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antiromanticbaby · 1 month

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Finally going to do this...

Both, I believe. We share a name and physical appearance but that's it. The rest is self made.

Not much, probably 3. As someone who runs a family she understands Lucifer a lot. Her mannerism is close to him too.

Very much so, if she wishes.

Something dark and historical, maybe the office room of an old Victorian castle.

She lives in London, but her mother is Persian.

Hearts would be more likely :)

As someone with little to know idea on social media and whatever people watch or like, she will have a hard time choosing a 'character'. In the end, she'll leave it up to Levi to choose.

Either throws it away, or sticks eyes on it and puts it in her rock collection.

She does. She absolutely loves the idea of immortality. As she always says, she has far too many interests and far too little time to tend to all. At the same time, she's curious. She wants to, needs to see everything, experience everything and know it all.

Oh no, not at all. Kitchen is a lab to her, and she will most certainly end up putting poison instead of something. Like, ricin instead of beans. In the house, she's banned from the kitchen after some rather... unfortunate happenings.

Pull out a gun on demons, probably. She carries one around out of habit, and if she feels the least bit threatened a gun is aimed at someone's forehead. She keeps forgetting it won't work on these.

Most probably wrath. Then pride.

Quite, but not exactly. She can't leave the human world because of her business and her position there. However, once she is turned into a demon and her children grow enough to take over the family, she will get a well-deserved break and finally go back to Devildom. Away from the painful memories her house holds.

mc questions i made bc im nosy

what are they in relation to you? (a self insert, an oc, etc)

on a scale of 1-10 how badly do they want to punch lucifer?

would the punch hurt

what would their nightbringer text background be? (simeon and levi's as examples)

where are they from in the human world?

would they have sparkles around the whip in surprise guest

levi forces them to cosplay with him but he lets them choose. what are they cosplaying as?

i give them a rock. what do they do with it

what are their thoughts on immortality? do they want to become immortal?

are they a good cook? (aka are they surviving while living with solomon in nightbringer)

what thing would they do enough times to the point that they could get their own @/radarchives complilation

what's their main sin?

are they happy living in the devildom?

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc

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antiromanticbaby · 2 months

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"Who's been faith-fur as a nun?"

I had to.

#Hazbin hotel #Alastor #cursed cat alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #cursed cats #Hazbin hotel alastor #Cat alastor #Alastor fanart #The radio demon #radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #Alastor hazbin #Nun alastor #alastor art #Hazbin art

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antiromanticbaby · 2 months

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Barbatos does rest . . .

♡ BARBATOS does rest. And Diavolo is aware of it to some extents. But he's just too good at manipulating time. One second he's out of sight, all tires, and the next second he's back in place, all refreshed. He moves through time, for minutes, hours, maybe even days or weeks, but he comes back to a point one second after he was gone. So no one notices. It's only seen in those subtle smiles of his, or the light glint that appears in those beautiful eyes. Or maybe the clocks in his room, different ones beginning to tick after a long while of silence.

♡ BARBATOS does rest. But he comes back before anyone notices his absence, and he does it oh so professionally. You must look very hard to notice any subtle change.

♡ BARBATOS does rest. One moment he's there, nodding to some words, too tired to care. And another moment he's all refreshed again, never once seeming frustrated or tired. Little did you know, he was just having some tea in a beautiful palace long forgotten by an emperor.

♡ BARBATOS does rest. For he knows of his advantage, immortality, and uses it to the best of his abilities.

♡ BARBATOS does rest. And if you try hard enough, surely he will take you on his 'resting' trips too. What more beautiful than the two of you, hand in hand, waltzing to the tune of rain in a the back of a secluded castle, abandoned by time and war but unreachable for anyone who would dare steal you away from him.

Just a small idea I had. I'll write more for it one day.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #shall we date #obmswd #obey me barbatos #barbatos obey me #obey me drabble #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me diavolo #omswd #shall we date obey me

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antiromanticbaby · 4 months

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Imperfection - Lucifer

Husband!Lucifer x GN!reader

[✧] ー head empty, just lucifer putting his mask away, and mc comforting him in his vulnerable moments. let's imagine everyone have their own bathroom and its not one for all and one for asmo, mk? not canon (or at least I don't think it's canon) but luci has multiple scars on his body. SFW

"Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway." - Edgar Allen Poe for Lucifer

Today had been stressful. But then again, everyday is stressful for Lucifer.

Wake up early in the morning, keep your brothers in line the whole day, and do Diavolo's paperwork until late at night. All of these tasks turned into more and it filled everyday with endless work with little to no breaks. As soon as he did take a moment to rest and unwind. Yet he did find the time tonight. It was already quite late, but here he sat, muscles tense as he sipped on his Demonus and listened to his gramophone. He had called you over too, hoping you could make time for him. Perhaps with you in his arms he would feel better. And fortunately, you did come. But with a pleasant surprise.

"Lu?" You knocked, entering his room after he gave you permission. Even though you had no problem entering his office without knocking (and he didn't mind it either) you still knocked. (which he secretly appreciated.) You came over to him, hugging his seated form from behind as your arms wrapped around his neck. Even his brothers felt how frustrated he had been lately but they would never spoke up, because they knew the avatar of pride would never admit it.

But with you? With you he was different. You made him feel safe, you made him believe he can be vulnerable while holding onto his pride.

You ran a hand on his chest, nuzzling your face in his hair. You also knew of his day to day frustration, of how tensed and stressed he currently was. "I ran a bathe for you." You spoke, planting a kiss on his head. He was always quick to pamper and spoil you, why not you do it for him tonight? Lucifer slowly leaned back and relaxed into your embrace, the two of you sharing this tender moment together. Lucifer turned his head up and gave you a small smile, showing his appreciation. He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing gently. Lucifer then leaned his head back, closing his eyes. It was a rare moment when he gave in to his emotions, letting his body relax for the briefest moment.

"If you want, I can join you too." You spoke, running a hand through his hair. "May I?"

"Of course, you don't need to ask." He hummed, planting a kiss on the palm of your hand that was on his chest. He stood up, never letting go of your warm hand in his gloved ones as he guided you to the bathroom. He was surprised as he noticed you had decorated it for him, with candles, red rose petals, even aloes wood fragrance. That explained your absence throughout the day. You helped him strip, even though he was slightly reluctant. He helped you strip, planting soft kisses along your body. He made sure not to stare too much, even though he could worship you for hours or even days on end. As you sat together in the tube, he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you to his chest.

Scars adorned his body, back and chest, everywhere. Scars that showed him his weaknesses, that reminded him of his losses, yet he'd rather keep them as a bitter reminder of every mistake he had made. A painful reminder he endured, so hopefully he would learn from the past. But that didn't make him any less insecure of them. No one, no one was allowed to see this weaknesses except for you, and he still had yet to gauge out your opinion about them.

You leaned to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as you embraced him warmly. The ring on your finger glittering in the dim light of the candles, matching with the one on his. He felt safe in your arms, the sensation of warmth from the candles and the fragrance of the aloes-wood filling around you. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as the scars on his chest are exposed to you. Lucifer stared down at you in the dim lighting. Your bodies pressed against one another, a comforting pressure. He closed his eyes and relaxed into your embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable. His shoulders slumped and he leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub.

You suddenly traced a hand on one of the scars on his chest, making him quickly grab your wrist. Despite the acceptance he felt in your touch, he didn't feel ready to be exposed like that. "Calm down Lu." You spoke, looking into his eyes with the softest gaze he had ever seen. You brought his hand to your lips, planting a kiss on the back of his hand. Lucifer relaxed his hold on your wrist and took a deep breath, feeling his heart start to beat normally again. He stared into your soft eyes, feeling the warmth of your gaze wash over him. You continued, caressing his chest as you began trailing kisses on his scars. “Just be yourself. Show me the worst in you and let me worship those. I love you, the full you, and I mean it.”

Lucifer shuddered as your lips touch his scars. Every kiss felt like a wave of relief and acceptance. He couldn't help but tense up as he felt the soft kisses touch him. Your kisses slowly made him feel more exposed and vulnerable, exposing him completely to your gaze and your judgement. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, his muscles slowly relaxing and letting you touch him without resistance.

"How am I lucky enough to call you mine?" He whispered sweetly. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked at you. The light of the candles danced in your eyes and he stared into them. He then leaned forward and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and landing a kiss on the top of your knuckles. Lucifer then pulled back and looked at your hand for a moment. His eyes were drawn to the ring that sat on your finger. His thumb caressed the underside of your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin. It was as if you could see right through his soul and still love him completely.

"You may hide from everyone, Lu." You spoke, your free hand cupping his cheek as you caressed it. "But you can't hide from me. And do you want to know something, Lu? Your imperfections, the ones you so desperately hide, makes you absolutely perfect in my eyes."

He put his other hand on yours, seeking your warmth. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, leaning forward to pull you into a deep passionate kiss. His hands wrap around your back as he kissed you. His lips were gentle, tender, his heart pounding. But deep down, he felt content and at peace. It didn't matter whether you accepted his scars or not, all that mattered was that you were there with him. His lips slowly pulled back and he leaned his head against yours, his breath heavy.

"I love you." He breathed out. Displays of affection such as this one, weren't really rare when you two were alone together. You smiled, giving his lips another peck. "I love you too, more than you can imagine."

Lucifer chuckled softly and kissed you again. Your lips met with a loving touch, your bodies pressed close and your souls entwined. You shared a moment of intimacy in each other's arms, the peace of the bathwater enveloping you both. Lucifer closed his eyes and pulled you closer. This was your safe haven, a sanctuary of comfort where the both of you didn't need to hide anything. He had put his trust in you, as much as you had given him of yourself.

Check it out! -> [sweet dreams] [roses] [cursed records]Want more? -> [Masterlist]

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antiromanticbaby · 5 months

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♡ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 ♡

♡ .❝ 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ❞

𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗧 /lʌst/ ♡ ┊ strong sexual desire. ♡ ┊ have strong sexual desire for someone. ♡ ┊ It also can mean a hunger for anything, like lust for power.

♡ .❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝. ❞

Yandere Asmodeus; who was incredibly mad at you. No one, no one was supposed to be able to meet his standards! Yet you did. No one was supposed to make him feel this way! Yet you did. So now you had to pay. Your compliments were always the best, your smiles were always the brightest, you were always the cutest. Not as cute as him, but cuter than everyone else surrounding him.

Yandere Asmodeus; who was frustrated with the turn of events. He couldn't stand it. Why was it him that fell hard for you? It should've been the other way right? You should've fallen head over heels for him! Now you are supposed to show him affection, show him pure love, not the other way around.

Yandere Asmodeus; who bit by bit, accepted it more. Out of all the brothers, he's probably one the most accepting ones towards his love for you. However, now that he has accepted it, he must make sure no one else finds out. And most importantly, no one else dares look your way. He isn't as dangerous as Lucifer, Satan or Belphegor, but he definitely has some huge problems. With his powers of charming, you will never notice a thing changing around you. Not until everything had changed to the point of no return, not until you came to a point in your life that you look around and find yourself to be lost, in an unknown world, with the only familiar face being Asmo himself.

Yandere Asmodeus; who uses your shampoo and perfume, later telling everyone that you were the one who used his in your absence, so everyone believed you two were in some type of relationship. So everyone kept their hands off you and knew you were off limits. He would even match clothing with you as much as he could.

Yandere Asmodeus; who spoiled you with gifts but also criticized you so much that you felt insecure. He made sure you always looked up to him, you always saw him as your idol. He didn't want anyone to find out about his love and obsession for you. Especially not his fan-club. Now now, he didn't want you to get in trouble because of him. Aside from that, he wanted everyone to think he loves himself above all else. He wanted everyone to think that his heart was unreachable. Little did his fans know, you lived rent free in his heart.

Yandere Asmodeus; who never got rid of anyone himself, but always used his powers to make others look bad in your eyes. Someone was getting close to you? (Let's call them person A)You seemed interested in another demon? (Person B) Then he would make sure that Peron A did something to Person B. Two birds in one stone, right? And who would dare go against him? Just one glance and he could shut the mouth of all witnesses.

Yandere Asmodeus; who always dolled you up and took pictures, with innocent excuses such as posting them on his socials. As someone with a huge fanbase, he also had lots of connection. So if you ever found a hidden wall somewhere in his rooms with all of your pictures, from harmless selfies taking shower or sleeping, decorated with pink little hearts, do not be surprised.

Yandere Asmodeus; who liked to keep you innocent and pure, while playing out his dirtiest fantasies on you. He liked to keep you oblivious. But he also enjoyed corrupting you. At the end of the day, he was a demon, and he enjoyed souls that shone bright like jewels, but aside from devouring them, he also loved corrupting them. He would still that shining and replace it with his own darkness, in hopes of feeling shiny again.

Yandere Asmodeus; who would use his charming power so you would sleep, and then use you, in any way you wanted. He loved the confusion in your eyes as you woke up the next day with his bite marks all over you. Even if his charming powers didn't work, then he'd use potions, or he could always ask for help from a certain witty sorcerer.

Yandere Asmodeus; who would definitely lock you up in a world of make belief. In a world where he was the only one for you, Princess Asmodeus, and you were his soulmate with no way out. He would gaslight you into believing everyone around you are traitors, filthy little liars, and then, he would whisk you away. He would hate to kidnap you. No, he would rather take you away, with you taking his hand willingly. Isn't that romantic? Only you and him, in your own paradise. Only if your mind was in the right place.

♡ .❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡. ❞

Obey Me Yandere headcanons: [Lucifer] [Mammon] [Leviathan] [Asmodeus (you're here] [wip] Shameless self promo: Find out who your yandere lover from Obey Me is in this quiz <3

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antiromanticbaby · 6 months

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HEY!!!

It's me again!

How are you doing lately? I've been waiting for you to post but it seems you aren't posting for a while?!

-~♡

HI HI <33

I'm fine, thanks, how about you? Thank you for asking ^^

Unfortunately my midterms have began so I'm just storing drafts until I get the time to write stuff down :( Is there anything you'd like to see on this blog? Feel free to drop requests :3

#♡ ┊anons

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antiromanticbaby · 6 months

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I'm really happy that my anons been motivating you!

Again I say I love your fics!

-~♡

Of course. Again, tysm for all the love sweetheart <3333

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antiromanticbaby · 6 months

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Black Lotus - Satan

Prince!Satan x GN!Reader

[✧] ー we need more Victorian era themed stuff of these characters :( happy late birthday, Satan <3

Summary: Satan's birthday ball had been quite suffocating, he wanted a break. And who else better than the masked stranger on the balcony to strike up a conversation with? Similar to: roses - lucifer beware: I'm trying to write something historical (just tad bit) so correct me if any title was wrong alright? It's kinda hard keeping it gender neutral ;-; You can listen to: undecided for now, any classic song goes well. my recommended song is merry-go round of life Not proof read

TO think he would be stuck here of all places. Yes, Satan appreciated the fact that his brothers had gone as far as throwing a full blown ball for his birthday, but it was so unnecessary. Uncomfortable in his own skin, hidden behind a mask and smile. He would much rather sit in the silent library, without all these eyes on him, as he enjoyed a roller coaster of adventures with his beloved books. These restrained smiles, two faces now turned three, laughing and enjoying a birthday he wasn't. The big reveal was yet to come. The plan was for him to communicate with other nobles without them keeping themselves back just because he was the fourth born prince. Hence why masks covered everyone's faces. But Satan would much rather do the communication with what the others deemed as peasants than nobles. After all, many of these nobles were of no interest to him. They were just puppets, thinking they were the puppeteer, unaware to all the strings his brothers had attached to them.

He could read these nobles like open books, yet they thought a smile would protect them from Satan's sharp mind and eyes. While this ball did boost his ego (and was his chance at meeting suitors), he wanted a break. There people hired by his brothers to look like the 'prince', and converse with others so they would be distracted from the actual prince. Satan glanced at where all the gifts where.

All these and yet no books? How disappointing.

He needed a break, didn't he? He was tired of keeping up this act. Unfortunately for him, as he approached his favorite spot in the ballroom -the balcony- someone was already there. At least it was one person, not a group of drunk nobles. Whoever this person was, they seemed to be silent too. Good for him. But if this other guest also wanted a break from these nobles, perhaps they could get along. So he decided to approach them, you. He was the prince, he could break rules anytime.

"Good evening, sir/miss. You know, there is an indoor space with couches and tables, correct? Surely your grace wouldn't want to catch a cold." Satan spoke, keeping his distance. Neither of you knew each other's identity and he wondered just how he should address you. You probably had no idea. He decided he would speak about this matter later tomorrow with his etiquette teacher.

You turned around, unbothered by his presence. Of course you were, you viewed him like any other noble guest here and not the prince. "My sincerest apologies, my lord. The ball was getting quite suffocating, so I came to the balcony for some fresh air."

"I know how that feels," Satan replies, his tone of voice still sounding dull. He couldn't help but agree. All night, nothing had grabbed his attention and that was boring him to death. He was tempted to sneak out and back to the library but knowing the annoying eldest, he'd be dragged back in no time. He frowned. Usually nobles came to balls with a partner, so where was yours. "Please disregard my question if it seems to invasive, but are you alone?"

"Yes unfortunately, I couldn't find a suitable partner for the night." you spoke. "If you do not mind answering, how about you, my lord?"

"Hm… I was here by force, this day is more of a celebration for my brothers than myself. I never took a liking to such events, people, conversations." Satan is rather blunt about this. However he made sure his statues are hidden. "What a coincidence, that we both find ourselves in the same predicament." he pauses, then adds, "You are very mysterious, I've never seen you before."

"What a coincidence, that you speak the same lines as the forbidden book 'Black Lotus*', the tale of a musician and a blind prince who only realized he had fallen for a man once the musician was executed." You hummed, smiling. It was the same predicament of the book too, only that none of you were blind. And that you hadn't expected him to be the prince.

"You are quite the bold one, admitting that you have read a forbidden book." Satan pauses for one moment before speaking, "But I must admit, I have read it too. I can't say I feel any sympathy for the blind prince, if only he could've seen the man who he loved, maybe it would've been a different story."

His expression, rather cold from the outside, is warmer than usual as he speaks. You nodded, speaking up. The sudden shift in Satan's attitude hadn't gone unnoticed by you. "And of course, the musician could see. The piece he had written out for the prince and him only... the piano sheets were written in the book and I am truly amazed at how beautiful it was." You sighed dreamily. "For our tale will never end in love. The name of the ballade was… fairy tale, right?"

"Yes, I believe 'fairy tale' is the name of the ballade. As if fate was mocking those who read it. Quite the wise of choice of name if I may speak." If it wasn't for the expressionless and masquerade mask, it would be possible to tell exactly how intrigued Satan actually is by the conversation; he might have even chuckled.

"Quite informant, my lord. I wonder how vast your library and how powerful your connections are." You chuckled, teasing him just the slightest. If the noble in front of you could have his hands on a forbidden book, you wondered what else he could do with his power. He raised his eyebrows, however the action was hidden beneath the mask. "Are you impressed by such things?"

"Who knows, my lord." You turned away from his prying eyes, a smile pulling up to your lips. "A wise and knowledgeable man such as you must have travelled a lot, am I correct?"

"Yes, my lord/lady. However, I have only travelled a little." he shook his head bitterly. "I live quite the secluded life, you see, I have been on a couple of... diplomatic missions. However, the most I've travelled is in and out of the palace library. I still read about distant lands and people and learn of their ways and customs. Though I am no longer allowed outside of our kingdom or this castle." he looks rather saddened by this comment. "My family has quite the power, and after my oldest brother, I would be the most suitable to take over. If he were to somehow die, I would be the first in line to take over our family, based on our parents' will. That would put a target on my back so my mother and father don't allow me out of the castle and our kingdom anymore."

"What a bitter tale, my lord. This reminded me of the tale of the magician who escaped the life of nobles and once his family took a hold of him again, he was forced to live a life of isolation until he was in power. And until then, his only escapism of this cruel reality were books." Your frowned at that. "And yet, all along, he knew that these books could only give him a semblance of reality."

"You mean 'The Mad Magician'? Were you aware that this book has been written based on true stories?" He asked, interested. You knew so many books didn't you? Perhaps you were more interesting than you let on. And in that moment, the mask on your face was looking more like an obstacle than anything else. What a mystery you were.

"There are days I could relate to that story." He pauses, a bittersweet smile forming on his face. "Sometimes I dream about leaving the castle, running away with nothing but the clothes on my back and whatever books I can carry, and never look back." he laughs, but there's a sadness to it.

You frowned at that. You knew how strict most royal families were, but to this extent? Perhaps if you knew more about his title and just who he was, you could have a better grasp. Before you could speak up, he did. "I often think of what would happen to me if my eldest brother is gone, will my life be any better? And as much as I try to despise him, I imagine that I would feel empty without him. The imagination of not having him is quite saddening, as much as I hate to admit it."

"You know, my lord," You paused, wondering how to word it. "Perhaps one day we can go on adventures together, and remake our favorite scenes in books."

"That sounds… appealing… we could explore the world and escape, even for a little while." Satan's eyes lit up. "To be free from our duties, our restrictions and to just explore… it's an alluring prospect, indeed."

"And perhaps, we can begin by sharing our full names, by taking our masks off." A smile tugged up to your lips. "After all, we have spoken of forbidden book and romance, this wouldn't change a thing, would it?"

You were caught off guard as Satan stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He grasped your hands in his and brought it to his mask, a smile finally gracing his cold demeanor. He allowed you to take it off, relishing in the way your eyes widened. You were talking to the prince all this time and only now you understood. "If our secrets are to be told, then I believe we should start with our faces. Now may I see yours, my lord/lady? What is it that I ought to call you?"

Your mouth fell agape and your hands went to your mask, but before you could take it off, hurried footsteps approached. A deep voice spoke up, and you could identify those intense red eyes anywhere. The crown prince, Lucifer. "It seems that you have taken your mask off before the due time, Satan." He gave you a passing glance before motioning for Satan to put it back up. "No matter, come with me quickly, it is about time we reveal who you are."

There was no room for objection as Lucifer walked back inside the ballroom, expecting Satan to follow. Just as things were going well, the eldest had to ruin it for him again. He put his mask back on, giving you a warm smile and nod of the head before leaving. That night, you left a black lotus in the balcony where you stood. And going home, you thought he would never know you.

Little did you know, you didn't go home alone that night.

But as time passed, you would notice lotuses appearing on your balcony. Each time on top of a new book, sometimes even forbidden books. Perhaps the ball wasn't as fruitless as it seemed, because soon enough, letters arrived too.

happy birthday Satan, our little ball of wrath.

Black Lotus: I came up with this book very randomly and chose this name because black lotus symbolizes death, and rebellion.

p.: And after two weeks of receiving endless flowers, a majestic carriage stopped in front of your castle/palace/mansion/place. You can decide how it went :)

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antiromanticbaby · 6 months

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I did ittttt

Me saying smth and actually doing it for once? That's some Solomon charm right there...

It starts out as an incredibly sweet gesture...

... only to turn into an unbelievably tempting offer~

... only to leave me questioning Solomon's true intentions.

I have a somewhat difficult time believing he would "never" do that to us.

Not that I'd be complaining lol

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antiromanticbaby · 6 months

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Ohhh, then I can't wait for you to write more 🔥

Ikr, but try to keep the motivation high, I really want to see more of your works!

-~♡

Thank you so much, I will do my best!! Having your anons already motivated me a lot <33

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Trapped - Yandere! Solomon

Yandere!Solomon x GN!reader

[✧] ー inspired by this post/chat. Includes hints to my own lores, comment if you were interested <3.

Summary: Solomon decided that shrinking you and keeping you in a world of make belief isn't that bad of an idea. Similar to: Pink Paradise - Asmodeus contains: possessive and overprotective Solomon. Mc/you are not present, just solomon rambles. You can listen to: le monde - richard carter? Not proof read

YOU were such a temptation.

And Solomon had to tame you before you tamed him. He wasn't going to allow the past repeat itself. To have you, his throne, ripped away from him? No, he wowould never allow it. He was fool onced, he wouldn't be fooled twice. Those crooked smile and bright eyes with sin filling them up with light. There used to be a time where those full of light eyes fooled him too, but those days had come to an end.

He was a sheep whom had survived these demons, and was a sheep, after surviving thede demons, truly a sheep? The answer is obvious.

Solomon, the well known sorcerer, wise and witty. He used to be young too, but now he is no more a fool. Back then he was set on exploring the world as the fool, and now he was the wise sorcerer. Yet you were still the fool, the sheep. And these demons wanted you, because you were a pure sheep who would never get the chance to understand these worlds due to your mortality. Oh what a chain mortality was, not allowing you to fully grasp your life. But he would do something for that, before these demons decided it was the end.

You were so painfully oblivious, always choosing them over him. He was sick of it. Solomon was sick of you choosing demons over him, the human, your human. You weren't there thousands and thousands of years ago, when demons roamed the human world freely, when he was still a pure child hidden in the basement. And those oh so pure eyes of his, observing everything from his place in the basement... he didn’t want to be petty, but could anyone blame him? After everything he saw and experienced? You only saw Devildom, and that was also when lord Diavolo is the de facto king. Where were you when His Majesty Baphomet ruled? His Highness Baal? And way before that?

You only saw the mask these demons, these wolves wore. You poor little lamb, he had to protect you all the time didn't he? He had to keep protecting you, or else you'd run back into the arms of those 'sweet' little demons of yours again and again. They would take and take and take, until you were no more. And only then will you run back to him. It was truly unfair, because you didn't even acknowledge it.

It's alright. He would protect you, he had to protect you.

Hence why you were here now. This Trarium suitted your taste perfectly, you'd love it. Sending a text to you about it as a joke was prefectly fine, because you wouldn't suspect that he would actually do it. Shrink you? You wouldn't believe it. He was always a man of jokes, this would be no different for you. But for him, it was like hearing 'yes' to wedding proposal. Now that he thought about it, he would shrink a ring and put it there too. You would have all the time in the world to explore and find that ring.

He smiled as he read over your texts, sending one real quick. He was waiting for you at home eagerly. First he would analyze your reaction to the Trarium, and then he will bring up his 'joke' again. It didn't matter what you said though, he had already prepared everything. Your death was ready to be faked, and your existence was already wiped from the mind of all your human friends and family. He hoped you would give him consent, because he would hate to force you. Still, if you didn't give him consent, he would do it.

This was for your own good.

Your destiny was his, you two were made for each other. You just had to realize it the hard way.

Oh how romantic it would be for the two of you to take loving walks in this world where he was the god again, where he could be the king again. And the demon brothers, the prince or his steward wouldn't be there to whisk you away.

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