KAEYA, WRIOTHESLEY, CHILDE, AYATO, THOMA, NEUVILLETTE, SUNDAY, PHAINON, JING YUAN, SAMPO, BOOTHILL, DIAVOLO, MAMMON, ASMODEUS, SOLOMON, YUUJI, GOJO, DANTE, CALEB, RAFAYEL + your favourites !

divider by @enchanthings-a

summary: You’re sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. “Ow,” you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain. “Are you alright?” Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task. “Oh, yeah,” you wave his concern off. “Just got a paper cut.” “A paper cut,” Lucifer repeats with bemusement and skepticism. “You got hurt by a piece of paper,” he says incredulously.

When you lean over his desk, mistletoe dangling mischievously between you, he pauses his work. For a second he just blinks at it, at you, before a slow, knowing sigh slips out. “Is this another human tradition?” There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. After you explain the mistletoe, one brow arches. “If you wanted a kiss, all you needed to do was ask.” Before you can respond, his hand grips your waist and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against him. He takes the mistletoe from your hand and holds it above your heads with a quiet, smug little hum. “Very well… I suppose I have a moment to indulge you.” His first kiss is slow and warm, savoring the feeling of your lips pressed against his. But the second kiss is deeper, hungrier, his free hand sliding into your hair as he tilts your head and presses closer. The mistletoe slips from his fingers and drops somewhere on the floor, forgotten the instant his lips part yours fully. When he finally pulls back, both of you breathless, he murmurs against your ear, “you’ll stay in my room tonight.” A quiet command. “You can show me what other human traditions I should learn.”

He’s wobbling on a little step stool outside your door, clumsily trying to tape mistletoe up. The tape sticks to his fingers more than the wall and he's grumbling under his breath. When you catch him in the act, he jumps so hard the stool shakes, and he falls straight on his ass. "OW OW OW! MC! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You point at the mistletoe, his face goes red instantly, looking away. "O-okay listen! Solomon was runnin’ his mouth about human holidays, alright? And he said when two people..." He motions towards the mistletoe, voice getting smaller. "You know.. stand under this stupid thing… they’re s’posed to kiss..." He hides his burning face in his hands. “But it’s not like I wanna kiss ya or nothin’!” "Mammon—" "OKAY, FINE! I do wanna kiss ya!" He's standing now, both of you under the mistletoe. His hands hover over your arms as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, nervous and desperately hopeful. He keeps biting his lip like he’s trying not to die. You can't help but laugh, cupping his face and pulling his lips down onto yours. The kiss is soft and warm. He freezes, eyes growing wide, before he melts completely, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a shaky groan. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you close. When you part, his eyes are searching yours. He scoops you up bridal style, kicking the door closed, mistletoe now dangling dangerously close to falling as he caries you to your bed, grinning cheekily. "I’mma need more of those kisses. Way more!”

You're both curled up together, playing a cute Christmas themed RPG in his room (stardew valley type vibes). Soft music, sparkling snow, watching as your avatars bounce around the winter wonderland. "OOO I got a new item!" He smiles excitedly, and you both watch as a present pops open with a little Christmas jingle playing. The item was a bundle of Mistletoe, and the description read: Give this item to a player for a festive kiss! You're both blushing now, and there's a long silence between you as the Christmas jingle loops, the virtual mistletoe sparkling back at you. "I-I’ll just delete—" He starts, but you cut him off. "Levi." "O-OK!" His hands are trembling as he selects the option and sends the mistletoe to you. Both of you watch as the tiny pixel mistletoe floats between your avatars… and they do a cute quick peck on the lips. "OMG I JUST KISSED YOU." He drops face first into his pillow, kicking his feet like he’s about to explode. He’s red down to his neck, even a virtual kiss with you is too much for him. When he lifts his head again, you lean in and kiss him the same way the avatars did. Soft. Quick. Sweet. His mouth is hanging open when you pull back, frozen. "OMG, NOW YOU JUST KISSED ME!" He's screaming into his pillow now, but there's a smile on his face.

Snow clings to both of you as you make your way through the forest, cat treats in hand. When he notices your shoulders tremble, he stops, and slips his jacket around you without hesitation. “I told you to bring a warmer jacket,” he murmurs, but his voice is far too soft to be scolding, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair. "I’m certain the cat was just over here…” He threads his fingers through yours as he guides you between snow covered branches, unwilling to leave the stray cat he found yesterday in the cold. There's a faint blush on his cheeks, and he swears it's from the cold. It's not. You’re scanning the ground for tracks when Satan gently lifts your chin with two fingers. “Hold still.” You blink, confused, until he nods upward. Mistletoe hangs above you, swaying lightly in the cool wind. He absolutely noticed it first, and absolutely walked you under it on purpose, but his smug smile never quite reaches his eyes, too gentle for that as he leans down. "May I?" He asks softly, you nod. He captures your lips in a slow, warm kiss, so different from the cold nipping at your skin. His hands cradle your face gently, thumbs sweeping your cold cheeks like he’s trying to warm them himself. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, and you can see your frosted breath mingling in the chilly air. He looks at you so fondly, leaving another soft kiss on your frosty red nose. Meow A tiny orange tabby trudges through the snow toward you, whiskers frosted. Satan’s eyes go wide and a look of genuine delight flashes across his face, he lets out a soft gasp and crouches down immediately. He offers treats, praising the cat like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen, before scooping it carefully into his arms. Once the cat is safely tucked into his arms, he looks up at you, cheeks red and eyes bright with quiet joy. “Let’s get both of you warm,” he says, voice soft but brimming with excitement. He takes your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles, he's smiling like Santa just gave him exactly what he wanted: a cat and you.

Click, click, click. You’re holding Asmo’s phone, spam clicking, as he poses in front of the Christmas tree. You’d voluntee— wait no, you were voluntold to take photos for his Devilgram. You figure that if you just kept clicking, at least one, hopefully even three, would turn out good. “Umm, MC… are you getting my good side?” he pouts, fixing his hair for the tenth time. Click. You shrug. Eventually he plucks the phone out of your hands with a satisfied hum, smiling. “Okay! One last photo. And this one’s going to be special.” Before you can ask what that means, he whirls you around and places you in front of the tree. Then he disappears, rustling through his bag with far too much enthusiasm. When he returns, he's setting up a tripod. You stare at it so hard it's truly a Christmas miracle it doesn't burst into flames. He never actually needed you to take photos like he insisted. His cheeks are dusted a rosy pink as he drops onto the cushion beside you, hiding something behind his back. He reveals a sprig of mistletoe tied with a satin red ribbon and lifts it above your head. The warm hues of the Christmas tree lights glow around both of you, dancing across your skin. Picture perfect. His free hand tilts your chin up gently, leaning closer. "Can I?" He asks softly, his lips already brushing yours in quiet question. You're blushing now, heart thundering in your ears as you nod. His lips meet yours, slow and soft, you hear the faint click, click of the camera capturing everything. His hand glides from your chin, into your hair, pulling you closer. When you finally part, breathless, he looks a little guilty. “I'm sorry for tricking you, darling,” he murmurs, there's a soft smile on his face. “I just wanted more photos of you… of us.” He laughs lightly, but the way he’s looking at you is anything but playful. “Don’t worry, though," he brushes his thumb across your lips. "These are just for me. The world doesn’t deserve memories this precious.” And you can't tell if he's taking about your lips or the photos now. Either way, the way he holds you, like you're the only gift he wanted this year, you know he means it.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter, mistletoe dangling above your head as you patiently wait for your gentle giant to notice. He's busy stuffing his face with cookies you'd baked, murmuring little thank yous between bites. It finally took you clearing your throat and pointing upward for him to notice. He freezes mid-bite, half-eaten cookie in hand. He looks at you, then at the mistletoe, then back at you. "Why is there a plant there?" You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making pink warm his cheeks. When you explain the meaning, he practically melts. The cookies lay forgotten as he steps closer, bracing his hands on the counter and caging you in, staring at the mistletoe like it's some kind of trap. Which, to be fair, it is. A very good trap, you think. "...I've never done this before." He murmurs softly, still staring at mistletoe instead of you. You smile gently, tilting his head down toward you. When his eyes finally meet yours, he relaxes, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours as he leaned in, and the two of you dissolve into nervous laughter as you kiss, breath mingling. When he looks back at you it's more confident now, warm as he finally leans down fully, lips pressed against yours. Gentle, warm, and sweet. You can taste the chocolate chips on his lips as his hands settle on your hips, sliding you closer. Your hands cup his face just as gently. When you finally part, his hands slide from your hips into your hair, playing with the strands. "Hmm... I'm hungry.." He murmurs, his eyes don't leave yours as he pushes the plate of cookies away, leaning down to capture your lips again. Oh, Good luck buddy.

The sound of flames crackle and pop in the fireplace, the smell of warm ash filling the room. He lays in front of the fireplace, blankets and pillows pulled together like some nest, using the flames like a heater as he naps. You kneel beside him, brushing stray hairs from his face. He smiles. "Mc…" he murmurs drowsily, eyes fluttering open and they take a moment to adjust to the warmth of the room. He catches your hand, pressing lazy kisses to your fingers. Then he points above you. Mistletoe, hung just above the fireplace. That absolutely wasn't there when you walked in the room. Before you can even process how he managed it, he's flipping you onto your back, soft pillows and blankets cushioning you. One hand braces beside your head, pressed firmly into the pillow. The other grips your leg, draping it around his waist. Now you were in his trap. "Hmm I wonder how that got there..." He murmurs, so smugly. "Only one thing to do now, right..?" His hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up toward him. He pauses just above your lips, giving you time to push him away. When you don't, when your arms wrap around his neck instead, he smiles before pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is slow and lazy at first, before growing hungrier. His teeth catch your bottom lip, drawing a soft sound from both of you. When he finally pulls back, he doesn't move away. He buries his face in your neck, leaving breathless kisses against your skin. "…You're making it hard to stop," he murmurs against your throat, voice rough, like he wasn't the one who started it. He rolls on his back, pulling you down into the pillows with him. "Stay." He murmurs against your hair, less demanding then usual, and you could hear the soft pleading in his voice. When you settle fully against his chest, unmoving, he relaxes, tracing lazy patterns on your back. The fire crackles softly, filling the room with warmth. His hand continues tracing lazy patterns on your back, and you can feel him smile against your hair. Whatever scheme he'd planned with that mistletoe, with the way he's holding you, it worked perfectly.