He learned your favorite side to be cuddled, your preferred napping spots around the House of Lamentation, the route you liked to take to and from RAD, your go-to order at that drink shop you frequented after a bad day—
Everything and anything he used to do for you.
Had done to you.
It didn’t matter. Original or predecessor, he had to be them down to his own slothful tendencies. Any deviation from the Belphie you knew and had grown to love spelled his demise.
(How the hell did that damned sorcerer find out anyway?)
His pact with you remained intact across the universes, granting him an instant connection to you, and it was easy, so easy to fall in love with you all over again—
But only in the way he approved.
(How many times had it happened already? How many Belphegors had tried to tell you the truth, that he missed his brothers, that he had never met you before in his life, that even in his dreams he wasn’t safe from him—)
((Did Barbatos know that his pact holder had been tampering with the fabric of alternate realities? Or had he been the one to enable him in the first place?))
It was futile to resist, so Belphegor learned quickly. Your happiness was his life, his survival. And if he failed, if he didn’t love you the right way…
He learned your favorite side to be cuddled, your preferred napping spots around the House of Lamentation, the route you liked to take to and from RAD, your go-to order at that drink shop you frequented after a bad day—
Everything and anything he used to do for you.
Had done to you.
It didn’t matter. Original or predecessor, he had to be them down to his own slothful tendencies. Any deviation from the Belphie you knew and had grown to love spelled his demise.
(How the hell did that damned sorcerer find out anyway?)
His pact with you remained intact across the universes, granting him an instant connection to you, and it was easy, so easy to fall in love with you all over again—
But only in the way he approved.
(How many times had it happened already? How many Belphegors had tried to tell you the truth, that he missed his brothers, that he had never met you before in his life, that even in his dreams he wasn’t safe from him—)
((Did Barbatos know that his pact holder had been tampering with the fabric of alternate realities? Or had he been the one to enable him in the first place?))
It was futile to resist, so Belphegor learned quickly. Your happiness was his life, his survival. And if he failed, if he didn’t love you the right way…
wish there was a way to be like, hey I didn't want to pay for your streaming service subscription for this show so I watched it free on a shady pirate streaming site, I liked it so here's a one time payment of ten bucks, consider making a season two (which I'll also be watching free on a shady pirate site)
Kitties dont relly have Breeds like doggies do but they have special types like Weird Baby, Angry Head, Sleeper Fatty, Yappy Meower, Orange, Sweetie Playful, and The Creep. If you collect them all, well. You will probably have too many kitties.
If we marry Lucifer, then Satan is our son. I needed a crack fic of this so bad I decided to make it myself. Mc is still gender neutral but referred to as father and other variants of that since Lucifer is obviously the mother.
Mc x Lucifer
TW: raw crack
Loud footsteps reverberated throughout the halls of the house of Lamentation. It was the morning after Mc's wedding and tehy had something they were eager to do as they burst through the door to Satan's room like a madman.
"Wake up Boy!"
Satan woke up with a start and fell out of his bed "What?!"
Mc's lips formed the widest, most shit eating grin Satan had seen since Solomon turned Lucifer into a cat Guess what?"
"Mc it's too earl-"
Mc cut him off "I'm your dad now."
Satan stilled for nary a moment but it felt like a century before he actually responded "Fuck you."
"Too late, Lucifer's already done that!"
Satan scrambled to get up and Mc took off. Mc made it downstairs even with a rabid Satan following behind. They hid behind their dearest husband, who was still extremely tired, and started giggling as they watched Satan enter. It took a second for Lucifer to understand who was holding onto him but eventually wrapped his arm around Mc, holding them away from Satan.
"Honey, what did you do?"
"Lucifer, did you forget already?"
Lucifer's eyes blinked in succession, it was way too early for him to form a coherent thought.
"Luci, when I married you I became Satan's stepparent."
"You're not my dad!!"
Lucifer took a second before smiling maliciously, ready to play along with Mc, even if it meant being the mother.
"Satan, don't say that to your father. It's disrespectful."
Satan looked up at Lucifer in betrayal, not expecting his serious big brother Mother to go along with it. Then again, Lucifer married the chaos entity that was the human Mc. He understood very quickly that Lucifer's marriage would be hell for him, especially once Mc pulled a joke book out of their back pocket.
This is the dumbest thing I've ever written. Please familiarize yourself with this scene from the Little Mermaid for best reader experience.
Characters: Leviathan x MC
Stupid musical fluff, first kiss, kiss the fish baybeeee
No warnings apply
“First, we’ve got to create the mood…”
A ripple surged through the aquarium, light undulating in soft waves, permeating the wall and reaching the furthest corners of the room. You traced the movements of the tiny goldfish, the pad of your index finger catching on the tacky glass just as the orange scales disappeared from view.
You thought you could hear the thump of a bass guitar. Was it coming from Mammon’s room?
You almost brushed it off. Almost.
However, when you thought you saw the water in the tank slosh in time to the steady beat, you asked, “Did you hear that?”
“Hm?” Leviathan looked up from his computer monitor. One of his many displays. He had been at the start of a popular ARPG from the human world, last time you checked. Now, he had almost completed the tutorial. Turns out, it was as easy to speed through the introduction as it was to purchase a game from another realm through Akuzon. Jeremiah Bezoar, right?
Despite the reluctance to support such a megalomaniac, Levi found his thumbs smashing buttons. Why was there always so much exposition at the beginning of the quest? He frowned, “Hear what?”
“Percussion. Strings. Winds. Words…”
You shuddered, a chill trickling down your spine. You were voicing your discomfort before you could even place the source.
“Voices? But… They don’t sound familiar.” Though you were reluctant to tear your eyes away from the seascape stretched before you, you found yourself stepping backwards. One heel after the other, until you nudged against the back of Leviathan’s gaming chair.
“Gah!” He startled, his headphones falling around his neck as wide, amber eyes turned to meet your gaze. The flex of his fingers seemed anxious, his knuckles popping in time with the rhythmic thud of the bass. “Erm, you’re probably just hearing things…”
You were so close to believing him, to accepting his words as truth. Perhaps you would have, if it wasn’t for the smooth baritone that spilled into your ears.
“There, you see him. Sitting there across the way. He don’t got a lot to say. ‘Cause he’s playing Skyrim.”
The flit of your eyes confirmed the voice’s dulcet tones. Levi was, indeed, playing the classic fantasy game by Bethesda. There was no arguing the claim, not with the way the dragon attacked the site of his execution.
Another glance at the aquarium revealed swaying kelp among the decorating stone structures within the tank. A flash of golden filaments forced the question from your mouth, “Can Henry speak?”
“Henry?” Levi paused the game, pulling up the main menu. He squished up his nose in amusement. “LOL. Not to you.”
Though, regardless of his claims, the melody bounced about the room.
“And the arrows fly, your knee’s been nullified. Go on and kiss the boy. ”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” And whether you were asking the fish - you noticed multiple fins fluttering from the hydra anemone to the sweeping greenery within the freshwater - or Levi, you weren’t entirely sure. Regardless, Leviathan spun in his chair, rocking back and forth on the creaking hinge of his high-tech seat. It was probably sponsored. He was a prominent gamer in the Devildom, after all.
The pause between your question and his answer would have felt deafening if it wasn’t for the consistent thump of the bass, the jingle of mallets on a seashell marimba. Perhaps you appeared confused, though the uncertainty fell in syncopated beats, along with a tune you weren’t sure Levi could hear.
“Well, you know, you normies have inferior hearing to us dem- HEY!” His squawk managed to overwhelm the crooning from the water fixture. The shellfish had joined in with some lovely harmonies, at this point. However, you found yourself happy to be distracted by Levi’s large, clammy hands as his long fingers pried yours away from a figure on his shelf. “Don’t touch that!”
“Ah, sorry. I was just wondering…” You couldn’t stop the rush of blood to your face, the heat searing your cheeks a pretty pink. “Is that the Lord of Shadow’s crimson banquet outfit?”
Leviathan froze, his frame somewhere between sitting and standing. With his hands on his thighs, just above his knees, it looked as though he had been about to stand, about to rush to your side and physically remove your touch from the figure you had been admiring.
“Yes, you want him. Look at him, you know you do. It’s possible he wants you too, and there’s one way to ask him.”
There was a flash of something in the indigo veins of his burning gaze. Did he hear it, too? Before you could ask, Levi narrowed his eyes, redirected your attention to his shelf of figurines. “Are you referring to the movies you marathoned with Mammon, or the books?”
You frowned, indignance igniting a roaring fire up your spine. With a sniff, you turned away from his incredulous glare. “I actually have started reading the books, you know. But… Well, I’m only on book two.”
The soothing accompaniment looped some sort of interlude. Minnows scurried from one rock to another. A toad lingering on a stone fixture breaching the surface croaked low and heavy, “It’s a list of words, by his fave character, go on and kiss the boy.”
And it was only then that you noticed the tension building in Levi’s blue seascape of a room. You felt the way his chapped lips parted, his tongue darting out to nervously wet the skin. He swallowed loudly, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His headphones rattled when he pushed them into the soft indigo strands brushing his nape, displaced and apparently forgotten. You smiled as a pretty pink flush spread across Levi’s cheeks, over the bridge of his nose.
In an attempt to comfort him, you brought his attention back to the figure on his shelf. “Tell me about him, then.”
The prejudice dissolved from his gaze, replaced with a genuine excitement that nearly turned his orange eyes as bright as the sun that never touched the Devildom. He took a deep breath in, choosing his words carefully. “The… Um, the costume design department actually stuck really close to the canon source for the crimson banquet.”
A series of bubbles floated to the surface of the aquarium. As they burst, a note rang out through the room. There were so many instruments involved in the song now. How did a crayfish play a flute? It was past logic at this point. All you could do was pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary. You offered Levi a shy smile, “Is this a special edition?”
“It is!” You loved the beam that stretched across his face, all crooked teeth and enthusiasm. “Oh! You’ll get it, then! See, Mammon tried to steal him and sell him for only 15,000 Grimm! Can you believe it? I mean, not only would it be unthinkable to sell Crimson Banquet Lord of Shadow, but to sell it for such a small amount?! It’s like he didn’t even know that the designer had actually researched the small nordic community off of Greenland to accurately represent the sort of clothing that…”
The sound of his voice was a sweeter melody than any fish could sing. You thought you caught the shimmer of a red scale, a rainbow shark swimming low to the colorful pebbles hidden in the soft silt at the base of the aquarium. You caught its eye. It winked.
You weren’t sure how you felt about that.
“Er, you’re probably not interested in all that…” Levi was still rambling. At the sight of his nervous expression, the way he twiddled his thumbs and averted his eyes like he thought you weren’t interested, you kicked it into high gear.
“I am.” Your heart thudded against your ribs. Really, you were. You were interested in anything Levi wanted to tell you. You found his passions fascinating.
The moment his sunrise gaze slammed into yours, a swelling chorus rose from the aquarium. You felt your pulse thrum in time with the beat. Their voices appealed to the endorphins rushing through your veins.
“Sha-la-la-la-la-la my, oh my! The human is too shy! Ain’t gonna kiss the boy.”
A pair of koi flicked their tails, arcing past the aquarium glass with a loud, “Whoa, whoa!”
It was cute, you thought. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t entered Levi’s room with that very intention. You liked him. You had liked him for a while. Yet, you weren’t sure if he was ever going to get the hint. Hell, if even his fish knew of your soft spot for Leviathan, what did you have to lose? He had to know too, right?
So, there you were, the choir of aquarium life pushing you forward. However, as you took two steps closer to the Avatar of Envy, Levi deflated in his chair, covering his face with his hands. You could just make out his lips moving, a soft repetition, over and over again.
Shuffling over to him, to his desk and his gaming setup, felt like walking a tight rope. “Hey,” You whispered, “Are you okay?”
He scowled, huffing a soft, “No!”
“Sha-la-la-la-la-la ain’t that sad? The poor otaku lad. You’re gonna miss the boy.” This time, Henry the goldfish fluttered through the water, suspended in the light of the room.
You thought he looked smug.
“Levi.” Your fingers gently grazed his knees, the soft fabric of his sweatpants encouraging you to curl your palm around the bone, to squeeze ever so slightly.
“Yeah?” It squeaked out between the gaps in his fingers, splayed across his face.
“I think your aquarium is serenading us.”
As if to confirm your claim, Henry - flanked by the two koi - swam in a shape too close to a heart to be anything else. You could hear the th-th-thump of your pulse in your ears.
“Yeah…” It was cute, the way Levi’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. A crease formed in his brow, his ears burning bright as he winced, “They’ve threatened that a few times, but I didn’t think they actually would!”
“It’s kind of charming.”
“Is it?!”
Where the toad managed to find a saxophone, you weren’t sure. Nevertheless, the breezy tune paved the way for the second verse. And for what? Well… Perhaps your eyes were deceiving you, but was Levi leaning closer?
There you were, slowly absorbed into Leviathan’s personal space, your frame falling between his knees as they trembled, parting carefully. His hand brushed his mouth, his teeth knocking his knuckles as he protested, “Y-you can just ignore it, really!”
Henry had other plans.
“Now’s your moment. Your room looks like a blue lagoon. Toggle off display #2, and offer your sweater.”
And despite his own advice, concern flashed in Levi’s eyes. “Are you cold?”
You shivered. “A little, yeah.”
“He won’t say a word. He’s just an awkward nerd, go on and kiss the boy.”
Levi’s hands - slick with nervous, cold sweat, rested on your biceps. He took a deep, shuddering breath in, and then, he steeled his resolve. “Y-you… could come closer?”
You shuffled further into his space. How you ended up edging your body between his knees as he sat in his gaming chair, you couldn’t quite recall. You supposed he had covered his face, and then you had crouched down to make eye contact, and well… Now you were wedged awfully close to his heaving chest, his eyes screwed tightly shut.
“Sha-la-la-la-la-la don’t be scared, you’ve got the facts prepared. Go on and kiss the boy (Whoa, whoa). Sha-la-la-la-la-la don’t stop now, you’ve leveled up and wow, you’re gonna kiss the boy.”
“Levi,” You sang, soft and sweet, drawing his name out in the same key of the song. His right eye fluttered open, peering at you with cautious optimism.
Noses nudged together, breath mingling as the song faded into the routine bubble of the aquarium. Levi’s thumbs rubbed circles into your arms, and you found yourself near hypnotized by the steady pattern paired with the blazing heat in his fiery eyes.
A shaky breath. A soft, “You, er, don’t have to! I mean, I’m just a yucky otaku! You… Um, if this is just a joke, it’s fine, and -”
Your lips met his.
It was a quick kiss. Chaste and gentle. Simply the press of two mouths, both unwilling to cross any invisible line drawn in the aquarium sand.
There was pure silence as you pulled away. The music had disappeared completely. Even the tank’s filter and the hum of Levi’s computer tower fizzled out.
A beat, where it was only you and Leviathan.
You and Levi in the watery haze of his bedroom, your lips so very close, and yet…
It was Levi who surged forward, slotting his lips between yours once more. This time, he kissed you like he meant it, as if you were a crimson banquet-themed delicacy that he had been saving for a very special dessert. His fingers curling into your sleeves, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your heart pitter-pattering in time with the rattle from his own chest. Cupping the nape of his neck, you reveled in the soft indigo strands that brushed your palm, in the breezy scent of the sea that followed him wherever he went.
It was a strange sensation - to feel as though you were burning alive while cocooned in the blue haze of the ocean. And yet, you never wished to experience anything else. The taste of his lips, the twist of his needy hands on your body all you could register as you scrambled into his lap, his chair creaking under your combined weight.
A quiet huff spilled from his wet lips, his bangs butting against your forehead. His jaw tensed, and you knew he was about to say something when…
A voice sounded. A voice from outside the walls of the House of Lamentation. A voice so low, it shook the very foundation beneath you.
“Oh, you wanna kiss the boy!”
Levi grimaced. You blinked.
“Was… Was that Lotan?” You weren’t sure your ears had registered the melody correctly.
“Can we…” Levi nuzzled his face into your neck. You could feel the humiliation radiating off him in waves. “Can we go to your room?”
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Summary: Caleb and Zayne have been fighting like children for your attention for months, and you finally snap. When they ask what it’ll take for you to forgive them, the answer is simple: kiss. It wasn’t as simple as you thought…
Based on this new Ashnikko song, I Want My Boyfriends to Kiss. Bi-awakening Snowapple/SnowappleMC if you don't like it don't read it! Slight NSFW! minors DNI.
Zayne and Caleb have both adored you since grade school, vying for your attention at every twist and turn. They're practically at your beck and call as adults, no matter where they are. If you need help finishing your biology homework for your college course, all Zayne needs is a text. Your bookshelf broke? Caleb's installing a new one before you even have to ask. It's a testament to how they adore you, and while you're ever grateful for it, there is one thing about the whole ordeal you wish you could change: you wish they could be friends again.
They never technically stopped being friends, but when they developed their own feelings for you, things spiraled fast between them, a competitive air overtaking their once close childhood bond. They raced to open doors for you, made snide remarks about the other under their breath, and while they agreed that no matter who you eventually chose between them, the other would graciously surrender to that decision, they were still at each other's throats at every chance.
You knew the deal between them, and you'd known it for years. They were in love with you in their own individual ways, and you? You were torn in two about it. Caleb was your rock growing up, your fiercest protector, and somehow a nurturing aura as well. You felt nothing but warm and enraptured by his presence, and so of course, there were curious times the two of you had fooled around with your unsorted feelings, after heated play-fighting matches that ended with you two trying to catch your breaths in each other's arms, your smiles fading into intention and nerves as you leaned into his lips, feeling the soft plush of them slot into yours so naturally. Your bodies fall in line, falling into his broad frame as he drops into the couch cushions, and you mold on top of him while his hands swoop behind your back and press you further into him. When you two had spent every last sliver of energy entangled in each other's forms, you didn't discuss it the next day. It just hung in the air like Damocles' cursed sword.
Zayne, on the other hand, felt similar, and yet oh so fundamentally different. He was your calm in every storm, a constant you could rely on, a quietness that spoke so loudly you felt it reverberate in your bones. If you had a question, he had an answer. He was reliable like that, and that pulled you into him so naturally. One time, you went to Zayne for help prepping for a networking event, black tie dress code: the whole ordeal. He hung outside your door attentively as you shimmied into your floor-length dress, and he asked you mock interview-style questions through the crack, stuff you'd inevitably be asked by those you'd meet that night. When you stepped out, turning around and pulling your hair over your shoulder, you asked him to pull up your zipper, and as his hands traced the faint ridges of your back, he felt threads of restraint snap violently and crack like whips. You felt it too, when he attached the clasp at the top, and his hands moved to fan over your shoulders, you felt that shiver you always did when he'd get close. When you felt his shaky breath ghost over your neck, your head turned to meet his gaze. The second you locked eyes, they were screwing back shut as Zayne lurched forward toward your lips, one hand burying in your hair as the other slides down your waist and turned you to face him, and his whole body pressing you into your own bedroom door. You showed up to that event 20 minutes late. You had to fix your hair after Zayne was done with you.
You couldn't choose. Not yet at least, but their patience with one another ran thin. You noticed they'd been bickering more than usual, passing whispered snide remarks about one another as they walked you through a shopping mall, hovered behind you like a personal security detail as they take turns accepting new shopping bags you'd offer to one or the other.
They shoot up from the mall bench when they see you walk out with a paper shopping bag hanging from your fingers, beaming as you leave one of your favorite boutiques. They both watch you with intent eyes that trade between eagerness toward you and glares toward one another. You approach Caleb and offer him the bag.
He smiles as he takes it from your hand, that lip upturn contorting into a mocking smirk that he shoots at Zayne with a "hmph".
"Did you buy some new garments?" Zayne asks, ignoring Caleb's attempt at badgering momentarily, to address you.
You nod. "I did," you confirm giddily. "I got this lovely top with the softest fabric I've ever felt. I'll show you both when we get home!"
Zayne's smile cracks subtly as you swivel on your heel and b-line toward the next store. He catches Caleb in the corner of his eye, passing him a boastful look. Caleb's accumulated a sizable collection of your bags, while Zayne holds a couple of smaller ones.
The two of them follow you closely, before Zayne chimes, his attempt at the high road withering to impatience as usual. "By the way, are you sure you want Caleb to carry all of those clothes for you? I know he has a tendency to be a bit of a... klepto with such things," he says with strong undertones of implication.
Caleb's teeth grit tensely as his glare sharpens toward Zayne, though his tone holds it's usually sing-songy cadence. He laughs disingenuously. "Oh, Zayne. You joker," he seethes. "You know I'm only carrying all the bags because I'm a little bulkier than you. Flight school really makes you put on muscle. Med school clearly doesn't quite have the same effect."
"Or.... I'm carrying all the fragile items, because she knows your spatial awareness is nonexistent, because there's somehow no room in your big head for it, because it's filled with hot, suffocating air," Zayne snaps back.
"You are a fragile item, Zayne," Caleb retorts with a roll of his eyes. "You should really learn to take a joke- woAh!" Before Caleb can complete his taunts, he loses his footing, his heel slipping beneath him as he barely manages the recovery. He checks his shoes, noticing a faint layer of fast-melting ice. His eyes fiercely shoot up at Zayne. His brow arches defiantly to him, his voice low as he closes the distance between the two until they're nearly shoulder to shoulder as they pace behind you. "Oh, are we using our evol now?" he challenges through whispers.
"I'm only proving my point," Zayne replies calmly, not even bothering to face Caleb as his gaze only follows you. "You don't pay attention to your surroundings; otherwise, you would've noticed the ice."
"Ha!" Caleb scoffs. "Well, then. Why don't you pay real nice attention to the surroundings right here!"
With the slightest clench of Caleb's fist, Zayne feels his feet screw into the mall tile, weighted there forcefully as he instinctively tries to pull up. "Caleb," he mutters sternly. "Caleb, release your evol!" he calls out as he draws a couple of paces away.
"Or what?" Caleb boastfully provokes Zayne, his head turning to face him briefly before he is answered by the gradual stiffening of his own step, crystalline formations growing across his feet and freezing him to the ground. "Oh, fuck," he grumbles. "Zayne, you suck! Come up with your own tactics instead of copying mine."
Zayne's dastardly smirk forms across his face. "Alright, then," he answers, flicking his pointer and middle finger and watching as the same ice that entraps Caleb to the ground tapes over his mouth. He laughs lowly for a moment, until his body tugs toward the ground, landing smack down into the sitting position, stuck there as passersby begin to trade looks of concern and dodge the two of them.
Over time, you learned to drown out their petty arguments, pushing ahead as they trade insults like it was small talk about the weather, but you notice the lack of heavy footsteps behind you after not too long, your whole body spinning around in a fleeting moment of confusion that dissipates when you see the pitiful sight: Caleb, his feet stuck to the floor as he hums out muffled cries through his frostbitten lips, and Zayne behind him, sat on the floor like a toddler as he makes a painstaking effort to stand, to know available, a future pilot and doctor duo, fighting like children who have yet to learn to use their powers responsibly. Normally, at this point, you'd move to chastise the two of them, barking at them to cut it out, but evol use was new and extra pathetic to witness, and your normal anger was replaced with something duller: disappointment.
Your facial features drop into something neither man has seen before, lifeless and cold at them as you shake your head slowly, the slight snarl of your lip visible to both. "Forget it," you mutter. "I'm going home. Stay here like fools for all I care."
You turn away from them and towards the main entrance, making several strides forward before Caleb and Zayne come to terms with what had just happened. Their evols release carelessly as they chase toward you, their voices trading in slight panic.
"Wait, pipsqueak! Come on! Don't do this," Caleb pleads lowly.
Zayne follows suit, his gaze softening on you. "Please," he implores you. "Don't leave yet, not without giving us a chance to make up for it."
You shift furiously back toward them. "A chance," you flare. "You both have had chances, but all you want to do is fight, and now look! You're acting like toddlers fighting over a toy, and I'm the toy! I can't take it anymore!"
You turn back to leave when you feel two hands wrap around both your wrists, holding you back desperately. One is warm and rough, firm on the grip, and almost demanding. The other cool to the touch, soft palms and delicate fingers that hook around you with hesitation. You're skin tingles under the touch of both, and it's almost as if you are now fastened to the ground, except there's no evol, only them and their tethering presences.
You hear Zayne muster up your name beneath his breath. "What's it gonna take for you to forgive us? Name it and it'll get done," he insists resolvedly.
Caleb reluctantly agrees. "Ya, pips," he chimes. "Anything you want, just please, let us make it up to you."
"...anything?" you ask, that mischievous glint in your voice cutting through.
The two boys trade looks between one another and sigh in unison.
"Yes, ma'am." they reply. "Absolutely."
You turn back to face the pair of them, jerking out of their touch gently as a firm look of resolve forms on your face. "Well then," you begin. "I've thought about this a while, and I think it's only fair. I've kissed you," your eyes flit to Caleb, "and you," then to Zayne, "and I think, for the sake of fairness, you two should make out."
"What?" they say in unison.
Your gaze sharpens. "With tongue," you emphasize.
Zayne and Caleb both trade fleeting looks with one another, ones that break awkwardly and float back to you, tracing all over for a hint of jest or mockery, but there is none. You're quite serious, staring into both of them interchangeably with your arms folded over your chest. Even as they laugh awkwardly in hopes you'll join them, you remain firm.
Caleb breaks the silence, uttering your name like it could blow up any second. "Are you sure you don't want to ask for anything else? I mean, that's a... bold request."
"Very bold," Zayne agrees. "I understand your logic, but truly, don't you think it's a bit unreasonable-"
Before you can hear their arguments, you turn back around, making a solid pace towards the parking lot as they quickly follow behind you. "If you won't agree to my solution... then I'm not talking to either of you," you insist, your gaze still faced away from them as you pad toward Caleb's car.
The car ride to your place is stuffy with tension as you slide into the back seat, taking the only remaining spot after Caleb and Zayne set down your bags in the back row. Zayne reluctantly hops into the passenger's seat, aware of himself as Caleb puts the car in drive, their occasional glares at one another snapping away violently as Zayne's ears pepper with a familiar blush and Caleb's face turns the same shade. They're both internally praying you drop this after they land home, but it's a silent and suffocating ride for all of you as you stare daggers into the backs of their heads.
When Caleb parks at your place, Zayne opens your door, and you don't even look at him as you pass him by, digging into your purse for your keys as they both grab shopping bags and follow you to your front door. They enter and set your bags on the dining table in pure muscle memory, your gaze fixating back on them firmly as they brush beside one another in the process, suddenly very aware of the contact. Their eyes pin on yours.
"Are you actually serious about this, pips?" Caleb asks, a desperate plea for you to drop the matter.
You roll your eyes before focusing back on him, somehow sharper than before. "Yes," you assert. "I'm not forgiving either of you until I see you two kiss."
Caleb groans. "Pipsqueak, you do realize that you're the only person I've ever kissed, right?"
"I could say the same," Zayne adds. "There are other ways to solve this, more practical ways."
"Imply it's unreasonable all you want, Zayne. I beg to differ," you argue. "What's unreasonable is watching the two of you humiliate me in the middle of a public space with tons of people and thinking that'll get my attention. You both want my attention so badly? Fine. Then kiss."
"Pips-"
"Kiss."
"Miss fairy-"
"I said kiss!"
They both sigh exasperatedly, their eyes meeting for the first time since the mall that lasts for more than two seconds. They're looks of negotiation, reading into one another while trying to ignore their own strange stomach churning and faces turning bright pink. They linger on one another an awkward second too long before snapping back to you.
"Fine," they muster. "Whatever."
"Yes!" you cheer. "Finally. I knew you'd both cave!"
"Ya, ya, whatever, sweet victory," Caleb praddles on before he turns back to Zayne. "Alright, how are we..."
Zayne's gaze hangs low on Caleb. "I don't know," he remarks sharply.
You roll your eyes at the pair of them. "Well you can't kiss from several feet away, dummies!" you chastise them, flailing your hands and motioning them together. "Go on. Move closer!"
They both mirror the same rigid step toward one another, nearly smacking foreheads as they both hesitate and jut away from one another. Their brows furrow, their eyes violently tracing around each other's faces, such strange feelings bubbling in their chests as they both find the sight of each other's lips, something they've never paid attention to. They don't break their stares from one another, they just hang there hesitantly.
"Well..." you break the silence. "Which one of you is gonna lead?"
"Me," they both say in unison before their stares sharpen at one another provokingly. "No, me," they continue to speak on top of each other.
You shake your head despondently. "Uhh, rock paper scissors?" you suggest.
"No, need. I got a better idea," Caleb asserts, his hands both grasping at thin air, fastening Zayne's arms to his sides as he straightens like a board under the pressure of his evol.
"Caleb," Zayne snaps and grumbles under futile attempts to wriggle out. "Let me go. This is very unsightly. Cut it out."
"Hey, someone has to take the lead," Caleb insists, his hands throwing up in surrender. "I am bigger and taller than you. That is a fact. It only makes sense I lead."
"Yet, I am older than you, shouldn't you follow my lead?" Zayne argues back.
"Doesn't matter," Caleb answers assertively. "You're the one who can't move right now. It seems I won the right to lead. Deal with it."
After a couple more uncomfortable seconds of trying to struggle out of a tightening, invisible grasp, Zayne lets out an exacerbated growl, something you've never heard before. "Fine!" he shouts. "I surrender, but release your evol. You could at least give me the illusion of choice here."
Caleb cracks a smile, satisfied in his victory. "Good," he says proudly, before the reality settles back in as he releases his evol grip around Zayne.
Zayne's whole body relaxes before winding back up with its natural, awkward tension. He feels embarrassed heat rise in his body and paint the tips of his ears, watching as Caleb's Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he gulps, his gaze flickering to his lips and back on his eyes. Zayne has never been more aware of Caleb's every facial feature.
Caleb feels similarly as he draws too close for comfort, distance dissipating as his eyes catch the gold shimmer in a forest of lush green in Zayne's hesitant gaze. He never noticed. He never looked at Zayne with such attentiveness, and when he draws a short breath away, he seems to buffer in place. He doesn't know how to approach the matter, where to put his hands. His first thought is to just kiss him how he'd kiss you, but it doesn't translate. Zayne is nothing like you in Caleb's eyes, carrying a dark, almost warning aura to him, gaze sharp on his.
Zayne has the opposite thought. You and Caleb are far more similar than he'd care to admit, charismatically drawing him in whether he'd like to admit it in Caleb's case or not, bright eyes and a brighter smile, though that smile is entirely missing in such a moment. Zayne has never seen Caleb so somber and conflicted. It has a strange way of pissing him off.
"Are you gonna kiss me or what?" he grumbles before he can stop himself, and as the words leave his mouth, his whole face erupts in red. Why would he say that? Why would he say it like he wanted this? He didn't, even if the pang of curiosity was at least tugging at him internally, or so he thought that's all it was.
Caleb's eyes roll back slightly. "Jesus, Zayne. Give me a second!" he rasps. Caleb's eyes trace over Zayne maddeningly, his hands reaching up and awkwardly hanging around his face while he tries to figure out where to put them before he finally settles on cradling the side of Zayne's head, attempting to guide him to a slight tilt.
Zayne juts out of the touch slightly out of instinct before dropping back into Caleb's hand, his fingers resting on his ear as his warmed palm sits on his cheek, unable to hide that while his body often runs cold because of his evol, he's flaring up under the simplest of touch.
Those seconds before Caleb leans in feel like eons as he still hesitates, but his body naturally leans in eventually, his lips ghosting over Zayne's until they graze slightly, and his chest tightens at whatever jolt of sensation shoots through him on contact. Then his eyes shudder tightly shut as he closes that final bit of distance, his lips grazing over Zayne's before catching on his top lip softly, tugging away languidly. Zayne feels the glide of Caleb between his lips, his hands resting on top of Caleb's broad, heaving chest as he pulls away slowly. Both their eyes flash open, meet one another with the glint of something unfamiliar, before Caleb's free hand grasps into Zayne's arm, firming him in place.
Something takes over that feels purely biological to the two of them as their eyes flutter back shut and their lips reconjoin more confidently than before, slotting against one another as they close in and fold on top of each other. Zayne feels that tinge of curiosity as he allows Caleb to lead, his head tilted to his every whim, and Caleb familiarizes himself with the tug of Zayne's lips on his bottom lip as they break apart only to meld back together seconds later. They get comfortable, to the surprise of both, and they get bold. Zayne's arms hook behind Caleb's neck, locking him there as Caleb's tongue dives in between Zayne's lips, feeling the almost defiant push of Zayne's own muscle against it as he bullies his way in with his full weight. He tastes the faint flavor of mall-kiosk candy before Zayne juts back against him, his own tongue daring to glide into Caleb's mouth. They trade exchanges like they've traded insults for months: with no hesitation, like they're sorting it out without words.
It's entirely unfamiliar, to the point they chase at one another's tongues like the goal is to become familiar, and there's this eerie comfort between them, like they're remembering something. They're not enemies. Zayne and Caleb have their own history outside of you, and they're recalling that in real time, recalling it as they trade lips and tongues and tastes. In fact, you watch them in shock and awe, figuring they would've bowed out, but certainly a minute passes, and they're still macking on one another like they're searching for something within it, and god... they look hot doing it. Caleb grips into Zayne's hair and steers him however he likes, hot and heavy every time his lips land back on Zayne, and Zayne's fervently matching him, eagerly as he pulls Caleb closer, and you think...
"Wow, y'all are never this rough with me," you mutter. "I think... I think I'm jealous."
Zayne and Caleb snap away from one another like your voice releases them from a trance, their gazes shooting to you as each of their chests heaves up and down as they chase their breaths. There's hunger in their gazes as they turn toward you, alight with something so insatiable, something that's foreign to you as well. They trade a knowing look with one another before meeting back to you, and for the first time in ages, you can see they're in perfect sync, that same devious glimmer in their eyes, that similar curvature on their lips.
"What?" you ask, though your body winds in anticipation.
Their steps are heavy as they close the distance between you. You step back, overwhelmed by their sheer velocity and mass as they both approach you simultaneously, and Zayne catches you before you can stumble back too far. His hands catch your jaw line, yanking you into him as his lips slam into yours before drawing back away with an intense pull before they reconvene back on you. You see little more than white as he kisses you, your body buzzing underneath his as you feel him feverishly push back against you again and again, until your wrist tugs away from him.
You're pulled out of Zayne's grasp and into Caleb's in a flash, his eager, violet eyes meeting yours briefly before he's closing the gap firmly, his lips smashing against yours as his hands push your hair back so he can angle you up toward him, his hot, heavy lips only falling back briefly before capturing yours once again, and your dizzy enough to see stars, your whole body just relaxing and pulsating with every insistent movement, Caleb's lips dragging against yours vehemently before pushing back in, his tongue tangling with yours in time.
You feel Zayne's hand wrap back around your wrist, pulling you out of the endeavor as your eyes flitter about between them, trying to screw it back on. Your other hand is caught by Caleb as they tug on you firmly, before their eyes lock back again on one another, and tension hangs in their air between them. Your hands drop back to your sides as they release them, just so they can reach for one another, this time Zayne faster and more insistent as he closes the distance first, grabbing at Caleb's collar and letting his own gravity work against him as his lips drop back down on Zayne's. There's a blaze of heat radiating off them as they engulf one another, lips pressing against one another and splitting to allow tongues to slip in between the pouty muscles. You watch the entrancing sight that perseveres as they conjoin lips and jab tongues into one another's mouths until you make even the slightest stir, and they're breaking back apart to meet your wild gaze. Inevitably, one of them will wordlessly land back on your agape lips.
What started as a ridiculous request to get even devolves as the three of you gradually melt down to the living room floor, tossing around a shaggy carpet as whatever random pair of you kisses. You on Caleb's eager lips as he presses into you, only for him to be jolted back into Zayne's grasp momentarily, before Zayne drops Caleb for you. Circles of this, literal tossing across the floor as it gets more heated between the three of you, and each time one of them kisses you, you can feel their whole bodies warm against yours and their bulges twitch between your legs. There's no teasing them about it, though. You're wet enough that it's risking soaking through your leggings if they keep up their routine. They both kiss you like never before, like they're more confident after one another, like they learned something in each exchange, and each time the two men meet to "trade tactics" again, you watch and wait as they explore one another, Zayne's hands almost having gall to drag off Caleb's shirt as he finds the nerve to push back Zayne's hair just like he does yours.
Between Zayne and Caleb, they can't figure out why they keep finding their attention on each other instead of focusing on you. Maybe it's because every time they do, they look at you and you've got this alight gleam in your eye they rarely see. Perhaps it's all for you, all for show, but there's an undeniable draw between their bodies that keeps them coming back. Zayne might think it's his curiosity, his desire to learn, and to be fair, he is learning from Caleb, but he feels something swirl in the pit of his stomach that's not so different from when he kisses you, and that has him questioning his own rationalization of this. Caleb, on the other hand, chalks it up to an act of power and dominance, wanting control over a situation that has clearly spiraled out of control as he presses his whole body into Zayne and has to admit to himself, he doesn't hate the starkly different firmness of him versus your plush softness.
And of course, there's the matter below the belt. They're both throbbing vehemently, whether they kiss you or one another, and they don't know what to do about that when it's one another. Should either dare to tread further, and what would that even entail, especially with the three of you? You, too, ask the question internally, knowing all you can do is let whatever happens be, even if that's finding your body stacked between theirs as they each find a side of your neck and drag their lips and tongues across it like they're marking it, four hands draping along your body and teasing every part they touch without even thinking about it.
Silence hangs between the three of you as you try and sort it out internally. This was supposed to fix everything, not change everything, but there's no going back, and your body screams for both of theirs, knowing that if you could go back, you'd do the same.
A/N: I knowwww someone is gonna scream for me to finish this, but I have literally never written mlm (or wlw for that matter) so this was new and experimental for me, even though I believe the solution to all love triangles, all multi-shippers is that everyone should just kiss! This is likely not getting a follow up. Please respect my wishes, even though I do have other Snowapplemc threeway concepts cooking up, so don't lose hope that I won't give y'all that eventually. Also, no this is not the Zayne and Caleb as your college roommates fic, but it is similar and lowkey a warmup so... ya. That one is not snowapple tho. At least I don't think. Anywhoo thanks for reading!! -Your Local Zayniac
PS. I know I know, Zayne's a brat tamer, but Caleb is a brat maker and I am convinced he's the only one that somehow pulls the brat out of Zayne. I HAVE A HUNCH. Also they should sandwich me.
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