grimmjow made sure to lock the door.

Grimmjow didn't even hesitate to have his hands roam your body. You whined softly as he lifted you on the bed, trembling from anticipation.

"Keep shaking like that and I'll make sure you don't go to your next fucking class," He said with a low rumbling groan.

You could only feel your cheeks grow hotter as Grimmjow started to kiss you roughly. His tongue forcing its way inside your mouth, battling your tongue for an easy dominance. You attempted to grip his ripped shirt, wanting to catch your breathe.

Grimmjow had always given you rough kisses, claiming that he enjoyed your blissed out expression, but this was something more. Panting heavily as Grimmjow broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, you saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good, babe," He said with another groan, already removing your shirt.

"T-Try to take it slow, please?" You begged softly. Grimmjow proceeded to kiss your neck as his hands grouped your breasts,

"If you keep beggin', I just might."

You shivered at his words, moving your neck to the side to give him more access. The anticipation was making your panties soaked. Gasping, you whimpered a soft moan as Grimmjow undid your bra and started to pinch against your nipples.

"Fuck, you even sound sexy,"

You were bitting your lip as Grimmjow started to suck and play with your breasts. You raised your hips slightly, wanting some friction. Grimmjow resisted a chuckle as he pressed his hips against yours, grinding against your clothes cunt in a deep and rough pace.

"G-Grimm~ G-Grimmjow!" You pleaded, moaning softly as you felt your core burn hotter.

"Fuck, babe. I gotta fuckin' prep you for my dick but you're makin' this difficult." Grimmjow hissed, spreading your legs wider as he rutted against you, "Do you want me to break ya?"

"M-Maybe?" You whimpered, undoing your belt for him.

Grimmjow was cussing mentally as he watched you take off your pants. Oh, how he was going to enjoy fucking the angel of the college. Everyone had wanted to get a taste of you and here he was, about to fuck the life out of his precious girlfriend.

"Fuck," Grimmjow cussed as he stared at your soaked panties, "Just for me." His smirk widen.

You felt embarrassed as Grimmjow started at your pussy. You glanced away, but gasped softly as he pulled you in for another kiss. This time, he was sweeter as he took off your underwear. You squirmed at the cold air, but it immediately faded as Grimmjow's hands started to rub your clit.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow~" You cried out, feeling your core about to burst.

"Already? How fuckin' slutty," Grimmjow chuckled lowly as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit harsher, "Does my lil girlfriend wanna cum that bad? Haven't even gotten to the main course and yer about to cum already, so naughty."

Feeling your vision blur as you orgasm, you moaned his name loudly. His words had stirred something within you, making you burst and shake in pleasure.

"Now, now, what a bad girl. Imma hafta punish ya," Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he took his pants off.

You whimpered lowly as Grimmjow spread your legs wider. His fingers entered your hole, causing you to cry and moan. He had two fingers pump into your tight gummy walls, prepping you for the main course. You trembled as you felt your core burn up again as your pussy convulsed around his fingers.

"G-Grimm, r-right t-there-" You stuttered, moving your hips to his thrusting figners.

"Awe, gonna cum again? Well, not yet, baby." Grimmjow chuckled as he took his fingers out and licked them clean, "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet."

"G-Grimmjow! P-Please~" You begged, moving your own hands to your clit. Grimmjow took you hands away and held them above your head,

"Tsk, tsk, I'm treatin' ya today. Now, be a good fuckin' girl and don't move." He said with a groan.

You arched your back in response as Grimmjow started to poke his tip against your folds. Your eyes widen as he slowly pushed in, stretching you out. You whined and whimpered, shaking from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Shh, just relax," Grimmjow cooed in your ear before kissing you sweetly.

Normally, he would have just quickly fucked all prior girls, but you were different. Grimmjow wanted to keep you forever. He truly loved you and was afraid that you would leave him one day because of his attitude and reputation.

Honestly, you deserved so much better than him. Which made this all the more fun for Grimmjow to have you as his.

"G-Grimm~" You moaned as his dick kissed your cervix.

Grimmjow glanced down at your blissed out expression, drinking in every minute of it. He kept your legs spread as he stayed pinned against your poor, aching pussy. It was difficult for him to stay still. You were sucking his dick so much, begging for movement.

"Yer makin' this hard, babe." Grimmjow hissed as he returned to your breasts.

It was cute how you tried to move, whining and begging for him. This was so deliciously out of character for you. Grimmjow had finally tainted you, making you his. Of course, he was going to enjoy every moment of you begging for his dick. The school's angel, crying out to be fucked by one of its devils.

Grimmjow made sure to make you wait, just as long as he did. After a few minutes, you were fucked out and nearly drooling for movement. Your pussy was burning as it kept sucking Grimmjow's dick and soaking the bedsheets under them.

"So fuckin' wet, babe. I think yer finally ready, are ya?"

"Yes! P-Please, Grimmjow!"

"Please what?"

"P-Please, fuck me." You cried, reaching out for him, "R-Ravish my pussy with your dick."

"Fuck, you're such a good fuckin' girl to me," Grimmjow hissed before kissing you again.

You gasped and moaned into the kiss as Grimmjow finally started to slap his hips against yours. The emptying feeling before he bottomed out, made you cum again instantly. Moans were escaping your moan louder and louder the more he shoved his cock inside you.

Honestly, you felt fucked out already and cock drunk. All you wanted was to keep feeling his dick pound against your sweet spot, filling you up with each thrust. You swore you could feel stars as you kept squeezing him for more.

"Yer not lettin' go of me, ha," Grimmjow chuckled as he gripped your waists tightly, "Want me to really taint this pretty pussy of yours?"

"Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You begged, your words started to slur.

"Look how fucked dumb you are already, screamin' my name out like a horny slut. Fuck," Grimmjow winced as he felt his high approaching, "Fuck, I fuckin' love ya, (Y/N). I just wanna stay like this forever, you in my embrace," He hissed lowly.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow!" You moaned, reaching another orgasm. Your body was starting to shake from overstimulation.

"That's right. Yer mine." Grimmjow hissed as he coated your insides white, "Remember that."

Pulling out slowly so he could admire his work, Grimmjow chuckled as you shook from the cold. His cum dripping out of your drenched and abused pussy while it clenched for air. Stroking your cheek, Grimmjow pecked your lips before he carried you into his private bathroom,

"See, yer still good for yer next class.." He said with a chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his next, shyly glancing away,

"E-Enough...for another...r-round?" You whispered. Grimmjow just did a u-turn to his bed,

"What a naughty girl," He chuckled, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Ya know that yer gonna be even more sensitive this time around right? Yer body will break."

"I-If it's you...I don't mind." You said, covering your face.

Grimmjow groaned as he pounced on you, making sure that you were really late for your next class. He fucked you so much that you ended up fainting, but boy, were your screams so delicious. Once he finally filled you, Grimmjow lazily cleaned you up and changed the bedsheets, letting you rest.

Deciding to get you some food for when you woke up, Grimmjow was frozen in place as he saw his whole floor and the rest of his gang outside his dorm. Quickly, he shut the door, wanting to hide you from them.

"Could you have made her scream any louder? What were you doing, torturing the poor girl?" Szayel grumbled lowly. Grimmjow rolled his eyes,

"Can't have a good fuck? Shit man, I'm starving, lemme go eat." He hissed, locking his dorm.

"Awe, we can't have a taste?" Nnoirta said with a dark chuckle. Grimmjow grabbed him by the collar,

"I'm claiming this one." He hissed.

Shoving Nnoirta to the ground, Grimmjow hurried to get you some food and muscle relaxers. He had to protect you from his gang. You were too innocent for them, hell, you were too innocent for Grimmjow. You just got fucked unconscious because of him.

Sighing softly as Grimmjow found a private spot, he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he found someone just for him.

Someone he truly loved.

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Woohoo, hope you liked it!!! Sorry that this was so late again!

But don't be afraid to request more Grimmjow or even any other characters!

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[beels-burger-babe]

Sister's Keeper pt. 7

*** And we're back with my favourite series again 🥰 Can I just say THANK YOU for all the love you've been giving Harlow and this series? It means so much to see all the love you've given this. This series has become so much more than I intended and that's all because of you 🥰❤️ -B ***

Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.

CW: Mentions of abandonment and the foster system.

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The scratching of silverware against ceramic echoed awkwardly through the dinning room.

There was no giggling from Harper, or gentle instructions from you. There were no quips from Leviathan or scolding from Lucifer. The table was filled, not only with food, but with a choking silence that held all of its occupants in a muting hold.

All, with the exception of Mammon.

"Oh wow!" Mammon cheered awkwardly as he shoveled food into his mouth. "This meal is some good, huh? Really outdid yourself today Satan. It's um, very tasty, that's for sure. We could totally sell your food to like the lower demons or some shit. Imagine the Grimm we could wring it! And they're stupid enough that once we get 'em thinkin' that it's always gonna be top quality we can start cuttin' a few corners here and there an-"

"Mammon," Lucifer hissed through his teeth. "Enough."

You rolled your eyes as Mammon huffed and Harper sent a harsh glare over to the older demon as Lucifer continued to very pointedly ignore you.

Silence hung like a guillotine over your heads once more.

Across from you, Leviathan pouted into his morning eggs — you got a sick wave of pleasure from the darkened bruise that surrounded the bridge of his nose. He stiffened as your eyes met, and quickly looked down in what could almost be called shame.

You couldn't help but scratch at the new orange mark branded into the back of your hand.

Satan eyed the movement, the corners of his mouth digging into a deep frown as he sipped his melancholy coffee. He hadn't spoken a word to you since the incident, other than checking to make sure you were unharmed — a quick checkup had determined that while you had a mild concussion, you were otherwise alright. There was a heavy tension that he carried on his shoulders like a cape, and you couldn't help but feel uneased by it.

You quickly pushed back the feeling, and wrapped an arm around Harper. You couldn't allow yourself to become distracted down here. Not by Leviathan, or Satan, or anyone else. You needed to focus on Harper and staying alive; last night had only further proved that.

Your sister nuzzled in close to you as she nibbled on a piece of cantaloupe. You ran a hand through her hair as you looked down at both of your empty plates. With a quick squeeze to Harper's shoulders, you shifted out of your seat and scooped up your dishes. "If anyone needs us, we'll be in our room," you explained in a flat tone as Harper clung silently to your hip.

"One moment," Lucifer interrupted, gaining the attention of the room. "I have been informed that Diavolo will be having an exchange party at his castle. We are all required to go to his castle for the weekend and partake in the activities he has planned."

You sighed and nodded, "If it's required for the program, then I suppose we don't have a choice."

Asmo giggled and leaned into the palm of his hand. "Don't act so glum, MC, this will be fun! A weekend at Diavolo's castle means a weekend of utter luxury. And who knows! Maybe we'll even get to be roommates!"

You resisted shuttering from the mere thought. "Let's hope not," you mumbled as you finally left the room, dishes in one hand and Harper in the other.

The two of you quickly swung by the kitchen — taking care to wash and put away your dishes, before moving to retreat to your room.

"MC!!!"

You yelped, jumping back and shoving Harper behind you as you whipped around to the shadow that had just leapt out from the hallway.

A sheepish Leviathan stood before, hands up carefully in defense.

Your eyes instantly hardened as a venomous scowl fixed onto your lips. "What do you want?" you spat, holding tightly onto Harper.

He chuckled awkwardly, maintaining his 'I-mean-no-harm' stance. "Woah. I'm not here to hurt you,"

"Only because you can't anymore, meany!" Harper shouted from behind you. "You have to listen to MC now, which means you don't get to be a bully anymore!"

Levi's nose scrunched as he physically reeled back, his shaky eyes remaining glued onto Harper's face. "I'm not a bully! Y-You ... You can't say that!"

"Well, you can't be one anymore," she huffed with her nose held high. "Meany."

A pained wheeze pressed from Leviathan's lungs.

Despite knowing that Harper's words were true, you couldn't help but hold her just a little closer to you. "We're trying to get back to our room so I can recover from the concussion you oh so gracefully gave me, so if you don't mind,"

"Will you wait?!" Levi hissed as he moved in front of the two of you once more. "I'm trying to- to um ..." he let out a heavy sigh as you swallowed down the fear climbing up your throat. "I'm sorry, okay? I took things too far. You ... You won that quiz fair and square and I never should've lashed out at you. I never even gave you a chance," a bubble of disgust formed in your gut as he smiled at you. "But now that I know that you really aren't a normie, I can help you out like the other two!"

You froze at the statement.

Leviathan wanted a place in your life. Him. The man who yelled at you. Who hurt you. Who demeaned you all before you had the chance to even show him who you really were — not some weak person. Not this fictional MC that he made of you in his mind already. You.

An ancient crack fractured deeper across your heart.

Your lip curled into a snarl and the demon took a step back, his eyes widened at the unsteadiness behind your gaze. "You are not forgiven," you whispered despite yourself — you were horrified as you recognized drops of grief trickle down your spine. "Pretty words mean nothing to me. You say your sorry? Prove it," his breath caught in his throat as you held up your hand and revealed the orange symbol glowing brightly on it. "Only apologize if you genuinely mean it." you ordered with ease as the demon shivered. "Well?"

Leviathan, quite literally, began to gag.

You placed a hand on Harper's head as she pulled herself closer to you. "That's what I thought," you mumbled, ignoring the confusing disappointment that settled in your stomach. "We're out of here. But in the mean time, don't pull that shit again unless you actually mean it."

Harper gently pulled on your hand as the demon whined. "Can you tell him to be nice to everyone too?"

Another strangled cry from Levi as continued to woefully open and close his mouth, attempting to force the words out. The light tears brimming his eyes as he starred, heartbroken, at your fearful sister made you hesitate.

You sighed, letting go of Harper's hand as your marched forward and grabbed the demon's face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. "Look. It's like Harper said. Right now, you're a bully. You've done nothing but antagonize us, so obviously, we aren't going to want you around. Think about that. Change that. The first time I went to your room, it was because Harper wanted to play games with you and watch TSL."

Levi's eyes widened at the relevation, the amber irises, momentarily flicking behind you. "I ... I-I didn't know that."

You scoffed as you dropped his face. "Yeah. Because instead of building a potential allyship, you burned it before I even had the chance to make an offer," you crossed your arms over your chest as the demon's head hung in shame. "Don't give me worthless apologies. Think about what you did. Do better," you finally looked away as you took Harper's hand back into your own and began to walk away. "Then we can talk ... I guess."

Leviathan pulled his freshly, marked hand to his chest as he watched you go — both of you unaware of the voyeur hidden in the doorway.

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"Wait, you punched Leviathan and then basically scolded him for actually apologizing?" The man in the attic demanded with wide eyes as you finished recounting the weeks events.

You huffed as you leaned back against the railing. "Yeah, he fucking well deserved it," you raised an eyebrow as annoyance flickered across his expression. "I'm sorry. Is there a different way you would've done it?"

He shrugged falling slouching into the cross-legged position you had found him sitting in when you arrived. "I don't know. I mean, punching Lucifer I get. He's the reason we're both stuck here, but ..." His bangs hid his expression from you as he fiddled with his fingers. "The others don't even know what he's doing. He's ... He's insufferable and they're all just morons."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You'd think that you'd have it out for all demons after they imprisoned you up here like this. I know I would."

"Well I'm not you," he spat, his purple eyes almost glowing as he glared up at you. "Forgive me for having a heart."

You couldn't help but bristle at the comment. You bit down on the inside of your cheek as you looked away. "You sound like Harper."

The man tilted his head. "Who's Harper?"

You laughed at the question as you whipped your head around to him. "No. No, no, no, no. You don't get an answer to that when I don't even know your name!"

His eye twitched with every laugh that spilled from you. "It's just a dumb question!"

"So is asking for your name! It's like the first thing people tell people! Look, I'll even show you. My name is MC, and you're ..." you dramatically swept your arm towards him for him to continue.

He pursed his lips, crossing his arms before he answered. "You can call me Bel."

You gasped as you pressed a hand to your chest. "And the sketchy attic man has a name! I have truly been blessed."

He winced at your choice in words as he shook his head. "You are seriously an asshole. How the hell you managed to get three of them under your pact already is a fucking miracle."

The insult was hardly one you hadn't heard before, but still stung none the less. You shrugged off the pain. "I may be an asshole, but I'm an asshole who's going to get your ass out of here."

The two of you sat in tense, midnight silence, tangled in your own mental swirls.

It was Bel, who shifted first, wiping his nose before clearing his throat. "Why are you helping me? I mean, don't stop. I really really want out of here. But what do you get out of this."

"Wow. So grateful," you snidely spoke as you stared at the ceiling. "To answer your question, I'm not just going to leave a person to imprisoned. That'd be screwed up in so many ways," you sighed running a hand through your hair as you shook your head. "I don't know. You mentioned your family and ... Family shouldn't be separated. They need you. And it sounds like you need them. So ... here I am."

Amethyst eyes observed you in the darkness. "Harper ... Are they your family?"

You instinctively stiffened at the question, silently nodding your head even as your stomach knotted.

"And what? Did they die or something?" He chuckled as you swiveled around to glare at him. "What? It's just a question. Us humans have to stick together, right? Maybe if we know a bit more about each other we could trust each other a little more."

You groaned, pressing the palms of your hands into your tired eyes — it had been much too long of a week for this.

"Fine," you gave in as exhaustion numbed your common sense.

"Harper is my sister. She isn't dead," you were nauseous at just the thought. "She's here with me. But ... It ..." You swallowed thickly, hugging your arms tightly around yourself. "It wasn't always like that. Things went to hell for a while and there was- was a few years where ..." you shook your head, trying to alleviate the burning behind your eyes. "Child Protective Services took her, okay? Is that what you wanted? We had been getting on just fine after th-they ... a-after Mom and Dad left, nobody even noticed, and then some nosey old crank next door reported us and we were thrown into a home."

You sniffled, trying to hold back the tired tears that were welling up in your eyes. "I was only there for two weeks at most. The one right thing my folks did with this whole thing was file for emancipation for me before they took off. But even if I was an adult on paper, it wasn't enough for the courts," your eyes squeezed shut as Harper's phantom shrieks and cries filled your ears. "I didn't see her for three years. I fought tooth and nail every single damned second of it to try and get her back, but no one wants to listen to a kid," you let out shaky breath as you wiped at your cheeks. "It doesn't matter though. She's with me now. She's not going anywhere. I'll make sure of it."

Bel looked at you with a complicated mixture of sympathy, understanding, and confliction. "I get it. You'd do anything for those you love. Even if it meant your down fall."

You nodded and tiredly pointed to him. "That."

Silence fell once more as you regathered yourself once more. You offered Bel one a sad smile as you shook out your now-numb-feet. "I will help you get back to your family, okay? I promise."

"I'm counting on it," he murmured, avoiding your eyes.

You made your way back down the metal spiral staircase to the main floor.

There was something so peaceful about walking through the hauntingly luxurious halls of the house with nothing except your thoughts and the steady sound of two sets of footsteps.

Wait. Two sets of-

You were cut off as you banged into a firm chest, "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" You screamed as you scrambled back from the stranger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Mammon screamed right back at you as he scrambled to catch the strange bag he was holding.

"SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" You both simaltanously shushed the other as your hearts pounded in your chest.

"What are you doing?!" You hissed in a hushed whisper as you tried to will your pulse to slow.

"Me?! What are you doin'? You're the one who's concussed! You're supposed ta be restin'!" He whisper shouted, flailing his arms about. His eyes narrowed down at you as he poked your chest. "You ain't pullin' that all night patrolin' crap again, are ya? Cause I ain't gonna to take care you as a zombie again!" His gaze focused in as he got closer to your face. "Wait. Have you been cryin'?"

You scoffed and slapped his hand away. "You didn't take care of me; I took care of myself. Besides, I just wanted to take a little walk to clear my head. That's all," you raised an eyebrow as you eyed the bag he was holding. "What's that?"

Mammon's eyes flickered between you and the bag as he slowly hid it behind his back. "If I tell you, will you tell me why ya were cryin'?"

You threw your head back, letting out a loud groan as you began to make your way towards your room. "Forget it. It's too late for this. Goodnight."

"Woah, wait!" Mammon called out as he matched pace with you. "I'm serious. I ... It's not like ya to get all emotional and junk, so I'm ... I'm curious. I-I guess."

It didn't take a genius to read between his bolden lines. "I'm fine, Mammon. You don't have to be worried."

He growled and spun around to walk backwards in front of you. "One, I ain't worried! The Great Mammon don't get worried about nobody except me!" You rolled your eyes at the lie. "And number two, you and Harper been actin' weird since the quiz. Which, I get, ya know? It was scary, f-for puny humans anyway," he frowned as he stopped in front of you, putting an end to both of your movements. "Ya could'a died, MC. Like ... for real. And I ... I was your first pact, ya know? I shoulda been there to protect ya. And I know ya had Satan, and I know you were just tryin' to keep Harper safe too, but ..." he paused, gently butting a closed fist against your shoulder. "Don't do that again. Don't ... Don't ask me to leave ya to get hurt like that. It's my job to protect you. Me. Mammon's."

You blinked at the surprisingly genuine demon. "What are you saying, Mammon?"

His face turned bright red. "Just ... These past few weeks with you and Harper ain't been so bad, I-I guess. Sure, you're both brats and I'm clearly way more superior but ..." he finally met your eyes. "Don't go gettin' in the habit of doin' stupid shit and gettin' hurt. It freaks Harper out."

The 'and me' was translated as his hand unfolded from a fist and squeezed your shoulder.

"Harper's my priority, you know that, but ... I'll see what I can do."

Mammon let out a loud breath of relief as he let you go and started walking along side you again. "Phew. Good. Not that I'm concerned. I'm not. Never worried. Nope. B-But, uh, Satan! Satan was! He's been poutin' and pourin' over his books like crazy ever since the whole quiz thing started. You have him really shakin' up."

You rolled your eyes as you finally made it back to your door. "Then he can stop ignoring me, and scold me himself," you quietly opened your door, peaking in to see Harper still sleeping peacefully in the room. "I'm going to get some rest. Goodnight Mammon."

"Night, MC," he replied, peering around your shoulder to check on the sleeping girl himself. You didn't miss the way his shoulders relaxed as he spotted her. "I'll swing by ta help ya pack for Diavolo's tomorrow, since I'm so great and awesome! The castle's the best. There are all kinds of goodies hiding away in there. Mark my words! You, me, and Harper are gonna have the best weekend ever!"

A shiver ran down your spine as the demon happily marched away.

The best weekend over ...

You closed the door with a heavy thud, and allowed the lock to click into place.

We'll have to see about that.

*** And with that, we begin the Asmo/Dia's Castle arc! Stay tuned, and let me know what you think about the series so far! I love hearing your guys's feedback, comments, theories, questions and more, so don't be afraid to drop a comment or ask to tell me what you think! Love you guys! Thank you so much for all the support you've given this series! -B ***

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[rugggie]

Ace trappola x F!reader

Shortish Drabble

"It's because I like you ace!"

NOT PROOF READ YET!

As if it wasn't obvious enough, you loved Ace. maybe it was the way he spoke, with an absurd amount of confidence, like there was no possible way he could be wrong. Throwing himself, and you head first into danger as if you both were invincible.

"BANG BANG BANG" the knocking on ramshackle's dingy door was not expected, but not surprising. It could only be one of two people. Ace, or deuce. The chances of it being ace were about 80% more likely.. you couldn't tell if he just liked hanging out with you, or he really was just always getting into trouble.

You dragged your feet carefully down the old hardwood stairs, making sure not to step on the creaky spots. This was a repeating pattern in your life, you watched ace avoid those certain spots once, now its something you do as often as brushing your teeth.

You peered through the foggy glass window seeing the Frame of your best friend, Ace trappola.

"Of course.."

Getting off the couch, finally walking over to the door. you turned the rusty doorknob letting him in, like you always do.

"What did you do this time?" You said with a hint of attitude.

"Nothing. Like actually." Ace uttered fidgeting with his fingers.

"Actually?" You laughed quietly, looking away from the boy. It was hard to believe this was the guy who had stolen your heart, the boy you would blindly follow into fire if he had asked you to.

"I just wanted to sleepover?" he said sounding ever so nervous. this was the first time he had ever asked, or implied the fact he was asking.

You didn't say anything but nod grabbing his hand gently leading him up the stairs back to the only clean room in ramshackle, your room.

Ace was more than familiar with the walk to your room, he was certain he could close his eyes and he could still navigate himself to your room. He sat down on your bed nibbling on his lower lip. He's been in your room multiple times, so what was so different about this? Why did he feel like this? The normally chatty ace was very quiet tonight, you sat down next to him wanting to ask what was wrong, wanting to tell him how you felt.. but the words wouldn't- no couldn't escape out of your mouth.

You just stared at him studying his face more.

"Uh, y/n.. you're staring" he whispered nervously.

You looked away your face heating up, mumbling a small embarrassed apology.

"Hey y/n?" He murmured pulling his arms he was once using to support him in front of him. "Is there a reason you always let me stay at your dorm?"

"Uh.. yeah there is" you paused, realizing this was your chance. "It's because I like you ace.." you whispered out praying he heard you.

"W-what?" He let out a breathy laugh, not believing you "actually?"

"Mhm.." you hummed looking away from him, biting your lower lip. Despite not receiving a clear answer, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off your back, Not having to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of him, worrying about how you looked before you left for school or just to hang out with ace and deuce. Grimm would often get mad at you for taking to long to get ready for simple outings with the two boys, "hurry up y/n! We don't have all day, no one's will even notice."

But Ace did, he noticed the little changes, to your hair, lips, eyes, even the way you acted.. now he finally understood why. "I- um like you too." He mumbled nervously smiling at you, your head perked up not really planning this far.

You hugged him taking a deep sigh, trying to catch up on all the breathing you missed waiting for his response. Ace didn't have any silly reply so he just stayed silent gently hugging you back, not wanting to ruin your first moment as a couple.

#ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twsited wonderland #twst ace #twsted wonderland #twst #first Drabble kinda nervy

[astorichan]

8, 9, 30, 43 for grimm/hollow?

8. The thing they love most about each other:

All stuff in this ask will be for Shatterverse pairing. I'm sorry for the wait! Was a lil overwhelmed with unrelated stuff.

Answer: Sacrifice.

They're both willing to go to any lengths necessary for each other and they both will keep each other grounded, stopping the other from going overboard. This is seen the most, though, in both their healing journeys: Grimm distrusts love and likes to build walls around himself to prevent himself from falling for someone, and cutie kind of does the same thing. And, for both, the other's willingness to go out of that safe place for the other is priceless. Just as is overcoming their own hangups, ie cutie learning to communicate and admit fault, or Grimm learning to be outright and believing that they will never willingly hurt him, stepping away from his distancing. They're willing to do scary, terrifying things for each other, only so that the other is comfortable and confident in the relationship.

9. The things they dislike most about each other:

Hollow: they dislike Grimm's tendency to be 0 or 100 emotionally. He either refuses to talk altogether on whatever is wrong, saying that he's fine and there's nothing to worry about, or he goes to a 100 and becomes unlike himself, almost unable to function at all.

Grimm: he dislikes Hollow’s tendency to draw unlikely conclusions. They assume how he feels very often, and can't help but act on that, which is a rather annoying thing to deal with. Especially when they're wrong, which is fairly often.

30. What are their respective love languages? How well do those work together?

Hollow: acts of service. They are the type to quietly bring him his favourite tea, or go do some kind of a Bad No Good task in his stead, or try (and fail) to make him a tasty snack. He loves it, it makes him feel cared for and loved; the understanding without words is a thong he absolutely adores in them.

Grimm: touch and quality time. He is kind of like a clingy cat, rubbing his horns against theirs, nibbling on them while they're sitting minding their own business, seeking them out to do stuff (each their own, but together!). He's the only one allowed to be that way with them and the only one whose touch they enjoy at almost any given moment.

43. If they chose an outfit for one another, what would it be?

Hollow: they would and did gift him a long dress with a flared skirt, a ballroom type one. They also adore seeing him in everything tight, anything even slightly see-through. Their idea of an awesome every day fit for him would probably be high boots with high heels, either a short skirt or leather jeans/pants, then a tight long-sleeved shirt (They like the idea of a shirt with a zipper that closes turtleneck. So that they can pull on it and bite :3c )to go with it, and ofc his cloak.

Grimm: he goes big big heart eyes at them in suits. Any suits. He loves it all. It's also suitable as everyday wear, so that's an added bonus!

#answered asks #anon #ship ask game #im sorry im so late gkhdkg #but have: brainrot #maybe will do the same for dreams later #but for now #gestures #grollow

[bluegekk0]

Who do you think Lewk takes after? I'd be funny to have him take after pk, they'd loaf together, hunt together, but it'd also be sweet if he liked putting on a show like Grimm.

I also wonder if Lewk would be spoiled, and definitely spur jealousy from Hornet and Hollow

powers wise, he takes after his "grimmdad" as he calls him (for obvious reasons, all pk has to offer is immortality, which lewk naturally inherited from both of his parents). at first it's just the ability to spit fire, but later in his life i imagine the ability to detect others' fears will manifest itself, as well as possibly teleportation (and perhaps more if grimm takes his time to teach him more skills)

behaviour wise he definitely takes after pk, as he spends most of the time with his "wyrmdad". grimm still has his never ending ritual to attend, so he he's forced to periodically leave dirtmouth with his troupe, and during those times lewk is under pk's care. and you can definitely tell, he takes after a lot of pk's wyrm quirks. sleeping in a burrow, responding to fear with hissing, nibbling on stuff, and much more. they hunt together, they also spend time in pk's workshop, though unfortunately lewk doesn't seem to share the passion. he's much more outgoing and fascinated by the world around him, so he'll likely grow into an adventurous type. i think he would get along with cornifer for that reason, which could make for a really fun dynamic

and he would most certainly be spoiled, the same way hornet was as a child. pk has so much love for his children (which makes the fact that he abandoned and mistreated so many of them hurt that much more), i think he would try to share it equally between all three of them, though with lewk being a baby he naturally has to pay more attention to the youngest one. hornet wouldn't really mind, after all, she was raised with the same amount of love so she isn't starved for it, but hollow is a different story. they've been jealous ever since pk first arrived in dirtmouth, they wanted him to spend all the time with them to make up for all the father-child interactions they missed out on, which he did to the best of his ability. but with the new child, he can't give hollow as much attention as before, which i imagine hollow finds quite upsetting. not to the point of being angry, they would never, but you can tell they've been less energetic ever since lewk was born. pk definitely notices that, and it pains him because he would do anything to be there for hollow all the time, it's just not physically possible

#ask stuff #feral pk au

[amazingmsme]

Oh The Irony

AN: Everyone who loves the vampires with ticklish necks trope come get y’all juice! This one is so cute & flustering, poor Baz doesn’t know what to do with himself! 

Baz really hated Simon sometimes. For years he hated him because he loved him so much, right now he hated him because he was being horribly mean. The thing was that Baz had a deathly ticklish neck, ironic seeing as he was a vampire. A fact that Simon loved to rub in his face. He wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't the worst thing ever. And Simon's teasing really didn't help the situation.

Simon was kissing and nibbling his neck, relishing in every gasp and shriek he elicited. Baz was trapped in a sweet hell: showered with tickly affection.

"Si-Sihi- Sihihimom plehehease! Ihit tihihickles!" he whined, hiding his cherry red blush in his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Does it? I had no idea based on your hysterical giggles," he mused smugly. He cupped either side of Baz's face, fluttering his fingers along the sides of his neck. Simon was holding him still so that he couldn't scrunch his neck, and it tickled like all hell. Baz snorted loudly and his hand immediately flew up to cover his mouth.

"Aww but I wanna hear every single giggle, snort and squeal you make. And I wanna see that pretty smile and those sharp fangs," Simon teased in his ear, sending an unbeatable shiver down his spine.

"Crowley Snow, you're kihihilling mehehe," he whined, drumming his legs on the couch.

"What's the matter? Is the big bad vampire too ticklish on his neck?" he cooed condescendingly. That threw him for a loop. On one hand, it was true and Simon might grant him mercy if he admitted it, but on the other his pride didn't want to face the facts and he was left stuttering.

"Ye- Yes- no! I mean no!" Simon chuckled at him, scratching lightly right over the bite mark on his neck, and Baz was thrown into hysterics.

Simon was laughing almost as hard as he was. He wiped away a tear of mirth from his cheek, staring down at a very flustered Bazilton Grimm Pitch. He leaned in, cuddling close to him as he regained his breath.

"You're sooo cute when I tickle you," Simon spoke into his skin. Baz scrunched just neck, a wide grin on his face as he pushes Simon away.

"Oh stop, you're an absolute fiend. I have other spots you know," he complained, tousled hair hiding pink cheeks.

"Yeah, but this one's my favorite," he said, mouthing at his throat and sending him into another bout of giggles. And then Simon blew a raspberry, and all hope was lost.

Baz was in hell, but Simon was in heaven.

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[trash-yo]

It's the little things that undo Roman.

He had his tongue in her cunt this morning. Red choked on his name when he sucked at her clit and slipped three fingers into her tight heat. She’d told him she loved him while whimpering through her release, gripping his hair until it hurt.

But all of that, while fucking amazing, didn't stop him in his tracks. This though...he's stalled at the door of their apartment, mesmerized by the vision of Red asleep, peaceful and utterly gorgeous, her hair swept up and across the pillow, wearing just her panties and his shirt. It's the black one, and it's so tattered and the fabric is worn down so that he can make out perfectly the shape of her breasts as she’s snoring lightly, still stuffed up from mission to take out a horde of Grimm, and she’s spread out on their bed, taking up every inch she possibly can and it’s just the best thing he's ever seen.

It’s love and it’s home and it’s life and it’s everything he never expected to have.

"What are you doing, weirdo?"

Her eyes aren't even open. He smiles, gets that head rush thing that always happens when Red does something to show how connected they are. " enjoying the view."

"Oh, yeah?" she asks, arching off the bed like a kitten and tugging the shirt up playfully.

Roman hums his approval as she skims her hands down her stomach. “You look good in my shirt.”

At the low pitch in his voice, Ruby finally opens her eyes halfway, gives him an easy, dopey smile. “I bet I look better out of it.”

Roman laughs, hopes it covers up the soft sniffle that he can’t hold in any longer. He walks to the bed and kneels next to her, sweeps his hand down the front of her body, let’s his fingers linger when he finds her heartbeat. She closes her eyes again, sighs with pleasure as he drags his fingertips over her collarbone and throat and Roman watches intently, tries to memorize the sensation of her warm, soft skin. It’s his privilege to know Ruby Rose in this way and he never wants to take it for granted.

“Get in here,” she whispers, sweet and sleepy. Roman strips down to his briefs and crawls behind her, curls himself around her body. He nuzzles the back of her neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear until she squirms, then he goes lower, nosing the collar of his shirt aside so he can nibble at her shoulder. “I’ll have to wear this more often.”

“It’s yours.”

#rwby #rwby smut #roman torchwick #rosewick #ruby rose

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

How does Hera ask for attention?

"What is a grimm that has the ability to control inanimate objects?"

"That's a gheist right?"

"Correct. How do you spell it?"

"G-H-E-I-S-T?"

"No H, but other than that good job Jaune. And what is the keyword in the description for a geist that separates it from another Grimm??"

"Inanimate object. Because a Chill grimm can possess living people, but only for a short time."

"Wonderful Jaune!"

Pyrrha and Jaune were currently sitting in chairs facing each other while working hard to study for the upcoming Grimm Studies test that was at the end of the week, which was in two days. At the moment, Jaune was busy being quizzed by his loving and helpful girlfriend while she read out of their textbook. They were at about an hour into their study session and Jaune was making good progress, answering most questions correctly.

They were working very hard at getting all the information down that they could.

So hard in fact, they hadn't paid Hera any attention the entire time. The little puggle wuggle had been content with laying in her doggy bed while they studied, playing with one of her many stuffed toys. A small stuffed knight plushie that Mama called Mr. Knighty. She stopped nibbling on him though and put him down after she got a bit bored. Her attention was drawn over to her Mama as she sounded very excited about something. Hera stood up and did a big old stretch and yawn before she got out of bed and padded her way over to Mama.

Hera sat down next to mama and curiously looked up at her. With a curious head tilt, Hera waited for either her Mama or Papa to notice her, but they didn't. So she waited a little bit, but they still didn't pay any attention to her. And she was getting a little pupset at that! Mama and Papa always at least said hello or called her a good girl when she sat next to them!

After a few more minutes of waiting, Hera was getting a little restless. The little puggle started fidgeting a little where she sat. Finally she stood up a bit and let out a big bark to get their attention!

And she got it.

Pyrrha's head jerked up from reading the textbook and then down to her side, where she saw her little girl Hera fidgeting with her little paws doing small tippy taps. Before she could coo at her, Hera jumped up and put her paws on the chair she was sitting on. "Awwww sweetie I'm sorry! Did you need to go out? Wanna go out on a small walkie before bed?"

Hera wasn't sure what Mama was asking, but she knew what the word 'walkie' meant! It meant going outside and spending time with Papa and Mama! So she let out some more barks and yips, these ones being very happy and excited. She jumped back and bounced her way over to the door, turning around to wait for Mama.

"I think that's a yes hehe." Pyrrha let out a small giggle at how cute Hera was acting. "What do you say Jaune? Want to take a break?"

Jaune let out a sigh and slumped a little in his own chair. He didn't want to say anything, but he'd been getting pretty bored with all the quizzing Pyrrha was doing for him. Guess that was just Hera coming to his rescue. "Sounds good to me. We still have tomorrow to study more anyways."

Pyrrha closed the textbook in her lap quickly. "Splendid! How about you get Hera's leash and I'll get the goodies and plastic bags?"

"Sure."

Hera watched as her Papa and Mama finally moved from the spots they'd been in for so long and made their way over to her, calling out her name as they did. Hera was so excited to finally be getting some attention from them and let it show in just how much her butt and tail were wagging as they walked out of the dorm and off to the courtyard for walkies.

FYI, puppy Hera's whine's sound a bit like this:

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[ollyandglitter]

Bubble Bath

Words: 7.5k

Summary: In the Time of Covid-19, Simon and Baz return to Hampshire, reminisce about the past and look to the future. Plus some bubble bath scenes :)

Notes: thanks so much @twinkle-twinkle-up-above for the very profound beta and editing. You have a huge part in it.

Also, thank you so much for this stunning art 😍 go check it out!

The story on AO3

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March 2020

Baz

Daphne wouldn't let us in. It's a little odd even considering Snow is standing next to me all messy and dirty, and admittedly we also have landed a Canadian mountain dragon right into her lovely rose garden. She wouldn't even open the door, and through the glass I can see her waving her arms frantically and pointing in the opposite direction. I frown, look suspiciously around, and knock again, before my phone buzzes.

"Baz!" Daphne cries out.

"Daphne," I try not to sound irritated, but honestly, my patience is quite short today. Six hours of flight on a dragon over the North Atlantic is cold, shaky and very uncomfortable. For everyone's sake, she better let me in soon to a proper human house, throw a chunk of meat to the very hungry Asriel in her garden, and let me have a nice bubble bath. (Snow can join if he wants to.) (Frankly, he should wash more, and someone ought to take care of his health.)

I open my mouth, but before I manage to speak, Daphne squeals in my ear, "you can't come in!"

I move my phone away from my ear and glance uneasily at Snow again. He is immersed in a conversation with Asriel, brushing his wings and pointing to the sky enthusiastically.

"Look," I try to sound reasonable. And determined. "We'll get the mud off our shoes before we go in, all right? But we've had a long flight, and before that we were on a three-month quest all over the Canadian wilderness, nearly died several times if you don't mind me saying, so I would sincerely appreciate it if you please—"

"You can't come in!" she wails. "We're under quarantine!"

I frown. "What?"

"Didn't you go through the airport?" Daphne asks. "Didn't they explain the restrictions? Actually, I'm surprised they let you into the country..."

"What on earth are you talking about?" I'm starting to feel like something is terribly wrong here. Snow is spreading his wings, clearly getting ready to join Asriel for an afternoon flight.

"It's Swithin, I just took him to the park, he wanted to meet Louie, you know—Lady Millicent's grandson, you remember him, he was invited for the twins' birthday—"

"Daphne," I try to stop her. She's unstoppable.

"—So he got sick, and she was just about to get that knee surgery, but then they cancelled all the elective surgeries, so—"

I wonder if  Daphne is having a stroke. A moment later I almost burst through the closed door when I realise she said Swithin was sick??

"Basilton," my father takes over the phone. "A pandemic broke out in the country. Louie got sick, and Swithin is under quarantine, to make sure he isn't sick himself so he won't infect others. Daphne thought it would be best if the whole family were under quarantine right now, so you can't come in." He pauses for a moment and continues, "You should also be under quarantine, according to the law."

"What? Which law?" Did we fall into a parallel universe accidentally? We should have listened to Shepard, who insisted that dragon flights may contain unexpected risks.

"How far did you wander out there in the wilderness?" he asks impatiently. "Check the news, for Crowley's sake!" he hangs up. I stare at my phone, puzzled, and then check the news.

Simon

Flying with Asriel is awesome. I fly underneath him, and he shields me from the wind. I really hope he'll stay for a while, though it's obvious that the woods surrounding the Grimms' hunting lodge are no match for his home in the Canadian Rockies. But it's just so nice to have someone to fly with.

My mood remains bright even when we land. Asriel is nibbling on a deer, and I lean on a wide tree trunk and listen to the birds until I fall asleep.

Baz

"Right, there are quarantine rules for all arrivals to the UK," Bunce announces nonchalantly over the phone. "Mum sneaked me in. Quarantine, Pfft. Honestly. As if she hadn't cast a protective spell on the whole family."

"Does it work?" I frown. Daphne's magic is a little weak, but my father's is all right, and I don't believe he would neglect his children that much.

"I'm not sure," Bunce admits. "Dad's still looking into it. It's a new disease and all that. Anyway, school is closed, and mum and dad are working from home, so they decided it would be all right if I just don't go outside."

Hmm. I'm not sure this would work with Daphne. She sounded utterly hysterical, as usual when her children are involved in something unpleasant. And this experimental spell the Bunces tried on themselves so recklessly wouldn't be acceptable to my father at all.

"Why don't you just go home?" Bunce suggests.

"To London? It won't be easy to land a dragon in our back alley." I think gloomily about my long-awaited lovely bubble bath. A global pandemic, seriously? Just when we got back from a long, dangerous, and filthy quest in the sheer Canadian wilderness? "Fuck," my heart sinks, "We'll have to sleep in the woods again."

Simon

I'm woken up by shouting. I hear a snatch of panicked voice before I even open my eyes, and immediately jump on my feet and draw out my sword.

"Simon!" It's Baz. Something's wrong. I start to run towards the sound of his voice, then instinctively rise up into the air. (My flying instincts got much better in the Canadian wilderness. We met a lot of weird things there.)

I find him easily from above. He's running into the forest, trying hastily to clear himself a path with magic. Baz still uses magic for everything. Sometimes it's useful, like when he decides we should clean the house. (And also sometimes on Saturday mornings, when I think I should get up already, and Baz spells a duvet so soft and warm over us that it drowns me like a puffy cloud, and with his cool arms around me, and his nose buried in the back of my neck, I can't even try to start moving. But I decide that's all right, eventually.)

"Simon," Baz gasps. "We need to set up camp."

"Huh?" I'm confused. Baz kept talking on and on about his precious bubble bath all the way back to England. He spent most of our flight in an endless monologue about all the different foams Daphne has.

He says something about a pandemic. I can only understand that his parents refuse to let us in. The idea itself doesn't surprise me that much—I've lived in more than one place that refused to let me in every now and then. Once I even slept in the backyard of the children's home the whole night. (I stayed in the kennel, the guard dog was always friendly to me.) (I would secretly give him some dried sausage sometimes. He just always seemed hungry.) But I thought Baz's parents were usually more hospitable than that.

I try to ask something, but Baz starts talking about quarantine rules. It annoys me a bit, reminds me of all the times the Mage tried to isolate me for my own protection.

"We can't go home," Baz says. "We can't leave Asriel alone here. So we'll have to sleep in the woods. Again." He looks so devastated. I have no choice but to think for both of us.

"We need an isolated place, right?" I try. "But comfortable. And with a forest big enough for Asriel. And a proper bath." Maybe Watford? Is it considered isolated? Maybe Agatha will spare us a room in the barn with the goats?

Baz looks at me. Looks around. Looks at me again "Maybe..." he says slowly. "My old home."

Baz

It's not like I haven't set foot in Hampshire since Snow turned the whole area into a giant dead spot. I got there once or twice to take some stuff. It just... feels suffocating. Like scuba diving under the sea—you know you have all the proper equipment, yet it's hard to shake off the feeling that there's just no air around. I've felt like that sometimes in the higher parts of the Canadian mountains, too. There was almost no magic there either. That's why we tried to stay close to moderately populated areas, even if they were miles away, and the magic was weak and unstable—because I just couldn't keep going without any magic at all for more than a day or two. My whole body starts to tingle, and I get restless, and also, I'm practically unable to do anything.

Snow looks at me. The emotions that show on his face chase one another: Fear. Guilt. Hesitation. Concern. Something soft, that almost makes me reach out for his hand. Guilt again.

"Baz," he mumbles, his head down. "There's no magic there."

"I know," I admit, a little uneasily.

"You hate things without magic."

"I don't hate you."

Simon's gaze jumps up. A sharp pain passes through him, and immediately melts into agonising self-doubt. He bites his lower lip. He still can't quite believe that it's possible to love him just the way he is, that magic doesn't mean that much to me, and nothing I say convinces him. And when I try to show him—well... it was difficult, up there in the Canadian mountains. A few hours without magic does indeed make my skin tingle restlessly, even if I try to hide it. And Simon feels it, and feels uncomfortable, and immediately rises up to try and find the nearest town on the horizon and head in its direction. Sometimes he would lift me up in the air, or force me to join a flight on Asriel, so we would get there sooner. And then, when I would immerse in the blissful reunion with my magic, he would become all quiet and distant, go fetch something and only return hours later. Or he would suddenly get tired and go to sleep. Usually, it passed away after a while (my magic duvet does wonders.) But it didn't exactly help convince him.

"Simon," I begin. He shakes his head violently.

"No, no. Let's just... rent an empty house or something. Some sort of an Airbnb. I'll pay."

"No, that's ridiculous." I don't want him to pay. I also don't want to sleep in a stranger's house. I've missed my bed so much that my heart aches.

"Then we'll get you back to London, Asriel and I. You stay there, and I'll take him to Epping Forest."

Pfft. He must be joking. As if I'll let him sleep in the woods cuddled with Asriel, while I'm stuck at home alone. Between this and spending a few quiet days with Snow without magic, I know my first choice.

"No," I say firmly. "I want to go to Hampshire. I... miss home." I manage to sound like I mean it at least a bit. I feel a kind of tremble deep down, that suggests I might actually mean it. I've never felt quite at home in Hampshire, not like in our room at Watford, but it's still the house I grew up in. Where all my siblings were born. The forest where I first learned how to hunt. I haven't thought about all this in years, but suddenly I can't shake off the thought of going back to Hampshire, and I feel a kind of anxious excitement. How would it feel, to be in my home without any magic in it?

Simon

I don't want to go back to Hampshire. I don't want to go back to Hampshire. I try to come up with a logical explanation that will convince Baz, but my mind is racing too fast and I can't quite speak.

Hampshire: The Humdrum throws a familiar red ball at me; a fire; fancy pyjamas covered in mud; wings. The memories strangle me like a thick fog. Baz's parents run outside screaming, and I fly away in a wild panic, navigating instinctively with the magic I stole from the world. I haven't been able to look Malcolm Grimm in the eye since, not that I had many opportunities. I'm not invited to visit often. Daphne is nicer, but sometimes she casually mentions something about her home, and I know how much she misses it. Baz also talks mindlessly about his home sometimes: the room he used to play in, the magnificent library, the ghost of some ancient uncle who lived in the woods and would occasionally help him find a wounded deer—Baz always felt better when he could put an animal out of its misery.

I stole all of that.

And yet the house remained in its place, as still and gloomy as a tombstone. Several other magickal families sold their houses to Normals and left their past behind, but not the Grimms. They would never give up their ancient family estate. But it's also very clear that it's no longer livable.

The burden of guilt settles on my chest and makes it hard to breathe. Faintly I mutter, "I don't want to go back to Hampshire." Because how will I be able to set a foot in this place and still look Baz in the eye, and believe that he is still capable of loving me, when he remembers everything I've done to the world? Everything I've done to him? Everything that I really am?

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Baz

I step carefully into the front hall of the place that used to be my childhood home, and is now a dark space full of covered furniture. We have a Normal housemaid who is supposed to come and clean up every couple of weeks, but I'm not certain she's doing a proper job. The windows are sealed, the floor creaks under my feet, and everything smells like dust. The house feels abandoned. I raise my wand to cast a few basic cleansing spells, and stop abruptly as realisation hits me. It's a dead spot. Huh.

Simon comes cautiously behind me. He's uncharacteristically quiet, his head is bowed and his shoulders are slumped as if he's trying to disappear inside himself. His wings are flattened against his back tightly, and even his golden curls look faded in the faint, dusty light.

He looks at the wand I'm still holding in my hand, and begins to say nervously, "Baz, I'm not sure that was a good idea—", and I just have to stop him before we find ourselves teetering in the wind again.

"Come on, Snow, we have a lot of work to do," I say with all the vigorous high spirit I can muster, throwing my wand aside. "Come and help to clean up."

Simon

Cleaning up takes forever, and I throw myself fully into it: I open the windows and sweep the floors and remove heavy, dark covers from rigid Victorian furniture. It's the least I can do. At first it's distressing, and I try not to look at Baz, who is trying to look enthusiastic and motivated rather than restless and grumpy. He walks through the rooms, grumbling to himself when he thinks I can't hear. But gradually, the monotonous physical work relaxes me. Then a vague feeling of familiarity starts nagging me, and I realise I've actually done all of this before.

I did a lot of housework in a lot of old Victorian houses that had been converted into public charity buildings, homes for the poor, neglected children. And even though It's been years since I last held a duster (our flat in London is regularly cleaned by magic, obviously), the well-practised movements from my childhood are woven naturally into my muscles, and I don't even have to think about it. The automatic movements feel right somehow, like a forgotten note of my true self, like meeting the Humdrum again and not fearing him anymore.

As time goes by, Baz tries less and less hard to fake enthusiasm, and dissolve into the familiar sour mood I’ve come to know all too well on our quest. Instead of drowning myself in guilt again, I decide to try to be productive, and turn to the bathroom. Baz isn't very skillful at Normal-style cleanings, but Merlin, I surely have more than enough adequate experience.

Baz

The bathroom is so warm and bright and clean and feels like home, that I almost forget to feel suffocated. I've spent so many hours here—soaking in the sudsy water, listening to violin and piano concerto records, and almost managing to push aside everything that was happening in my life: my father's disappointed looks, my aunt's mess, the blood I just drank in the forest. I've spent so many lovely summer evenings trying not to think about how Snow spends his time in his orphanage, and how at the beginning of each school year he returns too thin and too sad, and it takes Bunce at least a few days to cheer him up. So many hours I've spent in this luxurious bath, listening to Schubert's Ständchen, D 889 and dreaming up Snow wrapped in my arms, relaxed, satisfied, safe and happy.

I start the bath. Daphne gave us so much stuff before we left, that we barely managed to carry it all. ("We've got way too much anyway," she said. She also insisted that all the toilet paper in the supermarket had run out, but that surely was a joke.) With a happy sigh of delight, I open the bag and take out an ultra-soft exfoliating sponge, lavender bubble elixir, vanilla and patchouli body wash, white rose bath bombs, coconut bath oil, and milk and honey creamy foam. I hang the towels on the vintage copper hangers, choose some of my favourite soaps, and start filling the bath with hot, fragrant water.

Simon

I leave Baz in the bathroom and go handle the groceries in the kitchen. I haven't seen a kitchen this big in years, and I ease up into the routine work. I air out the cupboards and take the covers off the chairs, wipe the counters and put vegetables in the fridge, and suddenly I find myself singing.

In one of the children's homes, when I was maybe six or seven, Betsy the cook would sneak me biscuits when I helped her clean the oven, and let me watch her make lunch on Sundays. I pick up some potatoes and start peeling them absently, humming a nursery rhyme she used to sing. The notes dance around me as I once knew them: not as plain matter-of-factly magic spells, evidence of my constant failure, but as small drops of kindness that I've treasured in my childhood with yearning devotion. Precious moments of peace and warmth and attention that were gifted to me alone. I fry onions and ground beef and hum How Many Miles to Babylon, sinking into a foreign and unexpected feeling of almost-home. My old therapist asked me repeatedly about my childhood memories, and I always answered I don't remember anything; I really didn't. I didn't even know that I still had such memories hidden somewhere inside me.

I'm about to put the pie in the oven, singing loudly "If your heels are nimble and your toes are light, you may get there by candle-light", when Baz pops up behind me. He clears his throat, and I jerk and turn around. He stares at me.

"Are you trying to leave?"

"Huh?" I'm confused.

"It's a navigation spell," he sounds hurt.

I lean back on the counter. "Baz, it's a nursery rhyme," I say. And also, I don't have magic, and there is no magic here, and magic isn't everything there is to life, and where on earth could I possibly go—but that's all getting too much to say.

Baz nods. He's still scowling. I sigh and add, "I made a pie."

"You did?" Baz is surprised. I don't blame him. I don't cook much. There are so many pubs and bakeries and sandwich shops around us, Baz eats lunch at university or at work, and on Saturdays we're invited to Lady Ruth's, so I just don't see the point. But sometimes I think that maybe none of these is the actual issue—maybe there's just something too warm and domestic about home-cooked meals, that I don't feel entirely comfortable making it something I do. Something that's happening naturally in our house.

We don't talk about it much—about our place in London, which neither of us feels at home in, and there's still hardly any furniture in there even after three years. About our plans for the future, after Baz finishes his master's degree. About marriage and children. I know Baz wants a family, of course he does; He is the most domestic person I know. He won't admit it, but secretly he wants his father's life precisely: a beautiful home, a beautiful wedding and beautiful children, and a warm home-cooked family dinner at the end of each day.

We've never talked about it. Even after three years, I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of a family of my own, one that I fully belong to. I'm afraid to ruin everything for everyone again. Maybe if Baz would have asked... maybe I would try to deal with it somehow. But he never brings it up. He doesn't suggest that we buy a place that will feel truly ours. He doesn't even offer to cook. And he has no idea that I'm actually able to cook a bit, and may even enjoy it sometimes.

"Yes," I manage to say. "I made shepherd's pie."

Baz stares at me for a few more moments, then takes a step forward and reaches hesitantly at my hand. "Come to the bathtub."

Baz

Snow isn't used to baths. (Big surprise.) As I soak into the warm water and lean back blissfully, he curls up on the other side of the tub, his knees pulled up to his stomach, one hand swirling small cycles in the water and stirring the foam in a restless motion. I nudge his shin lightly with my foot, and he slides backwards instinctively until he's pressed against the wall of the tub, cowering like a trapped animal. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to dissolve into the peaceful inner space where I almost manage to forget about everything.

"How do you feel?" Snow's voice cuts through the steamy fog, small, almost inaudible. I open my eyes.

"Fine. What do you mean?"

"I just thought..." he hesitates. "About the... you know. Magic." He barely whispers the word, as if he's afraid to remind me.

I think about it. When I first stepped into the house, I felt the usual suffocation, but now—inside my homely-familiar soothing bubble bath—it doesn't feel quite as awful. I've missed home, I suddenly realise. I did not expect this. I never felt entirely comfortable in this house, but I guess I somewhat liked it nonetheless. "I feel all right," I say, and add carefully: "I think I missed home a little, maybe." One beat of silence passes, then two, and three, and then Simon's hushed voice cuts through: "I think I did, too."

Simon

I soften into the steamy mist. Everything smells sweet, clean, and soothing, and the water is a little too hot, but Baz's leg pressed against mine is cool enough to send a pleasant shiver through me. I see him watching me; his foot rubs against the bottom of my calf, pressing and loosening and pressing again. I look down at the small ripples my hand is swirling in the water, and dare to say, "Some memories came to me. From... before."

Baz says nothing. I can feel him tensing up. His foot lingers on my calf.

"They're… I don't know." I can't quite put it into words, and these memories are slippery and shaky. It's like trying to remember a smell, a touch. "There's just something about them."

"Something," Baz repeats.

"Something... not just bad."

Baz is quiet. He's waiting for me to continue, but I'm out of words. The air between us is strained like a string, and I can see him frown intently. A few achingly still moments pass, and I'm starting to think frantically about a change of subject, when he rises up suddenly. The water waves around him and splashes on the floor, and he doesn't even notice. "Wait a minute," he says hastily and hurries away.

Baz

I run back to the front hall, water dripping around me and my footsteps wetting the wooden floor, but I don't even think about a wiping spell. Lunging towards our bags still piled by the door, I pull out my violin, carefully wrapped in its case. I wipe my hands, pick it up carefully and run back to Snow, because I think I might be onto something. I might have found a new spell that no one has ever known before, that seemed utterly impossible up till now.

Simon

I manage to settle back into the fragrant bubbly water when Baz returns and pauses by the doorway, holding his violin. The door is half open, the air has cooled a little, and the water is now just the right temperature. He tucks the violin under his chin, lifts the bow and slides it gently over the strings. The opening notes rise up, then go down, and rise up again, in a melodic rhythm of a quiet stream:

"How many miles to Babylon? / Three score miles and ten / Can I get there by candle-light? / Yes, and back again."

The tender wave of music flows on, and on, and on. Baz's movements gradually relax and open up, dissolving into the melody, his eyes closed, his body sways absently from side to side. He is as beautiful as a black-and-white movie character, his pale skin shining like porcelain in the soft light of the bathroom, a dim glow surrounding him like a halo. The musical harmony echoes in the room and swirls around me. I relax into the water, immersed in warmth, comfort, and small drops of kindness that grow bigger and bigger until they become a trickle of rain, then a flood, then a river, then an ocean. The bath is a warm ocean on a golden summer day, and Baz's music is an endless flowing wave that rises and falls and rocks me tenderly, until I'm drifting away in a repetitive rhyme that feels like magic:

"Can I get there by candlelight? / Yes, and back again."

When Baz eventually stops, it feels like hours have passed by, and I realise that my eyes are wet and my breathing is deep. The air I exhale reaches my very bottom. When Baz slides back into the water, I shift towards him like he's gravity itself. I melt against his chest, my head's tilting back to rest on his shoulder, and my words begin to flow on their own.

Baz

Simon scatters incoherent fragments of stories that I don't even try to fully comprehend, and it's impossible anyway, no more than it's possible to line up the waves of the sea. Instead, I just hug him and rub his back over his wings. Tears run down from his eyes, and he doesn't wipe them away. I kiss his wet cheeks. When the flow of stories finally fades away, he curls up against my chest, his body limp, his eyes half closed, his head dropped back.

I'm starting to think he fell asleep when his gaze drifts towards me with an almost imperceptible shift, his breath fluttering against my cheek as he whispers, "Baz?"

"Hmm?" I murmur and kiss his shoulder.

"Do you want to buy a house together?" he asks in a low voice.

I close my eyes and pretend I didn't hear him. We had a long day, and Simon is tired, and his eyes are still swollen with tears. It would be hasty of me to dive into a conversation that he doesn't mean, that he'll do anything to forget about tomorrow morning. I kiss the side of his head, inhale the lavender scent of his hair and pretend to be immersed in a peaceful silence, until Simon squirms out of my embrace. I look up and my eyes meet his—very blue, very wide, and something like a hurt expectation spreads through them as he blinks rapidly a couple of times, but doesn't look away. "What do you think?" He whispers.

I pull him back into my arms and give myself a moment to calm down before the corners of my mouth curve up in a tentative smile. Simon is still looking at me. I'm not sure he's breathing. I'm not sure I'm breathing. I think of my home in Hampshire, of my home in Oxford, of my home at Watford, of Simon who has always been my home.

I let my full smile, wide and dazzled, slip out as I tighten my arms around him and my head tilts towards his. "When you're ready," I murmur into his ear, "you don't have to ask."

Simon laughs and kisses my neck, and even though the water is starting to cool down, my blood is boiling. Simon's wings spread over and wrap both of us in soft, warm leather. His tail slides and twists in the water around my thighs, teasing me. I let out a strangled breath and lean forward to kiss him. Simon smiles at me, puts a hand on the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him, and I can no longer separate teenage fantasies from reality -- and suddenly an unmistakable, loud ding cuts through the house.

Simon leans back with a frustrated groan. I grin at him as I get up and pull him outside, wrapping him in a big, fluffy towel so he doesn’t get cold. "Come on, Snow. Your pie is ready."

I allow myself to take a small, happy leap in the air when he goes in front of me and can't see. Then I grab his hand and walk with my back straight and a wide smile spread over my face—because today I'm the greatest mage who ever lived, and I discovered the hardest spell that ever was: the spell that will make Simon Snow feel at home.

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December 2022

Simon

I run into the house and throw the bags by the door. I don't have much time, and I need to get everything ready before Baz finishes his phone call. (He's immersed in a conversation with Penny about their final project. She called just in time, right before I parked, and the conversation can keep him busy for a while, but I better hurry still.) I grab one bag and run upstairs to the bathroom.

Somehow, even though Baz adores baths as much as Cleopatra herself, we haven't taken many of them together over the years. Our flat in London doesn't have a bath, and at first, I tried to suggest that we look at other places, but the prices just keep rising, and it didn't make sense to give it up. It's a lovely place just on the edge of the city, surrounded by lively green meadows, and nearby is a small forest where Baz can hunt. (It's not quite as remarkable as the woods in Hampshire, but at least he doesn't have to drink only rats anymore.) I like joining him there and spread my wings high above the trees when no one can see. (The neighbours got used to the wings—Penny told them I'm a particularly eccentric circus artist, and considering all the creepy guests she and Shepard bring over all the time, it doesn't seem to surprise them in the slightest. But they still don't know I can actually fly.)

We visit his parents on holidays, and Baz sometimes uses Daphne's well-equipped bath, but I don't feel comfortable joining him—because honestly, this is his parents' house. And I'm still not sure I actually like baths, all steamy and oily and so very still.

But I do love Baz, and despite what he believes, I am in fact capable of being romantic. I think.

And the oracle that Shepard met in the pub insisted that 2023 would be the most fortunate year ever known to mankind, so it's quite clear that now is the right time.

The bubbling water fills the tub. I know nothing about all those soaps and foams Agatha brought me, but Baz loves everything, so I reckon it doesn't matter. White thick bath cream mixes with rosy bath salts and pine-green foam, and I start handling the fairy lights and the roses (I'm not sure what to do with them, so I just put the bouquet in the sink.) The room starts to fog up in a sweet-fragranced cloud, just as Baz yells in irritation from the foot of the stairs: "You haven't even started unpacking?!"

Baz

I disconnect the phone call, and finally consume fully the sense of home. We returned from our quest to Edinburgh just the day before Christmas, and Simon would have stayed longer if I hadn't insisted that we can't miss Christmas eve with my family. We don't visit my parents much, but Christmas was settled years ago. My siblings love Simon—he flies the little ones over the lawns, tells adventure stories and plays football with them. Daphne makes an enormous amount of food, and fusses over us. (Simon never turns down an extra serving, and that wins her over every time.) Even my father got used to it eventually: he's still too formal with all of us, especially with him, but when he's settled in his armchair with a book while Simon plays with the children and Daphne chats cheerfully, he seems almost relaxed. Once or twice he even asked me about my "future plans" and glanced at Simon, which is as close to a pressure to settle down as he's probably capable of.

Still, when we returned from Edinburgh Simon insisted that we spend a night in Hampshire before going to Oxford. He said he wanted to "spend some alone time" with me. So we parted ways with Penny and Shepard at Southampton Airport, and rented a car for ourselves.

I'm still not sure how I feel about this house. We haven't been here much since the two weeks of the COVID quarantine, but occasionally when we pass through the area, we find ourselves staying for a few days. Simon feels strangely comfortable here, now that the entire area is a dead spot. He doesn't even have to think about magic. And I feel comfortable because Simon feels comfortable, and because I grew up here, and it will always feel like home to me at least a little. And also, because the silence between us here is both intimate and light. The house is large and spacious, and I can peacefully listen to music and play my violin for hours, without disturbing the neighbours like in our small city apartment. Simon wanders around in the woods (he's already befriended all the creatures in it), and flies miles away in every direction, until his cheeks are flushed and he can't stop smiling. When he comes back, we make dinner, and then he's soft and cuddly as we watch telly together. Honestly, what more could I ask.

I still have a hard time staying for too long in a completely non-magickal environment, but even I came to admit there's something to it. This Normal stillness brings out some sort of a new perspective. As Simon says, songs are just songs here, phrases are just phrases. We rediscover mundanity, and it's unexpectedly soothing at times. And when I look at Simon like that, I can see him as he probably sees himself most of the time: a Normal boy who grew up in a Normal environment and just wanted to belong somewhere. Not the greatest mage who ever lived, not a pool of overflowing and uncontrollable energy, not a weapon in a war that isn't his. Looking at him as he cooks and sings to himself mindlessly, I understand a little better his journey from being that Normal boy to The Mage's soldier and back, and how difficult it is for him to explain—even to himself—what he is now. In these moments I give up completely on explanations, solutions and interpretations, and just hug him or sing along with him for a while, and something about this homely warmth soothes us both. If only I had known before that this very place, which for years has made us both feel so anxious and detached, would give us a home.

Simon

I finish undressing when I hear Baz going up the stairs, carrying the bags. I look around one last time, take a deep breath and come out to the hallway.

"Do you mind helping...?" He starts, and I ignore it because I don’t have time for this right now. My heart is beating too fast. Baz frowns when I step closer and reach out for his hand. "What—" he starts, and I cut him off, "come on."

Baz drops the bags without taking his eyes off me. I pull him by the arm. "Come on, I prepared a bath."

Baz doesn't argue. (He never argues with a bath.) I open the door and the steam surrounds us immediately. Baz inhales sharply and stops in place, looking around at the fairy lights and the flowers and the rosy bubbly water. I pull him more urgently. "Come on, the water is getting cold." He's still staring around, so I start unbuttoning his shirt myself. He comes to his senses when I pull his shirt off completely, and finishes undressing on his own. Then he dips a cautious hand in the bath, lets out a blissful sigh, and slides inside. Step one—check, I think, and my heart is drumming in my chest like at the beginning of a quest.

"So, you finally felt like taking a bath?" Baz asks. He smiles, but I can hear the hesitation in his voice. He knows something is wrong. (I always argue with a bath.)

I clear my throat. I'm naked and shivering a little, though the room isn't cold. "Baz," I start. The steam is fogging up around me, so it's hard to see him, and it helps me to keep going. "Do you know what day it is?"

"Friday?" He furrows his eyebrows.

I let out a frustrated breath. "No! I mean, yes. It's Friday. But what else?"

"Um… the day before Christmas?"

"Right," I start fidgeting restlessly. "And also...?"

Baz leans back and settles lower in the water. He hums quietly for a moment before saying in a softened voice, "Why don't you tell me, Snow?"

"It's… um. Well. It's our anniversary."

Baz is silent for a couple of seconds. "We don't celebrate an anniversary."

"Right," I admit. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"It doesn't?" Baz asks.

"No. I mean, it exists. It's today. It's this night, actually. Which isn't exactly today, but waiting for the night would have ruined the surprise, so..."

"Snow, what on earth are you talking about?" He's starting to get up, and I think he's about to do something very Baz—to take my hand, to hug me, to pull me into the bath—and I just can't let that happen. I inhale dizzily, like at the moment before I spread my wings and fly.

"Baz, wait," I say shakily. "Sit down for a moment. I need to say something."

He soaks back into the water. Through the steam, I can see him frowning and worrying at his lip. I don't have much time left. I grope for the sink, get stung by a rose thorn (who was the bloody idiot who decided roses were romantic), turn around, take a few steps forward and lean on the edge of the bath. It feels ridiculous, it feels insane, it feels like the first moment when I'm rising up in the air and the wind hits my wings.

"So," I start again. "It's our anniversary. Our seventh anniversary," I add.

Baz nods, "Okay."

"And seven is a magickal number," I say. Baz frowns again, so I quickly continue, "And we've been living together for a long time. And I love you."

"I love you too," Baz says softly.

"And someone has to say it already." It's not going the way I planned. Not at all. I feel like I'm wobbling in the air and drifting up and down and rolling over, and then suddenly my wings spread wide and I just fly. "here."

I push the box into his wet palm. It almost slips out of his grip and sinks into the water, and I almost leap into the bath to rescue it, and it's just about the most ridiculous romantic moment ever.

Baz tightens his fingers around the box. He doesn't open it. With one delicate finger, he strokes the black velvet. He looks at me. I rub the back of my neck nervously. "Come on, open it."

Baz opens the box. A white gold ring with a thin dark-violet centre stripe sparkles in the soft, misty light. Baz loves violet. And the contrast will match the colour of his skin. And this is an ancient ring I got from that elf whose village Shepard and I helped save. Baz loves ancient and magickal things.

He still doesn't say anything. He looks at me. Looks at the ring. Looks at me again.

"Well?" I choke out.

Baz puts the ring on his finger. It fits him perfectly, because Baz is perfect. (And also, Penny helped me to spell it to his size.) He reaches a hand out to me and says, "come to the bathtub, Snow."

Baz

I pull Simon to me, tighten my arms around his chest and kiss his neck. I kiss him, and kiss some more, until I'm so hot that my vision blurs. I bite his soft skin carefully and suck one drop of blood. It's an intimately familiar dance that we've perfected over our years together, and still my heart leaps anxiously and then excitedly every single time. Simon presses against me and drops his head back on my shoulder, exposing more of his neck. He rubs my cheek with his warm skin, which always smells like brown sugar and butter and summer. My head spins, and for a moment I lose myself in it, in how good it all is, in how good he is, in how good he is to me. I suck another drop of blood and inhale his sweetness. Simon lets out a strangled whimper and his tail curls and tightens around my thigh. Small, quick breaths emerge from his parted lips. His skin burns against me and he grips my palms tight. I almost start to drown in all of this goodness, but then a flash of light on our clasped hands catches my eye, and I suddenly remember that we still have a conversation to finish.

I let go of his neck and turn his face towards me until his beautiful blue eyes meet mine. Simon blinks as if waking from a dream.

I clear my throat. "So," I say and look at my hand, then back at him. "You were saying something?"

Simon smiles. He pokes my thigh with the pointed end of his tail. "Do I really have to say it?"

My lips curve up in an effort to imitate my old sneer. I'm failing shamefully, of course; A vague, affectionate shadow of a smirk hangs at the corners of my mouth as I raise up an eyebrow and say, "Use your words, Snow."

Simon lets out a wet laugh and buries his face in my shoulder. His muffled voice vibrates against my skin as he asks hoarsely, "Do you wanna marry me?"

Simon

It's the worst proposal in history. I know that. Baz absolutely knows that. I should have done everything differently, and now it's hopeless. Maybe we could just forget about it all, and he'll go back to drinking me.

Baz

It's the best proposal in history. And I mean in all five dimensions Bunce's parents are married in, and in all the other dimensions there are.

"Yes," I say. I lift our joint hands and kiss his knuckles. I run my fingers through his wet hair, stroke his cheek fondly with my thumb, and pull him for another kiss. Simon melts into me and a sigh of relief escapes him. He laughs and says, "Okay." I think he's wiping his eyes. His wings spread over my shoulders and wrap us both. I kiss him again, and again, and again, then slip back down the familiar path to his neck. "On one condition," I murmur against his skin, and kiss a mole there. "After the wedding, we're getting a new house, with a bath."

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #carry on #wayward son #simon snow trilogy #any way the wind blows #bubble bath #bite! #a little angst and lots of fluff #mentions of COVID-19 #my first one here #hello everyone

[etruatcaelum]

i am once again rewatching rwby.

RED TRAILER.

45s in i have to pause to yell (again) about “thus kindly i scatter”—THE SPEAKER. SUMMER ROSE IS NOT THE ROSE. SHE IS THE SPEAKER WHO KILLS THE ROSE AS A CONTEMPLATION OF HIS OWN MORTALITY IN THIS ESSAY I WILL–

“soon may i follow/when friendships decay/and from love’s shining circle/the gems drop away/when true hearts lie withered/and fond ones are flown/oh! who would inhabit/this bleak world alone?” the moon will sadly watch the roses die, huh.

lol.

lmao even.

i know it was just because the budget was a shoelace and chewing gum at this point but the grimm here being fully black with no plating is really funny in the context of my worldbuilding. because it means ruby just fucking slaughters a bunch of baby grimm bfrghfk

WHITE TRAILER

atlas is full of the worst kind of person (people who do flash photography in theaters)

it really is bonkers that jacques was like. yeah i won’t let you attend your college of choice unless you defeat this huge old geist that i have arranged to be captured and inserted into one of our comically oversized suits of armor. sir,

how did they even CATCH that thing.

this is probably my favorite of the trailers in all honesty. the duality of her public/private lives on such raw display. & i think the fight choreo is the cleanest.

the moon does not look broken so much as it looks like something has been nibbling on it. zhan tiri behavior.

BLACK TRAILER

i love how the thinking behind forever fall forest was clearly just “we cannot have green trees in this trailer it’ll ruin the whole aesthetic.” brhdjgh

YOUR HOPES HAVE BECOME MY BURDEN. I WILL FIND MY OWN LIBERATION. salem foreshadowing dot txt.

mumbles. V2 heavily implies that ozpin thinks blake is salem’s spy. so it is not inconceivable that that crow might in fact be qrow. i think about this often.

i have to imagine that this unbelievably over the top security robot was there because somebody tipped off the SDC as to the robbery plot. because lmao.

YELLOW TRAILER

“scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical” this counts as arm foreshadowing tm

raven being here at the beginning really makes this. somehow a more attentive parent than tai BRGRHFKF (for legal reasons this is a joke)

ozma like yeah in my ideal society there is a minuscule class of elite special warriors with superpowers who roam around unrestrained by law or regulation and with zero meaningful oversight besides their own guild. & then there’s everybody else. why isn’t humanity united yet

i love them so much. they’re so stupid BRRHDKVJDNV

yang’s introduction vs the other three is really so hysterical though. she just- she swans into a nightclub and hospitalizes like fifty people HRGKH. she’s SEVENTEEN.

girl,,

junior and oobleck have the same basic weapon. oobleck’s is also a thermos, befitting his status as a hyper-caffeinated eccentric historian. junior runs a nightclub. do we think he can drink booze out of his

why is tai letting his fifteen year old wander around in the industrial district after dark 😭 man WHAT are ya doin

EP 1: RUBY ROSE

salem: humankind is wise, strong, resourceful, passionate, ingenious, did i mention resourceful? all it took for them to defy fate itself and flourish against all odds was a single spark of hope <3 …what was i talking about? oh, right. oz, your terror of change and your reliance on isolated guardians to hold up the rotting façade of your precious academies will be your undoing because there is no victory to be found in strength. fuck you.

oz: but perhaps!! victory is found in the simpler things that you’ve long forgotten. like hope and honesty <3

salem: ………really?

they are so. DIVORCED. AJDHSHDK

“so-called free world.” her protégée was a child slave. her protégée was a child slave whose mentor attempted to arrest her after she murdered her owners. slavery was abolished after the great war. your so-called free world.

shes so ANGRY.

“a smaller, more honest soul” says the LIAR LMAO

ruby: i think today i will murder some goons <3

ozpin pretending like he doesn’t know exactly who ruby is. most hysterical play of all time. it’s clearly not a secret he’s keeping for a reason—otherwise qrow wouldn’t have been so loose with telling the girls he’s tight with ozpin and ironwood later on—so like. ozpin are you just lying to this girl out of HABIT (probably)

“i want to be a huntress”/“you want to slay monsters?” -> “and what exactly does a huntress do?” “fight… monsters, i guess?” SCREAM LAUGHS.

glynda is like “he’s going to let this child into the school. gods help me” she does NOT get paid enough. whatever he’s paying her isn’t enough

ruby: i don’t want anyone to think i’m special or anything :(

ozpin: good news everybody—

“our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace! please do not ask why we need to train warriors to uphold this peace, thank you :)” cult behavior

the !!empty!! cloak floating above summer’s grave… she’s so alive it makes me crazy

“i don’t want to hear your absolution/hope you’re ready for a revolution” SCREAM LAUGHS AGAIN.

#WRAPPED UP IN A LIE ( ooc. ) #liveblog tag. #[ V1 is so fun. #insane rewatch value. #all the foreshadowing hits like a truck hrgdksgf ]

[lwdegarbagedump]

Autolykos/spearmint (Emerald x Pyrrha)

Pyrrha tormenting Emerald with her semblance knowing she has nipple piercings. Cutest little gold rings that can be linked by a fine gold chain with sun and moon charms.

Pyrrha wining and dining Emerald at a fancy restaurant... picks out a slutty little strapless mini dress for her, does her makeup, makes her go commando so she can edge her all evening with a remote vibrator and a butt plug. Brushes off people concerned for her date's bizarre behaviour saying she's recovering from an incident with a grimm, she's having a panic attack but it will be fine.

Emerald stumbling in her high heels on shaky legs threatening to give way under her, scared she'll fall over and flash everyone. Bad enough her dress is so short and tight that her tits almost spill over the top, it almost reveals her fat ass and if she uncrosses her legs her pussy is visible.

Pyrrha ogling her cleavage and her ass shamelessly in public, Emerald loves the attention so she deliberately wears tight pants and low cut tank tops with her bra cups peeping over the neckline.

Emerald keeps staring at Pyrrha's strong thighs, her abs and her killer legs, Pyrrha is similarly enamoured by her girlfriend's lithe and flexible body... she can bend her into all sorts of positions to fuck her!

Emerald getting flustered by Pyrrha flirting with her, asking to try her new lip gloss and making out with her or cuddling her so she's eye-level with her tits to ogle her.

Emerald is usually a subby princess but occasionally she feels like grabbing the strap-on to absolutely rail Pyrrha, leaving her aching all over in the best way and passing out with a smile on her face.

Pyrrha's ass is impressive in its own right, it doesn't clap or jiggle as it's so firm. Emerald could bounce a coin off it!

Pyrrha can carry her gf bridal-style or throw her over her shoulder like a stereotypical raider abducting an innocent girl from her village.

Emerald has severe mommy issues going back to her unstable early childhood with inadequate caregivers for so many children in her group foster home, she always longed for someone to love her and keep her warm and safe and call her their sweetheart. This manifests in adulthood with calling Pyrrha "Mommy".

Emerald disobeying Mommy deliberately so she'll be put over her lap and spanked mercilessly. It makes her pussy unbelievably wet, she almost came when Pyrrha started rubbing her cheeks after spanking her and started whispering to her that she's a sweet girl, so beautiful, always good for her, special girls like her deserve the world.

Pyrrha's voice drops an octave when she's dominating the thief who stole her heart. Slipping her fingers inside her as she nibbles her earlobe and making her shiver with every word.

Spoiling the thief with white lingerie, Pyrrha adores the contrast against her brown skin. The little red bows match exquisite red eyes.

Plump lips kissing all over Pyrrha's thighs, leaving lipstick stains on her skin. Nails digging into Emerald's plush booty as Pyrrha eats her up from behind.

Emerald is an expert pussy eater, not bad for someone who had never even kissed before!

Pyrrha marking her territory with visible love bites and a gold choker with the letters "PN" dangling from it. She has Emerald's initials engraved in her diadem, joking that it means she can't get her out of her head. Emerald got a tattoo of Pyrrha's emblem as a tramp stamp and surprised her.

#lwde #emerald sustrai #pyrrha nikos #autolykos #rwby #spearmint #emerald/pyrrha #wlw #sapphic

[books-and-catears]

MC gets a small tattoo dedicated to the brothers

Lucifer

A tattoo of two of his demon form feathers on your on lower arm.

- Notices it as you rolled up for sleeves to make dinner

- His ego is completely stroked at this

- Allows you to roll up your uniform sleeves so your tattoo always on display

- Subtly touches your tattoo every chance he gets and humble brags about it to his brothers

- Has definitely secretly clicked a picture of it

"You look magnificent adorned in my colors MC..."

Mammon

A tattoo of Mammon's glasses and small pile of grimm on your shoulder

- Notices it when he was about to lay his head on your shoulder

- Feels so fucking loved and appreciated he might cling to you constantly henceforth

- Will probably get a matching tattoo with something that is important to you

- Definitely ask you to wear sleeveless tops more so he can see the tattoo at all times

- Clicked a picture of both of you with matching tattoos and keeps it as his wallpaper

"Of course ye would get a tattoo for the Great Mammon, MC! Um... just a general question what stuff do you like...?"

Leviathan

A tattoo of his TSL-themed gaming console between your thumb and your wrist

- Notices it when you hold the controller to play with him and can't stop blushing

- Thinks it's a joke at first but then you let him feel it and it's permanent and he freaks out. Dedicated to someone like him?

- Immediately wants to get a matching tattoo with you

- Makes you join his gaming team and show you off as his primary side kick

"It's..not fake?! MC you really got a tattoo for me?!"

Satan

A small cat reading a book on the inner side of your wrist

- Notices it as you held a book up for the two of you to read together

- Blushes and melts when you say it's inspired by him

- Always makes you hold the book henceforth and constantly runs his thumb over it or kisses it

- Will probably get a tattoo on himself for you too. Somwhere not everyone can see but for your eyes only.

"Ah MC, I never thought I'll get to see all my favourite things as one like this..."

Asmodeus

A tattoo of Asmo's favourite perfume bottle with his name written on it on your chest

- Notices it when you come down to dinner wearing a loose shirt

- Instantly squeal squeals at seeing his name written across your chest

- Takes you shopping and buys you clothes which show your tattoo off in the best way

- Takes lots of pictures and will definitely press kisses against it constantly if you allow him too.

"Oh MC to see my name written on you permanently like this is so fulfilling."

Beelzebub

A cute little hamburger on your waist

- Notices it when you both were working out together

- Thinks it looks delicious and makes him feel both happy and hungry

- Has probably tried to nibble on it on multiple instances when he got too hungry

- Probably will want to get a tattoo of your favorite food but you stop him else he will end up eating himself

"MC that looks even more delicious because it's on you!"

Belphegor

A tattoo of Belphie's cow themed pillow on your thigh

- Notices while he was about nap on your lap

- Is immensely smug and happy that you did it for him. Your soft thighs make it all the more satisfying.

- Refuses to nap anywhere else if you're in the same room with him.

- Nuzzles into it and squeezes it every chance he gets

"Putting an actual pillow on your thighs for me MC? How cute..."

#obey me x mc #obey me fluff #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

kissin' and comfort with mammon

Mammon had an inkling you were inexperienced from the moment he kissed you the first time.

He could vividly recall your first kiss, remembering you had been a bit hesitant, yet followed his lead and everything turned out okay, but now that he was trying to make out with you, you seemed to get tenser and tenser as the seconds passed.

He pulled away for a moment, resting a warm hand on your cheek so you were forced to meet his gaze.

"Is this yer first time makin' out with someone?" He asked bluntly, yet softly. He wanted to preserve your feelings, though he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip and looked away, "Was it that obvious?"

"It's not a bad thing, sweet cheeks, yer doin' fine but yer jus' so tense. Are ya okay with this? 'M not gonna force anythin' on ya that ya don't like. Ya hafta speak up when ya get uncomfy."

He sounded a bit guilty...

"I'm fine Mammoney, I just... I've never done this before, not even in the human world a-and I don't know, I never expected to get this far with someone as perfect as you!"

Your lip trembled and you refused to meet his oceanic stare.

"No no no baby, shit..."

When you began to cry, the Avatar of Greed sat up and pulled you into his lap for a bear hug, assuring you softly and stroking your hair as he waited for you to be ready to listen to him.

"I'm the Avatar of Greed, babygirl. The Great Mammon! Jus' knowing ya settled for my scummy ass is more than I deserve, alright? Just cuz yer a little shaky in the kissin' business doesn't mean I'll love ya any less. It means I get ta teach my precious bunny everythin' she needs to know though." He smirked and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, "I'm not perfect. My brothers remind me every day. But havin' you here with me jus' makes everythin' better, and yenno what? I wouldn't trade that for all the grimm in the Devildom."

You had to smile through happy tears before burying your face in his chest to return his hug.

Mammon lay you down on your back once more and asked, "Do ya wanna try again?"

You nod, and Mammon was pleased to see the smile back on your features.

"M'kay. You want me to help ya?" the demon asked, thumbing away stray tears that still lingered on your cheeks.

"Mhm."

"Kay, close yer eyes, bunny."

You did as you were told and shut your eyes.

''Now, open yer mouth a bit... there ya go. Relax, yer okay, I'm right here..."

You felt his warm breath on your lips before his soft lips pressed against your own, gently nibbling at the plush flesh.

He pulled away and you opened your eyes.

"Ya see what I did there? It's just gentle little nips until yer comfy enough to use some tongue, got it?"

"Y-Yeah."

You let your eyes flutter shut when Mammon's did and soon you were kissing him back, replicating the way he'd nursed on your lips a few moments ago.

"Good job sweetie, yer doin' jus' fine. Relax." He whispered between kisses, giggling softly when your noses bumped.

He pulled away to give you a chance to breathe, then dove right back in, using his tongue to explore your lips little by little.

You gingerly followed suit, not wanting to use too much and mess everything up.

Mammon noticed that you were getting tense again and pulled away, rubbing your arms and nuzzling you with his nose to help you calm down a bit.

"D-Did I do it wrong?" You asked, dreading his response, "Just tell me if I'm doing bad!"

"No bunny, ya were doing great! Ya got the hang of it now, but ya gotta relax some more. It's not gonna get easier when ya keep overthinkin' it." He pressed his forehead against your own.

"Oh... okay." You sigh, tugging on the hem of his t-shirt absent-mindedly.

"Damn bunny, ya want the shirt off?" He smirked, "And I thought I was movin' too fast."

You went beet red at the realization and apologized profusely, but Mammon just peppered your burning face with kisses of reassurance and rolled you over on your sides in a tangle of limbs.

He held you close to his chest, the feeling of you cuddling up against him made his heart feel full.

But when your whispered conversations and giggles became sleepy nuzzles and gentle squeezes, Mammon knew he'd found someone who was more than just perfect.

How did he know?

It's hard to say. It had been forever since someone had loved him this much and expected nothing in return. The complete opposite of him.

At least there was some virtue in the words of a cartoon cat.

--

the last sentence was a haha funny joke from the Netflix series 'Lucifer' so if you haven't seen it, GO WATCH IT!!

MASTERLIST

#tom ellis could fold me in half and I would thank him #mammon x reader #obey me! #mammon x reader smut #obey me mammon #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #swd obey me #obey me mammon x reader #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon smut #mammon obey me #mammon x reader obey me #mammon #mammon x mc #obey me! mammon #obey me mammon x reader smut #om! mammon #mammon swd

[simplyotometrash]

The favorite places the bros like to kiss?

Their Favorite Places to Kiss

we gonna exclude the lips because we don’t take the easy way out

Lucifer:

Luci loves to give temple kisses. 

They’re soft and sweet, oftentimes done when you least expect it.

He might be the Dad of the group but he can have a fun side, too.

He likes catching you off guard by kissing the side of your head out of the blue.

If he notices you are getting anxious, he will press his lips to your temple and let them linger for a few moments.

These are such comforting moments between the two of you, there’s just something special about them.

Nothing can change them.

These moments mostly happen in the confines of the house or when you’re needing comfort at RAD. 

He will also press these delicate kisses to your temple when out for dinner so long as you’re sitting next to him.

He might be the eldest brother and the Avatar of Pride but even he has a soft side to him.

It’s a side of him reserved for you. No one else gets to know that side like you do.

And that’s the way he likes it.

Mammon:

Two places with Mammon.

Firstly, he likes to leave kisses on your neck and ears. 

Definitely nibbles at your ears while he does it.

But the neck is easy access and perfect for leaving bites and hickeys. He has to let everyone know that you belong to The Great Mammon!

But his neck kisses can also be quite gentle.

When you’re laying in bed together, he leaves light kisses against your neck and your ear. Then he’s able to whisper his true feelings, the things he doesn’t want to admit around his brothers.

His other favorite that ties neck/ear kisses? Belly kisses!

He loves kissing your stomach unexpectedly, mostly when you’re in the house, because he pulls your shirt up, leaves a kiss, and then blows a raspberry before taking off in a full sprint!

He can’t help but enjoy being a total doofus. It makes you laugh and smile.

That’s really all he wants. You’re his treasure. Your smile is more precious than Grimm.

Levi:

Once he’s sure you’re okay with him kissing you without asking for permission, he really likes kissing your hands.

He saw it in an anime, okay! The protagonist was a knight and kissed his love interest’s hand and it made them swoon so he wanted to try it with you!

Seeing you laugh and smile made him decide that it was his favorite.

He knew you weren’t laughing at him because you told him over and over how cute you thought it was.

He will never, ever do it out in public. Unless he’s out as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy or in cosplay. 

He takes his role in Hell’s Navy very seriously and thinks it’s like an anime moment when he gets to depart, leaving you with a kiss to your hand and a promise he will be back soon.

Even though he’s literally just going to be gone for the weekend. 

When you do well at a video game or beat him, he kisses your hands in congratulations before you kiss him on the mouth.

Sometimes, when he feels bold enough, he will kiss your hand while you two are walking about the house hand-in-hand. He only wishes he were that bold out in public.

Baby steps, though. He will get there. If not because he wants to then because he wants to see the look on your face.

Satan:

We are not going back to hand-kissing territory bitches. He would be a hand kisser though.

Satan is a man of class and keeps it simple. He loves to kiss you on the cheek.

It’s a small act and it’s effective.

Plus you tend to turn at the last second to lock lips with him instead, which is an added bonus.

But he can give you a quick kiss on the cheek when reading or just about anywhere, really.

He knows it isn’t the most romantic of places he could kiss you but he finds something wonderful about its simplicity.

Especially when you return the favor or take to surprising him with cheek kisses.

To which you’ve started a war. He can and will kiss you on the cheek at a time that is guaranteed to make your face heat up. It turns into a game of who can embarrass the other one.

He feels free and genuinely happy. It’s such an innocent act, he feels almost like a kid with how innocent it is.

Nothing can sully the purity of that act between you two.

He will melt into a puddle though if you kiss his cheek randomly while he’s talking to his brothers.

Especially Lucifer. 

Asmo:

Nose kisses all the way! 

Like with Satan, there’s something inherently innocent about just lightly kissing the tip of your nose.

It’s so genuine and cute that he could die!

Trading nose kisses becomes a little ritual between the two of you.

You don’t kiss on the lips when first waking up, for example, instead you kiss one another on the tips of your noses. And then it turns into lip kisses.

He loves to tap you on the nose and follow it up by kissing where he tapped. It’s his way of booping your nose.

He isn’t shy about it in public either. He can and will kiss you on the nose in public, no matter who is there to see!

The purity of this act isn’t lost on him either. He thinks it’s the most wonderful thing because there’s nothing he wants more than to love and be loved. He craves physical affection and this way is more addicting than anything else.

Just the little touches. The nose kisses, rubbing noses together, resting foreheads together. He loves it all.

Your forehead is his other favorite place to kiss because of this reason.

It fulfills his true lust. The desire to love someone and be loved in return. 

There’s nothing more he wants than that.

Beel:

He likes kissing your wrists. Pure and simple. Your wrists are his favorite place to kiss.

He can feel your pulse pretty well through the pulse points on each wrist. 

He finds that so reassuring. 

Considering he holds your hand when he sleeps if he wakes up from a nightmare the first thing he does is kiss your wrist and let his lips linger until he’s sure he isn’t imagining your pulse.

He needs to be sure you’re still alive and well.

Then he proceeds to hug you into his chest and go back to sleep.

Beel doesn’t hesitate to pull your hand up to him when you’re out and about together, either. He will kiss those points on your wrists literally anytime and anywhere.

He might be shy but he doesn’t see any point in hiding something he likes.

He’s not ashamed or embarrassed about it. He’s quite public just like Asmo is.

But it’s a big comfort thing for him. He gets nervous when he doesn’t see you for long periods of time at RAD, so he kisses your wrist as soon as he sees you again. It just brings him that sense of security.

He will absolutely melt if you do the same back to him.

It’s so precious he could die!

Belphie:

Lazy boy here is a collarbone kisser.

He finds something quite appealing about kissing your collarbone.

Also, it’s just very easy to get to if you two are just lazing about in bed. He tends to sleep on top of you so you can’t go anywhere.

Like Mammon, he doesn’t shy away from leaving bites and hickeys wherever his mouth can reach on and around your collarbone just to ensure everyone knows not to mess with you if he doesn’t want to get out of bed.

Belphie isn’t a big PDA person so the fact that it’s not an easy place to kiss out in public is no bother to him.

Why would he give two shits about where he can kiss you in public? 

If he’s going to kiss you in public then it is going to be on the mouth to be extra certain that the other demons that see you know they better think twice before even approaching you.

So of course, collarbone kisses are quite private.

His own collarbone is quite sensitive and he will have to hold in laughter if you try to do the same to him.

He wishes it were sensitive in a sexy way but all you get is laughter out of him if you try. 

He tries to stifle it for you because he thinks it’s adorable that you want to do the same thing to him. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

[asmo-ds]

Hi, may I request a smut for dom!Levi with tail kink? 👉😳👈 Also, have a nice day and stay safe UwU 💕✨

Head and tail

Dom!Levi w/ Tail Kink x F!MC (18+)

~ I wrote it as a fem MC but if you wanted it gender neutral or m!mc shoot me another ask and i’ll do it :)~

“Heads!””Dammit, I wanted to be player one”

I slip the grimm back into my pocket, watching Levi grab the second player remote and toss player one to me. I give my best evil laugh and he scoffs at me. 

“It’s not my fault, Levi,” I pout, “the grimm decides for us.” 

“The coin is stupid,” he mutters pressing play and stating our game

-

“Tails!” “YAY! TSL marathon here we go!”

“Man, I really wanted to watch Harrison porter,” I whine, punching him on the shoulder playfully, slipping the grimm back into my pocket and sitting next to him with the popcorn grumpily.

“What can I say, MC? The coin has decided”

-

 This was our fun little thing that we did to prevent arguing. Leviathan and I had this special grimm I picked up off the ground on our first date as it was heads up and “lucky”. So I would flip whenever we wanted different things. I’m always heads and he’s always tails. Today though we were in a pretty bad argument about me not getting enough attention. That’s where we are gonna start the story.

“Ruri-chan this, Ruri-chan that! What about me, Levi?! It’s like all you care about is 2D anime girls with big tits and TSL anymore!” I stomp towards the door getting ready to open it up. 

“What are you talking about we’re always together, MC! You’re the one who's too annoying and crawls into my lap when I’m trying to beat dungeons and making me lose the game!” He screams back.

I turn around on my heel, not realizing just how close we are to each other, causing me to stumble backwards and fall down. On my way down I see a shiny piece of gold fall out of my pocket and onto the floor. I look up at Levi, knowing that I can always pick up the grimm later, but right now I wanted his attention and to talk with him. 

His eyes are laser focused on the coin, a thoughtful look on his face before he smirks.

“Well, MC. How about we let the coin decide somet things for us now.” He picks up the coin and flicks it up before catching it again.

“Tails, we ignore each other for the rest of the day and give ourselves time to cool off,” He smiles at me, “Heads, I’ll give you the attention you want” He waits for my consent before continuing on with his little scheme.

“Alright, fine. Go ahead.” I say preparing for heads and being ready to walk out the door.

I peer over and feel my body heat up at the sight of tails. “Looks like the coin has spoken, MC” He whispers in my ear in a deep husky voice. I let out a whine as he pressed a kiss beneath my ear, moving up to nibble on it as I squirmed in his embrace. 

“Levi,” I say, causing him to look up, worried that I didn’t want this anymore. “Please don’t stop.”

I see the lust in his eyes grow as he surges forward and catches my lips in a breathtaking make out session. Hands wandering my body, unable to decide where they want to land. I tug on his hair as he lightly groans into my mouth, backing me up against the wall. 

His hands make their way to the hem of my shirt, his lips to the collar. He tugs it off in one swift motion before immediately pushing up against me again, lips traveling down my chest. Whining out his name and receiving groans in response as he takes a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and circling his tongue around the perky bud. His fingertips make their way to the waist band of my shorts pulling them back a bit before letting them snap back to hit my skin again.

He pulls back and places both hands against the wall kabedon style, both of us panting with red faces and a thin trail of saliva connecting us.

“Let’s figure out what we’ll do next, yeah?” he pulls back and flicks the Grimm into the air. “Heads I’ll fuck that cute face of yours,” I gulp a large amount of our mixed saliva sliding down my throat, “Tails,” he suddenly turns to his demon form, tail tracing itself against my clothed heat causing a whine to leave my lips, “I’ll have fun with you using my tail.”

He catches the coin showing it to me,

Tails.

Immediately his lips are back on mine, interlocked in a desperate messy kiss driven by both our desire to play with his tail. I feel him rip my shorts apart, underwear as well, leaving me bare for his eyes. I suck in a sharp breath as his hands find their place on my breasts, tail lightly tickling my inner thighs.

“Leviathan please just fuck me with your tail I want it so bad,” I cry out, drool making its way down my chin as he continued squeezing my breasts and biting my neck.

He flicks his tail over my heat, gathering my natural lubricant on the tip of him. I feel his tail’s tips slowly entering me, stretching my walls the further he went and his tail got thicker. He flicks it around inside of me, hitting all my sensitive nerves making me throw my head back, drooling and moaning without restraint. He leans in and bites my jugular, sucking and making it bleed and bruise to mark me and let everyone know who I belonged to.

Between his tail that was hitting all my walls, his teeth and lips on my throat, and his fingers working my nipples I can’t help but let the knot, that had been building in my lower belly, burst with a cry. Everything goes white for a moment, my toes curling and my nails digging and scratching Levi’s back.

He fucks me through my orgasm, leaving softer kisses against the bites he had left on my skin. “Levi I want you to fuck my face,” his eyes widen and his blush grows

“A-are ya sure, MC?” his confidence disappearing after realizing what had just happened. He slowly was realizing he really just fucked me into the floor with his tail. I sit up opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.

“Pretty please Levi, give me your cum,” Something in him had snapped again, his dominance taking back over as he gripped my hair to pull me into a messy and desperate kiss one last time before he stood up, member stood tall and on display for me to see. (yea I know I never wrote it but he got naked at some point).

I lick his tip, teasing him for only moment before he pushed his cock into my mouth all the way making me gag and choke around it. With drool running down my chin and all over his cock I let my head go more limp so he could move me as he pleased. He thrusts into my mouth quickly moaning out praises and chants of my name. 

I feel his cock twitch in the back of my throat. “Heads down your throat, tails on your tits.” He said quickly flipping the coin before letting himself cum in my mouth, flashing me a lazy grin and showing me the grimm that had landed on heads.

I swallow every drop and he crouches down petting my hair and pulling me into his chest to go lay down on his bed. 

“I’m sorry for not giving you enough love, MC” he kisses my forehead softly.

“I’m sorry for being too clingy” I sigh back, closing my tired eyes and letting myself drift off with the sound of his heartbeat against my ear.

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