#「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」

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⟬ @liecoris ⟭

( for beel ) Mukuro had waited until her and Beelzebub were alone to have this discussion, she wasn't too sure on how to approach the topic so Mukuro had figured that it was best to just。。。 do it。

In hindsight it might have been in her best interest to try and gauge how he'd react to such a topic but oh well, hindsight is 20/20 after all。

「Baby?」 Mukuro asks softly and began to absentmindedly pick at her cuticles, this wasn't about to be the hee-hee-ha-ha funny question of would you love me if I was a worm? But something a bit more serious。

「What would you say。。。 to me becoming a demon?」

The pet-name on her voice turned him right around, cheeks puffed with a hefty bite of food and eyes bright because it was her. Whatever excitement he held upon seeing her was dashed when he spied her hands, the ends of her nails picking away at the skin around them. The bite he had taken was swallowed hard, but it didn't taste as good as it had a moment ago.

He assumed the worst, food set aside so he could give her his undivided attention. "Yeah?"

The question was heavy, leaden-like and ten tons weighing down on the soft heart of a gentle giant. The subject wasn't often broached because it wasn't common for a transition that extensive to be made. True, he had gone through a sudden and painful transformation during his fall, but it made sense now that he had thousands of years to process why it happened.

Fallen angels were different than corrupted humans. The reasons for the change were much darker than an rebellion against ones father and a realm full of once loyal brothers and sisters.

Beelzebub wanted to ask her why she wanted to become of a demon of all things, but it wasn't the question that left him.

"Do you even know what it takes for that to happen?" He paused to give her a moment, but he abruptly shook his head and reached out to fold her hands into his own. "Most human souls are pretty durable. They can go through a lot and still stay pure enough for us to want, but to turn into a demon, you. . . you have to do a lot of messed up stuff. You'd have to completely ruin your own soul."

His hands squeezed at hers, and his eyes sought hers. "Why would you want to do that?"

#liecoris #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( hoboy :3c here we go~ )

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⟬ meme / @liecoris ⟭

❝ i like my reflection a little more with you all over me. ❞ ( beel )

They were meant to prepare for school that morning, but all Beelzebub could do was embrace her from behind and let his head rest on her shoulder while she dressed herself in front of the mirror. The night before had worn him out, but it had been worth it to see her happy.

"I left so many. . ." He yawned into her neck, using his open mouth as an excuse to leave another mark. The divots were subtle there, but there were a few along the dip between her breasts and the spot where her inner thigh met with her hip that were deeper and darker than the rest.

He had lost control of himself, he recalled. Every part of her had a bite, but he realized with a feral gnawing at his gut that he could have done more.

"I wanna leave more." His hands roamed upward and took hers, stopping her from putting on the remainder of her uniform. It would mean being late, but he hardly cared when the sight of her made his mouth water. "Can I? It doesn't feel like enough."

#suggestive cw #liecoris #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( someone's gonna think he tried to eat her oops )

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @mcmcntomorii​​ ⟭

[ PICNIC ] ( @ beel :3 )

“Human Realm parks are nice.” He didn’t elaborate, but only because it didn’t feel necessary. Parks in the Devildom were nice, but the one they claimed their spot in had a certain charm to it. Green leaves, bright sunlight, the sweet smell of the nearby lake as the breeze whisked along its surface, and the dogs — there were so many running about that it almost proved an effective distraction. Almost.

So long as he carried the picnic basket, his mind would always return to the food she had packed away for them.

“You never told me what else you had planned.” He settled down on the blanket they had spread out, large hands immediately dragging their oversized basket towards him. He would have foregone setting everything out because his stomach demanded him to eat now, but he remembered that he wasn’t the only one enjoying this little trip.

Grunting with disappointment at himself, Beelzebub pushed the basket towards her. His stomach protested, but he gave it a pat and shushed it. “You get what you want first. I don’t want you to not eat.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( she gets gf privileges ) #( gf always eats first )

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⟬ anonymous / ft. @mcmcntomorii ⟭

[beel] what would you prefer more; forming a pact with Mukuro or Mukuro becoming a demon?

"Hmm. . ."

It was an interesting question, but he was afraid the one asking would be a mite disappointed by his answer. "Both options mean she's making a big choice, right? I don't really think I have a right to prefer one over the other then. It would be up to her and what would make her happy. As long as she was sure it was something she wanted to do, I would support her.

They've both got good parts and bad parts, so she'd need advice before doing either. It's not something you decide on the spot.

In the end, I guess what I prefer is her."

#「 ( anonymous ) 」 #mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( he just wants her. it doesn't matter how )

[xamassed]

⟬ @mcmcntomorii​ ⟭

( Beel ) Back in the Human Realm, Mukuro never really did a whole lot of decorating for Christmas, but here, in the Devildom, she really got bit with the decorating bug。 She always loved this holiday, but until recently didn’t really have anyone else to celebrate with, not only did she have a fantastic boyfriend to celebrate with, but friends as well, and so she wanted to go all out。

「How big of a tree do you think we can get in here? Oh--」 she gasps softly, 「we could get some cute matching ornaments~」

“You mean in the entrance?” Beelzebub shuffled in through the front door, arms filled with bags of groceries. Over the top of the stuffed bag, the ends of a few vegetables nibbled away, he scanned the large and imposing room. There was plenty of space considering how open the floor was, and the ceiling was high enough that a tree three times his size would still leave room to spare.

The place could use a little more festive cheer, and a decorated tree felt like the perfect way to go about it.

“If you want, we could go back to the mountain where we met the yeti and see if we can take one of their trees. They were pretty big up there, but I don’t think they’ll just want us cutting one down without permission. Then if we can manage to get one, we can go looking for decorations.”

His gaze shifted to her, the violet soft and bursting with warmth. “Maybe we can find ornaments for my brothers too? I bet it would surprise them if we did.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( their ornaments have to be side by side or he'll be sad :c )

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @mcmcntomorii​​ ⟭

🐅 go to a zoo ( @ beel ;w ; )

“You’re really hungry too, huh? I get it. Once I get going, I can’t stop either.”

When she’d lead him to the aviary, a noticeable bounce in her step, Beelzebub didn’t anticipate that they would be lead into a special enclosure where they could feed the birds themselves. Interacting with the animals wasn’t unheard of, even in the Devildom, but the birds here were far tamer than the ones they kept back home. They were small and easy found purchase on his massive arm, their little tongues lapping away at the small cup of nectar in his hand.

“Mukuro, look. . .”

He carefully turned towards her, not wanting to startle the cute couple sitting on his wrist. One continued to greedily eat from his hand, while the other snuggled against its companion. It seemed perfectly content to be there, despite its partner slurping down most of the cups contents.

“It’s us.”

Beelzebub paused, lips slowly turning up as the admired the two birds. Then, “you’re way cuter than a bird, though. Hey, can you get my D.D.D from my pocket and take a picture? I want to show everyone when we go back.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( all i can imagine is both of them absolutely covered in birds and having a giggle about it ) #( so pure :') i love )

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @mcmcntomorii​ ⟭

💬 + Mukuro ( beel )

The thought of her alone gave Beelzebub’s ravenous feasting every reason to pause, images of soft pink hair and sweet eyes filling him ( from head to toe ) with the sensation of a thousand popping bubbles.

“Mukuro is one of the nicest humans I’ve met, and I’m really glad that she was the one picked to come here. I don’t think things would be the way they are now if it had been anyone else, and I like the way things are now.”

He picked at a portion of his food while the warmest red traveled up his neck and into his face. “She makes me feel different, but in a good way. She doesn’t have to do anything expect look at me and she makes my heart race like I’ve been running laps. She doesn’t make me feel bad for eating as much as I do, or for being slow sometimes. She’s the best girlfriend, and I hope I can make her feel as loved as she makes me feel.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( he loves with his whole dang heart!! ) #( and now he's going to find her and hug her because he has the URGE ) #( to spoil her with love )

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⟬ anonymous / ft. @mcmcntomorii​ ⟭

Beel, would you ever form a pact with Mukuro?

“Only if she wanted to. I wouldn’t want her making the choice without knowing what it means or what I’ll have to do to make it.” His lips turned down a fraction at the thought of her being disgusted. That one moment of curse-deep chanting, broken skin and the metallic taste of blood would lead to a world of benefits if she wanted to share them with him, but it was that singular moment that tended to put people off.

His shoulders rose in a self-conscious shrug. “I haven’t had a pact with someone in a while, but if I did make one, it would be with her. I trust her, and I hope she trusts me too.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( he doesn't want to freak her out but he is all for having a fuller connection with her ) #( especially if it means being able to protect her )

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @liecoris ⟭

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way ( beel )

Her shamelessness was met first with a grunt — confused, surprised, curious. He was the largest of the seven brothers, which meant that most people ( even the other Avatars ) weren't bold enough to grapple him.

Only she could get away with it, the wonder in his expression easing into understanding and simmering want. Rather than resist, Beelzebub gave in to the pull. His large frame molded around hers, until she was caged against the wall of a quiet, unoccupied corridor. His keen nose caught a familiar scent, the intensity of it growing stronger as he leaned in and nosed along her neck.

"You're hungry. . ." He mumbled against her skin, voice low and rumbling and betraying his own growing appetite. "It's making me hungry too."

#liecoris #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( they must be fed!! )

[xamassed]

⟬ @mcmcntomorii / beelzebub's birthday 3 • 11 ⟭

“Happy birthday, Beel~” Mukuro chimes before pressing her lips against his cheeks a few times before kissing his lips gently. “I’ve made you breakfast~” she added, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. “What all would you like to do today~?”

"You did?" She didn't have to, but he appreciated that she had spent precious time preparing food for him. Beelzebub did wonder if she had made any for his twin, since it was his birthday as well, but he didn't bring the thought up while she showered him with affection.

"I want to. . . hmm. . ." He returned her earlier gestures, kissing at her cheek and down along her neck as he thought. "I just want to spend today with you and Belphie. Is that okay?"

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( she is best gift u3u )

[xamassed]

⟬ @mcmcntomorii / valentine's day 2023 ⟭

( Beel ) It was that time of year again, and again Mukuro had to be crafty and quick in making the chocolates she wanted to give Beelzebub this year。 The fact that this was a bit of a repeat gift didn’t really bother her too much, she loved making food and to make chocolates for Beelzebub, especially on today of all days, really meant a lot to her。

Mukuro made sure to make a lot of chocolates and all in different flavors and shapes, she really wanted to give him a lot of options when it came to which one he’d like to eat first or try。 

Mukuro was already a very affectionate person, but she was always a bit more affectionate during Valentine’s Day。 Having made sure that she spent the night with Beelzebub, Mukuro would wake him up by peppering kisses against his skin until he woke up。 Then their day would continue with Mukuro making meals specifically for Beelzebub until it came to the time where she’d give him chocolates near the end of their day, after dinner as a sort of dessert item。

「I hope you enjoy them~ Happy Valentine’s Day, Beel~♡」

It mattered so very little that she had given his handmade chocolate the year before, and it hardly mattered that she might give him more in the years to come. In fact, he liked the consistency of it. Every year, without a flicker of doubt, he would find her standing there with a little box, the sweet scent of chocolate curling around his nose.

It was a comfort, and he knew that someday he would miss it.

After the thousands of kisses given, the delicious meals packed away in his stomach and the loving glances shares throughout the day, he was ready to settle down and spend the rest of his evening with Mukuro.

"How could I not? They came from you." Flushed with joy, Beelzebub opened the box and popped a single piece of chocolate into his mouth. In an instant it began to melt, the taste coating his tongue and sending his joy soaring. "You get better every year. I love these so much."

But not as much as he loved her. It was obvious in his expression and how he spoke to her, but it was made especially clear when he held out a piece of chocolate for her to eat. "I love you, Mukuro. I like that I get these every year because it means you're with me. I'm never going to get sick of this."

He smiled, soft and sweet and lowered his voice to a fond whisper.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( she's so sweet c: He will look forward to this every year! )

[xamassed]

⟬ @mcmcntomorii ⟭

( Beel ) Going on the advice she had gotten from Mammon earlier, Mukuro rushed out to get the item that Mammon suggested would be a good gift for Beel。 Sure, she felt a little awful that she didn’t come up with the idea of the gift on her own but she’d hate to get him something that he wouldn’t like very much。

It didn’t take her long to find the jersey in question, taking it off the rack, Mukuro looked over the article as well as holding it up to herself。 She didn’t think the shirt would look too bad on her, and it was Beel’s number but。。。 he’d probably prefer to see her in his jersey。 With that thought in mind, Mukuro continued to only get one of the jersey’s to give to him

Having bought the jersey, Mukuro was quick to get it back to her room to wrap it so when the time came to exchange gifts, the gift was ready to be handed to him。

「Now, I do want to preface this by saying I had help finding this,」 Mukuro said when she’d hand the gift over to Beelzebub, a little embarrassed tinge of pink crossing her cheeks, even as prideful as Mukuro could be, whenever she’d ask for help with something, she made sure to own up to it。 She knew that this was nothing to be embarrassed about either, but still, that didn’t stop her cheeks from heating up。 「I had asked Mammon for his opinion on something to get you, I didn’t want to end up picking something that you didn’t like。」 And plus if Beel ended up not liking what she had picked for him, the blame could be shifted to Mammon no problem。

He tried not to wriggle in place when she held the gift out, but his excitement was overwhelming. Paired with his adoration for her, Beelzebub found it harder and harder to wait for his turn. It wasn't like him to be this childishly eager, yet with her help and influence he realized it was perfectly acceptable to be openly happy during moments like this.

It was Christmas, after all.

He had his family, his health, and the woman he loved. He wanted to meet someone that wouldn't be excited.

Although, given what she said, his excitement did dwindle the slightest bit. That wasn't to say he didn't love his older brother. He did. Mammon was, by far, the coolest brother he had. He was calm and fun, and there were moments when he had the keenest sense for what to get another person. He was strange like that, but there was also the notion that the gift given might be just as strange and unbefitting the gentle giant.

"Mammon suggested it?" The gift was taken cautiously, but the weight of it took him by surprise. It was lighter than it looked, softer too.

There was no way to know what it was without opening it, so he did exactly that. The paper was torn and set aside, and the jersey unfolded. He held it out, the sight of the always adorable Devil Cat pulling a gasp from Beelzebub.

"This is. . ." He gawked at it, pure joy and surprise sparkling bright in his violet eyes. "Wait."

He turned it, and he spied his number printed on the back. That one detail made his heart soar and his his stomach knot with glee.

"I saw these and wanted to get one, but. . ." He needed to save because getting presents for his brother and Mukuro was more important than getting something he wanted for himself. Their happiness was all he needed, but it seemed the same applied to them.

There was no shame in the way he stripped his sweater off, the jersey pulled over his head as quickly as it could be without it snagging. He smoothed his hands over the front, hands lingering near the Devil Cat design. Cute. His brothers would likely snicker at the idea of him loving the mascot as much as he did, but it wasn't as if they didn't have their own fondness for silly things.

"You even remembered my number." Happy as he was to admire the cat, there was someone that deserved more. Both arms took her, brought Mukuro into his chest where he smothered her with gratitude and love. He nuzzled her hair, rubbed his large hands along her back and made her warm. "Thank you. I love it, and I love you."

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( aaaaa i love them ; u ; he's so happy!! ) #( mukuro is adorable ) #( but i also lost it thinking about blame being put on mammon if it failed lmao )

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⟬ meme / @mcmcntomorii​​​​​​ ⟭

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞ ( @ beel :3 )

“S—Sorry, it’s just——!” He flinched when her hands brushed against his side, the muscles there twitching once because he couldn’t ignore that her touch ( no matter how light ) felt too good to ignore. The fact that it tickled didn’t matter. He wanted more despite now not being the ideal time.

Eyes down, he watched her work her hands to mend the tear he had put into his own costume.

“I knew I should have stopped eating, but the food was too good. I got too excited. I’m sorry.” She had gone through a lot to have the both of them dressed up for the Halloween party they had been invited to, and all it had taken was one second of overzealous eating to ruin that hard work. “Are you mad?”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( he triiiiiiied ) #( he's so glad she's patient with him goodness )

[xamassed]

｢ @mcmcntomorii​  ｣

「Hey, so Beel,」 Mukuro began, clearing her throat to help fight down the blush that threatened to creep up on her cheeks, 「that coffee I made the other day? To go with that dessert? I figured out why it was so bitter。。。」 There was a hint of a blush that began to glow on her cheeks as she remembered finding out exactly why Hell Coffee was as bitter as it was, even after she had put sugar in it。 She'd wait to continue her explanation in case he didn't know and asked for the reason。

Regardless if he knew what the bitterness of the coffee already meant or if he didn't and she told him, it certainly was a way to confess, not the way that she wanted to but it was one nonetheless。 This certainly would be a lesson for Mukuro to read the package fully and not just look for a 'suitable for human consumption' label。

Beelzebub, no matter how hard he had tired, couldn’t forget that first sip of bitter coffee — not because of its pungent acridness and aroma, but because of the meaning behind it.

He had been blissfully unaware at the time, assuming it had been made for the members of his family that did enjoy their brew on the bitter side. Beelzebub had wordlessly sworn to himself and to Mukuro that he wouldn’t complain. She had been generous and thoughtful, and he knew better than to be ungrateful. But when the subject had been broached by his brothers, he couldn’t help but to unintentionally pull a face.

‘ It was bitter.  .  . ’ He remembered grumbling. The looks they had given him, it was almost as if he had sprouted a second head. When asked why they stared at him, they had all begun to speak at once, their voices a confusing jumble until one of them decided to show mercy and explain to him the properties of the coffee she had prepared.

Beelzebub knew that he could be a mite slow when it came to understanding subtle clues, but there was no avoiding the truth when it had been bluntly given to him: the more bitter tasting the coffee, the stronger the feelings of the person that had brewed it.

It had been spelled out for him, but he couldn’t fully accept that the reason behind the nearly undrinkable coffee was because she liked him. She hadn’t said as much in her own words, so how did he know that it wasn’t bitter because he wasn’t used to the taste? Or because it was an odd batch and her feelings had been directed towards someone else?

But then why did it make him happy to humor the possibility that those feelings were meant for him?

“Oh, yeah. Satan and Asmo told me what it meant.” He glimpsed the color in her cheeks and felt his own grow warmer, violet eyes darting down to his hands. His thumb pressed to the center of his palm and began to rub small, anxious circles into it. “Is.  .  . that what it meant?”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( :3c ehehehehe )

[xamassed]

｢ @mcmcntomorii​  ｣

( @ beel ) Since it wasn't a school day, that allowed them to be in bed for a little while longer. Which was a good thing for Mukuro as she began to wake up with a particular hunger, nestling herself a little closer, Mukuro slowly moved so that she was laying on top of Beel. Her lips pressed softly against his neck, then waited a moment before pressing another kiss a little further up his neck. 「Can we stay like this all day~？」 There was a small pause in her words as she continued to press a few more kisses, slowly leading towards his lips, 「or at least a good part of the day~？」

Beelzebub wasn’t the most elegant sleeper. That morning she would find him sprawled out on his back, one of his strong arms trapped underneath her and tingling with an unpleasant pins-and-needles sensation that traveled from his fingertips to his elbow. His mouth hung open, loud and guttural snores escaping between soft inhales. It wasn’t until he felt her settle along his front. The added weight roused him from his deep sleep and encouraged him to wrap his arms around her, but it was the kisses that helped him open his eyes.

“Mmmnn, morning. . .” He turned his head away from her, sleep-addled brain seeking out more affection and giving her a larger stretch of neck to pepper kisses along. Tempting as it was to shuffle out of bed and fetch breakfast, it was more tempting still to spend the early morning hours with her.

The idea was so alluring, in fact, that he couldn’t help but to grasp firmly at her hips. Each kiss made his skin burn and his heart leap, until he was very much awake and aware of the effect her kisses had on him.

Flushed and aching, Beelzebub decided he couldn’t wait to feel her lips against his. While she took gradual steps, he gave in to his hunger and lunged. Fingers squeezed tight at her hips, dragging her down against the solid ridge tucked away inside his sweatpants while starved lips sought hers out. He kissed her like he had gone years without, like he knew he couldn’t function for the rest of the day if he didn’t spoil her rotten with the love she deserved.

He nipped and tugged at her plush lips, little sounds of satisfaction escaping from deep within his chest. And even when he was finished kissing her lips raw and red, he peered up at her with a fire in his eyes that turned the bright violet a deep, hungry pink.

“If we keep kissing like that, we might end up staying here the whole day.”

#suggestive cw #mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( best way to wake up tbh ) #( breakfast can wait. he's going to love on her first )

[xamassed]

｢ @mcmcntomorii​  ｣

( @ beel! ovo ) Mukuro’s birthday was something that she made sure she kept a very well guarded secret, so well guarded that there were even times she forgot her own birthday. But things were different this year, she had someone she wanted to disclose her birthday with, the problem was... that Mukuro didn’t know how to tell someone when her birthday was without feeling weird about it. She also wasn’t sure how to bring it up naturally in a conversation, so the next best thing to do would be just to tell him when it was.

Mukuro was never good at talking about herself so throughout the day, it was obvious that Mukuro had something she wanted to tell Beel but just didn’t know how to word what she wanted to say, so whatever she had to say would just morph into a ‘nevermind, it’s nothing.’ While it’d almost take the whole day before she’d finally get around to telling him when her birthday was, she wanted to tell him somewhat soon, because she wanted to have at least a little bit of time between her telling him her birthday and the day of.

「My birthday is coming up,」 Mukuro stated very softly as they ate dessert together, while kind of pushing her food around the plate with her fork, 「it’s... on Monday... the 11th.」 Mukuro would occasionally glance up from her plate as she clarified when her birthday was while a heavy blush gradually set on her face as she disclosed her birthday to him. 「No one else really knows that but... I’d really like for you to know it.」

From the moment they met at the breakfast table, Beelzebub sensed that she was struggling. There was a palpable awkwardness about her, one that felt vaguely familiar but still so different at the same time. He couldn’t begin to assume why, and he wouldn’t pry — if she wanted to speak, she would, and he would be there to listen.

Fortunately for her, he was an exceptionally patient demon.

At every given chance, he granted her his ( mostly ) undivided attention. The smallest sound guided his eyes towards her, violet hues unblinking and attentive until the moment she dismissed him. Each ‘ never mind ’ and sad little shake of her head had his worry mounting, but he still couldn’t bring himself to demand an answer. It’ll come, eventually. . .

During dinner, he had almost forgotten that she had been acting strangely, though that may have been due to the fact that he was determined to scarf down every last bite as quickly as possible. Wasn’t until they were alone and he had time to slow down that he noted her nervous picking and reluctance to take a bite.

At nearly the same time, their mouths opened, but her words tumbled out first.

“Your birthday?” Three whole seconds passed before the truth hit him: he had never asked when her birthday was. She had been thoughtful and kind ( and oh-so giving ) on his own, and he hadn’t thought to ask when hers took place. Heartless. Selfish. Excitement should have been his first reaction, but in its place rose nauseating guilt.

Slumped forward, food momentarily forgotten, Beelzebub groaned.

“I never asked. I’m sorry, Mukuro. I guess — I don’t know, I think I assumed you said it already.” He didn’t realize that it was a fact she kept close to her chest, that none of this was really his fault. But whether or not it was, he didn’t intend on forgetting the date. Not now, not ever.

“That’s. . .” A pause, fingers curling and uncurling as he counted on them. “Three days from today.” Another layer of guilt and disappointment weighed his shoulders down. “That’s not enough time to plan something, but we can still go out for it. There are places that give you free meals if it’s your birthday. Oh, and Madam Scream’s makes the best birthday cakes.”

Now the giddiness struck him, the corners of his lips turning up gradually.

“I’m glad I know now. I won’t forget it either.” His large hand came to wrap around one of hers, the one that didn’t occupy itself with her dessert. He brought it near, kissing at the back of her knuckles and down along her fingers. “I want to make your birthday as good as mine was. Anything you want, I’ll get it for you. I promise.”

#mcmcntomorii #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #「 r. all the words inside my head come tumbling out ( beelzebub ; mukuro ) 」 #( he's going to spoil her rotten if he can asjcnasjdfsdf ) #( he only assumed three days isn't enough because of all the planning they do for the brothers pfft )