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#even if you don't ship these two. you have to admit that Solomon is so fun to have around

wepsi · 2 years

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Obey me brothers playing Stardew Vally!

Another day another fanfic, as someone with 500 hours in stardew I love this game and would love to imagine the om bros playing it with you! Part 2 up now

He would prefer just playing with you and him, he doesn't need to deal with his brothers outside of reality.

Spends his time either in the mines or fishing because it's relaxing.

Will slay monsters for you in the mines, and protect you.

Gets mad if he ever dies, it hurts his pride.

Always got mad at Levi for yelling at his game too loud, well...now he gets it even if he never will admit it.

Takes good care of his dog, names it Cerberus and never lets his water bowel go empty.

"Don't worry my dear, these pathetic slimes will not harm a hair on your head."

Will be ALL OVER THE PLACE in the game, boy has energy for years

Will do any and every aspect of stardew that even remotely made money.

make sure your money is separate or he will spend it all!

Even with all his money making activities he still somehow find a way to be glued to you.

Excitedly tells you how much he made from the shipping bin (please tell him he did a good job)

Never sells straight to the store will always put everything in a shipping bin to see all the cash rack up at the end of the day.

Will definitely get married with you in game and have kids <3

"AHAHAHA The great mammon made 30,000 today, aren't cha proud of me?"

Levi probably has a ungodly amount of hours in this game and know every single thing about it, at this point he's just seeing how fast he can finish everything.

Won't spoil the game for you but will give you hints to the right direction (green is lucky bet on that color).

Good at every aspect of the game, mining? fishing? foraging? farming? ranching? he's got it all.

You honestly don't even need to try in this game he will spoil you and shower you in whatever you wanted.

His favorite character is Abigail, purple haired gamer girl yes please, whom he always romanced before meeting you.

When you get jealous and upset after learning that, he shyly presents the wedding ring he grinded the mines for (prismatic shards are hard to come by!).

"Um... here's a wedding ring. Nononono I'm not proposing this is to get the last stardrop in the game I swear! (blushes madly behind the screen glad you couldn't see him)"

You know this man will be obsessed with his pet cat, petting it every day and making sure the water bowel is full like his life depended on it.

Dies of cuteness everytime the cat snuggled with him in bed.

Waiting for that [pet]loves you note to appear and it makes him so happy.

Spends most of his time looking for books and reading them in game at the library.(who actually reads those in game? he does!)

From reading all the wiki he knows literally everything about the game as well, will spoil the game.

"Did you know in the fair if you bet on green you will have a 75% chance of winning?"

Spends his time befriending and chatting up all the npcs, so confusing why they don't like him from the get go because of his dazzling beauty!

Will spends YEARS on character customization

Also spends his time getting all the clothes and accessories, because he has to change up his beautiful look every now and then!

Will marry you to constantly give you a bunch of kisses!!! <3

Will also do the unspeakable with you every night XD thankfully you can only have two kids in stardew.

Somehow becomes best friends with emily and the wizard to change his look whenever he wants (befriending sorcerers is just his thing ig.

If he wasn't dating you he would be flirting with every npc until the fateful scene lol

"Hailey is so mean to me! >:( She must be jealous of my mesmerizing looks! Now never mind that my darling come give me a kisssss."

You had to get Solomon to open a portal to the kitchen cabinet so he doesn't constantly get up to go eat

The only brother beside Levi that actually farms so he can get ingredients

Gets the Kitchen upgrade first thing and cooks and eats all day in the game even if his energy is full, eating in game also makes him hungry in real life EVERY TIME

Hangs out at Gus all day, probably eating Gus out of his business as well

Gave his character a mouth so he can eat (haha so cute)

Will want to play with Belphie and you and present you guys with new recipes he cooked.

"I cooked 2000 survival burgers today would you like some?"

Why sleepy?because it rhymes with Belphie! Actually he mistyped when he feel asleep halfway through the customization and went with it.

Only playing because you and Beel asked him

Wanted to wear matching outfits with Beel, or is he too lazy to pick his own we will never know

Will nap all day in game and in real life as well, you keep having to get up and go to his computer to hit ok for the next day

The times he is awake he will probably follow you and Beel around to cheer you guys on whatever it is that you're doing

His favorite part is when you snuggle in bed with him at the end of each day in game.

"Come and snuggle with me...actually just turn off the game and snuggle with me in real life I'm getting lonely here."

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atsushimis · 28 days

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Can we request the same prompt for characters from different characters? Can we request characters from different characters in a request? Can we request characters reacting to reader or s/o having suicidal thoughts? Are there any poly ships x reader (for all fandoms you write) you like to write? Would you write spanking, shibari, voice kink, Dom/Sub, and praise kink for gn reader or s/o? Would you write for these characters listed below 👇

BG3 : Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor

BSD : Dazai, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Fyodor, Sigma, Oda, and Fukuzawa

JJK : Toji, Gojou, Choso, and Nanami

Obey Me : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael

Genshin : Diluc, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Baizhu, Al-Haitham, Wriothesley, and Neuvillette

Honkai Star Rail : Sampo, Jing Yuan, Welt, Blade, Dan Heng, Sunday, Boothill, and Gallagher

Thanks!

hi!! i meant to answer this yesterday but forgot ): my apologies!

ONE !! i am fine with requests with the same prompts for different characters & vice versa! i actually don't mind it and really enjoy it ^^ you can even request characters from different fandoms for the prompt as well if it's multiple characters you have in mind

TWO !! i don't mind writing characters x reader with suicidal thoughts, tendencies, etc as long as it's not fetishized or anything just morbid.

THREE !! hmm it really depends! i personally don't have any major poly ships x reader, maybe hualian, soukoku, renheng, kavetham - since i can see myself writing those more but other than that i just write whoever comes to mind!

FOUR !! i don't know if this is the same anon but i did say in a previous ask that i am pretty much open to writing ANY kinks / turn ons as long as it's nothing weird or just gross. i am pretty comfortable writing about voice kink, size kink, dom / sub, praising, etc! i will admit i am new to shibari but i wouldn't deny it! i love learning and improving and i am a hands on learner so it would help greatly if i could write it more!

FIVE !! i don't mind writing for all the characters you listed anon! i am still some what new to baldurs gate so any characters outside of the main companions ( astarion, gale, wyll, shadowheart, etc ) i will admit might be ooc but i will try my best to write them! but other than that i am fine with all them ^^ and even if i am not used to writing some of the characters as mentioned - i will never refuse to write them since i want to write my best for the characters <3

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ruewrites · 2 years

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Thrones are Built on Lies Chapter 21: Follow the Siren's Song

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 5036

Warning: None

A/N:

*Realizes it's been a little over two months since I updated*

*Realizes I left it unupdated at a very mean cliff hanger*

*Realizes I put a chapter cap but no update*

Sorry guys. I didn't mean to leave you hanging! I hope you can forgive me! I also hope that you continue to enjoy these last couple chapters as well as the journey! We're almost there!

Comments are appreciated!

"Your poor handsome face."

Solomon wiggled his fingers. They stuck outside both the cast and sling, and if he was being honest, they felt naked. Luckily, the healer had been able to doctor up his injuries a bit, but he would still need time to rest and recover. In the meantime, he had a rather diligent husband looking after him.

"Barbatos feels absolutely terrible, you know," Asmodeus said. His delicate hands removed his bandages, ready to wipe away any filth and fix him up with new ones.

"It isn't his fault."

"That's what I told him, but he won't have it." Asmo huffed and dabbed a wet rag over his wounds, "He promises that he'll make it up to us, but I said the only thing I will accept from him is him not blaming himself!"

"Kind of like how you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened to Diavolo?"

"Hush."

Solomon chuckled as Asmo pecked his lips. He then switched to drying off the areas he'd made wet so he could apply the bandages. At least his hands weren't shaking anymore, and his lip wasn't trembling at the idea of 'what if?'. They hadn't brought up Azazel in a while now. No one had. Solomon concluded that he was still MIA.

No one had heard him.

No one had seen him.

And this had Solomon on edge.

Azazel had made one last threat against Solomon's new family, and even with his absence he still managed to hurt Asmodeus. It wasn't fair, and Solomon was going to make him pay.

Solomon watched as Asmo stood and walked towards a little tray with food on it. "You must be hungry, right darling?" he asked, rolling the cart closer.

"I am feeling a little peckish, especially since someone insists I still rest in our room this morning," Solomon leaned against the counter and smirked. He knew he still looked like hell despite the fixing up, but for whatever reason, Asmo still seemed to find him incredibly attractive. There were still kisses at all hours of the day, and excuses made to touch him. Although, Asmo never really needed an excuse to touch him.

Asmo didn't entertain him with a response. Instead he held a fork of food up to his mouth, "Say 'Ah'."

Oh, Solomon adored him. He wasn't going to complain about being fed in the slightest. It made things easier for him, and Asmo seemed to think he was absolutely adorable when being spoon-fed.

"I must admit, the table is a little easier to sit at the table with Uncle gone," Asmodeus said, "I never realized how hard it was to breathe with him around until he was gone, it's exactly how father made me feel."

Solomon wasn't going to tell Asmo that Azazel was still suffocating him. "I can only imagine how your father made you feel." he used his uninjured hand to caress Asmo's cheek. He leaned into his touch without hesitation, long eyelashes fluttering, and he sought comfort in Solomon. "I'm sorry I ever entertained either of them."

"We wouldn't be here now if you hadn't."

"It was still awful of me."

Asmo opened his eyes and moved forward to kiss him. His lips were incredibly soft and tasted of honey. He was right; they wouldn't be together if Solomon hadn't agreed to the late king's terms back before love even entered the equation back before it snuck upon him. But he also hadn't had any reason to get comfortable with Azazel. Well, he had had a reason, but not one he looked back on fondly now.

"Stop blaming yourself," Asmo whispered, "I don't like it."

"I'm going to do plenty of things you don't like in my lifetime darling."

"True, but you're giving yourself tension, and tension leads to wrinkles," his voice came out in a sing-song manner; it was playful. And Solomon couldn't help the smirk that came onto his face.

"And do you know a way to relieve tension?"

Asmo was already making himself comfortable in his lap. Oh he never imagined that he'd ever feel so giddy over such sultry acts. The way Asmo looked down at him had him excited. There was a twinkle in his eye, one he'd become very accustomed to on their wedding night, and the day after. He probably would have had more time too if Azazel hadn't interrupted them.

"I know plenty of ways to relieve tension," he purred, fingers brushing back some of Solomon's hair, "I think all of them are fun."

Solomon's hand snaked down and grabbed at his ass. He had a very nice one, and Solomon was more than happy to paw at it, "Show me then."

"With pleasure."

They came together so easily, as if they were one being. Asmo's fingers were working the buttons of his shirt with amazing skill as he himself moved up into Asmo teasingly. Asmodeus formed a hurricane inside of him, one that could switch his mood from solemn to giddy without any effort at all. The marks from their first coupling still hadn't faded and served as wonderful reminders. They were poems inked on skin, lovely promises, and temporary reminders. Solomon was drunk off of them. Memories came flooding back into his mind, sending him into a state of euphoria he didn't even know he could reach.

He squeezed tighter before letting his fingers dance up his lover's spine, and his body reacted in the most lovely way. Everything was going swimmingly, that was until he felt the pressure on his shoulder, quickly reminding him that not only was his arm broken, but his shoulder had been dislocated at some point. A yelp left him, dissolving into a hiss as he leaned back against the chair.

"Sorry!" Asmo was quick to apologize, peppering the side of Solomon's face and his shoulder with kisses, "Stupid Uncle, still ruining my fun even after he vanished. Are you alright darling? I didn't make matters worse did I?"

Solomon hummed, forcing his body to relax under Asmo's gentle ministrations. Anxiety was prickling the edges of Asmo's voice, he had his own scars from Azazel as Solomon did. He wanted to be the definition of perfection, absolute perfection. It would take a long time to drain the poison Azazel had dripped into his mind. Asmo was already perfect to him, and he would continue to be perfect no matter what. Besides, this little hiccup was Solomon's own fault for being a little too eager. He needed to give his body time to heal and then he could express himself properly to his husband. But that didn't mean he had to cut himself off. No. He would indulge every second he had with Asmodeus. "I do have some reading to complete if you'd like to stay where you are. We can figure out our other matters later."

He couldn't tell if he was getting closer or farther away from finding a more permanent cure for the poison seeping through Diavolo's veins. But he'd be damned before he stopped here. When words started to blur together, and language lost its meaning, the spine of the book in his hands hit the desk with a thump, and his head nestled its way between Asmo's shoulders. He needed to find a cure. He needed to… to…

Asmo had gotten up from his lap and moved behind him. His fingers kneaded into tight muscles, careful of his injured shoulder this time around. It felt good, really good. A sigh left his lips and his head lolled back into Asmo. A giggle left his husband's lips, and the hand on his injured shoulder moved up into his hair.

Oh god.

Now this, this felt incredibly nice.

“You’re adorable,” Asmo murmured, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away. Solomon almost couldn’t believe the whine that had left his own mouth, as he reached out for his partner to stay. While the old him would have been embarrassed, he didn’t feel a thing but yearning. He was a different man from when he had first arrived in Arcadia. He had to wonder if Asmo underwent some sort of change too. “I’m just going to go get a hot towel or two for your shoulder, It’ll make you feel a lot better.”

Solomon’s eyes followed him, even as Asmo threw him a wink before giggling and disappearing around the door frame. His head lulled back and his eyes shut. What had he even read just a few moments ago? All he could picture were sunset eyes that cast fire upon every inch of his body they fell upon, lips softer than the finest silk he could buy, and hair strung with gold.

A soft sigh left his lips. Whatever was he going to do with him?

“Well, don’t you look pampered.”

Solomon let his eyes opened and glanced over to Simeon as he stepped into the room. Luke was trailing not too far behind, carrying a stack of folded scrolls and a quill in his tiny arms. It was almost comical. Luke was so tiny, one day he would no longer be small but those days were far far away.

“And I’m happy to feel pampered, I feel like I was trampled by a thousand horses.”

“So you’re not feeling any better?” Luke piped up. He looked more worried than Solomon had ever seen him before, young blue eyes growing five times their normal size. “Are you ever going to get better? Is your arm going to be like that forever?”

“Now Luke-”

“I’ll be fine. I’m already feeling better than I was,” Solomon assured, “Asmodeus is taking wonderful care of me. As you can see, I am being perfectly pampered as Simeon said.” He didn’t want Luke to worry. Apparently chaos had erupted when he had emerged from the caverns, and Luke had been absolutely mortified. He had no doubt that they were both worried they had lost him, just as Asmodeus had been.

Simeon looked skeptical, one brow raised. Solomon could feel his contradictions before he even opened his mouth. “You feel better despite feeling like you were trampled by a thousand horses?”

“Well before it was ten thousand horses.”

“That’s a lot of horses.” Luke set the scrolls down and started organizing them. Were they notes for Simeon or recipes from Barbatos? Perhaps they were both, Solomon couldn’t say.

“It sure is, and my husband has managed to wrangle them all.”

Simeon moved to his opposite side,taking a seat next to the window, “I bet you feel very lucky to have married him then.”

“Incredibly lucky,” Solomon agreed, “As I am also lucky to have friends like you and Luke by my side.”

Simeon smiled, and for the first time Solomon took note of the signs of exhaustion on his face. What had his friends been through? What hardships had they endured for the sake of his own ambition? Had they been able to adjust in Arcadia as well as he thought they had?

“I would agree that you are very lucky indeed, so lucky in fact that Luke and I decided to bring you a present to help with your recovery.”

Luke dropped something onto the desk, making Solomon turn his head. On the table laid a book, beautifully bound with a mahogany cover and golden threads. He recognized this book.

“Simeon said this was your favorite story,” Luke chirped, “Did we get the right one? Is it really your favorite?”

Solomon smiled fondly, tracing the cover with his fingers. Memories came flooding back of the stories within. This book had fueled Solomon’s imagination, and looking back memories with this book were the only times Solomon could recall that he had truly ever felt like a child.

“It is, I adored this one when I was a child. Wherever did you manage to find it?”

He would have to share it with Asmodeus.

“There was a tiny bookshop in the marketplace, we stopped by when we were out buying ingredients for Luke’s latest masterpiece,” Simeon explained.

Luke nodded along in agreement, “Will it help you feel better?”

“You know what? I think it will. Thank you, both of you. I’ll have Asmodeus read it to me every night from here on out, just like I had when I was about your age Luke.”

Luke’s face immediately lit up, any trace of worry had left his body, “Did you hear that Simeon? I bet Solomon only feels like he got run over by five hundred horses now! Just you wait Solomon! We’re going to help take care of you too! I’m going to get Barbatos to help me bake a cake just for you tomorrow! When we’re finished you’ll barely even feel like you were run over by one horse!”

Alas if broken bones were only that easy to heal, but all the same, Solomon couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Luke’s ramblings. When he was finally finished looking through the books before him, he would have his husband read to him as a treat. He had such a lovely voice after all. Perhaps one day Luke and Simeon could listen to him read as well. His husband was talented, and Solomon wanted to show him off in any way he could. Not only that, but Solomon would get to share something incredibly important with Asmodeus, something that had probably contributed to shape Solomon in one way or another. Inside the bindings of the book were fantastic tales of magic, adventure, and peril, surely it had some hand in the way Solomon turned out. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to deny.

This book had been an important part of his childhood. Maybe, well, perhaps if Solomon managed to find an heir for his own throne one day he’d share it with them. Perhaps he and Asmodeus would take turns reading aloud, or maybe they would prefer to read it quietly in the confines of their room by themself under the light of the moon as Solomon had all those years ago.

Solomon had craved and yearned for adventure back then, and now it seemed that he finally got his wish in a rather roundabout way. Although the author of his own story had yet to conclude his epic. How would his story conclude? Would he get a happy ending just like the heroes in his stories? Did he deserve a happy ending?

***

"So you really didn't know what was up here?"

"I knew Uncle had his own study, but I assumed he just had personal copies of texts, but I wasn't even aware that some of these scripts existed."

Satan thumbed through one of the books, eyes glossing over the text as he went. He looked perplexed, and appeared to reread the sentence he was on a few times, "They certainly never mentioned any of this in our lessons."

Solomon hoped that Satan's eyes might be able to help him find the missing piece he was looking for, but a part of him had also apparently hoped he would never have to come back to this room. Nausea was bubbling up in his stomach and his eyes quickly gazed over the case he now knew to be a hidden door. His arm tingled, and part of him remained on edge, waiting for the monster he'd encountered to burst into the room sending splinters raining upon him. It had been at least a week now hadn't it? Why did these thoughts still plague him?

Parts of the underground system had become off-limits since Azazel's disappearance. Anything that was not absolutely needed for travel had been blocked for everyone's safety. Lucifer had mentioned he’d prefer if no one traveled below, even if it was inconvenient, and for certain doors to remain locked. This room would be next, Lucifer had given them enough time to root through the books and that was it. So why did he still feel so uneasy?

"Would you mind helping me organize these books in the library?" Satan's voice brought him out of his haze slightly, but a part of him still remained behind, "Of course we have to look over all of them first, but it would help to have more than one pair of eyes."

"No, I wouldn't."

Solomon hoped his smile was genuine. He didn't want to begin describing what was running through his head. How could he even begin to describe what was running through his head? He hadn't really gone through any of it in detail with anyone. Not even Asmo. How could you tell someone what horrible monster was left behind of their father even if he was a monster to begin with? It was a terrible situation no matter which way it was spun, and he had to live through it. Would Azazel have turned him into one of those things? Of course he would have, Azazel had wanted an army, he wanted control. Asmodeus and Belphegor had different roles to play-

No.

No, he couldn't let his mind wander. Thinking of Asmodeus in a position like that. It wasn't right for him. How many times would Azazel drag him around in a ruse? How many kings would Asmo be made to put on a show for? How many performances of "Lilith" would it take before he broke? He could picture the unkind men, men who he had been no different from. They would be nothing but a pack of wolves ready to devour his little bunny, and Solomon would be nothing more than a lifeless puppet. The thoughts were too heavy to bear.

Bile rose in his throat.

If everyone else was out of the way, what was to stop Azazel from beating Asmodeus into submission once more? What if he murdered him just as he had murdered the real Lilith?

And Solomon would be helpless to all of it. He wanted to be there for his partner, and he couldn't do that if he was a mindless monster under Azazel's thumb.

He had already been a mindless monster under Azazel's thumb at one point.

Maybe coming up here had been a bad idea. After today, Solomon didn't think he would come up here ever again if he could avoid it. The room reeked of evil, and it reminded him too much of his own shortcomings. Asmo didn't want him taking on guilt, true, but he also couldn't help it. There was so much he could have done. So much he could have prevented. Maybe Asmo shouldn't have married him.

Solomon reached for yet another book on the shelf. As soon as he pulled it back a scroll rolled down and fell at his feet. Despite being hidden behind the bookshelf, it looked rather pristine. There wasn't a single crinkle or tear in the parchment itself, and upon further inspection the writing remained unsmudged.

"What is that?" Satan peered over his shoulder, eyes scanning over the paper. The words were familiar.

Why would Azazel have this tucked away where it couldn't be easily accessed?

The memory came back in drips. A day that Solomon also didn't want to remember, a day that was supposed to be beautiful and happy. A voice clung to the words on the paper, softly at first. It clawed its way from the back of his mind until it consumed his thoughts. Why didn't he think about this sooner? Everything was right under his nose. Everything!

He was nothing but a man blinded by ambition. A fool's king.

He rolled the scroll up, and looked Satan in the eye, "I need to speak with Asmodeus."

***

The twins sat close to Asmo. Belphegor had seemed to be avoiding him before when Solomon first arrived (if not acting outright hostile), but now things seemed to be settling if not settled. As much as Solomon needed to speak with his spouse, it didn't seem like it would be possible to tear him away from the conversation he was currently engaged in.

"I hope he starves down there. He should rot and never be allowed to see the light of day ever again. He deserves to suffer for what he did to Lilith," Belphie was gripping the table tightly in his hand so hard that Solomon swore he could see each of the individual bones in his fingers, "He killed her. He killed her and replaced her."

"He didn't care. He never cared," Asmo's face looked green. Solomon would have to check in with him after they were finished talking. Azazel had hurt the family so much, Asmo deserved time to talk about it.

Beel's eyes were fixed squarely to the table, "I was supposed to go out with her that day, we were going to go to the market together."

Solomon hadn't heard Beel speak much during his time in Arcadia, he hadn't seen much of the twins at all, but in this moment where Belphie carried anger and resentment, Beelzebub looked defeated and broken. From what Solomon gathered he was a boulder of a man, strong, and seen as fit to stay close to Lucifer's side when he became king. But now he was crumbling.

"If we had gone… Maybe she- Maybe he wouldn't have-"

"Maybe he wouldn't have just stopped at one on that day. Maybe he would have done the same thing to you that he had done to our wretch of a father," Belphie spat, "He would have killed any of us without remorse, he made that clear."

"He did have a talent for saying unkind things, and committing even crueler acts." Maybe Solomon was focusing a bit too much on his husband. There was a chance he had become hyper analytic of his actions, but the way Asmo rubbed his hands and arms as he spoke made Solomon's blood boil.

"Because he is the scum of the earth. Do you want to know what he said to me once?" The laugh that left Belphie chilled Solomon straight to his core, "Listen to this, he told me that two is a blessing, you never need two, but you have one just in case something happens to the other.”

His grip on the table loosened, and for a second his eyes betrayed how weakness had consumed his body, "He never cared about us, neither did father. We were nothing but easily disposable pawns."

His body fell forward slightly before he caught himself.

"Belphie," Asmo's voice fell flat, as silence stretched between the three youngest siblings, "I think, maybe you should go rest now. Do you need help walking back to your room?"

"I've got it, I think you have someone waiting for you."

Beel nodded towards Solomon. Had he been that noticeable? He wasn't trying to be. Although he didn't want to sneak around either. Solomon lifted his hand to wave as the twins stood to leave. Embarrassment gripped at his stomach and rose up to his cheeks for every second that eyes were on him. Asmo seemed hesitant to leave at first, but as soon as Belphegor waved him off that hesitation disappeared.

"Oh! Darling, do you need anything? Does your arm ache? Do I need to fetch a healer?"

Solomon laughed lightly as Asmo pressed a hand to his forehead. He had no idea what that had to do with his arm, but Asmo was displaying concern, and Solomon wasn't about to mock him for it. Instead, he took Asmo's hand in his own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. His skin felt warm against his chilled lips, like the summer sun melting away the last of winter's frost and bringing him to life.

"There's actually something important I'd like to discuss with you, or I believe it to be important, I'm unsure."

He undid the scroll and laid it flat on the table, "You recognize this don't you?"

Asmo's eyes glanced over the words before furrowing his brow and looking at Solomon, "Of course I know it, it's the same ballad I told you about before. The one with the two lovers and the Heart."

Of course it was. At first Solomon had believed it was nothing more than a mere legend, simple fantasy. But what if the song really did hold some truths to it? Maybe he was being desperate, grasping at any straw he could to save Diavolo. But then again, why would Azazel hide something of such little importance? Maybe it was one last way to mess with his mind, to toy with him, or maybe it was as important as he thought it was.

"Have you really forgotten about it already? Is your memory really that short or did Uncle hit you harder than we thought?" One of Asmo's well manicured fingers pressed directly into the center of his forehead. The feeling alone sent something through him. It tingled and warmed him. It thrilled and excited him. It calmed and grounded him.

He took Asmo's hand and pressed his lips against his knucked, and allowed his face to rest against his skin. "No, that's not it. I just wanted to make sure I was thinking about the right thing is all."

And now that he knew it was the right thing he could take his suspicions to Lucifer.

"Why take an interest in it now?"

"Why are you so inquisitive today?"

"We're married!" Asmo wrapped his arms around Solomon's and pulled, "You should be telling me everything."

"Everything eh?"

"Yes."

"Even what I ate for lunch yesterday?"

Solomon couldn't help but laugh at Asmo's pout, "Yes. Everything!"

"So a man can't have his secrets?"

"Solomon!"

"Alright, alright," he pecked Asmo's cheek and stayed close, "I understand. I'm still figuring it out but I promise that I'll tell you once I understand yeah?"

Asmodeus leaned into him with a sigh, "I suppose that is acceptable."

"Wonderful, now would you mind telling me about the story once more?"

***

Lucifer's hands were folded over each other in thought, his face barely illuminated by candle light. He hadn't spoken in a while, eyes deep in thought. When he did, his voice was quiet. Barbatos was making himself as small as possible, quickly and quietly refilling and replacing teacups, reheating lukewarm tea, and cleaning the remains of snack trays. The slight tremor in his hand was barely noticeable. Solomon wondered what could be the cause of it. His thoughts jumped from Diavolo’s condition down to what had happened to himself. Whatever the case, Barbatos refused to let anything else bubble to the surface that might betray his anxieties.

"You're sure about this?"

"As sure as I can be," Solomon hoped he sounded more confident than he felt. He could be wrong. Incredibly wrong. But what other choice did they have? There was no other possible cure, and the one he had concocted was temporary.

"I don't know about this,” Diavolo’s phantom form was haunting. The poison had been slowed, but it was still aiming to claim its victim, “We blocked off unneeded pathways for a reason. I’m not too fond of the idea of you possibly going down there and getting hurt in the name of a false hope.”

“And I’m not too fond of the idea of standing idling by while I continue to watch you waste away,” Lucifer retorted, turning to meet Diavolo’s gaze. Solomon had never heard him sound so stern with Diavolo before. It felt wrong for him to be here now, he was an intruder, this wasn’t a moment he was meant to witness. Looking at him now, Solomon wondered if Lucifer was holding his breath through his words, “I can’t do that. Not when I know I could save you.”

Diavolo slowly reached for him, taking Lucifer’s hand and squeezing with what strength he still had, “I know love, but you are a king of a great nation, your people will need you.”

“And you are my world and I need you.”

Something flickered in Diavolo’s eyes, even if only for a moment. It wasn’t quite sadness, it was deeper than that, so much deeper. His grip loosened but Lucifer refused to let go. His other hand joined the embrace and he placed it over his own heart. They belonged together, they truly did, and Solomon swore he would do anything to keep them this way, to save Diavolo’s life.

Diavolo chuckled, “You’re such a stubborn man.”

“You have the audacity to say that to me? With how you yourself are?”

Even now they found time to banter.

“Barbatos will take marvelous care of you until I come back. He always does.”

“Of course, he always has. And you will come back to us.”

“I will, just as I will return to your side later tonight and be here when you wake in the morning,” Lucifer’s voice was barely a whisper now, kissing Diavolo’s knuckles as his head hit the pillows behind him, “For now, Solomon and I have plans to make.”

They certainly did, and Solomon was afraid that he would have no idea where to start.

He was betting everything he had on a hunch, and in the end a hunch was all they had.

***

Two lovers and a bond between them so strong that it defies reality as we know it. Within death they find rebirth. No matter how many different iterations have been passed down through the years, those two themes are a common factor. While I am still skeptical about the truth behind the story, I do believe that the Heart lies within the caverns below, and that if it is invoked, it can call forth powerful magic beyond comprehension. My hope is that we can use it to reverse the poison’s effects. I still have many unanswered questions, but I simply don’t have time to answer all of them. It may be as simple as asking, it may not. I have tried to find instructions within the story with little to no avail. A sacrifice and a plea are both made, neither is uncommon for strong magic, but I fear that if the exact steps are not completed our mission shall be for naught.

#ruewrites #obey me #solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #royalty!au #arranged marriage!au #tabol

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Disney songs+Dateables

Part1:

https://luxthestrange.tumblr.com/post/669474204575580160/disney-songs-3-older-brothers

Part2:

https://luxthestrange.tumblr.com/post/669568068145610752/disney-songs-younger-brothers

Diavolo: A whole New World (Classic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXTLJmYsaUQ

Lowkey Offended if you tried to take Luke to the Human world under everyone's noses and not him too, Anywho.....You two started a tad bit odd your relationship but nonetheless, He enjoys your company...he did confuse it for just simple curiosity about his obvious love for humans...plus Solomon has lied to him about human customs just to prank him-But you don't in fact your more honest to him that it's refreshing, He feels so giddy and can't stay still once he knows you coming over(Without the brothers)He can have you all to himself!-To himself?... Oh?....OH.....oh-HAHAHA!Well isn't that surprising...I gotta finish my work so that Barbatos doesn't make a move on you alone...

Barbatos: Kiss The Girl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0iB8oP8bNo

....The song is being sung by all the Lil D's CHANG MY MIND-Barbatos is curious about you how you managed to befriend so many in the Devildom, You were a tad stiff around him...perfectly understandable he DID find it a tad amusing but once you would pick luke from his baking lessons you got to see him in a new light and you started to approach him an even joined! Before he knew it You and Him took many trips around the market, had tea time together, He isn't afraid...He couldn't be at his age be acting like a youngling in puppy love, He knows about the Ship wars...Luke and the Lil's Ds...happy to know luke ships him with them and even trying to set you up(with solomon+simeon but oh well...), My dear...I'm sorry Lord Diavolo won't make it to our movie night at the castle, So it will just be you and me(He put extra work on Diavolo...)

Simeon: I See The Light

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgreNZdgdbw

Simeon has seen the good of humans and demons, And he lived ...well who knows even he doesn't remember his own age, But he was put to only observe humans customs to a minimum, When he arrived he along luke thought they have to protect this human who was kidnapped took for the exchange program But turned out you were not what angels been assuming this whole time...Your braver(stubborn), Speak your mind and heart(No filter)...and care for other beings like the 7 brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos...You even self-proclaimed became the parent of Luke and protected him when he couldn't, You make him question everything...He understands Belphegor in terms of..not being able to spend time with you more than he wished to admit...Can you please look for him again?

Solomon: Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-6DJFyVN6M

Solomon lost so much of his humanity thru the years he lived beyond that of a simple human, He became numb to the notion...and only observed from time to time his old world and the people that surround him, He loved and Lost many in his time...Sometimes even wondered if it was love at all, He thanked Asmodeus for trying to cheer him up...But the poor demon himself couldn't know what he was looking for, He admits he could have been a tad bit more friendly to you...he been so used to this aura of Controlled emotion and secrecy he kinda spooked you...funny enough you trusted the demons before himself, You reminded him so much of what it feels to be a human-He does make trouble for you just for you to spend time longer with him(guinea pig experiments)He lost his funk on how to make an actual connection...give him time, please

Luke: Baby Mine(Classic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-8MbgMS6jo

Luke knows he is young...and he hates being teased so much...so much he even ran away to the closet person he saw, You...It wasn't ideal that you at the time had to share the room with a demon...but Beel is better than the others, He did not want anything to happen to you when Lucifer found him out...He had doubts if you would save him or Beel but you confronted Lucifer the avatar of pride...One of the celestial Strongest!, He stayed at your side crying himself-no one could pry him away from you, But when you woke up and you returned his embrace and denied himself of guilt and hatred for causing you so much trouble and Beel, After that he stuck you (He imprinted)He himself....got adoption papers from the library, When the exchange was over he asked someone to take him to you just for him and you to be together but he knows he can not be there for too long or The celestial higher-ups would find out...He just wants to be his parent

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About Tom death and casual fans who don't belive in his death. I wish they kill him in more convincent way: blown him away, put 20 bullets. That nobody have doubts he is dead. I wish it was Liz in morgue not Harold. We still don't know forwhat was 10 months gap. I don't want find out reading interviews. When I watch show normaly don't do that.

Hi friend. I agree with Jen, all of the casual fans I know do not believe in Tom’s death. True, most of them do not follow any of the actors or writers or TPTB in twitter or Facebook, so they do not know about 2 cakes, or even about Ryan Eggold being cast in another show as the lead. (a NBC’s show set in NYC)

Jen approaches Tom’s death from her perspective of character analysis, and she feels (I think I correctly interpret her feelings her but feel free to correct me Jen) cheated of a show that has hope because Liz has lost her dream. Red failed his daughter by not going to extreme measures to protect Tom.

In many ways The Blacklist is a show about families and love. A family love story.

One thing that is most unbelievable to me about those who hate Tom is that they treat Red as a god, someone whose words must be followed as gospel. And that is very funny, because I have strong suspicions that they never listen to their parents, and went out with the boy or girl they parents told them not to, smoke or injected what they were told not to, and had sex when and with whom their parents told them not to. Yet they expect Liz and Tom to blindly follow what Red tells them to do. Even when Red admits to Dembe that he does not know why he cannot be honest with Liz and accepts Dembe’s accusation that he is still lying to both Liz and Tom.

At the end the most difficult thing about parenthood, and I speak of this from a distance, as I myself am not a parent, but I am a daughter, so perhaps I have a less involved perspective, is letting go. Is accepting your child has grown up, and doing a leap of trust to treating them as adults. Red has made some headway: he tells Kate that Liz is who she is, and she has chosen to remain close to the criminal side, even as she is on the other side. He calls her Elizabeth, instead of Lizzy. And he has begun to treat her chosen life partner with a semblance of civility.

And perhaps the most difficult thing to do for a parent is to accept a child’s chosen partner. To accept that regardless of such acceptance, this person is now part of ones family. That person is never who the parent would have chosen, but it is not the parent’s choice. Once children are born, that link closes. Even if the in-law leaves, the child creates a bond for life.

The wise parent accept the choice and welcomes the person into the fold.

So we know that Red could have trusted Tom as being a family member. He could have shared the identity of the bones, or he could have at least told him why he needed to keep that secret.

I do not count:

Your curiosity is understandable. A mysterious suitcasebequeathed to you by a dying woman who insists that Elizabeth must be apprisedof its contents. But what if instead of happiness or closure,giving it to her has the opposite effect?

the “what if” there pretty much sell it as a clever turn to phrase that allows Red to be honest and avoid the truth. Like “the way Sam told the story”, and denying he is Liz’s father because Sam is, yet Liz is his daughter. being honest and being truthful are not the same thing.

The reasons Red gives for not trusting Tom, that he married Liz because he fell in love with her, are very shallow, coming from a man who in appearance fell in love with a soviet soy and had a child with her, carrying the affair for at least 5 years and in theory abandoned his wife and child, and betrayed his country,

But then again, Red has apparently only trusted fully Dembe. Not even Kate knew it all: She did not know that Red is Liz’s biological father and she did not know about Dom, which means she did not know Katarina’s real identity and possible her real relationship to Red.

At the end, it was precisely that which created the big problem, because Kate thought Red was acting above his rights as Liz’s protector, not as her father.

Red has trust issues, which work perfectly well for his endeavors, but which are not good for family matters. I suspect part of Red’s secret has to do with shame or fear, which @schadenfreudequeen ‘s excellent Jungian analysis confirmed.

Most of what Red saw and feared with Tom had less to do with Tom himself, that with his feelings and unresolved issues with Katarina. Even before we learned that Katarina was a soviet covert agent, a honeytrap, I already was suspecting that Red’s feeling about it were a lot more personal than care for Liz.

Tom was a walking, talking parallel to Katarina. The show went to great lengths to pummel these parallels:

Tom is assigned to Liz.

Tom falls in love with Liz and marries her

Tom makes believe his new employer that he did so as a job, masking his true feelings

Liz finds out and stays in the marriage, doing her own spying

Liz and Tom get back together, have Agnes.

Tom is drawn into the suitcase’s business by Mr. Kaplan. He is eventually killed.

Liz finds out when she recovers from her extensive injuries that Tom is dead.

She feels unable to be a parent, consumed by anger, wanting revenge, and worried about the wellbeing of her child. She places Agnes with Scottie.

In the midst of her recovery Liz has an incident that propels her forward, one in which she has to resort to extreme violence, and continues forward.

The show also has gone to great lengths to show a fundamental difference between Red and Liz: Liz believes in getting even, and then moving on. Red cannot: he functions in that respect as a binary being: he kills or he does not.

Betraying Red carries death, or in the case of people closest to him, banishment. Liz, in a trait she shares with her mother in law, believes in punishment appropriate to the offense, and moving on. She broke Tom’s thumb, shot him 3 times, and she imprisoned him in a filthy and cold boat for 4 months, exchanging blankets and medical attention for information, and then she was able to move on. Scottie had Solomon beat him up.

I kept him prisoner in the hull of a ship andtortured him for two months, so in my book we’re even.

Can the score be even now? Can this be over?

So, where am I going with all this?

To a point that I have tried to make many times. The parallels work even better if we ask ourselves three questions:

Why is Dom’s identity such a close guarded secret?

Why does Dom have NO pictures in his house?

Why does Red have no pictures anywhere of both the blond child and of Liz? It is one or the other.

The key to the show resides in those 3 questions. Because the real identity of Katarina, her real name are of paramount importance.

I think most people imagine that Katarina is not dead. So, we have 2 fundamental aspects in which Liz’s story deviates from Red’s:

Liz was married to Tom

Tom is dead

So, can I go back now to Cape May? In his hallucination, when forced to explain the second dish on the table, he says is his wife. When he is watching Liz as Bubble girl, we have a woman seen from the waist down. Why? Why is there no residence in which Red indulges by having pictures of the blond girl, the one in the swing and of Liz? He obviously cares about both, Jennifer and Liz? Red has stressed that biological links are unimportant, that is caring for a child that makes a father, so how could be so detached from Jennifer?

And when we start to think of Dom’s relationship to Red, it is inevitable to me that we arrive at a relationship that most of us know well: in-laws. Either we are an in-law, we grow up seeing our parents relate to their in-laws, we have in-laws. Forget about the noise of the plot and watch the performance. Ask a total stranger to watch Red and Dom scene and ask them what he think the relationship is.

And so, I suspect Red was married to Katarina. Red experienced the betrayal of a spouse but was not able to move forward. Red believes that Liz is playing house with Tom, when she had him on the boat. So, watch the scenes with Carla, again forgetting about the plot. Add that they cannot express any of their real feelings and issues because they are witness. They have a few moments alone that we see: in the cabin, when we start by Carla punching Red in the mouth.

Now: If Carla is one of Katarina’s many names, then she is most certainly alive, and Red knows where she is. And Red had prevented her from coming into Liz’s life via their agreement, something Liz calls unforgivable: keeping her from her mother.

And if so, we know that Red believed her dead at some point, in all he tells Ressler and Liz, and that Katarina thought he was dead. We have a Romeo and Juliet situation.

And so now we have Liz waking up to learn Tom is dead. Do we have a direct knowledge? No. It was Harold whom we see in the morgue. We have a tombstone that reads Keen Tom.

And we have a character who learned almost all of the big secret, if not all.

Tom may be alive, and kept away for various circumstances, But if he is, he will not come back until close to the end, because he learned it all.

So the question is, is The Blacklist close to the spy genre, in which almost inevitably romance and love does not bear well, the very traits that makes a spy good prevent them from that happy family life. Or will the show be a brilliant caper, in which the protagonists will eventually walk away with the treasure?

That I do not know.

But I would say you are correct in discarding anything you have not learned from watching the show as it aired.

Tessa.

PS. I am sure Jen will have a different answer than mine. I hope she answers it too.

#The Blacklist #Keen Minds Podcast #tessa #tom keen

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