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hi <3, i’m noa, my pronouns are she/her, and i’m a minor (17), so this is a sfw blog !! also! english isn’t my first language, so i apologize for any grammatical errors.

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i love you

genre: angst!

tags: right person, wrong time/circumstances, i KNOW simeon has a lot of angst fics but i’m not sorry, i’ve only played till like around lesson 35ish so no spoilers pls!!, i keep thinking of simeon whenever i listen to “i love you” (billie eilish) and don’t you dare make me fall in love with you (kaden mckay) so here you go<3, also you’re genderneutral <33

wc: 700ish

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simeon doesn’t really mind humans, in fact, he finds them quite fascinating. humans are of a weaker kind. they have no powers, no wings, their bodies are quick to age and they appear fragile. less brave, too. yet of all three worlds, humans are the most free. sure, they have laws and frequent wars, the disagreements everywhere a sign of their free will. simeon has opinions too, but angels are more similar. they’re made with the opinions they are supposed to have. demons might seem free, but they’re most hated of all. they too, have a stereotype that they’re incapable of breaking. one thing, simeon agrees that the two counterparts have in common.

angels and demons aren’t supposed to form connections with humans. they can’t hate, can’t feel sympathy, can’t love. it’s for the best, they were taught. both angels and demons live far too long to be hung up over a singular human. it’s for the best.

and yet, his heart had sped up at the contact of your hand.

you, the exchange student from the human world, was walking beside him, your hand in his. “it’s so we don’t get lost,” you’d smiled, knowing he knew the real reason. it was a simple act of friendship, and his heart had danced. if the world allowed him to be bold, he would hope that it was an act of romance instead. 

the festival lights blinked above you, colors changing, melting together. the air, filled with the aroma of devildom food and sweets. he felt you squeeze his hand, and he turned towards you, a polite smile crossing his face to disguise any traits of what he knew would happen tonight. he asked you what you wanted to see first, to which you grinned and pointed towards an open tent. it was round and pale blue in color, thin white stripes made a pattern toward a darker blue flag on the roof. 

inside, there were small ponds of water, gathered in inflatable kids pools in a matching pale color as the tent. small rubber ducks swam around atop the water. simeon supposed that they were part of the game that the staff was in charge of.

quickly, you had paid two tickets (simeons heart rate had fallen since you let go of his hand), and when you returned you had a makeshift fishing rod in each hand. he thanked you when you handed over the rod, and you explained something, he thinks it might’ve been the rules of the game. he tried to focus. he really did. but with the way your eyes shone in the rainbowish colors, and god, the way the gleam in your smile drew his gaze toward it, it was difficult. 

you won, of course. simeon didn’t particularly care, but you’d seemed so blissful, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he still didn’t understand the game.

afterwards, you’d met up with some of the others, joining them in dinner. it was a simple meal, but the booth was small, and simeons right leg and arm had permanent goosebumps from the touch of your shoulder and knee against his.

in the last hour of the festival, the fireworks would start. simeons heart stuttered, and he knew that it would soon stop beating. once again, you’d held his hand, intertwining your fingers. this was a sign of love, right? simeon half-hoped it wasn’t. angels couldn’t love humans. 

dragging him up a hill, you had smiled excitedly, and told him you hadn’t seen devildom fireworks before, yet you’d heard all about them, and how pretty they were. simeons heart pinched, torn at how beautiful you looked when you told him you loved him. how you knew he couldn’t love you back, and how you knew that if he could, he would. you told him you didn’t want him to choose falling to be with you, as he would outlive you by too many years. you hugged him, apologizing for not being the angel he needed you to be to love you. then you left.

simeons heart stopped.

it would never beat again, and he supposed it would be better this way.

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haha i just made my friend watch yoi

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comforting mammon

genre: reverse comfort

tags: nothing really, mammon just needs a hug from his favorite human<3 (thats you!!), and he has a major accent bc i love it, as always: you’re genderneutral!!

wc: 505

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love is a form of dance

genre: fluff, comfort (which is basically all i write lol😭)

tags: shy tsukki shy tsukki shy tsukki, you’re stressed and he helps, tsukki is pretty ooc but of well, you dance but theres no music (why?? idk), i just wanna dance with him but then there were exams and poof: this.

wc: 402

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you sniffled as he took your shaking hands in his, and lead you toward the open space on the floor, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips. confused, you let him spin you around, till you landed in his arms. tsukishima had never been a person with a sweet tongue, or one with gentle movements - everything had seemed so rough, so overwhelming before he met you. sweet, lovable you. he had not understood the feeling you had brought out of him with a simple touch of your finger upon his skin, something minor like the thought of your smile could make his cheeks heated and goosebumps appear on his skin. 

right now, tsukishima was happy. he felt pride whenever he spotted you in the crowds, now that you were his, not only that, all your accomplishments, your hard work both mentally and physically drove him nuts, and he often felt his heart swell with overflowing pride. this type of feeling was so, so different from the disgust that usually shadowed his life. 

he squeezed your hand in his, as you had done the first time he’d muttered his love for you, and tugged your body closer to his, one hand in yours, the other on your back, slowly rocking from side to side. your cheeks strained, and your laughter filled the empty air, one arm moving up to rest on his shoulder, when you realized what your nerd of a boyfriend was trying to do. “kei, are you trying to dance with me?” you grinned, and giggled when he just lifted his hand from your back to the nape of your neck to push your head into his shoulder, in an attempt to hide the raging blush on his cheeks, before retreating back to its original place on your lower back. “shut up, idiot. just wanted to spend some time with you, since you always seem to be so distracted with things that aren’t me. what’s up with that anyways?” he mumbled, clearly dodging your previous question. you decided it didn’t really matter, and you needed a break from your studies anyway. 

“hmm, i didn’t know you could dance so well, kei, i’m impressed,” you complimented, and tsukishima almost wanted to choke, if you knew about the lessons his mom made him go to as a young boy, he was sure you would hold it over him forever.

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comforting mammon

genre: reverse comfort

tags: nothing really, mammon just needs a hug from his favorite human<3 (thats you!!), and he has a major accent bc i love it, as always: you’re genderneutral!!

wc: 505

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soft knocks could be heard from the other side of your wooden door. in your sleepy mind, you briefly thought that it was lucifer, about to scold you for waking up late. then it dawned on you that it was still dark out, and the only sound aside from the knocking was the light padder of rain upon the window.

sitting up straighter, you called out to the unknown individual in the hallway. “hello? anyone there?” your hoarse voice filled the empty room. 

light peeked inside the room as the old, wooden door creaked open. to your surprise, it was mammon standing in the doorway, hands nervously intertwined in front of his figure. “mammon? is something wrong? what's up?” slowly gaining your consciousness after so abruptly being woken up, you now realised his odd behavior. had nothing been “wrong”, he would have barged in and tossed his whole weight on top of your resting figure, simply because he wanted cuddles. 

still fiddling his hands, he took only a step into your room, wordlessly staring at the ground, almost ashamed. “i, uh, just thought ya might’ve wanted some company, and who is better to give ya that other than the great mammon,” he excused, timidly shifting stance to a more “confident” one. 

you smiled softly. you knew it was all excuses, but in your current tired state, you could only bring yourself to mutter a soft “i’m so lucky” and open your arms, inviting him to join you in sleeping. soon, he had himself placed, laying on your chest, arms around your waist and head in your neck. you brought your hands up to his hair, gingerly stroking through his white locks, knowing he would soon calm down.

“what’d they say?” you questioned, calmly. mammon stiffened in your arms, “w-whaddya mean ‘what’d they say?’? no one said anythin’!” he protested, “besides, if anyone said somethin’, i can handle it! i’m not the great mammon for nothin’ ya know?”. his words were muffled, a causation of him speaking directly into your shoulder. “mammon, love, please tell me,” you pressed on carefully. 

he sighed, obviously displeased. “he said I was a good for nothin’ scumbag again. i just- i dunno, it kinda hurts bein’ the only one judged purely for my sin. i mean, bephie sleeps, like, all the time.. same with beel. lucifer never gets real angry with them though..” his voice is strained when he cuddles you closer, burying his face even more into your neck. “it’s not fair.”

“i know, love,” you whisper, hands still combing through his unruly hair, “it’s not fair for you.” you kiss the side of his cheek, and he relaxes beneath your hands. “get some sleep, mams. tomorrow, we’ll go to the park so you can get away for a while. how does that sound?” you propose, silently hoping he’ll join you at your newly-planned trip. he hums, clearly ready to doze off and fall into slumber. smiling gently to yourself, you mutter an “i love you, mammon” before joining him in sleep.

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a trip to the beach with armin

genre: fluff!!, a small amount of angst depending on how you look at it

tags: nothing really, spoilers for s3?, i just love armin and wanna hold his hand

wc: 423

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semi-cold water splashed at your ankles, whilst a combination of sand and stone softened the soles of your feet. you’d taken your shoes and socks off, choosing to hold them by the back in one of your hands instead. this way, you could dip your feet in the water without worrying about anything getting wet. in the other hand, armin had intertwined the two of your fingers together, threading them together loosely.

the seemingly endless waves crawled up the shore, revealing tops of larger stones below the sand. a light tug on your hand alerted you that armin had stopped walking. your gaze fell on him, as he had turned his toward the massive, unknown pool of water, and you knew he wanted to study it. you both dreamed of the day your worlds could once again expand when hange and the rest of your team search the deep blue ocean.

but, for now, you knew this was enough.

all thoughts lost, you quickly found yourself enamoured with armin's angelic stature. his longer, golden hair which you knew would be silky soft if your fingers were to reach out and touch it. his hair, that you loved to braid and curl. his hair, that always stuck out in all possible ways when his bedheaded figure would stand in the doorframe at 3 am, when reality haunted his beautiful mind and cursed his nights. his brilliant mind that would keep you, mikasa and eren up for countless nights just to shock you all over again at its intelligence. 

you knew his gaze had turned back to you by now, but you didn't particularly care too much. he knew you found him handsome, so who were you to hide it?

turning away, he looked toward the elder trees rooted at the start of the beach, obviously contemplating the best place to rest. finally, he approached a specific tree, and let the heavy book bag slide down his shoulder and land on the soft sand. 

the tree trunk was broad. in fact, you would bet that the tree had been around for longer than the entirety of the human race. armin had seated himself against the old tree, as he patiently waited for you to join him. you smiled, plopping down next to him, and immediately rested your head on his shoulder. 

he returned your smile and fished a book out of the bag. oh, how you enjoyed these days of bliss with armin. you only wish that it wouldn't be but a dream.

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iwaizumi had never enjoyed tuesdays

genre: fluffish

tags: ehhhh pining ?, denial, ur genderneutral (no mention of pronouns) but described as “pretty” and “a beauty”, and you wear perfume, tuesdays are great

wc: 203

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iwaizumi had never enjoyed tuesday. tuesdays filled his schedule with monotonous highschool classes, and they usually drove late into the evening. tuesdays didn’t give him time to play volleyball or enjoy a cold drink by the local store. tuesdays were stressful. unchanging. unenjoyable. they never quite seemed to go by fast enough, either, always dragging out, holding onto him as if begging him to stay in the pattern.

and yet, one gruesomely long tuesday you stepped into the class, a nervous smile on display when you introduced yourself. iwaizumi didn’t really care for new students, not even if they were bearers of beauty only comparable to that of an angel. no, iwaizumi knew that looks didn’t matter, not if your personality was stuck up, or mean. fact of the matter was, you didn’t seem like it. another fact was that you were currently assigned to sit next to him. 

the next few weeks, he ignored the pretty new student at his side. he ignored the warmth in his body, and he only hummed with every “good morning, iwaizumi!” that you greeted him with in the mornings. he ignored the smell of your perfume, and the way he started to look forward to tuesdays.

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last time

genre: angst!!!

warnings: implied death, also this is HEAVILY inspired by the END of the aot 2 game, so spoilers for that!!

wc: 234

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you didn’t wanna stop writing, but you already knew you would have to finish it up rather quickly. if the bumps from the road at how fast you were going didn’t give you any indication of trouble, the way your desperate comrades so obviously barely could keep it together, yelling out the different scenarios, all ending badly, were clear enough for you to “hurry the fuck up,” as you so distinctly remember levi always telling you. 

letting out a shaky sigh, you placed the leathery book by erens arm. the stone in your stomach became rougher, hurting your insides, as you glanced up to mikasas worried gaze. her eyebrows were knitted, pupils searching your face for an answer. you gave it to her, by patting the recently planted brown book.

if she understood, she didn’t say it.

your hair was clammy, it stuck to your disgustingly sweaty face, and you briefly wished you had taken a shower, though it was a luxury for those in a position like your comrades and your own. though you supposed it wouldn't matter anyways. this was only a way to escape the inevitable.

your legs were gonna crash under you, you were sure of it. the familiarity of your gear was the most stable thing for you at the moment. then your legs lost touch with ground.

and you smiled back at your friends for one, last time.

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skating with reki

genre: fluff, comfort

tags: ya’ll are ginormous simps for each other lol, you’re going down a ramp for the first time, go y/n!!!, also you’re genderneutral<3

wc: 383

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unclenching your hands, you stare down at the tea greenish board beneath your feet. uncertainty fills your heart, what if you fall and make a total fool of yourself? 

“y/n? something wrong?” questions reki and you sigh at his total knack at sensing your mood, “y’know, you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable,” he finishes. his (unusually large) patience reassures you, and you breathe in deep - this is your moment, you’ve practiced for weeks to get to this point, you don’t wanna disappoint. 

before you know it, he’s beside you, carefully placing his arms around you, drawing you into a comforting embrace. you lean your head on his shoulder, and he sees the moment to hold you tighter, as you bring your arms up to return the hug. you breathe in his salt watery cologne, relishing in the instant encouraging effect he has on you. 

after pulling away, his hands rest on the sides of your face, forcing you to stare into his amber eyes, and you swear that you see the sun shining behind them. you sniffle, half-knowing what he’s going to say, and yet he never fails to surprise you, “i’ll catch you at the bottom,” he winks, and despite the toothy smile on his face, his knitted eyebrows do nothing to hide his concern for your well-being.

dropping down, he stops at the end of the ramp, arms spread wide, just as he promised.

you can’t help the smile peeking through your lips at your silly boyfriend. another deep breath later, and you’re tipping the edge of your skateboard down and plummeting down, crashing into his warm person, falling off your skateboard, as it keeps rolling, leaving gravity to your boyfriend as he attempts to catch you both. him being unsuccessful at it sends the two of you tumbling down to the ground with a giggle bubbling inside you, working it’s way up, until you’re thrown into a fit of laughter on the concrete ground. bruises were sure to form, but when you roll onto your back and you see him staring at you with those amber eyes you know that nothing else matters in moments like these.

as long as he’s there with you, you’re sure to get the hang of this skating thing.

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masterlist !

heres my masterlist ! everything i write is genderneutral (unless otherwise is said) and i try to stay away from mentioning anything really specific about looks or gender. also! everything is in lowercase on purpose! and this is just mostly small scenarios that i write for fun <33

haikyuu !!

- tsukishima kei

. love is a form of dance

- iwaizumi hajime

. iwaizumi never liked tuesdays

attack on titan 

- multiples/not specific

. last time

- armin arlert

. a day at the beach with armin

sk8 the infinity

- reki kyan

. skating with reki (18:24)

obey me! shall we date

- belphegor

. “don’t pretend you’re not happy to see me like this” (ft. mammon and lucifer)

- mammon

. comforting mammon

- simeon

. i love you

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