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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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THE THREADS THAT BIND

EPILOGUE

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: This spicy epilogue is dedicated to @silverrings-n-prettythings who offered to bare knuckle box an alligator for it... twice lol. Fortunately, no alligators needed to be fought, but without Silver's encouragement, it might not have happened. So thank you for always leaving such amazing feedback in the tags, it truly means so much to me!

PLEASE NOTE: Don’t read the epilogue unless you’ve read the rest of the story.

I also feel the need to mention that this is very feelings heavy because of the whole relationship build up that had been happening in the main story. It just felt right, since they just kinda recently admitted their feelings for each other.

Anyway, this is the last of the story for real. Thank you for coming with me on this journey!

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count 1,910

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: oral and penetration (reader receiving), pet names, uhhh definitely also some cheesiness, I'm sorry I can't help it lol

You startled yourself awake. Moonlight filtered through the large windows in Barbatos's room, casting shadows beneath the plants and in the corners of the staircases. Beside you, partially bathed in that silver light, Barbatos was slumbering peacefully. You watched as his expression grew concerned, as one of his hands reached out for you in his sleep. Between you, the bright teal of the thread glimmered gently.

It was so rare for you to see him at rest like this, hair disheveled, expression soft in sleep. And yet the last few days, you had seen more of it than he had ever shown you before.

Barbatos shifted slightly, as though he could sense the cold space next to him where your warm body had once been. His hand stretched even further, seeking your presence.

You took it and brought it to your lips.

Barbatos blinked his eyes open. You were confronted with the unguarded feelings that filled them when he focused them on your face, as he took in the sight of you with his fingers pressed to your lips.

Where so much was normally kept hidden, you saw only openness now. Here in the quiet of night, silver splayed and teal tinged, Barbatos looked at you as though everything he had ever cared for in his long life had culminated within your heart. He looked at you as though even when that thread was gone, he would still be irrevocably tied to you. He looked at you as though that was a choice he had made for himself, come what may.

No words passed between you because everything was held in his eyes and in the thread that lingered still.

As he watched, you spread his fingers and kissed the pads of each one, holding his gaze as you did so. His hand was so perfect, despite how often it was used to scrub dishes and pull weeds. The long elegant fingers stayed limp in your grasp until you had finished bestowing your kisses. And then they reached out, his palm resting on your cheek, warm and soft.

There had been a sort of unspoken caution between you as you learned your way through the new reality of honest love. A hesitancy that you both felt to ensure that you didn't make any rash choices, that you took your time, that you learned the nuances of each other.

All of that seemed to have vanished now. Because when you looked down into those eyes, there was only one thing you wanted more than anything else in the three worlds.

Barbatos likely saw that desire in your eyes.

He sat up to meet you, one hand staying on your cheek, the other going to your waist, as he kissed you softly in the moonlight.

You considered letting it stay soft. That despite what you were feeling, it might still be too soon.

But then Barbatos bit gently on your lower lip and any caution you had been about to employ was immediately abandoned. You opened your mouth for him, felt his tongue tracing your lip before entangling itself with yours. The grip on your waist tightened. Your hand flew up to grip the edge of his slightly unbuttoned pajama shirt, fabric twisting in your fist.

You felt the hand on your waist move to slide up your own shirt, fingertips tracing lightly across your skin. You broke away with a gasp, pulling your shirt over your head before undoing the buttons on Barbatos's shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders.

Barbatos followed your lead, helping you to remove the rest of your pajamas and his, before pushing you back gently on the bed.

Barbatos paused, poised above you. The longest strands of his hair brushed softly against your cheek as you looked into his green eyes. The slight glow of the teal thread stretched between your bare chests.

"MC," Barbatos said. His voice had a reverence to it and if he wasn't a demon you would have thought it sounded like a prayer.

You didn't have a chance to respond properly because Barbatos was kissing your neck, his lips pressing down your chest, his hands rubbing down your sides. He continued until he was tucked between your thighs, at which point he looked up at you, a question in his eyes. The thread trailed across your body, a tiny path down your chest and stomach, an almost perfect outline of where his kisses still burned against your skin.

You reached out your hand, nestling your fingers into his hair. "I'm ready," you said. "I trust you."

Barbatos waited for a few moments, as though he was giving you a chance to change your mind. When you didn't, he kissed your thighs, making his way to the throbbing space between your legs. You gasped when you felt his hot mouth on you, the expert way he used his tongue to make your limbs shake.

You couldn't prevent yourself from tugging on his hair as your fingers twisted in it, the feelings washing over you too intense for you to stop it. Barbatos didn't seem to mind, not even pausing although you were certainly causing him some pain.

"Ah, Barbatos-"

At this, Barbatos did stop, looking up at you from his position between your thighs. Your hand dropped to your side, letting go of his hair as he propped himself up to look at you properly.

"I-I'm sorry," you said, blushing slightly at his intense gaze.

His expression softened. "You needn't apologize, my love. All I want is to please you. Tell me what you would like me to do."

My love.

These words caused an echo in your mind, an echo of something Barbatos had once said about someone else -

It seems my love has found us.

You were reminded of that insecurity, the small piece of doubt that still remained, that couldn't be completely eased even though Barbatos told you how he truly felt about you. Even though he had also said -

I have never loved anyone in the same way that I love you.

He had said that to you, directly. Not in a vision of a future yet to come, not to a person whose identity he still didn't know.

Barbatos seemed aware that something was passing through your mind. He sat up, pulling you up with him, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you into his chest. Your eyes were so close to the entry point of the thread as it spilled out from his skin, creating a small U before looping back into you.

"Shall I find a different term to call you?" he asked.

The tenderness of his tone filled you with a softness unlike anything you had ever known. "Like what?"

Barbatos chuckled, his breath ruffling your hair. "My darling, my dearest, my everything, my sun and my moon…"

You laughed. "Okay, okay, stop, please!"

"My cupcake," Barbatos went on. "My muffin, my sugarplum…"

"I shouldn't be surprised that you have so many pastry options," you said.

Barbatos hummed contentedly, kissing your temple. "All you have to do is tell me your preference."

You sighed. "I don't have a preference, you can call me whatever you like."

"As you wish, my little tiramisu," Barbatos said.

You shook your head, laughing because you couldn't help it.

Barbatos pulled away enough to meet your eyes. "MC, if you will allow it, I would like nothing more than to finish what I have begun." His fingers trailed down your stomach, hovering just above the heat of your arousal.

A thrill ran through you when you saw the desire that had taken over Barbatos's expression. Where one moment he had been all softness, now he was all fire, a passion blazing there that ignited the need inside you as well.

You reached up, putting your hand flat on his chest right where the thread emerged. "I want you inside me, Barbatos."

Barbatos wasted no time. He was almost methodical in the way he retrieved some lubrication from the bedside table, using it and his fingers to make sure you were fully ready. You squirmed beneath his ministrations until you couldn't take it anymore, practically begging him to put his cock in you.

Barbatos's pace slowed significantly as he lined himself up, slowly pressing himself into your heat. You trembled beneath him, the exquisite feeling of him filling you up and making you shiver. You moaned once he was fully inside you and the expression of bliss on his face let you know that he was feeling just as good as you were.

You barely registered him asking you if you were okay, all you could do was wrap your legs around his hips, your hands clutching at his shoulders, as you moaned and gasped.

You were sure you said something, likely begging him to continue, but it was all lost in the heat and the feelings.

Barbatos was slow and sweet as he began to thrust, mumbling in your ear about how much he loved you. You mostly responded with moaning and gasping, but eventually you couldn't take how slow he was going and your words turned into begging him to speed up.

Barbatos didn't hold back for long, taking his cues from you and increasing his speed as you requested. You held onto him as he hit that perfect spot inside you over and over, the feeling of him moving inside you so sweet and so good, building and building.

Barbatos pulled away from you just a little, propping himself up to look down at you. You saw that blazing passion in his eyes and the reflection of the teal thread, that bounced now as it stretched between your chest and his. Your hands clutched at his arms. You cried out his name, your back arching, as you came hard, the feeling bursting within you from deep in your gut, exploding through every nerve in your body.

You watched as Barbatos came, too, his normally calm expression running riot with how good you made him feel.

Both of you gazed at each other, breathing heavily as you came down from the highs of your orgasms, feeling the warmth of the room settle around you, the gentle sweetness of intimacy bringing you even closer.

Barbatos kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your lips, that place on your chest where the thread still connected you to him.

You found that neither of you needed to say anything more then. Barbatos was as efficient as always, taking care of cleaning things up before coming back to the bed. The moment he was beside you, you found yourself pulling him into your arms, pressing him against you, like you were scared he might disappear if you didn't feel him close enough. He sighed against your skin and wrapped his arms around you, tucking himself into you perfectly.

You didn't know it that night, but forever after Barbatos would use random pastries as pet names for you. It was almost always something different and it made you smile every time.

Sometimes, long after the thread had finally faded, often in the night when the silver moon cast its light into the darkness of his bedroom, Barbatos would speak gently and softly into your ear, making you shiver and reminding you of a truth he was determined to make sure you never forgot. In those quiet moments, he only ever called you my love.

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#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos x reader #om barbatos x reader #barbatos obey me x reader #obey me barbatos smut #om barbatos smut #the threads that bind #misc naughty times #misc writes

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journey-to-the-attic · 4 months

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one thing i've noticed about obey me's story is that it generally delivers on big dramatic narrative moments, but often neglects the surrounding scenes and especially the fallout. there is of course, the oft-talked-about lesson 16, feat. mc's death that never gets brought up again, but then there's also s2's amnesia arc, which ends things with "mc has the ring so everything is completely fine forever"

om has a habit of doing this, where a realm-wide (or heck, universe-wide) problem is hand-waved away by the appearance of a convenient fix-it, which is usually either an object or just ~magic~ (magic as a plot device in om in general is handled poorly but that's a story for another day)

in some cases they just don't address the fallout at all. at least belphie talks about what he did in lesson 16 - but, see nb s2, wherein levi floods the entire devildom, submerging entire houses, and they don't bring it up again afterwards. as far as i remember too, belphie's mini-arc in this season wasn't really given room to breathe, either

but here's the main thing (spoilers for nb lessons 38 and 39)

i've just done these two lessons and in hindsight lucifer's mini-arc feels like a lot of missed potential

honestly they could have excluded diavolo entirely - his main purpose was to stall for time so that the brothers could show up. the moment where he kneels was cool (more on that moment later), but the way they've written him in means that the angels kinda. don't get to do anything? at all?

look - raphael has a gorgeous character moment at the end of 37 where he cries for the brothers' plight. like you don't understand this had so much potential!!! he didn't really do much in s1 (and might not have actually been himself??) so i was hoping this would be his chance to shine, but instead he's on the sidelines. simeon gets the most to do, and even then it's really not much. luke doesn't do anything, unless you count those blessings he and simeon give mc, but they don't really factor in at all??

what especially doesn't make sense about diavolo's role here is that lucifer turns on mc after they step in to protect him. this is meant to be a pay-off to diavolo's less savoury motivation for saving the brothers, revealed in his arc in nb s1, but all lucifer does is say it, get mad, then completely forgets about it once all is said and done

if that's all they were going to do with it, why bring it up at all? from a character standpoint, it makes more sense for mc to shield one of the angels - again, raphael this could've been your moment. (alternatively it could've been a call-back to the og s1 where mc shields luke in the underground tomb)

the appearance of the brothers was welcome, but at the same time i don't quite buy that they all got out of their respective predicaments completely fine. (also where did mephistopheles go??) lucifer also calms down very quickly, which is a great moment for the power of family, but at the same time i feel like he would've needed at least a few more dialogue boxes of him registering through his rage that his brothers were there. eh, this is more nitpicky than everything else

the brotherly moment was 10/10 though. love these guys <3

but i hated the final resolution so so much. sure, have god forgive him, whatever. but why would you end it all with a "papa loves you"???? if it had been raphael or simeon saying it, maybe i could get behind this as a symptom of the celestial realm's unhealthy society, but LUCIFER, whose greatest fear was revealed to be his father in s3 of the original story?

om has never made it seem like god's relationship with the angels was anything other than controlling and borderline abusive, and for some reason (if the poignant flashback is anything to go by) they've done a complete heel turn into "actually it's fine because he loves the angels". it could be read as representing how children often still cling to abusive/controlling parents, but i doubt it - especially coming from lucifer, who started a war and lost a sister in direct opposition to his father

and i get the whole deal with "lucifer was so beautiful as an angel" but it feels really disingenuous to the brothers' arc (about settling into the devildom and coming into their own as demons) to harp on about it. like, fuck that, have lucifer cast away the angel form, or at least have some pushback from him in the aftermath. have mc tell him "you're even more beautiful as a demon" or something

then in lesson 39 everything's back to normal. it's a very cute lesson and i had fun in the moment, but it feels off. there's no discussion of what happened, everyone's completely fine. there's got to be some psychological after-effects to all of that, no? for lucifer especially if not the brothers who got frozen as well???

though lucifer's dragon gift was very sweet. i can't stay mad at that old man

#i think a big issue is that om's juggling a lot of characters #even back when it was just the brothers they had trouble evenly distributing development and characterisation #(and beel's still constantly getting the short end of the stick)#nb is very good at delivering concepts but it's 50/50 whether they're executed well #am i being picky about this silly otome game? perhaps #but it's very much a character and story driven game so at the same time this is kinda the whole point #om is not badly written. otherwise i wouldn't have been stuck in the devildom for like 4 years now!!#but there are so many threads that could be so good #that the writers either miss or weave into the wrong knot entirely #obey me

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astaroth1357 · 1 year

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So question.

Would anybody be opposed to me doing some more NB Satan-centric headcanons? Like, just him for right now. I'm still working out the subtleties for everybody else in NB and, of course, OM is OM so no changes there. It's just that NB Satan is so radically different from before in such a fascinating way that he kind of has me by the balls right now. I feel the urge to explore he and MC's new dynamic like an anthropologist taking fields notes on two chimpanzees. I am entranced.

#don't mistake this for favortism #levi is still my fav hands down #but when I see an interesting little thread #i just want to pull it #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #blog behind the scenes

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radarchives · 1 year

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#obey me #barbatos #simeon #he is holding on by a very very thin thread #queuecifer

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thestoresoup · 2 years

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[ MERCH PREVIEW 📷 ]

Here are some upcoming Obey Me tiered charms from @thread-theocracy!

#obey me #thread-theocracy #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #おべいみー

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kizuna-the-randomix · 10 months

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Tumblr is the only place I can say I want to fuck Beelzebub and no one will know if I mean the one from Good Omens, the one from Obey Me, the one from the Actual Bible, or ask me why the fuck do I want to fuck Beelzebub.

#tumblr #I remember why I liked this place again #even if hunting down fanfics and art threads I like is harder than winning the 50/50 #obey me #good omens #fandom hunting do be like that

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doodlboy · 9 months

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They're just different flavors of the same guy

#obey me mc #obey me demon mc #avatar of bloodlust #elliot oc #demon el oc #digital art #elliot doodles #*markiplier voice* the loooooooore #they're quite literally the same person #1 just doesn't have a moral inhibitor #the “hey that's fucked up don't do that” device malfunctioned #that is 2 say: if his human version turned off that device he would also be like the demon version. a little chill-er but yk #anywayyyy :]#i like that you cant rlly tell whos hand is holding who's bc the colors r so similar #i gotta work on making more like- eyestrainy detailed pieces #bc this initially was gonna be really complicated w a detailed bg with various items & stuff that correspond 2 the left or right #but i lost the thread of the sweater of ideas i had for said bg so it ended up being flat #cest la vie or smthn ig skddk

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xamassed · 6 months

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⟬ @gamenu / starter call ⟭

"What do you usually do around this time?" They were both comfortable on the sofa, a holiday-themed cooking competition playing on the television. "I know the Human Realm is pretty big, and there's loads of different traditions."

#gamenu #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」#「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」#( we haven't had a thread with them in a bit c: )

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normalayadraw · 1 year

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I'm having waaay too much fun drawing this alkrjqwopriwqr

My OM! OC again? more than likely :D

Just the drawing version below:

Funfact: The actual drawing was longer than the one on the ID Card (the 1st pict). Cuz I forgot to check whether it was close/big enough or not :')

The ID card template was made by @TARBLOODY from twitter btw. Here's the link to the post.

#normalayadraw #oc #obey me #obey me mc #character design #obey me oc #I can't believe I made this from scratch since this morning #oh it's almsot 3 pm rn btw when I made this queue #I need to practice some self-control #also anyone who can find any foreshadowing from the ID card #U have my respect for being so meticulous #oh wait. I forgot to add the lining thread on the clothes #ahh goddammit

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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THE THREADS THAT BIND

CHAPTER FIVE

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: I apologize for how long it took me to post this chapter. I spent all day thinking yesterday was Thursday instead of Wednesday and not realizing it until today. And then I got distracted by the new lesson. But here it finally is! Back to the regularly scheduled Sunday update for the next chapter.

We have a bit of a time skip and then we get a little scene from Barbatos's point of view.

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count: 1,217

Warnings: none

The days passed at the Demon Lord's Castle, as you fell into a regular routine with Barbatos. You never again tried to go too far from him, always staying close to prevent further painful episodes.

The days with Barbatos were pleasant. His steady presence reassured you through every moment. When you weren't at RAD, you spent your time helping him with his butler duties, though he didn't usually let you do much. You often found yourself in the garden having tea with him and Diavolo. You did have to go to the House of Lamentation regularly - not just for more things, but to reassure the demon brothers that you were doing okay.

Every night, you had odd dreams. They always started with the teal streams of magic in the night sky, but they transformed into something different every time. You didn't know if Barbatos was aware of what you were experiencing. He never said anything and you didn't want to tell him. He was dealing with enough and already worried about you. You didn't feel the need to add to that burden by telling him about the dreams.

Most of the dreams you had seemed insignificant. There were even a couple that were dreams about things you remembered happening. You were in some of your own dreams.

But none of them stayed with you the way the first one had. Not just the odd oozing darkness that had swallowed both of you, but the one just before it, too. Barbatos and Solomon in a field of flowers… someone coming to meet them from far off… my love.

Who had that been? How far into the future was that moment? Why had that first dream been the only one that showed Barbatos's memories of having visions of the future? The rest were also memories, but of things that had already happened with no future visions.

You tried not to think about these things as you spent your evenings reading through books in an attempt to find the counter curse. Solomon had known what it was, but there didn't seem to be a lot of information about binding thread curses. And whenever you asked him about it, Solomon only said he was still looking.

You were enjoying your time with Barbatos, but you also felt like the curse was a burden. The sooner it was broken, the better for everyone.

Barbatos was fully aware of what you were going through. He knew that when you slept, you were seeing some of the visions that existed in his memory. They were memories of things he'd seen as he traveled through the time streams. He knew that you had mostly seen things from the past. He knew you had seen things from the future, if only because you had seen his own memory of it.

Barbatos could feel the traces of you in those spots in his memory. He could feel the slight vibration of the thread magic running through those time streams. He had not ventured into those places to see what you had seen, so he couldn't know exactly which memories you'd touched.

He was not pleased about any of these circumstances. It was one thing to have you bound to him in a way that caused you pain should you leave his side, but it was something else to have you wandering around inside his mind. Stumbling through his memories of different times as the threads pulled you this way and that.

Barbatos had decided it was better if he acted as though he had no idea what was going on. You clearly didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't going to push you.

It did make him want to find the counter curse as fast as possible, though. You weren't sleeping well. He could tell from the circles that had formed up under your eyes the last few days. Even if none of the memories you were dreaming about were causing you the same level of distress as that first night, the dreams made your sleep restless.

And yet, he hadn't been able to find the information he needed to break the curse. He had even tried simply doing it himself, using his own power to break the threads, but it hadn't worked.

After nearly two weeks of this, Barbatos confronted Solomon at RAD. You were in the classroom, too, but you were on the other side of it and couldn't hear their conversation.

"Tell me you have found the counter curse by now," Barbatos said to him.

Solomon frowned. "It's already a rare curse," he said. "But there's something different about this one. I can see it, just a little, and it has too many threads. I've been looking, but I can find no information about a curse that looks like this one does."

Barbatos watched Solomon's face. He could see that Solomon was waiting for his reaction, judging how he would respond to this information.

"There must be something," Barbatos said mildly.

Solomon sighed. "Barbatos, you have to tell me what really happened. I don't know why you won't, but if I know that, I'll have much better luck figuring out the counter curse."

Barbatos looked across the room at you. "What else can I do? This curse is taking it's toll on MC."

"Not you?" Solomon asked.

"It was cast on MC directly. I was able to redirect the part that connects them to me, but the bulk of the magic rests inside MC at this time," Barbatos said. "You must get the counter curse as quickly as you can. If that means I need to tell you the truth, then so be it."

Solomon also looked across the room at you, where you were engaged in schoolwork with another classmate and not paying attention to what was happening elsewhere. He looked back at Barbatos. "I need more information and you two are the only ones who have it."

Barbatos explained to Solomon what actually happened that night outside the castle.

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me this to begin with," Solomon said. "How long has this sorcerer been harassing you?"

"That is irrelevant," Barbatos said. "Are you familiar with him? I believe his name is… Tim. Or perhaps…"

"Tobias?" Solomon asked, folding his arms and looking unamused.

Barbatos nodded. "Yes. That sounds correct."

"I've heard of him, but I don't know him personally," Solomon said. "I'm not exactly on friendly terms with most of the Sorcerer's Society."

"You were once," Barbatos said. "Why not apologize for whatever it is you did to them?"

Solomon's expression became bemused. "Come on, Barbatos. You know me better than that."

Barbatos sighed in exasperation. "Of course. There's no doubt that whatever you did will not be remedied by a simple apology. Do you ever tire of causing this kind of trouble?"

Solomon laughed. "You make it sound like I do it on purpose!"

Barbatos gave him a look that clearly stated he absolutely believed that Solomon did it on purpose. Solomon only laughed again.

"Listen, Barbatos," Solomon said. "I want to help MC as much as you do. I will find a way to break the curse, okay? I promise."

"I will hold you to that," Barbatos said, his threatening smile in place.

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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I feel like thirteen would write fanfic of Mc but only ones where mc ends up with a radon side character she just made up as to piss everyone off. The worst part is that it's insanely well written

She would! The queen!! And every character has like one or two of her traits! Nothing too major, just little stuff so she feels more involved in her stories!

#this might be my new favorite ask outta the whole thread omggg #my wife <3 #obey me!#anon!#ro rambles

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ninjnerd-anaklusmos · 1 year

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do you have any plans for levi and raph in the future??? i love those two lol!!

I do!! I have a couple fics about them here!

And yes, I have many plans for these two little dweebs. Because I am very nice, I'll even share some of the silly boys!!

I'll call this segment:

Ninjnerd's wippie boys

Leviael nonsense

With a content sigh, Raphael laid back down atop Leviathan's stomach, relishing in the sheer amount of cuddles he could get so freely, whenever he needed them. He had many dealers, sure, but Levi's cuddles were his favorite. It was always such a warm and soft experience, always so comfortable and cozy. He would never stop hugging the sea demon if he could get away with it, and if his and Levi's sensitivity issues would allow it.

Snuggling back into the most comfortable position, he glanced up and spotted orange eyes blearily gazing down at him. He sighed again when he felt Leviathan's hand stroke through his hair, gentle fingers deftly carding through in a way that didn't disturb any potential knots, but still felt incredible to him. Raphael smiled up at his boyfriend, reaching his own hand up to brush Leviathan's bangs out of his eyes. "Good mornin'."

Leviathan hummed as a response, sliding down against Mammon's side, shimmying his way underneath Raphael until they were almost face to face. Raphael helped them line up properly, inching forward that last little bit until they were nose-to-nose. "Hello."

Levi smiled sleepily, a barely-there kind of smile that made Raph's chest flutter funnily. "Hi."

Raphael poked Leviathan's cheek before he whispered, "It's still my birthday until around nine, so…"

Leviathan rolled his eyes, pecking him on the lips. "'appy birthday."

Raphael snorted, kissing him fully before Leviathan twined his arms around his neck, hands barely playing with the ends of Raphael's hair. That was already very distracting, but that just happened when he was around Leviathan all the time. He was truly too far gone for him, in all honesty, but wow had he won the love lottery or what because Levi was gorgeous in every conceivable way.

Leviael nonsense

"Hey. You look nice."

Raphael almost snorted, holding himself back by sheer willpower. "Thank you. I do like the dark blue accenting. You look nice in orange."

It wasn't an exaggeration or mistrust either, Leviathan did look nice in orange, the color racing along as stylized waves through his clothing, making all the silver he was wearing look even more eye-catching. Raphael was glad Levi wasn't wearing gold like he was, it would have washed out the orange.

Leviathan grinned teasingly, head tilting slightly, making the two rows of amethyst in his hair twinkle. "I mean, it is my sin color. It'd be weird if I didn't look nice. Thanks though."

Raphael fidgeted with one of his bangers, unsure what to talk about. Thankfully, Leviathan spoke up before Raphael could start rambling about the delicate architecture of the palace and how it fascinated him. No one wanted to hear about that, surely.

"Have you seen the king's pets?" Levi asked, his eyes lighting up with delight.

Raphael shook his head, eyes widening when Leviathan clasped his arm, grinning again. "Would you like to?"

Raphael nodded again, letting himself be drug away, his own grin finding itself on his face. He didn't care what the king's pets were, but he wanted to hear everything Leviathan knew about them.

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