Obey Me! Advents Calendar 2020

04.12. Lit fireplace, books, hot chocolate, and cuddles

(SatanxReader)

One would hardly think about the need to get all comfy in front of a lit fireplace while living at the Devildom. At least until learning about the rather chilly nights.

And with me already living down here for a while now, I knew exactly that it was a necessity to seek out warmth when you weren't a demon yourself.

That's why I had tried out most of the rooms at the House of Lamentation to find the one perfect spot for me to enjoy a peaceful evening and so far, none of the rooms had been to my liking.

And by now it started to get on my nerves.

Grumbling under my breath I was heading to the next possible room, a blanket securely tugged under my left arm and a mug of hot chocolate in my right hand, when I almost ran into someone.

Given that I was at home it could only be one of the brothers... Just my luck.

But fortunately revealed a cautious glance that I had 'found' Satan – he wouldn't bother me for long, unlike most of his other brothers.

"Sorry, Satan", I grumbled quietly towards the blonde demon while I manoeuvred myself around his body, "didn't see you there. Don't let me stop you from whatever you were doing."

Well... I should have known better than to think he wouldn't have noticed my rather unsuccessful search for a comfy spot.

After all, the Avatar of Wrath loved books himself, especially detective stuff, and so he was quick to notice what my appearance meant.

"Need any help?" I admit that I was surprised by his question. Usually we left each other alone, except for greeting each other and such kind of things.

"Uhm... Sure? Do you happen to know a place where you can make yourself especially comfortable without being constantly annoyed by certain demons?"

I don't know what kind of reaction I had expected from the blonde fourth-born demon, but clearly not that he would start to chuckle lowly.

Or that he would place his hand on the small of my back to guide me along the hall towards a room fitting my demands like he phrased it.

Surprisingly enough it indeed fitted perfectly. Not too small, not too big, with a lit fireplace and numerous bookshelves adorning the walls and with some comfortable seats placed in front of the fireplace.

Or in short: simply perfect!

I couldn't suppress the short yet happy squeal that left my lips before I rushed towards one of the seats and made myself comfortable on it by wrapping myself into my blanket and sipping happily on my meanwhile lukewarm drink.

All under the watchful eyes of the blonde demon, who smirked at my antics. There was only one last thing missing...

"Satan? Are there any books in here you would recommend?"

My question caught him off-guard as did the sheepish smile I send his way.

Sure, I could search the shelves by myself, but that would take like ages!

"Well, yes, there may be a few, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to read most of them."

An apologetic smile showed itself on his lips, but he moved towards one of the shelves, nonetheless, probably to search for some readable books.

The longer the demon searched the many rows of books, the more obvious it became that my selection was more than miserable. What a pity... But...

"If there aren't any left, would you read one to me, please?"

Again I caught him off-guard with my question. And who could blame him for his surprise, huh? We rarely interacted with each other, so it was rather unexpected that I wished to spend some time with him.

Alone, by the way. "S-Sure? If you don't mind my presence, that is..."

"Wouldn't have asked otherwise, would I?"

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss – at least for the poor demon, who snatched one of the books out of the shelf and shuffled towards my seat, a faint blush adorning his cheeks while he did so.

But I only scooted over for him to sit down right next to me before I plugged myself against his side and blinked expectantly at the book in his hands.

If our close proximity bothered him, he clearly tried not to show it all too obviously. Instead he flipped to the first page and cleared his throat, preparing himself to read out loud what all those foreign letters meant.

Page after page was voiced by the blonde demon, while I listened intently and enjoyed how he pronounced his words and the different emotions hidden in-between all those lines.

Nothing else mattered during him painting the sceneries and characters for us, not even when I snuggled myself closer to his side and even wrapped my arms around his upper body.

We were immersed in our own little world of heroes and enemies, sadness, and happiness, and we were contented with how it was.

Even when we took turns in yawning, we didn't leave our little comfy cave; instead, we agreed on "Only one more chapter..." for far more times than we should.

In the end it let us to the unspoken agreement of repetition, to spend night after night cuddled up under one shared blanket in front of the lit fireplace, with me listening to Satan painting the stories for us with his voice while I provided us with the hot beverages to keep his throat wettened.