#simeon fluff

Anddd.... that's your cue to snatch the paper back. Before you get to cast a spell, the guy in front of you dashes off. Wh-? Fingers frozen and lips sealed so suddenly, your feet stuck in place by a force— a familiar one, yes —as he increases the distance between you with a boisterous cackle. Curse that prick, you forget he's your teacher sometimes.

This far, you could not make out his expressions as he stops himself and finally unfolds the half-assed letter. His voice audibly quiets down in one moment difference, then a weight stirs low in your stomach. The seconds stretch into minutes, into long and awkward silence as he stays rooted to the ground like a statue. The weight trickles and floods, pulling all of you downward into a fading spiral.

It's alright, you assure yourself.

You'll just have to explain how it's mindless rambles. Scrunching your nose, your fingers flex at the lessening restrain. You'll say how you're just confusing familiarity and admiration for something that's probably not true. The heel of your right foot arches and twists but you hardly feel the need to walk. To be closer to him. After all, you only like him because he's the other human around, no?

You weren't sure at what point the toe box of your shoes had became something fun to look at, but the pit inside you threatens to swallow you. It's a pity. You would have liked to find out if your feelings remain the same had the circumstances be different. Had you two were humans meeting normally at the human world. Even if it does, there is no way that he would...

Time slows into a crawl. It drags itself extendingly when a breeze of air gently cradles you to reality. The solid chest filling your vision, the weight just right above your nape and on the small of your back. The smell of mint and the faint dizzying scent of everything bad lumped together you could only get from cooping yourself reckless with dangers.

The world shrinks down to a dot before everything is released through an exhale of breath you didn't realize you were holding. Your face presses against his body as his fingers dig onto you, white strands tickling your neck when his face finds its place on your shoulder. Your heart jumps to a start, and it's sickeningly sweet when you hear another ticking of heartbeat joining yours.

...Solomon.

It's hard to find the words you've been dreaming to tell him. Should you say something? Should you not say something? Would he like it if you lean in? Would he get shy if you confess that you like the echoes resonating from his chest?

Solomon decides for you before you get to. His nose grazes right at the side of your throat, and you feel a warm breath when he sighs, hot and near.

"...Please tell me it's true."

Your smile is timid as you bring up a hand to pat his head, the latter with equal carefulness. You lean in. Rest your head on his until you feel his lips touches your neck. You wonder if that means he enjoys it.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Solomon."

simeon

Time stretches painfully slow as the letter slips and falls gracefully to the floor. An equally elegant man drops to his knee, picking it up before you could. Simeon stands, extending the sacred item to you before his gaze zeroes on the corner of the folded paper.

Oh no.

"Hm?", the angel hums, "isn’t this yours, little lamb?" You pull yourself together and nod, immediately taking the letter and putting it in your bag this time, instead of in your pocket. You flip it over between the books, gaze catching the small scribble of 'To Simeon' you wrote. Ah. So it is there. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing.

You mutter a small 'Thanks', offering a grin as best as you could because truly, let's just pretend that didn't happen and mull your day away in the comfort of your bed.

Swerving the other way, you're about to dash when that sweet voice calls out your name. Ha. You'd really rather dig a hole right now. Unfortunately, you turn to him.

"You're going home, aren't you? If you'd like, let's walk together." The brunet adjusts the bag strap on his shoulder, throwing you a blinding smile.

'If you'd like.'

If he was asking you, definitely you would like. Didn't he just read those small scrawls? He, out of all people, should know better. What kind of letter other than a love letter would it be if it's on a Valentine's? What is he planning with asking you something that he already knows the answer to?

Does he intend to humiliate you? No, Simeon can be cruel but not that cruel. Then, is it just because of his good natured characteristics? But then, again, you know Simeon isn't as selfless as he appears to be. Is it because you're his close friend? Is he pitying you?

"Is there.. something on my face?" Simeon's eyebrow raises slightly, the question grounding you to reality. You must have been staring too hard.

"No, it's nothing. Let's just go," you release a sigh under your breath, waiting for him to approach you before the two of you amble along the roads.

Unsurprisingly, he doesn't bring it up at all. You fall into a conversation rather naturally, switching between topics, jumping to this and that. Just like how it always been. Just like how it always will. Easy. And talking about your feelings is hard. And if someone were to ask you, someone as untainted as Simeon... should not be with you out of all people.

"We're here," the angel announces, and true to his words, the black and looming gate of House of Lamentation greets you.

So you certainly could sweep this memory under the rug, and go the rest of your life without regret.

"Thanks, Simeon." You wave a hand, the corner of your lips curving into a hesitant smile. You hope he pays no mind to the hesitant part too.

But why does it feel so... wrong?

Producing a key from your pocket, you tentatively unlock the gate, stalling this moment, this goodbye. It's just a normal goodbye, don't make this hard on yourself. It is for the better.. Right?

"It's interesting, we have the same idea." Simeon suddenly speaks up from behind you, a hint of mirth in his tone.

Now, what in Devildom is he talking about?

Picking up your composure, you let a few beats pass by then finally face him. It's invading really. When he's closer than you remember, breaking your personal bubble out of the blue and... Eh.

Something soft brushes against your temple.

One, two, three seconds.

Simeon pulls back, cerulean eyes staring straight at you when he gently uncurls your fingers, then you feel an envelope in your hand.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my lamb."

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!”

Solomon

He was in the middle of practicing his spells when he heard it. He looked behind him towards the source of the sound and found you sprawled out on the couch, a book laying flat on your face with your fingers gripping it tightly as if trying to use it as a shield to cover yourself from the world. He used a spell and was able to easily lift it up, finally being able to see your face—quickly noticing a red hue enveloping it. 

Solomon would jokingly tease you at first, a sly smirk working its way to his lips. He doesn’t really mind though and actually likes it, taking pleasure in the short chance he hears your giggles. He’s not an idiot, he knows how you're reminded of him through the main character’s love interest. He finds everything about you interesting, and this just adds to the never-ending list of what makes you so fascinating. 

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a book with what seemed to be mystical writings on the cover.

“Sure! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a noisy reader” You say.

“That’s what I’m counting on” he replies, a loving look in his eyes.

Simeon

He was about to call you down to eat when he heard a sound through the partially open door of his room. Peeping in, he saw you reading in bed with a dumb smile on your face—giggles erupting from you every now and then. He opted to stay unnoticed for the time being…that was until you heard the door creek open. Your face became even redder if that was even possible.

Despite yourself thinking you sounded like a dolphin, Simeon thought it was heavenly—the melody quickly making his heart flutter when he heard it. He slid into bed, positioned himself behind you, and wrapped his arms around your frame. You felt him snuggle into your neck, the angel peeking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the pages. From then on, he would now frequently ask if he can join you in your little reading sessions. You rarely rejected him and is now a form of quality time for the two of you in your hectic schedules. After a busy day, Luke would typically find the both of you in Simeon’s room sleeping, tangled up in the sheets with a book close by.

“Just one more chapter please” you begged.

His hands gently lay on top of yours, closing the book for the day.

DIAVOLO !

now, we all know he's a bit ... behind on things outside of ruling an entire realm so he most definitely had to ask barbatos and lucifer for suggestions.

he was taking you all these fancy, bougie places with a clear itinerary in mind (thanks to the influence of a certain avatar of pride) that at the end of the day felt more like a tour of devildom than a date.

on the last of his planned out date, it ended up raining and the two of you somehow spent the last couple of hours talking to each other underneath the shade of a tree where you found out that all the dates were thanks to diavolo's right hand men.

after that talk you finally convinced him to take you places that were dear to him and to allow you to plan future dates as well.

he insists on paying, regardless of how much you protest and tell him that you also have pride as a man (it's just something you have to deal with sorry).

take him on a date in the human realm and watch as this scary ruler of all demons turns into a big baby, fascinated with everything (now its your turn to play tour guide).

if you get him one of those cheap, silly little keychains you find in gift stores, he'd treasure it for as long as he lives.

if you get anything matching (be it a shirt, keychains, plushies, you name it), he'll have the biggest sparkling eyes you've ever seen on a living being and beg you to wear it for the rest of your time in the human realm.

his favourite dates are the ones where you and him simply enjoy a cup of tea and snacks barbatos prepared in the castles garden glass gazebo (its domestic and he likes seeing you in his 'domain' so to say).

BARBATOS !

picnics. with your favourite snacks he's prepared from as early as the night before.

appreciates every moment alone with you especially since it's rare for the two of you to be together without the others around.

he always goes for something he knows you'll like, and if you don't enjoy a particular part of the date he'll keep it in mind.

the most important part of the date to him is seeing you happy and being in your company.

thought there would never come a time where he would be peeved by diavolo calling for him until one day the demon lord forgot about his date with you and wondered where he went.

after that diavolo encouraged barbatos to go out with you more often (would not take no for an answer no matter how much barbatos tried to turn him down).

he'd be a bit hesitant to go to the human realm since he'd be so far away from diavolo but the thought of being alone with you is just so tempting (he's a demon after all) he can't decline.

if you bought him a little plush keychain TRUST it would be posed carefully in the kitchen where he can see it every day while he prepares the de facto demon kings meals.

he would take you to the most unknown and hidden spots in devildom that even diavolo wouldn't know of their existence and turn it into a frequent rendezvous spot (and perhaps it excites a small part of you, perhaps because it's more or less a secret that only you and barbatos share).

SIMEON !

simple minded. likes going anywhere with you.

gotta say though, he especially likes the way your eyes crinkle when you smile after tasting a homemade sweet treat.

doesn't have an ideal date with you but dates where you two bake together are his favourite.

also note. he will tear up if you turn the tables on him and prepare him some treats of your own specialty (his only smiles wider when he hears you grumble about being as much of a househusband as he is).

even if you make something that could rival solomon's cooking, he'd still eat it with a smile (because you made it all for him and he would be a fool to pass it up).

if you guys go out for a stroll in any of the three realms, he'd always have his hand on you (fingers intertwined with yours, arm coiled around your waist and such).

he'll find some small treasure from the date and keep it tucked away somewhere.

loves taking pictures with a polaroid so he can treasure the memories (he especially loves taking candid pictures of you, especially while eating one of his sweets of course).

be prepared to gain weight if he takes you up to the celestial realm, he will make sure you eat every single angelic dish until you couldn't do so much as waddle around.

likes taking you around the celestial realm and telling you all the stories of his past and some passed down stories from other older angels.

while passing through the many gardens of the celestial realm, he'll sneakily pluck a flower or two for you until you end up with nothing less than a small bouquet (and more often than not getting a rather lengthy scolding from michael).

SOLOMON !

you know that UR card of him where he takes you on a magic carpet ride??? yeah expect that sort of shit constantly.

he is so fond of you and your reactions and that just makes him wanna toy around with you all the more.

he's not ashamed to cause a ruckus in all three realms as long as he can see you either laugh until tears gather in the corner of your eyes or cling onto him while half heartedly yelling at him, he's willing to pull out all his little tricks up his sleeve.

he is such a menace but you can tell he puts a lot of thought and care into his surprises, you can't find it in yourself to be upset with him (and truth be told you do enjoy the rise he brings out of you).

during a rare moment of vulnerability, he'd take you around his hometown and reminisce his youth, telling tales of ancient memories that only he would remember (noting the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint).

never one to dwell in his nostalgia for long, he would take you to another spot and spin some hauntingly believable ghost story just to scare you (whether you believe it or not, solomon will most definitely try to sneak in a few spooks here and there especially with magic).

after he would torment you and every other living being in his vicinity, he'd like to end the day by doing something comparatively calmer and laid back, perhaps something as simple as cuddles, reading together (or maybe even him reading to you), or watching a movie.

Simeon groaned in frustration and tossed another crumpled paper into the waste basket under his desk. Despite being a famous writer, he spent the past hour struggling to write a simple, coherent letter confessing his feelings to you.

There was a special event taking place in the Devildom soon, and he was struck by inspiration to confess his feelings - finally, after admiring them in silence for so long - and hope they would accept his offer to be his date. The eager anticipation resulted in dozens of abandoned letters in his trash filled with mistakes: numerous instances of misspelling your name or his own; shaky penmanship that left parts of the letter completely illegible; and at times he pressed so hard on the paper that the pen tip poked through.

Simeon glanced warily at the computer pushed back against the edge of his desk. He was horrible with those contraptions, but spellchecker was such a handy tool that it made it worthwhile to type up drafts of his TSL work. He wanted a more personal touch for his invitation to you and chose a handwritten letter instead. Unfortunately, he was spiraling into frustration and wanted the weight of his confession off his shoulders.

With some reluctance, he reached across the desk and pulled the keyboard closer. His fingers flew across the keys, and before he knew it, he had typed his invitation to you - complete with his confession of his feelings for you too - and read it over twice for spelling errors.

Satisfied, he opened up the Dmail app and attached his letter to a blank email. He tapped quickly on his contacts and added your email address. The screen froze for a moment while the attachment finished uploading. When he hit “Send,” he smiled in satisfaction. He decided he would cook for Luke and Solomon tonight; he was in the mood to celebrate. He shut off his computer (with only minor difficulty) and walked to the kitchen with a spring in his step.

CHAT: The Demon Brothers (7)

Levi: WTF is this?

Satan: What’s wrong?

Levi: Have you checked your Dmail lately? Simeon sent something sooo cringey to all of us!

Satan: Let me take a look.

Beelzebub: I get the feeling this wasn’t meant for me, but I’ll go to the festival with him if he wants. The food is going to be amazing.

Belphegor: I have a feeling this email definitely wasn’t meant for you.

Satan: I agree. Did he send this to all of us by accident?

Levi: LMAO!!!! He’s such a noob with technology!

Asmo: Aw, I never knew Simeon had such a sweet side. I’m totally jealous, I would swoon if one of my admirers sent me a love letter like this!

Mammon: Wanna bet who this was meant for? Oh, I bet he’d pay us whatever we want to keep it secret!

Asmo: Ugh! Way to ruin the romance!

Lucifer: Enough. I will call Simeon and speak to him about this. In the meantime, DO NOT mention this to anyone.

Belphegor: Any ideas who this was really meant for? 

Asmo: I’m really curious about that too!

Mammon: Who cares! This is perfect blackmail material!

Satan: I think I know who it’s for.

Levi: Huh? How’d you figure that out?

Satan: We know who he sent it to and it was obviously a mistake. That’s all I’ll say.

Beelzebub: It’s their turn to cook dinner tonight. I’m on my way to the kitchen to see if it’s ready. Should I ask if they got it too?

Mammon: Huh? What about them?

Lucifer: SILENCE. ALL OF YOU.

Simeon drummed his finger tips against his knee while he read the same page of his book for the sixth time. He made a light lunch for him and Luke - Solomon was busy elsewhere today - and sat in his favorite chair to distract himself. The weight of the DDD in his pocket burned heavily against his leg and the Devildom’s newest bestselling novel couldn’t keep his mind off his confession to you.

An hour ago he felt elated that the feelings he tried to suppress were finally out in the open, but now a new type of worry plagued him: uncertainty. Any angel of his age and status would be familiar with regret - arguably, he’d had more than his fair share compared to most - but exploring these new and wonderful feelings made him feel vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

He jumped in his seat when the DDD started to chime with an incoming phone call. He scrambled to keep the book in his lap from tumbling to the floor. He reached into his pocket, barely conscious that he was holding his breath. Simeon’s eyebrows shot up curiously when he saw Lucifer’s name flash across the screen. It wasn’t the phone call he expected, but he always felt a warm feeling when Lucifer took the initiative and reached out to talk to him first despite their rocky past together.

Simeon tapped the screen and held the phone to his ear. “Good afternoon, Lucifer,” he said with a smile. “I hope you’re doing well.” 

There was a pause, the sound of shuffling on the other end of the call. “Yes, good afternoon, Simeon,” Lucifer replied. Another pause. “Have any of my brothers contacted you?”

Simeon ran his finger along the spine of his book. “No, although now that you mention it, some of them sent me some random emoji messages. I assumed they were sent by accident, I know I’ve done the same in the past. Why do you ask?”

Lucifer cleared his throat. “I’ll be blunt. I know about the email you sent earlier today. More accurately, we all do.”

Simeon’s throat suddenly ran dry and he coughed. Clearly he had misheard. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re—“

“The email you attempted to send earlier to a specific individual,” Lucifer interrupted, “was sent to me and my brothers which I assume was a technical error on your part.” He chuckled dryly. “While your letter was very flattering, I realized quickly it wasn’t meant for my eyes and I wanted to make sure you were aware.”

It was difficult for Simeon to think clearly with the muffled roar in his ears. His face burned with embarrassment and his hands felt clammy. He glared at the computer on the table across the room as though it had done this terrible misdeed to him on purpose.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered dejectedly. He wanted to be angry, but all Simeon really felt was defeat. How had his simple plan gone so wrong? “I appreciate you telling me, and if you and the others could keep this to yourselves, that would be for the best. I’ll have to…figure this out,” he said slowly. He needed time to process this unexpected turn of events.

“I can’t guarantee that they won’t attempt to tease you about this, but I have already warned them about the consequences should they do anything beyond that. But Simeon, I think—“ Lucifer paused, and then sighed. “Nevermind. Take care, and please let me know if any of my idiot brothers bother you.”

When the call disconnected, Simeon let the phone slip between his fingers and fall to the plush carpet at his feet. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head. Time seemed to freeze and Simeon couldn’t focus on anything but the burning waves of embarrassment that rippled through him every time he thought about his letter to you. The intimate praise and heartfelt declarations he made felt almost scandalous now that he knew Lucifer and his brothers were aware of the contents.

Despite his awkward handling of technology, his fingers flowed freely against the keys of the keyboard as easily as if they were those of a piano, the deepest wishes of his heart spilling into a digital void and he hoped his words echoed true once they reached their destination. It was difficult not to succumb to regret and doubt now that his plea for your affections had failed; his trials as an angel seemed to pale in comparison to the despair he felt now, as though once again fate had tempted him with something just beyond his reach.

The sound of a door opening nearby jolted Simeon out of his daze. He wiped the dampness from his eyes and stood up hastily, wiping his hands on his slacks and looking around his dimly lit room to make sure nothing was out of place. He bent over and picked up the forgotten DDD on the floor by his feet, and he grimaced when he saw missed notifications flash on the screen. He stuffed the device into his pocket with more force than necessary when a familiar knock rattled his bedroom door.

“We’re back!” Luke beamed at him when he opened his door and poked his head inside. “I picked up ingredients for devil-spiced chili tonight, but you might want to hurry because—“ Luke visibly flinched at the sound of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen. “Solomon said he always wanted to try making it.”

Simeon gave Luke a reassuring ruffle of his hair and followed the younger angel to the kitchen, his personal angst temporarily forgotten as he rushed to salvage their dinner.

Sun peeked through the gap of his curtains and Simeon woke with a groan. He buried his head into his pillow and tried to go back to sleep, but the faint throbbing in his temples promised a lingering headache he would regret later on.

He stayed up later than usual the night before, staring into the fireplace with a frown while he sipped Demonus and prayed the fiery sweet taste would help dull the pain in his heart. After he finished his first glass, he got up with a sigh and went into the sitting room to retrieve the bottle. Solomon was reading on the sofa and raised his eyebrow when he saw Simeon’s stormy expression.

“Rough night?” the sorcerer asked with a teasing smile.

“You have no idea,” Simeon grumbled under his breath when he retreated back to the dark solace of his bedroom. He poured more dark amber liquid in his glass and embraced the drunken haze that fell over him like a veil.

Simeon sat up and winced at the stiffness in his neck and shoulders. At some point during the night he tried to undress himself for bed but failed miserably; his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled, and one of his socks was missing. He was still wearing his slacks but the belt was unbuckled and loose around his waist.

Simeon swung his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes. The shameful events from the day before came crashing down on him when he heard the familiar ping of his DDD. The sound was muffled, and Simeon started patting his bed trying to find it. He stood up on unsteady legs and glared at the tangled mess of blankets. He grabbed his duvet and threw it behind him, but the device was nowhere to be seen.

“Technology is overrated,” he grumbled to himself. He picked up each of his pillows and tossed them aside. Still no DDD. “It’s probably one of Lucifer’s brothers teasing me,” he guessed bitterly. He grabbed hold of his sheets and raised them with a sharp snap. “I should just get rid of the cursed thing.”

He finally heard a dull thud on the carpet. He glanced down and saw the familiar shape of his DDD hit the floor and bounce underneath the bed. It had stopped pinging with new notifications but morbid curiosity and sheer defiance motivated Simeon to kneel down and reach for it anyway; perhaps destroying it later would make him feel better.

It had rolled just out of reach and he flattened himself against the carpet while he stretched his hand towards it. His fingers brushed the smooth surface but he swore when a loud knock on his bedroom startled him and caused him to jerk suddenly. His head hit the bed frame and he accidentally knocked the DDD further out of reach.

Simeon was frustrated and muttering angrily by the time he pulled himself out from under the bed and stalked across the room. He practically ripped the door open, but the curse on the tip of his tongue died in his throat when he saw your concerned face staring back at him.

You glanced at him nervously, eyes darting between his rumpled clothing and the room behind him where his bedding was scattered all over the floor. “Is this a bad time? I wanted to talk to you but I can come back later.”

Simeon acknowledged your generous opportunity to escape for what it was, but he supposed he had to face his faults sooner or later. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You walked past him when he moved aside, and he closed the door so he could suffer his continued humiliation in private.

“I tried to call you but you didn’t answer,” you said apologetically.

“I dropped my phone,” was his response, and he realized how silly it sounded a moment too late. “I’m not the best company today,” he admitted while he tried to smooth down the wrinkles of his shirt. He was suddenly very aware of his poor appearance and he could only imagine what you must think of him, seeing him in such a haphazard state.

Simeon froze when he felt your fingers brush against his face. When had he started crying? He couldn’t make out the expression on your tear-blurred face.

“Is this about your letter?” you asked quietly. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and he knew they must’ve felt his skin grow hot when he blushed.

Simeon bit his lip bashfully. He covered your hands beneath his own, enjoying the feeling of your fingers nearly entwined with his. “Who told you?” he whispered thickly around the lump in his throat.

“Lucifer sent it to me last night,” you admitted, “but I wanted to give you my response in person.”

Simeon felt the warmth of your body against his own when you leaned against him, a comforting presence that helped keep him steady on his feet. He braced himself for the worst and nodded that he was listening.

You couldn’t help but smile sadly at the look of anxious anticipation on Simeon’s face. “I don’t like the feeling that I make you nervous,” you said. You pulled their hands away from Simeon’s tear-stained cheeks and wrapped your arms around his waist instead.

Simeon leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “I find myself lost, wandering in unfamiliar territory when it comes to my feelings for you,” he sighed, lips grazing your skin. He answered your hug with his own, his limbs growing heavy with exhaustion as he gave up trying to wear a mask of brave indifference. 

You pulled back enough to catch his gaze with your own. “I love you,” you said with a smile that started shy and soft, but grew wide and radiant when Simeon blinked at you in surprise. Simeon’s only response was a sob that quickly morphed into relieved and delighted laughter. His hold on you tightened and you held each other in his warm, sunlit room.