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It’s officially been a decade since you’ve come to the devildom. A whole ten years since that day that you were brought here.
And you couldn’t be happier. There’s a party at the demon lords castle for you with all the people you love and care about, except you can’t help but feel like someone’s been watching you the whole time you’ve been here…
You brush it off when you notice it’s just Solomon, you’ve been noticing that he likes to do that lately. For what reason you don’t know.
But he’s been studying your features, watching your face as it moves. It’s been ten years and nobody around you has aged. But you have.
Of course it’s not really that noticeable to normal people. Your eyes now have the faintest of wrinkles around them from smiling so much, and your hair has a few strands of grey.
Nothing truly noticeable to the naked eye, after all you’re not that old. But Solomon notices. He always notices when someone he loves shows signs of age. And now, you’re doing it too.
And after the first signs he knows he doesn’t have long left… of course it’s actually a good fifty or so years but when you’re immortal you really don’t have a concept of time.
But this time he’s not letting you go. No he’s not letting it happen again. He told himself at the start he wouldn’t get attached but here he is, completely in love with you.
He goes back to the human world that night, not even bothering to think about going back to purgatory hall with the angels. After all, his spell books are at his own home in the human world.
He spends countless hours flipping through them, every single one. Most he acquired through the years, but some of them are hand written by him.
He doesn’t stop for days, using magic to keep himself awake. Until he finally picks up the right book.
He’s never said a word about it to anyone, no matter who they were they couldn’t know since there’s a very high probability it would be taken away. Why? Because it’s the key to immortality.
Thousands upon thousands of sorcerers have tried and failed to become immortal, yet Solomon remains the only one. But that’s going to change, he’s already decided.
He quickly notes down the process along with whatever he needs to do the spell. Yes, it was an accident and yes, he did plan to destroy the notes he took about it. After all Solomon believed immortality was a curse.
He goes out to acquire what he needs, the shop keepers not daring to question anything as he stares back with some sort of insanity in his eye.
Yes you’re human, and yes you will age. But only for now. He’s decided to stop that. You’re not going to die on him like everyone else he’s held dear to him, no that won’t do.
Of course he’ll tell you his plan, but your response doesn’t matter to him. Either way he won’t lose you. You’ll be immortal, and immortality is a curse. Eventually you’ll watch every human you love die, even demons and angels die eventually.
You be with him forever one way or another, it’s probably best to just go along with his plans if you want to maintain your freedom.
For some reason, I feel like the idea of Solomon living with MC in the human world would be very very interesting lol
Like MC has a house in the human world that they bought for a really good deal + legally own, and when they heard Solomon say he doesn't have anywhere consistent on Earth where he stays... Well, humans have to stick together and look out for one another, now don't they? The two of them have separate bedrooms and aren't in a relationship, but still. Movie nights, lunch and dinner trips to restaurants in town (some would call them dates), and errand running where he joins them in their car are things that absolutely happen on the regular. The bulk of his clothes and possessions are located in their house now, his mail and packages go there, and he's also met some of their local human friends when company's been over. They've even started calling him Sol and Mon as nicknames.
I imagine the demon brothers would definitely have... Some Thoughts about the whole roommate arrangement once they find out about it, for better or worse. For Solomon's part? Absolutely over the moon. MC just wanted to do the right thing and help someone out, damn it, not make things all complicated!
Just roommates…right?
Solomon never really said it outright — that he had nowhere to go in the human world. But when he quietly mentioned he didn’t have a “permanent spot” to stay, your instinct was immediate.
“Come live with me.”
He blinked. “You’re serious?”
“Of course. I have a house — it’s quiet, affordable, and legally mine. You’d have your own room. Besides…” You gave a soft smile. “Humans should look out for each other, shouldn’t we?”
That’s how it began.
What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement turned into something much more natural than either of you expected. Mornings started with shared coffee and groggy grumbles from Solomon. Afternoons included grocery runs, casual walks, and whispered spells in the garden — where he insisted the plants needed a “little extra luck.”
Movie nights blurred into late-night talks on the couch, sometimes even dozing off side by side. His laughter became part of the atmosphere, like the hum of your fridge or the creak of the back door.
He wasn’t just staying with you. He lived here.
His clothes were in your laundry pile. His packages had your address. Your human friends called him “Sol” or “Mon,” teasingly asking when you were going to finally date your roommate. You’d both laugh it off — a shared inside joke — but sometimes, when your hands brushed, you caught a flicker of hesitation in his smile.
But no lines were ever crossed. No confessions. Just two humans sharing a life. Cozy. Quiet. Close.
The real shift came when Lucifer showed up unannounced at your doorstep, with Mammon, Levi, and Satan crowding behind him like nosy bodyguards.
You hadn’t even told them Solomon was living with you.
When you opened the door — wearing Solomon’s oversized hoodie — Mammon choked.
“Oi—! That’s not your clothes! Is that… Solomon’s?!”
You blinked. “I mean… yeah?”
Inside, Solomon was brewing tea like this was any other Tuesday.
Lucifer’s expression tightened. “You didn’t mention this arrangement.”
“I didn’t think I had to,” you replied, folding your arms. “We’re roommates. We share space. It’s not a big deal.”
Levi muttered something about how that was literally the plot of 17 dating sims he played.
Asmo, who arrived a few minutes later, blinked at the two mugs on the counter and the photos on the fridge. “You… live together?”
“We’re not dating,” Solomon added, effortlessly calm. “Not officially.”
“Not officially?!?” Satan echoed.
Diavolo arrived shortly after — curious and too cheerful. “Well, well. Look at this domestic life you’ve built, Solomon.”
Barbatos was eerily quiet, eyes scanning everything. The mail on the table with Solomon’s name. The shoes by the door. The subtle way you and Solomon moved in sync, passing each other without thinking.
Even Simeon and Raphael, who usually stayed quiet, looked vaguely concerned.
“You’ve practically bonded your lives,” Raphael said softly.
Solomon only smiled. “That’s what happens when you live with someone long enough. You start to belong in the same spaces.”
You glanced up at him, and he looked back — that unreadable glint in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to ask what it really meant.
Later, when the brothers pulled you aside — one by one, in their own ways — you heard the questions they didn’t ask directly.
Lucifer: “I trust you to make your own choices. But understand the weight of letting someone in like this.”
Mammon: “You sure he ain’t usin’ you? I just— You smile different now. I notice.”
Leviathan: “This is like watching the heroine pick the wrong love interest.”
Satan: “It’s not about jealousy. It’s about… concern. He’s not known for clean intentions.”
Asmodeus: “Do you love him? Really? Or are you just used to him being there?”
Beelzebub: “You seem happy. I just hope he deserves that.”
Belphegor: “Do you even see how much he’s become part of your life?”
That night, after the house quieted again, Solomon found you curled up on the couch, lost in thought.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting beside you.
“Yeah. They just… noticed how close we are.”
“Are we too close?” he teased, offering you a slice of the mochi he picked up earlier.
You took it. “No. I think… it’s just the first time they realized I have a home outside of them.”
He nodded slowly. “It’s your life. Your space. You let me be part of it. That means something.”
You stared at him for a long moment. “Solomon… do you think we’ve blurred the line?”
He leaned back, eyes soft. “Maybe. But I don’t think I mind. Not if it’s with you.”
The demon brothers left that day knowing one thing for sure:
Solomon wasn’t just visiting you.
He was woven into your life now — through morning routines, inside jokes, shared dinners, and quiet companionship. And whether it was romance or something softer, deeper… they couldn’t deny:
I am literally exploding from Shuake cuteness. Iam so glad Tumblr exists sometimes cause all of my less appreciated stuff is here. Even tough persona is popular there isn't much cute stuff outside of Tumblr.
This made me so happy for some reason. It just made me smile so much. Happy Shuake is good sometimes . As much as I usually think of the toxic parts of it I always expect the cute stuff to be there too.
