Sick Day
Barbatos x GN!Reader
Warnings: None. Just fluff... pure self-indulgent fluff.
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Your DDD pinged and you peeked your head out of your warm covers to check the message with bleary, aching eyes.
Barbatos: I did not see you at RAD today. Are you alright?
Warmth heated your cheeks and it wasn’t due to the fever. Your fingers typed back your response. I’m sick.
Barbatos: Oh dear, that is unfortunate.
You smiled and typed. I’m surprised none of the brothers told you.
You waited as you watched the ellipses appear.
Barbatos: I was only there briefly to gather paperwork.
There was a pause. More ellipses appeared then vanished, and a moment later, reappeared again.
Barbatos: I shall bring you some tea and honey cakes.
You silently giggled to yourself and buried your face in your pillow before responding. You don’t have to... besides, I don’t want to get you sick.
Barbatos: How easily you forget that we are different species. I highly doubt I’ll be susceptible to your cold, although I appreciate the concern. But it does beg the question of how you got sick while being surrounded by demons...
You bit your lip for a moment and then typed. Solomon and I went to the human world for brunch a few days ago...
Barbatos: ...I see. Then he is the one to blame for this. I shall have a word with him after my visit.
You chuckled to yourself. Go easy on him, Barb. It was both our idea.
Barbatos sent the winking demon emoji but nothing else. You set our phone back down on your nightstand and once again buried beneath your covers as another fever chill washed over you, making your bones ache.
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You must have fallen asleep because next thing you knew, you were being roused by a gentle hand on your shoulder. The sudden presence of someone in your room made you jolt awake, only to be met by a pair of familiar green eyes framed in dark green hair.
“B-Barbatos...”
“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you...” he replied softly. He still held the tray of tea and cakes in his left hand, perfectly balanced, and he set it carefully down next to your bed. You noticed two empty teacups and a lidded teapot with steam curling out of its spout. “I had knocked, but you didn’t answer.”
A small smile tugged at your lips as you laid back down, the blanket tucked securely around your neck. “Were you worried about me?”
His lips curled up slightly. “Perhaps a little,” he confessed.
Then Barbatos looked at you, taking in your appearance with a slightly furrowed brow. “Hm...” he removed his white glove and placed the back of his hand to your forehead.
Your heart pounded at the sudden skin-to-skin contact, and you wondered if he noticed. How good was a demon’s hearing anyway?
“You seem worse than I had anticipated...” he said.
He began preparing your tea for you, pulling out a small satchel of herbs from the inner pocket his RAD uniform.
“What’s that?” you asked.
“A personal remedy I put together,” he replied. “It contains herbs from the human world that are meant to help with fever and aches. Tulsi leaves, ginger, honeysuckle... just to name a few.”
You watched as he set the herbs into the strainer and placed it back into the teapot. You both waited as the concoction brewed.
“How did you find time to put this together?” you asked curiously.
“I prepared it before your first arrival to the Devildom. When I knew we would have human exchange students, I made it my duty to ensure we were well stocked with any possible needs in case of situations such as this.”
You smirked. “Always so prepared...”
“A fact that I am grateful for now.” His smile softened under the gentle weight of worry. “Us demons do not like seeing you like this... it reminds us how fragile and mortal you are.”
Your chest felt tight and you placed your hand over Barbatos’s, your fingers squeezing his softly. His cheeks flushed the slightest bit, his eyes widening at your blatant affection, and yet his own fingers reciprocated, curling around yours.
“I’m not dying, Barbatos... It’s just a cold,” you smiled.
He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m aware, but the discomfort remains just the same. We sense time differently than you do... it feels slower, at least here in the Devildom, where change happens over thousands of years instead of decades. We don’t always realize how quick and unforgiving it is, especially for humans. We think there is enough time and yet there never is.”
He stared down at your hand, his thumb running across the knuckles of your fingers. “Your species burns bright, but you also burn out much faster. It makes it difficult for us to love and even more difficult to let go when the time eventually comes.”
His confession left your heart heavy and your mind dizzy. Tears stung your eyes. “Barbatos...”
But before you could continue, he changed the topic.
“I believe your tea is ready...” he said with an artificial lightness.
He relinquished your hand and began preparing your cup. You watched quietly as he added honey and lemon. When it was finished, he held it out to you.
You pushed yourself up and adjusted your position until you were sitting next to him on your bed, shoulder to shoulder.
“Thank you...”
You took the cup and sipped it. You hummed pleasantly at the warmth that followed down your throat.
“Is it to your liking?” he asked as he poured his own cup.
“Yes, thank you.”
He smiled, pleased with himself. A mutual quiet fell over both of you as you both sipped at your teas and nibbled at your cakes.
When the cups were finally empty, the fatigue returned. You leaned your head against Barbatos’s shoulder.
He looked down at you. “Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“Mhm... just sleepy... “ you mumbled. Then in jest you said, “did you slip anything else into that tea you made?”
Barbatos chuckled low in his chest. His arm came around your shoulders in a partial embrace and he gently grazed his fingers on the curve of your shoulder.
“I would never,” he replied.
More of your weight pressed against him as your body relaxed beneath his touch. Slowly your head slid down into his lap, your hands pillowing beneath your cheek and against his thigh. He stiffened at first, but then breathed out a small gust of amused surrender as his hand began to pet you from the crown of your head to your arm in calming, soothing motions.
You closed your eyes. “My muscles ache and my head is foggy,” you complained.
“You should rest,” he chided.
“I am resting...”
Barbatos chuckled. “I meant in your bed, beneath your blankets.”
“But you’re warm...”
“Your bed is also warm...”
“My bed doesn’t pet my hair.”
Barbatos laughed gently, deep and rich, and you couldn’t help but smile with your eyes still closed.
“Very well. Let us make a truce. You will lay beneath your covers and I will continue to pet your head.”
“Deal.”
Slowly you sat up and repositioned yourself until you were bundled snuggly. Barbatos sucked in a quiet, calming breath to ease his nerves before he scooted next to you. He kept himself on top of the blankets, a crucial barrier between himself and you. But you still did your best to snuggle into his side, your head tucked beneath his chin. His hand continued its gentle treks across the parts of you that felt safest. Your body relaxed beneath his touch, and Barbatos closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of your hair before releasing the air in a relaxing exhale.
While he didn’t like you being sick, he found this particular arrangement to be... quite nice... even if his heart was pounding wildly in his chest like he’d just run a marathon, every nerve of his body alive everywhere your body touched his.
“Barbatos...”
“Yes?”
“Your heart is beating really fast...” he could hear the teasing in your voice, wrapped up in beautiful delight.
You knew.
His own words echoed in his mind. ‘We think there is enough time and there never is.’
‘Well...’ he thought, ‘no sense in denying it...’
“It’s because I want to kiss you,” he confessed quietly.
Your entire body tensed with bridled joy, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across your lips as your cheek rested against his chest. “I want you to kiss me too.”
Barbatos looked down at you, seeing nothing but the top of your head.
“Then look at me,” he said.
But even as he said it, it was his own fingers beneath your chin that tilted your face up to him.
Then he captured your lips gently with his, his hand cupping your cheek. Your skin still felt flushed, your breath hot with fever and laced with the scent of honey and tea. But you hummed happily as he kissed you, and it was enough to reassure him, to make his chest warm with delight.
When your lips parted, he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Now rest,” he chided, “so that you can heal and I can no longer worry over you.”
You nuzzled down into your bedding in acquiescence, pressed against him.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled sleepily.
“Always,” he replied.
A minute of silence passed, and Barbatos was nearly certain than you’d fallen asleep when you suddenly spoke again.
“Barbatos...”
“...yes?”
“Can you stay until I fall asleep?”
His arm squeezed you gently and he placed an indulgent kiss to the crown of your head.
“Yes.”
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i think it would be funny if Barbatos and an angel reader were like beefing for centuries. all because they are both counterparts to ensure the other doesn't use their time abilities to act maliciously against their respective races.
But they also, meet up for tea every two weeks to try and call each other out. "I see that you manipulated time earlier this week. Care to elaborate." You've got a freshly brewed cup of tea in hand, while sharply digging your gaze into Barbatos' neutral features.
"I don't see why such a thing is necessary, I'm certain the miniscule thing I decided to do had no impact of the Celestial Realm." He won't elaborate, his responses are always as careful as his expression. Neither giving away his intent.
"Yes but that means you were using your powers quite frivolously, something that I simply cannot overlook." In truth you already know what he did, but it's much more satisfying to have him admit to his imperfection. But the detail you always forget is that he knows what you have done with your powers too.
"I suppose that means I cannot overlook yesterday where you rewound time to change the fact that you tripped over your own feet in front of Michael." The way his smile changes to a smirk is enough to almost make you spit out the tea you've just sipped.
"I did no such thing!"
"Your reaction seems to indicate otherwise."
"Well what about that time you rewound time to completely avoid a family of mice!" While the demon butler doesn't react as suddenly as you, you know you've got him, when he momentarily cannot meet your stare.
"I do not recall the instance you speak of."
"You're blushing!" He doesn't respond instead pushing a small cake in your direction in hopes of you being distracted long enough for him to recall an occasion where you have done something twice as a embarrassing.
anyways somewhere along the line enemies to lovers because i love that shit (i'd love to make this into a full fic)
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✦ BARBATOS [OBEY ME] | CONCERNS FOR THE FUTURE | YANDERE [TW: STALKING, IMPLIED VIOLENCE, NSFW]
There's something so romantic about watching you sleep.
Something so intimate about standing beside your bed while you're away, fixing the tousled covers and sheets, folding them and straight to utter perfection, ignoring the ache—the utter desire to give into my very devilish temptations. To bury my nose into your scent and leave behind the faintest scent of my smell and taste. Dining on the pure imagery of you laying down, tired and desperate for rest to smell me, your fingers gazing over the faintest stain of my... secretions.
My gloved hands drag over the spot in which you lay, hovering over the form of your sleeping body, unaware of eyes that so hungrily watch you. My eyes. Yet, there is no ounce within my being that feels this is wrong. Not a portion of my tainted soul that feels guilt for what I do. Because guilt for watching you, guilt for sliding open your lips and dragging my tongue along yours, doesn't exist. And never will.
As I gently caressing your soft flesh, knees resting against the mattress, as I place a chaste kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment before ultimately pulling away. Thinking over simply how much love I hold for you. Though the line between love and simple obsession—possession is a fine line that I walk dutifully.
I was at one moment certain, sure in myself that I would never love—never love a mortal, a human, so weak and frail, yet I find your weakness, shall I say endearing? Watching you fumble and struggle to adapt into a world that will never fully be yours. I enjoy it. Watching you so blatantly need me, I mean, how else could you possibly do anything alone? You couldn't. Which is what I love, that I can't help but for a moment, pity you...
But not enough to stop. Nor enough to truly help you in a way that's productive for me, at least.
Soon, I'll have to clip those pesky wings of yours, break that never ending prideful hope—desire to impress and prove useful to others. Yet those are worries for another day, for now, I'll merely watch you sleep.
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