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ijwrsmff · 1 year

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Obey Me-Leviathan Secret Santa

I hope you enjoy! I was so excited when I found out @zhonglis-waifu was my secret Santa assignment!! And thank you to @omsecretsanta2022 for hosting this super fun project! Maybe if it’s available next year I’ll do it again ^^

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Leviathan was reluctant to face the human world after being selected for a one year vacation but after everything…he was excited to find all of the new content he could get his hands on. Animes were even more popular in the human world, so he had really found his people. He was glad he was selected, and found himself…in a regular cafe.

He knew who his favorite worker was, and they always seemed happy to see him. At first it was really awkward, he didn’t know much about coffee, but he wanted to try your favorites. A blush here, a stutter there…and he was infatuated. It was nice to meet someone who likes anime too. He would come to the cafe daily, until he learned your schedule. He seemed to always be there on days you worked.

You worked almost every day, and he learned it was to cover the bills you had on top of owning your own cat. He thought the cat was cute in your pictures…and you always seemed excited to talk about him to Levi. He couldn’t help but think…maybe he could visit your apartment someday before he returned to the devildom. But he could never ask to do so. He was too scared of rejection…

But when you didn’t show up today…he got worried. He sat and waited, one of your coworkers tried to take his order but he shut her down quickly, saying he was waiting for someone. She smiled and walked off. 10 minutes turned to 30, and 30 to an hour. After an hour and a half, he finally had enough and walked up to the counter.

The woman smiled, “Can I help you with something?” Levi’s stare at her seemed to make her falter but she continued to smile, trying to be polite.

“Where are they?” He asked, barely making eye contact. He fidgeted in his place, wringing his fingers together, still pent up from all the worry.

“Oh! They’re sick today. They should be back tomorrow!” She apologized, and went back to work.

Sick…? Fine. He would simply see them tomorrow.

So he came back the next day…but you weren’t there again. He huffed, returning to his temporary place. Then the next day passed, then the next.

If he wasn’t worried before, he definitely was now.

It was the fourth day when he returned once again to your cafe, and he was so excited to see you! You looked a little worse for wear, but overall much better than his anxiety-riddled mind created due to his vivid imagination.

He ran up to you, and you turned, excited to see your favorite regular.

“Levi! Hi!” Your voice was a little hoarse, and face slightly pale, but still alive. That’s what matters.

He sighed in relief before borderline glaring at you, “What’s wrong? Why were you sick for so long? Are you okay? Do you need medicine? Was it the flu?” His questions came at you a mile a minute, and you couldn’t hardly process one before he moved to the next. “Are you feeling better now? Are you good to be at work? Can-”

You cut him off with a cough, but answered quickly knowing he was simply filled with worry “I’m fine! It was just a cold. I promise, I’m all better now!” You gave him a wide smile, and seemed to subdue him for the moment.

He did something…he was scared to do. He pulled you into a hug, his head resting on your shoulder as he held you close. “Please…don’t ever do that again.” He sniffled, all of his worry finally overflowing. “I thought…you were never coming back.”

You were shocked, did he really care about you that much? You would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel good…he was really your favorite regular. You gently pulled him off you, a soft smile on your face as you looked him in the eyes.

“Levi…I’m fine. Promise. I didn’t mean to make you worry so much, and I’m sorry.” Hesitantly, you put your hands on his cheeks, and he instantly flinched away. “I…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean, I just!” Now you turned red, thinking he didn’t want the affection.

He looked you in the eyes for a second, before his gaze darted away, then back to you. “It’s…fine. I’m just not used to…well…touch.” His face turned even more red than yours, and he carefully guided your hands back to his cheeks.

He then did the cutest thing in the world…and nuzzled his face against your hands. Now you were both red in the face, all the way to your ears. However, both faces contained a smile of pure joy.

“If…” You blushed, now looking away from him. “Um! Never mind.” And you took your hands away from his face to cover your own.

With confidence he didn’t know he had, he carefully removed your hands from your face so he could see you. “What is it? You can tell me anything…”

You gulped at the intensity in his eyes, but decided to just spit it out. “Maybe…if you wanted…you could come visit me after work?” At the words, his face turned to shock. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO!” It came out much louder than planned, and you looked around to see a few people staring. You cleared your throat, and continued “I just figured…if you’re worried about me…you could spend some time with me outside of work…? If that would help?” He was still silent, mouth wide open. “I…uh…I mean…” He tried to form words, but couldn’t. He had to take a few deep breaths, and smiled. “I would love to.” He held one of your hands in his, and he looked so happy. Still red in the face, if not even more so than before, but he was filled with joy.

“Oy! Get back to work!” Your manager called over to you, but with a smirk on his face.

You didn’t see it, but Levi glared daggers at the man. Who did he think he was? This was quality time you were sharing, and he dares to interrupt?

When you turned back to Levi, he replaced his glare with a soft smile. “Sorry Levi…I get off work in around 4 hours, you don’t have to wait for me for that long, though!” You rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before returning to work.

He sat down, and spent the remainder of the 4 hours just…adoring you. You were so kind to everyone you worked with, both coworkers and customers, and he found himself liking you more and more…and every once in a while, you’d return to fill his coffee cup, and give him a big grin. It made his whole day for you to be so kind to him, although maybe jealous when you shared a similar smile to other customers.

After your shift, you gave him a “just a second” and went back to your locker. He was eagerly waiting by the entrance for you, and you were off! It was a short walk to your apartment, and he wanted to hold your hand…so badly. It was almost an awkward silence, and you would both catch the other glancing over, only to dart your eyes back to the ground.

You walked up to the right door, and let him in. You had been talking regularly for a few months, but neither had the courage to invite the other over. Harboring feelings was difficult, especially when both parties were secretly scared of rejection without the other knowing so.

You walked him over to the couch, and sat down next to each other. It was silent for a while, both trying and failing to spark a conversation.

The silence was broken when he looked around and saw an anime poster! “What anime is that from?” He inquired, turning to you fully, giving you his full attention.

You looked to see which poster and smiled, “Oh! It’s actually not from an anime, it’s from a game! His name is Zhongli, and he’s from Genshin Impact!” You then proceeded to ramble about the game you loved so much, and he even asked questions about certain things to let you know he was listening.

After a while, you blushed, “I’m sorry…I can really ramble, huh?” And looked away shyly.

He gasped, and held your hand “N-no! I mean. You do ramble. But I ramble too. It’s nice to see someone you care about passionate about something!” He realized his own words and tugged his hand away, turning a deep shade of red once more.

It was your turn to look shocked now. “Y-y-you…care about me?” And he looked at you, looking almost afraid of your reaction.

“Yes…I…I do. A lot.” He stood up, and walked quickly to the door.

“W-wait! Levi!” You called, rushing after him. “I care about you too!” It stopped him in his tracks.

He turned to you, looking so full of hope. “Then…maybe we could play genshin together. As a…a…d-d-d-d-date?” His statement was more of a question, but the meaning still came across.

“Levi…” You all but whispered, and both parties looked reluctant. “I would love to have a date with you.” And you gave him the biggest smile he’d seen from you yet.

He sighed, with a smile matching yours. “Here we are, two otakus…talking about a date. Ironic isn’t it?” And he chuckled, which only made you do the same.

You dissolved into fits of laughter, and that was how it started. Something you would never regret, is inviting him over to your apartment on that day. He was precious to you…and eventually, he would even tell you who…or what he was. But that was for another time.

For now…you simply enjoyed the company of the other. And that was more than enough.

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honeyfr0g · 10 months

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obey me secret sabta 2022 gift for @ ace_disgrace404 on insta

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zillachii · 1 year

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Had so much fun making this secret Santa for @/reizhuzband of their oc and Mammon!

#obey me #digital art #oc #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oc #secret santa #original character #christmas #secret santa gifts

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darkleysgarden · 1 year

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Obey Me 25 Days of Ficmas 2022 Day 14: Secret Santa

Character: Mammon

Every year Lucifer had all of them do a secret Santa. He reasoned that it would help them learn more about each other's interests and that it would teach them more about what is good and appropriate to buy as gifts.

It was more of a thing from when they were younger. At their age, it's more appropriate to buy everyone something.

But, this year Asmo insisted that they do it again. It would be fun to see who they got.

Lucifer put their six names into a hat and had everyone draw one.

Mammon unfortunately got Belphie.

He has nothing against Belphie, of course! But, he was hard to buy for. When buying for everyone smaller gifts are expected. But, in secret Santa, you only receive from one person. So more is expected.

Every year, he would get him something small. What was he gonna get him this time around?

He walked through store after store, coming up empty everytime. He made sure to snag a gift for Lucifer and any friends. But, what to get Belphie?

Sure, he could buy a pillow, blanket, or a set of pajamas. That's what everyone gets him. That's definitely what Lucifer's gonna get him.

It would be really boring for Belphie if every single year he received the same three items from everyone.

Would Belphie even care?

Ugggghhhhhh

Why was this so hard?

He stepped into another store, scouring the shelfs.

Another store with nothing.

He walked into a different store.

That's where he finally found something worthwhile.

Quetzalcoatl brain jerky.

Belphie loved quetzalcoatl brains. Mammon had never even heard of it being made into jerky.

It was definitely Belphie's favorite food, but it took forever to make.

Jerky made sure that it could be practical and that he could eat his favorite food more often. The meat was an occasional thing on the menu, once maybe every month or so. Nothing like an often pizza or taco.

Perfect.

He bought a ton of that jerky. Maybe too much.

He couldn't just get jerky. What else to get?

He'd be pretty basic with this one.

He got a pair of loose pants that worked as pajama pants. But, here's the best part, they looked just like dress pants. They were comfortable and practical. Belphie would love them!

He also got a keychain with sushi on it, captioned with a little pun.

All of this would work perfectly! Why was he even worried?

Christmas would go very smoothly.....

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jesterwriting · 3 months

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pairings: trafalgar law x reader

contents: smut, fluff, soft!law, sleepy sex, use of “good girl”

word count: 1.2k words

note: HI THIS IS MY SECRET SANTA GIFT TO MANDIE!! i hope you enjoy it, i wanted to give you soft law moments so here you go. [dribbles this like a basketball and tosses it at you] merry late christmas @mandiemegatron ily and i hope youre doing well >:3

You were warm. From your head to the tips of your toes, you were warm. Law mumbled in his sleep, one hand on the back of your head drawing you closer to his chest where you could feel the rhythm of his heart. You hummed softly, and brushed a lock of dark hair from his forehead. For once, he looked at peace, his expression slack and no longer hard or drawn in concentration.

Like a cat, he snuggled his face closer to your palm. You chuckled, allowing yourself to cup the side of his face and brush your thumb against his stubble. With a small sigh, his eyelids fluttered open.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

Law hummed, the corners of his lips twitching into a teasing smirk. “You may have.” He placed a gentle kiss on your wrist, right over your pulse. “What do you plan on doing to make it up to me?”

With a giggle, you pulled his face, and his smirk, closer. “What do you have in mind?”

He thought for a moment, exaggerating the gesture with an upward roll of his eyes. You watched the show with your own smile growing by the second. It was the moments like these that you loved, when Law could be playful and loving. It was a stark difference from his usually reserved demeanor, a Law that was only for your eyes to see.

“I can think of a few ways.”

You didn’t let him continue that train of thought. Unable to help it, with those gold, half-lidded eyes and teasing smirk, you pulled him into a kiss. Law’s lips melted against yours, moving in slow, languid motions betraying his sleepiness from earlier. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him, legs tangled together under the covers. Law’s fingers traveled from your cheek to get lost in your hair, and with a light tug, he stole a moan from you. Swallowing the sound, you felt his lips twitch upward. He was proud of himself. It made your heart thunder in anticipation, knowing full well the direction the night was about to take. What had started as innocent would soon turn into a delectable passion you could never deny.

As if on cue, Law flipped you into your back, his body hovering over yours. With great effort, he pried himself from your lips to gaze into your eyes, his own full of affection. “Ready?”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck. “Always, Law.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. He was so close, you could feel the vibrations echo through your bones. Those long tattooed fingers that you couldn’t help but admire prodded at your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed happily. That earned you another pleased chuckle, a sound you would never grow tired of. Law slipped his digits past your lips into the warm cavern of your mouth. His skin tasted salty as you swirled your tongue around them, eliciting a low groan from your boyfriend.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

You would respond if you weren’t currently preoccupied. With a ‘pop,’ Law removed his fingers from your mouth and trailed them down your exposed stomach, past your navel, and to your waistband. He toyed with the fabric before slipping them into your pants and between your folds, already wet from your earlier makeout session.

“Is kissing you really all it takes,” He asked rhetorically.

You were halfway through a fond roll of your eyes when his fingers slipped inside of you. Biting back a moan, your breath caught in your throat, and he laughed to himself as he drank in your expression. Law curled his fingers. He slowly pumped in and out of your pussy with a wet squelching nose. Fire ignited in your veins, scorching you from the inside out as he found that sweet spot deep inside of you. You let out a moan and pressed your lips to his. Tongue met tongue, Law’s grinding down on yours while he fingered you, hungry for more. When his thumb pressed against your clit, you couldn’t help but cry out.

Before you could fall over the edge, he pulled away. You whined and shifted your hips upwards, only to be met with a laugh. “Someone’s desperate. You can take it, can’t you?”

Desperate your ass. You could see Law’s need straining against his briefs, a wet stain of precum evident on the front of them. He was the one whose will was breaking here, not you. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Law could make you fall apart on his fingers more times than you could count. Not this time though, he needed to feel you around him, tight and wet, pulling him deeper inside of you.

“You’re the one who's desperate,” You countered.

Law only huffed in response. You watched his thumbs hook around the waistband of his briefs. Normally, he would make a show out of shimmying out of them, make you watch the motion of his hips, fabric caught at the base of his dick, begging to spring free. Not this time, though. His underwear was around his ankles before you had time to blink, your own pants not far behind. You fought a pleased grin. Law was acting like a man starved. It made you feel warm that only you could get him in this state.

The head of his cock teased your entrance for only a moment before he was sliding inside of you with a moan. Feeling full, you grinned up at his expression, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, lips parted ever so slightly as he bottomed out. You reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his lips to yours. Law kissed you. Not a long drawn out one, but several small ones across every inch of your face. Love made your heart swell, and your stomach tightened with pleasure when Law began to thrust deeper into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He muttered against the shell of your ear. “I can’t take much of this.”

His admission made your cunt pulse, drawing another moan from Law. His forehead met yours, golden eyes gazing into yours with so much love, it made you lightheaded. You moaned as Law’s hips snapped to meet yours, again and again, the rhythm growing more eager with each second that passed. You knew he was close when he got sloppy, and sloppy he became.

He gasped, stealing a kiss from you. “Are you close?”

You nodded and brought his hands up to your breasts. His thumb circled your hardened nipples as your spine tingled against his ministrations.

“Fuck, I can’t-” He slammed into you one final time, his cum painting your insides white. Through the haze of his pleasure, he rubbed your clit until your own irgasm hit you like a truck. You arched your back off the bed and dug your fingers into his back. Law crooned, “That’s it. Just like that.”

It was hard to catch your breath for a moment. You panted heavily, only stopping your heavy breathing to allow Law to pepper your face with kisses. First your jaw, then your cheeks, then the corners or your lips, before he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. You fondly smoothed back his hair.

“I love you.”

Law’s eyes softened as he smiled down at you. “I love you too.”

#one piece x reader #law x reader #.jesterwrites

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cherry-bomb-00 · 2 months

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Headcanos- Obey me Brothers

It's just the brothers' silly little headcanos, I did it because I had some ideas out there, I hope you like it.

-Lucifer uses makeup to hide dark circles or other imperfections. Although Luci is not a narcissist like our dear Asmo, he still cares about his appearance and since he is working all the time and with a lot of stress, it is obvious that it shows on his face, but as the proud man that he is, he is not going to let that they see him with the look of not sleeping for a week, besides come on, his representative animal is a peacock, it is not strange that he wants to look dazzling (and even more so with Mc).

-Mammo has myopia. I think It is likely that the second oldest suffers from myopia, and the glasses he uses are for seeing, only he put yellow glass in them so that it is similar to gold, and if he does not use glasses, he uses contact lenses (the most Lucifer probably also wears glasses.)

-Asmodeous insecure of himself. I know, I know, Asmo, the most narcissistic with low self-esteem?! I'll explain my point to you, this little bitch- I mean, I mean, this pretty boy feels insecure because he knows he has beauty, but only that, and he feels that he only has beauty but he's not good at other things, he's not as smart as Satan. or very strong like Beel, then he only has beauty but superficial, since he feels that inside he is rotten… and not as beautiful as his appearance.

-Belphegor with sleepwalking. Maybe not all the time, but it wouldn't be strange if Belphie sometimes walks around asleep at night. It's not strange to see that Beelzebub goes to look for his sleepwalking brother in the middle of the night, when he notices that his twin is missing (Or sometimes because he is hungry).

-Santa watches Latin American novels. I think that apart from the fact that he likes to read a lot, he has a guilty taste, he loves Latin novels, he may sometimes watch those novels, who knows how many times he saw "Betty, La fea", perhaps many. The only one who knows about this is Mammon, since he sometimes accompanies his little brother Satan to watch Latin novels.

-Levi is known to have social anxiety, but he also suffers from insomnia, so he plays late at night and may take sleeping pills (others don't know about that), and he has nervous habits, like biting his nails, scratching his skin, playing with his fingers, among others, and it is not uncommon for him to have an anxiety attack if something bothers him too much, poor child, he deserves more love.

-Beelzebub, apart from going to the Gym, also practices pole dancing, this because Asmodeous asked him to accompany him to those classes with him, and Beel accepted, now the sixth brother apart from being muscular, very flexible, he does very well in the classes and Asmo gives him food every time they finish training.

-Lucifer has a collection of vinyl records, this is not unusual, but he not only has vinyl records from the Devildom, but also from the human world, he likes to listen to music from vinyl records while he works.

-Mammon keeps it a secret, but he still remembers how to cook some foods that are from the Celestian realm, but he doesn't tell his brothers, but sometimes he sneaks out to cook those dishes with Simeon (It's not strange that he feel a little more comfortable with Simeon, since he does not insult him like his brothers)

-Leviathan is cold-blooded. I say this more because he is somewhat reptilian, so it is not unusual for him to avoid cold climates or cold things, and in certain seasons he sheds his skin, but the skin on his tail and his horns fall off when he sheds. of horns and his skin is very sensitive to cold things like ice (Mc once put ice on his back as a joke, it burned Levi's back and left a mark on his sensitive pale skin, obviously Mc I apologize for that).

-Asmodeous secretly listens to metal and rock. He like pop and he is a pop boy (maybe also k-pop) but he cannot deny that he enjoys listening to metal or rock when he is getting ready, it makes him feel alive.

-Satan may have identity problems, although he seems sure of who he is, the truth is that he doubts a lot about his identity and being compared to his older brother does not help, so Satan does not know what his identity is and He is still building it, sometimes crying with frustration and anger when he sees himself in the mirror, because he does not see himself, but instead sees Lucifer in the reflection.

-Belfegor has created his own torture for him, let me explain, do you know that in MLP, Princess Luna creates a nightmare to punish herself for the evils she did? It is very similar to what Belphie did, he still feels guilty about killing MC and that is why he created a nightmare that reminds him of what a horrible thing he did, killing MC, one of the people he loves the most and also earning the look of disappointment of his brothers, that nightmare, that little torture he suffers every time he sleeps, he does not forgive himself.

-Beelzebub suffers for his gluttony, we all see that Beel eats a lot and a lot for his sin, but the truth is, he suffers a lot, his stomach is like a black hole, he is never full or satisfied, and although he enjoys eating, it really is something torturous for our himbo, since he never fills up, and that consumes him, he feels how his insides eat away at him if he doesn't eat enough, it's horrible.

I hope do you like it

#obeyme #obey me brothers #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me angst #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date

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ombrotherlylove2023 · 2 years

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what is secret santa? | intro post | application form | rules | faq

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devildomwriter · 4 months

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OBEY ME CHRISTMAS Masterlist

Headcanons

They Get a Puppy For Christmas | Brothers • Others

You Gift Them Christmas Shirts | Brothers • Others

You Make Them Matching Christmas Pajamas

Their Favorite Christmas Song

A Christmas Song They Hate

Wrapping Presents

They Get Tangled Up in Christmas Lights

They React to Elf of the Shelf

You Decorate Christmas Cookies

You Make Gingerbread Houses

You Make Them Matching Sweaters (But They’re Really Itchy)

Ugly Christmas Sweater Party

Hallmark Movie Marathon With Them

Building a Snowman

You Introduce Them to the 12 Days or Christmas Tradition

Drabbles

Secret Santa

Secret Santa the Sequel *coming soon*

Tubing With Diavolo

Christmas Photo Fiasco

Diavolo Wants to Play Santa

Christmas Shirt Mix-Up

Mephistopheles Christmas Interview

Omswd x Reader

Everyone

Under the Mistletoe

Children Listen to Hear Sleigh-bells in the Snow (Brothers)

Children Listen to Hear Sleigh-bells in the Snow (Others)

Lucifer

I’ll Have A Blue Christmas Without You

Mammon

One Little Thing, A Ring | Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V

Leviathan

Believe in What Your Heart is Saying

Satan

Keep it cookin in the pot, soon you got hot choc-o-lat

Asmodeus

To Sing a Love Song as We Stroll Along

Beelzebub

Heavenly Sleep

Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding

Belphegor

Heavenly Sleep

All Seem to Say, Throw Cares Away

Solomon

Baby It’s Cold Outside *coming soon*

Thirteen

City Sidewalks, Busy Sidewalks, Dressed in Holiday Style

Simeon

All Around Us, Frozen Halos

Hang Your Stockings and Say Your Prayers

Luke

Hang Your Stockings and Say Your Prayers

Raphael

All is Calm, All is Bright

O Hear the Angel Voices

Mephistopheles

Riding Through a Winter Wonderland

Barbatos

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly

Good Tidings to You

Diavolo

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

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akimbo628 · 1 year

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Lucifer would complain about the wasted flour and how childish it is, but if MC invoked either the puppy dog eyes or his competetive side, he might engage in battle with MC. Lucifer is fond of baking cakes, esp. with MC, so the scenario around the fight is highly realistic. I recommend referencing the "Baking Craze" chat (in Lucifer & MC's) and the "Lucifer's Melancholy" Devilgram.

Thank you so much for your input regarding my question from this post! 😄

That's pretty much the direction I had initially headed towards in the oneshot I'm trying to write -- Luci walks in on MC baking alone, he's exasperated by the mess they made, but he agrees to help them out. I was just starting to write the part where MC would surprise him with a pinch of flour to the face, and I was going to have him retaliate playfully, but then I started second-guessing the whole thing 😅 so it's super helpful having actual canon info backing up what would be Luci's reaction if I continued writing it that way!

Thank you again for your help!! 💖

#anon #obey me #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #lucifer x mc #reference #secret santa fic #fanfic

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imcalledwicked · 4 months

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🌭CentSworded cuz Tumblr a prude🌭

My Secret Santa gift to my Mammon and Ghostface lovin homie @hella-gay-fanboy !!

Was super stoked to make this for him! 😁

🌭uncentsworded version on my twt🌭

#obey me #obey me fanart #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #om! mammon

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blackwolfstabs · 4 months

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @samcscreams

BETTER THAN ONE

After an evening playing in the snow, werewolf Sam wants to give Tara an early birthday present.

fandom: Scream // Werewolf!Sam AU by @samcscreams // (parker's version) characters: Sam Carpenter & Tara Carpenter a/n: sorry if this is completely inaccurate to your au, bear!! i just loved your fic too much :)

“Alright, Sammy, last one!” Tara called over the stretch of snow separating her from frost-dusted, black fur. Her sister shook the pastel, tie-dyed monkey chew toy she held in her mouth like it was prey, her playful growls making the younger smile. “Come here!”

Sam stopped to look in her sibling’s direction. Her ears stood up, and her golden gaze glowed amongst their snowy surroundings.

“You want me to throw it or not?!”

She bounded over to her.

The younger Carpenter jumped back to avoid being slammed into. Like anyone would expect from any other dog, her big sister was very frisky in her werewolf form, romping around in the snow like she was just a puppy.

She pointed to the ground. “Drop it.” And the stuffed toy was dropped at her feet. She picked it up and prepared to throw it. However, there was one thing missing. “You know the rules, Sam,” she smirked, “You gotta sit first.”

Sam’s ears retreated, and she licked her lips. Her back end lowered a little like she was going to follow the said-rules, but her excitement got the best of her. Her tail was wagging, spreading more frost into her fur as she watched her toy religiously.

“Sit, Sam.”

She whined.

“Sit!”

And she did, her golden gaze wide with anticipation as she huffed.

“Good,” Tara praised. But she had to test her with a few more tricks, just because it was the last round of Fetch for the day. “Now, shake.”

The black wolf raised her paw, nearly going to paw the hand that held what she wanted.

“Okay, now lay down.”

She hesitated, starting to whine again as she tried to get up out of her sitting position.

But her baby sister snapped, “No, Sammy!” She used her free hand to point to the ground, “Lie down.”

She obeyed this time.

“Good girl!” Tara let her have the win and threw the monkey as hard as she could, “Go get it!”

And Sam raced away. She actually covered enough land before it hit the ground, so she jumped to catch it in her mouth. Her paws hit the snow in a breaking effort that led her skidding to turn around and face Tara, who praised her.

“Nice catch.”

The werewolf trotted over and lowered her head to place the toy into her sibling’s hand. Tara took it, then pet her between the ears.

“Alright, are you ready to go inside? It’s getting dark.” While she didn’t receive a response that clarified she was in agreement, the younger Carpenter turned her back and took it upon herself to lead them both to the back door.

Shaking the snow from her pelt, Sam followed her, but she took her time in doing so. The sky was hued pink in its setting state, while the birds flying overhead were only silhouettes. In fact, the winter skies were serene enough to let her spot the first star in the sky. It wasn’t Christmas just yet, but it was a few days before Tara’s birthday.

And Sam knew that there was something special she could show her.

As Tara approached the door, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure her follower was in pursuit. However, her older sister had stopped a few yards away, refusing to go any further. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

The canine blinked at her, staying where she was. Her ears twisted as she looked over a little, giving the illusion that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go inside.

This made her tilt her head. “What is it?” She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder through the window and shook her head, “You don’t wanna go inside?” She watched Sam bow, like she did whenever she wanted to play. “No, I told you that was the last one. We’re not playing anymore,” she reminded.

She just wasn’t taking the hint. Well, if that was the case, the werewolf didn’t mind taking initiative herself. She broke out of her downward dog and rushed forward, slipping between her little sister and the door to keep her from going inside.

Tara barely had time to turn sound, before Sam’s muzzle nudged her away from the door. She jumped away from the cold, wet nose catching the warmth of her neck. “Sam, what are you doing?!” she squeaked, trying to raise her shoulder to shrug her off.

But Samantha just replied with an amused growl and continued to herd her back into the snow.

“Alright, alright!” the younger leapt away, “I’m not going inside.” She shook her bangs from her face and quizzed her again, “What do you want?”

The she-wolf dropped herself to the ground, low enough to where Tara could get on her back, and shuffled forward. When she met confused chocolate eyes, she gestured her head over her shoulder.

“You want me to get on your back?” Her tail wagged as a ‘yes’, so she grabbed a hold of her scruff and climbed on, like she was a horse.

Sam got to her paws, careful not to rock her rider around too much as she felt her scruff be gripped tightly. She bit back a whimper, but bowed her head to turn it and gently nudge Tara’s leg as in telling her, “hold on tight.”

Tara noticed this and moved one hand to pet her head. “I’m okay,” she assured. She rode a horse before and had been given many piggyback rides by Sam when she was little, but she had never rode on the back of a wolf before. “Don’t buck me off, Sam…”

Her big sister gave a huff and shook her pelt out as best she could with a swish of her tail. She felt Tara’s legs press against her flanks and her fingers curl into her skin, which told her she was ready. So, she broke away, only having to take a few long strides, before she met the fenceline. It wasn’t high of a jump for an 8-foot werewolf. In fact, it was actually not even a strenuous jump, more like she was just leaping over a small stream of water or a narrow ditch.

After clearing the fence, all that stood between them and the rest of the world was wilderness, forestry that canopied above the earth and a maze of trunks that gave them a challenge.

But nothing in the world could stop the Carpenter sisters, no matter how complicated. They were only chained to each other, which meant they could go anywhere and do anything as long as they were together.

Like she had recalled from horseback riding all those years ago, Tara leaned forward, keeping a partial hold on her sister’s neck as she flew at nearly 80 miles an hour. Everything was a blur in her peripheral vision, and the sting of the winter air was numbing her face. She squinted through the snow flurries that fell from the coniferous trees, hearing Sam’s gruff panting over the wind.

Sam’s paws were in perfect rhythm with her sense of direction. Her eyes were open and alert among the white wild, while her little sister’s body kept the cold from slipping its frosty fingers against her spine. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, but it felt so good to run without any fences or walls to keep her in. At first, she hadn’t been sure of her werewolf-shifting abilities. She thought they were dangerous and nothing more than a curse. However, she had learned that moving on four legs at unimaginable speeds and sustaining enough endurance for a lifetime was the most thrilling thing in the world. It thrilled her more than killing did. There was just something about running, something about beating the wind and lengthening her spine with every stride. It was like a dream, except it was real.

Plus, Tara never saw her any different from the way she had before she had been cursed. She was still her older sister and her best friend. She just had both a sibling and an incredible pet in the same token. How awesome was that? And now Sam was able to control it…

The black werewolf huffed as the air burned her lungs. She weaved through the trees like a snake through tall grass, leaping over unsteady ground and gaining speed on the straight paths.

On her back, her baby sister ducked from branches and kept her face close to the bristling fur that granted some warmth to her wind-burned cheeks. Even though this was entirely different, she couldn’t help but be reminded of when they were little. Sam would crawl around on the floor and act like her personal steed, carrying her wherever she pleased.

“Okay, fine,” Sam sighed and got down on her hands and knees. “Get on.”

“Yay!” Tara hopped on her back and grabbed two strands of her long hair. “Giddyup!” she hollered, yanking on her makeshift reins.

But her sister just ducked away, “Ow!” She tried to turn her head to make her let go, “Don’t pull my hair, Tara! That hurts,” she told her. The pulling sensation left her scalp and was followed by an ashamed apology.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Just use my shirt or something,” the older offered. She then felt the collar of her shirt be clutched by little hands.

“Okay!” The 4 year-old’s energy was restored as she tugged on the shirt and repeated herself. “Giddyup, horsey!”

And Sam did as she was told. Like a horse did, she jerked her head and pawed the carpet, before she set off. Tara was getting bigger now, so her weight kept her from being able to go too fast, however that didn’t stop her from encouraging it.

“Faster, Sammy! Go faster!”

Anything for her little sister. Samantha braced her back and picked up her pace as much as she could. It must have been enough for the younger, because an excited squeal answered her increased speed.

Tara giggled, continuing to fidget with her big sister’s shirt as she ordered. “To the kitchen!”

And to the kitchen, they went.

“Sam, where are we going?!” Tara brought herself back to the present as she hollered over the wind. She had remembered always wanting Sam to go faster as a kid, but she never imagined she’d be going this fast without being in a car.

Her older sister kept on, eyes set on the break in trees up ahead. She unleashed a couple of barks to encourage her to find their destination.

Tara followed her lead, but she wouldn't be sure until she actually saw that it was the end.

The sisters broke out of the forest’s coverage to meet the last bit of sun setting in the horizon. Tara hadn’t realized how much high ground they’d gained through the woods, and while she wasn’t comfortable with being up high, she knew that Sam wouldn’t let her fall. The moon was glowing and the stars looked like tiny fairy lights on an indigo stretch of sky.

But that wasn’t what caught Tara’s attention.

Sam slowed her pace to a trot and then a walk, before she stopped to let her sister off. She put her muzzle out to keep her from getting too close to the edge of the cliff they were on and gently huffed when she was pet as a ‘thank you’.

The younger Carpenter jumped off the werewolf’s back with her eyes glued to the assortment of arrayed colors along the northern horizon. They shimmered, like a mere reflection of Heaven on Earth, green, purple, and blue blending into one swivel of art across the world and crystallizing the snow.

Aurora Borealis.

“The Northern Lights,” Tara breathed in awe. She had never seen them in-person before, only in movies, paintings, and pictures on the internet. It wasn’t a dream of hers to see them, so-to-speak, but one thing was for sure… She never thought they would be this beautiful or seeing them for herself would feel so surreal.

Beside her, Sam stood with the cool-coded gradient softening the golden glow of her werewolf eyes. She felt the weight of her sister lean against her, and she gave a soft sigh.

Tara glanced up at her with a small smile on her face. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

The canine’s ears went back and she gave a gentle whine as she leaned down and licked her cheek. She couldn’t actually speak to her, like she would a human, but if she were to, the words were so simple and pure.

“Happy Birthday, Tara. I love you forevermore.”

But the younger knew the words without them being said, and she closed her eyes to press her forehead against the side of her big sister’s warm face. “Thank you, Sammy,” she whispered into her fur, “I love you too.”

A loving noise that almost sounded like a growl rumbled in Sam’s throat as she nuzzled her, then drew away so her girl could continue to admire the aurora that shined for her.

Anything for her little sister.

merry christmas!!! you were my first big supporter on my Wolves of Woodsboro fanfiction, and ever since, you have had a special place in my heart. you have been awesome to talk to and be friends with. thank you for all of your love, support, and kindness. here's to you 🩶 stay safe, my love! happy holidays 🎄✨⛄

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You Believe in Santa?! | Obey Me Platonic HCs

Inspired by this weird half-joke I play on my sister every year, where I lie and tell her I believe in Santa. This has been going on for years now- I have NO clue how this started, and I'm in too deep to stop now... Also because I think(?) I've talked myself into thinking Santa exists; which is why I describe it as a half-joke.

Ft. The Demon Bros!

Tw: Mentions of Satan loving you but it can be read as platonic; You get called adorable; 1 mention of cancelling; Mammon slander (I'm sorry!!); Let me know if I need to add more!

Also, this is implied to be taking place in season 1 of the original game!

Published: December 9, 2023

Words: 3,500 (500 per bro)

Pages: 9.7 (1.4 on average)

Lucifer:

You know that face Lucifer makes whenever he's disappointed or tired? Yeah, he makes that expression when you tell him you believe in Santa. He can't tell if you're lying or not, which is odd for him because he can usually tell when you're lying; even if you're good at it.

"Do you actually believe that?" He'll inevitably question you. You'll tell him 'yes' with a cheery smile and chipper tone, but something about your behavior makes it difficult for him to fully believe you.

Whether you want to tell him the truth or not is up to you. If you do, and you ask him to keep your secret, he'll smile and agree. Although, chances are that he'll let Diavolo and Barbatos in on it. He might also tease Mammon when he inevitably starts to think Santa's real, too. But if you don't, he'll spend the next few weeks- if not, the entire holiday season- trying to figure out if you actually believe what you're saying. And while he's doing that, he's also trying to decide if he should tell you the truth or not.

If you're fifteen or below, he probably won't. If you're in your thirties or above, he probably will. And if you're in between, then he's probably going to try and let you down privately and softly. It all depends on how mature you usually act, and on how dedicated you are to keeping up this lie.

He's not gonna be happy when Solomon inevitably starts going around and telling people Santa's real. It doesn't matter if Lucifer's in on it or not. If he knows, he doesn't like it because Solomon's very shifty and he doesn't like having those kinds of people around his family. But he ultimately won't do anything to ruin your fun; he'll just tell you to be careful and keep an extra careful eye on you. But if Lucifer doesn't know, then he doesn't like it because he thinks Solomon's getting your hopes up, and he doesn't want you to be upset when you 'learn the truth'. In response, he'll corner Solomon in one of RAD's hallways and threaten the sorcerer into silence.

He'll be confused when he finds a gift from 'Santa Claus' underneath the tree on Christmas day. When he doesn't recognize the handwriting, he'll cautiously open the box, believing it to be some sort of prank. Only to be stumped when he finds what seems to be a custom blend of tea. Curiously, he'll brew himself a cup, only to spit it right back out upon tasting it. It was horrid. So much so that only one person could have made him the gift. Solomon.

The sorcerer's going to be in a world of pain soon...

Mammon:

"Pfft, Santa ain't real! If he was, then he would've given me a limitless credit card ages ago!" Mammon scoffs upon hearing you. If Lucifer's nearby, he'll immediately get a smack on the head. Still, he won't start feeling bad until he spots you pouting at him.

Your age doesn't matter. When you first start saying stuff like this, he's gonna be blunt and tell you that you're stupid. But if you keep it up, he'll slowly get softer and softer on you. Until, eventually, he stops telling you altogether. Keep it up some more, and with some help from Solomon, then he'll start to believe you're telling the truth. Maybe he'll to the conclusion that Santa only visits human worlders'. Did Solomon plant that thought? Maybe.

He doesn't care when the others tease him. He's be too busy being pissed at Santa Claus for only giving humans gifts when 'The GREAT Mammon is only one world away!' Starts scheming about how he can sneak his way into the human world Christmas night so he can finally get that limitless card he wants. And yes, he's forcing you to help him. He's gonna say it's only because you're from the human world, but everybody knows that's just an excuse.

He nearly gets to the human world. But as usual, he gets overconfident and brags about his plan in extreme detail. And as usual, Lucifer overheard and hung him upside down for the next day. You get strung up as well for helping him, but if Lucifer's not in on the secret, and you sorrowfully say 'but I wanted him to meet Santa...', then it'll only be for an hour. A side effect of saying this? Mammon starts feeling sad for you.

When he's finally let down, one of the first things he does is visit Solomon. He's not stupid, he knows Lucifer's keeping a close eye on him now. But he knows that Solomon has easy access to the human world, and with his age, he's surely met Santa before, right? So maybe the sorcerer could get the old man to write him a letter and make him a gift? To cheer you up!

He's pleasantly surprised on Christmas morning, when he discovers that Santa decided to make gifts for the whole family. He's a bit disappointed when he opens his present and discovers golden coins instead of a limitless card. But he perks back up when he realizes he's got fifty of them, with each being the height of his thumb! Excitedly, he contacted some demons he could pawn these off to... Only to be laughed at when one of those demons pulled the- fake- gold off to reveal it was actually chocolate!

To make things worse, they tasted horrible! Didn't you say only bad people get bad gifts?!

Leviathan:

He gives you a deadpan look, the words 'I can't believe I live with this normie' echoing in his mind. He's got half a mind to tell you the truth, but his perspective on things changes when he finds a new anime called 'I Used To Believe In Santa Claus, But Then My Otaku Best Friend Told Me The Truth Which Really Strained Our Relationship, And I Just Met An Elf And I Think I'm Falling In Love With Him, But I Don't Know What To Do...!' ('Santa Claus Belief', for short) which completely changed his perspective on things.

He ultimately decides not to tell you, or else he could risk losing you just like the Otaku in Santa Claus Belief did! Sure, the Otaku and the MC made up in the end, but that's completely different! He's, well, himself, and it's only gonna be a matter of time until that weird kindness of yours runs out and you abandon him. It's with this thought in mind that he doesn't even tease Mammon when he starts thinking Santa's real, too. This actually makes Mammon suspicious, but when he goes to check on his little brother, he gets nothing. So, he goes to you, Levi's Henry, and asks you to figure out the problem.

Getting him to admit his worries isn't hard. Just hang out with him in the safety of his room, and when the time is right, bring up how Henry and The Lord of Shadow are always honest with one another. Is it hypocritical? Yes. But when he finally admits his grievances to you, you start to feel guilty and tell him your secret. He gets a bit flustered at first, but he cheers up when he remembers how well you've tricked Mammon.

He can't help but join his brothers on teasing the secondborn after that. And sometimes, he teams up with Solomon to further mess with Mammon's head. Although, these are more spur-of-the-moment than planned.

Come Christmas day, and he immediately knows the present from 'Santa Claus' is actually from either you or Solomon. Curiously, he opens it, and is immediately ecstatic to find a chocolate Ruri-Chan figurine inside of it. He stays in that high for a while, until he realizes that it's only a matter of time until the figurine melts. To try and stop it, he goes and turns down the house's temperature to zero. And then he does it several more times, because everyone else keeps turning it up, until Lucifer threatens to give the figurine to Beel.

So, he goes to Solomon to get some sort of freezing spell that he can put on it. He's shocked when Solomon, a bit disappointed to find the figurine still intact, admits that he was the one who made it. Still, Solomon casts the spell, and Levi leaves; troubled knowing his beloved Ruri-Chan contains pure horrors.

Satan:

Becomes curious when he hears you still believe in Santa Claus. From the human books he's read, all humans learn the truth about Santa sometime in their early teen years. If not, a couple of years before then. So, he starts asking you why you still believe in Father Christmas. Naturally, you tell him it's because you've gotten a present from him every year without fail.

This sparks a conflict within Satan. With you being in the Devildom, far from the loved ones who'd no doubt been keeping this delusion of yours alive, you'd surely learn the truth... But that means you'd get your childhood dreams shattered on Christmas day. One of the happiest days of the year for humans.

With a heavy heart, he decides to tell you the truth a few weeks before Christmas, hoping that your mourning period would end before then. But when he does, you assure him of the opposite. And you do so while keeping your cheery mood; not even feeling an iota of wrath. He asks you about it, and you tell him that nearly everyone you've ever known during the holidays has tried telling you the same. It's here that he becomes fascinated with how resolute humans are- especially you.

He's tempted to try and use facts and logic to break through to you, but he ultimately decides not to. He loves you, and the thought of ruining your childhood memories makes him angry with himself. And the possibility of having to do it multiple times doesn't help. And so, he decides to go out and buy you a second Christmas present- one from 'Santa Claus'. He ends up buying you both presents, however, when he discovers a pair of magical books that allow for interdimensional communication! He wraps them both up and puts an illusion spell on the 'to's and 'from's to keep you from recognizing his handwriting.

However, come Christmas Day, he's incredibly confused upon finding a second gift from Santa. Sensing an illusion spell on it, he dissipates and instantly recognizes it to be Solomon's handwriting. Instantly, he's on guard. He's heard that the sorcerer's been helping keep your lifelong beliefs alive, which soothes some of his eternal anger. And the fact that he's apparently convinced Mammon that Santa is real brings a smile to his face. But Solomon's always got an angle, and he doesn't know how pretending to be Santa Claus and sending his entire family gifts will benefit him... But he decides to forget about it when he sees Lucifer spitting tea from 'Santa' into the kitchen sink.

Opening his present, he finds a book made out of candy inside of it. At first, he thought the only candy bit was the peppermint cover. But a note reveals it's actually made out of thin wax candy, and the words are written with food coloring.

Asmodeus:

He can't help but giggle when you tell everyone you believe in Santa Claus. He didn't know humans think that! And apparently, most of them grow out of it? Well, aren't you just adorable! Not as adorable as him, of course, but still adorable! So much so, that he makes a post about it on his Devilgram, with a selfie of the two of you to go with it. And if he sees any hate comments, then he's gonna cancel them and leave them for his... Rowdier, fans.

He wonders how you'll react when you don't get a present on Christmas day. Will you pout, or will you make up some sort of excuse to keep this fantasy of yours alive? It's for this reason that he, himself, pouts when he hears that the others are trying to bring you down to reality. And so, he goes to try and talk them out of it; making sure to be careful with his words. If you do become sad on Christmas morning, he'll for sure be there to cheer you up! But he knows that Lucifer would tie him up if his intentions were discovered, and he does not want his clothes to get messed up!

His opinion on Solomon also telling everyone that Santa exists? He finds it just as funny as he finds the rest of this situation. A simple conversation with the sorcerer reveals to him what he already knew: That Solomon doesn't really think Santa exists. But it doesn't reveal to him that you don't believe in Santa, either.

Another thing he can't help but laugh at is Mammon. He knew the secondborn was stupid, but he didn't know he was that stupid! His laughter grows when Solomon says that Mammon wants him to 'talk Santa Claus into making a quick trip to the Devildom'. While on the topic, Asmo gives Solomon some gift ideas for every member of the House of Lamentation... And then Asmo gives a bunch of gift ideas for himself.

His disappointment is immeasurable, come Christmas, and he finds Solomon used none of his gift ideas. But his day is not ruined! Especially when he discovers that all of 'Santa Claus's gifts are made out of candy. Even more so when he discovers that his gift is a small assortment of extravagant candy jewelry. A, because the gift isn't going to waste because he'll simply wear it. And B, because it gives him the perfect excuse to hold a photo shoot! And yes, you're gonna be included in some of the photos. You're the reason why he got such a magnificent gift in the first place!

When the day comes to an end, though, he wonders how Solomon chose everyone's presents. He knows the sorcerer isn't close enough with them to know their preferences, nor would he care enough to remember them...

Beelzebub:

Hm? You say Santa Claus is real? Does that mean he only gives gifts to those in the human world? He's very close to fully believing you, with his only saving grace being Belphegor, who tells him the truth... But then Solomon starts saying Santa's real, and he starts doubting Belphie. Yes, he feels slightly guilty for doing so. But at the same time, both you and Solomon are from the human world. Meanwhile, Belphegor has been ignoring the realm's existence for hundreds of years now.

Chances are that he's gonna start believing in Santa before Mammon does. Unlike Mammon, though, he's not going to get mocked... Mostly because no one's surprised. Don't get them wrong, they aren't unsurprised! But Beel's just got that vibe, you know? What with how dense and food-orientated he usually is.

But Beel believing Santa's real isn't definitive in this headcanon. Because there's an equal chance that Belphie talks him out of it a second time. When this happens, he'll be disappointed. Not extremely, but enough that he decides not to tell you the truth. And he'll ask the others to do the same. After all, if he was sad after learning Santa's not real when he only thought so for a few days (a week at most), then how'd you feel after thinking that for over a decade?

But if Belphie can't talk him out of it, then Beel's going to help Mammon talk Solomon into talking Santa into coming to the Devildom (Boy, was that a mouthful...). And while he's there, he asks that Santa bring him a gingerbread house the size of the HoL.

Either way, he's super excited when he smells the Christmas tree smelling like a buffet on Christmas morning. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself from eating both the tree and all of the presents. But thankfully you spot him struggling and hand him his first gift; a circular box signed by Santa. He's actually a bit disappointed at first, because while he smells sweets inside, the box is awfully small when compared to him. Too small to properly feed him, which leads the poor boy to believe he'd done something naughty.

Thankfully, however, he turns his frown upside-down when he unwraps the gift. A nice-looking cookie tin with a note on the lid: 'I know that you've got a bottomless stomach, so I made you this! Just put the ingredients for a batch of cookies inside of it, wait ten minutes, and you'll have a batch of cookies ready to eat!' And luckily for him, they don't taste horrible!

(Also, the day before Christmas, he bakes a batch of cookies with you! If Beel thinks Santa's real, then he does his best to not eat them all. Mostly because he believes Santa's power comes from eating cookies!)

Belphegor:

Father Christmas? Kriss Kringle? Saint Nick? Who are they and why are you rambling about them and Santa..? That's right, he doesn't know that much about Santa Claus. He's been ignoring humans and avoiding everything that wasn't their suffering since he fell into the Devildom. If he heard about Santa, then he probably erased it from his memory after scowling about how humanity had something so nice; real or not. And the others probably kept their mouths shut to keep from upsetting him.

So at first, he thinks that Santa's real, too. But he quickly learns otherwise when the others start poking fun at you, and even straight-up tell you that you're wrong. Curious, he asks you about him. And after hearing all your tales, he goes to Satan to get some books on him. He can't help but laugh when the fifth-born confesses that he gets a bunch of sloppily written letters from human kids this time of year. Belphie's always been curious about it, but has always been too tired to ask.

He doesn't blame Beel when he starts thinking Santa's real. After all, with all of the different kinds of spells, there's surely a perfect combination that would allow someone to do what Santa can do. Like stalking spells, time slowness spells, teleportation spells, and more. However, the power needed to deliver gifts to half of humanity in a single night would take Lucifer-level power. And he doesn't blame you for thinking Santa's real, either. At least, not entirely. After all, children grow up believing in him. But you were supposed to learn the truth years ago. But despite being told the truth who knows how many times, you've consistently refused to listen to it. He tries a couple of times himself, but quickly gets frustrated and gives up...

Until he overhears you and Solomon talking, that is. He was napping on a bench at RAD, so the two of you must've thought it was safe. But unfortunately for you, he'd awoken earlier than expected. This is something he doesn't bother hiding, and something else he doesn't hide is how funny he finds your and Solomon's faces. When his laughter dies down, he semi-playfully demands something from the both of you to keep your secret...

He has to keep himself from smirking on Christmas morning. Especially when he spots Beel drooling and gazing at the tree with hunger. He's curious to see how long his twin will last, but unfortunately you spot him, too. But he doesn't let that get him down, and insteads opens his gift from Solomon. There, he finds a gingerbread scented neck pillow with a note telling him it's enchanted to shrink and grow whenever he pushes and pulls on it.

(He's not able to catch all of them, but he finds the others' reactions to their gifts hilarious!)

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