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[ 6:38 am ]

lucifer called you a dumb bitch. you moaned.

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the following contents are transcribed from a letter tucked in-between a book called "vera's melancholy" at the ruins of mondstadt, neatly preserved despite

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presumed to be a billet-doux of a certain jean to a certain lover.

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to my dearest beloved rose,

i watched the dandelion seeds disperse around the gates this morning. the gentle way in which the wind blows to carry their lithe bodies from its stamen to the far wilderness never fails to enthrall me no matter how commonplace this sight is for me; and it's in these short moments i cannot help but wonder how deep i am in this intoxicating ocean i call 'yearning' i find myself drowning without resist.

infrequently, i find myself wondering how i could make my affections for you be better known. my heart aches to touch you. to kiss you. to hold your hand as we lay down, sharing beds like little kids and kissing eachother under the sheets. i want to spoil you and cherish you as the world just watches how much more depraved i can fall for your soul.

and even if the gods decide my love for you is a sin;

if there is only hell left to pay for this supposedly grave transgression, i will commit it again and again until the end of time until the universe has no other choice but to accept you belong to me and i belong to you in an otherworldly sense of intimacy historians ought deny.

my heart has never been this pleasantly painful until i was caught by you.

even so, i offer all of it.

all of who i was, all of who i am, and all of who i will be:

i won't ever regret letting myself be this utterly taken by you.

forever loving you; most ardently so,

jean.

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[ 7:41 pm ]

arthur sighs and smiles after catching himself writing your name for the nth time.

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[ 8:17 pm ]

barbatos passes by diavolo’s special garden of earthly roses and thinks of you.

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[ 9:04 am ]

edgar sighs under his breath and thinks about the way you looked laying down blissfully asleep when he left you in his bed this morning.

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[ 5:57 pm ]

“manager, let’s go home”

“i already am”

“please. i don’t have time for this.”

“but it’s such a nice day and i barely get to spend time alone with you!”

“the others might get worried if we don’t go back soon...” ethan looks away and takes a deep breath, “five minutes.”

“what?”

“i… surely five minutes isn’t too much of a wait” you don’t waste another second intertwining your hand with his, walking together under the sun’s bliss.

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[ 1:16 am ]

you try to help mammon study for the nth time and litter his neck with kisses for every right answer he makes.

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[ 4:32 am ]

beelzebub hugs you harder in your sleep, hoping he can ease even the least of your worries.

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[ 6:54 pm ]

mozart makes another symphony, trying to capture the enigma that is you.

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[ 3:48 pm ]

diavolo tussles your hair and kisses your cheek as you pout at him.

"you don't need to be so angry. i can always share this last piece with you"

"that's not the point--"

"say 'aaaaaah'" feeling mischievous, you reach for his chin and kiss the daylights out of him "tastes like the strawberries and wine you stole from me" you make a show of licking your lips and look at the prince's eyes seductively.

"eager little vixen aren't you?" he puts a finger on your lips and fuck. there goes all your cool

"shut! up! you were annoying me"

"that blush says otherwise"

"will you stop or do you want to spend more time without my lips on you"

he laughs and smiles as he peppers you with kisses; missing strawberries and chocolate forgotten.

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[ 9:57 pm ]

satan rests his head on your lap as you read him your favourite story. he's finished the book, of course. the moment you mentioned the title, he committed everything to memory--from the foreword to the publisher's history--nothing is too much for him, so long as it's you. the lithe blonde brother just likes to listen to the sound of your voice.

the tumble in your words. the soft pauses you take to catch your breathe... even the way you say "the end" makes him melt and tempts him to cut the pretense and just snuggle you in his arms like he'd do the cat plushies that help him sleep.

but he doesn't because most of all--

"sweet dreams, satan. i love you" you may be human but the words you always take the chance to say while you think he's sleeping sound so angelic, he silently wonders if he's grown himself a pair of white wings.

he smiles and dreams of kittens that night.

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[ 5:32 am ]

you're listening to omi's heartbeats and as you slowly match your breathes, you dream of the day you could call eachother "mine"

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[ 11:11 pm ] 

simeon wishes upon a star and prays that you’re safe wherever you are.

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[ 10:00 am ]

the sun kisses your eyelids and coaxes you away from sleep. last night’s memories were blurry; a mix of salty tears, the smell of whiskey, and the comforting sound of mendelssohn’s violin sonata in f minor--you can’t even remember how you know all this. 

and then it hits you. this isn’t your room. 

with a sudden feeling of dread you sit up straight and your head begins to ache when mori enters the room then sets up a breakfast set on your--well maybe not exactly your--bed. 

“good morning, mistress. did you dream of me?”

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[ 3:00 am ]

“hondje.“

“i’ll protect you“ theo breathes into your ears as he kisses your neck and envelopes your form. “no matter where you are, no matter who comes by to harm...”

“i won’t ever let you go “

and in that moment, hell never felt so heavenly.

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Acquiescence

imagine simeon being very, very much in love with lucifer from when they were up in the celestial realm but never hinting anything besides subtle glances when he thinks luci isn't looking and getting absolutely torn when the latter rallies his brothers against their father on a coup d'état that ends in their banishment to the devildom. he spends the next thousands of years or so thinking and reflecting then vows to confess the next time they meet but the moment they get the chance to see eachother face-to-face, the words get stuck on his throat and when the air finally returns to his lungs, he notices the way lucifer and diavolo make eyes at eachother. that was the moment simeon learned what it meant to acquiesce.