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Solomon x GN! MC

Warning! Death, angst

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Solomon, a powerful wizard, is your lover. How you manage to acquire his love and attention is beyond everyone else and even you sometimes, but you're glad that you're his and he's yours. Unfortunately, your medical background doesn't paint a pretty picture for you.

It's been at least three months since you and Solomon has been together, madly in love. How you wish that you didn't have to break news to him but you must since he will find out sooner or later. You have informed the seven avatars and angels that your condition is deteriorating with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos already knowing beforehand. As much as you wanted to live, knowing what happened to their sister, Lilith, you didn't want to cause more harm than you've already done.

"Hey, MC." Mammon starts up a conversation while you're watching both him and Leviathan play a game.

You hum in response. With much hesitation, the greedy demon asks, "When are ya' going to tell him?"

Silence. Leviathan elbows Mammon in the guts as you thought of a response, finally answering his question with, "Tomorrow. It'll be cruel if I continue this charade with him."

A dry laugh emits from your starting to pale lips. "I'm so cruel to him, aren't I? He deserves someone better, not someone who's dying so easily from a disease."

The moment the words rolled off your tongue, Mammon and Leviathan abandon their game, not caring that their characters are getting killed on screen. The secondborn grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you, saying, "Are ya' crazy? It's us and him that don't deserve ya'!"

"For once, Mammon's right. Don't ever say that again, MC!" The envious demon said in turn.

But they only receive yet another short and dry laugh. "I only have one month left to live. No one can help me now nor will I ever live as long as Solomon hoped. I... I'm such a terrible partner and friend."

This time, it's the thirdborn who shakes you by the shoulders. "No, you're not! You're the one who managed to keep up together! Without you, who knows what would've happened to us! To Belphegor even!"

A sad, small smile manage to make its way to your lips. "I don't know what have I done to deserve you guys but I'm glad to have met you."

*****

The next day arrived quicker than you've had anticipated. Handkerchief in hand, you cover your mouth with the small cloth as you cough into it while mentally hoping that blood doesn’t stain your handkerchief. Lucifer and Satan, who are by your side, only looks at you with concerned looks, feeling useless and helpless since they can't do anything to help except be there for you.

"MC!" A familiar cheery voice is heard from behind. Oh, how have the Fates become to cruel.

You quickly hide the cloth in your pocket and turn to Solomon with the same lovely smile you always give him. "Yo', Solomon!"

Taking their cue to leave, Lucifer and Satan leaves you with your lover. Once you two stand face-to-face with each other, your lovely smile is slowly replaced with a sorrowful look on your face. The wizard quickly took note of this and questions about your sudden change in expression.

You tightly grab his hand as if your life depended on it, staring into his eyes. A barely audibly whisper 'follow me' left your lips as you drag him to somewhere private. After checking that nobody will eavesdrop on your conversation, you let our a sigh and your heartbeat begins to pick up its pace.

Your silence only makes Solomon worry more and a million negative thoughts occupy his mind. Do you want to break up with him? Did you not love him anymore? Did something bad happened? Unfortunately, what you said only made him stare at you with both shock and horror.

"Solomon, I have to tell you about my... My health. It's getting worse the last few months and both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo tried their best to find the best doctors from each realm to try and help me but... There's no cure. There's... Not much time left for me."

Solomon refuses to believe those words. He takes a step back and shakes his head. "Th-This is n-not funny, M-MC. P-Please t-tell me it's a joke."

But you shake your head. "I wish it was but it's not a joke. I'm dying, Solomon. I only have one month left to live."

"N-No. No, no, no. M-Maybe I can learn a-a healing spell o-or whip up a-"

You shut him up by grabbing his hands and placing your head against his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat. "Please, Solomon. If Lord Diavolo or Simeon can't do it, what can you do? We're only humans, Solomon. We're the weakest of the three realms. What makes you think you can find a spell, much less a cure for me? My time is almost up, Solomon. At least let me spend my last moments with the people I love."

Still, he refuses to believe you but... "Fine. Fine. I-I'll respect that."

You feel wet droplets soaking your scalp but you couldn't care less. The both of you stayed like that until the bell rung. Unfortunately, your classes with Solomon are very little and limited so when you exit the room, he hugs you tightly before sadly parting from you.

Ever since that day, Solomon tries to spend as much time with you and even sleeps with you with Lucifer's permission. When your condition worsened however, Lord Diavolo has declared that you no longer have to attend school and is issued to be moved to his castle so that Barbatos can take care of you.

The week of the retreat that is held at Lord Diavolo's castle has came around. How unfortunate can you be? It's also your last week here. Upon finally meeting you, Solomon is quick to engulf you in a tight, warm hug.

Your last week is spent with everyone you loved, like what you've requested to the wizard but time doesn't wait for no one. Your body is extremely weak to the point where you sometimes would fall and pass out. Your coughing fits have become a frequent and daily thing, much to everyone's dismay. Your energy is slow to replenish, your health deteriorating quickly, your face looks like you haven't slept in days and your life force quickly fading away.

Today is the last day of retreat and also your last day on Earth. You wish you hadn't been chosen for this exchange program as you knew that you've hurt everyone but at the same time, you're glad as well or else you would never meet such amazing people, especially Solomon.

In your temporary room, Asmodeus does your makeup to make you seem more lively than ever before for everyone. Your tired eyes only stare out of the window, the dark sky decorated by sprinkles of lights and a crescent moon. Breathing has also becoming an exercise for you, only receiving oxygen through your mouth. As Asmodeus works on your blush, you suddenly have a coughing fit.

The fourthborn quickly grabs your handkerchief and hands it to you to which you quickly snatch it from his hand and cover your mouth with. After a few moments, you wipe your mouth and look at the pool of scarlet that the cloth had manage to absorb. Asmodeus only sighs at the sight, quickly applying the blush for you before you could have another fit.

"There we go." He stands up and smiles at you as if you were a piece of priceless artwork. "You look stunning."

"Thanks, Asmo." You stand up and approach the mirror provided in the room. In the mirror, you do appear to have more life.

"Let's go." The demon opens the door for you and helps you walk towards the ballroom.

When you arrive to your desired area, the wizard is quick to greet you which prompts Asmodeus to leave the both of you. "You look amazing as always, MC. I wish the makeup is real..."

You only offer him a small smile, your croaky voice uttering out, "I'll be fine. Let's enjoy this final night."

Solomon's eyes are filled with sadness and despair but for you, he's willing to be happy for you. Music fills the room and your lover extends a hand for you to grab and you did. His other hand gently wraps around your torso as you hold onto his shoulder, the both of you start to dance despite your weak body but he did slow down his movements so that you could keep up with him. Unlike last time around, only the demons, angels and humans alike are present in the room, the other two species watching as the both of you sway with the melody. In that very moment, so many thoughts had pop up in his head.

How he wished that he was more powerful. How he wished that there was a cure for your illness. How he wished that Simeon had the power to help you. How he wished that you can remain in his arms forever. How he wished that this moment will last forever.

How he also wished that he had never met you.

Yet here he is, dancing with his partner, desperately trying not to tear up for their sake. When the music stopped and the way you fall into his arms, he knew that you only had moments left to live so he hugs you once again, placing his lips on your forehead. His soft lips linger on your skin for a few moments before looking at you. "What else do you want to do?"

"Play... Play something on- on the harp for me, S-Solomon." You requested, your exhausted eyes starting to droop.

He nods his head. "Whatever you want, my love."

The wizard slowly guides you towards the instruments provided in the room, taking a seat on the small bench with you sitting beside him. Everyone else only watches both of your movements, not making a ruckus like how they'd usually do.

"Solomon..." You breathe out, placing your head on his shoulder as you make yourself comfortable next to him. "Play... Play that song."

Your voice becomes quieter the more you speak. Solomon closes his eyes and takes a breather. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hug you, he wanted to see your face one last time before you permanently close your eyes but he holds himself back. His shaky hands make their way towards the strings and his fingers start plucking the strings, a beautiful melody you had always loved plays.

Though, not even a minute through, you started coughing which made your lover stop and check up on you. Luckily, it wasn’t as severe so you said, "Continue no matter what. I want to hear you play one last time."

His lips quiver but he fulfills your request nonetheless. His fingers never stop plucking the strings even if you had to cough. Midway through, you close your eyes, your breathing starting to become slower. Everyone else in the room senses that your life force is fading rather quickly but doesn't utter a word about it.

Solomon notices the sudden weight on his shoulder but doesn't stop. Though, this time, he doesn't deny his tears and lets them flow down his face. When he finally finishes playing your favourite melody, he immediately wraps his arms around your limp body. He places his head on your shoulder and his tears soak your clothes.

Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Luke are also crying, knowing that you're now gone. Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor and Simeon only watches from afar, everyone's hearts crushed when you're finally out from your misery but hurts further when they hear the loud, sad and ugly cries from Solomon as he grips onto your body tighter, desperately trying to get you to wake up when you won't.

-END-

I hope you enjoyed this small story. My favourite headcannon of Solomon is that he plays the harp and I had to include that here. Anyway, here’s the song he played.

TW// daddy kink, light dd/lg, plushophillia

Solomon has a daddy kink cuz I have issues and I said so.

Cuz like imagine Solomon casting a binding spell and forcing you to hump one of your stuffies. You’ll only be allowed to stop if you can work out of the pleasure and undo the spell on your own. You’re just so caught up in the pressure between your hips and the feeling of the soft fur between your legs, you can’t think enough to remember the cancellation spell. It’s so much that you end up crying, chained to the pleasure and begging daddy to undo it but he won’t. Solomon loves to torture you. And it’s all in the name of your sorcerer training, of course. “Come on, sweetheart, break the spell for daddy so he can play with you. I know you know it, get that slutty little brain out of the gutter and break it.”

Brrrrrrrrrrrr

Imagine that Solomon doesn't like to show his body. In all his outfits (except “arabian clothes”) he is always covered practically up to his neck.

So from that thought, I have the headcanon that Solomon's body is full of marks (I think it's something practically consensual in the fandom xd), not only from pacts with demons, but scars of wounds, marks of magical healing, remains of curses, patterns of ancient rituals done on his own body, traces of his not-aging, and other remains of experiments on his own flesh, because we already know that Solomon had a turbulent life after and before meeting Barbatos. And those marks were another stigma for the other humans, so he started to hide them. He used to cover them up with magic, but there came a time when that was a waste of energy and he stopped doing that.

So imagine now, during Mc and Solomon's living together on the same roof during nightbringer. The sorcerer is comfortable, and he is in the residence where he stayed so many times in the past, so when he leaves his bedroom he forgets to change, coming out in a tank top and shorts, he finds Mc drinking coffee and looking at him with eyes like saucers. When the magician notices, he gets nervous, many people have rejected him because of those marks. But Mc had nothing else to say but:

Mc: *looking him up and down* Nice~

Solomon: *nervous* I can ex- What?

Mc: Your body, your skin, is nice *caressing one of his tattoos* so much history.

Solomon: *blushing* Oh…

Mc: *smiling mischievously* The rest isn't bad either…

Solomon: *redder than a tomato* Mc!!!

Now the sorcerer thinks about changing his closet every time he passes a store.

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You

Prologue

"Come to think of it, you never tell me about your family. "

"Oh, yea.. um.. " MC was tounge-tied upon the mention of her family. Her mind was a jumbled mess and running in full speed. She racked her memory, trying to remember if she truly never talk about her family. To her surprise, he was right.

It's not like she does not want to talk about it, but it have been a while since she met someone new. She had been focusing on her job when she was accepted as their staff. The work position that she got was still the same from her previous job, but now she needs to study about the new products. It's confusing, need a lot of concentration, observing and not to mention that she needs to level up her social skills in order to draw in potential customers.

Aside from the curt 'good morning's' and 'how are you's' from those who passes by her work station, MC did not talk much. She minds her own business and do all the things that she can by herself. She wants to talk and strikes a conversation with the other coworkers, but quickly finds it awkward as all of the staff was older than her. The large differences in age gap makes her cautious of her word choices, thus makes her giving up for trying to fit in. If they wants to talk to her, they'll come by themselves, she thought.

"MC? If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. I understand." He said, frowning in concern.

"Ah, no. Sure, I'll tell you. Only if you tell me yours, after, at lunch?"

"Sure."

She smiled. MC excused herself to continue her work, and focused on the files she had been working on.

She knows very well that she should not be doing this. Her mind had been warning her not to trust him too much, given his pasts, but no, she ignored all of that. Some of the so called 'red flags' had been threatening to wave at her, when she got to know more about him. But of course, she ignored it, fearing that she judges him too fast.

'I should try to be more positive, what if he's not like what I thought? All this time I said that I will never judge other people, then what's the difference with him? It would be unfair if I didn't do the same for him,' she thought.

The creeping uneasiness that she had the first time she met him, was washed away little by little, with the time they spends in together. She forgot that her guts should not be pushed aside, but to be taken seriously. Her guts had always been right and she had been relying to make better decision on her life all this time. But somehow, when MC met him, she desperately tries to deny her guts. Even when she knows that it is the truth.

man this story pissed me off. and i’m eating it uppppp 😭 i love solomon fluff but i feel like people forget how much of a genuine menace he is. while i’m unsure if he would go this far canonically, if someone told me this was canon i’d believe it 💀

Aaaaaah I needed to continue this story I wrote earlier. I rarely make second parts to these things but guess this is a exception. lol

Solomon x MC mainly this time with mentions of Asmo.

Warnings: Arguing from MC side mainly, and Solomon taking advantage of MC in their very emotional state.

18+ | Minors DNI

It was the next day, you rarely made eye contact with Solomon now after what you witnessed last night. The clear hickeys on his neck were hard to miss and ignore however, as they only filled you with jealousy, hurt and rage. Yet Solomon, looking as if not to understand what he pulled last night, truly bothered you and hurt you. Just continued on with life like nothing happened.

You did the usual in the place you were staying at with him now. Keeping the area cleaned to avoid Barbatos wrath, preparing Solomon's usual meals and drinks to keep him fed and hydrated. Since you knew how easily he can skip meals when deeply engrossed in his work.

Though the moment he took a sip of his coffee, he halted in his actions and looked over at you.

"MC...This coffee taste less bitter than usual." Solomon said with a light concerned tone in his words. Since this was Hell Coffee he was drinking after all.

"Oh...Might of added more sugar than usual. Sorry." You said with not much care in your voice, and turned away to leave the room.

Though Solomon stopped you from leaving as he reached a hand out to grab your arm. But instinctively you pulled away from him, eyes widened by his action, by his touch alone.

"...MC..." Solomon won't deny, he felt hurt by you doing that to him, but tried to remain calm. "You're upset over last night, I take it?"

"Upset is a understatement..." You lowly responded and tried to leave again, but once again, Solomon grabbed you. Only with more force this time to keep you there.

"Let me explain wha--" Solomon tried to speak but you cut him off.

"STOP! YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN SHIT TO ME, SOLOMON!" Rarely you rose your voice or yelled at Solomon, so you knew things were serious when this finally happened.

Again, the hurt was felt in Solomon over how you were acting towards him, but he tried still to remain calm for the both of you.

"...I didn't consider how much this would hurt you in the end. I thought you'd understand. After all, Asmo is mine too."

The way he said Asmo was his, sounded wrong to you, it sounded more like he was talking about Asmo as some possession than a living being...Demon or not, Asmo deserved to be seen and treated better than that.

"You only see Asmo as some won prized possession. Be honest here on that, Solomon." You said with tears starting to build up in your eyes, but fought them back from falling.

Solomon sighed softly, giving a light nod of his head. "...It is, but I also enjoy his company in times too. The bond we've created in time together. Yes...he can be a lot to handle, to endure, but I won't deny he's charmed me in a sense too...As well, I need to recreate that bond with him here. To create that trust between us. If I wish to use his power more easily when or if the time comes."

The way he said all that, it made you feel mixed emotions. On one hand, he did truly sound sincere on his strong feelings for Asmo, but as well, you knew he was serious on just using Asmo for his power too. In the end, the pact between them meant more than any real love or affection between the two of him. He knew this, you both knew this now.

Which is what angered you greatly, for compared to him and you. The pact was meaningful to you with Asmo, that was a fact. But it was the real love, trust and bond created between the two of you that mattered more. That held more power in the end to you, that meant more to your heart.

"...I can't forgive you..." You spoke out. "For everything you've done to Asmo, to me now too...You knew...You knew I was hurt and upset over this all. Over the situation I was FORCED in and how my connection to Asmo, that meant EVERYTHING to me, was practically CUT. Though instead of being understand, of just trying to consider how I might feel too. You still decided to fuck him, and as well, it was like you knew I was going to walk in on you two." Now your tears started to fall, it was hard to keep them from releasing now by how emotional you were feeling.

Solomon was silent for a moment, staring at you. Then he closed his eyes, letting out a small defeated sigh before saying, "I did know you were going to come. That's why I left the door unlocked."

Your eyes widened to his confession, as you took a step back away from him. Now those tears were starting to fall more, with a rush of shocked emotions from his words.

Solomon continued, "I was hoping, you'll have a better reaction to seeing that. I was hoping, if you heard his moans, his cries, the state he was in, we were both in...Perhaps..." He couldn't resist the smug smile coming through on his face now as he finished his words. "Perhaps...You would of joined us."

"...Solomon, you--" You wanted to curse him out, punch him even. You absolutely hated him now. If anything you wanted to just end him there, here and now.

It took you a moment to finally attempt speaking again from the intensity of this all. But before you could finally get another word out, Solomon pulled you in close to kiss your lips. With a roughness you haven't experienced from him before that literally took your breath away. As he ran his fingers through your hair and made your body melt and shiver from his touches and actions.

You tried to push him off, but felt yourself slowly lose your senses as you kissed him back. He kept going, as he increased the pace of that kiss, as he pulled your hips up against his and pinned you up against the nearest wall.

You hated him, you hated this. You wanted to yell at him, fight him, but instead you just felt your desire to make out with him through anger alone rising. You felt something wrong, but couldn't understand what. Any means to make sense on what was going on, to find control in your judgments now was fading. As Solomon snaked his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss, and have you moaning in that heated one-sided hate filled make out session.

Solomon smirked in the kiss, then proceeded to kiss down your neck and shoulders. Nipping and biting to make you whimper and moan, as his hands massaged and rubbed the sides of your waste. To make your body react in a way that made you want to fuck him now.

Of course Solomon knew what to do to make you bend and break for him. He dated Asmo long enough to know almost every tip and trick to get anyone to submit and kneel to his actions like this.

"F-fuck you, S-Solomon..." You muttered out in uneven breaths as Solomon grinded his hips against yours, until you were both in sync in the motions, in the moment. As you felt yourself growing hotter and wetter between your legs, as the desires to feel him inside you already were near its limit.

Solomon chuckled lowly, leaning in close to your ear as he bit it so lightly and teasingly, to make you shudder and whimper more for him. "Fuck me yourself, MC~..."

The rest of that day, you were at Solomon's mercy now. As he didn't let any second go to love you and fuck you like he felt you deserved.

Work didn't matter to him now. You going to attend to the demon brothers didn't matter to him now. Even if they were blowing up your phone with calls and text messages.

All that mattered to him now was making you cry and release for him, over and over again, as he came and filled you up in return. Just to take true claim of your whole body, heart and soul that he so longed for now.

Solomon won't lie however, he didn't expect things to turn out exactly like this. Though to have him hearing you moaning and all for him at such an intensity, instead of for Asmo for a change. He greedily loved it and was happy with these results...As well he hopes to keep doing this with you more for now on. Until the point you'll want him more in the end than Asmo...