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Solomon: Hey guys I'm here to pick up MC today, are they done helping you sort your daily chaos?

Satan: You're rather late. Their designated time to leave is 2 hours ago.

Solomon: Wait...MC changed their hours? Since when?

Belphegor: Since you went on that Ocean trip or whatever.

Lucifer: But MC did say it's only a temporary thing and they seemed really occupied with something so we eventually allowed it...

Asmo: Yeah but we were so not happy about it! Just what happened on that trip, Solomon?!

Solomon: But if MC left for home then I should have seen them on the way...

Leviathan: Lol ask Mammon where they are, he's constantly stalking MC.

Mammon: Am not, ya liar!

Solomon: I see you have decidedly ignored the last conversation we had regarding MC.

Mammon: Damnit he's back with that creepy smile again!

Solomon: Which way did MC go, Mammon?

Mammon: Jeez overprotective much!? MC can handle themself you know-

Solomon: Mammon.

Mammon: Jeez okay okay, they just walk by the Devildom beach practicing some sort of water magic with the ocean I don't know! But I assure MC is fine! Also don't tell I told you please!

Solomon: The ocean...

Solomon: There you are, MC.

MC: I- How did you- Who snitched on me?!

Solomon: I'm sorry I promised not to reveal his identity.

MC: Damnit Mammon.

Solomon: Ahaha looks like me not revealing it didn't help at all. So...what is it you're doing here, hmm?

Solomon: ...why?

MC: Remember when you told me your magic had potent destruction and attack powers useful in battle...

MC: I started training my powers to make strong shields and better healing.

Solomon: Yes..

MC: Well after what you told me on that trip, I'm...trying to get the Ocean's blessing.

Solomon: ....

MC: I know you cant get rid of your curse and I know you have enough magic to not care about it anymore...but that trip was the first time I'd seen you... afraid. I hated it.

MC: So I'm trying to restore and help with anything that's broken or cursed in there. A lot of fish helped bring random artefacts to the shore which I have been working on...and I finally got the blessing today.

MC: So no you longer have to be afraid or even uncertain down there.

Solomon: ...you turn my shortcomings...into your strengths?

MC: I aim to be your perfect complement when it comes to magic. So that if we ever have to fight - we'll have all bases covered. And nothing can pose a threat to us.

Solomon: *hugs them tight* And I thought I was supposed to be protecting you, MC.

MC: *smiles* The protector needs to be protected too.

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Witch: Alright here's your offer Mammon. 10 million Grimm

Mammon: WHAT? That much really? I'll definitely do it!

Witch: You might want to hear me out first. 10 million Grimm for MC's soul.

Mammon: ....

Mammon: I'll make sure Cerebus eats y'all for breakfast.

MC: What? And you didn't take the money?!

Mammon: Hey you really expect me to hurt you over some Grimm?

MC: No you could have taken an advance payment of half the money and then killed the witches!

Solomon: Pro tip also try and observe where they are bringing the money from, track the vaults and loot it later to get full amount.

Mammon: ...why do you both sound like you've done it way too many times before?

Solomon: Do you know just how many people want both MC and my souls? I think there's currently a bidding war going on too.

Mammon: I-

MC: And that's why we never run out of money.

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YES. YES. 100% YES.

ALL FACTS.

Solomon: As a human--

Lucifer: *scoffs* Human?

Mammon: I don't think you count as a human anymore, dude.

MC: Stop!

Satan: Huh?

MC: Stop saying Sol isn't human. 😑

Asmo: Hun, come on. He's an incredibly powerful sorcerer who's immortal and has 72 demons under his control--

MC: My ancestor was a fallen angel.

Belphie: How does that--

MC: When I went to the Celestial Realm in the past you guys couldn't tell that I wasn't an angel. And when I went back in time in the Devildom you idiots didn't even consider the fact that I could've not been a demon.

Levi: Uh--

MC: Whenever we get in some sort of trouble and end up cursed or hit a weird spell it rarely ever affects me even though the magic works on everyone else: demon, human, or angel.

Mammon: Okay, that's a good point but--

MC: When I first got here Lou put a spell in the attic so a human wouldn't be able to see Belphie even if they got up there. I went to the attic and I was still able to see him.

Everyone: ...

MC: 😑

MC: If you wanna dismiss Sol's humanity because he's "unusual" compared to the average human, you'll have to dismiss mine too.

Beel: I think MC is right here...

MC: Thank you, BB.

MC: Now c'mon Old Magic Man, let's go. *grabs Sol and leaves*

Everyone: ...

Satan: ...MC has really become rather protective over Solomon ever since they came back, huh?

Lucifer: Yes, they have...

Mammon: I don't like that.

Asmo: Well, I think it's sweet.

Levi: Guys, I think we're focusing on the wrong thing here--

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The way I literally went:

*MC and Solomon's wedding*

The wedding officiant: It's time to read your vows.

Solomon: Ah, finally. The time has come. *pulls out a sheet of paper and blows the dust collected on it*

MC: ...

The wedding officiant and the guests: *ended up laughing*

MC: How long have you been keeping that?

Solomon: Since we met.

MC: ...

MC: I feel guilty for making you wait.

Solomon: *chuckles* All is fine now. After this day, you are officially mine.

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Oh my god, he's so perfectly pocket sized.

Smolomon

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NO WHY DO I LOVE THIS 😭😭😭😭😭

solomon: oh noooo mc :(((( looks like my spell backfired and the only way to reverse it is by kissing me 20 times :((( or else we'll be stuck here forever!!!!! oh nooooooooooooo :(

mc: why can you not just ask for kisses like a normal person

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Solomon watches fondly from a distance, as you attempt to stop Mammon and Leviathan's bickering, before a bittersweet smile graces his features. You were so amazing, seamlessly fitting into the Devildom of the past and helping the brothers adjust to their new home with ease.

And he hates it.

It hurts him.

He knows that he never had a stand against all the demon brothers, who could give you the happiness he would be unable to. You considered them your closest loved ones, and would die for them.

He's content, really, with just being by your side.

Oh, but hardly does the solemn sorcerer know, you have been whipped for him ever since he gave you that shady little smile the first time you met at RAD. It was like a little adventure for you; the more people warned you about Solomon, the more insistent the urge to pursue him became.

It was almost as if the longer you watched him, the deeper you fell in love. You could almost see the knowledge of all humanity swimming in those eyes, and yet, sometimes even after that there would be a twinkling curiosity; how could someone who knew so much still yearn to know more?

How could his eyes be as warm as the earth and cool as the ocean at the same time?

You are aware of how Solomon thinks of himself in your eyes; that he doesn't deserve your company, and that he's okay with it.

And that makes you so angry.

You don't know if you want to put the fight back into Solomon; you've seen rare instances where a darkness would flicker behind his eyes, but never directed at you. It both excites and terrifies you.

Solomon enjoys this little charade— pretending you two are married and he relishes in the little shopping trips you two go on, letting his hands brush over yours as you examine a goblin-shaped ceramic mug.

You think you enjoy this even more than he does. It's exhilarating, having an almost-domestic life with him in secret. Solomon, the magic househusband; it sounds more than perfect, and you're thrilled to tell him another secret that he doesn't know yet.

"Let's get married." You fix your gaze on Solomon's hand, imagining what it would be like to slip a ring onto his finger.

A lack of response from the sorcerer makes you look up.

His face is contorted strangely— as if he's blinking back tears and deciding between a frown and a smile. "MC, do not say such things."

Disheartened, you whine. "Why not?"

"You don't understand, we can't get married." Solomon looks like he wants to say something else, but refrains from speaking.

You know what he's thinking. It's not that he doesn't want to, but there's something else stopping him. "Yes we can. We're both human, and we've known each other long enough. And if it wasn't clear before, I am in love with you. Extremely."

"MC…"

"You want this too, don't you Solomon? Why do you hesitate? Do you not feel the same way about me?"

"No!" Solomon interrupts, eyes widening. You can see the sorcerer tearing up, eyes lined with red. "It's not that, it's just…"

You hold both of his hands in yours. "Tell me."

"I wouldn't be able to bear it…I've wanted you for so long it hurts, and I wouldn't be able to stand it when you continue to age and then-"

"Solomon, I'm immortal now."

The sorcerer gives a bitter, cynical laugh. "Please do not toy with my feelings like this, MC." However, he feels something stir within his chest as you continue to look him in the eye, unwavering in your movements.

"Thirteen owed me a favour."

A sob rips itself from Solomon's throat. He doesn't know if it's out of joy, or horror.

What have you done?

You seem to read his mind, because you hold his face in your hands to prevent him from spiraling any further. "I will not outlive my loved ones, especially when my loved ones will live as long as me. I want to stay by your side, Solomon."

And for the first time in centuries, Solomon cries.

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They really released a fucking Solomon card AGAIN when I have 0 pulls. Ah fuck my life. Anyone who has the card please kindly just tell me the summary if you can. No screenshots required, one little para will do. Imma go cry now.

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You'll just be there squirming, sitting on his bed your fingers twitching to touch him. He can barely hold back his mirth.

He'll even offer you to feel him up if you're curious, holding out his bare body for you. Maybe you can help him clean the potion he just spilled on himself?

the second solomon learns of your fascination with his pact marks, he's gonna do everything he can to tease you over it. switch the topic to pacts whenever you're in earshot, wearing clothing that just barely reveals some of the marks on his forearms or chest... he holds back a smile when he notices your ears and eyes perk up, attention all on him.

this is all it takes to get you sneaking glances at him? just some swirls and doodles on his skin? solomon laughs to himself in his room. perhaps he should invite you over for an impromptu magic lesson, and "accidentally" spill a potion all over his shirt, forcing him to take it off in front of you...

...or, he could just be direct and ask you if you would like to see his pact marks, no convoluted teasing plan necessary.

but where's the fun in that?

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Belphie: Is it just me or does Solomon feel more... formidable with MC around?

Levi: I know exactly what you mean! It's like he was already too overpowered before but now he leveled up or got a buff of some sort.

Mammon: Especially when they enter the room together - something feels dangerous! I don't like the effect he has on MC!

Asmo: Ugh it's so true! My charm already didn't work on MC, but two days I go I tried it on Solomon and didn't work on him either!?! Did MC's shield rub off on him!?!!

Lucifer: As long as MC is on good terms with us I don't think it should be a problem. So simply try not to annoy MC too much. For your own sake.

Beel: Solomon's dangerous cooking....*shivers* atleast MC has been protecting us from that!

Satan: Honestly you guys are just ignorant. It's honestly simple to figure them out once you get to know them.

Lucifer: Is that so? Go ahead then enlighten us.

Satan: Though MC has more raw more power than Solomon, they have been training to get better protective and supportive spells than destructive ones.

Satan: Asmo is quite right. MC does indeed have a shielding spell on Solomon permanently. Which will have dangerous consequences if there are too many attempts to charm or curse him - so Asmo. I would suggest not doing that anymore.

Asmo: Eeeek! I don't know whether to be impressed or horrified!

Levi: Wait so about the supportive spells? What do they do? They buff Solomon's power even more?!

Satan: Indeed I have seen them in action and...well...

Belphie: How bad is it?

Satan: If Solomon was strong enough to fight off the entirety of Devildom before...well with MC, he can probably go up against two realms at once and still survive. I mean they literally created two stars out of nothing, in our very own skies.

Mammon: Just how are you so calm after witnessing such power first-hand?!!

Satan: Oh come on, they are loyal friends if you remain on their good side. And we've had loads of pleasant times together.

Beel: So you are just being a good friend and not doing the thing where you get close to someone to deduce their strengths and weaknesses so you would have an advantage in any emergency?

Satan: I...I can do both at the same time!

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Yes. Yes that's exactly what he is.

You're the best love interest ever, Solomon!

(Mammon crashing at Purgatory Hall, he's hiding from Lucifer)

Mammon: If I'm the Guardian Demon and you're the Guardian Angel. Then what does that make you?

[Simeon and Mammon look at Solomon]

Solomon: Why MC's love interest, of course.

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9 days of Solomon: Humanity

TW: Angst, death and slight self harm mention, Hurt/Comfort

"The Human Exchange students who have stolen many Devildom hearts" - the title of the magazine on Solomon's table. He stared lovingly, at the front page where you both posed for a picture, smiling at each other, your arms linked.

Your humanity - that was the one thing that he had sole knowledge of. He walked over to the window, watching you bid goodbye to the brothers who had come to visit Coccytus Hall.

He watches your tense shoulders relax, letting out a sigh of relief, the moment they were out of sight. The smile plastered on your face faltered as you walked into the house.

No more pretense. Now that it was only you and him again. He waited for you in the living room, opening his arms for you. You crashed into him without hesitation, breathing deeply.

"That must have been tiring?" He whispered, stroking your hair.

"Very much." You mumbled.

"Lets have an early dinner and head to bed."

"Solomon...can I sleep with you tonight again?"

"You know my answer will always be yes, MC."

It was going to be one of those nights again. You trembling and sobbing quietly, squeezing his hand with both of yours - after you thought he had fallen asleep.

He remembered the first time you did this, the sinking feeling in his chest, the searing rage in tightened fists, the devastation of seeing his bright and adorable apprentice in such pain.

You were definitely drunk from the human world cocktails you had downed in the bar. Else you would have never opened up.

"Solomon, I wish I could give you my pacts. I don't want them...I don't want anything to do with them... you're so lucky you got to live with the angels...Why couldn't Diavolo send me to Purgatory hall with you...I would have been so happy...I'm so tired of pretending it doesn't hurt..."

You were not happy at HOL with the brothers. That was the first truth bomb of many.

"I cannot stop having nightmares... I'm just a little human stuck among thousand year old celestials and demons...why am I here...I'm just a normal human... I'm *hic*...I'm so small...so insignificant...I just wanted a normal life...why am I here...why...can't I go back to normal..."

Solomon swallowed the growing lump in his throat. The way you smiled so brightly through everything, he forgot what an immense burden this would be for a normal human, how overwhelming all of this must have been for you.

"Noone here actually wants me... they're being nice to me for her...for Lilith...she's been gone for so long...and yet she is so loved...she's so lucky to be so loved...I wish..I really wish I could have that too..."

I do, MC. I love you. I love you for just you. He wanted to hold you tight and keep telling this to you. But he couldn't say it, not until you had let everything out.

"You know when I was dying...all I wanted to say a few goodbyes...I wanted to hug some people I loved...wanted to make some apologies...wanted to say a few thank yous... especially to you...But he didn't let me...he didn't let me...he made it so long and painful...why couldn't he have atleast made it quick...I wouldn't have fought to live if he just told me..."

Guilt pounded at his aching heart. He should have been there. He should have saved you.

"I'm so tired of the lies...Solomon, promise me if you run out of kindness for me one day...if you no longer want me around...please just tell me...I won't mind at all...I will do away with myself peacefully...I will cut off the pacts off my skin and give them to you if you'd like... please don't hurt me like he did...please, I just need one person to hold... without feeling afraid...please be on my side..."

Tears gathered at the corners of Solomon's eyes. When was the last time something has brought him to tears like this? He squeezed the hand you had placed in his.

You cried into his chest again tonight, silently this time. He already knew everything after all. But this time he held you tight, cooing reassurance in your ear, pressing urgent kisses on your head.

"You mean the world to me, MC. I will never hurt you. I don't need anything else...I just want you to be okay. I only want to protect you."

Your sobs were gentle now, softer, as you nuzzled deeper into his loving embrace. "Thank you...Thank you, Solomon."

"I love you, MC." The last thing he whispers just as you fall asleep, barely catching it.

You already knew more about him than anyone else. Noone quite fussed over his health and well-being as much as you. His immortality never made him less human to you. And for that he was eternally grateful.

Though the most of the humanity he vowed to protect didn't accept him - if it included you, he would happily die trying to protect it.

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Solomon sees you. At night he sees the darkness in your eyes when you’re tired from the day and no longer have the strength to shield your feelings from him. He sees how your brightness dims just a little. He touches you briefly, almost imperceptibly, leaving a minuscule dusting of magic behind. Just enough to allow you to rest without burden.

He sees you hard at work, concentration projecting from you like an impenetrable aura. He sees it become malleable as you alternate through solutions to the puzzle at hand. Solidifying again as you reach a moment of revelation, once again fixing a problem you didn’t ask for.

Solomon sees you in the midst of others, all music and sparkles, a little lantern of happiness. Everyone nearby basks in your glow, both feeding it and depleting it at the same time. He sees his own contribution and his own portion taken.

But more than anything, Solomon sees your heart - a tender thing that he wants to hold safe for you. He sees it contract in pain, he sees it swell with pride, and he sees it ache with longing. He sees a loneliness in you that he hates because he recognizes it. He tries to banish that piece of sadness from you, even if it results in his own emptiness. He lets himself stay close to you so you know you’re not alone. Even if it means that when you’re gone, that space by his side will seem larger and deeper than it’s ever been.

Solomon sees you, but even so he never expected you to see him. But you do. He starts to notice when you mingle your magic with his, your fingers brushing against where he had touched you. He notices when you seek him out with your eyes while you think. He notices how you smile at him from between the silhouettes of others. He notices how you take his hand whenever that yawning chasm of loneliness opens up within him.

You and Solomon recognize the humanity in each other, in the midst of demons and angels. No matter what magic may alter you, no matter how many pact marks may cover his skin, the two of you were humans. And that understanding was a comfort both of you would always return to.

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I need to cry, my suicide tendencies are at there peak, can you help me with something with the Obey me brothers?

Like please I want to cry my eyes out

Okay hon, you really need to talk to someone about this okay? Please make sure you're not alone. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. I don't know what's wrong but things always get better...You will get through this. Again please talk to someone and don't isolate yourself okay?

It's been a while since I've received this ask, I apologise deeply for the delay, and I sincerely hope you're feeling better now.

TW: Suicide ideation

Cry Your Heart Out

Lucifer doesn't like the way your eyes look as you sit in on another RAD council meeting. Your mind is far, far away. Like you don't want to be here. He ended the meeting early so you could go home. But you look the same.

"MC." He knocks on your door after dinner. You open the door. Somehow your eyes look worse. His gut screams at him to not leave you alone.

"I feel particularly tired today. Would you like to listen to some music with me?" He asks. You shrug and say, "Sure." You almost seem like you're on autopilot.

He takes you by the hand and leads you down. The music has a strange melancholy that stung your heart. Like it understood you. Like it was screaming your misery out loud. You didn't know when your face flushed red, steaming tears falling off your cheeks. In the next second, you're buried in his chest.

"I- I can't-"

"You don't have to say anything. Just stay here for as long as you want."

❄️

Mammon didn't like the way you were avoiding him. It's not like you were ignoring him, but you seemed so distant. So...disheartened. Why? He couldn't even bring himself to ask.

There was something he dreaded deeply about the answer. Because he'd seen a semblance of those eyes before and it never ended well. And the long rope just resting on your desk brought forth more worry.

"Oi Lucifer, I have a favor to ask." He muttered into his phone. That day, after school, you found him hanging upside down from the ceiling in your room.

"Mammon what-"

"What's wrong with ya lately?"

"Me? I'm fine-"

"I can't get down unless you tell me the truth. These ropes are enchanted and everything! So if you want me out of here, you better spill okay?!"

Why do you care? The question died in your throat. And you spilled tears before words. He was down in seconds, cooing in shock and distress. "Oi, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

But you held on tight to his jacket. He cared. That was all you needed really.

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Leviathan was sitting straighter than usual as you entered his room. Alert and eager. You almost felt bad coming all the way to his room to tell him you don't feel like gaming today. But the console wasn't even plugged.

"Hey Levi-"

"Don't do it. Don't you think about it!" He sounds around. He was trembling, on the brink of crying.

"O-okay I won't say no to gaming with you I'm sorry I didn't know-" You bent down to his level. He caught you offguard, throwing his arms around you.

"You're thinking of leaving again, aren't you?" Levi's voice cracked, muffled in your shoulder. "You're thinking of going away and never coming back."

"Wait...Levi, when did I even say-"

"I thought you were just spending less time with me, I just assumed you finally got tired of me. But then you weren't with my brothers either... you're tired of ALL OF US."

You were tired of yourself, you wanted to reassure him. But he wasn't going to stop wailing anytime soon. In your heart you were just a little bit glad to have someone want you.

"Please don't go... we'll be better. I'll be better. I'll be even better than my brothers! I'll try my best to be! So don't you dare thinking of going anywhere!"

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Satan seemed to be extra wary of you during all the magical classes. Potions, Charms, Curses and hexes - everywhere the demon of Wrath followed even tricking teachers if he needed to.

"I'm not trying skip my classes or anything, Satan." You said one day, turning to look at him. It was the last class of the day and everyone had left the room except the two of you.

"What I'm worried about is much worse than that and you know it, MC. Now let's go home."

He reaches out his hand. You don't take it, just sighing and glancing at the potion on your desk.

"Everyday I wake up hoping that all these bad feelings were a nightmare. But every morning, it's real. I'm tired."

"What is it that worries you so?" He leans down to cup your face, turning your eyes to meet his earnest ones.

"It's a human problem."

"I don't need to be human to understand your pains. Just give it a chance, won't you?"

You left the classroom holding his hand, the vial of the Sleeping Draught potion you'd concocted lay smashed, a mess on the floor. Satan apologized for his clumsiness.

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Asmodeus had the unfortunate timing to barge in the middle of your breakdown. He gasped and fell to the ground watchin you curled up in bed with your eyes red and puffed up.

Immediately on his knees he crawls towards you, his gentle touch nudging you back to some resemblance of reality. "Darling..."

"I'm fine. Just need some more rest." You shook your head and tried to brave a smile. "Need to be alone and relax a bit."

"Oh MC, if it's relaxation you want, there's noone but me that can provide you the best!" He promptly tucked you in the sheets with him.

"Asmo I don't need-"

"Shhh! Give me a chance, won't you? If you don't like within 10 minutes, I'll leave you alone."

You closed your eyes and sighed, wanting to get over it. But then Asmo's fingers ran through your hair, soft and cool, gentle and slow. For once, all the horrible voices in your head fell asleep before you did.

"How do you feel MC?" He coos as he brushes some hair off your forehead. You only murmur in hia name in response, he chuckles and pulls you closer. His heart beats easier seeing you at peace.

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MC: Ooh I love this song the most. Solomon, you have to make sure this plays at my funeral!

Solomon: Sure, if you even have a funeral.

MC: What?

Solomon: What?

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You can't tell me this ain't Solomon and MC 🤣

One of my FAVOURITE ship dynamics to write or read in fics is when two characters are basically already a couple but they just haven't realised it yet. They call each other up at like 3am, they cuddle, they sleep in the same bed, they fall asleep in each other's arms, they hold hands, they practically live together, they talk about having a ~ special connection ~, they just haven't actually kissed or done the do or talked about their feelings yet so they're still both like "but I just don't know if they like me in that way!!"

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He didn't come home. Imma go cry in a corner now. Bye y'all. :')