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jinkicake · 2 years ago

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He Makes You Cry.

Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon x Reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for forever bc I love angst but.... don’t be fooled bc there is no angst w simeon (he’s too sweet and would never hurt you).... sorry!

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((im sorry i had to put simeons first bc i love it and its my fav </3 like ignore luci and mammon lol))

Simeon

“This is for me?” You can’t help but gawk at the beautiful ring Simeon slipped onto your finger amidst your mini tea party. The thick diamond is decorated with a golden accent and even smaller jewels to accentuate the main stone. It’s unbelievably gorgeous and you start to doubt if your worth is enough to be wearing such a decadent piece.

“Only you can bring out the ring’s true beauty,” Simeon murmurs as his warm eyes run all over your shocked face, he makes it a point to memorize the expression. For too long, his eyes simply glance from one of your features to the other until he has you painted in his memory. “I do hope that you enjoy it, my love.”

You can’t wrap your head around what you must have done to deserve such a generous gift.

“Simeon,” His name is uttered from your lips in a gasp because moments later, you’re still in disbelief. “why?”

The angel cocks his head at your question, his smile faltering with a twitch of his lips before he plants a gentle look back on his face. He doesn’t understand.

“Why?” He repeats before glancing up at the crown model of the ceiling. The sunset of the afternoon decorates the room in a golden hue, a beautiful coating that makes you look even more angelic than before. Simeon doesn’t understand your confusion, don’t you see what he sees? “Because I love you.”

He wonders if that is enough of a reason, he hopes it is enough of a reason.

The angel carefully watches your expression morph into a frown as your lips press together tightly. You’re trying to prevent the tears that are pooling in your eyes but, try as you might, you fail. Simeon softly grimaces at your anguish, that is what your feeling must be, right? Did he go overboard with the gift? Do you hate it?

He thought you would love it.

“My light, what’s wrong?” He leans over the neatly set table and all of the cutlery placed to cup your cheek. You immediately lean into his warm palm and try to hide your face from him. The shaking of your head only serves to make Simeon even more nervous. “Talk to me.”

You cover your face with your hands, softly sobbing into your palms and Simeon can not hold back any longer. The angel gets up before moving to your side to kneel beside you. He grabs your wrist and then engulfs your hands in his own as he intently stares at you.

He looks and looks like he’ll be able to read what you’re feeling based on your expression. His heart hurts for you.

“I’m happy, Simeon,” You cry and gently pull one of your hands back to wipe your tears. The ring he gifted you catches the light of the setting sun and at the sight, more tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but stare at the jewelry.

“Is it the ring?” Simeon whispers, he keeps his voice quiet as if speaking any louder will cause you to become even more upset. He’d hate to take the ring back. If you tried to return it, Simeon would not let you. The gift is yours, a special treasure of Simeon’s is now yours no matter if you fight it. The angel wants you to have it even if you don’t want it-

“I love it!” You gush and in a pitiful attempt to speak, only end up choking on your words.

Now, Simeon can see the adoration in your eyes and the way your face glows with certain happiness.

“You do?” He quietly questions back while tightening the grip he has on your hand, he gently squeezes your fingers between his own.

“I do! I do!”

He can only wish that your eager cheers were an answer to another question, one that he wishes to ask you forever and ever. The matter of whether or not you’ll have him.

Simeon is much too uncertain in himself to do that yet, but when the time comes, he’ll be sure to do it right.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s yours now,” With gentle hands, Simeon lifts your fingers up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against each of your knuckles before turning your hand over to kiss the center of your palm. “your beauty outshines any diamond.”

You scoot to the edge of your seat before sinking out of the chair, you sit right next to where Simeon is kneeling and shyly look up at him. Despite your tears and swollen eyes, the angel still gasps at your beauty.

He rests his forehead against your own and watches your eyes flutter shut. Selfishly, he takes a picture in his mind and memorizes the soft curves of your face. When he’s done, he tilts his head and angles his lips to gently kiss you. The closed-mouth peck is innocent and remains so until the angel lets go of your hand to grip your shoulders.

His face tilts ever so slightly before you feel his tongue peek past his lips. You let Simeon kiss you and kiss you until he’s leaning you back against the floor and resting over the top of you. You let him steal the air out of your lungs and hold you incredibly close to his heart.

You allow the angel to coat you in his love, to pour all of his feelings into his touch while the heavy ring sits prettily on your finger.

It’s only natural to do since you love him after all.

Lucifer

“I told you not to touch those papers.” Lucifer’s anger is something that you’re just not used to (no matter how many times you’ve been at the blunt force of it). His current frustrations cause you to flinch and all too soon, your entire body begins to tremble under his booming voice. It’s as if your blood has run cold as you find yourself staring at the floor instead of his face. Try as you might, nothing can stop the bitter tears from appearing in the corners of your eyes. “Incompetent human.” His whisper is anything but quiet, you hear the snide comment clear as day, the tut of the nickname is nothing like his usual kind and gentle tone and is instead filled with endless irritation.

In all the times you have helped him with his work, Lucifer has never gotten upset with you like this. Especially not over a small, clumsy mistake you made while organizing his many documents.

His audacity nearly makes you scoff and any sadness that you feel is overcome with a wave of anger. You place the papers on his desk with firm palms before standing up from your seat. The loud screech of the chair against the hardwood floor forces Lucifer to look at you and only now, he can see the frustration welling in your eyes.

The pool of his reflection makes his heart hurt.

“Do it yourself then.” You snap and immediately head out of his office, slamming his door in the process. Such a petty act was an accident, his door is heavy and will always slam shut with brute force. You couldn’t find it in yourself to close the door gently, but, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it anyway.

In an attempt to lighten the load of wallowing in your own pity, you head straight for your bed and straight to sleep. You’re blessed with a blissful nap for a few moments (hours) before it all slips through your fingers.

“(Y/N), dinner,” Your doorknob rattles under Mammon’s strong fist and the noise (along with his voice), bitterly awakens you from your slumber. On their own accord, your eyes automatically narrow toward the intruding noise. You try to drown it out with your blanket over your head but, it doesn’t work.

The demon persistently toys with your door, annoying you with his presence. His scheme continues for a few minutes as you ignore him. You don’t give in and don’t reply at all, not even once. The silence that follows after he figures out you won’t open the door for him allows you to breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief doesn’t bless you for too long though.

A handful of minutes later, your door clicks softly as the lock of your doorknob becomes free. There’s only one demon that can actually unlock your door and the presence suddenly in your room nearly makes you suffocate. Out of habit, you curl in on yourself under your blanket to hide from him.

Lucifer’s gentle sigh and quiet footsteps are not nearly as loud as the rapid thumping of your heart. You can barely focus, not when the sounds fill your ears and not when your bed dips under a certain weight.

There are a few things that you can pick up. Lucifer has brought food with him and he places it on your table before sitting beside you. Right now, you can almost see the way Lucifer is sitting on the edge of your bed. You can’t fight the urge to simply check for too long.

Timidly, you peek your head out from your blanket and keep the duvet tucked just under your chin while you look at him. Just as you imagined in your mind, Lucifer has his back to you (posture incredibly straight) as he stares at your wall. His softened eyes run along all the photos you have hung up and take in all the memories you have created in the devildom. His perfect posture bends ever so slightly as he sighs once again and reaches his hand behind to cup your bicep.

“Eat, human,” He murmurs and glances back at you. You immediately hide from his stare as you switch to lay on your other side, your back now facing him. His previous insult still swims in your mind and you can feel your anger from before starting to resurface. The gentle touch of his thumb brushing circles into your skin works incredibly well to combat your heated frustrations. When it comes to calming you down, Lucifer knows exactly what to do.

The room basks in silence, coated in a thick unmovable tension until you can no longer hold back any petty remarks.

“I thought I was incompetent,” You sneer and clench your fist as persistent tears once again build up in your eyes.

“Oh,” Lucifer murmurs and gently squeezes your arm with his large palm. “(Y/N)-”

“An incompetent human.” His words spoken earlier feel sad and bitter on your tongue as you fist your thick blanket in your hands. You try not to acknowledge the tears on your cheeks but it’s hard to ignore the wet droplets as Lucifer’s thumb wipes each away.

You hate that Lucifer’s approval means so much to you, that his thought of you can shatter your own personal image.

“You are not incompetent,” Lucifer promises before pressing his lips against your forehead. His gentle touch only serves to make you even more upset. “I am so sorry, my dear.” The bed moves underneath you as Lucifer lays down beside you, his long limbs fitting awkwardly into the small space. He takes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, ignoring how you push away at his wrists. “You’re my perfect assistant, capable of plenty enough. I spoke out of turn and I apologize.” Now in his arms, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and twist his thick jacket in your fingers. “Please forgive me,” Lucifer whispers against the crown of your head, holding you carefully as if you’re made of glass. He refuses to let go until he knows that you’re both okay again.

Mammon

“Go away.”

“Leave."

“I don’t care what you do anymore!”

“Goodbye, human.”

Despite Mammon’s harsh words, you know that he doesn’t mean it. Reading the avatar of greed has become second nature to you now and you know that he is nothing more than upset. When the demon becomes upset, he has no better way to deal with it than to pettily push you away while simultaneously begging for your attention.

“I’m sorry, Mammon,” You try apologizing again, staring at him pathetically while he ignores you to count the bills in his wallet. His room has never been more intimidating in your entire time spent in the devildom. “I’ll make it up to you-”

“No you won’t,” He bitterly murmurs and lets his face fall ever so slightly. How could you forget the plans that the two of you made? “I get it, I’m not important to you.” His show of dramatics hurts, even if you don’t think you have a right to be.

“Is that really what you think?” You quietly ask him, your voice no louder than a timid whisper as you stand frozen waiting for his answer.

“You ditched me! No, you didn’t even ditch me because you didn’t show up! Instead, you were busy with Lord Diavolo.” His disappointment makes you feel awful and terribly small as if you’re being pushed into a corner. “What did I expect?”

“I’m sorry,” Again, you whisper your apologies. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t allow him to dump his anger out on you like this. There is no reason for the demon to spout such mean things but, you let him continue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re eager to hear just how far he will go with the disrespect.

“Yeah, you should be.” Mammon ultimately sighs before stuffing his wallet into his pocket and standing up from the couch. He keeps his eyes glued to the ground, lips pressed together while thinking over his next words. “I just thought you were looking forward to our date as much as I was.”

He doesn’t do or say anything else as he leaves the room, he merely brushes past you and heads to his door.

Somehow, that simple action hurt more than his words ever could.

“He hates me,” You bawl your eyes out, pitifully gasping for air while holding one of Belphie’s pillows to your chest.

“No, Mammon doesn’t hate you.” Belphegor spits tiredly. He pushes his eye mask off his head before reaching over to pat your shoulder. “He might have been right to call you an idiot if you truly think that.” In their own way, Belphie’s words comfort you a bit and you stubbornly push your tears away with your sleeve. “The idiot just needs reassurance since he’s annoying but, you chose him.”

Belphie rolls his eyes at the thought of his older brother being the object of your affection. He doesn’t really care but, it’s tiring to hear the demon gloat about it all the time.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” He yawns, stretching his limbs for a few seconds before snuggling back into his blanket. “Let’s take a nap.

You don’t get much sleep despite Belphie’s suggestion, instead, you do the complete opposite as you sit and think. It’s one thing to have Mammon mad at you but, to be disappointed? His anger seems much more preferable in comparison because you know he would never get angry with you (since he does love you and all).

He does still love you, right?

In the face of confrontation, you usually run in the opposite direction with your tail between your legs. Why on earth are you now heading straight for the charming face of the secondborn?

You don’t even acknowledge Belphie’s lazy protests as you push his door open and head straight for Mammon’s room. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say to him, or what you want to say to him, as you shove your way into his secluded space.

At the intruding noise of your arrival, Mammon pops his head up from the couch. At the sight of you, his shoulders drop and he lets his gaze fade toward somewhere else. Seeing him stare at the floor is nothing new, but you hate that he won’t look you in the eye.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” You try to keep your voice as level as you can but it’s impossible to do when it starts getting harder to breathe. Your throat has closed in and the pounding of your heart has become erratic, the room is now much hotter than before and you don’t even hear the sound of Mammon calling your name. All you can focus on are the tears on your cheeks and the thumping pain in your temple. “I didn’t mean to-”

Stress is always why you avoid confrontation but you just had to make sure he still loved you.

“Oi!” Mammon quickly pushes himself off of the couch and is in front of you in seconds. “Hey, hey,” He murmurs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. “stop cryin’. It’s okay.” His heart aches when you shake your head. “Yes, it is. It is.” There’s something gentle about his voice, how he coos and tries to hush your cries. “I’m so sorry, human, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”

As smoothly as he can be, the demon wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you into his chest.

“I’m not mad anymore, never really was, I was just scared.” He places his chin on the top of your head while his hands gently rub soothing circles against your back. Mammon hates to see you cry and hates to see you upset. “It’s just- I was just jealous and lonely!” His heart aches at your cries and he starts to think that he has deserved every punishment he has ever received in the past. The demon can only pray that his touch will be enough to comfort you, to make the hurt stop.

“Listen. I love you, human, don’t ever forget that.”

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