Diavolo's would be on the palm of your right hand, like Ironman. Because you two often hold hands and run around the castle like children and because he's the prince of the Devildom so of course it would be on quite an obvious, powerful place. It would be red, but a darker red than Beel's. You are the first person to get a pact with him, congratulations :D
🛎 Barbatos 🛎
His mark would be on the small of your back. He likes having his hand their to guide you while you walk, plus you always see butlers with their hand behind their back for some reason. It would be teal. I imagine it would be difficult to find, you would have to do a full body search for it and maybe call in one of the brothers to help find it.
🍇 Mephistopheles 🍇
His mark would be where your hairline is, half in your hair, the other half covering some of your forehead. He's a noble demon and quite pompous, so it's almost like a crown. It would be purple, but quite a rich purple unlike Belphie's, a colour that screams royalty.
Solomon headcanon 🎉
You and Sol have a tradition of sorts that whenever one of you get a pact, even with some random low-life demon, you immediately run over to tell eachother. You congratulate eachother, and maybe hang out a bit if you have time. He does sometimes feel salty, but he's mostly proud that his apprentice is doing so well <3
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It's very peaceful in Solomon's room. The smell of old books, the low lights.
--
We are sitting on his bed by the time I calmed down.
He smiles at me and jokes
"Did my question make you this sad? Haha"
"That's not why I-"
I groan and hug him again.
"I missed you.. a lot. Why did you disappear?.."
"Well.."
He doesn't finish his sentence and instead laughs awkwardly. But I pry further.
"That's not fair, Solomon. I always tell you everything!"
"Do you really?"
He says with a suspicious smile. As if he knows that's not true.
"Uhm-"
I nervously try to scramble for words.
"It's alright, MC. We all have our secrets."
He pats my head. Wait he WHAT!?
I stare at him and he just chuckles.
"You like that, don't you?"
A teasing smirk appears.
And my heart beats faster.
"S-Solomon!! You- "
I hide my face behind my hands. Though I don't stay hidden for long as I feel the pull of magic take my hands away from my face.
"HEY!"
"Ahahaha!"
He leans in closer, while he's smiling so happy. I feel my heart fill with joy.
"Please don't hide from me, my adorable apprentice ~"
I stay silent for a bit. And Solomon tilts his head, looking a bit worried now.
"MC I'm sorry if I-"
I don't let him finish as I kiss him softly on his even softer lips.
I also see a very, VERY cute blush appear on him.
"Wh.."
I ruffle his hair and it's SO soft. My hands feel like they're experiencing heaven. So of course I continue petting him. Which doesn't help the already flustered sorcerer.
"M-MC!!"
"Aaawww~ look who's all shy now~"
The roles have been reversed and I'm sure I look very smug right now.
He now groans in embarrassment and I have a feeling he'll get revenge on me.
And revenge he takes. I feel hands on my sides start to tickle me. I start laughing and squirming, playfully trying to get away.
"Solomon! Hahahaha! Please!! Mercy!"
"Now now, why should I do that ~"
He mercilessly continues until-
"MC? Solomon..?"
An angelic voice is heard by the door. It seems we have been too loud.
"I knocked but you didn't answer.."
He looks troubled.
"Were we too loud..?"
I look apologetically at him.
"Thankfully Luke has not woken up yet. But you were quite loud, yes."
"I apologize Simeon, we'll be quieter."
Solomon says as he still has an arm around my waist from his tickling attack. I try not to think about that now.
And Simeon noticed that, he's been staring at it to be exact.
"I see you have resolved what's been bothering you, MC?"
"Ah y-yes..?"
No??? I haven't figured out anything! It got even more confusing!
"Well then. I wish you two a good night."
Simeon leaves and closes the door.
A silence befalls the room, Solomon is staring into the abyss, still with a slight blush. He giggles and leans back, closing his eyes and sighing happy.
I'd stare at his lovely content face for longer, but I need to progress in my quest.
"Solomon?"
"Yes, MC?"
He says while his eyes are still closed.
"Can you.. come to my room tomorrow?"
He opens his eyes now and takes my hand.
"Of course MC, I should be more free from now on."
I smile and get up.
"That's a promise!!"
I go to his door and open it, wanting to leave as it's late. But Solomon closes it again, suddenly having appeared behind me and leaning on it with his arm.
"Not so fast, MC."
... By the way this is how our dear Solomon looked after the kiss!
***Quick late night drabble done from my phone because I'm bored and love Solomon, so pardon the lack of proper title heading. Love yas!***
There was a silent smyphony that came with the night.
Two breaths, like woodwinds, intermingling with the chilled air. Shuffling blankets with each toss and turn compose the melodic rifts, and the ever-present ba-bump of two synchrous hearts create a drumline.
There was a silent symphony that came with the night, and Solomon was all too honoured to be the sole attendee of this private concert.
You certainly weren't present. No. Despite your body being quite firmly afixxed to his own, you were off in your own world, probably dreaming of the most obsecure things.
In the morning, as you always did, you would tell him about your journey as a ninja who rode dinosaurs in a high tech, future society that lived in the desert.
Your eyes would sparkle and yours hands would dance across the skies as you flung them to and fro. In all his years he had never met a more enthusiastic story teller.
But for now ...
Your nose twitched as he lazily dragged his fingers down the sides of your cheeks. He couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face with the small groan of complaint that fell from you - an unexpected brass solo.
Your hands tightened onto his shirt as you nuzzled against his chest.
Realization struck him like a gong.
This was all he wanted.
Thousands of years of broken melodies and his life being miserably out of tune and now you. You whose soul sang so clear to him, he felt like a sailor drawn to a siren. But instead of damning him to the depths of self-destruction, you drowned him in seas of love.
He had lived a hundred life times, befriended mortals time and time again only to watch them whither away to the curse of time, but none had quite enchanted him as you had.
He pressed a kiss to your head as a blush dusted his cheeks.
There was a silent symphony that came with the night. One of domestic bliss that was reserved for his and his ears alone.
And as Solomon looked down and truly saw the sleeping beauty passed out in his arms, he realized that this is the song he had been searching for all his life. He could listen to it for a thousand years more, and it still wouldn't satisfy his longing.
He was greedy, oh how selfish he was, that he'd steal away your angelic company for only himself and yet he couldn't bring himself to feel bad
You were his, but more accurately, he was yours. And he'd keep being yours until the end of time, when your final drumbeat falls and the curtains close.
***Wrote this very quickly but I hope you all like this little snippet! Thanks for the love! -B ***
Funny 1 with any dateable that you want (Simeon,Solomon or etc)
Solomon x MC
1. "Surprise! I'm back from the dead! Isn't that exciting?"
Warnings: Spoilers for Lessons 14-20
It had been three years since MC had died at the hands of Belphie. Solomon didn't witness the event, but he got a call from the Brothers soon after and couldn't handle it.
Without hesitantation, he left Devildom. MC was more than just a fellow student. They were his lover, and the news of their death broke him.
For the first year, he couldn't say their name. The second year, he couldn't look at any of their pictures without tears streaming down his face. Now he cannot visit their grave without wailing and calling out for them.
That is where he sits currently. In front, of their headstone with a bouquet in hand. Tears run down his face as he whispers, "MC... I miss you everyday... I would give anything to have you back in my arms..."
From a distance Solomon hears a voice answer him, "Anything?"
It sounds like MC...
He stands up frantic as he starts looking around. Slowly a figure comes out from behind a tree and into the light.
It's his MC... Is he dreaming?
"MC... but you..."
MC smiles, "Surprise! I'm back from the dead! Isn't that exciting?"
Solomon is speechless as he walks up the them and gently touches them.
MC then begins to ramble, "You see, I actually came back from the dead a little after I died. I went looking for you the next day, but the Brothers said you left. After getting back from Devildom, I had heard that I had a grave stone so I decided to see it, and here you are. I found you!"
Solomon hugs them, then pulls back to look at them in disbelief, "Wait. You came back from the dead the same day?"
MC chuckled, "Yeah... Crazy, right?"
Solomon growled as his face twisted in anger, "Those bastards!"
"What?" MC looks at him confused.
He then explains, "The day after you die, I got a call from Satan saying you were gone and I left immediately out of grief. You were alive and that asshole tried to prank me." His breath became heavy, "I'm going to kill him for the grief he put me through."
MC smiled up at their lover, "Can I help?"
Solomon gently held MC's chin as he leaned in, "Of course, My Love. I wouldn't want it any other way."
The two meet in a passionate kiss before beginning their act of revenge.
SUMMARY: Solomon lets out his jealousy after seeing Kana dolled up for another man—but is that really his fault? (It 100% is, but Kana's nice enough to forgive him for it.)
TAGS: Vanilla sex, jealousy, possessive!Solomon, established relationship
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“You’re wearing eyeliner” is the first thing Solomon says when he sees her walk into the room. His lips quirk downward into that cute little frown—the one that always feels more like a pout, in Kana’s opinion—and then his already-dark eyes flash with something darker than usual.
Jealousy, Kana instantly realizes, and she sighs, immediately realizing what she’s walked into.
“And now you’re sighing. Is being apart from Satan so awful?” Solomon says.
“Sol,” Kana says slowly. “I told you this a million times. We’re friends. We had that dinner just now as friends. And—and he took me to a fancy place! I couldn’t just show up in my uniform—I had to wear—”
“Makeup? And that dress?” Solomon snaps. “You hardly dress up Kana, and now, for the first time in a month, I see you looking like this for another man? A demon, of all things? What kind of—”
Solomon stops himself before he can say anything too awful, but Kana’s sharp. She already knows what he was going to say: What kind of girlfriend does something like that? And after listening to Solomon complain about this innocent dinner for a week, having him refuse to help her get ready earlier, and now hearing him whine over the fact that Kana dared to wear eyeliner and a dress to one of the most upscale restaurants in the Devildom—she’s had enough.
“Solomon,” she snaps, crossing her arms. “I have the right to dress up whenever and for whoever I want. You being my boyfriend gives you no right to dictate—”
“I’m not dictating anything! I’m just saying that—”
“Saying that you want to control what I wear? You need to calm down, Solomon, and take a step back because—”
“And how am I supposed to do that when you look like this?” Solomon shouts.
And suddenly, Kana realizes that he’s not just jealous because she went out with Satan—he’s jealous he wasn’t invited to see her look like this.
“You—you’re always wearing jeans and T-shirts and casual stuff and—” Solomon is getting flustered now, embarrassed that the truth has come out. “And that’s fine. I love you because of it. But I don’t want other men seeing you look so…”
So enticing.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
Kana already knows what he’s going to say, so before Solomon can even pick a word (and knowing him, he’d pick many), she steps forward and kisses him.
Solomon doesn’t kiss back at first. He seems to be surprised or upset or maybe even flustered…but after a second, the rigidity of his shoulders fades. His hands settle around the curve of Kana’s waist. His eyes shut, and Solomon kisses Kana back, long and deep, intense and passionate.
“You look divine,” he whispers against Kana’s lips. “And I know you say there’s nothing going on between you and Satan. But he’s an idiot if he can see you dressed like this and not…and not want to fuck you senseless in it.”
Kana giggles against Solomon’s lips, pulling back.
“It doesn’t matter what he thinks,” Kana says, staring sweetly into Solomon’s eyes. “Because the only one who gets to do any of that to me is you.”
Something hitches in Solomon’s breathing when she says that.
“Kana,” he says, and the word falls from his lips intimately, like her name is something to be cherished and protected and uttered with the highest reverence. “You can’t say something like that to a man and not expect him to act on it.”
An airy laughter falls from Kana’s lips.
“Maybe I want you to act on it, Sol.” She bites her lip shyly, not used to being so forthright with him. “I had my dinner with Satan, but I always knew I’d be coming back to your room tonight. The real person I dressed up for was…”
Was you.
She doesn’t even need to say it; Solomon understands automatically.
And when he does, the look in his eye completely changes.
“Oh,” he says, embarrassed over how much he overreacted. “Oh,” he repeats, suddenly realizing what Kana is insinuating. “Oh,” he says, abruptly realizing that this is an open invitation—and that he’d be a fool not to take it.
Immediately, his lips crash against Kana’s. His hand works its way up into her hair, styled into an elegant bun, and he tugs, undoing the folds of her black tresses to let Kana’s long hair cascade down her shoulders.
“Jump,” he orders, palms now gripping the backs of her thighs. “Jump,” he repeats, and Kana does so blindly, trusting him to the fullest as she wraps her legs around his waist while he maneuvers her into his bedroom, onto his bed, into his arms where he traps her and stares down at her with hungry, lust-filled eyes.
“You look beautiful,” Solomon says, chest rising and falling rapidly. He brushes a strand of hair behind Kana’s ear, cupping her cheek.
“Just like you,” Kana whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut as the gap between her and Solomon disappears.
Everything after that is a blur.
When Solomon said he wanted to fuck her in her dress, he meant it; Kana wore a black gown to the party today, one with a slit from her thigh to her foot, and Solomon uses that slit to give himself full access to everything that lies between her legs.
“Oh,” Kana gasps when she feels Solomon’s tongue working its way inside her. “Oh, Sol, right—right there—please don’t stop—”
But why would Solomon stop? Solomon never stops, and his mouth is working against Kana’s skin until she’s writhing and gasping and quivering under his every touch.
“Ready?” Solomon asks later with half-lidded eyes. His shirt has been stripped off and he’s unbuckling his belt, but Kana’s eyes are glued to the ornate markings that are etched into his skin, lining all the dips and curves to his muscles. Kana stares shamelessly, mind too clouded with pleasure to be shy, and her fingers trace the pact marks delicately, fingertips ghosting over the edges.
It makes Solomon shiver.
(In a good way, based on how his length pressed harder against her thigh.)
“Always, for you,” Kana says, smiling.
When Solomon starts to press inside of her, it turns out that she wasn’t, in fact, ready—but her boyfriend eases her into it, rocking his hips against her gently and lovingly, slowly and passionately. Her nails, which were previously only tracing his skin, start to dig in, leaving long scratches that make Solomon hiss, but pain gives way to pleasure the more he moves, the deeper he thrusts, the longer he’s inside.
“Fuck,” he’s still whispering an hour later when they’re both sweaty and exhausted. Kana’s dress is bunched up around her waist, the straps pushed down to expose her soft breasts, and Solomon rests his head on them, listening to the fast beating of her heart. “You’re amazing, Kana, do you know that?” Solomon presses a chaste kiss against Kana’s skin, arms wrapped around her waist. “Amazing and beautiful and perfect.”
Kana giggles sweetly, threading her fingers through Solomon’s hair.
“I’m sorry for ever doubting you.”
Kana smiles.
“But you have to wear this dress on a date with me.”
At that, Kana laughs, slapping the back of Solomon’s head.
“You’ve ruined this dress, Sol. I don’t think I can ever wear this in public.” And, frankly, even if she could wear it again, Kana’s not sure she’d be able to so much as fit the fabric over her shoulders without getting horribly wet from the memories of everything Solomon just did.
Of course, her wizard of a boyfriend seems to already know this.
“Don’t worry. I have more than enough spells to return this dress to its original condition,” he says, kissing Kana’s lips.
“But there’s no point—”
“There’s always a point, Kana. Because after I take you out in this dress, I’m going to fuck you in it all over again.”
(And he does.)
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Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: This was my first time writing with an OC rather than just a reader - hope you enjoyed it!
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Lazuli x soft! Solomon (I lowkey wanted to write a soft Solomon)
(Oh btw, they live in the Devildom)
I was preparing to head back to the Human realm to visit my cousin Alexandrite for a few days, I was currently sitting next to Solomon explaining to him that I'd be gone, after I told him he seemed quiet, I place my hand on his cheek softly and asked "You ok snowflake?" He looks at me with a small smile "ye-yeah, I'm fine, you go on, have fun" I nod and kiss his forehead, I asked a few more times if he was ok with this and he kept saying "of course I'm fine with it" I finally stood up and walking to our room to start packing some things before my trip.
After I was done packing I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs only to see Solomon still sitting there looking kinda uncomfortable, I look at him "Solomon, Im gonna leave now" but before I could open the door I heard him get up and before I knew it he was clinging onto me, holding onto me for dear life and begging me to not go, I held him and kissed his forehead "wht didn't you say anything sooner snowflake?" Solomon looks at me then down to the floor and says quietly "I was embarrassed..." I put my bag down and pick him up and walk over to the couch, once I sit down I kept Solomon on my lap and held him.
Once Solomon was alseep I texted Alexandrite I was unable to make it, after the text was sent I then laid in the couch holding Solomon and fell alseep soon after
Him wrapping his cape around you; when you're cuddling or when you're cold • Slow dancing • You trying to teach him how to cook • You teaching him how to fold laundry • Him coming by HoL unannounced just to piss off the brothers • Him sneaking you back to the human world when you get homesick • Watching sunsets together • Being overall chaotic • Him making sure you don't do anything too life threatening • Working alongside eachother; not talking just enjoying each others company • Supporting each other with studies and general stresses in the Devildom • Him placing wards on you to protect you • Gentle touches • Whispering sweet nothings to each other • Telling each other stories about funny/ embarrassing things you've done • Him sneaking you out HoL; successfully making the brothers panic thinking you got kidnapped •
Thinking about Mc and Solomon being soulmates, two souls that were always destined to be together, made for each other. That in all the timelines Barbatos can see, you're always together, with each other to the very end. Like two puzzle pieces you fit together perfectly, balancing each other out, where one struggles the other is there to lend them a hand, so much trust and love between you two, no judgment, only understanding and sympathy. And the way you look at each other, gaze full of adoration, Solomon looking at you and treating you as if you are his sun, his moon and his stars, as if you're his life source. You staring at him in class as if he was made by the gods, with no flaws. And the way he touches you as if you were glass, soft caresses and loving holds, his arms wrapped securely around you as if protecting you from the rest of the world. The way you would cup his face and kiss his jaw so tenderly, making him feel loved and like he's important in this world <33
