#om!solomon

[visual-novel-cinematic-universe]

Asmodeus, trembling: What kind of spider is that? Solomon: That's a daddy longlegs. Want me to get it out? Asmodeus: I suppose it's a good-looking spider, but I wouldn't call it "daddy" Solomon:

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Lmao this was so cute and pls mc's options are giving me life rn . " I wanna see those push up , boys 🖤" it has to be black heart imo but oh wow. Its so fun!!!!!

More screenshots because why not!!!

Levi being levi

Simeon would yeet a bible at levi of he could lmao

I love this pls.

Angy luci.

Aw hes so cute!!!

[kydrogendragon]

For the soulmate alphabet au can I get an A for Solomon

Ohmygod, this prompt is perfect for him!! Literally teared up at the thought of how perfect this is.

This is for the Soulmate Drabble Alphabet I’m doing. The prompts can be found here if you want to request one!

Aging stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together.

Warning:

Pairing: Solomon x GN!MC

Rating: G

Solomon always claimed it was a potion gone wrong that caused him to be stuck at this age for eternity, but the truth wasn't as certain. The sorcerer had many partners and many that he loved and truly thought were finally the one, but as they stayed forever in their young bodies after years of being together, he knew none of them belonged together.

The years came and went and after a while, Solomon began questioning if he had found his soulmate many moons ago, but that damn potion of his truly kept him eternally young. He would never know, but the thought kept him up at night when his mind would wander to his past. He would wonder what his life could have been like. Would he have had kids? Would he have grandkids? Would his parents be proud of the legacy he created with his family and would his people be pleased with his rule? Would it have made any difference or would he be forever cursed to end up here still: alone, forever wondering, and without someone to call his own.

Eventually, Solomon gave up that hope, that dream. He dove into his studies of the occult and the magickal, continuously learning and experimenting. As the years flew by, his dream of love faded away with it, leaving only the desire to create and learn all he could, which is why he agreed to the exchange program. What better way to learn the intricacies of the Devildom and it's residents than to reside with them for a year. Plus, the opportunity to score a pact with Lucifer might arise as well and the sorcerer was not about to give that chance up.

Then he met you.

An ordinary human thrust into a world you had no knowledge of. Anyone else would have lost their minds to madness, but not you. No, you were special. You didn't just survive, but you flourished. Solomon watched, studying you from the side in awe. Through all the struggles, all the dangers, you didn't hide. You didn't cower away or retreat inside of yourself. You took it, you took it all and you shined like the sun in the midst of all this darkness.

Solomon didn't dare get too close, despite how he felt himself constantly gravitating towards you, but you had other plans. Of course you did. He watched as the year went by and you brought that same light to each of the brothers' lives and it wasn't long until you brought that light to him. Your smile was contagious. He soon found himself smiling in earnest whenever you were near. Asmo said he was going soft, that his little "crush" was as obvious as Mammon's.

The sorcerer, of course, told Asmo off, saying he was merely curious, just as he and the rest of his brothers were, but that wasn't the truth. As much as Solomon wanted to deny it, he couldn't. In a single year, this simple human had thrown Solomon off his well beaten path directly into your orbit. As the days continues, he found his world revolving around you more and more.

And then you became his apprentice and very quickly surpassed him. Soon, you'd become the master and Solomon would happily take his place beneath you. As you both grew, and studied, and worked, the love between you both grew and those wonders, those worries of Solomon's began to creep back up. Was this doomed to end as all his others had?

But then, one morning, as the two of you laid snuggled up in the warmth of your bed as you threaded your fingers through his stark white locks with such gentleness, you spoke. "You're starting to get wrinkles, Love. Asmo's gonna have a fit, you know." He froze, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.

"Wrinkles?" Solomon all but whispered as he stared into your eyes. You nodded, snuggling up against his chest.

"Mhmm," you hummed. "Pretty sure you're getting some crows feet going on up there. It looks good on you though. They fit you." Solomon found his hand wandering to the skin at the edges of his eyes, feeling the ridges of what, indeed, seemed to be wrinkles, and he laughed.

He was aging. It had been so, so many years, but here he was, aging once more.

Solomon wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against his own, peppering kisses all along the top of your head. No more wondering, no more hoping or dreaming. He found them. After centuries of waiting, he was finally no longer alone.