Hi!! Welcome to my page! My name is Kate and I write fucking weird shit. I take requests, and I am honestly down for anything. My writing schedule is chaotic because, unfortunately, I have bills to pay. And Tumblr isn't paying my bills.
So, here is a list of fandoms I am in/willing to write for.
Daredevil
The Punisher
Obey Me! [Brothers and Dateables]
Doctor Who (2005- Current)
Labyrinth (1986)
If there's one that you want that isn't on here, just ask. I've been a part of so many fandoms. I will probably forget some. My entire life is based on consuming media so if I dont know a fandom, I'll probably just look it up and fucking join after a month of consuming content.
I know I’m late but he HAD A PONYTAIL ARE YOU KIDDING ME? We were ROBBED- please understand i went fucking feral when I saw the Sinner’s Choice. Guys I’m… unwell. Send help. (Don’t, I’m right where I wanna be)
Barbatos x Gn!Reader! Rated T for that fucking aghhhhhhhhghAHHHH hairstyle and his kick my ass cruel little smirk.
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The blood rushes to your ears and you feel your head spin with the sensation. It's too hot in your body and too cold in the room and when Solomon tries to get your attention again you barely register his voice. He and Asmodeus are staring at you with differing levels of concern and while you try to process the new information, you can feel your mouth water and fingers shake. There's suddenly too much saliva and before you can realize your mouth is even open, the lust demon reaches forward to wipe away the drool. Even hearing your name sounds like you're underwater.
"I take it you've never seen your lover like this?" Solomon looks towards his pact and then your wide-eyed, red-faced trance. It's the motion of him pulling away the photo album that snaps you back and you lurch forward involuntarily to hold onto the book. The almost feral look you give him makes him recoil and he lifts both hands in surrender as you pull the tome back into your lap to stare at the photo of your boyfriend. Asmodeus laughs then and you think you hear his camera go off but you're too distracted with this new fascination to care what either of them does.
Solomon manages to finally get you home only after he's given you the pictures in question and as he helps lead you through the House of Lamentation, you hear your name again, this time from different voices. The fifth born speaks, probably explaining your behaviour but before you can really come back to your body, you feel Lucifer's hand on your waist. "If old pictures are all it takes to bring out this obsessed side of you, then perhaps I should have let you peruse my personal photo albums as well." It works. Your head snaps so hard towards the eldest that your neck cracks a little and you hear someone hiss. Even Lucifer flinches at the action and you hear how rough your voice sounds when you demand he shows you. Maybe he wanted to tease you a little, but anyone that comes between you and your prize would suffer terribly.
Then, without delay, you're all in Lucifer's study as he brings out a photo album to where you're sat down. In the large armchair he has for business meetings, you quickly flip the book open on your knees and start darting your eyes around like a bloodhound. There's another comment about your behaviour but you can't tell who it's from and you don't care enough to think about it right now. There's one goal, one reason you've become so unwell and you're desperate for more of a hit. The sensation like fire in your brain when you find another photo, another bit of proof that splatters against your ribs and spreads like molten rock through your nervous system. You let out a noise, and everyone responds with their own mix of concern and humour.
Almost everyone leaves then, save for Lucifer, Solomon, Satan, and Belphie. The younger brothers make themselves busy searching through Lucifer's personal study while the sorcerer talks at length about something or another. You're too strung out to really pay attention to anything and when you lean close enough towards the book to press your nose to the page, Lucifer has to physically tug you back into the armchair and make a threat. You again, don't hear him, but your body recognizes the gesture well enough to sit properly.
You don't know how long you're allowed to sit there but when Solomon stops talking, checking his phone, you're reminded of his presence when he says the name of your current focus. Snapping your head towards the sorcerer makes both him and the pride demon jump again. At this point, you might as well be a rabid animal they're worried to aggravate. Solomon snaps a photo of you and laughs but Lucifer looks exasperated. "How much longer do you intend to stain my seats while you stare at old photographs?" The sentiment makes you blush a little, but his concern is valid. You realize you're drooling again and wipe it away before looking back down to the photos. He makes an irritated noise but then you're gone again for a short while. Until another voice steals your attention in the same way the photographs had.
Whipping yourself around in your seat, you nearly drop the album as you turn to stare at the demon entering the room. He greets Lucifer and Solomon and offers you a polished smile and a knowing look. For as much as you were drooling before, your mouth is suddenly bone dry. When he steps forward to greet you properly, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, you melt against the seat at the feel of his lips. He whispers your name and you really might ruin Lucifer's chairs. The peacock of a man grunts and you can't even turn to offer him an apology.
"If I had known you would react this way upon seeing old photos, I would have presented them to you myself." His white glove against your face feels like heavy teasing and you whine as you try to find your voice. It's hard to justify why you'd gone wild for the images, but he seems to understand all the same. Though, he still pretends not to know, just to hear your own confirmation for it. "Perhaps I should bring back some of those fashions? Maybe you're fond of my posture in those photos?" His smile edges into cruel and you feel another shift in the magma that settles in your abdomen.
"Barbie..." You almost whimper and you hear footsteps as Lucifer ushers the rest of his guests out of the room. He barks something at you both, but you can't really hear it, too busy trying not to absolutely lose your mind over your boyfriend. Before you know what, you're doing, you're on your knees on the chair, leaning up towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Barbatos leans into you and offers you another soft kiss, this time to your lips- but you can't accept such a soft gesture when you're as fried as you are.
The album clatters to the floor and for a moment you worry for its safety. Only a moment though, when the butler's hands come to wrap around you, grabbing at your ass and lifting you from the chair and into his arms you can't think of a single other thing. You hadn't even noticed when he'd shifted forms but as you're carried through the portal he builds, you see the book wrapped in his tail and wonder if he'll sit you in his lap and look at old photos together. Then, you're sprawled out on his mattress and the photo album is the last thing on your mind.
Lips meet lips and hands find skin. Before you even know how you got here, you're both shirtless grabbing at each other for dear life. Wen your hand slides up his spine to his nape, you expect to feel something that isn't there and the disappointment actually makes you click your tongue in irritation. He stops then, pulling away with a deep chuckle and a soft bite to your lip. "Were you expecting it to still be there? It's been thousands of years since I had long hair like that." And you knew that. The photos of him with a ponytail were ancient but since it had been all your brain wanted to focus on today, you had reflexively gone for it. Pouting away from him doesn't seem to stop his amusement and when he returns to kiss at your neck and shoulders, you melt into his sheets again.
"What can I do to convince you to grow it back out?" He chuckles again and you let it vibrate through you, rolling yourself up to press against him. "I'm so serious, Barbie." He only laughs harder, pulling you closer against him until the only noise you make is a whimper.
"I know, my love. But it wouldn't fit my current station." You groan, in pleasure and in frustration. He's right of course, it would probably get in the way, but you can dream damnit. "Would you have liked to run your fingers through my hair?"
Another groan and another laugh and you decide whether you want to be honest and tell him you'd have liked to pull it in a situation like this one. When you bite your lip and give him another yearning stare, he seems to understand just fine. He arches an eyebrow and lets out a hum of thought before closing the distance and kissing you deeply. "Perhaps." Is all he says before your attention is elsewhere completely. His hands, his tongue, his body against yours is overwhelming and wonderful and after spending all day staring at old, delicious photos of your man, getting to have him feels like victory.
Later, when you're sated and clean, he curls around you and pulls out his phone. "Shall I share some of my favourite photos with you?" The thought of something more to stoke the embers makes you a little nervous. Of course you want to see them, but if they get you any hotter, you won't be able to move tomorrow. He only laughs and kisses your cheek in response. "You'll be fine, here." And then his phone is in front of you.
The photos he's showing you are of yourself. A series of your dumb, slack jawed expression from today. He's compiled a few but you get the feeling everyone took a chance to snap a photo. Burying your head into the pillow doesn't help and he kisses your shoulder before rolling you over to better see the images. "I can't imagine why you're embarrassed, darling. I'm completely infatuated with these images." He gives you a smug side eye, and you whine at the screen showing you drool as you stare at a photo of him. You look ridiculous, borderline zombified and his sadistic little grin makes you want to throw his phone across the room.
The next place you try to bury your face is his neck and he laughs when you feign little sobs. "My apologies, love." You don't lift your head, but he continues, kissing your hairline as penance. "Just as you were entranced by my old photos, I was elated with each image I was sent. Today, I hadn't a moment of peace. You were all I could think of, and every chance I could steal away, I was staring at these like gifts." You whine again but for a different reason now. Peeling yourself from his pulse, he smiles down at you, sincere. "I love you." He kisses you.
"You had a ponytail." You mutter out like an excuse.
"And now I have your heart." The noise you make is indignant and he's laughing into your next kiss.
So we know that Barbatos has a fractured halo in the upcoming game, and you posted about how you never considered that he could be a fallen angel.
WHAT IF Barbatos is THE fallen angel, the original serpent. Like, he has the serpent motif going on, he has a halo, what if he was the serpent that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden?
Maybe in the other two games his "atonement" could be referencing how he tempted Eve and almost destroyed humanity, causing harm to Solomon and Diavolo (by extension)?
Also, this would probably make him the first angel, older than Michael and Lucifer. You know how angels take on other younger angels and guide them (ex: Simeon with Luke, or Lucifer with his brothers)? What if Barbatos was the first angel and he took on Michael, and that's why Michael has such an intense sweet tooth? Because Barbatos, the greatest pastry chef in all three worlds, was once his mentor and baked for him?
ALSO, Michael has some time manipulation powers, we've experienced them in game. What if he learned how to do that from Barbatos?
Maybe that's also why we never see Michael in the game. We know how painful it was for Simeon and Raphael to see the brothers again after they fell. Could you imagine how painful it would be for Michael to see Barbatos, the original serpent and his mentor after all this time? He also frequently asks Luke to bring him treats from the Devildom, often made by Barbatos (because he's home sick for Barb's cooking)
Just some cake for thought... I haven't been and to get this idea out of my head since I saw your post, and I'm foaming at the mouth
Meanwhile i did my first post as a joke, these days I have been with the thought that maybe... Barbatos might be a fallen angel after all.
While it's probably an artistic choice, there's a premium image that got released when they announced that they woukld stop updating the game. (Thanks to Miki that made me remember that image 🫶)
mmmmm suspiciously similar to Barbatos broken halo 🤔🤔
Checking on the wiki just to see what other premium images would probably be part of this banner theme, Barbatos premium is the only one with a halo like this... mmmm 🤔
If you're with the idea that Barbatos is Nightbringer (Me 🫶) There's actually the whole plotpoint with Adan, and Nightbringer being called "The father of all demons" aka, The first Angel to fall!!.
Michael warning the MC of allying themselves with Barbatos because he knows what Barbatos is capable of (getting humans kicked out the garden of Eden)...
Much to think about, I believe than Barbatos being so involved in SC advertising (The steam page, him being the first character to get a full-body reveal sprite) means that he will be more involved in SC than we think. I really hope they explain the halo 🙏🙏
This phrase still lives rent free in my mind... maybe Lucifer also knows...
