#the advantages would be that simeon can finally have some peace and quiet

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Hey friend, can I request Simeon and MC's first kiss? They've been close for a long time, and suddenly one of the just feels the burning passion to cup the other's face in their hands for an earth shattering kiss?

I don’t know how I managed to slip some world-building into this, but here we are!

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“Can you see the stars in the Celestial Realm?”

It was late, far later than they had intended to be out. Their plan had been to take advantage of the angels and Solomon’s hospitality so they could get their homework done without someone kicking their door in. But, somewhere between Solomon showing them new memes from the Human Realm and Luke pulling out the puppy-dog eyes to convince them to try his latest batch of sweets, it ended up being midnight. Lucifer would end up having another rage baby if he found out they had walked home in the middle of the night alone, so Simeon offered to escort them back to the House of Lamentation.

It was one of those rare Devildom nights where the clouds had cleared enough to see the stars shimmering overhead. During one of their late nights in the planetarium, Belphegor had explained that what phase the moons were in, the stars appeared to be different colors. This moon had tinted them a hazy red. Their first thought was that they looked like drops of blood. Their second thought was that maybe they were getting a bit too comfortable in the Devildom.

“Is that a genuine question or a philosophical one?” Simeon teased, laughter dripping from his voice.

“Yes.”

They kept their head tilted upwards, gazing at the stars above them with wide, curious eyes. For a brief moment, Simeon wondered if their eyes were reflection the stars or if it was the other way around.

“Yes, we can see the stars in the Celestial Realm.” he finally answered. “But they’re below us.”

They lowered their head to regard him skeptically. “No way.”

“Yes way.” he laughed. “Is that so surprising? The constellations here are upside down.”

“That’s…” they paused, pouting. “A good point, actually.”

Simeon bumped them gently with his shoulder, laughing. “Can you say that again? I want to record it so Lucifer will believe me when I tell him you admitted you were wrong about something.”

“Not even under threat of dismemberment.” they bumped him back. Well, attempted to. Since he was a lot taller than them, it was really more of them falling against his side. Aggressively.

“I remember once, when Mammon was still a fledgling, he tried to grab the stars.” Simeon tipped his head back, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze sweeping his hair away from his face and neck. “He wanted to make bracelets out of them. He tipped right over the edge, and he hadn’t quite mastered his wings yet. I didn’t even see Lucifer move, he was so quick. He scooped Mammon right out of the air before anyone else even realized he had fallen.”

“So Mammon was always a troublemaker?”

“Absolutely.”

Without realizing it, the two of them had stopped. They were still leaning against Simeon, the both of them staring up at the sky. It was strangely peaceful. They were out of the Devildom’s cultural district, and it was quiet enough to hear the buzzing of cicadas - or whatever the Devildom equivalent was - and the rushing of a nearby river.

You could give him another millennium and Simeon still wouldn’t be able to tell you what came over him. The calm stillness, the late hour, the way their face looked bathed in starlight, it all culminated in an overwhelming urge to lean in and…

The skin along their jaw was soft as he cupped it in his hand. Suddenly, those awe-filled eyes were cast on him.

In the back of his mind, he knew he was probably breaking some sort of code. But, as they leaned into his touch and those shining eyes began to slip closed, Simeon couldn’t bring himself to care.

Their lips tasted like the coffee they had been drinking to stay awake during their studying. Their hair felt like silk as he brushed it away from their face. They overwhelmed his senses, and, as they kissed him back, he realized that this desire had been building up for quite some time.

He felt their hands curl against his chest. It was such a small thing, but the intimacy of it made Simeon’s heart clench. If his wings had been out, he knew they would have been flapping in sheer joy.

It could have been two seconds or two thousand years before they broke the kiss. He watched their eyes flutter open like they were waking from a dream, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Was that alright?”

“I don’t know, do it again.”

[simeonaut]

The Dusk Colored Cat

note: new account, so no one will probably see this till after. Oh well. I tried.

On a sunny afternoon in the village of Lot, a boy of twelve decided to go into the nearby forest to read. After letting his father know where he will be for the rest of the day, he grabbed his bag and left.

On his way there, he encountered some of his friends playing on the streets.

One of them called out to him. "Simeon! Come join us!"

"I can't, Roger. I want to go to the forest."

Roger's eyes widened at that. "You shouldn't go, there's a werewolf there!"

"Who told you that?"

"My mother. I told her we wanted to play there and she said we can't because the werewolves will eat us.”

Simeon barely managed to hold back his laughter. "I'll be fine, Roger. I'll be careful."

Wishing them well, he left. He made his way through the streets and past the cheerful looking houses, heading to the forest beyond.

Lot forest. Most of the town's elders insist that it was enchanted. They claim to have witnessed strange lights there from time to time, and that it was an unnatural place. Simeon's father, however, believes that ghosts and fairy tales are not real and encouraged his forays into the forest. Simeon believed some of the elder's stories, but he wasn't about to tell him that.

Just outside the forest lay the witch's hut. It was tall and round, with the roof reminding one of the tip of a sharpened pencil. Somewhere along that roof was a hole where white smoke billowed out.

Simeon met the witch when he first ventured into the forest. She was kind and would sometimes offer to give him vegetables and plants from the garden beside her hut, which he always politely declined.

Today, the witch was tending her garden. "Good afternoon," Simeon said.

"Good afternoon, young man." she answered back, standing straight and giving him her full attention.

"Is it true that there is a werewolf here in the forest?" He asked, figuring she would know.

"Yes," she answered. "But you don't have to worry. That cat of yours will protect you."

"How could my cat protect me?"

"He's special." The witch said.

"What do you mean? Is he really magic?"

"Certainly, knowing where he's from. Now you'd best be on your way, young man. I still have some gardening to do."

The cat she was referring to was Nox, Simeon's cat. His fur was as dark as the starless night and his eyes shone like emeralds. Simeon would have happily taken the cat home with him, but the cat refused to leave the forest.

The witch also insisted that the cat told her his name was Fluffy. This was the one time Simeon chose not to listen to her.

Reassured that he would be safe for the time being, Simeon went into the forest and started walking down the path that would take him to the clearing.

The clearing was Simeon's safe place. Birds chirped and the wind rustled the leaves, providing a comfortable kind of quiet and peace that could not be found anywhere in the village. The trees were high enough to provide shade in the afternoon, and the surrounding area was covered in grass. A small pond is in the middle, with numerous flat stones surrounding it.

It was a neat little paradise.

Arriving into the clearing, he saw the cat which has been his friend for several months now.

The cat was lying down on one of the stones surrounding the pond. It faced the pond and looked there expectantly, as if waiting for something to surface.

This behavior was normal for Nox. Simeon sat on the grass nearby, then pulled out his book and started reading.

***

A few hours later, someone walked into the clearing. A tall lady with tawny skin and dark brown hair. She looked worried as she approached the boy. That changed, however, when she saw the cat. With a smile that could melt butter, she knelt next to Nox and started petting his fur.

The cat looked at her and for a moment it seemed as if the cat was assessing her. Finding nothing wrong, he went back to staring at the pond.

"Is he your cat?" asked the tall lady.

"Yes, but he lives here." Simeon said.

"What's his name?" the tall lady asks, standing up.

"Nox. It means night" he replied.

She nodded. "He has such beautiful eyes."

You do too, he thought. Warm brown eyes.

She took a seat on the grass next to him. "My name is Nat. What's yours?" she asked.

"Simeon," I said.

"I hate to worry you Simeon, but have you seen any strange people around this forest lately?" she asked, making herself comfortable.

"No, not really. Why? Is anyone in trouble?" He asked.

As if sensing Simeon's discomfort, the cat went over to him and jumped on his lap.

"I'm looking for a werewolf," Nat said. "They say there's one around this forest somewhere."

"I haven't actually seen one, but the witch told me there was." He replied.

"The witch?" she asks.

"Yes. She lives nearby," he placed his book back in his bag. "Why are you looking for the werewolf? Isn't it dangerous?"

"They might need help," she said. "Tell me more about this witch."

"She seems to be very old and she knows a lot about this forest. Would you like to meet her? She might be able to help you."

"That might be a good idea," she said with her warm smile. "Would you take me to her?"

He agreed. However, before they managed to leave the clearing, something blocked their way.

***

They were quite short, no taller than Simeon. Strangely, they looked more like walking plants than people. Their bodies seem to be made out of twigs and leaves. When they saw Simeon, they loped toward him like branches swaying back and forth with the breeze.

"Get behind me," Nat said.

There were seven of them. "What are they?" He asked Nat.

"Forest imps, I think. I've never actually seen their kind before."

Simeon wondered briefly on what kinds she had seen before.

"We're here for the werewolf." one of the imps said.

Another was holding something that looked like a blue wooden stick. This he pointed at Simeon carefully, and as they watched, it glowed bright. "It's him!"

"You're the werewolf?" Nat asked him, surprised. Before he can answer, she faced the imps and said "Never mind. The boy is under my protection."

"Step aside vampire. He's ours."

Suddenly, the strangest thing happened. The cat leaped off Simeon's arms and walked straight toward the imps. Surprised, they shuffled back.

The cat suddenly grew in size. He got furrier and his head changed shape. He growled.

The cat was no longer a cat. It was a wolf.

Before they could react properly to this turn of events, the wolf that was a cat lunged forward and attacked. Biting and clawing, he quickly injured two of the imps and was about to attack a third.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Nat moved to attack. Faster than anyone can see, she rushed forward to the other imps and took them down.

A moment later, they started fleeing.

The wolf, sensing that the danger has passed, shrunk down in size and morphed back into a cat. He then walked to Simeon's side.

Nat gave Simeon a look that managed to be equally stern and concerned. It was impressive. "Did you know your cat was a werewolf?" She asked, placing her hands deep in her pockets.

He shook his head. He was just as surprised as she was. "I knew he's not from this world, but that's all."

"What do you mean? How did you know that?"

He shook his head once more, refusing to answer her question.

She muttered something that sounded like "Darn, an Echolian cat," and closed her eyes. She started pacing.

She reminded him of how he sometimes felt when presented with a tough choice. It made him worried.

Finally, she stopped pacing and said "I'm sorry, Simeon. I have to take the cat. He needs to be protected."

"He can take care of himself," he said, placing himself between her and Nox. "He belongs here."

If you have asked him why, he could not have told you. He only knows that Nox belongs in the forest like how the moon belongs to the night sky.

The cat was a gift from his friend from another world. The witch was right. It was special, to him and to the forest.

"Please, Simeon. We can take good care of him. He'll be fine. I promise." Nat said, approaching slowly.

"You're a vampire," Simeon said, remembering the imp's words earlier. "I can't trust you."

She winced at that. "It's my job to protect supernaturals."

Realizing that he won't be able to convince her to leave the cat alone, he drew a wand out of his bag. Another gift from his friend, one that he knew was magical.

"That's a fae wand." Nat said, surprised. She took a step back.

He waved the wand high above his head and flicked it downwards.

The birds stopped chirping.

The leaves stopped rustling.

His ears were suddenly drowned in silence. The general peaceful noise of the forest gave way to an unbearable quiet as everything nearby stilled.

Nat stood motionless, surprise on her face.

"Thanks, Taida," he said quietly as he held his cat and ran.

***

A few minutes later, he was outside the forest. The witch was standing at the path. It looked like she has been waiting there for years, and could wait for a few years more.

"Someone is after you," she said.

"A vampire. She wants my cat. My cat is a werewolf."

"Yes," she said.

"She says she'll protect my cat. She wants to take him away. I didn't let her."

"No, you didn't." She agreed. "He belongs here."

"Will you take care of him? I can't take him home."

The witch seemed to consider this request for a moment. Then she said "Yes, of course. Come inside, Fluffy."

The cat jumped down from his arms and after giving him a look of farewell, went into the witch's hut.

Simeon took out his wand and handed it to the witch. "I can't keep this," he said.

"But it helped you," she said.

"Yes, but I don't like it. It doesn't feel right."

She nodded, taking the wand. "You better head home, young man. I'll talk to the vampire." She walked back into her hut.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he went home.

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The first thing the witch did was snap the wand in two and toss it into the fire. Then she sat on a chair by the fire and waited.

The cat stared at the burning pieces of the wand with the same intensity as when he was staring at the pond, as if he was expecting something to happen. This time however, something did. The fire roared higher and glowed green and purple and dark red.

"Dangerous magic," The witch said to the cat. "I don't know why you let him keep it, Fluffy. Not a good idea for a boy to have a supernatural weapon."

The cat made a sound, as if telling the witch it wasn't his idea.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," the witch said.

The door opened slowly and a tall lady walked in. Seeing the witch, she immediately asks, "Do you know Simeon? The boy? He has a fae wand. It could be dangerous."

"Yes," the witch gestured towards the fire where bits of the wand were still aflame. The magic of the wand was still giving the fire strange colors. "He was wise to finally give it to me."

The lady breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

"Do take a seat," the witch said, standing up and walking to something that resembled a kitchen. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes please," the lady said, sitting on another chair. That was when she noticed the cat, staring at her.

The witch hands her her tea and goes back to her seat. "The cat does not need protection. He's very capable of protecting himself and those he cares about, don't you think?"

"Yes, but he could be a danger to others."

"The cat has never left the forest ever since he came to this world."

"So you know of him being from another world?"

"Yes. Simeon accidentally stumbled into another world a few months ago. He managed to come back and brought the cat back with him."

The lady seemed impressed. "How did it happen?"

The witch smiled. "Let me tell you a story."

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