Alastor does not celebrate Christmas…
But he adores Sinsmas, because it’s delightfully wicked.
His domain transforms into a 1920s nightmare wonderland: red velvet, gold trim, glowing sigils, a vintage phonograph playing jazzy carols warped into demonic harmonies.
He offers you a dance, gloved hand extended, grin wide and carved-to-perfection.
“My dear, consider yourself honored. I don’t invite just anyone to my festivities.”
He prepares an elegant, eerie feast:
rare meats, spiced drinks, and desserts that move ever so slightly.
Your gift?
A beautifully wrapped box. Inside:
A charm enchanted to protect you, but it pulses with his magic, binding you faintly to him.
“Do take good care of that. After all… it’s a piece of me.”
Angel turns Sinsmas into a sparkly, chaotic mess.
Pink garlands. Glitter everywhere. Booze. Naughty ornaments.
He sits you on his lap and covers you in kisses.
“C’mere, sugar~! It’s the one time of year I’m allowed to spoil ya without Valentino bitching about it.”
He gives you fuzzy handcuffs “as a joke” but blushes when you tease him about it.
Later, he wraps himself in Christmas lights and demands a photo shoot.
“You wanna unwrap your present now or later, doll?”
Husk pretends he doesn’t care.
He’s lying.
He decorates the bar with crooked lights and little devil ornaments.
He pours you your favorite drink before you even order it.
“Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
He gives you a small gift, a keychain shaped like a mini playing card.
When you hug him, he turns red, wings twitching.
“…Fine. Maybe I like your company.”
Vox’s Sinsmas is a corporate-level spectacle.
Holograms, neon decorations, a massive digital tree.
He hosts a private show just for you, screens displaying your name in stylized VFX.
He lounges on a throne-like chair, pulls you onto his lap, smirking.
“Congrats, sweetheart. You’re the only person I feel like entertaining tonight.”
Your gift:
A custom device linked only to him, exclusive contact, VIP access, and powerful tech perks.
“Use it when you want me. I always respond to my favorites.”
Sinfully extravagant.
Silk drapes, champagne fountains, sensual lighting.
He smothers you in luxury:
— jewelry
— designer outfits
— perfumed roses
— expensive sweets
He strokes your cheek with manicured fingers(?.
“You look better wrapped in my gifts than any decoration I’ve ever owned.”
Intense, possessive... but kinda soft for you.
Velvette throws the ultimate aesthetic Sinsmas.
Pink-and-black decorations, influencer glow, cameras, glitter cannons.
She films a vlog “Sinsmas with my fave bitch 😘✨.”
She gives you a whole haul of designer items, perfumes, and custom accessories.
“Okay, babe, now pose with me... this one’s for the feed.”
She lets you sit on her lap while editing the video, head on your shoulder.
Charlie LOVES Sinsmas.
She decorates every inch of the hotel with warm lights, candy canes, glittery stars.
She hugs you the second she sees you.
“I’m so glad you’re here!”
She organizes a cozy movie night with cocoa, blankets, and handmade gifts.
Your present:
A hand-painted ornament of you two.
She blushes, smiling brightly.
“It’s our first Sinsmas together… I wanted something special.”
Vaggie sets up a quiet, intimate Sinsmas.
Warm lanterns, a small dinner, peaceful music.
She wraps her arms around your waist from behind.
“Thanks for spending your holiday with me. I don’t say it often… but you mean a lot.”
Your gift:
A switchblade with your name engraved.
Practical. Protective. Her love language.
Blitzo's Sinsmas is a disaster.
A fire hazard.
Half the decorations are stolen.
He gives you a gift in terrible wrapping paper:
A plush horse.
He looks away, scratching his cheek.
“It’s dumb but… You smiled when you saw it last time, sooo... whatever.”
He drags you under the mistletoe every chance he gets.
Stolas decorates everything in purple-gold starlight.
Luxurious, celestial, romantic.
He pulls you close with a gentle smile.
“My darling star, thank you for gracing my Sinsmas.”
He reads you soft incantations by firelight, voice velvet-smooth.
Your gift:
A grimoire page enchanted for your protection, written in his personal hand.
He kisses your forehead, then your lips, lingering.
Very soft, very quiet.
Dark lights, calming music, a blanket fort.
She gives you a plush shaped like a little bird.
“I… thought you might like it.”
You talk for hours about space, dreams, music.
She falls asleep on your shoulder.
Loona pretends she hates holidays.
But she got you a gift.
And hides it behind her and denies everything.
When you unwrap it, a collar/bracelet matching hers, she turns bright red.
“It’s not a big deal! Just shut up and take it.”
She lets you pet her ears later.
She growls but doesn’t move away.
Pink flames, scented candles, sultry music.
A sensual, glamorous Sinsmas.
She pulls you into her lap, tracing a finger down your spine.
“Sweetheart… you’re the only gift I want on this holiday.”
She gives you designer perfume and kisses that leave marks like signatures.
Fizz sets up a playful, circus-themed Sinsmas.
Glitter, juggling ornaments, silly music.
He bounces on you excitedly.
“Lovebug! Open your gift open your gift OPEN IT—!”
It’s something cute and handmade.
He blushes when you hug him.
He curls up around you, surprisingly affectionate.
Elegant. Regal. An overwhelming amount of ducks.
Ducks in bowties. Duck ornaments. Duck-shaped cookies.
“Do not comment on the ducks,” he says, guiding you by the hand.
He spoils you with rare gifts:
A cloak woven with heavenly thread.
A crown of infernal feathers.
He places it on you himself.
“You may stand beside me as my equal. At least for tonight.”
A powerful, passionate Sinsmas.
Crimson lights, roaring fire, roaring everything.
He gives you a weapon, beautiful, deadly, forged specifically for your hand.
“Use it well. And know that it marks you as mine.”
His kisses are heated, intense, hungry. (He might end up eating you, but... I'm sure you knew it.)
A massive party with neon lights, drinks flowing, music pounding.
Bee flies up behind you and hugs you from behind.
“Baaaabe!! You came!! Let’s get WASTED it’s Sinsmas!!!”
She gives you rare honey in a jeweled vial, intoxicating, magical.
Dances with you for hours.
Softest Christmas in all Hell.
Cloud-like beds, warm colors, gentle whispers.
She drags you under blankets and refuses to move.
“Mmm… your warmth is the best present.”
She gives you enchanted sleep balm that guarantees perfect dreams.
Her underwater palace glows with bioluminescent ornaments.
Waves crash softly in the distance.
She gives you jewelry carved from deep-sea gemstones.
Her voice trembles:
“I don't… want to lose you to anyone else. Stay.”
She clings a bit tighter than usual.
A Sinsmas made of gold.
Shiny. Flashy. Extravagant.
He gives you a mountain of presents
coins
gems
clothes
rare artifacts
anything your eyes land on.
“C’mon sugar, you deserve TOP-TIER spoilin’!”
He shows off with flashy stunts just to see you laugh.
A glamorous, sensual Sinsmas soirée.
Champagne fountains, velvet lounges, sultry music.
Ozzie pulls you close with a purr.
“Mmm, darling~ you look like the perfect Sinsmas treat.”
Your present is…
luxurious
intimate
and chosen with perfect knowledge of your tastes.
He lavishes you in affection all night.
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