For Forever With You - Pt 1

For Forever With You - Pt 1

***It's been a looooong time since I've written and I deeply apologize! However I'm back with our favourite wizard man! A long time ago, I wrote a little fic called "A Magical Bond" and now, after at least a year and a half, we go back to that MC and Solomon and discover their story. This is going to be a series with a new part for each era of their life that I cover. Thanks @jxcyt for the inspiration! I hope you enjoy 😊 -B ***

Summary: Two humans — one plain and dreadfully average, the other an immortal who thought he had seen an experienced it all. In any other world, they would go most of their lives without ever meeting and be destined for another, but not in this one.

1920s

Trumpets and saxophones swelled around Solomon as he sipped on a martini, observing the dazzling lights and sparkling dresses at the dive bar he had found on his way home.

Despite all the noise and glamour, he couldn't help but smile.

This was what he loved about humanity. The vibrancy. The life.

The last few decades had been so drab in comparison with all the dark colours and constricting societal rules but now ...

He laughed as a woman squealed as her partner twirled her before extending her out away from him. The two giggled before continuing to do the Charleston around each other with their arms waving about.

It looked fun. Solomon made a mental note to try and learn it before it went out of style.

"Pardon me, sir. Did you want a refill on your drink?"

He glanced down at the now-empty glass, before looking up. He felt his eyes widen as he took in your face. "It's you!" He couldn't help but shout in surprise, taking a second to take in your appearance — the serving uniform you were wearing looked exquisite on you. It was quite different from the modest, neck-high garbs that he had last seen you in — though he supposed that was due in part to the change in times. He glanced around from you to the rambunctious crowd around the two of you. "What are you doing in a place like this? Last I checked, it was 1910 and you were a cute, quiet librarian, making a modest living."

You cracked a smile, pouring his drink with the same delicate, professional touch that he remembered you carrying even as you shelved books. "The war, for starters. Library couldn't afford to stay open."

Solomon huffed taking a hearty gulp of his drink. "Shame. I quite like your little collection of books. It was a quiet haven. I'll miss it."

"I'm aware," you responded with a teasing lilt in your voice that caught the wizard's attention. "You swung by nearly every day. To be honest, as I'm as surprised to see you here as you are to see me."

Solomon paused taking a moment to observe the situation. Both of you, not quiet strangers but not quiet friends, find yourselves at the same woefully tasteless, by traditional standards, bar and happen to find each other. The smile on your face tells him that's a good thing. And maybe it's the alcohol, but while he usually doesn't allow himself to get too close to mortals, there's something about the sparkle in your eyes that's drawing him in like a moth to the flame.

It had always been that way with you. He still vividly remembered the first time he ran into your quaint library to escape the rain, and there you were, warm and light, offering him a towel to dry off with and tea. He was hardly one to say no to such welcoming company. When he returned a second time, he had told you it was for the books, and that was true in part — you had quite the collection of vintage scripts he hadn't had the opportunity to read in some time — but he wanted to observe the compassionate creature that had taken him in. It wasn't long before coming to the library, perusing your stock, and people-watching became a hobby of his.

There was a strange ache in his chest when he went to visit you again one day, only to find the door boarded up and windows darkened.

He smiled and leaned in closer to you, "Perhaps I'm more than just the bookworm you thought I was. You seem well aware that a person can have several facets to themselves," he tilted his head, eyes flickering towards the door before returning to yours once more. "Would you care to learn mine?"

Your eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel his smile grow as an adorably flustered look fretted across your expression. "I- I um-" you chuckled nervously, "You're more sly than I thought. I didn't take you for a cake-eater, mr ...." You blinked in sudden confusion. "Oh. All those visits to the library and I never caught your name."

"Solomon," he explained with a smirk. "And I meant no harm with my offer. Just a walk together on this lovely night and a bit of good conversation. It's been a while. I'm sure there's a story of how you ended up here."

You hummed, fiddling with the cocktail mixer still in your hands. "That don't sound too bad, I suppose," you glanced back at the clock over the bar. "My shift ends in about an hour and a half. Think you can wait?"

"Time is fickle and good company is rare and far between," your breath caught at his words as his knowing silver eyes locked onto yours. "Get back to work. I'll be back here when you're done ... though maybe a name to associate with my new companion before you leave."

"MC," you quickly offered, almost too quickly. "M-My name is MC. I-I um, yes. Back to work!"

He watched you go, his chest warm with the promise of something new, something exciting, something fun.

Gods, he hadn't felt this alive in centuries. He set down his drink and leaned back, simply enjoying the thriving atmosphere once more.

Nearly two hours later, the two of you were laughing as you walked through the empty city streets.

"There's no way," you cackled, fanning your face with your hand as your shoulders hitched. "There is no possible way that 's true."

"Well it is," Solomon teasingly reassured. "I presented his lordship with cookies that I spent at least a day preparing and they were so delightful the man fainted on the spot. I am an excellent cook, I'll have you know."

He soaked in the sight of your head thrown back in laughter, the moon casting you in its mysterious glow and glittering off the embellishments of your uniform — a natural masterpiece. He had always been an admirer of humanity and the strange yet fascinating quirks it possessed but with you there was something drawing him in like the strongest undertow. As though the pulls of your charisma and beauty were the deadly tide and he was a sailor lost at sea. How tempting it was to let himself drown.

It was a draw he hadn't experienced since he tasted his first licks of magic.

"Solomon," he blinked himself out of his thoughts to see your hand waving in front of his face. A soft smile eased onto your face as you met eyes. "Thought you were lost there for a moment. Am I boring you that much?"

Warmth filled his chest as he smiled in return and took one of your hands into his own. "Quite the contrary."

The lovely flustered expression returned to your face once more. "Aren't you quite the flatterer," you chuckled staring at your two hands interlocked.

He hummed, never once taking his eyes off you. "Is that an issue?"

Sparks run up his spine as he felt you gently squeeze his hand. "Not so long as I'm the one you're flirting with."

A smile split across his face, "That can be arranged."

The night was one Solomon wouldn't forget. It was the first night he got to know you, really know you. You took turns asking each other questions, hands glued together, completely oblivious to the hours slipping by. The only care the two of you had was what would happen after it was time to say goodbye.

Turns out it didn't need to be a concern.

Solomon visited you in and outside of work frequently. The two of you would sneak away and Solomon would take you to all of his favourite places — little pieces of paradise that he liked to escape to when the world became too much. It wasn't something that he shared often but, as with anything related to you, you were the exception.

It was almost frightening how easy it was to open up to you. Solomon wouldn't describe himself as a particularly guarded person, but he appreciated some distance, it was safer that way. There were moments were he considered the thought that maybe you were a trap sent by someone he had annoyed. That you were charmed specifically for him to fall for.

He did research. He ran tests as subtly as he could without your clever mind catching on. The conclusion he came to was not one he had ever anticipated.

You weren't a trap designed for his destruction.

You were his soulmate.

He had heard of the concept before. They were rare and more of a child's tale than anything else. He had never actually met anyone with a genuine soulmate and as such, thought them to be nothing by horsefeathers.

But he couldn't deny it. There was a connection he felt to you the second he met you. You understood him in a way he had never encountered before. You were brilliant, and oh-so curious about everything around you. You grounded him and made him high all at once.

You were his other half.

It was a one in a million chance. One that he wasn't so keen to let go of.

The same day that Solomon made his realization, he bought a bouquet of flowers and took you to the same street the two of you had walked down until dawn.

"MC," he questioned softly as you swung your joined hands and looked at the bustling streets around you.

"Hm?" You hummed in acknowledgment, taking a second to sniff the white chrysanthemums and red primroses that he had gifted you.

"Will you allow me to court you?"

He expected sputtering, or that adorable bashful expression you get when he teases you, or perhaps laughter from shock. But he got none of that.

Instead, you cocked your eyebrow at him as you glanced over to him from the side of your eye. "Are we not already courting?"

Solomon felt his cheeks grow red as he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. "I beg your pardon?"

You snorted as gathered his arm with yours and pulled him back into pace alongside you once more. "We've been flirting with one another, going on unsupervised dates, and exchanging gifts for months now. I thought we were courting this whole time, you fool," you paused as realization struck you. "B-But um, if you didn't, then I ... I apologize if I was too forward or-"

"NO!" Solomon loudly amended, earning strange looks from the passerbys on the street around you. He waved at them in apologies before dragging you into a nearby ally. "No. That's not the case at all! I just thought we were being friendly and teasing one another!"

Your face only grew more flush at his words. "What? If that's friendly to you, then what in the world would courting mean to you?!"

He smirked as he leaned down close into your space, your back quickly finding the surface of the brick building behind you. "With any luck, and your permission, perhaps a kiss or two," your breath hitched as his hand came up to cup your cheek. "Telling you how when I see you, the sun ceases to exist as your light and radience is enough to warm me in even the cruelest of winters. Expressing that each time your eyes find mine, I'm taking back to that rainy little book shop and the sincere librarian who lived within it. Being sure that everyone knows exactly how much I love you."

"Solomon," you breathed, your voice threaded with utter awe that pooled in your eyes.

"I'll ask you again," he took another step closer. Your chests brushed against one another as the toes your shoes met. He could practically feel the frantic beating of your heart thrashing under your skin. "Will you allow me to court you? To love you and have you love me in turn?"

The bouquet that had been in your hands met the ground as you wound your arms around his neck and dragged his face down to meet yours.

A thousand lifetimes crashed into this one single moment, and for a second, Solomon felt so heartachingly mortal and timeless all at once. Your lips were richer than the oldest wines and equally addicting. They wrapped him with a powerful passion that he hadn't known he was missing. It was as though your souls had finally intertwined and were now waltzing the in the intimacy of your embrace.

He pressed his forehead against yours as you both pulled away. Your breath painted his shoulder as he felt your chest heave against him.

"Wow."

He couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, pulling you closer to him. "Is it safe for me to take this as an acceptance of my courting?"

You giggled, pecking his lips once more before bending down to pick up your discarded bouquet. "Of course it's a yes," you smirked as you batted his chest with the flowers. "It would've been a yes if you asked me properly months ago."

The smile that decorated his face was bigger and brighter than any smile he had ever worn before. He shook his head to himself took after you, ready chase after what little time with you had for every drop it was worth.

***And that's the first part of this Prequel! From here we'll be jumping to the 1930s for some pre-WW2 and then go from there! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for your love and support!***

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Demon's First Pumpkin

***After all the spookiness it's time for a small relief of fluff! This is actually one of the first Diavolo-centered fics I've written and it's the first Teen MC fic we've had in a while! I hope you all enjoy it 🎃❤️ -B***

Summary: When MC learns that the all mighty Demon Prince Diavolo has never carved a pumpkin in his life, they immediately get to work on amending that fact. Ft. Teen! MC and DiaLuci

"MC, this isn't something that you need to disturb Lord Diavolo with,"

"Wrong. It is spooky season and thus it is an emergency level catastrophe that I must bother Dia with."

The prince in question perked up his head as he heard two of his favourite voices approach his lonely office. He instantly brushed aside the documents he had been working on, and took a quick glance into the reflection of the metal plaque on his desk to adjust his tie and hair.

"Well, we'll just have to see what he thinks!" He heard you smugly shout on the other side of the door before a rhythmic knock rang through his office.

"Come in!" He happily called out as he sat just a little bit straighter in his chair.

The sound of his hearty laugh filled the room as he spun you around. "MC! It's been awhile since you've visited!"

He couldn't help but smile as you proudly marched into his office with a tired and slightly irked-looking Lucifer trailing behind you.

"Dia!" He quickly opened his arms, wrapping you up in his large embrace as you charged toward him.

Lucifer sighed from where he handsomly brooded by the doorway. "My apologies, my lord. I tried to explain to them that you were busy, but they were insistent."

Diavolo smiled as he set you back on your feet. "Must have been a rather important issue then."

You nodded enthusiastically as Lucifer ran a hand down his face. "Yes, it is! There're no pumpkins in the Devildom!"

The prince's eyebrows narrowed as he glanced warily over to Lucifer. "No ... pumpkins?"

"Large orange gourds that humans like mutilate and allow to rot away rather than actually eating them," Lucifer groaned. "It's pointless."

A dramatic gasp came from your mouth as you clutched a hand to your chest. "It is not pointless!" You shouted. "First of all, we call them jack-o-lanterns! Second of all, it's a bonding tradition that we do in the fall with our friends and family and use them as lights and decorations. Plus, it's not all waste! You can always roast the pumpkin seeds and eat those as snacks!"

With every word that you spoke, Diavolo felt his eyes get wider and wider and a flood of childlike wonder, that he always felt towards human culture, fill him.

The same thrill that sparked in his heart the day he came up with the exchange program was now a raging inferno.

"That sounds incredible!" He cheered as he grabbed you by the shoulders — your eyes mirrored the excitement sparkling in his own golden stare. He looked towards his door, where he knew his butler was dutifully working nearby. "Barbatos!" The teal-coloured demon appeared out of nowhere. "I need you to go to the human world and get three of their best pumpkins!"

"I'll see to it, my lord," he was gone as quickly as he arrived.

Lucifer's head whipped around to him, his eyebrows narrowed in suspicion. "Three? Why do you need three?"

"For you, of course!" He flashed the demon his brightest smile. "MC said this is meant to be a bonding experience between friends, and there is no one else I can think of to share this with than you and MC!"

Lucifer glowered at the prince for a moment before a heavy groan came from him. "If that's what you wish, my lord."

Diavolo's heart fluttered with elation as he turned to you. "What else is required for this 'jack-o-lantern' making?"

You leaned against his desk with a sharp grin, "Let me tell you, Dia. It is the best. There's spooky music, candy, and you can even print out stencils to help you with your design if you'd like," you pressed a smug hand to your chest as you lifted your chin. "Personally, I like to freehand," your eyes playfully drifted over to the grumpy Avatar of Sin in the corner, "but there's no shame in needing a little help."

Lucifer stiffened at your words, and Diavolo knew that you had the demon exactly where you wanted him. "Well," he spoke coolly, "We'll just have to see about that."

In no less than an hour, the three of you were in the freshly decorated dining hall with a live orchestra playing only the spookiest of classical music and freshly picked pumpkins sitting in front of you.

You were bouncing with giddiness at the whole thing, and though Lucifer tried to hide, Diavolo could tell that even he was enjoying the atmosphere.

The prince clapped his hands as he looked down at the gourd. "Now, MC! What next? How do we do this?"

Lucifer eyed you carefully as you picked up one of the paring knives on the table and twirled it in your hand. "Now you cut the top off and scoop out its guts!" A twinge of pride ran through his demonic soul at the murderous glee shining on your face.

Dia let out a hearty laugh as he picked up his own knife and stabbed it deep into the top of the pumpkin with a single clean motion. "And you're sure this is a human tradition? It's quite vicious, though that does seem to be the fun of it!" His smile widened as a spray of pumpkin juice flung across his face — It had been too long since he'd been able to fully enjoy a good stabbing.

Lucifer, on the other hand, elegantly picked up his own knife and went to work with the precision of a surgeon. Each cut was done with meticulous care and patience.

You snorted at the look of concentration on his face as you ripped off the top of your own pumpkin.

The demon rose an eyebrow at you, "Do you have an issue with my technique MC?"

You shook your head as you rolled up your sleeve and buried your arm elbow deep into the vegetable. "Nope. You're just slow, old man,"

Diavolo's eyes widened at your action as he looked down at his own pumpkin and quickly mimicked you. He couldn't help but giggle as the stringy, gooey insides of the pumpkin clung to his fingers as he easily ripped from its flesh with a harsh pull — he had greatly underestimated just how fun this would be.

Lucifer's nose wrinkled at the two of you. "If I'm doing this, I am going to be doing this to the highest standard. I want to ensure that the top hole isn't so large that the pumpkin will cave in on itself, but also not so small that it's inconvenient to remove its innards."

Diavolo smirked as he flicked some of the pumpkin on his hands at his right-hand man — Lucifer stiffed as a glob guts stuck to his cheek. "Come on, Lucifer! Loosen up! This is meant to be fun! Let your inner demon run loose and just enjoy it!" he grinned and proudly held up his messy hands.

"Yeah, Luci! This isn't an order or a task. This is just having fun with friends! You remember what that's like, what?" You goaded with a mischievous smirk on your face.

Lucifer grumbled under his breath as he carefully rolled up the sleeves of his silk shirt. The light caught on his blade as he raised it high above his head before passionately driving it down into the gourd.

Dia's breath caught in his throat at the feral fire in Lucifer's crimson eyes as you whooped in victory.

From there, it hadn't taken very long for the three of you to finish preparing your pumpkins for your designs — soon all three of them were empty, and their intestines were now coating the table and your arms.

"Now's the fun part!" You explained as you grabbed three markers from your pocket. "You can carve any design that you'd like into the front of the pumpkin! Traditionally, you're meant to do a spooky face, but really it can be anything you want."

The Demon Prince paused, tilting his head as he looked at the canvas of his pumpkin. He wanted something suiting for the human "spooky season," but also something sentimental. This was his first jack-o-lantern. He didn't want to mess up something that, based on the purely joyful expression on your face, truly meant a lot to you. He wanted it to be special.

He glanced over at Lucifer, as the demon was delicately peeling layers away from the vegetable, and blushed as an idea rushed to his mind.

He uncapped his marker and got to work.

You had finished your jack-o-lantern first — a slightly crooked rendition ... something. It seems Lucifer was correct on the mutilation part.

Lucifer bit back a laugh as you proudly held your pumpkin out in front of you. "And just what is that meant to be?"

You slumped a little as you pouted. "It's meant to be you and your brothers pact symbols! Can't you tell?"

Dia squinted his eyes and tilted his head a little — it still looked like a bunch of random circles, triangles and squiggly lines — but he gave a fake gasp of realization for your sake. "Oh, I see it now!" He lied, like a liar. "This one must be Beelzebub's! Very well done!"

"That's Lucifer's!" You whined as the said demon snorted beside you.

His snort grew into laughter as you punched his side. "No, no! You misunderstand, MC. I'm not laughing at you. My symbol has never looked so good!"

You huffed and set your pumpkin back down on to the table. "Well let's see what you came up with, Mr. Big Shot!"

A glimmer of pure concentrated pride radiated gorgeously off the demon as he smiled, "With pleasure," he turned the pumpkin around and both your's and Diavolo's jaws dropped.

Delicately carved into the pumpkin's flesh, with varying layers of depth, was an intricate rendition of Cerberus with meat dangling off his fangs.

"Show off," you grumbled as the prince continued to gawk.

Lucifer's chuckled as he ruffled your hair, "I don't know what you mean. I was only following your instructions and having fun with it," you pouted as you smacked his hand away. The demon's head turned to Diavolo, oblivious to how the content glow to his skin made goosebumps rise on the back of the prince's neck. "How did yours turn out?"

Diavolo glanced between his own creation and Lucifers. "I wouldn't say it's quite as masterful as your own work, Lucifer, but I think it's rather nice," he turned the pumpkin around and Lucifer's cheeks flushed while you found yourself gawking once more.

For his very first jack-o-lantern, Diavolo had carved two demons. One with leather-like wings and an impressive set of horns framing his face, and the other with raven's wings sprouting behind him and a diamond on his forehead. The two were leaning close together and smiling.

"DIA!" You screamed leaning close to take it in. "That's so cool! Woah! How did you do that?!"

Lucifer cleared his throat as he glanced up at the prince, "Is that ... us?"

Diavolo proudly nodded. "Of course! I wanted something that meant a lot to me but was also scary. And you, Lucifer, are both my most trusted friend and the most terrifying demon I know. I thought it was only fitting."

If Lucifer hadn't been blushing before, his cheeks were now a beautiful shade of red. Diavolo often wished it wasn't so difficult to make the demon flustered like this — whenever the demon's prideful front was cast aside, he never failed to make the prince fall for him all over again (a poetic irony in its own right).

You eyed the two as their stares remained locked on one another — you felt your own cheeks flush at the mere tension in the room. You quickly grabbed the bowl of pumpkin guts resting on the table and awkwardly stood up. "OH LOOK! We have all kinds of left over pumpkin guts! I'm going to um, roast these with Barbatos for a snack! In the kitchen! Away from here! BYE!"

Before either of them had time to blink you were gone in a blur.

Silence settled between the two demons as Lucifer carefully picked the remaining pumpkin innards that you had thrown at him off his shirt. "Perhaps," he began without looking at the Prince, "we'll have to do this again next year," Diavolo looked at him, a slow smile began climbing on his face as the demon's warm tone registered within him. "MC clearly needs more practice, and ... I suppose this wasn't so bad," the crimson eyes flickered down to Diavolo's pumpkin once more.

Lucifer fondly shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Humans. They really are so odd."

Diavolo hummed as he looked back at the monstrosity of a jack-o-lantern that you made. "Endearing though. I quite enjoyed this tradition of theirs."

A swarm of butterflies fluttered alongside hope rose within him — the happiness that was burning within him was one he had seldom experienced before.

A small, stunned laugh bubbled out from within him as he nodded deeply to his closest companion. "As you wish, my dear."

*** Oh it is so nice to have a refreshing break of fluff every now and then 🥰 Thank you all for reading and for the love and support! Please leave a comment, if you can, letting me know what you thought! Your feedback is always appreciated! -B***

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The Witch Who Spoke to the Wind

Sequel to Eindred and the Witch

In which Severin, the golden eyed witch, learns that his greatest enemy and truest love is fated to kill him.

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Dealing in prophecies is a dubious work. Anyone who knows anything will tell you as much.

“Think of all of time as a grand tapestry,” his great-grandmother had said, elbow deep in scalding water. Her hands were tomato red, and Severin watched with wide golden eyes as she kneaded and stretched pale curds in the basin. “You might be so privileged to understand a single weave, but unless you go following all surrounding threads, and the threads around those threads, and so on - which, mind you, no human can do - you’ll never understand the picture.”

Severin, who was ten years old and had never seen a grand tapestry, looked at the cheese in the basin and asked if his great-grandmother could make the analogy about that instead.

“No,” she replied. “Time is a tapestry. Cheese is just cheese.”

And that was that.

By fifteen, Severin who was all arms, legs, and untamable black hair, decided he hated prophecies more than anything in the world. He occupied himself instead with long walks atop the white bluffs well beyond his family’s home. Outside, he could look at birds, and talk to the wind, and not think about the terrible prophecy which followed him like a shadow.

His second eldest sister had revealed it - accidentally, of course. Severin lived in a warm and bustling house with his great-grandmother, grandmother, mother, two aunts, and three sisters. All of whom were generously gifted in the art of foretelling (a messy business, each would say if asked), and every one of them had seen Severin’s same bleak thread.

He would die. Willingly stabbed through the heart by his greatest enemy and truest love.

Willingly. That was the worst part, he thought.

Severin, who had no talent in the way of prophecies, but plenty of talent in the realm of wind and sky, marched along the well-worn trail, static sparking around his fingertips as the brackish sea breeze nipped consolingly at his face and hair.

I will protect you if you ask me to, it blustered, and Severin was comforted.

He didn’t care who this foretold stranger was. When this enemy-lover appeared, Severin would ask the wind to pick them up and take them far, far away. Far enough that they could never harm him. The wind whistled in agreement. And so it was settled.

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