For some reason, I feel like the idea of Solomon living with MC in the human world would be very very interesting lol
Like MC has a house in the human world that they bought for a really good deal + legally own, and when they heard Solomon say he doesn't have anywhere consistent on Earth where he stays... Well, humans have to stick together and look out for one another, now don't they? The two of them have separate bedrooms and aren't in a relationship, but still. Movie nights, lunch and dinner trips to restaurants in town (some would call them dates), and errand running where he joins them in their car are things that absolutely happen on the regular. The bulk of his clothes and possessions are located in their house now, his mail and packages go there, and he's also met some of their local human friends when company's been over. They've even started calling him Sol and Mon as nicknames.
I imagine the demon brothers would definitely have... Some Thoughts about the whole roommate arrangement once they find out about it, for better or worse. For Solomon's part? Absolutely over the moon. MC just wanted to do the right thing and help someone out, damn it, not make things all complicated!
Just roommates…right?
Solomon never really said it outright — that he had nowhere to go in the human world. But when he quietly mentioned he didn’t have a “permanent spot” to stay, your instinct was immediate.
“Come live with me.”
He blinked. “You’re serious?”
“Of course. I have a house — it’s quiet, affordable, and legally mine. You’d have your own room. Besides…” You gave a soft smile. “Humans should look out for each other, shouldn’t we?”
That’s how it began.
What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement turned into something much more natural than either of you expected. Mornings started with shared coffee and groggy grumbles from Solomon. Afternoons included grocery runs, casual walks, and whispered spells in the garden — where he insisted the plants needed a “little extra luck.”
Movie nights blurred into late-night talks on the couch, sometimes even dozing off side by side. His laughter became part of the atmosphere, like the hum of your fridge or the creak of the back door.
He wasn’t just staying with you. He lived here.
His clothes were in your laundry pile. His packages had your address. Your human friends called him “Sol” or “Mon,” teasingly asking when you were going to finally date your roommate. You’d both laugh it off — a shared inside joke — but sometimes, when your hands brushed, you caught a flicker of hesitation in his smile.
But no lines were ever crossed. No confessions. Just two humans sharing a life. Cozy. Quiet. Close.
The real shift came when Lucifer showed up unannounced at your doorstep, with Mammon, Levi, and Satan crowding behind him like nosy bodyguards.
You hadn’t even told them Solomon was living with you.
When you opened the door — wearing Solomon’s oversized hoodie — Mammon choked.
“Oi—! That’s not your clothes! Is that… Solomon’s?!”
You blinked. “I mean… yeah?”
Inside, Solomon was brewing tea like this was any other Tuesday.
Lucifer’s expression tightened. “You didn’t mention this arrangement.”
“I didn’t think I had to,” you replied, folding your arms. “We’re roommates. We share space. It’s not a big deal.”
Levi muttered something about how that was literally the plot of 17 dating sims he played.
Asmo, who arrived a few minutes later, blinked at the two mugs on the counter and the photos on the fridge. “You… live together?”
“We’re not dating,” Solomon added, effortlessly calm. “Not officially.”
“Not officially?!?” Satan echoed.
Diavolo arrived shortly after — curious and too cheerful. “Well, well. Look at this domestic life you’ve built, Solomon.”
Barbatos was eerily quiet, eyes scanning everything. The mail on the table with Solomon’s name. The shoes by the door. The subtle way you and Solomon moved in sync, passing each other without thinking.
Even Simeon and Raphael, who usually stayed quiet, looked vaguely concerned.
“You’ve practically bonded your lives,” Raphael said softly.
Solomon only smiled. “That’s what happens when you live with someone long enough. You start to belong in the same spaces.”
You glanced up at him, and he looked back — that unreadable glint in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to ask what it really meant.
Later, when the brothers pulled you aside — one by one, in their own ways — you heard the questions they didn’t ask directly.
Lucifer: “I trust you to make your own choices. But understand the weight of letting someone in like this.”
Mammon: “You sure he ain’t usin’ you? I just— You smile different now. I notice.”
Leviathan: “This is like watching the heroine pick the wrong love interest.”
Satan: “It’s not about jealousy. It’s about… concern. He’s not known for clean intentions.”
Asmodeus: “Do you love him? Really? Or are you just used to him being there?”
Beelzebub: “You seem happy. I just hope he deserves that.”
Belphegor: “Do you even see how much he’s become part of your life?”
That night, after the house quieted again, Solomon found you curled up on the couch, lost in thought.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting beside you.
“Yeah. They just… noticed how close we are.”
“Are we too close?” he teased, offering you a slice of the mochi he picked up earlier.
You took it. “No. I think… it’s just the first time they realized I have a home outside of them.”
He nodded slowly. “It’s your life. Your space. You let me be part of it. That means something.”
You stared at him for a long moment. “Solomon… do you think we’ve blurred the line?”
He leaned back, eyes soft. “Maybe. But I don’t think I mind. Not if it’s with you.”
The demon brothers left that day knowing one thing for sure:
Solomon wasn’t just visiting you.
He was woven into your life now — through morning routines, inside jokes, shared dinners, and quiet companionship. And whether it was romance or something softer, deeper… they couldn’t deny:
