#reader x simeon

[badperson-8]

Public Enemy

Reader/MC x Everyone

2.1k words | Comedy, Horror, Angst | AO3 link

You find a suspicious letter lying on the ground in front of the House of Lamentation. A trail of blood leads away from the building. You pick the letter up and find your name on the envelope. And against your better judgment, you open it.

Hello. Let me start by assuring you that this letter is not cursed in any way, so please, read it. At the time of me writing this, I'm still not sure that I'll even be able to deliver it to you. I have a plan, a very risky one. I'll probably have to sacrifice a limb. Or two. But I have no choice. Only you can help me. I'm begging you, please, read this letter until the end.

I don't think you know who I am. My entire life turned upside down because of you, but you probably aren't even aware of my existence. I know how much they protect you. And it's certainly in their power to prevent any upsetting information from reaching your ears. They coddle you so much. Do you even remember what pain feels like at this point?

But I digress. My name doesn't really matter. I've been through so much that I don't feel like myself anyway. If I get out of all of this alive, I'll change my name, identity, and appearance, and claw my way through all the circles of Hell to get to the Human Realm. Because there is no way I'm staying in the Devildom. I can't.

What you need to know is that at this moment, I'm the public enemy number one. Before that, I was a private investigator. I didn't have a badge, but I still served the common folk. I had a pretty big channel on Deviltube. Politics, controversies, dirty secrets of nobles—there were no forbidden themes on my channel. I was famous for my honesty, for exposing the truth. And one day, I uploaded a video about the most controversial person of all. About you.

Yeah, you are not as slick as you think. These rumors about you dating all the Seven Rulers, the vague evidence of you trying to seduce our future king, the absolutely vile gossip about you and that angel, or whatever he is right now... I've proven all of them to be true! And even more! You had sex with some butler right at the castle! During a party! Everybody heard you two, you know. It was forbidden to discuss, but no matter how hard everyone pretends, the music just wasn't loud enough.

I also had some not-safe-for-work photos of you and that human sorcerer. But I'll be honest, they weren't even featured in a video. Everybody got tired of Solomon's romantic escapades around five hundred years ago. Do you even know that he had one thousand partners? All thousand of them at the same time. Yeah, you are not special.

Except apparently you are! Because literally all hell broke loose as soon as I published my video. It was taken down within several minutes. By the request of that damn company that allegedly protects your public identity now. You probably don't even know about its existence. Imagine a whole office full of demons tracking all the mentions of your persona on the internet. On taxpayers’ money. I wasn't shocked when I found out that Asmodeus was its owner. But when I learned that it was Lucifer who approved an enormous budget for that ridiculous purpose, I was appalled. I always thought that he was much more responsible with money. Though, after everything I've experienced lately, his actions don't surprise me anymore. It's clear that he is under your thumb just like everybody else.

Losing the video I've worked so hard on was stressful. I was furious, not understanding that it was just the beginning. Meanwhile, Asmodeus clearly mentioned this incident to the rest of your... Who are they at this point? Boyfriends? There were some rumors about marriage, but you couldn't marry all of them, right? Polygamy has always existed in the Devildom, but aren't you too greedy? Are you trying to break Solomon's record? Maybe all humans are simply insatiable? Even Asmodeus is less of a playboy. How do you even have the stamina to

They didn't wait long to make a move. It all started with horrifying nightmares, clearly a courtesy of Belphegor. And when I say horrifying, I actually mean "ultrarealistic inescapable torture that traps you within your own mind with your worst fears". Sounds lovely, doesn't it? No words can describe how awful these nightmares were. When I finally woke up, I swear, I didn't recognize myself in the mirror. All the light escaped my eyes, and I looked like I was on the verge of death.

I soon realized that I was literally about to die when Satan broke into my house. I don't know if he and Belphegor planned their double attack or if it was just a coincidence. But I managed to run away. For a long time, I didn't even know what happened to my house. You know, the one I've been living in for seven centuries. Recently I succumbed to the temptation and sneaked there to check.

It's fully gone. Some remnants of my personal belongings are scattered on the ground. The debris is now permanently covered in the raging green fire. At least the neighbors were spared.

While I was on the run, several friends called me and let me know that apparently I became a fugitive. Lord Diavolo issued a warrant of my arrest. Everywhere I went there were guards waiting for me, ready to catch me toss and me in jail. After a while I started to think that I should've just gone with them. But against my better judgment, I continued to run.

Soon I realized that my phone was the problem. Someone was clearly tracking my movements through that damn thing. I noticed some virus files named "Stay_Away_From_My_Henry" and "Lord_Of_Shadow_Will_Get_You_LOL" right before I destroyed my phone, but I couldn't make sense of them. Maybe they mean something to you.

I was alone and without any means to contact anyone who could help me. Not even my lawyer! I tried to lay low, but someone always was on my tail. Probably whoever hacked my phone was watching me through security cameras around the city. I can't imagine who aside from the Seven Rulers could get clearance to access all the cameras in the Devildom, so it must’ve been one of your guys as well.

I wasn't sure how I was escaping. It was the only thing that went surprisingly well. But whenever I tried to find shelter or a transport to get as far away as possible, my luck was non-existent. Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. Think of any negative outcome you can imagine, and it probably happened. I tried to hide in an abandoned building. It collapsed on me right away and almost buried me alive. I tried to take a bus. I was the only passenger, and it plummeted down the bridge as it was crossing it. The driver jumped out just in time. I wasn't so lucky. Then I tried to steal a car. And almost got suffocated by a self-activated airbag.

It took me some time to remember that Mammon can influence one's luck. It became widely known after some of his messy breakups. Word of caution: don't break up with or divorce him. It's not fun to be trapped in a bus while you're flying into a river, trust me.

Scratch that, don't break up with any of them, period. If my experience is any indication, none of them will let you go easily. You are stuck with them now; I hope you understand it. I bet they only ever let you see their "good side", but all of them are rotten.

Except for your angel lover. Never thought I'd say this about an angel, but he is not that bad. He is the only person who didn't torture me, and it means a lot to me lately.

Soon, the number of pursuers increased. I eavesdropped on some of them and learned that there was new blood among the guards Lord Diavolo sent. Solomon the Wise offered his services, and now all the demons he had contracts with were also chasing me around the realm.

The endless running finally stopped only when Lucifer himself decided to get involved. He appeared in front of me out of nowhere, grabbed me, and teleported away.

Did you know that he has five secret torture rooms hidden throughout the Devildom? I've visited them all. I must admit, they are pretty tasteful. Minimalistic decor, relaxing dim light, clean floors and instruments.

Lucifer wasn't much of a talker, at least around me. He clearly is a man of action and prefers to work efficiently. I got the opportunity to fully experience how imaginative he is as well. Though, the worst torture devices were of human origin. Some inventions currently can only be seen on the pages of human history books, but Lucifer replicated them to the tiniest of details.

When there was very little of me left, he summoned Beelzebub. A very hungry Beelzebub.

Have you ever been eaten alive? I assume not. Maybe you'll get to experience it one day if you anger one of your darling boyfriends. Or if you make him too excited. There is no win here, really. I don't know what you were thinking when you started dating this guy.

I'll spare you the details. Just know that every single cell of my body was put through a wringer. I can only thank my dear grandma for genes of incredible durability and regeneration. As long as something of me still exists, I can restore myself.

I regained my consciousness in the sewers. I'll leave it to your deduction skills to figure out how I got there. I was reforming my body slowly, piece by piece. And when I finally got a more or less stable structure and collapsed from exhaustion, I was greeted by another nightmare.

And then I woke up in my house. I know. I was confused too. At first, I thought that everything that happened was part of the nightmare, and Belphegor was just messing with my head. But it was far worse.

Everything repeated itself. Everything. Satan barging in, the endless chase, Lucifer, Beelzebub... I woke up in the sewers, regenerated, collapsed, and then woke up once more, in my house.

No matter what I did to change the outcome, nothing helped. I tried to give myself up willingly to the demons that chased me. Instead of taking me to jail, they dragged me to Lucifer, at his personal request.

Next time I went to Solomon’s minions. Did you know that he has three secret torture rooms in the Devildom alone? But I guess he'd call them "laboratories". I've visited them all as well. And then whatever was left of me was used in his potions. Some tiny parts of me always end up tossed away, though. I regenerate, collapse, and everything starts over.

I don't know who does it. Someone trapped me in this endless loop, and I can't get out. Time has no meaning anymore. I lost count of how many times I relived this sequence of events. I remember everything, which is the worst part of all of it. I'm so tired.

This is the first time I'm trying to contact you. Somehow it never occurred to me before that you could be my savior. Maybe this entity that keeps torturing me through time and space will be appeased if I apologize to you.

I am sorry. Truly. And I pity you. You may think that you have everything under control, but you tied yourself to a group of demons you don't really know. And a human sorcerer, of course. Be careful, because even if they don't show it in your presence, they are cruel. And you don't have regeneration as good as mine.

But I have a feeling that this unseen monster won't be pacified by a simple "I'm sorry" letter, so my only hope is you.

Make them stop. I've been through enough. There is no justice here, only a cruel game that amuses everyone except for me. I just want to leave this damn place and never come back.

They'll listen to you, I know that.

Take care of yourself. And good luck. You may need it even more than me.

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[sakkajagga]

ok but I need to see Simeon kissing MC's knee

lmfao hopefully you remember or even see that i'm answering this a literal year later... (well i'm off by like 3 days but w/e)

context: a line from Only Human referencing hitting your knee on a chair and simeon kissing your booboo ; 3;

    “I truly do appreciate your help, but you really don’t need to waste your free time working.”

    You don’t even look back, not stopping the rhythm of work as you and Simeon unload the delivery. Just simply heft the bag of flour up on your shoulder and carry it inside. “I’m almost offended you think hanging out with you is a ‘waste’ of time.”

    The smile he gives you is of fond exasperation. He knows you know he hadn’t meant it that way, but lets you have the little victory of brushing off being thanked yet again; taking the sack from you to store it in its rightful place.

    With the two of you working in perfect harmony, the shipment is unloaded and put away in no time. Simeon goes over the check list one last time with the driver while you haul the last oversized bag of sugar inside. You pass Luke, who rushes by, back out to the front where there are presumably customers waiting; craning your neck to look through the swinging door to ensure everything is all right and missing entirely the chair left out the short angel had been presumably using as a step stool in his haste.

    Perfectly at the level of your knee, its edge and your bone have an unceremonious meeting—the sort that shoots a lightning bolt of pain rocketing through your every nerve as you sway on your feet, determined to remain upright and to keep the comically large sack of sugar elevated when there are hands suddenly bracing your waist.

    “Are you all right?”

    “Perfect,” you grit, trying to keep your weight of your still-numb leg as you look back at Simeon. “Never better.”

    “Be that as it may,” he tugs the sugar from your grasp, depositing it rather carelessly to the floor, in comparison to your painstaking effort to not drop it, before guiding you to take a seat on the very chair that had just accosted you.

    “Don’t make such a fuss over something like—!” You jump in place, nearly jerking your leg away when he applies even the slightest pressure to your knee.

    Knelt in front of you, Simeon cuts his gaze up to your reaction.

    “Okay, maybe it’s still a little tender at the moment…”

    “Sit still,” he rises to his feet, slipping by, “I’ll get some ice.”

    “It’s not that serious, Simeon…” Despite it, you wait, knowing arguing is futile when it comes to injuries—even when it’s a literal bump. In mere moments, he returns, small bundle of ice in hand and repositions to kneeling once again.

    First his palm touches, gingerly, gauging the way you tense, the heat from the bump he can feel forming, then the press of ice elicits an involuntary shiver up your leg. “I think you may just make it,” he murmurs gravely. “I don’t think we’ll have to amputate this time.”

    “Oh, thank you, doctor…you’ve saved my life.”

    Simeon chuckles, readjusting the homemade icepack over your knee as he smiles up at you. “Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished.”

    “I don’t even wanna think about the punishment for your good deed of coming to my poor knee’s rescue.”

    His gaze drops back to said knee, lifting the ice pack and replacing it with his palm again. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

    You pause, knowing he means nothing at all, and yet can’t help the stupid lurch of your insides over his concern. Every fiber in you screams to decline, to declare you're fine, to walk it off and prove it doesn’t even bother you anymore already. Instead you nod, numb as you reach down to pull the material covering your leg up just past your knee for Simeon’s scrutiny.

    The mark is still raised, bruise already forming; slowly darkening your skin as his warm hand brushes over it. Another shiver erupts out from your knee and he thankfully readministers the icepack. “Doesn’t look too bad,” Simeon sighs quietly, relieved. “It looked like you hit it much harder than this mark indicates.”

    “Oh, yeah, it’s fine, really.”

    “Better safe than sorry.”

    “Yes, doctor…”

    He doesn’t have to look up to know you’re rolling your eyes; sarcasm draining from your entire body as his hand braces the back of your calf, lifting your leg ever so slightly. The icepack shifts again, moving away and granting Simeon ample room to lean forward. His lips are warm, soft and reassuring and electric and promising, all pressed against your knee in a moment that simultaneously lasts too long and too briefly until he is backing away with a smile far more innocent than you think should be capable.

    “That medicine should help you heal nicely.” His smile doesn’t falter for even a second. “Please let me know if you need a refill.”

[solomonssock]

That time when you have dinner with Simeon and it's Wednesday night

Uh hi, first ficlet ever for this fandom and it has to be random middle of the week domestic slice of life bc my brain said so.

Pairing: gn!reader x simeon (romantic or platonic is up to you, have fun)

Tw: none?? pls correct me if I'm wrong

Word count: ~2,100

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"Come now, MC, it's time to wake up."

Exhausted as you are, you purr at the gentle pressure of fingers tenderly carding through your hair.

"Mm, five more minutes," Nuzzling your face into the space below, you reach up to grasp the hand resting on your head, tugging it to your side to tangle the fingers with your own.

Your world slightly shakes with the breathy chuckle Simeon lets out at your antics, but he doesn't pull his hand away.

"You said that 5 minutes ago, dear."

You crack open an eye to peer up at the angel, but quickly shut it again as you feel your face begin to heat up. Having come to terms with the confirmed existence of the supernatural, you send a thanks to the Heavenly Father for the beautiful creature in your company.

Despite being in the Devildom for some time, you still hadn't fully adjusted to the unfamiliarity of your newish reality. Establishing a routine of window shopping with Asmodeus (though the only one abstaining from purchases was you), starting a book club with Satan and Solomon, and hosting a weekly movie night open to all the brothers brought a sense of comfort you could cling to. Regrettably, it wasn't enough.

You adored the devilish demon lords who had finally come around to accepting you after a rather tumultuous start, and midmester, and still sort of now given some of your reservations with Belphegor. But, as amusing as their antics were, they only further reminded you of how different this world was from the comfort that could so easily be found in your own.

"MC?" Your eyes shoot open again to meet Simeon's, and you share a tired smile with him as he gives a quick squeeze to the digits you've encaged him with.

You feel a bit guilty, really. Despite the unfortunate circumstances that had come to pass, everyone has done their best to be accommodating to you. Leviathan had started going out of his way to search for series suited to your more "normie" interests, Beelzebub had gotten into the habit of creating a human-safe snack stash locked away in the kitchen with a code only known by you, and even Lucifer had been so kind as to look for non-cursed records for you two to partake in over a glass of demonus.

Yet, no one brought you as much comfort as Simeon.

Being one of the only two human representatives was a heavy task. And it was made heavier by the expectations of the eldest brother and the eyes of lesser devils who followed your every move. The unfamiliarity of Devildom coursework made you feel inferior when it came easy to your classmates, the technicalities of student council meetings often went over your head, and cultural differences had you reeling when you learned that some habitual acts of human kindness could insinuate that one underestimated the capability of the demons around them.

So, although you're not quite sure when this little routine of finding comfort in Simeon started, you are grateful it has. Whenever you were terribly frustrated or on the brink of tears, you could rely on him to hold you steady.

You'd learned that a chat over coffee or tea with sweets could do wonders to soothe the soul. Such moments became even more precious when you began to pick up on the way Simeon had narrowed down to only laying out your favorite pickings. Or when you'd figured out how he'd gotten into the habit of having a fifth chair already pulled up on the weekends you joined him, Luke, Raphael, and Solomon for dinner.

Yes, no one prioritized you or your needs the way Simeon did.

You flinch slightly as Simeon uncoils his fingers from yours, "It's starting to get late, I'll walk you home." Patiently, he waits for you to lift your head off his lap.

"Simeon," you call out to him as you sit up and stretch, "do you think we can we grab dinner before you drop me off?"

"Dinner?"

You snort as his confused expression.

"Yeah, I was thinking we could stop by this human-demon fusion restaurant that Beel mentioned. It's just a pop-up shop, but the reviews on Devilgram seem pretty positive."

Bending down, you pick up your backpack from off the living room floor and sling it over your shoulder. You'd left R.A.D. with Simeon and Luke after classes, studying until Solomon arrived to take Luke to the Demon Lord's castle. You hope that Luke will save you some of whatever recipe Barbatos and him decide to try their hand at this week, and that Diavolo will be successful in preventing Solomon access to the kitchen.

"Not that I wouldn't want to, dear, but it's a school night. Are you sure that would be fine with Lucifer? I don't want to get you into any trouble." 

You feel the corners of your lips tugging upward at the angel's concern.

"It'll be fine. I'll just let him know I'll be with you for a bit longer than planned, and to give my plate to whoever wants it. So, Beel."

It's not too long after you message him that Lucifer gives you the ok and his mandatory warning to return within the next hour or so. Honesty and timeliness were a virtue that Lucifer was appreciative of, and you were used to using both in good measure with updating the eldest. It had saved you from what could have been endless lectures more times than you could count.

"See," You show Simeon the text thread, "all good to go."

"Well, I'm curious to see what this fusion is all about. Anything in particular you'd like to try?" You follow Simeon as he stands and moves towards the foyer of Purgatory Hall.

"Simeon, you know I'm terribly indecisive when it comes to good food. I want to try it all." He laughs at that, opening the front door for you and exposing the warm hall to the chilly evening.

You suppress a shiver.

"My apologies, I presume the usual then?" Meaning: you two will buy a plate or two each to share and compare. Each taking home what they prefer or splitting it evenly.

"Oh, but of course. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thankfully, the pop up is situated in a toasty cafe that's closer to the House of Lamentation than you expected. Though bummed that their most popular item, the Demon Delish Barbeque Skewers, are sold out, you're pleasantly surprised to find out that most of the reviews are true. The food you and Simeon order goes down smooth for the most part, and you can actually try at least half of the menu if you wanted.

You decide you'll come back with the brothers before it's gone.

"Sorry about falling out like that earlier," you take a sip of the Gossam berry shake you're sharing with Simeon. It's a bit tangier than you were expecting, but the slight sugar rush gets your blood pumping. Maybe a little too pumped since you can feel it coursing through you, but it's fine...probably.

With a soft shake of his head, Simeon reaches over to take the shake for himself. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You needed to rest."

You watch as he lifts the straw you're sharing to his lips and takes a sip. Never in all your life did you think you'd be intimate enough with an angel to be in the same room as them, let alone share a singular straw. You wonder what even is your life anymore.

"I guess...I just, feel bad." You slouch onto the table, resting your chin on top of your crossed arms. Simeon sends you a gentle smile and reaches over to pat one of your arms. When you don't move, he leaves his hand to linger, fingers tracing up and down in a soothing pattern.

"Mm," Simeon hums, "It does no good to tell one how they should feel but know you haven't offended me at all. I enjoy spending time with you."

"Even if I were to start drooling in your lap?" You quip, blinking back the tears you feel rising to the surface. You can feel the week catching up to you, and it's only Wednesday.

"Especially then."

You snort, pushing your face into the arm he isn't holding to wipe the wetness from your eyes.

"MC," You lift your head as Simeon calls out to you. "Really, it's alright."

You flush as you sit up, retracting your arms to rub at your eyes. His arm still lays splayed out on the table, hand held open for you to grab if you want. And you do, even with how selfish you feel you've been with his time all evening.

He links his fingers with yours.

"Now isn't the right place or time," he begins in a hushed whisper, "but when you're ready to talk," he gives your hand a firm squeeze, "I'm here."

"Thank you, Simeon."

A ping grabs both of your attention, and Simeon puts down the shake to pick up his phone. He manages to unlock it without your help, and a smile pulls at his lips.

"What is it?"

He clicks on something before turning the screen towards you. It's an image of Luke and Barbatos holding up a tray of what looks like some multi-colored cream puffs. Your heart melts at the joy in their faces.

"Aw, look at him. I'm sure he did such a good job! Soon enough I'm going to have to start taking lessons from him."

"Yes, I'm excited to try whatever he brings home. He's been improving each week with Barbatos's help. Truly, I'm relieved he's found something to connect with him over. I...," Simeon shuts his phone and puts it away, "I do worry about him."

"Well, that's only natural. I’m really proud of him and how far he's come. I get how...hard it can be. But who knows, maybe the two of them will open the first-ever Angel-Demon fusion bakery or something."

Simeon laughs at that, "Yes, I would like that. Perhaps when that time comes, we could go together?"

"Yeah," you unwrap your hand from Simeon's as you see your waitress round the corner with the check you'd asked for earlier, "I would like that a lot."

The walk back home is quicker than you would like, but you enjoy hearing Simeon talk about his newfound fascination with Devildom botany on account of a carnivorous plant that uprooted itself into Purgatory Hall unannounced. Thankfully, Barbatos and Diavolo were quick to settle the matter before it could go on a rampage, and you promise to check with Satan to see if he has any book recommendations for newcomers to the study.

The two of you stop just before the gates.

"Thanks for walking me home," you reach out to give Simeon a hug.

"And thank you," he rests his head on your own as you settle into his arms, "you didn't have to pay for my meal, but it is appreciated."

"Let's take Luke and the rest with us next time, I think they would enjoy it too and it should be here until the end of the month." 

Your heart skips a beat as you feel Simeon's lips lightly press against your head. It's not a kiss, but it makes you feel raw all the same. He takes in a deep breath and exhales, the air pushing against you.

"I would like that very much."

You look to him as he suddenly lifts his head and faces Lamentation. His eyes narrow and he lets out a huff of amusement.

"Well then, dear, I'll let you go. I believe someone is waiting for you to hurry back."

You have an idea of who he might be talking about and looking back over your shoulder confirms your suspicions. You laugh as you catch Mammon ducking down under one of the downstairs windows near the front door.

You turn back to Simeon, "Ok, sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Simeon pulls back, and you fidget a bit as he takes you in. He gives your shoulders a quick squeeze before fully pulling away, "Yes, I'll see you tomorrow."

As you lie in bed that night you hear your phone go off and see a text notification from Simeon. You're not sure when he managed to take a candid picture of you savoring the HoomanWorld Burger ✩ you ordered, but you can't be mad with how funny the blur is.

I had fun today. Sweet dreams, Mc.

Yes, me too! Sweet dreams, Simeon.

[leviathans-watching]

planetarium date with simeon

for @bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9, who requested 'I want it to be about family ties and a fluffy romantic moment at the Planetarium' centered on simeon

includes: you x simeon, you & simeon, you & luke & simeon (gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4 | rated g | m.list

a/n: this is super cute and sweet! i hope i achieved the level of fluff you wanted! thanks for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request!

please like & reblog <333

standing in line, you tighten your grip on simeon’s hand, smiling over at him. slightly in front of you, luke is practically vibrating, eyes alight in excitement. he had expressed interest in going to a human planetarium now that he was in the human realm, and remembering that there was one close by, you had planned a trip for him in surprise, with simeon’s help, of course.

simeon squeezes back, matching your smile, though his is a bit softer.

the line moves fairly quickly, and soon enough, the three of you are taking your seats, ready for the show. luke keeps up a steady stream of conversation, which you occasionally interject into, and when the lights dim his mouth snaps shut before you even have to remind him to be quiet. you and simeon share a silent laugh.

the show starts, but you’re not paying that much attention, focused instead on the weight of simeon’s hand still in yours, how you can feel his eyes on you instead of on the ceiling above you.

“what?” you ask quietly, not wanting to disturb the people around you.

“nothing,” simeon says. “you’re just really cute.”

another sile tugs at the corner of your lips even as your cheeks heat up slightly. “oh yeah? well, i could say the same to you.”

a quick look at luke shows him still entranced by the spinning show and not paying any attention you.

simeon’s breath ghosts over your ear as he chuckles. “that’s kind of you to say. but really, you’re absolutely incredible. both on the outside and the inside. i love watching you care for everyone around you, especially luke.”

“how could i not?” you ask. “i love everyone around me. i love luke and feel like he’s my family.”

“i hope i’m part of your family,” simeon says, and you nod.

“you are, though not as a brother.” even though you’re whispering, simeon can easily pick up on your coy tone, and in response, he presses a quick kiss to your jaw, right below your ear.

“well, that’s a relief. i’d hope not.” you can feel his smile against your skin, prompting you to, © leviathans-watching - all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, or claim as your ownagain, smile back.

simeon pulls away from you, looking up. the galaxies are reflected in his eyes, and you think he might be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen, especially in this moment. it’s hard for you to tear your eyes away, but you do, also looking up.

the stars spin, the narrator's voice washes over you, simeon’s hand finds yours again, and you think you could stay here forever, given the option.

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[badperson-8]

Update of "Their Master" Ch 44

Divine Intervention

Instead of a nice and loving soul who would be perfect for the exchange program, You were dragged into the Devildom. A person with VERY questionable morals, goals, personality, and background. How much damage can a human deal to all-powerful, ancient creatures? Let's find out.

male!reader x everybody | male!MC x everybody

Posted only on AO3 due to the big size of the work.

Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence | Explicit Sexual Content | Explicit Language

Current Chapter

First Chapter

Edit: Lol and of course AO3 is down. Now I can't get my dose of lovely comments from the readers🥲 Shout-out to Infinite_Principle who was fast enough to both read and comment💜 Let's hope it'll get fixed soon

[badperson-8]

Wintry Warmth

Reader x Solomon | Reader x Simeon

2.7k words | Fluff | AO3 link

Lately you've been finding yourself in the Purgatory Hall more and more often. Over time, it gets increasingly difficult to leave. And as you find shelter in both the building and Simeon and Solomon's embrace, this place feels like home more than ever.

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You open your eyes with a heavy sigh, feeling the rumbling of your stomach. A soft blanket covers you from head to toe, pinning you to the bed with its warmth and coziness. Your mind, still partially tangled in a dream, contemplates two options. You could just stay here, warm and snug, and continue sleeping like you really should, or…

Growl…

Or you could sneak towards the kitchen and find something to snack on. With the amount of food you ate for dinner, you’d think you’d be full. But just a mere thought of Simeon’s cooking makes your body act on its own.

Your feet carefully step on the floor, and you head in the direction of the door. Nothing bad is going to happen if you eat a little piece of that cake, right? Maybe a couple of pieces…

The Purgatory Hall is fully immersed in the night hours, but even with the lights off, it looks just as cozy as always. You are all too familiar with these corridors and halls, so it’s easy to find your way even in the darkness. The moon shines brightly through the windows as countless snowflakes swirl in the air. You stand and observe the scene for a few moments, feeling the temperature drop the closer you lean towards the glass. The house is well-protected from cold winds and snow. There is something magical about the difference of the atmosphere inside and outside your shelter. Just like the denizens of the Purgatory Hall, the building itself makes you feel welcomed and cherished. Was it always like this? Or did Simeon and Solomon make it such a comforting place?

Tonight’s sleepover is one of many, and each time it gets more difficult to leave. The guest room now officially belongs to you. And almost half of your stuff is scattered around the Purgatory Hall, creating the illusion that you inhabit these walls alongside the two angels and the sorcerer.

An especially strong gust of wind bashes the glass, letting the chill slip through tiny cracks of the old window. You shiver and step away, retreating into the dark corridors. The Purgatory Hall immediately hugs you with its warmth as the temperature of the air returns to normal. But you still can’t shake off the cold from your body, making you crave a more corporeal hug.

Your eyes wander in the direction of two bedrooms down the corridor. You stare at the dark brown door of Simeon’s room but ultimately shake your head and move to the next one. The angel is the most diligent guy you know; he must be sound asleep. It would be a shame to disturb his rest just because you got a bit lonely. Besides, sometimes it’s hard to predict whether Simeon will join you in your shenanigans in earnest or gently scold you instead.

But you can always count on Solomon to support any of your ideas with great enthusiasm. You smile to yourself as your fist carefully knocks on the white door. As expected, it didn’t take long for Solomon to open it and peek outside without any traces of sleepiness on his face. You glance behind his shoulder, examining an interrupted alchemical experiment. Solomon is at it again, working in the dead of night. But it’s not like you have any place to judge, especially tonight.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” you ask, moving your gaze back at the sorcerer’s face.

“Of course not. You know that you’re always welcome to interrupt me no matter what I do.” Solomon gives you one of his on-brand charming smiles, making your heart quiver. A silly thought flashes in your mind, that you’re lucky to be a human and not a demon. Otherwise, you’d be trapped in a pact with the sorcerer the second you saw this gentle expression on his face. “Come in.” Solomon steps to the side, opening you the way into his room.

“Actually, I was hoping to invite you for a walk,” you smile, secretly fighting the urge to come inside and distract Solomon from his work some other way. Your gaze slips back to his lips as you ponder whether you’re actually that hungry or you can endure till morning. It shouldn’t be too hard, especially if Solomon volunteers to distract you…

“For a walk?” Solomon lets his surprise show for only a second before he nods readily and steps out of his room, closing the door behind his back. “Sure, let’s go. Do you have a specific place in mind, or should I pick one? There is a new restaurant that serves presumably angelic and human food. I heard they work all night. Also, according to my calculations, there should be a meteor shower in about 20 minutes on the other side of the Devildom. I can conjure us a teleport and…”

You let him spill his ideas at you for just a bit longer, enjoying his enthusiasm. Solomon was always into planning your dates. He seemingly loves the preparation stage just as much as he loves the rendezvous themselves. And you know for a fact that he has a hefty notebook with the list of events and places he wants to visit with you. So you feel a little bad when you have to stop his brainstorming session.

“Sorry, but I had something more… domestic in mind. Like a walk to the kitchen, for example? If you’re hungry, of course.” That restaurant sounded enticing, but you’re still not eager to leave the shelter of the Purgatory Hall. With Solomon the trip there would be swift and comfortable, but tonight you want to stay at home.

Home. You smile at your thoughts. Yes, it seems you’re really thinking of this place as home now.

“Oh, of course. Sorry, I got carried away.” Solomon’s smile doesn’t waver even for a moment. This man is clearly happy to do anything, as long as you’re enjoying yourself. Both of you start making your way towards the kitchen, making sure to keep your voices low to avoid disturbing Simeon and Luke. “I could prepare something for you. How about pizza? I recently found a very simple recipe, which I improved with a couple of secret ingredients. I was looking forward to you trying it.”

“Oh.” You feel a shiver running down your spine. “Well, I think we should eat everything that Simeon prepared first. The fridge is packed with food; we really shouldn’t cook any more.”

“Right,” Solomon agrees easily as you sneakily let out a relieved sigh. The sorcerer chuckles softly, whispering to you, “Simeon told me that he got too excited when he heard that you were coming and even staying over. He was cooking the whole day and didn’t notice how he went overboard. When he finally stopped, it was too late.”

“I feel like it happens every time I come over,” you smile softly.

It warms your heart that Simeon gets so excited to see you, no matter how many times you stop by. It’s a relief that he’s just as crazy about you as you are about him. Sometimes you wonder if you come off as too clingy when you visit the Purgatory Hall so often. Both Solomon and Simeon are very busy people, with their alchemical experiments and writing deadlines; you’d hate to interrupt their work. But at this point in your relationship, you have no choice but to believe that they’ll always be happy to spend time with you, no matter what. And this feeling is very much mutual. It’s a very liberating sentiment that lets all three of you pour all your love at each other without unnecessary overthinking. There is a lot of trust in your relationship.

Well, in most aspects. You’re still not quite ready to trust in Solomon’s cooking skills.

“Are you absolutely sure that you don’t want pizza? I swear, it’ll only take a few minutes to prepare it,” Solomon offers over the shoulder as he dives into the fridge.

“Yes, I’m completely sure,” you smile tensely. It’s almost a good thing that Solomon has this major flaw. If you had to date two ideal men instead of one, you’d spontaneously combust from too much pressure.

“Got it! So we will go with something else then. How about a cake? We three will finish it in no time.”

“Three?” you mumble just before being embraced from behind by Simeon. He presses his chest against your back, letting you feel the heat of his body. He’s much hotter than usual, which probably means that he crawled out of his warm bed mere seconds ago. Solomon is still staring into the fridge in search of the right food, so you have no idea how he noticed Simeon’s arrival faster than you.

“What are you up to, hm?” Simeon’s whisper comes off softer and lower. His voice is still a bit hoarse from sleep. He nuzzles against your hair and breathes out in satisfaction, pressing himself closer to you. His hands rest on your stomach, interlocking fingers and securely trapping you in a hug. The angel is still a bit sleepy; he leans on you mindlessly, forgetting to control how much weight he puts on you. But you readily straighten up and support his relaxed body with your own.

“Did we wake you up? I’m sorry,” you say quietly. Your fingers caress his hands in a more intimate apology. You feel Simeon shaking his head as he still presses his face against your hair.

“No, don’t worry. A branch of a tree was hitting my window, so I woke up. It doesn’t usually do that, but today’s wind is incredibly strong. Then I heard a commotion in the kitchen, so here I am.”

“Yes, the wind really is terrible today,” Solomon says with a suspiciously coy voice. He straightens up, holding a big plate with a cake on it, and turns towards you. “Lord Diavolo’s conjured snow is usually much tamer than this. It seems the wind brought more clouds, and now we have a real storm on our hands. At this rate the entire Purgatory Hall will be covered in snow. Even the exit door might be blocked. It’s a good thing we’re always prepared to take care of our adorable guest here, no matter how long it takes.”

You’re just about to remark that he can easily conjure a portal if the need arises, but Simeon speaks up first.

“What is this?” The angel settles his chin on your shoulder and squints his eyes at the cake. You can feel his irritated huff with the sensitive skin of your ear. “If you two are hungry, I’ll heat up some soup. Eating cakes at night is a bad idea.”

“Come on, nothing will happen from one piece…” Solomon rolls his eyes, but Simeon has already let you go and approached the sorcerer. He determinately takes the plate from Solomon’s hands and puts it back into the fridge, getting out a large bowl full of soup instead.

“Now give me a second to warm this up.” The angel turns to you with a gentle smile, ignoring Solomon’s pouting. He quickly pours the soup into three smaller bowls and closes his eyes, concentrating on a spell. A gust of magical hot air envelopes the dishes and steadily heats up the food within.

While the angel is busy, Solomon locks eyes with you. He winks mischievously and gestures for you to open your mouth. Not sure what he wants, you reluctantly do as he asks, immediately feeling a little piece of a sweet treat landing on your tongue. Solomon smirks and sneakily chews on his own part of the cake. He effortlessly teleports the cake into your mouth piece by piece, without the need to open the fridge and risk Simeon’s wrath. He slides around the kitchen preparing the place for all three of you to eat, all while continuously feeding you the forbidden dessert. Solomon’s bustling movements hide the fact that he casts any spells at all. So even when Simeon opens his eyes and settles the bowls on the table, he doesn’t notice anything unusual. You munch on the treat as carefully as you can, and it seems this time you and Solomon manage to get away with your cheeky schemes.

Solomon nudges Simeon as he notices the third bowl. “For all your lectures, you’re hungry too, huh?”

“I just want to enjoy your company a bit longer, and I feel like being the only one who is not eating would be awkward.” Simeon smiles shyly. Then he sighs and admits, “Though, truth be told, I am tempted by both the company and the food. This soup turned out exceptionally well, if I do say so myself. So yes, I’ll join you, if you don’t mind.” He looks at both of you with fake defiance and frowns jokingly. Solomon and you only snicker in response, assuring him that he can eat whatever and whenever he wants.

All three of you sit down at the table and enjoy the meal in shared comfortable silence. Some meals deserve to be savored without distractions, and Simeon’s creations always have top-notch quality. The warmth of the soup, the powerful wind behind the window, the snowflakes dancing in the air, and the proximity of your two favorite men make you relaxed and sleepy. Your mind wanders as you melt into the cozy atmosphere, allowing this moment to lull you into the state of peace and serenity. You try to remember all the little details and sensations that surround you, hoping to relive this scene in your memories later.

Like Simeon’s satisfied humming on your left and Solomon’s thoughtful sigh on your right. The angel simply enjoys the meal while Solomon stares into the bowl, no doubt remembering all the ingredients to try to cook for you the same soup later. With a few improvements, no doubt.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” Simeon asks softly once all of you are done with the meal. Solomon’s magic levitates the bowls towards the sink, turns on water, and starts washing the dishes. “Or, I guess, what are your plans for today? It’s almost morning already.”

“I thought about moving the rest of my stuff into the Purgatory Hall,” you say carefully, waiting for Solomon and Simeon’s reactions. “If you and Luke don’t mind, of course.”

But judging from the wide and relieved smiles these two give you, they don’t mind in the slightest.

“I’m sure Luke will be happy to hear the news. As do I.” Simeon moves closer and envelopes you with his arms, pressing you against his chest. You can feel his fast heartbeat that betrays his perfectly calm demeanor.

Once the angel lets go of you, you get pulled backwards in a hug that almost makes you fall from your chair. Solomon grabs you from behind and captures your lips in a kiss, breathing out happily into your mouth.

“I think it’s safe to say that Solomon is also happy about your decision.” Simeon says as he rests his head on the arm, watching both of you with a gentle smirk.

“Right,” Solomon chuckles and lets you go, fixing his hair in an attempt to compose himself with this routine gesture. “Right. Oh, look!” He suddenly points at the window. The powerful swirling of snowflakes slows down right before your eyes as the wind subdues within seconds. Now the snow falls down slowly, promising a pleasant number of snowdrifts rather than a logistical disaster on the roads. “Looks like the weather is getting significantly better. We won’t be trapped in the house after all. So, let’s move your stuff first thing in the morning.” Solomon smiles brightly at you, shining with enthusiasm.

After you’re done with your late-night snacks, Simeon takes you by the hand and leads you down the corridor, towards his bedroom. It’s a silent offer that you accept readily, squeezing his hand tighter. Your other hand is gripping firmly on Solomon’s arm, making sure that he follows you instead of diving into his room and continuing working until dawn. The sorcerer only smirks and hastens his steps, getting to Simeon’s bed first and dropping on it like it belongs to him. Simeon and you get pulled along and drop on top of Solomon with barely contained shared laughter.

You fall asleep between the angel and the sorcerer, feeling Simeon’s gentle kisses on your hair and forehead and Solomon’s hands on your torso as he embraces you from behind. They lightly caress you until you slowly slip into the dreamworld, lulled by their love for you.

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P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (Expose the True Solomon! card)

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Double Update of "Their Master" Ch 46-47

'The Fountain of Knowledge' and 'Between the Demon And the Sorcerer'

Instead of a nice and loving soul who would be perfect for the exchange program, You were dragged into the Devildom. A person with VERY questionable morals, goals, personality, and background. How much damage can a human deal to all-powerful, ancient creatures? Let's find out.

male!reader x everybody | male!MC x everybody

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