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Lovecraft

Tw: vagueish death of an animal

Satan couldn’t help himself. He knew that the people he was going to be meet wouldn’t understand why he had to cancel on him, but he didn’t care.

Walking back from RAD, Satan had his routine and so did the local strays. Bemused with himself about being the Pied Piper but with cats, Satan ditched the prying eyes and went right in the alley way. Petting and feeding the cats was one of the small pleasures that mad Satan feel like he wasn’t just the embodiment of wrath. He would often name each cat while he pet them from his favorite authors. Laughing at Hemingway for tumbling over Steinbeck for another treat. Illiciting a hiss from Keller. Breaking up the upcoming fight from his cat minion, Satan stopped. He was missing one. The one eared tabby, Lovecraft.

Lovecraft wasn’t looking too hot. It was becoming a struggle to breath and standing up was starting to hurt. Meowing to draw attention to any demon to please notice him wasn’t helping. Starting to lay down Lovecraft could only hope that his favorite demon would walk this way. Vision becoming bleak, Lovecraft could only feel warm hands scoop him up. Hearing the cooing of a gentle voice telling that everything will become okay. His nose becoming engulfed in the smell of old books and catnip, Lovecraft could only nuzzle into these arms knowing he would finally be at peace.

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I feel like I should warn some. The next thing that I am writing is for me. Since the last time I posted I have lost 2 pets. I am not sure if I will post it but it might be triggering to some.

Thank you, and give your pets a little extra treat or hug for me.

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I just wanted to address why the HC was short and only included 2 people. My original plan was to include 3/4 people and have it has a 3 part HC and that can still happen but since my last post my life has been a roller coaster and I am just starting to feel like I want to read obey me content let alone write it. So please be patient with me.

Thank you.

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HC: Everyone has a bad day part 1

Hi everyone! This is my second prompt of an HC, and I want to say that @obeythebutler version of this prompt absolutely inspired me to write this, So please check out their blog. It's absolutely amazing.

Now I want to warn you that Mammon’s part in this is heavy with lots of angst. I don’t know why it came out like that. Maybe it was due to being 1 am and raining, but it did. So please, if you don’t want to see Mammon’s thoughts go to a dark place, please skip his section.

Before you say anything I know that this is short, but I am emotionally drained and when I start to regain some color back I promise that I will continue to write.

TW: angst/ a little depression (Mammon) Reader: GN

Everyone experiences having a bad day. What causes a bad day, how it is represented, what you can do, how they appreciate you for it.

Lucifer:

Lucifer’s day wasn’t that different from the past couple of days, but that was the problem. Diavolo didn’t stop with the paperwork, and if, for some unknown reason, Lucifer caught a break, you could guarantee that Beel has eaten a part of the house, Mammon has more bills coming in, or someone has tried to kill MC. The lack of proper meals, staying awake till 5 am, and the constant strain of “keep going” were weighing on him. Lucifer’s eyes were dark and heavy with bags, his patience thinning where the brothers began hiding inside their rooms or outside of HoL, but the worse was what you saw.

Walking past his study, you could barely believe this was Lucifer’s study. Papers strewn on every available surface, trash can overflowing, and the fire only embers, but the pain in your heart was from the desk. Slumped with his head on the desk, Tea dripping on the floor, and his hand above his head in what looked like a mimic of a bird’s claw.

Rushing back to the kitchen to start brewing some of Lucifer’s tea, you met Beel.

“I need a favor. Can you go into Lucifer’s collection of music and find me one that I can hold.”

“sure.”

Organizing the teapot sugar milk and two cups, some cookies, and trash bags onto the tray, Beel came to deliver your request and grab some of those cookies.

“Beel, you can have the whole box, just don’t touch the tray,” you stated while walking out the door with the tray and some towels under your arm.

Hearing a gentle knock, Lucifer jolts right up. He’s worse than I thought rang through your head when Lucifer didn’t immediately peel the sticky note off his forehead. Placing the tray near the sitting area, you turned to the record player. Stepping over papers, you could feel Lucifer’s eyes following you around the room. After starting the music emptying the trash cans, and managing the fire rejoice with new logs, you could barely take it anymore.

“Lucifer, this is what is going to happen,” the joined pact marks start to shine with the activation of a command, “I am going to start picking up and sorting these papers; you are going to enjoy a cup of tea, and once you finish that cup I will join you. After becoming well-rested, you are going to hand me the papers that I am capable of handling, and I will be doing those.”

“ Whatever you say, master” A smile creeping onto his face, only falters hearing the following sentence coming out of your mouth “Tonight, I will not set a curfew, but if this happens one more time this week, you will have to be going to bed by midnight.”

By the end of the night, Lucifer’s study was put together, the paperwork and bills sorted and dealt with, and one MC was wrapped in an oversized coat on the couch.

The next day at RAD, you counted your blessings when Satan’s book club canceled, and he was able to help you out, making the work take 1/3 of the time. When coming back to your room, you see a black box with a maroon satin ribbon and a note. Please let me take you to dinner tonight, my treat -Lucifer

~Satan was pissed when he found out that someone in Hall Council reserved every classroom, social meeting location, even benches at RAD for important meetings needing to be held. The only good aspect was that he and MC got to spend some time in the library.

Mammon:

Scum. Moron. Worthless. Waste of Space.

Those words echoing in his head, becoming louder and louder, driving the meaning deeper into his head, moved Mammon into your room. He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to be touched. All he could do was stare a hole into the wall while sitting against your bed facing away from you.

After half an hour of complete silence, you had to break it. “Mammon, do you want to watch some tv?” silence “How about playing some Devilcart with Levi?” only a slight twitch answered your call. “I thought of a new way to make some quick cash; you wanna try it?” Now sirens are going off in hour head; something is seriously wrong when he didn’t even move. Walking over to him, your heart shattered in place.

Mammon’s signature smirk was gone, and replaced with an emotionless line. Cheeks are tear stained with fresh tear just starting to dry. His eyes that usually gleam with opportunity only showed hollowness.

Mammon what’s wrong?” I am just- waste of space.

Mammon please talk to me.” Worthless

Mammon if you don’t start talking to me, I am just going to talk at you.” “Why ya want to know what’s been bothering me?” Scum

“Mammon I want to know because I care about you.” His eyes barely able to meet yours begin to look away. “Why ya gotta say something like that.”

Leaning down to his level, you cup his face into your hands. “I am serious. Where would I be without my Great Mammon? You have saved me countless times not just against any demons but your brothers. You have made my life a thousand times better every day, every night, and every scheme. It’s you that has done that. No one else. So please Mammon, talk to me if something is bothering you. Let me be their for you.”

After your speech, Mammon started to talk, and through explaining how he is feeling, he begins to perk up. Life envelops his eyes, and while there was still a tiny part that was still blank, by the morning he was back a 100%.

Walking up to Mammon looking at you “please don’tcha tell my brothers, I can handle talking to them and stick up for myself.” You just nod your head knowing that if you hear them make fun of Mammon again you will be having a talk.

Getting ready for RAD took more time than normal and dashing to the dining room “No touch’n that plate for MC. Beel I mean it.”

~Beel didn’t know what has happened to Mammon in the last few days but he couldn’t be happier to hear Belphie complaining that Mammon keeps yelling at him to stop calling him a waste of space and that it isn’t fun anymore.

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I apologize in advance for this angst that mammon’s part is taking in my next HC. I feel like crying for him while writing this, 😢 but hey, what can you do about it? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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This is absolutely amazing!!!

for @waltnut and their amazing demon boy designs! Ft. Mammon and some fluff! A bit literally. 

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It’s true that Mammon has never used his forms to intimidate you, but it’s not true that he’s never shown them to you. During the early morning hours, as the innate magic that holds the glamours in place lowers along with his body temperature, it’s not unusual to be woken by the taste of feathers in your mouth. You paw at your face, grimacing at the feeling of wet on your cheek as you pull a stray feather off the tip of your tongue before slapping for your phone lost somewhere in the mess of pillows and blankets and odds and ends stuffed between them. 

You groan at the time that flashes into your tired eyes and the pressure around your middle tightens its hold. 

“Rise and shine, Mammon. Another day another….Grimm.” You’ll have to think of a different rhyme later, when you’re more awake and thinking less about breakfast and more about grammar. And math. And history. 

Suddenly the bed is twice as comfortable, the edge of a stolen something digging into your back be damned. 

The mention of Grimm earns you another squeeze from the tail wrapped you and you dig your fingers into the softness of its tip before moving it out of your face. Your other hand drags lightly up Mammon’s bare back to scratch under the bone where his wing retracts. Your shoulder buzzes with the coo that grows in his throat as he slowly follows you into wakefulness.

As cute as it is, you two have to get up. 

“You know what Beel will be like if we don’t get breakfast before him.” You run a finger across the scales of his shoulders, gold like the coins he treasures so much. The color starts to darken and the cool roughness of it slowly grows warm as skin stitches itself back over it. Magic that burns your fingertips and leaves a sour taste in your mouth works its way back over him and the tail disappears  with an arch of his back as he stretches against you. You inhale deep when its hold finally holds you, knowing there’s going to be a bruise later. 

Another bruise. You’re not sure if Mammon knows how tight he holds you when he spends the night with you. Some part of you thinks he does and he doesn’t care. Another part is sure he does care - and that’s the reason why he wont let you go so easily. 

“Or we could just pick something up on the way to R.A.D,” he saws with a yawn as he rolls over and tucks his hands behind his head. “’s not worth going down when everyone’ll just get all loud the moment I show up.”

Or there’s that, too. 

“Fine.” You can’t help but to laugh at the smile he flashes you. The tail may be gone for the moment but you have no trouble imagining it wagging behind him. “But you’re paying.”

“What? No - h-hey!”

His eyes flash yellow but you’re already rolling out of bed before he can grab you and make you listen to his protests.  It’s worth the cold of the floor against your bare feet and the ache in your back from sleeping on his stash to watch him wiggle himself free of the blanket ensnaring his legs. 

“Better get ready fast to make sure I don’t order anything expensive!”

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HC: Kissing Under the Mistletoe (New Dateables)

I want to apologize for how long this took me, but I also want to be realistic to the people who decided to follow me. I told in my bio that I am not a consistent writer and this prompt took me a bit, because I wrote Barbatose's story 5 different times, because I would finish one section and come up with an idea I liked better and wanted to incorporate it. As you might have been able to tell, I had to quit or this would never be posted. Anyway enjoy.

TW: I still don't think so, but if any it would be kissing. Reader: Gender Neutral.

Diavolo:

Human world traditions? Sign him up. Seriously, after a day or two of Lucifer not budging on a holiday party, you knew what to do. Go to Diavolo in the middle of RAD and mention how you have been trying to convince Lucifer. He can’t say no to this man, and you will get your party. Diavolo didn’t know about the mistletoe tradition, but just thought it was cute when you explained to him why the boys hanged mistletoe everywhere.

Diavolo didn’t plan on kissing you, he knew that Barbatos and Lucifer would have some remarks about his prince image, but when the opportunity present himself, isn’t it his duty to welcome human world traditions in open arms and respect? Shouldn’t he participate to show how much he wants to unify the realms? That’s why when Diavolo stated he wanted to practice his selfie skills with you and take a picture to remember this day he didn’t see what would be wrong with perfectly placing you under the door way next to the tree. That tree that you and Levi spent decorating, and at least has 2 mistletoes around it. Right when Diavolo went to take the picture was when he stole a kiss.

His kiss was shocking to say the least, sparks felt like they were engulfing your body in the brief moment of the kiss.

~After looking back at the photo disappointment couldn’t comprehend the emotion he was feeling. He thought that he was going to have a memento of that night and participating in a human world tradition. However, when looking at the photo he couldn’t tell between the blurry shifty photo of the wall of HoL. Lucifer and Barbatos was more than pleased that the only photographic evidence of what happened was illegible.

Barbatos:

Walking down the corridors of RAD, you couldn’t help to skip a bit, with getting the green light to host the party, it is time for planning and preparation. Saying that you paid attention in class would be a lie, but at the end of the day you figured out what everyone would be tasked to do, and you put yourself on the food part to make sure that the party still maintains a human world feel. After planning the menu you still had one problem. The drinks. You want something classic to make Lucifer and some nonwild individuals comfortable but with a fun spin to still keep the others happy. You needed Barbatos’s help.

When Barbatos arrived you asked if he could taste the drink to see if you got the recipe correct. That’s when Solomon walked in. Barbatos saw the mess happen. He knew that throwing that fruit cake was not an accident, and as a way to reward the sacrifice that you made he decided to help clean up the scattered bits of cake and broken plate before Solomon could think of a way to fix his dessert. Helping out and cleaning was something that wasn’t expected but also wasn’t that surprised.

Gathering all the pieces into the trash, Barbatos came up behind you near the cauldron stove, lit with spiced devil cider, he asked if he could taste the specialty drink now. Holding your breath you tried to spot a reaction from the poised devil. Looking at the spices around the cauldron, you see that he added a bit more cinnamon, some more anise and stirred. Bringing the wooden spoon to your lips “try this now.” A harmony of the flavors couldn’t mask the feel of Barbatos against your lips. “There it should be perfect now.” With that Barbatos went back to the group seeing if Diavolo needed anything.

Barbatos’s kiss was reserved. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to show too much affection in public yet. He knows what could be, but that doesn’t always mean that this is the timeline that has his desired outcome, and he knows to respect you and your choices.

~Barbatos wouldn’t normally be someone to show so much affection in a somewhat public area, which is why Simeon and Luke needed to take a moment to actually realize what had happened. Luke was wondering if you were okay, and if you needed some mouthwash, or something stronger to get rid of a demons kiss. Simeon on the other hand was trying to stop Luke from invading in your personal time and telling him that if you really needed help there are multiple people here ready to rush to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon actually didn’t kiss you the day of the party. After seeing everyone avoiding Asmo, or trying to execute their plan to kiss you, Simeon thought it would be best if he didn’t attempt but give you a person you wouldn’t have to worry about during the party, however he wasn’t going to miss the chance if it presented itself to him again, and that is just what he planned on making sure happened.

Simeon showed up the next day to help clean up, knowing full well that most of the boys would need a morning or a day to recuperate before trying to do anything productive. So with some of Luke’s homemade cookies in hand he knocked on the HoL doors expecting only you to be awake.

During clean up Simeon and you became a pair of cleaning and straightening heroes. Placing pillows and blankets in the correct places, grabbing all the dishes into the sink to start washing them, Simeon offered to help dry and put away. Turning you head to thank him, you two started discussing how the party went and wanted to make sure that each other had fun. “I saw that a lot of people kissed you MC.” “Yeah, it’s a human world tradition, when you are under a mistletoe your are suppose to kiss.” “Aren’t we under one now?” Looking up to see that there has been a mistletoe above this sink the whole time Simmeon leans down to meet your lips.

If an angel’s food cake could be transformed into a kiss, this would be that kiss. Simeon’s kiss was light and made you want to melt against him, sadly it was quick.

~Without realizing it Simeon’s D.D.D was taking a video when he placed it by the sink. To this day. Simeon still does not know about the video.

Luke:

N/a

Solomon:

You knew Solomon was trying, you knew that he was just trying to follow human world customs and bring some food to the party. You knew Solomon just didn’t know how bad his cooking actually is. What you didn’t know was how to dispose of this multi-dimension time-shiftng poison before anyone could eat the spicy devil fruit “cake”.

Solomon wanted to walk with you into the kitchen to make sure that you have a place at the table that can fit this monstrosity, when Solomon noticed the mistletoe hanging over the door way. Twirling you around Solomon kissed you. While Solomon’s kiss was nice, you found it to be your perfect opportunity and drop the cake, purposefully face down with as much force as you could muster.

Kissing Solomon was an experience. Solomon’s lips started out hard with little movement, where he softly started to kiss you and started to slowly back away. His kiss felt like you could be here for eternity, but only think it was a second, and you are not quite sure if that is due to magic, the interesting technique he used, or a different reason.

~All of the brothers saw this happening, and you should be thankful that Barbatos took you away so you could avoid the yelling, threatening, and maniacal giggling that was happening in the next room. When Solomon got back to Purgatory Hall you made sure that his enchantments and locks were strong against his room.

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HC: Brother's Kissing Under a mistletoe

Hi, first HC here, so please tell me if something is off. I was reading Diavolosthots' HC and was inspired, so if your 18+ please check her blog out.

TW: none? kissing? Reader: GN

With almost the exchange program coming to a close, you were able to convince the brothers with some persuading from Diavolo to hold a Holiday party. While the brothers were reluctant to participate, their moods suddenly changed with the idea of the kissing MC under the mistletoe. Who will kiss MC under the mistletoe first?

Lucifer:

Lucifer secretly loves this holiday. While his pride (and maybe duty as the right hand man to the demon lord) would never allow for him to actually admit this, he enjoys the peace in the HoL with his brother’s being busy, the more classical spin on music, and being able to relax in front of the fire place, which is exactly where he came up with his idea to get MC under a mistletoe.

Lucifer started to ask you to dance during the “small” get together when one of his prized records started playing. Waltzing with Lucifer engulfed you into your own small world, you didn’t realize Lucifer was dancing with a purpose. During the last chords of the song, Lucifer spins you around and dips you slowly, leaning in you hear him whisper “I think it’s tradition that we are supposed to kiss.”

His lips are tender and gentle when kissing you, going deeper than a standard kiss, however there is still a small restraint in his kiss, he still wants to hold onto some of his pride, and not out right make out with you in front of an audience. He’ll slowly bring you back up and with a silent point of his finger he shows that you two were under a mistletoe this whole time.

~Satan and Belphie tried to guess his plan and get his record to skip during the dance, but because of Beel’s love of food and Diavolo’s excitement to be involved, they were unable to sabotage.

Mammon:

Mammon wasn’t going to leave this to chance, not to his human. Mammon volunteered to help Asmo with decorating, and strategically placed a mistle toe right at the entrance of your bedroom door.

Mammon’s original plan involved quietly opening your room, and gently waking you up, where you two would cuddle until you were ready to get the day started. He would wait patiently to bring you outside of your room, and kiss you saying “Ya know we can be crazy, but ya day would not be the same without me”. However this is Mammon we are talking about, and between his nerves, the fear that his brothers would walk in at any moment, and his sheer brand of idiocy his plan actually went like this.

The door is slammed open with sheer force that you wake up by jumping out of bed. Mammon quickly walks up to you “Hurry up out of bed, you can’t have the Great Mammon waiting on ya” Grabbing your arm he drags you out of bed walking past the mistletoe that he placed. “Shoot” Mammon pushes you back into your room farther then he expected. In a weird type of tug of war where Mammon is only fighting with himself, he finally gives up and bends down to meet your lips.

Mammon already turns red after the second time bringing you out of your room, he almost decides to back out and give you a kiss on the cheek, but his pure stubbornness that only Mammon can posses makes him peck your lips. His kiss was forceful with your lips crashing together. With the equal amount of force was swiftness and when standing back up, you see a red face. “Now ya’ll know that mistletoe is outside your door.” He quickly starts to drag you to breakfast.

~Reality, Mammon didn’t actually have to strategically place a mistle toe because Asmo already was going to make sure that every photo opportune spot was going to have a mistletoe, and you better be darn sure that with Asmo decorating every inch of HoL was a photo opportunity.

Levi:

Listen, Levi knows his weaknesses. He knows that if he isn’t going to back out of this, he is going to need to get a way to get you alone. While reading a manga he came up with the idea that is just fool proof, he’ll make you initiate it!

Levi was in charge of decorating the Christmas tree with you with the Asmo approved ornaments. The house was in utter chaos, and he knew that no one was paying attention to either of you. While walking to Asmo’s room, Levi was able to set up his perfect plan. He started hanging up his Ruri-chan mistletoe that he got of Akuzon. Coming back with a box of crystal ornaments that will shine in just the right way for Asmo, Levi started bring up human world traditions and what he has seen on anime, and Devilbur. “What about mistletoe’s? Are you supposed to kiss under them?” before giving you a chance to respond, Levi continues “Because why haven’t you kissed me yet? Is it because I am a yucky otaku?” Looking up to see the Ruri-chan mistletoe you decide to

Give him a kiss, Levi goes absolutely frozen. Without any response, you peel away from Levi to see a face that would put shame to a tomato. When Levi.exl finally reboots, he asks if he can try again, and to give him more of a warning.

Look at Levi. Levi bends down and pecks you on the check so hard that you think that you may get a bruise from it. Levi runs away out of embarrassment, and the need to tell Henry how brave he was.

~What Levi didn’t know was the Belphie was asleep on the couch and woke up when he was hyping himself up to give you a kiss. So technically it wasn’t completely alone, and Belphie has not decided if he is going to take this secret and use it when he needs something or start teasing Levi right away.

Satan:

If Satan’s room weren’t a typhoon of books, papers, and candles than anyone could see the stress of trying to figure out a plan to get you alone to kiss you was causing him. Scraps of paper showed his bullet point list of wanting to kiss you in private or if kissing you in public was a better choice. If planning something and making it not seem spontaneous was better or trying to show an air of carefree was better. He wouldn’t admit to his brothers how much he has been stressing over this, but he thinks he figured out a perfectly balanced plan.

Satan’s approach he landed on is classic. He waited for everyone to say their goodbye’s near the door, and waited for people to start disappearing to their respective rooms, when Satan grabbed your waist, pulling you in closer, he lifts your chin up to greet your lips. His kiss was slow, not from the lack of yearning, but knew that if he went slow it would feel more ingrained in your memory. Pulling himself away, he never released your chin. “Merry Christmas, MC. I hope that this day has been everything you hoped f-.” Before Satan can finish his sentence your D.D.D rings, with Belphie’s invite to take a nap together.

~Satan couldn’t believe that his perfectly laid plans was ruined by his partner in crime. Their goal was to stop Lucifer’s not his. Knowing that the moment has passed, Satan walks to his room, already smiling at the memory he just made with you.

Asmo:

Asmo is literally wearing a mistletoe. While he incorporated it into his outfit in a non tacky way, he knows about the tradition and he knows what to do. Asmo also knew if he didn’t want his brothers to mess with his backdrops of his photos he was going to have to help them by placing different mistletoes around the house, and yes, he did spot the Ruri-chan one that Levi bought and it is currently hanging in Levi’s room after being rescued from the trash by Mammon.

Asmo knew you were popular, and he knew that almost everyone at this party wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t expect everyone to try to pull so many moves on you. Honestly, he is loving it, but at the end of the day, the one that would have kissed you the most was him. If you expected to walk 10 feet without being kissed, Asmo had other plans, and his kisses weren’t always on the lips. At the beginning of the night, whenever Asmo came up to you putting a mistletoe between you two the kisses were innocent. It would start with the hand, and be a show of taking your hand like a princess to kiss it. Slowly escalating it to up your arms, your cheeks, forehead, nose, he even went to your neck before Asmo went for the lips.

When people where exchanging gifts Asmo was “banned” from being anywhere near you by Mammon, but that didn’t stop him, he knew to wait for Mammon to be distracted, and that would be the kiss that sealed the deal. When Asmo got his chance, he didn’t rush the experience, it would be a disservice to both of you if he did.

Asmo’s kiss was a mixture of soft, slow, but incorporated movement. He might have tried deepening the kiss into a passionate french kiss, but that would only be if you responded well to kissing him, and if you did their would be nothing stopping him from giving you exactly what you want.

~To say that he wasn’t irked by Mammon’s little ban from kissing you wouldn’t be entirely true, but he wasn’t going to let that idiot stop him.

Beel:

When the brothers were talking about trying to get you under the mistletoe, Beel didn’t completely understand. It took talking to Belphie that night to figure out just why everyone was so excited, and he would be lying if he hoped to get you under the mistletoe. While rummaging in the fridge he was thinking of plans on how to get you along, when he decided that it didn’t matter if he wanted to kiss you if you don’t want to kiss him, so he isn’t going to come up with any secret plan, but to see what happens.

Beel was going to the kitchen to get more appetizers to munch on when opening presents. While you were coming back from grabbing a drink, Asmo squealed that both of you are under the mistletoe. Without thinking Beel lifts you up so your faces were on the same level.

Beel’s kiss was soft like him, but much longer then anticipated from anyone. When you two finally broke apart, he didn’t let you down, but gently sat you at your sit, and grabbed your now empty cup to refill it for you.

~While grabbing your drink, Beel couldn’t help but need that moment to calm down, but what he didn’t know was that Lucifer walked into the kitchen to see what was taking so long. He has plans he needs to make sure execute after seeing his display.

Belphie:

When the brothers talked about how they didn’t want to participate in this event, he didn’t share the same feelings. Belphie knew what was at stake before many people realized it themselves. He knew that kissing you was an acceptable option when mistletoe was around. To say that he was disappointed when others figured it out is an understatement, but his plan didn’t change one bit.

Belphie was tired at the end of the day. Socializing was draining, staying awake was draining, hanging the mistletoe on the roof of the attic was draining. It’s safe to say that his whole body needed sleep, but knowing what was going to happen when Belphie texted you to take a nap up in the attic was the sole reason he didn’t fall asleep during any of the activities.

Belphie was getting ready to take the best nap with you when he got your attention by pointing up at the ceiling. Cupping your face into his hands, he poured his feelings into a passionate kiss. That was the finale straw though, and before your lips could respond, Belphie fell into your lap, lightly snoring, trapping you into a cuddle session in the attic. (Don’t hate me, he legit stayed awake in anticipation to kiss you and when he finally completed his goal his body gave up fighting the sleep)

~Everyone at the party was amazed that Belphie didn’t fall asleep once during the activities. Diavolo started assuming that Barbatos was spiking the hot chocolate with caffeine, or that Lucifer put a spell on him. Beel kept expecting that he was going to need to pick Belphie up but didn’t mind that he got to experience this with this family.