#obey me Simeon x you

[zephyrchama]

Somebody nearby is swearing. It's very vulgar, even by common demon standards. You and Simeon both move at the same time to cover up Luke's ears. Your fingers brush against the back of Simeon's hand in the scramble, but you are ultimately faster at shielding Luke's innocence.

Luke sighs and pouts. "Why do you guys always do this?" he complains, louder than his normal tone. You just smile, knowing he can't hear the answer anyway. The boy crosses his arms in a huff but makes no attempt to free his ears.

The world goes quiet in the next moment as something warm slides over your ears. Simeon has found a new use for his hands. The crude shouting fades away, though you can still see the demon rampaging in your peripheral vision. "What are you doing?" you attempt to ask, hardly able to hear your own voice. Simeon looks pleased with himself as he mouths words that you can't understand. You pout in the same fashion as Luke and he chuckles.

[bertieorangy]

Simeon : humans live with a constant feeling of pain inside of their hearts

Simeon : but their hearts are sensitive to pain, so it makes living difficult

Simeon, turns to MC : their hearts are delicate like glass. Yours especially.

MC : you think so?

Simeon : yes. You are worthy of my grace

MC : your... grace?

Simeon : I’m saying that I like you, little lamb (..◜ᴗ◝..)

[another-lost-mc]

Pillow Talk | SIMEON x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Depravity & Pining Content warnings: Perversion, masturbation with clothing, dirty thoughts. obey me! m.list

It’s a rare occasion when Simeon has Purgatory Hall to himself.

Luke was visiting the Celestial Realm and spending time with Michael, and Solomon said he had things to take care of in the human world. It promised to be a lazy evening - there was no sense cooking an elaborate meal just for himself.

He suddenly recalled that you mentioned to him earlier you were going to be home alone too. Most of the demon brothers were attending a party at The Fall and you didn’t want to go.

It was the perfect chance to invite you over for an impromptu movie night, and he walked to the House of Lamentation to pick you up. Simeon rarely had the opportunity to spend time with you alone, and he didn’t want to waste a moment.

You spent a quiet evening eating snacks and cuddling together on the sofa. When you shivered from the evening chill, Simeon covered both your laps with a warm blanket. He tucked you against his side and draped his arm over your shoulder. He thought you might pull away from him, but you curled into his embrace even more.

You fell asleep halfway through the film. Simeon turned the volume down so you wouldn’t be disturbed, and he was careful not to wake you. He enjoyed the weight of your body pressed against his and wanted to savour the feeling as long as he could. He leaned close so that he could smell the scent of your shampoo when he buried his nose in your hair and brushed his lips across your temple.

You woke up long after the movie ended, and you were too groggy to notice Simeon had maneuvered you into his lap. He had both his arms tucked around you and he was stroking your back gently. You yawned warm puffs of air against his neck, and he nearly shivered as the slightest twinge of pleasure shot through him.

He told you that he already made your excuses to Lucifer and that you could spend the night at Purgatory Hall. It was far too late for you to walk home now. It was his own little secret that he looked forward to seeing your sleep-mussed hair and warm, syrupy smile in the morning.

You mumbled that you could sleep on the couch, but he was already pushing himself up and lifting you in his arms. He carried you to his room and laid you down on the bed. He shushed your feeble protests as he helped tuck you into the sheets and explained he would sleep in Luke’s room. He leaned forward and wished you goodnight, daring to brush his lips lightly against your brow.

Your eyes slipped closed and you murmured something under your breath before you started snoring softly in your sleep. He stood by the bed and watched moonlight and shadow dance across your skin. His hands clenched into fists and relaxed again, over and over, while he resisted the urge to palm his half-hard cock through his pants.

It was nearly half an hour later when he finally dragged himself from your side and went to sleep in one of the empty rooms. He dreamt of pouty lips and warm, naked skin against his own.

When Simeon woke up, he was surprised to see you making tea in the kitchen; you wore a different shirt and pants than last night. Your cheeks darkened slightly when you explained you packed some overnight things in your bag just in case.

He helped make a light breakfast and basked in your company until you got ready to go back to the House of Lamentation. You hesitated at the door like you wanted to say something, but you shook your head and promised him that you had a wonderful night.

Simeon didn’t know what to do with himself after you left. He was hoping that you could stay longer, but he knew he couldn’t be greedy with your company no matter how much he wanted to. The demon brothers would never allow it, and even during breakfast you were getting messages on your D.D.D. from them asking when you would be home.

Simeon hated the thought of sharing you. When would he have another opportunity like last night to indulge in your company? Why was it only in his dreams that he could finally have you all to himself?

He walked back to his room and decided he would tidy up. You made his bed - not perfectly - but he smiled at your effort anyway. He leaned across the mattress and brushed out some wayward wrinkles in the duvet, but a sudden thought occurred to him and he drew back the covers. He smoothed his hands across the mattress and pretended he could still feel your body heat beneath his fingers. When he pressed his nose to the sheet, he caught faint traces of your natural scent that lingered behind.

His cock strained against the zipper of his slacks and he bit his lip. What was the harm?

He was unbuckling his belt and when his foot caught on something. There was a lump of fabric on the floor, and he recognized the shirt you wore last night. You must’ve forgotten to put it in your bag before you left. He picked it up and wondered whether he should wash it for you when he realized something else was tucked inside. It fell to the floor and landed at his feet with a soft plop.

It was like a punch in the gut when he realized what it was. 

Underwear. Your underwear. You must’ve changed and rolled them into your shirt to take home later, but you forgot them both.

He licked his lips as he picked up the delicate garment with trembling hands. He rubbed the fabric between his fingertips and noticed how soft they felt. The colour was a bit faded and the waistband was worn, as if this was one of your favourite pairs. They were completely ordinary, but they were yours.

Simeon brought them closer so that his nose brushed against the fabric. It was impulsive, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame at his depravity. He tried to remind himself that what he was doing was wrong - but then he took a deep breath and inhaled your scent into his lungs. 

Oh, fuck.

He groaned and laid down on his bed, shimmying his pants low enough on his hips so he could free his aching cock. The tip was already dribbling with his arousal, and he used his thumb to smooth the thick fluid along his shaft as he started pumping his cock with fast, rough strokes. Your underwear were clenched in his other hand. He brought them to his nose again so he could breathe in as much of your deliciously sweet scent as possible.

Fuck, look what you do to me—

The mattress springs started to creak as he thrust his hips in time with each desperate tug of his cock. He didn’t even notice - he moaned his pleasure, moaned your name, and let his dark desires take over.

He imagined kissing you senseless on the sofa last night when you woke up, sliding his hands underneath your shirt and feeling you shiver as he stroked your skin. He thought about slipping your pants down your hips and flicking the waistband of your underwear teasingly, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck until you keened and begged him to touch you. He would slide them down the velvety soft skin of your thighs until you were completely bare to him, and he’d finally lower his head and taste you–

Simeon licked a stripe along the crotch of your underwear before he sucked the fabric between his lips. Have you ever worn these and thought of him? Have you ever stained these with the slick evidence of your arousal? Were you aroused last night, just by being close to him?

So sweet, so fucking sweet, I need more, I need—

He thought about your quick glances you thought he didn’t notice and the way you hesitated to say goodbye. He wondered if you woke up in the middle of the night and rolled around in the sheets that smelled like him. Did you think about touching yourself in his bed? Did you think about what he would do to you if he caught you?

He was nearly delirious with lust and he fucked his fist, fueled by his desperate thoughts of you. The wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his cock were buried underneath the pleasured noises pouring freely from his mouth. His eyes clenched shut when he felt his body burn with the pleasure that crashed over him.

—fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna—

The cotton in his mouth muffled the roar that ripped from his throat, and he pumped his cock as thick ropes of cum shot up his belly and dribbled over his fingers. He didn’t stop until he whimpered from the sensitivity and he grew soft in his hand. He unhinged his jaw and your underwear slipped from between his teeth and fell limply onto the pillow beside him.

He was sweating underneath his shirt and his throat was dry, but he laid in bed and let his mind wander to thoughts of you until his heart stopped racing. 

His D.D.D. started vibrating on the mattress next to him and he jolted in surprise. It must’ve slipped from his pocket when he laid down. He picked it up - with his clean hand - and his breath hitched when he saw your name on the screen.

You: I think I left something in your room earlier, can I come by later tonight to pick it up?

Typing a response was enough of a challenge for him, and trying to type one-handed with trembling fingers was another matter entirely. It took him longer than usual to manage a coherent response.

He tossed his phone to the side and tried to think. If you're coming back later, he'll make sure you find your clothes exactly as you left them. Any lingering traces of his spit should be dry by then, and he’ll flatten out the remaining indents of his teeth.

This will be another little secret of his, kept guarded within his heart where all his sinful thoughts of you are buried.

But just the thought of seeing you again made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He only hesitated for a moment before he reached for your underwear.

He had until tonight to enjoy them, after all.

[peppymintdreams]

Heaven’s Boundaries

Simeon x Angel!MC

The Celestial Realm was a perfect haven of peace and harmony. But for you, a young angel still finding your place, it sometimes felt overwhelming. The grand halls were filled with wisdom far beyond your years, and the expectations placed upon you as a fledgling guardian were daunting.

But there was one beacon of light amidst the vastness—Simeon.

It began with the smallest of things.

[this was requested to me a while back…unfortunately I cannot find the request]

You remembered the first time he noticed you. Really noticed you.

It was during one of the many lessons on celestial law, held in the sprawling library of the Celestial Realm. Rows of ancient tomes filled the air with the scent of parchment and divine knowledge, and the glow of ethereal orbs floated gently above, casting soft light over the gathered students.

You were seated in the back, quieter than usual. Your hands fidgeted with the edge of your scroll as you struggled to focus. The words written in ancient script blurred together—far too complex for your tired mind to comprehend.

You had spent the night before trying to memorize passages about diplomacy and divine hierarchy, and it showed. Your wings drooped slightly, and a faint sigh escaped your lips as you tried, and failed, to stay awake.

“MC?”

The voice was soft, like a warm breeze on a cool evening. You blinked and looked up, finding yourself face-to-face with Simeon.

His eyes, the color of a calm sky, were filled with gentle concern. His presence radiated a quiet strength, but his expression remained kind.

“You seem tired,” he observed, crouching beside your seat so he could speak softly, without drawing attention from the rest of the class. “Are you alright?”

You flushed, suddenly very aware of how disheveled you must have looked. “Oh, um… yes! Just… didn’t sleep well,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

Simeon’s gaze softened further, and he offered you a small, reassuring smile. “It’s alright to rest when you need to. Even angels need time to recharge.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, a light touch that sent a warmth through you. “Why don’t you take a break? I’ll explain the lesson to you later.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected him to notice, let alone offer to help. He had so many students to guide, and yet… he had taken the time to notice you.

“Thank you, Simeon,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled again, a smile so genuine it made your chest tighten. “Anytime, MC. I’m here if you need me.”

It was after that moment that things began to change.

You started looking forward to his lessons, not just for the knowledge he imparted but for the way he made you feel seen. Each time he smiled at you, each time he offered a kind word or a gentle nudge in the right direction, your heart fluttered in a way that felt foreign, yet exhilarating.

And then, there were the little things—moments that seemed insignificant but meant the world to you.

One day, as you carried a precarious stack of books across the library, your wings twitched nervously with the effort. You were determined to manage it on your own, refusing to ask for help.

But as you reached for another book on a high shelf, the stack wobbled dangerously. You gasped, ready to witness a cascade of ancient texts tumbling to the floor—

Only for Simeon to appear beside you, steadying the books with ease.

“Careful,” he said, his tone light and amused. “You don’t need to carry everything on your own.”

You blushed, your fingers brushing his as you adjusted the stack. “I… I thought I could handle it.”

His eyes met yours, warm and patient. “There’s no shame in asking for help, MC. Strength comes in knowing when to rely on others.”

It was such a simple moment, yet it lingered in your mind for days. The way his hand had steadied yours, the way his voice had soothed your flustered nerves—it was enough to make your heart race every time you thought about it.

The annual Starfall Festival was a celebration of light and unity in the Celestial Realm. Angels gathered to watch as countless stars shimmered and danced across the sky, their light illuminating the gardens in a breathtaking display.

You had always loved the festival, but this year, it held a different meaning.

You stood near the edge of the garden, watching the stars with quiet awe, when Simeon appeared beside you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said softly, his gaze fixed on the heavens.

You nodded, stealing a glance at him. “Yes… very beautiful.”

But you weren’t looking at the stars.

He noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“MC,” he said gently, turning to face you. “Is there something on your mind?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. There were so many things you wanted to say—how much you admired him, how his kindness had become the light in your days, how your feelings had grown beyond mere admiration.

But instead, you smiled shyly and shook your head. “No, I’m just… happy to be here.”

His smile in return was soft, understanding. “I’m glad. The Celestial Realm is brighter with you in it.”

Those words stayed with you long after the festival ended, filling your heart with a warmth that refused to fade.

It wasn’t until a quiet afternoon in the study hall that you realized the full extent of your feelings.

You were seated beside Simeon, working through a particularly challenging text. He patiently explained each passage, his voice calm and soothing. Every so often, he would glance at you, offering a smile or a word of encouragement.

And then it happened—he laughed.

A soft, genuine laugh at something you had said, and the sound of it made your heart swell.

In that moment, you knew.

It wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just respect.

It was a crush—a bright, innocent, overwhelming crush on the angel who had been your guide, your mentor, and your light in the vastness of the Celestial Realm.

From that day forward, every glance, every smile, every word from Simeon made your heart flutter. You knew it was complicated, you knew it was something you couldn’t fully express—but for now, it was enough.

Because in the grand halls of the Celestial Realm, amidst the splendor and harmony, Simeon had become the light that guided you.

And maybe, just maybe, that light would always hold a special place in your heart.

But as time passed, the weight of your emotions grew harder to carry. The once-innocent crush blossomed into something deeper, something you could no longer ignore. His every gesture—the way he steadied you when you faltered, the quiet moments shared during celestial lessons, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at you—only strengthened the feelings you fought to suppress.

Until one day, you could no longer hold it in.

The grand halls of the Celestial Realm were as radiant as ever, bathed in golden light that seemed to come from the very heavens. The walls shimmered with divine energy, and the air was filled with a gentle hum of celestial harmony. It was perfect, serene—everything an angel could ever hope for.

And yet, your heart raced for a reason far removed from the splendor of your surroundings.

Simeon.

He walked ahead of you, his white and gold robes flowing gracefully behind him, every movement serene, deliberate, and mesmerizing. You weren’t just an angel; you were one of his students, carefully guided under his tutelage in matters of divine law, diplomacy, and the subtle art of compassion.

But lately… your admiration for him had grown into something more.

You didn’t mean for it to happen. He was your teacher, a beacon of wisdom and calm, and centuries older than you—an age gap that stretched beyond comprehension. And yet, each time he spoke with that warm, soothing voice, each time he offered you a gentle smile or placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, your heart fluttered.

It wasn’t fair.

You were an angel, a being of purity and grace. Crushes, infatuations… those were human emotions, things you were supposed to be above. But no matter how many times you reminded yourself of that, it didn’t stop the warmth from creeping into your cheeks when he looked your way.

“MC?” Simeon’s voice, soft and melodic, pulled you from your thoughts. He stood at the end of the corridor, looking back at you with a gentle expression. “Is something troubling you? You’ve been quiet today.”

Your heart skipped. Of course, he noticed. He always noticed.

“Oh! No, nothing’s wrong,” you replied quickly, hurrying to catch up. “Just… lost in thought.”

His smile was kind, but there was a knowing glint in his eyes. “I see. Well, don’t let those thoughts weigh too heavily on you. The Celestial Realm is vast, but it’s easy to feel burdened by things left unspoken.”

Your breath caught. Was he… did he know?

“Simeon,” you blurted out, the words escaping before you could stop them. “Have you ever… felt something you weren’t supposed to feel?”

The question hung in the air, delicate and fragile.

Simeon’s gaze softened, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—understanding, perhaps, or something deeper. He gestured toward a nearby balcony, where the light of the Celestial Realm poured in like liquid gold.

“Come,” he said gently. “Let’s talk.”

You followed him, the cool celestial breeze brushing against your skin as you stepped onto the balcony. Below, the endless expanse of the Celestial Garden stretched out, its flowers blooming in perfect harmony with the divine light.

Simeon leaned against the marble railing, his hands folded in front of him. “The feelings you speak of… they’re not uncommon. Even for angels.”

Your eyes widened. “They’re not?”

He smiled softly. “No. We may be beings of light and grace, but we are not immune to the complexities of emotion. Admiration, affection, even longing—they are a part of our experience, just as they are for mortals.”

Hearing him say it made your heart swell with both hope and fear. “Then… is it wrong?”

Simeon looked at you for a long moment, as if weighing his words carefully. “No, it’s not wrong. But it can be… complicated.”

The hope in your chest faltered. “Complicated?”

He nodded. “We have roles, responsibilities. Boundaries that are meant to guide us, to keep us from losing sight of our purpose.” He paused, his gaze gentle but unwavering. “And sometimes, those boundaries mean making difficult choices.”

You understood what he was saying, but you weren’t ready to let go—not yet. “Simeon… I admire you. I’ve admired you for so long. And it’s more than just admiration.”

The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and raw. You couldn’t meet his gaze, afraid of what you might see there.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Simeon spoke, his voice as gentle as ever. “MC… I’ve known.”

Your heart skipped. He had known all along.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he continued softly. “The way your eyes light up when I speak, the way your presence changes when we’re alone.” He took a step closer, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “You have a beautiful heart, one filled with kindness and light. And I am honored by your feelings.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “Then… why can’t we—”

He gently squeezed your shoulder, a silent comfort. “Because I am your mentor. Your guide. My duty is to help you grow, to see you become the angel you were meant to be. If I were to step beyond that boundary… I would risk compromising your path, and my own.”

The words were kind, but they cut deep. You knew he was right. His position, his age, the expectations placed upon both of you—it was a chasm too wide to cross.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to make things difficult.”

Simeon shook his head, his expression filled with compassion. “You have nothing to apologize for. Your feelings are a testament to your heart. But sometimes, love means letting go, even when it’s hard.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Simeon reached out, gently wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. “You are strong, MC. Stronger than you realize. And one day, you will find a love that is meant for you—a love that can exist without boundaries.”

You looked up at him, your heart aching but filled with a bittersweet sense of closure. “Thank you, Simeon. For everything.”

He smiled, a warmth that wrapped around you like a gentle embrace. “You will always have a special place in my heart, MC. And I will always be here for you, as your mentor, your guide, and your friend.”

The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the light of the Celestial Realm surrounding you both. It wasn’t the ending you had hoped for, but it was an ending filled with understanding, respect, and a quiet, enduring affection.

As you walked away from the balcony, your heart heavy but hopeful, you knew that you would carry Simeon’s words with you. And in time, you would find your own path—a path that would lead you to a love meant to flourish, not confined by boundaries, but free to grow

[janumun]

NSFW Alphabet (Obey Me Simeon)

Rated: NSFW/18+ (please proceed at your own discretion)

Author’s Notes: Juno, hi! Never any shame in simping for the goodest angel placed among us. Thank you for asking for him and for being so patient! I’ve picked five NSFW alphabets here for Simeon, I hope you will see this and enjoy @living-in-the-state-of-dreaming 🙇🏽‍♀️♡

Also tagging @reallyfuckedupsmalldragon as requested!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the two of you have finished and have had the time to catch your breath, Simeon skims a line of gentle kisses along your jaw, your neck. Bodies entwined and close as he holds you in his embrace. Before he lets go at last, to get you a soft, clean towel, prepared well beforehand. Tracing it down the length of your body with care and affection so delicate, you almost croon in joy. If you insist on cleaning him up in turn, he seats himself, obedient. Back to you as you wipe down the curve of his beautiful body. Sessions like these often turning to laughter and kisses exchanged, sweeping soft cloth at each other until you’re both tangled into the sheets and feeling each other in an airy, sweet exchange of kisses.

Simeon also often keeps a pot of a certain, soothing blend of tea ready for your post coital needs. A recipe of the heavens, he claims, it is known for its comforting flavor and properties. Creamy on the tongue and a dash of fresh herbs, with a hint of bitter, but that you suspect is due to your Simeon’s own touch of expertise in the kitchen. You find it truly does help, however, when he utters a short incantation to warm up two cups of tea and settles himself against you for your moment of peace.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)/ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Simeon hasn’t really shared any meaningful romantic relationships over his years, despite several centuries spent at Michael’s side. There's never been quite one he connected with, to such a spiritually deep degree, as he has with you. Most of his time spent on dealing with affairs within the Heavens and ensuring a smooth process for his fellows, countless centuries spent only for the betterment and happiness of his people.

Simeon is the kind to fall in love with a person’s soul, and yours is the one he found true comfort in after all this time. Before you, there wasn’t exactly a need to be with someone. He does not harbor any regrets from his time in the Heavens, time spent on his own. But with you, it does feel as if there’s part of him you complete with your own, when the two of you are together and one. And he wants to exhibit those feelings for you, with his entire being.

As such, he’s never really felt the need to relieve himself sexually, never felt the desire to perform acts that would not only bring one pleasure but leave one with child, if so desired. But with you...

You almost have to wonder if all angels are so... incredibly gifted in their abundance of semen, or if it’s just your Simeon who’s so incredibly wonderful, he leaves you pleasantly aching and so very full each time, you feel his release leaking from you, against your thighs and onto the sheets beneath with the slow withdrawal of him from your depths. So much of it, it leaves you flushed each time you feel the audible slosh of him inside and released from you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)/P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc)

Simeon is an incredibly passionate and adoring lover; none before have treated or handled you with as much care and devotion as Simeon puts into your love-making. And that’s exactly what he does; makes love to you, in the rawest, truest sense of the word.

Each garment he relieves you of, followed by a gentle flitter of kisses across the exposed patch of skin. Murmuring praise and love onto your flesh until you’re positively alight with happiness and pleasure. A flurry of kisses; mouths meeting and parting in soft, hushed laughter and private whispers. Hands cradled and entwined through the other’s, bodies pressed against each other, as he moves within you, slow and deep. So very weaved into each other, you feel every part of him, as if he sears his own brand of love against you with each roll of his hips.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[fridayth13]

Hi! Can I request one of my favorite tropes: getting caught in the rain with Simeon and Diavolo?

—when you get caught in the rain

↳ diavolo and simeon × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff | wordcount: 400+ | warnings: physical touch, playing in the rain (simeon)

↳ notes: sorry this took so long hdshkfdjdfhj but hi, thank you for the rq ^^ it was really fun once i actually got around to it hgdgjgdhhdh

—diavolo: he gives you his jacket

"....oh dear."

he only wanted to walk you home :(

diavolo had worked tirelessly for the past week to get all his paperwork done so he could see you

this just happened to be the lucky day he finished early and found you before you left rad

well. it was lucky

and he supposed it still was.. besides the rain

really, he didn't mind so long as he got to be in your company.. but he wasn't entirely sure if you felt the same

you seemed to notice the disappointment on his face

"hey, it's alright. let's go find a cafe to take cover in for now. how about it?"

it was amazing how you could do that so easily, he couldn't help but think. you just seemed to take bad situations and make them better wherever you went

the smile that appeared on his face as he looked at you comes easily

diavolo chuckled to himself, quickly shrugging off his jacket as the rain started to grow a little heavier

he placed the jacket around you, pulling the collar over your head to cover you

his large hand finds the small of your back as he briskly walks you towards town

"that would be delightful, mc."

and now you have a happy diavolo <3

—simeon : he asks you to dance

well, simeon can't say he expected this, but he isn't too bothered

"rain certainly has its own timing, doesn't it?"

you and simeon found yourself stranded under a bus stop on the way to the library for a study session

thankfully, you didn't seem too perturbed about the situation either

"i used to want to play in the rain as a kid"

simeon smiled. "oh?"

"yeah.. i mean, who doesn't? seems like it'd be fun."

simeon hummed in agreement. then you watched as his expression lit up. the angel only laughs when you raise an eyebrow at his demeanor

"aha.. don't worry, don't worry. i just had an idea, is all."

"oh. what is it?"

"depends. do you still want to go out dancing in the rain?"

most angelic blessings don't really work on himself, but simeon was happy to give you a temporary shielding halo to act as a mini-umbrella

though simeon didn't quite enjoy his clothes sticking to his skin with the rainwater, he found that the excitement in your eyes was more than worth it

especially as he took your hand in his and pulled you into a twirl

why, he was so enamored with you, he couldn't bear to hide his delight when you decided to twirl him back right after

dividers from @clutteredfun

[ironicallyyn]

The accuracy-!?

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Ignoring Them

Lucifer

"How childish. They'll have forgotten by the end of the day."

By the end of the day, however, Lucifer has reached his fucking limit. But his pride will not only prevent him from begging you to knock it off-- it will prevent him from even acknowledging in your presence that he is remotely bothered.

He probably goes to vent to Diavolo -- that is to say, visit him for tea and offhandedly comment about your immaturity for pulling such a stunt, knowing that he'll just contact you and beg for him.

Mammon

"Oh no you don't! MC! MC! MC! MC! MC! Hey! MC! MC! Hey! MC!"

He will follow you wherever you go. At first he thinks he's hilarious, being an absolute pain in the ass, but the longer it goes on, the more dejected he gets. His energy level tanks and soon he's just lying on top of the nearest piece of furniture and whining for you to stop it.

If you manage to get him off of you long enough to escape him, he will just text you.

Mammon: MC Mammon: MC Mammon: Hey MC Mammon: Hey Mammon: MC

If you block him, he will just text someone else until that person becomes so annoyed that THEY beg you to stop.

When you finally give in, he pretends like he didn't even care that much. It was just a little joke between pals, right? Haha!

Leviathan

"So this is how easy it is for you to just toss me aside like a piece of garbage."

Levi will take this extremely personally. Depending on why you're ignoring him, he might blame himself and enter a spiral of self-hate. He'll hole up in his room, refusing to leave until you finally come in and either apologize or forgive him, whichever is appropriate.

He'll spend a few moody minutes acting like it's too late for that, but soon he'll be on the verge of tears, making you to swear on a copy of The Tale of the Seven Lords that you will never pull that kind of thing again.

Satan

"Really? Is this what it's come to? You understand how pathetic this makes you look, don't you?"

Like Lucifer, he won't be too bothered at first, assuming you'll get over things relatively soon. But if nothing has changed within an hour or two, he'll start to get testy. He'll send a text, sit in the same room as you and stare a hole through your head, and if you're still ignoring him after a while of that, he'll storm up to his room.

Depending on how emotionally charged the incident was that led to you ignoring him, he will be more or less capable of fending off an explosion of temper. Most likely, any acknowledgement you toss his way will ease the tension, so it might be a good idea to just shoot him a text asking him not to destroy the house, please.

Asmodeus

"But it's impossible to ignore me! You can't look away from a face like mine! See?"

I don't think you can ignore Asmo. Being the literal Avatar of Lust with powers to charm and an intense need to be admired and adored, he simply exudes an aura that demands attention. You should probably come up with a different strategy of attack.

Beelzebub

"...Are you mad at me?"

Why would you do that to him? How could you be so cruel?

If you did do it, it would probably confuse and sadden him. Confusion and sorrow both make him feel hungry, so he will go ahead and start eating his feelings within an hour of the silent treatment. Even if you're content to allow this to continue, the other six demons in the house aren't, and you will ultimately have no choice but to make up with Beel.

Belphegor

belphie.exe has stopped responding

Considering you'd already forgiven him for the whole murder thing, he can't comprehend how you've become so mad at him that you'd go so far as to give him the cold shoulder. He won't know how to respond at first, but he will quickly become an angry, sulky ball curled up under the blankets on his bed. If it takes more than a few hours for you to come crawling back to him, things will start to change. Belphie will return to the common areas of the house, acting mostly the same as usual, and he will not spare you a second glance. Even if you stop ignoring him, well, two can play this game, and Belphie is absolutely petty enough to drag this one out.

After a day or two of you trying to talk to him, he'll relent. He'll feel kind of guilty, having worked through most of his anger while ignoring you. He'll probably text you a lot for the next day or two, just to ease some of his anxieties.

Diavolo

"I don't understand."

You can't do that. That's illegal. Next character.

Barbatos

"Hehe. What a troublemaker."

Barbatos likes it when you ignore him sometimes.

Barbatos will not change his behavior at all, ever. You could spend the rest of your life ignoring him, and he would simply accept it as one of those unfortunate circumstances life sometimes throws his way. He would prefer it if things didn't go down that way, though. Basically, he'll let you come to him whenever you've gotten over whatever it is you're upset about. What a king.

Solomon

"Hmm? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Solomon will act pretty much the same as usual around you too. He'll point out that you're ignoring him to whoever else happens to be around and bemoan the situation, but he won't actively appeal to you. Instead, he'll orchestrate a scenario that traps you in a situation where he is the only person you can go to for help. As soon as you do that, he'll act as if nothing ever happened. If you resume the silent treatment, well, he can always come up with another scenario.

Are you still sure it's a good idea?

Simeon

"I didn't realize you were so upset. I'm sorry (that/if) I hurt you."

Simeon will either immediately understand why you are doing this, in which case he will apologize (using "that") or he will have absolutely no idea what's going on, and he'll still apologize (using "if") to be on the safe side.

If you don't show any signs of breaking, he'll enlist Luke's help to make you an apology dessert of some sort. And how can you stay mad at him when he's offering you angel food cake with such a sad expression?

Luke

😧😠😣🥺😢

Wh- Whaaa...?! How dare you ignore him! That's so mean! It must be all the demonic influences rubbing off on you! Stop it! Stop it or he's going to tell Simeon!

And then he'll go and tell Simeon. Simeon will probably tell him to just wait until you've calmed down. If he thinks you're being unreasonable, though, he'll probably have a talk with you himself. Really? Pulling the silent treatment on an actual child? Sure, he's a millennium old, but he's still a child.

[squeakyducky]

I hate replaced!au so much(they break my heart 💔💔) that I want to see a prompt where that new one that was supposed to 'replace' MC, fails so miserably while trying to take their place. Think about it, imagine it. Wouldn't it be funny? If anything like this happens in canon, it's gonna go like this I am sure.

R/n : *coquettishly trip on air in front of Lucifer*

Lucifer : *raises a brow and continues his walk, ignoring them*

I actually want to see a fic like this. If this kind of fic already exists, kindly please tag me 🙏🙏 if there isn't then, writers pls kindly take this idea of mine and do your magic 🤭 don't forget to tag me tho— I wanna read it.

[leviathans-watching]

omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[zephyrchama]

Simeon had his back against your chest and his hands neatly folded together. They were so tense that you could spy his fingertips pale with strain as they dug into his knuckles.

On the contrary, you were relaxed. You leaned against the couch arm, an angel in your lap, busy running your fingers through his hair. Hair that was as thick and fluffy as down feathers. Each individual strand would hover in the air for a second after your hand combed through it before gravity took over and it fell back against his scalp.

Simeon clawed at his tie, loosened the knot, and pulled it half-open. The tie slid over his shirt and draped down the side of the couch. He glanced up at you with pure blue eyes for an instant, only to squeeze them shut right after. "I don't think I can hold myself back if you keep doing that."

The crown of Simeon's head was especially sensitive. You'd go slow, caressing it back and forth. Tamping his hair down then scooping it up again. Repeating this over and over to feel Simeon tense up against your legs.

"There, there," you comforted him with a series of small pats. "Why are you holding back?"

Face fully flushed, Simeon reopened his eyes and lifted his chin to meet your eyes once more. You felt his taut shoulders soften. You swept aside his bangs with your pinky and traced the contour of his face down past his ear.

"...good point," Simeon relented. "I'm not used to being spoiled."

Gently, he rolled over, burying his face into your upper stomach. Washing himself in your scent while you enveloped your hands in his. Simeon curled his arms around your waist and grabbed hold of your lower back.

Upon planting a row of kisses along the part in his hair, you could feel his smile and a light, breathy laugh.

"I'm happy, but don't you think you're spoiling me too much?" he asked. Simeon's fingers stroked your back. Each time you passed over a certain sweet spot on his head, he gave your shirt a little tug.

"Did you want me to stop?" You had no real intention of stopping. As long as Simeon was on top of you, you were staying rooted to the couch.

He rubbed his forehead against you. "No, but I did hope you would ruffle my hair again."

A rare request from Simeon himself couldn't possibly be ignored. You gladly tousled his hair into a messy state, all to be gradually combed out over the next few minutes. "That's all you want? You know, you can be more greedy."

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Solomon:*glares at Simeon*

Simeon: Well, sorry I have morals!

[omnomnb]

hey guys i've been thinking (bad sign)

anyway. you COULD totally just slap them all in the middle and it'd work but i've chosen contemplation so here are my elaborations. obvs take a grain of salt with the undateables since we still don't know them as well

i will kill for you

barbatos and satan are confident enough in how far they're willing to go to keep you safe that the idea of them needing to die for you doesn't come up

belphie has to stay alive for beel

asmo does not want to die

all of the above are decent at taking care of themselves already (but will try harder for you if need be)

i will die for you

literally look at how undyingly loyal mephisto is to the royal family. to him it is noble to die for those you love and that is an ideal engraved in his bones

mammon does not think before acting and his first priority is always your safety rather than eliminating the threat. he doesn't think to retaliate against a blow, he only tries to take it for you

i will kill for you and die for you

raphael and beel are/were both warriors and protectors and unflinchingly ready to shed blood for their loved ones

raphael leans more to kill and beel leans more to die though. lol

i will kill for you and take care of myself for you

diavolo has to stay alive for the sake of the devildom, but he's willing to crush heads if it comes to it

thirteen walks with death and while it won't take her, she can ask it favours. the walk is lonely and she will let you join her on the path (and maybe even,,, hold your hand 😳)

i will die for you and take care of myself for you

levi isn't incapable of sending forth floods on your behalf but he's liable to impulsively think that the only thing he can do is die so that you'll at least remember him as heroic (and then remind himself that you already do)

i will kill for you, die for you, and take care of myself for you

lucifer's ego is simultaneously through the roof and six feet under. he's the best and also the worst and he'll do whatever it takes in any situation

solomon has very little that personally attaches him to this world that isn't a greater loyalty to his realm in general so he's willing to do just about anything. but also you soothe him and make his long life worth it because he met you

simeon was apparently 100% willing to risk falling for you even in s2, before he was romanceable, so he's the one whose love really transcends time. he'll both worship and disgrace himself for you without a second thought. also you make him forget his catholic guilt

[another-lost-mc]

can you do simeon x afab!reader who is feeling down because she is insecure about big chest and being Sexualized because of it? it doesn't need to be long just small comfort

😭😭😭 I hope this meets all your expectations. Nobody deserves to be treated like that.

The Way You Are | SIMEON x afab!Reader 0.8k words | SFW | Hurt & Comfort Content warnings: Reader has breasts but pronouns used are gender-neutral. Implied bullying/slut-shaming, low self-esteem.

You're nervous when Simeon's face lights up with excitement after you mention that you want to shop for some new clothes. You don't hate clothes shopping, but you don't like it either. It's more of an inconvenience you force yourself to endure when your wardrobe needs a refresh or - like today - Asmo gives you a gift card for Majolish and insists you'll look great in this season's new offerings.

Simeon doesn't normally accompany you for clothes shopping. It's hard not to get swept up in his enthusiasm when he looks through the clothes racks at all the different styles and colours available.

He knows you're looking for a new top today, and he's holding out something he's found for you to try. "This colour would look stunning on you," he says happily. You add it to the handful of shirts draped over your arm, and when you're happy with your selections, you head into the changeroom area and slip behind one of the curtains.

You try on Simeon's shirt because his taste (in most things) is usually excellent. You slip the shirt over your head and stare at your reflection. He's right, the colour is lovely on you, but---

"How are things going in there?" his hushed voice asks from the other side of the curtain. "Did you try on that shirt I picked? I'd love to see it when you do."

You fiddle with the hem of the shirt and look away from your reflection. "I don't think it's the right fit for me," you say, but your voice wavers and he must notice something's wrong when you hear him stand up and move closer.

When he speaks, his voice is lower, but clearer, and you know he's just on the other side of the privacy curtain. "Can I come in?"

You wrap your arms around your belly and invite him in. He peeks inside the change room first to make sure you're decent, and then he slips inside. He sits on on the courtesy bench across from the mirror and gives you an obvious once-over.

"I knew that colour would be perfect for you," he sighs, and he sounds so fond that it makes it that much harder not to burst into tears.

"I can't wear shirts like this," you mutter bitterly, and he looks confused.

Simeon still looks confused. "I don't understand," he says slowly.

He's frowning like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. You drop your arms and point to your breasts. "See?!"

He startles, and his cheeks darken a tinge when he's not sure whether or not he should look. "Yes, your - I mean, they look lovely?"

You rub at your eyes warily. "The shirt is too tight and makes them look big."

Simeon coughs like he's trying not to laugh. "Well, my love, they're...the size they are, but I don't understand why that's a bad thing?"

You sniffle because you know Simeon is genuinely trying to understand you, and even in his confusion he's still so sweet. "Maybe it's a human world thing, but where I come from, people are judged by the way they look. And when you have...a large chest, like mine...people can be mean about it, or they make me feel bad, or make disgusting comments about my body." Your curl in on yourself and close you eyes. "It's hard not to hate myself when other people seem to hate me too."

He stands up and wraps his arms around you, and when your lean against his chest, he holds you tight against him. "That sounds like a human world problem, not a you problem," he says quietly as he nuzzles his cheek against you. "There's nothing wrong with the way you are." He knows you have a lot of insecurities about your appearance, and he knows his honest praise isn't enough to undo whatever pain you've experienced in the past.

After a few minutes of quiet comfort in each other's arms, he pulls back to look at you properly. "I do think that looks nice on you, but I don't want you to buy something you feel uncomfortable wearing." He wipes a stray tear from your lash line. "The only question that matters is, do you like it?"

You try to think objectively about the shirt, and how soft it feels against your skin, and the way the tapered hem flatters your waist and hips. It's not too tight around your belly either.

"I think I do like it, but I'm still not sure." You can't lie about the uncertainty you feel. You're worried that you might buy it today and lose the nerve to wear it later, letting it remain forgotten in your closet until you eventually toss it or give it away.

"I'm sure we can find something you like even more in this colour while you think about it, then." Simeon pulls the curtain back, but he pauses and glances at you over his shoulder before he leaves. "You're lovely the way you are, and I'll always be here to remind you of that."

[solomiracle]

hugging luke!! ft. solomon and simeon's normal reactions!

(swd 64-2)

[taifenggg]

Lovestruck[Dateables]

Things the dateables do because they’re simps for you

CW: none

Characters: GN!Reader(no pronouns specified), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Authors Notes: requests are open atm! dont be afraid to send something my way, just be sure to read the rules first!

[Brothers Here]

Diavolo [👐💗]

He always thinks about you and acts on impulse because of it

“Barbatos, I saw them eyeing a few things last time I went out with them. I've compiled a list so would you mind procuring everything that you can?" Barbatos nodded, "Yes my lord, but if I may, what's the occasion?" Despite saying this, Barbatos knew full well that there was no special occasion, but decided to humor Diavolo.

"Oh! Nothing in particular, I just felt like it," he chuckled softly, a faint flush on his face. Barbatos shook his head slightly, the edges of his lips threatening to curl upwards into a knowing smile. Diavolo started fiddling with his hands, staring at his phone anxiously. Everytime it would vibrate his head would shoot up and his hand would reach over, only for his head to droop slightly, seeing as how it wasn't a message from you.

"Young Master, seeing as how you can't seem to focus on your paperwork, perhaps it's best that we should continue this later? You seem rather antsy," Barbatos pressed a hand to the top of the stack of papers before Diavolo, a knowing smile on his face. Diavolo's face lit up realizing that Barbatos was releasing him to leave, to be able to see you. "Perhaps we should," he pushes back his seat standing up. "Barbatos, I'm going out for a bit, keep an eye on the castle while I'm away." And without another word, he bolts out of his office.

Barbatos chuckles softly watching him race off, neatly stacking the scattered paperwork into a pile.

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

He’s not afraid to show his most vulnerable sides to you

"Well this is a sight to behold."

Barbatos looks up from the kitchen counter, a soft smile on his face. You find you mouth hanging open slightly as you stare at him. Even while working in the kitchen, Barbatos seems refined as ever, sleeves neatly rolled up showing off his forearms, and an apron tied around his waist. You quickly avert your gaze, suddenly taking interest in the wall, feeling your face grow warm. Barbatos only smiles at you, gesturing for you to come closer. As you approach him, he holds a spoon in his hand, “Here, have a taste and tell me what you think.”

Tentatively taking the spoon from him, you lick it, your eyes lighting up. “This is great! Is this what you’re making?” You look down at what he’s created. “I took some inspiration from the human world and decided to try my hand at making...crème brulée? How is it?” He stares at you, eager to hear your feedback. “It’s perfect,” you grin, shooting him a thumbs up giving him your approval. Your smile soon turns into a slight frown, Barbatos gives you a puzzled glance, “Is something the matter?”

“Your eyes...Barbatos, have you been overworking yourself?” a hand reaches up to cup his face, rubbing his cheek. Barbatos stiffens slightly from your touch, unaccustomed to the feeling of someone touching him so....intimately. Usually, he would have smacked away the hand caressing at him, but instead his eyes soften, and his hand reaches up to hold yours in his. “I will be fine, please do not worry,” he laughs softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest from your concern over him. You shook your head, pouting at him, “I should talk to Diavolo about lightening the amount of work you’ve taken on recently, he’ll understand.” You pull away from him and Barbatos finds himself craving the warmth of your hands once more. He reaches out to you, pulling you back close to him, “No, that’s quite alright, although, thank you for your concern.” You sigh softly, turning around, “Then you have to promise me that you’ll get some rest. Please?” you give him the best puppy dog eyes that you can muster, and Barbatos’ resolve wavers. 

“Very well, but at the very least, allow me to put the dessert into the fridge before it spoils.”

Solomon [🪄🤍]

He’s always looking out for you and your well-being

“Careful MC, watch your step, the footing here is uneven,” Solomon holds a hand out to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s not that bad,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, but despite what you said you still took his hand holding it in yours. His hands, seem to mold into yours, his fingers wrapping around yours. “Got you,” he chuckled softly, “Now I’m never going to let you go.” You push him lightly, laughing softly as you squeeze his hand in yours. Solomon’s grip on you is firm, and provides you with a sense of comfort as the two of you stroll through the bustling streets of the Devildom. You stare at all of the shops, a grin on your face as you pull Solomon along, pointing out the things that you find of interest. 

Suddenly Solomon tugs you to the side and out of the way of a few demons, racing through the streets. He shields you with his body holding you close. Once they pass by, he looks stares at you affection in his gaze, “Are you alright? They pushed by pretty quickly.” His voice is soft as he continues staring at you. “I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. "Well there's more where that came from," he smiled, teasing you lightly, leaning in. You laugh softly, pushing him gently. Solomon only laughs, pulling away from you but not before, intertwining his fingers in with yours.

"Stay close to me alright? No harm should befall you as long as you stick by my side."

Simeon [🥞🩵]

He’s always there to lend a shoulder to you

"MC? What’s the matter?” a frown mars his pretty face as he leans over you, concern in his gaze. You turn to look at him from your position on the railing overlooking the vast expanse of the Devildom. You sniffled, wiping your face, trying to make yourself appear more presentable, “Ah Simeon! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, I just wanted some fresh air.” Simeon approaches you, worry still written all over his face. His hand reaches up to cup your face which causes you to stiffen from his touch.

“Have you been crying?” he murmurs, his brow creasing as he stared at you. “Huh? I....” you tear your face away from his hand, staring at the floor finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “No I just...like I said, I wanted fresh air,” you let out a shuddering gasp to try and recollect yourself. “MC...look at me,” Simeon lifts your face, fingers gently holding onto your chin. “You can talk to me alright?” To see you on the verge of tears like this, Simeon felt his heart ache, wondering how he could resolve this and console you. 

Your breathing quickened as you stared at him feeling your body shake and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your arms found their way around his torso, clinging to him, your face buried into the crook of his neck for comfort. He emanates warmth, hands gently caressing your back, holding onto you. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” his voice murmurs from above you, and you can feel the steady rising and falling of his body. 

You continue holding onto him, until you feel that you’re ready to speak. You pull your face away from him, biting your lip. “Sorry...I’m just....I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately so I just wanted some time to myself, and then I couldn’t help myself, I guess I just started crying.” You grimace slightly, turning away from him. “MC...it’s okay to feel these things, there’s nothing to be ashamed about, I mean we can’t always control out emotions and that’s alright.” You feel yourself on the verge of tearing up once more but you force it back, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just suddenly spring this on you.”

Simeon smiles softly, his hands squeezing your sides comfortingly. “My dear MC, there’s nothing you need to apologize for alright? You’re already doing great, and I will ensure that I will always be by your side to give you encouragement should you need it.”

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