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fickleminder · 11 months

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Obey Me Masterlist

All writings feature GN!MC unless otherwise stated :)

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sacrificial lamb > part 1, part 2 ✨

The impossible choice between you and the Devildom.

Inspired by the Frost pop quiz.

Fics:

seven supervillains and one (1) normie

You move in with seven normal, law-abiding housemates.

Written for the Devildom zine.

be good ✨

AU inspired by this prompt: Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them. The more innocent and pure a person is, the more mean, fierce, and terrifying their demon becomes.

Halloween 2023 fic.

date night

Inspired by @777xara‘s art here.

never after

Not all fairy tales have a happy ending.

Based on Satan’s Breaking Curses Devilgram and this post.

what’s up doc

Based on this post. Dedicated to the Satan simps who didn’t manage to pull his card in the Doctor Nightmare.

Zombie (commissioned art here) ✨

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @sparkbeast20.

CW: blood and gore (in both the fic and the art).

would you lie with me (and just forget the world)

When taking out the trash, it’s more efficient to do it all in one go.

Karasu’s Confession Corner ✨

Seeing Karasu, one of Mammon’s crow familiars, at your windowsill isn’t an uncommon occurrence. He likes to stop by sometimes to hang out with you, but today he’s acting oddly for some reason…

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2022 event. Features Mammon x GN!MC.

let us die young (or let us live forever)

Life in the Devildom living with seven demon lords is pretty darn good. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that you’re loved, wholly, irrevocably, and forever.

Halloween 2022 fic.

The Escape

You are attacked while alone in the House of Lamentation.

Based on this scenario.

Bad Days ✨

You didn’t sign up to be their therapist, least of all their punching bag.

Inspired by @barbabetos‘ post here.

falling (for you) (commissioned art here) ✨

Five times you fell on Satan, and one time he returned the favor.

Obligatory 5+1 fic featuring Satan x GN!MC.

careful what you wish for

You and Satan find out that sometimes magic wishes have unexpected consequences.

Based on Satan’s Wish-Granting Charm Devilgram.

Food Favors

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @house-of-laminations.

Dirty Pop(sicles) ✨

When a human can’t even enjoy a popsicle on the beach without inviting salacious thoughts, you do what you have to do, toothache be damned.

CW: suggestive content but nothing explicit.

crawl to the in-between (part 1, part 2, part 3/?)

While recovering from an attack within the HoL, MC slowly finds out that there’s more to the Devildom than meets the eye.

This AU’s still a work-in-progress, summary to be updated.

forever valentine

Satan gives you flowers every Valentine’s Day.

Spin-off from this scenario (spoiler alert!) with a V-Day twist.

soft kitty, warm kitty

You sing Satan to sleep.

Lyrics taken from Big Bang Theory.

cum laude (commissioned art here) ✨

Season 1 AU. Snapshots from a year in which the human exchange student actually acts like one instead of playing demon family therapist.

Dedicated to all the goody two shoes MCs out there.

Inner Demon ✨

The one where the human exchange student gets possessed by a lesser demon.

Crack-ish fic inspired by this post. CW: mild body horror.

Cuddle Puddle

Technically every week is considered “hell week” in the Devildom, but this particular one has Elleroy ready to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2021 event. Features Satan x M!OC x Asmo.

of electric rodents and demon butlers

Pokemon AU. Wooing a demon butler who hates rats on principle is a little tricky when you have an electric rodent on your team.

Self-indulgent Pokemon AU.

so wake me up (when it’s all over)

Your demons turn against you.

Halloween 2021 fic.

hear me cry > original, alt ending ✨

The one where the brothers team up to catch you.

Inspired by the Masked pop quiz. CW for alt ending: violence, blood.

Into The Woods > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2

It’s like with Lilith all over again. Hindsight is 20/20, but given the circumstances, Lucifer has no qualms repeating history.

Inspired by The Nature of Sin.

Unholy

You haven’t said a word since you were moved back into your old room, but that’s okay. You’re in one piece, your burns are healing nicely, and there’s cream in the medicine cabinet for the scarring on your wrists and neck. The charred, bloody stumps on your back can wait; all Luke cares about is getting rid of the damned marks those accursed bangles had branded into your skin as they melted off.

Inspired by an answered ask from @obeythebutler.

the years start coming and they don’t stop coming > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2 ✨

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

The original replaced!MC AU except we have Satan on our side.

Keeper

"Will one million Grimm be enough?” / “...How much is that in human currency?” / “Good point. One million American dollars it is then. We can say we sold everything at a charity auction or something.”

Inspired by the Angelic pop quiz.

Schrödinger (commissioned art here) ✨

Many ghosts dwell within the House of Lamentation alongside its demonic inhabitants. One in particular takes sick pleasure in tormenting Belphegor. (Alternatively: when the you that disappeared from Mammon’s arms isn’t completely gone)

Halloween 2020 fic.

Idea Blurbs:

no hope, no love, no glory

Replaced!MC AU. Wherein falling out of favor with Mammon has consequences.

weakest link

Inspired by the key route in the Lantern event.

Emergency Contact ✨

MC’s night alone in the HoL takes a turn for the worse.

The Haunting of Serenity Manor

Haunted House AU inspired by this and this.

your name

Mini scenario where MC isn’t really “MC”.

soul on paper

Inspired by Satan’s 2021 birthday pop quiz and UR Devilgram.

equalizer

Features a fighter-MC, lots of OOC characters, and generally dark content.

Incorrect Quotes & Headcanons:

Zero

Sugar Daddy ✨

Saving Daylight

Intimidate

Hidden Skills

Anime Run

Good Workout ✨

Depressed!MC moves into HoL AU ✨

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ruewrites · 2 years

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Warmth from the Butler

AO3

Ship: Barbatos/Leviathan (Can be read as either romantic or platonic)

Word Count: 2008

Warnings: None

A/N: I had a lot of fun participating in the OMSecret Santa event! (I have to keep checking myself to make sure I spell Santa right XD) To my Secret Santa (@queendeeshorrorimagines ), I really hope you enjoy it! I'm both super excited and super nervous to post!

Thank you so much to the mods for putting together and organizing a lovely event! You can find their event page under @OMSecretSanta in Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram!

Happy Holidays everyone <3

"Repeat yourself, please."

Levi knew this was a bad idea from the start. A horrible idea. One of the worst ideas he's had in his entire life. He had no idea what in all of the three realms possessed him to follow through, but here he was. Was it too late to sink even deeper into the Devildom? Probably. But oh how he wished the ground beneath his feet would just open up and swallow him whole right now.

"I uh, was wondering if, you know-" Why wouldn't the words just leave his mouth already? "If you maybe, by chance, if you weren't busy, but I mean it's okay if you are because really in the long run it's not all that important and I'm sure you have better things to do and stuff-"

"Leviathan."

He couldn't meet Barbatos' eyes. His voice sounded so stern. He was going to say no wasn't he? Leviathan couldn't blame him. Who would ever think about saying yes? He felt stupid. So incredibly stupid. Maybe he could just hole up in his room and stay there for the next millennia or so.

At least Barbatos wouldn't laugh at him. That was the one solace he had. The only one he had the more he thought about it.

"Would you wanna go to a convention with me?"

"A… convention?"

"Like I said you don't have to go, you probably have cooler-"

"What kind of convention?"

Levi couldn't believe his own ears. Has Barbatos really asked him about the convention? No. No way he did. He must have misheard him. There was no way someone so cool would be willing to hang out with him at something so nerdy.

"It's just an anime convention. They have some panels and merchandise and stuff. I don't know if you'd be interested in this kind of thing."

The silence that followed was not comforting in the slightest to Levi. He would have rathered Barbatos rejected him outright. He could feel the ice of quiet penetrating deep into his bones, stretching down into his very core. What did Barbatos even have to think over? Obviously he was going to say no. There was no point in getting his hopes up. Why would anyone say yes? Especially when he was asking them to go to a convention with a disgusting, embarrassing, otaku like himself.

"Alright. I'll ask my young master if I can go."

What?

Levi must not have done a fantastic job at hiding his shocked expression. A gloved hand came up to his lips in an attempt to hide his smile. "I wouldn't mind. Lord Diavolo talks about the interesting things you introduce him to all of the time," he chuckled, "So I believe it is my duty as his butler to spend some time with you as well and learn firsthand about your interests."

Levi felt his face heat up. Was Barbatos messing with him? He had to be. Right?

"When would you like me to meet you?"

"Uh… Maybe nine? I can wait for you outside and we can go together."

"Very well. Nine sharp in front of Lamentation is when and where I'll meet you. I can't wait to attend your convention with you."

For some odd reason, the anxiety is Levi's stomach started to fester even more.

***

"Leviathan's conventions, what are they like?" Barbatos asked, setting his tea down. He would have asked Leviathan himself, but the third born looked rather shaken the last time they spoke. Barbatos couldn't help but notice how nervous he'd looked when asking him to accompany him. The least he could do was make sure Levi had a good time. The only question was how? And who better to ask than the fourth born?

Satan was into similar things from Barbatos' viewpoint. His library seemed to rival Leviathan' own collection and he couldn't help but notice the tiny overlap of authors in which they had a shared interest. Surely Satan would have an idea of how he was to act at such an event. Right?

Satan put down his own teacup while letting out a thoughtful little hum. Barbatos couldn't help but notice every little movement. He was good at noticing the little things. Perhaps it came with his job: if he were to miss the little things, someone would end up dead.

Satan tapped his fingers in a steady rhythm. It came to the point where Barbatos could count the beats per measure. His arm was steady but not stiff, but he also wasn't relaxed. Not really. When was the last time he saw Satan relax? He couldn't recall. But perhaps it was fitting, he came into the world in a blind, fiery rage. Why should he dull and stop burning throughout the rest of his life?

"Well, a lot of people dress up," Satan started, "He took me one year. There were tons of impressive costumes, artists. He took me to a few panels too. It's also where he bought me a keychain."

"Was it the one with the four small kittens perchance?"

"Precisely."

"It's quite cute."

"I'm happy you think so."

Leviathan hadn't mentioned anything about costumes. Why hadn't he said anything? Perhaps he forgot? He had seemed incredibly nervous. Maybe Barbatos had done something to intimidate him. Or maybe it was just a part of Leviathan.

Well, all this meant was that Barbatos' was now making it his personal duty to make this particular convention extra enjoyable for Leviathan. Perhaps he could even pick up a souvenir for his young lord. He was sure Diavolo would enjoy him bringing something back for him. It would also be worth it to see that bright smile on his face.

"Satan, could you explain these costumes to me a little more?"

***

Five minutes.

Barbatos had five minutes.

Had his room always been so cold?

So empty?

Lonely?

It didn't matter that Leviathan knew that the butler was always punctual. It didn't matter that he knew Barbatos would show up exactly on time. No. None of that mattered. Because Barbatos had abandoned him.

His room was cold.

No, not abandoned. Levi had been stupid enough to believe he'd actually come. Why would anyone as cool and collected as Barbatos ever want to hang out with him?

No.

There were always so many people, with so many groups of friends. Levi would be lying if he said he wasn't envious of them. He wanted what they had, the laughter, the shared jokes, the contact, it all seemed like so much fun.

He was cold.

But Levi would never have that.

So very cold.

And now he would be all by himself, once again, at another convention. He'd be a lonely stupid otaku, in his stupid cosplay that wasn't nearly as good as anyone else's, and they'd all be pointing and laughing at him for being a weirdo for years to come.

Cold.

...

One minute.

Why did he even bother going? He should just stay holed up in his room and not come out for another hundred years. He was a humiliation, an embarrassment. Someone that no one, especially not Barbatos, would ever want to be seen with in a hundred million ye-

There was a knock at his door.

Levi hesitated. Should he open it? Who could it possibly be?

"Leviathan?"

Barbatos?

"Are you in there, Leviathan?"

Slowly, Leviathan found himself opening the door, still unsure about what exactly was happening. Was Barbatos coming to tell him in person that he didn't want to go? He was almost certain this was the case until he saw how Barbatos was dressed.

"That's Henry's armor! From the special edition of Volume 3 of TSL! With the special deleted scenes that only sold in limited copies!"

How did he do this?

Well, maybe it shouldn't be such a shock, he was the demon prince's butler after all. Impossible seemed like a foreign concept to Barbatos. But still-!

This…. This was beyond amazing to Levi.

It was absolutely breathtaking.

Awe inspiring.

Some… other third word to mean awestruck.

Barbatos chuckled. He looked a bit flustered, choosing to look down and inspect his arm in that moment. "Yes, well, I heard dressing up is rather fun at events like this. I also heard that you would most likely be going as The Lord of Shadows, so I wanted to surprise you and match you."

Leviathan was sure his mouth was hanging open before the grin morphed onto his face. He could hardly contain his excitement. Barbatos was going with him, him! And he even took the time to put an outfit together. There wasn't even a single flaw! Barbatos had nailed it! He'd never seen a more perfect Henry! Was he bouncing? Barbatos' eyes were following him like he was bouncing. Should he stop? Barbatos was smiling, so perhaps it didn't matter. His smile was warm. Not quite like the summer, but more like the spring. Warmth with a gentle breeze. That seemed right.

He just couldn't contain himself! Containment was impossible in a moment like this!

"I like your costume as well. It looks wonderful."

Oh Leviathan swore he was going to combust.

"Well technically it's cosplay but I can forgive you for the slip up. It took a while to make I wanted to get the stitching just right because it's one ofmyalltimefavoritecostumesfromtheTSLseriesI'mreallyhappyyoulikeittooand-!"

"Breathe Leviathan, you're turning blue," Barbatos chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. Leviathan felt warmth shoot from the point of contact all throughout his body. It wasn’t that Barbatos was warm per say, it was more like Levi was-

Excited?

Grateful?

In disbelief?

He couldn’t place the word he was looking for. All he knew was that it was a good feeling. An incredibly good feeling.

His room didn't feel as cold as it had moments before.

He took a deep breath and smiled at Barbatos, “I’m just, really happy you wanted to come along.”

It was warmer now.

When Barbatos returned his smile it amplified the unknown feeling within Leviathan ten-fold, “But of course. It seemed like a marvelous opportunity, and the more research I did, the more fun it sounded!”

Fun? Barbatos thought his conventions sounded fun?

If this was a dream Leviathan never wanted to wake up.

If this was a curse, the spell could remain forever unbroken.

Whatever this reality was, he wanted to stay.

"Shall we get going then? I would hate to have you be late for all of the festivities."

"Yeah, we shall."

"I feel like I should also mention that I packed snacks and water."

Barbatos made snacks? For him? Well, more accurately they were for the both of them. But he made snacks? For him?

"You're really prepared huh?"

"Well but of course, I wanted to make sure I did my research well!" Barbatos hummed, "And that you had a marvelous time."

Levi hoped that Barbatos would have a marvelous time as well. Then maybe they could go together again in the future, and Levi could find other places they could go to. They could coordinate their costumes, map out cool places to take pictures, and make inside jokes that only they would know.

Finally.

Finally Levi would have something he'd always wanted: a friend to go to conventions with.

Someone to laugh with.

Someone to stay by his side when they walked in the halls.

Someone to make memories with.

It was all too exhilarating!

Leviathan would never have to spend another convention alone, wouldn't have to be envious of all of the groups of people laughing and talking together, wouldn't have to feel so insecure about his own isolation.

As they walked together, side by side, Leviathan had a slight bounce in his step.

He couldn't help but notice how close they were, how Barbatos didn't even attempt to shy away from his step. He kept the same close distance with each stride, matching Levi perfectly.

Barbatos really was something else wasn't he?

Something special that was for sure.

For once, Leviathan let the warmth take over.

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lonelywrites · 2 years

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Obey Me Secret Santa 2021!

First of all, i want to say that i'm very happy to participate in this event. Is my first time doing something like this, writing something not just for me, but for someone in specific, and in another language - although some people say that i'm almost fluent, i'm still quite insecure about the quality of what i'm delivering here. So, thank you, @omsecretsanta, for being so patient with me.

Now, @rowan-catsandcoffee, this is for you, i tried my best to write something that was in line with what you wanted - you can tell me, if i did something you don't liked, this gift is for you. Also, i wrote your MC with the she/her pronoums, 'cause write with neutral problems still is hard for me. I promise i'll get better in this.

Word count: 1,4k (in each version)

Warnings: MC is sick and overwhelmed, mentions of food and quick weight loss, MC has problems expressing herself, possible grammar and concordance errors.

Avisos: MC está doente e mentalmente exausta, menções de comida e rápida perda de peso, MC tem problemas para se expressar, possíveis erros de gramática e concordância (principalmente em inglês)

Holly has always been a hardworking person, always putting a lot of effort into whatever she does - no matter if it's a big deal or not - doing her best to make everything perfect. That would be perfect, if the girl didn't forget about her own physical and mental health at these times.

This fact made her closest friends apprehensive since the young woman started her internship, as it was already difficult for Holly to take care of herself just by taking the college course. She always studied for inordinate hours before realizing that she needed to eat at least one meal a day, which was up to Beel to remind her of that, taking snacks whenever he knew he was going to meet her. Now, at this stage, Holly could barely accept moments of rest where she read with Satan or just contemplated his mere existence while lying with Mammon. The girl started to demand more and more from herself. Everything had to be impeccable. Your grades and studies couldn't be affected by her work right now.

Over the months, the young woman no longer appeared to be in her best condition, starting to appear physically haggard, with deep dark circles under her eyes and a slightly emaciated body. Also, she was no longer willing to spend time with the trio of siblings as often as before, keeping at most one conversation in one phone call while Holly worked. Still, all of this was what she let on, as it was a mess. She was corroding herself in the midst of so much effort, but still feeling like she shouldn't worry anyone.

The trigger for this lack of self-care came when the girl found herself ill, barely able to stand on her feet due to such exhaustion. Her body could no longer stand incessant hours of study and work without decent food or rest for so many months. So, unable to do the simplest thing right then, Holly found herself at a crossroads. She needed help right now. She wanted help. She had to have someone by her side.

Having nothing else to do and almost desperate, the girl texted her friends, saying only that she was sick and that she needed help. Both three brothers responded within minutes, stating that they would arrive at her dorm quickly.

Mammon was the first to come to her friend's aid and, as expected, he was breathless and almost hysterically nervous as soon as he saw her lying in bed with a look that shocked him. He had never seen her sick. Holly didn't get sick.

"You're lucky I was free the moment you called, Holly!" It took him a few dozen seconds to regain his composure, warning that his brothers will take some time to arrive. During this period, waiting for the two brothers, the silver-haired boy tried to make his friend as comfortable as possible, avoiding as much as possible making her more dizzy than she already was. “I warned you not to try so hard… You knew it could end up like this…”

It took just over an hour for Satan and Beelzebub to reach the girl's dorm, Beel bringing with him a small munch of grilled chicken and mushrooms. “You mustn't have eaten anything all day…” Said the redhead. It was true, Holly used to totally lose her appetite when she was sick, and this time it was no different. "So I brought you some light food."

The trio of siblings spent the next 40 minutes debating who should take care of their sick friend, as everyone wanted to help her get better, but they were busy for much of the day during that unspecified time that Holly will remain in a state of physical and mental health. not so suitable. The girl, for her part, had remained extremely silent, leaning back against the wonderful pile of pillows that only Mammon knows how to make - he says that one of his younger brothers always asks him to make this backrest, making it so soft that it looks like a cloud. Finally, at this time of debate, it was concluded that the brothers would take turns taking care of the girl.

Holly had always kept too much to herself, and at that moment, it all felt too much for her to hold any longer. Everything felt too dense for the little one to handle. So that's precisely why Mammon is there for her.

Even with a dubious reputation, this precious young man has shown himself to be extremely careful about the people he loves and this is no different with Holly. The white-haired man was a great listener and even adviser, her older brother had remarked to the young woman once, and had been the girl's confidant for as long as she could remember.

While Mammon took care of Holly, her main focus was on her friend's mind. Physical health is capable of improving in moments, compared to mental health, and Beel was already taking care of the first one. Furthermore, Mammon knew that the girl was mentally exhausted, and although she couldn't make her magically extract this terrible miasma from the young girl, she could spur it on by slowly encouraging her to let all this ill-being out of her mind.

This process began in a rather rickety fashion, full of hesitations and stutters coming from both Holly and Mammon - not only did the girl have difficulty expressing herself properly, it was twice as difficult for her friend to be overtly concerned about her. Over time, the young woman gradually began to put her thoughts, feelings and fears into words.

"Did you see? You seem lighter to me.” he said happily.

This really helped the young woman. In addition to actually feeling calmer, she was able to understand herself better, organizing her deepest thoughts. Holly didn't need to say a word, just smiled in thanks, which made her friend feel awkward, showing his defensive attitude, common in situations like this.

"D-Don't look at me like that..." The silver haired boy covered his mouth, looking away. "I'm just helping you out because I don't want to occupy myself with you being sick any longer, you know."

The blonde manages to be a happy medium in relation to the care of the other two brothers, only a little more rigid, albeit minimally. In addition, he helps Holly organize her life in relation to matters she could not see in her course and leisure in the situation where she finds herself, making her open up decently to the latter. "So as not to freak out," is what he says.

Satan is a curious boy, always learning a little bit of everything, being no different about some subjects in Holly's course. So, always studying and reviewing the content given with her friend, explaining some topics to her if necessary, while both enjoyed the succulent slices of watermelon brought by Beel a few hours ago.

The study sessions were never as rigid and dense as Holly had been, there were always breaks where the pair chatted about books or series they'd seen. They also kept those moments where they read books together - both in their own world, but still enjoying each other's presence - and watched series and documentaries about criminal cases - creating wild theories about the killer and his motivations.

Holly's mood shift was almost palpable, which was gratifying, she seemed more relaxed and relaxed about her studies. Of course, Satan was extremely pleased with the results.

"Did you see? It doesn't hurt to have a little time to yourself, little one.”

It is common knowledge that this guy, although he can eat like there is no tomorrow, knows how to take care of his physique, always maintaining a balanced diet and training routines. And seeing Holly so sick, in such a rickety state where the girl can't stand upright, makes the redhead's heart break. She deserved to be fine, healthy as she always seemed to be.

Whenever Beel went to look after his friend, he would bring the girl fresh fruit and snacks. Even if she couldn't eat a meal, she should eat at least one banana so she wouldn't have an empty stomach. Also known for her to whet her appetite, no matter how much time passed, setting times - along with alarms - so the girl wouldn't forget to eat when the tall guy wasn't with her.

Beel was quite happy to see his friend gradually improve, encouraging her to stick to her habits and taking short walks around one of the college plazas as soon as Holly's body could walk for an adequate amount of time.

“It's great to see you better, Hol. I want to see that glow of yours again, so please keep it up. ”

Holly sempre foi uma pessoa esforçada, sempre colocando muito esforço em qualquer coisa que faz - não importa se for algo de grande relevância ou não -, dando o seu melhor para tudo ser perfeito. Isso seria perfeito, se a garota não se esquecesse de sua própria saúde física e mental nesses momentos.

Esse fato deixou os seus amigos mais próximos apreensivos desde que a jovem iniciou seu estágio, pois já era difícil Holly cuidar de si mesma apenas fazendo o curso da faculdade. Ela sempre estudava por excessivas horas antes de perceber que precisava fazer ao menos uma refeição ao dia, o que cabia a Beel lembrá-la disso, levando lanches sempre que sabia que iria encontrar-se com ela. Agora, com esse estágio, Holly mal aceitava momentos de descanso onde lia com Satan ou apenas contemplava sua mera existência enquanto se deitava com Mammon. A garota passou a cobrar mais e mais de si. Tudo tinha que ser impecável. Suas notas e estudos não poderiam ser afetados pelo seu trabalho agora.

Com o decorrer dos meses, a jovem já não aparentava estar no seu melhor estado, passando a parecer fisicamente abatida, com olheiras profundas e um corpo ligeiramente emagrecido. Além disso, ela não aceitava mais passar um tempo com o trio de irmãos com a mesma frequência de antes, mantendo, no máximo, uma conversa em uma ligação enquanto Holly trabalhava. Ainda assim, tudo isso era o que ela deixava transparecer, pois estava uma bagunça. Ela estava corroendo-se em meio a tanto esforço, mas ainda sentindo que não deveria preocupar ninguém.

O estopim dessa falta de autocuidado se deu quando a garota encontrou-se doente, mal conseguindo se manter em pé por tamanha exaustão. Seu corpo já não aguentava mais horas incessantes de estudos e trabalho sem uma alimentação ou descansos decentes por tantos meses. Então, sem conseguir fazer a coisa mais simples naquele momento, Holly acabou encontrando-se em uma encruzilhada. Ela precisava de ajuda naquele momento. Ela queria ajuda. Ela tinha que ter alguém ao seu lado.

Não tendo mais o que fazer e quase desesperada, a garota mandou mensagens aos amigos, dizendo apenas que estava doente e que precisava de ajuda. Ambos os três irmãos responderam-na em poucos minutos, afirmando que chegariam em seu dormitório rapidamente.

Mammon foi o primeiro a chegar ao socorro de sua amiga e, como esperado, mostrou-se ofegante e quase histericamente nervoso assim que a viu deitada na cama com uma aparência que o chocou. Ele nunca havia a visto doente. Holly não ficava doente.

“Você tem sorte de eu estar livre no momento em que chamou, Holly!” Ele demorou algumas dezenas de segundos para recuperar a compostura, avisando que seus irmãos demorarão algum tempo até chegarem. Nesse período esperando os dois irmãos, o rapaz de cabelos prateados tentava deixar a amiga o mais confortável possível, evitando ao máximo deixá-la mais tonta do que já estava. “Eu te avisei para não se esforçar tanto… Você sabia que poderia acabar assim…”

Levou pouco mais de uma hora para Satan e Beelzebub chegarem ao dormitório da garota, Beel trazendo consigo uma pequena quentinha de frango grelhado com cogumelos. “Você não deve ter comido nada o dia inteiro…” Disse o ruivo. Era verdade, Holly costumava perder totalmente o apetite quando doente e dessa vez não foi diferente. “Então, te trouxe uma comida leve.”

O trio de irmãos passou os próximos 40 minutos debatendo sobre quem deveria cuidar da amiga doente, pois todos queriam ajudá-la a melhorar, mas tinham ocupações durante boa parte do dia durante esse tempo indeterminado que Holly permanecerá com a saúde física e mental num estado não tão adequado. A garota, por sua vez, permanecera extremamente silenciosa, recostada no maravilhoso monte de travesseiros que apenas Mammon sabe fazer - ele diz que um de seus irmãos mais novos sempre o pede para fazer esse encosto, deixando-o tão macio a ponto de parecer uma nuvem. Enfim, nesse tempo de debate, concluiu-se que os irmãos iriam revezar seus cuidados à garota.

Holly sempre guardou coisas demais para si mesma e, naquele momento, tudo parecia demais para ela segurar por mais tempo. Tudo parecia denso demais para a pequena aguentar. Portanto, era justamente por isso que Mammon está ali por ela.

Mesmo com uma reputação duvidosa, esse precioso rapaz mostrou-se extremamente cuidadoso em relação às pessoas que ele ama e isso não é diferente com Holly. O homem de cabelos esbranquiçados era um ótimo ouvinte e até conselheiro, seu irmão mais velho comentou à jovem uma vez, e era o confidente da menina desde que ela se lembrava.

Enquanto Mammon cuidava de Holly, seu maior foco era a mente da amiga. A saúde física é capaz de melhorar em instantes, se compararmos com a mental, e Beel já estava cuidando da primeira. Além disso, Mammon sabia que garota se via mentalmente exausta e, embora não pudesse fazê-la magicamente extrair esse terrível miasma da jovem, podia estimulá-la, incentivando-a lentamente a pôr para fora todo esse mal estar em sua mente.

Esse processo se iniciou de uma forma bastante raquítica, cheia de hesitações e gaguejos vindos tantos de Holly quanto de Mammon - além da garota ter dificuldade em se expressar adequadamente, era duas vezes mais difícil para seu amigo se mostrar abertamente preocupado com ela. Com o tempo, a jovem passou a pouco a pouco pôr seus pensamentos, sentimentos e medos em palavras.

“Viu só? Você me parece mais leve.” Disse ele alegremente.

Isso realmente ajudou a jovem. Além dela se sentir realmente mais tranquila, pôde entender-se melhor, organizando seus pensamentos mais profundos. Holly não precisou proferir nenhuma palavra, apenas sorriu em agradecimento, o que fez seu amigo ficar sem jeito, mostrando sua atitude defensiva, comum em situações como essa.

“N-Não me olhe assim…” O rapaz de cabelos prateados cobriu a boca, desviando o olhar. “Eu só estou te ajudando por não querer me ocupar com você estando doente por mais tempo, você sabe.”

O loiro consegue ser um meio termo em relação aos cuidados dos outros dois irmãos, apenas um pouco mais rígido, embora minimamente. Além disso, ele ajuda Holly a organizar a sua vida em relação aos assuntos que não pôde ver em seu curso e lazer na situação onde se encontra, fazendo-a se abrir decentemente ao último. "Para não enlouquecer”, é o que ele diz.

Satan é um rapaz curioso, sempre aprendendo de tudo um pouco, não sendo diferente sobre alguns assuntos do curso de Holly. Assim, sempre estudando e revisando o conteúdo dado com sua amiga, explicando alguns tópicos a ela, se necessário, enquanto ambos desfrutavam das suculentas fatias da melancia traga por Beel há algumas horas atrás.

As sessões de estudo nunca foram tão rígidas e densas como Holly fazia, sempre havendo intervalos onde a dupla conversava sobre livros ou séries que viram. Eles também mantiveram aqueles momentos onde liam livros juntos - ambos em seu próprio mundo, mas ainda desfrutando da presença um do outro -, e viam séries e documentários sobre casos criminais - criando teorias mirabolantes sobre o assassino e suas motivações.

A mudança de humor de Holly era quase palpável, o que era gratificante, ela parecia mais tranquila e relaxada em relação aos seus estudos. Claro, Satan estava extremamente satisfeito com os resultados.

“Viu só? Não dói ter um pouco de tempo para si mesma, pequena.”

É de conhecimento comum que esse rapaz, embora possa comer como se não houvesse amanhã, sabe cuidar de seu físico, sempre mantendo uma dieta balanceada e rotinas de treino. E ver Holly tão doente, num estado tão raquítico onde a garota não consegue se manter em pé, faz o coração do ruivo se quebrar. Ela merecia estar bem, sadia como sempre parecia estar.

Sempre que Beel ia cuidar de sua amiga, ele levava frutas e refeições leves bem frescas para a garota. Mesmo que ela não conseguisse comer uma refeição, ela deveria comer ao menos uma banana para não ficar de estômago vazio. Também ajudou-a a abrir seu apetite, não importando quanto tempo demorasse, estabelecendo horários - junto de alarmes - para que a garota não se esquecesse de comer nos momentos em que o rapaz alto não estivesse com ela.

Beel ficou bastante feliz em ver a melhora gradual de sua amiga, incentivando-a a manter os hábitos criados e fazendo breves caminhadas por uma das praças da faculdade assim que o corpo de Holly aguentasse andar por um período de tempo adequado.

“É muito bom te ver melhorando, Hol. Quero ver aquele seu brilho de novo, então, por favor, continue assim.”

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Happy Holidays @obaby-obeyme ❄️✨

I hope you've had a great time over the holidays and a relaxing weekend so far! Maybe the boys can make it even a bit better!

I had a lot of fun drawing the boys and your OC for you as your @omsecretsanta gift this year! Hope you enjoy! ❄️✨

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Christmas gifts

- a gift for @whumpzone at @saintwhumpolas Whumpy Secret Santa Event 2021. All characters belong to Cerys and you can find her story here.

Linden was standing at the window, his hands clasped behind his back. The snowflakes were dancing under the streetlights and covering the parked cars, the benches and all the naked trees with a soft, silent layer of shining snow.

He had helped Colton brush his teeth. Well, it was more accurate to say that he had brushed Colton’s teeth for him. Since Col had such a hard time even grasping the toothbrush, Linden had decided that he had to make sure it was properly done at least a couple of times per week.

Like every previous time, the pet had sat on the toilet seat and obediently opened his mouth for the toothbrush. He never resisted, but despite Linden trying to be as gentle and careful as humanly possible, Colton never stopped shivering either. Linden sometimes wondered if he even understood the purpose of the exercise, or if he somehow just thought that Linden enjoyed his discomfort. After the ordeal was over, Linden had asked him to change into his pyjamas and then come downstairs.

The pet stopped in front of the mirror and tried unsuccessfully to push down his unruly hair. He was wearing his new pyjama. The red flannel felt soft and warm against his skin. The top was a bit on the large side for him, but his Master had made sure that he would be able to simply pull it over his head. “Then you won’t have to fiddle with all these buttons,” Master had said. Colton was grateful. Still, the sight of the neat row of buttons made him uneasy.

Did Master want to undress his pet like a gift? Slowly revealing inch by inch of skin and devising new ways to hurt him for each newly opened button?

Col shivered at the thought, but forced himself to keep moving down the stairs. His Master had ordered him to come. No matter what he wanted him for, the pet only had to obey. Padding barefoot down the stairs, he hurried to kneel at Linden’s side. His Master smiled down at him, that genuinely warm smile that always awoke a little answering tendril of joy in Colton’s stupid heart. In the gullible part of him that wanted to believe that Master was as kind as he seemed.

“There you are, Col.” His Master sounded pleased. “Look, it is snowing so much! Isn’t it quite beautiful?” The pet nodded shyly. “Y-yes, Sir.” It was beautiful, even Colton could see that. But if his Master had said that the white snowflakes were apple blossom petals, Col would likewise have agreed. Whatever your Master wanted to hear…

“I have something for you.” Col’s heart skipped a beat, but before he had time to fully panic, his Master handed him a light, gift-wrapped present. “I wanted to give it to you while it was just the two of us here.”

Was he supposed to tear at the package? To destroy that beautiful, glossy, red wrapping paper with ugly tears that would cross the surface like scars? He would have liked to open it carefully, but with his broken hands, it would be impossible. Not knowing what to do, Col looked helplessly up at his Master. Linden smiled, a small, kind twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“Would you mind if I helped you?” He asked.

“Please...”

Please, help this incompetent excuse for a slave. Take mercy on me, for even this simple task is beyond me. But there was no mocking in his Master’s dark eyes when he reached out and pulled on one side of the string tied up in a bow. The whole knot unraveled easily. With shaking, clumsy hands, the pet unfolded the red wrapping paper.

Inside were a pair of mittens.

They were knitted in dark grey yarn with an intricate, white pattern. When Colton reached out a shivering hand to touch them, they were made of the softest, warmest wool imaginable.

“It’s alpaca.” Linden explained. “The inside is all rugged up and fuzzy, so they should be warm and comfy. Go on, try them on!”

When Col did, they felt so warm and gentle and safe that he almost cried.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you! B-but, Sir, I have nothing for you.” Linden smiled.

“That’s no problem. Just you liking them is definitely reward enough.”

Col looked up at Linden, clasping his mittened hands together. “I-I like them so much. Truly, I do. Thank you, Sir.”

The next morning, Colton awoke early. He had slept uneasily. Half-nervously, half excitedly pondering his plan. Now, it was time to make it happen.

As quietly as possible, the pet snuck out into the kitchen. On the very doorstep, he was almost tripped up by a very excited Jaffa. The grey cat was weaving herself affectionately around his legs, making little inquisitive sounds in surprise over the early company.

“Shh, Jaffa” Col whispered. “Please, be quiet!” He hurried to give her a little food. With profound relief, he saw that it was enough for her to busy herself with crunchily chewing the kibble.

The pet couldn’t fully shake the feeling of being bad. Since that time when he scalded himself, his master had been clear in that he was not allowed to work in the kitchen alone. But surely, since it was for a gift, his Master would allow it this time?

Colton continued his preparations as quietly and quickly as possible. In another house, this would just have been a normal thing for a slave to do. But his master had never asked him for it, not once.

He almost spoiled the surprise by noisily dropping things while moving about the kitchen. But when his Master’s clock rang, Colton was ready with his preparations and had managed to avoid any accidents.

After Linden shut off his alarm clock, he heard a timid knock on the door and cautious steps departing. When he rolled out of bed and opened the door, the corridor was empty. To one side of the door stood a tall glass of chai, covered with a saucer filled with biscuits from the tin in the pantry. He took a cautious sip of the hot brew. It was properly whisked with milk, strong and sweet, just like Linden liked it.

Merry Christmas, Cerys! 🎄❤️🎄

And thank you to @saintwhumpolas for organising the event! ❤️

#a gift from saint whumpolas #christmas whump #pet whump #pet whumpee #maracujawrites #original writing

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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hope i'm not too late! Leo x reader (Christmas/Holiday themed) where Leo and reader kinda goof around camp for Christmas and reader made Leo give gifts that they made tgt in Cabin Nine to children at Camp (Leo is forced to disguised as an elf but he does it anyway bc he loves reader) and maybe a double date with Solangelo. (platonic Nico and Will x reader if possible). if both ideas are used, it would be great but using one of these two ideas would be enough for me :) thank you!!

Christmas 2021 Masterlist A/N: Alright more Leo fluff LET’S GO —Danny

Dec. 8th: Santa’s helping hand —(Platonic!Leo Valdez xGN!Reader)

Warnings: None

Words: 726

“Why are we giving presents two weeks before Christmas?” You ask your friend as he piles more and more boxes on your poor arms.

“’Cause I made them three days ago and I’m too impatient to wait,” He said happily. “C’mon, Y/N, it’ll be fun— you’ll be Santa’s little helping hand for a day.”

“You’re supposed to be Santa in this scenario?” You replied. “Cause you’re way too small for the part.”

“Shut up,” Leo retorted without losing his good mood. “Here, put this on and let’s go!”

The boy placed a red pointy hat on your head, the fluffy white tassle bouncing back and fort with each step you took. Leo took half of the presents your were carrying and pulled out a red sack from his magical belt, throwing the boxes in with little care.

“Careful there, or your presents will be all broken by the time you deliver them...”

“Nah, they can’t break,” He smiled. “But even if they do I can fix them in a jiffy, don’t worry.”

“What are they, if I can ask?”

“I made some toys for the younger kids— some tools for the older kids, or y’know, things that I think will come in handy. Then I got lazy and I started to simply pack a bunch of random snacks in boxes.”

“Bet the Ares and Mr D’s cabin will love those...”

As you kept walking Leo finished placing all the presents inside the huge bag, he got to the dinning pavilion, where everyone was currently having lunch, and pulled out a rubber chicken from his belt, which he then pressed. The squealing sound caught everyone’s attention, and he grinned at the crowd.

“Good day to you all,” He spoke in a strange accent. “Christmas has arrived early this year.”

He grabbed a second pointy hat from Gods know where and put in on top of his own head. Then he handed you a piece of paper: A list, and a small speech so you could play along.

“Cabin nine,” You said to the audience, reading with a bit of difficulty his thin, messy handwriting. “Please stand up!”

The campers -to your surprised- obeyed. Leo’s siblings had a mixture of curiosity and excitement in their faces, especially the younger ones.

“Santa thinks you guys are really cool and amazing and— hey I’m not reading this, it’s Hephaestus propaganda!” You joked, folding the list and looking back at the crowd. “Leo’s brought presents for you, guys. Come get them.”

The group of children surrounded you and Leo in an instant, he demanded his siblings to get in a line and handed them presents with impressive speed, you held the bag and stopped the campers from snopping around. Once cabin nine was done, Leo started to call the rest of the cabins one by one.

The kids seemed genuinely pleased with their presents, and even Chiron, Mr D and the satyrs got their own boxes of snacks.

“Well, looks like your idea was a huge success,” You nudge Leo’s arm. “I bought a few presents myself, but those are for the real Christmas morning.”

“Sweet! Can I help?”

“Noup.”

“Aw, c’mon!”

“Your present is in that pile! I would ruin the sweet surprise if I show you what you’re getting weeks before I even give it to you! Besides,” You grin. “I already asked Percy and Grover to help me out.”

“What! Why are they allowed to help but not me?”

“Cause Grover is great at keeping things secret and Percy’s brain runs too fast to hold any information concerning other people’s business.”

Leo scrunched up his nose, averting his gaze from yours.

“Yeah, that checks out,” He sighed.

“Don’t get pouty, Valdez, I’m sure we’ll find some other stuff to do together this month— even if we don’t we’ll have Christmas’ Eve and the morning after to hang out!”

Leo’s smiled came back with your reminder, he folded the bag under his arm. “True, true— this is for you, by the way!”

He handed you a small box full of your favorite snacks, there was a small bow on top.

“Aww, thank you!” You beamed. “I don’t have anything for you, though...”

“A hug would be nice?”

“Deal.”

You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tight, Leo chuckled at your actions and squeezed back with equal effort.

Taglist.

@beneaththeiceandsnow @diaphragmjellyfish @lovinghufflepuffgirl

#Danny's writing #Leo Valdez #leo valdez x reader #Merry Christmas #the christmas special #christmasverse #pjo imagine #hoo

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mammon's jewel / g / fluff / 1.1k

for @hoesoflamentation as part of the obey me secret santa 2021 exchange!

ao3 link <3

#ObeyMeSecretSanta2021 #obm #obey me fanfic #paige.pdf

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Fireworks [Max Phillips x Reader]

Summary: When your boss, Max Phillips, asks you to work late on New Year's Eve, you're infuriated. However, you don't realise what his true intentions are.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mutual pining, colleagues-to-lovers, mention of drink, mention of family, cursing.

Author's note: This is my second time writing for Max Phillips and I have to admit, it was slightly out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy it none the less!

Masterlist

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For @66wookies

Kiki, it was such a pleasure to write this. After this intense year and the anticipating lead up to 2021, I thought now was a perfect time to share this fic with you. I truly hope you enjoy this fic and had a wonderful festive season. With love,

Your Secret Santa (Rach) Xx.

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You hated him. Okay, maybe that was a slight over statement, but you weren't exactly pleased with your boss. It was New Year's Eve and you had plans to spend time with your family like you did every year. You'd go to the beach and watch the firework display before heading back home and getting cozy on the sofa, nursing a mug of your favourite hot beverage and watching the countdown on live television. It was simple, but it was your tradition, and it was important to you.

You had to drop by the office during the break between Christmas and New Year's to drop off a sales project you'd been working on for the past month. Proud of the results, you slipped it on your boss' desk and turned around to leave when a large hand dropped down to the small of your back, stopping you in your footsteps. Your whole body stiffened up and you swallowed the lump that had appeared in your throat. You knew it was your boss, because there was just something so distinct about the aura Max Phillips gave off.

He called your name and you took a deep breath, turning around to face him. His hand slipped from you and he smiled politely.

"I need you to stop by on New Year's Eve… work late." Max said matter-of-factly like you couldn't even question it. You stood there completely dumbfounded, your eyes turning comically wide in disbelief when you saw him spin around and walk into his office. You hurried after him.

"I can't do that," you replied with a small, incredulous scoff, like his suggestion was ridiculous. "I booked in to take a holiday for New Year's Eve months ago. I have plans."

"Plans change," Max sighed, sliding into his chair and casually slipping his feet up on his office desk, crossing over his ankles and folding his arms against his chest. "You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took this job. You knew that you must make your position here a priority."

He was right. You hated that he was right.

"But I have plans!" you repeated in protest, perhaps a little too loudly. Max looked up from the paperwork you handed in and stared at you with a quirked eyebrow. Something about the look on his face made you infuriated. It was like he failed to understand how much this has upset you. "Can't you ask Evan? Or Amanda? Or hell, even Tim?"

"Now, no need to get upset," Max hummed, his tone as condescending as ever. "If I wanted Evan or Amanda or Tim I would've asked them. But I want you."

You were angry. So angry you felt your cheeks burn up with rage. But there was something so personal about Max specifically selecting you. You didn't understand it— truth be told, you were just as qualified as everyone else in the office. You always felt like you didn't particularly stand out from a crowd, but clearly, in this circumstance, you had stood out to Max. In fact, you had stood out the moment Max hired you.

He shouldn't have done it, but it wasn't his fault. When you walked into his office for the first time, bright eyed and prepared for your interview, he found you completely and utterly alluring. You were smiley, perky, and gave all the right answers. Even if you had given the wrong answers, the chances were that Max would've still hired you. He figured he could get used to your irresistible good looks by seeing you every day, but he hadn't really. It had been months and he hadn't gotten over you.

Max was no monster. In the moment, you were filled with blinded rage and you were certain he must've had a heart made of stone— but actually, that wasn't true at all. In fact, you couldn't have been more wrong. After you had stormed out of his office, Max was left alone. He swung his feet off the table, immediately ridding himself of that cocky persona he always displayed, and began to nervously pick at his fingernails. He did feel bad. He did feel selfish. But if he didn’t do this now, he felt like I would simply explode. And that would be messy.

He’d admired you from day one. He loved your charm, and the way you’d waltz into the office every morning and brighten up the room. No one else noticed, but Max certainly did. He tried dumb little ways to win your affection, like bringing you a coffee on his lunch break or the bouquet of red roses on your birthday, but you never took the hint.

Maybe you hadn’t taken the hint that he liked you because you were too busy yearning over him yourself! You were smitten with Max. Who wouldn’t be? On the exterior, he was cool and collected, smug and suave. He wore these perfectly pressed designer suits and had the most beautiful chocolate brown hair. You swore you always caught his eyes sparkling, even under the dull, artificial office lighting. He was your dream man, but he also happened to be a man you never would’ve imagined ending up with. He had such a big and boisterous personality, and his job was literally his lifestyle. He was so career oriented whereas you were more focused on spending time with your family. Maybe that’s why this hurt you so much.

You laid on your bed, staring at your wall clock as it ticked by with every second. You had to be at the office in half an hour. If it was up to you, you would’ve been at the firework display doting one of your sleek, little black dresses. You huffed out your cheeks, mourning the New Years Eve you could’ve had. But that was when the realization hit you. You looked down at your comfy slacks and sweater and decided that you weren’t going to let Max Phillips ruin your evening. You could still have a good time, even if your plans had changed. You got up, walked over to your closet and picked out the outfit you had planned on wearing tonight.

You slipped into the dress, fastened your heels and grabbed your favourite jacket, pulling it over your body for warmth. Knowing the roads would be busy, you didn’t want the stress of driving, so you called a cab. As you waited outside for your taxi, your feet became submerged in the thick, fluffy white snow and your breathing became jittery from the cold. You almost regretted wearing the short dress but knew once you entered the office, the heat would engulf you and it would be so worth it.

You were right, too. When you had finally arrived at work, you noted that Max had left the heating on for you. You supposed that had been thoughtful of him, all things considered. The front door got stuck, as it always did. You groaned, trying to get it to budge open and took a mental note. You'd have to text Frank in the morning and remind him to get the stupid lock fixed before something bad happens. The lobby was dark but you did notice the small amber light illuminating Max’s private office at the end of the room. You walked down the deserted office space, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you approached the very end. You knocked on his door, which already stood slightly ajar and waited for Max to call you in. After a brief silence, you finally heard Max’s voice.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, but as always, you didn’t even notice. You always failed to recognise the signs that Max was indeed completely enamoured with you. His lips parted slightly in awe and his eyes widened as you slipped out of your jacket and hung it on the coat peg. Max drunk in your appearance like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; he even felt something begin to stir in his lower abdomen. It was a sensational feeling. He couldn’t tear his gaze from you as he admired the way your dress hugged your body and accentuated you in all the right places. You were even wearing that beautiful shade of red lipstick, the same one you had worn at the annual Christmas party. The same one that Max had specifically mentioned he adored so much. That colour suited you so well, it drove him crazy.

"You… you look exquisite," he gulped nervously, feeling himself begin to fluster up. "I didn't realise we were making it formal."

"You always wear your suits," you pointed out. "I figured I could dress up too. I bought this dress specifically for my plans tonight and well, I didn't want it to go to waste,"

Max didn't reply, he was still too busy raking in your appearance. The prolonged silence irritated you slightly and you released a sigh that you didn't even realise you were holding back. "Max, if you don't mind me asking, why am I here?" you quizzed.

"Oh, right," Max replied, an air of apology in his voice. He pointed at the chair that was located on the other side of his desk. "Sit."

You obeyed his instruction, gently sliding into the plush leather seat and crossing your legs. You literally took his breath away. He was going to do it, he was finally going to admit his feelings to you, but he couldn't help but notice the scowl that played across your lips. You looked genuinely pissed off with him. So much so that he figured maybe now wasn't the best time after all.

"What is it?" you raised your eyebrows, waiting for the acting sales manager to say something— anything.

"I-" Max started but he really couldn't bring myself to continue. He just couldn't do it. It would be humiliating for him, and there was no way you'd even feel the same way. His whole idea was a joke and he couldn't have been any less thrilled. "Doesn't matter. Sorry for calling you here tonight. Go be with your family." He told you, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor sadly.

You knotted your eyebrows together. "I'm sorry? What?" you gritted out. You weren't as much angry as you were confused.

"Yeah," Max muttered, pointing aimlessly at the door. You blinked profusely. "Sorry." he mumbled again. This was really embarrassing for him. Max Phillips didn't let this kind of shit happen. Max Phillips wasn't the kind of guy to fall in love with his employees— but you had him wrapped around your little finger and didn't even know about it.

"Don't you have family to be with?" you asked your boss hesitantly. Come to think of it, you had never heard Max talk about his family. All you knew about his personal life was that he was excluded from university and ended up finishing his Business Management degree in some quaint and rather illegitimate sounding Romanian college. Max shook his head 'no' and you opted not to prod him any further about it. "Well, I appreciate you letting me leave. But it's no fun staying cooped up in here all night. You're more than welcome to join me and my relatives at the firework display."

Were you mildly annoyed that Max had brought you to his office on New Year's Eve for no evident reason? Yes. But were you also ecstatic that he was allowing you to leave and see your family? Absolutely. You weren't going to deny him, and you were afraid that if you questioned him any further he might change his mind.

Max's eyes lit up at your suggestion. "Wait, really?" He asked, already grabbing his coat and pulling it over his shoulders. "I can drive." His enthusiasm reminded you of the very reason you had fallen for him in the first place.

You giggled. "Of course! Mind, my family can be quite...intense." you warned. Max shut the light and the both of you walked down the empty office to the front door where you tried to open it. But, it wouldn't budge. It was stuck. Your movements became erratic as you tried to yank it open, your fingers clenched tightly around the handle. "Um, it won't open." you said hesitantly, beginning to panic and use all your upper body strength to try and push the lock back. You had remembered the door had been on its last legs for quite some time now… but of course it would only be your luck for it to finally give way on New Year's Eve.

"Let me try." You stepped back and watched as Max jiggled the lock a little. He looked up and down at the door, trying to gauge its sturdiness before slamming his full body into the wooden frame and breaking it down. You screamed, your eyes going comically wide as the door shattered into a million splintered pieces. Max brushed his fitted suit down like nothing had even happened.

"What the-" you gasped, your voice turning incredulously high pitched. "How did you do that?"

"Uh, just a simple shift of weight," Max said, analysing the damage done.

"Gosh, it's like you have super strength or something." you started pointedly at the mess on the floor, your gaze flicking between the rubble and your boss who was just waiting for you to follow him outside.

"...or something," he muttered when you eventually stepped over the mess and walked with him to the parking lot. Max Phillips was not your ordinary guy by any means. He'd love for you to one day learn the truth about him, but for now he'd have to tackle one step at a time and all he could think about was the possibility of finally admitting his feelings to you.

You slid into the passenger's seat of Max's car and he followed behind you. As he turned on the exhaust, you pulled down the interior mirror and padded out the little snowflakes which had fluttered into your hair. As you fixed your appearance, you noticed Max was staring at you from the corner of his eye, trying to be discreet. He waited until you had finished before he started to drive.

The drive was filled with a comfortable silence, the car radio quietly humming in the background as you glanced outside, unable to contain your smile. There was just something so beautiful about this time of year. You loved seeing the way the ground was lapped with snow and the trees which stood tall and bare. It was magical.

Max finally pulled up as close to the firework display as he could get— although it was still around a ten minute walk away. You both slid out of the car, immediately shivering as the cold winter air once again hit you. "Definitely wasn't planning on doing this tonight," Max admitted with a light chuckle.

"You know? Me neither," You laughed back. "Otherwise I would've brought my gloves."

Truthfully, Max didn't feel the cold. There was something about him… it was like he was always cold and so the winter air didn't bother him as much as it would bother anyone else. Max slipped his hand into yours, his fingers curling around yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. You felt your heart rate increase speed under his touch and you looked up at him with confused, glazed eyes.

"Transferring just a little body heat," he explained, but cursed himself as soon as the words left his lips. Who speaks like that? Could he not have just admitted that he's been wanting to hold your hand for what feels like forever? You nodded unknowingly and shot him an adorable grin.

You both walked through the thick snow, hand in hand, and Max paid extra care to make sure you wouldn't slip over on the black ice. Those heels you were wearing looked like a nightmare to walk in. He had your back, and for the first time in forever, you genuinely felt protected.

You spotted your family immediately once you arrived at the display, smiling and shouting them over. Max nervously followed behind you, his hands in his coat pockets. "Hey, I thought you couldn't make it." your mom grinned, pulling you into a comforting hug.

"Well we figured something out," you laughed. "This is my boss by the way, Max Phillips."

Your family and Max exchanged pleasantries as you waited for the display to start. "I'm going to get some hot cocoa from the vendor over there," Max announced. "Does anyone want anything?"

Your family said no but you asked him politely for a cup of your favourite hot beverage. "So," your mother cooed. "What's the deal with you two?"

"What do you mean?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow, but you knew what her tone suggested.

"Are you kidding? I see the way he looks at you!" Your mom explained and you felt a flush of heat swamp across your cheeks.

"I really don't think he feels that way about me," you scoffed and your mother emitted a small hum. "We're just friends and uh… colleagues."

Max came back and handed you your hot drink. You hummed in delight as you nursed the cup, the heat warming your hands and the smell enticing you.

The firework display began, bolts of pretty colours shooting up into the air and exploding into magic. You leaned your head into the crook of Max's shoulder as you both watched the night sky explode into colour. It was awe-inspiring.

Your mother tapped you on the shoulder, interrupting your moment. "The kids are cold," she explained. "I think we're going to head home early and watch the countdown to midnight on the television. You and Max are more than welcome to join us."

You turned to Max, wanting to know what he thought. He dropped a hand to your wrist. "Uh actually, could we have a moment of privacy?" he raised an eyebrow and you hesitantly nodded your head. Your mother smiled understandingly and waved you both goodbye.

"So," you hummed, gently rocking backwards and forwards, a slight awkwardness in your body language.

"I've never actually seen fireworks in real life before." Max admitted.

"Really?" you felt your eyes widen in surprise and Max nodded. "You know Max, I've always thought you were like an enigma. Mystery man. There's so much I don't know about you, but then sometimes, you come out with the most random things."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Max asked.

You thought for a second. "I want to know why you invited me to your office on New Year's Eve, only to let me go home after all. I don't understand. I finished the sales project, done all the work you asked of me…"

Max sighed, cutting you off. "I know," he said. "It wasn't for a work thing…"

You furrowed your eyebrows together in bewilderment, waiting for him to continue. "Countdown to midnight in one minute!" the announcer yelled and everyone around you screamed.

"The truth is, I had to tell you something. Something I've been keeping to myself for a long time," Max began to explain. He felt himself getting nervous but he knew he had to do his best to shake off the anxiety. Now was a good of a time as any. "I like you," he admitted. "A lot. And I've liked you for a long time. And I'm not sure if you feel the same way but these feelings have been eating me up for what feels like an eternity… I never thought a man like me could fall in love but I'm pretty sure… I'm pretty sure I could be falling right now."

You were in complete disbelief. Your boss was admitting he had feelings for you this whole time?

"I invited you to my office because I wanted to tell you, but when I saw how upset you were with me… it put me off," Max sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. If it does, just let me know and we can forget all about it."

He was rambling on, he hadn't even noticed the countdown beginning.

10, 9, 8…

"But I don't want to forget. I want to go into this new year with you knowing exactly how I feel. I'd love to go into the new year with you by my side because shit… I've imagined it for so long,"

7, 6, 5…

"I'm not a perfect guy, in fact, there's a lot you need to know about me. But if you just give me one chance… I promise I won't mess it up,"

4, 3, 2…

"Please."

The crowds erupted into chaos as the final batch of fireworks exploded into the night sky. "Happy new year!" People cheered and screamed excitedly. You pressed your lips against Max's, unable to contain your smile. Your action took him by surprise. After a slight stumble backwards, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his palms on the small of your back.

"Happy new year," you mumbled against his lips.

"Happy new year," he replied, affectionately nudging the curve of his nose against yours.

"I love you too." And with your confession, Max pulled you into another, deeper and more passionate kiss. You knew in that moment you'd be in for a great year ahead.

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