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[leviathans-watching]

copping a feel of the older brothers

includes: lucfier, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: though it's alright with the boys and they even find it funny/enjoy it/etc. this could possibly read as harassment so if that's something you're sensitive to...

a/n: this is with an already established relationship with them btw!! do not go around doing this to people you know!! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req, so come stop by!

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lucifer always seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re feeling down, no matter how serious the situation is.

“it’s just not fair!” you insist emotionally. “i mean, he was my favorite character. and he died!”

lucifer, bless him, doesn’t always know what to do with that sixth sense. “that must be…difficult. um, do you want me to get levi? i’m sure he’d understand your…plight…better than i would.”

“no, it’s fine,” you say, pouting only slightly. “i’m sorry, i mus the bothering you.”

“no, no,” lucifer quickly disagrees. “look, would a hug make you feel better?”

a hug? now, that was rare for him to offer! but you jump on the chance, nodding pitifully. his arms wrap around you then, warm and strong, and you press your cheek to his collarbone.

“is this better?” he asks, and you nod against him, pressing your hands to his back. his broad and muscular back, you notice, and fully taking advantage of the situation, you run your hands across the muscles, digging into them lightly.

lucifer coughs slightly, pulling back. “are you quite finished feeling me up?” he asks pointedly, but there’s a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“honestly? not yet,” you say, and his sigh is long-suffering, but he lets you continue mapping the expanse of his back, even as his ears turn slightly red.

mammon moves quickly, catching you before you fall. “hey, be careful! i don’t need a human splatter stain at the bottom of the stairs.”

“thanks,” you say, gripping his arm. “that was a close one!”

“and that’s why you need to pay attention, idiot,” he scowls.

“i don’t really need to, not if you’re always here to save me,” you say slyly, giving his biceps a nice squeeze. dang, he’s packing some surprising muscle there!

“well,” mammon says, as his chest fulls up with pride, “i know i’m great and all, but i won’t always be there. and hey, stop that!” he swats your hand away form his arm, and you grin.

“sorry, sorry, i was just impressed by your muscles.”

his brows raise and his ego swells. “oh, well, in that case,” he says with a booming laugh, holding his arm out to you. “feel all you want! i’m the great mammon, after all! it should only be expected that i come with great, impressive muscles too!”

levi shakes you, trying to wake you up.

“five more minutes,” you groan, not even opening your eyes, and he frowns.

“you were the one who told me to wake you.”

“that wasn’t me,” you deny. “that was evil me. evil me who ahtes current me. five more minutes.”

“no, you’ve got to get up now,” levi continues, and is stopped by your hand landing blindly on his face, covering his mouth.

“shhh,” you insist, and he sits there, frozen, as your hand moves down from his mouth, to his neck and collarbone. fingers ghosting over this adam’s apple, you stroke his skin, making him flush, and seriously, what kind of dreams are you having now to be making that face?!?

with a great deal of effort, levi moves your hand from where it’s traveling dangerously close to his chest and shakes you hard. “get up!” he says, quickly, and this time it works.

“huh? oh, levi. thanks for waking me,” you say, stretching. “why is your face all red? did something happen?”

“n-no!” he almost shouts, taking a few steps back. “will you just get out of bed?”

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you say, pushing the covers back. “man, i was having a great dream, too!”

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[leviathans-watching]

random texts w/ mammon

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

rated t | m.list | part 1

a/n: ik it's been months since lucifer's but this was too fun to pass up lol

please reblog 😱😻🙏

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[leviathans-watching]

request for obey me headcanons where luke treats the reader as their older sibling n gets protective of them ?

bonus points for scenting, where luke scents the reader w his familial scent (cause i do imagine that there are different types of scenting, familial, romantic n platonic n each smell different from one another) n will try to “purify” the reader by replacing the brothers scents w his own

protective luke

includes: luke & gn!reader, minor the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: aww this was so cute tysm for requesting <3 my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req so come say hi!!

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“seriously,” luke huffs, pressing his cheek to your arm, “do you just let them hang all over you? their scents are everywhere!”

you let out an amused sigh. “well, i’m living with them, aren’t i? it’d be more strange if i didn’t have traces of their scent on me.”

“traces,” luke mutters. “right. and thanks for bringing living with them up so i don’t have to. you need to move out and come live with us immediately. we’re way better than those no-good demons anyway. and simeon is probably a much better cook than all seven combined.”

he’s not wrong, but admitting that would only increase his overprotectiveness dedication to protecting you.

“be careful what you say about demons down here,” you say mildly, and he rolls his eyes.

“bah! i don’t even get why you care for them so much! i worry about you, you know! who knows what schemes they’re cooking up!”

“i appreciate your concern,” you reply gently, meaning it, “and i know how much you don’t like the boys, but they’re my friends and i enjoy spending time with them. i care about them like you care about me.”

he scowls, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “that’s unfortunate. fine! i’ll permit you to keep living with them, as long as you don’t let them touch you anymore. they’re not subtle about wanting to sink their claws into you!”

literally and metaphorically.

“i can’t promise that,” you say.

“but you always stink! well, not you,” he amends quickly, “but their scent on you does. that’s why i don’t want them touching you! they’re laying claim shamelessly and it’s disgusting!”

you hide a smile. he doesn’t need to know that that pleases you to hear.

“i’ve got it!” luke says suddenly, leaning across his bed and grabbing one of the many stuffed bears. he offers it to you. “this has got my scent all over it! this should help keep theirs at bay and help protect you. promise you’ll keep it with you?”

“i promise,” you say, taking the bear from him. he also doesn’t need to know that the boys barely register his scent, weak due to his lack of age and power, especially compared to theirs.

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[leviathans-watching]

hello.. simeon lover here 🙏 if you have the time, would you consider a thing abt simeon visiting mc in the human realm when they’re not really expecting it?

➳ simeon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ .2k | rated g | m.list

simeon waits outside the door, hands bunching around the flowers he had gotten you. he’s not nervous, no, just excited.

…and a little nervous.

it had just been so long since he’d last seen you! what if you’d changed, or he’d changed and things were awkward? what if there was a distance between you two that hadn’t previously existed. or what if you no longer cared for him like he cared for you?

sure, he talks to you often over the phone, but it’s not the same as meeting face-to-face. you say you miss him and want to see him, but what if you actually didn’t? things like that happen.

before he can work himself up anymore, you open the door, eyes widening. “simeon?” you ask, jaw agape, and he smiles.

in an instant, you’ve thrown yourself around him, crushing the flowers between your bodies. you cling to him tightly, babbling all the while, but he can’t comprehend your words, too focused on the rightness of you being back in his arms.

“i missed you,” he says, and you pull him in for a kiss, desperate and forceful as if you’re trying to impart all of your emotions onto him through it, and he senses the feeling is mutual.

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[leviathans-watching]

when you realize the older brothers like you

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ugh i'm just feeling super uninspired rn, so sorry if this is blegh. anyway, my inbox is open, to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

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you realize lucifer likes you when you see how free he is with you. free with his ideas, his time, his things, and himself. the warm, sweet man you’d grown to know is a far cry from the imposing figure that had greeted you in the student council room at rad, and as you think back, you can trace when he’d begun opening up, when the two of you had grown closer.

at first, you hadn’t spent much time together at all, you were so busy with his brother’s shenanigans and getting situated, and he with work and his other duties, but as time went on and you came to know one another better, it wasn’t uncommon for you to share a table at the library to work, which turned into him walking you out, which turned into grabbing coffee, and so on and so forth.

he’s kind to you, and attentive, and while he’s polite to everyone (as long as they’re not on his bad side) there’s truly something deeper between you, something you hope to treasure and foster for as long as possible.

you realize mammon likes you pretty quickly. his insults turn to unintended compliments, the angry stain on his cheeks turns into a flustered blush, and he’s painfully transparent when it comes to wanting to spend time with you.

he hoards you, like a dragon does a jewel–or a spectacularly rare grimm–so unwilling to be outspoken in his adoration but it shining through in his every action. he comes up with ridiculous excuses to spend time with you, ones you both know you don’t believe, and you go along with him, just as eager to be in his company as he is to be in yours.

there are the little things, too. the way he gives you his jacket even if you’re not that cold. the way he grabs your hand when he’s excited. the way he stands on the street side when you go on walks. it’s the little things that he does even while claiming you’re ‘just a human’ to him, another thing you both know you don’t believe.

you realize levi likes you when he invites you into his space, sharing the parts of him he’d kept hidden for so long. no one went into his room before you, but it’s now not uncommon for you to hang in there after dinner, and over time, he’s revealed more of his collection to you. you find his passion endearing and fun, especially when he finds things to do or watch that interest the both of you, opening you up to a whole new world you’ve never explored.

he teaches you how to play his games, even letting you win sometimes, and is so eager when you do the same. he picks up your favorite snacks for movie nights, even though you old told him what they were once, and remembers that you like the left side of the couch better than the right.

he’s not so good at expressing himself through words, getting flustered when he tries, but his actions make it more than clear how he feels for you, how high of a regard he holds you in. you know he worries about being too much, too weird, but the fact that he’s able to overcome those worries to spend genuine time with you is something you’ll never not be grateful for, as it allows you this wonderful connection.

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[leviathans-watching]

i’m sure this has been done b4 but

[leviathans-watching]

➳ satan x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ .2k | rated g | m.list

“i love spring,” you say, inhaling deeply and spreading your arm wide to take in as much sun as possible, “and i’m definitely ready for summer.”

satan sniffles, wiping at his nose. “what did you say this stuff was called again?”

you giggle. “what, pollen?”

satan scowls. “this is worse than anything we have down in the devildom. it’s like a slow torture.”

“oh, you’ll be fine,” you dismiss. “but if it’s really bad, you can head back in.”

“you’re staying out here?”

“well, yeah!” you reply. “it’s the first nice day we’ve had in ages. of course i’m staying out here.”

“well then i’m staying out here as well,” satan says, folding his arms across his chest. the stern, noble effect is somewhat belayed by the fact that his eyes appear to be watering something awful.

you feel bad, but not bad enough to go in. he’s a big boy and can take care of himself.

“fine. just don’t itch your eyes, okay? i know you think it’ll make you feel better, but you’re wrong.”

you continue to walk, spotting a beautiful flowering tree.

“these smell so good!” you say to satan, who leans over to see for himself.

then erupts into violent sneezing. oops.

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[leviathans-watching]

hey :3 can you do a fic about mc who kept her feelings for solomon secretly for more than one year? and mc was fighting with a lower demon who was saying that she likes one of the brother and then she says that it was solomon not the brother/s but she didn't confess because she was afraid that solomon would reject her because he don't want to lose another lover and like those worries? muahh

solomon overhearing your confession

includes: solomon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: lmao he's so dumb i love him sm. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback so come say hi <33

warnings: (mildly humerous) depictions of (poorly executed) bullying

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“admit it,” a lower-level demon says, pressing her finger into your chest, “you like lucifer!”

“i do not,” you protest hotly.

“fine then,” another says, rolling his eyes, “mammon, then!”

“i don’t like any of the demon brothers,” you argue.

“that’s such a lie!” the leader dismisses. “anyone would like at least one!”

“i thought you didn’t want me to like them,” you say, confused. “otherwise, why would you be threatening me?”

“we obviously need you to admit which one you like so we can warn you off of him,” a third demon says.

“this is so dumb. i already told all of you, i don’t like any of them! there’s actually someone else i hold close.”

“now you’re just making excuses. if that’s really true, then who do you like?”

you hesitate. it’s not as if you’re lying–you really do like solomon–you’ve just never admitted it to anyone and can’t believe the first time you do will be under duress.

“see, you’re not saying anything,” the second one speaks up again, “that means you’ve got to be lying!”

“what is with you weirdos! i like solomon, okay!”

“solomon? you mean like that shady sorcerer?”

“figures,” the third demon says nastily, “two humans, meant for one another.”

“why do you like him?” the leader asks. “how can i believe you without evidence?”

you groan. this is so freaking cliche. “he might be shady, but he’s really smart, okay? and he’s got a good sense of humor and strong morals. they may not be good morals but he knows what he believes in and stands up for it. he also is like, super attractive.” you go on but for the sake of brevity, it will get left up to imagination.

“wow, you must really like him,” the leader demon finally says, face crinkled. “why haven’t you confessed?”

“well, he’s never given an indication that he likes me back,” you say, wondering how you’re life has gotten to this point, “and i don’t do well with rejection in general.”

“i believe in you,” the second crony says passionately. “i’m sure he likes you back! you just have to take the first step!”

“i thought you guys were threatening me,” you say, confused.

“well, we were,” the leader says like you’re stupid, stepping back. “but we don’t actually dislike you. just threats to our chances with the brothers.”

wisely, you hold back the fact that you don’t think they have very much of a chance at all. “so you’re encouraging me now?”

“obviously. it’s kind of pitiful how down bad you are, you know,” the third says. “you seriously need to just jump in with both feet and be brave.”

after a few more inspiring words, they leave you, even more confused and honestly just ready to go back to the house of lamentation. but before you can, a voice speaks up, and seriously, this is way too cliche.

“now, that was interesting,” solomon says, and you turn to him with a scowl.

“how long have you been standing there? and you didn’t help me?”

“well, i got there and was going to help, but then you started waxing poetic about my cheekbones and i figured you had it in control.”

“kill me now.”

“ah, ah, ah, none of that,” he says, clicking his tongue. “at least not before you tell me if you meant everything you said. because if you did,” he continues before you can protest, “that would very good news for me indeed.”

you don’t dare to believe what he’s implying. “maybe,” you say instead. “what would you do if i had?”

his face splits into a handsome smile. “well, take you out on a date, of course,” he says like it’s obvious. “one where you can tell me more about how you like my charming wit and dashing aura.”

“oh god,” you say with feeling. “what have i gotten myself into?”

“the start of something beautiful,” solomon replies grandiosely, taking your hand, and for once, you actually think he might be being serious.

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[leviathans-watching]

swirl with mammon

mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list

a/n: ahh i'm so rusty 🫣🫣 but cute boy at my school dance made me think of this (can you tell these are like my diary) (still on haitus)

sweat beads across your forehead, and you wipe at it, knowing that no matter how cute you looked earlier, you’re definitely a mess now. oh, well, you got all of the photos you needed earlier and now just want to focus on dancing.

dancing in the loosest of terms, of course. it seems that no matter which dance you’re at–homecoming, prom, swirl–dancing really just means jumping up and down in a crush of your classmates. but really, that’s way more fun than when the slow songs play and you have to grit your teeth and pretend not having a date doesn’t bother you.

the strobe lights flash as the song changes. everyone cheers. you don’t know it, but that’s alright. people push forward, and you’re jostled. you see a friend across from you, and grin. he grins back, dramatically using his tie like a microphone, then wiggles his eyebrows, looking to your right. you follow his gaze, and see mammon, one of the hottest guys in your class, right next to you, somehow jumping at least a foot over everyone else’s heads.

he’s lost his tie, shirt mostly undone and completely soaked with sweat, but the smile on his face is still cute, especially when he sees you looking and it widens. you’re not exactly friends, but close enough, and on the dancefloor, it all evens out anyway.

the guy next to him pushes to the side and mammon rams into you. you push back, laughter lost in the music.

“i keep stepping on you, don’t i?” he yells, close in your ear. you’d noticed it, but it hadn’t hurt, as you’d changed into your nikes after pictures.

“yeah, but it’s alright,” you yell back, pointing down. he’s also wearing air forces, and you privately appreciate how you match. “it doesn’t hurt.”

he grins again, pushing his hair back as the crowd stills, waiting for the awkward change into the next song. “this dj sucks,” mammon says, taking the thoughts right out of your head.

you’d respond, but one of your favorite party songs comes on instead. screaming, you lock eyes with one of your best friends, and you both push past people so you can scream in one another’s faces.

in doing so, you miss how mammon’s eyes follow you, how he starts to think about the person he’s never paid much attention to in math, how maybe he should start doing so now. of course, until asmo crashes into him, distracting him as he shrieks the lyrics with wild abandon.

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[leviathans-watching]

what assumptions make

day 1: fluff, misunderastandings

includes: lucifer & mammon

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: monday's post for @ombrotherlylove2023!!

Lucifer sighs in exhaustion, pulling his coat off. The meeting had gone way longer than he had expected, and after an already busy day, it had utterly wiped him out. At least now he’s home. And at least Diavolo recognized the toll he was placing upon him, giving him the next morning off, much to Lucifer’s relief. He really should still attend the meeting that’s scheduled, as it is his duty, but that’s something to think about tomorrow.

It’s quiet, which is unsurprising for the late hour. It’s late enough that his brothers are all probably settled into bed, and he wonders if they left him any leftovers. It was Mammon’s turn to cook so he at least knows the food will be edible, which, while good in terms of having to eat what was made, decreases the chances of there being any left for him to actually eat. He’ll look after he’s changed out of his day clothes, and maybe even showered. He should shower, but he’s just so tired. 

No, he needs to get the day’s grime off of him.

Moving quietly through the house and down the hall, Lucifer heads toward his room. Pausing outside the cracked door, Lucifer frowns. Hadn’t he left that closed? The sound of shuffling then grabs his attention and he strains his ears. Someone’s taken it upon themselves to invade his privacy and he has a good idea of the culprit. Normally, anger would swell up inside of him, but he’s just too tired…

Pushing open the door, Lucifer crosses his arms. It looks as if his suspicions are correct. “Mammon,” he says, and his brother jumps guiltily, pausing his apparent search of Lucifer’s dresser.

“Oh,” Mammon laughs nervously, “hey, Lucifer. How’s it goin’?” He’s in his pajamas, and Lucifer notes, almost absently, that the shirt he’s wearing is an old one of Beel’s. 

“Why are you in my room?” Lucifer asks, then holds up a hand. “Nevermind, I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just… put back whatever it is that you’ve taken and get out.” 

Mammon swallows. “I haven’t taken anything.” 

Yet, probably. It’s a good thing Lucifer got back when he did. 

“Right,” Lucifer snorts. Normally, he’d push harder than this, but he’s just too exhausted. He’ll do a thorough search of his belongings the next day. “But fine. Now, remove yourself from my space.” 

Mammon takes his cue and departs quickly, giving him one last look over his shoulder as he leaves. His eyes are filled with something unusual but Lucifer really can’t put in the effort to dissect it, instead readying himself for a shower. He’s got a building headache and hopes the warmth of the water will help keep it at bay. 

After mustering up the energy to wash himself after several minutes of just standing there, Lucifer turns the water off. He exits his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and flicks on the light in his room. His headache is worsening, and all he wants is to eat and then to fall into bed. But going to the kitchen sounds like a real pain, and he wishes he had something in his room. Maybe he should get a minifridge like some of his brothers had; that would certainly make things easier. 

But also give his brothers more chances to take things from him, unfortunately. 

Something on his dresser, where Mammon was, catches his attention. Lucifer moves closer. It seems to be a bottle of painkillers and a wrapped plate. Lucifer inspects it and finds three clumsily-shaped onigiris. If these were here and nothing obvious was missing…

Lucifer sighs as his chest fills with warmth. How wrongly he had pegged Mammon. 

In this one instance. 

Even though he was acting upon rightfully held suspicions, Lucifer feels bad. Mammon did this, acted with surprisingly good and kind intentions every once in a while, at the most unexpected of times. He had a way of knowing what Lucifer needed without him even having to say anything, something that served Lucifer well.

He’ll have to apologize properly in the morning. But for now, there’s no harm in indulging in Mammon’s care–taking the medication, eating the food, and then falling right into bed, falling asleep before his head even hits the pillow. 

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[leviathans-watching]

Hello! I hope you're having a great day/night! May I please request some angsty hcs? My idea is for Mc to make a joke about how Belphie killed them to Simeon, Solomon, and Luke. But they had no idea that happend so they're like WTF!?! (Character x reader, except for Luke) Thank you!!!

wait, mc died?!?!?

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

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: hello! i am, i hope you are too!! and this turned more into hurt/comfrot than angst but i hope you still enjoy lol. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come drop in!! <3

warnings: lesson 16 mentions/discussions/spoilers

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simeon stares at you. “what did you just say?”

you cock your head. “you know, when i died?”

“what are you talking about, mc?”

oh shit. you thought he knew everything that went down with you and belphie. before you can say anything, the door opens and in strolls solomon and luke, back from the store.

solomon glances between the two of you, obviously noticing the tense atmosphere. “what’s going on?”

“did you know that mc died?” simeon asks, voice hard, and solomon’s mouth falls open.

“when? you’re joking right now.”

“mc died?” luke echoes, and you sigh.

“yes, and i thought you all knew, something i was obviously wrong about. perhaps it would be best for you all to sit down.” you gesture to the couch, and obediently, luke and solomon sit. solomon merely shifts, already seated.

you briefly run through the events that had happened on that fateful night. it seems like so long ago to you now, but to them, it’s all fresh information. you can’t believe they hadn’t known. you’d thought diavolo or lucifer would have said something by now. was it purposeful?

“how could he!” luke exclaims, the first to speak after you’re finished. “and just when i was beginning to think demons weren’t that bad!”

simeon lays a pacifying hand on luke’s shoulder. “that’s quite a tale, mc. i’m sorry you had to go through that. i assume it wasn’t easy to recover from.”

you smile at them wanly. “it wasn’t, but,” you stress, “everything is fine now. belphie and i have talked about it and the situation’s been fully put to rest for a long time now. and again, i obviously would have said something had i known you guys weren’t aware of what happened.”

“yes, i would have thought we’d been informed,” solomon says, tapping his chin. after a moment, he shakes his head slightly, as if dismissing a thought or idea. “but i’m glad we know now. and,” he continues, eyes softening as he looks as you, “i’m really glad nothing permanent happened to you.”

“as am i,” simeon says, standing. he walks over to the arm chair you’re curled up in, and you stand as well, not wanting to crane your neck to look at him. he takes your hand, almost reverently. “you know i’d do anything for you. if something had happened, i’d never forgive myself. i’d never forgive the brothers, either.”

solomon nods, and you’re reminded that despite the easy-going and carefree nature he puts on, he really isn’t someone you want to make an enemy of. you’re suddenly hit with a wave of gratitude that nothing had happened to you, not for yourself, but for belphie and the others. they’d be screwed.

“i’m still going to be mad at belphegor,” luke says crossly, a scowl marring his face.

“and that’s okay,” simeon says gently. “heaven knows he deserves that and more.”

you stifle a smile, touched. it’s obvious just how much they all care about you. “do you want a hug, luke?” you ask carefully, knowing he’d never ask for one but is likely craving it. sometimes he tries to act older than he is, leading to him not wanting to appear childish. luke barely hesitates before his small arms are looping around you. you pat his head, sharing a smile with simeon, who’s let go of your hand.

“let me get in on that,” solomon says, pushing himself up off of the couch. he joins the hug, effectively making it a group hug, and simeon does the same a moment later. luke squirms, and you think he might be trying to escape until he fists a trembling hand in simeon’s shirt.

you stay like that, basking in their warmth for a long time. they’re obviously all shaken and needless to say, the memory isn’t your favorite one. you definitely don’t mind, though, and make a mental note to add more group hugs to your routine, because seriously, this is really nice.

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[leviathans-watching]

rivals au w/ solomon

includes: solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: glad i had this drafted so i could post it today lololol

warnings: mentions of violence, depictions of blood, cursing

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“this,” you say, when solomon opens the door to find you standing on the step of purgatory hall, only half-visible due to the crappy porch lighting. “does not mean i’ve given up. however, temporary truce?”

solomon smirks. “well, well, well, if it isn’t mc. here to give up and finally admit i’m the smarter and cooler sorcerer?”

“were you not listening?” you push past him, not waiting to be let in. “i literally said that’s not what i’m here to do. dumbass.”

you shed your soaked jacket and drop it on the floor, uncaring of the fact that solomon’s the one who has to pick it up, wringing as much water as you can out of your hair. it had been pouring all day, and it looks like you’d been caught in the storm.

“i tend to tune you out when you talk,” solomon replies helpfully, and you bare your teeth at him in a facsimile of a smile.

“funny. real funny, solomon.”

it’s only when he flicks on the overhead light that he sees your split lip and bruised cheek. idly, you scratch at your jaw and he sees your knuckles are raw and red, some still bleeding.

“what the hell happened to you?” solomon asks, something unfamiliar thrumming in his chest. who dared to put his hands on you? everyone knew you were off-limits.

so that he could fully beat you and put you in your place himself. only because of that. everyone knew how much the two of you hate one another- diavolo rules the devildom, the sun never rises in the east, and solomon and mc hate one another.

you roll your eyes. “don’t get your panties in a twist, but some witches tried to start shit. i, obviously, put an end to it. but i can’t go back to the house of lamentation, because, well, you know the boys and i just do not have the energy to deal with them right now.”

“so you came here?”

something in his tone must have clued you into his disbelief because you fix him with a stare. “not as my first choice. but the library is closed, i can’t go outside because of the rain, and the restaurant i was at kicked me out because i-” you form air quotes “-was scaring the other customers and making them loose business.”

“huh,” solomon says. “i didn’t know restaurants in the devildom would do that sort of thing?”

“i know right?” you agree, throwing your hands in the air. “they literally serve live sacrifices but this is too far?”

your sneer causes your lip to begin to bleed again, and you curse, staunching the flow on your sleeve.

“disgusting,” solomon mutters, fetching you a kleenex from the box literally right by your arm. “here, use this.”

you don’t bother to thank him, not that he expected anything different.

“you should probably disinfect all of that,” solomon eventually says, gesturing generally to your injuries. “there’s first aide in the bathroom under the sink.”

“what,” you say mockingly, “not going to offer to bandage me up yourself?”

he scowls. “not unless you want me to be generous with the peroxide.”

you chuckle then, and he smiles, before catching himself. what’s he doing, joking around with you? you two are rivals. rivals! not friends, or anything else like it.

you disappear into the bathroom, but leave the door open.

“wait,” solomon says, “how’d you know where the bathroom is?”

you fix him with a dry look. “i’ve been here before.”

“what? why?”

“to snoop through your room and steal all of your secrets, obviously. no, dipshit, simeon invited me over.”

“that bastard,” he hisses, and you smirk.

“what? mad that your friend likes me more than you?”

“in your dreams,” he scoffs back, and you stick out your tongue. the effect is somewhat ghoulish due to the bruises and blood and everything, but his gut still fills with something warm. almost endeared.

get a grip, he thinks furiously, looking away and hoping you don’t see his blush. his angry blush, because he hates you. really, really hates you.

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i have a solomon x reader request! you're supposed to meet up somewhere for a date with him but he ends up forgetting, focused on his experiments so you are sorta disappointed but he tries to make it up to u!

solomon forgetting your date

includes: solomon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

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sighing, you check your ddd for the nth time. your texts are still unread, calls not returned, and you know solomon’s officially stood you up

you’d been really looking forward to this date too. both of you had been so wrapped up in your own stuff that you’d been unable to see one another for any significant amount of time in the last few weeks. this dinner date was supposed to fix that, was supposed to give you that much-needed time together.

but solomon was a no-show.

you know it likely isn’t on purpose. for all of his faults, solomon’s never been cruel. it’s more likely he got sidetracked, or lost his phone, or something else came up. you were still hurt though.

flagging down the sympathetic waiter, you get the bill, paying for the two drinks you’ve had since you sat down and leaving a sizeable apology tip. you get some pitying looks as you walk out, but you keep your head up, heading back to the house of lamentation.

thankfully, no one is in the living room when you walk in, meaning you get to avoid being interrogated about your early return and muted demeanor. you’re not really up to dealing with the circus that is the brothers.

deciding to just go to bed, not even in the mood to eat dinner, you change out of your nice, carefully planned outfit then slip quietly into bed, still half-hoping for your ddd to light up. it doesn’t.

you’re on the very edge of sleep when you hear something at your window. despite you ignoring it, it persists, and you climb out of bed, going to see what’s causing the noise. on the other side, stands solomon, a remorseful expression on his face.

he motions for you to open up, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you do. he clambers into your room, dragging a paper bag and bouquet of flowers in behind him.

“i am so sorry,” he says hurriedly. “i know i’m awful and terrible and there’s no excuse. i was just so wrapped up in what i was doing and–” he takes a deep breath. “anyway, like i said, there are no excuses and i’d understand if you’re really pissed at me. but i brought flowers! and food, because i’m assuming you didn’t eat at the restaurant.”

he hands you the paper bag, and you see it’s takeout from the all-you-can-eat yakiniku restaurant, one of your favorites.

“i am kind of mad,” you say honestly, “but you didn't have to come all of the way here.”

“of course i did!” solomon says, affronted. “i fucked up, and i needed to fix it. mc, i am so, so sorry.” setting the flowers down on your bed, he pulls you into a hug, barely avoiding crushing the takeout. you feel yourself melt, even as you try to stay mad.

“fine,” you relent. “i’ll forgive you, but only this once. and only because you brought me food.”

he sighs in relief, and you realize he’d truly been upset, truly been sorry, and your heart warms. you turn your head up to him and he gets your memo, kissing you gently.

“i love you, mc,” he murmurs. “so much. i’m sorry.”

“i love you too,” you reply. “and it’s okay. well, not okay, but you’re here now and that’s what’s most important.”

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I would want a fluff with Lucifer, the MC got sad by something and she looked for comfort with (Sorry by the bad English, it is not my first language)

lucifer comforting a sad mc

includes: lucifer x/& gn!reader

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“you’ll get it next time,” lucifer says comfortingly, but for once, his words do nothing to mollify you.

“but i wanted to get it this time,” you say pathetically, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. you can’t help but feel like a child, upset over something so stupid.

as if reading your thoughts, lucifer draws closer, pulling you into a hug. one hand cradles the back of your head while the other rubs steady circles on your back, and you lean into the touch. “i know you did,” he says. “and you worked really hard for it, so it’s perfectly natural for you to be upset. however, i have no doubt that next time you apply you’ll receive entrance. you were only, what, a couple of points off?”

“i don’t need your logic right now,” you say, trying for a smile. “just let me wallow.”

“if that’s what you want, no, need,” lucifer corrects himself warmly, “then i will let you do that. would you like to watch tv in my room and eat your feelings out or whatever it is one does while wallowing?”

“i would absolutely love that,” you reply, and hey, maybe you’re still sad and frustrated, but you’re already feeling a little bit better.

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➳ includes: levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ wc: .3k | rated t | m.list

"you know," levi begins, putting his controller down. that's when you know it's really serious. "i've been on this earth for a long, long time. both as an angel and a devil. so long that the years lost meaning."

he lets out a rueful laugh. "maybe that's why i got so into media, you know? to escape the monotony of everyday life. but anyway, i've been around for so many years that i no longer cared for the passing of time. i disliked it, in fact. my birthday was nothing but a marker of another meaningless year, more time wasted. but that was before you."

"before me?" you echo, taking his hand gently in yours. though you've long known about the decades that stretched since the celestial war and now, or from their creation until the celestial war, sometimes you forget that all of the boys have years and years and years under their belt. mostly because they act so childish.

"yes," he insists. "before you. now, mc, my life is filled with meaning again. i no longer feel the crushing need to escape to a digital world, or like I'm sick and tired of it all. i actually cherish my days now, as each one is special and new, thanks to you. i'm not saying it's solely because of you, but you've helped me unlock relationships and meaning in ways i never thought possible and for that, i'm so grateful."

"i can't say i did any of it on purpose," you reply, "but I'm glad you no longer feel that way. and levi, i treasure all of my days with you as well. since meeting you all, my life has improved tenfold. happy birthday."

"i love you," he says, and you grin.

"i love you too. now let's finish this level and then go downstairs to see if we can convince lucifer to bring out the cake."

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