#luke fluff

You can’t help but mirror his smile while you lean further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his firm brace on your majestic horns.

“Yours are more fun, though,” you smirk, “so pretty n’ shiny.”

Your hands flatten against the demon’s broad chest, underlining your words with the touch, feeling his deep laugh vibrate through your palms.

“Thank you, mc, though I believe yours are just as great.”

Barbatos:

You didn’t mean to burden the butler with even more work, though he fully insisted on cleaning you up after noting the mess of your tail, caused by fleeing from angry club owners with Mammon earlier in the night.

“You got yourself quite dirty, didn’t you, mc?” he sighs while letting a wet wipe pick up the nasty pieces of mud hiding in the small ridges of your tail, where the cleaning brush couldn’t reach well.

You huff in response, too tired and embarrassed to respond properly.

Barbatos leaves a final wipe along the side of your tail before finding his work to be finished. His soft fingers still trail small lines over the shining skin.

“I would like to add some products to protect you further from these types of things. Is that okay, mc?”

You turn to him, suddenly noticing that he’s been cleaning your tail without wearing his signature white gloves, the sudden intimacy of his touch letting your face heat up.

“...Sure, Barbatos.”

The butler gently smiles at you before getting up to retrieve said essence.

Solomon:

“Okay, so what if I-”

“OW WHAT THE FUCK SOLOMON,” you jump up from the bed, the edge of your wing burning like hell after whatever the wizard just did to you.

You glare down at the man, his apologetic grin somehow making you even madder.

“I’ll never let you touch my wings again after this,” you growl before sitting back down, fully regretting the lost bet that allowed Solomon to touch you in your demon form.

He hums before thinking out loud if your tail is as sensitive as your wings. You let said tail immediately wrap around his wrist, warning him of hurting you again with a deep growl in your voice. Solomon chuckles, unfazed by your anger, his free hand carefully removing your limb from his wrist.

“Don’t worry, mc, I’ll be careful now,” he promises lightheartedly before his cold hands flatten over the backside of your wings, the frosty touch making you shiver slightly though it does feel nice against your usually untouched skin.

“So… are there any special massage techniques I could treat you with? I’ll make it up for hurting you.” Solomon slowly leans forward to kiss the place he previously injured, silently apologizing for the pain, while hoping to make you feel good so he could maybe touch your super cool-looking wings again.

Simeon:

“Sure I’ll help you, mc, what is it?”

Simeon’s gentle smile only widens as you ask him if he could help you cleanse your tail of dry skin, too tired to do it yourself this night. This feels like you’re putting a lot of trust in him! And Simeon is not the one to break such a bond, and you’re both aware of that as he nods happily, his dark hair bouncing cutely with the movement.

His fingers brush against yours as he takes your custom scrub from your hand, his knees bouncing in his cross-legged position in front of you. You let your tail find its place in Simeon’s lap, watching him run his hands over it curiously, admiring your second form, the way you would his.

“I’m glad you asked me for help,” he confides while starting to follow your previous instructions, hands showing no sign of inexperience as he lets the brush glide over you.

“I’m glad you accepted,” you grin, barely keeping your tail from twitching in happiness as Simeon begins humming contently.

Luke:

“I- I’m not touching a demon!!” Luke shrieks while waving his hands in front of his chest, eyes big in shock at your sudden request.

“You think I want some angel touching me??” you bite back, letting him know you’re not particularly fond of this either, “but my wing it’s- so itchy, it… ugh it hurts, Luke please just a little scratch and I promise I won’t tell anyone about it!”

Luke stares at you for another second before giving in with a quick eye-roll and moving behind you, shortly asking where it’s itching.

His hands hesitantly scratch over the place you instructed, almost flinching back as your wings flutter in relief, though even after several moments, his curious touch still hasn’t left you.

“I’m good now, angel, thanks,” you awkwardly note after a few more moments of him still touching your wing.

Luke quickly retracts his hand from you and moves back to face you.

“Y-your wings feel pretty cool actually…” he thinks out loud, blushing after noticing your amused smirk, “f-for a demon, I mean!! And you promise not to tell anyone about this!”

*Luke’s POV*

I’ve had the tattoo my whole life. Two letters, black ink, small and neat on the inside of my left wrist. 

Y/F/I. Y/L/I.

I told people it was a reminder. Sometimes I said it was nothing. The truth was worse. It was everything. Everyone got their soulmate’s initials somewhere on their body when they were born. Wrist, collarbone, ribs- no one chose the placement. It just… appeared. A permanent reminder that somewhere out there was a person whose name mattered more than anyone else’s ever would. Some people found theirs early on. Some in decades. Some never did. I tried not to think about mine. 

“Garcia,” Prentiss said, standing at the head of the table. “What do we have?” 

We were barely settled into our seats when the tension hit. The kind that crawled up your spine and stayed there. Garcia’s fingers flew over her keyboard. 

“Victim is Y/N Y/L/N, shes 32. Daughter of Richard Y/L/N, CEO of Y/L/NTech. Big money. Bigger target.” 

My jaw tightened. 

“Y/L/NTech’s been receiving threats for months.” Prentiss added. “Emails. Letters. Escalating language. Security brushed it off.” 

“And now?” Rossi asked. 

“Now she’s gone.” Garcia said quietly. 

Garcia pulled up photos- Y/N stepping out of a building, Y/H/C pulled back, expression focused. Another of her laughing with a friend. Another at some charity event, clearly uncomfortable in heels and designer clothes. She didn’t look like a headline. 

“She was taken this morning from a parking garage.” Prentiss said. “No witnesses. No body. But her Father received a video an hour later.” 

The screen changed. 

I didn’t realize I leaned forward until my elbows hit the table. Y/N sat in a chair, hands bound, face pale but defiant. A man stood behind her, face obscured. 

“If Y/L/NTech doesn’t comply.” The voice said, distorted. “She dies.” 

Silence filled the room. 

I swallowed. “She’s not panicking.” I said. “She’s scared, but she’s holding it together. Whoever took her wants leverage, no chaos.” 

The jet was quiet. Too quiet. I stared down at my wrist without meaning to. The letters stared back. 

Y/F/I. Y/L/I.

Coincidence meant nothing. Initials overlapped all the time. Garcia had once told us there were entire support groups for people convinced every victim with matching initials was their soulmate. Still… My chest felt tight. 

We landed. Split up. Dug in. Y/N Y/L/N was smart. Private school. Business degree. No criminal history. No sketchy exes. No obvious enemies. 

“She’s clean.” Tara said. 

“Too clean.” JJ said. 

Which meant the threat wasn’t personal. 

It was strategic. 

“They want her Father.” Prentiss said. “And they’ll use her until they get him.” 

I clenched my jaw. 

We found the location twelve hours later. An abandoned manufacturing plant on the edge of town. Power sporadic. Cameras installed recently. Professional setup. 

“This isn’t a lone wolf.” I muttered. 

“Agreed.” Prentiss said. “Alvez, you’re with me.” 

We moved in slowly. Quiet. I heard her before I saw her. A sharp inhale. Controlled breathing. Someone fighting not to cry. We breached. The unsub went down fast- Rossi and Reid covering angles, JJ and Tara securing the perimeter. I ran straight to her. She was tied to a chair, wrist bound with thick rope. There was a cut on her lip. Bruising on her arms. But she was alive. Thank God. I crouched in front of her, knife already in my hand. 

“It’s okay.” I said gently. “You’re safe.” 

Her eyes snapped to mine. 

They were Y/E/C. Steady. Searching. 

“Please…” She whispered. “Don’t let them-” 

“I won’t.” I promised, and I meant it with something deeper than duty. 

I started cutting the ropes. 

“My name is Like Alvez.” I said automatically. “With the FBI.” 

Her breath hitched. 

“What?” She whispered. 

I glanced up. 

Her eyes were locked on my wrist. 

On the tattoo. 

Her lips parted. Her gaze flicked down to her own wrist, where two letters sat in the same place. 

L. A. 

They weren’t glowing at first. Then, warmth. A faint shimmer. Like the ink was catching light that didn’t exist. Her breath left her in a shaky laugh. 

“Oh my God.” 

My heart slammed into my ribs. 

“No…” I whispered. “No way.” 

Her eyes met mine again, wide, stunned, and tear-bright. 

“You’re real…” She said. 

The glow faded slowly, leaving only ink behind. But it was done. We met. 

Later- after medics, statements, chaos- I found her sitting on the back of an ambulance, blanket around her shoulder. She looked smaller now. Exhausted. 

I approached slowly. “Hey.” 

She smiled softly. “Hi, Luke Alvez.” 

Hearing my name from her lips felt like a punch to the chest. 

“I guess,” She said, holding up her wrist. “this explains a lot.” 

I swallowed. “Yeah.” 

There was a pause. 

Then she huffed a laugh. “Of all the ways to meet my soulmate, I didn’t think it’s be tied to a chair.” 

I smiled despite myself. “I usually try to make a better first impression.” 

She studied me for a moment. “You did.” 

The weight of it settled in my chest- fear, awe, and something dangerously close to hope. 

“I’m not saying this means anything has to happen right away.” I said carefully. “We just met. That’s all the tattoo promises.” 

She nodded. “I know.” 

Then, softer. “But I’m really glad it was you.” 

Something in my cracked open. For the first time in my life, I didn’t look at my wrist with dread. I looked at it with purpose. Because Y/F/I. Y/L/I. wasn’t a mystery anymore. She was sitting right in front of me. Alive. 

However, the exertion of the day affects your body, your feet slowly starting to hurt from this long, fateful day and when you see Luke sitting at a table, with Han and Leia next to him, a break from all this celebrating suddenly sounds quite attractive and you stumble and stagger towards them.

"There he is! The man of the hour!", you chuckle happily as soon as you are near them, your arms spread wide as you head straight for Luke, who examines you with a small but shy smile. Before he can answer, however, you actually trip over your own feet and almost hit the ground if it wouldn't be for Luke's strong arms to prevent you from falling to the ground.

"Woah! Be careful!", Luke warns you, but what he does not expect is that you barely noticed your little misstep and just sit on his lap, giggling with joy. "I think someone had a drink or two too many."

"Are you talking about me? Don't you worry, Luke, I'm perfectly fine!", you cheekily smile at him, swaying a bit which is why he carefully puts one of his hands on your arm so you do not fall off your seat on top of him.

"Maybe you just didn’t have enough?", you tease him, showing him his glass, turning it upside down to emphasize that it is empty. Of course, this victory also comes with a lot of pain for Luke and Leia due to the loss of their father, but Luke has assured you several times that he is fine and that he still wants to celebrate this victory, in honor of his father.

That is also why you really wanted the two of you to have a good time together, but apparently you really had a few too many drinks.

"She definitely had too much", Han comments on your behaviour, sitting across from you with an arm around Leia, followed by a laugh. "I think I have rarely seen her like this and I have seen a lot."

"Han, you could use another drink, don't you think?", you answer him provocatively, but before you can elaborate, you feel the warmth of Luke's hand running up and down your arm. Heat rushes to your face, your cheeks turning red, but you just reach for his other hand and play with his fingers enthusiastically.

"I never thought I would see Ewoks in my life! I mean, did you look at them? They are so cute, I can't believe they stopped an army of stormtroopers by themselves!", you gush in awe upon watching these little creatures dance around their fire. "Don't worry, Luke. You are still cute as hell, too."

"Oh wow, it must sting to be compared to little furry bears", Han chuckles, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. Leia, also trying to hold back her laughter for her brother's sake, hits Han with her elbow.

"Stop it, Han. I am not even talking to you, just to Luke. Look at you! Such a beautiful face!", you grin, running your index finger along Luke's jawline. Your faces are so close now that they are almost touching and as soon as your eyes meet, the world around you becomes silent.

But just when Luke thinks you are about to close the gap between you, you throw your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I really love you, Luke", you whisper, or at least think you are whispering, because Han comments your words with inhaling in shock.

"No, that is news to me. I would never have expected that in my life, with the way you always look at each other-"

"Han!" Luke and Leia interrupt him at the same time and he immediately raises his hands in the air in defense, an expression of innocence on his face.

"It is not at all fun to say if you don't say it back, Luke", you sadly pout now, skillfully ignoring Han or not even noticing him due to your numbed senses. Because you are moving too much again, you almost slide off Luke's lap once more, but he holds you tight again in the last moment so that does not happen.

"Well, I think it is time for you to lie down now. It was a long evening and-"

"B-But we haven't even danced with each other yet!", you say indignantly as Luke stands up with you and immediately grab his hand, lifting it up to do several clumsy pirouettes underneath.

To prevent you from tripping over your own feet again, Luke casually lifts you into his arms, causing you to squeal as everything around you suddenly seems to spin even more. Not resisting or fighting back, enjoying the closeness you now have to him too much, you wave to Leia and Han over Luke's shoulder and let him carry you into one of the huts further up in the treetops.

Luke gently lays you down on the small mattress laid out in your hut and covers you with the blanket, sitting next to you. Your eyes are already half closed, but one of your hands is still clinging tightly to his.

"I love you too, you can't even imagine how much", Luke admits before giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving you to your dreams, which for the first time are only consisting of positive things.

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Scattered rays of light shine into your face, causing you to wake up far too early after the previous long night. Slowly, you open your eyes and listen to the soft rustling of the leaves outside. You stretch your arms above your head as you yawn and sit up, running your hands through your face as the first effects of last night make themselves noticeable.

You curse under your breath as you rise on shaky legs, having to hold onto the wall of the small hut to keep your balance. You already regret not drinking less yesterday, but it felt so good in the moment. Completely sleepy and not yet fully awake, you stumble out onto the wooden platform high up in the trees and stop in your tracks when you see Luke standing on the railing in front of you, looking out over the Ewok village.

The light wind blows through his hair and the sunlight causes his face to shine naturally. Barely able to take your eyes off him, memories of last night suddenly come to your mind and your heart beats faster. You can't remember everything, there are some missing parts in your memories, but what you can remember brings a blush to your cheeks in an instant.

Wanting nothing more than to immediately disappear back into your hut because you just do not want to be confronted with your actions of last night, you slowly turn around, retreating, but as soon as he says your name, you know he does not even need to see you to know you are there.

With a smile, Luke turns to you, leaning his back against the railing.

"Slept well?", he asks gently, but you think you can also hear a certain amount of concern in his voice.

With a nod, you slowly walk towards him, looking away because you just can't keep eye contact, too afraid of what you might see in his eyes.

"How are you?", you ask carefully as you lean over the railing next to him and he looks at you from the side, his focus solely on you which makes your cheek feel even warmer. Playing with a strand of rope that is holding the wood of the railing together, you wait for his answer, your heart beating loudly in your ears as your shoulders touch.

"I'm good. We won so..", Luke chuckles quietly, but immediately falls awkwardly silent again.

You stand next to each other in silence for several minutes, just listening to the wind and the peaceful sounds of the forest. But you both feel that there is something unspoken between you and neither of you knows how or whether to address it. Once Luke finally clears his throat, you brace yourself for the worst.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about what happened last night if that is why you are not speaking to me like you usually do", Luke addresses the rancor in the room and you want to run away and lock yourself up somewhere and just never come out again.

"Luke, I'm incredibly sorry. I-I had too much to drink and my behavior was completely inappropriate", you apologize to him, head down because you just can't manage to look at him without immediately turning bright red. Why are you suddenly so completely out of control of your emotions?

"Oh... I see. Uhm, you don't have to apologize. I mean, if it was just the effects of having too much to drink, then it was probably just a mistake.."

"W-What do you mean?", you ask in surprise, not knowing what he is trying to imply. Or maybe you do know and just do not want to admit it.

"Well, I mean- So I- Would it be wrong of me if, deep down, I hoped that it was more than that? That it was, maybe, real?"

"Luke, what are you talking about...?"

"Would it be so bad if it was real? Do you really feel about me that way?", he asks you and now you finally look into each other's eyes and you hold your breath, searching his eyes for any signs that will tell you what is going on, if he actually means his words.

"Because if that were the case, then all I can say is that I feel the same way about you. Maybe even more", he continues, not letting you speak as he takes your hands in his. "I really really love you too. I told you yesterday, but I don't think-"

"I know. I think I heard it", is the only thing you can say in response to his confession, your thoughts swirling around in your head. You never would have thought that he would feel the same way about you and for some reason your heart now beats a little more painfully than before because you just feel so much love for this man in front of you.

"As I told you yesterday, Luke: I really love you too", you admit openly and before you know it, he wraps you in his arms and hugs you as tightly as if you wouldn't experience the next day.

He often comes to you for advice if he doesn't want to go to anyone else

Bakes you little pastries if he notices you’re feeling down

LOVES to listen to your stories from the human realm

Wants to go on a trip there with you one day

A cute little outing together for him to hold dear :)

When you defended him and Beel from Lucifer he could see that you were shaking

You were terrified but you put your life on the line for them

New level of respected unlocked

Made you stay over at purgatory hall for a few days after

✰Lucifer

Oh.

That’s unfortunate.

He can feel Diavolo’s eyes on him but shakes it off

Cause yeah

You both had a rocky start

Part of it was because of uneasy tension between you two for some reason

The main part was the the fact you called him grandpa

He is not that old!

Sure he was present during the celestial war but come on!

If he makes you mad mid-lecture you’ll call him a name

The first time it happened Mammon grabbed your arm ready to run at any moment

Lucifer stared at you for a second contemplating his life

You got grounded by a centuries year old demon

Congrats!

There was a time he was doing his nightly patrol and he saw you weren't in your room

To say he was annoyed was an understatement

Making his way toward the staircase to the attic he noticed the planetarium door was open

Peeping in he saw you asleep on one of the many couches curled into yourself

He felt himself soften a little much to his dismay (or was it?)

Walking over he scooped you up to bring you back to your room

He’ll take that to his grave though

(You know it was him who brought you back but decided to spare his pride)

Won't say it but you’re his son now

Brings you cut up fruit and tea when you’re studying

Looks out for you in his own little way

Eventually you trust him enough to talk about things that are bothering you with him

He offers his own input but mostly lets you talk

You’re the only one allowed in his room while he’s working or if he’s away

✰Solomon

HA-

The other human was a teenager?

Wants to be concerned for your safety but is mostly amused

As long as Diavolo says it fine then oh well

You kind of drifted towards him due to him being a human as well

Took it upon himself to help him out

…on the condition you became his apprentice

Gotta kill two birds with one stone

Partners in crime now!

(much to everyone's dismay)

He attempted to cook for you once

You took one glance at it and told him it was shit

>:0

Who knew his ego could be hurt by a mere mortal teenage boy

Somehow you ended up eating it (maybe he snuck it in or something)

Your stomach was in KNOTS😭😭

It got so bad you ended up passing out

Once you regained consciousness you gave him the silent treatment for WEEKS

Asked Luke to make you some treats cause he lowkey missed having you around

Another one you call grandpa

Instead of getting annoyed (like one demon we shall not name) he embraces it

Convinced you to change his contact name in your phone to that

You two stress everyone out

Well it’s mostly them worrying about you spending time with Solomon alone

But it’s quite nice when it’s just the two of you alone in his room

He teaches you all the basic little spells and tricks

Has a picture of the first time you did a configuration spell

You had the proudest smile on and he’s glad he got to witness it

He also taught you how to cast fire

Gotta add a little chaos into the mix

His favourite card of yours has a pastel, tea party aesthetic. Pastries laid on a table, large plushies and side characters accompanying you, wearing light coloured formal gear. You’re inviting the camera to take a seat beside you and he really wants to join!

Luke also loves scrolling through fan art with a similar aesthetic. He just loves seeing you smiling, laughing and having a great time with other characters, away from the actual darkness of the main plot

Has cooked your favourite food and baked various cookies with themes to you. As much as he loves sharing his cooking at times he can get a little possessive with the foods he’s made for you, wanting to keep it all to himself

Luke is a responsible spender and he has Simeon supervising him, so anything he buys related to you is few and far between but very meaningful to him. He likes the pastel themed merchandise of you, including a set of baking utensils in your favourite colour

“I’m so sorry to hear you had a bad day, Luke,” Simeon offered a sympathetic smile as he kept the front door open for Luke to stomp in petulantly. “I can organise Solomon to come over and we can spend the night watching movies to take your mind off of things. How’s that?”

Luke took a moment to think before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I want some time alone in my room. And don’t come in!”

Simeon blinked in surprise as Luke hurried off to his room. Simeon was always one to respect the wishes of his loved ones, but Luke’s outburst piqued his interest. Just because he couldn’t come in doesn’t mean he could try and hear what’s happening from the outside…

After packing items away and suitably Solomon-proofing the kitchen for his arrival later today, Simeon tiptoed his way to Luke’s room to try and overhear what was happening. Through the door, the muffled tune of Obey Me’s home screen was playing.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you’re back. Did you have a good day?”

“I didn’t (Y/N), it was such a bad day! The first bad thing was with Mammon calling me a chihuahua. First of all, I’m not a chihuahua-”

Simeon stifled a giggle as the boy ranted on about his day, his screen supposedly listening in. He knew Luke had grown attached to the pixels on the screen that made up the character (Y/N) but he didn’t realise just how much solace Luke found in them.

Eventually there were a few sound effects from tapping on the screen.

“You know, sometimes I don’t understand my friends.”

“Me too! I mean, wait- I don’t think they’re my friends, they’re just my classmates. But they’re kind of cool… in their own way. I want to be like them. And I want them to stop calling me a chihuahua.”

A few more taps yet again.

“Don’t worry, if anything’s troubling you, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, always.”

“You’re the best, (Y/N)! Thanks for listening to my rant… Solomon’s going to be coming over today. I wish you could join us too…”

Before Luke could get more moody, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The boy audibly yelped before hurriedly turning off his phone as Simeon opened the door.

“Did you have a nice conversation with your friend?” Simeon asked teasingly.

“H-huh?! How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much. Only all of it.”

“Simeon!” Luke whined as he grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and stuffing his face into the fabric to hide his growing blush.

Simeon

Downloaded the game when Lucifer was complaining about his brothers’ growing addiction to it. What better way than to understand how they feel than by downloading the game himself? Is what he tells himself but he can’t help but be a little cheeky to Lucifer

Even if you weren’t a character in the game, Simeon likely would keep playing because it was just such an interesting premise. He’s initially oblivious about how he appreciates you more than just an integral character to the plot, but once it hits it hits hard

Once he realises just how much he loves you, any line you say that offers even the slightest flirty tone has Simeon turning the phone screen away from him as he tries to hide his flustered face

Thought you were a real person at first due to the text feature, or there was at least someone real portraying you. Of course him only having set responses was weird but he didn’t know any better. When he realised you were just lines of code, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined

He fails your surprise guest event, repeatedly. No matter how many times you pay him a visit he still fails the event more than he succeeds and it breaks his heart. Solomon took pity and bought a whole bunch of your favourite items on Simeon’s account (even then Simeon’s success rate is depressingly low)

Simeon is enthralled with all your cards that portray you as suspicious and morally grey. With bright lighting in some areas casting dark, contrasting shadows over your face, wearing a knowing smirk as you look to the camera, finger pressed to your lips to make Simeon swear his silence

Likely has discussions with Satan, theory crafting and dissecting your character further. The two together are an unstoppable force when it comes to understanding you and Simeon will gladly contact the developers to help aid the plot under his pen name

Regardless, Simeon contributes to the fandom with fanfiction. He’s made a few AUs and just loves writing intense pieces of fiction about you and tensions with other characters. Still, he can’t help but be a little self-indulgent and write some self inserts and xReader fics

Simeon isn’t really one for official merchandise, but he has bought some fan creations that feel more personalised. In particular a fountain pen designed to your theme, that’s only kept on display remains unused

“Oh, good day Solomon,” Simeon chirped, wearing his gentle smile. “I was wondering if you were going to drop by, Luke’s been missing you.”

“Sorry, I’ve been caught up in learning a new spell,” Solomon responded in kind with a smile of his own. In the living room, he took a seat by a coffee table, opposite Simeon. The two were engulfed in silence for a few moments as Simeon waited for his guest to start a conversation, but Solomon couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were caught up in something else. The uncanny feeling of being watched that sent electricity down his spine. Simeon may be in front of him, but there was another presence here… he turned his head to survey the area.

Solomon stared in disbelief as his eyes settled on the hunched over figure in the corner of the room.

“Don’t mind him,” Simeon waved his hand dismissively, smile widening as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “He’s been like that for an hour now. I think he’s trying to get the confidence to walk closer but when I approach him he scuttles away.”

“First… you tell me you’re Christopher Peugot… the author behind The Seven Lords,” Leviathan started, voice distant as he rambled. In fetal position in the dark corner of the living room, he rocked back and forth with his head in his hands. “And now you’re telling me you’re Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser on Devilblr?! Creator of all the best angst fanfics with the cast and the fluffiest one shots with (Y/N) and who wrote the legendary slow burn series in a royalty AU where the reader is in an arranged marriage with emperor (Y/N)?!”

“I must admit, that second pen name sounds far less admirable but it gets the job done,” Simeon chuckled awkwardly, only making Levi scream into his hands. Solomon watched in amusement as Levi started to rush forward.

“Your autograph! NOW!!”

Levi almost tackled Simeon save for him narrowly dodging with a laugh.

“Of course, let me get some paper-”

“No wait, I’ve got a (Y/N) poster, let me get it from the home!”

Levi dashed out of the room and Solomon turned to Simeon with raised eyebrows.

“Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser?” Solomon mused, smirk widening as Simeon rubbed the back of his head, looking away as heat climbed to his face. “My, you live many double lives, don’t you Simeon?”

“Don’t mention it, I forgot to turn my device off when Leviathan came here and he saw one of my drafts,” Simeon sighed. “I hope he keeps it a secret.”

“He’ll try, that’s the most I can guarantee.”

Solomon started to laugh but stopped when the door creaked open again. The motion was slow and hesitant as a blue tuft of hair timidly peeked through the crack.

“Uh… I haven’t gotten the poster yet… but Simeon… are you down for commissions? I have some (Y/N) fic ideas…”

“For you, my friend? You don’t have to pay me.”

Levi burst into tears of joy.

Solomon

Solomon is a busy man but he likely stumbled across the game on his own due to his natural curiosity and loneliness unless he overheard Asmo going on and on about how fun and pretty the game was and how he simply must download it

His emotions with you felt like a true slow burn. Of course his eyes couldn’t help gravitating towards you when you appeared on screen but it took a good chunk of the main plot until he realised he was genuinely down bad for you. Now no matter how much you’re in the game he’s starving for (Y/N) content

It’s his favourite pastime when he wants to do something mindless instead of studying and if everyone else is busy with their own things. Much like when he’s chasing his other passions, he can completely lose track of time and spend hours progressing through the story and grinding until someone knocks on his door

Your biggest fan, he’s always rooting for you. He loves how you navigate each complication and how you interact with other characters. He’d love to be able to join in with some of the antics

He likes to cook your favourite dish on the regular when he has the time. He tries to encourage others to try it so he can spread appreciation for your character but no one accepts… oh well, that simply means more for him!

His favourite card of you is one where you’re portrayed as a magician of your own. Adorned in a typical sorcerer’s garb, you stand in a darkened room lit up by your various spells as you smile in wonder and awe. Oh, how he’d love to join you and waste the night away lighting up the sky with magic

He tends to keep to himself but he’s a little more open on social media. Under a pseudonym he will go off about how you’re an amazing character and his brainrot. On days where he’s bored and feeling mischievous he may go around and spam content of you throughout the fandom

Might have bought a figure or two of you but overall isn’t big on the whole merch concept. He prefers to make his own little trinkets in dedication to you but if his friends ever gift him anything he’s not complaining

Similarly he doesn’t spend too much money on the game. He feels there are other ways he can appreciate you and get his daily (Y/N) fix. That being said, he’s got some spare change that he’ll glady throw at the game to get his favourite cards or exclusive outfits for you

Solomon is oddly soothed by the "permanence" of your character. Even if something bad happens to you in the main plot, or even in the worst case scenario if you die to further the story, you'll still be there to always greet him on the home screen

Notebooks were strewn across the desk. Messy scrawls barely visible over the dim candlelight. In the centre of it all sat Solomon, eyes flickering between each book as he contemplated in silence. He was so close but so far. It was passable but that wasn’t enough for him. Somewhere in his hastily written notes should be the answer, just a little tweak to make it perfect.

He jolted at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Dinner’s ready, you should really get something to eat,” Simeon called from the other side. “May I enter?”

“Of course.”

Hearing the door creak open, Solomon returned to his musings, finger to chin as he tapped absentmindedly.

“My, a new spell? You’ve been at it for hours,” Simeon stated as he tiptoed towards the sorcerer, trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical ramblings on the paper.

“Days, actually,” Solomon muttered.

“Care to tell me what it’s meant to do? Perhaps another perspective could help-”

Solomon clicked his fingers, a simple ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he scrambled to one of his notebooks. Pen manifested in hand, he crossed out a small part of the script, hurriedly correcting himself as he rewrote the passage. Simeon watched with bated breath as Solomon leaned back, double, triple checking the writing before he turned to Simeon with a cheeky smile.

“Would you like to see the magic in action?”

Simeon swept his arms wide, inviting Solomon to take the stage. The sorcerer straightened his posture, gaze on the book as he started to chant a passage never heard before. This spell was an original, created only by Solomon for his own enjoyment.

As the incantation continued, a low light started to emanate from his hands. The light started to spread, growing at an exponential speed and brightness until it became a blinding white. Simeon stifled a grunt as he screwed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind an arm as the light became too overwhelming. This magic, it was sophisticated, it was strong. He shouldn’t have expected any less from the strongest sorcerer of all time.

He could sense the light dying down. Eventually, Simeon pulled his arm away but his eyes remained closed.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Simeon needed to take a moment. Just what could be the result of such powerful magic? Even opening his eyes seemed to take too long, the anticipation was killing him. He furiously willed his eyes to adjust to the darkness quicker.

In Solomon’s hands…

… was a (Y/N) figurine.

Simeon smiled politely, but his chuckle was confused. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“This is a perfect replication of the exclusive (Y/N) figurine that was on sale last week but already sold out. In all honesty it was far too expensive for me to buy, so I figured it would be a lot cheaper if I just created a spell for me to get my hands on it. In fact, I might try to do this with future forms of merchandise. It’s good practice for spells and- Simeon, what’s with that look of disappointment?”

Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor) (Barbatos, Diavolo)

You stare, absolutely shocked at the man standing in front of you. 

You got up once you heard the door open, knowing Luke was on his way home from the studio. You didn’t think you’d find this. 

Your mouth hangs open in awe, and you start laughing not knowing any other way to convey how in shock you are. 

Luke stands in the doorway to the living room, an innocent smile cheekily playing at the corners of his soft pink mouth. His blue eyes alight with mischief. 

“Baby,” You chuckle, trying to stop but you just stare, your hands waving in front of you trying to make up for the words you can’t find. “W-what?” You ask, blinking up at him. 

“I wasn’t sure which flavor you would want,” Luke says, a huge smile on his face. “So..” He shrugs. “I got all of them,” He beams, nodding down at his arms full of small smoothie cups. 

“Luke, you could’ve just texted me.” You laugh, shaking your head at the man. 

He just shrugs off your comment, lifting his arms and taking a sip of one of the smoothies. “Where’s the fun in that?” He jokes. 

You smile up at him lovingly, making your way to stand in front of him, “what in the world did I do to deserve you?” You ask him in a whisper, standing on your tiptoes and softly kissing his lips. 

He pecks your lips once more before pulling back and smiling down at you, “I could say the same thing, baby. I love you," he whispers. 

“I love you, more.” You tell him, falling back down on the heels of your feet. You look down at his full arms, shaking your head once again, before plucking a few of the cups away, turning around and setting them on the coffee table. “Where should we start?” You ask, looking up at him.

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