#goblin reader

Mornings were never Abraxas' strong suit. Even before he was casted out of the heavens, he could never fully bring himself to jump out of bed, ready to start the day. Not that he had much of a need to be up since the fall, unless he was summoned by a contractor.

No, for the blue haired demon, he found it takes him at least several minutes of lazing around before he could even think of getting up. But, ever since you came into his life, he found a reason to wake up earlier, even just a bit, before his usual time. Just to see your face, tracing each detail, contour, and line.

All before you wake.

How weak you, a goblin, make him, a demon, feel each morning.

Upon this particular morning though, as Abraxas awakes, he finds the warmth of the morning sun upon his face, and yet, even despite the blankets upon him, his arms were cold.

You weren't there. You weren't there you aren't here you weren't ther-

his heart pound wildly, throwing the blanket off as his feet loudly hit the floor. With a stumble he frantically looks around the room for a sigh of where you could be, of what happened to you to not be in his arms when he woke up.

By the Hells. If you were taken or hurt, he would burn down this town just to find you. He would ẗ̶͔́ě̷̥a̴̺̓r̴̫̊ apart whoever did it limb by li-

Deep breaths. He could hear you probably say to him if you were around. After a few moments of calming himself, he reminds himself of the special soul connection between the two of you. If you were hurt, he'd know how badly, even if it's a paper cut. If you were taken by anyone, he'd be able to track you down. If you ran, he'd hunt you and never let you go

Before the blue haired demon had a chance to use said ability, sounds of movement could be heard from the bathroom, before your voice rings out to him from within.

"Morning Abraxas!"

He sighs, realizing you just happen to wake up early and went to the bathroom. Quickly replying, "Morning dearest contractor."

After listen to you shuffle about in the bathroom, followed by your lovely giggle, the demon watches as your face pops out.

"Close your eyes," he hears you say. Not a command, but a request.

Yet, even if it wasn't a command, if you asked him to give you his right hand he'd rip it off for you. Contract or not, for you he'd do anything.

For now though, he just closed his eyes as you requested. The sounds of you leaving the bathroom and walking towards him was clear.

"Now," he could hear the mischief in your voice, something he hears quite often, "open them."

As he looks, he sees you, dressed in your usual daily garb, but there was something diff-

"Ppff," Abraxas covers his mouth, holding back a laugh for the moment as his yellow eyes fondly gaze upon the two little fake red horns sticking off the top of your head, connected to a cheap black plastic headband.

Knowing how your backside rather well, Abraxas could see one of those fake demon tail made of a cheap fabric, attached to a belt strapped around your hips.

"You make for a lovely imp my dearest contractor," Abraxas finally chuckles, a knuckle curled against his soft lips.

Reaching a hand out, he playfully poking the tiny horns, which were made of some foam or maybe even sponge material. Honestly, the demon half-expected for a fleck of glitter to fall down or cling to a clawed nail of his.

It didn't, to his slight disappointment.

"Sooo," Abraxas draws out his words, with a playful smile as he leans down to your level, "what lucky day is it, that I get to see my beloved contractor in such adorable and silly accessories?"

When you laugh softly, his heart soars. How he never tires of the sounds you make. Especially when he kisses you with the way you whim-

"It's Halloween silly."

His brief thought quickly interrupted by you answering his question.

It took Abraxas a moment to register your words. Like mornings, the demon was never much of a holiday person. Though in this case it was more like he never really had much of a chance to enjoy holidays, too busy with something or other. And it wasn't like it was a big holiday in the Gods' realms and Underworld.

Though Abraxas never really celebrated it, he wasn't ignorant to it either, nor the various customs those of the common realm uphold each year. It was neither a hate nor like of the holiday for him, just a day. Though he does now cherish these days traveling with you

"I forgot it was that time already to be honest," Abraxas admits to you, still grinning, though now a bit more embarrassed than amused as he give a small shrug.

Reaching a hand out again, his strong hands gently tugging on the fake tail, nimble fingers tracing the the hard plastic at the end, the shape similar to his own spade tipped tail.

"I bought these from one of the merchants in the last town. Been saving it for today," you reply to him.

Abraxas nods, amused he didn't realize nor notice you having bought this. Though he reminds himself to update those secret spells of his just in case his dear contractor get an idea

Letting go of the tail, his hands carefully moves up to your face. With the back of his hand, he gently caresses your cheek, how you never fail to make him smile.

"Oh, by the way trick or treat!"

As you stick up you hand with a grin, his gentle caress turns into a playful pinch.

"Ow! Hey! You know, I was kind of hoping you were going to give me something sweet?" you sigh with a small laugh, pushing Abraxas' hand away.

He rolls his eyes, cupping your face as he leans down and presses a kiss upon your lips.

"Sweet enough for you?" He asks, the smug smirk wide enough his sharp incisors were clear as day, adoring the reaction you give as you probably didn't mean that type of sweetness.

"Or did you mean you wanted chocolate or something? My kisses not the right type of sugar for you?" He laughs, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip as he sees your flustered expression.

Before you could answer, he places another kiss to your lips, cupping your face as it lasts for a while.

"WeeelI, if you had given me noticed or a command you wanted to do some trick or treating, I'd might have it ready. But, if you reeeally don't consider my kiss sweet enough for a treat, then for now," carefully Abraxas lifts you, carrying you bridal style back to the soft and still slightly warm bed.

"Guess we'll just consider these as tricks then~. Aaand since Halloween is aaalll day, III guess I'll just have to keep up this trick aaall daaay long. Maybe even all night we'll be kissing," he laughs dropping you on the bed, before trapping you between his arms above you, his deep dark blue wings gently folding out to block out the morning sun shining through the curtains.

If Halloween meant seeing you dressed in such silly items, and you going along with his idea of tricks and treats, perhaps Abraxas will start enjoying these holidays a bit more like you've made his mornings enjoyable.