#solomon birthday fic

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snowflake, you know you're the only one (Obey Me!)

A/N: Aaaaahhhhh! I'm finally caught up!! My days are all back in order!! And to the person who sent me a request, I'm working on that, too!! It's just that this past weekend kicked my ass a bit more than I realized it would 😅 But now that I'm all caught up, things will go a lot smoother! I promise!

Pairing(s): Solomon x MC, Barbatos x Solomon + Asmo x Solomon if you squint

Prompt(s): 9. Solomon

Summary: The sorcerer and his apprentice visit a christmas tree farm in the Human World in order to bring back to their Devildom home - and make plenty of jokes along the way

Tag(s): Fluff, dark humor, silliness :3

Word Count: 897

Song Inspiration: Snowflake by Sia

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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“You know, I never thought that I’d one day call the Devildom home. Even less so did I think I would ever simultaneously believe it to be weird coming back to the Human World.” Solomon says thoughtfully.

“Oh?” MC looks at him, their hands swinging between them. “All that magic you got and you never managed to predict that, huh?”

He chuckles. “Well, to be fair, it’s quite difficult to ever predict you, even now.” His tone is teasing and fond.

“Me?” They give him a curious look. “Since when were we talking about me?”

“MC, you’re the reason I’ve even stayed in the Devildom as long as I have. You’re the reason it became my home. I mean, yes, I have more reasons nowadays. But originally? That was all you. I’d never even considered staying in the Devildom long-term until you came along.” The look on his face is serious and genuine. He means every word.

MC’s face heats up a little at such a big admission aimed at them. “What about Asmo? Or Barbatos? You’re close with both of them as well. You’ve cared about them for way longer than you’ve cared about me.” They point out.

“Maybe so. But Asmo has always been happy to go back and forth between worlds just to see me and Barbatos, well-” He sighs softly. “Things with Barbatos have always been a bit more complicated.”

They nod in understanding, squeezing his hand. “In that case, I’m glad I helped you find a new home.”

Solomon smiles at them softly, squeezing their hand back. “I’m glad, too.” He faces forward again, watching all the other people walking around. “Now, let’s go pick out a tree for that home.”

“Yes!” MC tugs Solomon along excitedly, leading him down the lane closest to them as they inspect the trees on either side.

“What is most important to you for a Christmas tree?” The apprentice asks the other.

“Tall.” Is the immediate response.

“...Tall?”

“Tall.”

“O-kay. Well, I think that a decent amount of branches should also be a focus. And the smell.”

Solomon gives the other sorcerer a strange look. “You judge me when you think the smell is most important?”

“What do you mean? The smell is very important!” They insist.

He shakes his head at them. “How could that apply to whether it’ll be a good tree or not? They all smell the exact same.”

“Huh.” MC crosses their arms over their chest. “How could the height apply, then? They’re all tall.”

Solomon stays silent for a moment before snorting, but before he could be questioned as to why, he bursts into full on laughter, throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Seeing him that way, MC can’t help but giggle along with him, even though they have no idea why he’s so amused.

“What is it?” They question after a long moment.

Solomon giggles, leaning into them as he speaks. “I-I was gonna say,” He takes in a deep breath before blowing it out. “That you should tell that to all of the people on Human World dating sites. A-About the height.”

It takes a moment for them to process before they, too, have their own fit of laughter. “That’s so stupid!” They exclaim.

“Exactly! That’s why you should tell them!”

“What? No, not them! You!”

“Me? Why me?”

“Your joke, you idiot! It was dumb!”

Solomon gasps with mock offense, the two of them slowly making their way down the aisle of trees as they speak. “How dare you! That was genius!” He says indignantly. “In fact, I should be a comedian. That was peak humor for the entirety of the human race.”

“Hah!” MC is quick to quip back. “If that was peak humor, then clearly the comedy genre should’ve died a long time ago.”

“What, like me?” Solomon asks with a raised eyebrow.

The one beside him lets out a half gasp, half laugh in shock. “Solomon! You can’t just say stuff like that!”

The corners of the wise sorcerer’s mouth are already starting to lift, but it’s clear he’s trying to stop himself. “What? What did I do now?”

MC smacks their hand into his chest. “You know exactly what you did. That wasn’t funny, that was terrible!”

He grins fully now, eyes filled with mirth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was the funniest thing I’ve said in the last century and you know it.”

His partner groans, throwing their head back and looking up at the cloudy sky. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you. I really don’t.”

“You’re gonna find the best Christmas tree in this entire place and take it home and then decorate it with me.” He says matter-of-factly.

With a sigh, MC grabs his arm and wraps their own arms around it, leaning into his side. “Yes, that’s true.”

They both continue walking and looking around in a comfortable silence for a little while before MC speaks up once again.

“Hey, Solomon?”

“Yes, MC?”

“If you go anywhere near the kitchen when we get home, I’m not baking you shit for your birthday.” They say it with a smile on their face, betraying their threatening tone of voice.

“...But I like when you bake me things.” The pout in his voice is clear.

“Then don’t go anywhere near the kitchen, birthday boy.”

“Awww…”

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A/N: Happy Birthday to the wise sorcerer!! He's such a silly man <3 Thank you so much for reading!! I'll see y'all tomorrow!!

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Under the Mistletoe | Raphael x Reader

1.2k+ words | GN! Reader | Romance, Comedy | CW: none, just a very oblivious angel

Summary: Raphael doesn’t seem to understand the tradition of mistletoe and Solomon and the hallmark channel are making it more confusing.

At this point, it was a battle of will. By that you meant ‘Will this oblivious angel even understand?’

Even Luke had noticed by now that there was an odd amount of mistletoe placed around Purgatory Hall and he kept giving weird looks to Solomon who kept insisting it was not him.

Simeon chuckled as he knew the truth. You were desperately hoping to kiss Raphael even just a small peck, but he was blind to any kind of affectionate moves and flirtations. You’d once called him cute directly to his face and he thought you were describing the Devildom and called you odd.

It was a potentially fruitless effort to get him to understand why you were putting up so much mistletoe. He saw you doing it again today as he sat there eating what was supposed to be a sandwich that Solomon had concocted for him.

He watched you nonchalantly, his spear at his side as he’d just come back from some kind of work. This time you stuck a bushel of holly on the corner of the living room wall right before the hallway leading to his room. The next dozen would be placed around his door and if he’d let you in, his room.

“That’s a lot,” he commented after finishing the sandwich and you sighed to yourself. As you took a step down the ladder your ankle twisted slightly and you fell back. Before you could even gasp, Raphael had his arms around you, catching your fall.

You stayed there for a moment shocked at how quickly that’d all happened when you grinned up at Raphael.

“Raphael! Look, we’re under the mistletoe!”

He blinked. “Of course we are…you put it everywhere.” He said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. You sighed exasperatedly and sat up.

You heard Solomon laughing in the kitchen and glared in the general direction.

“Better luck next time,” Simeon said sweetly though he was glad it hadn’t worked.

Most people were very confused about your affection and general attraction to a stern angel like Raphael with unyielding convictions contrasting many of yours. But you couldn’t help it. He had the cutest smile he rarely showed, a voice that lived up to the description ‘angelic’, he was very protective of you and his loved ones, wanted what was best for everyone, and was very clearly lonely and lacking in enough socialization. One reason he did not seem to understand the human tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

You began losing hope, wondering if he knew what it meant but avoided partaking in a commercialized aspect of a holiday that meant so much to him.

You nonetheless continued and knocked on the door of Purgatory Hall the next evening again.

Raphael looked out through the peephole and let you in, his slightly reddened face betrayed his efforts to hide anything was wrong.

You placed the mistletoe on the table again and Raphael walked past you to the couch where Hallmark movies were playing. This should have been the second sign something was different from yesterday.

“Hey, Raphael?” You called and he flinched and looked up immediately.

“Yes?”

“Can I put some of these in your room?”

He blushed furiously and looked away, “my room?”

You nodded and it dawned on you he was avoiding your eyes more than usual. You frowned and took off your coat placing it on the back of your chair.

“Raphael…what’s wrong?” You asked sweetly and he turned away to hide his expressions.

“Have you…never mind…” he immediately gave up and you shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Raphael.” You assured and he was quiet for a long time but when you didn’t budge from your spot he relaxed and nodded.

“Are you…trying to set up Solomon and I?”

You froze. This dumass was more oblivious than you thought.

You heard loud cackling from Solomon’s room and Raphael turned red and clutched his spear ready to throw it at the door.

“What?” You said completely dumbfounded as you stared at him in shock.

He collected himself for a more serious conversation and began to explain himself. “I recently learned of the human tradition to kiss under the mistletoe.”

You nodded wondering how him finally learned the truth had gone so wrong.

“You set it up everywhere in our home and then immediately leave after Solomon begins laughing…This must be a signal for you to leave after prepping the area.” He said determinedly and you planted your face in your hands.

Solomon kept laughing so Raphael grabbed your arm. “Don’t go. Please take the mistletoe down. I’m not sure what Solomon has said to you but I do not have an interest in him, only his cooking.”

This situation was so absurd you finally broke down laughing, clutching your stomach as you fell onto your side, head in his hap.

Raphael let go of you and blushed. He had no idea what to do. He was feeling humiliated as he may have jumped to conclusions. Perhaps you just really liked mistletoe. Now you were in tears on his lap, a situation he’d never found himself in and so he sat there, his embarrassment growing until he had had enough.

“That’s enough. I deserve an answer. You’ve been doing this for weeks now.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and poured yourself a glass of water asking him to wait as you calmed yourself down.

Finally, you turned around to Raphael, leaning against the counter, pink in the face as you decided the only way he’d get it through his head is if you explained it to him.

“Solomon is laughing because I keep failing.”

“At…hanging mistletoe? You did fall a few times…” he noted, his shoulders instantly relaxed as he now knew he was not part of some hallmark movie plot to set him up with Solomon.

You shook your head. “Raphael, how many times were we under the mistletoe at the same time?” You asked him to recall and he thought about it.

“…every time?” He said but it still didn’t click.

How could someone observant enough to be the best hitman in the celestial realm be so blind to this?

“Raphael…” you sighed and gave him a dumbfounded look. “I’ve been failing to get you to kiss me.”

Having it finally spelled it out, Raphael was very quiet and very still for what felt like minutes but was probably a few moments.

Then Raphael did something you’d never seen the proud angel do before. He hid his face in his hands and remained that way for what was minutes.

Luke and Simeon came into the living room to check up on him and Simeon offered you another glass of water which you drank as you became anxious this was a clear rejection.

Finally, Raphael sat up straight, face as expressionless as usual, and got up from the couch with his spear in hand. He disappeared around the corner and your heart fell. You thought you’d fall over as tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Raphael reappeared with a single leaf of mistletoe he’d ripped off a wall somewhere.

Now he blushed and looked away from you. You blinked in surprise trying not to get your hopes up but you ran up to him and hugged him. He stuck the leaf onto the end of the spear which reached above you both and he looked down at you, pink visible in his cheeks.

You looked up at him and closed your eyes. He stared at your freshly glossed lips and closing his eyes too he bent down and you finally felt the kiss of your angel’s lips.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Belated collab piece for Solomon's Birthday 2023!

Art by Mod Cosmos

Writing by Mod Chaos

His Immortal Soul

Can also be read on AO3 here Word Count: 3.8k Description: "Madness, where is its soul? Madness, all alone." A series of reflections on Solomon, shining souls, and what it means to be human.

Iarabal

With an impressive 72 pacts at his command, the Witty Sorcerer Solomon is said to have a most delectable and enticing soul. Demons clamor for the chance at a piece of it; there are rumors that even Death herself longs to claim it. It shines with the wisdom he was once gifted, and it is finely aged with the polish of immortality. The soul of a man who controls so many demons without succumbing to their allurement is a delicacy indeed.

Humans with the power to resist demons have nicely polished souls, like jewels. The more noble a soul, the shinier, and the more demons both long to claim it and are repelled by it.

At least, that's how it should be. That’s how it usually works. It’s what Iarabal had expected, when he'd heard that the infamous sorcerer himself would be coming to RAD as an exchange student under the Demon Prince's bizarre plan. Of course, no one had dared actually touch him once he arrived -- his pacts are with some of the most powerful demons in the realm, and the idea of treason aside, none would want to additionally face the wrath of those such as Asmodeus or Barbatos. And that’s all before even getting to the sorcerer himself, a man so powerful and conniving that he’d managed to gain the power of those many demons while offering away little to nothing of himself in exchange.

So Solomon’s soul, by all rights, is quite beyond reach to any average demon such as himself.

But Iarabal had planned to look upon it, at least, and savor the fantasy of devouring it. Flames lick at the insides of his belly in anticipation, and he salivates at the thought, even if he knows he will never get a taste. A demon can dream, can’t he?

Yet, as he lays eyes upon the sorcerer, something feels not quite right. It sparkles, yes -- even more dazzlingly than the demon had imagined, it sparkles. But there is something wild and incomprehensible about it, like funhouse mirrors warping the refractions of a million diamonds. The longer he looks, the more it seems to expand and stretch, and he is trapped in it, as though a cavern of crystal is closing itself around him. His appetite is fading rapidly, and a growing sense of something almost like dread builds in his stomach in its place.

Is Solomon so noble, to be able to repel him this way? Is this the strength of how powerfully his soul shines?

The demon isn’t sure. This doesn’t feel the same as any other time a human’s soul has repelled him. He feels like he’s losing his mind entirely, and the longer he stares, the worse it seems to get. Then again, he’s never looked upon a human so powerful as this, so who can say?

Iarabal averts his gaze. He doesn’t want to look upon it anymore.

The sorcerer’s soul is, he thinks to himself, better left alone.

Lucifer

There is something very, very strange about that sorcerer, Lucifer thinks.

Solomon has, as always, asked him for a pact again today. “Come on, this is basically just how we greet each other, isn’t it?” the human explains away blithely when the demon rejects him, with a smile that doesn’t match the seriousness of what he asks.

Of course, it’s not the pact-seeking that makes Solomon so strange, even if he is singularly annoying in his persistence about it. Plenty of humans have sought similar with the infamous fallen angel. He’s not even the only among them to try to use trickery or magic to force the demon’s hand.

No, Solomon is strange because, of all those humans, he is the most alarmingly devious, wicked human ever to have such a beautiful soul.

“Someone pure, genuine, and worthy of respect. I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but demons are most attracted to the souls of people like that,” Lucifer had once told you.

The sorcerer as he knows him is none of those things. Lucifer is very familiar with the immortal’s reputation and history, and none of it could be described as pure. Rather than genuine, the man is unforthcoming at best and outright deceptive at worst. Any respect he has earned usually comes mostly from raw power, and most of that comes from the sheer number of pacts he’s accumulated, along with the Ring of Wisdom that Michael gifted him so very long ago. And then there’s the matter of his many past transgressions against demonkind...

Yet, despite this, Solomon’s soul sparkles brilliantly every time Lucifer sees him. It’s shocking how radiant it is, in fact. He’s hardly ever seen anything like it. The way it shines speaks to a level of purity and nobility of spirit beyond almost any other. And he smiles that carefree, nonchalant smile, an expression that would almost seem like he’s exactly what his soul says he is, even as he tries to solicit a pact from the demon, day after day, year after year.

But Lucifer knows better. Solomon is not pure or genuine. He is not as innocent as he plays at being. He is a dangerous person, and he is not to be trifled with.

The dissonance is unsettling, and for that, Lucifer does not trust him.

Granted, if a demon were to choose any human to make a pact with, Solomon would certainly be at the top of most any demon’s list. It’s true that a pact with that most powerful human sorcerer ever to live can lend one a certain degree of status in the Devildom. He has a reputation for only bothering with demons whose power he deems interesting enough to be worthwhile. And those who do forge such agreements with him revel in the amount of raw magic that he channels through them, when they are called upon.

Any other demon might have given in and made that pact a long time ago already. Rather, many already had – Lucifer’s own younger brother among them, to his chagrin.

But the Avatar of Pride is decidedly not looking for a human with whom to form a pact. He has had little interest in forging a pact with any human, ever. He’s made one exception recently, for you, and it’s his only one since becoming a demon. He doesn’t intend to make another. And certainly not with that particular human.

So, time after time, Solomon asks him again. And, time after time, Lucifer remains ever firm in his refusal.

Thirteen

It’s a real shame, Thirteen thinks.

The sight of his soul, the first time, is still clear in her memories. The way it sparkled when the moonlight hit him -- she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget it. It was bright, and brilliant, like the rainbows refracted off of the most incredible diamond, but also so much more than even that. No image could ever capture it; no words would ever be enough to describe it. Candy had thought she was delusional when she’d tried to tell her about it afterwards. But it was no delusion. His soul really was just that incredible.

It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, and nothing she’d seen since – at least, not until very recently.

And, to Thirteen’s disappointment, it doesn’t sparkle that way anymore.

That isn’t to say she doesn’t want it anymore, of course. It’s still one of the most captivatingly stunning souls she’s ever come across, and she’s not going to give up on having it. She’s been this patient thus far; she’ll keep trying, however long it might take.

Still...it really is a shame.

She misses the way Solomon used to be. These days, he’s so serious, even as he hides it behind a demeanor so cheerful it borders on idiocy.

Back then, he was different. He’d been more innocent by far, for one thing. She remembers the sight of that child hidden away in the basement, staring up at her through the lattice of that half-underground window. His life hadn’t been exactly easy up to that point, but his world back then had been so much smaller. He hadn’t been caught up in all these otherworldly conflicts, concerned with balances of power and the fate of humanity caught between them. No, back at that time, his magic still felt like a miracle to him, and even if it hadn’t been nearly so impressive back then, he’d had a simple sense of wonder and pride at each little feat he managed to perform.

His soul had been so perfectly pure back then, unclouded, unshaded. There had been such honest terror in the shriek he’d let out, and it had been so cute from that little kid that she couldn’t help but tease him a little, even as she’d tried to reassure him that she wasn’t his enemy.

She’d meant it then, and she means it still. Even as she tries time after time to capture his soul, and for all the many ways he’s annoyed her century after century, she holds no actual ill will towards the sorcerer. In a way, frustrating as it is to have her traps constantly fail against him, it’s a fun game of sorts for her too. He’s more than worthy as a target. She’s been waiting for the day his name shows up in the reaper’s list, but at this point, would taking his soul without a challenge even be satisfying?

So he entertains her tricks, and she plays at capturing him, and in the times in between, he calls her a friend -- one of his only friends, perhaps. He trusts her, with a strength of heart that only someone with such a brilliantly polished soul could.

She is not his enemy.

Someday, though. Someday, she’ll claim that sparkling soul of his. Even if it takes until the end of eternity, she’ll never give up on it.

For that man’s soul, it’s worth it. That’s just how valuable it is.

Barbatos

It was a delicious expression on Solomon’s face, that first day the two of them met -- shock, fear, desperation, shame. A delectable mix of all humanity’s basest, heaviest emotions.

To his great disappointment, Barbatos has never seen it again.

The reaper, among their cohorts, blames him for how the sorcerer’s soul changed, so many lifetimes ago; he is well aware of that. And he does not deny it -- it's true that Solomon is no longer the same as he once was. That may well be because of his influence.

Perhaps he did spoil him, back then, this fascinating human that he’d decided to take in and save from the encroaching grip of mortality. It had come about by a simple curiosity, mixed with a knowledge that few others had the privilege of being able to see. This human, a mere mortal on the verge of death, had been powerful enough to summon a demon as fabled as him without yet having a pact or bond in any way, and Barbatos could already foretell that this reckless earthly soul would someday have a pact with him who freely manipulated time at will. He knew this sorcerer would have quite the sway on the fate of the three worlds someday, and he was terribly interested in knowing how such a frail being would accomplish such a thing.

So Barbatos had taken Solomon to the Fountain of Knowledge, assigned him its guardianship, cared for him until he’d regained his health, and then made the pact he knew they were meant to have. He did show Solomon a wide expanse of alternate worlds and times, of futures and histories that the human could not have even dreamed. All of it was still nothing compared to what Barbatos himself has seen of the infinite. But it was far, far more than any human should have any right to know.

If that’s why Solomon is the way he is now, so be it.

But Barbatos isn’t so certain that’s exactly the case.

He knows who Solomon is, more deeply than probably anyone else the sorcerer has ever known. Few things can be kept secret from a demon who can see across all of time and space. He has seen Solomon at his best, at his worst, and most times in between. He has held both deep affection for and deep grudges against the man.

At the end of all of it, Solomon is who he is. He is exactly who he has always been meant to be. Barbatos has never tried to turn him into anything else.

One of the reasons Solomon’s soul shines so brightly, in his opinion, is probably that insatiable curiosity that he has. The sorcerer does not settle for things as they are; he wants to see things as they could be -- good or bad.

Solomon was the one to ask Barbatos to show him those deepest of horrors, dredged out of the abyss of possibility. “I’ve read through the books in the Fountain of Knowledge,” he’d announced, “almost every one of them. But knowing those things from books isn’t the same as knowing them. I need to see it, experience it, for myself, so I can be prepared for anything. Will you do that for me, Barbatos?”

Barbatos had simply obliged. He is, after all, the one who had brought Solomon to that place, so very long ago. It had been no surprise that the sorcerer had gone on to research what was available there, especially considering how long it took to restore him to health. He wasn’t going to deny the human’s request after already giving him that much.

And as the man himself had said, he would need to be prepared. He did need it, if he was going to fulfill the futures Barbatos had foreseen for him -- futures where Solomon would work towards pursuing the goals he has been so dogged about for an eternity now.

But that is simply who Solomon is. He wouldn’t have been satisfied with Barbatos keeping him sheltered and uninvolved, powerless in that perpetual battle between the other realms. He knew what he was asking for, and he wanted it anyway. He’s never regretted that request to Barbatos, and the demon doesn’t regret granting it.

So maybe Thirteen is right. Maybe it is Barbatos’s fault that Solomon’s soul is the way it is now. Maybe he did show the man too much, maddened his soul, corrupted him somehow. He is a demon, after all.

But Solomon doesn’t seem to mind, so neither does he.

Solomon

The sorcerer, like any human, has never been able to see his own soul.

He has, however, heard plenty said about it, by the many unearthly beings he calls company. Fascinated lesser demons have noted to him over the centuries that it is quite impressive, greed dripping from their tongues in hopes of taking it for their own.

Asmodeus, on the other hand, has never been particularly interested, occasionally quipping that if souls are like gems, he’s “not interested in lab-grown,” before ribbing the sorcerer over whether it’s even actually a human soul anymore.

Thirteen has lamented many a time how his soul doesn’t sparkle the same way it used to, a remark he usually just shrugs off. After all, what can he say in response? He has no control over the exact way that it sparkles, nor any particular interest in doing so specially for his reaper friend’s appeal anyway.

Barbatos, for his part, is quite neutral about it. “Your soul is hardly the most interesting thing about you,” the butler tells him.

Solomon is inclined to agree. Even if he can’t see souls in the same way they can, what does it matter? He knows who he is. He knows who he has been, where he came from, and what he has become. It is inescapable, in fact, even as his reflection in the mirror shows none of that change.

A reflection that, unchangingly, shows him what he has always been -- human.

They say he doesn’t really count as a human, that he can hardly even be considered human anymore at this point. And it hurts a little, he has to admit. He is still just as human as he has ever been, in his opinion, and it is only the others’ own condescending pity of humans that makes them think otherwise. They think he is not human because he has power, and no human could be so powerful. Despite his best efforts to show the potential of humans, they simply discount his own humanity instead.

His soul is proof. It’s not right. For being such a shining soul, the nobility of his heart is warped. It’s tainted by some strange shade, maddened by some unnatural force.

But he would say that unnatural force comes from the very ones who deny him his humanity. For thousands upon thousands of years, has his mission not been noble? Defending humanity’s right to be an equal, independent existence against the heavenly and demonic realms which seek to exert their influence is certainly a noble goal which has given him quite the strength of soul to resist them. Is it his fault that it required him to become so cunning and guarded to achieve that goal?

Any human who could see and experience what he has would be the same, he thinks -- if only any other human could indeed. It is, perhaps, the very loneliness of it that twists him further. He wouldn’t wish those struggles upon anyone, not truly, but he has long felt the weight of carrying this burden alone.

Then, you came along.

Falling in love with you is a little like seeing his younger self for the first time.

You are you, of course. You are not him, not a past version of him, not a thing simply to project onto. He knows that, and he would never try to make you someone you are not. But you are familiar in ways that feel almost nostalgic.

You still have an innocence, like he used to have. Not that you’re naive -- you know well enough how to handle those brothers by now, and you have certainly gained that ability to resist demons as Lucifer once instructed you to. But unlike most, you had a unique chance to earn the respect of those around you; the brothers have a true affection and camaraderie with you that most humans never have the chance to get. The Celestial Realm, too, first came to know of your existence as powerful before they really knew you.

They recognize you as an equal. And that gives you a chance to seek the same mission he has had all this time, from a more even starting point -- at least, if you want to. Or to seek anything else you’d like.

You have that kind of spirit, that he believes in whatever path you choose. Even without the power to see souls as they sparkle, he can see there is something special in you. Something he wants to protect, something he wants to nurture and see grow.

Something that he needs to protect, if the forces who twisted him are now threatening to involve you too.

You

Of course Solomon is a little weird, you think. He’s a human who has existed in this world of demons, magic, angels, sorcerers, witches, and everything else, for longer than any human rightfully should have existed at all.

But at this point, aren’t you a little weird, too?

You laugh it off the first few times they say it -- that it’s debatable whether he even counts as human anymore. It’s true, you think. An immortal, powerful sorcerer who has seen everything you’ve ever learned about history and more, with a reputation of being more demonic than most demons themselves? Yeah, you’ve never met any human quite like him.

The longer it goes on, though, the more that opinion changes.

With the brothers affectionately surrounding you, chattering away amongst themselves, they make that remark again, and a small part of you starts to wonder what exactly they mean by it.

What’s so inhuman about him?

He may be deviously clever, but is it really so strange to think that humans might have their schemes sometimes? It’s rampant throughout the human world.

His age is beyond comprehension, but it turns out that plenty of human witches bargain with demons to extend their lives. You’ve started considering it too, if you’re being honest.

He is powerful, the most powerful human ever to live -- except, so are you now.

You start thinking, more and more, that the two of you aren’t actually quite so unalike.

If they think he’s not human anymore, how long until they think the same of you?

So you mention it to him one day, just as a passing comment, during your training together. You didn’t mean much by it, but he frowns, and he ends training for the day, and he takes you to a café, just so you can chat about it a little more. And you didn’t mean to complain, but you end up talking about it and all your other worries and stresses over this whole exchange student turned sorcerer deal for what turns into hours.

He's vague, and evasive about any follow-up questions, but he tells you a little about some of his worries too.

You realize you didn’t really know him all that well before. You start to get to know him better.

When you start talking to him after that, really talking and having real conversations, it’s refreshing in a way. You tell him mundane little stories about your life before all of this -- about your parents, your friends, old anecdotes of how you grew up. You tell him about the things you used to do and your worries about how you’ve become so disconnected from all of that now. And he understands. He listens with a knowing sort of care that none of the others quite have. They do listen to you, of course, but everyday human life is as abstract to them as this world used to be to you. Human life, compared to their own realms, seems so small and inconsequential.

Not to Solomon, though.

As you talk to him, you realize, without a shadow of a doubt, that he remembers. The human world has changed over time, and so has he, but he still remembers what it was like. He still sees things as a human does, no matter how long he’s been surrounded by all this. He asks you all about the human world nowadays, like a house he used to live in, where new owners have come in, and the walls have been repainted, and none of the furniture is arranged how it was before.

Even so, it still feels like home to him. And talking about it feels like home to you.

You don’t really know what they all mean, when the others talk about souls being sparkly or polishing yourself so yours becomes shiny.

Apparently, you sparkle. Apparently, so does he.

But does it matter? Does it matter how all these otherworldly beings judge the worth of a human soul?

What you know is this:

You are human. And so is he.

[synthleeius]

this was such a cute request btw ALSO IM SORRY IT TOOK AGES I DIDNT MEAN TO I JUST KINDA FORGOT AB IT but we need more like barely ticklish readers bc its adorable

lee!reader

ler!solomon

1..

2..

Okay that's it.

You were known to be slightly inpatient, but you’ve knocked on the door of Solomon's room at least 6 times. And sure, you're all for being respectful.. but, come on!

So on that note, you twisted the doorknob and pushed his door open a crack to take a peak in before fully opening it and walking inside. You saw the sorcerer at his desk with his laptop open, and his headphones in. So that's why he didn't answer the door..

A small tinge of mischief filled your senses as you creeped up to him, taking a quick look at his laptop. Of course he was researching.. he could never get enough, could he?

You huffed quietly, I mean, how could all of his attention be on a few spells and potions! So much that he didn't even have time for you? How rude..

“What's got you so upset, hm?”

you gasped softly at the voice, your gaze immediately turned from the laptop to the voice. Solomon just chuckled, slipping his headphones from on his head to around his neck, turning around to look at you.

“What, you didn't think you could just linger over my shoulder like that and expect me not to notice right?” he chuckled, disbanding the headphones on the desk completely and standing up. His full attention was on you, and you could tell.

“That's so unfair! You weren't supposed to notice, and I was supposed to scare you!” You exclaimed, but quiet enough to not alert anyone else. Solomon just laughed at your antics, his head tilting as your arms folded over your chest.

“Don't laugh at me! Ugh, anyways.. what are you doing?” You changed the subject absentmindedly, taking a step back to his desk and looming over it to read the text on the screen. ‘The properties of this potion..’ blah blah blah.. God, did he really read all of this for hours on end?

“Just researching on this potion.. Why do you ask? Don't tell me you wish to start learning the things I do.” He teased, standing behind you and watched as your eyes squinted a bit at the laptop.

“I’d rather die, thanks.” You responded bitterly, a sly smile on your face as you turned around to meet Solomon's smug expression. “Would you now?” He asked, but you could tell that he didn't expect a true answer. “I would.” You bit back, your eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“..What are you planning?” He asked, taking a small step closer to you. “Whatever do you mean? Im great~” You giggled gently, a single finger of yours connecting to his side. He let out a slight flinch, his hand taking a hold of yours.

“Don't start something you can’t win.”

“Oh, don't worry, I know I can win.”

You started by connecting your free hand to his hips, before you were ever so rudely interrupted..

“Absolutely not.” He said with a playfully stern voice, taking your wrist and conjoining it with your other in one of his hands and holding them in front of you. “Awh what, are you too ticklish?” You teased, leaning in a bit more forward to get a better look into his eyes.

“What are you even gonna do, hm? You know I’m not ticklish right?” You asked with a slightly confused tone, letting your wrists fall in his hold without and struggle. After all, you weren't scared.

“Barely ticklish.” He corrected you, smiling to himself when he saw your cheeks had fell a soft pink. “Yeah, barely, so what?” You scoffed, turning your head to the side.

“Say, MC, help me out will you? I'm in need of a.. assistant, if you will.” He pondered, his free hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder.

“Noho- fuck off.” You could help but giggle at the playfulness, backing up until you hit the back wall. Solomon followed you as you did, moving your captured wrists above your head and holding them in place as you struggled.

“Thank you for your cooperation MC, I deeply appreciate it.” His hand travelled to your neck, his fingertips running up and down the sides ever so gently. Usually, you don't get this kind of treatment. You weren't very sensitive to that sort of touch and that's a fact. But.. Something about his touch, it made you want to squirm in a sort of way you didn't know was possible.

“mmph.. s- stop.” you whispered, your head hiding in the side of your raised arms. Solomon just loomed down at you with a sly smirk, his nails moving to scratch under your chin teasingly. “You're right. You're not very ticklish, but that doesn't mean I can't tickle you anyways.”

“It's supposed to..” you mumbled, looking away as you felt his nails drag across your shoulder all the way up to your wrist in a swift line. He began fluttering gently with his top three fingers, making you shiver in place. You hid your forced smile, sneaking a soft peak at the other’s face.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, the tone in his voice making you resist the urge to slap him right there and then. Just.. He was acting like he wasn't doing anything! Like his fingertips weren't slowly spidering down your arm, stopping to linger at your inner elbow, and-

“What, you can’t take it? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” He cut your train of thoughts, a sly smirk on his face looking into your eyes. “It's not.. like that. You.. you're just..”

Your voice trailed off, your brain short circuiting slightly. You couldn’t help it! barely even tickled, it was just.. flustering in a sort of way you couldn’t describe.

“You know, you're saying a lot about me.. How about we talk about you and that, may I say, adorable smile of yours?” He teased, letting his hand finally spread lower. He dragged his nails from your elbow, skimming under your arm for a split second before resting his hand on your waist.

He took a second to look at you, as if he was taking it all in. “What are you doing..?” You mumbled, your head turning forward to look at Solomon with a confused look. “Nothing.” He replied, his hand that was sitting comfortably on your waist began to run up and down, and you could feel his thumb rub side to side teasingly.

“Doesn't seem like nothi- shihit!-” You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle when his hand slipped under your shirt and skittered across your bare stomach. Sure, it wasn’t bad, but it still made that familiar bright smile reappear on your face, maybe even bigger than before if you really looked.

“Hm.. good spot?” He chuckled, letting his fingertips roam to your sides and hips just to make you squirm a bit. “Yknow, I really could make you more ticklish if you just let me use a tiny bit of magi-”

“Fuck no.” You cut him off, “Fihirst of all, fuck that, second of all, you’d torture me!” As you exclaimed, His hand finally slowed and his other came down to wrap around your torso. With a relieved sigh, you let your arms slam lightly onto his shoulders after being held up for so long.

“I should've expected that answer,” He began, a soft smile on his lips; “But if it means anything, I don't think I need to.. I like you like this.”

He whispered the last bit, laughing when you rolled your eyes.

“Stay tonight?”

“..Fine.”

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Cookie's Writing Challenge Day Three: Rest

Prompt of the day: Rest

Pairing (Platonic): Solomon x Margarette Camellia Sanchez (OC)

Genre: Comfort/Fluff + Crack

Summary: Solomon tries to convince his apprentice to take a break from her attendant duties for a day.

Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Countdown Event

Cookie's Writing Challenge Prompts

< Day Two: Sunflowers ••• Day Four: Excitement >

"Camellia, you have to listen to me. You should take a day off tomorrow."

Solomon says with his arms crossed as he stands by Camellia's bedroom doorway, watching his exhausted apprentice flop down forward on her bed.

She's been coming home always looking worn out for the past few days and it's worrying him.

"And I told you, you don't have to worry about me. I'm doing fine. Just a little tired."

He sighed. Camellia's stubbornness was one of the things he loved about her. But it can also be troublesome at times, like this moment.

He walked towards her and sat on the edge of the bed. She was still lying on her stomach.

"Would someone who's doing fine complain about her aching shoulders and back almost every day?" He quipped while gently massaging her shoulders.

"Oh, come on. You know that I already had issues with my shoulders and back even before I came here– oof! You hit a spot!"

Solomon took his hands off her shoulders when she groaned. "Does it hurt?"

Camellia shook her head. He sighed again.

"I just don't want you to overwork yourself. I know it's your way of coping with your situation, but it wouldn't hurt to give some time to yourself to unwind. And you know I'm always here to lend an ear to you, right?"

"......"

After a moment of silence, Camellia rose from her position. Solomon moved a little to give her space.

"It's just... I can't help but sometimes think that I might not be able to find a way to go back to our time. That I might not be able to see my family and friends again. It's... it's a scary thought. I know you're also trying to find a way for me to get back. I just don't want to add more worries for you to think about."

Solomon's heart clenched at her quiet words.

"Nonsense. You will never be a burden to me, Camellia, so you don't need to worry about that. You can share your thoughts with me as much as you like. And we'll find a way to get you back, I promise," he assured her as he pulled her in for a hug.

"...Alright, I'll take the day off tomorrow. I'll call Lucifer later to tell him."

"Good."

They stayed in that position for a while. The silence between them was comforting.

"...Hey, Solomon?"

"Yes?"

"Did you, perhaps, cook something again?"

"...No."

Camellia pushed the white-haired sorcerer at arm's length.

"Lies. I can smell burnt food from your clothes."

"W-well... you were tired, so I can't let you use up your remaining energy to cook for us both! Please, Camellia...!"

She sighed as she watched her teacher fumble with his words trying to find excuses. Looks like her day isn't quite over yet.

Tag list: @azulashengrottospiano @amberheavendremurr @yourlocalgrass @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @officialdaydreamer00

[mayababes19]

"A HAUNTED HOUSE ISN'T THAT SCARY"

⚠️Mdni, MammonxF!MC, Mammon x Afab!Reader, Switch!Mammom, Switch!Reader, Whiney!Mammon, smut ⚠️

(First smut fic. Apologies if it's bad or the use of repeated words 🥲)

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"On one peaceful night, a special night since October 31st 2,000 years ago. Every year highschool students throw a halloween party, yet, it always comes with a cost. A killer, every Halloween, goes to at least one of these parties and ends up killing at least 15 students from the school. The survivors every year describe what they saw and heard. It’s said if you hear his bells, he’s right behind you”

“Hah?! That’s just a stupid Solomon.” Mammon protested. “Yes, it was quite… amusing.” uttered Satan. “Isn’t this party lovely? Ah.. so many beautiful outfits. Not as beautiful as mine, of course.” Asmo jittered.

Yes. Here you were stuck at a party with the seven brothers and undateables as it was Diavolo’s birthday. Everything was bold and extravagant. Decorations and music filled the room. Guests mingling amongst each other. Mammon whined for days until you finally agreed to be his date for the party, which left the others bitter to say the least. First come, first serve. Mammon matched you. His tuxedo was black with yellow accents and you had a yellow dress with black heels, your hair in a nice updo.

Which was rare. You always had the school uniform on or dressed in comfy clothing.

Solomon laughed at Mammon’s protest, “It was a nice story for this spooky night. I heard barbatos set up a walkthrough in the haunted mansion so it can feel like home for y/n and I.”

“Let’s all try it. It should be fun” you said. In reality, you just wanted to see Mammon’s and Leviathan’s scared faces.

The other stayed behind as you, Solomon, Mammon, and Leviathan all went to the haunted house. “I a-ain’t scared. No way. I’m the bravest one here.” Mammon boasted. Leviathan rolled his eyes, “and a complete moron.”. “Hey! Respect your older brother!”

As you walked, you couldn’t help but stare at Mammon. His white hair… his tuxedo hugged his body and muscles. You wanted him. Badly. To be in his arms as he was deep inside you - whining at how good you felt wrapped around him.

Suddenly, a ghost prop scared all four of you. Mammon screamed and ran, you hot on his tails. “Mammon! Mammon! Calm down!” You yelled. You continued chasing Mammon down a hallway until you both ran into a walk-in closet.

You were so close together. So..

“Oi!” He was panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he stared down at your frame. “Are you okay, Mammon?” You questioned. “Y-yeah. I’m fine” he stuttered out. You shifted your body, trying to see out the crack in the closet. “Stop moving, idot.” “Relax. I’m trying to see if it’s clear to go.” you argued.

Suddenly, you felt something poking you. “Is that..?” Mammon was red. So red. “I told ya to stop moving…”

Mammon wrapped his arms around you, his face buried in your neck. “I need you..” he whispered in a whiny tone. Mammon turned you around, kissing you hungrily. He was rough, yet gentle at the same time. His hands ran all over your body, gripping your hips, holding you closer. “So damn sweet..” he muttered. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth.

He slid his tongue in, exploring your mouth. Mammon started massaging your breasts, teasing you through your chest. He pulled you deeper into the walk-in closet - pushing and bending you over a vanity chair. “I told you to stop moving.. and now..” Mammon groaned. “You’re going to finish what you caused”. Mammon hiked up your dress, “Black laced panties? Were you expecting this, love?”

“No, I wasn’t-” he cut you off with a finger teasing your clit through your panties, making you gasp. He kept tugging at panties, not pulling them down. Purposefully making them rub against your clit. “Mammon..” you whined. “Beg me..” “Mammon, please”. He was so cocky for someone who was just screaming from a ghost prop not that long ago. “Fine, but you asked for it”.

Mammon pulled your panties down and immediately attacked your cunt. He was nose deep. Groaning as he licked up all your sweet juices. His pants were getting tight. “Mammon..” you moaned, gripping the top of the vanity chair. His tongue lapped you up like you were a lollipop. You were so sweet to him. Your knees buckled as he started tongue fucking you. You gasped and moaned as you felt his tongue inside you.

Mammon pulled away, his mouth and chin wet with your juices. “Come ’mere..” Mammon lifted you up and sat on the chair. “Please mommy.. ride me..” Mommy? Did he just call you ‘mommy’?

“Mommy?” you asked with a smirk. Mammon face flushed. “S-shut up! It means nothing” he barked. “Right..” you teased. Mammon unbuckled his belt and shuffled his pants down, his face flushed and breathing hitched. You didn’t hesitate to straddle him, sliding onto his cock so menacingly slow. “Stop…teasing!” Mammon gripped your hips, slamming you down onto his length making you both moan and gasp.

Manmon let out a loud whine at the feeling of you. Your hot and slick cunt gripping onto him tightly. Mammon’s breathing was labored, his tie loose, and his tuxedo slightly opened revealing a bit of his chest.

“Mommy..” he moaned. His eyes lidded as you rode him. “You’re so big, Mammon.. fuck..” you bit your lip as you watched his reactions.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

The sounds of skin against skin, moans, and Mammon’s labored breathing filled the closet. “Ah.. if you keep that up..” Mammon’s eyes closed as his eyes closed. “Look at you.. all needy for me” you increased your pace, watching as he lost his mind. You noticed a mask on the vanity and put it on his head. It was a goblin mask. “What.. are you d-doing?” he questioned. “It’ll feel good..” you answered.

You attacked his neck, leaving dark hickies. Earning a string of moans from him. Suddenly, Mammon pulled out - flipping you both. “You..,” he panted, “You will feel it. I’ll make you feel good, Mommy. I’ll make you feel so good..” He kissed your jawline as he buried his head into your neck, sliding back inside your tight walls. “So.. damn.. tight..”

He slammed into you repeatedly, taking your legs and putting them on his shoulders. “Such a good girl, Mommy..” Mammon hit your g-spot over and over again. Abusing it as you moaned louder.

The doors outside the closet opened. “Mammon? Y/n?” It was Solomon. Mammon covered your mouth and slowed down his thrusts. Giving slow deep strokes as your eyes rolled back. “I guess they’re not here. Maybe in the other room?” Solomon’s footsteps fade away as Mammon slowly uncovers your mouth and takes off the goblin mask. “You're being too loud, Mommy..” he went back to abusing your slick cunt. “Mammon, ah..” you cried out, gripping his biceps.

Thrust after thrust - mammon got you closer and closer.

“Mammon, I’m close..” he was bringing tears to your eyes from how good he was making you feel. You felt your toes damn near curling from how deep he was. “Beg,” Mammon gulped, taking a deep breath trying to speak - “Beg me to let you release. Beg me to give you what you want”. He grinned as he watched your expressions. Tears and mascara streaming down your face. You were a mess.

“Please.. please let me, fuck.. mmph!” your back arched. “Aw.. you were so close. I said beg.. or do you want me to stop?” He cooed. “No no no. Please,” you bit your lip. “Please don’t stop. Please let me cum. Fill me up. Please Mammon.” You begged. You couldn’t handle it. He was making see stars in this stupid closet. “H-heh..” he smirked.

“As you wish..” he licked your neck and picked up his pace. His thrusts are rough and deep. “You want to cum for me? Yeah? Do it, mommy. Please. I want to feel you milk me as you release.”

His body leaned over you, his tone switching back to a whiney one. “Mommy… ah” Mammon held you close, moaning into your ear.

“Mammon, I’m-” “Do it. Please mommy. Cum for me..” he whispered into your ear before biting your earlobe. You couldn’t hold it any longer and let go, earning a loud groan from Mammon as he followed suit.

You both panted as Mammon laid on top of you, looking into your lidded eyes “I love you.. I love you so much..” “Mammon, the party-” He scoffed. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you here alone a mess. We can be a mess together. I don’t care if I’m punished,” he paused, looking at you lovingly.

“As long as I’m here with you…”

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@screampied

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Complete master post of all spicy stories below!

Peaky Blinders

Comfortable - Thomas Shelby x Reader - Pt 1. Pt 2

While everyone else is away you get stuck at home with Tommy planning Polly’s Birthday party. Normally the two of you fight and bicker constantly. This time something different happens.... Loss of virginity, sex, enemies to lovers

Jealous - Thomas Shelby x Reader - Pt 1. Pt. 2

Tommy gets jealous when the reader runs into an old friend at the ar. Friends to lovers, confession of feeling, Pt 1 is all fluff & Pt 2 is all spice

Are You Asking? - Thomas Shelby X Reader

A younger reader (legal) who is friends with Ada surprises Tommy when she comes back from a trip abroad. Fluff and Smut

Tipsy - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Tommy teases the reader for getting tipsy, he walks her home and sees what happens. Hurt /Comfort & mild smut

The Italian Spy - Thomas Shelby X Reader

The Reader is an Italian girl who wants Tommy's help but gets a lot more than she bargained for. Hurt comfort & smut

Bloody Hell - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Things get messy when Tommy goes after the Italian cook in the kitchen. Explicit sex while being covered in blood

Threesome - Thomas Shelby X Reader X Alfie Solomons Pt.1 Pt.2

Double penetration with Alfie and your husband Tommy - Possessive & rough

Bubbly - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Super smart reader, struggles of being very pretty and anxiety, Falling for your boss. Fluff, & mild smut

Fix It - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, fighting, depression, drinking, drug use, unhealthy weight loss, Esme & Polly to the rescue, Tommy fixes it. Hurt/comfort, Fix it fic,

Arranged Marriage - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, loss of virginity, slow burn, falling in love, fluff and smut

Wedding Night - Thomas Shelby X Reader

 Sex, loss of virginity, fluff, cuteness, rough sex, the reader gets a little bruised but she’s happy about it

Tiny Dancer- Thomas Shelby x Reader

Sex, hurt comfort, falling in love, Shelby family drama, happy ending, hurt comfortt

Jealous Wife - Thomas Shelby X Reader

Tommy's young wife gets jealous of all the attention he gets. Rough emotional sex

Dom Assasin Reader X Thomas Shelby

A violent and sexy tale of revenge...

Mustache - Michael Gray X Reader

reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending.

Never Safe For Work - Thomas Shelby X Reader -- Pt2

A reader with a high sex drive, and the things Tommy does to keep up - with Gifs

High Sex Drive - Arthur Shelby X Reader

Arthur Shelby trying to keep up with his wife - With Gifs

Enemies Make the Best Lovers - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Reader and Thomas are well-known rivals when a business trip from hell forces them to work together they must overcome their rocky past

Tangerine

Stop the World

After years of working against each other out in the field. This time you decide its best to team up - the aftermath leaves you weak in the knees

Tangerine Dream

Blue light room smut - you meet a man at the club and decide to go upstairs.

Baby Girl

Tangerine and the Reader get caught in a sticky situation and he finally understands the effect he has on her - Heavy Dom / Sub

Sherlock Holmes

Irene - Sherlock X Reader

The Reader is not impressed with Sherlock's long-time friend. SMUT

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Another realisation about Solomon post? Yes.

But First!

Let's talk about MC and Mammon's friendship (like I haven't spoken about it enough)

(platonically) general MC is probably the closest with Mammon:

• Beel mentions this in early S1 - saying that MC frequently seeks Mammon out to talk with him

• Levi mentions this in both S2 and Nightbringer

• Belphie briefly implies it in a chat

• Mammon has spoken about it multiple times

• Mammon & MC have been sharing a room frequently enough for him to leave his toothbrush and phone charger in their room from early S1 all the way up to S4

• His birthday is the only one they took charge and planned on their own, starting the gift giving a whole week before the actual date

• He's the only person in the circus event that they instantly remembered without having to talk with him first

• He's the first one in Nightbringer to fully accept them and start bringing them into the family shenanigans

• There are dialogue options like this, that aren't really options at all

• He's always their first - their first friend in every timeline and alternate universe

Okay so, now to the actual point of the post:

Solomon (in Nightbringer) asks MC if they've made any progress towards making the new pacts and MC says they're working on Mammon.

We know, obviously, why MC picks Mammon:

• He's their first. Not only does it seem like the right thing, they know him enough to know he'll throw a huge tantrum if he wasn't their first

• He's the safest and easiest option (I speak about this in more detail here) but basically he's the most settled after the Fall, the least likely to react badly or in anger, the least likely to accidentally hurt them and an extremely loyal ally (post here)

• Most importantly, he's their friend and they genuinely just like spending time with him

Solomon however, says something along the lines of picking Mammon being a smart choice because Mammon seems lonely.

Solomon's first thought was to see MC and Mammon's relationship from a strategic point of view. He saw a weakness (a true weakness btw, I actually have half a fic written from a year ago about Mammon being lonely in the Celestial Realm and I really need to complete it) and he exploited it to get what he wanted - similar to how he made a pact with Asmo in the present day timeline.

Solomon saying/doing this isn't really a bad thing, but I think it really adds to his character and shows his differences when compared to MC. It also really adds weight to the whole:

• locked away in a basement and hidden from the world during his childhood

• had one childhood friendship which is implied to have ended badly

• spent thousands of years without any real friends despite the fact that he had at least three people (Asmo, Barbatos and Thirteen) who genuinely cared for him

• admitted to not seeing the demons he made pacts with as friends until either s3 or 4, despite the fact that, even pre-series, Solomon is one of the people Asmo genuinely likes, cares about, values the opinion of, wants to impress and initially feels nervous around because of this

I just...

I love it when they give you a smiley and chill, kinda goofy, character whose past is a little mysterious and then you figure out oh he's got a tragic past and also his world view and thought processes are very messed up but also a product of his past

10/10 character actually

Relevant Posts:

• Solomon's World View and Thought Processes

• How Solomon's Past Shaped Him

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Lizzaneia's Grimoire of Yandere Men

Here's a masterlist of my yanderes! It will be updated regularly whenever a prompt or fic will be posted.

RULES FOR REQUESTING: Here

YANDERE MEN SECOND SET : HERE

(I separated the second set since the photo got capped already ^^)

ALL YANDERE MEN SET 1

RANKING REQ: The yanderes as fathers

SCENARIO REQ: The Yanderes with their yandere children

RANKING REQ: The yanderes and your period

SCENARIO REQ: The yanderes and their dream date

SCENARIO REQ: The yanderes and their Choice of Outfit for You

SCENARIO REQ: The Yanderes and their Darling's lonely birthday

ALL YANDERE OC ASKS AND WRITER ASKS

Top 3 yandere men (my OCs) when it comes to jealousy

ask: How would I define yandere?

Which OCs inherited their yandere-ness/Has yandere-ness in their genes?

My top 3 yanderes

YANDERE VERSION OF FANDOM CHARACTERS

Yandere! Neuvillette (Genshin)

Yandere! Solomon (Obey Me)

yandere! Artist Arlen

main fic

yandere! artist and his muse

Yandere! Dragon Vincent

main fic

Req: Yandere tidbits: flying

Yandere! Theater Actor Ignatius

main fic

ask: Soooo does this mean Ignatius got roleplay k!nk??

What if: reader is an otaku?

Yandere! Butler Zero

main fic

Yandere! Sugar Daddy Rowan

main fic

ask: Rowan can spoil me anytime :)

ask: Just read yandere sugar daddy AND GOD!! Plz do part 2. I want to see them dating🫣

REQ: Yandere! Jock Damon

main fic (also had voice headcannons for the previous yan men)

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is a black belter in martial arts?

Ask: what if the reader doesn't like Damon's himbo personality?

Ask: What if Damon drops his facade?

Req: ask of a What if: Black belter reader met somebody else in the promotional test?

Req: Yandere tidbit: achievements

What if: darling posts a thirst trap?

Req: Yandere tidbit: Reward system

REQ: Yandere! Assassin Azrael

main fic

req:yandere! Assassin and his conglomerate girlfriend

ask: oh. hm.. so. Azrael right? So he gonna tear us down eh?-- What would happen next 🤡?

ask: I'm actually scared for yan!assassin mc.......

Yandere! Ex-boyfriend Lee

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is now a husk?

Req: WHAT IF: Reader knows how to protect themselves?

Yandere! Cowboy Knoxx

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Darling goes back to the city?

Req: WHAT IF: The reader goes back to the city, but this time with Knoxx?

Req: What if of a WHAT IF: Reader becomes a broken husk after the baby trapping?

Yandere! Emo Ashton

main fic

req: Yandere! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

REQ: Yandere! Werewolf Lyall

main fic

Req: Yandere tidbit: Knitting

Yandere! Ex-husband Iñigo

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

REQ: Yandere! hospital chairperson Xavier

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Darling got sick?

REQ: Yandere! Villain Eros

main fic

ask: Darling avoids Eros turned Part 2

REQ: Yandere! Politician Maximus

main fic

REQ: Yandere! Mafia boss Hades

main fic

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is a rebel type?

Req: WHAT IF: Reader is "cheating"?

[sunnyrealist]

Let's Talk about Sebastian's Parents

I recently needed to write about Mr. and Mrs. Sallow for my fanfic, and because there is very little information out there, I had to invent a lot of backstory as to who they were and what life was like for the Sallow family prior to their deaths.

I'm so curious to know what headcanons others in the fandom have created about them. It would be interesting if some of us had similar thoughts. If you're willing, would you share your own ideas via comment or reblog? Thanks!

I threw in a little preview above of one of my many commissions from @giselsann-opencommissions that I've been sitting on for quite some time. I don't usually post them until I get to the plot points they depict. This one is close enough - I'll show the entire thing real soon.

Before I get to my headcanons, this is what Hogwarts Legacy: The Official Game Guide has to say about Sebastian's parents (see last paragraph):

Here is the background I created for my fic:

Their names were Samuel and Selina (Ware) Sallow. Their family and friends called them Sam and Lina.

They were both pureblood and the same age.

They met at Hogwarts. Sam was in Slytherin, and Lina was in Ravenclaw.

When they were students, they were academic rivals - not "enemies," per se, but they were not exactly friends until they were assigned as partners for a project in Potions during their seventh year. They realized how similar they were and fell in love.

They got married very quickly after graduation but didn't have Anne and Sebastian until they were older (around 30).

The two of them eventually became teachers at Hogwarts. Sam taught Magical Theory (predecessor to Professor Fig), and Lina taught Defense Against the Dark Arts (predecessor to Professor Hecat). They were experts in their fields.

They moved to Aranshire when they became professors. I believe they lived in the spider house in Hogwarts Legacy (there's actually evidence to back this up). It was FILLED with books to the point that it was practically a library.

The cellar was their workspace, and the twins knew that when their parents were down there that they were not to be disturbed unless there was an emergency.

Both of the Sallows were incredibly studious and conducted a lot of research in their spare time. They sometimes teamed up to study particular subjects, such as defensive magical theory and love as a form of magic in its purest form. They didn't view Dark magic as inherently evil, just as everyday magic is not always perfectly good.

Mr. and Mrs. Sallow were quite lovey-dovey. Sebastian remembers them reading in front of the fireplace, engrossed in their own books, but always holding hands or touching. He also remembers being grossed out as a little boy by how often they would kiss.

Neither of them had big families, and just about all of their family members had passed by the time the twins were born. Solomon Sallow was their only living relative at the time of their deaths.

They took the twins to Hogwarts often during summer breaks, so they had a head start on learning the lay of the land and the school's curriculum. Sam and Lina had them read some of their textbooks prior to their first year so that they could get the most out of their education.

They wanted the twins to be well-rounded, so they taught them multiple languages. Lina considered music a language and taught them how to play piano. She also would sing them a song every night when she put them to bed.

Lina was exceptionally gentle, despite her interest in magical combat, Dark magic, Dark creatures, etc. She tended to coddle and fuss over the children. Every year on their birthday, she would bake a spice cake with vanilla icing. She was proficient in both Muggle and magical healing. Her nicknames for Sebastian and Anne were "little prince" and "little princess" - "the little twin rulers."

As far as looks, Sebastian takes after Lina, who had curly auburn hair and freckles. While Anne got a few of Lina's freckles, her hair is similar to Sam's.

Sam loved to give the twins sweets behind their mother's back. He had a distinct laugh and enjoyed reading stories aloud and "doing the voices." He taught the kids how to play Quidditch; he had once been a beater. When he traveled for his studies and would come home with unique artifacts and new information, he would share all of it with the twins in plain language, never talking down to them. I see Sam as an Atticus Finch kind of father.

Christmas was a simple affair. They'd have Uncle Solomon over for dinner, and he would leave pretty quickly after dessert (he and Sam were not close and disagreements were frequent). The twins were always gifted two items: a new book and something particularly interesting, useful, or coveted.

They liked animals and had an Old English Sheepdog named Endy (short for Endymion).

Again, I would love to hear your headcanons. Are yours similar or completely different from mine? Sound off in the comments or reblog! I love discussions like this.

[mitsua]

HELLO<3 I hope you are having a great day/night and feeling awesome♡♡

Today's my birthday! So is it okay if you wrote a short fic how the birthday celebration goes for F!Reader, the brothers along with the other characters in the game included? TYSM IN ADVANCE 🤍

THANK YOUUU!! AAAH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU!! Happy birthdayyyy!! Hope I'm not getting too late haha

Hope you like it, a little present for you it is! <3

Birthday party for you

Warnings: none Genre: fluff & comfort

Series: Obey me! SWD? Pairing: MC × OM characters

MC's . . . FEM! Words' count: 0.64k

"Favorite food?" "Ready" "Snacks?" "Ready." "Presents?" "Ready." "Decorations?" "Ready." "Birthday hats?" "...do we really need to wear them?" Leviathan asked ashamed to use something so...weird? It seemed pointless to him if everything around the living room literally had printed, pasted or decorated with big letter saying 'Happy Birthday MC'.

"Yes! I've watched all about human birthday parties and this were mentioned a lot, so shut it!" Asmodeous argued with his older brother, punching him jokingly but hurting the purple haired one truly.

"Lights off! I told Simeon to bring her here after classes, which is anytime by now" Satan ordered to Mammon, who was the one closest in charge of the music and lighting.

"Yeah yeah, there." He mumbled grumpily. You see, Mammon had tried his best to convince his brothers to be the one to get you from school to this surprise party—but just as they know him, he'd get distracted on his way here and get you anywhere but the HoL—which is why he was in such mood.

After some minutes waiting for the door to open by Lucifer, who'd been the one leading the group of angels, humans and demons to the HoL, finally the clacking and struggling of the keys fitting opening the door were heard—just as Belphegor whisper-shouted to his twin to leave the cake alone.

This of course got the rest of the brothers scared as to Beel's uncontrollable hunger hitting right on the worst moment.

"So why are ya'll accompanying us to the HoL today?" You asked ignorant of the reason.

They all exchanged glances and a couple started laughing awkwardly, only feeding your curiosity and making you tilt your head in confusion, melting some hearts until Lucifer deigned to respond, "I thought it'd be a great idea to have them come for food here today, as I've put my brothers in charge of cleaning the whole house after Beel's last rampage, I thought they could see how impeccable they've left it."

To this you giggled, it seemed like valid argument since you were present the day Beel had ran out of food because a couple of the brothers hadn't read the labeled tuppers designed for each of them and had accidentally eaten everything at the end. 'Oh, how is it that they hadn't given Lucifer grey hairs yet? ...maybe he tinted his hair in secret?'

As you got lost on your thoughts, the oldest brother opened the door fully with a light push-party poppers going off and tons of colorful lights turned on, the six missing brothers coming out of their hidings holding different items. Mammon holding a headset to give off the whole 'DJ outfit', Leviathan had a couple of gift boxes, Asmodeous was holding his phone which you supposed was recording, and Belphegor was holding Beel back from the table.

Satan was the first to come closer to you and kiss your hand gently, "happy birthday dear."

Soon enough everyone came inside and Leviathan got on a fight with Mammon to put the best playlist for the party, Luke still hugged you tightly while smiling brightly to you, congratulating you endlessly.

Solomon made a portal where many gift boxes and bags were dropped from—tagged with the names of Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and himself.

You got really emotional with the demons', angels' and human's attention towards your special day, making you spill a couple of tears when they finished half singing-half reading the happy birthday song to you and telling you to blow the cake's candles before Beelzebub did it—making all of them to worry as if you did not like their singing or what had happened.

"I've got it, but I'll wish for a little something else" you confessed grinning, returning to your normal carefree and jovial self.

'I wish to celebrate many birthdays like this in the future.'

Hope you've had a beautiful and treasurable day!

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[cerberus-new-owner]

Hellooooooooooo

i did it i got my lazy ah up and typed out the continuation for simeon (and luke technically)

soooooooooooooo here it isssss

Simeon's (and Luke's) Continuation from the Sleep Headcannons

Content warningsss: GN!Mc, simeon x Mc (romantic), luke is present (platonic), kind of angsty i guess but mostly comfort, Mc does act as a parental figure to Luke

context i think: Thanks to another one of Mammon's get rich schemes a complex curse had been placed over the H.O.L. and would take a while to undo, so with everyone at purgatory willing to let them stay with them Mc packed the essentials and left for the weekend. When they got to purgatory hall they were greeted by their boyfriend hugging Simeon tightly before giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek and entering.

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It was fairly late at night in the Devildom, and everyone in purgatory hall was already fast asleep.

Mc and Simeon were cuddled up to each other asleep before a light knocking at Simeon's door was heard waking Simeon with a jolt and waking up a very dishevelled looking Mc up at him confused

"Simeon-?" they croaked looking up at him the sleep in their eyes and voice evident

"I'm sorry angel, go back to sleep" he cooed gently brushing their hair back.

After a few seconds he slowly got up walking quietly to not distub his partner.

Opening the door to his room revealed an upset Luke, with dried tear stains on his cheeks, holding the stuffed toy Mc gave him for his birthday tightly to his chest, sniffling every now and then.

Seeing this Simeon crouched down so he was at Luke's level

"another nightmare?" he asked, keeping his voice quiet as he gently placed a hand on Luke's shoulder, offering some comfort for the young angel, watching a few tears fall down Luke's cheeks as he noddded his head timidly before the young angel moved to hug him clearly shaken up by the nightmare he had.

Luke sobbed into Simeon's shoulder mumbling a few unintelligible words before Simeon stood up, carrying Luke with him he walked back to his bed sitting down next to a now fully awake Mc.

Mc watched as the two angels sat on the bed sitting up slightly to offer their own comfort for the crying angel, watching as Simeon set Luke down between where Mc and him were originally.

Gently brushing his tears away before softly telling him "go back to sleep sweetheart," as Mc tucked him in before laying down next to him "the bad dreams can't get you here kid." They watched as Simeon followed suit an almost lovesick look on his face as he looked at them laying down on the other side of Luke mouthing the words 'i love you' before going to sleep.

The next day they ended up sleeping in, Solomon, thinking Mc was already at RAD or had gone to the cafe they had mentioned the day before and had taken Luke with them explaining Luke's absence, walked into Simeon's room confidently ready to have to shake the angel awake.

Noticing the two angels and the human asleep together he took a photo planning on sending it to Simeon later knowing the angel would appreciate the photo of himself with two of his favourite people.

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Thank you for reading if you read through the whole thing!! I've had this stuck in my head for a week or so and had to write it (as mentioned multiple times i belive)

if theres any thing i missed in my content warnings or i made a mistake somewhere please do tell me

the barbatos fic should be out soon hopefully

Have a good day/night/afternoon/morning/steak/bird idk just have a good one

Follow the yellow brick road to my Masterlist

[another-lost-mc]

LEVIATHAN masterlist

➤ fics

someone leviathan loves [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: making out, dry humping, demon form!levi

player two [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: yandere-ish levi, suggestive content

vibration sensations [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: invasion of privacy, sex toys, tailfucking, light dom/sub dynamics

take pity on me [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: vampire!au, suggestive content

➤ poly / multi-pairing fics

second chances [ afab!reader | nsfw ] mammon x reader, leviathan x reader (separately) cw: threesome, resolved sexual tension

one for all [ gn!reader | nsfw ] the demon brothers x reader cw: vampire!au (demon brothers are vampires)

fun and games [ gn!reader | nsfw ] mammon x reader, leviathan x reader (separately) cw: implied threesome, levi's demon form/tail, jealousy

➤ drabbles / thirsts

kissing in the water [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

kissing in the rain [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

levi likes to watch [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: cuckholding, voyeurism

when mc compliments him a lot

levi with an otaku!mc cw: jealousy

wearing skimpy clothes around him pt. 1 [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

wearing skimpy clothes around him pt. 2 [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

pervy levi thoughts [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: invasion of privacy, morally dubious behaviour

leviathan the treasure-hoarder

late-night cravings [ nsfw ] cw: sexting, masturbation

older step-brother!levi [ nsfw ] ↳ part 1 | part 2 cw: step!cest

tucking snake!levi into your clothes [ nsfw ]

nicknames [ nsfw ]

➤ headcanons

when it's mc's turn to cook

when mc needs a little TLC [ nsfw ]

high-achiever mc struggles at RAD

mc is reborn in the celestial realm

when they go down on you [ afab!reader | nsfw ]

when mc steals their clothes [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

living with a rich mc

your first kiss [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

the demon brothers go into heat [ afab!reader | nsfw ]

mc misses their sibling

when mc is quiet in bed [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

f*ck lucifer! (jokingly)

oral distractions [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

mc sends them audio porn [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

mc that feels burnt out/numb

where they bite mc (as vampires) [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

why they don't want to be vampires

would they use a love potion on mc? [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

being with a shy mc [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

mc drives them on a road trip

going to the movies

when movies make them cry

what they wear to see Barbie

lactation kink headcanons [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when mc is scared of snakes

chubby demon headcanons

size kink headcanons [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

watching over your human family

how the little d's act when you date the avatars of sin

when they hurt you by accident

when they find out you have a fwb [ nsfw ]

when they find out solomon is your fwb [ nsfw ]

watching the movie se7en [ nsfw ]

shadow-walking with mc

summoning their shadow forms

how they mark mc [ nsfw ]

when mc is a professional f1 driver

when they turn into their symbolic animals

when mc has a reversible plushie

when it's mc's birthday

sharing the same birthday with mc

➤ return to the obey me! masterlist

[justrainandcoffee]

Alfie x Rose: Timeline.

I really wanted to do something like this. At least to give the stories an order because it was mess. Considering they're independent one shots, when I write I don't follow a chronological order. But here, finally, they are ordered.

General masterlist || Modern!timeline || Alternate Universe

Spam-likers will be block. You too 🫵.

• Childhood (1888-1902)

From the moment they were born in 1888 to their first kiss when they were 14, in 1902.

Six months old

Tommy, the teddy the bear

Storks and chimneys

Hallowe’en

Childhood, shenanigans moodboard

The cat is (not) under the table

A manual of good behaviour

Rose (here's written their first kiss in 1902, despite the rest is a fic of their adult version)

• Adolescence (1902-1906)

From their first kiss until their forced separation. Including their first time.

The brown waistcoat

Rose-volution 🆕

Unsurely sure

Paradise

The moon

To the end of the world

When they were 18

Why

• Adulthood (1911-1963)

From their reunion to Rose's death in 1963. Including their marriage and them adopting Allie, their daughter.

A window to the past

Puzzles

The Solomons

Never again 🆕

Mr. Coldwell

Just another test

Criminal

Pater noster

The ghost of a Rose

Inner demons

Healing

Home

Invaluable: Part 1 Part 2🆕

Heart vs Mind

How to train your wife

Deal

Rose

Devil

Relax

The end of the journey

For a better future

Happy chaotic birthday

Unexpected: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Alfie's daughter

"When you wear nothing at all"

Princess

Breakfast

Good people die in their bed

Tell her

Bonus: 1645

A/N: Their story is still going on! More fics are coming. Also, there are plenty moodboards that complete these fics. Or add more details. And I'm not counting the spin-off about their pets, the different AUs or their modern versions.

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟮

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Multi-Character

Rain Check (K. Severide, J. Halstead, W. Halstead) — @anotherspnfanfic

The Way Home Masterlist — @deanstead

Jay Halstead

Obsession — @1800jjbarnes

Please — ^

No More Hiding — @acewritesfics

Feel the Same — ^

Married Man — @peachyhalstead

Sensory Overload ⎢ To Be Continued — @escapingrealitylovingsanity

Kelly Severide

What Colour? — @southsideserendipity

Close Call — ^

Babysitting — @deanstead

Haunting,  Haunted — ^

I Hate Cramps — ^

You Do Love Me — ^

Right Track — ^ 

Not Going Anywhere — ^

In Sickness and In Health — @sheetsonfire

Fooling — ^

She’d Have Liked You (Platonic) — ^

The Academy — ^

Blessings in Disguise — ^

“It looks good on you.” — @fighterkimburgess

“Is it that hard to believe I love you?” — ^

“Please don’t make me choose.” — ^

Prompt 43 and 48 — ^

Saving Grace — @callsign-dexter

Rebel — @heartmix

Keep You Close — @kitkatscabinet

Wasps — @themultifandomgal

Anesthesia — @poppadom0912

We Need You ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @enchantedblackrose

First Name Basis Masterlist — @xximpressions ༝༚༝༚

Somebody Call 911 — @hauntedmilkshakeghost

Dad!Kelly — @libraryofloveletters

I Want to Fix the World for You — @thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis

Five Times He Almost Kissed You, The One Time He Did — @firehouseonechicago

Total Badass — @wellimaginethat

Icarus Was Human Too ⎢ Part 2 — @pocketfulofrogers

Will Halstead

Taller — @kiddbegins

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

Death and the Lady⎢ Ch.1 ⎢Ch.2 ⎢ Ch.3 ⎢ Ch.4 ⎢ Ch.5 ⎢ Ch.6 ⎢ Ch.7 ⎢ Ch.8 ⎢  Ch.9 ⎢ Ch.10 ⎢ Ch.11 ⎢ Ch.12 ⎢ Ch.13 ⎢ Ch.14 — @tumbleweed-writes

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Sundress — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Bulletproof — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

Multi-Character

I Got Your Six Ch. 6 — @l00na24

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Home — @loulouwrites

Circumstance — ^

Moments — ^

Birthdays — ^

Hellish — ^

Family Respect — @dyns33

Family Honor — ^

Gentle Giant — @charliehoennam

Alfie Speaking to His Unborn Child — ^

Pub Owner!Reader — ^

Near Deadly Sin — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Stormy Weather — ^ 

In the Blink of the Eye — @simpforbuckyb

Thomas Shelby

The Clap — @acewritesfics

Sweetheart — ^

Best Man — @garrison-girl-08

In Time for Tea — ^

It’s Not Alright — ^

Planning or Scheming? — ^

Love Will Take You There ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @tshelbyfics

Can’t Fool Me Anymore — ^

Time After Time ⎢ 15 ⎢ 16 ⎢ 17 ⎢ 18 — @all-mirth-no-matter

My Darling Boy — @hllywdwhre

Revenge — ^

A Rare Occasion — @loveisfriendship

Think Straight — @ikinremu

Mother — @your-nanas-house

Helping Tommy Kill Luca — @wutheringcaterpillar

Long Time Coming — @hllywdwhre

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Wrote this for Solomon's birthday, I didn't post on my birthday and I even forgot to post lol. I think this is my fluffiest fic so far. Enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, fluff, softest soft yandere!

Solomon found himself in his office surrounded by parchment, ancient books and potions, so focused that he couldn't even hear you opening the door or smell the tea he loved so much that you were carrying. The sight in front of you was so familiar that all you could do was watch it, rolling your eyes gently.

The reddish light from the candles cast shadows on his silky gray hair, and a tired expression began to creak over his face, but as always your mentor remained focused on what he was doing. The sharp sound of the quill scratching the paper echoed in the room, muttering to himself as he worked on something.

Smiling, you approached him.

"Solly, how about you rest with me for a bit?" You handed him the steaming cup of tea, hiding a smile when you saw him start, already taking a place in the armchair next to his.

He looked up from his parchments, completely taken aback by your presence, but a goofy smile danced across his lips. "Oh, honey, you read my mind. What did I do to deserve you?"

You laughed at his comment and drank your tea in slow sips, enjoying the liquid that slowly warmed your body. The silence for both of you was more than welcome, there was something incredibly intimate about just sitting next to him and enjoying his presence and he felt the same, you could tell by the way his mouth curved into a smile and his eyes closed.

Curious, you pointed to the manuscripts that rested on his desk. "What are you doing this time?"

Solomon smiled mysteriously, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Working to fix small errors in a spell I'm creating."

You wanted to ask what kind of spell it was or what it was for, but Solomon loved his little mysteries and would never give you an answer until he was finished. Instead, you changed the subject. "Well, leave that for later I prepared a picnic for us and I'm going to take you whether you want it or not." You declared proudly.

You had planned everything from a to z. On any other day you would have to help the brothers and put up with being dragged into their shenanigans, but not today, today you would guide Solomon to a beautiful clearing behind Cocytus Hall where you would have a picnic and then, well, you would think of something to lengthen the day spent with him.

Any moment spent with him would be incredible. Just like it was when you heard him tell stories of his adventures before you went to sleep or when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer in the early hours of the morning, hearts beating together and him very gently drying your tears after a nightmare or the longing of being to far in the past from your home.

Here he had become your safe haven, your own guardian that protected you from everything and loved you greatly.

"Grab your cloak and meet me outside." You left a small kiss on his cheek before standing up, booping his nose and laughing at his lovestruck expression.

You were very sweet to him. That was probably what Solomon thought as he threw his cloak over his shoulders, finished drinking his tea, and walked out of his office, abandoning all his work.

His birthday had no meaning to him. Henever got to celebrate as a child and the date didn't value anything for him now, but Solomon was more than happy to follow you around and be able to receive your attention without having to share it with anyone. He was selfish when it came to you, every look, every word, every smile, Solomon likes to be on the receiving end of all of this and more.

If anyone else had disrupted when he was working, he would promptly ignore them. But it was you, sweet you that, so without thinking twice, he followed you. Along the way you held his hand, sometimes pointing to a cloud that had a funny shape and making him laugh.

The clearing was different from other places you had seen in Devildom. It was like a haven of silver light that illuminated every little corner its rays touched, dancing between the leaves of the tall trees, creating a play of soft shadows on the ground covered in a mix of soft grass and wildflowers. It was perfect, just like you wanted Solomon's day to be.

You placed the basket full of food on the floor and turned to look at him tenderly, watching surprise spread across his face before gaining appreciation and excitement. His surprise was evident on his face, but it quickly melted away, replaced by appreciation and excitement. You had meticulously planned this and seeing his reaction filled you with joy.

With a gentle smile, you gestured for him to join you on the soft blanket spread out under a oak tree. As he settled beside you, his eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of his happiness and lovestruck expression.

"Sometimes I forget how good it feels to take a break and just enjoy the moment," Solomon admitted softly. The smile on his lips made your heart jump inside your ribcage and smile too.

The world had failed to give him a nice birthday party so you hoped that being there with you would be enough to show him how important he was to you. There were many things you still wanted to tell him, that you wanted to show, for now you worried about filling his glass with juice.

"Well, in that case I have to start getting you out of your office more." You smiled.

Together, you shared the delicious food you had prepared, savoring each bite as you basked in the tranquility of the peaceful surroundings and the soft song only birds could sing. The shy moon cast a silvery glow over you two just like you planned.

As the afternoon drifted lazily by, you found yourselves lost in conversation, laughter, and shared memories. The worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together in this god forsaken timeline where you are trapped. But for as long Solomon could hold you like this you would be content.