Solomon who gives off raw humanity after you actually get to know him. He's just a lovesick, scarily powerful, fool. He'll sit there for hours and ramble about magic and TSL and pacts and his work to you if you let him. Ask him about his star obsession, urge him to tell you stories about his travels and findings and adventures. But please, please remember that he's more than just some immortal sorcerer capable of great things, hold him from time to time, sit and just exist with him, please.
Let Solomon be human with you. He's so used to carrying the weight of humanity on his shoulders, sometimes he forgets he's only human, too. He might be fun and he might be strong and he might be wise, but it's been too long since he's had someone hold his hand and glide their thumb over his knuckles.
Please let him ramble about the rain or the way trees creak or the way stars twinkle like they're laughing. Please let him take you to different places and get excited with you over things he's purposefully never sought the answer to in order to keep a part of himself curious. Please sit with him in the silence of each other and just let him let his guard down.
Solomon who wants to be human with you. Solomon who is human with you.
TWST x OM! self-sware AUs where you end up in possession of a cursed phone you found at a pawn shop that looked in really good condition, but any game you get on it comes to life.
You're not really a huge gamer, especially due to having such a busy personal life, so you only got two games that you thought would be fun for the moments your social battery was down but you still craved an adventure or excitement. You take your friend's advice and get two different games: Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Things start off nice and simple, and after a while daily login rewards start to get better and better for both games, even if it goes unnoticed your friends don't get anything nearly as good as you have despite having played longer.
You begin to figure the games are just generous with certain things, after getting a rather impressive amount of gifts after certain events. Had it not been for one minor detail, you wouldn't have ever noticed anything at all off about the games.
The way your friends complain about certain in-game storylines or characters.
What do you mean that Belphegor's story after lesson 16 needed more growth? That it felt rushed into forgiveness? Was 7 lessons of tension resulting into a final thought out apology not at all cared about?
And Grim? What about Grim? Why are your friends so frustrated that he's supposedly so annoying at times? Did the several late night conversations throughout the books slowly revealing his abandonment issues and need to feel important to not be abandoned mean nothing to them?
And what's this about characters not having a live chatting feature? Or onto having 2 or 3 options for dialogue all leading to the same outcome?
Now that I'm 18, I'm legally allowed to say that I headcanon Solomon to be really sweet in bed.
NSFW up ahead! MDNI!
He'd be the kind of lover to take things nice and slow after the first few times, once he's really comfortable. Sure, the first couple of times are him being a teasing bitch— a sharp thrust here, a slow drag there, a slight grind forward.
Despite this, I'm yet to be convinced that he's the type of man to not savor his lovers.
Whether it be his tongue delved into you, savoring the taste of whatever he's thoroughly tongue fucking clean, or his cock or stretching you in just the right places, just barely scraping against the right areas.
He likes it slow, sensual, and time consuming. He wants to remember every engraving, every bump. Solomon wants to feel you shift, feel you clench.
He's been alive a long, long time, and yet he can't help but feel bathed in youth when he's bedding you. Let him have that a while longer, won't you?
I like to imagine that while yes, demons and angels can get injured, they have no idea what sickness is. So one day when you wake up really sick, they think you're cursed.
They think it's an awfully strong curse, actually, because they can't even pinpoint what it is or any trace of magic, but they can just feel something is there and it's wrong and not normal and that you're not okay.
Maybe at first the brothers try and not tell anyone since they think they can solve it without help, but after the third day and no progress and you laying in bed, unable to eat, sweating, vomiting, sneezing, and pale, they decide to suck it up and bring you to the castle.
Another personal favorite idea of mine is that due to the lack of sun, the Devildom is absolutely freezing most of the time, so it's harder to recover if you fall ill.
Upon reaching the castle and explaining, Diavolo assigns Barbatos to help care for you. When even that doesn't work as well as it should and finding the right spell to work is hard, they turn to Purgatory Hall to help.
Of course, the angels are just as confused. Why are you not getting better? Why are you only getting worse?
It's not until, through gasps of air after laughing so hard when he realizes what's wrong, that they get an explanation. That this is something called illness and that you're not getting better because it's too cold.
So he's asked to curse you, pride thrown aside. When he actually sees you, though... He frowns, immediately switching into concern and doing things like checking your temperature, getting you water, trying (and getting kicked out for even thinking of the kitchen) to make you soup, and so on. Simple things to get you going.
When asked why he's not just healing you, the explanation boils down to how complex diseases can be and how he'd have to find the exact strand of whatever you have to get a spell ready.
So, instead, you're kept in the castle with a heating spell in the room and the utmost pampering and divine of services to help.
Simeon and Luke and Barbatos make you gentle foods to help your stomach. Lucifer and Diavolo and Solomon and Mephistopheles and Raphael come to check on you. Asmodeus and Satan come to help make sure you're bathed and your clothes are changed, that you truly are getting better. Mammon and Leviathan and Beelzebub and Belphegor are the best conversation, company, and entertainment you have. Thirteen makes sure that things are okay by making sure your candle is still lit, maybe a little dim, but lit nonetheless.
And when you do finally get better, you don't miss the opportunity to go out of your way and thank them all individually.
i have an idea i think is cute/cool, feel free to ignore of course!
can i get fluff hcs or a drabble of a yandere solomon w a willing mc who trusts him blindly and trusts no one else?
Super short, I wrote this during class :(
Also super sorry this is crazy late, I've been on a tight schedule and haven't had the time to sit and think about how I'd write this so it's rushed and messy, I may come back to this and edit it to be longer in a few days
Also this is less yandere and more possessive, mainly because I don't see him as a very violent yandere, more just possessive or manipulative
yandere!Solomon x trusting!darling
Brief warning for mentions of body horror to a child (made up story by the slimy bastard /aff)
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"Mammon tried to make a pact with me. Said it was to keep me safe."
A still pause occurred.
"And did you?" The sorcerer's eyes raked over the room to your curled up form, sat on the bed with a blanket in your lap and book in your hand.
The sigil on the back of your neck burned with the masked fury of the immortal, and you gave a snort despite the discomfort.
"Who do you take me for?" Silence envelopes the room once again as Solomon blinked before smiling eyes narrowing a sliver. He nods in silent approval as he stands from his chair.
A hand ghosts the back of your neck, and the magically tattooed figure on the skin soothed as his anger dissipated. He hummed and cupped it, your head bowing along to accommodate the action.
"My good, adorable apprentice." You shudder softly.
Yes, that's how it'd been for quite some time now. Sure, it was wrong. You weren't stupid. But you merely didn't care.
Chapped lips pressed into. Yours with a thumb tilting your chin, and your eyes shut as you feel the familiar warmth of a spell being cast on you. Solomon never told you what it was. That's how it always was, and how it'd always be.
When the kiss ended, the warmth faded and settled deep into your bones. You'd come to associate this particular warmth with protection.
The sorcerer was all yours, and no amount of prying or pushing from otherworldly beings such as the demons who'd kidnapped you or the angels who were too kind would ever have him slipping away from you.
He certainly wouldn't let you go without a fight, anyways.
- There is no doubt in my mind Solomon would be a casually possessive yandere. He'd thrive if you were so trusting towards him, and would get a power trip if it's only him you seem to trust
- I like to imagine he'd have taken advantage of the immediate mistrust that came with the whole "summoned into another world by stranger demons who claim this and that" to swoop you off your feet. After all, wouldn't you trust the only human around?
- the sigil on the back of your neck is like a pact I like to think, something he has to mark you as his. It burns and warms with his emotion like one, too, so if he's mad it'll get uncomfortably hot and if he's happy, it'll simmer down
- he'd definitely cast magic on you without telling you what it is, though. I picture him doing anything from tracking spells to minor love spells (as needed if needed at all) to wards to get otherworldly beings to back off
- you probably still live at the HoL officially, but you definitely spend your time with him 24/7
- after all, who knows what those rotten demons may do to you if you're not kept safe and sound? You certainly don't trust the people who kidnapped you, and Solomon feeds into that by sharing stories of all the bad things demons have done to him and others
- speaking of, he'd probably not be the kind of yandere to get his hands dirty, I imagine he'd wind up probably being a lot more manipulative and let his magic do the trick
- oh, a demon offered you something that was supposedly human safe, but you didn't take it anyways? Smart choice, has he told you of the time one of those pathetic monsters offered a child candy that melted the poor kid's insides?
- he'd be possessive, manipulative, and would definitely twist stories to keep you relying on the only human around— him
You can't tell me Solomon hasn't slipped up and was thought to be insane. Warning for a lot of talk about alcohol and being drunk, super short ✌
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"Oh! I wasn't aware I lived with someone diagnosed with clinical insanity!"
"Hey, hey, come on now— it was an accident, I was drunk! Can you blame a drunk man for rambling about magic?"
"No," MC's lips pursed, "But I can blame you for doubling down about it the next day. You know, when you weren't inebriated."
Solomon, poor, poor Solomon, had no defense to such a fact. Had he known at the time he'd be labeled insane, he would've never spewed on about immortality, magic, or demonic pacts. Hell, he wouldn't have touched the drink he had if he was aware of how much alcohol content was in it.
Of course, the diagnosis was a combination of being around shitty people and stigmatization at the time. The 40s and 50s weren't known for their openness to anything other than psychopathy or insanity in most places.
"You wound me. Is this how you treat me? Your beloved househusband?"
MC snorted.
"Insane househusband. Get it correct."
Solomon gave a disgruntled sound followed up by a long, clearly drawn out sigh as he hid a smile.
Solomon the typa guy to be nothing but goofy when you actually get to know him. The typa fella to turn around in a circle when he forgets what he was about to do. The typa dude to have at one point answered the phone like "'ello? 😀" unironically. Solomon the kinda goober to drop some serious ass lore about himself so casually he forgets not everyone is as old as he is and has experienced the unexplainable as much as he has
Source: he's actually me like actually trust me dude
Hnnnnn sleep deprived concept idea for Obey Me MC who can see and talk with spirits (spoilers for lesson 16)
MC who can see and communicate with spirits. Not ghosts, SPIRITS, stuff that even demons and angels aren't able to see and can only be aware that someone is there, but not who or anything about them
It starts with a figure out the corner of their eye, some faint whispers, quiet steps. It escalates when one night they wander into the music room, hearing quiet humming late at night that nobody else seemed to notice before retiring for bed
They walk in and see a woman with red hair and the two get to talking after MC apologizes for sneaking after her, the spirit laughing and excusing the apology
This culminates into nightly meetings, the brothers growing suspicious. The spirit never tells her name
When Belphegor is let out from the attic, og!MC is killed, the first faces that the new MC brought from another timeline sees is Barbatos, Lilith, and a spirit that looks exactly like them
When it's revealed they're Lilith's descendant and all hell breaks loose, they freeze, head turning slowly to where the spirit of this timeline's MC and the red headed ghost stood to the side
"Lilith..?" They'd murmur under their breath, just barely heard by themselves, let alone anyone else with the chaos around them
The spirit, a woman named Lilith, simply laughs that infectious thing she did the day they first met and puts a finger to her lips with a hum
