I ♡ HOLDEN CAULFIELD

Solomon did not appreciate being snapped at, even if he was being dramatic "So I should kidnap them like you and Diavolo did for the exchange program?"

Barbatos scowled so hard that Solomon could feel it through the screen "No, just do something useful, although you aren't very good at being useful in general."

Solomon shed a singular manly tear at Barbatos' bullying "Why are you so mean to me?"

"It would take me exactly thirty two years to name everything on my list. Just clean the house, you should at least be capable of something that simple, even if your lab suggests otherwise."

"Would that make me a Househusband?"

Barbatos didn't have time for more of Solomon's bullshit "yes, now fuck off."

The dial tone rang, signifying Barbatos being truly finished with Solomon's mess. Solomon stared at his phone for a bit, trying to remember all the essential ingredients for a cute housespouse beyond cleaning. He smiled and skipped to his closet, quickly changing into his old blouse and poodle skirt that he got in the fifties to ragebait Barbatos, who unfortunately did not care until Solomon tried cooking. Solomon considered taking an edible yet decided against it. While an edible wasn't as bad as Valium, he was going to get drunk on Mc's love later.

Solomon admired himself before running off to find the cleaning supplies. He used magic up until it was time for Mc to come home. At that point everywhere but the living room had been cleaned and he wanted Mc to catch him in the process, maybe even give him a treat. If not they he'd use the mop as a stripper pole and dance until he got their attention, or maybe meow, meowing worked last time. Both were soon proven unnecessary as Mc walked in the door, trying to understand what they were looking at. The whole house smelled nice, and Sol didn't use bleach so Mc wouldn't get a headache.

Solomon draped himself around the pole of the mop "Honey! You're Home"

Mc approached with a soft "I thought it was weird that you stopped texting. Were you having fun cleaning?"

"I'd have more fun if you made a mess with me instead."

Mc kissed Solomon's forehead "We can eat before then, such exercise on an empty stomach isn't good."

Solomon nodded and followed Mc into the kitchen. He sat in what was labeled the "Solomon Stool" which he could not leave unless Mc told him too. He acknowledged that his cooking was bad once his birthday cake turned sentient and made Luke cry, so he resigns himself to holding whatever Mc gives him as he sits in his little corner. Mc whipped up a nice stew to go with mini beef wellington and they let Solomon taste test. Solomon hopped off his sad stool and set the table once Mc let him.

While Solomon hated not being able to help cook, tasting Mc's creations were absolutely worth it. The broth was delicious, the meat was practically melting in his mouth, and the noodles were nice and soft. Mc admired Solomon's smile as he swallowed some more food, which made their own portion taste that much better. While the moment was sweet, Solomon had slipped off his heels to drag his foot up Mc's leg to get their attention, which Mc was expecting as they knew what sort of needy person they were getting when they married him.

"Have you forgotten patience my silly magic man?"

"How am I supposed to wait when what I want is right in front of me? Perhaps I am more like a demon in that way than I thought."

"I could have sworn I married a good boy, the very best that I can reward after dinner."

That was the key words to make Solomon behave, good boy and reward. He sat up straight and took his elbows off the table, eating almost as elegantly as he did when he ruled as the Wise King. Mc giggled and gave Solomon a kiss to his free hand making the immortal oh so happy. Mc let Solomon put the dishes away since he seemed so excited for his reward. Mc moved to their shared bed, ready for Solomon to come to them. Solomon ran to the bed so fast he was practically flying and jumped right onto Mc.

"Careful old man, wouldn't want your heart giving out."

"You and Barbatos are both so mean to me."

Mc skipped over the Barbatos part, they were sure Barbatos would always suffer because of Solomon "How many kisses would make a sufficient apology."

"6-7"

"Don't you start too."

Solomon laughed and nuzzled into Mc, grinning like an idiot once Mc started kissing all over his head. He began to hear their heart beat in their chest and wrapped every part of himself around them. Mc pat his back and gave him more kisses but it wasn't enough, he needed to exist as a part of the them. Solomon wanted to be buried deep inside Mc's bones and exist within them, as integral part that was just as important to someone as the beating of their heart. He did not know a spell that would grant his wish to have his existence bleed into Mc's very body so these cuddles and married moments kept him from going insane with want.

Mc pulled Solomon closer, squishing him into them. They knew what he wanted, they had talked about it with him before when he was doing a lot less than ok. They wanted that too, they loved him just as desperately even if they weren't as dramatic as him. They knew cuddles and sex would never be enough for either of them. Perhaps human desire was even more unfathomable than that of a demon's as they helped each other out of their clothes. It was going to be a very a long night that would end in morning cuddles where neither wanted to leave their cozy bed after connecting in the best way they knew how.

Bonus!

2. Lucky me...

Solomon: Hm? Did you say something?

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Solomon: *amused, light-hearted* Because of that, I ended up completely covered in cookie crumbs. So, although I had planned to bring some handmade cookies with me… We’ll have to make do with the biscuits Luke gave me who saw the whole ordeal. *cheerful* I’ll give the cookies another try next time.

Solomon: Also, if you have some time later, would you mind going shopping with me? I’ve heard Hocus Pocus stocked up some new magic stones. 

Solomon: *voice becomes more animated, excited* I’d also like to check out the magic medicine while I’m there, and their new magic books if they have any. …Which means that, if nobody is there to stop me, I’ll end up buying too much.

So it’s not a date...

Solomon: *softens voice into a cheeky tease* If you sulk like that, it’ll be hard to let you go home after shopping. …You’d better be ready.

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2. If not, Simeon will get angry with you.

Solomon: You understand right? How scary he can be when he’s angry… So, it’s a deal. I’ll see you then!

Cannon: Solomon won’t give up on your relationship (for obstacles or if you want to break up)

Head cannon: Solomon has been alive for many, many years, he has traveled all of earth, the celestial realm, Devildom, different universe in cursed books, Solomon has seen it all, so when Solomon meets someone like you he knows not to give up easily—he can’t afford to, losing you is worse than losing his life. Solomon has seen things come, go, and change into something new and completely different, he’s seen tragedy’s and he’s seen great things, and Solomon knows not to take you for granted. Solomon isn’t exactly the most loved person in the world unlike you so when he meets someone who is so wonderful and he genuinely likes being around, he knows he cannot let you go, Solomon has seen many great things be destroyed or die and he will not let you pass him by. Solomon would do anything to make you happy so if your relationship ever had an issue Solomon would/will do everything he can to fix it because he knows the time you have together is limited if you’re human that is so he will always make sure to solve any and every issue you may potentially have; part of Solomon fears that if he closes his eyes too long you’ll be gone and he’ll be left trying to fill the hole you left, he knows how fast human lives go by, so he makes sure to always cherish you because he knows one day he’ll blink and you’ll be gone, he spent so long without your love and now he has it he will cherish it everyday he has it and he won’t let it escape him easily, he’ll do everything in his power to keep you close.

Cannon: Solomon would be the one to confess to you.

Head cannon: It wouldn’t be anything extravagant, it wouldn’t be well planned, it would probably be some random day where he decides to confess. Solomon wouldn’t know he was gonna confess to you until he had done it already. It would some where far away from anyone, making sure The Brothers specifically mammon couldn’t interrupt again. It would be sporadic, he would be looking into your eyes after a break in conversation—his eyes distant, a slight crease in his eyebrows as he internally begged for you to kiss him, hold him, touch him in anyway, to even just breath near him, to stay with him for a few more minutes, Solomon would wish to spend 1,000 more years with you, but that would never be enough, forever could never be enough, Solomon has spent so many years alone, searching for knowledge and building pacts with demons, knowledge was the only thing that wasn’t fleeting in this world so he cherished it since everything else he loves slipped from his fingers. Solomon tried to fill the loneliness inside him, he would have thought he would have gotten over it by now, after so long most would think that he would grow accustomed to the numb feeling that sat in the middle of his heart all day—from duck till dawn, for hundreds of years, even when talking to others Solomon was still lonely, he was always a little lonely, waiting for a book or some unknown spell to make him feel something again, but he waited for something to make him happy—to give him what he lived for, and finally his calls were answered by the heavens when he met you, and now he spent his time waiting for you, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to leave to go explore random corners of the earth to fill his lust and greed for what ever would fill his brain and shut out the aching that rung deep in his bones that spilled to his skin and down to his finger tips, “Rely on me more, not The Brothers, I want to be the one you go to for everything. There is no other person in any of the three realms that I would rather love than you, allow me to show you how much I love you.” Solomon words no longer teasing and borderline pained, his cheeks would be red—his eyes almost glossy, his eyes creased and his eyebrows furrowed as if he was in pain. His throat tightens slightly, his words were bittersweet knowing that if he lets you go, that when he takes you home, that you’ll go home to Devildoms seven most powerful demon brothers, a prince, a time traveling butler, and a Reaper, who would tear the world apart if you so even asked—or just even thought about it, anything you could ever want could be yours if you smiled at them—including Solomon; Solomon wished for nothing more than to see you happy, he knew that one day you wouldn’t be there anymore, one day you would be a memory, and he wanted his only memories of you to be happy, and selfishly, he wanted to be the one to make you that way.

Cannon: Solomon occasionally gets jealous.

Solomon loves that you are loved, your the thing he loves most in life, why not share the joy? There are many times where he can’t stop boasting you to Simeon or anyone that has ears, it doesn’t even occur to him that some people don’t want to hear about his “adorable apprentice” and he doesn’t always realizes he’s holding someone hostage as he gushes about how you learned a new spell. Even though Solomon believes that having someone like you could make everyone’s life more enjoyable, that does not mean he thinks everyone should have you. Solomon has a deep jealousy for The Brothers, they get to spend every hour with you, you sleep in their home and you go out with them all the time, how can he not feel a little jealous? You’re supposed to be his apprentice but at times it feels like you’re everyone but his. Solomon never blames you of course, but he can’t help but always hate when he sees a text about how you’ll be late because mammon was tied to a chandler and you had to get him down, or how you have to stay late because your helping Lucifer with paperwork again, Solomon knows that the demon brothers make excuses to spend more time with you, because he does the same thing. Solomon has never felt warmth in his life, he spent his youth locked away in the basement of his home and he spent the rest of his life journeying alone trying to get all the knowledge in the world, he spent so long without love that now when you give even a little bit of it to him he’s hooked, let him feel your warms hands, look him in the eyes and never look away, delay your plans for him like you do for The Brothers. Solomon will never hide his jealousy from you, in fact you’ll find out within the first 10 minutes you see him again, if he’s sober, he teasing and pouting you over it, trying to turn his jealousy into a teasing jokes, and of course he’s twice as clingy and needy, if he’s drunk like seen in that one nightbringer episode he’s almost crying, but how can he not, The Brothers all have each other and you, and Solomon has no one except you—your the only thing he has. So please, spare a crumb of your attention for your poor, starving, master, he may just starve to death without it.

A/N: here are the Wikis I used to write this, they’re actually really cool to read!! Also how do you get cute borders/dividers on tumbler because I can’t get my transparent backgrounds to work!

You're entirely speechless at the display, frozen half a step into Solomon's room. You'd have expected this from Asmodeus. Maybe Mammon when he really wants something. But never Solomon. Yet, here you are and a simple hand gesture of his invites you closer.

"I know this may seem… unexpected," he starts, voice as smooth as the robe he's wearing, wrapping around your mind easily, "but I've been thinking about this for a long time now, mc." Your throat runs dry under his words, the door closing too loud behind you, and every step feels heavier towards him. "And seeing you with those demons…" Solomon lets his hand trail along his chest, moving the fabric in teasingly revealing directions, definitely noticing the way your attention doesn't stray for even a second, "just really hurt, you know?"

You swallow around nothing, standing a few meters away from the bed, unable to move any further. The sorcerer helps you out, reaching for your hand and pulling you closer, fingers now intertwined, tempting blue eyes staring upwards. "You… I didn't-" you don't even know what you're trying to say, unable to form thoughts or words so close to Solomon, half-naked, fully hungry for you in a way you'd never have imagined.

He smiles, mischief lingering behind the expression, even chuckling like he knows something you don't. "There's no need to be nervous, mc." You gasp when he pulls you down, right on top of him, your knee forced between his legs, one hand dipping the bed next to his head to support yourself, the other intertwined between you two. "We both want this, right?"

Your eyes rake his face, breaths mingling as you get closer to each other with each passing second, the fractions of movement more telling of your mutual attraction than any words could have been. You swallow, attention too obviously on his way too close lips, but you can't pull your gaze away either, not when he smirks like that, like he's challenging you to close that final distance.

"You've been so busy with Asmo," you breathe into the small span between you, eyes fluttering, "I didn't think there'd space for me…"

His lips press to yours, pulling you down with his gravity, messy before you find each other's rhythm. His kiss is sweet, too premature to deepen fully, yet you feel consumed by him — his warmth, smell, taste, all addictively human, exactly what your body has been craving. Solomon pulls back, pupils blown, lips wantonly parted.

"There's always space for you," he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, still smiling, still so smug, so in control like he isn't the one naked underneath you, clearly hard against your thigh. "And otherwise," he starts, brushing his lips against yours again, hand squeezing yours, "you're allowed to take that space."

Your breath stutters when Solomon suddenly grinds his hips upwards, cock pressing against your flexed thigh so lewdly it makes you shiver before claiming his mouth again. The kiss is different this time, now familiar enough with each other for erotic desperation to translate over wet grunts, inherently shameless, inherently needy for something you've been craving mutually bad.

You encourage his grinding by pressing your leg closer, feeling his hips stutter at the shift in pressure, lips gasping against yours. "I'm not sure I can keep up with the Avatar of Lust," you murmur, partly bashful, partly teasing, threatening to pull back under the guise of insecurity.

His free hand is on the back of your neck immediately, pulling you back towards him before using the momentum to turn you two over, straddling your hips easily. He manages to look even cockier on top, leaning over while shamelessly letting his erection rub against you, not bothering to hide the twitch of his brows at the stimulation.

Your dad blinked. Then blinked again. “So… you’re telling me that you're dating Lucifer. As in the Lucifer?”

Lucifer’s eyes glinted crimson. “Not the Lucifer, sir. Your Lucifer’s Lucifer.”

You nearly choked on your water.

Your mom sat stiffly on the sofa, wide-eyed, clutching her rosary like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic. “You mean to tell me you're a demon?!”

Lucifer turned to her with his usual diplomatic cool. “I prefer Avatar of Pride, but yes. I was once an angel. I fell for... complicated reasons.”

You could see the visions of exorcisms and holy water bubbling in your mother’s mind.

Lucifer softened his tone—barely. “I assure you, your child is safe. My protection over them is absolute. I do not take love lightly.”

Your dad squinted. “And what exactly do you do?”

“I help rule the Devildom. I oversee contracts, lead legions, manage misbehaving brothers, and drink high-quality Demonus in rare moments of rest.”

You held your breath.

And then your father muttered, “At least he’s not unemployed.”

You exhaled so hard you nearly blacked out.

You had a plan. A PowerPoint. Facts. Logic. Then Satan entered the house wearing a cozy turtleneck and a pleasant smile, looking like a literature professor who could also punch through steel.

Your little cousin leaned over and whispered, “He looks like he could kill someone.”

Satan winked at him.

You cleared your throat. “So, uh, this is Satan. He’s my… boyfriend.”

Your aunt flinched. “You named your boyfriend what?”

Satan gave his usual gentlemanly bow. “It’s not a name—it’s a title. I am the Avatar of Wrath, born from Lucifer’s fall. But don’t worry. I only destroy those who really deserve it.”

Dead silence.

“…He’s joking,” you said weakly.

He wasn’t.

Your mom stared like she was doing long division in her head. “And you’re… a demon?”

“Yes. But I also enjoy cats, 19th-century literature, and fine wine. I’m currently teaching your child ancient curses in Latin.”

“They've been humming in dead languages,” your dad muttered.

Satan’s smile widened. “That means it’s working.”

You gave up on the PowerPoint and just passed around the emergency chocolate cake.

Your parents expected someone wealthy. Maybe foreign. What they didn’t expect was a literal demon prince whose laugh echoed like it could shake mountains.

“So you're… what, royalty?” your uncle asked, half-joking.

Diavolo beamed. “Correct! I rule the Devildom. I’m technically a demon king-in-training. Would you like to see photos of my castle?”

He whipped out a crystal that glowed ominously and projected 3D images of a floating obsidian fortress.

Your grandma fainted.

You dragged him to the kitchen to hiss, “Tone it down!”

He tilted his head. “Am I being too honest again?”

“Yes! You can’t show them the demon horse either.”

“But Barbatos brushed him so well today—”

“No!”

Back in the living room, your dad was staring at his beer like it had betrayed him. “So you're dating Satan’s or Lucifer's or whoever's boss.”

Diavolo gave a warm chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m extremely fond of your child. They bring me peace. And chaos. Both are delightful.”

“…Do you pay taxes?”

“I levy taxes.”

You sighed, preparing for round two.

Simeon’s smile could calm storms and ease headaches, but nothing could prepare your family for this.

“This is Simeon,” you introduced. “He’s… um… an angel.”

“Like… he works at a church?” your dad tried.

“No, Dad. Like he literally lives in the Celestial Realm.”

Simeon smiled serenely. “It’s true. I once sang in the heavenly choirs. I now write romance novels.”

Your mom, skeptical, crossed her arms. “How old are you, young man?”

Simeon paused, thoughtful. “Approximately 2,000 Earth years. Though I stopped counting after the Flood.”

Your grandma whispered, “He is Jesus.”

Simeon gave her a polite correction and helped her sit down before she passed out.

As dinner progressed, Simeon was charming, graceful, and respectful. Your family started to warm up.

Until he casually said, “And then I smote a demon for attacking Michael in the war.”

The table went quiet.

Simeon blinked innocently. “Did I say that out loud?”

You figured introducing Solomon would be easy. He was human, after all.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Hello. I’m Solomon. Sorcerer. Devildom liaison. Purveyor of forbidden magic. Your child has summoned me in the dead of night before, it was charming.”

Your mom dropped her fork.

Solomon winked. “But don’t worry, I haven’t made any pacts with them yet. I’d never bind someone I care for. Not unless they asked very nicely.”

You kicked him under the table.

Your dad squinted. “Are you dangerous?”

Solomon gave a half-shrug. “Only to those who try to harm your child.”

“And how old are you?”

“About 400-ish. I think. Time gets fuzzy around the third century.”

You sighed. “Can you just… be normal for like five minutes?”

“Define ‘normal’.”

“Start by not enchanting the salt shaker.”

“…Too late.”

[Diavolo]

Diavolo’s jealousy is a complex, terrifyingly calm thing. As the future king of the Devildom, he is used to having everything he desires. When he feels jealousy, it isn't an emotion he's familiar with, so he treats it as a problem to be solved, a kingdom to be conquered. He won't get angry or make a scene. Instead, he will watch from a distance, a serene smile on his face, his eyes betraying no hint of the storm within. His jealousy is a quiet, intellectual dissection of the threat. He'll gather information, analyze the situation, and then make a series of subtle moves to render the competition obsolete. He might give you a task that requires you to spend all of your time with him, or he might arrange a "meeting" that pulls you away from the person he's jealous of. The person who provoked the feeling won't even realize they've been outmaneuvered until it's too late. When he's alone with you, his demeanor changes. The king is gone, replaced by a man who simply wants to be chosen. He won't demand your attention; he'll simply take it, wrapping you in a warm, possessive embrace and reminding you in a quiet voice how much you mean to him, and how much he has to lose.

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You’re in the castle garden, helping Barbatos prune some rare celestial roses. He’s teaching you the delicate art of shaping the thorny vines, his movements precise and graceful. You’re so engrossed in his quiet wisdom that you don't notice Diavolo approaching until he’s right beside you. “Barbatos,” Diavolo says, his voice as smooth as silk. “I have a most intriguing matter to discuss with you. It seems the Royal Devildom Treasury has discovered a rather... curious discrepancy in its ancient records. I was hoping you could assist me in a thorough investigation. A matter of utmost importance, I assure you.” Barbatos pauses, his eyes meeting Diavolo’s. There’s a silent, knowing moment between them before he bows his head. “Of course, my Lord. At once.” He gives you a small, apologetic smile. “I suppose our lesson will have to wait, MC.” Diavolo gives Barbatos a warm smile, but his eyes never leave you. “Oh, I don’t think so. I believe MC is required for the investigation as well. After all, two minds are always better than one, wouldn’t you agree?” He takes your arm gently, his touch firm and guiding. “I’m afraid this might take a while. It’s a rather… complex matter.” He leads you away from the garden, his presence commanding and all-consuming. Once you are alone in his study, the serene mask falls away. He doesn’t speak of any treasury or discrepancy. He simply pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. His grip is firm, almost desperate. “I’m sorry, MC. It was the only way to get you to myself.” His voice is a low murmur. "I don’t like it when I have to share you. It’s… a feeling I’m not accustomed to. I just want to make sure you know that you are my most treasured possession.” He lifts your chin, and his gaze is intense, a silent question. “Promise me you won’t look at anyone else the way you look at me?”

[Barbatos]

Barbatos’s jealousy is an elegant, almost imperceptible force. As a demon of time and space, he sees all possibilities, and he knows that a future without you is one he cannot bear. His jealousy is a cold certainty, a knowledge that he must act to secure his place by your side. He won’t raise his voice or betray any anger. Instead, he will become impossibly accommodating, anticipating your every need before you even have to ask. His moves will be subtle, a gentle redirection that steers you away from the person he's jealous of. He might “conveniently” have an urgent task that requires your help, or he might simply appear at the exact moment you're having a conversation, his presence a silent barrier. His jealousy is not about competition; it's about eliminating any possibility of you leaving him. It’s the fear of a future where you don’t belong to him. He’ll make sure you’re taken care of, but his affection will be a possessive, all-encompassing thing, his touch a gentle reminder that he is the one who sees and knows all, and you are the one thing he cannot afford to lose.

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You’re in the castle kitchen, trying to learn a complicated Devildom recipe from Luke. He’s excitedly explaining the different types of flour, his small hands gesturing wildly. You’re laughing at his earnestness when Barbatos enters the room, a tray of delicate pastries in his hand. “My Lord requested I bring these for you and Luke to sample,” he says, his voice calm and polite. He places the tray on the counter, then looks at Luke with a serene expression. “Luke, would you be so kind as to fetch the special tea blend from the royal pantry? Lord Diavolo insists it's the only one that will properly complement these pastries.” Luke's eyes light up. “Wow! Special tea! Of course, I’ll get it!” He scurries off, disappearing into the pantry. Barbatos’s smile fades the moment Luke is gone. He turns to you, his gaze intense. “I apologize, MC. Luke is... a very passionate teacher. I simply wanted to ensure you had a moment to rest.” He takes your hand and gently pulls you away from the counter. “He tends to get a bit carried away.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a soft, intimate gesture. "You know, the master of the royal pantry also happens to be a wonderful conversationalist. It would be a shame for him to be lonely. I was hoping you could keep him company while I prepare the tea." He leads you out of the kitchen and toward the pantry, not allowing you to return to Luke. Once inside, he doesn't bring up the pastries or the tea. He just looks at you, his eyes a quiet abyss. “I do hope you're not bored with my company, MC,” he says softly. "I find your presence... quite calming. It would be a great disappointment to know that you preferred the company of a lesser being." It's not a question. It's a subtle declaration, a quiet warning.

Solomon

Solomon's jealousy is a calculated game. He's an expert at charming his way out of a tight spot, and he’ll use that skill to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He won't get angry; he'll get playful, his smile a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright. He’ll use his magic to "accidentally" trip up the person he's jealous of, or he'll subtly rearrange things to put you in his path. His jealousy is a challenge, a test to see if he can still win you over. He will use his words and his magic to remind you of how much fun you have with him, weaving illusions or casting playful spells just to get your attention. His jealousy is a profound fear of being outsmarted or outcharmed, a fear that someone else might find a way into your heart that he can't. He needs to know that you chose him not because of his tricks, but because you genuinely want to be with him. When he’s alone with you, the game ends. He’ll be completely honest and vulnerable, admitting his fears and his need for you in a way that is more powerful than any spell.

Scenario

You're in the Royal Devildom Academy courtyard, and you're chatting with Simeon. He’s showing you a new drawing he made of a celestial creature, and you’re praising his talent. Solomon appears from behind a pillar, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Simeon,” he says, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s lovely. But you know, I think it’s missing something.” With a flick of his wrist, a shower of glittering, shimmering dust falls from the sky, a mini-starfall that lands on your hair and clothes. “There! Now it has… magic.” He smiles, a little too widely. Simeon shakes his head, a fond exasperation on his face. “Solomon, you know I don’t like it when you use your magic to show off.” “Oh, was I showing off?” Solomon asks, feigning innocence. “I was just trying to show MC what real magic looks like. Much more impressive than a simple drawing, wouldn’t you agree, MC?” He winks at you. Before you can answer, he takes your hand, his touch warm and electric. “Come on. I was just about to show you a new spell I’ve been working on. It’s a bit... dangerous, but I trust you to keep my secret.” He pulls you away from Simeon, his grip firm. Once you’re in a secluded classroom, he casts a spell that makes the air shimmer, creating a series of intricate, glowing constellations on the walls. It’s a mesmerizing sight. He doesn’t speak. He just watches you, his expression unreadable. “What’s wrong, Solomon?” you ask softly. He sighs, and the magic fades. “I just… I get this feeling in my chest. When I see you with someone else. I start to wonder if they’re as good for you as I am. If they make you feel… happy. I know it’s foolish. I’m not a bad person, but I get jealous. I need you to tell me that I'm your chosen one. That you would choose me even without my magic." His eyes are wide and vulnerable, and you realize that beneath the layers of confidence and charm, he’s just a boy who is terrified of being left behind.

[Solomon]

Solomon's jealousy is a calculated game. He's an expert at charming his way out of a tight spot, and he’ll use that skill to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He won't get angry; he'll get playful, his smile a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright. He’ll use his magic to "accidentally" trip up the person he's jealous of, or he'll subtly rearrange things to put you in his path. His jealousy is a challenge, a test to see if he can still win you over. He will use his words and his magic to remind you of how much fun you have with him, weaving illusions or casting playful spells just to get your attention. His jealousy is a profound fear of being outsmarted or outcharmed, a fear that someone else might find a way into your heart that he can't. He needs to know that you chose him not because of his tricks, but because you genuinely want to be with him. When he’s alone with you, the game ends. He’ll be completely honest and vulnerable, admitting his fears and his need for you in a way that is more powerful than any spell.

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You're in the RAD's courtyard, chatting with Simeon. He’s showing you a new drawing he made of a celestial creature, and you’re praising his talent. Solomon appears from behind a pillar, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Simeon,” he says, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s lovely. But you know, I think it’s missing something.” With a flick of his wrist, a shower of glittering, shimmering dust falls from the sky, a mini-starfall that lands on your hair and clothes. “There! Now it has… magic.” He smiles, a little too widely. Simeon shakes his head, a fond exasperation on his face. “Solomon, you know I don’t like it when you use your magic to show off.” “Oh, was I showing off?” Solomon asks, feigning innocence. “I was just trying to show MC what real magic looks like. Much more impressive than a simple drawing, wouldn’t you agree, MC?” He winks at you. Before you can answer, he takes your hand, his touch warm and electric. “Come on. I was just about to show you a new spell I’ve been working on. It’s a bit... dangerous, but I trust you to keep my secret.” He pulls you away from Simeon, his grip firm. Once you’re in a secluded classroom, he casts a spell that makes the air shimmer, creating a series of intricate, glowing constellations on the walls. It’s a mesmerizing sight. He doesn’t speak. He just watches you, his expression unreadable. “What’s wrong, Solomon?” you ask softly. He sighs, and the magic fades. “I just… I get this feeling in my chest. When I see you with someone else. I start to wonder if they’re as good for you as I am. If they make you feel… happy. I know it’s foolish. I’m not a bad person, but I get jealous. I need you to tell me that I'm your chosen one. That you would choose me even without my magic." His eyes are wide and vulnerable, and you realize that beneath the layers of confidence and charm, he’s just a boy who is terrified of being left behind.

[Simeon]

Simeon's jealousy is a profound sense of sadness and disappointment. As a being of the Celestial Realm, he is taught to be selfless, but when it comes to you, his human heart aches with a longing he can’t ignore. He won't get angry; he will simply grow quiet, his usual sunny demeanor replaced with a somber stillness. He will retreat into himself, watching you from a distance, a quiet, mournful expression on his face. He’ll become more introspective, questioning his own worthiness and his place in your life. His jealousy is a quiet, spiritual battle against a very human emotion. He’s not angry at you or the person you’re with; he’s angry at himself for feeling something so contrary to his divine nature. When you finally confront him, he won't admit to being jealous. He'll simply say he's "reflecting" or "deep in thought." But his eyes will betray him, filled with a sadness that is both profound and utterly heartbreaking.

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You're at the school festival, and you’re with Luke. You’re helping him with his stall, laughing at his attempts to sell his homemade baked goods. Simeon walks past, a small, sad smile on his face. He gives you a quick wave but doesn’t stop. The rest of the day, you see him standing alone, watching from a distance, a pensive look on his face.

Later that evening, you find him sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, staring up at the night sky. The usual bright light that emanates from him is dim, and he seems shrouded in a quiet sadness.

“Simeon?” you ask, sitting down beside him. “Is everything alright? You’ve been so quiet all day.”

He shakes his head slightly. “I’m fine, MC. Just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

He sighs, a heavy, weary sound. “I was just… reflecting. On how quickly time passes here in the Devildom. And how… how fragile our time together is.” He looks at you, his eyes filled with a deep, profound sadness. “I see you with others, and I’m happy for you. I truly am. But there’s a part of me that… aches. It's a feeling I’m not supposed to have. I am an angel, and I should be above such petty, human emotions. But when I see you with Luke, I get this feeling in my chest, a feeling of... dread. A feeling that you might not need me anymore. That you'll find a new companion. It's a selfish thought, and I am ashamed of it.”

You reach out and take his hand. “Simeon, it’s not selfish. It’s human. And I want you to feel that. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. With you. You will always have a place with me. You are my angel. Always.”

He holds your hand tightly, and a small, genuine smile finally breaks through the sadness. “Thank you, MC,” he says softly. "For making me feel like an angel and a man all at once."