#monSOLO

[pieground]

I'M CRYING IN 48 FONTS HUHU

Man, I love you so much.

[capriblue]

Obey Me! Part 1 Chibis | Part 1 Icons | Part 2 chibis | Part 2 Icons

[obey-my-headcanons]

Solomon's body is covered in all the 72 pact marks.

HOW THE HECK I FORGOT ABOUT THIS DAMN HEADCANON?! BASICALLY ALL THE FANDOM AGREES THAT'S THE HOTTEST THING EVER

[journey-to-the-attic]

does solomon realise that everyone thinks ik is his kid and if so does he embrace it

it probably takes him a while but i reckon he does figure it out? either from asmo being nosy or barbatos saying something like (scornful) "how a wretched man like you had a child i will NEVER know" and solomon's like "what??????"

i feel like he'd neither confirm or deny it... on the one hand, it could be advantageous for the rumour to spread, since it might make any dangerous demons think twice - or it could bring more unwelcome attention and make things even trickier

i think he's also cautious about it because ik has a weird relationship with fatherhood in general, so he doesn't try to genuinely act in that capacity, but given he's ik's primary guardian right now, he also can't really avoid it? so he keeps supporting the dad theory without trying

the others assume that they're being evasive about it for ik's safety, which also why ik calls him by name. i imagine diavolo realising what he thinks is the truth and being like "aww how sad, his daughter can't call him dad :("

ik doesn't even notice everyone else thinking this. the brothers try to subtly interrogate her and she just answers vaguely with relation to her actual father, without actually contradicting them, so she's not helping with their theorising either

[miiyochi]

i really really love the idea of when mc is solomon's student, they start going out more together. experiencing things humans typically don't on little spontaneous adventures.

imagine getting a text from solomon that's like "be there in 3." randomly and being so ??? confused and all of a sudden he appears and tells you shit like "I wanna show you something, mc." and its either something wonderful, sentimental, and memorable or some bullshit he does for his own amusement LMAO

[viriporne]

Now do I draw Solomon getting bent over and railed or Leviathan…much to think about

[enoe-of-noen]

An Mc who has a bad day

☞ Nightbringer timeline (sorry if anything is inaccurate, I forgor)

It had started off as any normal day. Of course, excluding the three times Mc stubbed their toe on their bed. Nor the tripping out the door, face planting on the harsh terrain. Nor getting smacked in the nose by the elbow of a taller demon. Nor the puddle they accidentally stepped in, muddying their uniform. They got a talking to from the eldest born of the sins. Although, that was usual.

Yet the day continued, their bad luck following. Their uniform got caught on a door, embarrassing them as they fell to the ground the second time that day. They fell down the stairs, twitching in anger as Mammon helped them up. They almost passed out when they saw their bag drenched from the one and only avatar of envy. All of their homework…

It was truly awful, they felt exhausted. Luckily, they have comforting company.

Solomon

Living in Cocytus Hall together, he was the first to witness Mc’s terrible, terrible day.

He winced every time Mc physically hurt themselves, offering to heal them.

He was denied each time since Mc said they could take it.

Welp, now he feels horrible.

It seemed every time he looked over to them, another incident happened.

He couldn’t just leave them so helpless to their environment, perhaps a little protective spell could help?

At home, Solomon will offer to cook something good for them. Which was promptly denied.

Solomon allows them to vent, once again offering to heal them with magic if need be.

Letting Mc rest, Solomon uses magic to help clean out their uniform and waterproof their bag. Whatever he could magic-fy to prevent another day like this to happen.

After doing what he could, he joins them in bed, providing his warmth.

Mc admits it was a bad day, but at least they have the one and only Monsolo by their side.

Mammon

Mammon stuck close to his attendant.

After witnessing them tumble almost an entire flight of stairs scared the bejeebers out of him.

He felt like a sad puppy by their side, keeping a keen eye on them.

Even if he couldn’t be by their side physically, Mc could tell whenever a crow was in the area.

Walking home, he frantically looked around for any hazards to Mc.

His brothers laughed at him for sort of switching the roles, but he didn’t care.

Mc found it endearing, brightening their day just enough.

Before Mc left to go back to Cocytus Hall, they thanked Mammon for all his efforts.

It made him blush red.

He wanted to do so much more with them.

He didn’t think a common demon could do so much to him.

And yet, they left to go back to that stupid wizard.

Oh Mc…

Does this feel yandere-coded or is that just me?

He’ll make sure tomorrow, he’ll keep them safe and sound!

Diavolo

Having a meeting with the newly appointed avatars’ attendant, he noticed their dull mood.

Being the considerate prince he was, he asked how their day was.

Mc sighed, setting down their tea cup before spilling it all.

Diavolo’s brows furrowed after hearing accident after accident, physically recoiling when he heard how they fell down a flight of stairs.

He pitied the poor demon, knowing how annoying that could be.

He offered more snacks to ease them and let them relax.

Mc smiled and enjoyed themselves, making small talk with Diavolo.

Mc decided that maybe today wasn’t so bad. They had Diavolo.

And while it may not have been their Diavolo, he was ever the same in both the past and the present.

They thanked him for his time and complimented Barbatos’ baking.

Mc walked home just a little bit happier that evening.

Barbatos

He had noticed Mc’s mishaps throughout the entire day, giving a worried glance.

In small moments, when given the chance, he helped them avoid the incidents or helped them up.

He offered Mc to come over to the palace for a quick snack with Diavolo. Something to relax them.

Mc couldn’t say no to Barbatos, not when he was offering to serve them in such a way.

Barbatos always was and always will be a great cook. There is no denying that.

He offered a protective charm, saying a demon such as Mc would probably do well with it.

Mc appreciated the gesture, wearing it proudly back to Cocytus Hall.

Let’s just say, Soloboy was a tad bit jealous.

Simeon

Oh my, the poor demon.

He squeaked every time he saw Mc, seeing them take a step closer and closer to another accident.

He couldn’t take it and approached them.

He figured they had enough trouble for one day, offering to take them out somewhere nice.

Inconspicuously protecting them with his angelic aura.

Hanging around Simeon, Mc found the day…more manageable.

If they had tripped, Simeon caught them easily.

If they had a worrying gut feeling, it dissipated the instant Simeon smiled at them.

If they had felt their body stiffen instinctively, Simeon provided comfort.

It was…odd.

Why is he acting like a guardian angel to a lowly demon?

Does he perhaps know Mc is a human that needs protecting?

Is it instinct?

After their little date, Simeon dropped Mc off to Cocytus Hall. He smiled as he saw the wizard open the door.

“I decided to take them out for a stroll around, I hope you don’t mind, Solomon.” He smiled at the white haired man.

Solomon smiled back at him, feeling a twinge of jealousy. “Not a problem, Simeon. As long as my little apprentice is safe.”

Simeon raised a brow at that remark. A human caring for a demon was surprising to him.

Although, he couldn’t judge with how he felt for the brothers.

“I’ll be off, good day, Mc.” He smiled gently at them.

Mc didn’t know what to feel in that moment. That wasn’t their Simeon..and yet..

And yet, he was so familiar. He was so reliable. He was so..safe.

Mc needed to lie down, their brain shackled with too many thoughts.

“I miss my Simeon..” was all they could think that night.

Idk what else to do so, maybe part two?

[inzurego]

monSOLO (04.12.24)

[the-la-mey]

An illustration of Monsolo wearing a floral frog sweater, eating cake with chopsticks in one hand and a sake bottle in the other, under the light of a bare bulb

This was drawn to coincide with the obm Ugly Christmas Sweater Party that was held on Twitter.

[galaxydestroyer165]

MonSolo🌸

[withered-blossoms]

Not Today, Solomon!

Also titled: Pastries and Chaos

CHARACTERS: Beel, Satan, Luke (strictly platonic), Simeon

Ingredients mentioned from the recipe by: “Heart-Shaped Cookies” by Mari on allrecipes

Recipe link: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/278152/heart-shaped-cookies/

Dividers by @cafekitsune

A/N: This fic is completely SFW and is my part for the 2025 Valentine's event held by @obeymevents. I’m collaborating with the artist @sheepthatgobaa.

this fic could be either romantic or platonic. Except Luke, who's part is strictly platonic.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Main Masterlist

“This soup is delicious, y’all should try some. Hey, could you pass me the salt? Wait why are you trying to pass Levi– was he one-upped in game again? Please don’t actually yeet him across the table –”

“~OH I’M A GUMMY BEAR, YES I’M A GUMMY BEAR~”

“What in the skibidi toilet is that caveman music –”

 “Oh wait, I have a call to answer, gimme a sec. Also, I ain’t hearing it from someone born in the Ice Age.”

“Does anyone need some ice for that burn?”

“I think we all do.”

“Ahem. MC, no phones are allowed during dinner.”

“Sorry, I forgot to take it out of my pocket. I won’t do it next time boss man, so please let me off the hook this time.”

A begrudging wave of the gloved hand was more than enough for the call to be answered in your room. Matching your steps to the catchy beat of the music, you pulled the device out of their pocket and glanced at the caller ID.

‘Sussy boom shaka laka.’

A raised eyebrow was all your DDD got in return. Solomon does not usually call, preferring to stick to texting, much less at such an hour. The reason behind the call certainly does intrigue one, and knowing our chaos-loving sheep, you just had to pick up and find out what flames you will be fanning this time.

Unbeknownst to you, dinner ended earlier than expected. Thankfully, your leftovers were kept by a certain sweetheart who took it upon himself to deliver it to you. Beelzebub couldn’t help it; he did not want the human to go hungry. After allowing his hands to swipe a few bags of snacks for sharing, his feet led him to your room and that was how the information made its way to our resident sweetheart.

“Hey Monsolo, what’s up?”

Hold his food. Solomon was calling? Was there something up? 

“Yeah, I’d love to come over and help! Baking with you does not sound half-bad.” You had joked, but your mirthful laughter sounded more like alarm bells in Beel’s head.

Were you out of your mind? Don’t get him wrong now, he trusts your culinary skills with every fibre of his being. But the other human? Not so much. Besides, with Solomon’s skills, you would not even know if he had steered the recipe in the direction he wanted. Just thinking about you becoming Solomon’s guinea pig gave him goosebumps; he wanted you alive and well, not turned into another species, literally or figuratively!

Nope. Sorry darling, but not on his watch.

But he wasn’t one to be rash or jump into conclusions. So, the ginger stood there, resisting the urge to munch on the chips he had for fear of disturbing you and outing himself. The others passing him by only gave a few curious glances, but knew better than to disturb their second youngest when he was so deep in contemplation.

After all, curiosity kills the cat. But there will always be that one cat who is not afraid of finding out the truth.

That cat also happened to have an amount of stealth complimentary to his curiosity.

“Why are you standing there? Are they not finished with their phone call yet?”

Fiery locks smacked Satan in the face and he spluttered indignantly. If it weren’t for the sincere apology on Beel’s face and your ongoing phone call, he probably would have chided his brother. But then again, he was somewhat at fault as well, so the annoyance was reduced to a subtle eye-twitch.

Unfortunately, the commotion seemed to have caught your attention. You knew the brothers would prevent you from going to Purgatory Hall if they found out Solomon’s invitation, even more-so when it was for Valentine’s Day. With a few hasty agreements to the date and time, you ended the phone call and swung open your door, quirking an eyebrow at the duo before you.

A few awkward moments of silence passed before Satan coughed into his fist. “We were worried that you would feel hungry later, so Beel brought you your leftovers and some snacks.” A nudge snapped Beel out of his worry and the taller of the two nodded, handing you the plate. “Hunger is neither a comfortable nor good feeling. If you are still hungry after dinner, feel free to have some of the snack I brought.”

You did not know just how much of the conversation they heard, but judging from the nonchalant stares you were getting, they most likely missed the whole thing.

Thank the high heavens– oh wait, wrong place. Oops.

Either way, as much as you loved chaos, you’ve already had your dosage for today. If peace was to be delivered to you on a silver platter as it was right now, you’d take it. But seeing how they declined entering your room, they probably knew a thing or two.

Oh well. Considering the fact that the two aren’t freaking out, they probably don’t know much. It seems that your secret hangout was, well, still a secret. You’d take any chance to hang out with the Purgatory Hall gang you got; it’s been a long time since y’all gathered after all (without the others, that is).

On the other end of the line, Luke was huffing at Solomon. The dear had planned on inviting you to a baking session on Valentine’s Day, hoping to spend more time with you and give you a special batch. He even had the details planned to a tee! All he had to do now was ask, but he needed to phrase it in a way that would keep the surprise a secret. Then a certain sorcerer just had to waltz in and ‘coincidentally’ overhear him practising his lines, which led to the conversation above.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Easy for you to say! I was about to invite them.”

The gall of him to ruffle Luke’s hair after taking his credit. Despite the annoyance in his voice, Solomon knew that the child was not furious, just a little miffed. He doesn’t want to face a mini-Simeon.

And this is why you should only mess around with angels, kids. They are forgiving enough to not detonate in your face. /j

A certain blonde sneezed. The cat in his arms jumped slightly but was quickly soothed.

Disclaimer: For legal reasons though, please do not mess around with anyone, regardless of their species. Solomon would say otherwise, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

At least the cat was not out of the bag yet, and that was more than enough for Luke. He knew that Solomon had no malicious intentions, but it does not change the fact that he had entered the kitchen.

There was no way Luke was going to let this kitchen terror (affectionate) bake with him.

“Didn’t you say you had a gift to prepare? Tomorrow’s Valentine Day, it would not be good if it wasn’t prepared in time.”

As if Peepaw™ couldn’t see through his attempts to chase him out. “Of course I have one for my adorable apprentice. Now that you mentioned it, it does need some finishing touches. Be careful when baking, Luke.” The last thing Luke saw was his cape disappearing into the corner, and a sigh of relief sounded through the kitchen.

“Thank the high heavens…. Ah I have to prepare MC’s cookies!”

Back at the House of Lamentation, the most unlikely duo was holding a meeting to preserve your tastebuds and probably your life. It was not often that the fourth and sixth hold meetings, but all bets are completely off when the resident sheep was involved.

“I didn’t manage to get the time, though the destination is undoubtedly Purgatory Hall.”

“It matters not. All we have to do is to infiltrate the enemy base earlier. Think you can get up?”

“Of course. Anything to save MC.”

Enjoy the rest of your day, dear little sheep. You’ll need all the peace you can get before the big day.

The hours passed by and eventually, the ringing of an alarm clock sliced through the silence in Purgatory Hall. The rustle of bedsheet was followed by the pitter patter of feet, a sweet angel child eager to prepare his gift. In another room, his guardian had also woken up due to his superb hearing and wanted to know what Luke was up to. Luke is by no means a late riser, but it was still rather rare for him to wake up at the crack of dawn. Curiosity decreed that he was not to leave the waking world, so the brunette could only get ready for the day.

In a short while, the ingredients were fully prepped. “White sugar, unsalted butter…egg, vanilla extract… that should be all. I’ll preheat the oven.”

“Is that for MC?”

“What– Simeon, you startled me!”

“My bad, shall I give you a hand? I know you’ve taken time into consideration, but if you need help, I’ll be happy to lend a hand.”

Luke shook his head, “Thank you for the offer, but I wish to bake these personally.” He knew Simeon would understand; these were for a certain chaos-loving sheep after all. Besides, Simeon had already planned on watching from the sidelines, having prepared his own presents. He was rather content with watching Luke flit about the kitchen, not getting to witness the child in his element very often, mostly due to how busy he himself was or because he’d usually have a hand in the process.

But what they weren’t prepared for was the appearance of an unexpected demon duo.

You see, Satan had slept surprisingly early the previous night, allowing him to wake up as planned. Beel, on the other hand, was a morning demon who loved his morning jogs. Once each had gotten ready and eaten breakfast, they set off to prevent a tragedy from befalling your tastebuds.

‘MC’s tastebuds rescue mission’ was in order, which was also why the angels were thankful for their strong hearts.

“Dear heavens above, it’s one surprise after another today.”

“Why are you two even here at this time???? And leave my batter alone!”

“Sorry. It smells really good.”

“Apologies for the sudden appearance, but we have to save MC’s tongue. Where’s Solomon anyway?”

“He’s still asleep thankfully, but what was that about MC’s tongue?”

Satan took up the job of explaining how they had overheard Solomon inviting MC over for a baking session and was worried that he’d have unrestricted access to the kitchen. As strong as you and your immune system were, they’d rather not subject you to weird experiments.

Simeon was now in charge of passing Beel some extra pastries they had so that Luke could bake in peace. “I see, no wonder you were both in such a hurry to get here. However, worry not, either Luke or I will be around to provide some assistance (read: surveillance) should the need arise.” The ginger had taken them gratefully, knowing how important the cookies being prepared were to Luke just from their shapes alone.

The younger angel had taken to using heart-shape cutters, his precision and skills shining through even more for this special batch. Even with Simeon with him, he knew he had to speed the process up. It was not known how long the other pastries could keep Beel satisfied, and he doubted that the stock of the local 24-hour eateries could last long either.

If Luke was previously a somewhat fast baker, Simeon was now sure that Luke had broken the three realm’s record. Even for an angel and two demons, it was now rather dizzying to watch the sweet child do his thing. So, the other three settled for some idle chat and ordering takeout instead.

It was not long before a pleasant smell wafted through the kitchen and a growl resounded. Despite the takeout laid out on the dining table, Luke hurried to pack your cookies away and prepared the other ingredients needed for your baking session later. There were also pastries he’d prepared in advance for today’s hangout, though he’d take those out when your arrival draws near.

Thankfully, they had enough leftovers to last till the takeout was delivered. The food was quickly finished, even more so since Satan grabbed a few bites. As large as the order was, with his otherworldly digestive abilities, Beel was soon hungry. Looking at the various other pastries laid out on the table, he could not help but want a few.

Yours happened to look the most appetising.

Luke was rather firm about keeping your cookies for you and you only, but his resolve quickly crumbled when Beel's puppy eyes landed on him. He couldn’t bear to see such a guilt-ridden expression on his… friend’s face, not when Beel had been rather kind to him. It started off as one cookie, then the second and third. Luke was thankful that he had the hindsight to bake a few extra, but that was about it. He really had to leave some for you, or his efforts would go to waste.

The seconds ticked by as the friendly stare-down between Luke and Beel continued. With no intention to harm Luke in a hunger-induced frenzy, Beel easily reached over Luke, hoping to have some of the others. Luke hurried to bring the pastries away, huffing in disbelief. How dare they take advantage of his height? He is still growing and he’ll be taller than all of them one day for sure!

Satan tried guiding Beel away with a hand on his shoulder. “Beel, MC is almost here. We should hurry before they discover us.” Simeon nodded in agreement, the hand behind his back gently ushering Luke towards the refrigerator, “It wouldn’t do for MC to find out that you’ve overheard their phone call. Intentionally or not, it would still appear rude.”

“I think it’s already too late for that.”

“Solomon! Don’t scare us like that!”

“I’m hungry…”

“What do you mean too late?”

“I don’t see MC anywhere–”

“Ara ara what do we have here? Good morning peeps. Will you be baking with us as well, Luke? Looking at those cookies make me hungry…”

“Good morning MC! As you can see, most were already prepared in advance, though there is still one last batch to be baked. Solomon will be in charge of uh… supervising!”

“What a shame. I was hoping to show MC the new recipe I had acquired lately.”

“Worry not. No one does supervision better than you. Right, Beel?” Satan nudged his younger brother who nodded and tried to reach for another cookie. “Yeah, you’ve got the most skills when it comes to that.”

“Are the both of you calling me a stalker? Also, leave some for us please.”

“We never said that.”

“Sure thing. Also, we weren’t.”

Simeon chuckled. Everyone was the same as always and that puts his mind at ease. “MC does not have much experience baking here. It will be best to have someone familiar watch over them just in case I have to go out.” Solomon gave himself a second to think and agreed with Simeon’s plan. Someone’s gotta watch over his adorable apprentice and he’d rather not lose such a valuable taste-tester– he meant friend.

Of course. Leave it to the gorgeous, breathtaking, stunning, jaw-dropping, head-turning (sorry I’ll stop now) Simeon to have the beauty and brains to boot.

Meanwhile, Luke was trying to stop Beel from unconsciously consuming the raw ingredients (again). No food poisoning cases for today, please. It does not matter how strong Beel physically was, Luke did not want to have to call the medical services.

Satan was helping him hold the ginger back and ordering more takeout.

Solomon was watching them as if they were some sort of comedy show.

Simeon was sighing and mitigating the situation as always.

You?

You were metaphorically offering Solomon some popcorn. “Like master, like apprentice,” they said. It probably would not be long till the brothers and consequently the palace residents were lured over too.

You were definitely going to enjoy today.

[mellonyheart]

I will play Obey Me until it is ripped from me by force at which point I will miss these games like crazy.

I will not miss warding off Lucifer with a broom.

I will not miss monSolo's pretend marriage.

I will not miss 20dp for liars ap.

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

Rating Obey Me character's Devilgram usernames

Lucifer

Incredibly boring but informative 1/10

Mammoney

Kinda funny 6/10

L3V1

It looks like the name of a kpop group 31/10

Stn

Stupid, I love it 5/10

AsmoBaby

I'm glad he's aware of how baby he is 7/10

Beelzeburger

Better than Lucifer's 3/10

Belphie

As bad as Lucifer's, but i like belphie more 2/10

LordDiavolo

I hate it 0/10

ButlerBarb

The abbreviation of his name is cute 6/10

DDSimeon

Pretty good for his dysfunctional relationship with technology 4/10

Angeluke

He's adorable (platonic) 7/10

monSOLO

Is it like Han Solo, or is he just weird? 6/10

[notred4cted]

Monsolo

[journey-to-the-attic]

WAIT HOLD ON ME AGAIN, I can't believe I forgot about this, but the "Get out of the way, I'm angry." "And you think I'm not?" Solomon moment with IK. Cold fury. Barely restraining himself from exploding someone.

this ties in great into my last paragraph for your last ask, he is not barely restraining himself, he DOES explode someone

belphie: get out of my way. i'm angry.

solomon: and you think i'm not? (dramatic point)

belphie: (erupts into comically large column of smoke)

i'm only half-joking, i feel like solomon would reasonably hold himself together to prevent the situation from escalating too far, but then again he's been having all this internal conflict lately and it's a very high stress situation... maybe he only explodes him a little bit. or maybe he just does something milder like cast a forcefield that gives belphie a little shock when he tries to move forward

(the above only holds if belphie didn't manage to make contact in this scenario, because if he actually manages to initiate any kind of attack, solomon has war flashbacks and immediately blasts him into the nearest wall)

(i'm only now remembering this but i'm pretty sure lucifer, like, force-chokes mc at some point during lesson 11. suffice to say that if he tried this on ik - which he probably wouldn't, since ik doesn't have mc's threatening magic and is also a teenager, but not a hard probably - solomon would physically shatter his restrainment to throw hands with him)

[miiyochi]

୨୧ # BORED

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. fluff, vaguely takes place in original obey me timeline, solomons your teacher!, light blood n leech mentions :3c genre. drabbles , fluff words. 699  note. this is basically a short conversation you have w/ solomon :) it's currently 2am and I am going to conk out for the night

solomon. 𖦹

You're currently lying upside down on the side of Solomon’s bed, watching him scribble away on some papers you couldn’t care less about. He’s probably working on another lesson for you, but you’re too frustrated to focus on practicing magic. No, you’re feeling something worse than frustration—you're bored.

You’re bored out of your mind, and you want entertainment, attention, anything that’ll distract you from thoughts of ‘how many pens I can steal from Solomon’s desk without him noticing’.

You groan obnoxiously, hoping Sol gets the hint and puts his pen down. Solomon doesn’t, of course, he heard you, and of course, he’s purposefully paying no mind to him.

So, of course, you do it again. Groaning even louder and rolling around on his bed, kicking your feet on the bed to get your point across even more. It's childish, yes but you don't care in the slightest. pausing your movements to peek up at the desk he’s at and notice Solomon’s still writing away.

Annoying.

“Hey. heyy…. Hey geezer. Old bat,” you say, picking up a loose piece of paper off the floor and tearing off the corners to throw at him. “Pay attention to me.”

Silence.

“Sol. Solomon.” He finally stops writing, but he doesn't let the pen go. He just sits in silence, staring at the paper he was previously writing on and the stray balled-up pieces of paper now starting to collect on his desk.

“Solomonie. "Mr. Monsolo,” continuing to spew out random names you could think of, Solomon finally lets the pen drop to the desk with a deep sigh.

Solomon finally looks up at you, surprisingly, he doesn't look annoyed. It's almost as if he was expecting you to do something like this, which he isn’t. At this point, bothering him has become a hobby for you. “What can I do for you, my lovely MC?”

"I've got a question for you"

“Oh?”

“Yeah, listen up, okay?” You shift in your spot on the bed so that you’re sitting upright on your knees facing him. Sitting in silence for a moment, thinking of the next string of words coming out of your mouth: "If I were a leech, would you let me feed off you? yknow, like blood.”

Solomon smiles at that. “You want to drink my blood?” you shake your head, “not particularly no… well, I guess not currently. I’m not a leech. Or a vampire… or Asmodeus.” you whisper the last bit, though you guess he still heard you since he laughs a little.

“Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” When he sees you nod at that, Solomon sits back in his chair with a finger tapping his chin (even the way he thinks is annoying) and ponders for a moment,

"MC, there’s not a thing I wouldn’t let you do to me if you asked for it.”

The room went silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. You couldn’t quite place it, you don’t know exactly what kind of mood it shifted into, but you could feel the utter disgust forming on your face from that.

“Can’t you just, like, say no or something? You go along with almost everything I say.”

“You would’ve been upset if I didn’t let you suck my blood.”

“WELL-…yeah but you don't have to word it like that. I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not.”

Solomon chuckles lightly before getting up out of his chair to meet you on the bed. He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours.

“I mean it, MC. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

Ahh, there he goes again. Solomon has a habit of getting all sentimental at the most random moments of the day. He’s so earnest and genuine that you never know what to say or do. What’s the right thing to say when someone says that to you? Especially your teacher, of all people.

“Do you always care for your students like this?”

"I've only ever had one.”

God, what's with his sudden mood shift? It’s getting harder to breathe, and he’s making it harder. His hand moves under yours to weave his fingers in between yours and squeeze them.

“There’s only one student I’ve ever cared about like this, MC.”

“Good.” You squeeze back.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated!

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