Any Simeon thoughts this week? My brain really said corruption kink and very whiny worshiper
Ough ough I love fallen simeon worshiping you <3
He fell for you after all, it only makes sense that you become his new god! To say he worships you is an understatement- he kisses the ground you walk on (literally). He’ll easily get on his hands and knees if you ever need a chair, he’ll sit at your feet with his head in your lap and his fresh new horns rubbing against your thigh.
You can corrupt him any way you like and he’ll love it- he’s serving his god after all. Simeon would gladly warm you with his mouth or ass, greedily keeping you inside of him any way he can, even if he knows he’ll be reprimanded for his greed. He’s your dutiful worshiper, and he’d do anything for you.
Hi~ I’ve been meaning to send in a thirst for you to calm down, but nothing came up and I was busy and couldn’t think of anything. But think of brat Fallen Simeon. Now a demon, he doesn’t have any inhibitions about what he wants you do to him. He covers up more, but that manages to turn you on more. Angel Simeon would you by the hand and fall onto the sheets, silently, almost coyly asking you to ravage him.
Not anymore.
No this Simeon is done with that childish play. Instead he straddles your hips, whispering every vile act he wants you to do to him. And only him. His voice-smooth and soft like the underbelly of a ship-drummed your ear, while his lips would tantalisingly graze its shell. Calling. Demanding. Wanting. A song you knew all too well and found yourself humming along to.
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Ohhh I love thinking abt Fallen Simeon 😈
He'd be so much more sure of what he wants, his confidence oozing from every part of him. Both would be so easy to beg for things but Fallen Simeon wouldn't blush when he begs you for obscene and filthy things, wouldn't stutter, wouldn't shy away or hide his face. He's ready, willing, and excited to get downright dirty with you 💖
And he's such a brat about it! Fallen Simeon teases you so you chase after him, and chides you on your depravity (as if he isn't as bad if not worse than you). Unlike Angel Simeon who doesn't acknowledge he's indulging in sin, Fallen Simeon brings it up constantly.
He'd love to pull you away to secluded places in public, work you up a bit with confessions of what he wants from you and what he's been fantasizing about, maybe touch you a bit. And then he's gone, looking back and giggling, waiting for you to come after him. Angel Simeon is wrapped around your finger, while Fallen Simeon wants you wrapped around his. He'd be possessive and obsessive with you. He wants nothing more than you to desire him more than anything or anyone else.
Summary: After choosing to fall for love, Simeon finds himself struggling to cope. Mammon offers him some advice.
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“Shut up!” He screamed, hands slamming onto the table, wings flared. Claws marred the wood, deep scores where his grip once held firm. The last semblance of patience silenced with the chatter around the table. All eyes fixed on him, his own widened.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I- Excuse me.” Black sclera fading to white, he stood, fleeing from the dining room. Attention turned to the eldest, expecting him to go after the former angel as he had time and time again. Lucifer stayed seated.
“Give him time. He’ll adjust.” A stoic expression, a sip of coffee. Memories of words wounding more than just pride.
With nothing else to say, the brothers, subdued, finished their breakfast in quiet. Lucifer excused himself first, the distant click of the front door shutting behind him. Eventually they all filtered out, one daring enough to deal with the new addition to the household.
Patience. It used to come so easily. What did the humans say again? Patience is a virtue. He could almost laugh. Anything could set him off now, minor annoyances once tuned out all he could focus on. Grating on him until he snapped. Beelzebub’s open mouth chewing managed it that morning, a new one to add to the list.
They were trying to help him acclimate, really they were. And he was grateful. The list just one of many strategies. Write down what angers you, avoid it until you can bare with it. Satan’s advice came in handy. More so than he cared to admit. Though he found himself failing to follow it. Lapses in rational thought.
It all came at once. The ripping of grace from his essence. The transformation. New senses, new sights. Unknown to angelic eyes. It brought him to his knees. Begging. Pleading for forgiveness. Cries of repentance as feathers greyed and wings became necrotic. Pain like nothing he’d ever known. And he chose it. Simeon chose to fall.
A bitter thought, sad and tired. He had a consolation, he supposed. He didn’t have that far to go. Already down in the Devildom. Already knowing what to expect. Or so he thought. Words couldn’t describe the experience. Not in entirety. It left an absence. A void so deep it couldn’t be filled. An absence of something fundamental.
Anger. Hurt. Resentment. The only things left in its place. He tried to hide it. To pretend. Telling them he’s fine. Telling himself he’s fine. That he made the choice. Free to love who he wanted. But freedom came with a price. Everything. He lost almost everything. Luke. Michael. His home. And he feared, slowly, even himself.
“Simeon?” The door opened, a soft yellow hue cutting through the darkness of the room.
Sat on the bed, his wings cocooned him. Dark grey dipped in murky brown, a pair from six remaining. He didn’t move, didn’t answer right away. Not until the sound of the first footfalls pierced the silence.
“I need to be alone. Just awhile longer.” A muffled plea from beneath the feathers.
A pause. The closing of a door. The creaking of the mattress with added weight.
“Look, yellin’ at breakfast ain’t a rare thing,” Mammon began, trying to lighten the air.
“Someone always starts it, just surprising it was you. We’re not used to you raising your voice. Still pretty tame for a demon, if ya ask me.”
“...Please, just go.” A sigh.
“Alright, I’ll go. But you gotta hear me out first.”
No response. He took that as a yes.
“I know what everyone’s sayin’. It gets better with time. You’ll adjust.” A shuddered breath, the soft rustling of feathers as something shook within. “But I know it’s not that simple.”
Simeon froze. Mammon continued.
“They’re not wrong. You’ll find something to cope eventually, but it ain’t about that. It’s about right now.” He looked down at his hands, twisting a ring on his finger. “I won’t lie to ya, it gets worse before it gets better. But you’re not alone, okay? It’s different for everyone, but we’ve all been there.”
“Some stuff you have to figure out on your own, but the Great Mammon has your back. So do the others.” Mammon shifted in place. Talking about this stuff was hard, letting the honesty, the integrity, breach the surface. He persevered.
“It won’t be easy, ya just gotta push through it. A day at a time. You like writing, don’t cha? Have you tried that? Or reading? That always keeps Satan occupied. If you like that anime stuff I bet Levi would lend ya something. He’s like your number one fan.” A slight chuckle, trying to relieve his tension.
“That’s all I had to say.” Mammon stood, a sigh suppressed. “I guess I’ll be going.”
A hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he made the first step.
“Mammon, wait.” Surprised, he glanced back. Wings wrapped around him still, Simeon looked at him. Despite the red and puffy eyes, a small smile greeted Mammon.
“Thank you, I… I needed to hear that.” He let go of his wrist, hands folded and placed on his lap.
“’Course. The Great Mammon gives the best advice, ya know? I’ll leave you alone for now, but I’ll come back later with one of Satan’s books. He won’t mind once I tell him who it’s for.”
With a well-intentioned but poorly executed plan in mind, Mammon left to enact it. Simeon laid down on his bed, feeling a little lighter.
Omg asking fallen Simeon to show you how he would worship God and when he starts acting like a little slut (cause he just can’t help himself when it comes to you <3) you tease and degrade him “Is this why you were such a beloved angel? You just offered your hole to anyone who wanted it hmm?”
YESSSS omg
Simeon who’s your only worshipper which means he gets all of your attention. He’s never felt so loved by a god before, certainly not by his Father before. He’d do anything for you, he’d kiss the very ground you walk on.
“Is this why you were so beloved? You bent over for every other angel?” You tease, pushing his knees up by his ears with each heavy swing of your hips. “N-no, ah! No, only you, only you,” he pleads, his cock drooling against his tummy. He’s ashamed you’d think of him as so promiscuous. He’s your faithful lamb, your dutiful worshipper.
You know full well he was a virgin before you got to him, but the idea of riling him up and making him pledge his loyalty so lewdly in this moment is intoxicating. “Only mine? Tell me, do you love your god? Do you love me enough to only ever be mine?” Your cock grinds against his prostate and Simeon openly sobs. “Ye-e-es! All yours, love you, love you! Yours, ah, fr’ever,”
A/N: I realized that I never have mentioned this before but, if you need an idea of what Michael could look like, ever since I saw this art by @stulili , I've imagined him to look like this.
Chapters: One Two Three Four Six
“Michael.”
The man grinned. He stood up from his chair, moving around the table and summoning various things.
“How do you like your tea, Y/N?” He asked.
“Is that your answer?”
“You're a smart human. Far too smart to even be asking me that question,” he hummed, summoning a spoon, and stirring an ungodly amount of sugar into a teacup. He walked over to you, handing you the tea. He stared expectantly, and with a glare you took a sip.
Far too sweet, as always. But now that you knew who it was, that matched what you had been told about Michael.
“Why do you want to invade the human realm and the Devildom? Why did you want Simeon to kill me? And if you want me dead, why are you visiting me every night?” You spat out all the questions.
He sighed heavily, returning to his seat.
“It's not that I want you dead. Your unique lineage and abilities would make you quite the asset. But with your power flowing through the brothers, and your loyalty to them, unity will never be possible. But, I assure you, it is no longer an issue,” he smiled sweetly, and took a sip of his own tea. He stared at your cup, and you begrudgingly took another sip.
“Why Simeon? Based on what he said, a part of you had to have known-”
“Simeon was straying from the Celestial Realm long before he fell. I was giving him a chance. If he could do what he needed to, I would have found a way to save you for him. You'd have been the Isaac to his Abraham.”
You stared. He seemed to be avoiding your other questions, but he had floored you with this one. How did he intend to save you, after forming a specialized weapon just for your murder? This man…angel…he couldn't be all sane! To talk about sacrifices and invasions with a smile on his face…that couldn't be right?
“You ignored my biggest question. Why invasion?”
“I ignored one other question. Why do I visit you every night?” He hummed. “And that one seems more prevalent right now.”
He waved his hand, and suddenly a mirror appeared in front of you, displaying-
“Oh my God!”
“Language, ha ha!”
In the image was you, out cold, as Simeon seemed to be trying to shake you awake. Over his shoulder was Luke and Lucifer, the latter holding the former back as he tried to run at you, his eyes filled with tears.
“What, what?” You choked out. “I don't understand!”
“Hmm,” Michael hummed, but when you looked over at him, he was simply smiling mischievously.
You looked back in the mirror, just in time to see Luke break away, and throw his arms around you. In the dream Celestial Realm, you began to glow.
“Aw, what a shame,” Michael pouted. “Word of warning, next time, even Luke won't be able to wake you up.”
….
You weren't able to figure out how long you'd been asleep. But when you'd woken up, Simeon was absolutely feral, barking at the brothers in a language you didn't recognize. When Luke had tried to calm him down, he'd dragged him into his hold as well, one of you under each of his arms, both of you no match for his raw strength.
When Solomon had arrived to give you a check up, you'd had to use ‘stay’ on Simeon. Even then, as he was frozen in place, he was shouting in the unknown language, fighting his hardest to escape your hold.
Solomon followed your eyes with a flashlight.
“You,” he began , but sighed. “You seem fine. But you didn't wake up until Luke touched you. And that's bad.”
“No, really?” You snarked. Solomon glared at you.
“Don't be snippy with me. I obviously don't have all the information, now do I?” He snapped. Simeon spoke again, and Solomon sighed, before responding. Whatever he said only seemed to upset Simeon more, and you winced as he growled.
“I saw Michael!” You shouted.
“Michael?” Luke asked, eyes wide. “What did he say?”
You looked at the little angel, his eyes wide with hope. As though whatever Michael had to say would have made this better.
“Luke, you woke me up, right?” You tried to change the subject, at least while he was here.
“All I did was touch you,” he said, confused by the shift.
“Yes!” Solomon cried, a seeming Eureka moment having arrived.
“That's something I've wanted to discuss, actually. Luke, touch Simeon's pact mark please.”
You rotated, lifting up the back of your shirt. Luke touched it, and, just as before, you felt a rush of power surge through you as the mark glowed.
“It's like when Simeon made his pact, he unintentionally left a space for Luke. Luke is part of your little family, so he's always welcome to access Simeon and your bond. it's essentially a two for one, but for all three of you in various ways,” Solomon grinned. “Perhaps with time, and your active participation, Y/N, he may even be able to use your pact on Simeon.”
“I would never do that!” Luke cried. You looked over at Simeon, who seemed to calm down enough to look at Luke with a gaze of overwhelming affection.
“Don’t worry about that, Luke, at least not right now. It's because of that that you were able to wake me up,” you said softly.
“But if you were talking to Michael,” he muttered.
“Uh, yeah, well,” you began, not really wanting to ruin the young angel’s view of one of his heroes.
“Michael told me to murder Y/N,” Simeon spat, in full English.
You stiffened. Both Luke and Solomon turned to Simeon in complete confusion, and total horror.
“He wouldn't!” Luke cried, his eyes filling with tears.
“Luke,” you reached out, attempting to calm the baby down.
“He would. And when I said no, Raphael said yes,” Simeon snapped.
“But-”
“Luke, he wants Y/N dead. It's hard to hear, but they wouldn't have woken up if you hadn't been there.”
“Simeon,” Solomon warned, quietly.
“He should know! He should know that someone he has shown nothing but love for wants to tear his family apart!” Simeon shouted. Luke broke into a sob, running out of the room.
“Simeon, this is not the time,” Solomon said firmly.
“I'll go talk to him,” you sighed, standing up.
“Don't you dare leave me! I can't protect you if-”
“I gotta calm down our son! You fill Solomon in, while I'm gone,” you snapped, putting an order into it, and went to go find Luke, Simeon’s angry shouts following close behind.
He needed to calm down, anyway. At this rate he was bound to accidentally hurt someone.
You found Luke in the kitchen, sitting at the counter, his head in his arms as he cried quietly.
“Luke?” You whispered.
“Why would he do that?” He whimpered. “Why would he want to hurt you? He knows how much I love you!”
He looked up from his arms, and you found yourself staggering back as you stared into a pair of black empty eyes. Seconds later, they had flickered back, leaving Luke looking very confused.
“Y/N?”
“I…I don't know,” you said, walking over to him, and wrapping Luke in a hug. You did know. But it was the last thing you wanted to tell him. He didn't need one more thing to be upset about.
Luke sobbed against your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you.
“Is it something I did? I'm always talking about you, maybe it's my fault-”
“No, baby, it's not your fault. Grownups are just,” you sighed, “complicated.”
As he sobbed against you, you were starting to feel…drowsy. You jolted yourself up, Michael's final warning replaying in your head.
But the jolt did not go unnoticed.
“Y/N?”
“Sorry Luke, I, um, I just realized how hungry I am.”
“I'll make you something!” He shouted, scurrying off the chair, and moving around the kitchen with new found energy. You almost stopped him, but the thought of cooking for you perked him up. So you decided to just watch him.
Despite this not being his home kitchen, he seemed to be perfectly at home. And in no time at all, he had placed a slice of Celestial Realm bread on a plate before you.
“There,” he said proudly, ignoring the dried tears on his face as he smiled sweetly.
You bit into it. It was good. Of course it was! Everything Michael had given you was too sweet, but Luke…Luke knew how to bake for a normal palate.
You and Luke sat quietly together, munching on the bread.
“Ooh, can I get some of that for Beel?” You heard Belphie behind you.
“No! This is for Y/N, not stinky demons!” Luke pouted.
You giggled. The scene was so normal. Belphie pouting to you about Luke, Luke pouting to you about Belphie, Beel sneaking in the back and consuming the entire loaf of bread while no one was looking. It put a little joy in your heart.
You nibbled some more bread. There was Mammon, looking to see what the fuss was about, and seeing if he could profit from it. You giggled to yourself. It was so normal.
The piece of bread fell out of your hand, and it was only then you realized something was wrong. But you couldn't seem to alert the others.
Your lower back was burning, and you couldn't move. Other spots on your body were tingling. With a nauseous roll to your stomach, you realized it was the spots where your pact marks were.
You heard a boom, and saw a flash, and Simeon was in front of you, grabbing your shoulders, shouting, but you couldn't hear what he was saying. Other faces swam into your vision, all of them full of distress, and you felt yourself falling backwards into the void.
….
Your pact mark had grown weaker. He had thought you'd released him, and so he'd immediately sought you out. It had taken less than a glance to realize you were not okay. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he began to panic. Your body fell through his hands, fading in and out, as though you weren't entirely here anymore.
“No! You can't do this to me!” He screamed, reaching for you, his hands going through you. “After all we've been through! You can't leave me!”
He'd thought he was emotional earlier. Now he was filled with despair; an ache that was far worse than any anger or longing he'd ever felt for you.
His pact…
“What in Diavolo's name is going on?” Lucifer boomed in the kitchen.
“I'm gonna be sick,” Belphie muttered, sitting on the ground.
“What's happening? Why are you all sick? And why am I all itchy?” Mammon shouted.
His pact…it…
Lucifer reached for you, undeterred by Simeon's possessive growl, his hand phasing through you.
“Simeon,” he whispered. “You were the last one to forge a pact. How do you feel?”
Simeon looked at Lucifer, his entire body burning, not just in rage, but in loneliness, and deep loss, he opened his mouth…
And released an unholy scream of pain.
….
You felt a glass being pressed to your lips. You gratefully sipped it, your throat burning. You nearly spit it out. It wasn't water. It was…juice?
You opened your eyes, and jolted. Michael was smiling at you kindly. You wanted to sit up, but found that you couldn't move.
“Shh, it's okay. It's almost over, you'll be able to move in a few more minutes.”
He set down the cup, unbuttoning the first few buttons on your shirt, reaching to the spot above your heart. The spot where Mammon's pact was.
“This was your first pact, right?”
You groaned in response, still unable to get out a word.
“Almost done,” he whispered, gently stroking the spot. Normally, if you or anyone else touched the pact mark, you'd feel a little zing through you. You currently felt nothing.
Suddenly, your stomach began to tie itself in knots. What was almost done? What was he doing?
“There we go. All done,” he smiled softly, giving you an affectionate peck to the forehead, no doubt in an attempt to soothe you. He pulled his hand out again, buttoning the buttons of your shirt back up. Finally able to move, you grabbed his wrist.
“What's happening to me?” You croaked, throat still very dry.
“Think of it as a fresh start,” he said with a proud laugh. “Enough Celestial Realm food, with the right blessings on it, will purify just about anything.”
Now that the feeling was returning to your body, you felt a deep sense of loss. An aching hole. You experimentally tried to reach into your power stores, and instead of the beautiful chaos you normally felt, your power was what could only be described as a pure line of electricity. Still powerful, but foreign. And lonely. So lonely.
“Simeon?” You whimpered, trying to call on something that was no longer there.
Michael gave you a sympathetic look.
“Y/N-”
“Simeon!” You cried.
“You'll get used to it. You should have never had to make those pacts in the first place.”
You sobbed.
Michael wrapped his arms around you, whispering affirmations. You struggled against him, but soon you realized you were no match. Not in this state.
So you just sobbed against him. After what could have been hours, you heard someone clear their throat.
You looked over Michael's shoulder, and saw an angel you'd never met before, in full armor.
“We're ready, sir. It's time.”
Michael gently released you, and stood up.
“Understood,” he smiled at you. “You'll thank me later. Get some rest, I'll be back soon.”
Before you could get up the energy to claw their eyes out, they both vanished, leaving you alone.
….
“Luke, stay with us,” Solomon and Asmo sat in front of the boy as he also seemed to be phasing in and out, his eyes flickering back and forth between black void and bleeding blue.
Asmo felt like shit. But having a secondary pact meant that he was doing better than all of his brothers.
And yet, Luke seemed to be doing the worst. His small frame was shivering, and he'd yet to speak or react to his surroundings.
Suddenly, the lights in the kitchen went out, and they were all thrown into darkness.
After a moment of silence, Luke's eyes glowed blue, the light filling the entire room.
“Y/N, where are you?” He asked.
....
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Summary:Fallen Simeon x gn!reader. You're starting to fall into domestic bliss with Simeon. But Life has other plans for you both.
CW: murder (minor characters), you know the drill by now, simmy is a suggestive lust demon
Chapters One Two Three Five Six
"Try the cloud biscuits. They're delicious."
You'd been having more and more of these nightmares. After the first time you'd dreamt of the man, he made an appearance in most of them from then on. It was always a nonchalant conversation, usually about the sweets on the table, but every time you woke up, you were sweating and nearly petrified.
You had no reason to be scared.
But his eyes…
The way he looked at you…
The only way you could describe it, was wrong.
He noticed you not touching the cloud biscuits, and laughed. He had a lyrical laugh, you'd give him that much. Sometimes, you were worried you'd get lost in it if you listened too closely.
"They aren't drugged. Very safe for humans. I made sure. Go on!" He gently said.
You hesitantly grabbed a biscuit and took a bite. It was sweet. Almost bitterly sweet. But you managed to put on a convincing smile, responding with, "It's good."
He clapped like a happy child. "I knew you'd like it!"
"Come back to me, little lamb," Simeon's voice whispered huskily, and you snapped awake.
Ever since he'd been ungrounded, he had decided that he would now live in the House of Lamentation. Did he ask permission? No. Did Lucifer prepare a room that was supposed to be for Simeon? Yes.
Did Simeon ever step foot in that room?
Not once.
Even though a brother or two and tried to curse your room to keep Simeon out of your bed, your pact, and Simeon's newly turned demon strength, rendered any curses nearly useless.
The brothers had been ecstatic when Luke had started showing up to sleep in your bed with the both of you. You didn't mind cuddling Luke, in fact you welcomed it, not truly feeling whole without him resting between the two of you.
Simeon was slightly less excited. But he could never say no to Luke. No matter how badly he wanted to send him back to purgatory hall so he could sleep with you in his arms, for once, instead of getting kicked by a child all night.
Simeon was pretty good at waking you up from the nightmares. But whenever you tried to tell him what they were about, it was like your mouth was full of cotton. He seemed concerned, but once he was certain you had calmed down, he would always get distracted by your presence, and the fact that your lips were not on his. So you both would forget the nightmares until he saved you from them the next night.
"What happened?" He always tried to ask anyway, even if it was a fruitless endeavor.
Once again, you couldn't get the words out of your mouth, so you just shook your head.
"I'm okay though, thanks love," You whispered.
He grinned, and leaned over the sleeping Luke between you for a kiss, only to be stopped by the little angel stretching and groaning.
"Morning," he hummed, a sleepy smile overtaking his face as he saw the people he loved the most looking down at him with expressions full of love.
"Morning, Luke, " you softly kissed his forehead, and giggled to yourself as you watched Simeon try to tamp down his rage.
"Morning Simeon," he smiled. "You ready to go to that bakery?"
Simeon had promised that he would take Luke to a bakery that had recently opened. Only if you agreed to go too. And with those two pairs of puppy dog eyes looking up at you, there was no way you could say no.
Apparently Simeon had no problem saying no. Because Beel was not allowed to come too, even though he had asked very nicely.
But that never deterred Beel, who was patiently waiting outside your door all night. And when the three of you opened it, Simeon immediately hissed.
"I'll pay for my own stuff, please just let me come with you!"
"Sure-" you began, while Luke nodded, interrupted by….
"Ssssssssssssssssssss!"
"Simmy," you tried to reprimand, but he turned to you, eyes nearly completely black.
"He can't come."
"Beel's safe, Simeon, it's okay," Luke smiled softly, trying to help.
Poor baby Luke didn't quite understand the situation, but he was too innocent to explain that it was a possessive thing, not a protection thing.
"I'll even sit at a separate table. I'm just so hungry."
You were grateful it was Beel having this conversation. He was empathetic about Simeon's lack of control over his instincts. Certain other brothers were not nearly as kind.
"Go with someone else," Simeon snarled. "They're mine."
"That's enough of the crap!" Mammon called from down the hall. The yelling must have woken him. "I was Y/N's first man, ya baby!"
You quickly covered Luke's eyes as Simeon sprang at Mammon, claws outstretched. Simeon may have the advantage of being a young demon, and thus having unbridled strength, but Mammon was the fourth strongest demon in the Devildom.
It wouldn't be a pretty fight, and you were too focused on protecting Luke to use your pact.
"I'll get Lucifer," Beel muttered, running down the hall. That made you panic. You weren't certain what would happen if Simeon was grounded again.
You quickly pushed Luke back into your room with an order to stay put, and ran towards the fight.
Neither was aiming to kill. That much was clear, at least compared to the fight with that other demon. This was a fight for dominance. And Simeon was losing.
A part of you figured you should let him lose. It would help him get some aggression out, but also hopefully make him chill out a bit.
Then again…Lucifer was on his way right now…and neither demon would be happy if they got caught.
"Sit!" You shouted, putting all your energy into the pacts, and both demons separated and sat, immediately yelling at you. With both of them overlapping over one another, you couldn't understand what they were saying, but you had a feeling that it wasn't nice.
"Shut up!" Silence. "Lucifer's coming, so get your shit together!"
"Ah! Simeon, just the demon I wanted to see!" You winced when you heard Diavolo's voice behind you. When you turned to look at him though, Beel wasn't with him.
"I can explain!" Mammon shouted.
"Nothing to explain. I need to see Simeon for something…unrelated."
You looked over at Simeon, expecting him to protest, but his face was empty.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Y/N?"
You shook yourself out of your shock, and released your hold on the pacts.
He quietly followed Diavolo, but paused to let Luke out.
"Beel's going to take you both to the bakery, okay?"
Then they both turned the corner and were gone.
….
"This is sunshine tea! I took the liberty of adding a few sugar cubes for you!" The man said, happily sipping his own tea.
You sipped it and held back a wince. A few sugar cubes? A few? How sweet was the tea originally?
"Do you like it?" You nodded and he clapped happily. "I knew you would! Tomorrow I'm going to get you some cookies to try."
Was it possible to get cavities from a dream?
"So tell me," he hummed as he sipped his tea. "How is Simeon doing?"
You choked on your tea. He waited patiently for you to stop coughing, simply smiling at you.
"How do you know Simeon?" This was just a dream. Why were you scared that dream man knew Simeon?
"We're old friends. Practically brothers. I worry about him, so I was hoping you could tell me how he is."
"Oh, um, he's good."
He raised an eyebrow, begging you to continue.
"He's…he's still learning how to be a demon. Oh! I don't know if you know, but he's a demon now."
"And how long did it take for him to seek you out?" His smile was still present, but the look in his eyes was bitter.
"Oh, uh, I don't know. I didn't know he was even there for a little bit."
"Oh?"
"No one told me."
"That must have hurt. Not knowing where he was. Not hearing from him."
Normally, Simeon would be waking you up around now.
"Yeah. But when I saw him before he fell, I kind of thought I was never going to see him again anyway."
"Really?" The bitter look in his eye turned to confusion. He leaned forward in his chair studying you.
"And why is that?"
"Our last meeting…before…well…before it happened, he was acting weird."
"I just came to say goodbye."
"Oh! Have a safe-"
"I don't know when I'll be back. So take care of Luke for me."
You remembered the embrace he gave you, far longer than any touch the two of you had ever shared. You remember the look of despair in his eyes as he cupped your cheek. The tremble in his fingers as he fought with himself to pull away from you.
He'd never touched you before.
"I'm confused," you interrupted your own memory. "Normally I wake up by now."
The man laughed, jovially, and grinned. "Perhaps you enjoy my company as much as I enjoy yours. But if it's distressing you that much."
You snapped up in bed, sweating profusely. You reached out to Someone, but noticed he wasn't there. You checked the time on your DDD. 3 am. What was he still doing at Diavolo's? If he was getting a lecture, it should have ended ages ago.
You shot him a text. He read it. But didn't respond.
You thought about going over there yourself, but Luke was sleeping so peacefully, and you didn't want to wake him.
So you played on your DDD until breakfast. Simeon's seat was clearly vacant. As was Lucifer's.
It was halfway through Breakfast when the door slammed open, and Simeon burst in, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but after he had grabbed some food, he left again.
Another day, and no Simeon. You and Luke went to bed without him again. And Asmodeus decided to take advantage and join your cuddle crew.
….
As promised, there were cookies on the table this evening.
"You seem more distressed than usual," the man hummed as he nibbled on a cookie.
"It's nothing."
"Did Simeon do something?"
You stiffened, biting into a far too sweet cookie.
He laughed. "What did he do?"
"Nothing. I just didn't really get to see him today."
"Really? Is he in trouble again?"
"I don't know," you trailed off, nervously chewing your cookie.
"Well I hope you figure that out soon. I can see how not knowing would be distressing."
It felt like hours and hours of idle small talk before you woke up.
….
A week. A week of nightmares with no Simeon to save you from them. A week of hastily muttered sorry's as he rushed for food then left. A week, where slowly all the brothers joined the meeting, and you and Luke were left alone in the House of Lamentation.
The man in your dreams had asked you.
Why did Someone fall?
The way he asked said he already knew the answer. The thing was. You didn't know the answer. And it was the cornerstone of your pact. The longer it went without being brought to completion, the weaker it would grow.
Which scared you. Especially having barely seen him, it brought to mind how fragile your connection truly was right now.
You snapped up from another nightmare. He'd asked again why he fell. You told him the truth, that Simeon had said it was because of you. And the man seemed happy with that answer.
But you weren't.
Simeon must have slipped in in the middle of the night, because he was sleeping heavily in his usual spot. Belphie, who had been in that spot, was on the floor.
You should let him rest. It had been a week of continuous stress for him, from what you could tell. But you had to know.
You ran your hand gently through his hair.
"Simeon," you whispered, not wanting to wake Luke and Belphie.
He grunted, but slowly opened his eyes, his expression taking on a sleepy grin. He yanked you over to him in a way that didn't wake Luke, and allowed you to land on top of him.
"Hey pretty lamb. I missed you," he purred, pressing you closer to him, and moving to kiss and bite along your neck.
"Simeon."
"Whatever it is, it can wait, I need to just love you right now."
"Simeon, why did you fall?"
He froze, removing his face from your neck, and staring into your scared eyes.
He sighed. "Let's go somewhere else."
You were both silent until you arrived in the empty planetarium.
"It's a bit of a story," he said after a bit. "You remember the last conversation we had before I fell?"
You nodded. You'd never forget the pain you felt thinking you'd never see him again.
"I…I had received an official summons from Michael. I thought that he knew."
He stopped, biting his bottom lip as though the thought still terrified him.
"Knew what?"
"Knew that I loved you," he whispered. "I fought against the feelings so hard, but I failed and fell for you anyway. Not that I regret it!" He assured, quickly. "But at the time, I wasn't sure what he would do. Would I fall? Or would he forgo that altogether and just kill me? I know a lot that most don't about the politics of the Celestial Realm. It would have been far easier to kill me. Which is why I said goodbye."
He frowned. "But it was a tea party. And I was slowly lured into complacency. Until…"
"What do you have to report from the Devildom?" Michael asked, dunking a cookie daintily into a cup of tea.
"Diavolo is planning to host another three worlds festival," Simeon answered, smiling softly as Michael enjoyed the cookies he'd brought back with him. It was nice to see some things never changed.
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of. For once the Devildom is pretty relaxed. Partially because Y/N has decided to extend their stay for a while. Probably per Barbatos' request. He knows full well what the brothers get up to without them," he giggled, but cut himself off when he saw Michael sigh sadly. Usually he was ecstatic to hear anything about their ex brothers. This was odd.
"Simeon, there's something you need to be told. You should have been told ages ago, but your heart is so soft. I didn't want to ruin your happiness."
A trio of angels entered the room, dressed in full armor, Raphael standing at the front of them, spear held tightly in his hand. Simeon stiffened.
He'd made it this far into the visit, and had gotten nothing from Michael. And now Raphael was here? Did he know? You didn't even know! How could he possibly know he'd fallen for you?
No, there must be something else going on. He was far too good at hiding his emotions. Far too good.
"We are going to war, Simeon," Michael said calmly, reaching out for Simeon's hand to gently hold.
"With who?" He laughed nervously. It wasn't about him. Thank his father for that.
"The Devildom. And the human realm. We are going to invade and reshape the worlds into our image."
"But," Simeon froze, horror creeping through his veins, "we're at peace. And father has been in full support of the exchange program, and improving our relations."
"Father is…otherwise occupied. However, this whole thing hinges on you, Simeon. Our secret weapon, who has gained the trust of everyone."
Simeon didn't want to hear whatever Michael was about to say. But at the same time, he had to hear it.
Michael held out his hand to Raphael, who placed a dagger into it. The blade looked like it was a galaxy that had been forged into a weapon. Beautiful to look at.
But no doubt lethal.
Michael wrapped Simeon's fingers directly around the hilt.
"Our ex brothers have never been stronger. And they, in turn, are the Devildom's strength. We need to cut Sampson's hair, so to speak. We need to remove the source of their strength.
Don't say it, Simeon thought. Please don't say it.
"I need you to kill Y/N L/N."
The dagger clattered from his hand, and Simeon bolted up from his seat.
"No, no, I am sworn to protect and defend humans. I can't do that. It is against my oath as an angel."
Michael smiled sadly. "I was worried you would say that. Your heart is too pure, Simeon. One human's life, in exchange for the purification of billions. It's more than a fair trade."
"I can't," Simeon whispered.
"I know. But I thought you would be the kindest to them in their final moments. Raphael."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Raphael reach for the dagger lying on the table, and something in Simeon snapped.
He couldn't let you die.
He couldn't let them kill you.
And if it meant he'd have to do the unthinkable.
He'd do it.
In all honesty, he blacked out in the moment. But it didn't take a genius to know that the bloody dagger that was buried in a dying Raphael's chest had to have been put there by someone. Someone whose hands were covered in blood, and whose eyes were cold and unfeeling as they watched the last of the life fade from an old acquaintance's eyes.
Everyone in the room, including himself, was shocked. But the two soldiers who'd come with Raphael quickly snapped out of it, into action, swinging their spears in his direction.
He yanked the blade from Raphael's chest, and quickly disarmed the first soldier, slicing across his stomach, and grabbing his spear to finish off the second soldier.
Then there was silence. Silence and burning. He didn't think he was injured, but he must have been. Somewhere was burning. He just couldn't figure out where.
He looked over at Michael, who sighed, daintily wiping his mouth, before standing and making his blade materialize.
"I have overlooked your sins. I've ignored the impure thoughts you have about that human. I've ignored you slowly leading Luke on a path that strays from the Celestial Realm. I ignore the work you don't do, the earthly ties you put down. But this?" He gestured at the dead around them. "I cannot ignore this."
Simeon was fighting to stay upright now. The burning, oh father, he must have caught fire. He fell to his knees with a cry of pain, unable to escape as Michael walked closer to him.
He raised his sword, preparing to drive it through his heart, when the ground beneath him vanished.
That's when Simeon realized he wasn't burning.
He was falling.
"War," you whispered. You didn't know you were shaking until you felt Simeon wrap his arms around you. You stiffened before you relaxed in his hold.
"I would have told you the truth sooner if I remembered. But there was so much stimulation with my new demonic abilities, all I could think of was you and your face, and your smell, and your soul that just is so appetizing. It wasn't until the halfway point through my stay in the attic that I was able to verbalize to Diavolo about what happened, and even then it wasn't that long ago I could clearly give him all the details. But Michael is starting to move forward now. His soldiers are starting to leave the Celestial Realm."
"That's why you've been busy all week."
You felt him nod.
"Simeon, what does Michael look like?"
….
"It's not often I see you twice in one night. Did you finally cure your insomnia?" The man hummed, offering you something that looked like hot chocolate.
"Go on, try it! I love to hear what you think about our food!"
Your stomach churned nervously, but you drank it down.
"Michael." It wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
The man grinned.
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Summary: Simeon x gn!reader. Now that you're all grounded, you and Simeon are separated. Again. Hopefully he can behave long enough to be ungrounded.
CW: suggestive Simeon
A/N: I totally blacked out to the world, and completely forgot about my event. So I worked hard today to finish this chapter for you all as a little treat treat. Also, I now cross post series on AO3, so give me an hour, and it'll be there if you prefer to read stuff there.
Chapters: One Two Four Five Six
Tap tap tap
Lucifer said nothing. But his eye was starting to twitch.
Tap tap tap tap
He held back a heavy groan. After getting the full story of your little "outing", Simeon was put back into confinement. But to be honest…
Tap tap tap tap
...He fit in really well with Lucifer's other brothers.
Tap tap tap
"Whatever you're typing, I'm certain you can take a break."
Simeon looked up from his typewriter with a glare, before pulling the page he was working on out, scanning it, and adding it to a pile of papers.
He walked over to the barrier, and held out the pile.
"Proofread this for me please."
Lucifer looked down at it, and held back the barrage of insults that he knew Simeon wanted him to release.
….
Everyone was grounded. Mammon was grounded. Asmo was grounded. You were grounded. Simeon was grounded. Solomon was grounded. Everyone was grounded.
Part of your punishment was this.
"How's Simeon doing?"
"I really want to tell you, but I don't want Lucifer to ground me as well," Diavolo said with a sympathetic smile.
"Nice try, Y/N."
You winced as you heard Lucifer enter Dia's office behind you.
"It's not fair! You can't just not tell me what and how he's doing!"
"I can and I will. Although here is a little tidbit of information, since you've been mostly well behaved. He's as obnoxious as ever."
You pouted at his sadistic grin.
"On the upside, TSL fans have something to look forward to. You know how he said he would never make a sequel series? Well he's been tapping away at that type writer non stop. We assumed, for good reason, it was to annoy us, but he slipped us the first chapter for us to "proofread"." Lucifer handed you the beginnings of a manuscript, a sour look on his face.
You had to hold back a giggle as you read.
The Lord of corruption, despite a millenia of fair rule, suddenly became a heartless monster, stealing Henry from his beloved Lord of Shadows. But a vile heart leads to a vile body, and soon all the world saw what a disgusting ogre the Lord of corruption had truly become.
He was horrific to behold. Children wept upon seeing his visage. The bravest of heroes cowered in fear. Even the other lords coul no longer bear to look at him for how horrifically ugly and putrid he had-
"You get the idea," Lucifer said, taking the stash of papers back.
"I didn't finish reading that!"
"Too bad. You should know how to read faster by now."
"Ooh, I wanna read it!" Diavolo reached for the pile of papers, leading Lucifer to hold it above his head, out of reach of the two biggest children he knew.
Luckily for you, Diavolo was able to get the stack of papers when Mammon busted down the door to the office, a pathetic look on his face.
"I can't take it anymore! Please unground me!"
Asmo was close behind.
"Me too! I'll never do it again!"
"Never do what again?" Lucifer asked with a scowl.
Asmo and Mammon looked at eachother, before sheepishly looking at the floor.
"Dunno."
"Can't remember."
"That's what I thought."
"Look, it's your fault. You ground us too often for us to remember why!" Asmo shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
"Perhaps this will ring a bell. Mammon, I left you with one job. Protect Y/N. And you left Asmo in charge so you could take an extra job to pay off the witches. Asmo, you were trusted to protect Y/N, and keep a certain, immature someone from doing something they shouldn't. And you failed. The avatar of lust fell to a pair of azure blues."
"And I'd do it again. Simeon has pretty eyes, and they deserve to be appreciated," Asmo said with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Look, I'd say we've been well behaved, so I think you should unground everyone!" You said hastily before Asmo and Mams could dig the hole even deeper.
Lucifer glared at Mammon and Asmo, then at the stack of papers Diavolo was giggling at, then back at you.
"Tell you what. I can unground you. It's not fair to punish you when he was charming you for 50% of the situation."
A pact required full consent from both parties, but you wouldn't complain about getting your freedom back.
"So then, how's Simeon?"
"Angry," Lucifer spat. "He was already unhealthily attached to you after his fall, but the pact just deepened it. We had to put a secondary barrier up so he wouldn't rip Barbatos and my arms off when we fed him."
You winced. You remembered those first days after he fell clearly. His eyes were in so much pain when you were taken away from him.
"Maybe if I could just talk to him…"
Lucifer groaned. "He's still grounded, remember? And you will find yourself locked in an attic in another dimension if you sneak back up there."
You pouted. But before you could complain-
"I should be ungrounded too! I have a gig I'm supposed to go to tonight!"
"I should also be ungrounded. I'm too pretty to be trapped in the house!"
….
It was so bright. It shouldn't be this bright in the Devildom. Something was wrong.
As your eyes adjusted, you realized you were sitting at a table with a tea party setting. And sitting in front of you was a man.
He was dressed in white, and he had a sweet expression on his face, but the look in his eyes was…unhinged to say the least.
"You must be Y/N," he said, smiling softly. "I must admit, I always imagined the person who caused us so much trouble to be, well, not quite as kind looking as you are."
He reached across the table and gently took your hand in his. Despite the gentleness of his touch, you stiffened. This man touching you was wrong.
"You're just a poor soul who got dragged into this aren't you? It's really a shame. We could use you."
"Y/N, wake up!"
You sat upright in your bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Beel and Belphie had slept with you last night, and they were both looking at you in concern.
"You were having a nightmare. We've been trying to wake you up for ten minutes now," Beel whispered.
"I couldn't enter your dream," Belphie said, his face lined with worry.
That certainly didn't feel like ten minutes. But dreams worked differently.
"Thanks guys," you heaved a sigh. There was no reason to be scared of that man, but something about him was wrong….
Beel passed you a glass of water that you gratefully accepted. The details of the dream were already beginning to fade. All you were left with was a bad feeling in your gut.
"What happened?" Belphie whispered, fear that you weren't used to hearing from him, evident in his voice.
"I don't know, but I'm so happy you woke me up," you snuggled into your twins, allowing yourself some comfort in your boys.
The door burst open, and Asmo skipped in.
"Y/N! Guess what day it is~?" He literally sang as he twirled around your room, landing himself gracefully in your lap, pressing his face close to you as though he fully intended to start making out with you. The only thing that stopped him was Belphie slamming a pillow into his face.
"What day is it?" You asked with a giggle.
Before Asmo could recover and respond, you heard a victorious "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" From your favorite avatar of greed as he ran into your room.
"Ristorante six, on me! Let's go! The great Mammon is no longer grounded!!!!!!!!" He cheered, dancing around your room, and ignoring Asmo's glorious pout.
"Wait! That means!" You cut yourself off, running down the hall and bursting into Lucifer's room, leaping onto his bed knees first, accidentally hitting his stomach in the process.
"The boys aren't grounded anymore!" You exclaimed excitedly.
He looked at you, looked at the time on his phone, then groaned.
"You better be on your best behavior, little dove."
You nodded quickly, folding your hands in your lap to indicate innocence. He sighed, and got up, grabbing his robe and making his way to the attic, you close behind.
He'd set up a different kind of barrier this time, one that even you couldn't get through. He dispelled the first layer, then the second, then the third, and you were able to make your way up the stairs.
Simeon was gripping the doorway by the time you made it up the stairs, his jaw clenched so hard you worried for his poor teeth.
"Is it time?" He moaned out, sounding so sad, so desperate, it hurt a little bit.
"Behave," was all Lucifer said as he dispelled the final barrier, allowing Simeon to run straight at you, faster than even Mammon could move.
His arms were around you, his mouth on your neck as he nibbled and bit along it possessively.
"I want you so carnally," he hissed.
Your jaw dropped in embarrassment as your eyes flickered to Lucifer, who already looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel, while simultaneously shoving Simeon back into the attic.
"You can't say things like that!" You murmured, and he snickered, before placing a particularly hard bite along your neck.
"I can say what I want," he giggled, but you knew him well enough to know that since it had embarrassed you, he wouldn't say it again. After all, just because he had fallen, didn't mean he was a completely different person.
"Behave," Lucifer snapped one last time, before heading down the attic stairs.
"I heard you were writing a sequel series. I only read the first two paragraphs," you said shyly.
He scooped you up in his arms, and walked into the attic, settling into one of the large chairs, and pulling you as close as the chair and your bones would allow.
"It's dedicated to you, my little lamb. I'll tell you all about it. See, it all starts when the Lord of Corruption's glamor spell finally fades, and everyone can see he looks like a hideous toad…"
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