Can I request Lucilius from GBF for Under the Mistletoe? Like he and Reader are crushing on each other hard but both of them are hard pressed to admit it to each other until them walking underneath the dreaded holiday plant has the people around them forcing them to just kiss already?
I’m gonna combine this with @streakofemerald ‘s request “For the Christmas prompt event, may I request Don't be a Scrooge for Lucilius (with him being the scrooge, OFC), please?” Since it’d be a lot cuter together. This is kind of the same timeline from that Pocky Day ask, so yes, Reader is a primarch for Lucilius.
Lucilius had a headache. A pounding headache, and he gripped his hair in agony as he stumbled out of his office.
Where the hell was Lucifer? Where the hell was Belial? Where the ever living hell was (Y/n)? Were none of his creations going to help him today?
He angrily opened the door to the living room, where immediately sounds of firecrackers and yelling erupted into his ear.
“SILENCE!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Everyone’s cheerful attitude looked sullen as they made no sound.
“Merry Christmas, Faa!” You cheerfully said, ignoring the fact he just screamed for everyone to shut up. You placed a Santa hat on his head and clapped. “Oh you look just like Santa Clause! Except, you need a beard! And a nice smile!”
“(Y/n)... what the hell is going on...?” He growled under his breath.
“It’s Christmas!” You smiled.
“Christmas?” He rose an eyebrow.
“Mhm! It’s another holiday tradition amongst the skydwellers! It’s all about spending time with family and friends! See? There’s even a big tree to celebrate the exchanging of goods!” You gripped his robe and pointed at the large, shiny tree in the edge of the room.
“And why the hell would I celebrate a stupid holiday from the skydwellers?” He snarled.
“Because! It’s fun! Aren’t we your friends and family?” You asked, blinking at him curiously. He coughed and his cheeks heated up, but he shook his head and removed his arm from your grip.
“That’s not the point. I won’t have any of you fools waste your time messing around over things like a stupid holiday. Get back to work.” He turned around before you yanked him back and gave him your best puppy eyes.
“But Lucilius, we decorated and cooked so much for this! At least let us celebrate this once! If you don’t like we’ll never do it again!” You promised. He relented and rolled his eyes, allowing you to continue this party. You clapped and dragged him to a table filled with snacks. “I know you haven’t eaten all day, Lucilius, you should take the time to get out of your stuffy room and relax!”
“My office is not stuffy.” He argued, before he took a caramel apple. He bit into it and almost let himself show emotion, but he repressed his amazement at the taste.
“Sure, Faa. Sure.” You chuckled. Lucifer hummed as he had praised your decorating skills. Lucilius felt his face harden even more as his creation smiled happily at you as you responded in kind.
Why was he so angry at seeing you talk to Lucifer?
His frustration boiled to a point where he had interrupted your conversation and pulled you to an empty corner in the room.
“Oh, are you alright, Lucilius? Your face is red.” You asked, pointing out his crimson cheeks. He flustered even more at your observation and shook his head.
“Y-yes, I’m fine. Don’t ask silly questions like that.” He waved his hand. You gasped and he looked at you to see you pointing above you two.
“Look! Mistletoe!” You grinned, and he stared at you in confusion.
“What’s so special about mistletoe?” He asked.
“You’re supposed to kiss the person under it!” You beamed. Lucilius yelped at your response and was blushing heavily.
“W-what? Kiss? You? Kiss me?”
“Mhm!” You nodded and leaned in to kiss Lucilius. He froze at the contact and shakily kissed back. He was so lost in the haze of his emotions and the exhilaration of the kiss that he didn’t hear the other primarchs clapping, whistling, and cheering you two on.
The need for air arised and you two separated, Lucilius heavily panting and red as he stared at you in shock. The other’s cheers started to echo in his ears as he frowned.
“Quiet! All of you! Keep talking and I will end this stupid party!” He screamed.
You chuckled and nodded.
“Merry Christmas, Lucilius.”
“M-Merry Christmas... (Y/n)...” he mumbled as he walked away to get a drink.
THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL FOOD
