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[absolutepokemontrash]

Day 2 of Solodeus week! Road triiiiiiiiip!

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I choose to believe that Solomon’s old ass should not be allowed to drive. He should have his license revoked before Asmo dies of fright.

[ruewrites]

On the Road

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmodeus

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 2 of Solodeus Week! I decided to do Road Trip this time around as I've done some requests surrounding cooking (not that I mind writing about Solomon's interesting culinary skills). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

Asmo played with the radio dial, switching it back and forth. Sometimes he hit static, talk shows, but he hadn't found a song he liked yet. Solomon's little old car was packed with their things and Asmo wondered from time to time if he could actually see out of the back, but at this point he was too afraid to ask.

Solomon's car was a rickety old thing that had Asmo concerned on more than one occasion. Honestly, he was surprised that it had made it this far on the trip. Solomon could afford a nicer one, Asmo knew he could, but Solomon stated that this one had "character" whatever that meant. If it meant "will probably leave us abandoned on the side of the road one day" Asmo could see himself agreeing. But when push came to shove, it did work well enough to take them on a little road trip. Taking them back would be another story.

"I meant to ask earlier," one of Solomon's hands rested outside the window as the other stayed steadfast on the wheel, "Is that a new skirt?"

Oh, so he had been attentive. Asmo had been wondering when he'd ask. His only kement right now was that he couldn't stand up and show off. He had half a mind to make Solomon pull over so he could show off.

The last road trip he’d been on was meant to serve as a retreat in the human world. That also meant that Asmo hadn’t gotten any alone time with Solomon. Yes, shenanigans had played a rather significant role, but Lucifer had his eyes on them like a hawk. Anything that Asmo had brought to show off his legs had mysteriously disappeared until the end of the retreat. Not to mention, Lucifer had tactically placed himself between the two of them whenever he deemed them as being “too close”. No one else noticed, but Asmo certainly had. He loved his brothers, he did, but Lucifer had been a little too protective for his tastes on that trip. He knew he wasn’t fond of Solomon, but really? He was a grown demon, he could care for himself.

But he didn’t have any annoying protective big brothers on this trip, just him and Solomon, and Solomon noticing his new clothes.

"It is," Asmo confirmed, moving his hand away from the dial, content with whatever was now softly playing in the background, "You should know that I picked out an entire wardrobe just for this little trip."

"It looks nice," Solomon's eyes glanced down to his thighs before returning to the road.

"I think I look a little more than nice thank you very much."

Solomon only chuckled in response. "Of course. Anyways we'll be coming up on our first stop soon."

"And you can take all sorts of pictures of me?"

"If that's what you wish."

Asmo grinned before looking down at his D.D.D. He'd taken a few pictures ready of him in the passenger seat for his Devilgram. Obviously most of his followers went crazy when he managed to post content of him and Solomon together. Asmodeus was attractive already, but having an insanely powerful and hot sorcerer as a boyfriend? Oh they ate it up. Of course there was the occasional jealous fan or ex popping up in his comment, but he didn't even need to lift a finger, everyone else would take care of them for him.

Soon gravel cracked underneath them and the car came to a stop. "Alright, this is our first stop," Solomon undid his seat belt and got out of the car. Asmo looked up from his phone and his nose scrunched up ever so slightly.

Solomon opened his door and he immediately voiced his thoughts, "Solomon, why is our first stop a giant pile of rocks?" Large slabs of stone laid toppled over and broken before him. Some were still upright and intact, but even those looked like they would crumple at any moment. Asmo could already imagine the dust clogging up his pours and sinuses the moment he stepped in there.

"It's not a pile of rocks," Solomon took Asmo's hand, helping him out of the car, "They're ruins. I've read about them before so I just had to mark it as one of our stops.”

Oh of course he had to go and fall for a nerd, but he was a hot nerd. A hot nerd who loved him more than anything. So he let Solomon take his hand as he led him into the ruins.

Many of their stops were akin to this one. Ancient artifacts, buildings long lost to time, old magic, so on and so on. Solomon had kept his promise, finding wonderful spots to take pictures of him for his Devilgram, and each new photo had all of his little darlings blowing up his phone. Even if Asmo wasn’t interested in the stops too much so far, he did adore Solomon’s dazzling smile. He got so excited, talking fast and gesturing as he explained every little thing to Asmo. Every now and again he’d even pull a book out from his bag and compare pictures to the real thing. His voice was full of life as he scribbled down little notes.

And so who was to judge him if he got a little doe-eyed gooey hearted every time he opened his mouth? What did they have any right to say a thing if he kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his side?

Even if he didn’t like these things, he liked Solomon, and spending time with Solomon was something he would always treasure.

Each night was different too. Some nights they slept in the car, some nights they found a nice hotel, sometimes a small motel that had Asmo concerned about bed bugs, but each time he got to spend a night by Solomon’s side. Some nights he was even able to coax Solomon into having a bit of fun if they were both in the mood, and other nights he was more than content to just doze off in his arms.

The food had also been interesting too. Asmo had always known the human world was diverse, but every few places they stopped seemed to have an entirely different pallet. The only downside would be that he had to fear for the future as Solomon discussed his plans to recreate certain meals when they got home.

Asmo would have to work double time to make sure that didn’t happen.

It was their seventh day on the road, when they made a rather special stop. Asmo hadn’t really been paying attention to where they were going, he was much more focused on flipping through the pictures he and Solomon had taken together while on the road. He was looking for a new lock screen, one he could flaunt. He had just found the perfect one when Solomon spoke up again.

“We’re here,” Solomon said as they came to yet another stop. He marked off something on his D.D.D. and turned the car off. He’d been keeping track of all the places they stopped at, striking them out when they arrived. Solomon had spent at least a month planning this trip from what Asmo knew, and he’d spent a lot of time thinking about where he wanted to go. However, he did sound a little more giddy about this one compared to the others.

This parking spot was a little more secluded. Trees, bushes, and vines surrounded them. Asmo kicked a few of the stones at his feet. Unlike the other stops, there didn’t seem to be anyone around. They’d pulled off the main roads to get onto a small dirt road, and the car was almost entirely hidden. “I think that you’ll enjoy this one. I’ve been here before and I always wanted to take you here.”

Asmo hesitated for a moment. This could either be an incredibly wonderful thing, or an incredibly terrible thing knowing his lover.

Solomon was standing in front of a deer path, holding his hand out for Asmo to take it, “Are you coming?”

Oh and that look in his eyes… That look was all it took.

Asmo wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking down the path. At one point Solomon had offered to carry him lest Asmo twist his ankle in his heels. Eventually Solomon muttered something under his breath and pulled back a curtain of vines, motioning for Asmo to go in first.

Asmo couldn’t stop the small gasp that left his lips.

Before his eyes was the most gorgeous oasis he had ever seen. Vibrant flora surrounded them as water tumbled down from a ledge and into a smooth rocky basin below. “When did you-?”

“I found it on one of my travels,” Solomon started, stripping off his shirt and tossing it to the ground below, “The moment I saw it, I knew I had to take you here, and what better convenience than to make it a stop on our trip?”

Asmo hadn’t even realized that both of his hands were covering his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. He had to be dreaming. He must have fallen asleep in the passenger’s seat when Solomon was driving. They were probably still on the road with the radio fighting with static in the background. Cold hands enveloped his own, bringing them to his bare chest.

“Don’t you want to get in?”

The water was a lot deeper than Asmo expected, coming up a little past his waist. He was careful not to get his hair wet. After all, Solomon had told him that they’d most likely end up sleeping in the car tonight, unless they could find something on their way. Solomon threaded their fingers together, his free hand wandered up Asmo’s waist.

“This is why I was so excited to bring you on this trip,” his eyes sparkled even more than when he was gushing over the ruins, “All I could think about was how much you’d love it here when I first found it.”

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against Asmo’s.

If there was one thing that made this place even better, it was having Solomon in front of him looking nothing short of perfection. From each lean muscle, glistening with water, his perfect v-line, all the way to his pact marks twisting and turning all over his body. Of course, Asmo’s eyes were always drawn to his own pact mark, and he couldn’t help but lean in and press his lips against it.

“I love it,” Asmo murmured against his skin, “I love it so much Solomon. Thank you.”

They stayed like this as they slowly sunk down into the water.

***

The occasional car lit up the highway as they drove on. Asmo had stolen one of Solomon’s sweatshirts from the back to stay warm. His hair was still damp, and fresh curls had slowly started to take from. Solomon was humming softly along with the radio, fingers tapping on the wheel as he did so. He’d allowed his bangs to be pinned back as his hair dried, and if that wasn’t a wonderful sight Asmo didn’t know what was. He snuggled deeper into the hoodie, a sleepy smile stretching over his face.

“Pull over at the next exit,” Asmo murmured, his fingers moving over to rest on Solomon’s thigh.

“I can drive a little longer.”

“I know, but I want to fall asleep with you.” Asmo was trying to fight sleep, but he was slowly succumbing. His beauty routine be damned, he wanted to find some way to cuddle in the backseat. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but he could have Solomon’s warmth next to him.

He could see Solomon’s face light up a little as another car passed them by. Oh he was so beautiful.

Without another word, Solomon pulled off on the next exit until he came to a place where he could comfortably part for the night. There wasn't an inn or a motel in sight, and that was okay. Situating themselves in the back came with a few curses and giggles and everything in between. After what seemed like hours, they finally became situated, pillows and blankets and all. Their fingers were threaded together, and grey eyes staring adoringly at him.

Screw it.

Sleep could wait.

No brothers.

No angels.

No one to bother them.

What could he say? Asmo was an opportunist, and it wasn’t like they needed to be anywhere early tomorrow.

With a giggle, Asmo was yanking a rather surprised Solomon on top of him. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted as he was planting kisses on his boyfriend’s face as Solomon struggled with finding places to put his limbs, but it didn’t matter.

Asmo always felt like his most authentic self when he was with Solomon. He couldn’t think of anyone else in which he’d been a giggling mess of tangled limbs. He was Asmo’s other half, and he counted and saved every moment they shared together.

He was going to cherish this trip.

They had days ahead of them, and Asmo wanted to make it memorable.

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The boys having a sleepover! I will forever headcanon that Asmo drools when he sleeps.

[ruewrites]

Building Home

AO3

WBT

Ship: Solomon/Asmodeus

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: None

A/N: I cannot begin to describe how happy I am to kick off Solodeus Week by bringing back WBT once again. I've been hella pumped since I saw college AU. (Do I project a little bit onto this AU? Oh definitely. No question.) But hey! I hope you guys enjoy! Comments are appreciated <3 Stay tuned for more content for Solodeus Week! (I did a combination of the two prompts for day 1)

Asmo plopped on top of one of the larger boxes taking up space in the small living room. This was temporary, just somewhere to stay for the next couple of years. It felt odd moving to such a tiny place after living in the big house he'd been in for years with his brothers. It seemed too quiet to him, even with neighbors just across the hall. He never thought he'd come to miss their noise, yet here he was. How were they doing? Did they miss him? Lucifer said he would always have a place to stay no matter where either of them ended up, but would he really? He wasn’t that far away from them, and yet hours felt like forever. Homesickness krept into his stomach, and just like on the car ride here, tears started to prick at his eyes.

He never imagined he could feel like this.

Excited to start his new life with Solomon, but sad to leave his old one behind.

The remaining rays of sunlight crept through the window and glinted off of his engagement ring. Creating tiny fireflies dancing across the walls of the room. Delicate fingers moved around the band, shifting it back and forth. He'd gotten used to playing with the ring, shifting it back and forth in his fingers and playing with the gemstone in the center.

A huff and a final box dropping to the floor brought Asmo's attention back to the doorway. Solomon brushed his hands off and smiled up at him before joining him. He pecked his lips so sweetly, brushing his thumb along his cheek catching a few of the tiny tears on his way.

"Welcome home."

"It feels more like a box kingdom or a warehouse to me," Asmo murmured, glancing over at the mountains of boxes spread over what would be their living space. This certainly didn't look like home, and Asmo wasn't sure when it would start feeling like it either. Especially since it was temporary in the grand scheme of things.

There was still so much to do.

Returning their rental first thing in the morning.

Unpacking all of their boxes.

Putting everything away.

Introducing themselves to the neighbors. What would their neighbors even think of them? A young couple moving in next door, engaged right out of their undergrad, unsure of what their future holds...

It would be at least a day or two before they got it all done, and the very idea made Asmo ache. There was so much more Asmo wanted to be doing with their time together before Solomon's coursework started up and before his internship really kicked off. They were both going to be so busy soon and the uncertainty that came with not entirely knowing what these new experiences would be like had his stomach churning.

And it was all so much for temporary.

"But it's our box kingdom."

"That doesn't make me feel better Solomon."

Solomon chuckled and kissed him before moving over to look at the boxes, "Well, maybe you'll feel a little better after a full night's rest. Do you remember which box we put our bedding in?"

A full night's rest. That was rich coming from his fiance who couldn't start a healthy sleep schedule to save his life. The only thing that ever made it better was the promise of Asmo being in bed to come cuddle up next to, and even that was debatable when finals week rolled around. The man lived on coffee and shots of espresso. Now that he was in a graduate program, Asmo would be working double time to make sure Solomon balanced school and everything else in his life in a healthy manner.

Asmo hopped off of the box he'd claimed and started to help going through the boxes. He'd had luck finding pans, lights, picture frames, but no bedding. Not even a blanket. Part of him worried they overlooked packing any, but the more rational side of him remembered how picky he'd been about buying a set. There was no way he forgot it. He would never, ever, forget something so essential to his sleep routine. But that would just be his luck wouldn’t it? He wasn’t feeling great and the universe wanted to make him feel even worse. Both he and Solomon stood over the final box, neither one making a move to open it.

"Solomon."

"Mhm?"

"If it's not in here I'm going to cry."

"Yeah-"

"That is a threat, not a promise."

"Oh I'm aware."

Solomon knelt down and started peeling off the tape keeping the moving box sealed. Asmo's heart raced with each passing moment. It had to be in there. It just had to be in there. Finally, the tape snapped back and the box popped open and fluffy pillows sprung forth, propelled by the blankets and comforters beneath.

Oh Asmo could have cried out in relief right there. The move had been stressful enough without the fear that they hadn't gotten everything. He took the soft sheets in his own hands and held them close. He would have a comfortable place to sleep tonight. He wouldn't have to pester his brothers to drop off bedding. His brothers wouldn't be able to make fun of him for forgetting bedding. That was the last thing he needed to add to the stresses of moving in.

But on the other hand, if he had forgotten them, he’d be able to see them.

Solomon tugged on the blanket before nudging up against Asmo’s shoulder. “You know… The living room is a lot closer than the bedroom,” he said, “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

Asmo chuckled and moved away from him, “I’m your fiance not a mind reader dearest.”

Solomon’s kisses were always wonderful no matter where he placed them. Warmth spread from his cheek throughout the rest of him as Solomon’s lips made contact with his skin. He felt some of his anxieties leave him right there. Oh how Asmo adored this man.

“Well,” Solomon’s arms came around him, his lips close to his ear, “I was thinking about when we were kids. How we always had the best sleepovers. We’d sneak snacks from the kitchen, stay up past our bedtime, watch movies we weren’t supposed to-”

He allowed the sentence to trail off, and when Asmo looked at him he saw the hopeful little glint in his eye. Their long history together was special, and their weekly sleepovers were no exception. It didn't matter the weather, who's house or what they planned on doing. As long as they were together, they were guaranteed to have the best of times. Asmo could leave him hanging. He could decide to not finish his train of thought and to pretend he didn’t remember. But he couldn’t be that cruel. So instead he pecked Solomon’s lips.

They were sappy.

But Asmo liked it that way.

“And we made the most amazing pillow forts,” he finished.

“Exactly.”

Asmo spun out from his arms so he could face him properly, “We have work to do and you want to procrastinate to build a fort? For shame my darling. For shame.”

He gave him what he wanted. Now he had to tease his fiance. It wasn't something to question. It was mandatory.

“And you’re saying that you don’t want to have a pillow fort and relive our fun childhood days Mr. Morningstar? Days when we didn’t have to worry about being adults or doing adult things?” Solomon followed after him for getting about the blanket and grabbing at his waist once more, “I don’t think you should be shaming me.”

"Being an adult isn't all that bad, we still get to play house," Asmo let his head rest against Solomon, coaxing him into swaying with him for a moment.

"Playing house never involved rent, or work, or real college classes."

"True," certain parts of adult life did suck, "But we can also do fun things like get married and move in together."

"And make pillow forts?"

Asmo smiled, "And make pillow forts. I suppose."

Even if it was full of boxes, this place was home. Well, that wasn't entirely true now was it? Home wasn't just any place he moved into. Home was wherever Solomon was. This place wouldn't be home if Solomon wasn't here. He was home, and Asmo would follow him anywhere. A house was empty without him and the bed would always be cold. He brought life and color into the rooms he walked in.

Solomon was comfort.

Solomon was belonging.

Solomon was the drive and encouragement that Asmo needed in his life.

"In that case, can we make a pillow fort before my classes start?"

Asmo tilted his head, as if thinking over the possibility. They did always have fun making them, even if they needed help from time to time.

The packed boxes did have one perk after all. They served as the pillars of their little kingdom, standing tall and proud above the couple. Pillows outlined their forms as their limbs were tangled together, blue light from their phones casting light shadows over their faces.

Solomon tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and Asmo leaned into his touch. "Isn't this fun?" Solomon's voice sent a shiver through him. His voice was warm and smooth, it was something that Asmo would never tire of, not for as long as he lived. "It's just you and me, in our own little kingdom."

Asmo nodded as he let out a soft hum in agreement.

This was comfortable. This was familiar. The soft beat of Solomon's heat lulled Asmo into security. It was gentle, consistent, and Asmo's guidance.

"Asmodeus," Solomon's grip tightened, "I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make this place home."

Asmo's hand moved up to Solomon's cheek and his thumb slowly moved along his milky skin. Solomon loved him. Solomon truly and honestly loved him. No conditions, no second thoughts. That love was all he needed.

He was afraid, he was unsure what the future would bring. He knew that their lives would keep changing and moving along, that they were still going wherever they were taken, but he did have Solomon.

Solomon, his wonderful fiance.

Solomon, his constant morning star.

Solomon, his meaning.

Solomon, his rock.

Solomon, the man who would do anything for him and have his back no matter what.

One day they would live together in a nice house, they'd both be successful, they wouldn't have to worry about what came next. But for now home brought him here, and home was staring back at him with big grey eyes. He was right where he belonged surrounded by boxes and a blanket shielding him from the world.

Perhaps Solomon had known how he’d been feeling, maybe he’d been trying to alleviate some of his hope sickness. Perhaps Solomon was feeling homesick himself. Even if he didn’t know, having Solomon around made him feel better. Yes he still missed his family dearly, but they promised to call and visit him. He would see them again. If anything, Lucifer would make sure they had another family gathering.

But now was his time to spread his wings.

Now was his time to start a branch on their family tree.

Now was his time to start building, expanding.

Even if Solomon didn’t know how he was feeling, Asmo still felt safe and at peace in his arms. Memories of popcorn and movie nights and small fairy lights flooding his senses. A worriless past became his present. Years of playing house were finally becoming a reality. Just like then he could share it all with Solomon. His other half, his completion, everything that made his little world good and beautiful.

He was going to be fine.

He was going to be safe.

He was going to be happy.’’

For the first time, Asmodeus learned a word he thought he already knew.

"Solomon, you are my home."