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koolades-world · 5 months

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Christmas in the Devildom

Christmas wasn’t something the Devildom celebrated before your arrival. It felt inherently wrong, and to the brothers, strange to celebrate the birth of what could only be considered an estranged brother to them. Jesus always was the favorite anyways, considering he got a whole holiday. But once you arrived, and they saw how important things like this were to you, they began to grow accustomed more human traditions.

Diavolo wholeheartedly threw himself, and his kingdom, into the festivities. If there wasn’t already snow, he arranged for magical fake snow. Christmas tree tents and Christmas shops appeared everywhere. He even went as far as to dress up as Santa on a few occasions. The Little D’s were made into elves which Dia thought was hilarious.

Lucifer needed to stop Mammon from stealing gifts, both his and others, and Asmo from peaking, so he went as far as curse the gifts. Anyone who’s touched them and taken them further than the tree had the word “naughty” written across their forehead. Diavolo thought this was very festive and funny, so he took a present on purpose so he could have it too. Lucifer was not amused. Satan tried and failed to trick Lucifer into getting it written on his forehead too. He ended up with on his own forehead and had to cover it with a Santa hat he deemed ugly.

After learning Christmas wasn’t really a thing in the Devildom, you took the place by storm and showed them all your favorite traditions. Christmas baking, gingerbread houses, white elephant, tree and house decorating, and so much more. You couldn’t believe on how much they were missing out on. You recruited the Purgatory Hall residents for help, but Solomon was “promoted” to supervisor when it came to anything cooking or baking. Both Luke and Simeon were already acquainted with the idea of Christmas and were more than happy to help. According to Solomon, it has been at least 100 years since he last celebrates Christmas, so he was rusty but willing to learn again.

You, Simeon, Luke, and Barbatos had a gingerbread house building competition. To be honest, all you had going for you was your Christmas spirit, but at least the others offered to make it a 2v2. Barbatos offered to be on your team and together you made a replica of the Demon Lord's Castle. Despite being there and actively helping for the full creation, you still don't know how it happened. Luke and Simeon ended up making a replica of Purgatory Hall. The judges (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Solomon) could not come to a consensus and it ended in a draw. The brothers, minus Lucifer, attempted and failed to make a replica of the House of Lamentation. It's safe to say they would not have won.

The brothers and a few other demons became enamored with the ideas of mistletoe and they all tried to catch you under it on many occasions. You made sure to distribute the kisses evenly to make sure one wasn’t getting more than they were owed and you yourself went out after those who you thought weren’t being proactive. Surprisingly, Belphie got in the most. You stopped counting after Christmas Day but he kept on using the mistletoe until New Years. You originally thought he carried it in his pockets with him, but you checked yourself while he was asleep and found nothing. Honorable mentions went to Levi, who tried his hardest but only actually got about two kisses in since he kept backing out.

You also made sure Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, with help of course. Beel and Lucifer were perfect for setting up the tree and other decorations that needed to be up high. Mammon was great help on Christmas morning since he tended to follow you around like a lost puppy, and Asmo was very helpful for Christmas dinner. Levi helped you cover all your bases with presents since he was surprisingly good at wrapping ang selecting gifts to give. In conjunction with Barbatos, they coordinated the secret Santa. Everyone was happy with their presents!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!! Dealing with slight writers block right now so apologies for the lack of content but please enjoy what I do manage to put out <3

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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I just wanna stay warm w lucifer, asmo, satan, diavolo and beel. Is that too much to ask??

˚ ༘♡˚ sweater weather

a/n: imagine matching sweaters w asmo oml imma get writing 🏃🏾💨

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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Lucifer drinks more tea than usual and sits you on his lap whilst he shoves tea and biscuits in your mouth. Lucifer gets you a pair of his gloves but padded so you guys can be matching but also be warm at the same time. Lucifer lets you wear his cloak sometimes, either that or he hugs you whilst wrapping you in it with him.

Asmo gets you and him matching everything: matching earmuffs, sweaters, scarves- everything. Asmo thinks autumn means decking out on the pumpkin lattes and cinnamon, so you'll never hear the end of it. Asmo wants autumn cuddles and sex-

Satan goes out cat hunting with you and snuggles them with you all day. Satan rubs your cheeks and rubs his cat against your cheek as well. Satan's love for cats goes beyond his love for you/hj. Satan makes his cat jump on your back with uncut claws. Satan is goofy but you love him all the same, especially during autumn.

Diavolo smothers you in his breasts when you even mention the word cold. Diavolo puts his uniform on you and laughs heartily as the fact you can't see. Diavolo sleeps on top of you so you are covered in his scent and can't breathe. Diavolo pokes your cheeks lovingly. Diavolo's hands are so big they cover both of yours.

Beel takes you all around Devildom is search of the best food for the season. Beel challenges you to a competition to see who can finish their pumpkin latte first. You and Beel have used tonnes of cinnamon and ginger just to make gingerbread every day. You and Beel make gingerbread houses from scratch. Beel gets foam all over his mouth, he knows this, but proceeds to kiss you anyway <3

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lancermylove · 5 months

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Chapter 8 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,341 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I dub this chapter the talkative chapter. I didn't realize I added so many verbal interactions. 😅

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It was like a mountain of food, a veritable labyrinth of delicious delicacies. From candy canes to Christmas tree cookies to gingerbread houses, ribbon candy, pudding, sponge cake, pies, chocolates, brownies, and gift baskets were sprawled across the immense marble island. The array of colors and smells made your head spin, and in front of the Food Everest stood the Avatar of Gluttony chopping on a red and green cake.

"Beel, did you buy out an entire grocery store?" You asked incredulously.

"No, but he did buy out the entire Christmas market," Asmo giggled beside you. "The vendors felt blessed to have Beel stop by their tents. To be blessed to have met a demon...now that's something I never expected to hear."

Beel didn't stop eating but chuckled at the statement. The Avatar of Lust stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the nauseating mountain of festive treats, and held up a familiar bag of gingerbread men. "Sweetie, these are from Mary. She asked me to give them to you."

"Mary? The elderly lady we met at the market?" You asked, gently taking the bag from his hand.

"Yes! Her eyes were so much brighter now, and she even got a haircut. I did her makeup, and I can't tell you how many people were staring at her," Asmo said, touching his cheeks and laughing. "Who knows? Maybe she will find someone and won't be lonely anymore."

A part of you wondered why Asmo had taken such a liking to Mary, but it warmed your heart to know that she was doing better. Not to mention, the happiness on the third brother's face made you smile. "I am happy she is doing better, and thank you for the cookies. I'm going to go give one to Satan. See you later! Also, Beel, hope you are prepared for the sugar rush."

You left Asmo and Beel behind and headed to Satan's bedroom. As you approached, you saw him by the window, looking out into the distance. He seemed disturbed and restless but glanced at you when you walked closer. The demon's eyes held a faint smile, but his mind was clearly preoccupied with other matters. "Good morning, (y/n)."

"Morning, Satan. Would you like one?" You asked, holding the bag of gingerbread men in front of his face. He chuckled as he took one from the bag and bit into it very carefully, but his reaction otherwise was muted. For a moment, you watched Satan chewing and then voiced your thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Rather, who are you thinking about?"

Satan's instant froze in reaction to your question. While his instinct was to wave it aside with an air of casualness as if it wasn't worth much thought, the tiny flicker of emotion that momentarily crossed his face told you otherwise. You wanted to probe further, but the sudden honk of a car horn startled you.

"I have to get going, but Satan...listen to your heart. Not what you are telling your heart, but what your heart is telling you," you warmly whispered. Before he could respond, you quickly hugged the Avatar of Wrath and rushed downstairs, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

You ran out of the house and saw Solomon waving at you near a black SUV. He had invited you on a road trip, using the excuse, 'You need to get away from the brothers and their drama for a while.' Knowing Solomon would not drop the topic until you accepted, you had reluctantly given in.

"Are you ready to leave?" The sorcerer queried, and you responded with an affirmative nod. But, instead of walking to the driver's seat, Solomon proceeded to the vehicle's trunk. He opened the trunk, and to your surprise, Mammon was curled up inside. The Avatar of Greed was surprised to have been discovered and slowly stepped out.

"I don't recall extending an invitation to you, Mammon," Solomon said, amused at the demon's antic.

"It ain't fair ya get to go on a road trip with (y/n). I wanted to join ya. The more the merrier, y'know," Mammon nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Speaking of, more the merrier," Solomon said as he opened one of the back doors to reveal Levi crouched behind the driver's seat. "Hello, Leviathan. I also do not recall inviting you."

"Levi? Mammon? Seriously?" You attempted to reprimand them, but witnessing their childish jealousy, you couldn't maintain your composure. The brothers were adorable when they got jealous.

"Let us join, will ya?" Mammon pleaded, his eyes growing in size as if trying to display his best puppy eyes impression. Levi followed suit to implore for your permission.

"Levi, did I interfere when you went sweater shopping with (y/n)? Mammon, when you ran off with (y/n) and left me to decorate the cabin's exterior, did I hunt you down? No, right?" The sorcerer calmly asked, his smile neither leaving his lips nor reaching his eyes. "So, now it's my turn to spend time with (y/n). Beel, could you please carry them inside? It seems as though they are having trouble walking."

In an act of innocence, Beel took Solomon's word to face value and hoisted Levi on his shoulder like he were merely a bag of potatoes. As the third brother squealed in protest, the Avatar of Gluttony wrapped his arm around Mammon and tucked him under his muscular arm like he were a piece of wooden plank. You observed the comical spectacle in sheer amusement, all the while trying to stifle your laughter.

Once on the road, you quietly observed Solomon from the passenger seat. The skilled driver was entirely focused on the road ahead while being completely aware of your stare. Finally, he asked teasingly, "Is there something on my face, or am I just that handsome?"

"Neither. I mean, you're handsome, but it's odd to see you driving. Are you sure you know what you are doing?" You teased, but he gave no reaction. The next moment, he deliberately swerved the car. In a panic, you grasped hold of anything within reach as your heart jumped in your throat and your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Maybe I shouldn't be driving," he teased in return.

"Solomon!" You yelled and slapped his arm, evoking a laugh from him. "My life just flashed before my eyes!"

Even though he initially laughed, his mood shifted to a serious tone as he spoke with more tenderness. "Your well-being and safety are my top priorities. I would never let anything happen to you."

"Aww, you're so sweet," you giggled, settling back in your seat as your heart returned to a normal pace. "So, where are we going? You never told me."

"Didn't you have a wish to see the aurora borealis?"

Upon hearing his words, you squealed in delight as it had been your long unfulfilled dream. Then, a realization dawned on you - you never told Solomon about this wish, so how did he know? The only place you wrote this was in your...you gasped, "You read my diary!?"

"Well, if you hadn't left it open on your bed, I would have had the pleasure to skim through the poetic pages," he playfully joked.

For the rest of the trip, you sullenly sat with your arms crossed over your chest and observed the passing scenery. The sun was setting in the distance, casting orange ribbons over the landscape and painting the sky with gorgeous shades of red. The atmosphere was silent, punctuated only by the gentle sound of the car's engine.

Upon reaching the destination, you scanned the vast area. The air was thick and heavy, with an icy chill that seeped into your skin and bones, while the ground was covered in a pristine layer of thick, powdery snow that glittered like fine crystals in the dim heavenly light. There was no other sign of life in this desolate spot, leaving nothing but a freezing silence and stillness occasionally disturbed by gusts of wind.

You sat on the bonnet of the car, wrapped in a blanket, as you admired the beauty of the star-speckled sky, unaware of the fact that Solomon was observing you from the corners of his eyes. The wait would be an ongoing affair and a risky bet, but you dearly hoped the aurora borealis would bestow its blessing on you.

"Hey, Solomon," you softly uttered, "Thank you for always looking out for me. You do a lot, but I take it for granted. Thank you for having my back, even if you do things to annoy me, like reading my diary without my permission. Thank you for being there for me."

Solomon was greatly touched by your unexpected gratitude, but he could not bring himself to openly express his feelings in response; instead, he resorted to his usual ways. "You know that Thanksgiving has already passed, right?"

You stared at him blankly for a moment before replying dryly, "That was a terrible joke."

"It wasn't that bad," Solomon chuckled and turned his attention to the sky. "So, how is Satan doing? I am aware of what happened at the lake. And no, I was not stalking you, him, or Lucifer. I happen to see you helping Satan back to the cabin."

"You always know everything that is going on, don't you? You should change your title from sorcerer to detective," you giggled and shook your head. "He is fine. Thankfully..."

"(Y/n), I am aware you deeply care for the brothers, but remember that they are far more resilient than humans." Solomon only sought to comfort and assuage you with his words. But in the next moment, his seriousness thawed into teasing. "But I am a human, so you can worry about me all you want."

"Yeah, a human who met the dinosaurs before the meteors took them out," you laughed wholeheartedly, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow.

"I am ancient, but not that ancient," the sorcerer chuckled and raised his hands in defeat, acknowledging that the conversation had reached a humorous conclusion. It was clear that he had lost the battle of wit but was gracious in his defeat and accepted being bested.

Your eyes darted towards the skies as you silently hoped the lights would appear, but the waiting time was seemingly never-ending. The quiet atmosphere, blanketed in darkness, only strengthened the feeling of hopelessness and despair. Your hope for the lights to appear faded as you brace for disappointment instead. "I don't think we will get to see them..."

"You know, along with your well-being, I also care about your happiness," Solomon whispered as he ruffled your hair. "We can't have you disappointed, now can we?"

With a snap of his finger, you perceived faint traces of verdant-blue colored lights emerging in the darkened sky. The display of colors became increasingly evident and more vivid as the lights gradually became more prominent. In seconds, the sky was illuminated by a magnificent and enthralling showcase of colors, as though it had been transformed into a mesmeric display of lights.

The stunning spectacle of colors and lights in the celestial sky had your heart aglow with wonder and fascination. Seeing how deeply pleased you were caused the sorcerer's heart to swell with delight. His hard work and practice had paid off.

"How did you...?" You muttered under your breath.

"I created the spell...solely for you..."

When the sorcerer disclosed that he had created this spell solely for you, you were at a loss for words. Did your happiness matter to him to this extent? You met his cobalt-shaded orbs with your tearful gaze. But before your tears could pour, the sorcerer quickly brushed them away with the back of his index finger.

Wordlessly, you leaned forward to meet his lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, letting out a gentle sigh as your lips touched his. Although the sorcerer was initially surprised, he quickly reciprocated the loving kiss. While your lips intertwined, the aurora borealis continued to paint the night sky with its beautiful and awe-inspiring colors.

In an unexpected gesture, Solomon has brought along camping gear with the intent of spending the night with you. His playful announcement that the two of you would stay the night with a smug and confident grin was accompanied by his reassuring words that he would accept all responsibility should anyone question or lecture you.

"Earlier, you thanked me for helping you...why not show that gratitude through action," Solomon teased as he sat beside you in the surprisingly warm and large tent.

"How, exactly?" You raised an eyebrow but chuckled.

"The choice is yours."

The soft touch of your tongue along Solomon's erect length sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, sending his heart into a flurry of beats. As your lips began to enclose his length with each lick, the sorcerer was taken aback by the intense and arousing sensation it provoked in him. When he said the choice was yours, the sorcerer had not expected you to push him onto the sleeping bag, turn your back to him, and capture his penis in your mouth. Solomon couldn't recall the last time he had experienced such a thrill.

A ripple of pleasure reverberated through your body as he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your thighs. His touch elicited an intense excitement that sent tremors down your spine and legs. He had not intended to spare you from experiencing the same thrill and took you by surprise by burying his face between your legs. The sorcerer eagerly moved his tongue up and down your intimate flesh, enjoying every second and reveling in your delicious taste.

Outside the tent, the harsh and unforgiving cold seemed like a shallow shadow that couldn't compare to the bright light of passion that shined within. The entire world faded away as the two of you got swept up in your desires to devour every bit of each other's being and melt into one.

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cryptid-pet · 1 year

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DL character headcanons that popped up in my head during my free time (Christmas Edition)

Kanato looks forward to making gingerbread houses just to smash them in the end

Ruki and Reiji both make some holiday treats every year together and Azusa likes to watch//help out since he’s the most trustworthy

Laito goes on a candy cane lockdown and stocks up on them for himself

Yui and Kou have matching ugg boots for the winter

Believe it or not, there is a RARE chance you'll see Shu come to school in a polar bear onesie

Ayato believes in the Elf on the Shelf but can't stop touching it

Ruki, Kou, and Yuma don't know how to tell Azusa that Santa AND Satan are NOT related (It's Azusa's cryptid humor because the names sound alike to him)

Shin has never see snow fall UNTIL he started living in the Human World (He was MIND BLOWN)

Throughout all of December, Kino spends EVERY hour on his smartphone game getting Holiday stuff for Holiday events taking place for the month

Laito once has hung mistletoe above his head throughout the school day to get a girl to kiss him, HALF of them either refused or ran away

Subaru hates christmas music, he hates it even more when Kou starts singing them to piss him off ("IIII~ Don't want a lot for christmas~!")

Carla has be mistaken, jokingly by Ayato, that he is Santa in his early adulthood stages (Carla didn't understand so he actually didn't get too insulted)

Shu and Yuma like getting hot chocolate together on wicked freezing afternoons outside OR after school

The Mukamis like to go ice skating (not really lmfao) For the LIFE of Kou, he CAN'T ice skate too well like Ruki and ends up toppling over Yuma to DRAG him down as Azusa gives up within the first two minutes and sits there on the ice covering the lake

Yui bakes cookies for Kanato each year knowing how much he loves them

Kou drags Subaru out to snowy hills to go sledding and Subaru has the nerve to shriek pretty loudly due to the steepness and speed

Kou always has a winter concert two weeks before Christmas itself

Starting a snow ball fight//Carla is DEADLY(//hj)

Yui tries to make Reiji forces him and ALL of his brothers to do a secret Santa and it doesn't end well on Reiji's end when he gets Shu

Having dinner w//ALL 13 vampires, roughly 6 out of 13 are drunk (I'll let you guys decide that for yourself lol)

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soursvgar · 1 year

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The brothers and what they love about Christmas

demon brothers x gender neutral reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Lucifer

If confronted, he will deny it, but Lucifer's favorite during the holidays is the time spent together with his family.

For Lucifer, December is exactly the opposite of a period of tranquillity. There are permission slips, documents and arrangements to take care of for upcoming winter festivals, devil day celebrations and other seasonalities. In fact, his work would increase tenfold during the holidays and more often than not, he would spend Christmas in his study trying to catch up with all the work.

The day felt like no other, Lucifer drags himself back home from RAD at a late evening, overlooking the illuminated town as fatigue take over every cell in his body. Finally making it back, he hangs his coat on his way to his study, briefly passing by the living room as he detects a figure recumbent on the couch. Lucifer sighs at Belphegor's carelessness and carefully drapes a blanket over his sleeping body.

"Lucifer, you're finally back!" He turns towards your voice, spotting you on the floor along with Satan, Leviathan and Mammon in the middle of a heated game of cards. Beelzebub is heading back from the kitchen with snacks for everyone while Asmodeus is hanging the stockings over the fireplace.

"I apologize, but I have to hurry back and finish the rest of my work for today."

"Oh come on, it's Christmas!" You object, the rest of the brothers backing you up and call for him to join in. "Work will still be there tomorrow, we'll even let you pick the movie!"

Lucifer suppresses a grin; it's not every night he gets to see a lovely picture of his siblings happily socializing with one another, with one uniting force to bring them all together- you.

With no further retaliation, he ditches his responsibilities for one night and one night only.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Mammon

Mammon's favorite Christmas tradition is, of course, the presents.

Prior to your arrival, Mammon had attempted multiple times to convince Lucifer to celebrate Christmas at the house of lamentation. Over and over again, Lucifer refused, claiming it's a waste of their time and energy and that he has work to fulfil during the holidays regardless. But when you came along, he finally had a good enough reason to coax Lucifer into it, implying it would really impress lord Diavolo if they could arrange a proper celebration for the new human exchange student. Lucifer finally caves in to his demands, under the condition that he will be the one to take care of all the preparations.

"I'm telling ya, Christmas in this house is a blast, we'll knock your stockings off with our decor." As per usual, Mammon bluffs his way into impressing you, talking your ear off while the two of you are out holiday shopping. He detecs a hopeful gleam in your eyes and is determined to give you the best Christmas he can, despite being away from your home in the human world. After all, here in the devildom, with him, is where you belong now.

"You head home first, The Great Mammon have shady business to attend to here in sum places, not stuff ya wanna be involved in, m'kay?" Mammon pulls you closer by your hip and plants a loving peck to your forehead before releasing you on your merry way. When he's assured you're out of sight, he sneaks into the jewellery store you and him walked past earlier on your spree to get you the trinket he caught your gaze linger on.

Mammon loves presents, but not for the reason everyone will first assume. While he may be an enthusiast of all things that come free, the actual reason Mammon loves presents so much is because he is addicted the sheer joy in the eyes of his loved ones when they receive a gift he grinds at hell's kitchen for, then goes and hand pick it, specifically tailored to the person's liking.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Leviathan

Levi's discovered that he has a passion for building gingerbread houses.

It was actually you who caught onto Levi's knack for creative activities; whether it's sewing costumes for a cosplay, fixing his figurine collection whenever Henry 1.0 accidentally slithered over his belongings and knocked them over, or pitching his art in a TSL covers competition.

"So, did they ever feature Ruri-hana's house in the series?" you ask Levi during one of your game nights, already mentally preparing yourself for a lecture on the subject in case the answer is yes. He beams, then proceeds to tell you in detail about the colors of the windows in Ruri-chan's house as seen on episode two hundred and thirty-seven of volume six of the anime. From there, the road to convince him to assemble a copy of it from gingerbread and sugar cookies with you was very short.

"Woahhh! this looks just like Ruri chan's house!! And we even created an exact replica of her companion from a miniature dorayaki!" Levi babbles in excitement, proud of the work you and him input into this project. "And what's the inspiration behind yours, y/n?" He ducks his head to take a closer look at the cozy looking confectionery house on your tray.

"My inspiration is my home in the human world!" You cheerfully exclaim. Levi clamps a hand over his mouth, now realizing the intent behind your shared project. Is he, actually... touched?

"W-Well in that case, we have to make it perfect! Go ahead, tell me everything about your house in the human world so we can create a perfect mini version of it. We can even make two gingerbread people to impose as you and I. Well, I mean, i-i-if you will actually want to invite someone like me into your house..."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Satan

Satan's favorite Christmas activity is secret santa since it's a good excuse to play detective.

Satan loves solving mysteries, to top that, he's also fond of games. (though, in a very different way than Levi.) Therefore, a game of secret santa, extreme devildom version, sounds like a perfect holiday tradition for him. That is, until he gets Lucifer as the person he has to give gifts to.

"This can't be happening to me." Satan announces the minute you step inside his room. Perched on an armchair, he rocks his foot nervously while staring at a piece of paper, gaze flickering back and forth between you and the note in his hand. You carefully tread between the mountains of books on the floor in order to reach to his side, wondering what exactly was the emergency he convened you in for. You crouch to see the small print on the paper in Satan's hand, the letters clearly reading out as 'Lucifer'.

"I knew I should've refused to take part in a silly human world tradition. What am I to do now? What gift could I possibly give Lucifer apart from a cursed item that turns you into a fruit, then incorporate you in Beel's shake, ultimately dooming you to live the rest of your short life inside his stomach, where no one can hear you screaming for help." Satan's sorrowful expression suddenly changing into a malicious smile, his villain like laughter echoes through the walls when his mind fogs with more and more ideas of secret-santa-presents-gone-wrong.

"Well you could do that... or, you can actually give him something nice. Imagine how much it will mess with his brain when he finds out he received a thoughtful present from you." praying reversed psychology is by your side, you attempt to save Lucifer from the fate of accidentally turning into a door knob in Satan's room as a Christmas present.

His face lights up, what's better than to play into the most unexpected scenario? always be one step ahead of your enemies. Satan cradles your face within his grasp, peppering it with kisses before he places a peck to the crown of your head.

"You are a genius, y/n!"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Asmodeus

With his love for all things beautiful, it comes as no surprise that Asmodeus' favorite are the holiday decorations.

It's known to all that Asmo has an eye for design; from his own phonecase business to nail painting, his entrepreneurship sees no boundaries. However, it is not always easy to be the sole provider of finesse to the kingdom of hell. Whenever Asmodeus needs help, the responses often flow between disinterest to plain out repulsion, leaving him to his lonesome. Of course, he could always charm someone into helping him, but there's a difference between forcing another to engage in your passion and have them genuinely take interest in it.

Its during breakfast that you hear Asmodeus sighing more than usual, cheek resting on his palm while his utensils mindlessly playing with the food on his plate. You seem to be the only one, as the others conveniently pay no mind to his dispirited look, seemingly fed up with his flair for dramatics.

"Hey Asmo, you okay?" you question, causing the latter to reveal a pitiful gaze, lip quivering and all. He immediately gushes on and on about the fact that it's nearly Christmas and none of his brothers appreciate the beauty of an illuminated backyard, tree, and essentially every nook and cranny you can turn festive.

You make the mistake of offering your services, not paying enough attention to the alarming glances the brothers had tried to sneak towards you. Unfortunately, you only realize the weight of this decision when Asmodeus drags you to the twenty seventh ornaments store of the day, quite literally, because he made you carry all of the bags. But it's the look of pure euphoria on his face that makes you pummel through it, and you can swear you've never seen him this happy before.

At last, you're done with the day. Asmodeus requests that you go through the park, stopping at a near bench and places the bags on it, finally ridding your tired hands off of the extra weight. "I promised Beel a holiday meal at his favorite restaurant in return for him to come and help us carry all of this home." Asmodeus grins and takes your hands in his own, gently massaging them. "I know today must have been a lot... thank you for coming with me. I don't think anyone else would've done this for me."

He's aware that he might be a piece of work sometimes, but he always ensures to make up for it with a hot bubble bath, a routine of some of his finest skin care and a sleepover full of your favorite activities. If the day was all about him, it's only fair that the night will be all about you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Beelzebub

in a very predictable revelation, Beelzebub's favorite is a good, comforting holiday meal.

If there's one thing that's been said about Beel many times before, its that he inhales any food regardless of what's in it, and so he's unaware of the decadence a well prepared meal guarantees. Beel disagrees, however. Like every other person, he has delicacies he absolutely indulges in, and others which he couldn't digest even if he tried. (For instance, Solomon's cooking.)

Your eyes pick up from the book in your hand when you sense someone's presence, taking notice of Beel hunching over you, practically drooling over the picture on the cover. "Hm? Oh, the picture making you hungry huh? Barbatos suggested to host a Christmas dinner in the demon castle and asked me to pick from this human world recipe book, do you want to help?"

You did not have to ask twice, within seconds Beel places you on his lap and flips through the pages with your aid. "This one has celery and leek, so I'm sure it would turn out delicious." Beel points to a certain dish. Surprised, you turn to face him. "What? As a professional eater, I know what flavor combinations elevate a dish."

"I had no idea." You state, smiling at him. For some reason, it makes you happy to learn that detail, most likely because you feel like learning about his interests in depth brings the two of you closer.

"Everyone think I just eat a lot because I'm always hungry, but in reality, I'm kind of a foodie. Of course, I'll never turn down a mc'devil, but my palate is refined enough to properly appreciate complexed things before I swallow them to the black hole that is my stomach." Beel mindlessly speaks out as his fingers slowly turn the pages, eyes scanning eagerly over the list of ingredients in every recipe.

"This Christmas dinner is going to be so tasty if cooked by Barbatos, but..." His glance shifts from the book towards you, fluttering over your frame before smoothly traveling back to your lips. "What I'm most excited for, is dessert."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Belphegor

Being somewhat of a homebody, Belphegor's favorite Christmas tradition is an annual Christmas movie marathon.

Whenever night approaches, knowing it's almost time to go to bed puts Belphegor in high spirits. He loves sleeping, but is less fond of everyone else being awake, resulting in him missing all of the action. In other words, it gives him comfort knowing his brothers, and you, are not leaving him out of some lively adventure while he comfortably snoozes away in his bed; in fact, he feels the best recognizing the tilt of your weight sinking the bed to his side, and your arms wrapping around him, lulling him to sleep.

"Can you pick the next one? I'm getting tired." Belphegor lifts his head from your shoulder to request. Beel is passed out besides him after eating an amount of candy that could fill three Halloween buckets and experiencing a sugar crash. The rest of the family retreated back to their rooms after the celebrations, leaving you and the twins on an exciting holiday night in that includes fuzzy socks, hot chocolate with whipped cream (courtesy of Beel) and a pile of Christmas movies. Which is all you needed, really. By the first twenty minutes of the next movie, you already chuckle at the soft, hot breaths at the shell of your ear. You pull the blanket over the both of you, accidentally waking Belphegor up from his nap.

"It's pretty late, why don't we make it a party for two in the attic?" Belphegor whispers, careful not to wake up his brother. You giggle your way into a soft bed, but the arms inviting you into their embrace are even more captivating. Locking you in his grasp, Belphegor tangles your legs together to be near you in every possible way, not allowing even one inch to part you. His fingers brush through your hair as his breath ghost over your pair, leaving the slightest distance so he can smirk at you, gaze dripping with lust.

"It's your fault for making me watch all these romantic movies, making me want you all for myself. And you being in my bed gives me all kinds of ideas." He hoists your leg over his waist. "I think that with you around, Christmas might just be my favorite holiday. Promise me we'll do that every year?"

#but it turns from wholesome to nasty the further down u go #lol tricked yall with belphies part :p #this came out longer than i expected #obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Obey Me! Masterlist

Random HC's

Little Rain Clouds 2 3

Dream Eaters 2 3

Honey, I shrunk the Devildom 2, 3

Re-Enchanted Pudding 2 3

Devil’s Smile 2 3

In the Middle of the Night 2 3

Forgetting Something? 2

They Said No... 2 3

A Bout of Bad Luck

Longer Stuff

Operation Stay Away Cupid Masterlist- Completed Series💞

Made with Love- 2

Lucifer 💿

Gone Swimming

Gifted Records

Another Layer

A Simple Gift

Mammon🥇

Eggs and Bacon

Teacups

Road Trip

Retail Therapy

House Rules

Another Layer

Golden Touch

Take One Please

Golden Rings

Bigger Bling

Leviathan🕹️

Online Shopping

Saying Goodbye

Lost Composure

High Score

Satan📚

Seaside B&B

A Demon's Duty

Asmodeus💄

It's More

Sweater Weather

Your Beautiful Self

Who Should I Be?

Beel ��

Follow Your Nose

Being Human Isn't so Baaaad

Advent Calendar

Sweet Toothed and Sorry

For Sweeter Dreams

Tastes Like Apples

Belphegor💤

A Winters Nap

Sipping on Starlight

Countdown

Like the Dead

Barbatos🌹

Little Rose

Gingerbread Walls

Tea for Two

'Scary' Movie Night

Solomon🔮

Dinner Dates

Different Results

Honesty

Fruit Cake Fear

Simeon😇

A Birthday Trip

Angelic Insecurities

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader

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popiacopia · 6 months

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I mean, what you celebrate doesn't necessarily have to be Christmas. It could be Yule, the Christians stole that from the Pagans.

This is very true— Christmas is a mix of non-Christian holidays from all around the world. And recently, it has become very… Neutral, is the word? You see lots of Christmas advertising. But it is more Santa than the “Messiah,” sì?

I have nothing against Yule. I have celebrated it before many times, and I always enjoy it! But it is different than Christmas. Yule does not have the gingerbread houses, or the Christmas Carol story, or the reindeer, or the little cartoons that play every year. Sure, Yule is just as ancient and important to people. But the traditions are not as popular as Christmas.

I do enjoy Yule, but I also wonder what it is like to experience the other side of things. What it is like for the rest of the world. I wouldn’t want to go to a Christmas Mass at a Catholic church or anything, but something small would be nice.

But like I said— November. Too early, too early! And although Satan encourages blasphemy, I don’t think he would like his infernal mouthpiece singing carols... No matter how catchy they are. It would not look good.

#popiacopia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ask blog #rp blog

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chirp-a-chirp · 1 year

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Obey Me: It’s a Wonderful Life

Fandom: Obey Me

Couple: Diavolo X MC (MC gender neutral, they/them pronouns); obey me brothers + Barbatos are referenced/make a brief appearance

Word: ~1000

Sugar/Fluff Level: 10/10 *No need for Barbatos to provide sugar, story has plenty of it*

Prompt: Those cliched traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you - part of Tis the Season for Love event from @voltage-vixen

Description: Diavolo and MC enjoy as Christmas date and watching a classic Christmas movie.

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If anyone should oppose celebrating Christmas, it should have been the prince of the Devildom.

Diavolo, however, loved the idea of Christmas. He saw it as another example of how humans were so joyful and community-focused. Diavolo had asked a flurry of questions to MC about the traditions that occurred during Christmas—MC had always found Christmas to be a bit of commercialized hassle, but Diavolo’s enthusiasm made them excited to be celebrating this Christmas with the eager prince.

Diavolo had promised MC a Christmas-themed date at the Castle. Barbatos lead them upstairs to Diavolo’s room.

“Be prepared MC. The Young Master may have gone overboard.” Barbatos bowed and left before MC could see his smirk. MC opened the door and quickly realized Barbatos was not exaggerating.

A beautifully decorated ten-foot Christmas tree was in one corner of the room. In another corner was a table with a Christmas tree ornament making station and tons of sugary Christmas goodies (frosted sugar cookies, candy canes, a gingerbread house that rivaled the size of apartments back on Earth). The smell of hot chocolate permeated the air—hot chocolate, chestnuts and…burnt cloth?!

MC turned to see Diavolo frantically putting out a small fire by the fireplace. When the smoke cleared, MC saw Diavolo holding the burnt remains of two stockings.

“Chestnuts roasting over an open fire,” muttered the prince, poking at the charred stockings. “Where did I go wrong?” MC burst out laughing.

“MC!” Diavolo turned at MC’s laughter, putting the stockings on the fireplace mantle. The prince wore black slacks and a gaudy Christmas sweater featuring a dog with reindeer antlers and a red nose like Rudolf chasing several balls. The balls were all bells that jingled as Diavolo jaunted over to MC as they admired the tree.

“Chestnuts are cooked in a pot my love, not stockings,” MC grinned.

“Ah, that explains the fire!” Diavolo beamed. “What do you think of the tree? It was decorated mostly by the brothers.” The tree contained strings of red and white sparking lights and lots of handmade painted ornaments. The creators of the ornaments were rather obvious—yellow and black pictures of MC from Mammon, video game themed ornaments from Levi, cat-shaped ornaments from Satan, bright pink spheres with tons of glitter from Asmo, and dark blue globes with white sparkles like stars in the sky from Belphie. Strings of popcorn were scattered throughout the tree from Beel—well, mostly strings covered in drool that clung like icicles with the occasional popcorn puff not found by the demon of gluttony. A star emanating a brilliant white light topped the tree from Lucifer.

“It’s beautiful Dia. It fully captures the beauty and chaos of the brothers,” MC murmured. “They’re all so different, yet together, they make quite a familial unit.”

“Speaking of the brothers, how did you manage to get away from them?” Diavolo wrapped an arm around MC.

“I found a rare cursed record Lucifer thought he’d lost.” MC leaned their head against Diavolo. “Mammon got into debt with witches and was going to try and sell it. Lucifer’s strung him up the rafters for the evening. How did you convince Barbatos to leave your paperwork?”

“I asked for a few hours off as an early Christmas gift.” Diavolo tilted his head to lean on top of MC’s. MC chuckled as the future king of the Devildom was still kept to task by the ever diligent Barbatos. “I did promise to get back to work after we finished watching the movie. What did you bring?”

“It’s a classic—It’s a Wonderful Life.” MC moved from Diavolo to put the movie in the projector Diavolo had procured.

“The movie sounds very appropriate. My life has been wonderful since you came to the Devildom.” Diavolo smiled softly and settled on a nearby loveseat.

“Such a charmer you are,” teased MC, as they sat in Diavolo’s lap.

“It’s the truth, MC.” Diavolo kissed the top of MC’s head. MC snuggled closer and turned the movie on. As the movie began, MC stated that the movie had some memorable quotes that made it really special.

Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. “Our biggest success in life is our ability to form meaningful connections with those around us.” Diavolo wrapped his arms around MC’s waist. “Your ability to form friendships with everyone is your biggest strength, MC.”

Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. And when he isn’t around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he? “George Bailey is someone who puts his personal desires on hold, again and again, for the betterment of others. He responds to moments of crisis within his community with dignity and compassion. He reminds me of you Dia.” MC entwined their fingers with Diavolo’s as they uttered the words.

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you, MC. You seem to have a calling for helping others.”

Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings. MC tapped a bell on Diavolo’s sweater. “I think it applies to devils too, Dia.” Diavolo chuckled and kissed MC on the cheek. His wings gently sprung out from specially made slits in his sweater. The wings became an impromptu cocoon as Diavolo enveloped MC in his embrace further.

As the movie faded to black, Diavolo turned to MC. “I see why you love this movie. It’s message is pure—help others, embrace friendship, and don’t give up.”

“Yes.” MC traced a finger across Diavolo’s cheek. “I find that message to be the true meaning of Christmas.” Diavolo lowered his eyes and bit his lip. MC’s eyes widened in worry. “What’s wrong?”

“I told Barbatos I’d get back to work after finishing the movie.” Diavolo kissed MC lightly on the lips. “I find myself not wanting to leave.” MC smiled as they took the remote and started the movie again.

“You said you’d get back to work once the movie was finished. You never said how often you’d watch the movie until we were finished.” MC encircled their hands around Diavolo’s neck as they kissed him.

“That is true.” Diavolo folded his wings around MC as he deepened the kiss. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo x mc #diavolo fluff #its a wonderful life #obey me brothers #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me shall we date

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wednesdaysgun · 1 year

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snow is fallin, all around you (wednesday x tyler)

Tyler’s mother had loved Christmas, always forced his excitable young self and his grouchy father out into the snow to play for hours on end. One of the rare times he’d seen his father truly smile, playing with him and his mother as snowflakes fell. But now those memories washed over him like a bucket of ice water, drowning any warm feelings that he may have felt. Christmas was a time of dread in the Galpin household, his father bought him presents that he would pretend to enjoy out of sympathy, which would then never be touched again after Boxing Day. They’d sit there in silence as ill-fitting Christmas music played over a shitty stereo, his father drinking as Tyler looked at the pictures on the wall for a way out. Morticia and Gomez’ invitation to the Addam’s Estate for the winter came at the most excellent time. His father had been cold, excuse the pun, since the investigation was closed and he had been protected from the authorities. Maybe his son committing such atrocities, or even him having to go against his own law book, had been enough for him to somewhat disown Tyler in his mind. Let alone the sheriff’s distaste for a certain black-haired beauty that may or may not have been his new master.

So, he went to the Addams’. For a family so backwards in the most eccentric way, their celebration was truly wonderful. Seeing Wednesday’s parents under the mistletoe, watching Pugsley wrap fairy lights around Thing so hard he lost circulation on his index. Even Wednesday got into the spirit for her family. “Christmas is the celebration of false religion and commercialism. Nothing says Happy Birthday to God like buying out the Christmas decoration section at Walmart, or making silly little gingerbread men you’re bound to decapitate. I’d simply rather cut out the middle man, the middle man being Jesus, and decapitate the Ginger bastards on my own time.” Wednesday ranted, pacing back and forth. Tyler simply watched this outcry occur, noting this may have been the most she had ever spoken at one interval. Enid would’ve piped up if she’d been there, stepping in to at least try and defend the Christmas Spirit that laid dormant in her until November. Tyler hoped it was Wednesday becoming comfortable around him, but he assumed she simply really hated the Holidays. Probably as she was destined to return home, without him.

Then seeing him turn up after Lurch had vanished for a few hours, collecting him from Jericho and landing him on the doorstep like a present from Krampus himself. Wednesday refused the smile that begged to take her lips, simply grabbing him and pulling him into the house and into her arms. He looked beautiful, his face and skin tinged red from the cold. She smelt intoxicating, he thought to himself in her embrace, like gasoline and cinnamon. He’d pay for not telling her Morticia’s plan sooner, but right now she just wanted to bask in his presence without thinking of homicide. Satan, he had changed her. She loved thinking of homicide at the holidays. Waking up in Wednesday’s coffin, he noticed the heat that radiated from her form. Curled up around him, like a black cat. Arms still crossed over her chest, like that would change regardless of her sleeping state. A soft grin formed over his face, bringing his digits to unplait her hair from the night before. He’d had much practise now with her iconic braids, how to gently untangle them so he could redo it soon after. Standing behind her as she watched him in the mirror, instructing him what part of hair needed to go where. He got the hang of it, a self-proclaimed quick learner when it came to her commands. Nothing got her more than watching him focusing so heavily on her hair, then seeing his head duck to her neck, nipping and biting in a way that makes her positively shudder. She wakes up at his fingers grazing her scalp, and as soon as her eyes open to meet his he is back at square one again. Even the Hyde is humming in content, his Master looking up at him. The Hyde felt protected, safe. All because of the small little human.

“Morning, monster.” He said affectionately, voice still dripping with sleep. It was a low rumble in his chest, next to his love’s ear. Tyler felt her shift at the nickname, making him feel somewhat more secure. “Morning.” Wednesday replies curtly, still not breaking the eye contact. She still couldn’t bring herself to call him a nickname, blaming the PTSD from her parents. His hands run through her long hair, coming up to rest behind her nack and cradle her face. Giving her a soft kiss, both their hearts skip the same beat. Suddenly, the door to Wednesday’s childhood room breaks open. Uncle Fester and Pugsley run in, babbling excitedly as their heavy footsteps reverberate through the wood of the coffin. Tyler jumps. Wednesday hides a grin. “Do you mind? Pugsley, if you forget your manners again when coming in here I will not hesitate to reteach you.” The little boy grinned at the thought. He’d missed their waterboarding sessions while she was away. “Excuse the intrusion, stormcloud!” Fester booms, “It’s snowing and the little blister wanted you and Tyler to play.” Play? Who does Pugsley think his sister is, defective? Before a word can come from her lips to send the two on their way, Tyler pipes up with a look Wednesday had not yet seen in his eyes. “It’s snowing?” He questions Pugsley, all but vibrating with excitement. Tyler jumps to his feet from the coffin, leaving Wednesday feeling suddenly cold, and runs to the windows. Her brother and her boyfriend rip either windows’ curtains apart, pulling a hiss from Wednesday at the sudden light in the room. So many distractions at the Addams’ house, she noted. The three boys are jumping in excitement, and Wednesday’s heart does melt. Only a small bit. Her uncle and brother run to find Gomez and Morticia, leaving the two in the room alone once more. “I never knew you liked the snow so much,” Wednesday questioned. “It makes sense.” He truly was a little golden retriever, it should have made her stomach churn. Standing up and slinking her way to his standing dorm, she watches his stance reduce to fit hers. His cheeks reddened in a way she adored, so sweetly. “Our family used to be really big on Christmas.” She didn’t need to know how deep the scar ran. “I missed it, is all.” Understatement of the year, and she can see it. Of course she can, she can feel it. Every-time he lies or tells a half-truth, she gets it out of him in record time. Wednesday chose not to pry for once, instead wrapping her arms around his waist and watching him fully sink into her form. Feeling his warmth once again. “It just so happens that your new family is just as big on Christmas,” Tylers eyes lit up, “So you make me a coffee, we’ll get ready, and I’ll run you through the rules of the Addams Graveyard Snow Fight.” She instructed. He litters small pecks all over her face and she tries desperately not to let the skin flush. Her efforts are in vain. “Yes Wednesday.” He smiles, eyes flashing a second of golden yellow at the command. And for a second, just a small one, Tyler feels at home again. In this strange house that creaks like its breathing, with his girlfriend who has slowly let the ice of her exterior melt for him. It’s not what he was used to, but god was it needed.

“Good boy.” The nickname awakes death moths in his stomach, clawing their way through the skin. Tyler smirks, simply scooping the smaller being into his arms and running through the house. Wednesday protests, hitting his chest and demanding to be let down, but he just laughs. Carrying her bridal style through the family home’s twisting halls, past her parents room. The elder couple do not say a word, sharing a look they know all too well. Their little storm cloud has found her thunder.

#wednesday x tyler #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #fester adams #pugsley addams #christmas fic because fuck you

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 5 months

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It was time for some presents! For Striker; Fizz had send him two letters. One had card which was shaped like a cowboy hat, on the other side was somewhat heart waming thank you letter for him to kidnap the jester, and still bringing him and Blitz back together. The other letter was bit more thicker. It did contain a gift. If you opened it, it turned out to be a glitter bomb mixed up with itching powder. For Chaz; Fizz had never seen the guy, but had some random gifts at his house he decided to deliver in a random address just for fun. There was a letter that said this was from 'Secret Santa'. There was a box which had a small plastic bag with battery inside and a note that said 'Gift not included'. There were also a water bottle and the etiquette said "Melted Snowman". There were also small box of home made gingerbread hearts in the gift box. Too bad those were made by Fizz so they didn't taste as good as they looked. For Robo Fizz; For his robot counterpart Fizz had bought a custom made jester outfit to wear. Not only the outfit but few new pairs of heart shaped shades and a card that said "Merry Sinsmas, hope your next year will be as epic as this one" For Ozzie; This was a gift he had to give him face to face. Fizz was holding a self wrapped package in his hands, with a wide grin on his face. "Merry Sinsmas Ozzie! Hope you like it, if not I'll throw myself out of this building" he was joking tho.. maybe. The gift included custom made bathrobe that were purpleish-blue colored. Ozzie's name was embroided on the back of the bathrobe. There were also some different sented fizzy bathbombs in there.

Striker

The cowboy was quite surprised he got anything from someone who he pointed a gun to last time they saw eachother, and while the cowboy hat shape was a bit on the nose, he supposed it was a thank you either way, which he appreciated despite the odd circumstances of it. With the other letter he felt it over and the powdery contents made him suspicious so the moment he pulled the letter open he covered it with his hat, thankfully saving most of him from the blast, but also covering his favorite hat in glitter and itching powder "SATAN DAMNITT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WASH THIS NOW!? THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"Everyone around him heavily disagreed.

Chaz

Chaz was pleasantly surprised at the random package, chuckling a bit at the battery one, getting the joke and the battery itself came in handy for the TV remote, so he didn't need to stop posing sexily on the couch to change stuff. The water he downed quickly due to his constant need for fluids, not even noticing the label, and same with the Gingerbread cookies, which he quickly regretted not having water right there to wash them down, so he did get up after all.

Robofizz

The moment he was alone he happily twirled with the outfit held to their chest, giggling, smiling at the letter, quickly trying the outfit to his further pleasure, adjusting them to his likes before putting some of the shades on, doing a selfie with the letter with a grin and posting it with the caption "Right back at you Handsome!" Making sure to at Fizz. Overall a present he really liked., Totally something he will wear a lot.

Ozzie

"I really do wish you wouldn't joke like that Fizzy, but I'll see it, I'm sure I'll love it anyway". The sin opens the package and unfurls the robe, jaw dropping before he giggles in happiness, slinging it on over his clothes with a smile "Oh this is beautiful Fizzy! You really do spoil me"Ozzie says, spinning around to see how it twirls, chuckling cause he loves it so much, before noticing the Fizzy bath bombs in the package, chuckling before he smirks, tossing one up and grabbing it mid air "Fizzy Bathbombs, cute~ But there's one kind of Fizz I'd want in the bath with me even more, I think you know him~"The sin said, bending down to cup Fizz's face with a warm smile, though with a bit of lewdness to it to. Sin of Lust and all.

#//Sorry this took all day #was busy playing games I got but I love every present #there perfect XP #peppy jester #~gold. grins. and grit~ [striker]#~slippery charm~ [chaz]#~a spark lit smile~ (robofizz)#~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#~hello onlooker!~ [ask]

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seeing as the Ministry is Satanic, i don't imagine they'd celebrate Christmas per se, but i think they'd have some sort of Yule/secular holiday celebration for this time of year

aka i'm suffering from major writer's block and work is draining every ounce of energy i have, so i have no juicy content as of right now but i thought of these headcannons and wanted to share :•)

Tags/Warnings: none !

SFW & gn!reader

Primo

The one to pay the most attention to the greenery. He dictates where all of the holly is hung, where the ivy lay, and where the tree would look best. He’s often keen on decorating with birch as a sort of nod to Krampus

By extension, any burning of seasonal plants (including incense) is often overseen by him. Depending on the day, or even his mood, he’ll request a different burn

Also very particular about the creation of the Yule Altar every year. He’s picky on which plants/decorations are to be used, though he delegates most of the aesthetics and organization to Terzo

Always the overseer of the rituals, ensuring his brothers are adhering to tradition and honoring how they should

Enjoys smelling candles with you; he’s used to the traditional ones used in service but when you introduce him to the world of scented candles, he could smell them with you for hours

Perfectly content to just sit and watch the snow fall with you by his side. He’s been known to doze off on a few occasions

The type of person to get you a gift/gifts you didn’t know you wanted. Things you never mentioned wanting or didn’t know you needed. He somehow always knows exactly what to get you

This does not extend to the packaging. He’s never been the greatest at it, so he usually suffices with a simple bag or some ribbon

Secondo

Pretends to be annoyed by the mistletoe, but ends up purposefully walking under it. Often

Pesters Terzo to put emphasis on the inclusion of wassail. And then proceeds to drink more than he knows he should during celebrations

Surprisingly super good at creating wreaths. Primo always comes to him with the plants, Terzo with the fabrics, and he always delivers some of the finest wreaths in the Ministry

Runs hot like a furnace, so he’s more than eager to be the one to warm you up when you’re cold

No matter how many times you offer to teach him how to properly wrap gifts, he refuses to learn. Every year he claims “it’s not that hard.” His gifts often don’t come wrapped, though he claims it’s “intentional” to “save paper for everyone else”

Terzo

Ever the decorator. Pulls out all of the stops to ensure every corner of the Ministry is festive—and you best believe it’s done so with taste. And opulence

Also a very big proponent of the feast. He practically curates the menu every year, taking tradition and yet creatively implementing unique tastes and experiences

Loves the caroling aspect. He’s constantly singing. Like, more than he does on a typical day; he knows he can get away with it during the holidays because it’s “part of tradition”

Carries mistletoe around just so he can pull it out when he wants a kiss

Loves to cuddle with you by the fireplace. He thinks it’s romantic

Goes absolutely overboard with gift-giving for everyone. That extends to the amount of gifts, how they’re wrapped, and how dramatic he is when you finally open them (he likes watching your reaction)

Copia

Loves to do gingerbread houses/people. He is not good at it, and is fully aware of that fact, but that doesn’t take away from the joy he gets from it, especially when it's with you

Decorating the tree is one of his favorite parts as well. Although Terzo would hate him for it, Copia doesn’t care about making it look ‘nice’, he wants to make it look personal and unique with trinkets and accessories

Furthermore, he's the type of person to insist that everyone get their own unique bauble/ornament that they have to hang

Constantly afraid that you’re freezing to death, so he insists on bundling you up and offering his own jackets/gloves/whatever it is for you to wear

Loves loves loves matching with you. Whether it be ugly sweaters or pajamas, he adores matching clothes with you

Despite how sore he gets afterward, he’s like a child in the snow: snowball fights, catching snowflakes on his tongue, etc. He always asks excitedly if you’d want to build a snowman with him

The type of person to keep a list all year long of the things you’ve mentioned you like and/or want. He’s also the type of person to theme his gifts/wrapping paper/basically everything. He always insists you don’t have to give him anything in return, but he cares more about how excited you get when he opens your gifts

#ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus #papa x reader #clown's stuff

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Winter Moments — Mammon

Day Two of K’rasu’s Christmas Advent

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Summary: Mc becomes worried when they notice Mammon’s absence following a conversation about Christmas traditions in the human world.

Category: Gen

Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Mammon & Main Character, Mammon & Reader, Mammon & You

Characters: Mammon, Main Character

Additional Tags: Satan (briefly), Asmodeus (briefly), Beelzebub (briefly), Belphegor (briefly), mentions of Christmas/ Christmas traditions, advent, advent calendar, worried MC, gender not specified for MC, they/ them pronouns used for MC, MC has no name, no Beta, Day Two of Anon-K’rasu’s Christmas Advent

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Winter Moments — Mammon

Day Two of K’rasu’s Winter Advent

“... Christmas trees, carolling, making decorations, stockings, yule logs, movies…” Belphie listed them off on his fingers.

“They also said nativity plays, exchanging cards, eggnog, and gingerbread houses.” Asmo continued the list with an excitable nod. “Oh! And giving gifts, of course!”

“What was the difference between Santa Claus and secret Santa again?” Beel mused aloud in a thoughtful voice.

“Are ugly sweaters really a tradition in the human world?” Satan asked curiously.

“Humans have this many traditions just for Christmas, huh?” Mammon said with a thoughtful hum.

“Oh!” A thought suddenly crossed your mind, “I forgot about advent calendars!”

You were met with five blank stares.

“What’s an advent calendar?” Mammon asked.

“It’s a calendar that’s used to countdown the twenty-four days until Christmas from the first of December,” you explained, “you open one door each day and receive gift, usually it’s just a piece of chocolate or a small toy, but nowadays the gifts inside advent calendars vary depending on which company makes them.”

You glanced at each of the demons only to see their confusion deepen.

“Some companies will offer advent calendars that contain stuff like perfume or candles, depending on how expensive the calendar is.” You elaborated. “And some even only have twelve doors rather than twenty-four.”

“So whoever has an advent calendar gets a present everyday for twenty-four days?” Mammon murmured to himself with an awed expression. “Man, humans are real lucky.”

“There’s loads of other traditions too,” you steered the conversation back to its original topic again, “how about we write our list down and then vote on which human world traditions you guys want to try? We can get Lucifer and Levi to vote too…”

In the days after your discussion about Christmas traditions with the brothers, you noticed that Mammon spent less time at the House of Lamentation and was quick to leave RAD after classes, even going as far as chancing Lucifer’s fury and skipping out on student council duties and meetings.

You soon found yourself staring at Mammon’s empty seat at the dinner table during mealtimes while a worrying thought began to surface in your mind.

“Mammon’s absent again?” Asmo pointed out as his eyes followed your gaze to the vacant seat.

“He’s been doing shifts at Hell’s Kitchen in the evenings nearly every day this week,” Beel said.

“Hell’s Kitchen?” Levi blinked at his younger brother with a confused expression. “I saw him working in Electric Demon after RAD this week.”

“I swear he was working on the checkout at Devilmart when it was my turn to do grocery shopping yesterday,” Asmo murmured to himself.

“I’ve heard that he’s been picking up consecutive shifts all over the Devildom,” Satan said as he shook his head with a sigh, “and he hasn’t been coming home until late at night. He must’ve ran himself into debt again and he’s trying to pay it off before the bills fall into Lucifer’s hands.”

“Don’t look so worried,” Asmo chuckled as his eyes returned to you, “Mammon’s doing stuff like this all the time, I’m sure he’s fine.”

You tried to push your worrisome thoughts to the back of your mind as you set aside a meal for the second-born demon and tried to turn your attention towards your RAD homework instead, but you couldn’t help growing more concerned as the hours ticked away and Mammon still had yet to return home.

Later that night, you gave his bedroom door a soft knock and peered inside, only to frown when you found that the room was dark and vacant before you closed the door again and headed back to your own room where you found yourself listlessly checking the time on your D.D.D every so often before you eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

“Hey, Mc.”

You woke up to the sound of a whispered voice and someone gently shaking your shoulder.

“Wake up for a sec, will ya?”

“Mammon?” You asked in a groggy voice as you slowly propped yourself up on your pillows and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s about half past twelve.”

“In the morning?” You yawned as you felt around your bed for your D.D.D.

When you finally located the device, you pressed the wake button and turned your unfocused gaze towards the homescreen, you recoiled slightly as the brightness of the D.D.D screen made your eyes sting and squinted while you waited for your eyes to adjust before you tried to look at the screen again.

00:38

Tuesday 13th December

“Have you just got home?” You asked as you became more aware of your surroundings and turned your attention towards the Avatar of Greed with a frown.

“I got home not long ago,” Mammon nodded earnestly, “I was gonna wait until morning, but I wanted to give ya this as soon as I could!”

Mammon held out a handmade advent calendar.

Mammon watched you with a tentative expression as you took the calendar into your own hands to inspect it closely before you found the first door and opened it to find a slip of paper inside.

You carefully unravelled the slip of paper to find a note scrawled across it in Mammon’s handwriting that read:

A candlelit dinner with the great Mammon at Ristorante Six

You stared down at the words written across the paper.

“There’s a different surprise just for you written on a note behind each door,” Mammon’s voice pulled you from your stupor, “some of them are gifts and some of them are… well… you get the idea…” he let his sentence trail off as he averted his eyes and a deep blush crossed his cheeks.

You felt your eyes widened as realisation dawned upon you, “wait, so all of those shifts you’ve been working—?”

“Yeah…” Mammon nodded sheepishly as he ruffled his hair nervously and refused to meet your gaze, “...I wanted to treat ya to summin’ special. I know this calendar only has twelve doors, so…” he paused for a moment before he forced his eyes to meet yours and continued, “let’s celebrate the full twenty-four days together next year, okay?”

You felt a smile spread across your face as you nodded at the demon.

“I bet ya don’t get advent calendars like this in the human world,” the demon returned your smile with his usual grin but the blush that still tinted his cheeks gave him away, “so… uh… what d’ya think?”

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Chapter 8 (SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count: 2,081 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I dub this chapter the talkative chapter. I didn't realize I added so many verbal interactions. 😅

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"Beel, did you buy out an entire grocery store?" You asked incredulously.

"Mary? The elderly lady we met at the market?" You asked, gently taking the bag from his hand.

"I don't recall extending an invitation to you, Mammon," Solomon said, amused at the demon's antic.

"It ain't fair ya get to go on a road trip with (y/n). I wanted to join ya. The more the merrier, y'know," Mammon nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Speaking of, more the merrier," Solomon said as he opened one of the back doors to reveal Levi crouched behind the driver's seat. "Hello, Leviathan. I also do not recall inviting you."

"Levi? Mammon? Seriously?" You attempted to reprimand them, but witnessing their childish jealousy, you couldn't maintain your composure. The brothers were adorable when they got jealous.

"Let us join, will ya?" Mammon pleaded, his eyes growing in size as if trying to display his best puppy eyes impression. Levi followed suit to implore for your permission.

"Maybe I shouldn't be driving," he teased in return.

"Solomon!" You yelled and slapped his arm, evoking a laugh from him. "My life just flashed before my eyes!"

Even though he initially laughed, his mood shifted to a serious tone as he spoke with more tenderness. "Your well-being and safety are my top priorities. I would never let anything happen to you."

"Aww, you're so sweet," you giggled, settling back in your seat as your heart returned to a normal pace. "So, where are we going? You never told me."

"Didn't you have a wish to see the aurora borealis?"

"Well, if you hadn't left it open on your bed, I would have had the pleasure to skim through the poetic pages," he playfully joked.

You stared at him blankly for a moment before replying dryly, "That was a terrible joke."

"You always know everything that is going on, don't you? You should change your title from sorcerer to detective," you giggled and shook your head. "He is fine. Thankfully..."

"Yeah, a human who met the dinosaurs before the meteors took them out," you laughed wholeheartedly, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow.

"You know, along with your well-being, I also care about your happiness," Solomon whispered as he ruffled your hair. "We can't have you disappointed, now can we?"

"How did you...?" You muttered under your breath.

"I created the spell...solely for you..."

Platonic:

When the sorcerer disclosed that he had created this spell solely for you, you were at a loss for words. Did your happiness matter to him to this extent?

As you held back tears, you mustered a whisper of gratitude and returned your gaze to the skies. The sorcerer, in response, affectionately rested a hand on your head and smiled.

Romantic:

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