#Like Lucifer is like 'hm. Maybe he's nice'

[mire1li]

Reader as Alastor's Mother part 3

So I took a little while oops Part 1!, Part 2!

𓋼 You brush his hair every morning. He pretends to find it annoying but he secretly loves it.

Whenever you'd brush his hair, you'd sometimes mention how short it was and that you couldn't do any hairstyles with it, which, on one hand, was good for his pride, but on the other hand, made you sad which also made him slightly sad. So he made the very rational decision to grow his hair out for you so that you could style it one day!

"Alastor, is your hair longer than before?"

"Hm? Is it?" he would never admit he did it for you! 𓋼 At one point, you were in the lobby with everyone else and you started wondering about Alastor's ears since he never actually mentioned anything, of course, you remembered Charlie's constant pleading to pet him, to which he always refused with his typical "Ha! No.", which made you more curious, if perhaps you could get away with it as his mother.

So, only naturally, you placed your hand atop his head and pet him, his ears lightly twitching. Charlie squealed. Of course she did.

"Oh my gosh! Can I do that too?!" she asked

"Haha! Absolutely not."

She wasn't very happy. She ended up pouting the entire day, Vaggie having to comfort her. To Charlie, it was like someone telling her not to pet a cute cat! Absolutely heartbreaking 𓋼 On that specific day, you also asked if he had a tail, and considering he had ears, it would make sense for there to be a tail too. Of course, silly Alastor was too embarrassed to answer in front of everyone, so he avoided the question!

"You're very positive today, Mother, did something good happen?"

"Nothing in particular, so about your tail-!"

"That's for me to know and you to… maybe, find out, Mother!"

You asked him about it again when you two weren't around the others, so he decided to show you! it was a nice revelation. 𓋼 You noticed that the shadow Alastor has following you around all the time, sometimes disappears, so you used that opportunity to go meet Lucifer as he invited you for tea countless times, and who are you to decline such a kind invitation?

When Alastor realised he couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel, he panicked and searched every inch of it multiple times, until Vaggie had finally had enough and asked him what happened.

"What are you doing, Alastor?"

"Searching for my Mother! She's gone missing, you see!" of course, he had a menacing look on his face.

"She mentioned she was going out for a while"

"Oh? And did she say… where?"

"Nope, well anyway, good luck!"

Yeah, Vaggie just left him. So he waited for you patiently at the hotel entrance. When you finally returned, he clung to you like his life depended on it, asking you many questions. 𓋼 I feel like whenever the Overlords had important, confidential, meetings, Alastor would immediately return to the hotel and tell you all about them, whether it be out of spite or fun. You definitely enjoyed knowing all the things going on in hell. 𓋼 You and Niffty put makeup on him when he was asleep and pinned his hair back (Alastor was pretending to sleep, just letting you two do your thing). Angel started laughing and giving him silly nicknames when he saw his hair, which inevitably caused him to shake his head very fast, removing the pin from his hair. 𓋼 Your first birthday with everyone. Of course, Alastor threw you a party. It was meant to be a surprise but considering he’s always with you, you found out because he was more secretive than before (you managed to guilt-trip him into telling you what he was hiding) 𓋼 For Christmas (if you celebrate it), you decorate Alastor with Christmas lights! He says he hates it but he definitely doesn’t, although it certainly made him a little bit scarier when he did that spooky thing with his eyes!

"Mother. Please do explain again why you decided to put christmas lights on me."

"You're more colourful this way!" you turned the lights on, so that now they were switching between multiple colours

Angel and Niffty ended up hanging a few baubles on his antlers too, before he noticed. 𓋼 Charlie had asked about your time alive so you began telling her, and everyone else who was listening, about some silly stories! When Alastor came into the lobby and heard you telling an embarrassing story about him, his ears lightly twitched and flattened against his head. He was just a little bit embarrassed.

Of course, he tried to leave again, unnoticed, however, the all-too bubbly charlie saw him and invited him to join.

"Alastor! [Name] was just telling us stories, come join us!"

"No"

"Alastor, darling, Charlie is being very kind! You need to be around these souls more! Come join."

Of course, he can't say no to you, so he ended up sitting by your side as you continued to tell the story about him, you lightly pet him and hugged him from time to time. Although his ears still stayed flat against his head. 𓋼 You wanted to make a flower crown, but since no flowers actually existed in hell, you had to make do with other things (paper). Yes, you made paper flowers and then turned them into a makeshift flower crown, which you then placed on top of Alastor's head.

"Mother?"

"Darling, I made you a paper flower crown!" 𓋼 Alternatively, you may've decided to sneak out again to find Lucifer.

"Luci, can you sneak us into Heaven?"

"Heaven?! Why?"

"I need flowers"

"Why would you need flowers?"

"To make Alastor a flower crown!"

Yeah, he wasn't too excited about that idea but he still agreed, although it did take a bit of… bribery…

"I'll… give you a kiss if you agree!"

"Let's go!" he opened the portal immediately and took you with him.

In the end, you got all the flowers you needed (after being chased out by Lute and Adam), so you were both… somewhere in hell, for sure.

"So… about what you said, before I got us into Heaven…"

"Oh, right!" You never specified where you'd kiss him so you simply kissed his cheek, he was a little disappointed but it's alright, you got Alastor a lovely flower crown! 𓋼 I feel like he would've been very afraid of spiders when he was alive, and then you were left with the task to exterminate any that entered your home (whether or not you were also afraid) 𓋼 You were quite a fan of new technology (though not completely obsessed), it made life far easier for you, though Alastor always 'confiscated' everything when he was around as he wasn't too keen on it.

"Mother, I don't see what you like about this device so much."

"It's simple to use and makes things quite a bit simpler than back when we were alive."

"I think it's pointless."

"Yes, you've always been a fan of radio… I see that obsession has stuck, even after death"

"It is not an obsession, Mother. I prefer 'fascination'!"

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[vcill]

Heya 🫰🏻

Could I request something like "What the brothers would say to you to get you into the mood"?

I love your writing and am very curious about your ideas 👀

Thanks for requesting!

Lucifer:

He's the devil for a reason.

Would act the complete opposite then how he's usually does in bed.

If you have a praise kink, time to go crazy!!

Starts off innocent, probably asks you to sit on his lap and tell him about your day.

Will listen to every word, if you say you did well on test he'll tell you how proud he is to be able to be with someone so smart and pretty/handsome.

If it's the opposite, and you ended up failing, instead of one of his many lectures, he tells you it's okay and he'll give you extra help next time.

Slowly starts to rub your thigh or back as you continue giving you kisses here and there.

Hums in acknowledgment as you continue on about your day. Probably moves you from his desk towards his bed.

Lays you down on your stomach and will tells you it's a massage but the slick bastard won't say what kind.

You'll definitely find out once his cold his slip down in to your clothes and start toying with you .

Tells you to keep talking as he continues, if you asked what he's done the only response is: "Don't worry about it sweet thing, why don't you continue where you left off, hm?"

Next thing you know, he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow while still making you tell him about your day, if you stop, he stops.

If you ended up not doing too well in the school day, its a slap on the ass for each thing that you told him.

Pretty much is just comforting then uses it against you.

This is pretty much one of the "softer" ways he gets you in the mood, even if you somehow don't catch on right away.

Mammon:

Once again, Mammon did something to get in trouble. If it wasn't with Lucifer, then probably the witches, or his brothers- maybe even Diavalo.

Regardless, this is probably the right time this week and it wasn't even Wednesday day.

Even Lucifer was shocked how much trouble the second one was being.

After another lecture, Mammon showed up to your room still in a pouty mood from earlier.

The least he wanted was another lecture, which is why before you could even start, he cut you off.

"How 'bout we make a deal, yeah?"

Now you know better then to make deals with him, considering all the other times he made one with that had you ended up being stuffed full and exhausted.

But if it could stop his behavior, then so be it.

For the next 7 days, he acted like an angel. Being nice to his brothers, paying off some debt. Even studying. (Everyone was shocked, even you)

But the real action was when he was with you.

"Ya like it when I'm a good boy, right?"

Acts so submissive and even asks and begs you to do things that he would never had done before.

"Promise I'll be good, I'll always be good for ya, I'm your little mambaby ain't I?"

If you're into it, he'll add a bit of mommy/daddy kink into the mix.

But of course with him m acting like this, how could you not want to treat him let me a good boy?

Always asks if you want him touch, lick , suck or bite a certain part of you, and when you say yes, you think you see Simeon in the purgatory hall.

Of course he totally wasn't trying to plan this. Totally.

Leviathan:

Roleplay all the way with this man.

I feel like this is the only time where he REALLY feels confident.

Starts off with something corny, probably from a video game like "The mighty prince Leviathan, has once again slain the dragon. Now to find the princess/princess!"

You'll be laying on his bed, striking a dramatic pose "Thank you thy knight! For saving me, you shall receive a special award."

"I am glad my great efforts receive such praise, I'll do my best to serve your highness"

Honestly you two being very silly and goofy but turned on nonetheless.

While giggling, he kissing your neck while le giving you a few special marks, calls them protection stamps. (IDK what to call them just something goofy 😭)

Puts you before him, will kiss every part of you and go down, while he does he describes every part of you in such great detail.

"Your majesty brings me such bliss."

"Will the knight let me sit on my throne?''

"You own everything in this kingdom my prince/princess, take what's yours."

The confidence surge in him would be so hot, he's making sure you are definitely treated as a royal should be. Maybe even more then Barbatos treats Diavolo.

Other roleplays could as be a masquerade ball where you two fuck as strangers but turns out you know each other all along.

Forbidden lovers, needing to stay quiet to not get caught.

Or as if you were trapped in a video game, and new to fuck to get out. (This one might actually happen knowing him).

He's a silly stinky otaku but we love him 💕

Satan:

A little similar to Levi.

Maybe after reading a spicy/romance book he gets into the mood.

Starts off quoting after certain books he's read to see if you remember.

When you repeat the other half correctly, he gets so turned on for some reason. If you don't remember he still will but not in the same way. (Sadistic and Satan both start with a S for a reason.)

Depending on if you answer, he'll continue on, the part he's reciting most likely from a smut.

"They lay there, with not a care in the world, unknowing of what the creature lurking might do."

Even if you are getting fucked mercilessly, you still have lines to say!!

"They moaned the creature fucking Them better then any human could."

(Spoiler alert: They love the monster 🤭)

If not roleplay, he'll have your read the book instead, making sure to exactly get to the spicy part.

While you read it aloud, he starts touching you. Slowly rubbing up and down your area, may even go down on you while you read it.

Better yet does the same thing you describe in the book. If the creature is throat fucking the MC, get prepared.

Every single position you also find yourself in, some of these you never knew even existed, but can't help but to moan like a fucking animal.

If the book had pictures, you would match it completely once you were done reading.

He'll continue reading until he gets to another smutty part, in which it's your turn to read.

And mostly likey get your brains fucked out. 👌🏾

Asmodeus:

Ooo boy

When is he not trying to turn you on?

Asmo has a very very high sex drive, which is obvious with how many past partners he's had.

Cause of this, y'all are pretty much fucking 24/7.

Isn't afraid to hide when he wants you, you could be sitting at the dinner table and he'll make direct eye contact while licking a spoon a little to lewdly.

Moans a little too hard when eating a dish and saying it's good. Leans over over gives you a bite too, making sure it gets on your cheek for him to lick away.

If you decide to tease him back, his horniness go up 100x.

After dinner pretend not to remember what happened at the dinner table and go to his room as normal only to get pinned to the wall in a second.

"Mc, I'm so hungry, maybe even hungrier then beel"

Go ahead and let him get that desert, extra cream too please!

Switches and you'll be sucking him off messily. drool and slobber everywhere and loud sucking noise filling the room.

"Mc, your so nasty I love it."

Cums on your face, with some getting on his torso, will look at you with the most innocent eyes and ask you to clean him up.

Whines so much whenever you ride him, gripping onto your hips hard, begging for you to go faster.

He'll sound like he just came out of a hentai, saying things that surprisingly, you only got to hear.

But never ever neglect him for too long, as bold as he is, he'll get even bolder.

In a meeting with Diavolo instead of being with him? Don't worry, he'll tell a good excuse on why you should be with him instead. Maybe even invites the demon prince.

(100% think he talks dirty to you in other languages, whatever language it is, is your choice!)

Beezlebub:

Innocent baby that doesn't realize he's a complete beast in bed. (He does a lil)

Food play doesn't always have to come in here, a lot of times it's whenever you guys are alone together.

Can be very blunt. Just makes eye contact with you and asks "Can I fuck you?"

Or if he wants to be more romantic, he'll get on his knees and rest on your thighs, purring against them. Leaves a few hickies too.

Sucks you off/eats you out always talking about how good you feel.

Now this is where food play can come in. Maybe gets some honey, chocolate syrup, icing. (Icing works best for clean-up imo.)

Licks and slurps it off so messily, moans in delight when he taste your cum in the mix.

"m'still hungry mc, spread it a little more, please?''

Pulls your legs as far as they can to keep licking down there, his tongue can also get longer as he please, so definitely hits all those spots.

When he puts his dick into you, it's a messy make out session. Left over syrup falling from both of your lips, drool dripping down your chins, beel has never felt so full before.

"Mc, you got something on your chest, don't worry, I'll get it for you."

He gets it all right, maybe even does a little bit of a deep clean too.

Tbh, all he needs to do is look at you with those pleading, seemingly innocent eyes and you'll be gone in seconds.

Belphegor:

Since he sleeps a lot, his sex drive won't be high but that doesn't mean he ain't needy.

Ironically, when you're the one sleeping, he's horny.

Can do dream manipulation imo. goes into whatever dream you're having and changes it up a bit to have him in there.

It's a weird one, you're back in the human world in your room about to take a nap, until Belphie comes from under it and grab onto your legs.

"You're not tired yet, are you?"

"It's not fair if you're sleeping and not me, help fall asleep too?"

Slowly you start to wake up as Belphie moves inside of you. Moaning into your ear. You're gonna help him, right?

While he thrusts, you mumble sleepy the words "I'll help you" over and over.

When you cum, he complains," it's not fair that I didn't get to cum yet, so why should you sleep?"

Overstimulates you like crazy, when you start to get a little loud he ask how is he supposed to fall asleep with all the noise.

If you're too quiet, he says he can't call asleep without a little noise in the room.

"m'getting tired, you go on top so I can rest."

Will sit back and seemingly fall asleep while you do the work bouncing up and down.

If you try to stop thinking he's sleep, he thrusts up telling you he isn't done yet and to continue.

"Belphie, I'm tried, can we please continue later?"

"We have school in the morning, mc. I can't go to school without sleep, can I?"

Younger sibling brattiness sure is kicking in right now.

"If you don't want to help anymore, I'll just get beel to help you."

Last time that happened, you couldn't even go to RAD in the morning, to tired and numb to walk.

So go ahead and help little Belphie sleep, okay? It's better when you both fall asleep anyway.

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[harunayuuka2060]

MC's employer: With all the experiences you have, you could've applied to a better job rather than to stay in this old, pathetic flower shop.

MC: You have accepted my application. Are you regretting it now?

Their employer: I mean, you look kind, reliable, and I'm sure I can depend on you but it makes me so guilty because I can only give you a minimum wage.

MC: That's enough for me, Miss. Now I'm getting back to work. You wouldn't want the customers waiting.

Their employer: Oh surely. Wish you luck again today!

MC: Thank you, Miss. *goes back to the counter*

*a customer walks in*

MC: Hello there. What can I get for you?

Customer: I'm here to buy flowers.

MC: Is it a gift for a special someone? We have a ready-made bouquet.

Customer: No. I want you to choose flowers for me according to this message. *hands them a note*

"Please forgive me and come back."

MC: Perfect. We have all the flowers that you need. Please give me a moment to arrange them.

Customer: Take your time.

MC: *arranges the bouquet; finishes it within minutes*

MC: *returns to the counter* Would you like me to attach this message?

Customer: ...

Customer: No. This will do. Thank you.

MC: Thank you for choosing Fragrant Fields. Have a nice day.

*The customer leaves.*

Asmo: How is it, Lucifer? Did they notice that it's you?

Lucifer: *removes his disguise* No.

Satan: I really thought they would see right through it. Is it because they're no longer a sorcerer?

Mammon: Man! Now what?

Belphie: How about we show up and ask them directly to come back in Devildom?

Levi: Wouldn't that make things awkward though?

Beel: Yeah. MC left Devildom three years ago. We should've done it sooner.

Mammon: Well that's because Barbatos wouldn't let us!

Lucifer: *sigh* Don't start arguing here. We'll think of another way.

MC: ...

MC: Miss?

Their employer: Yes?

MC: I've got a text from my landlady that there was a sudden problem in my apartment. Would it be alright to sleep at your house nearby?

Their employer: Sure. No one's using it anyway. Here's the key.

MC: *chuckles* Thank you, Miss. You're so kind.

Their employer: *waves her hand dismissively* Close the shop for me, okay?

MC: Yes, Miss. Take care.

Solomon: Hello? MC? How are you?

MC: I'm doing fine. By the way...

MC: I've met Lucifer here in the human world.

Solomon: ...

Solomon: Did he bother you?

MC: *chuckles* He was in disguise so... I'm not really sure.

MC: Maybe he's not here for me.

Solomon: ...

Solomon: I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Solomon: What reason does he have to be in the human world other than taking you back?

MC: What for? I'm no longer any use of them.

Solomon: ...

Solomon: MC, I want to visit you. It's been three years.

MC: ...

MC: After I buy myself a house, I promise to invite you.

Solomon: *whines* But when will that be?

MC: *chuckles* I'm hanging up. Please take care.

Solomon: Take care of yourself too, MC. I'll call you again.

MC: *ends the call*

MC: ...

MC: *smiles to themselves* Now I feel so much better.

Mammon: So what time are they going home?

Asmo: It's already late. Are you sure this is where they're staying?

Satan: Yes. I can't be wrong.

Belphie: *is in MC's bed* Satan is right. This is really their apartment.

Mammon: Then where are they?!

Beel: I'm guessing that MC had guessed we're all in the human world and they're avoiding us.

Levi: What do you think, Lucifer?

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: If that is the case, then I'm afraid I have to drag them back.

MC: *sleeping peacefully*

Luke: MC doesn't seem as exhausted as before.

Simeon: Hm-hm.

Luke: But Simeon, are you sure it's alright to see MC like this without them knowing?

Simeon: We just want to be sure that they're doing fine. And aren't you their guardian angel, Luke?

Luke: !!!

Luke: Y-Yes! I shouldn't feel guilty! It's my job to protect them!

Simeon: Shh. *smiles* You're going to wake them up.

Luke: R-Right...

Simeon: ...

Michael: MC is going to disappear soon.

Simeon: What do you mean by that?

Michael: ...

Michael: When a human disappears, wouldn't that only mean one thing?

Simeon: ...

Simeon: Please prevent it from occurring.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

[jasmines-library]

Devil in Disguise

WHUMPTOBER DAY 29: Prompt ‘oxygen deprivation’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After escaping from the cage, Lucifer decides to pay Sam a visit, only he's not there. So he settles on the next best thing: you.

Warnings: Choking, near death

Word count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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No matter how many times you wished things would go your way, you never seemed to be that lucky. That was to say the least.

You were waiting antsily for your brothers to return, bouncing your leg restlessly and picking the thumb around your skin. They had only gone on a supply run; something they had done hundreds of times, but today something was different. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Every time you turned your back, you felt as though an invisible hand was trailing down your spine, but each time you turned to take a look, the feeling stopped. Perhaps it was to do with the face that Lucifer was back from the cage. 

It was an odd sensation. Seeing Lucifer possess your best friend. It was stranger to know what he was doing with his body too. The havoc and disruption he caused. You would have liked to have said that it got easier when he left Cas and returned to his first vessel, but then you were faced with the constant reminder of what he had done to Sam. You weren’t really sure which was worse. 

To try and take your mind off of things, you had settled down in the library with a book, A leather-bound copy of a handwritten journal that once belonged to a woman of letters. You had just settled into it when you heard it; a loud crash that thundered through the bunker. You had an unwanted visitor. 

Leaving the book on the armchair, you crept into the hallway, snagging a pistol that lay on the table on the way past. The good thing about the bunker was that it was crawling with weapons and you knew it like the back of your hand. But seemingly, so did the intruder. 

A cold hand wrapped its digits around your arm. You yelped as you were whipped around to face Lucifer. Tall and looming over you he grinned, flashing you his pearly teeth. 

“Hiya, Y/n?” He gave you a small wave. “ d’ya miss little old me?”

You shoved him off, holding the gun out in front of you even though you knew that your actions would be in vain. “Get away from me.”

You tried to run further into the bunker, but were stopped by an invisible force, keeping your body in place as though you were surrounded by a block of concrete. “What do you want from me?” 

He shrugged, trailing a slender finger along your jaw. “Can’t I pay a Winchester a visit?”

You gave him a firm look. 

“Okay. Fine.” He chewed the inside of his lip. “I got bored. All this hopping around… i'd got nothing to do. But now I’m back in good ol’ Nick. Well. I thought it would be nice to see some old friends. Maybe take Sammy on a little trip down memory lane. But it seems he’s not here right now. Isn’t that right?”

You didn’t respond. You just grimaced as he took your jaw in his grip and forced you to face him. You tried to squirm but were held still. 

“So, It looks like I'll just have to deal with the next best thing.”

You didn’t have a chance to react as he flung you against the wall, your head snacking against the blue tiles, helpless as you felt the invisible force squeeze you against the wall. 

“Let me go.” You demanded, desperately trying to pry your limbs away from the tile. 

Lucifer just pursed his lips. “Hm. I think this is much more interesting.”

“Sam and Dean’ll be back at any moment and then you’ll be a dead-”

Suddenly an invisible hand wrapped its way around your neck. “You talk too much.

You dropped to the floor, clawing at your neck as you tried to relieve some of the pressure that was crushing your windpipe like it was a can. You gasped and stuttered, trying to hungrily suck in air that refused to pass into your lungs. The agony that blossomed from them was unbearable; fiery and raw. 

Lucifer just smirked as he watched you struggle, tightening his mercilessly around your throat. 

Your chest constricted with fear. You had never imagined you would go down like this. For years you had believed you would go swinging. Never alone and without saying goodbye to your brothers. You flailed wildly as black spots swirled in your vision, and everything faded in and out.Your shoes slipped against the floor, struggling to find a grip on anything in your panic-filled reverie. That was until it stopped. 

Lucifer’s clutch on you vanished as your two brothers stormed into the bunker, noticing your absence. It was then that he heard the struggle coming from the halls. They had never moved faster than they did as they raced towards you, catching the devil off guard and after some struggle managed to restrain him with the cuffs. 

Sam was at your side in a second, squatting besides you. He placed his hands on your shoulder and forced you to look at him with your wide eyes. You were hyperventilating, breaths coming in short and desperate gasps. 

“Hey, Hey. Kiddo. Look at me.” You watched him carefully. Observing the way that his hair framed his face. “Follow my breathing.”

You took in a shaky, but deeper breath feeling the air rush into your lungs. You tried to follow your brother's breathing until yours settled into an even rhythm. 

“That’s it kid. You’re okay. We’re here.”

He wiped the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes and brough your head to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. You curled up tightly on his lap like you used to do when you were a small child afraid of the monsters that lurked under your bed. You leaned into his warmth, seeking solace in his cologne. 

“You’re okay kid.” He mumbled into your hair, threading your hair through his fingers. He eased you up into his arms and carried you off down the hall. When you dared peak over his shoulder, you noticed that Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. It was likely that Dean had forced him into the dungeon, but you clung closer to Sam just in case. 

He then eased open the heavy door with a creak and crossed the room in two large strides to lay you down on the comforter,Your head snapped up when he stepped away for a moment, panic clutching you tightly again.

You sniffled. “Sammy?”

“I’m here.” He said, returning moments later with Dean who had managed to slip in through the door at some point. 

He perched on the end of the bed. “Hey sweetheart.” He pulled you in close to his chest as his brother came round to sit on your other side. 

“You’re okay sweetheart.” Sam soothed. “He can’t get you anymore. No one is going to hurt you.”

You shuffled in closer to them, as exhaustion began to settle over your body. 

“Why don’t you try and get some rest, kiddo?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Stay with me? Please.”

Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Of course sweetheart. We’re not going anywhere.”

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<- DAY 28 ⛤ DAY 30 ->

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[toastermoth]

Hello! I saw your requests are open! I’m actually a fem reader, but I don’t mind a gender neutral one! I’d like to know your headcanons on Solomon when he becomes romantically interested with the mc. Like if he’ll do anything for them or does he get jealous whenever mc spends so much time with the demon brothers. Anything that you think about, it’s up to you. 😊 It’s been a very long time that I haven’t played Obey Me and I just miss them. Thanks!

Hell yeah!! I got OM after almost a year of not playing so ik what you mean when you say you miss them! (I missed Satan </3) one batch of Solomon hcs coming right up! APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING LONG I HAD FUN WRITING THING

SOLOMON X GN! READER HCS

This man, he's old. Old man. So obviously he knows a few things about love.

Usually it's other people swooning for him but when he met you this man was DOWN MFING BAD.

He started to come up to talk to you inbetween classes more and more often. In a way he seemed awkward?

Hm, maybe he's just trying to be kind? Until he started walking you home everyday which always made you happy because unlike the brothers, he wouldn't abandon you on your walks.

Casually helping you carry books to eventually racing you playfully, to holding your hand and making you run with him all the way to the house of Lamination.

You found yourself falling for the white haired wizard and went to Asmo for advice.

"Sweetie, just say your feelings! I'm more than sure his feelings are intertwined with yours! And if you're too scared work up to it! Spend more time with him and only him!"

Taking Asmo's advice over timeyou found yourself at the purgatory hall. Everyday it seemed like a routine, get up, go to school, go home with Solomon and do whatever two oblivious people who have a crush on each other do!

The lust demon however thought you two were still taking too long and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Next thing you knew, Asmodeus was suddenly all over you, asking to shop, asking to try on some new makeup with him and then soon all the brothers caught on and had their own requests.

"Y/n I require you assistance for this paperwork. Surely you won't disappoint me."

"YO! Y/N! I need ya to help me with some uh.. uh.. LISTEN I JUST NEED YOUR HELP ALRIGHT?!"

"Hey normie, get on Mononoke Land! There's a new event going on!"

"Y/n I need you for helping me find this human book, it's about this boy-"

"Y/n dear! I found this color changing nail polish and it's to DIE FOR! Cmon I need to test it on you!"

"Y/n I'm hungry.. can you make me something? We can share if you want too if I don't eat it all."

"Mnn.. y/n come nap with me... m cold and you're nice and warm.."

Once Solomon noticed you were canceling your plans with him, he started to get suspicious and a little insecure. (He'd never say that out loud however.)

Finally after some debating, he decided to personally take you home with him and find ways to keep you both busy.

The demons take notice (especially Lucifer after you didn't answer his texts after 5 minutes) and sneaked around (Simeon let them in) and noticed you and Solomon laughing together?

"HEY WHAT TH-" "SHHHHH Love is happening."

You hear the demon brothers' bickering but pay no attention as you resume your tickle fight with Solomon.

"You're the person I'd let tickle me and that's saying something, you're the only person I'd let do a lot of things." he said inbetween laughs.

You look at him so full of love as he grabs both your hands and starts tickling you!

"Let the lovebirds be, cmon out out!" Asmo yelled, you both stopped and started laughing at his antics.

God he was in love.

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[daytaker]

Congrats on 250 followers! ^_^ Could you do the 'only one bed' trope with Lucifer?

At long last, I come bearing a drabble. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!

The Puppetmaster

Ship: Lucifer/Reader Genre: Humor and fluff Word Count: 825 CW: Dubcon but it's cuddling? Also (joking) mentions of peeing as a kink. I'm sorry I'm like this.

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

You were suspicious from the start, because it wasn’t like Lucifer not to plan ahead.

Now, you’re not even suspicious. There was no way that Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, would be spooning you if he didn’t absolutely intend to. His brothers? You could buy any of them claiming they just grabbed onto you in their sleep, or at least accept the room for reasonable doubt. But Lucifer? Never. Not in a thousand years. This was intentional. This was premeditated. This was planned.

You should have known this was going to happen.

You did know, actually. You would have been fully prepared if not for the mind tricks of Lucifer, the all-seeing Puppetmaster.

“Unfortunately, it seems like our accommodations tonight will be lacking in one respect.” Lucifer nodded apologetically to you as you made your way to the hotel room you’d be cooped up in until morning. He unlocked the door, and the moment you stepped inside, you saw the problem: the single queen-size bed, and nary so much as a sofa to serve as a substitute.

“It’s…fine,” you’d said, trying to brush it off as insignificant, even as your instincts began whispering to you that something was amiss. “It’s just for one night, and I trust you not to pull anything weird.”

Lucifer smiled at you when you said that. Not a kind, appreciative smile. No, it was the smile of the wise man humoring the fool. It made you uneasy.

“...Lucifer,” you said in a warning tone you normally reserved for Mammon.

“Hm? What is it?” He was taking his pajamas out of his suitcase, and his voice and expression were so nonchalant—dull, even—that you started to second guess yourself on that look you thought he gave you.

“Uh… I was just going to ask to use the bathroom before you step in to change,” you said, thinking to yourself what a nice save that was. Lucifer bowed his head and politely gestured for you to proceed.

…Oh, he would gaslight you into thinking you hadn’t seen anything, all to serve his twisted, demonic ends of cuddling you when you least expected it, at a time when you’d wake up, dazed and with a full bladder and no escape in sight. In fact, he probably made that initial, wolfish expression for the exact purpose of then playing innocent so convincingly that you’d stop suspecting him. He was just playing mind games with you at this point. He was toying with you.

As the two of you climbed into bed for the night, you each kept respectfully to your own sides. After a brief and awkward goodnight, he turned off the light, and you laid awake and stared at the ceiling.

Why…was there just one bed?

The question wouldn’t stop nagging at you.

Lucifer didn’t book this room in advance. The circumstances that led you here were unexpected delays that meant you couldn’t make it home at a reasonable hour. But… But…

Would Lucifer allow this to happen if he didn’t want it to? No! Absolutely not! Lucifer normally would have taken the chance of delays into account in his travel plans. He would have been prepared for this eventuality.

More than that though. In what sane world would Lucifer allow himself to be subjected to the humiliation of sharing a bed with you for any reason that didn’t include his deliberate, conscious choice? In which case, what was he pulling right now? You didn’t really think he was going to attempt anything truly nefarious, but your unease didn’t go away.

Nor should it have.

It’s about five o’clock in the morning, you need to pee, and you’re being prevented from making a smooth escape to the bathroom by Pride himself. The Machiavellian bastard. The way he played you like a fiddle. 

Maybe you should just let it out. Maybe that would teach him. 

But what if he knows about that too? What if this is all playing into his hand? He’s not into that, is he? What if he is? What if this entire scenario was orchestrated carefully from the beginning to get you to this point, where you’re trapped in his arms and feeling spiteful enough to wet the bed?

You feel a huff of breath behind your ear, then you hear the low pitched grunt of a baritone-voiced demon waking up.

“Lucifer!” you hiss.

“Mm?” He releases you, stretching his arms over his head calmly. “Good morning. Did you rest well?”

“Why were you hugging me?” You shoot an accusatory glare at him. You know about the piss kink. You have your ammunition locked and loaded.

“Because you’re lovely and warm, and I enjoyed the proximity. I hope I didn’t offend you.” He meets your gaze with an expression of such good-natured and genuine affection that your heart almost comes unmoored.

It’s a masterstroke. You have been defeated. Red-faced and groaning, you slip out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom.

#writing event #i have almost 500 followers now and i still have another one to do for the full five count of drabbles #boy i suck #obey me #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #daytaker fanfic

[treasureofmammon]

💛 Our future together 💛

🔎Summary: You've been studying non-stop for the last few days since finals are coming. Your boyfriend, Mammon, doesn't like it but changes his mind when you reveal why you need to study hard.

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader.

⚠️Warnings: None, just fluff (But if you catch any, let me know). Established relationship with the raven boy.

📝 Note: We are back with our usual Mammon lover content, after some petty revenge for dinner for all the brothers. MC here is a nerd (and so am I).

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Finals are coming, and you've been studying non-stop for the past days, only coming out of your room to eat, go to school, and give a small peck to your boyfriend once in a while. However, this arrangement is not desirable for him. Mammon constantly sneaks out of Lucifer's grip to knock on your door. As usual, you can't say no to him, so you end up letting him in.

You sit at your desk, reading, marking your textbook, making small annotations, and overall, trying to understand the subjects at hand. Meanwhile, Mammon lays in your bed, playing with a plushie he gave you on one of your first dates, tossing it up and catching it in both his hands, just to toss it up again; however, he quickly gets bored and decides that what he needs it's your attention.

—Treasure?—.

You answer with a —Hm?—, not parting away from your books.

—All ya do is study and study. It's so f*ckin' borin'!— Mammon states. Immediately, he stands up and hugs you from behind, setting his chin on the top of your head, his arms resting in your shoulders. Although you blush a little, studying is more important, so you continue with your task. Mammon kisses your head, and with a low and tender tone of voice, he suggests —Hey, why doncha stop studyin' so we can hang out?—.

You sigh, closing your eyes briefly, and start explaining: —Mammon... If I don't study hard, then I won't get good grades. If I don't get good grades, then I probably won't get a good job. And if I don't get a good job then, how am I going to provide for you?—.

Mammon jumps back immediately, —Wh-What?—. His reaction catches you by surprise, so you finally look back at him, trying to understand his behavior. He continues, —Y-Ya think about our future, together?! How far have you thought on us?—.

You are amazed by how much this surprises Mammon. A small silence spreads between you two, and you realize that Mammon is meaning his question, expecting a coherent and honest answer, so seriously, you answer: —All the time. I want to make a family with you. Since you have your own spending problems, I should be the one in charge of the financial stuff so our children can live well enough—.

—Children? With me?—, he says without even thinking, astonished.

—Yeah, two; maybe three—, you admit, —... and we can have a nice house next to a lake...—.

—A lake?—.

—Yes. Close to a hippodrome so you can watch whenever you want. But not gambling too much!—.

—So I can gamble?, really?—.

You nod, —... yeah, with moderation, though. Oh! And we could ask Barbatos to create a door close to the house, so we can visit the Devildom when we want to—.

—So I can visit my family whenever I want?—.

—Of course! And so they can visit us too—.

—What 'bout Goldie?—.

You sigh, —You can have a card, a debit one, though...—.

—What 'bout my car and my crows?—.

—We definitely would have a cool garage so you can work on your car... Oh! And your crows can come too, I'd love to have them around. But I want to have lots of pets too—.

—Pets? Like cats and dogs?—.

—Yes! I want a golden retriever called Butter. And a cat called Jiji, like the black cat on that human anime movie we watched with Levi... Oh! And once out of school, you can focus on modeling without worrying about money. So..., you know? Studying is important for me, for us—.

Another silence fills the room again. You observe Mammon's handsome face with tenderness and love. His surprised facial expression shifts slowly, and you realize tears are coming down his cheeks. You stand up and move quickly to him, —Sweety, are you okay? Are you... crying?—. You can't help but smile at Mammon's cute display of happiness. Meanwhile, Mammon lets you take him in your arms, rubbing his eyes and sweeping his cheeks clean, —I'm- I'm not cryin'!—, he says before sniffing.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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[xxshujiswhorexx]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 4)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

“Hey, Val, can we talk real quick?”

“Hm? Voxy, baby, what’s the problem~?” Vox jogged up to Val, trying to catch him on the way to his studios, a long day of work ahead the two of them. He hands Valentino a coffee he got for him, from that nice place on brimstone avenue, and Valentino takes a long sip from it, releasing a pleased groan at the scalding fluid.

“It’s about my assistant, Y/N.”

“Your cute little conejita? Whatever is the matter, hm?”

Vox wasn’t quite sure how to phrase his question. “Well, it’s just that- Y’know, it’s almost spring and-“

“Voxy, baby, I love you, but get to the fucking point.” Valentino’s patience was thin, on a good day.

“Yeah, well, I need you to stop winding her up. The poor bunny can barely function with her, uhm, season, approaching, let alone with you feelin her up all the goddamn time.”

Valentino let a low chuckle at this, taking a long drag of his scarlet smoke, throwing his now empty coffee cup into the nearest bin, before gracefully draping his long arms onto his hips.

“But she’s so fucking fun to wind up, baby. Besides, it only January, i still got at least a month before it starts just being mean. I swear, one of these days, Voxy, if you’re not careful, I’m gonna snatch up that bebé bonita and make her mine~”

Vox let out a low growl at this, his screen glitching as his eye twitched with annoyance. If he knew Valentino well enough (which he probably did), it was unlikely he’d make such an obvious move. Key word - unlikely. Valentino was unpredictable; if he had a genuine interest, Satan knows the lengths he will go to.

“Fine. Just at least promise me, next time you make a mess of the poor girl, you’ll at least finish the fucking job so I don’t have to clean up your mess.”

“Oh, I think we both know I will~” Valentino’s grin sharpened, almost salivating at the thought of of having you sprawled out under him, face red and puffy, ears teary, your swollen lips covered in drool-

Well, that’s a thought for when he has the time to scheme.

~meanwhile~

It was 7:30 am when your alarm went off. You woke uo with a jolt, your body still exhausted despite your mind being wide awake, legs heavy like lead, thighs and pussy sore. With a groan, you dragged yoirself out of Vox’s comfy bed, the mattress almost willing you to stay in bed all day, despite the no doubt mountains of work you had to do.

Throwing on a blouse and a navy pencil skirt with matching heels, you gave your hair a quick brush, quickly looking yourself over in the mirror.

‘Looking good, bunny!’ You gave yourself a cheeky grin, being your own hype man in light if the empty apartment around you. Checking the time once again, you sighed lightly, grabbing your laptop and blazer, you set off towards work, thinking of treating yourself to a nice hot cocoa from the cute cafe on brimstone avenue on the way to work.

You really did like your job. Sure, it was exhausting, but the work was rewarding; you got help coordinate schedules, review scripts, fill out paperwork, and of course, you got to hang out with Vox! Your boss really was the best, he always made sure you were busy; he knew how much you loved feeling useful.

Entering the building, humming a merry tune you had heard on the radio earlier, you greeted the receptionist.

“Good morning, Annie! Have you had a good morning so far?”

“Why, good morning to you to, Y/N! You seem in an awful good mood today, my dear!”

You grinned at the woman, leaning against her desk with glittering eyes.

“I’m just happy to be at work today, Annie.”

“I truly don’t think i’ve ever met a young person who quite likes their job like you do, love.”

The two of you shared a giggle, as she showed you some pictures of her new grandchildren. Annie was such a sweet lady; one of your favourite coworkers, in fact. She always had somethjng nice to say, and a warm smile and anecdote to welcome you with.

A sharp, british accent cut through the usual bustle of the floor.

“God, where is that girl? I’m down a model and i need someone with some fucking class for lucifer’s sake!” The confident voice of Velvette rang through the floor, employees cowering at her commanding presence, hiding as she scoured the floor.

“Ah! There you are, my darlin’!”

Your back straightened significantly, tugging at your skirt as Velvette’s eyes lit up as she spotted and approached at a brisk pace.

“H-hello, Ms Velvette! C-can i help you in a-any way?”

She brushed off your now nervous demeanour, hastily looking you up and down before grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you towards the elevator.

“Yes, yes my darlin’, Vox told me you’d be here. Listen, babe, I’m down a model for a loungewear photoshoot i’ve planned to do today, and i need you in my department, okay love? You just gotta stand there and look pretty, which you are already doin’ a fantastic job at.”

Her flattery causes your cheeks to darken, as you limply allow her to drag you into the elevator, up a floor, and into one of her studios. Well, there goes all the work you had planned for the day.

Truth be told, you did quite like Velvette; she made easy conversation and could be quite the smooth talker despite her inclination towards bluntness. She also designed the cutest clothes, which was a bonus. Overall, she was fun to work for. Unless she deemed you incompetent. Then, life fucking sucked.

The first outfit she forced you into was a silky pajama set, relatively baggy on you, revealing your collar bones as she directed you into posing for, the photos capturing your timid aura. The second outfit were Vees branded tracksuits; each designed to mimic tbe style and colour scheme if each Vee. A black and read one with skulls and hearts; Velvette. A blue and red one with wiring details; Vox. Pink and lilac with feathers and hearts; Valentino. She once again had you pose for each one, captiring the details of the fashion whilst simultaneously capturing your contrasting delicate beauty. Finally, she gave you a second pajama set, this time shorts and a button up, completely complimenting your leporine appearence, producing absolutely adorable promotional material. Well, if Velvette was pleased, it was all worth it.

“Wonderful my darlin’, thank you so much for your cooperation, love.” She kissed both your cheeks affectionately, sending you off the change back into your work clothing.

However, on the way to the changing rooms, you were stopped by the familiar sound of a staticky voice.

“Velvette? Are you done with my assistant yet? I got a shit ton of work and all my other employees are apparently fuckin useless-”

Vox froze when he saw you; all vulnerable in a silky pajama set covered in strawberries. A smirk grew across his face, and you grimaced in embarassment.

“Velvette, my dear, great taste as always. Now, if you don’t mind, me and my assistant have some work to get back to.” Vox spoke, commanding the room, as his gaze never for a second left your own.

A/N: Sorry the update took so long I am very busy lol.

Btw the reason Y/N is so nervous around authority figures and strangers is to do w her backstory :) her sudden personality changes are intentional

Tags: @enby-rising @whocaresimnothere @christineblood @sirenetheblogger @vash-yuu

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[libby-for-life]

I uh, I need more of the Yandere Hazbin hotel x Adam PLEASE!!! Maybe how they came to love the little lamb, I mean we know how Lucifer fell but I’m also interested in the rest

Hm. Well, it would have to be short snippets because I don't have the stamina to write all of them in detail. Let's go!

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust began his infatuation when he came home from a long day of work and ran into Adam in the kitchen looking for a snack. Adam would immediately notice that he was hurt and ask if he wanted anything to eat. It would delve into Adam making sure the spider demon was okay, making sure he was eating, and giving him some pain killers.

Angel Dust had never really had someone look out for him like this. Sure, Charlie sort of did, but she needed him. His soul depended on him making it to Heaven due to her efforts. Adam held no such obligations.

He...cared. So, when Adam set a steaming chocolate chip cookie down with a shy smile and a cute little tail wag of his lamb variety, a spark erupted. It only grew from there.

Husk:

Husk began his infatuation when Adam fell asleep on a couch near the bar. He looked so peaceful. Innocent. Beautiful. Husk couldn't help but stare. Adam had always been cute, he wasn't blind, but seeing him sprawled on the couch, for anyone to see him, made Husk's heart beat faster then normal.

Then Adam woke up, yawned, and smiled sleepily at Husk. "Hi. How are you?" His head tilted and eyes sparkled. Yep. That did it. The obsession started then.

Charlie:

She began her motherly, borderline obsession when she found out how hurt Adam was. Her heart had always yearned for others but seeing Adam hurt this badly and to have seemingly no one care for him up in Heaven, well, it awoken a beast in her she didn't even know she had.

How dare they hurt him? Her sweet little lamb? Heaven didn't deserve Adam. She would make sure that they no longer hurt her lamb.

Vaggie:

She began her obsession with perserving the rest of Adam when her father-figure forgave her for Vaggie hurting him all those years ago. She sees this as her second chance. Her way of protecting Adam when she was too weak to stand up to Heaven.

It gradually grew into an obsession with making the perfect family with her and the hotel. She wants it very badly. And she'll go to any lengths to make it happen. With the hotel involved of course.

Niffty:

She was already semi-obsessed with him when he first came in, but she had her heart set out on bad boys. Until Adam hurt himself accidentally by slipping on her mopped floor, dirty foot prints littering the floor.

She was furious at first because she thought that she would have to do it all again. But, seeing Adam on the floor and begging for forgiveness with tears in her eyes made her heart move in a way she hadn't had in years. It was like seeing a kicked puppy. Or lamb in this case. She soothed his worries, dried his tears, and made sure that he had a nice cup of tea before cleaning again. But that was the start. The obsessive need to see Adam okay. She would even watch him through the vents and make sure he wasn't plagued with nightmares. Just to be sure. Not because she might want to see his tears again so she can be the one to sooth him.

Alastor:

His obsession started when Adam ate his cooking and genuinely loved it. The Radio Demon was a sucker for praise and admiration, but when it came from Adam, it was like a drug. Especially when he smiled.

He became obsessed with seeing Adam smiling. He cooked, bought gifts, and even stomached a few hugs if it meant he could his lamb's beautiful smile....that was his smile. His smile to protect. And Heaven forbade anyone to make Adam frown or even cry.

Well, his radio show had much more gruesome screams that night....

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #yandere lucifer #yandere hazbin hotel #AdamDies yandere au

[devildom-drabbles]

Could you maybe please- if it's not too much to ask- make a pt2 of the obey me goodnight kisses story where the dateables come over to the HOL for a visit, and when MC wants to go to bed, they see them giving the brothers their usual goodnight kisses, and the dateables want to start getting goodnight kisses too, so it becomes this whole thing and- well... you get the point. 🙏🥺

Oh man, how could I say no to this? The dateables deserve sweet goodnight kisses, too, so I’m more than willing to oblige. 💕 Thanks for the prompt!  Enjoy!

Story - Goodnight Kisses: Part 2

Read the original/first part here! Main Characters/Ship: The dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon) x MC Other Characters: The demon brothers and Luke Word Count: ~2.7k Warnings: None, just another dose of pure fluff

“Ah, it looks like Luke dozed off,” Simeon pointed out, his voice notably softer than it was mere moments ago.

The other eleven partygoers at the House of Lamentation quieted down one by one as they each caught sight of the young angel curled up in one of the living room chairs.  They had all come together that night to celebrate their efforts on the success of another event held at RAD.  They had been eating, playing, and conversing since the early evening, hardly aware of just how late it had become due to how much they were enjoying one another’s company (even if some of them wouldn’t admit it out loud).  At this point, Luke’s energy had been drained completely, and as much as he tried to fight off his exhaustion, he ultimately passed out while waiting for his turn in the board game they were all in the middle of.  

While the group had a hushed discussion over what had happened to Luke, MC took this as an opportunity to tap out early for the night as well. 

“Already?” Satan questioned the human as they stood up.  “...Actually, I guess I can’t blame you.  With how much everyone has been pulling you left and right since the party started, it makes sense that you’d be tired.”

“Is that so?” Barbatos wondered, concern etched in his features.  “Our apologies for troubling you, MC.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” MC assured with a wave of their hands.  “I’m used to hanging out with you guys.  I’d just rather pass out in my bed than in one of the chairs here.  So, I’d better get going—”

“MC, dear~!” Asmodeus interrupted in a sing-song tone, trotting over to the human’s side before they could attempt to exit the room.  “Aren’t you forgetting something~?”

MC froze on the spot as their cheeks flushed at the realization of what Asmodeus was referring to.  Their eyes scanned over everyone in the room, lingering especially on the royal demons and the Purgatory Hall boys.  “Here?  Now?”

“When else?” Belphegor chimed in while he approached the human from the other side.  “Come on, you’re not seriously going to leave without doing it, are you?”

“But—”  They looked between Asmodeus’s and Belphegor’s pleading expressions.  “...All right.”

Diavolo tilted his head quizzically at the scene.  “Hm?  Is something wro—”  His words immediately dissolved on his tongue when he witnessed MC press their lips to Belphegor’s forehead.

Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon mimicked Diavolo’s wide-eyed silence as MC went around the room to continue placing a single kiss on the heads of each of the demon brothers.

“Oh my, what’s this now?” Barbatos inquired.

“MC gives each of us a kiss on the head before they go to bed every night,” Beelzebub answered shamelessly.  “It’s something special that we’ve been doing for a while.”

“B-Beel!!  Don’t tell them all about it!” Leviathan retorted.

“Goodnight kisses, huh...” Solomon muttered, cradling his chin between his thumb and index finger pensively.

“It’s too late now,” Satan sighed, already aware of what was coming.

“How nice,” Simeon commented with a genuine smile.  “MC truly does share quite a bond with Lucifer and his brothers.”

“Don’t rope me into this,” Lucifer argued.  “This was something the others came up with.”

“Yeah, but Lucifer participates, too,” Belphegor called out his older brother, thinking back to the time when the rest of them caught Lucifer within the doorway to MC’s bedroom.

“H-Hey, yeah, that’s true!” Mammon shouted just after receiving his goodnight kiss from the human.  “He tries to be all sneaky about it, but he totally enjoys getting a kiss from MC!”

It appeared as though a blood vessel in the temple of the red-faced Avatar of Pride was ready to pop at any given moment.  “Excuse me?” he questioned menacingly.

“Looks like your secret’s out, Lucifer,” MC chuckled, unfazed by his intimidating aura.  Without giving him a chance to counter, they proceeded to gently tug him by his tie so that they could kiss his forehead.  Fortunately for them, their actions managed to turn his bubbling frustration and plans for punishment into a simple huff of embarrassment.

“What a wonderful tradition!” Diavolo exclaimed gleefully.  “If you don’t mind, MC, might I be permitted to join in?”

“I’d like to participate as well, if I may,” Barbatos requested.

“As would I,” Solomon added confidently.

“I’d like to be included, too, if that’s okay,” Simeon spoke up.

The demon brothers were inclined to protest, feeling jealous over the idea of having to share such a gesture from MC with those outside of their family; however, the decision wasn’t theirs to make.  Instead, everyone focused on the “goodnight kisser” themself and awaited their answer.

The human didn’t have to think over the idea for long.  They liked the four men that were patiently yet eagerly hoping to receive a goodnight kiss of their own, and since they all had just seen the tradition with their own eyes, it might be unfair to not include them in it this time.  After all, the last thing MC needed was another cause for chaos in this household.  Besides, even if they did say no, they were certain that the heart-wrenching looks of disappointment on those four handsome faces would be strong enough to change their mind in an instant.

“Sure,” MC ultimately replied, “that’s fine with me.”

Forget the power of their sad expressions—it was as if the sun had come down to the Devildom from how bright and warm their four collective grins were in response to MC’s words.

“Thank you, MC!” Diavolo’s voice boomed cheerfully.  “Then, if it’s all right with everyone else, how about we go in the order in which we asked MC?”

While the other three voiced their approval, the demon brothers swallowed their complaints and moved aside to allow the human easier access for their next set of goodnight kisses.  This was MC’s decision and a special one-time exception, they told themselves.  So, they wouldn’t make a fuss and would just preoccupy themselves until it was over.

Per the verbal agreement, Diavolo was designated to receive his goodnight kiss first.  He could hardly contain his enthusiasm from where he sat as MC drew closer, evident in his huge unwavering smile and the hands he outstretched for the human to take in their own.  Not only was he excited to get a kiss, but he was also overjoyed to be included in a tradition that those he cared about partook in.  Anything that enabled him to connect more with others meant a great deal to him.  Without any hesitation, he wordlessly bent down for MC to press their lips on the crown of his head.

“Goodnight, Diavolo,” MC said afterwards, still holding onto his hands.

“Goodnight, MC,” he wished back, his voice quieter than usual.  “...Did I do that right?”

They giggled at the question.  “Yeah, that’s how it normally goes.  You did just fine.”

The demon lord’s golden eyes twinkled in delight, and he didn’t mind how his face felt mildly strained from how wide his smile had become.  “Ah, good.  I quite enjoyed that.  Thank you again for this one-of-a-kind experience, MC.”  He gave their hands a light squeeze before reluctantly releasing them so that the human could move on to his cherished butler.

Barbatos’s composure hadn’t faltered in the slightest since he asked to be involved in the “goodnight kiss” tradition, but despite being perfectly poised on the outside, his heart was a whole other story.  If the human chose to listen intently when they stopped in front of him, he was sure they would be able to hear the way it pounded against his chest with unparalleled glee, which it always did at the prospect of obtaining any type of affection from them.  Luckily for the butler, he still was able to give MC his undivided attention as he acknowledged their arrival with a small, courteous bow.

“I see it’s my turn now,” Barbatos noted while he straightened his back and situated his hands on his lap.  “From what I’ve observed, you seem to already have a unique spot in mind for where you intend to kiss each recipient.  If you tell me where my goodnight kiss will be, I can adjust my posture accordingly ahead of time.”

“You don’t have to do that,” MC replied with an amused shake of their head.  “This isn’t anything complex.  The only thing you have to do is relax, okay?”

“Are you sure?  Perhaps I could—”

MC abruptly rendered him speechless by cupping his face in their hands.  “Barbatos, relax.”

He blinked in surprise before deciding to lean into their tender touch.  “Very well.  I’ll leave it to you, MC.”

After giving him a firm nod, the human proceeded to kiss the open space above his left eyebrow.  “There, simple as that,” they stated when they broke away.

“So it seems,” Barbatos responded, the corners of his mouth sliding further upward as his eyes fluttered open.  “How foolish of me to doubt your area of expertise.”

MC found themself laughing at his comment.  “I guess I am a pro at it now, huh?”  They then calmed down enough to add, “Goodnight, Barbatos.”

“Goodnight, MC.  May you have pleasant dreams.”

Two down, two to go.  And next on the list was the witty human sorcerer, who appeared to be carrying an air of mischief behind his pleasant features.  MC tentatively stepped toward him with a narrowed gaze.

“What’s with that look?” Solomon inquired, sounding far more amused than puzzled.

“You’re plotting something, aren’t you?” MC questioned without missing a beat.

“You think so?  I’m just standing here waiting for my turn.”

MC hummed in disbelief, keeping a reasonable gap between them and their fellow human.

“Listen,” he assured them, “I wouldn’t dare do something that would ruin my chances of receiving a goodnight kiss from you.  I can promise you that.”

MC couldn’t deny the sincerity that coated both his words and his features when he spoke.  Perhaps whatever was on his mind moments ago involved something totally unrelated to the current situation, they concluded.  So, refocused on their task, MC placed their hands on Solomon’s shoulders, and once he lowered his head, they let their lips rest briefly on his right temple.  They barely had a chance to move away when he snuck a quick kiss to their jawline.  Their shock from the gesture would’ve caused them to stumble backwards if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around their waist in time.

“You—!” they gasped, realizing that this was what he’d been plotting.

“Goodnight, MC,” Solomon spoke over them so that no one would hear their reaction.

MC glanced back nervously, fully expecting at least half of the demon brothers to be planning a riot over what just occurred.  What they found instead was everyone either focused on their D.D.D.’s or mingling with those around them.  On top of that, Solomon had chosen to sit in a singular chair rather than on one of the sofas where most of the others were, so only someone who was intently watching them would’ve seen what he did.

MC sighed in relief before pouting at the sorcerer’s feigned innocence.  “Goodnight, Solomon.”

Upon being released from his grasp, MC promptly turned away to meet with their final guest.  However, they stopped short when they saw that the angel was not where he was earlier.  After a bit of looking around, their eyes landed on his form, sitting on the chair next to the snoozing younger angel that he was assigned to watch over.

Simeon’s gaze was soft and caring as he brushed a few stray strands of hair out of Luke’s face.  He had to stifle a giggle when, in response, Luke snuggled further into the cushioned chair and muttered incoherently in his sleep.  Having been so entranced in the moment, he didn’t notice MC’s oncoming presence until they were right in front of the two of them.

“Oh, is it my turn already?” Simeon asked as he looked up at the human.  “Sorry, I saw Luke fidgeting and thought he was going to wake up.  Turns out he was just stirring in his sleep.  I meant to come back to my spot right away, but I guess I got distracted.”

“I’ll forgive you this time since it was Luke’s fault,” MC joked with a smile as they knelt down.  They couldn’t resist reaching their hand out to gently pat the lightly snoring boy’s head, who grinned at their friendly touch as if he was aware that it came from them specifically.  “There’s a spare blanket in the common room if you think he’ll need one.”

“We might be here a little while longer, so that’ll be helpful,” Simeon replied with a smile of his own.  “Thank you for telling me, MC.”  A reminder then popped into his mind, making him raise his eyebrows.  “Ah, but I’m holding you up from getting your sleep, aren’t I?  Sorry to trouble you.  Would it be better to skip me?”

“Don’t be silly,” MC dismissed the idea.  “I told you I’d give you a goodnight kiss, and I’m sticking to it.  You still want one, right?”

A blush slowly stretched across Simeon’s face.  “Yes, if you don’t mind.  I’d be very grateful for it.”

MC rose to their feet and stood over the seated older angel to cradle his head in their hands.  Their palms and fingers tingled at the warmth that radiated from his ears and cheeks, and they observed how his eyes shut like the wings of a butterfly landing on a flower before they leaned down to place a kiss against his bangs.

“Goodnight, Simeon,” MC stated while they straightened their posture.

“Goodnight, MC,” he replied sweetly, opening his eyes partway to stare back at them.

“Hey, MC!!” Mammon called out to them impatiently.  “Are ya done yet?  Ya sure are takin’ your sweet time!”

“Yeah, everyone got their goodnight kiss,” MC answered, holding back the urge to roll their eyes at the Avatar of Greed.  “I’m heading to bed now.”

And with a final wave and goodnight wish to everyone, the human went to their bedroom to retire for the night.

~~~

The following evening, MC and the demon brothers were in the middle of watching a horror movie when the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.  The unexpected noise, coupled with the silent suspenseful scene on the television, caused a domino effect of shrieking and flailing limbs among the group (mostly from Mammon).  While Lucifer scolded his brothers to pull themselves together, MC scurried to the entrance hall to see who exactly had come to visit.  Upon opening the door, MC was met with a grinning, cross-armed Diavolo.

“MC, it’s good to see you!” Diavolo greeted them.  “I’m glad you’re still awake.”

“Hi, Diavolo,” the human said with a smile and a nod.  “What brings you here?”

“Why, I’m here for my goodnight kiss, of course!”

MC blinked twice while the gears in their head gradually turned.  “...Huh?  But we, uh, already did that last night.”

“Yes, but you give goodnight kisses every night, don’t you?  That’s what Beelzebub had said.  And you agreed that we could be included in this tradition.”

“‘W-We?’” MC repeated, their voice a bit shaky.

Once Diavolo took a step inside, Barbatos and the three exchange students from Purgatory Hall were revealed to have been standing behind him.

“Pardon the intrusion—and for not greeting you sooner,” Barbatos stated with a bow.

“Hi there, MC,” Solomon greeted cheerfully with a wave.  “We got here at the same time as Diavolo and Barbatos.”

“I hope your evening has been going well,” Simeon chimed in.

“Diavolo?” Lucifer wondered aloud as he entered the common room with his younger brothers in tow.  “And you all as well?  What’s going on?”

Luke squeezed through the group to stand before MC and firmly question, “MC, is it true that you’ll be giving Simeon, Solomon, and all of these demons a goodnight kiss every single night?  If so, I—  I want to be included, too!”

With wide eyes and gaping mouths, MC and the demon brothers quietly stared back at the five guests for the next few seconds.

“Wh—  WHAT?!” the eight of them screamed.

From then on, it became commonplace for the royals and Purgatory Hall trio to visit the House of Lamentation each night to partake in MC’s goodnight kiss routine. 

(You’d think MC would’ve seen this coming after what transpired when Belphegor first asked for a goodnight kiss...)

#ask response #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me simeon x mc #obey me solomon x mc #obey me demon brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #short story #fluff

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Heaven's Princess (Part 1)

Go To Hell

Prologue || Masterlist || Part 2

Song(s) of the chapter: Backstabber (Kesha) + Oh Ana (mother mother)

Looking up, water dripped through cracks in the roof. The house was in poor enough conditions, but it always got worse after bad storms.

“Dear, come here. Stay away from the leaking spots and wear this, it's cold.” A sweet woman's voice offering a dry coat. Moving over to her, putting the coat on was a small blonde haired child. “My sweet baby, you don't deserve to live like this.”

~~~~~

“Here sweetie! I was able to save up enough to buy some meat AND veggies! I made your favorite!” The portion set on the table was small but delicious and fresh. “It's all for you! You deserve it for being the best darling daughter!”

~~~~~

“There's my gorgeous girls!”

“Aww sweetheart!” They're love even prevailed through tough times. “Come here Bia give your Daddy a hug!” Running into their arms, warmth and tender love enveloped the small girl.

~~~~~

“I'm sorry we can't give you better… You deserve the world.” Mother's voice cried.

“I know mom.”

~~~~~

“Really think you're better than everyone here? Hahahah! As if you can't even get new clothes! You look like you found those in a dumpster, though with your home life you probably did!”

~~~~~

It was irritating to watch other kids at school. Always dressed in new clothes bought by their parents. Bragging about being taken to new restaurants. Talking about how their parents spoil them rotten. Pathetic, they don't even deserve what they have. Even being the top of all her classes, everyone looked down on her.

~~~~~

A dry dark night was lit ablaze from the flames engulfing a small rundown home. Heat engulfed the bodies inside, no one knew the cause nor really cared.

Heaven had been an interesting experience for Biatreh. So bright and gentle, however she was unaccompanied by her parents. As expected only she was worthy to get here. Unfortunately she still wasn't super happy, she was ranked 2nd lowest in Heaven's hierarchy. Just a winner, nothing special since there are thousands just like her.

One day she stumbled across a performance and met the Princess of Heaven. She was a very kind girl, full of energy. However Bia hated how sympathetic the girl was towards people. She wasted her energy on people that should be below her. She barely did anything for her title nor does she use it. It was a waste on someone like her. However being friends with Eliora had its perks, maybe she could help Eliora be more worthy of her title. Soon after befriending the princess, Biatreh met Sera, the head seraphim. Biatreh and Sera shared a lot of ideals and beliefs.

This friendship with Sera made Biatreh more aware of the type of person the princess was. Her sympathy wasn’t only towards lower ranks in Heaven but also towards those on Earth, and worse Hell. Bia thoroughly expressed her feelings of disgust openly towards the idea of sympathy for sinners, this made a discussion between the two angels.

“The princess needs to learn why there shall not be any sympathy towards such things!”

“Relax Bia. Though I agree the best we can do is steer her down the right path. Luckily she’s not much of a dreamer like Lucifer before the fall, but she is as kind-hearted as he was.”

“That might lead to her downfall…”

“Unfortunately if her innocence is ruined or she defies heaven because of it, yes, it will be.”

Eliora’s POV

“And here is one of my favorite animals, foxes! Oh, and next-” You excitedly showed Biatreh around Heaven’s zoo.

“Aurora* calm down, they're just animals. Nothing I haven’t seen on Earth.” You pout before your face lights up again.

“Do you have a favorite animal?”

“Hm. I quite like sheep. They were my favorite animal as a child.”

“Oh! So that’s why you have sheep features! Aw that must be nice!”

“I guess so. Why do you like foxes?”

“Well I think they look very beautiful, they are also like the perfect combination of dogs and cats!”

“Foxes don’t have a very good reputation or at least don’t symbolize good things.”

“I’ve heard, but that's like saying every human is bad because some sin? All the foxes I’ve met are very sweet, if not a bit cheeky and silly at times!” You giggle, Bee wasn’t the first person to ask you this. You catch a glimpse in her eye that makes you feel like she didn’t like that answer all that much. Before long you both are hungry for some lunch so you take her to a favorite spot of your’s.

“Granny, it's good to see you!” You quickly run into the older woman’s arms as she hugs you tightly.

“Hello darling! Come by for some lunch, and you brought a friend. Come deary, let me fix you up something.” You were led to a table where you were then given some menu suggestions to pick from. Soon enough, Grandma Estelle treated you both to a good helping of food, insisting you eat more since you were so young before leaving to go situate other customers.

“So you come here to eat pretty often, huh?”

“Yeah! It's so nice here and the food is amazing!”

“Do you ever eat at higher scale places or have servants that, well, treat you since you’re a princess?”

“That’s how human kingdoms are run, Bee! Heaven is a lot different structure wise.”

“I see, but you’re still of higher rank are you not?”

“Does it really matter?” You raised a brow, confused where this was going.

“Wouldn’t you intimidate a lot of people from going to lower status places or overwhelm the small business with your popularity?”

“I mean some people get nervous around me but I’m just another angel in Heaven?”

“You’re Heaven born, a seraphim, God’s princess, youngest sister to the 7 virtues? Must I say more. You really need to start treating yourself as such. How else will you be able to help your people?”

“How does that help my people?” You feel hesitant, the wings on your head lowering tucking themselves in. You didn’t know how to feel about what she said ‘I’m a princess, yes, but I'm just another angel in Heaven. Besides being holy and good, is there more I really should be doing?’

“Well, authority to have people respect your voice and opinion for one. You’re not an average angel, Aurora. You also should start involving yourself in politics. It’d be good for you to know more about hell and earth. Maybe work under Sera with Emily? You’re going to be an adult soon. You should start actually taking your future seriously.”

“I have been! I’ve been observing other upper ranks doing their work and assisting if needed.”

“But you need your own job. You can’t gain the power of an archangel if you don’t.”

“I don’t care to be an archangel or a separate title!”

“You should. It doesn’t look good on you if you don’t work as hard as you’re family. Not to mention isn’t that why they took you in? To replace the last seraph in the family?”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? You clearly don’t understand my family.”

“My apologies.”

“...It’s fine.” You couldn’t stay mad at her. She’s a winner and probably heard gossip from older angels. Though you didn’t understand why she’d want you to replace Lucifer as an archangel. She probably thought others were temporarily taking over his job. Brushing it off, you continue lunch on a slightly tense note.

Friendship with Bee was hard. She didn’t seem to like how you viewed your title, but she also seemed to care greatly about you having a good future. The past year has been stressful. Not too long after your 149th birthday, your father had fallen into yet another depressive episode. This time, you couldn’t help much since you had started working more under Sera alongside Emily. Though you were grateful for the experience you wanted to go and help your father. Bee and Sera were too insistent on it not being your job and making you work hard to learn for your future.

Soon, you were called to a meeting room with just Bee and Sera, “Princess we have an important lesson today. You’ve shown immense progress in your abilities, so we wanted to let you in on something important since we think you’re ready.” She and Bia started to explain the exterminations. Your heart shattered. What they had been doing went against everything. There’s no way your family approved this.

“Sera, who gave permission for this?” You kept a poker face, though obviously not happy about this.

“This is for the safety of Heaven.”

“Sera, do any of the virtues know? Does my father? Does your’s?!” Your anger bubbled up, feeling like it was about to burst. ‘Sera is going behind Heaven’s back! How could she do something so cruel?!’

“Princess I’d thought you’d understand this by now. Heaven is Holy and must be protected.” Your wings appear on your back and spread out far.

“Sera this goes against everything! You don't even have permission! What would the upper ranks say?!” You yelled, desperate to get her to realize how serious this was.

“Bia, do what you must. This can’t get out. I must meet with the returning exterminators.” Your eyes flash over to Biatreh.

“You knew about this?! Is that why you’ve been trying to- You wanted me to convince the uppers?!”

“Well yes and no. I could care less what the upper ranks think, but if you could actually do something worthy of your title for once, it would have been amazing. However, you've disappointed me.” Suddenly you’re thrown to the floor on your stomach. Pain seers through your wings next. You look back to see her ripping them off in half. One by One. Once she has all of them, she puts a foot on your back, your shredded wings bleeding profusely. “These would go nicely next to Lucifer’s would they not. I’ve heard they do this to all fallen angels, though the entire wing.”

You are infuriated how could she do something like this. “Well you won’t be doing that. No one so cruel can hold my wings like a trophy!” Suddenly your wings are on fire burning the ones in her hands to ashes and burning the rest on your back down to the bases.

“Well I guess you should be going now before you heal.” Suddenly you're falling through a portal of red.

Turning around, you slowly watch the sky as you fade in and out of consciousness. A weird, hot feeling makes your body feel like a fire is trying to burn your very being. Sharp pains on different parts of your body. This moment feels like an eternity before you feel someone grasp you safely in their arms. Your body finally gives into unconsciousness as you hear someone gently speak, “I got you.”

Heaven feels a shift. Something is not right. Emily alerts the virtues of Eliora’s odd absence from work. The siblings immediately search for her presence in Heaven. They can’t find it. They can’t let God know, or else his days of wrath may come back, and no one would be spared. Right now, they need to find Elly before she’s put in any more danger than she may be in. Word was told to high ranked angels. Even Adam was let in on it who was pissed someone might have hurt the princess. Everyone could tell this wasn’t of her own doing.

*Biatreh’s nickname for Eliora (yes based on Disney sleeping beauty princess)

Welp Bia is a little messed up in the head. Jealousy be damned i guess?

Anyways I tried to rush this so I could actually start the story (part 2 is written and just needs to be revised then onto drafting part 3!!)

#Spotify #hazbin hotel #mintysseraphreader #platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader platonic

[yourmomxx]

Those Christmas Lights (light up the street)

Dean Winchester x child!reader

Summary: It’s Jack’s first Christmas, you want to get Dean a special present, and Cas makes terrible eggnog

Warnings: 13+, slight kidnapping, slight throwing up, not edited yet

Word Count: 8,5k

A/N: this is my way of wishing you all a very merry Christmas! whether you’re celebrating today, tomorrow, or in January (or any other day) - merry christmas and also a happy new year!

It was on a Sunday when you decided that you wanted to celebrate Christmas this year. You were looking through some old boxes, when you came across an ornament you made with Ellen and Jo back when you lived at the Roadhouse.

It was a colorful star folded out of red and yellow colored paper. It spun back and forth on a golden thread as you held it up.

When you were still celebrating, before you moved into the bunker with Sam and Dean, and all the holidays kind of faded into the background. You looked at the slightly crumpled star. Maybe it was time to revive some traditions.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the smell of fried bacon and eggs and the sight of the Winchester brothers, who seemed to have been awake a little longer. Or hadn't slept at all.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the smell of fried bacon and eggs and the sight of the Winchester brothers, who seemed to have been awake a little longer. Or hadn't slept at all.

The equivalent of blooming life as Dean, seated on the table, stared into his half-filled cup as if the black coffee in it would give him back his lost sleep. Sam was standing by the sink, scrubbing a clean plate in circular motions - and had been for several minutes.

It seemed like yesterday's hunt had demanded a lot from both of them. You cautiously entered the kitchen and waited for them to notice you. But both seemed caught up in their own tired thoughts, which is why you cleared your throat to draw attention to yourself. Sam's head shot up while Dean only slowly turned his in the bare minimum to signal that he knew you were here.

"I was thinking," you began, and Dean snorted into his cup as he lifted it to his lips. "That doesn't sound good."

You ignored him and continued talking undeterred. "I think we should celebrate Christmas this year."

Sam stopped in his bid to wash the plate and eyed you. "Christmas?" he asked and you nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"What makes you think of that now?" Dean's sleepy-sluggish voice came from the kitchen table.

"First of all, I think we need a break," you explained as you sat down across from Dean at the kitchen table. "And second, that would be Jack's first Christmas. He would experience something other than the torment that the world has to bring, but more - joy and warmth. I think we owe him that.”

Dean frowned. "First of all," he said, sort of mocking you, and raising his index finger, "we don't need a break. We're fine.”

You shot him a look. "If Sam keeps scrubbing that plate over there, it's going to have a hole in it eventually."

The dishes rattled as Sam put his plate on the pile next to the sink.

"And second, Jack has it great with us," Dean continued, ignoring your comment.

"Mm-hm, sure," you said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure the end of the world and the inheritance of Lucifer was nothing short of a dream from a first year of life."

Dean just shrugged and took another sip from his cup.

"I'm not even talking about a big Christmas," you tried to argue further, "It doesn't have to involve gifts, or Elf on the Shelf, or anything like that. Just some decorations, and a tree, and maybe some nice food. That's it."

You gave both of them pleading looks, but a little more to Sam because he was always a bit easier to convince for such things than your father.

Sam cleared his throat and reached for the next plate to clean it. "I mean, the idea doesn't sound that bad," he said, and a smile spread across your lips.

But Dean's head was spinning so fast you thought he was going to snap his neck.

“That’s coming from you?”, he asked incredulously, "what happened to your whole 'I hate holidays of any kind' attitude?"

Sam shrugged and looked down at his dishes like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Y/N is right. We could probably use a break. And treat Jack to something that doesn't put him in danger or involve hunting something? Doesn't sound so bad."

Dean looked at his brother like he just told him he fucked an archangel. He narrowed his eyes hard once, then slowly turned back to you and took another sip of his coffee. "Then the verdict was well passed," he murmured dramatically.

You smiled and banged your flat hands on the table in excitement. "Thank you!" you said happily and jumped up. "I'll tell Jack." And with that you were out of the kitchen again.

Dean waited until he was sure you were out of earshot, then turned to Sam. "Not a bad idea? What happened to you?”

Sam ignored his brother and began to put the plates back in the shelves. In the process, he had to move some misplaced cups and bowls out of the way. Apparently Castiel had cleared out the dishwasher again.

"We've got two kids here now, Dean," Sam said. "Although one of them looks more like a twenty-two year-old, but still." He closed the cabinet doors and made his way out of the kitchen.

"Don't ruin the Christmas spirit, Dean!" he called out.

"The Christmas spi- Since when are you interested in Christmas?" Dean was outraged, but Sam couldn't - or didn't want to - hear him anymore.

—

Dean Winchester was a complicated man about a lot of things. Feelings, interpersonal relationships, trust, feelings. But he was definitely simple in one thing: his interests.

In your opinion, Dean Winchester could be described as a nerd, even if you would never tell him that to his face. That was a realization you made to yourself at one point and one that you would keep to yourself.

But this realization made it easy for you to choose a gift for him. Yes, you said no presents this Christmas, but that wasn't a rule, more a persuasion tactic to get Sam and Dean to celebrate it with you.

But secretly you knew exactly what you would get Dean. And you knew where to get it, too, but you'd have to sneak away from the watchful eyes of your family first. Under a good pretext, of course. And you actually already had it.

With a small cloth bag on your shoulder, for money and later the gift you would come back with, you entered the Crows Nest, where Dean and Cas sat bent over a piece of paper - actually, Cas stood - and were discussing something.

Dean looked up when he saw you coming and eyed the bag with suspicion. "Where are you going?"

You stopped just short of the stairs up. "Buy a Christmas tree," you lied, "I figured better late than never."

A few days had passed since you had had the conversation with Sam and Dean in the kitchen, and the subject of Christmas hadn't been explicitly brought up since.

The bunker still had its old, undecorated glory (if you could call it that) and from the looks of it, Dean was already keeping his eyes out for a new hunt.

You could tell from the brief, confused look that flitted across his face when you said the words "Christmas" and "tree" to him, but he skilfully covered it up with a clearing of his throat.

"That's right, there was something," he said and you raised your eyebrows. Just as you were about to go up the stairs, you heard Dean's voice say, "Take Jack with you."

You stopped abruptly and slowly turned in the direction of your father, who was looking up at you together with the angel.

"Jack?" you repeated questioningly. "Why that?"

Not that you had a problem with that, no, no. But the thing is, you wanted to buy a secret gift for Dean, and Jack, well. He wasn't very good with secrets. Not even on purpose. But the ability to distinguish relevant information to be released from information that should be kept private was sometimes difficult for him.

Dean leaned back in his chair. "Well, you said that one of the reasons that you suddenly went all Whoville was because you wanted to show Jack the good side of life. So take him with you. Buy a Christmas tree.”

Cas next to him nodded. "I think that sounds like a very good idea too."

Dean pointed to Cas behind him and made a face that clearly said ‘See?’.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and protest as you reluctantly tramped back down the stairs and set off in search of the Nephilim.

When the heavy door of the bunker closed again a few minutes later behind the two of you, Cas turned a little critically to Dean and asked: "What did you mean when you talked about Christmas?"

"Huh?" Dean only looked up briefly from the spell they had been eyeing before he understood Cas' question and gave his attention back to the piece of paper.

“Ah yes, Y/N got it in their head that we really need to celebrate Christmas this year. Something about we need a break and Jack needs to get to know the good things in life. That whole crap.” He waved it off and read an ingredient out loud. "Lamprocapnos spectabilis. What's that supposed to mean? If witches write stuff like that, then please do it in a way that I don't need a doctor's degree to understand all of it!"

"But if today is Christmas Eve," Cas continued, without paying much attention to Dean's tantrum, "Why do you not see that anywhere here?" He looked around. "Excuse my bluntness, but I think it looks as barren as ever."

Dean put his head in his hands and stifled a groan. "That's because nobody has hung anything up yet, Cas," he growled to the angel.

Ca's frown deepened. "But why? If Y/N wishes-"

"I don't know if you've noticed, Cas, but we've been a little busy kicking the devil's ass back to hell lately, so sorry if I don't put myself in white and red dress-up and hop around shouting Ho-Ho-Ho!”

Castiel rolled his shoulders back and cocked his chin. His eyes sparkled angrily. "Dean,” he said, “Your child has never asked for anything before. Only ever did what you wanted to keep you satisfied. I think you can grant them this one wish.”

Dean wanted to say something, but Cas had already turned away and headed for the library. "Now if you'll excuse me, I will go find Sam and look for something to decorate with him. So we can celebrate Christmas.”

And with that he was gone, leaving Dean alone in the Crows Nest, parchment still on the table and head thrown back in annoyance.

—

While the adults stayed back in the bunker, you and Jack had taken it upon yourselves to pick a fitting Christmas tree. You had taken the Impala to a nearby village, which’s advertisement told you that you would find some here.

Now you were following the written signs, Jack trailing slightly behind you.

“What are we even looking for in a Christmas tree?” Jack suddenly asked and you shrugged.

“Well, nothing specific, really. Just a tall pine tree, which we will put in the bunker and then we’ll decorate it with some ornaments, tinsel, and maybe candy canes.”

“What are those?”

“What are what?”

“Candy canes. What are those?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to Jack with a look of disbelief on your face. “You don’t- you don’t know what candy canes are?” You asked.

Jack frowned. “No,” he said.

“But you know about punch, right?” You asked. “And candied apples? And roasted almonds?”

Jack’s frown deepened and turned into a thinking pout. “No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t believe it. Jack Kline, the nephilim, the most powerful being in this universe, was standing in front of you and telling you he didn’t know the most important elements of a successful Christmas time.

Then again, his multi-dimensional knowledge maybe didn’t apply to the nostalgic beings of life.

Curtly, you took Jack’s hand and began pulling him after you. “Well then it’s about time I introduce you.”

“And what about the Christmas tree?” Jack asked. “I think they’ll survive if it reaches the bunker a few hours later,” you calmed him down. And with that, you took course towards a constellation of small huts, with crowds of people standing around and chattering, an excited Jack Kline in tow.

—

Annoyed and yet willing - as you know him - Dean Winchester stood on a long ladder and tied a few loose fir branches to the banister with some wool, which Sam hung with small bells.

It had taken a few hours, and yet they had made it.

“Wow Sam, the decoration we found in your room was indeed enough,” Castiel praised as he admired a wreath hanging from the archway.

Sam smiled and tied one last bell in a pine branch. Then he handed it to Dean.

"I still think we should hang up mistletoe," Sam said conspiratorially and Dean almost fell off the ladder.

"No," the older one decided firmly when he'd recovered. "Absolutely not."

When he wasn't looking, Sam mocked him with grimaces. "Alright, Grinch," he murmured under his breath and got an "I heard that!" thrown at him by his older brother.

Sam shook his head nonchalantly, preferring to step back to survey the work they'd done. Glittering garlands with bows hung over the individual exits from the crows nest, and small wreaths could be seen here and there on the doors. The dancing branches that Dean was hanging up were made from found branches and some loose decorations that they had found in Sam's box.

All in all it didn't look too bad. Dean himself was surprised what his little brother had hidden in his room.

“So” The older one finally climbed down from the ladder and looked at his work on the banister. "Not too bad," he stated, and Sam also knew that this would be the highest level of enthusiasm for the decoration that Dean would show them.

"When we're done here," Castiel said, a slight smile curling his lips, "then I would retire to the kitchen for a little while. I still have work to do there." Before either brother could react, he was gone again.

"Hate it when he does that," Dean gruntled, but proceeded to quietly put the ladder away.

—

Some time and many market stalls later, Jack and you were standing around a small, round table, steaming cups of punch set on the wooden surface in front of you.

Children's punch, of course - non-alcoholic. After all, 50% of those present here were not even two years old.

You cautiously took a sip from your mug, Jack was still eyeing his drink suspiciously after burning his tongue from the hot liquid just a moment earlier.

Seeing how effortlessly you drank, he finally dared to take a small sip, and noticing that the punch had cooled further, he took a larger one. You smiled at him as he put the cup down again and licked his lips with relish. His had a little angel printed on it - which you personally thought was very fitting.

"So," you asked, "Did you enjoy the little Christmas tour?" Jack grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"And these are all Christmas traditions?" he asked and you nodded. "Yep. That and Santa Claus putting presents under the tree for the good kids on Christmas Eve.” you sighed. “But that's just a tale parents tell their little kids. And as you get older, you realize that it was the adults all along and a bit of the magic is gone."

Jack frowned. "So you know that Santa Claus doesn't exist?"

You nodded "Yes."

“Then, why do you want to celebrate Christmas so badly?” Jack asked, curious.

You lowered your gaze and ran your finger along the side of the mug. Suddenly the little reindeer drawn on it seemed incredibly interesting.

“I don’t know,” you said. But that was a lie. And Jack wasn’t stupid, he knew that. But he didn’t say anything, he just tilted his head slightly.

There was a moment of silence between you two.

“It’s just,” you said, “when I was still living at the Roadhouse, Dean would always visit somewhere around Christmas.” You smiled at the memory.

“When Jo first taught me how to fold stars out of paper, I did it all the time, for everyone. And a second time. And when Dad came by, I made him the most stars out of all. I knew he was always on the road, so I wanted to give him as many things as possible to remember me by. So he wouldn’t forget about me.”

You did your best to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. “I made him the stars every year. Even if he stopped to come by at some point."

There was that silence again, only this time Jack clearly noticed your dejection and did what he had always seen Cas do when Dean wasn't feeling well.

He reached forward and gently placed his hand on yours. You gave him a grateful smile and he returned it.

Then suddenly, you sniffled once and brushed some loose hair away from your face. "But whatever. Christmas is just my favorite holiday in general.” You took a deep breath, making your shoulders rise and fall, and closed your eyes. “Just the warmth of a nicely decorated house or a nice punch when it's cold outside. There’s something about it."

Jack simply agreed with you on that. He couldn't confirm it himself, so he just trusted you on that point.

You quickly downed the last of your punch and encouraged Jack to do the same. "Come on, drink up. We still have to go somewhere."

Jack did as ordered and you brought back the two cups and received the deposit.

"Let's get a Christmas tree now?" Jack asked excitedly, but you shook your head. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have to get something else first."

"What then?" He asked.

"My present for my Dad."

"But you said no gifts?"

"It wasn't a rule, it was a necessary evil. But-” You pulled out your phone to double-check the exact address of the store. "I found something really great for him."

"What is it?" Jack sounded almost as excited as you felt, and that excitement was the reason you told him. "You know how much Dean loves Batman, right? And cars?" Jack nodded.

"Well, I scoured my friend, the good old internet, and found someone selling a miniature Batmobile!" You told him giddily.

Jack looked confused and it only struck you now that he probably didn't even know what the Batmobile was.

"It’s the car Batman drives." You explained. "Aaah," Jack went, and you could practically see the realization forming on his face as his eyes widened and his mouth opened in amazement.

“And why only a mini version?” he asked further. "Is that a toy car?"

Ouch. Would Dean have heard that now. "No Jack, it's not a toy car" you told him clearly. "It's a collector's item."

“Why would you want to collect small cars?”

You sighed loudly. "I don't know Jack, ask any man over thirty-five."

Jack was about to ask something else, but to your rescue, the small alarm sounded on your cell phone, signaling that you had reached your destination. You stopped and eyed the shop.

It was relatively small, and surrounded by other bright shops, decorated all around with Christmas decorations, it also looked a bit deserted. Miller's Antiques was written in large letters on a sign above the front door. You exchanged a look with Jack. He seemed just as skeptical.

"Well, it won't be that bad," you said, not sure if you were trying to encourage Jack or yourself.

A small bell rang as you opened the door inward.

Jack always stayed behind you, as you entered the small building. It was actually a bit gloomy in here, the shelves, some filled to the ceiling with objects, seemed to keep all the sunlight from falling in. The only source of unnatural light was a shadeless lightbulb suspended in the middle of the room.

"Hello?" You asked into the silence, but there was no answer.

That's how every horror movie starts, you thought, and an uneasy feeling crept in. But no, now you had come so far, you would still manage these last few meters. Just give him the money, take the car, done. And then get out of here as soon as possible.

At the other end of the room was a counter. You and Jack approached it and you tentatively rang the little bell that stood there.

A moment passed, then another, until a slightly older man appeared from behind a curtain that apparently led to the warehouse, and stood at the counter.

"Can I help?" he asked, in a high yet raspy voice. Maybe a smoker, you thought. Or a Broadway singer with severely strained vocal cords.

"My name is Winchester, Y/N," you replied. "We emailed?" He seemed to think for a moment. "Ah yes, of course, Winchester," he finally recalled. "About the car, right?"

"Yes, exactly."

The lanky man leaned to the side a little and eyed Jack up and down with suspicion. "And who is this?"

Before you could reply, Jack had taken a step forward and raised his hand in greeting. "Hello," he said, "my name is Jack Kline. It's nice to meet you."

"He's a family friend," you added as the shop owner raised his eyebrow. "I see," he then murmured, turning back to you.

"You have the money with you?" You rummaged in your bag and held the wallet in front of his eyes.

"Good, good," he said, taking the curtain in his hand. "Then come with me. I put that somewhere back here."

Absolutely not. "Actually that's okay, we'll just wait here until you come back."

The man grinned. “Don't worry. I do not bite." You couldn't see Jack smiling behind you, and just as you were about to protest further, the boy squeezed past you with a "You're right" and followed the man behind the curtain.

You clenched your jaw. You really needed to give this guy some kidnapping avoidance tutoring. Nevertheless, especially because you no longer had a choice, you also stepped forward into the darkened room.

"Jack?" you asked. "Mr Miller?"

But no answer came.

Worried, you went to search the room when you felt something hurt terribly on the back of your head, and at the same moment everything went black.

—

In the meantime in the Bunker, there was a festive Christmas smell coming from the kitchen. Dean dismissed the smell somewhat suspiciously, because "After all, it's Cas," he had told Sam. "He doesn’t eat, how is he supposed to cook something?"

Also, the fact that he had been in there for a while made Dean a little uncomfortable. Not that he broke anything. Or would char. Not in his kitchen.

Hopefully he didn't misclassify the knives. As much as Dean loved him, he wouldn't forgive that.

When Cas then finally entered the library, he carried a wooden tray in front of him. On it were several glasses with a yellow-creamy liquid in them.

Sam and Dean raised their gazes and looked surprised first to the drinks, and then to Cas. "What do you have there, Cas?" Sam asked, trying to peer into the glasses.

"Glad you asked," Castiel said. "This is Egg Nog. I've heard it's a Christmas tradition among humans, so I thought I'd up the ante on the Christmas cheer."

He held out the tray to the two of them. "Try it."

The brothers each grabbed a glass from the tray and took a long gulp of the Christmas drink. Dean's eyes clenched and widened again and Sam's eyebrows shot up. As they put the glasses back down, Castiel asked, "How is it?"

"Mm-hm," Dean said, mouth still full, thumbs up. Sam did the same.

Castiel smiled contentedly. "Well then. I'll put the rest aside so we have enough supplies. And also for Y/N and Jack when they come back.” With that, he turned around and disappeared from the library again towards the kitchen with his tray in hand.

The moment he was out of sight, Dean pulled the closest plant to him and spat the contents out of his mouth into the pot, Sam did the same with his glass.

Dean wiped his mouth. "I have the feeling that Cas read a bottle and a half instead of a cup and a half of rum," he said in disgust.

Sam looked over at him. "Isn't that like a normal dose for you?"

Dean looked at the glass as if it had just bitten his finger. "Not all at once, no," he replied. "But we don't have to tell Cas that." With that, he poured the remaining contents of the glass into the plant pot and turned back to his laptop and the show he was watching.

Zoe was about to break up with Wade and Cas' performance had interrupted the dramatic moment. That was also something he wouldn't tell him.

He had just resumed the series, when Sam felt like he had to interrupt him.

"Tell me, did you get Y/N's gift yet?" he asked. Annoyed, Dean pressed the pause button again and pulled his headphones out of his ears.

"What now?"

"Y/N's present," Sam repeated. "You know, wrapped in colored paper, with a bow-"

"I know what a present is," Dean interrupted abruptly. "But why should I have gotten one for Y/N? They specifically said no gifts.”

Sam sighed. "Dean," he began. Sometimes he thought his brother was a lost cause in this area. "Y/N is your child. And regardless of whether they have a no-gift rule or not, it would be right to give them something anyway. Especially after what has happened the last few years.”

"What's happened in the last few years," Dean grumbled lowly. "I don't even know what to get them!" he followed behind, already a little desperate. Sam had made him nervous.

But the younger one just shrugged. "Neither do I. You probably know them best of all of us.”

That ended the conversation for Sam. And he left behind, sitting opposite him, a thinking Dean Winchester, who still had to find a Christmas present from somewhere. And at best, before you came back, which, unfortunately for him, wouldn't be a very long time. After all, how much time would buying a Christmas tree take?

—

When you woke up, at first you thought you were still unconscious. It took your eyes a while to adjust to the darkness around you and to work with what little light came through a dirty little window.

Slowly but surely, individual silhouettes stood out from the darkness and you recognized furniture, walls, pillars. Now that you thought about it, this looked like a basement. The pillars to support a house and all the junk that was just dumped here because it wasn't needed anymore.

With the realization, a throbbing pain in the back of your head set in. You wanted to raise your hand to grab the spot, but you couldn't. With a groan of frustration, you realized that your hands were tied with ropes around one of the pillars, and it felt pretty tight. Great. At least you were tied so you could sit down.

"Jack?" you asked into the silence, having an odd déjà-vu. Then it popped into your head. The antique shop. Your dad's gift. And the shady man that Jack had so willingly followed behind the curtain.

"Y/N?" came a hesitant voice, and your heart lifted. "Thank the gods you're fine," you sighed.

You still didn't know who this man was or what he wanted exactly. But if he tied you and Jack here together, then maybe he didn't even know he was a Nephilim.

Was it your last name? Did he have a grudge against the Winchesters? Or thought he could lure Sam and Dean out by capturing you? Or Cas with Jack?

Wouldn't be the first time.

The pounding in the back of your head slowly diminished. The blow didn't seem to have been too hard. Which meant you probably hadn't been unconscious for very long either. And yet you thought about it.

"Well, hello!" suddenly sounded a voice. A high, yet scratchy one. Either a smoker or a former Broadway star. The voice of the man who locked you in here.

"Miller," you spat. He stopped in front of you and grinned down at you. Only now did you notice that he held a pistol in his right hand. Swell.

"Good morning sunshine!" he chirped. "Sleep well?" He didn't wait for an answer from you, just kept talking. "I apologize for the inconvenience, please understand, we are not a star hotel here, but I made the best of it."

You clenched your jaw and gave him murderous looks.

"Who are you? Why are you doing all this?” Jack called from behind you and you tried to put your hand on his to signal 'shut up'. But it was too late. Miller's attention shifted to Jack until he was standing in front of him as well.

"Why am I doing this?" he repeated, still grinning. "Why, for the money of course!" That's when he licked his lips and looked back at you angrily.

“And most people are so totally fine with getting their pieces delivered. By post. You tell them you have something that they want, one of Britney Spears’ gel nails, the scarf that Niki Lauda wore at his first race …” He trailed off. You made a face. “And the bottom line is: I get the money, but these people never get their product. That's the way it works."

He lazily pointed his gun towards you.

"But no, not you," he continued scornfully. "You wanted to come by personally. Get a Batmobile collectible.” He cracked a dirty laugh. “So I had to improvise! That is why, both of you, are sitting here, tied up." He shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't my first option, but I had to think fast."

You were confused. What the guy said made some sense, but only if one piece of the puzzle in your story was wrong.

"The money? internet fraud? What-" you cut yourself off as you came to a realization. “Wait, are you- human?”

Now it was Miller's turn to be confused. "Uh yeah? And newsflash, you are too?”

"So, you're no demon?" You continued to ask. "Shapeshifter, vampire, anything?"

"No, I- what the hell are you even talking about?" He looked at Jack as if he had all the answers ready for him.

"Ugh," you groaned, banging your head against the pillar behind you. Which in hindsight probably wasn't such a smart idea, because now it was hurting again.

"You're telling me we got overrun by some common white guy?" Embarrassing. If your dad found out! Holy hell.

But Miller seemed duly indignant at your report. "Well, I beg you pardon," he said. "I think I did pretty well for a beginner." He shrugged.

"Now that I think about it, it's actually kind of a shame. I've grown fond of you two. Especially you, cowboy.” He pointed the pistol at Jack.

"You seem so easy."

"And now?" Jack asked, with as much contempt in his voice as he could muster. "Are you going to kill us?"

Miller's eyes widened in mock horror. "Kill you?" he asked. "Oh no, no, no. I'm not a murderer. And it's Christmas.” He smiled, and you didn't like it at all.

"No, you just stay here. For a while. A couple of days. Nobody ever comes down into this cellar. And if you starve to death, well.” He sighed in faked wistfulness. "Then I call that a very tragic end to two young lives."

"That's a lot worse than just shooting us," you pointed out and the man rolled his eyes. "Teens and their smartasses," he murmured.

"Well then," he said, stamping his foot briefly. "I'm getting back to work. You two, have a good time down here. And don't even try yelling, the doors are pretty thick.” He waved goodbye before turning and heading up the stairs. "Until then!"

You wriggled indignantly in your bonds. "Good, then leave us here!" You yelled after him. "But if the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future come to take you, I will not save you, Mr Scrooge!"

The thunder of the heavy steel door signaled his absence and you slumped back into your still position.

"Mr Scrooge?" You grimaced. "That was the best I could do?"

"Y/N," Jack's voice came from across the pillar. "How do we get out of here?"

You thought.The adults didn't have a clue where you were, and due to the defensive sigils on your ribs and Jack's powers, Castiel couldn't track you.

Jack's Powers!

"Jack, you have to break these bonds!" you begged him.

It was quiet for a moment. "I- I don't know how." Jack's voice sounded small and scared from the other side, and you felt almost bad for pressuring him like that.

"I know it scares you, Jack," you coaxed him. “But we won't get out of here otherwise. I didn't take any of my knives, I wasn't prepared for that. Our dads don't know where we are. You're the only one who can save us and get us home, Jack. Please."

He still hesitated. "I believe in you," you continued to encourage him. “You can do this. Call it a Christmas miracle. It will work and you won't hurt me."

You felt your hands getting warmer. But it wasn't warmth, like from a flame or a fireplace, no, it was pure energy. Pure and pulsating, it emanated from Jack's hands and in the next instant, the bonds were loose.

You jumped up to help Jack up too, only to feel the consequences as your head started pounding again.

"See?" you smiled at him. "Christmas Miracle." A small, proud smile played on Jack's lips as well as he looked at his hands.

A loud bang sounded moments later as the heavy door was thrown off its hinges. You clambered over it, and followed a few more spiraling stairs up to the back room where Miller knocked you down earlier.

Carefully, you and Jack crept between the stuffed shelves until you reached the black curtain again and slowly pushed it a bit aside.

Almost immediately in front of you, Miller was standing, with his back to you, engrossed in his laptop. Jack took a quick step forward and placed his palm on the back of the man's head, and the next moment he fell unconscious to the ground.

"He's just-" "Unconscious," Jack assured you, taking your hand. "Come on, we have to get out of here."

"One moment." You bent down and grabbed Miller's ankles. "We have to do something first. Help me."

Jack grabbed the man under his arms and you both carried him out of the small shop. The bell jingled as the door opened and closed again.

—

In the meantime. several hours had passed. Which was more hours than Dean would have liked. The sun was already low in the sky, and even if they couldn't see it from the bunker, Dean could guess it. He was about a vanishing ray of sunshine away from jerking open the door and personally looking for Jack and Y/N.

"They’ve been gone too long," he said, for what must have been the thirteenth time, as he paced around the Crows Nest. Sam looked up from his book and to his brother.

"Dean, they're both almost adults. And Jack is the most powerful entity in this universe. I think they’ll manage.”

"Mm-hm," Dean went, and Sam knew he hadn't convinced him. Just like the other twelve times.

Then, as if called upon, they heard the squeak of the heavy front door and a slightly disheveled Jack Kline entered, with an exhausted Y/N Winchester in tow.

Dean was already waiting for you both at the foot of the stairs. "What the hell took you so long? And why didn't either of you answer your phone? We didn't know where you were, something could have happened to you!"

You and Jack ducked your heads and Jack was about to say something when you cut him off. "I'm sorry, Dad," you apologized. "Will not happen again."

Dean's anger seemed to subside a little because his voice sounded calmer and softer when he said it. "I hope so. I was worried."

And even if it was probably a little inappropriate in this situation, you felt a bit warm at his words.

"Uhm guys", Sam asked. "Where is the Christmas tree?"

You and Jack looked at each other in alarm and then back at the adults. Now Dean's eyebrows were raised expectantly, too.

“The Christmas tree?”, you asked, slowly. Sam nodded.

"We got kidnapped," Jack blurted out.

"Excuse me what now?" Dean's eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, Jack," you slowly dragged, turning to the Nephilim. "What?"

"But we took care of it," he added and in his eyes shone pride. “I used my powers. Without hurting anyone."

Cas nodded in appreciation. “That is a very success. I'm proud of you."

Jack's smile almost went in circles if his ears weren't between them, he smiled so hard.

Dean, however, still seemed a little worried. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He reached for your head, but you dodged him. "It's fine, Dad, I promise. Like Jack said. We took care of it."

—

One by one, the lights went out in the sheriff's department. Sheriff Dowers, a slightly stocky woman, was turning off the last of the lights as she prepared to leave her office.

Christmas Eve with the whole family, well that would be something - again. With her mother-in-law, who always complained about how seldom she was at home, or her great-aunt, who had something to criticize about her appearance every time they saw each other.

She shuddered just at the thought. It would take her nerves of steel again to get through this. And lots of mulled wine.

Dowers rubbed her eyes tiredly and was about to lock the door, when she suddenly saw a crouched figure in the darkness. As she got closer, she realized it was a man, probably in his forties, hands tied behind his back on the lantern that stood in front of the police station.

Through the dim light she saw a folded Christmas card tied to the man's bonds. It featured a decorated Christmas tree with gifts and the words "Merry Christmas to you!".

The sheriff opened the card in surprise and hesitated, as she read it: My name is Aaron Miller, owner of Miller's Antiques. I have scammed countless people out of their money online. You can find all of this on my laptop. Best wishes and a Merry Christmas! was written in it.

Sheriff Dowers looked at the man tied up. She had never experienced such a strange arrest. But that was just fine with her. Maybe her Christmas Eve wasn't going to be as torturous as expected after all.

—

After another lecture on safety and self-defense from Dean, you'd retreated to the warmth of your room to get out of your wet, cold, dirty clothes.

You were now dressed in an oversized hoodie and red plaid pajama bottoms. While you were stuffing the dirty things into the laundry basket, there was a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" you answered, and your Dad walked in through the open door.

"Hey," he said. "Hey," you said back.

For a moment neither of you said anything, you just stood there and looked at each other. Then Dean broke the silence.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. Again.

"Yes I'm fine," you assured him. Again. "I fight monsters on a weekly basis, I think I'll be able to deal with a human kidnapping."

Dean's facial expression changed. "Wait. Are you saying - that was no monster?” he asked.

You shook your head. "Nope."

"You got jumped by a regular guy?"

You threw your arms in the air and Dean chuckled.

"Oh, now all of a sudden you're not worried anymore?"

He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. "I know there's nothing to worry about because I know you kicked ass."

You grinned up at him. "Indeed we did."

Dean cleared his throat and let go of you. Then he sat on the edge of your bed and patted the seat next to him.

"So," he began when you sat down next to him, "I know you said we don't need any presents this Christmas. But, I figured, after all you've accomplished since you've been with us-' He pulled out a small package, wrapped in brown parchment paper and sealed neatly, and for a moment it occurred to you that probably Sam was the one who had wrapped it.

"Well, I figured you deserved it," Dean finished, handing you the present.

Incredulous, you opened the taped ends to avoid tearing the paper and pulled out what was in it.

"Stockings?" You gave your dad a questioning look.

Dean shrugged. "Yes, so you can hang them over the fireplace next year," he explained. "You know, how you do it at Christmas. I think."

"Next year?" you asked hopefully.

Now he avoided your gaze. "Well, I mean yeah, Christmas is stressful and pretty much unnecessary when you think about it, and we don't have time for-" He stopped himself and took a deep breath. "But maybe if we prepare a little better next time, it could be quite nice. And maybe then with official gifts.”

He smiled at you. You couldn't believe it. and without further ado you threw the stockings on the bed and pulled your dad into a tight hug.

"Thank you," you mumbled in his ear.

“You earned it, kiddo,” he said back. “I’m proud of you.”

You smiled into his flannel shirt. "Your heart has tripled in size. Like the Grinch.”

"Okay, thanks, Merry Christmas to you too," Dean replied in a sarcastic tone and broke the hug.

You were looking at the stockings next to you when you suddenly remembered what had become of your gift, and felt slightly depressed.

"I, um-" You lowered your gaze and fumbled with your fingers. “I actually had the plan to give you something, too. But then there was this thing with-"

At that moment the door was yanked open and both Dean's and your head shot in that direction. But only Jack stood in the doorway, hand raised in greeting. "Hello," he said, taking a step further into your room. The door that had opened so loud rested quietly against the wall. He must have used his powers to open it.

"Y/N, I am bringing you the gift for Dean," he continued, and only now did you register the small package in his hands.

"Wh-" You gaped at Jack in confusion.

He just smiled his innocent smile at you and nodded his head.

"Yes, you almost forgot it in the kitchen."

He placed the object in your hands. 'Thank you', you mouthed in his direction. Jack simply smiled and then courtly left the room again, but not before raising his hand to say goodbye, of course.

You turned to Dean again and, a little awkwardly, put the present in his hands.

You wondered what it could be. It definitely wasn't the car, the package wasn't the right shape for that. It was circular, yet a little flat. It was wrapped with colorful Christmas wrapping paper, and sealed with much, much tape. You smiled to yourself at the thought of Jack, highly focused, doing his best to cover up whatever was in there.

On top of it was a white bow, that Dean sort of brutally ripped off, just as he did the rest of the paper – a total opposite to your careful hand.

As he pulled the item out of the paper, you could almost see his eyes light up as he read the label.

"Howard Coleman's limited-edition Christmas pie—with cinnamon and apples straight from the North Pole!" And now you got it, too. It was the pie that Dean had been eyeing in stores for the past few days, whenever they passed it. All you knew about it was that it seemed to only come out once a year — around Christmas time — and it was supposed to taste like Santa baked it himself with his elves.

You smiled to yourself. How pure Jack was that he remembered it and allowed you to pass it off as your gift.

Dean was still grinning from ear to ear. "Ha-ha! I gotta show this to Sam, we gotta cut him straight!”

With that, he jumped up and planted a loving kiss on your hairline. "Thank you," he said and then he was already out the door.

—

Everyone was gathered in the crows nest. The garlands glittered and the whole building was filled with the smell of cinnamon. Little conversations ensued and everyone held a mug full of hot chocolate that Sam had specially conjured up.

A better option than Cas' failed egg-nog.

When the angel had gone around, offering you and Jack one of the glasses, all you could see was Sam hastily making a ‘Don’t do it’-gesture, and that was enough for you to politely say No.

"Have a good Christmas," you said, sprinkling sprinkles onto the whipped cream in your cocoa.

But Jack just looked at the empty space under the stairs.

"Now we don't even have a Christmas tree," he remarked, disappointment evident in his voice. Sam and you gave the young boy pitying looks.

Suddenly the signature woosh of Cas' wings could be heard and the angel was gone. Dean looked puzzled next to himself, where he had just been standing, and whirled around when he heard the wings again - accompanied by a rustling and clanking.

There, under the stairs, stood Castiel, with a huge green fir tree beside him, adorned with blue, white, and silver decorations. Jack's eyes almost popped out of his head and your mouth dropped open.

"Cas, where- where did you get that tree?" Sam asked incredulously. Cas looked at him with an almost reproachful look. "I'm an angel, remember?" he said, and that settled the matter.

Then Dean re-entered the room, having only recently left it unnoticed by anyone, holding an old CD-player in his hand.

He placed it on the big table and pushed a few buttons, and a slow Christmas carol started playing out of the speakers.

Everyone raised their mugs of hot chocolate and Dean poured some cherry liqueur into everyone's cups. You pressed yours close to Sam's, but Dean, always the psychic, noticed and pushed it away with his pinky finger.

You gave him a grim look, but he ignored you.

"Merry Christmas," Cas wished, and the rest joined in the chorus. "Merry Christmas!"

Mugs were clattering against each other, and Jack could be heard silently humming along to the music’s tune.

While everyone was busy chatting and laughing with one another, nobody noticed how Dean and Cas stole away. Together they stood a little apart, under the archway that led to the library. Dean leaned casually against the stonewall and looked at the scene that was playing out in front of them.

A slight smile graced his lips, and he didn't notice how Cas looked at him from the side, wearing just the same fond smile on his face.

"Considering that a few years ago I wouldn't have even dreamed of this happening - Christmas, hot chocolate, decorations-" Dean stopped himself. "A child. That doesn't come from murderous female warriors and wants to kill me.” He laughed lightly and took a sip of the hot chocolate.

"It's fascinating to see how despite all the suffering we've been through, good moments like this can still happen," Castiel agreed.

Dean turned his attention back to his angel and pushed himself slightly off the wall. "It's even better when everyone you care about is there."

Cas avoided Dean's look in flushed embarrassment. Suddenly the angel felt something trickling down onto his shoulder. It was an oblong shaped, small leaf with smooth edges.

He looked up in surprise. There by the archway above them, hung a bush full of those leaves, and round white berries within.

Dean groaned softly as he followed Cas' gaze and also discovered the plant. "I told Sam not to," he murmured.

Castiel looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

Dean suddenly got very flustered and started stuttering. "It's, um- it's mistletoe. A Christmas tradition where you—”

"I do, in fact, know this tradition," Cas interrupted him in a low voice.

Dean only now noticed how close the angel actually was to him. And unperturbed, his heart began to beat faster until it pounded in his throat.

He was afraid that Cas could hear it.

But like the conversations around them, this fear faded into the background when Dean leaned forward the last centimeter to Castiel and put his own lips on those of the black-haired angel.

It wasn't a long kiss if measured in time, minutes, seconds. But for Dean it felt infinite. And not the infinity that stretches forever, no. The infinity in which you let yourself fall into a sky full of happiness and love. He let himself fall into the feel of Cas' warm lips on his, which still tasted a little of the hot chocolate and cherry liqueur.

When they broke apart, Dean felt the need to kiss him again at the same moment.

Cas' blue eyes looked deep into his green ones.

"Merry Christmas, Dean," he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Cas."

And for that one moment, everything was perfect. And everything was warm.

Maybe Y/N was right. Maybe his heart had tripled in size.

Then, Sam's voice rang from the the table. “Cas, is that the Walmart Logo on our Christmas tree?”

#Spotify #winchester!daughter #winchester!reader #dean winchester x child!reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x castiel #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural destiel #jack kline #jack kline x reader #christmas in the old man’s hat #yourmomxx #cw supernatural #supernatural imagine #destiel #dean x castiel #destiel fic

[harunayuuka2060]

The demons MC's targeting: *gathered in a single place because they've received a message from their companion*

The demons: Are you sure he's here? Did he succeed on killing that human?

MC: No. *steps into the room*

The demons: !!!

MC: *holding the hand of the demon they killed in their apartment* Well, what did you even expect that would happen? Anyway, blood message does actually work.

The demons: *starts snarling at them*

MC: Let's see... 198. I wonder if I manage to collect all of you here.

The demons: WE'RE GOING TO KILL YOU AND SHRED YOU TO PIECES!!!

MC: I'll do a quick headcount. Now do me a favor and behave accordingly.

The demons: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

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MC: 196... 197... 198. Hm. I think that is all. Though...*looking at the bloody mess*

MC: Should I ask him to help?

MC: *shrugs the idea off* No. That'll be unprofessional of me—

Barbatos: *chuckles* It's not. Let me help you clean.

MC: ...

MC: What are you doing here?

Barbatos: You missed lunch.

MC: Ah.

MC: ...

MC: Does that mean I won't have any food to eat?

Barbatos: *shows them the lunchbox* No. What kind of a husband I am if I neglect you?

MC: ...

MC: Sure. Anyway, would you like to step out for a moment?

Barbatos: Hm? But I'm here to help.

MC: As I've said a while ago, it's unprofessional.

Barbatos: Okay. If you don't want me to, can you at least let me stay here?

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Barbatos: *frowning*

Diavolo: What's wrong, Barbatos? Is MC not done yet?

Barbatos: I believe they're almost done by now, young master.

Diavolo: Then what's with that face?

Lucifer: He's complaining that he has been kicked out when he tried to offer his help.

Barbatos: I'm not complaining about that.

Lucifer: You're sulking. Visibly.

Diavolo: Well, maybe MC was just shy? I mean, you two are a couple but you don't live in a same house.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: Are you saying they're feeling distant to me?

Lucifer and Diavolo: ...

Lucifer: Were they not from the beginning?

Barbatos: No... MC was always considerate of me...

MC: *opens the door to the office* Dear, I'm sorry for making you wait. *has changed their clothes*

Barbatos: *his face brightens* No. You're just in time.

Lucifer: MC, I've heard from the other students that everything is spotless.

MC: There were places that needed deep cleaning, but it was manageable.

Diavolo: You seem exhausted. Why not take some rest here?

Barbatos: You can sit on my lap and maybe take a nap as well.

Lucifer and Diavolo: ...

MC: I'll take that offer. Thank you. *goes to actually sit on his lap, facing him*

Diavolo: Uh... I think we need to give them some privacy, Lucifer.

Lucifer: You should've just given them a room!

Barbatos: You smell nice...

MC: Because of the fabric.

Barbatos: *chuckles*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #assassin!mc

[lynnslittlelife]

(This is my first time requesting anything so I'm a little nervous 😅)

Could I get a little! fem reader (GN is fine too) with daddy! Lucifer having a picnic date for their birthday? (My b-day is coming up soon 😊) Maybe the reader brought along some stuffies for a tea party (Luci's invited ofc 🤗) and/or the reader makes a flower crown for Luci. (Also, I just want to say, I love your work, keep up the good work💕)

I FEEL SO HONORED!!! And also HAPPY EARLY/LATE BIRTHDAY! I hope you have/had a fantastic birthday! You deserve it ^^

This was such a cute idea I love it so much ;-; Petnames used; little one, princess.

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You rushed, trying to get everything together. This was a very important day, afterall. Lucifer suggested a picnic date today! You knew how his pride could be, so you wanted to look good since you could come across other demons. He had always said he loved you for you, but he always dressed so nicely…though…you were going on a picnic date. Nothing that could get too messy. 

You stared at everything in your closet, but couldn’t find the right fit. Though in the back of your closet, something did stand out. It was one of your little outfits, and it seemed perfect. You weren’t little…were you? Hm. Maybe you were getting there. 

“I’ll just wear it because it’s cute! That’s all!” But within minutes of putting it on, you had fully slipped. Your little brain completely took over, and you went from a small packed purse to what felt like a tote full of things. But not just any things, no, no. It was all of your stuffies that didn’t get to have a picnic last time. Couldn’t make them feel left out from not getting to have the fun. 

In reality, it was just a tote bag. But it seemed so heavy! You’d never tell your stuffies that though. Hurting their feelings seemed to be your biggest worry in this headspace, and that was okay. You would never do anything that could cause that. 

You gathered up all the strength you had and put the bag over your shoulder and ran through the dorm, to find your daddy. He was almost always in his office when he wasn’t with you, so it was a safe bet to check there first. You stopped a few times, just making sure all your stuffies were still there on the way but arrived soon enough. 

“DADDY!” You yelled, flinging his workroom door open with a smile. You jumped up and down and couldn’t form bigger words right now than “PICNIC! PICNIC TIME!” A smile that always melted his heart was present on your face. How could he possibly even have a chance of saying no to you when you were being this cute?

He smiled back at you, and set down his pen. “Our picnic date? Are you all ready?” He glanced at your large bag, that was clearly full and knew full well you were ready. You wouldn’t be in your cutest little girl outfit and have a full bag like that without being so. But he always liked to ask you to use your words, and prompted that often. 

You ran up to his desk and dropped the full bag on his desk (with a little struggle, mind you), and crossed your arms, looking as proud of yourself as you could be. “Mhm! I got everythin I needs and I wanna go right now!” You quickly bounced from foot to foot, unable to contain your excitement for this even longer. And why should you? 

But in the excitement…you forgot why Lucifer had said he wanted to have this picnic date. You weren’t gonna complain, any time with your daddy, food, and your stuffies would never be something you complained about. It’s not as if you didn’t get those dates often, but just the thought had you bouncing around. Every time it was possible, a date with him would make your whole week brighter. Just like he tended to do. You did love each other a lot. 

Lucifer stood up, and picked up your bag with his own picnic bag in one hand. “Then I suppose we should get going, shouldn’t we?” He quickly moved the papers that were under your bag into where they wouldn’t fly off if anyone else barged in, and you headed towards your picnic spot! 

As soon as you were outside the dorm, Lucifer grabbed your hand. “You know the rules.” He simply stated. Not that you would ever complain about holding your daddy’s hand, but he always felt it to be safer when you held hands. He was confident he could take any demon that threw a punch at him, but he figured if anyone was going to try and mess with you, they’d stop when seeing just who you were walking around with. 

But it was odd, you knew the way to the picnic spot. Why weren’t you going there? “Daddy? Where we going?” You looked over at him and he looked back before continuing on your new path. “Picnic that way!” And you pointed in the regular direction with your free hand. 

He had a small smile on his face, and he hummed, contemplating answering. “We’re going to a different picnic spot today.” Short and simple. He did that a lot. Especially when trying to keep a secret. Lucifer would look back at you, and smile. Other than that, there wasn’t much talk about anything in particular. Mostly you rambling and him nodding. 

You went quiet after a while too, looking around at this part of the devildom you had seldom explored if at all. If we were with a regular demon, you’d be worried about how far from your home you were going. But this was Lucifer! Eldest of the fallen angel brothers! Avatar of pride! He was tougher than anyone you knew. “Daddy’s so cool and strong…” You mumbled, not meaning to. 

Of course he heard you, and raised an eyebrow with a smile, clearly wondering what you were thinking about. “Am I, now?” Was all he said as he continued to lead you to the new location. “Don’t worry little one, we’re almost there.” He knew you’d be getting tired soon, so he assured you. 

Once you reached the spot, you were in awe. It was beyond beautiful, and you wondered how he found out about this place when he rarely left the main city of the devildom. “DADDY! IT’S SO PRETTY!” And you tried to let go of his hand, but he held you firm. 

He looked stern momentarily, but that soft smile he only gave you was on his face soon after. “No running just yet, you’ll trip in those shoes.” Lucifer let go of your hand, knowing you’d listen to his warning. It was overgrown in some places, but it only gave you a better idea. Even with the overgrown places, however, there were plenty of well maintained areas. Such as the whole path to get here. And right where he set the blanket down for your picnic. 

“Sit for a while, little one. I just need to prepare your food.” With one look towards you, he knew there was no way you’d be sitting down until food was ready. You were beaming with energy, but he knew you’d find a way to keep yourself busy. It was a beautiful area. “Just stay in my line of sight, okay?” 

You giggled, and ran right behind him. “Does this count?” He could hear you almost directly behind him, so he wasn’t too concerned. However you were the first to admit it could have been seen as bratting. It was an honest question though. Line of sight could just mean in the area where they could see you. Not necessarily meaning actually within their field of vision. 

He sighed, “You’re fine, just keep talking so I know you aren’t going far.” And he continued to set up your picnic! 

You couldn’t see what he was doing, which was great! Because he couldn’t see what you were doing either. One thread…then two…add some flowers. Should be easy. You’ve done it before, but this one was gonna be better! And even better yet, because it’s gonna be for your daddy! Luckily, there were flowers everywhere around you. Most of them are darker than the ones you’d typically see in the human realm, but it didn’t matter. Only added to its charm. 

Several minutes passed, and right as Lucifer finished setting up, you finished with his present. “Little one? Are you ready for our picnic?” He went to turn around, but you ran up behind him and covered his eyes. A small chuckle left him, waiting to see what you were doing. 

“It’s not a picnic! And it’s not OUR anythin!” You huffed, but there was a smile on your face. “It’s MY TEAPARTY!” You could even feel his eyes roll under your hand but ignored it, “But…you’re invited.” And you removed your hand from over his eyes. It was then you took in the image. 

Lucifer turned around, and you saw how all of your stuffies you brought were sitting with teacups and paper plates set in front of them. He smiled up at you as he sat there, and a large cake right in the center. He also took in the scene. 

You were standing over him, a flower crown of red roses laced through it, and his girlfriend who he loved dearly…looking overjoyed. That was all that mattered to him. There you were, fully in little space and mouth already watering seeing the cake. All of which was mixed with surprise and confusion about what he was doing. 

Lucifer looked at the flower crown in your hands, and leaned forward slightly for you to place it upon his head. It was clearly intended for him, or you wouldn’t have had it hovering above him. “How ironic…” You looked even more confused and he redirected, “Do you remember what today is?” He leaned back, not too far but just to be upright again, and smiled at you with adoring eyes. 

“Uh…princess’s teaparty day?” 

His laughter was louder than it usually was, and he led you to sit down beside him. “It’s your birthday, silly princess.” Lucifer gestured to the layout, it was all in your favorite color. The cake was decorated with your favorites in mind, and all the toppings you always wanted in little space. “I knew you’d regress, but I didn’t think you’d entirely forget your birthday.” He let out some more chuckles and your eyes widened. 

THIS was it! This is why he wanted a picnic today! How could you forget that? Your nose scrunched up and your brows furrowed, “I-I knew that!” You looked away bashfully, and immediately got distracted by the cake. It looked so yummy…how did he manage to keep this from Beel? Maybe magic. Yeah, probably magic. 

“And what do you say?” He guided your eyes towards him, a soft smile on his face. You were a bit embarrassed, and even forgot your manners. 

“THANK YOU DADDY! I LOVE IT!” And you launched yourself at him. He didn’t stumble back in the slightest, but you knew he wouldn’t. You just wanted to show your love. And you were pretty small, with biiiiiiig feelings. So it only made sense to jump into your daddy’s arms! 

“And I love you, princess.” 

What a perfect birthday this made…and there were always many more to come. 

#daddy! lucifer x little! reader #fem! reader #om lucifer x reader #little! reader x obey me brothers #little! reader #sfw littles #x reader #agere #little space #sfw agere #sfw little post

[mammomlette]

SOLMARE WHEN I CATCH YOU SOLMARE. STOP THIS MADNESS AND LISTEN

solmare I swear if you make mammon have ONE more intimate moment with MC only to be interrupted by the usual perps (Lucifer, Levi and Luke) (damn Ls) I will explode. ESPECIALLY if it ends with mammon going “AAA evil brothers😡angry chiwawa🤣anyway I gotta skiddadle!” And running away. Every time that happens an angel loses its wings

Tell me why you give mammon character development in a scene, we have a deep chat, you can smooch him or whatever, and the whole 2-lesson-arc has been leading up to this moment of vulnerability and hopefully character development only to make him run away and lose literally everything that this mini-arc taught him. Surely. SURELY there is a point in time between making a pact with him and like idk the end of season 3 when mammon realises his relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it is for your MC) with MC is more important than Grimm to him. Not entirely, because that’s a core part of his character, just a point where he realises “hm I’m going to TRY paying Levi back so he stops interrupting me! And try calm down for lucifer so I can spend more time with MC instead of hanging from the ceiling!” Right? RIGHT??!!!?!

We see time and time AGAIN how much he cares for MC (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he’s one of the only 2 brothers who hasn’t directly/intentionally endangered MC and I THINK he was the only one who seemed distraught at their death??? Last one is probs wrong) but he still finds a way to abandon MC every time someone’s shouts “MAMMONNNN” or starts chasing him. Like, bro. I get you’re a wimp with crippling debt but the LEAST you could do is drag MC with you so that they don’t get in trouble instead since he clearly cares for them😞🙏

And him running away being for comedic purposes isn’t even a valid reason for it to happen because there are funny ways for him to NOT just abandon us. 1) he could hide instead. There is a scene I believe is in season 2(?) where he’s in his room with MC, Levi storms in and they hide in his car. Not sure if they made a funny thing out of hiding in a car, but that scene led to Levi saying that he couldn’t smell mammon and meme on calling him a blood hound. Idk about you but I for one certainly har-har’d at that. Plus, hiding would be a nice change of pace from mammons usual running away. Option 2) Mammon could drag us with him??? I don’t play events or devilgram because I’m too lazy and poor for that but I’m like 99% sure that in the main story of OG game, mammon does NOT bring us with him any time he’s running away, which is weird because he’s always yelling that we should be with him cause he’s “our first” (his words not mine obv) but I don’t remember any scenes that he brings us with him when he needs to leave?? I would LOVE to be wrong on that part so please correct me if I’m wrong but I sadly don’t think I am. Option 3) Picture this: mammon gets spooked, screeches because he’s a wuss, he runs away (whether it be from a person, witch, whatever is after him) only to realise: “Wait! I left my favourite person behind! Whoops!” And he runs back and grabs MC (Maybe by the sleeve like a toddler, maybe by the hair, maybe he even princess carries them because yes) that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Mammon drags/carries MC after forgetting them. You could even expand on that and have him apologise for it, or get all flustered and deny he forgot MC, or act all proud like he saved MC as if he isn’t the reason MC is in danger or was left behind in the first place MMMITS SO GOOD SOLMARE FEED ME

All I’m asking is for solmare to PLEASE let us have a long, well-written and intimate moment with mammon that isn’t interrupted, or if it is he TAKES US WITH HIM or COMES RIGHT BACK FOR US when he runs away. I beg

PS this isn’t proof read any imperfections are just part of the masterpiece or smthn. Ty for coming to my ted talk

#obey me solmare #obey me mammon #solmare im gnawing at the bars of the enclose you locked me in #let me out #don’t you hate it when creators mischaracterise their own characters #because they’re too lazy or lack understanding #probably both when it comes to obey me #the inconsistencies in EVERYTHING in this game go crazy. you go try figure out the timeline. I dare you. it’s not for the weak #mammon I’m going insane I need him so bad #imagine he was being chased by debt collectors and they took us for ransom because he left us behind. i guarantee that has or will happen #if he doesn’t stop abandoning us that is #I need help I’m so down bad #MAMMON MY LOVE

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — Mystic 「Dark Prologue」

[ General Prologue ]

「Monologue」

The moon will soon bleed upon the sky. The clock nears the end of the day. It signals the start of end times. Watch him go round and round… Chasing someone he wishes he could love. How much longer will he stall? How much longer will he starve?

[ Location: Hallway — Mukami Mansion ]

—Footsteps—

Ruki: Ugh... This headache is not going away.

It seems like the eclipse has begun taking effect.

—Crash! Bam!—

A muffled argument can be heard in the other room.

Yui: Eh?!

Kou: Ah! What the hell?!

Yuma: You——How the fuck did you get in?!

Ruki startles.

Ruki: What...?!

[ Location: Living Room ]

Mystic: ——Thank Lucifer! You're actually here!

No one came to open when I knocked! I almost tore down the door!

Yuma: Why're ya here?!

Mystic: Are you guys okay?! Where are Ruki and Azusa?

Yui: Azusa is—

Azusa: I'm here...

Mystic: Oh, fuck!

Footsteps. Ruki emerges.

Ruki: ——What's going on in here?

Mystic: Why the hell are you guys still in the Human Realm?! Don't you guys know there's an eclipse goin' on?

Yuma: 'Course we know! Why else would I be feelin' like absolute shit right now?!

Ruki: Besides, heading to the Demon Realm during the Lunar Eclipse would not be any better.

Mystic: ( Right... Considering how time passes over there, the eclipse will last much longer than here in the Human Realm.

Still—— )

Promise you that there are currently worse things to worry about...

Ruki: What do you mean?

Mystic: Sigh… To no one's surprise, it turns out my entire family is filled with crazy old people. And your precious Eve over there is in quite a lotta shit now.

Azusa: Your family...?

Mystic: Met my father and uncle for the first time. It went to shit from the very beginnin'.

Thought my cousin was half a decent woman, but I really doubt it now. She walks 'round, all expressionless and without a word. It's scary, really.

Yui: … … Is she... a girl with white hair?

Mystic: ( ... ... ... )

How do you know that?

Yui: U—um... the way you described her——

It reminded me of a girl I had a conversation with last week, when I went out with Ruki to get groceries...

She was very pretty and tall. And she also talked with an intricate vocabulary...

—Flashback—

[ Location: Shopping Mall — Human Realm ]

Yui: ( Ruki said to get the spices on this list.

I should hurry, so we can make it back in time to prepare dinner. )

Yui paces down the aisle. She glances from the list to the shelves, visibly puzzled.

Yui: ( Look at all this herbs and jars...

I don't know what some of these spices in the list look like. Maybe I should ask one of the employees for help... )

—Bump—

Yui: Ah...!

A jar falls. Glass shatters.

Young Woman: Tsk. Damn you——

... ... ...

Yui: I'm so sorry! I'll pay for it.

Young Woman: ... No. It's alright.

The young woman bends down. She picks up the jar. It's completely unscathed.

Yui: ( Eh? I was sure I'd seen it shatter... )

Oh… that's good.

Young Woman: Do you need help? You seemed lost.

Yui: I was a bit lost, yeah... I was trying to find the spices on this list. It's just that there are a few I actually don't even know what they look like.

There's so many things in here... I wasn't sure where to start looking.

Young Woman: Let me see...

The young woman takes the list from Yui. She begins walking away. Yui follows.

Yui: Thanks a lot! And I'm sorry again for bumping into you before.

Young Woman: Are you here alone?

Yui: Oh, no. A... a friend of mine is somewhere in the mall as well.

Young Woman: Hm...

Do you live with this friend of yours?

Yui: ( … …? )

Yes? With him and his brothers, actually.

Young Woman: How nice. I have only ever lived with my family. Not that it is the best. However, I have never really desired to move away from my home.

Yui: Hm, I'm sure you'll figure it out at some point.

The pair continue through the store. The young woman puts the listed ingredients inside Yui's basket.

Young Woman: Judging from your uniform, I assume you attend the academy nearby. It seems quite late for classes, however.

Yui: I go to night lectures.

Do you go to the academy too?

Young Woman: No. I have been taught from home ever since I was a child.

Yui: Oh, is that so? One of my classmates was also homeschooled as a child. He said that only recently his mother allowed him to attend school.

Young Woman: ... A classmate?

Yui: Yes! His name's Mystic. He's pretty popular and has a nice English accent.

He's also close with my friends, so it wasn't strange to see him around the house most days. Though, now that I think about it… I haven't seen him in a while.

Young Woman: ... ... I see...

—Footsteps—

Ruki: There you are. What's taking you so long?

Yui: Ah, Ruki! I'm sorry, I kind of lost track of time.

Ruki: If you're finished, let's go.

Yui: Right!

Well, thank you for your help. It was nice to...

——Eh?

Ruki: Who are you talking to?

Yui: Oh, um...

( She's gone... )

—End Flashback—

[ Location: Living Room — Mukami Mansion ]

Mystic: ... ... ...

Yuma: Oi, Sow! Why didn't ya say nothin' 'bout it?!

Yui: I—I hadn't thought much of it at the time…!

Azusa: So, that was... Mystic's cousin...?

Kou: Looks like it.

But... we should be fine, right?

All she knows is that Mys is friends with you.

Mystic: ... ...

( They knew... Carla and Kazuha.

The conversation at dinner... it was a test.

They were testing me. They were trying to see if I'd fess up about it on my own. )

Oh... Satan.

Ruki: ... Mystic——?

—Hooowl—

Azusa: Eh...!?

Mystic: ... ...! Azusa, watch out!

In his panic, Mystic rushes for Azusa. The windows explode into shards. Wolves scatter about throughout the room. Mystic rolls to safety with Azusa in his arms.

Yuma: Wha——!?

Kou: Guys…!

The wolves pounce. Mystic throws Azusa back to Yuma. He jerks his hand up. The blow blasts the wolves back.

—Whine!—

Mystic: Huff! Fuck!

I'll keep 'em busy! You guys get the little lamb out!

Yuma: Sow, this way!

Yui: Eh——!? What about Mys...?!

Mystic: I'll be fine, lamby!

Now go! Get outta here!

—Whistle!—

Mystic: This way, boys! C'mon! Look at... me!

Magic flashes once more. Wolves whimper. They charge.

[ Location: Garden ]

Mystic: Huff, huff! That's it! Good boys. Come get me!

The wolves slowly creep up to him.

Mystic: Oh, you fuckin' mutts...

I'mma blow off your fuckin' hair! I dare ya!

—Growl...—

Mystic: ( Shit... They aren't backing off. )

A wolf pounces from behind. Mystic falls under its weight.

Mystic: Fuck...! You piece of—! Ugh!

Whack! The wolf suddenly staggers off. Mystic scrambles up.

Ruki: ——Are you okay...?!

Mystic: You—!!

'The hell are ya doin' here?! Thought I said to get outta here!

Ruki: Thankfully, I didn't. If I had left as well——

Mystic: You're the Vampire at the peak of a Lunar Eclipse! Are you insane?!

???: ——How pathetic.

Mystic: ... ...!

The wolves settle down.

Kazuha: Not that I expected anything else.

You actually came directly to them... Unbelievable.

Mystic takes a step in front Ruki.

Mystic: Hey, boss. Fancy runnin' into ya here...

Ruki: ... ...

Kazuha: Here I believed the lowest scum that aligned himself with Vampires had long since rotted away in his own misery.

And not even Purebloods... but the mongrels of their kind.

Mystic: Are you done running your mouth?

Kazuha: ... ... Where is the woman?

Mystic: I ain't gotta clue what you're talkin' 'bout.

Kazuha: Do not try to play dumb. I've ran quite scarce of patience with you.

I'll ask one last time...

——Where is the woman?

Mystic: ... ...

Kazuha: … … Very well.

Kazuha snaps her fingers.

Ruki: Ugh——!!! Blargh...!

Ruki's silence becomes agony. He retches a mouthful of blood and doubles over.

Mystic: Ruki...!

Stop it! This's between you and I!

Kazuha: So it was. Until you decided to guard Vampires—

Kazuha's magic shines brighter around her hand.

Mystic: ... ...!

Ruki: Ugh——!

Kazuha: —Over what is for the better of your family...

Mystic: Hah... my family?

Don't make me... laugh!

—Woosh!—

Kazuha: ... ...!

Mystic throws his hands up, sending a blast bursting forth. Kazuha's magic falters as she staggers back. Ruki is released, but his knees give out. Mystic hauls him up. He drags him off by his hand.

Mystic: Hurry!

Ruki: Huff...

—Fade—

[ Location: Underground Waterway ]

Mystic: ( There it is! )

Are you okay?

Ruki: ... I'm better.

Mystic: Great. 'Cause we got a long way ahead of us still.

Ruki: ... I assume that was the cousin you were talking about?

Mystic: Unfortunately...

Mystic pulls at the doorway. It groans with age and a lack of care.

Mystic: Hurry! We just gotta——

—Growl!—

Mystic: Ruki, watch out!

Ruki: ... ...!

Mystic: Ah! Huff!

Agh——!!!!

As Mystic shoves Ruki out of harm's way, the wolf swiftly latches its teeth right under his ribs.

Ruki: Mystic...!

Mystic: Damn you! Fuckin' hell!

Before Ruki can think of a way to help, Mystic fumbles for something on the inside of his jacket. He retrieves his revolver.

—Bang!—

The wolf rots away without a trace.

Mystic: Huff, huff... ugh...

... ... Oh my god...

Ruki: Mystic, are you alright?

Mystic: I—I...

( ... ... I killed it... )

Ruki: Stand up! We have to hurry.

「Monologue」

Ruki hauled me up and we hurried through the gateway. As I limped my way across, the image of Kazuha's Familiar rotting away on my lap haunted me. When the Demon Realm came into view, I felt a terrible heaviness weight down on me. While it could have been the effect of the blood still spilling from the wound fervently attempting to heal... It felt as though the consequences of my choices had finally caught up to me. Like I had just realized what I had done. I chose the Vampires over my own flesh and blood. The Gates of Hell were left wide open. And now there was no way of closing them back up...

「 Dark Prologue — End 」

[ Dark 01 ]

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