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[Visiting Levi in his room]

MC: Hey Levi how are you? ♡

Levi: (points to his green smiley button)

MC: That's great! Oh & it's one of those days? No worries! Is it okay to hang out though? Maybe cuddle a little?

Levi: (nods & smiles, opening his arms)

MC: (runs & cuddles with him)

Descent

𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯. 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚˚•̩̩͙✩•̩•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊·̩̩̥͙

A/N: I really loved writing this one! Please reblog if you enjoy! <3 Warnings: Angst, sad angel, kissing in the rain Pairing: Simeon x GN!MC Words: 3581 ✨My Masterlist✨

Just as soon as your professor dismisses class, you pull out your DDD. You’re supposed to meet up with a certain angel today. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time together recently. And you couldn’t be more thrilled. He’s such a sweet person and you’re glad to call him your friend. He radiates warmth and love and… Well, you suppose that’s just what angels do–

Your eyes bulge out of your head when you see your most recent message. You stifle a laugh behind your hand. He can’t possibly mean what you think he does; you can’t wait to find out what this translates to. You double check what it says and grab your bag, laughing as you walk to your meeting place.

—

“I just don’t understand,” Simeon starts, a crease forming on his forehead. “Why were the emojis I sent… inappropriate?” 

“Simeon, a lot of people use the eggplant emoji to mean…” You glance around the mostly-empty hallway, and rise up on your toes to whisper in his ear. As soon as you’re finished explaining, his cheeks darken and his eyes are wider than you thought possible. He’s too cute for this world, you think as he raises a gloved hand to cover his mouth.

“So, you see now why I was sort of confused. Right?” You ask, a dusting of pink on your own face. 

“Oh dear, MC. I– I apologize.” Simeon cringes, realizing what he’d accidentally done. He could die of embarrassment. 

You laugh and pat the technologically clueless angel’s arm. He’s so special. Kind, smart, funny. But, despite being thousands of years old, somehow naive at times. “It’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do any other symbols have secret meanings?” He asks, a scared look in his eyes. You stand next to him as he scrolls through his emoji keyboard and point out the ones that could have not-so-angelic meanings.

“That means what?!” Simeon asks, in disbelief, when you reach the sweat droplets emoji. His face is burning. And yours is no different. “I… can’t believe I’ve been sending it to Luke when it’s hot out.”

“I’m sure Luke has no idea. It only means that in… certain contexts. Like, if you paired it with an eggplant,” you explain softly. He sighs, thankful that at least he isn’t somehow sending dirty texts to his pseudo-child. Then he puts his phone away, unwilling to learn more.

“So, um, would you like to come over for some leftover eggplant parmesan?” Simeon asks, his eyes on the ground and his face warm.

“Sure.” You try your best not to laugh, but when your eyes meet his, you can’t help it.

—

Simeon had been drawn to you since the day you met. You were easy to talk to. You were sweet and friendly and helpful. You gave off a light, some sort of beacon in the darkness of the Devildom. He wasn’t sure where that light came from. Or why he could see it. Until recently.

He has feelings for you. Of this, he is certain. They are undeniable and unrelenting. And, as much as they frighten him, he can’t shake them. What’s more, he doesn’t want to.

So, that’s why he’s been walking you home. He’s in love and he’s not sure what to do about it, so he’s decided to follow you like a puppy as long as you’ll let him. And last week, when he invited you over for leftovers, you didn’t laugh in his face. (Okay, well, you did, but only because he’s technologically illiterate.) 

Besides inadvertently sexting you, Simeon thinks he must be doing something right. He cringes inwardly, remembering how he’d felt when he learned that people had some pretty vulgar uses for cartoonized fruits. But he shakes that away.

For the past week, or maybe longer, he’s been trying to find the courage to tell you how he feels. And while he’s written these feelings before, he can’t say he’s ever felt them. And there is a stark difference. 

For instance, when he’s writing, he controls each characters’ feelings and responses. He knows what one will say, because he knows what the others’ reaction will be. What if you were to go off-script? The idea is nauseating. 

So, now, on the walk to the House with you, he’s anxious. His stomach is in knots, and not just because he let Solomon help with dinner the night before. The two of you are walking side-by-side and he can vaguely hear you prattling about something, but he has no idea what. Because his heart is pounding in his ears. And he can barely focus on moving his legs in time to walk with you.

“Don’t you think so, Simeon?” You ask, looking up at him.

At the sound of his name, he gives you a confused look. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” Your eyebrows are scrunched.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t. My mind was elsewhere.” He admits, looking away sheepishly.

You smile, “Oh, it’s okay. I was just saying how weird it is that it’s always night down here. I’m still not entirely used to it.”

Was it night? He’d hardly noticed. Your smile has that effect on him.

“Oh, yeah. It is strange. Of course, where I’m from, you get neverending sun.” He replies. 

“Huh. That sounds kinda… awful. No offense.” 

Simeon laughs at your honesty. “It’s a big change, but a welcome one. I rather enjoy the night. How about you? Do you miss the sun?” 

The two of you are approaching the stoop of the House. He’s running out of time! 

“Oh yeah, I miss daytime for sure,” you say, rummaging through your bag. “I’m always terrified to walk anywhere alone here.” You add before triumphantly pulling out your keys.

Simeon is well aware of the dangers of the Devildom. He can’t imagine how frightening it must be to a human. The thought of anything happening to you…  

“I’d be happy to accompany you anywhere you go.” Simeon offers. 

Your eyes widen and you start to smile. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

He merely nods. Oh Father, his palms are sweating. That ruins his plan to hold your hands and pour his heart out. Think quicker! Simeon takes a deep breath as you turn to unlock the door. 

“MC?” He says, softly. Nervously. 

You turn back towards him, just in time for him to swoop down and place a kiss on your forehead, taking you by surprise. Your mouth drops open and you drop your keys. And you don’t have time to respond, because as soon as you feel it, he’s gone in a blur of white.

Simeon’s face is on fire as he soars through the dark, Devildom sky. He did it! He did it! Wait… He did what exactly? 

As he nears his own dormitory, he realizes that, instead of confessing his feelings to you, he’d slapped a kiss to your head and flew away. Like a coward. 

“Oh, feathers,” he says, bringing a hand to his own forehead. Maybe he at least got the point across?

You press your fingertips to the searing spot on your forehead, wondering what had come over the angel. You step into the House, still confused. Do… Do angels just spontaneously kiss their friends on the head? 

Stranger things have happened, I guess, you think as you step into the entrance hall, noting the cow hanging from the chandelier. “Hi Belphie.”

“Hmmph.” 

“Are you… asleep?” You ask, but don’t get a response. Lucifer must’ve strung him up for skipping class. You continue to your room and start to tap out a text. As soon as it’s sent, your heart does a flip.

There’s a knock on your door and, before you have time to pretend you aren’t there, it swings open revealing the Avatar of Lust. “Hi Asmo. What’s up?” You say, trying your best to seem normal.

“Hey darling, I just wanted to ask if this top looks okay with this neckl–” He pauses and gives you a once over, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you so blushy?”

“What? I’m not blushy,” you deny, though you can feel the warmth in your cheeks. Asmo sits down next to you.

“Yes you are. And I thought only I could fluster you so.” He sighs, dejectedly falling backwards onto your mattress with an arm over his face.

“Simeon kissed me,” you blurt out. Asmo sits up immediately, with a grave look on his lovely face.

“He what?” 

“I… uh, he kissed me on the forehead.” You explain, pointing to the spot. 

Asmo furrows his brows, “That’s… odd.”

“It is?” 

“I… Sweetie.” Asmo takes a breath and exhales slowly. Instead of his usual, cheerful expression, he wears a serious one. “Our little sister, Lilith. She fell in love with a human…” He trails off, letting you fill in the blanks. 

“Oh. Right…” Your heart clenches and your hands clutch your DDD.

Asmodeus smiles sadly and puts an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t look so sad, dear. Maybe… Maybe He is more forgiving now.” He offers, but he doesn’t look convinced.

—

Simeon is still kicking himself for flying away like an idiot when his DDD makes a noise. It is, however; the special noise that it always makes when you text him, so he grabs it. 

You can kiss me properly next time. If you want to. <3

He reads it several times and has a smile on his face for the rest of the evening. 

—

You’d spent all night fretting over your situation. And you had eventually come to the decision that it was too risky for you to pursue Simeon any longer. For his sake, you had to put a stop whatever it was you had. Even if it broke both your hearts.

But, you supposed letting him walk you home one last time would be all right. So, you’re walking silently beside him, trying to figure out how to let him down gently.

“MC, may I take you up on what you said last night?” Simeon asks as you near the gate, shaking you from your thoughts.

You’d been hoping that he’d forgotten the message, so you wouldn’t have to turn him down. But… Now that he’s here looking at you like that, you can’t refuse. You nod slowly and he exhales before leaning down to press his lips against yours. 

His lips are soft. And warm. And angelic. 

You pull away abruptly. “I, uh, really need to head inside. I’ve got cooking duty tonight!” You lie, rushing up the stairs to the door. 

“Do you need any help?” He offers.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll see you later!” You wave, then shut the door and leave the angel alone on the walkway confused. 

He was so sure that you… 

Maybe he was wrong.

—

Once Simeon gets home, he goes to ask for advice from his only other human friend. He finds Solomon in his bedroom, reading a dusty-looking book. The sorcerer listens intently as Simeon breaks down his last few interactions with you. 

“I just don’t understand. I thought… See, they said yes, but then they froze up and rushed into the house.” Simeon says, recounting his most recent encounter.

Solomon thinks for a moment. “Maybe they just got nervous.”

“Hmm.” Simeon considers it a possibility. “What do you think I should do now?”

“Try to be more direct? Tell them exactly how you feel.” Solomon says with a smile before turning the page.

Simeon nods. He can do that.

Wrong. 

Over the course of two weeks, he spends approximately six minutes alone with you. You’ve started walking home with one of your demonic housemates every day. You don’t answer your messages as quickly as before. And when you do answer them, it’s often with short, one word replies or stickers. 

It’s starting to stress him out. 

He can’t understand the radio silence. You tell him that you’re busy with class projects and he believes it for a while, but… You seem to have time for everyone except him. 

He finally catches you with free time and invites you over for lunch. When you accept, he’s relieved. And excited. He’s telling you today. Today! 

He’s just finished preparing something delicious for you, with help from Luke. (And Solomon, who’d agreed to stay away from the kitchen for the day.) Simeon dusts his hands off and takes a step back to admire his work. The table looks wonderful, all it needs is you sitting on one side.

The chime of the doorbell rings throughout the house, startling him. He checks his appearance with Luke quickly and rushes to answer the door. 

When he opens it and starts to usher you inside, you don’t move. You have a sad look on your face.

“MC?” Simeon asks. He notices Beelzebub on the sidewalk by the mailbox, leaning against the fence.  

You take a deep breath. “I just came by to say that… I don’t think we should see each other anymore. At least for a little while.”

Simeon’s mouth drops open. His eyes search your face, waiting for a grin to break out. For you to say ‘Just kidding! Let’s go have lunch.’

But you don’t. He can’t form any thoughts in his mind or on his tongue. “W-what?”

“I’m so sorry.” You say softly. Then you turn and rush down the steps to where Beelzebub is waiting. The two of you start in the direction of the HOL and Simeon stands stupidly in the doorway, watching you leave.

“Simeon, MC. The cookies are…” Luke starts, coming into the living room. But he stops when he sees his guardian standing alone at the door.

“Where’s MC?” The younger angel asks.

Simeon swallows the lump in his throat and shuts the door, leaning against it for a moment to take a breath. Then he turns. “They left.” Is all he says as he walks past Luke and to his room. 

—

Simeon spends the next few days hiding away in his room. He leaves to go to RAD and comes right back, to brood alone until bedtime. He does his best not to show how devastated he is, but it’s rough. He’s not even sure what he’d done wrong. He was so sure…

Regardless, he tries to keep a pleasant expression around Luke. And everyone else really. But there’s not really a point, because by now, everyone knows what happened.

Currently, he’s sitting on a chair in his room, gazing out the picture window at the dark, cloudy sky. He has the view memorized. Four small bushes, each of them filled with blooming roses. Four trees, one of which has a bird’s nest in it. The fence around the border of the backyard. A streetlamp on the far right side.

And… MC walking down the street with Asmodeus?

As soon as he sees you, rain starts to trickle down from the sky, making Asmodeus lift his coat over his head. And the two of you start to run. He watches until you’re around the corner, then becomes content with watching water droplets on the window pane, how they race to the bottom and fall. 

How melodramatic. Simeon huffs out a sigh. He has better things to do than stare out the window, hasn’t he? 

Simeon makes himself rise from the chair to go fetch his TSL notes from the desk. He settles himself back into his seat and starts to reread what he’s got. But, as he reads, he finds himself uninterested in it. 

“The pacing of this chapter is entirely too fast. What was I thinking?” Simeon rolls his eyes and starts to make notes for future him. 

“Too fast?” He repeats to himself. He drops his notepad and rushes out of his room, scaring the hell out of Solomon in the process. 

The wizard nearly spills the cup of tea he’d been bringing. “Where are you going so quickly?” He asks as he recovers.

“I have to talk to MC. I think I know what I did wrong.” Simeon says, opening the door. He doesn’t give Solomon enough time to talk him out of it. Instead, he unfurls his wings and dives off the porch.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach the House, even in the hastily deteriorating weather. He spots you and Asmo just reaching the stairs.

—

“I hate this weather. It was humid earlier and my hair is already hard to manage,” Asmo whines. 

“I know,” you sigh.

“Show a little sympathy, MC! It’s practically wilted—” Asmo cuts off to look behind you, mouth dropped open.

Your eyebrows scrunch, “What is it?” 

Asmo merely takes you by the arm and spins you around in time for you to see Simeon’s feet hit the ground. The angel’s cape is wet and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“I need to talk to you MC. Please?” He asks as his wings fold up and disappear behind him. And with the look on his face, you can’t help but agree. 

“Okay.” You say with a small nod. Asmo gives you a look. “Go in, Asmo. Your hair is getting ruined.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Asmo curses, still with his coat over his head. The Avatar of Lust climbs the stairs and stands on the porch, waiting for you. 

“What is it?” You ask, with your eyes on the ground. You focus on a puddle forming in the dirt. Simeon steps closer to you.

“I have to apologize.” 

You make a face and look up at him. “For what?”

“For pressuring you. You see, I thought things were going well. I care so much for you and I thought I was taking the next step. But, if it’s too fast for you, that’s all right. We can slow down.” He says, an earnest look on his face. 

“Simeon.” You try to stop him, but he just continues.

“I just miss you. And I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Sim—”

“Please, give me another chance. I’ll fix it.” The angel pleads, staring into your eyes. You can’t believe what you’re about to say.

The corners of your mouth tremble. “No.” Your voice breaks, taking his heart with it.

“No?” Simeon repeats, devastated. His eyes are watery and the lump in his throat only expands, making it hard to breathe. “Why?”

Your own eyes are brimming over with tears and as hard as you try to blink them away, you can’t. They start to stream down your face, alongside the rain. Simeon reaches out for you, but you shake your head and he freezes.

“I can’t do this. I can’t–” You sob. The rain picks up. “I won’t be the reason you fall, Simeon. I love you too much. I won’t let it happen. Not because of me. So, please, just… Just go home.”

Simeon lets out an uneven breath. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, trying to protect him. It makes his heart swell. Of course falling had crossed his mind; it was a horrifying possibility. But you were worth it. Oh God, you were worth everything.

Simeon takes another step, closing the distance between you. “That isn’t your decision to make.” He says. Then he takes your hands in his and smiles at you softly, fondly. 

“Whether we are together or not, I will love you. Whether I’m an angel or… not, I will love you. Nothing can change that. These feelings are already in my heart; I’m afraid I can’t do anything about them. What happens to me now is up to my Father and no one else. You hold no responsibility for my fate.”

You gulp, “but–”

“I would rather be with you than be an angel,” Simeon insists. You blink again, new tears are forming, for a completely different reason. 

“But you…”

“Falling isn’t something I want to do, but if that comes, at least I’ll have a soft place to land.” He says, a smile playing on his lips. 

You snort a laugh, “Simeon–”

“I love you, MC.” He declares.

“I love you too.” You reply shakily, as if you’re waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike. Simeon beams at your words. You step forward, into his arms, and both of you can breathe again. The angel is wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. 

“More than my wings. More than my life.” He whispers into your ear. And he means it. Though, he does shudder when a clash of thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet. It’s… just a coincidence. 

“May I kiss you properly now?” Simeon asks, making your eyes widen. When you nod, he tilts your face up and presses his lips to yours. Thunder rumbles yet again as you break apart. 

“Awww!!! This is so sweet, I’m dying!” You hear from behind you. Both you and Simeon furrow your brows. When you turn to look, Asmodeus has his DDD pointed your way. He gapes at your murderous expression and bolts off, into the House.

“ASMO!” You shout, chasing after him and dragging Simeon behind you by the hand. You nearly trip over the rug in the entrance hall, but Simeon keeps you steady. He laughs as you hurl curses at the Avatar of Lust and adores the way his hand feels in yours. 

If this lasts forever, it won’t be long enough. After all, what is divinity compared to the love of a human?

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a/n: I have no idea how to write for solomon OR anything angst but I wanted to write for him🧍

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

summary: solomon wants to be with you romantically but he's not sure if he's ready.

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Everyone knows the obvious cons of being immortal. You have to watch all your friends, all your loved ones grow old and die off one by one.

Solomon knew that, he was aware of what was going to happen once he became immortal. He went through all the pain and agony watching all his family slowly die, all of his closest friends he made in the human realm.

It took a massive toll on him, making friends, meeting their family, watching them die one by one. He had to comfort the crying friend or friends relatives while he was either equally upset or trying to hold it together. It drove him insane at one point, he's going to end up being alone with no one he's familiar with to give him closure.

When he got chosen for the exchange program and met angels and demons who were also immortal, he felt a sense of ease. He can make friends without the worry of knowing that he'll have to see them in their coffin several years later.

Not long after, the next human exchange student came down, everyone was talking about them, it was hard to not know about their existence. He saw a couple of lesser demons whispering about how they were going to try and eat the new exchange student before Beel could, so of course he was going to step in.

"Hey, you there." He gave you back your D.D.D. while introducing himself, teasing you about the anxious look you had on your face. The conversation went back and forth for a little bit before he left to go to his classroom.

Was he going to let himself associated with you? Was he going to get attached to you? You're just a mere human, you're going to be dead before he knows it. He must be immune to seeing the people he cares about die off, surely he's built an immunity to it and won't spiral when he's the one standing near your grave.

He was going to get attached, he's going to want to associate you after seeing you get along and be friendly with everyone, he's going to want your time and attention soon. He just knows it.

Every interaction he had with you, every time it was just the two of you hanging out without the brother stealing you away, every time you two would share a hug on a bad day or an ecstatic high five that stung your hands after a successful experiment, he can feel the growing attachment.

The feeling of his heart picking up the pace when you run up to him, how sweaty his hands get when hanging out with you now, how warm he gets when he's a close proximity with you, how his face heats up when you're touching him or when you bite back with a flirty remark with his playful flirting.

He was falling for you and he didn't want to. You were supposed to just be a friend, another human he could chat to if he ever felt home sick, his apprentice because you kind of suck at magic and potion making in class. You were supposed to be nothing more than just another human friend to him.

He's grown close to you. A familiar someone that can give him comfort when an experiment he's been working on for the longest time fails. A familiar someone who gave him the closure he oh-so craved for. Someone he felt the urge to protect from all the harm in the world, even though he knows they're strong enough to do it on their own. You're the someone he wants to be around all the time. Discover new things with you and about you.

What are your darkest secrets? Do you secretly despise one of the brothers but you don't have the heart to be mean and neglectful towards? What kind of things have you even through that changed you, was it for the better or the worse? Do you have a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

He wants the brothers to grow jealous of him. He wants your attention on him when the two of you are hanging out, not on your phone replying back to a clingy Mammon and Levi and a nagging Lucifer. He wants your touches. He wants you to be by his side making fun of each other over the dumbest things. He wanted you.

Argh, he wanted you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to call you a gross sappy pet name in front of the brothers and rile them up because of it. He wanted to see Luke approving of the relationship, as if he actually needed Luke's permission to date you.

He didn't want this. None of it. Absolutely none of it. You were supposed to just be a classmate, someone he talked to every so often because of the exchange program, you were supposed to just acquaintances. Just some other measly human.

Nights of trying to distract himself from you and it fails. He tried to avoid you, he tried to ignore you, neglect you, act as if you didn't exist. But he just can't push you away when he can feel you glancing at him from across the room. The late night messages asking him if you did something to make him angry or why he was avoiding you. He can't handle that.

He can't handle the fact that he's the reason to why you're sad the next day. He can't handle the avatar of lust coming up to him and asking if the two of you had a fight. Of course he would just tell you he's been busy and didn't mean to come off that way. It was a lie but you forgave him and it always went back to the way things were.

Seeing you so low on energy, just because of him? He doesn't want to be the reason you're upset but he's going to be.

That's something he can't avoid, even if he tried.

He was supposed to be paying attention to the class but he couldn't. The best he could do is at least look busy. Looking down at his notes, moving his pen trying to pretend he was copying the stuff written on the board. He felt his phone vibrate.

He opened it up to see a message from you. Oh how a dumb smile slipped on to his face seeing that it was you messaging him. But it immediately dropped after he read the text.

mc: hey! meet me near the back of the school after last period?

solomon: ew why

solomon: are you going to confess your undying love to me

mc: gross I take it back, don't bother coming after school

solomon: OK OK, I'll come 🙄

He knew where this was going, he definitely knows where this was going. He's been in enough situations similar to this to not know. Was he going to give it a chance? A chance of a relationship? Or was he going to ruin everything the two of you had by saying no in the most cruel way possible due to his emotions.

As if he couldn't focus in class to begin with, he definitely couldn't focus on anything else now.

The last class for the day ended. All the demons rushing out of the classroom, crowding the corridors. Solomon stalled. He took his sweet time grabbing all of his stuff, waiting for everyone to get out the classroom and waiting for the crowd to die down before heading out. He didn't want to risk bumping into you.

He made his way towards the back of the school. He had most of the day to think about both situations, what he was going to say, your reaction. Was he mentally prepared for this? He's not but he's going to say that he is.

"Solomon! Took your sweet time getting here!" Played along, rolling his eyes.

"The teacher held me back. Why did you ask me to come here?" He can't do it, he doesn't want to. He felt his heart racing but it hurt. Unpleasant.

"I... Didn't think this far ahead, it was kind of impulsive but I like you, Solomon. Do you want to give things a go between us?" Stop it. How was he supposed to reject you when you're standing there looking so... So... He can't think of the word but he was so entranced with you.

"I can't-- I can't do that." He spoke softly, feeling the uncomfortable stinging in his chest grow stronger as he watched your face change from a giddy nervous high school girl smile to pure sorrow.

"May I ask why?" Your voice cracked. Your eyes were glassy, one blink away from tears running down your cheek. It was making it hard for him to keep it all together.

"Because what if we get into a relationship and who knows, it lasts a while and it becomes more? I'm going to be the one standing over your grave in decades time." This wasn't like him, he was supposed to stay calm and witty, go with the flow type of guy. But here he was, letting out his emotions like he used to at his first best friends funeral. Was spiralling? He can't be. It was shameful, having you see him in a state like this. You grabbed his hand to snap him out of it.

"That's so far into the future. You shouldn't be worrying about that right now." That's what he's been trying to tell himself. He hasn't told anyone, maybe that's why he's reacting the way he is. Maybe he should be talk this one out with you. "Right now, in this very moment, Solomon. Do you want to give us a go? If it doesn't work out, it doesn't but if it does, it does."

"Yes." He said almost instantly, even cutting you off a bit. He tried to take in deep breaths, trying to ignore how shaky they were. He looked up at you, face full of different emotions and a forced smile. "Yes, I want to go out with you, give us a go." He slid his hand out of yours and opened his out slightly. "Can I?"

"Of course you can." You wrapped your arms around his body, holding him tightly as he does the same.

Solomon, of all people, should know that he shouldn't be stressing about the future and focus on the present. But small reminders are needed at times and that's okay.

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I never know how to end these 👎 I hope you enjoyed!

Out of the Friendzone

a/n: I'm so in love with Levi and I wanted to write smth really cheesy bc I'm a silly hopeless romantic

pairing: leviathan x gn!reader

summary: best friends to lovers trope but when Levi tells you how he feels, he messes up his words and panics

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Levi was clingy with you, it was obvious. What was more obvious though, was his continuously growing feelings for you and he was getting anxious about it.

He's never been in a relationship before, he's had crushes, some were serious crushes but he never tried to pursue them because of his crippling self-esteem and anxiety. He was too anxious to even try and make a move with you but he had all these little cheesy fantasies he wanted to be real.

He's had so many opportunities to tell you three simple words, 'I love you'. So many opportunities where the two of you would be having a heart felt moment and the urge to just spurt out the words yet he never had the confidence to do it. He would always back out last minute or someone would interrupt and take you away.

His fear of you rejecting him or even having a bad reaction to him telling you these things, will be something that will always haunt him. What if you reject him? He won't he able to get over it and avoid you like you're the plague. What if you get disgusted with him when he tells you?

"You're my best friend, don't you ever deny that!"

"I would never, Levi. You're my best friend too!" Ah, the friendzone. He's worried, what if things don't go well when he finally confesses his feelings to you? He's going to lose his Henry, his best friend. The frienzone was a safe place to be in but he desperately wanted more than just a friendship.

The two of you were binge watching another anime that had caught his interest. Blanket wrapped around both of your shoulders, snacks and drinks piled on his bed as the two were both hooked on to the screen like ipad kids. Frequent comments and shocked or excited gasps filled up the room as episodes rolled by.

"Can you pass me the water bottle?"

"Ugh, I guess." He loved the little playful banter he has with you. What's even better is that he knew that you were joking and not straight up insulting him! He handed the bottle to you, almost flinching away when he felt your hand skim over his.

Man, he's cuddled with you before, why was he acting like this.

Who is he kidding, he gets incredibly nervous and shy when you guys cuddle.

He stared at your unoccupied which was placed on his bedsheets. He switched his gaze from the anime to his hand, could he hold your hand? His hand shook as they edged closer to yours. Does he have the confidence to do this?

He didn't, he left his hands next to yours, a blush quickly creeping on to his pale skin. You noticed his hand next to yours. A small smile appeared on your face before you linked you pinky with his. You could practically feel the heat coming off him now. His face felt like it was burning, his heart was surely going to pop out of his chest soon. The anime being the only noise in the room, the two sat with a smile on their face, not daring to look at each other in case eye contact was made.

He was hyping himself up inside his head, trying to get the courage to actually hold your hand. As much as holding pinkies made him ecstatic, he wanted to do the real thing. He's got this, he can do this. You initiated the pinky holding, that surely means that you want to hold his hand right? Right??

He took in a deep breath and unlinked his pinky from yours, sliding his hand underneath your to hold it properly. Not intertwined like he wanted to, but holding your hand like this was good enough.

Is it getting hot in here or was it just him?? He can feel himself getting sweaty, he wanted to take off his jacket but this was such a precious moment. Wait, can you feel his hand getting sweaty? Oh no, what if you think that's gross?!?

As if you could read his mind, you squeezed his hand, a squeeze that broke his panic of thoughts. He gave a weak squeeze back, feeling his panic quickly diappearing.

Oh man, he really needs to tell you soon. He can't keep these feelings to himself much longer.

A couple of days went by, nothing much had changed apart from the two of you, ever so slowly, becoming more physically intimate. Hand were intertwined, pinky fingers were held by another, hugs lingered a little longer, cuddles were a little tighter, small touches here and there became more frequent.

The avatar of envy was in his room, rehearsing how he would tell you his feelings. He looked at the mirror, trying different phrases and poses he's seen in anime. He sat in front of Henry 2.0 and tried saying different things to express his emotions to you, hoping the goldfish would tell him whether or not it was good or a no go of a confession. All of the mental preparation in the past couple of days, hours of rehearsing, he feels a spike of confidence and he wanted to take advantage of it before it disappears.

He texted you to come into his room, he was really going to do it. You knocked on his door, saying the secret password before he let you in. You shut the door behind yourself before making yourself comfortable in his bed. He took a couple of deep breaths, feeling his anxiety starting to kick in. He's gonna do it tonight or else he'll be upset with himself for the next several days.

"How come you asked me to--"

"I want to stop being friends."

"... What?" Oh no why did he say that, he wasn't supposed to say that. He said it with such confidence which made it worse. All that rehearsing for him just to say THAT??? Not even an impulsive 'I love you' or a 'I really like you', he said THAT instead? "Did... Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, Levi."

"No no no, w-wait, that's n-not what I was supposed to say! L-Let me try that again!" He was trying to stutter his way back to what he was supposed to say. He's only making things worse for himself and you were confused with what was happening. The silence got incredibly awkward, enough for someone to feel it when they walk in the room and immediately leave because of it.

"Take your time Levi, it's okay." You softly said to him, hoping that it would calm him down before he has a full blown meltdown. He felt so pathetic, even at a time like this, you were being so patient and kind to him. You really do deserve better.

He grabbed your shoulders, staring at you dead in the eyes with determination. A wide blush on his face, he took in another deep breath.

"I-I was supposed to say that I-I love you, MC! A-And I'm scared of getting into a r-relationship with you because I've n-never been in one before! What if I mess up?!" He pushed through his stutter but he felt so out of breath. His heart pounding, fast and hot in anticipation for whatever you might say next. His hands still on your shoulders, he moved his gaze down, too scared to loom at your reaction.

"Levi-"

"I-I really want to try for y-you though! I want to become s-someone you can proudly call your b-boyfriend!"

"Levi, let me--"

"If you don't f-feel the same back t-then that's okay too! I want to keep being best friends with you-- AH!" You cupped his face and made him look at you. He wasn't expecting your face so be so close to his.

"Let me talk!" You huffed, finally being able to stop his rant before it went into him insulting himself. "I feel the same way, Levi. I've always had. I don't care if this will be your first relationship or not, I want to be with you. I want to call you my boyfriend, I've been wanting to tell you for so long, I always just missed my chance to do so." Oh no, is he crying? He felt so much lighter now, feeling so much weight come off his shoulders, a wave of relief and joy washing over him. So many emotions all at once. "We can figure things out along the way, okay? If you feel like you're messing things up, we can talk about it." And with that, you pressed your lips against his.

Oh boy, not only did you feel the same way back, you're kissing him! He felt like he just went back to the celestial realm, this was heaven. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, making him shake. You pulled back, feeling a tad bit embarrassed yourself.

It was silent. Not an uncomfortable or a tense one. It was strangely comfortable and comforting.

Letting his impulsiveness take over him, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He swore you could feel how hard his heart was beating. You wrapped your arms around him, sitting there in a peaceful silence.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, you really are the best anyone could ask for. I don't have to feel overly jealous seeing you hang out with other people now, knowing that you love me. I really do love you, MC."

Love at Second Sight

I was trying something new with this so please forgive me if this didn't turn out well lol.

You and Simeon are told to perform at the RAD talent show but Simeon realises that he likes you more than a friend.

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You and Simeon have always been close. You were the type of friends that people assumed that you were dating each other, which made certain demons VERY upset upon hearing about. Nothing more than just good friends, Simeon was more than happy with that. You though? Absolutely whipped for him. But no one needs to know that, apart from Asmo whenever the two of you have a stereotypical girls night.

RAD decided to have a talent show, it was Diavolo's impulsive decision but the majority of the school seemed to be interested in the idea either way. Posters were plastered around the school, everyone was chatting about it, what they were gonna do, some were nervous about not getting picked after they've auditioned.

And guess what? Today was the day of the talent show!

You and Simeon were dressed up. Simeon wearing a black suit with a white tie and a white mask that covered half of his face. You were wearing a white flared dress, wearing a black mask that covered the opposite half of your face. The dress hugged your body so nicely, Simeon almost mistaken you for an angel.

The only reason why the two of you were performing was because of a special request from Diavolo. Something about bringing the realms closer because of the performance somehow?? It's not like you could say no to the future king, he was talking so happily and passionately about it, of course you and Simeon had to agree to it.

"Simeon, I'm nervous, what if I mess up?"

"If you mess up, I'll mess up worse so they'll pay more attention to me." He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. The two of you shared a small giggle, listening out for the backstage crews orders of when to start moving into place. "I'll be with you, MC."

"You guys are on soon, please make your way towards the opposite side of the stage and stay behind the curtains until Lord Diavolo calls you on." The sound of rushing footsteps and the clicking of heels. Simeon felt your arms wrap around his, followed by a quiet apology.

"I'm still not used to wearing these heels yet."

The two of you waited, watching the people before you perform coming to an end. A loud applause, whistles shortly came after. The lights turned off, the spotlight going back on to the future king who was being the host of the show. The backstage crew switfly rushed on to the stage, removing all the band equipment off.

"I never knew how talented students here were! We're almost at the end now, for our last performance we have our two exchange students, Simeon and MC, finishing the night off with a lovely waltz! Please welcome them on to the stage!"

That was the sign, get on the stage.

Simeon grabbed your hand, gently pulling you on. You got into your starting position, waiting for the music to start. His right hand on your back while his left hand was holding your right. You rested your upper left hand on his shoulder and looked up at him, not realising how close the two of you are until just now.

He couldn't tell if his heart was racing because of being on stage or if it was because how he was so physically close to you. Face only inches away, body almost pressed up against each other. You were just a really good friend, he's cuddled with you before, held you hand and linked arms numerous of times. So why is it now that he's so nervous to do so?

The music started playing, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The two of you start moving to the song. A song telling a story of one's soul dying and dancing on in the after life. You playing the role of the dead soul and Simeon playing the role as death, leading the soul away into a comforting after life.

The duo moved around on the stage, using as much of the space to your advantage to dance freely to the music. The spotlights following after the two of you. Every time the angel watched you spin, he felt like his heart could burst out of his chest. He'd have his arm wrapped around your waist every time he dipped you before pulling you back up, continuing on with the performance.

Everyone could see the connection between the two of you, they saw how you looked at each other, how carefree the two of you were on stage. The smiles shared between the two, the way one would get a bit embarrassed when their face is too close to the other, how fluently everything felt. You guys suited each other.

You looked so gorgeous in the dress, the way the dress flared out as you spun before he pulled you back in, bodies occasionally being pressed up against each other's, hand still in hand. The look you had in your eyes, he knew you were still feeling anxious but at least you were having fun. The look in his eyes were filled with such endearment, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. It felt like a cheesy romance fairy tale.

He was starting to notice things that he felt like he should've noticed so much earlier on. How you hand fit so perfectly into his, how holding you and having his hands on you didn't feel awkward or unwanted, how you kept your eyes on him and how big of a smile you had every time he pulled you back in after spinning you.

Your smile, oh god, your smile. He loved it so much. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way the light are hitting your eyes so perfectly to show their true colours.

He loved you.

Oh man, oh lord, oh god. How long has he had these feelings that he never realised were there?

Lilith, was this how you felt? To fall in love with someone that you might get in trouble for being with? He has a better understanding of it now.

The end of the dance came slowly. It ended with you lying in his arms, pretending to be dead. He was sat on his knees, holding your body close to his. An applaud followed by whistles and cheering filled up the room.

You opened your eyes to look at him, smiling up at him as he was doing the same to you. Your lips, they look so soft. Your face was close to his once again, as if it wasn't the whole time the two of you twirled on stage. He has never felt the urge to kiss someone in his entire life.

It felt like it was just the two of you, the loud noises from people were shut off, none of that was happening to him. He was so focused on you, your lips... You. He trailed his hand up your neck, cupping your cheek and leaning in towards you. How much self control does he have left?

"Simeon?"

"MC please, can I kiss you?" Apperently none, it almost came out as a beg. You nodded your head at him before he quickly dove in, pressing his lips against yours. The cheers and the whistling got louder. The loudest the room has ever been tonight.

"I think-- no, I know, I'm now aware of how much love I have for you. I never realised how much I wanted to keep you by my side, how I never want to let go of you. I'm in love with you, MC, I really am."

More than Just Greed

A bit angsty but there's a good ending

The avatar of greed can get insecure and depressed sometimes. Be gentle with him.

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There has never been a place he felt so comfortably safe in than being in your arms, whether in his room or yours. For the first time in who knows how long, he felt so loved and cared for. His brothers relentlessly insulting him for no reason, it's obviously going to take a massive toll the longer it keeps happening. He goes to you whenever their insults get too much for him on some days. You help him, you give him the reassurance he needs and craves for, you look after him and give him the love that he doesn't feel like he deserves. You give him closure.

It made him swell with greed. He wanted your attention on him, he wanted your love, he wanted you. But does he deserve you? Without putting his act, he doesn't feel confident that he does.

He feels vulnerable and it makes him feel conflicted. He hasn't felt that way with anyone, when was the last time he had a heart to heart conversation with any of his brothers? Years and years of harsh and hurtful insults and being treated like trash. It made him feel like he doesn't deserve anything.

It hurts and it keeps hurting. What if he's just overreacting? He hasn't known you for that long yet here you are, being his safe space. What if you get annoyed and fed up with him? Surely you're just doing this to get something out of him.

"You're okay, Mammon. I've got you." Ah, the sound of your voice. It brings him comfort. His head buried into your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, legs comfortably tangled with one another. "You can let it out, you're safe. I'm right here for you." Soft words filled with affection mades his heart soar. It cuts down his negative thoughts and fills him with hope; hope that he's more than just a greedy scumbag who's good for nothing. You think of him differently, but do you love him back the same way he loves you? Or is your love for him strictly platonic?? It doesn't matter, he's still happy that you love him regardless of what type.

But it does matter, he's just trying to deny it.

His insecurities get the best of him sometimes. Seeing you hang out with his brothers or the angels, or even the shady sorcerer, you seem to be having so much fun with them. Do you enjoy spending time with him too? What if you were only spending time with him because he was being too needy for you? Was his greed for you too much at times? Have you already fallen for one of them? He's sure that they would treat him better than he could.

Great, now he sounds like Levi.

There would be days where he would hide away in his room, no motivation to plan out another money making scheme. No mental strength to put up with his brothers bullying. Nothing. Today was definitely one of those days.

The lights kept off, blanket over his head, him trying to block out all the thoughts racing inside his head. What if this, what if that, it won't stop. Do they this, do they that, what about you made him feel so... Insecure? That's not it. Vulnerable? Maybe that's it. Exposed? No that's not it either.

"Hey Mammon? I'm coming in, okay?" A knock ripped him out of his train of thought. The sound of the door knob sneaking quietly as it turned, the sound of the door clicking shut and the little patters of feet making his way towards him. He felt the bed dip as you sat down, as much as he wanted to see you, he didn't want you seeing him in such a state.

"What do ya want?" His voice sounded strained, it lacked all the feisty enthusiasm he would usually have.

"If you want me to leave, I will do that. I just wanted to check up on you," You slid your hand under the blanket, "grab my hand if you want me to stay, don't you if you don't want me to." You gave him the option. You wanted to give him options and not confine him with limits. You gave him some time, being patient with him. He hasn't said anything or made any movements, you knew he didn't fall asleep either. You slowly moved your hand out of the blanket, ready to give him the space and time alone, before feeling a hand grabbing it and pulling it back under the sheets. "Do you want to talk about it?" You kept your voice low. You were responded with silence but that's okay. You knew he was working up the courage to say something. You've been there for him on his bad mental days before and you'll willingly be there for him again.

Patience is a virtue, as some would say.

"Will I ever be more than a good for nothing, greedy scumbag?" He started, his voice was shaky. You moved your hand so it was placed on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze for him to continue. "I hear it every single day from them. I'm always their punching bag, the first to blame when something goes wrong, will I ever be more than the avatar of greed?" Words filled with insecurity spewed out of his mouth, words that broke your heart the more he opened up to you. It wasn't often that he would open up so any time he would, you would give him your full attention. You want to make sure he felt heard. The sound of muffled hiccups and sniffles filled the room, you waited for him to finish before giving your words of closure and love to him.

"You're more than just a demon of greed, Mammon. You're THE great Mammon, my first man and the protector of the human world's representative." You slid your other hand under his, holding his hand with both of yours now. "I'll go have a chat with them later about how they treat you but I want to make sure you're okay before I step out of this room. Can I come underneath the blanket with you?" He tugged you in as a yes. You slid underneath the blanket, immediately feeling him crawl into your arms. You moved your hand up to his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his warm skin.

"Do you love me, MC?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Please just answer it." He wanted to hear you say it. That's all he wanted at this very moment. If he doesn't have the guts to say it himself, he craves hearing you say it at least.

"Of course I love you, Mammon." You pulled him in closer, holding him tightly.

"... In what way...?" Should he be getting his hopes up? Was he going to regret asking so impulsively? Is he about to be let down?

"I love you in a way where I want to be stay by your side until the end, as cheesy as it sounds." He felt a smile crawl on to his lips. "I love you in a way where I want to be the first person you think of telling when something big or small happens. To heaven and back to hell, I love you so much, with all my heart. You, Mammon, have my heart. It's yours."

His heart bloomed with greed and joy. You were his, he was the one who won your heart. Whatever he did, you had fallen for him. He's the winner.

"I love you too... Thank you for loving me."

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I hope you guys liked this!

Also, do you guys prefer mc or y/n bc I don't know which one to use ;;

Warmth in the rain

I am SO smitten for mammon so I ramble a lot in this, sorry!

You and Mammon are out on a date but it starts raining! That's okay though, it worked out well in the end.

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Going out on dates with the avatar of greed were always either last minute or they have been planned for ages and he's just been too nervous to ask if you want to go on a date. Regardless, they were still fun, even if sometimes the both of you get scolded coming home to an angry (and worried) Lucifer.

Today though, you guys were out enjoying a walk together. Holding hands, chatting away, stopping to look at something that caught one of your interests and then trying to hold back Mammon from impulsively buying it. He's going to come back for it, especially if it caught your eyes.

The two of you were currently sat down outside a cafe, eating whatever you guys thought looked good. Flirty comments, playful banter, occasional teasing went back and forth. You started going on a rant about something. Of course he was listening but he couldn't help but stare at you, feeling his heart race. Everything about you was so perfect to him; he knows about your insecurities and the flaws that you have, he acknowledges them and accepts them. He's not the type to hold them against you. You're you and that's all he could've ever asked for.

He felt so warm being with you. He felt so loved and accepted, you didn't shout insults straight at his face, you didn't belittle him every time he opened his mouth. Wow isn't this easy, being nice to someone? He felt so much love for you and the feeling knowing that you love him back just as much? A bit more or less, he didn't care, the fact that you liked, no, LOVED him back made him feel like he could die happy. He's absolutely smitten for you but he'll never admit that to you, his brothers will do it for him though.

"Oh the great, one and only Mammon, are you still there? You're just staring at me with that goofy smile." You waved your hands in front of his face, making him snap out of his trance. "Did you hear anything I said?"

"My smile is NOT goofy, thank you very much!" He scoffed, trying to play it off, "A-And of course I, THE great Mammon, heard what you were saying!"

"Okay, what was I just talking about then." You smirked at him, watching him fumble with his words as he tried to make an excuse to why he wasn't listening. The chatter kept going, everything felt so perfect. Mammon telling stories about the dumb stuff him and his brothers have done and you making comments every so often that ends up with the two of you laughing. "We should start heading back, it's getting late. I don't want to deal with Lucifer being an angry dad."

"Ugh, always ruining the fun." He grabbed his stuff and stood near you, waiting for you to get up. He held his hand out to you, feeling a smile and a blush crawl onto his face when you intertwined your hands with his. It's a feeling that he wishes would never go away. The walk back home was the same, his hand squeezing your hand every so often. He couldn't ask for anyone better, he'll do anything to keep you by his side and he means it.

Everything was warm and light-hearted until he felt something wet drop onto his head. One after another and it started bucketing down on the two of you. You both ran to the nearest shelter, hands still holding each other's.

"Argh! Stupid rain, ruining our perfect date."

"Oh, it was a date now, was it?"

"Shut it." He gave you a small glare before focusing his eyes on the rain. It was dark, street lamps being the only source of light. "I would've bought an umbrella if I knew it was going to rain, damn it!"

"I swear it never rains here so it's not your fault, Mammon." You used your unoccupied hand to cup his face, making him look your way. "It's alright."

"But still... I was really enjoying today with ya..." his voice got quieter as he continued to speak, shifting his eyes away from yours. Even after being together for a while, he still gets shy saying affectionate things. It's endearing.

There was music softly playing from one of the shops down the street, the rain was muffling it but it can still be heard. An idea popped inside your head which plastered a grin onto your face.

"And what's stopping you from still enjoying it? A bit of water?" Your hands tightening around his before pulling him out with you into the pouring rain.

"We're going to get SICK!" He yelled. You didn't care. You pulled him towards you, his body colliding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. His arms instinctively wrapped around your torso. He won't admit it, but it did feel kind of nice standing under the wet weather with you. You started swaying your body, his body copying your actions.

"Dance with me, Mammon. We can still enjoy this right?" You looked up at him, seeing him stare deeply into your eyes. He nodded, being the first one to take a step back. His hand connected with yours again, placing his other hand on your waist. You rested your arm on his, extended the arm that was holding his slightly.

As the music continued to play, the two of you start dancing. None of you knew what you were doing but that's okay, it's the thought that counts. He spun you around a couple of times, you did the same back to him but he only spun reluctantly. Sometimes the song playing would have a fast tempo, making the both of you move around like idiots. Sometimes the tempo would be slow and the both of you would still be moving around like idiots but slower and more lovingly. Who knows how long you guys have been dancing for at this point.

He spun you around again and surprised you with a dip. You wrapped your hand around his neck, the other clinging onto his wet jacket, scared you were going to fall onto the ground, as if you weren't already drenched from head to toe. His hand held your back, preventing you from falling, the other was snaked around your waist. He pulled you in closer, being only inches apart from you.

"I love you so much, it drives me crazy." He started, pressing his forehead against yours, "You never fail to make me feel happy, even on my worst days. I really do love ya. Nothing, in all three realms, will ever change that." He pushed his lips onto yours, feeling you immediately kiss him back. He pulled you back up so you were standing on both feet again.

Whenever one of you would pull away, the other would pull the other back in, wanting more. His hands cupped your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. He couldn't get enough of you.

"Mammon... We should really get back before we get really sick." You were the first to push him away, feeling a little breathless.

"Yeah, we really should." The look in his eyes were filled with fondness. Endearment. Passion, if you may.

You guys booked it home, as expected, only coming home to an angry Lucifer as he was scolding the both of you for being out late AND getting drenched. The two of you spent the next few days in bed with a cold but at least you had each other.

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I had no idea where this was going lol, this was all impulsive writing, sorry. I hope you guys enjoyed it tho.

I'm here

Comfort fluff with Levi bc I'm feeling very sad and I love Levi with my entire heart. This is also the first time I've written something in about 3-4 years?? So I'm sorry in advance if this isn't good lmao </3

You're having a little meltdown bc of your head while sleeping in Levi's room and he does his best to comfort you

It was unusual that you would fall asleep after Levi but here you were tonight. Your boyfriend asleep while you were wide awake at some ungodly hour of the night. Thoughts were piling up slowly the longer you stayed awake, you just wanted to sleep and ignore the thoughts until you woke up the next day. You kept tossing and turning, getting more and more frustrated when you weren't able sleep. You sat up to try and get out of bath tub bed to maybe go on a walk, grab a glass of water from the kitchen even. Even if you wanted to, your body didn't want you to —so you stayed sitting up with a weighted blanket resting on your legs.

Your thoughts got louder, some were just repeating in your head like a broken record, some were just harsh words. You felt insecure, annoyed, upset if it wasn't obvious. Why can't they go away for one night? You had such a lovely day with your boyfriend, spending the whole day shut inside his room, binge watching anime that had really long titles that spoiled the whole plot, playing games with him even though he bested you in almost all of them, only letting you win just to see you erupt with joy. It made him warm seeing you get so happy over winning a match.

"Y/n, you're moving around a lot," A soft, tired voice interrupted your spiralling thoughts. He rubbed his eyes and noticed how you were sitting up.

"I can't sleep..."

"Are... Are you feeling okay? Most of the time w-when I can't sleep, it's usually because my stupid brain won't stop thinking." He pushed himself up, now sitting next to you.

"Yeah, well no, but--" you were interrupted with the feeling of tears running down your cheeks. You took in a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. Levi panicked, not expecting to see you crying minutes after waking up. "I-It's just... It's like you said, I can't stop thinking and there's so many thoughts crowding my head and--" Your breath started becoming rapid, you were hyperventilating now. It's getting worse.

"Y/n, can you look at me?" He moved to sit in front of you and grabbed your hands, being very cautious not to make any sudden movements in case it made things worse. "Breathe with me, okay?" It hurt him to see you in such a state. He started taking deep breaths in and out, making sure that you were doing the same. He listened to your breathing, giving your hands a small squeeze whenever he noticed your breathing acting up again. Whilst he was doing the breathing exercise with you, he was thinking of ways that helped him when he was having one of those nights. What would he have wanted on nights like these?

"I'm sorry... I woke you up and now you have to put up with me like this." You spoke up after calming down a bit.

"Hey... I'm not putting up with anything if it's you. You aren't a hassle for me. I-I care about you a lot y/n, I want to be able to help you w-when you feel like this." He spoke in a hushed tone, almost a whisper but not quite. Once he feels like you've calmed down enough, he asks his next question, "Is... Is there anything I can do to help you? I can go grab my headphones and you can try and drown out your thoughts? That helps me out a lot."

"You're already helping me enough Levi. I would like it if you could grab your headphones though." You nodded at his suggestion, watching him almost immediately scurry out of the bathtub to go grab his headphones for you, tripping on the way to his desk. He quickly walked back to the bed, grabbing his phone before seating himself back next to you. He gently placed the headphones on your head, letting you adjust them if they were sitting uncomfortably. He lowered the volume before playing some white noise (or lofi or some relaxing music, whatever suits you better), knowing that he always sets his volume up too high without realising. He doesn't want to accidentally deafen you.

You moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you leaned onto his shoulder. It was a peaceful silence, it wasn't awkward like it used to be at the beginning of the relationship. He leaned against one arm for support and placed his other hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb up and down at a slow pace. He looked down at you, it filled him with a flood of relief noticing that your breathing has steadied, your face wasn't filled with distress anymore, more rather peace. He brushed your hair to the side so he can plant a small kiss to your forehead. Oh man, he feel his heart RACING from just that.

"I love you, Levi. Thank you for doing this for me." You muttered. "You helped a lot."

"I... I will do anything to keep you happy, y/n. You've helped me in the past before when I have bad nights and I want to help you too when you go through it... I love you too."

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I didn't do this justice at all but I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing this! He's a bit OOC in this, I know but it's how I see how he would be if he's in a long term relationship with MC 👉👈 this man has my heart wow <3

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole