Mammon - How do they celebrate their S/O’s birthday, and how would they like theirs to be celebrated with them?
“Mammon, this shirt is WAY too low-cut. I can’t go out like this! I have enough trouble with drooling demons without -“
“A man needs to show off his treasure sometimes, y’know? Especially when it’s HIS treasure,” Mammon cuts in, standing behind you while you tug at the top of your shirt. “An’ even more ‘specially when . . .” Here, he pauses dramatically, then drapes a necklace around your neck. Dangling from the chain is none other than a replica Grimm. The length of the chain deposits it right at the start of your cleavage.
For a second, you want to laugh. Not meanly, but it’s just so MAMMON to give you something like this. Then you realize that this isn’t some cheap gift-store replica. The coin has weight to it and, as you hold it to look at it, you see the eyes of the little skull are actually sapphires. The whole things glints like real gold. And you realize Mammon hasn’t given you a trinket, he’s done exactly as you asked - he’s given you something that means a lot to him. And while it might seem shallow or childish to someone else, you know what it cost him emotionally to spend this kind of money on you.
So you meet his eyes in the mirror and smile. “I love it. The little Grimm’s eyes are like yours.”
He wraps his arms around you from behind, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders. The leather of his jacket is soft against your skin, and he buries his face against your neck - part affection, part to hide his blushing. “Are they? Didn’t notice. We goin’ out, or what? There’s some Gold Label Demonus jus’ begging to be a part of your birthday. Now, everyone’s be there, but you’ve gotta spend your time with me, alright? Because - “
“I know. Because you’re my first,” you giggle. “And if I do have to leave for a few to go dance, you can use that time to start thinking about what you want for YOUR birthday. It’s next month, so I need to start prepping, right?
His eyes light up. “Anythin’ I want?”
“Yep.” You sit on his couch, fastening the straps of your shoes. Waiting for the litany of greed to come pouring out, ready to be amused.
“I want.....I want....” his brows furrow in concentration and thought. “I wanna go away for a bit. With you.”
Blinking a little in surprise, you pause in your shoe struggles. “Away? Together?”
“Yeah, well, it’s not like I, y’know, CARE much, but, uh,” he’s shuffling his feet now, not looking at you, “Y’know, my brothers always wanna spend time with you and havin’ you all to myself makes my birthday somethin’ that’s MINE. Somethin’ they can’t have. I mean, I mean, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine - “
“No, that sounds great! I was just surprised. I was expecting an answer more like ‘a pile of Grimm’ or ‘the Hope diamond’ you know?”
A vague shrug. “Lucifer’ll be more like to do that.”
“Well, I’ll still have a pile of coins for you.”
He looks at you skeptically for a minute, then grins. “Those chocolate coins from the human realm that you got me for Christmas? LOVED those.”
Shoes fastened, you stand up and wrap your arms around him. “So. Your birthday. You, me, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, a ton of movies, and a huge pile of chocolate coins. And, before we go, a big party with everyone.” You grin, a little wickedly. “Maybe hosted and paid for by Diavolo, if we can bring it up to him the right way.”
He dips his head down for a quick kiss. “Perfect. But today’s your day, and you’ve got a party to go to.”
“And when we get back, I’m all yours.”
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Lucifer - Do they send loving, cutesy texts to their SO?
You’d never admit it to him, but sometimes texting with Lucifer was better than talking with him.
When you spoke to him, he always remained just a little bit too in control of himself. When he was alone, he allowed himself to feel, allowed himself to be exhausted or drunk. And that’s when he was sweet, when the “love you”s flowed like water.
*MC, I need you to walk Cerberus today.*
*You misspelled ‘no’ - as in, No I’m not taking Cerberus for a walk. Do you want me to die? Because that’s how I die.*
*”MC, cut down in their prime, when their arms were ripped off by a three-headed dog chasing a squirrel.” That’s what RAD will report.*
*And then what will Diavolo say?*
*Not the point, Lucifer.*
*This is your chore for the day. See that Cerberus has his walk. Or else.*
*Be nice to me, if you’re also going to be mean.*
*Say something nice to me. It might be the last time you get to text me.*
*Hasn’t stopped you from texting orders. So I’m sure you can text something nice.*
*MC, are you threatening me? We might need to revisit what happens when you do that.*
*Is everything ok? Did one of my brothers do something?*
*Did Beel eat everything in the kitchen again?*
*Are you walking Cerberus?*
*It’s been half an hour, he doesn’t need THAT long of a walk.*
*MC, I’m not in the mood to fill out paperwork on whatever incident you’re not talking to me about.*
*Wait, are you LEAVING ME ON READ?*
*This is because I wouldn’t say something nice, isn’t it?*
*For a human, you have a wonderful grasp of torture.*
*There, I said something nice.*
*Your ability to bewitch me is unparalleled.*
*Which is quite an accomplishment, given your last test grades in Seductive Speechcraft.*
*Lucifer has been blocked from texting this number for 60 minutes. Extend block?*
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