#solomon. 🌀

[wishluc]

How about a Yan Solomon (Obey me) who uses the fact that he’s a human like the reader, as some kind of leverage to garner readers favour? Like, Solomon always reminds reader that he is always here for you and that no one else—especially those demon brothers, even Simeon (despite being an angel)—will understand you the way he does. Because, would you rather trust a demon to a human? Trust him, he knows how Devildom works, he knows of the dangers that lurks beneath the shadows. And plus, you ought to stick together. It’s easier that way. Solomon will protect you from everyone else. If you stay with him, he’ll guarantee your safety and happiness.

I don't know why yandere Solomon hadn't occurred to me yet...he's really fun to write for 'ヮ'

✧ CW: yandere character, manipulation

✧ PAIRING: Solomon x GN! reader

Seeing how comfortable you were with him now, it would be unbelievable to anyone else that there was a time you found Solomon intimidating.

Asmo, naturally, was the first to insist that you try talking to him. Despite his assurances that the sorcerer would be delighted to finally talk to you, when you thought back to Solomon and the haughty way his lips curled when he greeted you for the first time, you weren't quite sure about it. After all, what would an infamous magician like Solomon have to talk to you about? You weren't particularly well-versed in magic or anything else that may catch his interest. In comparison, you must look like a foolish little human.

Though Asmo insisted that Solomon wouldn't look down on you for such a thing, just the thought of approaching him without having any qualifications under your belt made you feel uneasy. There should be some form of solidarity between two humans in the Devildom—at least, you hoped so—but with everything the other brothers told you and the mysterious air that shrouded your human counterpart, you didn't really know if he felt the same. You could use a human friend in the unfamiliar world you were thrown into, but Solomon had clearly already made a name for himself here, without your help.

It was during a class that you actually start talking to Solomon.

In retrospect, there was no reason for him to be in that class with you. It was a beginner-level magic class, and Solomon was widely known for his aptitude in magic. You chalked it up to Lord Diavolo intervening with your schedules to make sure you had a chance to befriend Solomon. Having the exchange students be unfamiliar with each other probably wouldn't reflect well on his program.

"So, we finally get to talk," Solomon said, spryly sliding into the seat beside you, "you should know that I've been trying quite hard to reach you, but the brothers have been...determined to not let me drop by and say hello." You instantly thought back to the obscure warnings you had received from your dormmates about the now perfectly ordinary-looking student in front of you. "I hope they haven't frightened you already. From what I've heard, they like telling you all sorts of exaggerated rumors about me." "I wasn't scared," you said, and then regretted it immediately, "I just didn't get a chance to say hello since my first day here." "Well," the smile on his face was almost wicked, tinged with just enough mischief to reassure you, "now you have one."

As you quickly learned, Solomon was everything you were missing in Devildom. He understood your yearning for human realm delicacies that weren't found in the Devildom, going as far as to try and recreate the recipe for you. He found ways to bring you all the music and films you wanted to see again, took you out when you were exhausted from studying, and—it was impossible for you to not grow to like him as much as you did.

Things that felt too personal—too intimate—for you to talk about with the demon brothers, you could tell Solomon. He assured you that even though you couldn't trust the demon brothers, because of their nature, you could trust him ; after all, why would a fellow human ever hold your insecurities and weaknesses against you? When you couldn't even walk around the Devildom without feeling like some devil was going to try and attack you, it was Solomon who kindly taught you some protective magic—though he promised you that he'd ensure you'll never have to use it.

One thing that wasn't developing was your relationship with the brothers. Apart from Asmo, who was content with sharing—his words—you with Solomon as long as you didn't play favorites, your other dorm mates didn't seem to share the same feelings. Lucifer was particularly vocal about his disapproval, claiming that Solomon was dangerous, even for a human, especially because of how powerful he was. (Solomon rolls his eyes when you relay his sentiments, muttering loud enough for you to hear that the brothers had put you in harm's way more than anyone else thus far). Levi was peeved when you told him you were watching the TSL DVDs with Solomon, ("Envy," Solomon chuckles, "typical."), and even Satan scowled at the mention of Solomon helping you with your studies.

"It's in their inherent nature," the sorcerer tells you, "as avatars of their respective sins. You can't really trust a demon, because they would feel no guilt about lying to you for their own gain. Remember when they refused to let us meet when you first came here?"

You nod, but a little voice inside you wants to protest. Solomon could be awfully cynical; surely, the brothers weren't that bad...?

He sighs, "it was expected that they'd become possessive of you. I have no idea why Lord Diavolo didn't plan for you to room in Purgotary Hall instead..."

"In any case, be careful around them," Solomon sounds uncharacteristically stern, "knowing them, they'll just toss you aside once they lose interest."

You had expected the conversation to end in this conclusion, but actually hearing him say those words makes your heart stop, hot tears stinging your eyes. You desperately hoped that the brothers, who you were starting to grow fond of, would also warm up to you. At least you assumed them starting to seek you out was proof of that, but you may have been blindsided; Solomon clearly had a more impartial view of your situation.

Now you were glad you heeded his earlier advice to not make any pacts with the brothers. His reasons were that it would be too risky, and hardly worth all the trouble. Solomon, with his many pacts, could confidently tell you that making pacts with demons was no easy task and that you could completely lose yourself in the process since the demon's feelings would affect you to an extent. Making one with an avatar would only make the effects worse.

"Why are you so insistent on making pacts with them, anyway? If it's leverage against them you're seeking, there's no need to worry. I'm confident I can provide something just as effective."

"You're always ready to mess with others, Solomon," you smile, despite the sorrow weighing you down, "I hope I'll never be on the receiving end of that."

"No, not you," he says, nonchalantly, "you're the only one who's safe."

"Not even Simeon and Luke?"

Solomon shrugs, "Only time will tell if they'll make an enemy of me. It's not that they wish to harm us, but they've got their own motives." You frown, "I can't imagine angels having ulterior motives." His lips quirk upwards, "You know how the demon brothers are loyal to Lord Diavolo? Similarly, the angels have their own loyalties, and I can't say for sure that your well-being is always their priority." "I guess...that makes sense," the realization does sting a little, "the brothers and Lord Diavolo will do anything to make sure I stay here and finish my year, so it's only expected that Simeon and Luke also want to make sure the exchange program is a success." "Don't be too disheartened," that teasing smile, typical of the sorcerer, had returned to Solomon's face again, instantly lightening the mood, "you know I'll always be by your side, right? We humans have to stick together in treacherous territories." You can't help the laugh that follows his dramatic statement, and you absentmindedly move down the couch to make space for him, instantly feeling relaxed when his familiar warmth filled your side. "Aren't you just so lucky to have me?"

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[ask-the-monster-nest-xxx]

Eiden looks at Lucifer. "Are you getting the same vibe I'm getting your brother Satan and that sorcerer guy Solomon. I feel like they are judging us. But what's scarier is they get along with my clan members Rei and Kuya..." Lucifer nodded as the 4 seem to be having a meeting. "Why did you include Satan?"

"O because of his short temper like the two clan members." Eiden explained.

Rei was rolling his eyes while Father sat on his shoulder and had his head turn 180 to look at the two. Kuya was in the kitchen with Solomon as they looked at a pot of something boiling and purple. Satan was looking at the notes Rei had written on the gemstones.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Rei nods as He listened to Solomon talk and Father sat on his shoulder. "Sounds fascinating. I would love to see it!" He smirks looking back as he sensed a presence nearby. He didn't worry about it.

Kuya continues to follow from the shadows. He didn't like being in this form but it was good for sneaking around. Seemed the human didn't feel like he belonged. He tried to get the other seperated by making something fall to catch the humans attention

A purple haired man was seen wondering the streets of the devildom. He had no idea where he was and had been teleported here with that bird yokai. He sighs as he looked around. "What am I supposed to do here?" He looked around spotting a human man with another man with magic power wafting off him. Rei was also with this group. He was talking with the white haired man as the other listened. The lone human looked interesting to him. So he followed the group from the shadows and turn into a purple fox to keep out of sight. Any demons that tried anything with him met his fox fire.

( for Yuki and Solomon)

Finding it amusing when talking things with Rei while sharing a few things from one of his many spellbooks, "These are quite fun to work with I think, sure the time limit on it is a bit long but haha. The antidote for it is quick to cancel the effects, if you can't see the scribbles of notes." lifting the book while Yuki trailed behind a bit and glancing back while seeing that his student was doing alright before resuming chatter of things.

Offering a small wave to Solomon while he was purposely falling behind a little but fine with that for never felt like he fit in still, "Even with being his apprentice it still feels like I'm not fitting in, hmm?" sensitive to various things due to his budding gifts and feeling as if something was watching him before trying keep pace with the pair better.

[lady-loveluck]

Anytime I see or hear the name Solomon I get a JUMPSCARE because I know someone IRL named Solomon and I'm like " HUH !? " Before I realize they're talking about mayor Solomon 😭😭

-🌀🪦

LMAO

Good thing I'm Latina and nobody's name resemble of anyone I know irl 🙏

[moonmoonthecrabking]

🌀❄️🌧⛅️ thu

EEEE THANK YOU ALI

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

i have. genuinely too many wips. let's say... lautity superhero au. set in australia bc i have this belief that superhero aus where they're enemies to lovers has to be in a city and i want to write what i know for once. basically, grace and max (platonic in this case bc i think it's fun) want to take over the world. their motivations are entirely selfish bc they think they're right etc etc, punishing the wicked and the nerds, all that good stuff. steph fights against them, but mainly grace, because she seems like the one doing the most harm. they're all in their early 20s. steph and max are friends as civilians, so max introduces steph and grace casually. thus begins a fic full of dramatic irony.

honestly one selection could apply to the next three but i'll try to choose different things lol

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

“Hasn’t there been anyone while I’ve been gone? Who’s the most tantalising little peach you’ve noticed while I’ve been outta commission?” - max jagerman, it's such a funny line to me

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

in a different fic i'm working on, grace is a ghost from the 90s and pulled a prank on steph like what she did to max in canon (bc she liked her) but, this time, she pushed her out of the way and saved her life. grace reappears as a ghost 25 (or something) years later bc werewolf max digs up her bones, it's a whole thing. the angsty part is: no one knows what happened to her, or really cares about why she died. solomon covered up her death. the guilt eats away at adult steph, who left hatchetfield years ago. she saved her life, but she can't be remembered for that. solomon would be blamed for it, he couldn't have that.

[affo-gatto-gateau]

🌀 lautski if you please?

Sure!

So, I think Steph would be an earthbender, though she specialises in metalbending because of her dad. She really wanted to compete in things like the school earth rumble tournaments, but Solomon forbade her.

Instead, she was taught to metalbend by him, because it's a 'more refined art that takes skill'. He wouldn't let her use any other sort of earthbending in their house, so it's become her dominant style. She's precise and efficient in her bending at least. She still really wants to throw rocks at people though.

She can absolutely take Max in a fight, I think she and Max used to spar as kids. It's led to some very tense standoffs between them, mostly in arguments over Pete.

Speaking of Pete!

I think he'd be a waterbender. Pretty good one, too, with quite a skill at healing. It comes in handy, when you and your friends get bullied daily.

He also has the tendency to freeze things around him when he's nervous, which is very annoying when your favourite drink is hot chocolate. There have been many times where he's looked down at his cup only to find it iced over. This is when he hands it off to Richie to warm it up again. Steph finds it cute.

This is also the reason Ted likes iced tea - he got so used to Pete as a kid freezing it over, he just rolled with it.

[seb-reads31]

Obey me!

🧡Main Masterlist🧡

Key

Fluff - 💖

Angst - 💙

Funny - 💛

Hurt/Comfort - 💘

Tw's - ⚠️

Random thoughts - 🌀

Head canons - ⭐

Fanfic - 💌

Male reader - 🩵

Female reader - 🩷

Gn reader - 🤍

Shall We date? - 💟

Night Bringer - ❤️‍🩹

🦚Lucifer🦚

~Nothing yet~

💸Mammon💸

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🎮Leviathan🎮

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🧶Satan🧶

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

😘Asmodeus😘

Asmo with a Yandere 💖⚠️⭐🩵💟

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🍔Beelzebub🍔

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

💤Belphegor💤

~Nothing yet~

👑Lord Diavolo👑

Tsundere Cuddles 💖⭐🤍💟

Tsundere Cuddles pt. 2 💖💌🤍💟

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🍵Barbatos🍵

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

✒️Simeon✒️

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🐶Luke🐶

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

🪄Solomon🪄

Comforting words 💘⭐🤍

[rhea-of-kaylie]

~my fav reads of 2023~

🍋As Long As the Lemon Trees Grow by Zoulfa Katouh

🔮And They Lived... by Steven Salvatore

🌀The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon

🖤If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

🗡The Duchess of Malfi by John Webster

👑Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel

🎨Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

📜Babel by R.F. Kuang

I read 100 books this year which the most I've read in a year so far! I'm glad I discovered the above favorites. Looking forward to 2024. Hopefully it's just as fruitful and productive. Setting my goal to 50 books to start though.

[wishluc]

I. Miss. Solomon.

When you smile at Solomon, it feels like he's the only one you're looking at.

It isn't true, of course, because Mammon's got an arm around your shoulder, crowing about winning a bet of some kind, and Satan immediately gets your attention with yet another picture on his phone, but it gets too easy to pretend because you continue to sneak looks back at him and share a small, secretive smile with him, and what else would that mean?

The closeness of the demons does little to bother him. He's reassured by the knowledge that when the brothers finally retire for the day and you're allowed to leave, Solomon is the one who comes to walk you back. You believe that it's because he knows you're not the mysterious demon everyone makes you out to be, and that he's there to make sure you get home safe and provide company, but the possessive arm he has around you and the sharp, pointed gaze that linger on whichever of the brothers are at the door to see you off tells an entirely different story. None of them would dare tell you about their suspicions, however, not when it's abundantly clear that you hold him in higher regards to the rest.

Sometimes your smile catches him by surprise. His movements falter, spilling the tea he was pouring out for you the first time he catches you looking up at him with that fond expression, and though you later fuss over him and the hot liquid spilt over his hand, the moment is burned into his memory. It becomes a regular sight, too, as the two of you share a warm cup in Cocytus Hall after a hectic day of you working as an attendant. You smile at him, a lovely turn of your mouth, while recalling the adventures of the day, and Solomon holds the tranquil picture close to his heart.

Admittedly, the domesticity of it all is getting to him. (And to you, if your words are anything to go by). There's something enticing about knowing you'd be there to do the mundane tasks with him; cleaning, grocery shopping, and even cooking, despite how panicked you get sometimes. He starts letting you know when he's going shopping so the two of you can go together, and it quickly becomes a regular, anticipated event. Whether you were shopping for cutleries or groceries or a new pair of matching mugs after Mammon accidentally broke his, you always found a way to make it enjoyable. He thinks that he finds comfort in the normalcy of it all; you quickly stopping him from buying ingredients that are "too adventurous" or the cauldron that you claimed there was no space for. He finds that he likes doing all these activities with you, and most of all likes having you as a constant part of his daily life. He likes waking up to see you starting on breakfast already, insisting that he's been working too hard and that you'd cook instead, he likes the weight of your head on his shoulder during movie nights and he likes the knowing grin you shoot him when you hand him coffee in his mug.

These days, he anticipates seeing you smile at him. You turn to look at him, amused when you boldly tell Mammon that Solomon's your boyfriend (and he beams at you, proud and ecstatic at the blatant lie), and you offer him one of your sly grins when you're planning a way to annoy Lucifer again. The small one when you confess to him that you almost don't want to leave anymore, too, is dear to him. Your awkward, lopsided smiles when caught up in a situation you aren't too pleased about, too, are charming to witness, but the way you run over to him immediately after and push yourself into his side is even more delightful.

But his favorite one yet is the warm smiles that you share with him, when dinner turns out better than you'd hoped or when you successfully cast a spell. It's a heartwarming sight, all bright and unabashed affection, and breathtaking when the light falls on your face just right. None of the others can ever coax out a similar expression, because he's the one you rely on in this timeline, and he's the one that comforts you after a difficult day and promises to protect you if anything were to happen. He's the one you hold on to and call your boyfriend, and he's the one ushering you down the streets of Devildom.

Those, he knows, are special. And only for him.

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[r0-boat]

I’m just checking before I request - I don’t want to make you uncomfortable - but do you do stuff for Hypno-Kink?

- 🌀

Please send me hypno kink

I literally done several for elite four member will and Solomon (om)

[2nd-star-2-the-right]

🌀🌀🌀 (at Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4noKeFbf2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[arcxnumvitae]

30. — beautiful // Ren. Drabble. :3c

Send me a number 1 through 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

30. — beautiful (squints)

@noctispostmortem

“Y’know,” Aeon’s voice rang out thoughtfully, “if ya get past all th’ terriyfin’ shit, Luce is actually really cute.” 

Ren looked over at Aeon from where he sat, a brow raising though the teen’s golden eyes were impassive. They then shifted over to said the girl herself, out of range of hearing, and Ren studied Lucia before saying, “I guess so yeah. She could be considered pretty.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Beside him, Aeon groaned, “C’mon, man, you’ve gotta give me more than that. What about her do ya think is--hey, wait!” He snapped his fingers, the previous topic now almost completely forgotten, “Maybe we can use that cuteness somehow!”

He rolled his eyes.

“Come on, man,” his coworker playfully punched his arm, “that dude was totally hitting on you, didn’t you notice it? Wasn’t he hot?”

“I just thought he was making conversation, it was annoying.” Ren’s eyes slid over to the other and the man shrugged casually, “’Hot’? Objectively speaking, yeah I guess he was.” 

There was a groan. “Try to sound more interested maybe, geez. But I guess something like this is nothing when you’ve got good-looking people trying to flirt with you all day, huh?”

“They are?”

“Huh?!”

Solomon grinned at him, “You know what they’re calling you now around the precinct? ‘Undateable.’” A hearty laugh left him, “’An unflappable man unswayed by even the most gorgeous of people,’ you’ve built up a bit of a reputation for yourself, haven’t you?”

Ren sighed in annoyance, “They should focus more on working instead of getting distracted by my love life. Anyways, isn’t something like that a good thing?”

The older male’s eyes glinted with amusement, “You just keep doing you, kid, okay?”

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on Shiori, something that was becoming more and more common. It didn’t take much from his ‘friend’ anymore, even just the sight of her smile was enough to send him frantically grasping for his composure. How was one woman able to so easily throw him for a loop by doing so little? How was it so easy for her to set his heart racing? Years and years of not caring about others’ looks and yet just by being herself, Shiori somehow made the man experience things he’d never felt before. Her hair, her smile, her laugh, her fire, all of it and every inch of her, she was...beautiful. 

[wishluc]

More thoughts on the Obey Me Shared Darling Au (OMSDAU?). This has a focus on the demon brothers—the beginning of it all. -🧵

There was something...odd about the brothers' behavior lately.

Flickering glances following your every move. Hushed whispers behind closed doors. Sounds of something heavy being moved about...And a potent cloud of magic hanging in the air.

You are only able to imagine what they are planning, but that alone was enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck sitting at high alert. Inquiries were pointless. Conversations looped back to where they began. Time was spent wasted in this purgatory of back and fourth. Of questions and non-answers.

Paranoia began to weigh on you. Weary and exhausted, it came as no surprise when fatigue finally caught up to you. As you drifted off into a deep and tired slumber, you began to wonder if perhaps that was their plan all along.

You had waken in your own room. Your own bed. Everything was perfectly normal; nothing was out of place. Your shoes, which you had kicked off haphazardly the night before, were still scattered across your floor. The book you had been reading was on your nightstand right where you had left it. Everything is as it was.

But this is not your bedroom.

It was Lilith's.

If it weren't for the densely packed magic in the air, perhaps you wouldn't have noticed. The room had been augmented with a variety of spacial enchantments. Lucifer's handiwork, no doubt.

A nauseous sensation washed over your body as you attempted a teleportation spell.

You tried a different spell, and a splitting headache tore into you.

Another spell. You felt something crawling under your skin.

You try again. Phantom water pools in your lungs.

Again. Tremors shake your body.

Again. Your leg cramps and you fall.

Again. Footsteps?

Again. A door creaks open.

Again. You look up blearily at the seven shadows in front of you.

Again. Your vision begins to fade.

OMSDAU I think works? Yeah? I'll make a tag for it! I stuck to detailing more with Mammon, Levi and Beel here! Will delve into the others next time :D

Initially, you believed their increasingly concerning dependency on you was because of their lack of...social connections. There's only so much they want to tell each other, and so much they could tell Diavolo and the other exchange students, right? You just happened to grow closer with them than the others, and obviously, having a new friend would entail them telling you about all their issues and dragging you along on every little misadventure. Surely, this wasn't as unhealthy as you fear?

At first, Mammon's whining and Levi's poorly hidden jealousy was almost cute. Flattering, even, that two of Hell's most infamous demons would crave your full attention so badly. Mammon's pouting and prodding while you were getting ready, asking if you "really have to go?" instead of staying in with him, then him changing tactics and huffing, pretending like it doesn't bother him at all made you smile, when he first started. It was fun to squeeze his cheeks and coo at him, promising he was still your favorite and that you'd be back very soon, fun to placate him and watch him suddenly grow bashful under your affectionate attacks. You had no idea that you were feeding this habits, that he thought you always playing along and giggling was a good thing. You don't find it overbearing until it's too late, until you have to shake him off every time you step outside without him, or worst yet, with one of his brothers instead. You think he would understand, if you explained yourself a little more clearer, but with every attempt, nothing changes.

And you don't know which is worse now—Levi's passive-aggressiveness or his blatant displeasure—whenever you spent time with anyone that isn't him. The days you spend over at Diavolo's castle, for instance, though beyond your control, never fails to frustrate him. He broods in his room until you come in yourself and flatter him with reminders of how much you missed him and how terrible the days without him were (you hold your tongue when you go to praise Barbatos's cooking or Diavolo's hospitality when he's around, too). It’s difficult to appeal to him constantly, to keep in mind if Levi’s around and choose your words carefully. You have to pretend like his actions don’t frustrate you, lest you vex him further. It’s a terrible game of tiptoeing around his feelings, and you’re tired of it. Before, his enthusiasm about his games and mangas also excited you, happy to have something vaguely familiar in the unfamiliar world you found yourself in to help bide the time and keep yourself occupied. And, you thought, it could help you get closer with Levi. However, after receiving innumerable recommendations, to the point you were struggling to even keep up with him, you started losing interest. You got used to feigning excitement whenever Levi detailed every scene he liked, though you couldn't remember anything he actually said, started searching up the basic summary of all the games he recommended so you could pretend like you gave it a try; though this lost it's efficiency quickly, and he started demanding you play in his room.

And Beel, who, though you'd never admit it out loud, was easily your favorite to hang out with these days, was...acting strange. Usually, he'd never partake in the rule enforcing and the stalking (you'd long figured out it was the brothers, though you weren't sure if they knew).—at least not outright, but recently, things had been different. Beel is uncharacteristically clingy, asking to follow when you go out alone, starts working at the same place you work at part time, and consequently gets you both fired after almost destroying the building. He's always been observant, you know, but these days, it feels like he's searching for something in you, and it frightens you as much as it unnerves you. You should do something about it, but what? What could you do to stop him looking at you like he can see through your words (it sounds crazy, especially because this is Beel, but you swear his eyes harden when he catches you in a lie) and dissect your every movement? It's Beel, you tell yourself, Beel, who's never had ulterior motives. He's always had your best interest in heart, and he loves you, not the kind of love that fills you with dread and despair, but something more genuine. But it's also Beel that blocks the door without being urged to when you try to bolt out after realizing just how deep of a hole you've landed into, and it's also Beel that looks away when you plead with him for an explanation.

You wonder if it's Lucifer that casted the spell that keeps you in here, or if Satan helped him, too. How ironic would that be? You wonder who else helped with the planning, if it was Asmo who ordered all the identical furniture and if it was Belphie who kept an eye on you most often, checking in on your dreams to attempt to sway your view of them. Barbatos likely had a role in it, especially if Diavolo asked him to, but the betrayal doesn't sting nearly as it does when it concerns the brothers. The rest, you could, perhaps, explain, but not the brothers, who you devoted so much of your time and energy to. Who you put before yourself and entertained despite your simmering anger. You practically walked into the twisted web of a trap they slowly wove around you, because you trusted them.

And all you got in return was this miserable room.

[wishluc]

I’d love to see more of your Solomon work! Your characterization of him is just 🤌🏼 I love the idea of him seemingly trying to protect MC from the brothers awful influences but is just corrupting them for himself. What would happen if MC started to pic up on his true intentions?

Thank you so much! I really really like Solomon and writing for him ♡

Observation

CW: Yandere character, manipulation

No matter how hard you look, you can't find anything wrong with Solomon—nothing apart from his usual eccentricities, that is.

You look closely, at the questioning quirk of his eyebrows and the blue-brown of his eyes. You follow the line of his lips and focus on the tip of his nose, but there's nothing to be found.

Honestly, you're not sure exactly what you're looking for. Asmo had confided in you, his eyes sincere and voice meek, that he thought something was off with how Solomon acted around you, like he was merely donning a mask. He claimed that there was underlying malice behind his smiles at the others, that there was anger simmering within his eyes despite his warm exterior. But there was none of that here, only a normal expression. You were looking, trying to find out if, perhaps, that anger and that malice extended to you, too, and...he was looking right back.

You blink, forcing an awkward smile at the sudden realization, "Hi?"

His responding smile is far more natural, a soft quirk of his mouth that almost has you relaxing in your seat, questioning why you'd ever suspect something was wrong with Solomon. Despite some of his dubious practises, he was a kind mentor and friend to you—and honestly the best ‘human’ companion you could have asked for here. Aside from his shrewd eye, Solomon has a way of easing your anxious mind; maybe it's his warm touch, the comfortable sensation of his hand in yours, his soothing voice and composed words that ground you, or maybe it's the effortless way that you connect with him, the familiarity of his presence in such an unaccustomed place that eases you in.

Solomon's only ever had your best interest at heart, you know this, but the memory of Asmo's solemn seriousness pleads with you to just consider his words. It wouldn't hurt to make sure, right?

"Something wrong?" He smirks, after a moment's deliberation—playful, charismatic, but not wicked—"or should I be flattered?"

"I was just lost in thought."

He chuckles, the sound causing your heart to falter.

“I was thinking we should go out for dinner—“

"I won't be over tonight. I have plans," you didn't plan to blurt it all out like that, but being in his presence with Asmo's warning lingering in the back of your mind makes you more nervous.

Solomon takes a sip from his cup, "Oh? Will you be back late?"

And that's a good sign, isn't it?���A breezy, nonchalant reply. You're hopeful, perhaps to a desperate degree, that this was proof enough of Solomon's good nature, of his selfless care when it concerned you.

You shrug, shifting your gaze down to the dark wooden surface of the table, "I'm not sure. Satan and I were planning to—"

"Satan?" Solomon shoots you an incredulous look, uncharacteristically expressive, "I didn't know the two of you were...close."

It was, as far as you can tell from his tone and startled state, sincere shock; Satan didn't come off as the friendliest of demons. A part of you, desperately clinging onto your version of Solomon, wants to dig more, and find out if anything would make him slip. Mostly, you just wanted to prove to yourself that there was nothing to be worried about.

You only smile enigmatically, hoping the crypticness of your expression does the prodding for you, pestering him enough that he needs answers.

It's a strange revelation. For someone so clever, Solomon was incapable of staying rational in the face of growing envy. It's such a human weakness that you end up finding some comfort in its presence, despite what else it should incite in you. "I thought you didn't trust them."

I trusted you more than anyone else, you want to say, and you insisted i should keep my guard up,

You're not sure if he meant it that way, but the underlying sharpness of his tone stabs you accusingly, even though it was never your wish to be distant from your housemates.

You swallow the apologies rising up in your throat, and ignore the swelling guilt. "Satan's nice," you say instead, "and he doesn't like his brothers much."

It's a terrible lie, the worst kind, both cruel and weak. But Solomon, as you've come to realize, cares not for how untrue your words are when he starts feeling a jealous itch. All that matters is what you say, and how it picks at the itch and makes it sting.

"I...find that hard to believe," he says your name in that deceivingly lovely voice of his, all too fond and too gentle. Your heart hiccups in response, fluttering at the sound, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to befriend any of them."

Your heart stops twisting, and instead goes still. It feels as though it has been caught in an odd web of lies and veins, unable to move. Solomon, with all his knowledge and expertise, seems none the wiser to your internal conflict. He only smiles tenatively in the face of your distress.

"You like Asmo, don't you? Why are the rest any different?"

"Like?" Although his laugh sounds lighthearted, when you listen close enough it feels awkwardly out of place and strained, "You've misunderstood me. I don't mind Asmodeus because we have a pact. If anything were to happen, he is ultimately bound to my orders."

You knew Solomon could be cruel. It was necessary to thrive in a place like the Devildom, but you thought his cruelty was limited to half-truths and clever, small tricks. It was difficult to believe that the same man that looked at you so tenderly could be the same one in front of you now. Thinking back of Asmo and his uncertain request, you wonder if he already had been on the receiving end of Solomon's cruelty; the worst end. Suddenly, every moment spent beside the demon is rushing back into your mind, and you find yourself analysing every frame. Was it inevitable that you would upset him?

You blink back to focus as Solomon continues, "—Like I said, we need to watch out for each other. It's just us two here, and—" His lopsided smile, the same one that normally makes your heart swell and your face mirror his, brings you nothing but apprehension now. Suddenly, it's clearer how plastered on his expressions are.

"I think you're wrong," the words feel like sand in your mouth, "they wouldn't—" and it comes then, a short burst of something malicious marring his face in the form of a scowl, so quick and so sudden that you can barely process the scene before he's back to his composed, thoughtful expression in a blink of an eye. The twisting of his mouth lasted for barely a moment, but in that time, your heart felt as though it were thudding against your ribs, ready to explode from the palpations, and your hands felt uncomfortably cold at the tense iciness that shrouded him. There was nothing else you could call it—only a horrible vexation.

With a quick nod that concealed any tension or stiffness, Solomon immediately slips back into his usual mannerisms

"They're defined by their sins," Solomon says at last, a tinge of sympathy in his voice that makes you want to scream at how insincere it was, and how you almost believed it regardless, "and you're powerless here. Trust me, you're better off being cautious. I don't want you to get hurt again."

It's unkind, and this time, it truly feels like he's holding the knife of his words and twisting it in you slowly. Guilt had never felt so agonizing, especially when it should be unwarranted.

"I won't," you say, and a part of you, a part so enthralled by his twisted nature and eager to see how far it reaches out, wants desperately to vex him more. But you know better than to give into that.

"You have me to ensure that." In his eyes, you think you can see just how pleased he is with your quick assent.

Asmo wasn't entirely right. Solomon was a cruel being to the core, but anger wasn't all he harbored—only what he spared to anyone apart from you. He did not look at you with hatred, but a sick kind of affection. And truly, you're not sure which is worse.

(Later that day, when Satan informs you that he’s suddenly feeling unwell, you don’t miss the sly look Solomon shoots you.)

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[wishluc]

Honestly. even if nightbringer ends up giving us entirely villain solomon i would be down for it you know? like okay i'll take it and i'll devour it.

[wishluc]

Also! Lord of Masks Satan! I was smiling so hard I absolutely love this look on him ♡♡♡