“Wh…hey are you all right? I’ve heard that humans are very weak, fragile creatures. What if you’d fallen over and died? I don’t want to even think about what Lucifer would say to me… Be more careful. You aren’t injured, are you? No broken bones, I hope?”
Hello! If you are willing, I am very much in need of some good ole fluff with my boy Solomon... Like MC confesses to him and he didn't really believe it because of the demon brothers and MC gets all super sweet and says something on the lines of "Yeah, they're cool and all, but they're not *you*" and just lists off all these things they love about Solomon.
I just really need him to understand he's loved because he deserves it 🥲
»•» 🌸Feelings for an Ancient Sorcerer🌸 «•«
credit for divider: @sweetparty
Pairing: Solomon x GN!Reader
Synopsis: MC feels like it’s time to tell Solomon how they feel. They feel a crushing sense of nervousness as they go through the day, since they aren’t sure how he’ll react.
A/N: Sorry if it seems like I took a while to write this! I went through a crushing headache two days in a row and couldn’t write anything in that time. I hope you find it to your liking! I added a little kiss at the end since he deserves one. Decided to change up a couple things in terms of adding stuff to my title, and a tiny divider at the end of the fic because it looks cute. My boy Solomon needs more love in the OG game and in Nightbringer, if i’m being honest, I didn’t love him as much as I did until that scene in Nightbringer when he was standing up for humankind. He was so amazing in that lesson and I hope we see more of that in the future! That’s all I have to say, have a lovely day!
Requesting here
Genre: Romantic fluff, a tiny bit of hurt/comfort. No warnings!
Word count: 1470+ words
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While getting changed, straightening your clothes, making sure your hair looks decent, you could hear a loud pounding coming from your chest and your stomach tied in a knot. You were a bit hesitant to ask Solomon if he wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden today, you wanted to keep it on the down low so you two could hang out in peace. Well… the intention wasn’t exactly to hang out, of course you wanted to, but it was time to tell Solomon how you felt. Whenever you were with him, your heart overfilled with fear and joy to the point where you couldn’t touch him in the slightest without flushing red. You wanted to know how he felt, even if you got rejected, you to let him know of the joy in your heart when you see him.
“Hey, I had some free time today and I wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden?”
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he opened your message right away. Darn… he was fast. The typing bubble on Solomon’s end made you restless. Waiting for him to reply felt like an eternity.
“MC! I wouldn’t mind a walk at the moment.”
“But unfortunately I have some business to take care of at the moment.”
“I’ll come pick you up once I’m finished up here, it shouldn’t take long.”
You were a bit impatient, but relieved since you had time to prepare yourself mentally.
Waiting around for Solomon was agonizing, you tried to distract yourself by working on other things, but all you could think of was him. In the end, you ended up pacing around the room, thinking of what you were going to say. It made you hot and dizzy when you kept pacing faster and faster, with your mind racing at the same pace. A knock at the door made you jump a bit, suddenly not feeling ready for this. You look at your phone and realize he texted you a bit ago, telling you that he was coming.
Before you could open the door, it seemed like he opened it faster.
“It’s so glad to see you! The whole ordeal I just went through was exhausting, it’ll be nice to walk around with you. Did you want to walk to the garden first, or take our time and look at other things?”
You’d rather get the confession out of the way first, since you couldn’t wait any longer. Delaying it would only make the whole experience more painful than it is because the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, and it only made you feel sick.
“Hey Solomon! Uh, why don’t we head straight to the garden first? It’s the perfect time of day since the fireflies with the blue butts come out, I’d hate to miss them.”
Your voice was a bit shaky, He could tell something was off with you but decided not to mention it.
“Ah of course! Let’s head over right away then.”
As you start heading over to the Demon Lords Castle, you might as well make conversation.
“So what kind of business were you taking care of?”
“Oh… the usual, Mammon practically begged me to get a witch off of his back. He said that she kept following him, and said he didn’t understand why.”
“I can kind see where this is going now..”
“Haha! So you can tell that Mammon owed her something and needed me to confront her so a deal of theirs wasn’t broken?”
His chuckle was so sweet to listen to, it’s too bad that they only call him when they need him.
“It’s definitely a classic Mammon situation that he’d get in to, heh”
You were about half way to the castle and getting a bit antsy. Were you really about to tell Solomon that you loved him? He’s an ancient sorcerer, someone to admire, it’s only sensible that he’s heard countless other confessions. One thing you understood is that even if he rejected you, he wouldn’t be any more awkward with you.
Solomon could tell you were nervous, not only could he see it in your mannerisms, he could feel it radiating off of you. He put a hand gently on your back and smiled, his own little way of reminding you that everything is alright. It made you feel a bit better, even if he didn’t understand what was going on with you, he still tried to ease your nerves through his sweet touch.
The garden was practically open to the public since Diavolo wanted to share the beauty of nature to everyone. A little secret was that the garden keepers grows the plants with a certain type of chemical, and that chemical prevents visitors from harming the plants when they come into contact with the gas that’s released since it gets absorbed through the skin. You picked the garden because many Devildom specialties grew there, they had arrangements of large flowers, small flowers, vines that are grown then used for decoration, and trees that were the home of many small animals that you’ve never laid eyes on. It created the perfect atmosphere for a confession.
“Oh wow! We picked the perfect time to come here MC, it looks beautiful..”
Solomon walked towards a giant flower and touched its silky petals.
“I never come here often, I never realized how many rare species of plants grew here. It’s really enchanting.”
Now was the moment, you had to tell him before you backed down. He looked especially handsome with blue light illuminating his face, could you really tell him?
“Uh… Solomon, there’s actually a different reason I brought you here, I hope you excuse my hidden motives.”
He looked at you with a curious glint in his eyes, patiently waiting for what you were going to say with a smile on his face. He knew you wouldn’t try to hurt him, he knows the feeling of someone with malice, but you had the completely opposite aura around you.
“Listen… this is a bit difficult to say, but I like you Solomon. I really like you and I’ve been meaning to tell you for a bit now.”
You had a stare that wouldn’t stray from his face, and watched for any signs on his face. The only thing you could observe was pure shock. He stopped moving entirely, with his eyes wide, processing the information. You were afraid you did something wrong, until he spoke.
“MC, stop kidding around…”
You could feel your stomach drop, did you make a mistake?
“Because I don’t think I could handle it if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings towards you.”
…
“…Huh?”
All you could manage was confusion.
“I guess I’ve always had a hunch that you liked one of the brothers, you’re always with them, so I understand why you would. I apologize if that’s a bit presumptuous of me to admit..”
Solomons voice was lower than usual, you could tell he didn’t fully believe your confession. You couldn’t comprehend what you were hearing, he liked you back, but thought you liked the brothers more than him? You gently grabbed his shoulders and spoke with a softer tone.
“Please don’t misunderstand me.. I really like the brothers.. but they aren’t you Solomon!”
His look changed to one of hope, but you needed him to know more. You needed him to know how much you adore him.
“You’re so smart, I’ve never met anyone with as much knowledge as you. It’s really admirable and I’m so happy that you share that limitless knowledge with me. You always make sure to teach me new facts, and take time out of your day to help me learn magic.. You’re so considerate to how I feel, and it’s so.. wonderful how you stand up for yourself and protect others around you. You’re cheeky and it’s so hilarious, you make such interesting food because of your creative mind, and-“
Solomon pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your speech. You wrapped your arms around him, and made sure that you weren’t going to let him go.
“The point is, I really.. really like you, you have no idea how happy I am that you feel the same way…”
You let him know. Solomon squeezed you before he lifted his head up to look at your face.
“Of course I do, you’re such a charmer MC, really. You can captivate anyone, but I’m glad that your heart chose me out of anyone.”
You giggled a bit, you wouldn’t choose any one else over him, he’s crazy for thinking otherwise. Both of you leaned closer to each other with bright red faces. As you sealed your confession with a soft and longing kiss, it seemed like the gardens light grew softer. When you pulled away from each other, he grabbed your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.
“You mean so much to me, thank you for choosing me. Never leave my arms again..”
[3:21 PM] "Solomon? Are you also visiting?" The brothers ask the wizard when he greets them at your door, unaware that you have been living together in the human world for quite some time now.
You know how Solomon's group chat names with the others are written in Latin, (Diavolo's, Mammon's, and his chat with Barb and Asmo)? It got me thinking about if he uses a Latin term of endearment for us.
I feel like he'd use something like mea vita - my life, mea lux - my light, meum solatium - my comfort, mea stella - my star, or deliciae - darling/favorite/pet.
A/N: I'm early for once, so I may be able to post again this month?? Who knows, I just wanted to write a little something for my favorite otome boy.
TW: Animal abuse (a literal hanging spider), ambiguous time and setting, and I'm down very bad for this man.
Summary: A small, quite frightening Halloween direction sends Solomon's latest ploy to fool the residents of the Devlidom into motion. Unfortunately, you're caught in the crossfire, but he's more than happy to make up for his mistake.
“Is that… a hanging spider?”
As you set aside the armful of Devildom Halloween decorations, you can’t help but admire (and stare in slight disgust) at the large, very real spider that is dangling from the front entrance. When one of its legs twitches to show signs of life, you jump before quickly backing away towards the living room.
“Boo.”
You scream at the top of your lungs before throwing one of the stuffed plushies that you set aside earlier in the direction of the voice.
Solomon, from behind you, catches it with one hand before tossing it behind him. He leans against the doorframe with a shit-eating smirk on his face.
You sigh before trying to calm your heart as he quietly approaches you.
“Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to-“
“Uh-huh.” You roll your eyes as he picks up one of the decorations and sets it on a table. “Did you put that up there?”
“I don’t seem to remember that…” Solomon smiles as you stare daggers into his back. “Not a fan of live decorations?”
“I feel bad for the poor creature,” Your eyes flick up to the spider who has ceased all movement for now, “don’t you?”
“A bit, but in all fairness, you weren’t the one I was planning to scare.”
You take a small ghost, one that you hand-painted with Luke, and set it beside the plush black cat that Solomon had taken earlier. He stands next to you, a playful cheshire cat-like smile on his face, as you turn towards him.
“And what human world tradition were you trying to convince them of now?” You fold your eyes as he leans in closer.
“Doesn’t the spider remind you of something?” His eyes land on your lips as his face stops inches from yours.
You look away for a moment, just to recover a bit of dignity and to not cave in immediately, before you coyly respond.
“You’re the reason mistletoe is banned in the House of Lamentation-“
“-that was because Mammon hung them everywhere, and Satan nearly destroyed the house after finding you and Lucifer underneath one-“
“-but I’ll play your game, Solomon.” You cut off his words before taking his hand and leading him to the front entrance.
Once you stop, one of his hands finds your waist as the other is placed on the doorframe, trapping you in his embrace. You place one hand on his chest before placing the other behind his neck.
You’re not sure who makes the first move, but the feeling of his lips on yours is one that always makes your heart beat out of control.
Once Solomon backs away from you, you pause for a breath as he sheepishly looks to the side. Your phone dings, and you nervously bite your lip when you see who’s texting you.
Asmodeus: OMD, is it really true that kissing someone underneath a hanging spider is good luck?
“You couldn’t wait?”
You show Solomon your phone, and he laughs before shrugging.
“Of course not. How could I resist a plan to irritate everyone else while gaining more of your affection?”
i think saying that mephisto would never change, develop, or even learn to fully accept mc and the brothers honestly feels reductive of his character, especially since his status as a noble means that those values were drilled into him since he was young. he feels like the opposite of dia, contrasting dia's outgoing, curious, and immense enthusiasm to connect beyond the devildom, vs. mephisto sticking to what he was told to do and what he's supposed to believe
and it's not like he's outwardly antagonistic of the brothers in the OG game - if anything, the only one he truly has disdain for is lucifer, and that's because of his fear of being replaced - he was literally raised to be diavolo's friend, and i imagine getting that title taken off of him by an ex-angel didn't bode well for his psyche lol
even in nightbringer he comes across more standoffish than anything - you'd think he'd be a lot more mean considering this was literally right after the celestial war, but even dia mentions that he helped tend to the brother's wounds. thirteen even pokes fun at his penchance for hiding what he truly feels.
so yeah - sorry if this ramble sounds shallow but i really don't like when people claim it's out of his character to potentially grow and develop
"Tell me the truth." (sfw) For Solomon, in lieu of the 1k event? Glad to see your blog grow, I hope it only continues to grow even bigger in the coming future and you continue to enjoy what you love! You have a great talent for writing and I hope you enjoy these days joyously <3
Hello, anon! Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this sweet message! I am truly enjoying myself and I'm so happy to know that others are enjoying my writing as well!
Okay, listen. This one... I kinda got carried away. I really love Solomon and I think about him a lot, but especially what it must be like to be immortal. So this one kinda ended up being about that. I made myself incredibly sad writing and editing it, though. So be prepared for that, I suppose. I think it turned out good for all that, but just be prepared for ~feelings~!
Thank you for participating!
1,000 Followers Event!
GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Tell me the truth."
Warnings: Angst. Like I kinda think this one's sad all the way through, even though things are good between Solomon and MC.
Experience will always alter the perception of time. Life can seem to slowly crawl by, long days and longer nights, alone and empty without anything but dreams. It might also rush past, a frantic whirlwind of activity, barely a moment to breathe let alone think. It is a constant ebb and flow, the continual flux of the present and the past, a liquid temperament that causes life to shape and reshape itself like quicksilver.
Solomon had been alive for a long time before you ever made an appearance. His understanding of time was vastly different from any human with a normal life span. He couldn’t possibly remember what it was like to know his own mortality, that he had a finite number of years, that he would eventually meet his end. He couldn’t remember that feeling because it simply wasn’t true for him anymore.
He had times when things ran by, when the days careened past like a runaway train car. They were more likely to creep through his consciousness, though, especially when he was lonely, which was often.
That was why he noticed immediately how his own experience changed after you showed up. At first, it was nothing. You were always busy and he didn’t exactly spend a lot of time with you. But then he found himself more involved, starting with the danger that almost destroyed the three worlds, that almost ended your life. After that he was more aware of you, choosing to watch you from afar. The occupation of it caused time to move by just a little quicker than it used to.
And then you became his apprentice and he found himself spending even more time with you. Every moment seemed important now. He treasured every second he spent by your side, hating the way they tumbled like sand through his fingers while he was powerless to stop them or slow them down.
Solomon had plenty of time, but you didn’t.
He was aware of mortality in a way he hadn’t been since before he became immortal - aware of your mortality.
So of course he noticed when you started spending more time at Purgatory Hall than you normally did. He was hyper aware of every scrap of time he was able to spend with you. Your increased presence was more than obvious to him. It wasn’t just that you were around more, either. He saw it in the way you lingered longer, the way you suddenly chose to walk home with him, the way you asked him about spells that he knew you had already mastered, as if you needed to hear his voice even if it was just to explain something you already knew.
Solomon noticed how you called him more frequently, too. It became a nightly ritual. One day you called after dinner, saying you just felt like talking to him. And then you did it again the next day and the day after that. Solomon began to anticipate your calls. And if you couldn't call, you would text him.
Solomon clung to every word. Everything you said or wrote to him, every time he found you waiting for him, every time he saw your smile. He knew that you had obligations, loyalties to the demon brothers that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate. But even more than that he knew that you simply had a limit on time. And he cherished everything, locking away the memories of you for the inevitable future when they would be all he had left.
Night in the Devildom was dark, despite the stars and the occasional full moon. Existing in this darkness was something he had gotten used to. It was late, but Solomon had insisted on walking you back to the House of Lamentation. Once again you had spent more time at Purgatory Hall than you should have, giving excuse after excuse about why you needed to stay longer, just one more question about magic, a recipe you wanted to share with Luke, a book Satan wanted you to give Simeon. It was like you collected these little things so you could use them to your advantage when you seemed unwilling to go home.
It had been going on for quite some time and Solomon had been content to let it.
But there was something about walking with you in the dark of this Devildom night that caused his heart to stir. You likely couldn’t see much other than his silhouette and to him you were like a shadow, a living breathing shadow walking beside him, but one he couldn’t read. And there was something safe about this state of partial invisibility.
“You really didn’t want to go home tonight, did you?” Solomon asked, keeping his tone light.
You laughed softly. “Yeah, I guess not.”
“That seems to have been happening a lot lately,” Solomon said. “Is everything all right?”
Solomon felt you shift beside him in the darkness as the two of you walked slowly toward the House of Lamentation. As though you had a slight misstep.
“Everything’s fine,” you said, but the tone of your voice indicated that this was a lie.
Solomon stopped walking. After a few more steps you realized he had stopped and turned to look at him. He couldn’t see your expression in the dark.
“MC,” he said. “You can trust me. Tell me the truth.”
Solomon watched as you looked down at your hands, seemingly unable to meet his eyes even though you could barely see them. Your reluctance to speak made him realize he wanted - needed - to see you clearly.
Solomon took your hand and gently pulled you into the light of a nearby street lamp. Your face became fully visible to him and the fear in your eyes stabbed through his heart.
He took your other hand and held them both close. “It’s okay, MC,” he said. “Whatever is going on, I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you. You’re safe with me.”
The way this made you frown hard, as though you might be fighting back your emotions, made Solomon want to pull you into his embrace, but he waited. Waited to see what you would say, if you would confide in him.
A soft wind kicked up, rustling your hair and clothes, tossing the edges of Solomon’s silver hair into his eyes. He kept his gaze on you, waiting.
Solomon had a lot of time, but you did not. He could wait forever if he had to, but you didn’t have that kind of luxury. He couldn’t begrudge you some moments of reflection, a brief amount of seconds to consider your response, but he knew you couldn’t really know how precious each one of those seconds was to him.
You moved finally, squeezing his hands before looking down at them. He watched the blush that painted your face as you quietly said, “I just want to be with you. I’m happiest when I’m by your side, so I find it hard to leave.”
Solomon felt like his chest was rupturing, filled with a force of feeling he could never hope to articulate. He closed his eyes and pulled you into his arms, unable to resist holding you. “This is what you were afraid to tell me?”
You gripped him hard, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I thought…” but you seemed unable to say what you thought.
Solomon leaned back and made you look at him. “You thought I wouldn’t want you? That I wasn’t already completely lost to you? That I don’t measure the minutes you’re with me like the precious commodity they are? MC, all I could ever want is to be with you.”
Solomon watched the tears brimming in your eyes. He reached out to brush away the one that fell down your cheek.
Solomon moved in and you met him halfway and the feeling of your lips against his was so soft and sweet he almost started crying, too.
Time would inevitably take you away from him. Solomon knew that. And yet for once he was willing to deal with that grief when it happened if it meant he could spend what precious years you had making you as happy as he possibly could. The memory of your face might fade from his mind, but the strength of your love would never fade from his heart. He could hold you there for the rest of eternity, keeping him company through long nights when he would find himself alone and missing you.
For now, Solomon would hold you and kiss you and spend every minute he possibly could in your presence. He would celebrate your life for the fleeting thing it was because despite its brevity, it had forever changed his own endless existence. And in this way, held forever in Solomon’s memory and heart, you would become immortal, too.
1,000 Followers Event | masterlist | Thank you for reading!
established relationship (with mephisto), implied poly!mc, mostly fluff [+ slightly suggestive themes (nothing explicit nor descriptive), with a touch of angst at the end]
seeing your skin decorated with the sigils of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom instills a bubbling array of emotions within him, and he finally gives in to fully showing his commitment for you.
[set in the OG timeline, pre-nightbringer]
a/n: a part of this mentions how many years it has been since the start of the exchange program, it's a rough estimate, so if you think i'm wrong pls just ignore it lol
btw, my requests are still open!
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Mephistopheles' office in the newspaper club room is a quiet respite from the chaotic hallways of RAD, and usually he'd keep the peace for himself, too engrossed in his own work to care about Levi's yelling at Mammon to return his wallet, or the shriek of terror when Raphael rains down spears when he gets pissed. You hold a special exception, however, and use that privilege as often as you can, casually barging in during lunchtime - to annoy him again, as he would accuse - but never with any bite as to actually deter you from coming.
Despite stepping down from being club president some time ago, he's still very much active in the club, as shown by the multiple drafts and article proposals strewn across his desk. You'll often read some of them for him, and most of the time he'll roll his eyes, take the proposal from your hands, and crumple it before tossing it to the bin - his standards are high, as always.
It wasn't always like this though; you and Mephisto had a rough start on your... friendship, and it really wasn't until you became a member of the student council that he started warming up to you, before inevitably falling for your human charms, as Asmo would call it. Initially he took that phrase literally and seriously thought you cursed him with some infatuation spell, and it took Diavolo laughing at his face to realize that yeah, he was kinda stupid for thinking that - Satan's words, not his. You followed him when he stormed off the student council room that day, and you remember the flush of his cheeks when you confronted him at the gardens, how you implanted in your memory the very first time you felt his lips on yours, his hands desperately holding onto you as if the moment he'd let go, you'd run off elsewhere.
Mephisto is a prideful demon - proud of his status, his strength, his influence, his family; he takes great care in cultivating and maintaining his public image, only acting beyond what is needed during pressing matters. It's why he thinks the concept of pacts goes directly against his values, and for that reason, deems it sacrilege; maybe it's the thought of someone having complete dominion over you should they choose to act as such, or the thought of being bound to another until their souls gets harvested by the reapers - either way, he's never given it a passing thought, even when some high level witch or sorcerer called upon his name using some rudimentary summoning circle.
You asked him about it once, from before you established a relationship with him.
"Pacts? Let me tell you this ahead, human. Those brothers may have willingly given themselves to you, but do not view me the same way you do them."
You've never brought it up again, respecting his feelings on the matter.
"Hey," your thoughts come back to the present with sound of his voice. Turning to him, you cast a questioning glance.
"Yeah? Did something come up?"
"No, nothing like that," he rises from his table, piece of paper in hand. He hands it over to you, signalling you to read it. You eyes quickly scan through the paper, an article proposal of some sort.
"Hm?" you raise your brows in interest. "An interview about having pacts with the demon brothers?"
"Initially, I wanted to toss it aside, but considering that ever since the exchange program, more and more demons have been interested with pacts and such," he explains, although you sense hesitancy in his voice.
"So I assume this interview would be about me?" you inquire.
"Well, yes. Solomon does have a pact with one of the brothers, but I think the student body is more interested about the human who has pacts with all seven of them."
You pause, giving the idea some thought. On one hand, it could prove to be helpful in helping other students understand how pacts function, at least in your case. On the other hand, pacts in general seem to be a very touchy subject for some demons, having polarizing opinions across the board.
"Of course, you are in no obligation to accept. Don't feel like you have to do it," he assures, giving your head a little pat.
You shake your head, a decision already formed. "No, no. I'll do it. I think the pros outweigh the cons enough."
He quirks an eyebrow up, intrigued. "Well, if you're sure about it, then..." he pauses for a while, hesitant. "...I'll have your interview scheduled. I'll text you the details tonight."
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It isn't long after you return home to the House of Lamentation that your D.D.D. lights up with Mephisto's name on the screen, a detailed text sent about the interview.
Friday, after class, newspaper club room. Interviewer: Mephistopheles
You send back a quick reply, thanking him for the information, although you have to wonder if he pulled some strings to be the one interviewing you. It'll be a more personal confrontation, so you wouldn't be surprised if the noble demon insisted he be the one to record everything, despite the proposal not being his in the first place. Regardless, you don't dwell on the thought for long, and go on with the rest of your day.
When Friday comes, Mephisto shoots you another text, reminding you about the interview. You assure him that you'll be there, although a bit later than expected as Lord Diavolo asked you to help you sort through some files in the student council room. He puts up no complaints and urges you to finish as fast as you can, to get this over with, as he says in the text.
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"I've heard from Mephisto that you'll be interviewed today regarding your pacts?" Diavolo inquires while the two of you go through some documents. Barbatos is somewhere in the corner, arranging some more files for Lucifer to go through at a later time.
"Yeah, I thought it wouldn't hurt to do," you answer. "Plus, there's been a lot of interest lately regarding my relationship with the brothers lately, so I thought it'd be better to go for it now rather than have some random rumor go around."
"Hm, you do have a point," he takes a sip of tea from a cup right next to him, thoughts elsewhere rather than the stack of papers in front of him. "I must admit, even I'm curious about how you went through with it. I only know of Lucifer's since I asked."
"Nothing special, for the most part, really. Although funnily enough, Lucifer helped me out with Mammon's," you laughed, recalling the entire Goldie-in-the-freezer debacle.
"Hah, it sounds like a good story. I'll be looking forward to reading the interview!"
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The newspaper club room is empty, save for a lone demon steeping a select brew of tea. The smell indicates that it's your favorite, and a smile graces your lips as you approach the demon from behind, careful not to alert him of your arrival. You feel him freeze for a second the moment you wrap your arms around him from his back, but he immediately relaxes once he realizes who the perpetrator is.
"You're late," he chastises, but there's no bite to his voice. You release him from your hug and approach his side, eager for the tea he's brewing. He catches on fairly quick.
"Go take a seat, I'll bring the tea over once it's done, then we can start the interview."
You hum in acknowledgment, shuffling your way to one of the room's lounge couches. It's rare that the club's main room is this quiet, as usually there's always someone else typing away at their keyboard, or cursing at the printer for not working. Mephisto follows not long after, placing the tea set at the table, pouring you a cup before he does for himself, and takes his seat on a chair in front of you. He stations a recorder in the middle, taking a notebook and flipping through its pages, landing on what you assume to be the pre-prepared questions.
"Whenever you're ready," you signal to him. Nodding his head, he clicks the record button on the recorder, clearing his throat to start.
The start of the interview goes without a hitch - Mephisto introduces himself and you, and he asks fairly simple questions to start. You answer all of them in stride as he jots down any important details in his notes. A little while later is when the heavier questions come in.
"Since you've joined the transfer program roughly three years ago, you've made your own mark on the Devildom. Among such achievements was gaining pacts with all seven avatars of sin. Can you tell us how you went about it?"
"Well," you pause, in thought. "My very first pact was with Mammon, who was assigned to take care of me when I first arrived. Truthfully, I gained his pact in more or less a bargain involving a credit card. It's a long story," you take another pause to laugh at the memory. "Next was Leviathan, who made a pact with me after I beat him in a TSL trivia contest."
You then recount how you made pacts with all the brothers as accurately as you could, refraining from going off topic, as much as you wanted to tell the story of how Satan and Lucifer switched bodies.
"Finally, Lucifer made a pact with me on the last day of the exchange program," you end with the eldest, softly reminiscing that night in his study. "It was... a night I would never forget."
"I see..." Mephisto doesn't miss the tone change of your voice when you say that, and it took all of his willpower to prevent his emotions from showing on his face - keep it professional, he chastises himself in his head, but the more stories you recount of how you got your pacts, each one just as significant as the last, the more emotions start to bubble in his gut. He swallows it all down, pretending to be unaffected, and proceeds with the interview.
"How very... insightful," you notice the slightest bit of bitterness in his voice, although you chalk it up to your hearing, unaware of the mental turmoil going through Mephisto's head. He breathes in, clearing his throat to compose himself.
"Was there any particular reason why you wanted to have pacts with them?"
"Hm..." another pause. You're aware you have to be careful on how you answer this, as the incident with Belphegor has never left the walls of the house.
"I was... trying to help a friend out, initially," you construct a reason while also trying to be truthful. "But eventually it went from that to my pacts being a symbol of who I am to them, and them to me."
"Could you elaborate further?" he presses.
"The brothers are important to me, and I to them. Having pacts with them means that even if we're realms apart, we are always connected. At least, that's how I view it," you smile softly. "I can't control how other humans use their pacts, but to me, it transcends having a demon on your beck and call. It's a two-way street grounded in communication and mutual understanding."
"I... I see."
The air is silent for a moment, the quiet ticking of the recorder being the only backdrop. You glance questioningly at Mephisto, who seemed to be deep in a daze.
"Mephisto?"
"Ah- Sorry," he composes himself, fixing his posture. "I got lost in thought for a second, I apologize."
"It's okay," you assure him. "Do you have anymore questions?"
"Y-Yes," he drifts his eyes back to his notebook. "Your... uh, pact marks, do you keep them visible?"
"Some of them are pretty easy to hide," you start pointing at different areas of your body. "But they're pretty easy to hide with magic. Solomon taught me how to."
"Is there... a specific reasoning for the placements?"
"For the most part, yes. Although... when I made my pact with Mammon, it was a bit haphazard, so we didn't really get to think it through."
The demon across you nods, his eyes fixed on yours. As if in a trance, you hold the gaze along.
"Last question."
He inhales.
"If... If another demon were to ask for a pact with you, how would you respond?"
"Well..." you start, formulating a thought. It's an odd question, and you can't help but think there was some underlying meaning to it. "...It depends. Unlike Solomon, I'd rather only have pacts with demons I... hold with personal importance."
He nods silently, although you don't miss the way his shoulders release from tension, almost in relief. He reaches over and clicks stop on the recorder, signifying the end of the interview.
"Thank you for your time. It was... an insightful interview," he stands up, patting his school coat down.
"Is there... something else you wanted, Mephisto?" you inquire, noticing the way he keeps glancing and looking away from you, sensing hesitancy in his person. He responds with a sharp inhale, walking over to stand in front of you, kneeling down to your level.
"Mephisto...?" flustered and confused, you allow him to take your hand, his temperature chilly. You can tell he's nervous about something.
"May I... May I see your pact marks?"
You didn't expect the question, and for a moment you stare at him in surprise. His eyes though, are transfixed to yours, sincere in his request.
"I... I don't mind, but may I ask why...?"
"It's simply... out of curiosity. I won't push you if you're uncomfortable with it."
"No, no, it's fine," you assure him again. Slowly, you start unbuttoning your school coat before he assists you in taking it off, folding it neatly to the side, all still while kneeling in front of you. You roll the sleeves of your inner shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons, unsure if you should continue. You look at him, his face flustered, as he mumbles a soft "you don't need to take it all off." Laughing lightly, you take his hand, chanting the spell to undo the concealment of your pacts. One by one, they appear across your skin, as he glances upon each one as they show.
The marks span scattered across your entire body, from your arms, to your chest, to your back. Mephisto takes his finger and traces around them, being particular about not touching them. He furrows his brows when he comes across a prominent mark - Lucifer's, easy to tell with its commanding presence on your skin. You shudder when he encircles its perimeter, still careful not to actually touch any of it. He stops when he reaches your wrist, grasping it lightly with both of his hands, before bringing it to his face as he plants a kiss where your pulse is. If your face wasn't already red - your entire body is now, too.
"Mephisto...?" you whisper, yet his eyes still linger on the space where he planted a kiss.
"Would you... would you laugh at me if I asked you to make a pact with me?" his voice quivers, hesitant, yet clear. He raises his head to meet your eyes, and you chalk it up to your imagination when his looks fiercely verdant, even more so than usual.
You take your free hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch, but his eyes don't waver, anticipating an answer.
"Why would I laugh?" you finally respond.
"I've told you before why I deemed pacts unnecessary... Yet, when you speak about yours, I can't help but long for a stronger connection with you. I fear it's... quite unbecoming of me to feel this way," he breathes out, as if he's been holding it in his entire life. Leaning forward, you kiss the space between his eyes, and he hums in gratuity.
"Mephisto..." his eyes return to you, as the grip on your hand becomes firmer.
"Would you like to make a pact with me?"
His response is wordless, taking your wrist he's been holding this entire time. Bringing it close to his face once again, he closes his eyes, as you feel the familiar surge of magic seep into you when a pact is formed.
"From now, until the end of our days," he whispers, setting your hand down. A new sigil on the wrist pulse where he kissed makes itself known to you, his fingers mindlessly tracing it like a familiar memory.
"I am yours," he finishes.
When you lean down to meet his lips in a desperate kiss, you feel him smile, and he tastes the tears that run down your face from his bold profession.
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Mephisto is, as usual, at his desk in the newspaper club room. It's one of those nights that demanded his full attention, deadlines fast approaching, so he works overtime, going through and proofreading every article before gaining his final stamp of approval.
He stands up stretching, eager to take a break from his workload. Noticing the empty teapot on his table, he takes it to brew another batch of tea. He scans his options until he lands on a familiar brew - your favorite. Smiling to himself, he takes said brew, preparing to steep it to accompany him on the final leg of his work.
That is, until a sharp jolt passes through his chest, prompting him to drop the pot into countless pieces as he keels over in searing pain. It's unlike anything he's experienced before, almost as if something is being ripped off of him.
It's then that he finally notices.
Initially thinking of it as a trick of light, he hurriedly rips off his gloves, to where his pact mark with you was etched - on his wrist, the same space where he gave you his mark.
It's gone.
It's gone, and he can't feel you.
Scrambling to his feet, he races back to his desk, uncaring of the mess he's making, throwing the documents across the room to finally, finally get to his D.D.D.
Before he can even open the thing and dial for your contact, the screen lights up.
Lucifer's calling.
He's thankful that the hallways of RAD are completely empty at this hour, as the moment he hangs up on his call with the demon of pride, he lets out the most anguished, distressed scream the academy's walls will ever know, your name buried in echoes.
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a/n: after rereading i realize the ending might imply you died, but no i promise it's just a cheeky little way to connect to your disappearance in nightbringer help
hallway brushes turn into casual conversations, that turns into walking to your next class together, that turns into whispered nothings, that turns into something more
[set in the OG timeline, pre-NB]
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"Good morning."
His tone is casual, monotonous. You look up from your D.D.D to see the angel in front of you, arm raised halfway in a greeting.
"Raphael! Good morning," you respond in kind with a smile.
You haven't known Raphael for long, but you realize that sincerity is laced in every encounter you've had with him, despite what the tone in his voice might suggest. Although the brothers describe him as strict and meticulous, you find the silence that usually comes with his presence quite comforting, a complete contrast to the daily rambunctious antics in the House of Lamentation.
"You're early today. Don't you usually come with Mammon?" he asks, glancing around you in case he missed the demon in question.
"Oh, Diavolo asked me to come in early so I can look through some of the proposals regarding future exchange programs," you respond. "I actually came with Satan today, but he wanted to stop by the library first."
"I see..." he trails off, as if in thought. "Can I walk you there?"
You blink in surprise.
"To the student council room? Sure, but are you sure you're not busy?" you reply, not expecting the offer. He gives a curt nod.
"I'm waiting for Simeon and Luke, so I don't have anything to do until then."
"If that's the case... yeah, let's go! I could use the company," you smile. Though his face remains unchanged, you can sense he's content that you accepted.
The two of you chat about recent happenings, from Mammon's latest grimm escapades to Luke accidentally drinking Solomon's concoction that he left in the fridge ("--he should really stop doing that", you interject.) that made the poor angel croak for the entirity of the afternoon. Luke was apparently grumpy for the rest of the night, so Simeon baked some cookies to cheer him up, which worked. ("--the cookies were good," he commented.)
The walk to the student council room isn't too long, and before you realize it, you're both standing at its doors. "I might as well say hi to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos," was what he said as he held the door for you. You whisper a quiet thanks as you walk past, and hear the scuffle of his feet as he walks in right after.
"There you are, good morning!" Diavolo's voice resounds within the room, enthusiasm peaked as always. Barbatos bows beside him in acknowledgement, walking off to prepare your seat.
"Good morning, Dia, Barb," you return their greeting accompanied with a warm smile.
"Hm? Is that Raphael behind you?" The prince finally notices your companion, who gives a nod.
"Good morning, Lord Diavolo. I was merely taking them to you. I apologize for the intrusion."
"Nonsense!" The prince laughs in assurance. "You and the other angels are always welcome to stop by."
You glance at the angel, who only gives another nod in response.
"I'll be on my way then," he turns to you.
"Thanks for walking me here," you say, thanking him with a smile.
"See you around."
You might've imagined it, but you were almost certain your fingers brushed for a second as he walked back, and you swallow the warmth that overtakes you, pushing it aside so you can start your duties.
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Walking with Raphael becomes somewhat of a norm.
The repeating trend goes like this - you've just finished your Devildom History class, and as you walk out, he's somehow also nearby, which ends with him walking you to your next class. Sometimes, one of the brothers notices, and he ignores every one of their whines when they point it out. There are days when Luke and Simeon join the two of you (and if it's lunchtime, the twins are there with you too).
You talk about many different things - you ask a lot of stuff about the Celestial Realm, and he'll often tell a story or two from back when the brothers were still angels. There's a fondness in his tone whenever he recounts those memories, but you know he's content just knowing that the brothers are all together and happy in the Devildom. He asks you about your life in the Human Realm and what you were like before the exchange program, and you tell him of your days before the greatest plot twist of your life.
Somehow, you also manage to convince him to start teaching you how to sew. ("--literally not a day goes by where I don't have at least one tear on my clothes," you tell him.) You told him of that one time Beel started chewing through your school jacket because you spilled some juice on it, and then another time you tripped over a tangled wire in Levi's room, causing the seam of your jeans to split. ("--it's a miracle you still have any clothing left to wear," he comments. You swear you saw him hold back a laugh, but you don't mention it.)
Eventually he starts walking you back to the House of Lamentation, too. You're usually stuck doing student council duties after classes, so when it first happens, you're surprised to see him still on campus.
He manages to find a different reason each time you ask.
"I was at the library."
"I was sitting in the garden and lost track of time."
"I forgot something in the classroom so I came to pick it up."
He doesn't bother defending himself when one day, you walk out of the student council room, waving at him - "Thanks for waiting for me." He simply nods in acknowledgment.
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When he walks side by side with you, sometimes your fingers brush; some instances longer than others, and you can't help but wonder what his hands would feel like on yours. Simeon once mentioned that angels had higher body temperatures, so would that mean his hands would be warm? Gentle?
As these thoughts run through your mind, you don't notice turquoise eyes on you the entire time, almost mapping each crevace of your face. He looks at your empty hand right next to his, and he finds himself wondering how it would feel like as he held it.
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One day, the dam finally breaks.
He's walking you back to the House of Lamentation as always, and you're talking about Thirteen egging on Mephisto earlier that day. You stifle a laugh as you recount the noble waving his cane around ("like an old man," you describe), as he chased the reaper.
Your fingers are brushing against his again, but unlike most days when it's an unspoken tension, you feel the other hand slowly creeping up to yours, before it wraps it in its warmth. You look at your now-intertwined hands, and then to his face, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. There's a warmth in his cheeks, and you feel his hand squeeze yours lightly, as if asking for assurance.
"Your hands are warm," you whisper, squeezing in return. From the corner of your eye you see his lips twitch upwards in a small smile, but you don't point it out.
When you reach the house, it takes some time for him to release his grip, but as he does, he takes his other hand, holding yours with both of his, and he brings it close to his face and plants a kiss to your palms, his eyes on you the entire time.
Your face is flushed, both in embarassment and twitterpation, as you try to avert your gaze from his - to no avail. You fear he can hear how fast your heart is beating even from a distance, as he sets down your hand he's been holding.
"I'll see you tomorrow," a rare smile is planted on his face, which only worsens your poor heart's pounding.
"Yeah," you finally manage to breath out. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."
You watch him walk away, heading back to Purgatory Hall, and start formulating a plan to get back to him. Maybe a kiss when he's not looking? You'll polish that thought later.
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And as you drift off to sleep that night, you dream about the warmth of his touch, and wonder how warm the rest of him is.
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[a/n: i haven't actually written a fic in quite a while so i'm kinda rusty ;; feel free to send me suggestions, etc! i wanna get back to writing more... Thank you for reading!]
OBEY ME! CHARACTERS AND TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS I ASSOCIATE THEM WITH
listen i need this as self assurance and indulgence. will include all dateables, mephisto, thirteen, and raphael. will also include any honorable mentions!
I'll link a playslist with all the songs at the end for funsies hehe
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LUCIFER
False God (Lover)
I know heaven's a thing; I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you.
I was debating between this one or I Can See You from Speak Now TV, but I feel like the religious imagery in this one really sold me
hon. mention: Invisible String, Don't Blame Me
MAMMON
Paper Rings (Lover)
I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
/
I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays
I think Mammon's definitely the type to propose with a paper ring either while he's drunk or as an impromptu proposal (of course, he'll still buy you an actual ring) but it's kind of a cute contrast from his greed image
hon. mention: New Year's Day
LEVIATHAN
Glitch (Midnights)
I thought we had no chance, and that's romance, let's dance
This one is definitely not just because of the song's theming 🤞 Even the first line (we were supposed to be just friends) is a direct parallel to his character song 😭 (which, fun fact, is my favorite out of all the songs we have... That and Telepathy.)
hon. mention: Tied Together with a Smile
SATAN
cowboy like me (evermore)
I've got some tricks up my sleeve, takes one to know one
You're a cowboy like me, never wanted love, just a fancy car
Satan was the hardest to pick for, I think. Originally I wanted to go for something like. idk. Sweeter Than Fiction? Which to be fair could be a good pick too. But I feel like cowboy like me encapsulates his "i've finally met my match, so i'm never letting go" kind of thing
hon. mention: Sweeter Than Fiction, I Think He Knows
ASMODEUS
Gorgeous (reputation)
You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk, you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong
This one was the first one I thought of LMAO I think people might say it's a pretty shallow pick but it's exactly why I went with it anyway - he seems like a very shallow demon and his aesthetic is definitely what first draws you in, but if you don't bother trying to get to know him, he'll only ever be gorgeous and nothing else. Do you get what I'm going for here. I hope you do.
hon. mention: Style, Bejeweled
BEELZEBUB
Stay Stay Stay (Red, Taylor's Version)
You carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing, and I love you because you have given me no choice but to stay
/
All those times you didn't leave, it's been occuring to me, I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life
I take back what I said about Satan. BEEL was the hardest to pick for 😵💫😭 tbh this pick went purely off of vibes and not necessarily any deeper connection. How dare I call myself a Beel simp. (Someone help me out here i'm dying)
BELPHEGOR
Run (Red, Taylor's Version)
Darling, let's run, run from it all
We can go where our eyes can take us, go where no one else is, run
I think I gravitated towards this song for Belphie because of the themes of escapism. Like all he wants to do is be with you and no one else (and maybe Beel) but as long as he's with you, anywhere is home
hon. mention: Untouchable
DIAVOLO
Enchanted (Speak Now, Taylor's Version)
This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends, my thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.
He was so fun to think for because he definitely has this almost naive, fairytale charm when it comes to romance, I think. Like he's definitely the type to reference fairytale romances with prince charming and sweeping you off your feet and all that. I think.
hon. mention: Today Was a Fairytale, gold rush
BARBATOS
Dancing With Our Hands Tied (reputation)
I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket, you said there was no one in the world that could stop it
I was divided between this one and Timeless, but went with dwoht bc the vibes felt right. On-the-low sutuationship-relationship yet always craving their presence and intimacy? Yeah sign me up
hon. mentions: Timeless, Haunted
SOLOMON
Sweet Nothing (Midnights)
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
note: do NOT let him do shit in the kitchen
I picked this one because I think out of all of them, I associate Solomon with domesticity the most. I think he'd be one to crave for that too, and that all he wants is to go home after a long day to see you.
hon. mention: Ours, Our Song
SIMEON
Treacherous (Red, Taylor's Version)
Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should, think you should know, that nothing safe is worth the drive
Oh Simeon, the most un-angel angel (or ex-angel?) to ever exist. I originally wanted to go for something a bit more sensual for him, but I think Treacherous encapsulates his inner conflict of where he stands as an angel, his love for the brothers, and his love for you.
hon. mention: So It Goes...
MEPHISTOPHELES
Electric Touch (Speak Now, Taylor's Version)
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life, got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever, in the heat of your electric touch
Listen. Mephisto feels like a slowburn which was why I chose this song exactly. The uncertainty, the hope, the longing, but with a sprinkle of denial and starvation. The overthinking. YEAHHHH BABYYY IM GOING TO LOSE IT (<- has the unfortunate trait of being a mephisto simp)
hon. mentions: Cruel Summer, Afterglow
THIRTEEN
Wonderland (1989)
Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? Didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twisting around me, I should've slept with one eye open at night
Oh picking a song for her was fun. I also got stuck between two songs but chose Wonderland just bc I felt it suited her better. There's an air of mystery, skepticism, madness, longing... you name it
hon. mention: Message in a Bottle
RAPHAEL
Snow on the Beach (Midnights)
This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen, I searched aurora borealis green, I've never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery
Okay this one feels like a stretch but also I'm half projecting because Raph is my favorite undateable LMFAO I just think his. Distance(?) makes it so it's almost magical that he gets drawn in. y'know. Almost like a once in a lifetime thing.
hon. mention: Dress, Superman
And that's all of them! I'm aware I didn't include Luke and although I still could include him with a more platonic/familial song, I went into this with like. Romance in my brain so. Sorry Luke ur still my bff don't worry.
There's also a distinct lack of debut, fearless, and folklore i'm so sorry i didnt mean it 😭
Anyways if you have any songs you also associate with them, I'd love to hear it!!
I made a playlist here!
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