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eheheh pretty boy *blush*
“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.
Finaley he’s ready to be dated ... come to me I get you to the dark site softly! <3 *.*
Clingy Reader Imagines
Genre: Imagines, fluff
Characters: (gn! reader), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, Raphael, and Mephistopheles.
Brothers version...
Diavolo:
Another clingy one of the lot.
He starts using you as an excuse to skip his work and everything that requires his attention due to his title, which never works on Barbatos.
You reward him with hugs if you find out that he finished the work he had pending.
Cuddle king!!
Your hugs comfort him after a long day of meetings and whatnot, as he grumbles about how his title affects the relationship because he never has time for you.
He's very open about his relationship with you and is not afraid to show you off to others.
Barbatos:
He makes sure he always makes time for you.
Your hugs always catch him off guard everytime, even if you thought he'd be used to it.
He tends to think that if he doesn't spend enough time with you, it might make you feel unloved by him.
Being Diavolo's butler, he rarely has time for you so he makes up with cuddles and food (which he himself cooks).
He's ashamed by how jealous he feels whenever he sees other people spending more time with you than him but he makes up for it, one way or another.
Solomon:
God, it's like a challenge between the two of you on who's the most clingiest.
He doesn't care who comes out as the winner of this challenge, he simply wants to be as loving to you as possible.
Definitely not to make the others jealous, no. Why would you think that?
If you keep scores on this, he'll start cheating his way to win.
But, at the end of the day, he knows it's your arms that will comfort and hug him anyways.
Will purposely want to be as close to you as possible when you're alone; whether it's just lazing around, or if he has work to be done.
There's no room for jealousy of other people between you both because there's just that much love.
Simeon:
Simply adores you!
Your hugs are like his lifeline. Without it, he feels gloomy (as described by Luke).
He will count down the hours until you make it to Purgatory Hall to greet him.
He's willing to be a full blown pillow for you when you guys cuddle.
Obviously has to start making excuses like movie night, sleepovers and anything he can think of, in order to be with you.
Literally made a plan to create a room for you in Purgatory Hall and shift Solomon to the House of Lamentation.
The idea was quickly burned down by everyone though.
Thirteen:
At first, you thought she wouldn't really like it but boy, you were wrong!
She craves your hugs everyday, after work or even before you guys start the day.
She won't show it but she always ends up blushing whenever you compliment her or cuddle with her.
Acts like she doesn't care when you are in public, but it shows on her face when you hold her hand, or even smile.
Doesn't really get jealous but if the other person is too clingy with you, she will glare daggers into their soul and honestly, who isn't already scared of her.
Raphael:
Attention seeker!!
Absolutely hates when you ignore his cues or...well his existence in general.
He won't let you get away from him once you both are cuddling.
He always wants you to start with the affection and he'll make sure he never stops after that.
Wants you to depend on him for certain stuff, be it teaching you healing spells or anything. He likes to be useful to you.
There isn't anyone who'd try to do anything funny to you because they know he'll start raining down spears on them.
Side note- Don't even try making him jealous unless you want to deal with the consequences.
Mephistopheles:
Similar to Lucifer, he prefers to enjoy your affection privately.
He may seem stiff when you hug him for the first time but after that, he starts hugging you back and may pat your head too, if he's in a cherry mood.
Very much open about his relationship with you because why not? There's no harm in it.
Will get extremely flustered if you catch him off guard with a hug or a kiss.
He trusts you a lot, so there's really no way he'd ever get jealous.
Finally did it. I was thinking of posting this last week but then added Raphael and Mephisto in case you guys wanted them as well.
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Dreams of the future.
Pairing: Simeon X GN!Reader
Summary:
“ My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love?”
Y/N has been invited over for a sleepover at Purgatory hall, with Luke, Solomon and Simeon, but Simeon struggles concealing his newfound feelings for them….
Read Simeon’s perspective as he falls deeper in love with them…
Word Count: Around 4k
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49380574/chapters/124613413
Author's note: Heyyy, idk what to say…um….yeah. 🤷♂️ Enjoy reading!
TW: Nothing I can think of.
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Part 1: My heart is beating and I know why.
I didn’t get a good night's sleep last night. I guess the issue was anticipation. I have to admit it, I'm so excited. Luke has been so pumped up for this sleepover and I suppose it’s rubbed off on me…
The more I think about it, the more I can’t think at all; all of the words inside my head seem to jumble to form images of what may be the future or what may not be; and I just have to sit there an comfort myself that i’m not going to make a fool of myself in front of them.
Y/N was invited. Is that the reason that whenever I think about it, it's with not only feelings of excitement but also fear? Are they the reason that my heart pounds whenever I think of them staying over, or just the thought of them at all?
I don’t know much about love. In the Celestial Realm, all I knew was to value kinship above everything else. Not once have I felt the sensations I felt, to quite the extent, from just standing near them.
My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love? I didn't notice these feelings until the idea of the sleepover came up. It was Luke's idea to plan this, and looking back on my motives to go along with it, I now realise that I agreed with the sole purpose of getting to spend more time with Y/N.
It’s unusual how I was so blind to the sensations I felt in my body before. How could I have not noticed my strong longing to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses.
It’s foolish, I know. Solomon told me the same. He’d noticed long before me, and I only just noticed this now. He’d told me that it was obvious that I held a special place in my heart for Y/N, and that I was a fool in love who didn’t know yet. He said it teasingly, but perhaps it was right.
Perhaps I'm really falling for them. Or perhaps I already have. I’m not used to this. How can I remember what I felt like before? It's like when you're sick, the sensation prevents you from remembering what it's like to be healthy. Oh, that would make more sense of the expression “lovesick” then. I guess I'll need a doctor, hehe.
The doorbell is ringing…my heart is pounding…
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Part 2: I can no longer think without a thought of you.
Luke, Solomon and I welcome them at the door and seeing their smile makes me feel more at ease, remembering how many other days they had spent at Purgatory Hall. Not overnight, however, but it surely can’t be too much of a difference; even though they will be sleeping over, they will be sleeping in Luke’s room once we are all tired enough to declare the night’s events over.
I realise that (in a hidden disappointment ) perhaps it's best that Solomon and I retreat to our own rooms. Luke may be an angel who has lived for more than the average human does, but he is still a child in angel standards, and being an angel alone can also put someone at ease, so I'm sure Y/N would be more comfortable sleeping with just Luke. Luke is overjoyed, of course. He’s really taken a liking to them, and I think he sees them as his best friend. This is the happiest I've seen him and I'm glad.
I wonder how Y/N charms so many people. Solomon has been stolen by their charms too, and being honest, it makes me jealous. He’s much more forward and flirtatious than I am and sometimes I just have to hope that Y/N hasn’t fallen for him before me. If I even had a chance, that is.
If there’s even the slither of possibility that whenever Y/N sees me their heart beats at the same rapid pace as mine, and that they feel jittery at just the slight brush of our shoulders, then perhaps maybe I would indulge in a more open expression of my feelings for them.
When my eyes meet theirs I see the realm of possibility that they share my feelings. But when they look away, I can see it shatter, and I can feel the thumping in my heart when they tell me that they can’t accept how I feel for them, outcasting me. Neglecting me for Solomon, perhaps.
Yet again, my heart doesn't allow this, and desperately tries to pull me closer to them, my lips to part and for me to just…say it. Tell them that i've never felt this way about someone before. Tell them that I want to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers and pepper them with soft kisses. Tell them that I don’t want them to smile at Solomon, or Luke, or anyone else, only me, and that we would dance in my dreams forever.
We’ve now made it into the kitchen. Of course, all of the previous thoughts were momentary, however not once has it escaped the back of my mind.
Luke says “Do you guys want to bake cupcakes for our first activity? I brought the ingredients!”
I catch a glance at Y/N and they seem eager, so I reflect that on myself too, hoping that they could find the similarity between us, and want to search for more.
We start to prepare. Luke preheats the oven. I start to crack the eggs that had been left out to set while I watch in the corner of my eye Y/N and Solomon, too close for my own comfort, and they smile at each other and my heart hurts. They take out the ingredients from the fridge and their hands meet as my own clench, not in anger, but regret in knowing I haven't been working hard enough to have a closer bond with Y/N.
I tell myself I'm getting too worked up and need to focus on just having a good time.
So I do just that.
When we are all mixing the ingredients in the bowl, I take the opportunity to ‘flirt’ a little with Y/N. I put my hand in the flour bag and as I took it out, I flicked it on their face. They flinch a little and I start to feel bad, but then I notice that beautiful smile of theirs again, and it gives me courage to keep going - I grab a bigger amount of flour and chuck it at them, but of course not too much to waste it, and this time it ends up all over their face, including right to the tip of their nose, and I find it absolutely adorable. So much as to stupidly comment on it:
On the tip of my tongue, the words slip out and I catch myself saying “you're so cute” mid-way from what seems to be a giggle.
I didn’t intend to make things awkward but an inevitable solitary gap follows. In order to ease the awkward tension, I laugh and scratch at the nape of my neck.
Solomon notices and joins along too, taking some flour and throwing it at me. I inhale the powder and sneeze a little.
“Revenge” he says, with that classic, seductive smirk. If I hadn’t fallen for Y/N first, I'd probably be head over heels for this man.
Luke joins in with the fun too, and takes a dainty amount of flour, presumably not to waste any more, and throws it at Solomon. Solomon turns around and pulls a fake angry face, but Luke takes it a bit too seriously and gulps. I notice this so I step out and gave him a good pat on the head to let him know we were just playing, but little did he know that I had flour all over my hand!
Solomon points this out, we laugh and by the time the cupcake mixture is in the mould, I had forgotten my negative thoughts from earlier.
Y/N still has a bit of flour on their cheek…I lick my finger subconsciously and wipe it off…
Thank the celestial realm that no one else saw…well, except for Y/N…they turn away and their face reddens…I'm worried I may have made them uncomfortable, or even angry.
“Oh…! I-I’m sorry.”
But before I can catch their response, everyone's attention turns to the oven as it pings, letting us know that the cupcakes are ready.
“Guys guys! Look~! They look great don’t they!” Luke exclaims while taking them out of the oven. The cupcakes are a sort of golden-brown colour and they look absolutely delicious.
“Shall we decorate them?” Solomon suggests. I have to agree that they do seem plain.
I turn to Y/N who seems to have decided to ignore what happened, and me in the process, and they seem pretty enthusiastic to decorate the cupcakes.
And I now feel the same.
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Part 3: Setting the mood.
It’s been a long day.
I’m not necessarily tired, but it seems as though Luke definitely is - he dozed off within the first few hours of our film marathon. So, we have decided to move to my room, so we don't disturb him.
Once we get there, Y/N immediately makes a beeline towards my bed, and I can’t help but blush. Seeming relaxed, they leap onto it and sigh. I’m glad they don’t feel self-conscious about the fact that they are in my room for the first time.
“Oh…sorry! I see a bed and I run to it, haha…” They go to stand up but I assure them it's fine, and it's exactly what we were doing in Luke's room in order to watch the film on Solomon’s D.D.D.
We all sit on my bed, and lie down with Solomon in the middle, phone in front of us. Every now and then, my eyes drift towards Y/N from across us, and I see them intently watching the movie. I’m not too keen on this sort of movie, but it was their suggestion so Solomon and I thought we should try it; don’t get me wrong, it’s not too bad, but i’d rather admire Y/N…I didn’t intend for that to be creepy in any way, but i suppose it does seem like that.
The film has ended now, and Solomon gets up and stretches. Through a yawn, he says “I’m starting to feel knackered, so I’m gonna go to bed early. Although, I do have a film recommendation for you!”
“But won’t you want to watch it too?” Y/N makes a good point. I sense an ulterior motive to what Solomon is doing…
“Nah. I’m good. I’ve seen it too many times to count. Let me know what you think in the morning. Good night!” And with a casual wave, he’s gone to his room.
That sly sorcerer. I know what he’s doing. You can already tell by the title of the film: it’s a romance.
However, Y/N seems eager to try, and I'm not tired so I suppose I'll do it for them…
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Part 4: Romance movies set the mood. How I would like to kiss you…
We are mid-way through the film now, watching on my D.D.D now, of course, and the romantic progressions are starting to show. The main character has finally admitted their feelings for him, but he is oblivious to his own. (I’m starting to see why Solomon chose this one specifically…)
Now…she kisses him. I shuffle in my position. I’m starting to feel a bit awkward sitting next to Y/N, and my heart starts to beat faster than it was before. I wonder if they feel the same way.
Maybe I should just tell them. In fact…I will.
As the kissing scene gets more passionate, I sneak a glance at them…
They are fast asleep.
I don’t mean to think this in an unsettling way, but they are even beautiful when they sleep…I watch the rise and fall of their breath, only for a moment, despite it feeling like eternity. They look so peaceful. I wonder what they are dreaming of. Of me? Or of a blank canvas.
I’m disappointed I wasn’t able to tell them how I felt. There’s always tomorrow, I guess.
I turn off my phone and we are submerged in darkness momentarily before my eyes adjust. I carefully get off the bed in order not to disturb them, and I just stand there a moment. Only for a moment, I see what could be. I see my hand in theirs, their heart for mine.
I cover them with my duvet.
As much as I wished I could sleep beside them, I know that it would be inappropriate. Despite the fact that they look so cosy and warm, I must fight my desperacy to stay beside them.
I try to settle on my settee, ready to sleep.
I eventually drift into a light slumber…
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Part 5: I’m ready to sleep, knowing i’ll see you in my dreams.
Even in my vacancy of consciousness, my mind still wanders to the thought of them. Their smile, their laugh…
When I close my eyes I think of them, I dream of them. I see them in idle scenarios made of coffee shops and dancing in the rain. They make me feel as though I am in a dream in itself, never wanting to wake up from my lovesick acoma.
My dreams are of what I could have said or done with them, but they are also made of what could possibly be. Dreams of the future.
In the darkness of my shut eyelids I see their silhouette in colours; colours of beauty and gold. I find myself tracing the outer lines of their shadows that stayed with me from the day and the remnants of memories that I spent with them.
Solomon is right…I do hold a special place in my heart for them.
I think I love them.
I love Y/N…
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Part 6: Hazy mornings, hazy dreams.
I wake up - there’s no way to tell whether it's daytime, being in the Devildom and all.
It’s difficult to see, so I tumble off…oh. Right. I slept on my settee. That explains the sudden back ache I have. After I'd lazily slumped off, rubbing my hazed eyes, I stretched a little, and a yawn escaped me.
I go to check the time on my D.D.D when I hear a noise…
“Simeon…”
From under the constraint of my duvet, I can hear their faint lethargic breaths. Y/N seems to still be asleep.
I’ve only just taken in what I had just heard…my name?
I must be mistaken.
But I heard it again. This time, louder and clearer, as though they knew I was trying to listen. Or maybe because they were calling out for me.
Does this mean…they are dreaming of me, too?
Tell me universe, is this a sign? I don’t believe my own heart when it tells me it is. I suppose I can’t trust anything but their own words.
If they are dreaming of me, I wonder what it’s about.
“I…”
Hm…? I listen intently to see if they add anything.
“I really love…”
Love? They love what?
“Please…”
No no, Y/N…finish…I subconsciously make my way towards my bed, and sit on the end. I look at their face; before admiring their features as I normally do, I notice that their expression is content, in a light smile.
“Come closer…”
For a second, I almost believe that they are talking to me.
Perhaps I should stop listening…
“Simeon…?”
Oh lord.
“Why am I in your bed? …oh yeah. Um…thank you…wait…where did you sleep?!”
They leap up suddenly, and it makes me jump a little. I can feel my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what they were implying.
“O-oh! No, I slept on my settee. I promise.”
I hold out my pinkie to them.
“It’s alright…”
And for a moment, I swear they say under their breath, the words I wanted to hear…“I wouldn’t have minded”, but maybe it was my imagination at work again.
They rise out of my bed and I get up to turn on my bedside lamp.
“Thanks.”
We are both wearing the same clothes as last night. Luke was the only one who had put on pyjamas, the rest of us had just remained in our lounging clothes.
Y/N gasps, seemingly looking at their reflection on the camera app of their D.D.D (how did they even get it to face them? i’m not good with technology…).
I take a sudden fleeting moment to look at them under the warmth of the light and I notice their horrendous bed hair…not that it makes them look bad, of course, I'd never even dream it possible…but the hair itself has become so tangled it creates an almost abstract appearance that I’d deem it an entire otherworldly being…okay, that was an exaggeration, but their reaction compliments my description well.
I have a sudden thought. Whilst they are checking their D.D.D notifications, I swiftly open my drawer and retrieve my comb. I remove my own stranded hairs from it, discard them and approach Y/N.
With sudden confidence, I catch their attention by tapping them lightly on the head with the comb.
“Here, you can borrow this.” I say with a polite smile, and they turn to me and my confidence vanishes in an instance. And there it is, their smile…
“…oh! Thanks, Simeon. True lifesaver, I forgot mine.”
I watch them put their D.D.D down and struggle to get the knots out of their hair.
“Um…Y/N…would you like some…help?”
How I would love to brush their hair. I guess sometimes my thoughts escape my mouth before I even realise it.
After some consideration, they say “…yes.”. I’d imagined the opposite. I’m relieved.
They hand me the brush and sit on my armchair and I think to myself “Good heavens…why is my heart beating so fast? I’ve brushed Luke’s hair before and it was alright. Although I suppose the circumstance is different, seeing as I consider Luke a younger brother.
And Y/N…well…I’m hoping I’ll someday have the ability to consider them something more than just a friend…and maybe, that day will be today, if I regain the courage I had last night.
As I stroke through their hair with my comb, we remain in a comfortable silence.
I get the sudden feeling that perhaps now I should tell them. They would be leaving soon, and I most likely wouldn’t be seeing them until the next week…
I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell them-
“Hey…Simeon…”
“Um…yes?”
“Did I…snore last night?”
Oh my god, why did they have to do that to me - I thought my heart would burst out of my chest there and then!
But now I notice my own disappointment and my heart sinks.
Through strained nervous laughter I say, “Haha, no, no you didn't…,” Should I bring up the sleep talking? Too late…”,but you did talk in your sleep…”
“Oh gosh! Really!” They turn to me as I finish off the last section of their hair. I ran my fingers through it to make sure I didn’t miss anything…it’s as soft as I’d thought it would be.
I would say that their hair is one of my favourite things about them..but it’s an impossible choice out of millions of other things…Although, if you’d forced me to pick something of them all, my ultimate favourite would be their smile.
Knowing that they are happy makes me happy. Is that selfish? Or perhaps because it also helps them be their utmost self, showing off their other millions of favourable traits.
“Mhm, yeah…”
“What did I say?! I better not have said anything embarrassing!”
I finish messing around with their hair and go to put my brush in their drawer.
An angel must strive to be honest, so I tell the truth. However, is it okay to admit that I mainly told the truth because I greedily wanted to know what they would say upon hearing that they dreamt of me?
“You…said my name” I nervously rub the nape of my neck again and avoid their gaze, although there wasn’t much left to avoid, as they looked at their feet shyly.
“Wait…really? That’s so embarrassing!”
“If it helps, you didn’t say much other than that.”
“Still!”
They look at me through the dimly lit room, their eyes sparkling and I just melt.
“…do you remember the dream?”
I add a teasing tone slightly, in order not to reveal too much of my interest.
“…no…”
That was definitely a lie; they averted eye contact again…it’s so adorable. However, I still don’t know for sure whether their dream was of the sort I would want it to be…
I won’t push them.
“Anyway, Simeon, how did you sleep?”
I notice that they are trying to change the subject. It shouldn't bother me too much, seeing as they must be doing it because they are uncomfortable, but it irritates me slightly that I will never know what the dream was about.
“That’s very sweet of you, I slept alright, thank you. And you?”
“Um…yes. Very well, thanks. Uhm…I'm sorry I took over your bed last night…”
“No problem. I’m alright with it.”
Before we finish with the conversation…a smell of smoke arises from the halls, and presumably coming from the kitchen.
As though a part of the same mind, we simultaneously scramble outside to find out what's happening…
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Part 7: Why in Celestia did I let Solomon cook?
“Solomon!”
I shout out, half in shock and the other in momentary anger.
“Whoops.”
He slides a cheeky grin as he backs away from the burning pan.
Luke is on the verge of tears and frantically swatting away the smoke with a cookbook.
“It’s alright Luke. Nobody’s hurt, right?”
I observe Solomon and Luke and they don’t seem to have any burn injuries or much affect from the smoke.
Y/N makes a very valid statement of “So, I’m guessing the Devildom don’t have fire alarms? Because of it being hell and all? …Perhaps we should ask Lord Diavolo for a special installation…”
“Good idea.” We need a better warning of Solomon cooking, than smoke. This man…he’s a renowned famous sorcerer, who can do almost anything…but he can’t even fry an egg without creating toxic, hazardous fuel!
“Solomon..step further away fromt he frying pan…that’s it…further…”
Y/N seems to be enjoying this.
It’s a hilarious dilema, I have to admit.
“I was just trying to make breakfast for everyone, but then this happened…”
“How do you manage to do this every time…?” I sigh, knowing that sometimes the impossible is possible with sorcerers.
“No clue. Honestly.”
Luke generously offers to make us a new breakfast, still slightly shaken.
After we finish our luckily non-hazardous breakfast, I sense that Y/N might need to leave soon…
I’ve decided won’t let them until I've told them. Told them how I feel.
Easier said than done, most likely, but I'll try my hardest. Starting…now.
“Hey! Y/N, can we talk for a bit?”
Solomon shoots me an all-knowing glare and discreetly gives a thumbs up. Perhaps I was wrong to be suspicious of him. After all, he’s one of my best friends - he’d only want what's best for me.
“Um…sure!”
Noticing how forward and sudden my suggestion was, I tense a little, but I'm not going to give up just yet.
“…can you come with me?”
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I take them to the garden. I find comfort here, amongst all of the non-judgmental flowers. It also creates a romantic setting, if I were in need of such a benefit…which would be befitting for now.
Amongst the rows of pretty flora, my vision sets on only Y/N under the Devildom’s pale morning moonlight.
Somehow, it makes them even more beautiful.
“What did you want to say, Simeon?”
“I… just wanted to let you know that…”
They sit on the floor under a gazebo, conveniently placed in privacy behind a brush of roses, and I join them.
“I need to tell you this in order to be completely honest with you…I don’t want to mislead myself any longer so I'm relying on an answer, however there is no pressure for one…
I’ve been experiencing feelings that I've never felt before, and I found them in you. I think I’ve fallen for you…”
They’re a little shocked, but under the blue light and the shadows cast by the glare, I see that smile again. The one I’ve made my new joy.
“I feel the same, Simeon.”
My heart flutters but this time it's brought with it a new emotion…of hope.
I’d dreamed of idle scenarios, where Y/N and I would spend our time in coffee shops, dance in the rain, no mind of what others perceive. To hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses.
It will take some time…but perhaps my dreams can come true.
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End author’s note: Thank you so much for readinggg! Feel free to send in requests & if you like, lmk if you enjoyed it. Have a great day/night :)
Oh! And a joke before you go…
How do angels greet each other…they say “halo!”
I’ll take my leave… 🏃♀️
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Hello there! could I possibly ask for a Diavolo x reader where it's their wedding? i'd also like to see some interactions between the couple and the brothers and dateables
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff :)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Diavolo x GN!Reader (ft. others)
𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello! i’ll have to make two parts, for now i’ll write the side characters then next part will be the brothers! also sorry if this is bad im not too good at writing wedding stuff :,)
Today was your wedding day, soon you were to rule Devildom alongside with Diavolo. When it was your turn to walk down the aisle, mostly everyone stared at you happy for you. Diavolo was staring wide eyed blushing, how can you be this perfect?.. he thinks to himself.
You soon are in front of him and as you both say “I do.” Diavolo and you share a sweet kiss, one of his hands on your waist , the other on your head pulling you closer. You guys smiles as everyone cheers for you two.
• Diavolo is so happy that he was the one to marry you, adoring each and every one of your features you were just too perfect for him.
• Almost melted when you came down the aisle, you looked even more amazing in your dress/suit!
• Feels like its a dream because its too good to be true
• As soon as you came to Devildom he instantly fell in love, your personality and everything about you made him melt
• Has a bunch of wedding photos, and the ring he got you was so beautiful.
- here’s what i think the ring would look like [your choice] :) -
• He’s super happy that you will rule devildom with him.
• Does anything for you, he’s literally so in love with you
• I can for some reason think that he’ll invite the brothers and side characters to the wedding only, then announce it to the whole devildom
• Everyone adores you two, after all you’re a great couple!
• Barbatos is super happy for you two
• Will be the one to bring you down the aisle
• Cries tears of joy almost but keeps his calm face as always
• He gets to serve both of you and is happy to do so
• Definitely plans stuff for you two
• He will treat you both like you two are the only people on the planet
• Best butler 1000/10
• He baked all the after desserts and dishes, but sadly there was no left overs
• Over all is really proud of you guys
• Simeon smiles as you walk down the aisle, is so happy for you
• He is very supportive
• Compliments you both after your wedding
• He finds out how to use a camera, and takes photos for you guys
• Simeon also helped with the dishes, alongside Luke and Barbatos
• One to cry tears of happiness
• Whenever he see’s you guys he treats you guys as royalty
• Solomon is happy for you two
• “YEAH GO MCC!”
• Cheers the loudest and some people stare at him like 🤨
• His human friend is gonna be the future rules of Devildom with Diavolo? He feels honoured to even be friends with you
• Literally bows when he sees you two
• Makes heart fire works for you two after the wedding
• Luke still has a thing against demons but if you’re happy then he doesn’t really care
• Is still salty towards him though but is nicer
• He is very happy for your wedding
• Made you guys the wedding cake while Barbatos and Simeon decorated it
• Hugs you after and tells you congrats
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Reader: Gn
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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."
Descent
𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯. 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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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?
May i request diavolo and simeon× q short chubby reader
a/n : it’s been so long… so damn long 💔 I’m sorry for late reply, sweetie:((
Diavolo Headcanons
— Constant Compliments
Diavolo absolutely adores his S/O's body and never hesitates to tell them so. He often compliments their softness, saying things like, "You're so cute, I could hold you forever," or "You’re perfect just the way you are."
— Gentle Giant Vibes
Being a literal demon prince, Diavolo is much taller and stronger, so he treats his S/O with a gentle touch, often picking them up effortlessly for hugs or carrying them around just for fun. He loves the height difference and thinks it's adorable how they fit perfectly against him.
— Protective and Proud
Diavolo would be incredibly protective of his S/O, always ensuring they feel safe and secure, both emotionally and physically. He’s quick to shut down any negativity, saying things like, “They’re mine, and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” He proudly shows them off during formal events in the Devildom, making sure they feel like royalty by his side.
— Custom Wardrobe
Diavolo would absolutely spoil his S/O, ensuring they have the most luxurious, custom-made clothes that fit their unique style and body type perfectly. He'd personally make sure everything is comfortable yet stylish, often suggesting fancy outfits for special dates or events.
— Affectionate Gestures
Expect a lot of forehead kisses (since you're shorter) and warm, enveloping hugs where he lifts you slightly off the ground. Diavolo loves holding hands in public and is very tactile, always wanting to be close to you.
— Playful Teasing
He loves teasing you playfully about your height difference. If you need to reach something high, he’ll pretend to hand it to you and then raise it just out of reach, laughing before pulling you into a hug and helping you out.
— Softness is His Weakness
Diavolo secretly adores resting his head on his S/O's lap or stomach after a long day. He finds comfort in their warmth and softness, enjoying those quiet moments when he can just relax in their presence.
Simeon Headcanons
— Gentle and Attentive
Simeon treats his S/O with the utmost care and tenderness. He’s incredibly respectful of their feelings and never lets them doubt how much they mean to him. He loves their softness and often rests his hand gently on their waist or back when they're close.
— Height Admiration
He finds your height difference endearing and loves when his S/O stands on their tiptoes to hug him. Simeon would often crouch down or lean in to kiss them on the forehead or lips, enjoying every moment of affection.
— Chubby Cheeks Affection
Simeon loves to gently cup their face, smiling at them while commenting on how cute their cheeks are. He might even give them a playful pinch now and then, always with a warm smile that melts your heart.
— Protective, But Subtle
Simeon isn’t as outwardly protective as Diavolo, but he is always watchful and attentive. If his S/O ever feels self-conscious or insecure, he knows just what to say to make them feel beautiful and appreciated. He loves reminding them that they’re perfect in his eyes.
— Affection Through Acts of Service
Simeon is big on showing love through little acts of kindness. Whether it’s making them tea, helping with errands, or ensuring their favorite blanket is nearby, he always makes sure his S/O feels cherished and cared for.
— Loves Cuddles
Simeon adores cuddling with his S/O, especially on peaceful afternoons when he has time to just relax. He finds comfort in their presence and loves to hold them close, especially enjoying their softness as he whispers sweet nothings in their ear.
— Encouraging and Supportive
Simeon would always encourage his S/O to be confident in their own skin. Whenever they have doubts about their appearance or body, he’d calmly reassure them with heartfelt words: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everything about you is perfect to me.”
— Tailored Angelic Fashion
Simeon enjoys seeing his S/O in flowing, comfortable clothes that highlight their beauty. He’d help them pick out soft, angelic outfits, making sure they feel comfortable and confident, especially when attending formal events together in the Celestial Realm.
Incorrect quotes#846 WOAH-
Mc*Is Playing hide n seek with Luke and the other young angels*1....2....3!!!-
Baby Angels*Squeals as Mc runs to find places to hide*
-Watching their interaction,Michael and Raphael watch over them-
Mich: Do you think they whimper?
Raph*nearly breaks his neck turning to look at him*!?!-
Sim*Coming in with lemonade and cupcakes without even hesitating*They do more than whimper~
Mich & Raph*Both look at him in shock*!?!
Sim*Going to give them their snacks, turns around to smile "innocently" at his brothers*
