— INTERACTION CALL — ~ Like for a gifstarter. ~ RT for a written starter. ~ Both for a DM to plot.

//me, at 37 footnotes and counting: are you happy, peer reviewer who said I didn't have enough footnotes? is thiS WHAT YOU WANTED

//shout out to my mom who lied and told me everyone was coming over 3 hours earlier than they actually were so I didn't get to spend more time with my dad

//my dog gets anxiety around people and will not move from her preferred human when company is over

He's going to cry. He's actually going to fuckin lose it.

HE DID NOT FUCK UP. Asta's picking him up in a big hug, sniffling. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you-"

Probably not. But since when had either of them cared about shit like that, huh? "It's perfect. It's- I can't even begin to express how amazing it is."

"I'll not let anything happen to it, I swear." He'd die first.

Oh, he's sniffling again. "Merry Christmas, Sam." He's barely able to get the words out, he's just an emotional wreck.

"Oh, I-" He couldn't say he didn't feel welcome there, especially after staying with him earlier that month. Hell, the twins would kick his ass if he said no, he bets. "If you're sure that's alright, I would love to."

"Well, I guess I can't keep her highness waiting, can I?" Besides, Sam had a point. He hated being around Hell when all this drinking and partying was going on- it just didn't work well with him.

"I can't wait! If there's anything I can do to help get things ready, don't hesitate to ask, yes?"

"Well, that's fair enough, I suppose. Still, I could help make breakfast, or... Oh, I don't know! Something, at least!"

"Well, I'll definitely come hang out. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You won't! I'll be there, I promise."

Christmas at Sam's is chaotic and he loves it.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 「 oc. the son of lilith. a disobedient prince of hell. troublemaker. mature themes/gore content. 」