"Maybe It Was Me.

"Maybe it was me.

Maybe I didn't know when to quit.

Is that why I lose everyone I love?

Is-is it really my fault?

Please- tell me...

just the truth...

and I will believe every word that you say, blindly.

I will not question your actions,

just tell me if it was because of me."

- Lucy Vivian

TWSTxFFXIV parody!

After Idia went and assigned mmo classes to them I couldn't get these out of my head ajskdhaksd

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

Lucifer: If you have problems on how I discipline my brothers raise your hand

Demon bros: *raises hand*

Lucifer: Now put it over your mouth

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?

Roshua is giving me flirty Luka vibes