#endxinxflames

[tragicsnow]

CLOSED. ( with @endxinxflames​ ft. baz. )

“I thought you already went home.” He was too sleepy to be startled by Baz still sitting on the chair across as he finally roused from the sofa to get something to eat. “Don’t you have uni in the morning?”

[tickerharta]

“i swear, mate. the idea of romance just generally makes me uncomfortable. and being in a healthy relationship,” he even made air quotes with his fingers in emphasis, “doesn’t change that.” // @endxinxflames ( ft. baz. )

[wellbelovedshe]

“It’s incredibly dangerous and borderline idiotic.” (from Baz aka endxinxflames)

"That`s a fair assessment," Agatha hummed, giving a small nod.

The plan was dangerous and borderline idiotic. The plan was always dangerous and borderline idiotic. Agatha used to complain about it, she really did, but now... Well, if you can`t beat them.

And she really couldn`t beat them, could never convince them that they were going to wind up dead - although, in fairness, they never had, and Agatha couldn`t argue that - , so all that was left to do was join them.

Sitting down onto the counter top and sipping from a cup of scalding hot coffee,  the blonde cast a glance over to Basilton. After taking a large enough swig, Agatha placed the coffee down besides her and shrugged.

"I thought you liked dangerous and idiotic, though."

@endxinxflames

[tragicsnow]

“Damn, if these walls could talk.” (Baz to Simon)

        “Shhh - shhh, that better not be a spell.” Simon mumbled chastisingly against Baz’s lips, made raw and pink by his kisses for the past twenty, thirty minutes? It didn’t matter. Only something apocalyptic could pry him away from his boyfriend right now, with his legs straddled on Baz’s tailoured trousers, his tail yanking Baz’s wand from his hand to set it aside the night stand, leathery wings and arms wrapped protectively around the vampire’s frame. Those raven locks felt like silky water through Simon’s calloused fingers. “Penny’s back in a few and we can’t have those walls thinning with what I’m about to do with you.” His lips curled in some kind of a mischievous quirk. “You’re to blame. You’ve made me miss you with that full week away in Oxfordshire. Did you miss me?” // @endxinxflames​

[tragicsnow]

*leaves football jersey on the floor of Simon's room* (from endxinxflames)

“i’m not your fucking nurse-maid you slob fucker.” simon mumbled, picking up the football jersey from the floor. “you don’t even live here.” though he can’t say any better about his home ethic, his own stuff squandered across the the flat. but as he plucked the shirt off the tiled floor, he felt the coolness of it, a hint of sweat, that whaft of scent that hit his nostrils - scent that drove him towards something else entirely.

he bit his bottom lip, head tilted on one side as he called out to baz. “did you purposely leave your dirty laundry just to spark me up? it’s working -” working as in, yes, he wanted to just kiss baz senseless and wrap himself in that scent for a whole morning or two if time permits. “but penny won’t appreciate your clutter, you know?” with that, he tossed the shirt back on to baz’s chest. // @endxinxflames​