Roast!!!!!

roast!!!!!

Asmo: How about you guys make something new for dinner?

Beel: Why?

Asmo: I want something I never had before

Lucifer: Unfortunately, basic decency isn't a dinner option

In a word-

PERIODS

if a werewolf dies but they were an organ donor does someone get a new kidney that turns into a wolf kidney once a month

"You will never understand my pain,Shin.The pain of witnessing millions of your comrades die before you.

The pain of standing silently, biting your tongue when people speak ill of your closest friends.T he pain of carrying the guilt of so many things that gnaw at your self esteem

This mundane and monochrome world drifts aimlessly whilst I battle each day.For each breath that I take,praying that my friends shall be able to rest in peace knowing that I will defend my people.

This is the pain I carry,

more than a billion souls,

a multitude of dreams,

countless parallel worlds,

all beside me."

- Lucy Vivian

Fuji blues and red spider lillies.

The Fuji blue flowers (also called balloon flowers) are native to Eastern Asia, and to the Victorians, balloon flowers symbolised endless love and honesty. A gift of balloon flowers may also symbolize the desire for a friend to return.

Here, Athanasia had come back to the palace and was anxiously waiting for Lucas to come back.

The red spider lillies are also native to Asia, and are associated with final goodbyes, as in old Buddhist writings, the red spider lily is said to guide the dead, so they’re linked to the cycle of rebirth.

When he came back in chapter 69, we started getting more info about Athanasia’s past reincarnations, and lastly, Lucas ended up forcing Aeternitas to go back to the cycle of rebirth by killing him.

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Helllooo Rosh! I saw that your request is open so I'll like to request for prompt 10 with Luci if that's okay with you🥺 Also is it possible to make it fluff I really don't wanna cry🥺 Also take your time with the requests yeah! Always rest and stay hydrated!!! I really enjoy reading your works!!!

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

The exchange student has got the habit of falling asleep on the couch in the living room.

One arm hanging from the furniture, a leg threatening to touch the floor. Sometimes you sleep in the most uncomfortable of positions, and bury your face in the pillows.

You don't understand how you haven't managed to fall on the floor yet—or woken up complaining of pain in your body; sleeping in such position is bound to have an effect.

And why there's a blanket pooling in your lap when you sit up in the morning.

A certain demon knows the answer to that.

On nights when the exchange student isn't in their room, the eldest demon sets out to the living room, where's he's sure you will be found asleep.

Signing, he mutters to himself—finding one leg and one arm hanging from the couch, and with your head threatening to be in the same state, too.

With a gloved hand on the back of your head, the demon manoveurs your form back on the couch, head safely placed on a cushion that was conjured with magic. With your arms and legs by your side, and not under the threat of falling again, Lucifer adjusts the blanket that he's been carrying for such nights.

When the demon makes the move to retrieve his hand, an arm shots out and grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging him down.

The demon nearly lets out a noise at the sudden movement, but he finds his hand on your cheek, and your own hands covering his gloved on.

Crimson eyes gaze at your form, and the demon's gaze softens as he takes in the scene before him.

You—asleep, with the blanket that Lucifer got for you. Your hands covering his own gloved one, and a sleepy mumble spilling past your lips.

He's a demon, one that could easily crush bones and the hardest of metals with his hands alone. Tear them apart like they were nothing in the first place to begin with. Lucifer's feared, by those around him and those who have heard of him. Such a formidable demon, the Avatar of Pride, and yet you are holding his hand and placing it on your cheek in the haze of slumber.

You trust him.

Maybe more then you should.

Lucifer smiles, his shoulders deflating as he accepts his fate and kneels down.

“I'm a demon," He mumbles, maybe to himself. “I'm not be trusted, neither are my kind. And yet you place your hand over my own and hold with me with such gentleness that I can't help but fall victim to myself.”

He chuckles. “What am I going to do with you?”

Gently unfurling your fingers from his hand, the demon's hands linger on your own for a moment too long, and the blanket is readjusted.

His hair falls in his face as the demon leans forward to place a kiss on your head. “You have no idea how much I love you,” He mumbles, and closes his eyes.

“So you're the blanket placer.”

The demon's eyes shoot open wide immediately.

“You were awake this whole time?”

“Of course,” You sit up, the fabric pooling in your lap. “Heard every word, Lu.”

“Why did you not sleep in your room?”

You smile at the flustered demon. “Being tucked in is rather nice.”

Lucifer crosses his arms. “Then I suppose my services won't be needed anymore, would they?”

“If me falling asleep outside my room is what takes you to tuck me in, then I'm falling asleep in your room next.”

The demon's rednning cheeks give him away.

“Or the roof.”

“Must you make life even harder for me?”

"By all means, yes.”

Lucifer huffs, adjusting his posture. He turns around, having been caught in the act, but you stop him again.

“I heard what you said when you kissed me on my forehead,” Your eyes are mischievous. “Won't you want me to return the favor?”

The look Lucifer gives you has you chuckling, and so you get up to give him a kiss.

Cold Snap Mini Series: Malleus Draconia

What’s up guys??? Two uploads in two days- I’ve never written so fast before in my life lol Here’s the second to last planned installment of the “cold snap” mini series! Damn, I just love Mallie so much and it probably shows lmao. I am a simple Malleus simp peddling my wares. I hope you enjoy :D

Riddle Rosehearts: Falling For You

Deuce Spade: Practical

Leona Kingscholar: Snowfall

Vil Schoenheit: Mismatched

Silver: Side By Side

“Warmth”

Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship

Warnings: None

Malleus didn’t know when, although he had some semblance of a grasp as to how, he had settled into this routine. The only thing he knew without doubt was that this was easily the highlight of his week. You were the highlight of his week. He’d spend most hours of the day waiting for nightfall and most days of the week waiting for the weekend. Never before had time moved so slowly for the fae.

Lilia took great joy in teasing him and Sebek seemed anxious for his sake, worried that he may not be well. Or enchanted. Or bewitched. He laughed at the very thought.

They weren’t wrong though. He did feel very much under your spell. His heart told him it was less due to magic and more due to the way you laughed and the look in your eyes when you smiled at him.  

The teasing and fretting was of no bother to Malleus though, as once the late hours of evening finally tolled, excitement would fill every breath he took as he made his way towards the beaten old dormitory that stood alone. He’d scarced rapped on the front door of Ramshackle when you swung it open.

“Have you been waiting long?” you asked, flushed from your run to the front door. Your cheeks were flushed with exertion and your eyes bright. The heavy coat and thick scarf around your neck protected you from the chill night air he was inadvertently letting in.

His heart, usually so calm and steady that it could be relied on to count the seconds, sped up as he looked upon your bright form. Grimm grumbled in the background. The scent of rotting wood drifted out from the house. A broken lampshade flickered. And still, there you were, just as haphazardly put together but brilliant. You moved him, as nothing else before had, with your curiosity and determination. You were a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he had been desperate to inhale.

“Ages,” Malleus replied solemnly.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry to have kept you,” you apologized frantically. You knew Malleus wasn’t strictly human, and that he didn’t seem to mind the cold much, at least in comparison to Leona and Ruggie, but it hadn’t been your goal to make him wait on you. The fae wasn’t quite as prone to whining or blaming you for his discomfort, unlike a certain pair of beast men.  

Your anxiety was blown away when the corner of his lips quirked in a small, heartbreaking smile.

“It was worth the wait.”

You grinned back at him, a little lost but still alive with joy. It seemed almost silly how much you enjoyed strolling the grounds of Night Raven with the mysterious Diasomnia house leader. Although he occasionally intimidated you, mostly by existing as a horned man standing at over six feet in height, his presence was always calming and pleasant. He would chatter excitedly about his interests or tell you long, beautiful stories that he had been taught or had read in tomes. They were always exciting tales that you had never heard of.  

Though close to his dorm members, and Diasomnia did seem more like a makeshift family than the other dorms, you got the feeling he was a very lonely man at times.

With a quick shout to Grimm that you’d be back shortly, you closed the door behind you and strolled off into the night with the man at your side.

“It’s supposed to snow tonight,” you mumbled, pointing up at the dark, starless sky with a little pout.

He looked down as you bobbed around, walking a crooked, wandering path through the thin layer of snow that had already fallen. Malleus bit back a chuckle as he walked what would usually suffice as a polite distance beside you. Instead, with your wobbling stride, you would occasionally walk close enough to brush up against him.

You always bounced off with a little blush. Walking side by side with someone wasn’t exactly a skill you excelled at. Always a little overeager and overzealous with those you felt close to, you had the unfortunate habit of being pulled into them when walking together. Malleus was no different. In fact, if anything, he drew you in more than anyone else ever had. So much so that you had to occasionally make a conscious effort not to waddle into him. It would be easier if you could convince yourself that he was also a wobbly walker, but you had the feeling that Malleus of all people no doubt had a  straight and even stride.

“Sorry,” you apologized as you once again bumped into his side amongst your eager chattering.

“It’s alright,” he reassured, covering his mouth to hide a mirthful grin at your expense. He honestly did not mind and rather enjoyed the look of frustration and embarrassment you threw him every time you accidentality bumbled into him. You reminded him of a particularly clumsy bee.

Which was only fair, as you had caused his life to fruit with abundantly sweet days.

Your walk was relatively quiet as snow began to drift down. The campus went soft and quiet and Malleus couldn’t help but feel like the two of you were in your own little world. If only he could keep you here with him in this bubble forever.

There was something about just having you here, by his side, that filled him with an indescribable warmth. It was as if he was filled with light. Your soft humming beside him spokethat you were pleased simply being present with him. The golden campus lights reflected gently off of the snow. A soft blue atmosphere surrounded you both. He enjoyed the utter calm, and from your happy sigh, he could tell you were enjoying it as well.

Until you bumped into him again.

“Sorry-” you started, moving to step away, only to have him wrap an arm around your waist. You felt like the side where his hand lay were on fire, knowing full well that it couldn’t possibly be. The heavy fabric of your jacket and his glove, not to mention your sweater and underclothes, separated him far from your skin. But still, you tingled as if electricity or a flame licked at your side.  

“There,” he said simply, steadying you. “If we walk like this, you won’t have any reason to apologize.”

“Oh,” you said, “I’d hate to be a bother. I can just walk further from you if that helps.”

“Do you dislike me?” he asked, and his voice was so earnest you immediately reassured him.

“No!” you injected adamantly. “If anything- I think you’re wonderful and I love spending time with you! I really, really, really like…y…you.” You flushed and buried your face in your hands.

Malleus felt warmth bloom in his chest. He wasn’t used to anyone outside of his dear circle admit to such sweet feelings towards him. Usually he inspired fear and awe. He would happily take your affections. “I like you very much as well, child of man.”

“That’s not it-!”

“So you don’t like me?”

“No, I mean-” you spluttered and ultimately sighed in defeat, unwilling to even think about how you actually felt about Malleus. You weren’t ready to deal with the twisted ball of emotions concerning the fae. “Yes. I like you very much Malleus.”

He smiled and you felt your heart stutter.

“I’ve very much enjoyed tonight’s walk,” he announced and gave your side a tight squeeze. “But I do believe the weather’s taken quite a turn, we should get you home.”

You nodded, rather disappointed at how soon your time with him had come to an end. Arriving back at Ramshackle much sooner than you wished to, you moved to extract yourself from Malleus’s hold and immediately had to fight back the sense a sense of loss. Some stupid part of you felt as if you were made to fit beside him.

You were a stronger soul than the man beside you.

As you stepped forward without him, Malleus moved before his brain could process his actions. He’d reached for your ungloved hand and had taken it into his. The sense of desperation that filled him with your absence from his side had caused him pain. Had caused him longing beyond comprehension.

When you turned back to look at him, he had no words to explain. You left the fae speechless.

“Are you okay?” you asked, and to your surprise, you saw Malleus begin to blush softly. Like a painful truth settling. His cheeks began to glow a soft pink that spread gently to the tips of his pointed ears.

“I am well,” he replied, his voice husky with emotion. Still, he held on to your hand. You gave a dainty tug.

His grip tightened for a second before relaxing.

“You’re blushing.”

“So I am,” he murmured and gently raised your hand, pressing your warm palm to his cool cheek. His emerald eyes, the color of enchanted fire, slid closed as he nuzzled against you.

“You’re cold.” You frowned and tentatively put your other palm on his opposite cheek. It was just as chilly as the other.

He sighed, letting out a soft moan, and you felt your body pulse with desire.

“You’re warm,” Malleus murmured. “So warm.”

Impulsively, you stroked your thumb over his cheek and he let out a throaty hum. You paused, unsure as to what that could have meant. At your continued stillness, a pair of brilliant jade eyes slitted open.

His pupils, usually a thin sliver, were blown wide, and his irises- well, you’d never seen eyes so green. They blazed with fire, quite literally glowing in the night.

The shimmering lights that seemed to follow Malleus around began to multiply and shine more vibrantly around the two of you.

Slowly, teasingly so, he tilted his head, never once breaking eye contact with you. Cupped in your palms, his face turned so that you could feel his lips against your skin. They were cool and so soft as they pressed an inadvertent kiss against your hand. Those flushed petals parted, and you could see the glint of his fang as he  pressed it against your palm.

Bewitched by this picture of divine beauty and rapture, you couldn’t move, even as that fang nipped you. Pierced you. Pricking your soft flesh until a single bead of your ruby blood shone in the dancing green lights.

You caught a glimpse of a forked tongue as it slithered out and over that droplet. Blood rushed to your face and other regions as you continued to stare into those fiery emerald depths, catching the moment Malleus tasted you as his eyes lit up like crystalline lightning.

Greedily, he passed over your pierced flesh once more, taking you in. He wanted to devour you. Wanted to consume every last drop of you until he didn’t know where you began and he ended. Wanted to bind you to his flesh and your lips to his. With great difficulty, Malleus closed his eyes, his brows furrowing in concentration. He’d never felt like such a monstrous creature before. He wanted to hide you away. To save your priceless laughter and ravishing affection for him and him alone.

You left him weak and raw.

You left him a beast.

His hands slithered around yours, holding them as you cupped his face, and squeezed tightly. You were so warm. He wanted to bask in you. Willing up every ounce of strength he had, the fae pressed his lips to your shallow wound in a ghost of a kiss before pulling away.

Your blood painted his lips scarlet.

He was so beautiful it would have broken the heart he had already stolen from you.

“Forgive me,” he pleaded, his voice as soft as velvet. “For all of my transgressions tonight.”

I could not help myself. You are so lovely.

Malleus’s unspoken words hung in the air, heavy on his tongue and his heart.

“Of course,” you whispered. He was forgiven before he’d asked. You would forgive him anything, and that knowledge terrified you.

A heavy sigh left his lips and he nuzzled against you palm once more, his brows furrowing with all of the emotions he could not and would not dare to name.. “I-” he started, only to cut himself off with a frustrated growl. “I-”

“I know.”

He opened his eyes slowly and once more looked into yours. Searching for those same emotions he could and would not dare to name and finding them bare for the world to see. Malleus laughed, a hoarse, broken sound jutting out of chest where his heart beat for you.

“You’re warm.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I have a little longer?” he asked, his hand squeezing yours.

“As long as you want.”

Malleus sighed deeply. It was a confused and pained sound. His heart ached for you. For him. For the impossibility of what he dared not understand.

And if I want forever?