— stardew valley characters reacting to you asking them to be your partner.
req: The bachelor(ettes) heard that the farmer had just brought a bouquet, and they’re a little jealous, thinking it’s for someone else. At the end of the day, the farmer appears holding the flowers to their face and asks them to be their partner 🤭
Sebastian
He hears it from Sam, half-murmured, half joking: “the farmer bought a bouquet today.” and he pretends not to care; keeps staring at the screen, watching the code scroll by without actually doing anything. he swallows hard and stays silent. Sam asks what he thinks about it, but he just shrugs. his heart is racing and he feels a mix of sadness and anger at himself for not having spoken up sooner about what he felt. the ache lingers all afternoon; stupid thoughts cross his mind while he uselessly tries to get back to work.
that night, you look for him everywhere but can’t find him. when you reach the dock, you see him smoking while staring out at the sea. you approach as quietly as possible, the bouquet hidden behind your back. he hears your footsteps and turns around; he meets your eyes and feels a pang in his chest, but when he notices the flowers behind your back, his face twists in confusion. you extend the bouquet toward him and gently ask if he would like to be your partner. he freezes. then laughs, breathless, stunned.
“god, yes… i thought i had lost you before i even had you.”
Sam
he spirals instantly. a bouquet? for who? someone from town? some mysterious ex? he gets confused and anxious. he plays louder than usual, misses a note, sighs deeply, annoyed at himself. he tries new tricks on his skateboard but can’t focus enough and falls two, three times. by sunset, he’s staring down the path to the farm, thinking about going to you and confessing everything at once. but he knows now it’s too late.
when you finally appear, the flowers shyly held in front of your face, he smiles automatically—until you ask him out. for a second, he just blinks. then: the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.
“wait… me? you mean me?”
“yes! who else, silly?” you say, playful. he hugs you so tightly the bouquet almost gets crushed.
Shane
he hears about it at the Saloon and feels a chill in his stomach. he thinks it’s a lie, but in a small town like this, it can’t really be a lie; people see everything and talk about everything. he takes another gulp of his beer and tells himself he doesn’t care. you deserve someone better anyway. but still, he’s quieter than usual, nursing his drink, staring at nothing.
he’s the last to leave the Saloon because he knows that the moment he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, he’ll fall apart. however, when you find him outside, in the cool, soft night air, he freezes, staring at you. you, embarrassed, step closer and offer him the flowers—and your heart.
his voice falters. “…are you sure?”
when you nod, he hugs you tightly, squeezing his eyes shut to hide the tears.
Harvey
he hears it from Vincent when Jodi brings him to the clinic. he thinks it’s just a child’s joke, but when Jodi, in a tone more certain than questioning, asks if he knew about it, he freezes for half a second. “no… i didn’t know,” his voice is low and he forces a gentle smile. a bouquet. bought today. he spends the rest of the day distracted, his heart racing for reasons he refuses to name.
when you show up at the clinic after hours, the flowers trembling slightly in your hands, he assumes he misunderstood—until you ask him. his eyes soften immediately.
“oh,” he whispers, smiling as if the world had just settled back into place. “my dear… i was so afraid i had imagined what we had.”
Elliot
he notices immediately. the empty flower stand at Pierre’s shop. the whispered rumors. he convinces himself this is the natural order of things: beauty chooses beauty. still, the sea feels lonelier that night; his heart races, aching as he stares at the horizon.
when you approach him on the beach, the bouquet raised like an offering, he goes completely still. when you confess nervously, he takes your hand reverently.
“my love,” he says softly, “you’ve written yourself into my life..”
Emily
she hears Gus and Pam talking about it at the Saloon that night. she keeps working, but her smile no longer reaches her face; she feels a strange heaviness, like a thread pulled too tight. there’s a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
when you arrive, the flowers glowing between your fingers, she sighs with joy the moment you ask. she laughs, claps once, and hugs you.
“i knew it!” she says fondly. “but it still feels magical.”
Haley
she hears and pretends she doesn’t care—but she does. much more than she’d like to admit. all day she’s distracted, strangely quiet, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. when you show up at her house, the bouquet partially hiding your nervous smile, she almost scoffs—until you ask, and her expression completely softens.
“oh,” she says, breath caught in her throat. “i thought… never mind.” instead, she cups your face with both hands and smiles brightly before pulling you into a delicate kiss.
Penny
it breaks her heart quietly. she tells herself you deserve to be happy, even if it isn’t with her. she spends the afternoon reading, but can’t focus on a single page. when you approach her by the riverbank, the flowers carefully raised, she looks up, surprised. you take a deep breath before confessing; when you ask her to be your partner, her eyes fill with tears.
“i was so afraid to hope,” she admits, her voice trembling as she stands. she holds the bouquet as if it were something precious and hugs you tightly, happy tears rolling down her cheeks.
Leah
she hears and feels a sense of loss even before it’s confirmed. she tells herself it’s fine, you never really had anything. still, it hurts. when you arrive at her cabin, she opens the door and looks at you in complete shock; you with the bouquet raised like a question, she sighs softly. you look at her with shining eyes and she smiles, slow and genuine.
“i almost let myself believe i’d lost my chance,” she says. then she kisses you, a firm, certain kiss, as if choosing you too.
if you are still into Hazbin, could you write Charlie, Emily, Vaggi, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Husk’s reaction to reader suddenly kissing them? Completely out of nowhere, just a kiss on the lips and then reader vanishes.
hiiiii friend! yes, i'm still into Hazbin, just finished S2 and I'm wildin
i'm writing this based off of the idea that you're already really close with each character - kinda in that will-they-won't-they stage right before you start a relationship. i also skipped nifty because i have no idea how to write her lmao, i'm sorry
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HAZBIN HOTEL REACTS TO SURPRISE KISS
Charlie
(S2 Spoilers below)
It was just after Emily had allegedly appeared before Charlie, explaining that the exterminations were over, heaven was in lockdown - and most importantly of all, Pentious had been redeemed
She bursts into your room screaming
"(Y/N)! (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N) ohmigOSH you won't beLIEVE what just happened!!"
Charlie relays the whole story, bouncing and hyperventilating all the while
It's hard not to match her excitement
The two of you pull eachother into a bone crushing embrace - still babbling about what this means
Somewhere in the excitement - you get carried away, pressing a fleeting kiss to her dark lips
And suddenly everything comes to a screeching stop
"(n/n) did you just?"
But before Charlie can even finish asking - you're gone
She's flustered, she's confused
But she's not mad
Really, her and Vaggi should have another chat about how they feel about you...
Emily
One of Heaven's guardian angels, Emily loved coming to your office to watch over human souls with you!
She visited most days, commentating people's lives like a sport
It was nice, to have someone to share your role with
Someone who seemed to care about your souls as much as you did
At the time, it was just another day - watching over your souls with Emily arriving late in the afternoon with treats and bubbly ramblings
Sugar coated each of your lips as you listened to her talk
The soul you were currently watching over was young - a teenager navigating their own first love
Emily cooed over the cuteness of it all, before something she says captures your entire attention
"Ughhh I wish someone would kiss me like that, all this romance stuff is so cute isn't it?"
And for the next few minutes, that's all you can think of
So when she turns to you again, calling out your name for a question you were too distracted to answer - your body moves on its own
She still tastes like powdered pastries
Immediately, you begin to apologise
But Emily is too busy squealing in pure, unadultarated joy
Vaggi
You two were close, before she had fallen
When Vaggi dissapeared after that one extermination - you assumed that she had somehow died
You were inconsolable for years
But eventually, the grief got easier, lighter
Until you saw her at the hotel you were ordered to attack, surrounded by demons
A complete ghost of the past, missing an eye but still weilding her staff with that same sharp protectiveness
"Vaggi?"
Within seconds, you've dropped your weapon - flying down to her side as she fights away your fellow angels
"Vaggi, Vaggi - it's me!"
It's only after you take off your helmet that Vaggi realises she isn't hearing things
You protect her in the battle, careful not to hurt the other angels while still trying to figure out what truely happened to Vaggi
Lute screams something about treason - but you can't find it in you to care.
But you do care when you feel a spear slice through your wing
Amongst the chaos, Vaggi tucks you into the safety of the hotel
But before she can leave to rejoin the fight, you roughly tug her down until your lips crash
"Don't leave without telling me again,"
But before Vaggi can protest, you're out cold
Your pulse is still steady, much to her relief
Shit, she should tell Charlie about this once things have settled...
Cause it's looking like you're not going back to heaven
Sir Pentious
Most would call it childish, a woman of your age holding onto a crush from centuries past
But you had always believed in love at first sight
Soulmates, if you will
And before your premature death - there was only one man who ever held you heart
A quiet, quirky man - who lived in the story above your tailorshop
He was kind and funny, and made the most splendid inventions
But you'd long given up hope
Until one day Emily knocks on the door of your heavenly store - introducing a peculiar snake man, claiming that you were from the same era
He seemed vaguely familiar...
But the second he spoke you knew
The lisp was new, but everything else was the same - the voice, his cadence - his awkwardly shifting eyes.
"Pendleton? It's, it's me - your neighbour-"
His eyes light up in recognition, and for the first time since he reached heaven - his smile is geniune
So overwhelmed with joy at finally seeing your long lost beau, you can't help but press your lips to his
But you freeze only seconds later - how improper of you to do such a thing
And much to Emily's dismay, you slam the door shut
The angel can plead all she wants, neither of you are ready to face what just happened - cheeks flaring hotter than the sun
Husk
You often sat at the bar with Husk, making idle conversation
It was nice for him to talk to someone that wasn't always sloshed
The two of you quietly enjoyed one another's company - never expecting too much from the other
Late nights weren't uncommon for you both, basking in the rare quiet and sharing a drink or two
But something was bothering you
"Husk, c'm'ere real quick"
His bow was horribly crooked, and it had been sending you insane for the past hour
So when he finally stopped pacing, standing directly across the bar from you with a quizzical look - you moved
Leaning over the counter, you gently tweak the fabric until it sits straight
But when you go to lean back into your chair, your stray foot knocks it before you can sit
Causing you to tumble to the floor
"Jesus fuck, kid"
Husk can't stop himself from laughing at your misfourtune - but rounds the bar to help you up anyway
His hands are warm, and his fur is so soft, and the alcohol buzzes pleasantly in your system
So you lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips unthinkingly
"Ok, what the fuck was that?"
Warm hands are gone, and suddenly you're stone cold sober
And all you can do is excuse yourself with burning eyes before you can make anymore of a fool of yourself
As Grace's neighbor, it was pretty easy to notice when her routine changed. You didn't spend all your time watching her, but you worked from home and Grace had been on her own in all the time she had lived next to you.
The day she brings Emily home, you're outside already doing some yard work, and both blondes kind of get caught staring at you. Grace gets flustered when you wave back at them, but Emily waves back excitedly and says something to Grace before they both walk over.
It's kind of the first proper introduction you get from Grace, who doesn't say much since Emily is very chatty with you. Later, Grace will come over privately to tell you how much it means which is when you make the offer to babysit because Emily seems like a sweet kid.
Grace has never had to take care of someone else before and it shows. She calls you in a panic when Emily wants a pancake breakfast because she keeps burning them and "Emily deserves better"
That's how you end up coming over for meals. Well, that and when you looked in her fridge, most of what Grace had were TV dinners. She tried to argue at first that you didn't have to cook for her, but you argued into getting her to compromising by buying real groceries for meals you'd come by and make.
Emily spends a lot of time with you in the kitchen, and when Grace is too nervous to send her out into school, she comes over to your house during the day to do her lessons. You're kind and patient, so things like reading and writing come quickly with your help.
When you watch Emily, you start having more moments with Grace after the girl goes to bed where you learn how unconventional her upbringing was. It's obvious that Alyssa loved and took care of her, but Grace missed out on a lot of family things that you grew up with.
The first one you implement is movie night on Friday. At first, it's just a movie for Emily, but then you start showing Grace other movies when Emily goes to sleep. Most of these are in one of your homes, but if you and Emily band together, you can convince Grace to go to the theater once a month.
Grace starts working less, but her social life does not improve. She tells you about a date she was asked out on by a new girl at work, and you're upset about it until Grace tells you she's not going. You ask why, but Grace dodges your question like a bullet.
You'd like to date Grace yourself, but you never think it's the right time to ask. Emily kind of does that for both of you when she comes home with a drawing from school with the three of you labeled "Me and my moms"
Surprisingly, that's a conversation Grace doesn't stutter her way through. She sits you down, holds your hand, and looks you in the eye as she explains that aside from the intimate things, you're together. You're raising Emily together and if Grace thought it was okay with you, she'd have you in her bed every night.
You don't rush to move in together, but there is a lot of evidence of each other's presence in the other's home. You hadn't even realized it really until Emily called you on Grace's phone to ask if her favorite dress was at your house because she wanted to wear it to school.
Emily has a bit of trouble making friends, but when she gets an invite for a play date from a girl at the park, Grace bursts into tears from happiness. You calm her down and help her get the house ready for when the girl arrives. She's kind of shy and scared, but opens up around Emily like how Emily had with you.
With her new friends, Emily becomes less shy and while kids from her class start to warm up to her more, the weekly play dates with Rose don't stop. You can see pretty clearly that Emily found her best friend, and when you tell Grace, she tells you that you're her best friend.
When you get more serious, Grace introduces you to Leon, who is obviously protective over Grace but welcomes you warmly anyway. There's also Sherry and Jake, who tease Grace about not bringing Emily around as much. It's when you meet Leon's wife, Claire that you realize how small the world is because you recognize her as Rose's aunt.
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [How do they react when they get their "Happy New Year" kiss?] ࿐ྂ
Summary: How these angels react to the New Year's kiss
Type: Romantic, Reaction/One-Shot
Warning: None
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Lute
The muffled sounds of laughter and singing drifted from the main hall to the balcony. You had followed Lute here, your hand still clutching the unopened bottle of champagne you'd instinctively grabbed as you left. She had slipped through the crowd like a shadow, her back rigid and her wings, usually pristine and taut as blades, drooping slightly.
You found her sitting on the edge of the cold marble floor, her knees drawn up to her chest. The silhouette of her black wings enveloped her, making her seem smaller, more vulnerable. For a moment, you thought you saw a faint tremor in her shoulders and the reflection of distant light in what might have been tears. But when your shadow fell upon her, every sign of weakness vanished. She straightened her back and discreetly dabbed her cheek with the back of her hand, her gaze fixed on the endless horizon of the night sky.
"You're still thinking about Adam," you said, not as a question, but as a gentle statement. There was no reproach, only understanding.
You sat beside her, still not touching her, and placed the bottle on the floor. The cold of the marble seeped through your clothes. Finally, you reached out and began to draw slow, soothing circles on her back, right between the points where her powerful wings met her torso. You felt some of the tension that had kept her like a rock melt away beneath your fingers.
"I know," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper against the soft rumble of the distant party. "I know her loss has left a void that not even victory can fill. I don't expect you to get over it in one night, or even a hundred. But you don't have to carry that weight alone. We'll get through this together, in our own time. Okay?"
Lute said nothing. There was no need. A slight, almost imperceptible movement of her head was all the confirmation you needed. Then, slowly, as if the gesture cost her the effort of a battle, she let her head fall onto your shoulder. A deep, trembling sigh escaped her lips, one she had been holding back for months. You put your arm around her, pulling her closer, and together you looked up. The sky, cloudless, was a dark blanket sprinkled with eternal diamonds.
"The stars look beautiful today," you remarked softly, gesturing with your chin toward the vastness.
"They'll be beautiful until they start with the damn fireworks," she muttered, her voice hoarse with suppressed emotion, but with a hint of her usual biting sarcasm.
You couldn't help but chuckle, a small, loving laugh. You loved her precisely for that: for her thorny strength, her fierce loyalty, her vulnerability that only you knew.
From the living room, a powerful, joyful voice, probably Sera's, began the countdown, followed by a choir of angels.
"TEN!… NINE!…"
Your gaze shifted from the stars to Lute's profile. Sensing it, she turned her head and looked back at you. Her golden eyes, usually filled with a burning intensity, now reflected a silent pain and a deep weariness. She sighed, closing her eyes for a second.
"It's okay," she said, a simple declaration of resignation and, perhaps, a small acceptance.
"EIGHT!… SEVEN!…"
Without a word, your hand, which had been on her back, slid down to find hers, resting on her knee. Her fingers, strong and scarred from a thousand battles, intertwined with yours with a desperate need.
"SIX!… FIVE!… FOUR!…"
"Don't listen to them," you whispered, bringing your forehead close to hers. "We have our own count."
She nodded, barely a movement. Your eyes locked, creating a private universe untouched by the clamor.
"THREE…" you said in unison, your breaths mingling.
"…TWO…" her voice was a whisper, heavy with emotion.
"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" roared the crowd behind you, just as a silent burst of light illuminated the sky.
It wasn't the raucous explosion of celestial fireworks, which began painting rainbows and ephemeral galaxies above your heads with a thunderous roar. It was something more. A golden glow, pure and warm, that sprang from the very heart of Heaven, bathing everything in a light that seemed to sing. It was the first breath of the new year, a heartbeat of pure creation.
Lute looked up, her pain momentarily eclipsed by wonder. Flashes of gold, silver, and blue light reflected in her pupils.
"It's… beautiful," she began, her voice almost lost in the roar.
You didn't let her finish.
In one fluid motion, you stood and, gently but firmly, lifted her with you. She offered no resistance. Her wings, once taut, relaxed completely, falling in a soft arc behind her. Before she could utter another word, you captured her lips with yours.
It was passionate, affirmative, an anchor cast into the midst of her inner storm. It was a kiss that said "I'm here," "I'm yours," and "none of this will defeat you," all at once. She felt her whole body yield, melting against you. A tremor ran through her, but this time it wasn't from pain. Her arms wrapped around your neck with a force that would have suffocated anyone else, but to you it was just another way she was saying "don't let go." Her wings spread slightly, enveloping you both in an intimate tent of black feathers, muffling the flashes of light and the sounds of the outside world.
When you parted, you were both breathless. Your hands cupped her face, your thumbs caressing her wet cheeks, this time for a very different reason.
"I love you, Lute," you said, each word laden with the solemnity of a vow.
She kept her eyes closed a moment longer, absorbing the words, letting them warm her frozen soul. When she opened them, the pain hadn't vanished, but now it shared space with something else: a glimmer of her former resolve, softened by a deep love and an even deeper gratitude.
"And I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice clear and steady for the first time that night. Then, a small, genuine smile touched his lips, a rare and precious treasure. "Here's to another year together. And to all the years to come."
Abel
You were finishing getting ready. Abel had said the celebration in the main tower would be special, "like Christmas in Heaven," and you wanted to look your best. You'd chosen an elegant black dress of celestial silk that shimmered softly with every movement.
"Babeeee, are you ready yet?" Abel's voice, filled with that mix of enthusiasm and impatience you loved so much, drifted from the living room.
"I'll be out in five minutes!" you replied, putting the finishing touches on brushing your hair and, more carefully, the large, fluffy wings on your back. It was molting season, and a small swirl of white and gold feathers floated around you. With one last glance in the mirror, you left the room.
Abel was waiting for you, nervously adjusting the gold collar of his dress uniform. When he saw you, his mouth parted slightly, and a deep blush spread across his cheeks, making his golden eyes shine even brighter. "W-wow… you look… incredible," he managed to say, his voice a little higher than usual. His hand automatically went back to scratching the back of his neck, a gesture of yours that signaled how nervous he was.
You approached with a gentle smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. His scent of stardust and new parchment was comforting. "Only the best for Heaven's best angel," you murmured, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Then, you took his large, slightly clumsy hand in yours. "Come on. Let's not let Lute ruin our night with his sour face."
He squeezed your hand tightly, his blush giving way to a genuine, calm smile. "With me by your side, he won't dare."
They flew into the grand main hall, where celestial stained-glass windows cast soft beams of light onto a multitude of glittering decorations. Peter and Emily were waiting for them by a large fountain of star nectar.
"Guys, you're finally here!" Emily exclaimed, leaping away from Peter to envelop them both in a simultaneous hug that made Abel let out a soft, nervous laugh.
"Yes, sorry, Emi. We're running a little late," you said, returning the hug.
"Correction," Abel interrupted playfully, sliding his hand around your waist. "She was choosing the perfect outfit. I'm going casual, sweetheart." He placed a soft kiss on your neck, making you chuckle and Emily smile mischievously.
After several hours of music, dancing, and conversation, the atmosphere in the grand hall became intimate and expectant. The countdown to the Celestial New Year was about to begin. You, Abel, and the other angels formed a large circle, raising your iridescent crystal glasses for the toast and final prayer. You gripped your boyfriend's hand tightly and gave him a look so full of love and promises that for a second he seemed to forget how to breathe.
"…Happy New Year!" Sera's voice boomed, and a chorus of "Cheers!" filled the air. The clinking of glasses was like the twinkling of stars. You took a sip of the heavenly champagne. "Mmm, this year the nectar is sweeter…" you murmured, leaning close to his ear. "…but not as sweet as you, my love," you whispered, tilting your face toward his to claim a kiss.
But he, with a soft, knowing smile, stopped you with a finger to your lips. "Uh, what…?" you asked, confused.
"Wait," he whispered, his golden eyes fixed on the large hourglasses in the room. "Three… two… one!"
The moment the last grain of sand fell, you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripped the collar of his shirt firmly, and drew his mouth to yours in a deep, passionate, and final kiss. It wasn't just a celebratory kiss; it was a kiss that sealed a promise, a kiss that consumed all the light and sound around them. Several eternal, burning seconds passed before the need for air forced them to separate, panting and foreheads pressed together.
"Oh, heavens… that… that was incredible," Abel managed to say, his voice hoarse and his breath ragged.
"Yes. I know," you replied, with a triumphant, gentle smile, before closing the distance to seal this new beginning with one more kiss, as sweet and hopeful as the dawn that had just broken.
Emily
You decided to help Emily and Sera organize the New Year's party in Heaven. It wasn't just out of cooperation; deep inside, you had a burning desire to impress Emily, to show her with every detail that you were capable of making her happy. You wanted to win her attention, and perhaps, in time, something more.
You walked purposefully through the main hall, adjusting centimeters to the left, aligning garlands of starlight, checking that the sparkle of the ornaments was perfect. The already ethereal place began to throb with the promise of the celebration.
The door opened gently. It was Sera, the Seraph of Wisdom, whose very presence inspired a solemn calm. Her eyes, filled with infinite knowledge, scanned the room.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Y/N," she said, her voice like a sustained chord in the air. She placed a light hand on your shoulder, a gesture of approval that felt like a gentle warmth.
"Thank you, Se—" you began to reply, but the words froze on your lips.
Emily had appeared beside her.
This wasn't the usual Emily, with her comfortable clothes and movements brimming with energy. This time she wore a long, flowing dress, the color of the sky at dawn: a gradient from soft lavender to an almost pearly pink. The fabric seemed woven from light, moving with her like a serene wave. Her hair, usually loose, was delicately gathered, a few curls framing her radiant face and smile, which lit up the room more than all the decorations combined.
An intense heat rose from your neck to your cheeks. You suddenly felt clumsy, aware of your every movement. Your pulse, which had previously kept pace with your work, began to quicken.
Sera observed the silent exchange: your gaze fixed on Emily, your sudden shyness. A sympathetic, almost maternal smile touched her lips. Without a word, with a slight, knowing nod, she slipped out of the room, leaving you alone in the golden light of the preparations.
"Emily…" you finally managed to say, your voice softer than you expected. "You look… truly beautiful."
She shone even brighter. With that light, cheerful step that was so characteristic of her, she closed the distance between you and enveloped you in a warm, heartfelt embrace.
"Y/N, you look amazing too!" she exclaimed, her voice like a silver bell near your ear.
You hugged her back, and for a moment, the world shrank to that feeling. The soft touch of her dress, the fragrance of heavenly flowers and fresh air that surrounded her, the genuine warmth of her affection. You felt your heart not just racing, but pounding against your chest, as if it wanted to escape and merge with the light she radiated. It was a mixture of nervousness, pure joy, and an emotion so vast it seemed about to overflow. In that embrace, all your determination to impress her transformed into a simple, overwhelming, and blissful present.
It was 11:55 PM. The celestial table, set beneath a canopy of twinkling stars, held an unusual group: you, Emily, Sera, Sir Pentious (who was still surveying everything with awe), Peter, Abel, and Lute, the latter with her arms crossed and an expression that made it clear she'd rather be anywhere else, probably on a training ground.
You were sitting next to Emily. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Peter and Abel making a series of exaggerated gestures: Peter pointing at you, then at Emily, clasping his hands together and giving a few lively, discreet little jumps of encouragement. Abel, beside him, nodded solemnly and gestured for you to come forward with both hands. You felt a knot of nerves and excitement in your stomach.
"Emi—" you began, searching for the words.
"Well, it's time for a toast," Sera announced in her serene voice, gently cutting off your confession before it could begin.
Everyone rose. Glasses, filled with nectar that seemed to glow with its own light, were raised in the air like a constellation of good wishes.
"To a year with more peace…" Sera said, and there was a warm, meaningful pause as her gaze fell on Sir Pentious, who stood upright, visibly moved. "…And redeemed people."
"To more friendships with Hell!" Emily added, her smile so bright it rivaled the party lights.
"And no wars. And please, no invasions," Abel chimed in, a half-smile bordering on irony, eliciting soft laughter around the table.
Everyone looked toward you; it was your turn. You looked directly at Emily, and in that instant, everything else faded away.
"To… to more love," you said, and your voice, though soft, sounded clear and full of meaning just for her.
"Cheers!" they chanted. The clinking of glasses mingled with the first distant burst of fireworks, which began to illuminate the celestial sky with cascades of emerald and gold.
After the toast, as everyone admired the spectacle, you took a long, deep breath. The world seemed to hold its breath with you. You approached Emily, who was still gazing at the colors of the sky.
"Emily," you said, gently touching her arm.
She turned, and her violet eyes, reflecting the light of the fireworks, met yours. "Yes, Y/N?"
A final nervous glance over your shoulder. Peter and Abel stood motionless, holding their breath, their fists clenched in a silent but desperate gesture of support.
"There are no words to express what I feel for you…" you began, and before fear could paralyze you again, you acted on pure impulse. Your hand found her waist gently but firmly, and you pulled her closer.
You kissed her.
It was sweet, filled with all the admiration, nervousness, and affection you had kept inside for so long. She was surprised; a small tremor ran through her body, but she didn't resist. On the contrary, after a moment, her hands rose to cup your face, accepting and responding to the kiss with a tenderness that made you feel like you were floating.
When you pulled away, dazed and breathless, you could only stammer, "I-I…"
But Emily smiled at you, a smile that was pure joy and complicity, and closed the distance again to kiss you once more, more confidently this time. When she pulled away again, her lips formed a playful whisper near yours:
"It's about time you told me how you feel."
"D-did you know?" you asked, still reeling with happiness, your hands now resting naturally on her hips.
"Yes…" she admitted, laughing softly as she fiddled with a button on your shirt. "For a long time, actually. I was just waiting for you to be ready."
Around them, the sky burst into a myriad of colors, marking the start of a new year. Peter and Abel, in the distance, shook hands triumphantly, while Sir Pentious watched the scene with a tear of happiness rolling down his cheek, and Lute, for his part, just rolled his eyes and headed toward the dessert table. You had crossed the threshold, and the future, bright and full of possibilities, was now beginning.
[Emily floats just a few inches off the ground, organising reports at a desk, her wings tucked in behind her]
[Y/N stands next to the desk, also checking the reports on the "Winners" but then remembers a certain a rumour going on, he looks up at Emily]
AngelM!Reader : Hey, Em?
[Emily jumps slightly, her wings fluttering, instantly her head turns at him with a radiant smile]
Emily : Oh–! Yes Y/N? Everything okay? Did you need help with the welcoming committee for our new winners✨—
AngelM!Reader : Something like that! I heard a rumor that when a seraphim gets... Flustered, their eyes brighten up, is that true?
[Emily pauses, a nervous chuckle comes out of her throat. She uses a hand to move a lock of her white hair behind her ear, in a playful denial]
Emily : B-Brighten up? Nooo, that's... Just a myth! Seraphim are masters of emotion control! We don't just–brighten because of a little embarrassment—
AngelM!Reader : Really?
[Y/N raises an eyebrow, a smirk appears on his face]
Emily : Really, really!
[Emily giggles, trying to look reassuring that it's not true, but her cheeks already slowly glow a gold blush on her face]
AngelM!Reader : Well, then I guess I'll have to test it
[Before she can process his words, he places both of his hands onto her cheeks, cupping them both. Emily's eyes widen from the act, Y/N leans in, and presses a kiss on her forehead]
AngelM!Reader : Mm–Not flustered yet
[Y/N kisses her right cheek and her left cheek]
[Emily's entire face goes from slight golden blush to a wider, brighter blush. But her eyes still haven't glow–So Y/N then just repeatedly gives kisses to each of her freckles]
Emily blushing : A-A-Ah! Y/N!
[Emily's voice basically squeaks. Y/N pulls back just enough to look into her eyes. He can't help but let out a chuckle, seeing her golden blush AND her eyes glowing]
AngelM!Reader : Nope, not a myth at all. Hey, at least I know to use a pair of sunglasses when we kiss each more passionately like this~
heaven gang reacting to gn!reader’s pet cat perhaps…? 👀👀
i love cats
Heaven Gang X Cat Owner Reader
(Emily, Sera, Peter, Abel, Pentious, Adam, Lute)
A/N: I have dogs, so I'm trying my best to encapsulate the experience of having a cat. I like them, they're adorable! I just don't know what it's like owning one.
Emily:
Emily gets so excited over your cat that she accidentally freaks it out the first time by how excited she is. Whoops! Admittedly, she gets a bit ahead of herself.
Your cat becomes a bit cautious of her, and Emily tries her best to make it up to your cat. Eventually, she ends up coaxing it through treats, and that's enough for her. Your cat will occasionally beg for scraps, but Emily's just happy that she's liked.
"Well, of course, I'll give you some food! I don't need to eat anyway."
Sera:
Sera interacts with your cat often. This should be a good thing, but there's a small problem. She constantly talks to it, but not like baby talk. No, she speaks to it as if it should know better.
"Sir. You need to stop that. It's not very nice. In polite society, we don't do that."
"Sera, that's a cat."
"And? It should know better."
Sera's eyes are constantly narrowed as she watches your cat. Daring it to misbehave. For some reason, this gains your cat's respect, and your cat will cuddle into Sera's lap in calm moments.
Lute:
Lute could not care less that you have a cat. So what? Pets are feeble creatures meant only for entertainment. Ignoring the fact that historically, guard dogs have been a thing. No, no creature could protect you as well as she could.
She ignores the creature until it snuggles up to her on a cozy night. And, suddenly, it's like Lute's cold heart had melted into a sweet little puddle. She shushes you if you get too loud and places her hand on the cat's back.
"Lute-"
"If you wake up this cat, my dagger will be driven into your palm and I am not joking."
She loves this cat. Hell, she might love the cat more than you.
Saint Peter:
"Oh! A cat. That's nice." He says to you.
Peter doesn't care much for animals. They scratch up his doors, and he never likes telling an evil animal that they have to go to Hell. There was this group of pigs once around the 1920s, and... It still gives him the creeps. What does a pig even do to end up in Hell?
But your cat is in Heaven, so that's a good sign. One of many. And when he first sits down on your couch and your cat scratches at his robes, he's mortified.
"Honey! Your cat...!"
The cat sleeps on top of his robes, and he soon realizes he can't move. What sort of cruel game is this? Was it a sick power play? He doesn't know, and he refuses to be in a room alone with your cat.
Abel:
"Cats don't really like me..." Abel murmurs as you bring him to your home for the first time.
He has a huge stomachache. You obviously care about your cat, and because of that, he wants your cat to like him. Abel is shitting bricks when he first sees your cat. He's a massive dog person, which usually means that he hasn't interacted with enough cats to have formed much of an opinion on them.
Your cat clocks this very fast and the two of them stay separated for a lot of the time. But your cat won't hesitate to glare at him if it wants something. Abel is very easily bullied.
Adam:
"You have a cat?! Badass!"
Yeah, Adam loves animals. He named all of 'em, after all. It took a lot of effort for him to come up with something that embodied the cat, and he'll tell you the thought process behind it as he snuggles your little buddy. Even if he gets scratched, he laughs it off.
"Yeah, I was thinking it had to be another three letters. Y'know, like dog. Fuckin' dog. That was some of my best work. But this little shit had to have a super cool name. Something blunt." He says, poking his finger into your cat's cheek. "So, what'd you name it?"
You tell him, and he tells you it's lame. Adam then proceeds to feed the cat a treat every time it answers to the name he picked out instead.
Pentious:
Cats love Pentious, and Pentious loves cats. When you take him home to meet your cat, he treats it as his life's greatest honor. One would think you were about to present him with a Nobel Award.
You open the door, and he kneels before your cat. Well, the most kneeling he can. With a snake tail, he just sort of bows and removes his hat.
"Dear kitten, it truly is such a pleasure to meet you."
"Pen, that's a cat."
"A cat that is deserving of my love and respect!"
Your cat is completely and utterly spoiled. Pentious will sneak them all the treats, and he always comes home with a new toy. And don't forget the cuddles. Those two are inseparable.
My birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to write something fun
Sera
This woman hasn’t taken a day off in over a century but ever since you came into her life she’s been loosening up and having fun. She’ll make sure everything is perfect and that any potential issue is accounted for so she can spend the day with you doing WHATEVER you want to do
Emily
SURPRISE PARTY!!! I mean-who said that! What party? There’s no party. Just going out to lunch and then returning home to have a relaxing night in. As long as you guys are back by exactly 5:30. Huh? Why? Oh… no particular reason…
Abel
He’s got the WHOLE DAY planned. First he’s gonna cook you breakfast in bed, then you are going out to get massages and get your nails done, then you are going rollerskating, then you are going to get lunch at your favorite place to eat. After that you’re going to the petting zoo and afterwards the carnival to watch the show and ride the rides, then dinner and a movie and then top it all off with stargazing. Oh did he mention he baked you a cake. He’s not very good at decorating but he tried his best
St. Peter
He’s pretty chill actually. First dinner, then a movie and then a nighttime walk in the park. He got you flowers and he prepared a song for you tho. You’re not getting through your special day without a musical number
Lute
She got you a gift she saw you eyeballing a few weeks back. She wrapped it herself. Don’t tease her or she’ll take it back
Adam
He hands you a brown paper bag nonchalantly and says “sorry I didn’t wrap it” and you look inside and see donuts from your favorite coffee place. He also has a “fun activity” planned for when you get home. Wink wink!
Speaker
Let’s be honest she hasn’t gotten a lot of screen time yet but I do know that no matter what the night has in store it ends in cuddles with your giant fluffy bird girlfriend. And she’s happy to grant you anything you desire. You are her beloved after all
