#zsan

[shadowhunter625]

He’s cute in the way a bug is cute.

[jahennam]

noor: you’re not in charge, i am

zsan:

[willowishstudios]

we’re having some fun

@gehennamgame

[blackfae]

i just keep laughing at the part where zsan calls to have anka arrested bc of her birthmark bc all I can think of is anka going "is it cuz I'm black :/"

and zsan, fed up but caught off guard

[gayforifritah-archive]

Zsan: can I talk to you for a second? As one ten to another?

Ifritah: I’m an 11 but continue

[daiin0]

It’s boy Mortimer who is a lotogh from Gehennam, by @gehennamgame ( who is absolute appalling batch of lads​ who have made a very very amazing game ). I’m avoiding making him full bod bc I can’t come up with clothes that I haven’t made all of my other ocs wear rip .;)

[jahennam]

i’m gonna head to the prison so i can kiss zsan who wants to come with

[jahennam]

Hey, ya know what’s hot? Zsans, ya know what would be a thing I’d be great full for? Zsnas fics

It’s far too cozy in bed to even think of waking up. You fuss and roll over into the warmth cuddling into your side. Zsan barely even stirs, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

It’s too late, you’re already awake and are only delaying the inevitable now. You pry your eyes open and focus on the mess of hair buried under your neck. Zsan shuffles when you run your hand through it but doesn’t wake up. You decide you’re bored and it’s time for him to be awake too.

Pushing up to your elbows, you roll the both of you over until Zsan is on his back. You kiss him awake. Gently pressing your lips to his neck until he stretches and drapes an arm over his eyes, “It’s too early.”

“Then go back to sleep.”

“You’re being very distracting.”

“Am I?” Zsan smirks. You’re smiling when he moves his arm from his eyes. One look and he grabs the pillow next to him and shoves it in your face, “Let me sleep.” You yank the pillow from him and sit up, smacking him with it. Zsan sputters and puts his arms up as you do it again until it’s a tug-of-war. A tug-of-war that Zsan wins. He hits you with your own weapon before you have the chance to reach over for a new pillow.

“Knock me — out of bed — and — you’ll regret it!” you struggle to speak between the smacks and your laughter. Zsan stops eventually with that smirk back on his face. You wrestle the pillow back and lay back in bed, cuddling with it with your back turned to him. You hear him mutter “Finally” and you hide a smile in your pillow as he tries to get comfortable.

“Damn it.”

“What?” you ask, innocently.

“I’m awake.”

Success.