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devildomwriter · 6 months

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Their Pacts

I’ve compiled what was said when the pacts were made, when MC asked, their responses, and when and why the pacts were made.

Lucifer’s Pact

When: Chapter 20-14

Where: Lucifer’s Office

Why: It felt right to them

Who Proposed the Pact: MC though Lucifer prodded it

The Proposal:

Lucifer: “…have you done all you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business? No loose ends?”

MC: “I still haven’t made a pact with you.”

The Response:

Lucifer: “A pact, you say? I see. You’ve made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me… Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don’t know how my brothers felt about making a pact with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list. I can’t have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won’t do.”

The Pact:

Lucifer: “Now Listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me. So, what will it be? Will you make a pact with me, MC?”

—

Option 1 MC: “Yes. I’ll make a pact with you.”

Lucifer: “…Good. Then it’s done.”

Option 2 MC: “No, I don’t want a pact with you.”

Lucifer: “How unfortunate for you. Because it’s too late now.” —

Lucifer: “As of this moment, MC, you are mine.”

Mammon’s Pact

When: Chapter 2-8

Where: House of Lamentation Kitchen

Why: MC— was asked to | Mammon— to save Goldie

Who Proposed the Pact: Leviathan suggested it, MC asked

The Proposal:

MC: “Make a pact with me, Mammon.”

The Response:

Mammon: “UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool…do you actually think I’d like some human be the boss of me?”

The Pact:

Mammon: “I mean, of course I’ll make a pact with you, human! I’d be thrilled to!”

Leviathan’s Pact

When: Chapter 4-6

Where: House of Lamentation Planetarium

Why: Supposedly this pact is suggested sometime before the TSL competition but through error—possibly a translation issue—the pact is never actually proposed in-game.

Who Proposed the Pact: It was likely MC who proposed as Levi seemed annoyed by the possibility of a pact.

The Proposal: *see above*

The Response: *see above*

The Pact:

Leviathan: “…All right, look. Here’s the thing. You remember why we decided to have that competition in the first place, right? It was to see who the bigger TSL fan was. And I told you that if you won, I’d enter into a pact with you. That Little trump card you pulled out was a real dirty trick… …but a promise is a promise, after all. It really kills me to do this…it makes my stomach churn. But, I’ll keep my end of the bargain. I’ll do it. I’ll make a pact with you.”

Satan’s Pact

When: Chapter 12-10

Where: House of Lamentation Hallway

Why: MC— to free Belphegor | Satan— respect for MC

Who Proposed the Pact: The first time, MC. The following times, Satan

First Proposal: *the first proposal is in response to Asmodeus asking MC who they’d like to make a pact with next*

First Response:

Satan: “If you want to make a pact with me, it’ll cost you. A lot. Though, if you offered me your soul in return, I might consider it…”

Second Proposal: *made by Satan to annoy Lucifer*

Satan: “…Good question. What are you trying to accomplish…? Hmm, well…I guess I’ll just have to help MC too, won’t I?”

Leviathan: “Wait, you’re going to have to explain that, Satan. Are you saying that…?”

Satan: “Yep. I’ll also be making a pact with MC.”

Second Response:

MC: “I’m not making a pact with you.”

Satan: “…What did you say? I told you I’d make a pact with you. You can’t seriously be planning in rejecting me? You, a human…reject me? …Don’t you dare trifle with me. Do you think I’m called the Avatar of Wrath for nothing? I usually work to contain my anger so it doesn’t show. But I will make you suffer if you cross me, and it will be much more cruel and much less humans than anything my brothers would ever do. I’ll slice off your nose and ears, rips off your arms and legs, and feed you to the lower- level demons…!”

MC: “…!”

Satan: “Listen well, human! If you dare say that you won’t make a pact with me again, you’ll pay for it with your—“

Proposal:

Satan: “Anyway, I know this isn’t the best time for me to ask this, but… MC, would you agree to a pact with me?”

The Pact:

Satan: “All right, time for me I go ahead and take the oath. …I am Satan, Avatar of Wrath. I pledge myself to you, MC…that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact. This I swear to you on both my name as well as the very blood that runs through my veins.”

Asmodeus’s Pact

When: Chapter 8-15

Where: Demon Lord’s Castle Hallway

Why: MC— to free Belphegor | Asmodeus— originally it was a deal but he wanted to after witnessing MC’s power

Who Proposed the Pact: MC vaguely proposed it but Asmodeus made it clear

First Proposal: *the first proposal is in response to Asmodeus asking MC who they’d like to make a pact with next*

First Response:

Asmodeus: “Yes, I’m not surprised you want me all to yourself. And I understand. Believe me, I do. All too well… Humans Just can’t help themselves when confronted with someone beautiful and alluring, can they? Oh, but just because I said I understand, that doesn’t mean you actually have a chance with me. Because I’m not the least bit interested in forming a pact.”

Proposal:

MC: “I could control you if you made a pact with me.”

Response:

Asmodeus: “Me? Make a pact with you? Hahaha! What? Do you think that because I made a pact with Solomon, I’m willing to do it with any human who comes along? Please. If you really think I’m that Ea͏s͏y, you’re mistaken—very mistaken. Still…Hmm. If you want to make a pact with me that badly then what do you say to this? If you can manage to outwit Lucifer somehow, then I’ll be willing to recognize you as someone worthy of me. If you really want to make a pact with me, then…surely you can do something like that, right?”

The Pact:

Asmodeus: “Yep. But I mean, even if Solomon did lend his powers, it shouldn’t be possible for someone to draw that kind of power out of me, you know? I mean, you’ve got to admit, it’s super impressive! MC you really were amazing down there! So, I’m making a pact with MC. I’ve made up my mind.”

Beelzebub’s Pact

When: Chapter 6-10

Where: The Twins’ Room

Why: MC— claims they want lucifers respect but it’s really to help Belphegor escape | Beelzebub— believes MC will help him and his brothers make up

First Proposal: *the first proposal is in response to Asmodeus asking MC who they’d like to make a pact with next*

First Response:

Beelzebub: “Uh-uh. No. Although, if you’d make sure I always had tons and tons of food—as much as I could eat—then I’d consider it.”

Proposal:

MC: “I want you to make a pact with me.”

Response:

Beelzebub: “So, you’ve made a pact with Mammon and Leviathan, and now you want to make one with me. Why are you so interested in making pacts with demons, huh? I want to know why you want to make a pact with me. Let’s hear it.”

The Pact:

Beelzebub: “So, by making a pact with us, you’re hoping to impress Lucifer? So that he’ll understand that you’re actually someone worth listening to, despite the fact that you’re a human? You want to do what even Solomon hasn’t been able to accomplish? … …All right. I feel the same way. I want Belphegor and Lucifer to make up, too. So I’ll do it. I’ll make a pact with you, MC.”

Belphegor’s Pact

When: Chapter 18-19

Where: Demon Lord’s Castle Gazebo by the Lake

Why: He wanted to gift himself to MC

Proposal:

Belphegor: “…You know, I had a hard time deciding what to get you for a present. And maybe this isn’t very original of me, but…MC, how would you like to make me yours? I’m asking if you’ll make a pact with me.”

The Response:

Option 1 MC: You bet I will! Yaaay!”

Belphegor: “Good…I like you’re reaction.”

Option 2 MC: “I thought you said you didn’t want to do that.”)

Belphegor: “I did say that before, yeah…”

The Pact:

Belphegor: “Also, I’d like it if I could be the closest demon to you…the first one you turn to for help whenever you need it. …So then, let’s make it official. Here’s to a long and lasting relationship, MC.”

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obeythebutler · 4 months

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Hey so I see you said your prompt requests are open. I love your writing! I was wondering if you could maybe do Satan with the prompt: spontaneously deciding to paint their spare room on a Sunday. No pressure, you don't have to write it if you don't want to! Love ya byyyee

Sundays are meant for indulging yourself in the House of Lamentation.

In yours and Satan's case, it means coming to his room to read that one book you've been waiting for all week.

"All set?" Is the first thing you say when you step into his room with two cups of tea. The rare blend which you'd procured from Barbatos after helping him get rid of rats in the castle.

His room is set in darkness, unlike that of his brothers.

You have come to the conclusion that it must be a demon thing. You know, eyes meant for navigating in the darkness and all that jazz. While in the human world, you had gifted a pair of sunglasses to the blonde demon after his incessant complaining about the human world being too bright.

And even if his room is suited to his tastes and nature, even if he has a formidable knowledge of all things in the three realms, who in the nine layers of hell keeps candles on top of precious books?

Your Satan.

"Your room is a fire hazard," You state after having finished half your tea, his arm snaked around your waist. "Plus how do you even know where which book of which topic is?"

Satan shrugs. "I've got it all in my mind, so it's organised to me."

"To you."

"I tried 'organising' stuff once," He mutters, eyes scanning the text in front of him, book in hand as you both read. "Made different columns of books. The first toppled over after three hours. One week later and it returned to its usual state."

"There are many spare rooms in this house. One behind the Planetarium hasn't been discovered by the others yet. Why don't you try keeping some of your collection there?"

"That room isn't exactly suited to my taste." Satan turns the page. "Plus there's a dire need of renovation. I'll have to put some curses to ensure no one can steal those manuscripts."

You say nothing for a few minutes.

Enough time to finish reading the last three pages of the third chapter, and rest your head on his shoulder.

When you flip to the fourth one, the words spill past your lips without thought.

"Want to paint that room with me?"

The book slams shut.

Hours later, after having scrounged Devilkea, there's a color that you both agree upon. When the clock strikes three, you and Satan are armed with paintbrushes and rollers, ready to attack.

"That corner needs more paint," You say, turning your head towards where Satan works.

"That looks alright to me," He furrows his brows. "Does it look different from there?"

"Yeah, just a bit more."

Thirty minutes pass by like a breeze. Your arm hurts at the end, though, and since an idle mind brews mischief you decide that Satan needs a pop of colour.

You wait for the demon to get engrossed in his work, and then execute your move. It was wisely decided to wear old clothes for this activity, given that you were wearing your favourite shirt today.

An undignified squeak spills past the demon's lips.

"What was that?" He hisses. There's paint all over his behind now.

"Paint."

He rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

You grin at him, all teeth. "When everything has dried, we can shift some of your books here. Place some charms on this room, have a little corner all to ourselves." Satan smiles at that.

"Add your stuff too," He tells you, stepping down from the ladder since that part of the wall is completed. "One of your cushions, maybe? You've got too many."

"Never too many."

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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when belphegor falls in love

content + warnings: belphie x reader, some angst (and chapter 16 spoilers) with a fluffy end, probably some improper astronomy things going on but i'm trying my best // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.3k

the planetarium is cast in a blueish glow from the stars above-- something about the devildom skies made them twinkle in a barely-there powder blue, now recreated on the ceiling in sparkling, vivid specks of wonder.

the stage was set beautifully before you arrived. layered blankets covered a larger-than-necessary section of the floor, nested around the makeshift bed that he had already warmed up for you with a quick snooze of his own. there was a small mountain of pillows waiting for you

but that was then, and this is now. all preparations were played off as simple and easy, disregarded as insignificant now that you were wrapped up in his arms. belphie smirks as your lips press soft, sweet kisses across his cheeks and temples-- as much as he doesn't want to admit that he put in effort to make this date special, he loves basking selfishly in your praise. it's smug, he knows, but considering how much work something like this is for the avatar of sloth, shouldn't he get a little recognition?

your body is soft against his, warm and comforting like a blanket fresh from the dryer. he pulls you in a little tighter and nuzzles against the side of your hair, peppering little kisses against you just to hear that giggle he adores spill from your lips. his eyes are on you, but yours are glued to the twinkling lights on the ceiling-- lucky, seeing as he doesn't have to hide the sappy look on his face from you when your attention is divided.

"are these the same stars we have in the human realm?" you ask quietly. he nodded and finally tears his gaze away to join yours on the recreation of the starry sky above you.

"mhmm," he murmurs quietly. "that's one of the things we've always had in common-- the devildom and the human realm share the same stars."

if this had been a better night, he would have taken you out to see the stars in real life, not just come phony imitations. but the light pollution in the devildom was a bitch. the only place within a reasonable distance with a clear enough view was the demon lord's castle, but frankly, belphie had no interest in sharing your attention with lord diavolo of all demons tonight. so, albeit a bit reluctantly, he settled on the planetarium instead.

"that makes sense."

your arm lifts towards the sky and points to a constellation above. your eyes glimmer with pride in the low light, and he wonders what's going to come out of your mouth.

"that's the big dipper," you say proudly.

he laughs-- it's a little mean, judging by how confident you looked during your announcement. but you just look so cute pointing out one of the most recognizable constellations like it's a diamond in the rough. you pout a little and look at him funny.

"what? that's the big dipper."

"yeah, obviously," he retorts, that smug grin making him look mean and sweet all at once. "i'm sure even levi could point that out."

"oh yeah? then you point out a constellation, genius."

a chuckle leaves his lips. his fingers trail up your arm, teasing you, feeling the way goosebumps gather on your skin as he moves. he takes your wrist and points your finger at another cluster of stars.

"you see that w-shape over here?" his hand guides you into connecting dots across the projection. "that's cassiopeia."

his eyes flicker over to you. your gaze is no longer scorned but wide-eyed and enraptured. a swell of satisfaction warms his chest.

you've always had an interest in stargazing. it was one of the first things the two of you connected over once he left the attic. life had never been so awkward as it was then. not only did his brothers tiptoe around him, like they were waiting for him to explode into a tantrum of sorts. but now he had you to wrap his mind around: a human descendant of the sister he lost so long ago, now here and friendly with demons that should have killed you in one fell swoop.

well, it seemed like he had done enough damage for the rest of them.

he didn't deserve you. not really. he was reminded of his sins in quiet moments like this. you're babbling on about something related, some story you've been meaning to share. he thinks he hears beel's name somewhere in the story, so he nods like he's paying attention.

how he managed to win you over is something that still baffles him to this day. you should hate him. you should have spat in his face on that day, made him pay for the lies and deceit at your expense. but you didn't. you accepted him on your own terms, bridging the gap between you through his brothers. you single-handedly fixed what was broken when lilith died-- he still feels indebted to you in some way. maybe that's why he still feels some lingering guilt snuggling close to you like this. he doesn't deserve your kindness.

"you okay?"

your voice is soft, each word threaded with concern. he blinks. has he really been out of it that long?

"i'm fine," he answers, but he won't meet your gaze. he knows that you know he's lying. "really."

you intertwine your fingers with his and press a soft kiss to the back of his hand. it's quiet. no words are exchanged as you stare at each other for a moment. it's nice.

you look beautiful under these stars. belphegor is in love with you.

the realization makes his cheeks burn, and he unconsciously moves to snuggle closer to you. his fingers quiver a little against your hand, but you don't seem to mind. you give him a small smile and graciously accept his snuggles without question.

he loves you so much.

it feels a little hard to breathe right now-- feeling your warmth against him makes him hotter, and suddenly he feels like retreating from your kindness and sleeping the next century away under beel's bed.

"regardless," you say, in a way that shows him you know he's acting off but won't push him any further. "whatever it is, you can always talk to me. you mean the world to me."

the heat of shame and embarrassment melt away as you embrace him. your eyes focus back up on the ceiling.

"there's the little dipper, too," you murmur. he laughs again. "what? why do you keep laughing, you big bully?"

"you look really cute when you do that. y'know, when you get excited about finding really easy constellations," he huffs quietly, nuzzling into your neck with red cheeks and a surly pout at such a cruel nickname. he feels you laugh, buzzing pleasantly against his nose, and can't help but smile a little himself.

"gross," you tease. you both laugh this time. then, quieter, you ask, "will you tell me about the constellations?"

he nods and shifts to look at the ceiling again. when belphie tells you about the stars, he doesn't just explain their names-- he brings them to life. their conception and birth are discussed in hushed voices, with him telling you stories only a fallen angel would know. they begin to feel less like twinkling objects millions of miles away but, instead, like family. these stars you've gazed up at all your life have their own stories. one day, you'll make sure belphie tells you all of them.

he decides, as he's talking, to save his confession for another time. part of him wants to lay it all out for you immediately. then again, confessing under fake stars feels sort of like a jinx, doesn't it? so he'll wait-- for real stars, for the right time, for the best way to tell you he can't live another day without you.

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rashomonss · 1 year

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XII

previous part

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a/n: omg I’m so sorry for literally falling off the face of the earth for awhile so much has happened this past couple of weeks I was literally going insane. first off my friend got into a car crash around the third week of may, so I was at the hospital with her for a few days until her family was able to get into town. then I finished up finals that next week so thankfully now i’m done with school! THEN i had to fly all the way down to my hometown because my little brother was graduating middle school, but I’m finally back and fine so hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter!

warnings: angst

it’s okay to change

the perspective of a conflicted human

After everything happened you resigned to your room for the night desperate for sleep. You decided to then take a quick bath washing all of the blood off, then sighed as you laid in bed with hopes to sleep. However as time passed, you sadly couldn’t find your bed comfortable at all. Sighing again you sat up and leaned against the back part of the wall, looking up at the tree above you.

This room felt much homier than yours. It was well lived in and loved. Things you were gifted were displayed everywhere and things you were proud of sat on your shelfs. Many things that belonged to the brothers also resided in this room, such as games, manga, and regular novels, snacks, music, and self care products.

A part of you felt a bit jealous at that fact. Your room was dull and wasn’t as homey as this one. You then looked around and realized that you hadn’t messed with much in this room except for destroying the pictures on the bulletin board, which you now felt a bit bad about.

As you continued to sit in the quiet of your room, you couldn't help but feel the weight of everything that had happened.

Due to everything that took place in the planetarium at the time you never got to register what was actually said. Belphegor's apology had shaken you to your core, so much so that now you found yourself struggling to come to terms with it.

You wanted to forgive him, you really did, but you didn’t know if your mind would even allow you too. You had spent so long consumed by your hatred for the demon brothers, especially the youngest, that you didn't know how to let it go. Since you had been so focused on getting revenge and making their lives horrible, you had forgotten what it meant to live normally with them again.

As you sat there, staring blankly at the wall, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. When was the last time you had felt that emotion..? You ignored that feeling and rolled over deciding to try to get a small amount of sleep.

Days since that night passed and you found yourself becoming more distant with the brothers than ever. Since you kept your distance when it came to the brothers for so long you didn't know how to reconnect with them, much less how to go about doing that. Sure you still remembered everything you once learned about them. But how would that benefit you now?

You knew that you needed to talk to the brothers and tell them that you were having a hard time trying to forgive them, but the thought of facing them was almost too much to bear. On top of struggling to figure out your emotions, you also had trouble coping with the fact that you tried killing Belphegor. How could you look them in the eye after everything that had happened?

After all, you're no better than him now.

They all made it hard for you to avoid them, since you would see them in the halls, or catch a glimpse of them in the other rooms of the House of Lamentation and each time this happened they would wave at you and you would feel a twinge of pain in your chest.

Sure you would engage in small talk with them when they would come up to you but it was always awkward. You didn’t know what to talk about, much less how to talk to them.

Eventually though after speaking to the angels about your predicament, you had come to terms with the fact that you had to face your fears one way or another.

So that’s just what you were currently doing. Making your way to the living room you hoped to catch a few of them sitting there. It didn’t matter if all of them were there or not, you just needed to speak to at least three.

Through the process of walking through the halls you suddenly found your heart pounding in your chest.

Why were you so nervous…?

As you entered the next hallway you continued to think about the pictures of all of you that were hung in this house. They were such happy pictures, you looked so happy in them.

It was upsetting.

You began to think of old memories. Memories of the times you had spent with the brothers, before everything had gone wrong. Memories of the laughter and the joy you had all shared. They now overwhelmed you since you finally began to let yourself fully remember everything instead of trying to forget it.

But just as fast as those happy memories came they were quickly replaced with the pain and anger that had consumed you for so long.

You really didn’t know how to let go of that did you?

Sighing, you stepped into the living room and noticed all the brothers sitting around each of the couches, much to your surprise. As you looked at them, all you could see sadly were the demons you once hated, but that was going to change…hopefully. You thought.

They all acknowledged your presence and looked at you smiling waiting for you to speak. However you said nothing, and just continued to stare at them with a perplexed face.

The silence that filled the room in response was dreadful, as each of them sat there waiting for you, the brothers began to look among themselves trying to figure out if you were still upset with them.

You knew that you needed to say something to break the silence, but the words wouldn't come out, no matter how much you wanted them to.

Finally, Belphegor broke the awkward silence. "Mc…is everything okay? We’re here for you if you have something you need to talk about."

“Shut up,” you said loudly. Your tone came off rude even if you didn’t mean to be. His words had made you react that way out of reflex. You wanted to tell him you didn’t mean it, but you didn't know what to say, or how to respond to him. But you knew you needed to tell them what you realized.

The room fell silent again, too silent for your liking, due to this you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to find the right words.Finally, after what seemed as if forever you spoke.

"I don't know how to forgive you all honestly. I…really want to, but I don't know how to let go of everything that's happened."

“I’ve felt nothing but this feeling for so long that I don’t know what to do now that it’s supposed to be gone. How do I let go of it?”

After you finished they each looked at you blankly, waiting for someone to respond. Lucifer was thankfully the one to break the silence, he gave you a sympathetic smile then spoke

"We understand Mc, forgiving can be a difficult process, especially when you have been holding onto those feelings for such a long time.However It's important to remember that this is a process, and it may take time to fully let go of those emotions, it’s okay if you still feel that way. You have to remember that emotions take time to change."

“Yeah but we’ll always be here for you Mc!” Asmo yelled.

“Well duh! We’ll help ya no matter what” Mammon smiled.

“We’ll always be here to support you Mc.” Beel then said.

Your eyes became watery at their responses. Was this all it took for them to understand? Just simple communication, was that really all? You thought, completely baffled. You weren't sure if you could ever truly forgive them, but for now, with all their help, you were willing to try.

For now, you were willing to live in the same house as the demon brothers, and try to find some semblance of normalcy again.

After you decided to join them in the living room that night, and surprisingly it wasn’t that awful.

You all had watched a horror movie and throughout it the brothers noticed you allowed yourself to be closer to them.

None of them touched you out of respect, but they all desperately wanted to cuddle and lean on you like they used to with their Mc.

They knew you needed time before they could, but they became impatient the longer it took. After all they’re not that fond of wanting long.

It’s a demon's natural instinct to go after what they want when they want it.

So that’s just what they were going to do.

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the perspective of the original

When you woke up, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, with no windows and only a single door. Siting up your body rested on a plush bed decorated with the softest and finest sheets you’ve felt in awhile.

The room was also decorated in the same fashion, right away you could tell that you were still in the Demon Lord's castle. Had Diavolo actually knocked you out…?

He’s never been rough with you before, so this was an entirely new feeling.

You grabbed your head since it began to throb. It took you awhile but you began to remember just what happened before waking up in this room. And it caused you to panic, soon wondering what was going to happen to you. Had Diavolo and Barbatos really kidnapped you?

Was kidnap even the right term? You thought. It didn’t matter, what really mattered was the fact that this Diavolo knew you were from a different timeline but wasn’t willing to let you go home. You tried to calm yourself down, but it was difficult when you didn't know what was going on.

After what felt like hours of contemplating what to do, the door finally opened and Barbatos stepped inside. Upon closing the door he greeted you with a smile and walked towards the bed. As he got closer you noticed the small tray of food in his hands, and when he placed it down next to you, it was of all your favorite foods.

"I hope you are feeling better," he said, his voice remaining soothing like always.

"What's going on Barbatos?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He frowned at the loss of the nickname but regained his composure and responded "You are here because Lord Diavolo believes it is in your best interest to stay with us”

“But I need to go back Barbatos…” you said raising your voice.

“I understand you’re upset, but please don’t hold this against him. He only wants what’s best for you and the three realms” he sighed.

"What’s best for me and the three realms? What are you talking about?" you demanded, leaning closer towards him.

Barbatos sighed again. "I cannot say anymore, but I assure you that he had a good reason for doing this. You are safe here, and we will take care of you."

You looked at him skeptically, but you couldn't deny that he seemed sincere, but there was a possibility he could be acting. The Barbatos here was much more secretive than yours.

"But I want to go home Barbs…" you pleaded.

"Please, just let me go home." Maybe tears could work on him? You began to think, after all, it was a possibility.

It was silent for a few moments then Barbatos spoke. “You’ll never guess who came by earlier, they all looked decently injured too. It’s impressive that a human such as yourself do that to them” he laughed.

He ignored your question. You thought. After a second, you did respond to him. “How are they?”

You honestly couldn't recall what happened after you got upset at them. It was like you had backed out and then found yourself fighting with Diavolo and Barbatos later.

“Worried about them are we? That’s no surprise” he smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a kind person Mc, even after everything you put them through a few hours ago you still ended up caring about them… just like our Mc would do.” He smiled.

“What do you mean by "your Mc" would do? All of you always talk about how I’m different but what exactly made them act out in that way?” You questioned.

Barbatos sighed and looked to the side, he gave himself a moment then sat down at the edge of the bed. "It was the incident, as they liked to call it."

"As in...when Belphie killed me?" you asked.

"Yes. After that Mc became quiet and reserved, but also full of anger. If I'm being truthful I didn't know a human could harbor so much hatred for other beings." Barbatos laughed.

You narrowed your eyes and looked at him waiting for him to continue.

"It was like that for a while. They began to disregard all demons and would make it a point to avoid us if they could. However no matter how upset they were they never completely left the brothers."

"While it's true that our Mc went out of their way to get the seven of them away from themself, it's also true that Mc still cared for them behind their backs."

"As in?" You questioned further.

"Well it was a while back actually but the event took place in the courtyard after classes were finished. I happened to be walking by when a group of lower-level lust demons began badmouthing the brothers. While I was wondering if I should take care of it, Mc ran past me and began to yell at those demons." Barbatos said letting out a chuckle, as he played the memory over in his head.

"So they still care about them? Do the brothers know this?" you asked, leaning closer to Barbatos.

"On the contrary, they don't. Mc came up to me right after and threatened me not to tell them. But after that incident, I did realize they truly still care about each of them. Which is why you're here."

"What does this have to do with me..?"

"Well, the whole reason for keeping you here is because you act just like our Mc used to. Why go through the trouble of trying to bring them back when you're here" He smiled.

Your face dropped and you looked at him with horror. "So you're all just using me as a replacement?"

"When you word it like that it sounds awful" Barbatos frowned.

"Well, that's what you're making it sound like" you yelled.

"Now, Now Mc no need to yell. I assure you everything is going to be okay." Barbatos cooed, as he reached out to touch you.

"Get off of me" you yelled, slapping his hand away.

Barbatos sighed and stood up walking towards the door. "I can see you need some time to rest. I'll come back later."

As he began to open the door you bolted towards it and pushed him into it, knocking both of yourselves and the door over.

A loud thud was followed as you and Barbatos collided with the ground. Since you used him to brace your fall you were able to get up just as quickly and run off.

Your name was yelled through the castle halls, but all you could do was run, afraid of what would happen if you looked back.

Next part

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #omswd angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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myers-meadow · 1 year

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Meadow's Masterlist for Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt & The Grabber

My list of works is growing and growing, so I split my masterlist up. Here is the list for the fics I've written for Michael Myers, Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and The Grabber. Created and last updated on 24-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The link to my list for my other masterlist with Otis Driftwood, other horror writing and several other fandoms is here.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Divider by @/firefly-graphics

#masterlist #meadow's writing #thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt #the grabber #the grabber x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community

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rrxaiky · 10 months

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 - 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

GENSHIN: Scaramouche x GN! reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Fluff/Angst, Scara has ball joints, reader calls him 'Kuni', logic? What's that?, not beta read [ 1.3K WC ]

── I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T FORGET.

A/N: Why am I writing at 12AM. This thing makes no sense but it's okay.

You met a weird boy a few years ago today while you sat near the cliffs, tinkering with some items and stargazing. He told you to just call him ‘Scaramouche’ or ‘Kunikuzushi’, his eyes were fixed on the starry skies as he spoke to you, the pretty indigo eyes glimmering with the shine of the stars.

After that night, you saw him more and more often. Even on starless or cold winter nights, your heart would feel a surge of warmth as he approached you and asked what you were doing, and you’d respond with the same thing. You had been working on a planetarium for your room for months, so that you could enjoy the beauty of stars in the comfort of your room.

It wouldn’t feel the same without the natural darkness of the unlit sky, but climbing up the hill every day would tire you out one day, so it would have to do on the days that you just didn’t want to go.

It was a few years ago when you walked towards your usual spot that you saw Scaramouche already sitting there. You knew that he didn’t like the stars as much as you did, and yet there he was. His gaze pierced yours when he heard your footsteps behind him, and he opened his mouth to speak. “I was waiting for you here yesterday, but you never came. Where were you?”

He was waiting for you? Scaramouche breathed out a cold huff of air, sitting back down and patting the seat beside him. You quickly put your things out and looked over at him before you planned to start. Though, your eyes had wandered to his hand that rested on the ground, and you saw… A loose joint? Didn’t you just fix one a few weeks back?

“Kuni?” “Yes?” “One of the joints on your hand is loose again.” He held his hand up to his face, then asked if you could help him fix it, just like before. He could feel it. The coldness of your usually warm hands enveloping his, gently fixing the joint back into its place before the chilly feeling of your palms disappeared as you pulled away.

It was a few years ago when you confessed to Scaramouche. Standing in front of the setting sun which turned the sky into the familiar dark hues you were used to being under with him.

This time, one of your hands was under his, fingers clasping around each other as you spun the globe of the planetarium around with your free hand. You were finally done with it. The hours of effort that you had put in weren’t in vain after all. You tightened the grip around his hand, squeezing it a little, as if you were afraid that he’d disappear when you let go.

You heard the soft sighs of contentment and you could see the smile on his face when you did that. One more thing you noticed was the warmth in the eyes you loved so much, their reflection holding the shine of the brightest stars in the sky.

Scaramouche knew very well that he’d outlive you. You’d forget him eventually, wouldn’t you? But, your lover was a selfish person. He wanted you to remember at least a little bit of him. It was okay if his name slipped out of your mind one day, or if you forgot the way his joints brushed against your skin, he thought.

Even if one day you forget about him, he’ll still remember you. So, until then, he’ll look into your eyes so you can have the shape, the colour, and the warmth engraved into your mind.

Finally, it was also quite a while ago when Scaramouche stopped going to your usual place. It just didn’t feel the same anymore. You were so used to having him beside you, that one day, you found yourself unable to bring yourself to go alone.

How many days has it been?

Without realising, your life had moved onto different chapters, and the thoughts of Scaramouche had been pushed to the back of your mind. The planetarium was covered by a cloth sitting at the edge of your room now, a painful reminder of someone you loved.

You never knew why he left, or where he was. Your chest stung each time you thought of him, so all the memories that you had with him had been forcefully shut out by you.

And one day without realising, you had forgotten what his laugh voice sounded like. There was a faint echo in your mind when it finally came to you. Was it soft? Or was it cold and mysterious? And after that came his touch. Back then, you felt the warmth of his hand every time you touched your own. Now, whenever you did so, you’re reminded of the cold feeling of your own hands, and sometimes, the cozy feeling it held.

Today, you found yourself laying on your bed. You didn’t want to go to sleep. You were scared that if you did, you’d forget all the remaining memories you had of him.

Your cheek was squished against your pillow as you tried to stay awake, and a sudden voice, his? Voice had instantly made you lift your gaze to look. “It’s late. Sleep. I know you’re tired.” He was kneeling in front of your bed now.

Was this really him? Or did you already fall asleep, and was this just a dream? It didn’t matter. You finally saw him again.

“Kuni?” Scaramouche smiled when you whispered his name under your breath, and he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’m here, darling,” he said, using his thumb to caress your face as your eyelids grew heavier.

“You aren’t going to be here when I wake up. I don’t want to forget-” your words were cut off by his chuckling, and he stood up and unveiled the cloth that covered your work, your planetarium. He placed it on your table and turned it on, letting constellations and bits of starlight shine on the walls and ceiling of your room.

“You’re not okay with it either, are you?” you asked him after you found him clutching your body against his, the warmth you thought you had forgotten spreading throughout your entire being. “You don’t want me to forget about you,” you muttered.

“No, I don’t. It’s true, I won’t be here when you wake up,” he couldn’t bring himself to look at your face as he spoke, letting his eyes wander to the artificial stars. They were dimmer than the ones you usually saw, maybe because of the condition of the planetarium after not being in use for a while.

“You’ll forget about this dream when you wake up,” he said to you. Your eyes followed Scaramouche’s eyes onto the celestial bodies that you had created. Yes, still darker than those you adored.

“I don’t want to,” you firmly replied. Then, you turned his head towards you and continued. “But even so, I don’t want to forget about your eyes.” “Tell me, do you think I’ll recognize your eyes when we meet again? They shine so brightly sometimes that I forget they’re yours,” you whispered, now snuggling into him.

“Then I’ll make sure you remember them. Now then, goodnight, my love.” Another kiss was placed on your forehead as Scaramouche ended his sentence. That was the last thing you heard before your vision went dark, abandoning everything that had happened minutes ago.

When you woke up again, you felt your cheeks damp. Why were you crying in your sleep? The only thing that clouded your mind right now was the soft hues of indigo. The coldness of your body didn’t feel as foreign anymore, and the whispers of the voice that had been erased from your mind now wandered around your mind as a part of you instead.

Now, among one of the many things that you were confused about, would be the worn out planetarium on your desk that still held a certain mellowness to the usually cold metal you had crafted it with, and the equally warm cloth that was folded neatly beside it.

RBs and follows appreciated!

#genshin #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #wanderer #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #kunikuzushi x reader #scara x reader

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thebirdandhersong · 2 years

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😍😍☺☺💖💖💖 and other incomprehensible mutterings at the ripe hour of half past 11

#ya know it #mr knight!! my beloved!!!#he knew i was worried about the appointment tomorrow. i didnt even have to tell him i was nervous #he already knew it #it's just a huge relief to see his face you know. even over video call #something in me just calms down #ANYWAY GOOD NIGHT I'M OUTTA ENERGY #a total of 5 ish hours spent in meetings today plus general fatigue means tonight is not a 2am night #hurrah for that because i cannot take any more 2am nights #the planetarium chapter

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aziraphalalala · 7 months

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A new fic is happening. 👀 👀 👀

How do we feel about A.Z. Fell, a professor of Shakespeare & Early Modern Studies at King's College, who lifts heavy at the gym but is a gentle, refined soul?

And Anthony J. Crowley, a red belt taekwondoin about to test for his black belt, and the Head of Program at Peter Harrison Planetarium of the Royal Observatory?

Something is about to bring them together.

I hope to publish the first chapter in the next few days. The story is almost entirely outlined. My hand slipped so there might be a few actual plot elements in this pwp, but otherwise it's... yeah, it's pretty much pining, ogling and porn. Sorry not sorry. 😅

#good omens #good omens human au #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

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zeke-in-devildom · 2 months

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Dissonance - Chapter 19: Revenge Best Served

Zeke found himself humming softly to himself in the kitchen. A cookbook he borrowed from Satan was propped open in front of him. It was his turn to make dinner and he was attempting Babylon Curry. So far following the recipes and some minor assistance from one of the brothers had served him well enough to make it through cooking duties. He even found that he enjoyed cooking for the brothers, who always praised him for making the Devildom dishes well despite never using the ingredients before.

Beel and Belphie were sitting at the island counter - Belphie with his head down napping, and Beel munching on a large pile of snacks. Zeke had learned quickly that if he wanted to actually cook he had to make a lot of easy snacks to occupy the Avatar of Gluttony or risk losing all his ingredients before he could cook them. With Beel preoccupied he could let his mind wander a bit as he prepared the curry.

Following the incident in Lilith’s replica room he had noticed several things. First and foremost, the twins who had already been fairly attached to him, were even more so now. It wasn’t just Belphie sneaking into his bed almost every night, now Beel was doing it too. If he wasn’t in his bed, they would join him in Levi’s room for games and anime, in the library while he and Satan studied, or they would look at stars together in the planetarium - whichever activity Zeke was doing that night. Beel and Belphie were his near constant companions when they weren’t in separate classes or he wasn’t with another of the brothers. Zeke found himself attending Beel’s fangol practices, supporting him from the bleachers, usually with a sleeping Belphie using his lap as a pillow.

It wasn’t just the twins, though. Asmo somehow became even clingier than before. The Avatar of Lust was always touching him when they were together, even if it was just linking their arms. Mammon invited him out to watch his modeling shoots, and Zeke went to be supportive - it seemed fair since he was showing his support to Beel’s sports practices, plus he was genuinely impressed and proud of the Avatar of Greed. All of the brothers were devastatingly handsome, but Mammon was an actual model and seemed to take it seriously and he knew there were few things that the demon actually took seriously.

The café outings with Satan were almost a daily occurrence now, and sometimes Solomon would also tag along. Zeke enjoyed spending time with them both. Even when they weren’t having a full-on lesson, Solomon always seemed to be teaching him something. Zeke still preferred his solo not-dates with Satan, though.

Levi bombarded him with texts about games and anime that they should enjoy together, and Zeke spent more nights in Levi’s room hanging out with the otaku than in his own room sleeping. Sometimes the twins dragged him back to his own bed so that Belphie could coax Zeke to sleep magically, but sometimes they simply cuddled up in a bean bag right there in Levi’s room to doze off together.

His evening visits with Lucifer changed as well, with the eldest actually stopping work to ask him about his day and engaging in full conversations. Zeke could tell that the firstborn truly enjoyed hearing about whatever he had gotten up to with the other brothers each day - even if they had just been studying or reading. Sometimes Lucifer would put a record on, one that was safe for him to listen to, since most of them were dangerously cursed.

Life in the Devildom became more comfortable and appealing by the day. He had never really missed the human world before, but now he almost hated when he was reminded of it. Zeke would one day, not terribly far from now, have to return to that place. He would be alone again, and now that he had experienced what it was like to be accepted and loved he knew that familiar loneliness would be utterly unbearable.

Zeke felt like a whole new person since coming to live in the House of Lamentation, and desperately did not want to lose these new feelings. Despite the visions being a horrific experience, the aftermath left him with a renewed sense of purpose. The outpouring of support from his demon hosts had been overwhelmingly therapeutic. A lifetime of feeling unwanted couldn’t simply be erased, but for the first time he felt like he was actually healing.

The hole in his heart, once filled with a barely contained storm of rage at the world, was channeled into a much more productive, well-controlled furnace of smoldering embers, ready to forge the way to his own desired form of justice. He could attribute that in large part to Belphie and Satan.

He thought the idea of destroying another human being’s life would make him more squeamish, but surprisingly he felt almost nothing but a soft, preening satisfaction as they researched and made their plans. Satan and Belphie seemed to be enjoying their scheming together with him, both in general and because they were the ones helping him with this momentous task. It also meant they both got to spend even more time with him, which seemed to be something all of the brothers coveted, so they got to gloat even more over that.

Now instead of mystery novels, Satan and Zeke spent their free time pouring over books on advanced curses and torture methods. Zeke learned a lot about various interrogation techniques, both ancient and modern over the weeks following the incident in Lilith’s replica room. Satan was vastly knowledgeable on both curses and torture, and Zeke found it was all rather fascinating. It was a convenient excuse to spend more time with the blond demon.

The other brothers seemed various degrees of concerned or curious about these developments, but thankfully made no comment on their current reading choices. Even Lucifer seemed to leave it well enough alone, even though he had to have at least some idea of what they were planning. Lucifer had seemed reluctant to give his brothers information on the man that had caused the deaths of Zeke’s family. Did he simply not care now that Zeke was involved in the retribution? Was his silence and inaction a signal of his approval?

Whatever the case, Zeke was mostly just glad that Lucifer was not trying to dissuade him or get in his way. The same went for the others. None of them were trying to stop him or talk him out of whatever he was up to, but only Satan and Belphie were actively helping him. More than once he wondered if the other would assist in his plan if he asked, but decided against it. He wanted to be the one orchestrating this particular tragedy.

Zeke didn’t want too many cooks in the kitchen and all that. An apt metaphor given his current task.

It did occur to him that his therapists would have a field day if they knew he was actively plotting the ruination of a living, breathing human being. They had lectured him endlessly about finding forgiveness for people that he perceived had wronged him. Of course that was years ago now. He had learned to lie very well. Zeke knew better than to mention that he stilled burned with resentment and hatred when he thought of that man walking free and enjoying his life without an ounce of remorse…

“Shit!” Zeke yelped as the knife he’d been using to cut the vegetables a little too aggressively slipped and cut his finger. The two demons were beside him in almost an instant.

“That looks deep.” Belphie frowned while Beel grabbed a hand towel and took Zeke’s hand, putting pressure on the cut, which had begun dripping blood.

“I smell human blood.” Satan mused with a scowl as he entered the kitchen, a stack of file folders tucked under his arm.

“Guess dinner has extra flavoring tonight.” Zeke joked, gesturing with his free hand to the one Beel was still holding. “Knife slipped, I let myself get distracted.”

“And angry. I could feel it as I was coming down the hall.” Satan sighed, setting the folders down and walking over to take Zeke’s hand from Beel, humming as he looked over the wound. “It’s a pretty nasty cut.”

“I’ll be more careful.” Zeke sighed, before he recited a healing incantation that he’d studied on his own. The cut slowly closed and he flexed his fingers experimentally. “Not a big deal, see?”

“Hm. You’re improving very fast. I’m impressed.” Satan smiled as he wiped the blood from Zeke’s hand. “Let me help with dinner. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”

The twins had still been hovering, but Zeke shooed them away, so they shuffled back to their seats, still watching carefully, as if afraid he might hurt himself again if they took their eyes off him. He rolled his eyes.

“Well I’ll let you handle the rest of the cutting, I guess. Honestly there isn’t a lot left to do. What did you want to talk about?” Zeke had an idea and was practically buzzing with anticipation as he measured spices to stir into the curry pot.

“My contacts in the human world sent me all the information I could want.” Satan inclined his head towards the folders. “Some of my many acquaintances were able to dig up everything you asked for on the target. We’ve researched all the necessary curses, and gathered all the reagents we need. I have to say, your plan is positively diabolical. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought a demon came up with it.”

“I honestly thought you’d need more help coming up with ways to torment this guy, but we barely had to do anything.” Belphie added, looking very smug.

“Why thank you, I’m pretty proud of myself. I probably shouldn’t be, but I don’t care. When can we start the next phase?” Zeke was physically bouncing as he turned to Satan, eyes sparkling with a sinister glee. Twenty years he had held this grudge, and at long last he could practically taste his revenge. He did not care if that made him a bad person, or even an evil person, he figured he was going to Hell anyway, might as well give a real good reason for his eventual eternal punishment.

“We can start tonight.” Satan smirked, his eyes flashing with a matching delight at the idea of beginning their little game.

#obey me #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me zeke #obey me ezekiel jada pendergast #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me dissonance

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varianlikescheese · 1 month

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OKAY so for Mitosis chapters 11 & 12 im going to do two fun days out (a break from the angst for a bit hehe) but i cannot decide what to go for.

Ill pick the top two days out lmao

Have fun

#mitosis au #techna #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #mitosis poll #mitosis #TE CHNA #they all need a cute day out #tmnt oc #rise of the tmnt #rise Mikey #rise april #rise donnie #Techna just vibin

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limetimo · 4 months

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RAB fics i read (Nov 23)

The Devil's White Knight by orphan_account drarry dimension travel ft jegulus raising harry

After Everything, Always by Reggie4dayzz jegulus are stupid nad horny and slowburning

toys to be toyed with by aimlesscalamity regulus is not happy about taking a bet that he can break up the jily, but he does end up dating both of them, some angst, regulily. neato

More than Magic by Hometown_Nerd regulus comes out of the cave a squib, kidnaps harry, yay, we love to see it

Tous les Mêmes by TheFaeSys Sirius has a highly inaccurate case of DID, and his alter ego is fucking Regulus

I promised myself I'd learn to be the one who leaves by AlistairIsLost regulus and his besties all fuck off to the muggle world and start a band

the hairpin turn by quynhorlose they're motorbike racers your honour and riddle fucks with sirius' motorbike and almost kills him. reporter James potter on the investigation! can he persuade regulus to testify against his boss?

Wormhole by melissamwrites i honestly dont recall teh plot but there's sirius raising regulus, incest, and "this is going to be short" followed by 21 chapters and 50k sooo

Unsorted by SwissCheesePlant *stares balnkly* i shouldn't have procrastinated on these summaries. it was good writing even tho i don't remeber how regulus came into play. I think he hunted down remus and made him adopt Harry???

Do I Wanna Know? by monet_ember barty and regulus are fucking to make evan and james jealous and date them

when i met you by vlavlavla regulus doesn't realise james is practically on his knees proposing, cute

then over the river you'll go by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion fae Regulus takes human james prisoner then lets him go

Meddling by OrangeColoredSky hermioe and theo are fucking around... and find out when they drag a regulus through the time to them

Did you think I had forgotten about you by theheartofthelion regulus obliviates his bf and fucks off to die. 4 years later Sirius is determined to play matchmaker for his brother and bestie

Dahlias for my Darling by swampthingking florist james, baker regulus

Regulus Black's Guide to Face Painting and Falling in Love by swampthingking reggie is face painting at a fair and falls in love with a hot dad

in the fires of our youth (oh, brother of mine) by quynhorlose james and sirius are in a band, remus works in a coffee shop and regulus in a planetarium, wolfstar jegulus

My Baby by reggie_loves_swimming regulus raises baby draco in wales (on Narcissa's orders), Bartylus

Flightless Bird, American Mouth by A_Grim_Ate_My_Starry_Cupcakes severus gets involved in regulus's scheme and somehow ends up as potters' cat?? i need an update desperately

I'll Do Right By Them While You're Gone. by WereAllGoingtoHell regulus raises harry

hope blooms in the darkest hours by vazaha_tya harry gets reincarnated in marauders era

Runaway Spare by WideEyesAtNight regulus runs away to alphard, jegulus slowburn

Little Star, Lionheart by ChenDaJin_02 deaged regulus

A Violent Kind of Spin by Cassiara james and regulus have a one night stand and now they're all going to fuck voldy up so bad!

keep his name out of your mouth by introvertedhufflepuff actors au, regulus smacks lockhart for shittalking james

lifeline by introvertedhufflepuff jegulus, sweet

blinding lights by introvertedhufflepuff fame au, narcissa arranges regulus a pr boyfriend (it's james) (it becomes real pretty quick)

I knew you were trouble by melissamwrites texting jegulus

L'homme auquel j'appartiens by melissamwrites blackcest

World's Greatest Uncle by Rollingwiththepunches regulus is the worlds greatest uncle to harry, much to Sirius' surprise (he's supposed to be dead!¨)

The good that we've done by diphylleigrayi regulus faked his death, offed horcruxes, and reaises harry

Learning to rest by messymoony james is regulus' gay awakening

To rest (is to love and to be loved) by messymoony regulus goes on a really bad date and james saves him

Midnight Sun by WorldWithoutYou (Katelyndotsonn) regulus opens a bookshop at pivet's drive

August by melissamwrites blackcest

So Willing To Submit by KrisKikstorky ♥♥♥♥♥ omega regulus is mated with aplha voldy adhaihdfao

speak in tongues ('til you listen) by PsychiatristGirl james/remus/sirisu/regulus are having a smut

when you love these broken bones, can you feel them mend? by cryystal_m00n regulus is a uni student and james walk into a wrong lesson with baby harry strapped to his chest, v cute!

i have little use for threats, only promises by apricity_and_soulshine past jegulily, dumbledore fucks with regulus' head to make him believe harry was dead too

when you go (leave your shadow behind) by ravena_wrote harry pulls reg out of the cave

A Baby by reggie_loves_swimming james finds regulus.... and their child :D

so tired of being afraid by teddyismycat hurt comfort jegulus

#regulus black #fic rec

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