#The Universal OM

[luckyfluffy-ccs]

So!! I did (my first) art study on the amazing artist @shootingstarrfish (<- check them out!!)

I wanted to try an artstyle completely different from mine, and I'd been a huge fan of their art. I thought it would be a cool way to challenge myself!

My first attempt at mimicking was the one on the left. Then I tried to mimic their style without my notes to see if I could make 'my' Levi in their style too! And then ofc the little goobers, the silly scrunklies too

Solo versions:

Mini Bonus:

these are just two but I made over 5 notes telling myself to use brighter/saturated colours 🤡

I never realised just how desaturated GiaB Levi is 😭

[once-delight]

God they are so cute! 😭

[rustytrident]

seeing all these mixed opinions ab nightbringer and here i am giggling and kicking my feet cause we get to rizz up the demons all over again

[kamuyagi]

Here it is, my magnum opus for the @antilucizine °˖✧◝(´▽｀) Please enjoy~ 

[dear-tortured-adam]

₊˚⊹ 𝐦𝐞𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚

'vetiti,' they say. 'omnia vincit amor,' they promised. ft. diavolo x gn!mc | inspired by pulang araw/red sun note: erm... unreliable latin translator. there was an attempt T-T word count: around 1.4k! tagging @ilsefieldtrip cus hehehe <3

— 'Ding!'

The bell chimes from outside the gate. Not sparing a second, you rushed towards the front entrance, grabbing a trench coat among the many scattered hangers as you swiftly stride along the marble flooring.

Just who else could be awake? Nevertheless visit someone at this late of an hour?

You knew that your father and Mrs. Borromeo wouldn't entertain these late goers; likely unleashing their wrath upon the poor passerby. Your sister had also been stressed out due to the arranged marriage, whisking herself away from her room.

To demons, she was betrothed to. She had not a choice—the madame's decision was final.

Hopefully, she got a well deserved rest after that escapade. As you've reached the large door, you carefully fix the look of your outfit, not wanting to shiver from the coldness of the early morning night sky, before you make your exit. Figured that it was one of your father's workers; bringer of good or misfortune. It was simple: you go out, ask why they're here, and kindly escort them out. Perhaps they'd have a letter accompanied, which would make this a tad bit easier.

That was until you opened the door.

Greeted by the familiar hair adorning velvet that leaned towards maroon. How his head perked up from the creaking of rusted metal hinges, as both your eyes meet across the stone-filled pathway.

You gasped. Slowly, you walked along the garden pathway, carefully taking in the other's expression. Advancing to the white cage-like gate, taking one final peek to confirm your suspicion.

The familiar swirls of honey mixing with metallic gold that lie within those eyes, quietly observing each and your every move. In a soft tone, you asked, "Diavolo?" 

You were met with silence from the latter end; that didn't matter. Those starry eyes and fair face were enough.

With the gates now opened, you take a step out. Had the cold been long gone as the atmosphere was replaced by the warmth of each other's presence. 

"Um..." you mumbled out. You can't shake off the rather awkward atmosphere with him and his adviser earlier, not to mention how he should've been off to a different city. Well, you think so. You turn your head away, subconsciously running your hands along the fabric of your clothing. "It's getting late. What are you still doing here?"

"..." 

Diavolo hadn't uttered even a word. You feel his looming presence towering over you, staring down as he looks to be trying to keep his composure. With very twitch and subtle movement speak volume, each exhale nearing a breaking point. The prince must've been tired.

Not wanting to increase unnecessary tension, you hung your head low. "Do you need something from my sister?" you asked, turning your gaze back to the open doors of your abode. The large door moved with the direction of the gust of wind.

"I'll just go get her, I hope you don't m--"

"Wait."

He held a tight grip on your wrist, causing you to flinch in return. You glanced back at him once more, your brows furrowed and, frankly, speechless. The once unnoticeable rise of his chest turned into frantic breathing. Now that you got a better look, you took in how his cheeks flushed a bright cherry red, and the small water in his eyes with every pant he caught.

"Veri ad te veni," Diavolo spoke with a hoarse voice, pausing to take a deep breath as he focused on his words. "Scis quare?"

"I.." you squint at his words. "What did you say? I don't understand."

"Non possum..."

Diavolo had to gulp his words down his throat. He hadn't spoken a word of English, even as he took a step closer. Feeling the distance between you shrink with every word. Carefully chose in spontaneous clamor.

"Non possum te ex animo exire. Tristis sum quod non loquimur."

His words were shaken, trailing off to momentary pauses with each subtle sniff of his voice, Those eyes, whose glow served to be the only light, had dimmed down to a blur as tears began to run down his cheeks. This baffled you; you hadn't seen him cry.

Ever since that fateful day you both met, around ten years ago. That day a simple demon boy defended you from his demon friends. All those years ago, you were separated by letters and forced to nearly never talk again because of the onslaught of the war.

And here he was. And here's where you saw him again; your defender. Your defender whom at the line between anger and longing, his hands gripping each of your arms.

"Ut me fugias," Diavolo's sentences all but border incoherence. While you never understood anything, each syllable counts as a sword piercing through your heart. How whatever you did, he was disappointed. In you? Himself? The system? With how each sob paired with every crack of his voice, your defender trembled. "Dolor est nimis."

Diavolo took a final heave. "Te amo..."

He moved his hands up from your shoulder until he cups both of your cheeks. Given how painful the tight grip he had on you earlier, it was surprising how he suddenly shifted to treating you like porcelain. How in one wrong touch, you'd break.

To an extent, that'd be true. Though as your hearts collide under the light of the red moon, each beat carefully becomes synced in with one another. The blood whom was frozen from shock had coursed up to your cheeks. As now, you too had become red.

Diavolo leaned in, your faces moments from touching. This wasn't like him. You've seen him confident yet reserved, but always having a plan when disaster strikes. How when circumstances put you and your people at a disadvantage, he from the opposing end was here. For you, always.

With a finger caressing your cheeks, and his touch growing more intimate, Diavolo finally whispered the final verse to you. In a soft coo, the words he'd been yearning to express since the destined day he saw you again.

"Tantum te amo, mea luna."

There it was, and pulled you closer. Your lips touched one another and it seems like Diavolo had no incentive to let you go. Your eyes widened, as you could only watch him lull you closer to his embrace. His eyes shut as more tears cascade down and drop to the ground like rain.

Too fast, you thought.

You just can't grasp the reality. He liked you as much as you admired him. But.. can you accept this? What about him and your sister? Is that why he chose to speak in a native tongue, to not bear much guilt over something you all can't control?

You try to resist, yet he seems to have you locked in place. It's been years, darling. For you had worried over family matters too much, he had to lead over a place he never wanted to. With each passing second, you feel yourself fall, felt into the kiss.

As feral as the override of his feelings seem, he only ever treated you with kindness. Handling you graciously, the kiss is more soft and content than one of hunger.

This night, a deeper infatuation for the 'foreigner' grew in you. He too had a good heart.

A few hours ago

Diavolo looked outside the window of the carriage, arms crossed while only partly listening to the squabbles of his adviser. He didn't want him, he much preferred Barbatos' company; at least he had the decency to not praise this arrangement.

Eloped to the eldest of the Borromeos. His friend. And most importantly of all, his beloved's sister. The thought about it left him bitter, refusing to speak back when asked to.

"And this would strengthen our bonds with the humans," the brash languish voice was becoming overbearing. "Allowing them to become docile to the empire, my prince."

"And what if I loved someone else?" he muttered out, unbeknownst to how loud enough for the former to hear.

"Pardon?"

Diavolo only continued. "My heart belongs to someone else entirely. This marriage with the eldest sister is voided."

The adviser tilts his head, adjusting the monocle along his right eye. "And who might that be, my prince?"

And the latter was shocked when he spoke fondly of you, the youngest of the Borromeos.

so uhh.. when the episode came, my heart has never fully recovered. the hiroshi x adelina dynamic is to die for, guys ;-;

so, here are the rough translations for the latin stuff!!

"Veri ad te veni. Scis quare?" ⇢ You're the only one I came for. Do you know why? "Non possum te ex animo exire. Tristis sum quod non loquimur." ⇢ I can't take you off my mind. Such a shame that we don't talk anymore "Ut me fugias. Dolor est nimis." ⇢ You got further away from me. It hurts to a fault. "Tantum te amo, mea luna." ⇢ I love you so much, my moon.

i promise i'm still writing my wips, but i just had to get this idea out there. hope you don't mind. anyhow, i hope you enjoy this ^^

xo, eden

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[andoutofharm]

FULL/MORE INFO ON THE FOB SHOW LAST NIGHT

[butchkaramazov]

went 2 a wedding & someone's saree got stuck in my watch & i looked up w hope akin to that of a newly born calf......only to see a padhos-waali auntie staring at me angrily

[whereismyhat5678]

What would happen if Peppino was the Night guard in the FNAF Movie??? I MUST KNOW!!!!

???Fazbear Tower???🐻🐰🐔🦊

WAWAWAWAWAWA MAYBE YOU CAN MAKE DRAWING CONCEPTS!!!!!!!!???????

ABSJIDHEUEISKSJDBDHHESISODBDBIAI😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

This is one of my favorites that I did for this ask- XD

Okay okay- I did some doodles to get used to his design:

And I’m gonna be honest the only animatronic he interacted with was Freddy since I physically could not draw the other three 🥲 (I’m sorry for that btw, I’m just really tired. I hope you don’t mind 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

This was pretty fun ngl- Other than the fact I just drew Freddy-….I hope you like them anyways I think the idea, it’s very funny to think about 😂

[arklayraven]

Asmo holding Zephyr(MC sheep) tho 💕💕💕

[konan-supernova]

saw the titty window and had a vision

[xxstraymoonchildxx]

This Couple is Unusual

Prev./Next (WiP)

Chapter 6 This couple, beneath the mask

tw: violence, blood, and a bit of nastiness

In the dead of the night, the smell of rain lingered in the air; a layer of mist crawling over the ground and slipping through the cracks of the shabby houses of Whitechapel. 

He shivered in his modest set of clothes, thoughtfully picked to avoid drawing attention from any unfortunate soul stumbling around the alley. Ciel tried to keep himself warm by wrapping his arms around his torso while he leaned against the wall behind him. His butler was more fortunate being dressed in a black coat and white gloves. Ciel looked around the corner, blue eye fixated on a wooden door at the blind alley. It was the only entrance to the room belonging to the future victim. No one could get inside without them noticing.  

“Does this person really live in this room?” Ciel asked for the ninth time, wishing for the perpetrator to arrive before he caught a cold in this unforsaken weather.

Sebastian refrained from rolling his eyes, giving him the same answer “Yes, my Lord, she does.” The tabby cat, which silently approached him on soft paws, was far more appealing compared to the monologue of his master. The ravenette gently picked the feline up. A round face with large eyes, soft paws, the gentle swiping of its tail… His pets at home weren’t these charming, alien creatures that were domesticated by some demons. So adorable, so perfect.

“Are you even listening to me?” Ciel broke his butler’s reminiscence with a loud hiss and a short argument ensued, reminding Sebastian of the one earlier this day, or what he liked to call it: throwing a tantrum. 

Silence fell over them when Sebastian let go of the feline.

Ciel stared at the house across from him, unaware of two sets of eyes hiding in the shadows.

“Ahhhh!”

The bloodcurdling outcry of a woman cut through the night like the blade of a sword.

“How is that even possible?!” Ciel called out, sprinting around the corner towards the scream. With Sebastian right behind him, he pushed the wooden door, smashing it against the wall. 

Sebastian quickly covered his face, feeling his master trembling underneath, and moved them backward into the open. 

But it was too late. Ciel saw it all. His head felt like it was burning as all color left his face.

Shredded flesh and fabric were scattered across the room, drenched in the blood that was spreading out across the floor, crawling toward the door.

Ciel threw up.

Sebastian moved himself and Ciel backward. Amidst the sea of red, a shadow emerged. 

“This was a bit over the top, don't you agree, Jack the Ripper?” Sebastian chuckled “Or should I say…”

Its steps smacked against the floor when it entered the moonlight outside, revealing the person behind it all.

“...Grell Sutcliff.”

He stared at them with empty eyes, red splatters dotting his face, hair, and suit. 

“Oh, that wasn't me,” they said, adorning an innocent face. “I heard a scream, so I went inside and-”

"Oho? How would you have done that? We've been here the entire time, watching the only route." 

Grell said nothing, looking pitiful with strands of hair clinging onto their face when it started to rain; like an attempt to erase the evidence of their sin.

“You can stop pretending to be innocent with the state you're in. If this isn't enough, you faked your whole persona, right? I must admit, I've never met someone of your ilk.”

Grell’s mouth split into a wide, inhuman grin, baring their shark-like teeth. 

“That so? I sure hope you never met someone like me ❤”

Grell put off their costume as they spoke. 

“I am the greatest actress this world has ever had the joy to witness. So don’t stop there. Flattery must be served in large quantities❤,” Grell flipped her long cherry-red hair and winked. “Albeit you’re one to talk ‘Sebastian’” 

Sebastian chuckled, “That’s the name my master gave me - for now.”

“Oh, a faithful dog yet such a handsome stud - A man after my own heart! So, Sebby-darling, let me re-introduce myself,” Grell swooned, cheeks flushed “I’m the butler of the Burnett Household: Grell Sutcliffe, at your service ❤!”

She blew him a kiss. Sebastian cringed. 

“Now I can finally show you my true colors! Little ol’ me never expected a demon posing as a butler, so, of course, I was shocked at first, y’know?”

“I return the sentiment. Aren’t you supposed to be a neutral party between gods and humans, Grim Reaper? So why would you break the natural order of things?”

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, darling. You could say I fell head over heels for a certain woman. And as they say, all is fair in love and war~”

“That woman is,” Sebastian started, but before he could reveal anything, footsteps were clattering closer until they rose from behind the shadows. 

“There is no need to hear him out,” a familiar voice said coldly “You already knew, didn’t you?”

Ciel, finally breaking out of the initial shock, moved Sebastian’s hand away from his eyes. It hurt seeing her step out. “Madam Red.”

“I was careless,” she said with a bitter smile on her red-colored lips “I never dreamt of having someone by your side who could see through Grell’s disguise.”

“Madam was on the list of suspects, naturally, but had the perfect alibi. The further we investigated, the clearer it became that no human being could be the killer. You included. But your grim reaper accomplice over there…If he can enter Mary Jane’s room without being seen, I assume he can instantly transport himself lengthy distances without trouble. Who would pay any heed to a butler disappearing from a noble’s party, even for a couple of minutes?”

Ciel explained calmly. It helped ground him to reveal his deductions.

“There were more connections that linked you to the murders - the victims being prostitutes and their wombs being missing aside: All victims went to the Royal London Hospital, your workplace, to undergo surgery. The order in which you killed the victims corresponds with the order they went under the knife. Mary Jane was the last person on your appointment list. So we lied in wait in hope of you running into us. Even if it turned out to be futile.”

Madam Red let out a disappointed sigh “How tragic. My lovely nephew. The son of my beloved sister. I wish you hadn’t insisted on taking on that case so that we could play chess again. However…” 

She clenched her fist, determination dwelling inside her chest.

“I won’t hold back even if it’s you, Grell!” 

A roaring noise followed her call.

Within the blink of an eye, Sebastian rushed forward, blocking the chainsaw directed at his ward with his hands, pushing Grell backward. 

“What the hell is this thing?!” Ciel shouted, hiding behind his butler.

“This is the grim reaper tool to capture souls. Although I’ve never encountered something like this before, it’s said to be able to slice through everything. How troublesome, even for someone like me,” Sebastian explained, yet despite his words he felt a wave of excitement.

“A normal scythe is way too old-fashioned for someone as amazing as me. Had this beauty custom-made. I’m a bit out of shape, so how about we do some vigorous exercise together? Just the two of us ❤”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes “Stop putting it in such a revolting way.”

Grell sighed with contentment, laying a hand over her chest with flushed cheeks, “My, how stoic you are - so irresistible! Let me paint you even more beautiful just how I did with those ugly women; with the red of your blood when I tear you up inside~”

Sebastian clicked his tongue, pulling off his coat. “A grim reaper should quietly harvest the souls of the dying. A butler should follow his master like a shadow. Your vulgarity violates the aesthetic of both,” 

“You wound me,” Grell mocked “I’m still a butler of death~”

The demon draped his coat over Ciel’s head and glared at Grell when he turned back around. 

“And I’m still a Hell of a Butler.”

Ciel pulled off his eye patch, revealing a purple eye with a white sigil imprinted like a tattoo:

“In my own name and in the name of the Queen I order you: put an end to this farce.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up against the darkness, his eyes a sparkling shade of fuchsia. Grinning with sharp teeth with which he pulled his glove off with practiced ease, he gave the only proper answer a butler should.

 

“Yes, my Lord.”

The roaring of the chainsaw disturbed the pitter-patter of rain yet somehow there was no one brave enough to investigate. 

From a narrow rooftop, you watched the scene unfold with growing distress. You clung to Satan under the umbrella, observing the fake butlers playing a disturbing game of tag. Sebastian must've underestimated his opponent, barely avoiding being shredded into tiny pieces. The chainsaw cut through the brick walls like they were butter. 

How was he supposed to protect his charge from the danger right before him? The knife in Madam Red’s hand glistened in the spare light, ready to come at him any moment. 

Your fears were confirmed when the chainsaw nearly cut off the entirety of Sebastian’s left arm, having him retreat further away from the child, resuming the deathly dance.

Perhaps…

…you should get involved.

Manga-heavy chapter this time😊 Hope I did it justice. I'm not sure when I'll be able to write this month because my new job requires me to learn many new things (some in my free time, I wanna do good at work to keep it). Mild spoiler but I definitely plan on disrespecting Sebastian 😋 Critic is appreciated.

Oh, before I forget: If I were to write a sequel for the Campania Arc (I do have a base idea and a title), who would you rather see on Satan and MC's side? Solomon or Simeon?

[saym0-0]

a glimpse into wizard gem's communicator

alt version under the cut \/

[satoruxx]

BOLLYWOOD MUSIC I LOVE YOUUUU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[linksboobs]

SHOULDERS

[noot-nootie]

me with the new LU update:

„i love twi, he’s my favorite link of all time, i love to see him and his character being like the „leading” one if you know what i mean,

but i also feel bad for all the other links and their fans bc they deserve a dramatic story, backstory, a dad and a dark magic artifact to be concerned about as well”

but honestly i just love and adore twi, and i hope every link will get his attention in the story <33

[aneverydaysimp]

Hear me out. This could work with either Satan (Obey me) or Lucifer (obey me). But I think Lucifer since he's so prideful

So like University Au type thing where both Lucifer and MC are book-smart and tries to kill each other just so they could reach number one. Oh the jealousy they hold for each other that they'll never admit. The troubles they put each other through just so the other can tumble.

But lucifer thinks he's a genius with coming up with thr idea of dating her just to distract her. Obviously it doesn't work after a while because he ended up falling for her.❤️HEHE

Oh, the fake dating turned real trope. Ohhh, gotta love it! >:)) I hope it's alright I wrote this out as headcanons, because that's the way I interpreted this idea. My apologies if you preferred a one-shot! Perhaps if it gets popular enough and I have enough inspiration, I'll make a mini fanfic out of it, continuing where I left off~!

Apologies if this is a little ooc for our prideful boy! It's been a long time since I've written anything for him <33 hope you enjoy!

pairing: Lucifer x prideful!MC

pronouns for MC used as you/your, "MC" used as name

tw: mentions of a broken bone, obvious manipulation to a sense, but it's very mild, reader is implied to be shorter than Lucifer, but that's expected considering he's tall af, not proofread cause I'm busy :))

Lucifer's Distraction

You two despise each other wholeheartedly. Everyone knows it from the freshmen to the professors to the birds relaxing by the window. Of course, nobody understand the hatred between you two like, well, you two.

Of course, neither of you would never admit it outloud... or well, even to yourselves. No, no, you both just had academic differences, that's all! Nothing more, nothing less (denial ain't just a river in Egypt)

Everytime Lucifer thought he was there on top, doing the best on an exam or project, you were right there to remind him that he wasn't truly the best, and vis versa.

Finally, you both had had enough. What started as little, annoying pranks to make each other late for class quickly escalated to so much more. At one point, you had even broken a bone from one of his little schemes that included moving a wet floor sign and you slipping. Maybe he went a little fair with that one, but he wasn't sorry. Still, you got back up. Seems Lucifer would have to step up his game. And that's he did.

One night, he laid tossing and turning in bed, unable to rest easy, you there, plauging his mind. Your annoying voice piping up before his, your handwriting on your projects that always seemed to out do his-- ugh, it was beyond annoying. What could he do to get rid of you once and for all? Something to finally top you? Something that would finally make you just drop your--

And then it hit him. Just like that, at the snap of his fingers. What if he seduced you? Know thy enemy, and all that. He almost shot up right then and there. It was wrong, so very wrong, he knew that. But it was too good to pass up.

And so, the next day, after school, some studying for an upcoming exam, and a quick chat on the phone with Asmodeus, here he was, outside of your dorm, late at night, red roses in hand, with a little apology note-- which he meant nothing that it said-- attached to it. He gave the door a light knock, quickly sitting down the flowers and the note before scurrying off, trying to get around the corner before you walked out, if you did. It was late, so he wouldn't be shocked if you were asleep.

Well, as luck would have it, you decided to order a pizza a half hour earlier, and your delivery turns out to have arrived around the same time as Lucifer tried to turn the corner, and well... he crashed into your delivery man, ruining your pizza and his nice new, white shirt with pizza sauce. Karma's a bitch, ain't it?

And you? You opened your door just in time to witness the entire thing. Man, were you confused. Your rival and pizza man bumping into each other. Huh. You were confused, definitely, but more so disappointed your pizza was ruined. Though it did make you grin to see the disgusted look on Lucifer's face as the pizza sauce stained his shirt as the delivery man apoglized profusely.

Only then did you notice the roses and the note. Obviously, you weren't quite as focused on them at the moment, considering your dinner had just been ruined by your totally-not-rival. Hesitantly, you called out to the raventte, catching his attention. "You alright?"

"No." He replied stiffly, sending a glare towards the poor pizza man, who began to apologize to you, mentioning something along the lines of a free pizza next time you ordered. You were hopeful about that, thinking you could just order another, possibly get some extra toppings you like and all that... and then he said their kitchens were closed for the night. You were the last order. Shit. So now your dinner was ruined, you had an empty stomach, and you had loads of studying to do. And on top of that, your rival is standing right here, likely revelling in your misery.

Wrong. He saw this as an opportunity. Sure, his shirt was ruined, but he could easily buy another, just like he was going to buy you dinner tonight.

After the pizza man had been dismissed, and it was just the two of you standing there (awkwardly), you both began to speak at the same time.

"Would you--?" "Would you--?" Pause. "...You go first." He hummed after a moment, arms crossed over his chest. "...Right." You sigh, already regretting speaking in the first place. "Would you like to borrow a shirt? A friend left a shirt here the other night. May fit you." It definitely wouldn't, at least not very well, but considering it was your pizza that ruined his shirt, you felt inclined to at least ask so he didn't have to walk back to his own dorm covered in pizza sauce. You'd just buy your friend a new shirt. He definitely wouldn't mind.

"I'd... actually appreciate that. Thank you." He moved to pick up the roses he had gotten for you. "May I come in? I guess I can give you these first hand now." Your eyes widened. Oh. So it was him who'd gotten them and not some crazy coincidence. They were... pretty, you'd give him that.

You don't say anything, moving to the side to allow him in. You mumble something along the lines of finding that shirt for him before walking towards your dresser, looking for it. "You wanted to ask me something, too."

He hums. "Yes, I did. Considering I messed up your dinner plans, would you like me to make up for it?" You shot around to look at him, a suspicious look in your eyes.

"Plan to break my wrist again?" "...That was an accident." He replies hesitantly. "Sure." You scoff, turning back to the dresser. "What do you think the roses are for? They're an apology." Okay, you had no response to that. "...Fine." You hesitantly agree to his previous question, knowing you needed to eat so you could focus on studying. You can practically feel his eyes in the back of your head, that annoying smirk on his face. "Dick..." You mumble beneath your breath. "What was that?" "...Nothing!"

You turn around to throw the shirt at him, which he skillfully catches. "Thank you." He hums, sitting it aside, moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. You, flushed red by how outwardly he started to do so, quickly spin around, covering your face. Andddd you feel that smirk again. Fucking annoying.

After he's changed, the two of you head out. This late at night, there's only a few restaurants opened. You two head to a local diner, ordering some food. You were a little weird about this all, you had to admit, suspicious as to why he's suddenly being so... well, nice.

You two didn't talk at all aside from ordering, and you stubbornly fighting with him about paying. Unfortunately, he was more stubborn, insisting he payed. You finally huffed, saying something along the lines of "your money, not mine" before going quiet, beginning to eat your food. You didn't say a damn thing to him, or even look at him. But, oh, he was looking at you. His eyes never moved. It was awkward-- no, intimidating as hell.

"Do you mind?" You finally scoffed, eyes meeting his charcoal ones for a brief moment, quickly looking away. "I don't. You're actually not that sore on the eyes." He backhandedly comments to you, earning another scoff. "Is that all you're good for? Scoffs?" He scoffs himself, taking a bite of his own food. Oh, you can feel your eye twitching in annoyance.

However, you take a deep breath, relaxing yourself. "No..." You reply calmly. "Hm." He simply hums, which you copy, earning a raised eyebrow from him. His eyes, however, finally fell from you to your plate, emptied in a matter of minutes. It reminds him of Beel, how quickly you ate that, and he smiles briefly.

"What?" You asked, confused by the small change in attitude. "Oh, nothing." He replies, and it's your turn to raise an eyebrow. He sighs, seeing that look. "How quickly you ate. It reminds me a bit of one of my brothers." He shrugs. "Are you still hungry?" Hesitantly, you nod. "Well, go ahead. Order more." He doesn't seem bothered. "Since you're offering..." You mumble, asking the server for another menu, deciding to get something different.

After that, things feel less tense. As you're waiting for your next plate of food, the two of you slowly began to talk a little. Nothing more than idle conversation, something to make things less awkward. And it was just that, less awkward. Surprisingly, the two of you had more in common than your prideful attitudes, and that quickly sparked another conversation, even as you acquired your food. You asked about his brother-- which turned out to be brothers-- and he began to speak of each of them.

It was strange, seeing how different he was when he spoke of each of them. Though he seemed to carry an easily annoyed older brother tone and expression as he discussed them, you could see pride-- a different pride than he usually carried-- behind his eyes as he spoke.

"Do you have any sisters?" You suddenly asked curiously, and his expression seemed to fall in that moment, sorrow flashing through his eyes momentarily. "Yes." He replied quietly and plainly, moving right on the with the subject, proceeding to ask you of your family instead. You didn't push the subject. You two may despise each other-- again, you wouldn't admit as to why-- but you knew when to drop something. You still did have some form of basic respect after all.

Eventually, this time came to an end, and your stomach was full, and you were happy, ready to spend some time studying. You wished you could've been studying as you ate-- hence why you ordered the pizza-- but you actually... nevermind.

After he'd walked you home, you thanked Lucifer, and he thanked you as well, promising to return the shirt. You bid each other goodnight, and then you closed the door. For you, it was a nice night. For him, it was a good first step in his plan.

Over the next week, the two of you continued your usual antics, working up ideas to make each other late to class. However, you noticed Lucifer's seemed rather... well, lackluster, to put it simply. You'd give the man this, when he wanted to, he could usually come up with something good that would easily make you late. As of recent, though, they just seemed... lazy. Hell, you two were even chatting in class some, copying each other's notes-- well, you more so than him. As much as you hated to admit it, you got a little worried, and almost missed his rather cruel distractions.

Little to your knowledge, this was part of his plan. Well, him being easier on you. Not you showing up to his door one night.

When he opened the door and saw you there, he could only offer a confused look at your concerned one. "Yes?" He asked, hair wet and matted to his forehead, his shirt only half buttoned up. It was enough to make your face go red, quickly tearing your eyes from his partially exposed chest.

You completely forgot what you were going to say. Brain.EXE has stopped working.

"MC." He hums, catching your attention again. "Uh... I was just checking on you." You blurted out, accidentally being more forward than you wanted. His eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Why is that?" "No reason." Now it was his turn to scoff. "No reason? You're saying you walked halfway across campus for no reason?" "...Yes."

There's a silence between the two of you. It's awkward. Really awkward. "So, uh... you look like you're getting ready for something." You finally speak, noticing the nice shirt. "No." He replies bluntly, your smile falling. "Oh..." You look down, feeling embarrassed. You hear a low chuckle from him, looking back up, eyebrows furrowed upon noticing the amused look on his face. This fucking liar... "You're such a dick." You scoff. "A dick you walked halfway across campus for." Your face burns red again, and you turn to leave, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and turning you back towards him.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looking down at you, flush against his chest. "...Yes?" You finally ask, swallowing thickly. "Would you like to accompany me tonight?" He asked, calm as could be. You're quiet for a minute, just looking at him. "Where are you going?" He shrugs. "Dinner."

And so, you go to dinner. Thankfully, you'd been wearing something decent enough to go to the place he had selected. On the drive there, he tells you his brothers are going to be there. Apparently they have this meet up sort of deal every few months or so, considering they all don't have time to meet up together very often, all of them spread out different places.

Lucifer, of course, was at college, was heir to their estate, and an assistant to a CEO by the name of Diavolo. Mammon and Asmodeus were both away on modeling tours a lot. Leviathan was a famous gamer and voice actor who traveled to conventions a lot to meet fans. Satan was traveling the world and writing a book about all sorts of different cats, Beelzebub was a famous chef and owned a couple restaurant chains, traveling often to keep an eye on them, and Belphie often traveled with him.

You had to admit, you felt a little out of place at dinner, and for a bit there, the brothers definitely seemed a little confused. One asked if you were Lucifer's lover-- *cough* Asmo *cough*-- and when you were confirmed not to, immediately tried to ask you out.

Of course, Lucifer shut that notion down quick. A little too quick for you not to notice.

Aside from that little stunt from the fifth born, things were rather relaxed. Everyone just talked, and relaxed, and soon enough, you fit right in.

During dinner, when everyone was quieter and eating, you noticed Lucifer staring at you. He appeared perplexed. However, the second you noticed he looked away.

To you, you simply shrugged it off. To him... his nice, simple plan started to fall apart. Distract you. Distract you... no, you were distracting him. And strangely enough, he didn't mind.

Once dinner was over, you said goodbye to the brothers, and he took you back to the dorm, just like last week. He bid you farewell just like last time, and turned to leave, but it was your turn to stop him this time. "Yes--?" He began to speak, but was cut off as he felt your lips press to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Lucifer. I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully." You said with a gentle smile before closing the door, a soft blush on your face.

Lucifer could only stand there, staring at the door for a minute. Eventually, he brought his hand to his face, pressing it against where you kissed him. It was confirmed. His nice, simple plan had fallen apart. You were his distraction now.