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fanficsat12am · 9 months
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how the brothers and datables reacting to mc who giggles and blushes when reading romance books I Solomon & Simeon
Request from @dionyjoons: Hello, I was wondering if you could do the brothers (and maybe solomon and simeon) reacting to mc who keeps giggling and blushing when reading romance books please :)
AN: Hello!! This may or may not be the last of this part. If you guys want one of Dia and Barbs, feel free to comment down bellow <3 I've also started a Ko-fi account if you guys wanted to send commissions or just support me a bit. As always more works are coming soon :> Bye luvs~~
📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Buy me a coffee? Lucifer & Mammon Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus Beelzebub & Belphegor
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Solomon
He was in the middle of practicing his spells when he heard it. He looked behind him towards the source of the sound and found you sprawled out on the couch, a book laying flat on your face with your fingers gripping it tightly as if trying to use it as a shield to cover yourself from the world. He used a spell and was able to easily lift it up, finally being able to see your face—quickly noticing a red hue enveloping it. 
Solomon would jokingly tease you at first, a sly smirk working its way to his lips. He doesn’t really mind though and actually likes it, taking pleasure in the short chance he hears your giggles. He’s not an idiot, he knows how you're reminded of him through the main character’s love interest. He finds everything about you interesting, and this just adds to the never-ending list of what makes you so fascinating. 
“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a book with what seemed to be mystical writings on the cover.
“Sure! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a noisy reader” You say.
“That’s what I’m counting on” he replies, a loving look in his eyes.
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Simeon
He was about to call you down to eat when he heard a sound through the partially open door of his room. Peeping in, he saw you reading in bed with a dumb smile on your face—giggles erupting from you every now and then. He opted to stay unnoticed for the time being…that was until you heard the door creek open. Your face became even redder if that was even possible.
Despite yourself thinking you sounded like a dolphin, Simeon thought it was heavenly—the melody quickly making his heart flutter when he heard it. He slid into bed, positioned himself behind you, and wrapped his arms around your frame. You felt him snuggle into your neck, the angel peeking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the pages. From then on, he would now frequently ask if he can join you in your little reading sessions. You rarely rejected him and is now a form of quality time for the two of you in your hectic schedules. After a busy day, Luke would typically find the both of you in Simeon’s room sleeping, tangled up in the sheets with a book close by.
“Just one more chapter please” you begged.
His hands gently lay on top of yours, closing the book for the day.
“As much as I would love that, you need to rest, My Dove. Tomorrow’s a new day, one in which I look forward to once again holding you here and listening to your little giggles” he whispered, planting a soft kiss to your temple as he proceeds to pull you in even closer.
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leviathans-watching · 7 months
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➳ simeon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➳ wc: .3k | rated g | m.list
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“No, I’m totally over him,” you say firmly, wishing just one of the brothers would believe you. “I mean, we didn’t talk at all over break, and I saw in Devilgram he got a back to school haircut. Everyone knows crushes don’t stay, especially after there’s been a haircut.”
“That is true,” Mammon nods.
“Well, not for me, of course,” Asmo sighs, putting his chin on his hands. “That just seems to make me more popular.”
“Well, this isn’t about you,” you say. “It’s about me! A me who is completely and totally over—“
“Over who?” Asks Simeon, sliding between you and Satan, all long-legged and sun-striped in the human realm’s sun. His haircut, you realize with a slow sinking horror as your cheeks start to heat, looks nice.
Belphie takes one look at your face and begins to snicker, hiding his face in Beel’s shoulder.
“I didn’t know you liked someone,” Simeon continues, looking at you earnestly. His deep brown eyes sparkle and he leans towards you, too close. You manage a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, liked,” Mammon replies, emphasizing the past tense. “MC here really insists those feelings no longer remain.”
“Well that’s a shame for the lucky guy,” Simeon comments, and you can’t breathe for a moment.
“Ah, uh,” you say intelligently.
He chuckles. “Oh man, I missed you over the summer. We definitely should catch up. Maybe grab a bite to eat after classes.”
“T-together?”
“Hopefully together,” Simeon teases. “So, what do you say?”
The boys all share amused looks at your silence before Lucifer, of all of them, speaks up.
“MC agrees,” he says mildly, and Simeon beams.
“Great,” he says, standing. “I’ll catch you after school. My treat.”
As he lopes off, sending a fluttering wave to you over his shoulder, Mammon raises his eyebrows at you.
“Completely and totally over him?”
“I may have…regressed.”
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yubiina · 1 year
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MC basically being Luke's unofficial parent everytime he's on sight while Simeon's watching in the back like the supportive dad he is.
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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Studying for an Exam with Simeon
Pairing: Simeon x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, studying together, teasing, distractions, sitting in his lap, reward system, accidental groping
A/N: Would you be able to focus with him? I don't think I would.
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He knew you were behind on your studies so he chose to tutor you, no big deal he's done this for people before
A simple tutoring lesson shouldn't have posed such an issue for him, yet he felt like he was having a harder time than you
When you'd get stuck on question you'd get this really cute pout and his heart simply melted
Usually he would remind others not to get distracted
This time it was him who constantly found himself staring at you, so much so that you asked if he asked you here to study for the test or to study you
Not used to this kind of teasing he tried to get back on track only to get all hot and bothered when you sat in his lap
Well if you're right in front of him he can make sure you're not cheating somehow so this is acceptable
Plus now Simeon could just look at the books and the notes
Being careful to not overstep boundaries he put his hands gently around your hips
You were the one who couldn't focus now, with his voice so close, his breath tickling your ear and neck and his hands almost making contact with your skin
There is one more method he could try with you, usually when people have trouble focusing having a reward system helps
It can be a snack, some free time, talking for a bit, checking your phone, anything within reason really
You ask for a kiss as a joke figuring he would go for it but to your surprise he leans in, a shy smile on his lips and his blue eyes teasing
You haven't answered the question yet
This takes you so off guard that you move forward causing his hands to slip upwards and cup your breasts through your shirt
His touch is like fire, making your cheeks and the rest of you body burn
It stirs feelings within Simeon as well, his reacting more than making itself knows when you sit back down on his lap
After a few moments of tense silence you whisper out the correct answer
He did promise a reward, but only if you're okay with it after what just happened
You give him another answer, this time in the form of a kiss
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jinkicake · 1 year
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He Makes You Cry. 
Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon x Reader
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for forever bc I love angst but.... don’t be fooled bc there is no angst w simeon (he’s too sweet and would never hurt you).... sorry! 
WC - 2.9k >:-)
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((im sorry i had to put simeons first bc i love it and its my fav </3 like ignore luci and mammon lol))
Simeon
“This is for me?” You can’t help but gawk at the beautiful ring Simeon slipped onto your finger amidst your mini tea party. The thick diamond is decorated with a golden accent and even smaller jewels to accentuate the main stone. It’s unbelievably gorgeous and you start to doubt if your worth is enough to be wearing such a decadent piece.
“Only you can bring out the ring’s true beauty,” Simeon murmurs as his warm eyes run all over your shocked face, he makes it a point to memorize the expression. For too long, his eyes simply glance from one of your features to the other until he has you painted in his memory. “I do hope that you enjoy it, my love.”
You can’t wrap your head around what you must have done to deserve such a generous gift.
“Simeon,” His name is uttered from your lips in a gasp because moments later, you’re still in disbelief. “why?”
The angel cocks his head at your question, his smile faltering with a twitch of his lips before he plants a gentle look back on his face. He doesn’t understand.
“Why?” He repeats before glancing up at the crown model of the ceiling. The sunset of the afternoon decorates the room in a golden hue, a beautiful coating that makes you look even more angelic than before. Simeon doesn’t understand your confusion, don’t you see what he sees? “Because I love you.”
He wonders if that is enough of a reason, he hopes it is enough of a reason.
The angel carefully watches your expression morph into a frown as your lips press together tightly. You’re trying to prevent the tears that are pooling in your eyes but, try as you might, you fail. Simeon softly grimaces at your anguish, that is what your feeling must be, right? Did he go overboard with the gift? Do you hate it?
He thought you would love it.
“My light, what’s wrong?” He leans over the neatly set table and all of the cutlery placed to cup your cheek. You immediately lean into his warm palm and try to hide your face from him. The shaking of your head only serves to make Simeon even more nervous. “Talk to me.”
You cover your face with your hands, softly sobbing into your palms and Simeon can not hold back any longer. The angel gets up before moving to your side to kneel beside you. He grabs your wrist and then engulfs your hands in his own as he intently stares at you.
He looks and looks like he’ll be able to read what you’re feeling based on your expression. His heart hurts for you.
“I’m happy, Simeon,” You cry and gently pull one of your hands back to wipe your tears. The ring he gifted you catches the light of the setting sun and at the sight, more tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but stare at the jewelry.
“Is it the ring?” Simeon whispers, he keeps his voice quiet as if speaking any louder will cause you to become even more upset. He’d hate to take the ring back. If you tried to return it, Simeon would not let you. The gift is yours, a special treasure of Simeon’s is now yours no matter if you fight it. The angel wants you to have it even if you don’t want it-
“I love it!” You gush and in a pitiful attempt to speak, only end up choking on your words.
Now, Simeon can see the adoration in your eyes and the way your face glows with certain happiness.
“You do?” He quietly questions back while tightening the grip he has on your hand, he gently squeezes your fingers between his own.
“I do! I do!”
He can only wish that your eager cheers were an answer to another question, one that he wishes to ask you forever and ever. The matter of whether or not you’ll have him.
Simeon is much too uncertain in himself to do that yet, but when the time comes, he’ll be sure to do it right.
“I’m glad you like it, it’s yours now,” With gentle hands, Simeon lifts your fingers up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against each of your knuckles before turning your hand over to kiss the center of your palm. “your beauty outshines any diamond.”
You scoot to the edge of your seat before sinking out of the chair, you sit right next to where Simeon is kneeling and shyly look up at him. Despite your tears and swollen eyes, the angel still gasps at your beauty.
He rests his forehead against your own and watches your eyes flutter shut. Selfishly, he takes a picture in his mind and memorizes the soft curves of your face. When he’s done, he tilts his head and angles his lips to gently kiss you. The closed-mouth peck is innocent and remains so until the angel lets go of your hand to grip your shoulders.
His face tilts ever so slightly before you feel his tongue peek past his lips. You let Simeon kiss you and kiss you until he’s leaning you back against the floor and resting over the top of you. You let him steal the air out of your lungs and hold you incredibly close to his heart.
You allow the angel to coat you in his love, to pour all of his feelings into his touch while the heavy ring sits prettily on your finger.
It’s only natural to do since you love him after all.
Lucifer
“I told you not to touch those papers.” Lucifer’s anger is something that you’re just not used to (no matter how many times you’ve been at the blunt force of it). His current frustrations cause you to flinch and all too soon, your entire body begins to tremble under his booming voice. It’s as if your blood has run cold as you find yourself staring at the floor instead of his face. Try as you might, nothing can stop the bitter tears from appearing in the corners of your eyes. “Incompetent human.” His whisper is anything but quiet, you hear the snide comment clear as day, the tut of the nickname is nothing like his usual kind and gentle tone and is instead filled with endless irritation. 
In all the times you have helped him with his work, Lucifer has never gotten upset with you like this. Especially not over a small, clumsy mistake you made while organizing his many documents. 
His audacity nearly makes you scoff and any sadness that you feel is overcome with a wave of anger. You place the papers on his desk with firm palms before standing up from your seat. The loud screech of the chair against the hardwood floor forces Lucifer to look at you and only now, he can see the frustration welling in your eyes. 
The pool of his reflection makes his heart hurt. 
“Do it yourself then.” You snap and immediately head out of his office, slamming his door in the process. Such a petty act was an accident, his door is heavy and will always slam shut with brute force. You couldn’t find it in yourself to close the door gently, but, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it anyway. 
In an attempt to lighten the load of wallowing in your own pity, you head straight for your bed and straight to sleep. You’re blessed with a blissful nap for a few moments (hours) before it all slips through your fingers.
“(Y/N), dinner,” Your doorknob rattles under Mammon’s strong fist and the noise (along with his voice), bitterly awakens you from your slumber. On their own accord, your eyes automatically narrow toward the intruding noise. You try to drown it out with your blanket over your head but, it doesn’t work. 
The demon persistently toys with your door, annoying you with his presence. His scheme continues for a few minutes as you ignore him. You don’t give in and don’t reply at all, not even once. The silence that follows after he figures out you won’t open the door for him allows you to breathe a sigh of relief. 
Relief doesn’t bless you for too long though. 
A handful of minutes later, your door clicks softly as the lock of your doorknob becomes free. There’s only one demon that can actually unlock your door and the presence suddenly in your room nearly makes you suffocate. Out of habit, you curl in on yourself under your blanket to hide from him. 
Lucifer’s gentle sigh and quiet footsteps are not nearly as loud as the rapid thumping of your heart. You can barely focus, not when the sounds fill your ears and not when your bed dips under a certain weight. 
There are a few things that you can pick up. Lucifer has brought food with him and he places it on your table before sitting beside you. Right now, you can almost see the way Lucifer is sitting on the edge of your bed. You can’t fight the urge to simply check for too long. 
Timidly, you peek your head out from your blanket and keep the duvet tucked just under your chin while you look at him. Just as you imagined in your mind, Lucifer has his back to you (posture incredibly straight) as he stares at your wall. His softened eyes run along all the photos you have hung up and take in all the memories you have created in the devildom. His perfect posture bends ever so slightly as he sighs once again and reaches his hand behind to cup your bicep. 
“Eat, human,” He murmurs and glances back at you. You immediately hide from his stare as you switch to lay on your other side, your back now facing him. His previous insult still swims in your mind and you can feel your anger from before starting to resurface. The gentle touch of his thumb brushing circles into your skin works incredibly well to combat your heated frustrations. When it comes to calming you down, Lucifer knows exactly what to do. 
The room basks in silence, coated in a thick unmovable tension until you can no longer hold back any petty remarks. 
“I thought I was incompetent,” You sneer and clench your fist as persistent tears once again build up in your eyes. 
“Oh,” Lucifer murmurs and gently squeezes your arm with his large palm. “(Y/N)-”
“An incompetent human.” His words spoken earlier feel sad and bitter on your tongue as you fist your thick blanket in your hands. You try not to acknowledge the tears on your cheeks but it’s hard to ignore the wet droplets as Lucifer’s thumb wipes each away.
You hate that Lucifer’s approval means so much to you, that his thought of you can shatter your own personal image.
“You are not incompetent,” Lucifer promises before pressing his lips against your forehead. His gentle touch only serves to make you even more upset. “I am so sorry, my dear.” The bed moves underneath you as Lucifer lays down beside you, his long limbs fitting awkwardly into the small space. He takes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, ignoring how you push away at his wrists. “You’re my perfect assistant, capable of plenty enough. I spoke out of turn and I apologize.” Now in his arms, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and twist his thick jacket in your fingers. “Please forgive me,” Lucifer whispers against the crown of your head, holding you carefully as if you’re made of glass. He refuses to let go until he knows that you’re both okay again. 
Mammon
“Go away.”
“Leave."
“I don’t care what you do anymore!”
“Goodbye, human.”
Despite Mammon’s harsh words, you know that he doesn’t mean it. Reading the avatar of greed has become second nature to you now and you know that he is nothing more than upset. When the demon becomes upset, he has no better way to deal with it than to pettily push you away while simultaneously begging for your attention.
“I’m sorry, Mammon,” You try apologizing again, staring at him pathetically while he ignores you to count the bills in his wallet. His room has never been more intimidating in your entire time spent in the devildom. “I’ll make it up to you-”
“No you won’t,” He bitterly murmurs and lets his face fall ever so slightly. How could you forget the plans that the two of you made? “I get it, I’m not important to you.” His show of dramatics hurts, even if you don’t think you have a right to be. 
“Is that really what you think?” You quietly ask him, your voice no louder than a timid whisper as you stand frozen waiting for his answer. 
“You ditched me! No, you didn’t even ditch me because you didn’t show up! Instead, you were busy with Lord Diavolo.” His disappointment makes you feel awful and terribly small as if you’re being pushed into a corner. “What did I expect?”
“I’m sorry,” Again, you whisper your apologies. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t allow him to dump his anger out on you like this. There is no reason for the demon to spout such mean things but, you let him continue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re eager to hear just how far he will go with the disrespect. 
“Yeah, you should be.” Mammon ultimately sighs before stuffing his wallet into his pocket and standing up from the couch. He keeps his eyes glued to the ground, lips pressed together while thinking over his next words. “I just thought you were looking forward to our date as much as I was.” 
He doesn’t do or say anything else as he leaves the room, he merely brushes past you and heads to his door. 
Somehow, that simple action hurt more than his words ever could. 
“He hates me,” You bawl your eyes out, pitifully gasping for air while holding one of Belphie’s pillows to your chest. 
“No, Mammon doesn’t hate you.” Belphegor spits tiredly. He pushes his eye mask off his head before reaching over to pat your shoulder. “He might have been right to call you an idiot if you truly think that.” In their own way, Belphie’s words comfort you a bit and you stubbornly push your tears away with your sleeve. “The idiot just needs reassurance since he’s annoying but, you chose him.” 
Belphie rolls his eyes at the thought of his older brother being the object of your affection. He doesn’t really care but, it’s tiring to hear the demon gloat about it all the time. 
“Don’t worry too much about it.” He yawns, stretching his limbs for a few seconds before snuggling back into his blanket. “Let’s take a nap. 
You don’t get much sleep despite Belphie’s suggestion, instead, you do the complete opposite as you sit and think. It’s one thing to have Mammon mad at you but, to be disappointed? His anger seems much more preferable in comparison because you know he would never get angry with you (since he does love you and all). 
He does still love you, right?
In the face of confrontation, you usually run in the opposite direction with your tail between your legs. Why on earth are you now heading straight for the charming face of the secondborn?
You don’t even acknowledge Belphie’s lazy protests as you push his door open and head straight for Mammon’s room. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say to him, or what you want to say to him, as you shove your way into his secluded space. 
At the intruding noise of your arrival, Mammon pops his head up from the couch. At the sight of you, his shoulders drop and he lets his gaze fade toward somewhere else. Seeing him stare at the floor is nothing new, but you hate that he won’t look you in the eye. 
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” You try to keep your voice as level as you can but it’s impossible to do when it starts getting harder to breathe. Your throat has closed in and the pounding of your heart has become erratic, the room is now much hotter than before and you don’t even hear the sound of Mammon calling your name. All you can focus on are the tears on your cheeks and the thumping pain in your temple. “I didn’t mean to-”
Stress is always why you avoid confrontation but you just had to make sure he still loved you. 
“Oi!” Mammon quickly pushes himself off of the couch and is in front of you in seconds. “Hey, hey,” He murmurs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. “stop cryin’. It’s okay.” His heart aches when you shake your head. “Yes, it is. It is.” There’s something gentle about his voice, how he coos and tries to hush your cries. “I’m so sorry, human, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.” 
As smoothly as he can be, the demon wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you into his chest. 
“I’m not mad anymore, never really was, I was just scared.” He places his chin on the top of your head while his hands gently rub soothing circles against your back. Mammon hates to see you cry and hates to see you upset. “It’s just- I was just jealous and lonely!” His heart aches at your cries and he starts to think that he has deserved every punishment he has ever received in the past. The demon can only pray that his touch will be enough to comfort you, to make the hurt stop.
“Listen. I love you, human, don’t ever forget that.”
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nanawritesit · 4 months
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Obey Me! Dateables: Dating a fem!MC with a Kid (Platonic w/ Luke)
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Characters: Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon
TW: mother!reader, light cursing, kissing, mentions of food, Solomon suggestively calls reader mommy bc he’s Solomon
Y/D/N = Your daughter’s name
Y/S/N = Your son’s name
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Diavolo:
You were walking up the steps of the palace, your suitcase in one hand and your tiny daughter’s hand in the other. After you and Diavolo had made your relationship official, he insisted on moving you and your daughter into the palace. The brothers were sad to see the two of you leave the House of Lamentation, but knew you’d be well taken care of at the palace. Diavolo would make absolute sure of that.
“Dia!” your daughter cheered as you entered the palace, releasing your hand and running up to your boyfriend.
He chuckled and knealt down with his arms stretched out to catch her, then lifted her up in the air and twirled her around. “Hello my little princess!”
You smiled warmly at how affectionate he was with your child, making your way over to them.
He shifted your daughter to rest on his hip, holding her with one arm, and wrapped the other around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And hello to my beautiful queen.”
“Diavolo, we’re not even married yet.” you laughed.
“As if that diminishes my affection for you.” he scoffed playfully.
“Dia! I want to see my new room!” your daughter cried, tapping his shoulder repeatedly.
“Okay, okay, let’s go upstairs!” he decreed, motioning you all up the grand staircase.
“What about the rest of our stuff?” you asked. There was still a full truck full of your belongings that needed to be brought inside.
“The movers will bring it all in love. It’s alright.” he chuckled, taking your hand.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being waited on.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.
“I will!” your daughter declared. You both laughed at her enthusiasm before walking down a long hallway to your daughter’s new bedroom. Diavolo set her down and opened the door, flourishing his arm to show off the room. You and your daughter both gasped.
“Oh my gosh! I love it!” your little girl squealed, running inside.
The bedroom was a little girl’s dream. There was a huge pink lace canopy bed, a wall of stuffed animals, a walk in closet full of pretty clothes, a tv and gaming area, and a chest chocked full of toys.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s enough to start out.” your boyfriend beamed next to you.
You whipped your head around to gawk at him. “Are you kidding? This is more than enough. In fact, she doesn’t need all of this.”
“Yes I do!” your daughter refuted, jumping up into her enormous bed.
You were about to argue, but Diavolo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked into his eyes which were sparkling with sincerity. “We’ll talk about it later.” he whispered.
You nodded, sighing as you looked around the room. Of course, you wanted your little girl to have the best, but you also didn’t want her turning into a spoiled princess.
Later on, after unpacking all of your belongings and eating a fantastic dinner served by Barbatos, you had put your daughter to sleep and were unwinding in your new master suite with Diavolo. He was undressing at the bed and you were going through your nightly routine at your vanity.
“So, can we talk about you spoiling my daughter rotten now?” you laughed, only half serious.
“Yes, my love.” he smiled, removing his tie. “I know it’s a bit much. But I just want you guys to have the life you deserve.”
“We already do Diavolo.” you grinned, turning around to face him. “We’re healthy, and happy, and we’re together. That’s enough.”
He smiled affectionately, walking over and kneeling down in front of you to grab your hands. He looked you in the eye before he continued. “If you’re worried about her becoming a spoiled brat, don’t worry. There’s ways we can teach her to be humble and have gratitude. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll remain kind and compassionate towards others.”
You blushed slightly at his compliment, looking down at your lap. “I just don’t want her thinking that the life I gave her before wasn’t good enough.” you practically whispered, voice trembling slightly.
“Oh, my love…” he sighed, gripping onto your hands sympathetically. “That won’t happen. One day she’ll understand the sacrifices you’ve made for her in the past. But she’s just a girl now. I promise you, everything will be okay.”
“Okay, I believe you.” you exhaled with a small smile.
“That’s my queen.” he praised, kissing you on the forehead. He then hoisted you up from your chair and carried you over to the bed. You were giggling and feigning protest the whole time, until he tossed you into the bed and crawled over top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, the last one being on your lips. “I’m going to take such good care of you both. I promise.”
You sighed in contentment, ruffling his auburn hair. “I love you so much, my wonderful Lord.”
“I love you too, my beautiful queen.”
Solomon:
“Solomon! Mommy!” your son cheered when he saw you walk through the entrance of his daycare. He began to run over to you with his arms outstretched.
You giggled at his enthusiasm, kneeling down to catch him. You picked him up and placed him on your hip, looking at him with an affectionate grin. “Did you have a good day today?”
Your little boy nodded, then glanced between the two of you. “Did you guys have fun at school?”
Solomon chuckled mischievously before answering him. “Yes we did, especially mommy.”
You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder lightly. “Hush, Simeon! He doesn’t need to know about that.”
“About what?” your son asked you curiously.
“Nothing honey, come on, let’s go.” you told him, making your way out of the day care with a snickering Solomon slinking behind you.
“Mommy made something explode in potions class today.” Solomon blurted out, catching up with you on the sidewalk. You whipped your head around and glared at him, setting your son down.
“Really mommy? That sounds so cool!” he marveled excitedly.
“It was not cool, honey…” you explained, brushing his hair out of his face. “Mommy needs to brew a successful potion in order to pass the class.” You grabbed your sons’ hand to cross the street, and he instinctively reached for Solomon’s at the same time. He always wanted to be between the two of you so you could swing him up in the air.
“Well, Solomon’s a good sorcerer!” your son giggled between jumps. “Why don’t you have him teach you, mommy?”
“Yeah honey, why don’t you?” your boyfriend teased, glancing over at you with a shit-eating grin.
You bit your tongue to keep from snapping at him in front of your child. “Because, dearest boyfriend of mine, I want to pass the class on my own. I’m never going to be a good sorcerer if I always have to rely on Solomon.” you explained through gritted teeth.
“Well, I think you’re a great sorcerer, mommy!” your son praised, looking up at you admiringly. “But there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help.”
You winced at how sweet your little boy way, kneeling down to take his face in your hands and place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Y/S/N. You’re so sweet and helpful.”
“He gets it from his mother.” Solomon grinned, smiling down at you with sincerity.
You looked up at him, trying to hide the smile that crept its way up your face. You then turned back to your son. “Come on honey, let’s go get some dinner.” you told him, taking his hand and leading him down the sidewalk.
“Or I could make us dinner!” Solomon suggested.
“NO!” you and your child both exclaimed in unison. The three of you all stared at each other blankly for a moment, then burst out into laughter.
“Mommy, can I run to the end of the street?” Y/S/N asked you. You nodded, letting him run off excitedly.
“So, are you going to let me teach you that potion?” Solomon smirked, putting an arm around your waist.
“Fine, fine, you can teach me.” you sighed defeatedly, leaning into his touch. “But I get to decide what we do after.” you winked suggestively.”
“Of course. Anything you want, mommy.”
Barbatos:
Barbatos walked into his bedroom to see his two favorite girls in the entire world curled up in his bed fast asleep. He slowly crept over to your side and sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face as he admired your sleeping features. He then gently leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you shuffle awake.
“Good morning, my darling.” he smiled warmly, placing a hand on your cheek. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Awh, you didn’t have to do that, darling…” you pouted affectionately, placing a hand over his.
“It’s alright, really. With Lord Diavolo away on business, it’s no trouble making breakfast for the three of us.” he reassured you.
You rolled over and shook your daughter awake. She sleepily squinted open her eyes, glancing at the two of you. “Good morning mommy. Good morning Barbie.”
You both chuckled at her nickname for him.
“I’ve made your favorite blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, Miss Y/D/N.” Barbatos told her with a grin.
“Oh yay! Thank you Barbie!” she cheered, immediately springing up out of bed and running to the kitchen.
Barbatos laughed at her antics over his shoulder, then turned back around to face you. He opened his mouth to suggest following her, however he never got to do so, as you had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down on top of you, crashing your lips against him.
“What was that for?” he asked, cheeks turning a shade of light pink.
“For being such an amazing boyfriend, and treating my daughter so well.” you told him with a smirk.
“You don’t have to thank me for either of those things.” he grinned sincerely, shaking his head slightly. “I consider them a privilege.”
“Don’t speak too soon. I think Y/D/N wants to have a tea party today.” you giggled, pushing him off of you to get out of bed.”
“Hey, I happen to think I look fantastic in a tiara and a feather boa!” he shouted behind you, chasing you down the hall playfully. You squealed as you ran away from him, until he caught you and twirled you around in his arms. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, yelling away slowly.
“Can you guys please stop kissing and come eat breakfast with me?!” your little girl scowled from the entrance to the kitchen. You both just chuckled, letting Barbatos carry you into the kitchen and plop you down in your chair next to him.
Luke:
“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Asmo whined from the doorway. You glared over at him, your son still in your arms.
“In a minute. I need to say goodbye to my little boy.” you practically hissed.
“I’m sorry…” he pouted, backing off. “But Thirteen has the limo waiting outside!”
“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” you told him, softening slightly.
Asmodeus and Thirteen had insisted on taking you out for a “girls’ night’ saying that you worked too hard and needed a night of fun. You were happy to go, although you were a little nervous about leaving your son for the night. However, the fact that Luke offered to babysit made you feel a lot better. The two were practically best friends, and Luke was highly responsible with him.
“I’m here!” Luke suddenly chimed from the doorway. He took in your glamorous appearance for a moment. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”
“Awh, thanks Luke!” you smiled, standing up and adjusting your dress. “Your timing is impeccable, I was just about to head out.”
“Hi Luke!” your son cheered, running over to him and hugging his knees.
“Hi Y/S/N! Are you ready to have some fun together while mommy is out?” Luke asked him, patting his back.
“Yes! You can go now mommy.” your son instructed, pushing you out the door.
“Okay, okay, one second baby!” you laughed, gripping onto the doorway in protest. “Thank you so much for doing this Luke. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble at all! I love this little guy!” the angel beamed, waving to you. “Now go have fun!”
You had a great time at the club, until it was time to leave and Asmo and Thirteen were shit-faced. You were sober of course, being immune to the effects of Demonus, and had dragged them back to Purity Hall with you. You decided it would be too hard to get them back to their own separate houses and threw them into your guest room together. After tucking them in, you made your way down the hall to Luke’s room.
You slowly creaked the door open and tiptoed in to see Luke passed out on the bed next to your son. Ever since you arrived in the Devildom, your son didn’t like sleeping alone. Luke knew this, and offered to have a “sleepover” with him in his bedroom so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed asking to sleep with him.
You smiled affectionately at the sight of the two of them so peacefully asleep next to one another. You crept over to the bed and placed a small kiss on both of their foreheads. “Goodnight, my sweet boys.” you whispered. You then walked across the hall to go knock on Simeon’s door and ask if you could bunk with him for the night.
Simeon:
“Alright, wash your hands sweetie!” Simeon instructed, placing a stool against the sink for your daughter to stand on.
“Okay Simey!” she replied, hopping up to do as he said.
You smiled as you tied your apron around your waist. Simeon had bought matching ones for the three of you specifically for this occasion.
Your daughter was obsessed with Simeon’s baking. To her, his desserts were the best in the universe. And she honestly wasn’t wrong. A few days ago, while you were all eating the cupcakes he made, your daughter asked if he could teach her how he made them. Simeon, who absolutely adored your daughter, was happy to oblige, and now that it was the weekend, here you were doing so.
“Mommy! Wash your hands too!” your little girl instructed you.
“Okay, I’m coming!” you chuckled, tying your hair up quickly before rushing over to the sink.
“Alright, are we all clean?” Simeon asked, drying his hands. You both nodded. “Okay, let’s move over to the counter and start on the batter!”
You scooted your daughters’ stool over so she could help, placing her between the two of you. Simeon began going through the recipe, teaching your daughter how to measure the ingredients and carefully dump them into the mixing bowl. You were the designated mixer, stirring the batter after each addition.
“You’re a natural, Y/D/N!” Simeon praised your daughter as she measured the sugar all by herself.
“Thanks Simey!” she replied, a happy grin wide on her face. “Mommy’s doing a good job mixing too, isn’t she?”
“Yes she is.” Simeon smiled, looking at you overtop of her head. He shot you a playful wink, making you blush slightly.
“Do you want Simey to teach you how to crack an egg?” you asked your little girl, wiping your hands on your apron.
“Yeah! He does it so cool!” she cheered, glancing over at Simeon excitedly.
He couldn’t help the flustered grin that made its way onto his expression, chuckling as he grabbed the egg carton. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. But it takes a bit of practice to do it well! You have to tap the middle of the egg on the edge of the counter, hard enough to break the shell but light enough so that it won’t explode. Then, you dig your thumbs into the crack and pull the shell apart, letting the egg fall out.” Simeon explained, doing the steps as he said them. The egg landed perfectly into the mixing bowl, making the two of you gasp in awe and applaud him. He did a little bow while laughing, then handed one to Y/D/N. “Your turn.”
“Yay!” your daughter exclaimed, lining the egg up with the end of the counter.
“Just be careful sweetie, don’t-“ you started, but were interrupted by the egg splattering all over the counter. “Hit it too hard…” you sighed in defeat.
“I’m sorry Simey…” your daughter said meekly, glancing up at Simeon with wide, teary eyes.
“Awh, it’s okay sweetie, really!” Simeon reassured her, grabbing a washcloth to wipe up the egg. “You should’ve seen the first egg I ever cracked. Mine exploded so bad that it ended up on the ceiling of Archangel Michael’s kitchen!”
“Wow, really?” she giggled, wiping her eyes with her arm.
“Yeah, really! It’s okay, hardly anyone does it right on the first try.” he explained, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll do the egg cracking just this once, then you can try again next time, okay?”
“Okay Simey!” she smiled. “Can I mix them in, mommy?”
“Sure, sweetie.” you told her, handing her the mixing spoon. Once she was occupied, you looked over at Simeon with an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” you mouthed silently. He nodded with a grin, cracking the rest of the eggs.
Once the batter was done, you poured it into the cupcake liners and placed the tray in the oven. Then you told Y/D/N she could go play for a little bit while you and Simeon washed the dishes.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” you told him, elbows deep in soapy water.
“What do you mean?” he chuckled, glancing over at you as he rinsed a plate.
“You’re so good with Y/D/N. She absolutely adores you.” you explained. “And so do I.”
He pouted affectionately, setting down his dish to pull you in for a hug. He kissed the top of your head lovingly, then each of your cheeks. Finally, he took your face in his wet hands and placed a kiss on your lips, deepening it slightly at the end. “Well I absolutely adore you guys too. I’m the luckiest angel in the world.”
You grinned at him lovingly, then leaned in for another kiss. You didn’t care that your cheeks were wet, or that you were getting soap on his apron. Right now you were simply lost in your love for him.
“The cupcakes will be done soon, love...” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours.
“No, I think they need a few more minutes…” you refuted, pulling him back down by the collar to crash your lips against his once again.
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loveydovey-leviathan · 4 months
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"and i'd give up forever to touch you"
simeon x gn!reader
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simeon had always tried his best to be a good angel. for himself, for luke, for all the others who look up to him. he followed the rules, never spoke out of line, and did what he was told. he had carved his way into the heart of the celestial realm and he had intended to stay.
but then the brothers fell and he realised that maybe the place he called home wasn't as perfect as it seemed. he started questioning certain laws and rules, wondering if casting the outcasts out was truly the right thing to do. his questions had him demoted, and he became an archangel. still high-ranking, of course, but he knew what it meant. it was a warning from the higher-ups and simeon took it to heart, making sure to keep his thoughts to himself, back to being the good little angel.
he thought he was done with his act of rebellion all those years ago, but then he met you and suddenly he didn't know what was right anymore. the process was slow and steady, just like the books he writes and he found himself falling for the very essence of you, your smile, your eyes, the way your hugs felt, how you love, how you care. you were the most beautiful thing he ever had the fortune of meeting- of seeing.
he questions himself at times, wonders if you're really worth the pain that will come forth and what he'll lose if he does something irreversible. the warnings and his demoted status are proof of what could happen and loving you like this was a dangerous slope. you are human, and simeon is desperate-- but then a single passing glance and a slight wave in the hallways of rad were all it took to dispel of these thoughts, cemented how he felt and what he would do for you. he no longer questions the laws of his home because he knew he'd break them all if it meant you'd live happily.
he finally knew why lilith did what she did, because if it was for you, he too would give up everything he had ever worked towards. his rank as an archangel, his power, his heart; he'd give up anything.
he thought he knew what heaven was but being by your side felt like so much more. you were the smell of dew in the rainy mornings, the moonlight against the ocean, the burn of tea against his tongue and the warmth in his chest that comes after. it isn't an exaggeration when he says that he'd give up forever to touch you.
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another-lost-mc · 1 year
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Saying Something Stupid Like "I Love You"
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Simeon decides to send his beloved a long-awaited confession of his feelings. Unfortunately, he's never been good with technology.
SIMEON x gn!Reader 2.6k Words | SFW | Angst with a Happy Ending | Misunderstandings Content Warnings: Mentions of drinking/getting drunk. A/N: This was my contribution to the Simeon 2023 Birthday Collab (original submission post and AO3 link).
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Simeon groaned in frustration and tossed another crumpled paper into the waste basket under his desk. Despite being a famous writer, he spent the past hour struggling to write a simple, coherent letter confessing his feelings to you.
There was a special event taking place in the Devildom soon, and he was struck by inspiration to confess his feelings - finally, after admiring them in silence for so long - and hope they would accept his offer to be his date. The eager anticipation resulted in dozens of abandoned letters in his trash filled with mistakes: numerous instances of misspelling your name or his own; shaky penmanship that left parts of the letter completely illegible; and at times he pressed so hard on the paper that the pen tip poked through.
Simeon glanced warily at the computer pushed back against the edge of his desk. He was horrible with those contraptions, but spellchecker was such a handy tool that it made it worthwhile to type up drafts of his TSL work. He wanted a more personal touch for his invitation to you and chose a handwritten letter instead. Unfortunately, he was spiraling into frustration and wanted the weight of his confession off his shoulders.
With some reluctance, he reached across the desk and pulled the keyboard closer. His fingers flew across the keys, and before he knew it, he had typed his invitation to you - complete with his confession of his feelings for you too - and read it over twice for spelling errors.
Satisfied, he opened up the Dmail app and attached his letter to a blank email. He tapped quickly on his contacts and added your email address. The screen froze for a moment while the attachment finished uploading. When he hit “Send,” he smiled in satisfaction. He decided he would cook for Luke and Solomon tonight; he was in the mood to celebrate. He shut off his computer (with only minor difficulty) and walked to the kitchen with a spring in his step.
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CHAT: The Demon Brothers (7)
Levi: WTF is this?
Satan: What’s wrong?
Levi: Have you checked your Dmail lately? Simeon sent something sooo cringey to all of us!
Satan: Let me take a look.
Beelzebub: I get the feeling this wasn’t meant for me, but I’ll go to the festival with him if he wants. The food is going to be amazing.
Belphegor: I have a feeling this email definitely wasn’t meant for you.
Satan: I agree. Did he send this to all of us by accident?
Levi: LMAO!!!! He’s such a noob with technology!
Asmo: Aw, I never knew Simeon had such a sweet side. I’m totally jealous, I would swoon if one of my admirers sent me a love letter like this!
Mammon: Wanna bet who this was meant for? Oh, I bet he’d pay us whatever we want to keep it secret!
Asmo: Ugh! Way to ruin the romance!
Lucifer: Enough. I will call Simeon and speak to him about this. In the meantime, DO NOT mention this to anyone.
Belphegor: Any ideas who this was really meant for? 
Asmo: I’m really curious about that too!
Mammon: Who cares! This is perfect blackmail material!
Satan: I think I know who it’s for.
Levi: Huh? How’d you figure that out?
Satan: We know who he sent it to and it was obviously a mistake. That’s all I’ll say.
Beelzebub: It’s their turn to cook dinner tonight. I’m on my way to the kitchen to see if it’s ready. Should I ask if they got it too?
Mammon: Huh? What about them?
Lucifer: SILENCE. ALL OF YOU.
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Simeon drummed his finger tips against his knee while he read the same page of his book for the sixth time. He made a light lunch for him and Luke - Solomon was busy elsewhere today - and sat in his favorite chair to distract himself. The weight of the DDD in his pocket burned heavily against his leg and the Devildom’s newest bestselling novel couldn’t keep his mind off his confession to you.
An hour ago he felt elated that the feelings he tried to suppress were finally out in the open, but now a new type of worry plagued him: uncertainty. Any angel of his age and status would be familiar with regret - arguably, he’d had more than his fair share compared to most - but exploring these new and wonderful feelings made him feel vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. 
He jumped in his seat when the DDD started to chime with an incoming phone call. He scrambled to keep the book in his lap from tumbling to the floor. He reached into his pocket, barely conscious that he was holding his breath. Simeon’s eyebrows shot up curiously when he saw Lucifer’s name flash across the screen. It wasn’t the phone call he expected, but he always felt a warm feeling when Lucifer took the initiative and reached out to talk to him first despite their rocky past together.
Simeon tapped the screen and held the phone to his ear. “Good afternoon, Lucifer,” he said with a smile. “I hope you’re doing well.” 
There was a pause, the sound of shuffling on the other end of the call. “Yes, good afternoon, Simeon,” Lucifer replied. Another pause. “Have any of my brothers contacted you?”
Simeon ran his finger along the spine of his book. “No, although now that you mention it, some of them sent me some random emoji messages. I assumed they were sent by accident, I know I’ve done the same in the past. Why do you ask?”
Lucifer cleared his throat. “I’ll be blunt. I know about the email you sent earlier today. More accurately, we all do.”
Simeon’s throat suddenly ran dry and he coughed. Clearly he had misheard. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re—“
“The email you attempted to send earlier to a specific individual,” Lucifer interrupted, “was sent to me and my brothers which I assume was a technical error on your part.” He chuckled dryly. “While your letter was very flattering, I realized quickly it wasn’t meant for my eyes and I wanted to make sure you were aware.”
It was difficult for Simeon to think clearly with the muffled roar in his ears. His face burned with embarrassment and his hands felt clammy. He glared at the computer on the table across the room as though it had done this terrible misdeed to him on purpose.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered dejectedly. He wanted to be angry, but all Simeon really felt was defeat. How had his simple plan gone so wrong? “I appreciate you telling me, and if you and the others could keep this to yourselves, that would be for the best. I’ll have to…figure this out,” he said slowly. He needed time to process this unexpected turn of events.
“I can’t guarantee that they won’t attempt to tease you about this, but I have already warned them about the consequences should they do anything beyond that. But Simeon, I think—“ Lucifer paused, and then sighed. “Nevermind. Take care, and please let me know if any of my idiot brothers bother you.”
When the call disconnected, Simeon let the phone slip between his fingers and fall to the plush carpet at his feet. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head. Time seemed to freeze and Simeon couldn’t focus on anything but the burning waves of embarrassment that rippled through him every time he thought about his letter to you. The intimate praise and heartfelt declarations he made felt almost scandalous now that he knew Lucifer and his brothers were aware of the contents.
Despite his awkward handling of technology, his fingers flowed freely against the keys of the keyboard as easily as if they were those of a piano, the deepest wishes of his heart spilling into a digital void and he hoped his words echoed true once they reached their destination. It was difficult not to succumb to regret and doubt now that his plea for your affections had failed; his trials as an angel seemed to pale in comparison to the despair he felt now, as though once again fate had tempted him with something just beyond his reach.
The sound of a door opening nearby jolted Simeon out of his daze. He wiped the dampness from his eyes and stood up hastily, wiping his hands on his slacks and looking around his dimly lit room to make sure nothing was out of place. He bent over and picked up the forgotten DDD on the floor by his feet, and he grimaced when he saw missed notifications flash on the screen. He stuffed the device into his pocket with more force than necessary when a familiar knock rattled his bedroom door.
“We’re back!” Luke beamed at him when he opened his door and poked his head inside. “I picked up ingredients for devil-spiced chili tonight, but you might want to hurry because—“ Luke visibly flinched at the sound of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen. “Solomon said he always wanted to try making it.”
Simeon gave Luke a reassuring ruffle of his hair and followed the younger angel to the kitchen, his personal angst temporarily forgotten as he rushed to salvage their dinner.
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Sun peeked through the gap of his curtains and Simeon woke with a groan. He buried his head into his pillow and tried to go back to sleep, but the faint throbbing in his temples promised a lingering headache he would regret later on.
He stayed up later than usual the night before, staring into the fireplace with a frown while he sipped Demonus and prayed the fiery sweet taste would help dull the pain in his heart. After he finished his first glass, he got up with a sigh and went into the sitting room to retrieve the bottle. Solomon was reading on the sofa and raised his eyebrow when he saw Simeon’s stormy expression.
“Rough night?” the sorcerer asked with a teasing smile.
“You have no idea,” Simeon grumbled under his breath when he retreated back to the dark solace of his bedroom. He poured more dark amber liquid in his glass and embraced the drunken haze that fell over him like a veil.
Simeon sat up and winced at the stiffness in his neck and shoulders. At some point during the night he tried to undress himself for bed but failed miserably; his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled, and one of his socks was missing. He was still wearing his slacks but the belt was unbuckled and loose around his waist.
Simeon swung his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes. The shameful events from the day before came crashing down on him when he heard the familiar ping of his DDD. The sound was muffled, and Simeon started patting his bed trying to find it. He stood up on unsteady legs and glared at the tangled mess of blankets. He grabbed his duvet and threw it behind him, but the device was nowhere to be seen.
“Technology is overrated,” he grumbled to himself. He picked up each of his pillows and tossed them aside. Still no DDD. “It’s probably one of Lucifer’s brothers teasing me,” he guessed bitterly. He grabbed hold of his sheets and raised them with a sharp snap. “I should just get rid of the cursed thing.”
He finally heard a dull thud on the carpet. He glanced down and saw the familiar shape of his DDD hit the floor and bounce underneath the bed. It had stopped pinging with new notifications but morbid curiosity and sheer defiance motivated Simeon to kneel down and reach for it anyway; perhaps destroying it later would make him feel better.
It had rolled just out of reach and he flattened himself against the carpet while he stretched his hand towards it. His fingers brushed the smooth surface but he swore when a loud knock on his bedroom startled him and caused him to jerk suddenly. His head hit the bed frame and he accidentally knocked the DDD further out of reach.
Simeon was frustrated and muttering angrily by the time he pulled himself out from under the bed and stalked across the room. He practically ripped the door open, but the curse on the tip of his tongue died in his throat when he saw your concerned face staring back at him.
You glanced at him nervously, eyes darting between his rumpled clothing and the room behind him where his bedding was scattered all over the floor. “Is this a bad time? I wanted to talk to you but I can come back later.”
Simeon acknowledged your generous opportunity to escape for what it was, but he supposed he had to face his faults sooner or later. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You walked past him when he moved aside, and he closed the door so he could suffer his continued humiliation in private.
“I tried to call you but you didn’t answer,” you said apologetically.
“I dropped my phone,” was his response, and he realized how silly it sounded a moment too late. “I’m not the best company today,” he admitted while he tried to smooth down the wrinkles of his shirt. He was suddenly very aware of his poor appearance and he could only imagine what you must think of him, seeing him in such a haphazard state.
Simeon froze when he felt your fingers brush against his face. When had he started crying? He couldn’t make out the expression on your tear-blurred face.
“Is this about your letter?” you asked quietly. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and he knew they must’ve felt his skin grow hot when he blushed.
Simeon bit his lip bashfully. He covered your hands beneath his own, enjoying the feeling of your fingers nearly entwined with his. “Who told you?” he whispered thickly around the lump in his throat.
“Lucifer sent it to me last night,” you admitted, “but I wanted to give you my response in person.”
Simeon felt the warmth of your body against his own when you leaned against him, a comforting presence that helped keep him steady on his feet. He braced himself for the worst and nodded that he was listening.
You couldn’t help but smile sadly at the look of anxious anticipation on Simeon’s face. “I don’t like the feeling that I make you nervous,” you said. You pulled their hands away from Simeon’s tear-stained cheeks and wrapped your arms around his waist instead.
Simeon leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “I find myself lost, wandering in unfamiliar territory when it comes to my feelings for you,” he sighed, lips grazing your skin. He answered your hug with his own, his limbs growing heavy with exhaustion as he gave up trying to wear a mask of brave indifference. 
You pulled back enough to catch his gaze with your own. “I love you,” you said with a smile that started shy and soft, but grew wide and radiant when Simeon blinked at you in surprise. Simeon’s only response was a sob that quickly morphed into relieved and delighted laughter. His hold on you tightened and you held each other in his warm, sunlit room.
In a moment of clarity, Simeon pondered that perhaps technology wasn’t so bad after all.
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bloomries · 1 year
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can you make a scenario where simeon lies his head on mc's lap and mc is stroking his hair and twirling it <3
STUDY BUDDY
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﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes  : simeon (obey me).
﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis  : a study group that ends up with sleepy solomon laying his head in your lap and taking a nice little nap.
﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings  : 2nd person pov. gn! reader. featuring solomon & asmodeus. is this just several paragraph of mc being absolutely in love with simeon? yes, yes it is.
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"A study group?" You repeat, looking at the text Solomon just sent. Details on where and when to meet for a 'study group.' You glanced up at him, suspicious, but he just put his hands up in defense wearing that usual smug smile.
"I was just simply suggesting a way we could help each other. I've already invited Simeon, too." Your glare softens at the mention of Simeon. If Solomon notices it, he doesn't tease you for it this time. "Anyways, I know you're failing Alchemy, so just come, won't you?" And with that, he's disappearing into the crowd of RAD students.
Well, you suppose you should go— if only for Simeon's sake. You fear what Solomon would do in your absence.
Much to your surprise (not really), the study group falls apart the second Asmodeus arrives. Asmo is much more preoccupied with catching up with Solomon, leaving you and Simeon to try and study, but that soon fails as Simeon lets out a yawn.
"Are you tired? We can stop for today," You suggest, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Simeon gives you an apologetic smile.
"Are you sure that's alright? I don't want to-" Another cute yawn cuts him off, and your heart squeezes in your chest. It was like watching a kitten yawn. Too adorable.
"I'm sure!" You say, scooting back and patting your lap. "You can rest here!" As soon as you say it, embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. Ah, was that too forward, or perhaps too cringy?
You're not unaware of the silence coming from Asmodeus and Solomon at your words. They're watching like hawks. Thankfully Simeon doesn't notice their intense gaze, nor does he feel awkward about your offer!
Simeon thanks you as he lays his head against your lap, his breath hitching for but a moment as your fingers instinctually begin to play with his hair. It's not the first time Simeon's laid his head in your lap, or vise versa, but it certainly feels just as intimate. He lets out a soft sigh as you begin to stroke at the soft, silky strands.
Despite your increasing heart rate, the moment is incredibly peaceful and serene. Entangling and curling the strands of hair with your fingers, soft snores begin to escape from Simeon. Had he fallen asleep that quickly? Truth be told, Simeon had been so comfortable before. It was like the warmest of blankets had landed atop of him, like he was laying on the plushest of beds and pillows, like he had drank some warm milk right before bed. Of course he had fallen asleep!
Though the tranquility of the moment fades as Asmodeus lets out a little whistle.
"Well aren't you two adorable?" He teases, already snapping pictures of the cute moment, and making sure to send them all to you.
"They're really made for each other," Solomon snickered. You shoot him a glare and shush him.
"Both of you quiet. If you ruin this moment for me I'll make sure to curse you both so terribly that-" Simeon shifted in his sleep, turning his head in your lap, and you froze almost instantly. Once he had gone back to peaceful slumber, you eye the two giggling men with death glares. "Anyways, be quiet or leave. I have Sleeping Beauty to look over."
And not once had you stopped the relaxing motion of playing with his hair.
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﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!
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devildom-moss · 3 months
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Request for a year anniversary: congrats on the milestone! I always enjoy your content. I would love a barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and diavolo domestic fluff fic or HCs. Dealer choice if they’re broken up into separate fics or all HCs or a series. Ty for all that you do!
Technically, the requests are only for one pair, ship, or trio. I have already posted some domestic fluff headcanons for Solomon, so I used a random number generator to select one of the other characters, since I assume you meant individually with MC. I got #2 (Simeon), which worked out since I don't currently have any Simeon requests (I think). Sorry about that, but I hope that's fine.
1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW
(Simeon x gn!MC)
Prompt 12 - Your choice: Domestic Fluff
Domestic!Simeon, who runs baths with sweet-smelling salts for you and only occasionally gets in the bath with you, usually with his bare chest pressed against your back as you sit between his legs. Sometimes he’ll even invite himself into your shower just to wash your hair for you and take in the sight of water running down your skin. He loves to place kisses on your freshly cleansed skin, as if he can’t stand the idea that you might have washed his love down the drain.
Domestic!Simeon, who prepares meals for you whenever you let him. He loves to feed you, and he’s especially fond of sending you out with homemade lunches, knowing that not only will you have a quality meal, but that everyone will know you have someone who loves you enough to prepare food for you. Simeon also adores when you do lunch exchanges, preparing each other’s meals.
Domestic!Simeon, who insists on spending time with you in the kitchen at least once a week regardless of your culinary experience. If you’re bad at cooking, he takes it as an opportunity to slowly teach you. Simeon cherishes the time spent preparing food or drinks as a couple. He also uses these moments as an excuse for some physical intimacy: gentle kisses between steps in a recipe, sweetly cleaning each other’s skin when messes occur, one of you holding the other from behind as they work.
Domestic!Simeon, who typically wakes up before you. The kitchen always smells like coffee when you get up – usually with undertones of whatever bread or pastry Simeon has warmed up that morning. Don’t worry, as soon as Simeon heard you start to move around in the bedroom, he started to warm up a pastry/bread for you and put on a fresh pot of coffee (if you drink it. If not, he might prepare a cup of tea or something instead) “Everything will be ready in a minute, sweetheart.” For now, just give him a good morning kiss – and, no, he doesn’t care if your breath stinks right now.
Domestic!Simeon, who only stays in bed late when he knows neither of you have anywhere to be that morning. He’ll snuggle into your arms or hold you to his chest. He would pepper you in kisses and whisper words of love against your skin. (Suggestive: And if you’re in the mood, he’ll take his time making love to you until you’re utterly satisfied.)
Domestic!Simeon, who watches movies with you on the couch, bundled in blankets, some nights. He’ll prep food and/or buy snacks ahead of time. Sometimes, you’ll both fall asleep on the couch that night, cuddling each other close. You might wake up a little sore, but it feels worth it.
Domestic!Simeon, who crawls onto your lap while you’re working or reading when he’s had a bad day. You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to try to comfort him. Just being in your arms for a while, with his head resting against your body, is enough. He takes comfort in listening to your heartbeat.
Domestic!Simeon, who hides love notes around the house for you whenever he feels his love bubbling up and can’t figure out how else to let it out. They’ll be in random places, too: inside that box of cereal you opened the other day and haven’t finished; inside the egg carton; taped to the side of an unopened tissue box, waiting for you to need a replacement; in that book you picked up last month and forgot to finish – right where you left off; in the pocket of your favorite jacket or pair of pants. He doesn’t even remember where they’re all at, and he isn’t particularly bothered if you don’t find it or accidentally ruin the note before you have a chance to read it; he just had too much love to contain in his body.
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nalairin · 1 year
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Happy early birthday mr.sinful shoulders— I mean Simeon
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officialdaydreamer00 · 3 months
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im bad at wrting letters aaa
so *ahem* dearest star child please accept this gift and my regards to my beloved
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dearest simeon,
i hope you are doing well at this time, although you may not exist in my world, you have brought me constant comfort and joy. i wish you all the best,
love, sapphire
ps: ily <3
pps for the star child a little extra thing ;)
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*eyes sparkles and accepts the offerings* of course!! ^-^
To my beloved Gemstone,
I am glad to have received your letter. Have you been taking care of yourself? I heard it is still winter in the human world, so I assume your world is, too.
I am doing just fine here, thank you for asking. It is a pity we cannot meet, not officially that is, I would love to give you a hug. But alas, I could only watch over you through the screen. I am glad my presence brings you comfort and joy nonetheless, it seems I did my job well as your guardian angel.
My adoration know no bounds when it comes to you, my dear. I wish this year brings you utmost happiness and luck. Perhaps I could still be your guardian angel, if you will have me.
Sincerely yours,
Simeon
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babybeel · 1 year
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— yes to heaven - lana del ray ♪
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tender lips are sealed against your own, curved into a pleasant smile as your breaths merge, chests heaving. the burning of your lungs comes slow, steadily building until you and simeon are forced to part, foreheads pressed together in poor semblance of your previous connection. still, skin to skin, the intimate moment is maintained, bubble not yet popped.
simeon lets out a fond chuckle at your flustered state, lips red and puffy, eyes dazed and unfocused. you can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed, too enraptured by the otherworldly lightness of his laughter, an angel through and through. you’re already certain the other celestial beings pale in comparison to him.
the pair of you have spoken about it before, in soft murmurs and hushed whispers. saying yes, announcing your relationship, visiting the celestial realm together. all a pleasant dream that neither of you can wait to come true, pausing only to make sure the time is right. you’re already inundated with the exchange programme, solomon’s apprenticeship and the constant schemes you find yourself in with the seven brothers. nothing you would yet change.
you begin to seek simeon once more before your mind can clear and your breathing can even out again, lips chasing his touch. love blooms in your heart, beating through your bloodstream until it fills every last bit of your body.
simeon’s always surprised how quickly he loses his refined demeanour around you, fingertips running along your jaw, immediately raising goosebumps all over. along the length of your arms and up the back of your neck. you sigh, melty warm as you lean further into simeon, only ever wanting to be closer and closer and closer.
maybe, simeon thinks as your chest presses to his own, the celestial realm is an unnecessary trip, because this feels a lot like heaven to him.
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ducking-quack · 1 year
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I can’t stop thinking about the time someone told me that freckles and beauty marks were meant to be angel kisses
I cant stop imagining Simeon’s or Raphael’s lover being covered in them,
some on spots like the cheek or forehead, inner forearm and shoulders, then others where the sun don’t shine
Or when people say moles and beauty marks are kisses of past lovers
Like imagining throughout your entire lifetimes, you were always meant to be with Simeon or Raphael or both then your body is covered head to toe with some kind of beauty mark
Then you fine odd ones like some on your knee because after skidding your knee and putting on a bandaid you made them kiss it better, or on your elbows after bumping them so hard that you needed a kiss to make it better or middle of your back has a cluster of them because they’d give you a peck and cuddles into your back
Or after figuring out that their kisses left marks on your skin, they’d kiss constellations into your skin in hopes to find you in your next life
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everlasting-elegy · 2 years
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Swapped! AU (Luke, Simeon, Solomon)
It's the long awaited finale, lads! The final characters for the Swapped AU. Thanks for all the support and love for the headcanons, I didn't expect everyone to enjoy it so much!! I hope you guys enjoy this post as well~
What would the characters in Obey Me be like in a world where they are players of the game and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.8k
Luke
Luke tells everyone he downloaded Obey Me out of sheer curiosity. No, he did not download it to try and bond with the brothers, stop saying that. He just thought it looked nice, he swears on it-
With the bright colours and cool aesthetics, Luke quickly got deeper into the rabbit hole of Obey Me. You became his favourite character in a heartbeat. Even if you don't look tough, you definitely seem like that and super cool at least to him. He wants to be just like you!
As such, he spent a couple of weeks trying to emulate you. Wearing your style of clothes and trying to talk like you. He wanted everyone to think he was cool and he thought you were the prime example of it
Luke has cried from the main plot multiple times. Although the story is often funny and not much is shown explicitly on screen, the thought of curses and monsters sometimes gives him nightmares if he plays the game too late in the night. Those times he has to go to Simeon’s room for comfort
Wants to give you all the hugs! He may not be the tallest person around but whenever something bad happens to you in game he wants to swoop in and protect you. He hates seeing your sad face
Unfortunately, you’ve made Luke become a master procrastinator. If unattended, he will be grinding the game instead of doing whatever homework assigned to him. It got so bad that Simeon or Solomon always have to be present as he studies
His favourite card of yours has a pastel, tea party aesthetic. Pastries laid on a table, large plushies and side characters accompanying you, wearing light coloured formal gear. You’re inviting the camera to take a seat beside you and he really wants to join!
Luke also loves scrolling through fan art with a similar aesthetic. He just loves seeing you smiling, laughing and having a great time with other characters, away from the actual darkness of the main plot
Has cooked your favourite food and baked various cookies with themes to you. As much as he loves sharing his cooking at times he can get a little possessive with the foods he’s made for you, wanting to keep it all to himself
Luke is a responsible spender and he has Simeon supervising him, so anything he buys related to you is few and far between but very meaningful to him. He likes the pastel themed merchandise of you, including a set of baking utensils in your favourite colour
“I’m so sorry to hear you had a bad day, Luke,” Simeon offered a sympathetic smile as he kept the front door open for Luke to stomp in petulantly. “I can organise Solomon to come over and we can spend the night watching movies to take your mind off of things. How’s that?”
Luke took a moment to think before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I want some time alone in my room. And don’t come in!”
Simeon blinked in surprise as Luke hurried off to his room. Simeon was always one to respect the wishes of his loved ones, but Luke’s outburst piqued his interest. Just because he couldn’t come in doesn’t mean he could try and hear what’s happening from the outside…
After packing items away and suitably Solomon-proofing the kitchen for his arrival later today, Simeon tiptoed his way to Luke’s room to try and overhear what was happening. Through the door, the muffled tune of Obey Me’s home screen was playing.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you’re back. Did you have a good day?”
“I didn’t (Y/N), it was such a bad day! The first bad thing was with Mammon calling me a chihuahua. First of all, I’m not a chihuahua-”
Simeon stifled a giggle as the boy ranted on about his day, his screen supposedly listening in. He knew Luke had grown attached to the pixels on the screen that made up the character (Y/N) but he didn’t realise just how much solace Luke found in them.
Eventually there were a few sound effects from tapping on the screen.
“You know, sometimes I don’t understand my friends.”
“Me too! I mean, wait- I don’t think they’re my friends, they’re just my classmates. But they’re kind of cool… in their own way. I want to be like them. And I want them to stop calling me a chihuahua.”
A few more taps yet again.
“Don’t worry, if anything’s troubling you, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, always.”
“You’re the best, (Y/N)! Thanks for listening to my rant… Solomon’s going to be coming over today. I wish you could join us too…”
Before Luke could get more moody, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The boy audibly yelped before hurriedly turning off his phone as Simeon opened the door.
“Did you have a nice conversation with your friend?” Simeon asked teasingly.
“H-huh?! How much did you hear?”
“Oh, not much. Only all of it.”
“Simeon!” Luke whined as he grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and stuffing his face into the fabric to hide his growing blush.
Simeon
Downloaded the game when Lucifer was complaining about his brothers’ growing addiction to it. What better way than to understand how they feel than by downloading the game himself? Is what he tells himself but he can’t help but be a little cheeky to Lucifer
Even if you weren’t a character in the game, Simeon likely would keep playing because it was just such an interesting premise. He’s initially oblivious about how he appreciates you more than just an integral character to the plot, but once it hits it hits hard
Once he realises just how much he loves you, any line you say that offers even the slightest flirty tone has Simeon turning the phone screen away from him as he tries to hide his flustered face
Thought you were a real person at first due to the text feature, or there was at least someone real portraying you. Of course him only having set responses was weird but he didn’t know any better. When he realised you were just lines of code, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined
He fails your surprise guest event, repeatedly. No matter how many times you pay him a visit he still fails the event more than he succeeds and it breaks his heart. Solomon took pity and bought a whole bunch of your favourite items on Simeon’s account (even then Simeon’s success rate is depressingly low)
Simeon is enthralled with all your cards that portray you as suspicious and morally grey. With bright lighting in some areas casting dark, contrasting shadows over your face, wearing a knowing smirk as you look to the camera, finger pressed to your lips to make Simeon swear his silence
Likely has discussions with Satan, theory crafting and dissecting your character further. The two together are an unstoppable force when it comes to understanding you and Simeon will gladly contact the developers to help aid the plot under his pen name
Regardless, Simeon contributes to the fandom with fanfiction. He’s made a few AUs and just loves writing intense pieces of fiction about you and tensions with other characters. Still, he can’t help but be a little self-indulgent and write some self inserts and xReader fics
Simeon isn’t really one for official merchandise, but he has bought some fan creations that feel more personalised. In particular a fountain pen designed to your theme, that’s only kept on display remains unused
“Oh, good day Solomon,” Simeon chirped, wearing his gentle smile. “I was wondering if you were going to drop by, Luke’s been missing you.”
“Sorry, I’ve been caught up in learning a new spell,” Solomon responded in kind with a smile of his own. In the living room, he took a seat by a coffee table, opposite Simeon. The two were engulfed in silence for a few moments as Simeon waited for his guest to start a conversation, but Solomon couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were caught up in something else. The uncanny feeling of being watched that sent electricity down his spine. Simeon may be in front of him, but there was another presence here… he turned his head to survey the area.
Solomon stared in disbelief as his eyes settled on the hunched over figure in the corner of the room.
“Don’t mind him,” Simeon waved his hand dismissively, smile widening as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “He’s been like that for an hour now. I think he’s trying to get the confidence to walk closer but when I approach him he scuttles away.”
“First… you tell me you’re Christopher Peugot… the author behind The Seven Lords,” Leviathan started, voice distant as he rambled. In fetal position in the dark corner of the living room, he rocked back and forth with his head in his hands. “And now you’re telling me you’re Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser on Devilblr?! Creator of all the best angst fanfics with the cast and the fluffiest one shots with (Y/N) and who wrote the legendary slow burn series in a royalty AU where the reader is in an arranged marriage with emperor (Y/N)?!”
“I must admit, that second pen name sounds far less admirable but it gets the job done,” Simeon chuckled awkwardly, only making Levi scream into his hands. Solomon watched in amusement as Levi started to rush forward.
“Your autograph! NOW!!”
Levi almost tackled Simeon save for him narrowly dodging with a laugh.
“Of course, let me get some paper-”
“No wait, I’ve got a (Y/N) poster, let me get it from the home!”
Levi dashed out of the room and Solomon turned to Simeon with raised eyebrows.
“Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser?” Solomon mused, smirk widening as Simeon rubbed the back of his head, looking away as heat climbed to his face. “My, you live many double lives, don’t you Simeon?”
“Don’t mention it, I forgot to turn my device off when Leviathan came here and he saw one of my drafts,” Simeon sighed. “I hope he keeps it a secret.”
“He’ll try, that’s the most I can guarantee.”
Solomon started to laugh but stopped when the door creaked open again. The motion was slow and hesitant as a blue tuft of hair timidly peeked through the crack.
“Uh… I haven’t gotten the poster yet… but Simeon… are you down for commissions? I have some (Y/N) fic ideas…”
“For you, my friend? You don’t have to pay me.”
Levi burst into tears of joy.
Solomon
Solomon is a busy man but he likely stumbled across the game on his own due to his natural curiosity and loneliness unless he overheard Asmo going on and on about how fun and pretty the game was and how he simply must download it
His emotions with you felt like a true slow burn. Of course his eyes couldn’t help gravitating towards you when you appeared on screen but it took a good chunk of the main plot until he realised he was genuinely down bad for you. Now no matter how much you’re in the game he’s starving for (Y/N) content
It’s his favourite pastime when he wants to do something mindless instead of studying and if everyone else is busy with their own things. Much like when he’s chasing his other passions, he can completely lose track of time and spend hours progressing through the story and grinding until someone knocks on his door
Your biggest fan, he’s always rooting for you. He loves how you navigate each complication and how you interact with other characters. He’d love to be able to join in with some of the antics
He likes to cook your favourite dish on the regular when he has the time. He tries to encourage others to try it so he can spread appreciation for your character but no one accepts… oh well, that simply means more for him!
His favourite card of you is one where you’re portrayed as a magician of your own. Adorned in a typical sorcerer’s garb, you stand in a darkened room lit up by your various spells as you smile in wonder and awe. Oh, how he’d love to join you and waste the night away lighting up the sky with magic
He tends to keep to himself but he’s a little more open on social media. Under a pseudonym he will go off about how you’re an amazing character and his brainrot. On days where he’s bored and feeling mischievous he may go around and spam content of you throughout the fandom
Might have bought a figure or two of you but overall isn’t big on the whole merch concept. He prefers to make his own little trinkets in dedication to you but if his friends ever gift him anything he’s not complaining
Similarly he doesn’t spend too much money on the game. He feels there are other ways he can appreciate you and get his daily (Y/N) fix. That being said, he’s got some spare change that he’ll glady throw at the game to get his favourite cards or exclusive outfits for you
Solomon is oddly soothed by the "permanence" of your character. Even if something bad happens to you in the main plot, or even in the worst case scenario if you die to further the story, you'll still be there to always greet him on the home screen
Notebooks were strewn across the desk. Messy scrawls barely visible over the dim candlelight. In the centre of it all sat Solomon, eyes flickering between each book as he contemplated in silence. He was so close but so far. It was passable but that wasn’t enough for him. Somewhere in his hastily written notes should be the answer, just a little tweak to make it perfect.
He jolted at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Yes?”
“Dinner’s ready, you should really get something to eat,” Simeon called from the other side. “May I enter?”
“Of course.”
Hearing the door creak open, Solomon returned to his musings, finger to chin as he tapped absentmindedly.
“My, a new spell? You’ve been at it for hours,” Simeon stated as he tiptoed towards the sorcerer, trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical ramblings on the paper.
“Days, actually,” Solomon muttered.
“Care to tell me what it’s meant to do? Perhaps another perspective could help-”
Solomon clicked his fingers, a simple ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he scrambled to one of his notebooks. Pen manifested in hand, he crossed out a small part of the script, hurriedly correcting himself as he rewrote the passage. Simeon watched with bated breath as Solomon leaned back, double, triple checking the writing before he turned to Simeon with a cheeky smile.
“Would you like to see the magic in action?”
Simeon swept his arms wide, inviting Solomon to take the stage. The sorcerer straightened his posture, gaze on the book as he started to chant a passage never heard before. This spell was an original, created only by Solomon for his own enjoyment.
As the incantation continued, a low light started to emanate from his hands. The light started to spread, growing at an exponential speed and brightness until it became a blinding white. Simeon stifled a grunt as he screwed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind an arm as the light became too overwhelming. This magic, it was sophisticated, it was strong. He shouldn’t have expected any less from the strongest sorcerer of all time.
He could sense the light dying down. Eventually, Simeon pulled his arm away but his eyes remained closed.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Simeon needed to take a moment. Just what could be the result of such powerful magic? Even opening his eyes seemed to take too long, the anticipation was killing him. He furiously willed his eyes to adjust to the darkness quicker.
In Solomon’s hands…
… was a (Y/N) figurine.
Simeon smiled politely, but his chuckle was confused. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“This is a perfect replication of the exclusive (Y/N) figurine that was on sale last week but already sold out. In all honesty it was far too expensive for me to buy, so I figured it would be a lot cheaper if I just created a spell for me to get my hands on it. In fact, I might try to do this with future forms of merchandise. It’s good practice for spells and- Simeon, what’s with that look of disappointment?”
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Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor) (Barbatos, Diavolo)
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turtleybeachin · 1 year
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They Smell Like Love
Pairing: Simeon x Gender Neutral MC Word Count: 530 Tagging: Spoilers for 2023 Birthday UR Devilgram (The Secret Morning), fluff, incredibly introspective and poetic, Simeon's POV
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They carried with them little pieces of everyone who loved them. A very poetic thing to say, he knew, but it often presented itself in one very clear detail:  their scent.
The brothers blanketed them in a cocoon of fragrances that blended together into the perfume of Home:  expensive cologne and rare blossoms, ocean brine and old books, spiced roasted meats and acid lavender, all wrapped in the sweet smoke of a fire just extinguished. It was a cluster of scents that independently considered would clash but managed to layer into a beautiful bouquet on them.
When it wasn't the brothers, it was someone else. It was Solomon, who bestowed not so much a scent as a sensation, a tickle in the nose that felt like the beginnings of a sneeze that would never develop. It was Lord Diavolo, thick raging fire that burned sugar in its wake, often with Barbatos, the delicate comfort of tea leaves and a hint of salt.  Even Luke stole them away and returned them smelling like a Celestial kitchen, confectioner's sugar and the crispness of a sunny day.
But that night, with the brothers all stuck at RAD, with it just the two of them alone, they smelled human. A soft scent that carried hints of lotions and fabric softener and the whispers of the house, but all mere backdrops to them. To a scent he couldn’t name except to give it theirs. A scent he desperately sought to memorize as they snuggled close together under the covers, his nose pressed to the crown of their head. Tonight the two of them existed separate from everyone else in a tiny pocket of paradise all their own. Tonight this wondrous human was his.
It couldn't last; the brothers would return eventually, and others would always request their attention and their time and their smiles and their company. And they would say yes. He loved that about them. They were an angel in their own right, a soul too bright to ignore, too virtuous to be stained by the sins blanketing them.
But he had tonight. He had them tonight. His lips stretched into a smile hidden by their hair as they shifted in their sleep, curling closer still. They'd had slumber parties together before, but always with others around. Always somewhere else. Something about sharing their bed in their room at their home, with their brothers oblivious and absent, made it feel exhilarating. He didn't want to sleep. Sleep would bring an end to this dream where he lived with them and had them all to himself. Sleep would bring about tomorrow.
Tomorrow, though, they would not smell of seven brothers. They would not smell like sorcery or royalty or angelic pastries, either. Tomorrow they would smell like him. Tomorrow the two of them would have breakfast together and dress for their day together and walk to campus together, and they would carry his scent on them. Tomorrow he would carry theirs.
Perhaps it wasn't entirely angelic of him to feel a laugh flutter silently in his chest at the imagined jealousy of his friends, but perhaps the human wrapped around him was angelic enough for them both. 
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