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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜
Barbatos x G/N Reader
Genre: Fluff, demons, help with any work (that's all I've got)
A/N: Does anybody else need some sort of noise in the room in order to work, but if it's too much noise, you get distracted? No... Just me? Okay.
When you first entered the Devildom, you were extremely overwhelmed with the change of environment. Before you were randomly transported to what you would consider Hell, you were finally able to actually sit down and attempt to complete your school work. Well, you attempted to, but then you were transported to this place, and immediately met with a bunch of men staring you down.
When you asked where you were and how you were going to get back home, the man in front of you spoke.
"Why, you're in the Devildom as an exchange student! You'll be here for a year, according to our exchange program rules." He said enthusiastically as if your whole world wasn't just thrown off balance. You looked around and almost screamed at how big and intimidating these men were. They were so... Tall.
How were you supposed to survive this? You didn't even have time to get your things. You didn't even want to be here! You wouldn't be able to even get through the night without your favorite pillow. What were you supposed to do-
You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around with your fists in front of you. The man behind you only gave you a small smile and nodded to the luggage in his hands, nudging them in your direction. You took the suitcases and blinked in confusion. You tried to speak, but he beat you to it.
"I'm sorry for the delay. I've gathered all of the things I believe you need. If there is anything more that you need, you can contact me and I will get it for you." His teal hair didn't move even a bit when he gave a deep head bow. Everything about him was in place, no imperfections.
After that, you began to stick to the only demon you weren't afraid or annoyed to talk to.
"Barbatos, could you help me with this work?" The butler immediately came to your rescue as you struggled to comprehend what was considered an easy math problem. He stood to your side and glanced at your work before he let out a small laugh. You frowned and looked up to see his usual ghost of a smile on his face.
"I do not want to insult your intelligence, but is this really a problem you need guidance on?" Your frown deepened as you scanned the math problem once more. Nothing came to your head as you stared at it more, so you looked back up at Barbatos, only to see him in a seat beside you. He slid the paper in front of him and began to explain how to solve it.
He was always like this. Most of the time, he would help you even without your insistence, or he'd wait for you to ask him for his help. He would swoop in and save the day, and he'd never bat an eye. He was always so calm and patient when it came to working with you, and you started to think that he had a soft spot for you.
Even when the brothers at the House of Lamentation helped you with whatever you needed, you often reached out to Barbatos for assistance. And he gladly helped you out. He'd even come to your classes and give you things that you had only mentioned in passing. For example...
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to give MC this lunch I've prepared for them."
"MC, you will most definitely need these paintbrushes for your art class."
"You left your wallet at the castle." You almost choke on your food as he gently places down your item on the lunch table. "I apologize for the scare. I did not intend to show up without warning."
The butler did these things without skipping a beat. He was always on schedule, even when he decided to visit you. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that Barbatos was randomly visiting you when he had time off.
Unfortunately, everything he did was planned out.
But that was okay. As long as he made an effort to bond with you, you didn't mind his uptight schedule.
A/N: Sorry for how short this is... I've had this in my drafts for a week or two, and I'm only releasing it now because I didn't know how to finish it. Hope you enjoyed it either way!
𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐞!
𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜
Barbatos x G/N Reader
“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.
Clingy Reader Imagines
Genre: Imagines, fluff
Characters: (gn! reader), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, Raphael, and Mephistopheles.
Brothers version...
Diavolo:
Another clingy one of the lot.
He starts using you as an excuse to skip his work and everything that requires his attention due to his title, which never works on Barbatos.
You reward him with hugs if you find out that he finished the work he had pending.
Cuddle king!!
Your hugs comfort him after a long day of meetings and whatnot, as he grumbles about how his title affects the relationship because he never has time for you.
He's very open about his relationship with you and is not afraid to show you off to others.
Barbatos:
He makes sure he always makes time for you.
Your hugs always catch him off guard everytime, even if you thought he'd be used to it.
He tends to think that if he doesn't spend enough time with you, it might make you feel unloved by him.
Being Diavolo's butler, he rarely has time for you so he makes up with cuddles and food (which he himself cooks).
He's ashamed by how jealous he feels whenever he sees other people spending more time with you than him but he makes up for it, one way or another.
Solomon:
God, it's like a challenge between the two of you on who's the most clingiest.
He doesn't care who comes out as the winner of this challenge, he simply wants to be as loving to you as possible.
Definitely not to make the others jealous, no. Why would you think that?
If you keep scores on this, he'll start cheating his way to win.
But, at the end of the day, he knows it's your arms that will comfort and hug him anyways.
Will purposely want to be as close to you as possible when you're alone; whether it's just lazing around, or if he has work to be done.
There's no room for jealousy of other people between you both because there's just that much love.
Simeon:
Simply adores you!
Your hugs are like his lifeline. Without it, he feels gloomy (as described by Luke).
He will count down the hours until you make it to Purgatory Hall to greet him.
He's willing to be a full blown pillow for you when you guys cuddle.
Obviously has to start making excuses like movie night, sleepovers and anything he can think of, in order to be with you.
Literally made a plan to create a room for you in Purgatory Hall and shift Solomon to the House of Lamentation.
The idea was quickly burned down by everyone though.
Thirteen:
At first, you thought she wouldn't really like it but boy, you were wrong!
She craves your hugs everyday, after work or even before you guys start the day.
She won't show it but she always ends up blushing whenever you compliment her or cuddle with her.
Acts like she doesn't care when you are in public, but it shows on her face when you hold her hand, or even smile.
Doesn't really get jealous but if the other person is too clingy with you, she will glare daggers into their soul and honestly, who isn't already scared of her.
Raphael:
Attention seeker!!
Absolutely hates when you ignore his cues or...well his existence in general.
He won't let you get away from him once you both are cuddling.
He always wants you to start with the affection and he'll make sure he never stops after that.
Wants you to depend on him for certain stuff, be it teaching you healing spells or anything. He likes to be useful to you.
There isn't anyone who'd try to do anything funny to you because they know he'll start raining down spears on them.
Side note- Don't even try making him jealous unless you want to deal with the consequences.
Mephistopheles:
Similar to Lucifer, he prefers to enjoy your affection privately.
He may seem stiff when you hug him for the first time but after that, he starts hugging you back and may pat your head too, if he's in a cherry mood.
Very much open about his relationship with you because why not? There's no harm in it.
Will get extremely flustered if you catch him off guard with a hug or a kiss.
He trusts you a lot, so there's really no way he'd ever get jealous.
Finally did it. I was thinking of posting this last week but then added Raphael and Mephisto in case you guys wanted them as well.
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Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!!
Like to imagine when Barbatos starts dating you. He takes peeks into the future whenever you go out anywhere. Just to make sure you're safe and won't get hurt or killed again.
Might even send random texts like--
Barbatos: MC, please step to the left from where you are standing at right now.
MC: Why?
Barbatos: Just do it, please.
MC does it and then freaks out when a heavy object from the ceiling, fell right where they were last standing at.
MC:
Barbatos:
𝘚𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Pairing: Barbatos x Reader (referred to as [Reader])
Type: Fluff (Christmas/Holiday/Winter fluff)
Word count: Around 2k.
Author’s note: Heyy! Thanks for checking this out. I’m obsessed with the new Barbatos card (the image for this fic) and it’s a shame I haven’t got it ugh. Happy holidays! 🎄
TW: A bit of alcohol but it’s just Asmo being a bit tipsy.
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It’s cold, yet there’s warmth inside you. An unsettled desire brings hope to the chill.
Just a glance at him and your cheeks heat up.
Fog puffs out in warm breaths, reminding you of how a child would imagine it to be like a dragon’s.
Just a glance at him and time stops .
Snow is falling.
Climbing the ladder, you steady yourself, wrapping the final string of lights against a pole.
As the lights are turned on, illuminating the entirety of the demon lord’s castle, you rush down the steps, only to fall backwards in a flurry. As swift as a winter’s solitary breeze, you are caught in the arms of none other than the man you had been infatuated with the entire duration of decorating - Barbatos.
“Easy does it. There you are.”
As he stabilises your weight in his arms, there is a comforting, lingering touch.
“Ahem. My apologies.”
“It’s ok-“
But as you try to step away from his grasp, his hands let go too quickly, causing you to tumble headfirst into the snow. (What a cliché.)
“Oh dear. [Reader], are you quite alright?”
“Ow.”
“Is that all you have to say? You seem to have taken more than just a tumble... It’s cold outside now. Allow me to take you home to warmth.”
“But-“
“If your concern is missing the final product of our efforts,” he unplugs it from the power source, “we can admire the lights later. I must prioritise your wellbeing. I will take you home.”
He ushers you away, not allowing a word more.
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As you walk beside him, you wonder if he's cold.
“Hey-“
Nevermind .
“Pardon?”
“Nevermind.”
“What was the matter?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Surely it must be something.”
“It’s alright.”
“All right, whatever pleases you.”
“Now I feel bad.”
“Then tell me, what were you going to say?”
“I was going to ask if you were cold.”
“I’m unaffected by the cold. But thank you for your concern… and you?”
“Freezing.”
“Why hadn’t you said so earlier?”
“Huh? Why?”
Is he going to offer his coat? His hand? (In marriage? You wished)
“I could have gotten someone else to assist me with the lights.”
Oh. Ohh .
“I saw you and wanted to help.”
“How generous of you… You’re shivering now, [Reader].”
“I’m fine. We’re only a few minutes away.”
“It’s nice of you to walk me back. You know, we haven’t spoken properly like…ever. I always just see you running around for Lord Diavolo…”
“Running around? Is that how you see me?”
“Just an expression, but yeah, basically.”
“I see. And yes, I suppose you’re right. We haven’t spoken properly since your arrival here at the Devildom.”
“Well, except for during the power cut. Remember?”
The darkness. It feels trapping yet too open. You can’t run, but everything can move and catch you. Waiting for the knife, or claws, or something. Something in your back.
Especially in a realm full of demons.
“You were very shaken. For someone who had borne with the Devildom’s sky for around three weeks, I didn't expect you to have a fear of darkness.”
“Thanks back then, by the way.”
“It was only natural that I, the only one present in the hall at the time, were to be the one to comfort you.”
“And you did it very well, so thank you, again.”
“Anytime, dear.”
“What did you just say?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing.”
“You-“
“We are now reaching a part of the realm that is dark and is not lit with lamps. Watch your footing.”
A shudder, but not from the cold.
“Are you alright [Reader]?”
“No…”
The darkness shrouds you but it’s less like a hug and more like suffocation.
“Ah, I see.”
He takes your hand.
It’s warm.
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As you enter the lounge of the House of Lamentation, the change of temperature brings you to shiver again.
“[Reader]?”
“Hm? I’m fine.”
“You’re shivering.”
“Only slightly.”
“I shan't allow that.”
“I’m fine, I promise.”
“Take a seat.”
“I said-”
“No. Not another word.”
“But-“
“What did I just say.”
He ushers you to the velvet couch and finds a conveniently placed blanket nearby to wrap around you.
“Um…”
“What is the matter?”
“You’re acting like a doting mother.”
“I suppose I am.”
You share a laugh, his one much more muffled, and he leaves, “I’ll be right back [Reader]”.
The fireplace in front of you dances warmly.
Dancing…oh yes, there was going to be a ball tomorrow. Apparently, Lord Diavolo hosts it every year.
What do you wear? You don’t have anything nice to wear and there isn’t any time to buy anything. Maybe you can borrow something from Asmodeus?
“I brought you a drink.”
Barbatos elegantly pours a generous amount of a deep scarlet liquid from a well-polished bottle (which seems that it could be the price of your home) and then one for himself.
“What is it?”
As he hands it to you, you smell a thick aroma of red wine and spices. The glass heats your frozen fingertips. However nice the feeling of warmth or even the gesture, you can’t accept it. You don’t like alcohol.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really keen on alcohol.”
“Oh, I see,” he takes both wine glasses in his hand, and sets them on a table just as gracefully as he had made the drinks, “Ah right, I see that an alcoholic beverage wouldn’t have necessarily helped anyway, it would have left you dehydrated. Would you prefer something smoother? Like hot chocolate?”
“Yes, I would love that. If you don’t mind, that is.”
“It would be my pleasure. How are you feeling?”
“I told you earlier, I’m fin-“
It was the most inconvenient time to sneeze, but it’s not like you could hold it in.
“I didn’t want you getting in a state of unwell, especially the day before Lord Diavolo’s ball, now here we are. Humans get sick so easily…”
“I’m not sick, it was just a sneeze.”
“It’s a sign of the nasty presence of a virus and although it may have been dispersed through the sneeze, we don’t want to take the risk of late treatment. I’ll get your drink. You need warmth.”
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After a long night of indecision on treatment of your oncoming cold, warm drinks and conversation, you decide to retire to your room.
“Thank you, Barbatos.”
“Do you feel better now?”
You’ve given up explaining that it really was just a sneeze, so you just go along with it now.
“Yes. Night night!”
“Goodnight.”
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The day of the ball. (Of course, this is how all romantic party settings are set to be described.)
You feel like a princess. Not that you have the clothing for it, but you feel like Cinderella - who technically didn't have a dress either.
You remember one of the topics of conversation with Barbatos last night:
“Ah, I don’t even have a dress! What am I gonna do?”
“I can find one for you.”
“Would you really?”
“I have the capability of doing so, yes.”
“So last minute?”
“…being completely honest, I've had one prepared for you already.”
“What? For how long exactly?”
“The day after the power cut, when the ball was first announced.”
“Why?”
“I thought you might not have anything due to your abrupt arrival here.”
“Well, you were right. You’re always right.”
“Am I?”
He really is.
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll see if the attire I chose for you suits you as much as I thought it would, then I will count it as being ‘always right.’”
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He hasn’t given you the dress yet. You wonder when it will arrive.
Just then, you notice something in the corner of your eye, hung on your wardrobe door.
It’s red. Your favourite colour. How did he know?
A label attached reads:
“The red compliments your complexion really well and matches the theme of the ball. I do hope you find it suitable.
Signed, Barbatos. x ”
Kiss. A kiss at the end.
But what has captured your attention more is how perfect the dress really is.
It’s like he knew you’d always wanted to wear a dress such as this one, and also how you don’t like to show off.
It’s the perfect line between elegance, glamour and comfort both physically and socially.
It’s perfect.
He’s always right.
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The ball passes, not quickly, not slowly, but just how something enjoyable would pass by in the present.
You find yourself first at the buffet, as all parties should start with a satisfied stomach (the devil fondue was especially good, but your favourite was the dark chocolate berries from the human world), then in newfound confidence, you join the brothers to dance.
Mammon is the first to snatch you. It’s only natural, as he was your first.
Satan and Mammon have a row, in which you have to break apart, only to be stolen by Asmodeus.
In the final spin with Asmo, you find yourself in between Beelzebub and Belphegor, Belphie being a surprisingly good dancer, despite seeming lazy (Beel, not so much.)
Taken by the waist, Simeon guides you to Solomon whilst dancing (quite horribly, but it’s at a tremendous effort at the very least), and Solomon dips you, most likely having stolen the move from a dance show back in the human world.
Luke asks to dance, and you let him spin you, before you realise you are now in the centre of the ballroom again.
Lucifer asks to dance. Diavolo asks to dance.
Where is Barbatos?
Yes, it was great having everyone fight for your attention; you felt adored and appreciated. It was fun.
But why did you care so much about Barbatos? He was all you could think about.
“[Reader], are you okay? You seem to be getting tired?”
“Sorry, Diavolo.”
“It’s alright.”
He guides you to the balcony.
“Perhaps get some quiet here.”
The cool breeze feels nice.
“I have to keep an eye on our guests. Have a great evening.”
“Thank you, you too.”
All the dancing has left you in a sweat, so you don’t notice the cold.
Your mind inevitably drifts back to the thought of Barbatos. He’s probably helping with serving guests.
How romantic would it be that he joins you on the balcony? The lights of distant homes and of the decorations you had put up with him, colours moulding together, only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you.
Not everything is convenient like that, unfortunately. But wouldn’t it be so romantic?
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“[Reader]”
“I was looking for you .”
Noticing your obsessive thoughts earlier, you had gone looking for Barbatos. You’re not surprised at all that you found him in the kitchen, sorting out drinks. However, what does surprise you is his lack of formality as he leans against the countertop, hand on his forehead.
He’s stressed.
“My apologies, you haven’t caught me at the right time.”
He stands upright.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m quite alright.”
“Now, this is one of the moments where you’re wrong.”
He remains silent.
“You’re stressed aren’t you? I’m sure Lord Diavolo won’t mind if you take a break. There’s many other servers.”
Just as you say that, one walks in the room.
“I’ll take those drinks, Barbatos!”
This is definitely more conveniently timed than your sneeze earlier.
“Are you certain? All right.”
“So, Barbatos. How about that break?” you break in before he has even the slightest chance to start making new drinks.
“Alright, fine. Only because it’s you. Humans are so persistent that it's bothersome.”
“Sure.”
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What’s the best way to relax?
“Barbatos, what do you want to do on your break?”
“First of all, I would like to tell you how stunning you look tonight.”
“Me? Really? I’m like a speck of dust compared to all of the other beautiful people in this hall.”
“I haven’t noticed. I seem to only have eyes for you.”
“That was horribly cringey.”
“I am aware. I evoke that statement.”
“Second of all, would you like to-“
Before he can finish, a drunken Asmo latches onto you.
“Hey, little lamb, are you enjoying the ball?”
“You’ve had way too much alcohol, Asmodeus, you reek of it,” Barbatos cuts in, pulling him off of you, somehow making it seem way less awkward. “I’m sorry, [Reader], allow me to quickly hand Asmodeus to Lucifer’s or Solomon's care.”
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Over the night, Barbatos keeps getting interrupted. He always manages to find you, but every time he does, he seems to end up working again.
“What happened to your break?”
“I am truly sorry, [Reader].”
You feel horrible.
Surely one moment away won’t cause havoc, right?
“Come with me.”
No guts to grab his hand, but you make sure to look behind you to see if he follows you.
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Your wine red dress trails in the snow as you head to the outside gazebo.
Barbatos attempts to pick it up, but you tell him it’s fine.
“You need to relax. It’s a party. I know you’re working, but still. You should enjoy it too.”
Only now do you notice his attire is a bit different to usual.
“Is that a new suit?”
“Yes. Lord Diavolo wouldn’t let me have it any other way.”
“It looks really good on you.”
“Thank you.”
“What did you want to do on your break earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted…many times…”
“I wanted to ask, would you like to dance?”
“Oh, well it’s a bit late for that now. The ball is just about to end, and we’re outside now. And I bet we’ll be interrupted when we go back in again.”
“I wanted to dance with you. I don’t necessarily need music to do so. I’ve been left waiting for quite a while now so I really don’t care so much about the environment we will be in to do so anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“Certain.”
One step. Two steps. In elegance you glide. His confident hands trail your lower back as he pulls you close to him.
Once again you notice breaths puffing out like a dragon, the warmth of his meeting your cheeks. Noses just barley apart, he feels cold.
“Are you cold now?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“It feels awkward without music.”
“I can hear it from afar, can’t you?”
“I can’t really focus on that right now.”
“Oh, really? Why?”
“We’re…very close right now.”
“This is the manner in which you dance with someone at such a formal gathering, is it not?”
“Very close.”
He pulls away, and lets you spin.
“Apologies. I suppose I was cold and had to hold you closer.”
“You just said you weren’t!”
“Fine.”
As you twirl once more he catches you and you hear the music in the distance stop.
“That was the last dance.”
“Doesn’t mean we have to stop, does it?“
“Just how desperate were you to dance with me?”
“The whole night. Perhaps more.”
You pull out your D.D.D and it starts blasting a really embarrassing song.
“Shit- Sorry. Whoops. Ignore that. Um, give me a song.”
“I quite liked the sound of that one.”
“You’re joking. Give me a classical one, like the ones being played in the hall.”
He recommends a song.
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After your dance, the snow gets heavier. You’re trapped under the gazebo now. With him.
What a cliché! You can’t believe your luck!
“How was my dancing skills?”
“Marvellous.”
“Of course-“
Mocking a face of arrogance, you look up. But…
There’s mistletoe.
“You hadn’t noticed before?”
“And you had?!”
“Oh gosh. Alright.”
You notice his hand as it rides up your arm. His eyes deepen in affection.
He leans in.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“If you insist.”
“I insist.”
And colours blend as you wanted it to.
It's only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you.
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End author’s note: I hope you enjoyed! I posted this just in time for Christmas…Happy holidays and have an amazing new year! 🎆
Speaking of new years, that reminds me of fireworks…hey, this is shameful advertising but check out my Diavolo fic based on fireworks. 🥰 LMAOO
Hello there! could I possibly ask for a Diavolo x reader where it's their wedding? i'd also like to see some interactions between the couple and the brothers and dateables
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff :)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Diavolo x GN!Reader (ft. others)
𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello! i’ll have to make two parts, for now i’ll write the side characters then next part will be the brothers! also sorry if this is bad im not too good at writing wedding stuff :,)
Today was your wedding day, soon you were to rule Devildom alongside with Diavolo. When it was your turn to walk down the aisle, mostly everyone stared at you happy for you. Diavolo was staring wide eyed blushing, how can you be this perfect?.. he thinks to himself.
You soon are in front of him and as you both say “I do.” Diavolo and you share a sweet kiss, one of his hands on your waist , the other on your head pulling you closer. You guys smiles as everyone cheers for you two.
• Diavolo is so happy that he was the one to marry you, adoring each and every one of your features you were just too perfect for him.
• Almost melted when you came down the aisle, you looked even more amazing in your dress/suit!
• Feels like its a dream because its too good to be true
• As soon as you came to Devildom he instantly fell in love, your personality and everything about you made him melt
• Has a bunch of wedding photos, and the ring he got you was so beautiful.
- here’s what i think the ring would look like [your choice] :) -
• He’s super happy that you will rule devildom with him.
• Does anything for you, he’s literally so in love with you
• I can for some reason think that he’ll invite the brothers and side characters to the wedding only, then announce it to the whole devildom
• Everyone adores you two, after all you’re a great couple!
• Barbatos is super happy for you two
• Will be the one to bring you down the aisle
• Cries tears of joy almost but keeps his calm face as always
• He gets to serve both of you and is happy to do so
• Definitely plans stuff for you two
• He will treat you both like you two are the only people on the planet
• Best butler 1000/10
• He baked all the after desserts and dishes, but sadly there was no left overs
• Over all is really proud of you guys
• Simeon smiles as you walk down the aisle, is so happy for you
• He is very supportive
• Compliments you both after your wedding
• He finds out how to use a camera, and takes photos for you guys
• Simeon also helped with the dishes, alongside Luke and Barbatos
• One to cry tears of happiness
• Whenever he see’s you guys he treats you guys as royalty
• Solomon is happy for you two
• “YEAH GO MCC!”
• Cheers the loudest and some people stare at him like 🤨
• His human friend is gonna be the future rules of Devildom with Diavolo? He feels honoured to even be friends with you
• Literally bows when he sees you two
• Makes heart fire works for you two after the wedding
• Luke still has a thing against demons but if you’re happy then he doesn’t really care
• Is still salty towards him though but is nicer
• He is very happy for your wedding
• Made you guys the wedding cake while Barbatos and Simeon decorated it
• Hugs you after and tells you congrats
trailing off bc you think no one is listening to you only for the quiet one of the group to nudge your foot w theirs ): so you continue talking — quieter this time — and they’re not looking at you but you see a lil quirk of their lips and the occasional head nods when you pause ):
chifuyu, hakkai, kakucho, saiki, aren, asahi, yamaguchi, fukunaga, kenma, semi semi, mori, barbatos, belphie, satan, your fave <3
The “Undatetables” reacting to their s/o biting kink
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon
Reader: Gn
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It's always been you
Barbatos x gn!mc,, 0.7k words
You developed an innocent crush in Barbatos after the first time you saw him, standing besides Lord Diavolo when you first came to the Devildom. Or at least that's what you thought, because that little crush never went away. In any case, it got bigger. Your feelings for him grew stronger each passing day.
Barbatos has a very calm demeanor, and is always ready to serve the public. He is rather nice to you, and smiles at you when you pass by each other in the halls of RAD. You feel butterflies in your stomach everytime he does, and try to remind yourself that he's only doing it because you're Lord Diavolo's precious exchange student.
There's no way he would ever be interested in you, right? He's a who-knows-how-old powerful demon, and you're just human. That fact doesn't help you at all, and can't stop you from acting flushed and getting nervous everytime you two are alone. Which is almost never, since he needs to be close to Lord Diavolo seemingly all the time, because Barbatos takes his position as a butler very seriously, that's one of the things you admire and love about him. He's so misterious yet so intriguing. He rarely talks about himself.
You stand anxiously in front of the mirror, checking everything is in place before leaving your room. "Going somewhere?" Mammon corners you outside your room. "To Lord Diavolo's...he invited me over, for tea" you answer, giggling, and he steps away. "Oh, really? That's like- the second time this week. What's up with that?" You shrug your shoulders and he does a tsk sound. "Uhh...anyway, be careful, ya hear? don't let yourself get eaten, Lucifer would never let me hear the end of it."
"Uh-huh" you say and rush out of The House of Lamentation, on your way to Madam Scream's. You buy a box of macarons, his favorites, and leave. You stand outside the bakery, looking at the macarons. When you turn around to walk, a demon bumps into you, making you fall to the ground. You get up to say something, but the demon is already gone. The box of macarons is on the floor, and you hurry to check the inside. "Oh no..." All the macarons are cracked, and there's crumbles everywhere. You stuff everything in your mouth and chew as fast as you can before you go back inside Madam Scream's once again to buy another box.
By the time you arrive to the Demon Lord's Castle, it's late, not too late, but still. And embarrassingly, you were just about to ring the doorbell when Barbatos opened the door. "Sorry I'm late..." you manage to say. "Worry not. Come inside, Lord Diavolo is waiting for you" He closes the door and turns around, placing his hand on your lower back. Your eyes open and your heart starts beating faster and faster. "Barbatos...here, take, I brought you something" You hand him the box of macarons, blushing. "Madam Scream's? I shall enjoy these later." He smiles, and you blush even more.
You remember that last time you were here, you also got him Madam Scream's macarons. You think maybe you should bring him something else next time. But what could he like? You know he likes tea and baking, and surprisingly heavy metal music, but what could be a good gift for him? "I'd like to get to know him better..." You say what you were thinking out loud, without realizing it. "Lord Diavolo?" He asks.
Your eyes open wide, and you're left speechless. "Lord Diavolo?...No, no...I meant you, Barbatos" You say, looking away, not really wanting to face him right now. "Pardon?" Now he's the one left speechless. "Barbatos...I really like you. From the moment I first laid my eyes on you." He closes his eyes to think for a minute. <This is it> You think. <This is the part where he rejects me>.
What you didn't know was that Barbatos had supposed you had fallen for Lord Diavolo, not him. "You don't know how happy I am to hear that. Truth be told...I had assumed you were rather smitten with Lord Diavolo. Now I'm aware that, perhaps, you've had your eyes on me all this time?" He pulls you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck, almost whispering in your ear "It had not occured to me..." He draws back and caresses your cheek, before pulling you into a short but loving kiss. "For me, it's always been you."
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Barbos is love (fight me on his nickname I will bite)
Of Love and Pacts - Barbatos x AFAB!Reader
CW: NSFW, minors DNI. DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON'T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO.
Demon form Barbatos, established relationship; use of fandom headcanon of pacts as tattoo marks on Reader; hickeys, very light, mild blood (scratching), P in V, light oral & petting (f receiving), jealousy, no nicknames/petnames, use of “Y/N” (it was necessary, you’ll see why), soft/emotional.
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Barbatos’s fingers were feather soft, barely brushing your naked skin as he traced along your arm up and down, dipping into the crook of your elbow and down to your sensitive wrist. Your body responded with goosebumps, the flesh tightening, answering the silent call of his gentle administrations.
His sheets were soft satin, colored dark teal like his hair. It made you feel cradled by him, despite his fingers being the only part of him touching you. The room was still warm from your recent lovemaking, so only the sheet was left, covering you from the waist down.
You hummed contentedly against his touch as his fingers shifted from aimless strokes, to following the patterns of the pacts tattooed across your skin. As he brushed over each one, you could feel the silence grow, feel it begin to gather weight within the space.
Something was bothering him.
As if on cue, Barbatos spoke.
“Why have you never asked to form a pact with me?” he asked quietly. His tone was polite, controlled, and in that instant, you knew that he was guarding his dissatisfaction.
His tone concerned you, and you rolled over to your back to face him. You stared into his green eyes, and he couldn’t hide his hurt fast enough behind his neutral gaze.
“I thought you didn’t like pacts,” you replied. “After what happened with Solomon, I... well, it didn’t feel right to ask.”
He held your gaze for a moment, before returning his fingers to trace along your chest, your ribs, your stomach. He was quiet, his gaze pensive as his eyes trailed over the pact mark along your shoulder.
You watched him, taking in the beauty of his demon form and all the little extra signs of body language it provided. The shudder of the skeletal wings on his head, the annoyed twitching of his dual-tipped serpentine tail as it flicked back and forth behind him. But you didn’t need those to know what he was feeling.
“I’m sorry,” you said gently. “I didn’t know it would bother you. I thought it was what you wanted.”
Barbatos glanced at you, before returning his gaze to the pact marks that he traced. His fingers traced the one along your hip, his fingers gently pushing down the bed sheet that covered you so that he could see all of it, reach all of it. Your body shuddered instinctually at his touch, once again reawakening for him. He noticed of course, and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly.
“What happened with Solomon was between me and him.” Barbatos returned his gaze to you, his hand gliding along your thigh to pull it over his own as his leg nestled between yours. “You are not Solomon.”
Your pulse became heavier, your heart pounding hard against your ribs. “I’m not,” you agreed. You reached your hand up and ran your fingers gently through the long bangs on the side of his face that hung down to tickle your cheek. “I’d never hurt you.”
He smiled gently. “I know that,” he replied. “And yet, here you lay beneath me, covered in the marks of seven men, and not a single one of them mine.”
Barbatos lowered his lips over the pact mark on your shoulder and bit into it, the pain making you gasp. But then his lips closed over his teeth, and he sucked, pulling at your sensitive flesh with his tongue. Pain flowered into arousal. But his mouth left you as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a dull ache on your skin and between your legs.
You knew for a fact that he had marked you, the hickey dark and bruising. A wave of familiar heat flooded down to your clit, and you grinded yourself against his thigh.
He didn’t acknowledge your desperate action, his eyes instead focused intently on his handiwork on your shoulder. It was Lucifer’s pact, the mark of Pride. It always seemed a fitting place for it; the eldest brother always carried the heaviest weight of the family upon himself, all due to his inability to share responsibilities in order to guard his ego.
Now it was tainted, stained with Barbatos’s touch.
Barbatos kissed his love mark tenderly, before continuing a trail of soft kisses and licks down the length of your arm, his hand holding your wrist to allow him easier access. His lips made his way to your palm where he placed a final gentle kiss into the sensitive nerves. Then he turned your palm over to nip at the mark on the back of your hand. It was Mammon’s pact mark this time, the mark of Greed.
He repeated the action he’d done before, ignoring the needy roll of your hips and the whine of your voice as he sucked at your skin, drawing forth your blood to just beneath the surface, where it washed out the details of the pact mark’s center. He stared at that one too after he’d finished, his thumb rubbing over it as if he could smudge it off of your skin.
Then his eyes were moving, searching for the next. They settled on the mark detailed intricately on your hip, the mark of Envy.
“If I could rid you of each and every one of them, I would,” he muttered. His nail dragged over the surface, the pressure stinging as it cut into your skin. You hissed air in through your teeth, but once again his mouth was over the wound he’d caused, his tongue lapping at the small line of blood.
You rolled against him again, but this time his hand pushed down firmly on your hip and held you still.
The next mark, the mark of Gluttony, was on your stomach, framing your belly button like an intricate henna tattoo. It kept the center of the mark from him, but it didn’t stop him from sinking his teeth into your skin just below it and sucking. His chest was pressed against your aching core, your wetness sticking to his skin. Your clit sang its praises, your cunt gathering wetness, as his body pressed against your pubic bone.
“Barbatos...” you whined, your fingers clutching the bedsheets. “Please...”
He paused in his task, and looked at you with narrowed eyes, pupils expanded with desire and beneath that, a dark, carnivorous possessiveness. “Please what?”
Your breath hitched in your throat as your body sang like music notes on glass. Any sharper, any louder, and you’d shatter, explode into a thousand pieces beneath Barbatos’s touch.
“Please... don’t stop,” you whispered. “Mark all of them.”
Barbatos’s breath caught in his throat. Whatever he had expected you to say, he hadn’t expected it to be that.
He came up to hover over you and captured your mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to demand your acceptance of him. You opened instantly, your arms wrapped tight around his neck as you tried with all your might to press every inch of yourself against him.
He was gone as quickly as he’d came, returning once again to the space between your legs. You had thought he’d continue on to the mark adorning your thigh, but he stopped to plant a gentle kiss against your clit, followed by a slow draw of his tongue from your wet entrance to your sensitive nub. You gasped, the heat of his mouth calling every nerve into attention for him, your cunt throbbing and aching. He growled low, and drew his tongue along your slit again, the wet muscle pushing deeper into your hole before sweeping up to capture your clit gently in his teeth. He gave it a small suck, and your hips began to buck against him, desperate for more.
But he didn’t linger. He moved away from your aching, wet core as it clenched around nothing, your body desperately calling for him to return.
His steely resolve never ceased to impress you. You could tell by how rock hard he was that he wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into your depths. But this task was far more important to him, and he was determined to see it through to its completion.
He settled himself over your thigh, his fingers tracing the mark of Lust. It was his least favorite mark, far too close to the intimate parts of you for his comfort. His bites and sucks were harder this time, and you tensed against it, pleasure shifting into pain.
Barbatos wasn’t one to hurt you. Not truly, at least. He enjoyed torturing you, making you beg for him. But true harm, true fear, was not something he ever wanted to see in you when you looked at him.
So, to ease the harshness of his mouth, his fingers stroked you gently, dipping between your folds to soothe and pleasure. His fingers withdrew to allow his thumb to find its home and draw small circles, applying enough pressure for you to focus on pleasure instead of pain. You writhed beneath him, your breaths becoming quick and labored as your hips began to stutter against his hand, but Barbatos never let you cum, keeping his touch just gentle enough to keep you from falling over the edge.
When he finally lifted from your thigh, the mark of Lust was blacked out with multiple hickeys.
Barbatos sat up, situating his legs on either side of yours, straddling your thighs. He grabbed your bicep. “Roll over,” he ordered as he pulled you.
You listened, rolling to your stomach, your head propped on your forearms.
Goosebumps scattered your skin as you felt his hair tickle the middle of your back, followed soon by his lips, barely brushing. He trailed his mouth down the curve of your body, following the valley of your spine. You thought he’d stop there to address the large pact mark in the middle of it, but he continued on, following the rise and fall of the hill of your ass, and down your thigh until he finally reached the sixth pact on the back of your calf, Wrath. He lifted your ankle slightly as he set to work, placing his own mark over it.
You waited in silence as he worked, your mind falling into a calm serenity. The heavy invisible anger that had been present in the room earlier was gradually lifting with each bite and dark imprint he left on you. But you knew there was more to be said, a quiet anticipation that hung between the two of you like an invisible veil. You were together, your hearts visible to each other, but still somehow separate.
His hands trailed back up your body, his lips ghosting up, up, up until they once again found the middle of your back where the last mark burned. It was Belphegor’s mark of Sloth, and Barbatos paused as he stared down at it, his fingers tracing its edges.
“It’s not just about the marks,” he finally confessed quietly. “It’s about what they mean. It’s about not being able to be with you. Not being able to protect you.”
Your eyes began to burn, the swell of emotion within you clawing for a way out. Barbatos must have sensed the change in you. He gently planted a kiss between your shoulder blades along your spine, followed by another on the smooth plane of your shoulder.
“I want to be able to protect you,” he said against your skin. “I want you to be able to call on me if you ever need me. Why should they be able to protect you when I can’t?”
The tears finally slipped from your lashes to absorb into the pillow as he lowered himself back down to the pact mark and began to finish what he had started. He sucked and bit, as his hands caressed your sides, his fingers squeezing your flesh and releasing.
“I wanted to...” you finally whispered. “I wanted to make a pact with you from the very beginning. From the moment I knew I loved you.”
You could hear the intake of breath behind you and his grip on you tightened, his nails digging into your skin. You rolled to your back again so you could face him, to let him see the truth in your eyes.
You cupped his face in your hands as he hovered over you, watching, listening.
“I’ve always wanted it,” you continued. “But I didn’t think you did. And it wasn’t just about Solomon. I knew that a pact with me would impact your loyalty to Diavolo. I didn’t want to do that to you. I didn’t want to ever put you in a position where you felt torn between me and duty.”
Barbatos’s gaze softened, the wings crowning his head shuddering softly before tucking gently in relaxation. His tail ceased its movement, instead laying gently and twining around your leg. His hand covered yours as you continued to cup his cheek.
“The pact will always take precedence,” Barbatos replied. “Not even Diavolo would be able to question it. And, he wouldn’t anyway. He has always been the most reasonable of demons and respects the binding power of pacts without question.”
You bit your lip, your brow furrowed. “Are you sure? What if that changes?”
Barbatos smiled softly and cupped your face in return. “If I have to choose between loving you and duty, then I will choose love. Every time, for eternity.”
More tears slipped down the corners of your eyes to absorb into your hair. “Then make a pact with me. Please.”
Barbatos’s eyes glowed slightly, and a shudder ran through his body. He lowered himself onto you, the heat of him soaking deep into your skin, your muscles, your bones. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, deep and pounding. He may be a demon, but he looked and felt as real as any man, and far greater than any human. His cock was hard between you, pressed against you in all the right places, places that made you want to arch your hips and greet him, to coax him within you so you could let him feel the love that nestled there, just for him.
He didn’t question your request. He didn’t require verification. He took your decision as gospel, an order that he was more than willing to follow.
He kissed you hard, his mouth open and tongue searching. You met his ferocity with your own, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as your legs wrapped around him. He pulled away just enough to stare into your eyes again. With every inch of your bodies intertwined, he dipped his hips, allowing his cock to find its home at your wet entrance.
“I am Barbatos, Demon of Time, servant of Prince Diavolo, first of his name.”
He pushed himself into you slowly as he spoke, allowing your body to stretch around him and welcome him home. You gasped, your eyes closing briefly, before they opened again. As he bottomed out against you, your cunt tightened around him, throbbing. His cock twitched, his nerves singing in pleasure as he felt the magic of his words begin to coalesce.
“I pledge myself to you, Y/N...” he pulled out slowly to the tip and pushed back in again, just as slow. “...that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact.”
He loved the way you inhaled, the way your pulse fluttered in your neck. He pulled out and thrust in again, harder, as the magic moved through him, first as a trickle, and then a stream.
“This I swear to you on both my name as well as the very blood that runs through my veins,” he finished.
The stream was now a river, powerful and strong. If you didn’t complete your end of the pact, it would sweep you both away in its destructive force. The thrill of it, of the feel of ancient power humming in his veins while your cunt squeezed his cock, brought its own sense of dizzying euphoria. He thrust into your harder, his pace increasing as he lifted himself slightly to improve the angle of his approach, to reach the deepest parts of you, the parts that made you moan and writhe.
“I....” Your breath hitched by his thrusting. “I am Y/N, descendant of Lilith, keeper of the... Seven Deadly Sins through oath and blood.”
Your oath was interrupted briefly by a sharp gasp as Barbatos thrust deep into you, his breaths turning into pants against your skin as he watched you, his cheeks flushed red.
You could feel the magic transferring to you, the demonic power within him flooding your veins. If you didn’t finish your oath, the binding would be incomplete, and it would incinerate you from the inside out.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing yourself to center on him as you felt your orgasm begin to build.
You strengthened your voice, your tone firm. “I accept this unbreakable pact, that we may be bound in body and name.”
Your hands moved from his neck to cup his cheeks as you rode the tides of his lovemaking.
“I promise to call upon you in my times of need, and to guard your soul as my own. This is my oath to you.”
Barbatos gasped as he felt the connection solidify, an anchor that pulled him down to you. He could feel his orgasm begin to build as the magic weaved and tangled itself between you. He lowered his lips to your body, his soft lips meeting the top of your stomach just below your ribs. A ring of magical fire emerged on your skin, radiating outward to unveil the intricately woven circle of his pact mark on your solar plexus. It didn’t burn, and you didn’t scream. But you gasped, your eyes flying open at the power that coursed through you.
Barbatos’s thrusts increased as he greedily watched the fiery ring expand across your skin like a stone being dropped in a pond. His eyes glowed, and his canines sharpened as his demon blood burned hot from the binding. He closed his eyes and kissed his mark on you again.
“Mine.” He said gruffly as he thrust into you. He could feel his balls begin to tighten, could feel your sweaty thighs shaking against his hips.
“Yours,” you replied as your fingers were once again tangled tightly in his silky strands.
“All mine,” he repeated. He planted another kiss as the pleasure coursing through his body started to crest.
“Yes. All yours,” you confirmed. “No one else’s, I promise. Ah! Barbatos...”
Your words fell away into soft whines and gasps as your entire body tightened around him in anticipation of the euphoric fall you were about to take. The magic still coursed strong in you, making everything heightened, sensitive, and your connection with Barbatos more powerful than ever.
His mouth found yours again, all tongue and teeth as he panted heavily into your mouth as he fucked you fiercely, the bedframe shaking and shuddering.
The pleasure finally snapped, overtaking you like wildfire just as the magic had done moments before. You came with a gasp as you clung to him, and Barbatos followed suit, your name on his lips as he spilled himself inside of you, his cock thrusting needily.
The frantic rhythm subsided to a stuttering of hips and spasming, sensitive bodies, the air between you hot and humid with each panting breath. You stared up at him with tired, dazed eyes, and he kissed you with your face in his hands.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I love you, I love you.”
You wrapped your arms around him. “I love you too. I love you, I love you.”
After a moment of reprieve, Barbatos pushed himself up to sit, his twitching cock still nestled inside you, his hands on your hips.
You had expected to feel his soft touch along your sides, your hips, your thighs, massaging your tender muscles as he always did after your time together.
But the touches never came.
You opened your eyes worriedly to see him staring down at your body wide-eyed, his flushed features washed pale.
A sense of alarm stole the remnants of peace from your veins.
“What?” you asked. “What is it??”
Had you done something wrong? Was the pact incomplete? Damaged? Had you hurt him in some way? You stared down at your own body where you’d felt the magic of the pact weave itself. It was then that you noticed it.
Barbatos’s pact stood out beautifully against your skin, a proud, intricate pattern that rested at the center of your body.
But beneath that, where the pact of Gluttony had been, was... nothing.
It was gone. Your pact with Beel was gone.
And so was the pact with Asmodeus.
And Mammon.
And Leviathan.
You stared at your naked body. Barbatos’s bruises were still there, a collection of brands upon your skin. But the pact marks... your connection to the fallen brothers... was gone.
“Barbatos...” you whispered, as numbness began to overtake you. “What have you done?”
He was just as stunned as you, his voice just as quiet. “I... I don’t know...”
HANAHAKI! Barbatos X GN!Reader
Character Count: 4,797 (892 words)
Content Warning: Obvious angst, mentions of blood, slight implications of self-harm (depends on how you view it really, though), & death.
Prologue: He couldn't believe it. He was in disbelief as he realised what had happened. He coughed up a petal. He had caught the hanahaki disease.
Barbatos had been infatuated with you ever since you arrived and had been yearning to get closer to you, but due to his position as the royal butler and your busy schedule with school along with the demon brothers constantly at your side, it made it quite difficult for him.
As for you, you had been interested in Barbatos as well and also wished to be close to him but you just never had the time. All you could do was observe each other from afar.
The first to get Hanahaki was Barbatos. As he was doing his usual duties, he suddenly coughed, when he looked into his hand, he was shocked to find a petal. But he immediately brushed it off as he was arranging a flower bouquet for one of the vases around the castle.
As time went on, his feelings for you got stronger, and so did the Hanahaki. Once Barbatos realised that the petals came from him, he knew he had it. He knew that he would have to confess his feelings for you, but he feared that you would not reciprocate it, or get the surgery but he refused to lose these precious feelings.
You were the first person in his entirety of living that he had caught feelings for, and he truly believed that you were the one. And so, he hid his disease from everyone.
He hid it so well that nobody could tell a thing, but it was obvious that Barbatos was getting more tired and drained every day. Diavolo notices this one day and he points it out, Barbatos brushes it off but Diavolo orders him to have the rest of the day off so he could recover.
As Barbatos rested in his room, he started to violently cough up bloodied flowers. He knew that this would be the end, and he decides to write a letter to you using his remaining energy. The letter reads:
"My dearest Y/N,
I'm truly sorry you find out this way. I've had feelings for you ever since we met, I never confessed as I had feared that you might not reciprocate. I could have used my powers to tell yes, but I knew that it would be overstepping your boundaries and so I didn't pry any further.
I am truly sorry again for not confessing. I wish we had spent more time together, I love you so much, Y/N. I hope you find someone lovely and amazing, who would love you as much as I do. Please take care of yourself and I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me...
-Sincerely,
Barbatos."
And as he finishes the letter, he coughs up his last bloodied flower and slouches over his desk as flowers bloom in his lungs and throat, completely taking over his respiratory system.
Diavolo finds his body the next day and is in absolute shambles. Word eventually reaches everyone and it causes distraught and disbelief to everyone. You took it the hardest out of all of them. When they handed you the letter, you couldn't even bring yourself to open it as it reminded you of Barbados.
"Barbatos could've easily avoided this! He could've used his powers to shift into a different timeline!!! So why?!?!? Why didn't he?!?" You exclaimed in between sobs.
As you grieved, you lashed out at everyone who tried to comfort you, completely shutting them out and ruining your relationships. You had completely shut yourself off from everyone in your room and every time you went out, you would only look more sad and tired. All everyone could do was watch as you destroyed yourself.
As you cried yourself to sleep once more, you started to cough uncontrollably, as you looked into your hands, you find several bloodied petals and you knew you had caught it too. You knew how to stop this but you didn't want to lose your feelings for Barbatos.
You didn't want the surgery, it made your heart ache every time you thought of it. So it was only a matter of time. So this made you decide to turn your life around.
You apologized to everyone, went out more, and opened up more, but you've never told anyone that you caught the Hanahaki disease as well.
To everyone, it seemed that you were finally over it, and you even opened the letter Barbatos left you.
But it was all a facade, you would constantly excuse yourself to cough up more bloodied flowers and would constantly be in agony every night.
One day, as the hanahaki got worse, you decided to skip class to rest in your room, Lucifer let this slide as he could visibly see how sickly you look.
You knew that this would be your last day as well and as you cough up flowers on your bed, you decided to send a mass text to everyone, saying:
"I'm sorry, everyone."
And as you send off the mass text, you cough up your last flower and you whisper. "I'm coming, my love." You close your eyes as you lay on your bed, letting the Hanahaki take over your lungs and throat.
The End.