#Never too late to continue a holiday ask ✨

[sidekick-hero]

✨ fic writing review 2023 ✨

tagged by my homies (and as always fashionably late to the party): @judasofsuburbia @steddieas-shegoes @steddieasitgoes and @thefreakandthehair 💜💜💜💜

rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

words & fics

263,365 words published

40 fics published

Finished 3 multi-chaptered fics

top 5 fics by kudos

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some): Pure, self-indulgent smut. My love letter to Steve Harrington's, well, everything. He's a goddamn tease in this and Eddie is along for the ride. Quite literally.

Louder: While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance? And that they do.

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt: my first ever steddie fic, written for Lex first seasonal challenge. 5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Run Boy Run: Another self-indulgent smutty piece. I'm a passionate runner, and so is Steve in this one. Turns out, he had been running towards Eddie all along.

 Will you cleanse me with pleasure?: The obligatory monsterfucker, pardon me, monster love making fic. Eddie is a lake monster with way more appandages than Steve can handle. Or can he? 

fandom fic events in 2023

@thefreakandthehair's holiday challenge (2022) but finished 2023: I’m tired of asking to settle the debt

lex's spring challenge: Catch me like the falling rain

Steddie Big Bang with @legitcookie: Suitcase of Memories

Kinktober: we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (also Eddiemonth), on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs, tell me it's love, tell me it's real and wear me like a locket around your throat (last two with @yournowheregirl)

steddiemas and steddieholidaydrabbles: I want you to want me,  let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one, we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) and  tangled with what I never said

lex's winter challenge (upcoming)

STuad fic exchange (upcoming)

Reverse Big Bang (upcoming)

continuing wips into 2024

The next chapter of hold me close (I’m shaking apart) in which Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

Pickup Note, a collab with @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party about Steve joining Corred Coffin as a sub drummer. Inspired by Kei's fanart HERE and HERE.

Dear Future Self: Eddie is in love with Steve, who has become a fast friend after saving the world together but he's too afraid to make a move. Good thing his future self decides to help things along.

Take your time (I wanna cross some lines): Steve wants to try something new: getting used by strangers. He asks his best friend Eddie to watch over him while he's doing that so he can feel safe. But who watches over Eddie's heart?

History throws its shadow over the beginning: B-side to @legitcookie and my very first collab, I wore his jacket for the longest time. It's the same story, but told from Eddie's POV.

Closing Time with @legitcookie: After the worst date in a long while, Steve decides to take home the cute bartender who cheered him up.

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

tagging (with ZERO pressure): @legitcookie @yournowheregirl @starrystevie @scarcrossdlvrs, @henderdads, @stevethehairington, @starryeyedjanai, @cranberrymoons, @steddielations, @maxinemaxmayfield

Thank you to everyone who read my stuff and let me feel loved and cherished by liking, reblogging and commenting on them. It's been such a wonderful experience to be part of this fandom and I wouldn't want to miss it in the world. Here's to hoping for many more fics to come in 2024 💜🥰

[pastelwell]

I wrote quite a lot of E-rated hannigram fic over the holidays as gifts and such and I’m slowly posting them, if anyone wants to read them :)

I promise that one day I intend to write something with actual plot and substance but… Today is not that day ✨

~~~

Rite

“It’s beautiful.”

In the moonlight, as he gasps desperate breaths against Hannibal’s chest, heart racing so fast he thinks he might die, Will closes his eyes. This is a place he never anticipated he would end up, but he’s more surprised by how good it feels to be here, how freeing it is to feel Hannibal’s own charging heartbeat against his cheek, proof that he’s here and vivid and alive. They both are. This was not the plan he came here to execute, but Hannibal always did have a way of dismantling everything in a way Will least suspects.

OR: Hannibal & Will don’t fall. Instead, they consummate.

Continue reading…

Alternative therapy

It’s becoming more common for their therapy sessions to run late, and more often than not they take place in Hannibal’s home. Sometimes over dinner, sometimes over whiskey or wine in Hannibal’s library. Places where it’s safe for Will to talk and dark enough to conceal him.

He watches Will pace and he can already smell it on him; the things that he wants, his darkest desires, things he’s too afraid to ask for but things he needs so desperately. It’s been building up for weeks, a tremor of tension that now roars whenever they look at each other. It’s only a matter of time, and Hannibal is content to play the long game.

OR: Will doesn’t want to think. Hannibal provides a distraction.

Continue reading…

Muse

When Hannibal first raises it he has his mouth inside of Will’s shirt, pressing kisses down the slope of his shoulder from behind him whilst Will gasps and shivers, still so sensitive to Hannibal’s touch even after all this time.

“I’d like to capture you,” he purrs, pulling apart the buttons of Will’s shirt to get at more of him.

“Like a prisoner?” Will says, smiling, “I’m here of my own volition—“

“In charcoal,” Hannibal clarifies, and either he missed Will’s humour or chooses to ignore it, “From real life, not from memory.”

OR: Hannibal asks to draw Will in charcoal.

Continue reading…

Begin to blur

(this one isn’t new, but I’m including it anyway ✨)

Will rounds the desk a couple of times, circling Hannibal like prey as he sits and writes notes, letters, recipes… Behind them both, a cleansing fire rages. On every circle, Will feels the burning hot heat of it against his thighs through his clothes. He passes slowly to really feel the the intensity of it build, then steps away when it becomes almost too much.

On his final rotation he stops, picks up an inkwell and sets it back down in an unfamiliar home. Hannibal looks at him, amused, before setting it back in its place, eyes entirely on Will as he does so. The atmosphere feels charged around them, cracking with anticipation, like they can both sense something is coming but neither know what it is.

OR: Will Graham finally allows himself to have what he wants before it’s too late.

Continue reading…

[luthordamnvers]

fanfic emoji ask: 🤡🎢😈🛒🎯💖🎃🎉✨🤭you don't have to answer them all, or at all. Thanks for the time.

HEHE, thank you for all these.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This exchange was inspired by my twitter feed fascination with KT's tattoo, and it makes me giggle every time I remember it. From DEBS AU:

It was their third day together and honestly, Lena always forgets about them, so when in the midst of passion, Kara let out a giggle behind her, Lena furrowed her brows.

“Nice to meet you, Purity.” Lena stilled, and had to fight against the fog in her brain to figure out what the hell did that mean. When she did, she groaned and buried her face on the pillow right in front of her. 

“Could you please continue with what you were doing and forget about that?”

“As you wish…”

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I think my Supercorptober fic. Mostly because I didn't INTEND on writing anything for supercorptober, but I was in the middle of the MOTHER of writers block, and i tried to use it as a thing to make me write. I started it I think on third day of the month, so I was already late and couldn't see where i was even going, but I managed (i think) to find a coherent story at the end of it.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I mean, not intentionally, but I think that leaving a chapter in a BIG cliffhanger for six months kinda counts? 😬

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I consider myself a fluff writer, I don't really do angst, or crack very well. I do often call Kara "KD", which is a nod to Stay The Night, my beloved. I always keep Lena being younger than Kara, and Andrea is often Lena's ex. I headcanon that Lena as a genius skipped grades and graduated early, and that Mount Helena's is in Ireland, so that bleeds into my writing. Also, unless I have too acknowledge Newfoundland, she's also Irish. Alex and Sam had a friends with benefits relationship, before they met their respective SOs.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I'm not sure? It's possible. I don't think my plot twists are a secret, I think I telegraph them a lot.

💖 What made you start writing?

Supercorp. As simple as that. I remember when I was a teenager i did write a bit of my then fandom (that shall not be named now because fvck that author) But supercorp grabbed me by the throat and made me want to write on a language that i've always felt insecure about. The first idea I had I never got past a few lines, but then I saw that there "wasn't" a DEBS AU, and that was inconceivable to me. I decided to do it myself. I found out when I was writing the penultimate chapter, that there was indeed a DEBS AU, but it wasn't finished.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Not by choice? Like there was a Halloween prompt in Supercorptober, so I wrote that. But there is a Christmas WIP somewhere... on my folder, because you don't choose your inspiration, the inspiration choses you, or whatever

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Quantitatively, Kudos. But I find it so heartwarming when people contacts me via social media and tells me they liked X fic of mine. And if they give me bullet points... bless their hearts 💜

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

uhm, I think I got better as time has gone by. I think I'm good with the creating a coherent story? Other than that... I have no idea.

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

"No editor I die like an idiot" Which is not even true anymore. But it's very me.

Again, thanks for all these, this was fun!

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[gracefulweather]

TO MY DEAREST SHERRIE! ❤️💙💜

Happy 1-year message-versary! Can’t believe it’s been exactly 1 year since you first messaged me on Tumblr! While it may have started because of my love for your fics, which then led to lots of nekked pics of Hyunjae in our chat 🤡, I’m glad that our convos have evolved to talking about your blossoming feelings for SEVENTEEN ❣️, our hilarious boi stories, work complaints 🙃, and trip planning! I never thought that I’d be besties with someone I met online but I knew we were totally vibing from the start! 🥰

Thank you for being the perfect partner-in-crime by being delusional with me, helping me plan my perfect holiday to your home country, and encouraging me to tap into my wild (?) side by getting piercings! I’ve loved all our random convos and all the funny things you send me and say, and it’s always the best when we suddenly go off on a tangent and become totally delusional and write spontaneous drabbles / fics in our chats! Or when we tell each other about random things that act as fic inspo! I’ve told you this before but I’m so honoured that you’ve dedicated fics to me! 💞💓💗

Special mention to you having managed to put up with my awful work complaints, especially during That Project ™️ (RIP may it never come back to me again! 🙏🏻) and for always keeping me company when I was working late or was bored on the way to / from work or even at work! 💖💘💝

You’re my bestie from the other side of the world but even 13 timezones can’t keep us apart! 😂😂😂 Literally the only times we didn't message each other were when we were sick or I was physically with you during my holiday HAHA and I have now become an expert at our timezone difference lol

Once again, happy message-versary and here’s to many more fun times! 🥂

P.S. Come visit me soon! 😭😭😭

P.P.S. A select summary of some iconic moments in pics:

HAPPY FRIENDVERSARYYYY to the seokmin to my mingyu, the hyunjae to my younghoon ✨🥳🎉🎊 ahhh so much has changed in the past year and i can fully say that i never expected to make a new friend in 2022 but it happened and we had way too much fun together!!!

(i debated making a post on jeongjaebae about this and even had the screenshots collected, but i guess i'll post them here instead LOL)

here's how it started

how it continued.... aaaand of course my legendary slip-into-the-dms move 🤡

guess they don't call me an istj attractor for nothing HAHA

yeah so i never expected for something like this to happen especially when 1. no one comments on fics, and 2. no one sends asks, and 3. if they pass thru #1 and 2, they're probably... way too young to pull off an international trip to meet a mutual LMAO. so really, the stars aligned for this to happen :'')

i knew we'd be able to meet one day but never expected the opportunity to come up so soon!! having you (kind of spontaneously) visit from 15,558 km away is definitely a once in a lifetime event and a big part of what made 2022 so special 🤩 and ofc it's been quite the experience watching you go from a Good Girl to wanting to try new things!! like piercings and crop tops and maybe doing a slutty walk through the financial district HAHAH

the days when we used to talk for like 9 hours in a row (when i was unemployed) were way too much fun, but even now with jobs and timezones and everything, we still manage to be delusional so we're doing great :') and yeah i totally agree, it's nice to have a friend from a diff timezone so we can have each other for company even during odd hours like those 7:30s on the train or the 2ams.

also it's so interesting to see which conversations you screenshotted?? some of them overlap with mine like the stupid together stupid separately, and the one with the brackets LMAO. but here are some i found funny:

can't possibly include all the good moments and idek if these would count as my faves either but think they're pretty fitting of our highly delulu convos 😍

so here's to one great year of friendship and adventures, and looking forward to more to come!! (aka continuing to be as delusional as humanly possible) ❣️✨💓💫💖

p.s. yes that aussieland trip has to happen sometime 🥺

[itsrottenwork]

Hiii mj!! Secret Santa here!! Happy Thursday, hun!! (Or Friday!! Yay Friday!!) ✨

I apologize this came later than usual!! The last 48 hours have been hectic. Typing this in the airport as we speak! 😅 nonetheless, the ask is here!! Also want to give a heads up that I might be a little more sporadic with these asks only because the area I’m in in PR doesn’t have very good signal. I will do my best to keep up the pace!! ✨

We gotta go on a deep dive to find more dramatic reads videos!! That’s the goldmine of content!! I’ll see what I can dig up!

That’s so cool!! Even if you don’t know them fluently, the ability to recognize that many languages is still impressive and should be recognized!! Since my parents speak Spanish, it’s more of a given that I had to learn when I was younger. I can read/understand Spanish better than I can speak it tho. I did take two years of German in middle school, but never continued learning it after that. I would like to keep learning it though as well, along with sign language!!

Speed Round Questions!! Oooooo, do you have a fav. type of tea? I’m basic, so I would usually say a good chamomile tea with honey is always a good way to go! Do you consider yourself a morning or night person? I despise having to get up before 11am, so I would probably say night. When you fist meet someone, what’s the one thing you notice first about them? For me, I always tend to notice their tone of voice before reading any facial expressions. When someone is content/annoyed, you can def. tell without really needing to look at them. Do you have any tattoos/piercings? I don’t have any tattoos, but I would love to get some in the near future!! I do have piercings; one flat and three lobes on each ear!! 🎄✨

no worries, it's totally fine!! the holidays are supposed to be a chill relaxing time of year but in reality they mostly just end up busier than normal in new and different ways. have fun on your big pr trip, I can't wait to hear about what you get up to!! and if I'm honest, I will also be going on a vacation in a few days so I totally understand. I'll definitely have internet, but time to sit and properly answer questions may be a different story lol

ooh spanish is such a useful language to know though!! sign language as well, I really wish I knew that!! for all the languages I've ever tried to study, I don't think any of them were ever like, something super useful in my day to day life, but when I lived in texas I'd always make my roommate order for me when we got texmex takeout because a lot of the places only spoke spanish. the united states needs to have better early age language education, I think if someone started teaching me a different language in elementary school I'd be better off, but I couldn't start taking language classes at my school until 9th grade

speed round answers!!

tea: oh def, for a black tea I'm very partial to lapsong souchong, though I will admit the flavor is not for everyone, I also like vanilla chai, I just got some actually and it smells like snickerdoodles omg. I also have a ton of different like, floral or fruity herbal blends, fancy tea is so fun to get into, but those two are like, solid go-tos for me

morning or night: morning for sure, I really am not the kind of person who can stay up late, but I usually wake up ~7:30 in the morning just naturally (though it's easier when the sun actually rises before 8am lol)

first thing you notice: I guess like, hair color/style? I know a lot of the time when I'm watching a show, if I didn't catch a character's name I'll just know them in my head as like, "guy with spiky hair" or whatever until they actually get around to saying the person's name again

tattoos/piercings: just my ear lobes!! and no tattoos on me unfortunately, I love the idea of tattoos, and I love them on other people, a lot of my friends have really nice ones, but I'm just too afraid of commitment to go through with something like that

have a good flight and enjoy your trip!! 🛫💖

[mammonsbby]

Christmas in the Devildom

A/N: I know it's a week late, but I'm so happy with this fic! I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to check out my ko-fi and patreon, in pinned post! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: Cursing, gift giving, Christmas-related activities Pairing: Demon brothers x poly!GN!MC Words: 4055

You never expected to celebrate Christmas during your stay in the Devildom. After all, it’s filled with literal demons who couldn’t care less about the holiday. You thought you were fine with it, but as December approached, you realized that you were going to miss exchanging gifts with your loved ones. And now, you have new loved ones…

You toyed with the idea of having Christmas in Hell. It was a ridiculous notion, but… since it was important to you, you decided to ask. You’ll never forget Lucifer’s face when you bring it up on the second day of December.

“So… guys,” you start, sitting your fork down. Each of the demons at the table looks up in your direction.

“What is it, MC?” Lucifer asks, picking up his glass to take a sip.

“You don’t really do Christmas here, do ya?” you ask. At that, Lucifer nearly chokes on his drink, eyes bulging slightly. Belphie laughs at him and a couple of the brothers snort.

After Lucifer recovers, his eyes narrowed to thin slits at the ones who dared to laugh at him, he looks back to you. “No, we do not,” he answers simply, taking another, more cautious sip just in case you’re about to mention Easter.

You nod to yourself. You figured as much, but…

“How averse are we to doing a little something for the human’s sake?” you ask, resting your chin on your hand.

Lucifer’s face twists into one of… anger? Annoyance? Confusion?

“MC, we’re demons. We’re naturally opposed to celebrating… that.” he answers calmly.

“Yeah, I know. I know. I just… miss it,” you say, looking down at your lap.

“Aw, you made our human sad,” Asmo whines.

You hear a sigh from the head of the table and know that Lucifer’s just about to give in, so you continue. “My favorite part is decorating. No, no, giving gifts. Or baking cookies—”

“I’m in.” Beel somehow manages to cut you off, with a mouthful of food.

“Gifts?” asks Mammon, eyes gleaming.

“Yeah, you buy presents for the people you love! And you make gingerbread houses. I’m not great at it, but it’s still fun. The decorating is fun too.”

“Wait… What do you decorate exactly?” Asmo asks, taking a sudden interest.

“Everything. I mean, you put up a tree with lights and ornaments and tinsel. And—”

“A tree?” Satan asks, a strange look on his face.

“Yeah, a pine tree. Nowadays, most people use fake ones. And, uh, you hang stockings on the mantle.” You’ve never realized how odd this would be to hear for the first time. Everyone just looks more confused than ever.

“Fake trees…” Levi mutters, “normies.”

“There’s a lot of Christmas movies we could all watch together! I just think it’d be a nice way to have fun with you guys.”

Everyone seems to be considering it. You look to Lucifer, who seems to be having a mental debate, and decide to pull out your secret weapon.

“I bet Diavolo would love to learn more about human customs.” you say, picking at your plate.

“That’s blackmail,” Lucifer says, knowing that if it gets to the prince, it’ll be unbearable.

Satan snickers, “I’m proud of you, MC.”

“As long as Lord Diavolo isn’t involved, I suppose it’ll be alright. What do we do?”

You clap your hands together in excitement. “Holy crap! I didn’t think you’d go for it. But we can decorate a tree and I’ll find some good cookie recipes… And we’ll all get each other gifts and exchange them on the 25th! And I have a list of movies—”

“Woah, woah, woah, human. I’m a little strapped for cash right now. I can’t afford to blow a buncha money on these losers,” Mammon says, waving his hand at his brothers, most of whom groan.

“You’re always ‘strapped for cash,’ dumbass,” Levi mutters.

“For real,” adds Satan.

“Okay… then, we’ll do Secret Santa?” you suggest.

“Secret Santa?” Beel asks between bites.

“Yeah, Santa.”

“What’s that?” says Asmo.

“Santa Claus…” You’re met with seven confused faces. Fuck, another stupid thing that you have to explain.

“Uh, long story short, he’s the face of Christmas. He’s got a long white beard and he’s fat and he wears a red suit. And he comes down the chimney at night with a bag filled with presents. And he leaves them under the tree. That you decorate.” You try your best to make sense, but it seems to be a lost cause. Every word makes you seem more and more insane.

“MC, have you hit your head recently?” Belphie yawns.

“Uh, no…” Before you can tell him that you’ve been doing Christmas your whole life, you’re interrupted.

“Wait… So, some creepy, old man breaks into your house? Through the chimney?” asks Asmodeus, completely appalled at the thought.

“Hey, if he’s giving out free stuff, I’ll open the front door!” Mammon says.

You shake your head, “he’s not real. It’s like… a myth you tell your kids.”

“Humans are stranger than I ever thought possible,” Satan says, looking at you as if you were under a microscope.

“Yeah, the whole thing is… odd to say the least,” adds Belphie. His twin nods in agreement.

“Well, Lucifer, what do you say?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and he groans, unable to resist them.

“Whatever. But you’re in charge of it. If anything goes wrong, it’s on you,” he says, giving you a stern look. You leap out of your chair so quickly it startles Mammon and stride to the end of the table.

“Thank you!” you say, hugging the first born around the shoulders before dashing to your room to make plans.

—

Within the next couple days, the house is decorated beautifully. A magnificent eight foot tall tree stands in the entrance hall, fully decked with the most gorgeous ornaments you’ve ever seen. All Asmo’s doing, naturally.

Anytime one of his brothers showed up to help, he shooed them away saying that the first thing one sees when they enter the house should be perfect. And they were all liabilities.

So, there’s another— slightly less perfect— tree in the common room that everyone helped to decorate. Beelzebub had even lifted you up so you could add the star to the top.

Today’s the day to draw names for Secret Santa. And everyone’s supposed to meet in the common room, where you’re currently hanging eight stockings above the fireplace. Each is a different color, from blue to purple, plus a plain white one for you.

Just as you finish arranging the garland on the mantel, the brothers begin to trickle into the room.

“Wait, what’s with the giant socks?” Belphie asks, taking his usual spot on the sofa.

You sigh, had he been asleep during your explanation?

“Presents go in them, from Santa,” you answer.

“But you said Santa isn’t real.”

“It doesn’t matter, there will be presents I promise.” you answer as Lucifer enters, the last to arrive. After everyone’s found a seat, you grab a bowl from the table and give it a good shake.

“Okay, everyone’s name is in this bowl. We’re all gonna pick one and that’s who you get a present for. No cheating! And no telling anyone who you get. I’ll know if you do,” you say, putting on your scariest face as you look around the room at each of them. Your ‘scary’ look garners a smile from each of them.

“Oh, and the maximum amount to spend is… say, 20 Grimm?” you ask, glancing over to Mammon, who nods. Levi rolls his eyes and Satan huffs. “20 Grimm.” you repeat.

You hold the bowl out to Beel, but he pushes it back to you, “you pick first, MC.” His brothers agree with him. After all, there’s a better chance for each of them to be picked by you if you go first.

“Oh, okay.” You stick your hand in and stir the scraps of paper for a few seconds, before finally drawing one out. You open it, holding it close to your chest. And grin.

Everyone demands to know why you’re smiling like that. ‘Who’d you get?!’ being the argument of the day. But you refuse to say, and make them each pick a name.

After everyone’s drawn, most of them look disappointed. And you feel sort of bad, but… that’s the way Secret Santa works.

You watch Lucifer tuck his name into his chest pocket and pull out his phone. “Oh no,” he says, eyes blown wide.

“What is it?” Mammon asks.

“Diavolo is on his way here.”

The Demon Prince arrives less than five minutes later and there’s no hiding the Christmas tree in the foyer.

“What is this?” Diavolo asks, walking around the tree, in awe.

Lucifer brings a hand to his forehead, “it’s… a human custom. To celebrate…” sigh, “Christmas.”

Diavolo laughs, “Christmas? In the Devildom?”

He chuckles for the next few minutes, noting how well wrapped around your finger the brothers are, before finally following Lucifer to his study to talk about something important.

—

You find that it takes you twice as long to navigate the HOL during the holidays. This being because anytime you pass under a doorway, there’s a demon waiting for you. Somehow, it seems that every doorway in the house has mistletoe hung in it, despite you never bringing up that specific custom.

And Asmo has taken the liberty to put some in his own bedroom door, so… anytime you go to see him, you get smooched. “It’s tradition, MC.” he smiles playfully, pecking your face again, for good measure.

—

One night, you have all the brothers gather in Mammon’s room to watch Home Alone, parts one and two. And… swiftly begin to regret that decision when you see Satan take out a notepad and pen, likely to borrow inspiration from Kevin McCallister to use against his eldest brother.

Aside from that, however, movie night goes off without a hitch. And thus, you all meet in Mammon’s room each night to watch a different Christmas movie.

The third movie night, you find out Belphegor is freaked out by stop motion animation, so… ten minutes into Rudolph, he chooses to fall asleep.

—

As promised to Beel, you and he spend a lot of time in the kitchen, baking cookies. And your gingerbread houses turn out wonky, but they’re still Devilgrammable. (Thanks for the critique, Asmo.)

—

In his off time, Satan reads ‘A Christmas Carol,’ a book that you’d given him. Being that it was quite old, he was shocked he hadn’t stumbled upon it sooner, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

—

After experiencing the magic of Christmas through movies and books and songs and decorations, the day finally comes and it’s time to exchange gifts.

At the crack of dawn, everyone gathers in the common room once again. This time each of the brothers (and yourself, of course) is accompanied by some form of a gift.

IF YOU GOT…

Lucifer:

“Here you go, Lucifer!” you say, excitedly stretching your arm towards him. “I had your name!”

He takes it from you, “I know.”

“You knew?” you deflate. You’d tried so hard to keep it from him.

“Yes. All these fools wouldn’t stop complaining that I’m the only one getting a special gift from you,” he says, lips curling into a sneer.

“Yeah, because you don’t deserve MC’s attention,” Belphegor mumbles. Lucifer shoots him a look and starts to open your gift.

When he finally removes it from its wrapping, he’s puzzled. Not that he’d ever in a million years admit that he doesn’t know what it is. So he merely smiles softly, “thank you MC.”

“What the hell is it?” Mammon asks.

“Oh, it’s a mug warmer. You plug it in and set your mug on it and it keeps your coffee or tea or whatever from getting cold,” you explain happily.

Upon hearing the explanation, Lucifer is touched. He smiles warmly and sets the… thingy down. “Thank you. It will be used often.”

Mammon:

When everyone sits down to exchange gifts, Mammon is pumped! He’s ninety-percent sure that you got his name. Why the hell else would you have been asking his shirt size?

He’s practically vibrating as everyone takes their seats. And he nearly dove over Asmo to get the spot next to you on the couch.

“Oh, hey Mammon,” you laugh as Asmo huffs and sits elsewhere.

“Gimme my gift already!” he says, almost snatching the bag from your lap.

“You don’t know that this is for you!” you say, pushing your hand against his chest.

“Yeah I do. Now c’mon!”

“Mammon, you’ll be going last,” Lucifer says, to the delight of all his brothers. Except one.

“What? Why’s that? I didn’t do nothin’!” says the second born.

Lucifer doesn’t offer a reason, so you just… give Mammon a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. He pouts, but leans back against the couch, practically in your lap, and the two of you watch everyone else exchange gifts.

Finally, fucking finally, everyone is done with their stupid junk and you hold your bag out to Mammon, who looks like he’s about to tear into it with his teeth.

Instead, he pours the bag into his lap and is amazed to find a dozen shiny, golden rings looking at him, “MC. This is more than the limit,” he says, his mouth dry.

He faintly hears his brothers blathering about the special attention he gets, but fuck ‘em, he deserves it.

“Do you like them?” you ask, head tilted.

“Of course I do!” he says. Mammon starts to slide the rings onto his fingers and realizes that they aren’t real gold. He can tell from the weight of them. But regardless, he’s touched. He shows off the rings, flashing his model hands, and you laugh.

Leviathan:

Levi had been a hard one. There aren’t many things that you can get for less than 20 Grimm. Not for a nerd whose main interests are gaming and anime. Games are expensive. Anime merch is expensive.

So… yeah, you had a rough time. But now that he’s sitting across from you, you’re sure you picked the right gift. The third born winces and rubs at his wrist, the result of another gaming session.

You smile at him from across the room and after Satan finishes opening his present from Asmo, you stand and hand Levi his. His eyes widen and he reaches into the bag, pulling out a mousepad with wrist support and a download code for an indie dungeon crawler you’d caught on sale.

“Oh wow,” he says, when he sees the paper. Then he places the mousepad on his thigh, he rubs his wrist against the support to test it. “This is nice.”

“I hope it helps. Also, I’ll be in your room later to try that game.” you say with a wink.

In a very anime-esque fashion, his eyes grow large and a red blush creeps quickly up his face. “Th- thanks MC.”

Satan:

In all honesty, Satan had no idea who’d gotten his name. He hoped, like all his brothers, that he’d get a gift from you. But he realized that the odds were against him. So he decided that he’d be happy with anything, as long as Lucifer wasn’t giving it to him.

You watch Belphie ball up a bit of wrapping paper and toss it at Mammon’s head. “Hey!” shouts the Avatar of Greed.

You roll your eyes. “Hmm, I guess I’ll give mine now.” you say. Everyone’s eyes snap to you and you toss a box at Satan. “Catch, Say!”

His eyes widen comically, but he catches the box. He quirks a brow at the wrapping paper, which he’s just now noticing has cats on it. He tears the paper carefully, he fully intends to keep it. It’s just cute.

Satan opens the box and finds that his gift has multiple parts. One being a pack of several cat-themed bookmarks. The next is a stress ball, in the shape of a cat. And finally, there’s a pair of fuzzy black socks. He turns them and there are pink cat paws on the bottoms.

“Cute! I’m going to steal them~” Asmo sings.

Satan flushes, “no, they’re mine!”

“Do you like them?”

“They’re great. Thanks MC,” he answers, squeezing the stress cat, “love you.”

Half his brothers are shocked but you just laugh, “love you too.”

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus had secretly been watching you, and through his spying, he’s pretty sure you got his name. He hoped so at least. Oh! To receive a gift from his darling MC! It would be the best day ever!

And if he got a bad gift from one of his brothers, he’d scratch their eyes right out!

But enough about that.

“Hey guys!” you say to Mammon and Asmo, who look like they’re about to have a slap fight. “What’s up?”

“I’m sittin’ next to them,” Mammon says, gesturing to the middle seat on the sofa beside you.

“No, I’m the prettiest and I get to sit with them,” Asmo counters, shoving his brother backwards. To keep it from escalating further, you scoot from the end seat to the middle cushion.

“Hey, hey, guys. Please, just sit,” you plead, patting the empty spaces on either side of you. This seems to appease them both, Mammon plops down on your left and Asmo on your right.

Once everyone is situated, you ask who wants to go first.

“Ooh, you should go first, MC,” Asmo says, tracing the pattern on your pajama pants with his finger.

“Are you sure? This could be for anyone,” you say, shaking the box.

Asmo narrows his eyes, “I think it’s for me~ Give us a hint. What’s in the box?”

You think for a second, trying to come up with the most suggestive description. Then you drop your voice really low, “hmm, it’s battery-operated and pink. And it may vibrate…”

Asmo’s eyes widen and he flushes slightly, “MC! You’re so naughty! Give it!”

You laugh as he claws his way to the box and pulls out a facial cleansing brush. He cackles, throwing his head back, “that’s not what I was expecting, but thank you darling.” He pecks your cheek and turns the box over to read its instructions.

“You’re welcome, gorgeous.”

Beelzebub:

Somehow, you had a way of bringing his brothers together. He’s felt closer to his family in the past month than he has in centuries. To Beel, that was a gift in itself.

But he was really hoping you had another one for him.

His own gift, for one of his older brothers, was wrapped and sitting at his feet as he gnawed through a piece of the gingerbread house you’d made together a few nights ago. He watched everyone interacting and smiled the entire time.

He handed his present off then realized he was the last one without a gift. And you were the only person who hadn’t given one, a box still in your lap.

About the time he notices, you stand and hand him the large box, covered in a candy cane printed paper. He carefully unwraps it and pops the box open to find… a bunch of food. He gives you a look.

“These are a lot of my favorite snacks from the Human Realm. I hope you like them.” you say. Beel glances back down to the box, filled with candy bars and packets of chips and some kind of cookies. He’s ready to tear into it immediately, but since it was a gift from you… he’ll try to make it last a little while.

Belphegor:

Belphie had to admit he didn’t care about this shit. Not at all. His celestial family could get fucked. And hell, he doesn’t like most of his brothers, but… he noticed how happy it made you. And his twin for that matter, so…

He struggled to stay awake while everyone opened gifts. And about the time he dozed off, he’s lightly shaken by Beel. “It’s your turn,” he says.

Belphie starts to open his eyes, but can’t hold them open. And his sin carries him away, not caring that he has a gift to open.

“Here.” He vaguely hears you whisper, followed by a tearing noise. “Just raise up a bit.”

Suddenly, he feels something soft and warm under his head and snuggles into it. Then, something of the same texture is draped over him. “Merry Christmas, Bel.” you say, pushing his bangs out of his face.

When he wakes, an hour later, the room is empty. It’s just him asleep on the couch. He raises up slightly, squinting at the seats his brothers had been in. The one you’d been in. Then he realized that he’d fallen asleep.

“Damn it!” he says, feeling like shit. He tried so hard.

At this point, you’d been on your way to check on him (and fix his blanket if necessary). “Belphie, are you okay?” you ask, padding over to the couch.

“I missed present time,” he pouts.

You stifle a laugh, the poor demon doesn’t seem to realize that he’s using his gift. “Check under your head, hon.”

Belphie turns his head and his eyebrows scrunch up. He sits upright and produces a strangely shaped stuffed animal from where he’d just been laying. A cow, with blue splotches.

His eyes widen when you show him the strap that converts it to a pillow. And when you sing the jingle, “it’s a pillow, it’s a pet,” he laughs.

“Wait, are there more of these?” he asks seriously, holding the cow in his lap.

“Mhmm. Maybe I’ll have to get you a different one for your birthday?”

He nods and rubs his hand on the fur of the cow. “Thank you MC.”

Epilogue:

After everyone had finished opening their Secret Santa gifts, it was technically time for breakfast, but you have other plans.

You tell the boys to hold on a sec and grab Mammon’s hand, dragging him towards your room. “Woah! What’s goin’ on?!” he asks. Not that he minds being dragged to your bedroom…

But, once you get him there, you merely hand him four boxes. Then you pick up three yourself and return to the living room. And when you start to hand out the boxes, everyone starts to protest.

“Okay, so I know, I know. We were only allowed to get one present, but I’m the human, so rules don’t apply to me.” you say, handing the last box to Beel, for Belphie when he wakes up.

And everyone starts to open their surprise gifts, to find identical books. Lucifer raises a brow, “what’s this?”

Meanwhile, Asmo has already opened his, “oh MC! This is amazing!”

You’d made each of them scrapbooks of photos you loved. With descriptions and dates beside each picture. Among them are pictures you’d taken the first day you arrived and every day up till now.

It was quite the collection, filled with selfies and candids and one in particular you knew Lucifer would be mad about, but maybe he won’t notice.

“Heh, look how mad Lucifer looks on page 4,” Satan laughs. Well, there goes hoping he won’t see it.

After a few seconds, Lucifer groans, “MC, was it really appropriate to add photos from that night?”

“Yes.” He groans at your answer. “No one else is going to see it but us,” you say.

“That is not reassuring,” he mutters, flipping to the next page.

Knowing that an eighth copy of the book rests on your bedside table, with plenty of empty pages, you take out your phone and open its camera.

“Hey, merry Christmas!” you say, pointing your phone at them. Each of the demons looks up to say it back and you snap a photo. Asmo demands to see it and then asks you to take a selfie with him, for Devilgram.

And of course, everyone else wants the same. So… you take several more photos and finally settle on the arm of the couch. “Oh, I love you guys.” you say, mostly to yourself, as everyone is laughing about a picture of Mammon and Levi on page thirteen.

You spend the next hour this way, reminiscing and poring over the memories in the pages. And you’re thankful for every single one.

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Finally, a breath of fresh air and an escape from the endless pressures of work..not that the millionaire worked particularly hard for such a reward of this magnitude. It was typical for Daisuke to take time off for himself, away from the hustle of everyday life, though it was rare that he invited anyone else on his personal trips outside of family and business contacts.

❝ She offered but I declined. It wouldn’t be considered a vacation if I was there, ❞ Daisuke replied, his lips making contact with the edge of his glass as he takes a sip of wine, setting his glass down once he’s satisfied with his drink. ❝ Besides she needs a break of her own. ❞

Blue-gray eyes then make contact with Katou once he hears his next concern, the corners of his lips forming crescents as he leans back into his chair, almost amused.

❝ You work way to hard so I thought it would only be appropriate to bring you along just so you can experience what true relaxation feels like, ❞ Daisuke declares, reaching for one of the various bottles that were on display on the table, figuring that the variety would help due to their vast differences in tastes. ❝ Everything here is palatable...maybe your palate isn’t quite used to such high quality ingredients? ❞