Mistletoe Meme, actually close to the holidays version.

[misheard]

Now it's actually the holidays! So this meme is appropriate!

> Pick someone from my muselist
> Pick the time and setting
> You are now stuck under a plant with them and must kiss before leaving
> Kissing does not have to be on the mouth
> Sometimes Hot Makeouts?!

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[diabolarchy]

Me? Nothing at all. Well, it's locally-grown mistletoe - support your local businesses~ - which means it's just very slightly magical.

We're not going to be able to leave until we satisfy the requirements.

[He knew that perfectly well when he got under it with Valmont, trapping him there.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

...Magical.

[ Of course it is. Of course he'd find himself under magical mistletoe with a demon. Damn it. Damn everything. ]

The requirements?! I - I am not going to kiss you!

[ Maybe if he tries to back away...? Nope. Still can't move. ]

[diabolarchy]

You're still putting up a fuss about kissing? After everything else we've done together?

[Kissing seems completely tame and harmless to him, in comparison.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

It's the principle of the thing!

[ Satanick ought to know by now that Valmont isn't going to do anything with him willingly.

Besides, even given everything the two of them have in fact done together, they don't usually just kiss. There's something... intimate about just kissing. It makes it look as though you actually care about the other person. Which he doesn't. ]

[diabolarchy]

[It's a shame, because kissing in itself is quite enjoyable, at least to Satanick. Maybe not Valmont.]

You have principles? That's news to me.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ It's not enjoyable when it's with a demon! ]

I - what's that supposed to mean?! I am a highly principled man! I should be the one saying that about you!

[diabolarchy]

I have principles! Just not that many.

[They basically boil down to 'Mogekos are gross'.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Mogekos are gross. ]

I don't suppose you have enough principles to end this farce and leave me alone?

[diabolarchy]

Definitely not that many principles. Really, just three.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Do any of them involve not making me kiss you?

[diabolarchy]

No. Can't say that they do.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I despise you.

[ Still trying to find a way to retreat, and not having much luck. Damn it, whose bright idea was magical mistletoe in the first place? ]

[diabolarchy]

[Blame the farmers.]

You're so cute~~ So shall we get it over with?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

No. Absolutely not. I utterly refuse. And I am not cute!

[ Really, V. This is the hill you're going to die on. ]

[diabolarchy]

So you'd rather be stuck with me for a few years, until you give in? I don't mind.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Y- years?

[ He gulps. ]

There isn't any other way out of this?

[diabolarchy]

None at all.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

...

[ Valmont considers his options. Weighed against years in the demon's company, one kiss is starting not to sound quite so bad. ]

Oh, very well. Hold still.

[ He takes a deep breath and leans in. ]

[diabolarchy]

[If he thought he was going to hold still, he was very wrong - as soon as Valmont's lips touch his, Satanick wraps his arms around him to keep him there.

You're lucky he can't dip kiss you right now.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ This is not okay. This is nowhere near okay. Valmont pushes frantically at Satanick's shoulders, managing to break away long enough to splutter: ]

Let go of me, you - you -

[ He can't think of a strong enough word. ]

[diabolarchy]

I accept 'handsome devil' and its variants.

[No, that probably wasn't what Valmont was going for.

And oh, he seems to have more range of movement now - so now he's going for the dip kiss.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Mmmmmf - !!

[ He spits out curses against Satanick's lips, probably none of which are anywhere near comprehensible, and flails ineffectively in his grip. ]

Let me go let me go let me go -

[diabolarchy]

Don't want to~

[Valmont's not going anywhere juuuuust yet. He has to leave a hickey first, too.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ His protests just get louder as he feels the demon move on to his neck. It's in a place where he knows it will show, too, damn him. ]

What are you - stop - stop!

[ He would say this is the least dignified situation he's ever been in, but who is he kidding. Satanick's put him through worse. ]

[diabolarchy]

Fiiine, if you insist~

[He lets go so that he can properly admire his handiwork. Mouthiwork. Whatever.]