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warper-in-training · 11 months ago

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Time Traveler's Vow

Happy birthday, Barbatos!

I was wracking my brain for an idea to write something for today and then this hit me. Just as a warning, it contains some discussion of death. We've all thought about what might happen to Barb if MC ever died, the lengths he might go to in his grief. This story is about that concept. I hope I did it justice!

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: some discussion of death and grief

When Barbatos made his vow, he never expected things to end up this way. Too many years of refusing to look into the future had blinded him to this moment, the one moment he needed to see most. The moment when your absence was more than just a temporary ache. When the sound of your coffin closing sent shockwaves of pain through his limbs, his veins, his heart.

He couldn’t have known that he would end up on his knees at Lord Diavolo’s feet, begging for just one chance to go through time to save you. The pity in the Young Master’s eyes was piercing. It hurt him almost as much as your death, but not quite enough to stop him from pleading.

At first Barbatos refused to ask because he knew the answer already. But as the days passed, the pain deepened. It was unlike anything that even an ancient and powerful demon such as himself had ever felt in his long and complicated life. It drove him to desperation, to the selfish desire to ask even if just to hear the refusal, one that he knew it would hurt Diavolo to give him.

Knelt on the floor of Diavolo's office, hand on his heart, meeting the young lord's eyes, Barbatos knew that there was no other being to whom he would make such a supplication.

“Young Master.” His voice was trembling. The waver in it filled him with both shame and determination. “You know I would never ask you for anything. My duty is to stay by your side, always. And yet if you ever found it in your heart to grant one request from me, let it be this.”

Diavolo’s expression remained schooled, even if his eyes gave away how he was truly feeling. He did that for Barbatos, knowing that if he displayed too much emotion it would make this even more difficult.

“Barbatos-“

“Please,” Barbatos said.

The rawness of this single word made Diavolo close his eyes and let out a slow breath. When he opened them again, they were full of complications.

“You know I can’t let you do this,” Diavolo said. He held out a hand for Barbatos to take. “Please, stand up. I can’t stand to see you like this.”

Barbatos felt himself turn to stone as he took Diavolo’s hand and got to his feet. He settled into his butler stance and bowed stiffly. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Diavolo asked, preventing Barbatos from fleeing the room. “If you alter time to save MC now, we both know the consequences would be devastating. This time, it would change too much.”

“I know,” Barbatos said. “Of course you are correct, my lord.”

Diavolo frowned. "And yet you asked anyway."

“Forgive me. It was a moment of weakness. It will not happen again. Now if you will allow me to prepare dinner…” Barbatos said. It was his way of asking if he could leave.

Diavolo sighed and nodded. Barbatos left the room, knowing that this display of vulnerability would impact the way Diavolo saw him from that moment on. And yet he couldn’t talk himself out of making the request. In fact, he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t break his vow after all. It would be so easy to simply slip through time, briefly, quickly, and he could alter it in such a way that no one would be the wiser.

Barbatos was uncertain about whether or not he would lose the battle to his grief. If he did, his vow would be broken. If he didn’t, his soul would be instead. Without you, he might as well be empty.

After that, Barbatos could feel Lord Diavolo watching him. The brothers were keeping an eye on him, too. All of them shared his grief on some level, of course. They had seen your lifeless body, too. Barbatos noticed the faraway look in Solomon’s eyes and knew that he was not the only one suffering.

And yet, it felt as though he was completely alone in the depth of his despair. Barbatos closed himself off completely, unable to connect with the others over the loss of you. For him, it was as though you had taken root inside his heart and the day you died was the day that the great tree that had grown from it was felled, yanked unceremoniously from his blood vessels, leaving him lifeless.

The empty space where you once flourished felt now like poison, the antidote of which no one could bring him. No one but you.

And there was only one way for him to see you again.

With each passing day, the stone that Barbatos was now composed of became stronger, harder, and more impossible to penetrate. He did not let anyone in. And they watched him solidify with growing concern.

When the weight of his own heart became too heavy, Barbatos found himself on his knees again.

His room was filled with chaotic teal light and a fog of darkness - his demonic aura gone awry around him.

His demon form had exploded out of him, his tail in a frenzy, his sensitive horns twitching uselessly, his gloved fists on the floor.

His tears pooled slightly on the floor beneath him as he tried to prevent his magic from propelling him into the past, fighting to stop himself from breaking his vow to Lord Diavolo. It was who he was, it was the one thing he had maintained with pride for so long - his conviction and his penance and his reason for existing.

It seemed impossible that anything would make him want to throw it all away. But he was ready to do just that and for what? For the small chance that you might return to him? Return to him in a way that would ruin the future of everything he'd spent so much of himself working toward?

Barbatos could hear Diavolo outside his bedroom door. The Young Master’s voice was strained as he yelled, trying to break his way in. But Barbatos’s power was filling the room and preventing entry. No one could reach him, not like this. No one could stop him and he was losing the battle with himself.

Barbatos crouched down further onto the floor and two words left his lips in a broken whisper.

"MC… please…"

The magic around him crackled, a tempest of teal and black, endless chimes from an unseen clock, the continual ticking of an invisible second hand.

Time paused.

It was the first break. A crack in his structure that would let out the part of him he was trying so desperately to contain.

Or so he thought.

After a moment, Barbatos opened his eyes because he realized that he was not the one who had paused time. And if not him, then who…?

"Barbatos."

Barbatos recognized the voice instantly. The sound of it zipped immediately to his heart, squeezing painfully. His name on your lips was too much. Was he hallucinating now? Was this the beginning of him truly falling apart? You had never had time powers. This had to be him manifesting a version of you that didn't exist. One that was alive, that could move through time, that spoke his name.

Barbatos couldn't move. His body was still too much like a statue - the marble of his countenance too sturdy to break just yet.

In the room where time had ceased, where his magic had frozen in place like an abstract installation of green lightning and black fog, you knelt before him.

He could see your feet, your hands, the edges of your clothes.

But it couldn't be real. He had seen you die. He had watched as your corpse was placed into the ground. He had been mourning you for months.

You settled on the floor in front of him, sitting cross legged as if you were prepared to wait until he came alive again.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this," you said. Your voice was soft, but there was something different about it, too. A new lilt that he didn't recall from before. "I didn't die in the timeline I'm from. Instead, you sacrificed yourself to save me. I lost you and I lost myself at the same time. So I made my own vow. To find you again. I spent years and years learning to use the doors in your bedroom. It was mostly trial and error. But I finally found it. I finally found the timeline in which I died and you didn't. This is the only one where you survive."

The truth of this explanation hit Barbatos harder than anything he had yet experienced. It crushed right through the stone around him, breaking him into a million pieces as surely as he thought your death already had.

Barbatos looked up, sat back on his heels, put his hands in his lap, and met your eyes.

You looked like yourself, but different. There was something ageless about you, something like magic sparkling beneath your skin. As though you were no longer fully human, now partly transformed by the way you'd doubtless been moving through the fabric of time and space.

"MC." Barbatos had never once said anything that sounded like a prayer until that moment.

You smiled at him, an expression full of melancholy and hope all at once. "I know I'm maybe not the same," you said. "I know you had to bury the version of me from your own timeline. I know I'm not the same me that you cared for. But… would it be okay if I stayed?"

Trees cannot grow in stone. But they can take root in the cracks between, reaching down to find living soil and up to find nurturing light. The empty places in his heart began to fill as you asked that final question, looking at him like all your dreams might come true if he only said yes.

Barbatos smiled back at you. As if he would ever say anything else.

"I would wish for nothing more than for you to remain here by my side," he said. "No being understands as well as I that you are still you, no matter what timeline you've arrived from. When you have spent so much time searching for me, how could I ever hope to turn you away?"

Time began again.

Barbatos's magic began to settle, returning to him like a sleepy cat, curling up and purring itself to sleep.

Barbatos pulled you to your feet as he rose himself. He kept your hands clasped in his as he tugged you closer to him.

"MC," he said. "I should have trusted that you would find a way back to me."

You laughed and there was a strain of magic lingering even there. "I hope you never doubt me again."

Barbatos looked solemn. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He pulled you into a kiss, his arms enclosing you, pressing you to him like he would never let you go ever again. His power settled even further and he knew that soon Lord Diavolo would come crashing through his bedroom door. And he would be able to say that he kept his vow. And you would be able to say that you kept yours.

But for that moment, he let himself kiss you, let himself feel the tingling magic in your lips, the endless thrill of your touch, the reality of you here in his arms.

For that moment, Barbatos softened in the face of a love so strong that you had traversed the paths of time in his stead to find him, as he had been so close to doing to find you. And he vowed to himself that he would never need to face this choice again because he would not allow himself to lose you.

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warper-in-training · 11 months ago

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CLOSES CAPTIONS‼️

FEED ME BOTTOM BARBATOS CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS‼️‼️

(please🙏)

Bows for barb

Very well. Your life is mine, then.

Here's some bottom!Barb with a male MC, hopefully that's okay. I haven't forgotten that I said I'd write some male MC smut, so.

male!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: penetration (Barb receiving), also I think of this as established relationship but still in the early stages

There was a tension in the air. On the table before you, immaculately made tea and pastries were half consumed. On the chair beside you, Barbatos seemed to be deliberately avoiding your gaze.

At first you weren’t sure why he seemed to be unable to look at you directly. He had poured your tea with a soft smile, but his eyes stayed on the liquid the entire time.

Now that he was sitting beside you, busying himself with his own teacup, you saw the very beginnings of a light blush on his cheeks.

“Barbatos,” you said. You watched as he paused immediately, still not looking at you.

“Yes, MC?” he asked.

“I think you may have spilled some tea on your glove,” you said.

Barbatos put down his teacup and looked at his pristine white gloves. They were spotless. “Are you certain?”

“Pretty sure,” you said. “Here, let me see.”

You reached out and took one of his hands, pulling it toward you and inspecting the fabric. Of course there was nothing there, you already knew that. But when you glanced at Barbatos’s face, the blush had deepened just a little.

You turned his hand over in yours, examining it. “Hmm,” you said. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn…”

You bent his wrist so that a strip of skin between the bottom of the glove and the beginning of his sleeve was exposed.

“Ah,” you said. “Here.”

“What-“ Barbatos began to say, but his words were cut off abruptly when you pressed your lips to his wrist.

You glanced up at his face, lips still lingering, and were thrilled to see that although his expression was schooled, his blush had deepened significantly.

“MC-“ Barbatos began to say, but you pulled him a little closer and interrupted him.

“What?” you asked, smirking. “Are you going to lecture me? There’s nobody here, Barbatos. You think I can’t tell when you’re holding back?”

Barbatos sighed. “You are too bold,” he said. “This is hardly an appropriate place.”

You had a choice to make. Either you could back off or you could push your luck. You knew that the latter was a gamble. You might make him angry and then all bets were off. But you really wanted to kiss him. And despite what he said, there seemed nowhere more appropriate than when the two of you were alone like this.

You kissed his wrist again. “Do you really want me to stop?” you asked, pulling his glove up so that you could kiss his palm.

You were shocked when Barbatos’s fingers suddenly gripped your jaw. It was a gentle hold, but firm enough to prevent you from moving further. He lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“I know you are trying to fluster me, MC,” he said. “Are you prepared to finish what you have started?”

Your eyes widened a little, taking in his stern but flushed expression. His words were so formal still, but you knew what he was saying.

“Will you let me?” you asked.

Barbatos searched your eyes, as if searching for his own answer in them.

You reached up and took the hand that was still holding your face. Barbatos allowed you to, his muscles going limp. “Why not give in just this once? Why not let yourself have what you want?”

You leaned closer, your face only inches from his, waiting. Barbatos’s lips opened, paused. You took the opportunity and kissed him.

The response was so much more than you had been anticipating. You could tell in that instant that the gamble had been worth it. His tongue met yours, his hands clutched at your uniform, he leaned himself into you, like he couldn’t get enough.

You used his momentum to pull him onto your lap. He wrapped an arm around you, putting his hand on your cheek as the kiss deepened.

You broke away to trail your lips down his neck, pulling his tie loose and opening the collar of his shirt so you could reach further down. You let your teeth graze his hot skin, enjoying the gasps your actions elicited.

Your hand trailed down his side and across his thigh, finding exactly what you were hoping for. Barbatos bit back a moan when you touched his erection.

You leaned your head against his chest. “Should I take care of this?” you asked teasingly.

Barbatos frowned down at you. “You say that as though you are not in a similar predicament,” he said. He wiggled a little, indicating that he could feel your erection beneath him.

You laughed because you weren’t expecting him to do something so cute. “Okay, I admit it,” you said, kissing his neck again. “So what do you propose we do?”

Barbatos looked down at you and his eyes grew dark with lust. The change that came over him made your stomach flip. He put his hand on your cheek, glove half off, the skin of his palm pressing against you.

“I think we’ve had enough tea, don’t you?” he asked, almost mildly.

You cocked your head in curiosity. “I would say so,” you said, playing along.

Barbatos slid off your lap, leaving your thighs almost unbearably cold. He leaned back against the table and folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at you.

You stood immediately, letting your chair slide back far enough that it was out of your way. You had your hands on his waist in the next second, holding him still while you kissed him.

To your satisfaction, he unfolded his arms and started tugging at your belt. It wasn’t long before he had your cock in his half gloved hand and you gasped into his mouth at the feel of it.

But you wanted to touch him, too. You wanted to see more of him. You undid the buttons of his jacket, pushing it off of him before undoing his tie completely. You made quick work of the rest of his buttons, letting his shirt hang open so you could kiss your way down his chest.

The noises he made in response filled you with an urgency you hadn’t quite had until that moment. You unclasped his cumberbund, letting it fall to the floor while you moved on to his pants.

When they were out of your way, you turned him around and pushed him down over the table. To your surprise, he let you. Somehow he managed to place his entire torso on it without disturbing anything, though several dishes clanked. You leaned over him and saw the way his cheeks had turned much darker than before.

You ran your hand down his flesh, his shirt bunched up to the middle of his back. You recited a short spell - an easy one that Asmo had taught you. Lube manifested in your hand and you slathered some of it over your cock before using the rest of it on Barbatos.

Barbatos squirmed beneath you as you placed your lubed up fingers inside of him. To your delight, he moaned and pushed himself back on them.

“MC,” he panted into the table. “Please hurry.”

It was the closest you’d get to begging from him. At least, for now. And you were too impatient to make him wait.

You leaned down and left a trail of kisses along his spine. Then you slowly pressed your cock inside of him.

You waited for a moment, letting Barbatos adjust to you. He relaxed beneath your touch, but his breathing was ragged already. When you still didn’t move, he tried to stay still but ended up squirming anyway.

You held onto his hips, leaning down over him again to say, “Don’t try to hide how good you feel. How desperate you are.”

“Please,” Barbatos panted. “MC.”

You smiled to yourself as you began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts. Barbatos moaned and pressed his cheek against the table. The sight of him already losing his composure and the feel of your cock inside him both caused firey pleasure to burn hot inside of you.

You sped up and the way Barbatos tightened around you made you grip his hips even harder. He let out a strangled noise that sounded very much like a repressed moan, hiding his face in his arm.

You wrapped an arm around his chest, lifting him up off the table so he was forced to use his hands to keep his balance. He arched back into you as your fingers found one of his exposed nipples.

“A-ah!” He couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sensations too much for him to successfully repress his reactions.

The sound of his pleasure went straight to your cock, making your thrusts harder as you reacted to his cries. The need to press in further, to go faster, to feel him coming undone.

The momentum built and you could feel yourself reaching that peak. You wrapped your other hand around Barbatos’s cock and pumped as you leaned down and bit his shoulder.

Barbatos cried out your name as his cum created stripes across his belly. The feeling of its sticky texture dripping down your fingers brought you over the edge, too. You pulled his hips back into you as you felt your own cum filling him up.

Barbatos moaned again, spent and tired, slumping forward onto the table. Several teacups clattered, but somehow nothing fell to the floor. As though even in this state, he was too careful to cause real damage.

Barbatos insisted on the two of you taking a shower after your strenuous activity. You didn’t complain, enjoying the extra time with him. He had become soft, letting you wash him, letting you touch and kiss him. Still it wasn’t long before you found yourself teasing him again, anticipating the next time he would give in to you.

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warper-in-training · 11 months ago

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Loving shroom to terrorize you a bit Can I request a drabble of Barbatos taking care of MC who was turned into a rat Please please and thank you ♥ -🍄

Terrorize me? More like terrorize Barb 😭

Okay, here's a drabble of Barb taking care of rat!MC featuring Solomon~

It was hard to say how it happened. One minute, you were sitting there in front of him as yourself and the next you had become… a you know what.

Barbatos wasn't sure how to react at first. He stared at your beady little eyes, glossy fur, and worm-like tail in shock.

He knew it was you. It had been you in your natural state moments ago. But now…

Something in Barbatos shifted. Yes, you were now a rat. But it was still you.

You looked up at him from the chair beside the table where you had both been having tea. You hadn't moved, as though uncertain about what to do yourself.

What had caused this? He had to figure it out and return you to normal.

Barbatos looked carefully at the table, wondering if something had gone wrong with the tea. And that was when he spotted them. There was a plate of muffins on the table that he had not made. They looked normal enough.

Barbatos picked one up and instantly felt the magic tingling through his fingers. He sighed.

Shaking his head, Barbatos put the muffin back down. He looked at you carefully, still waiting there on the seat.

"Forgive me, MC," he said. "I need to transport you, but I cannot bring myself to touch you in this form. Will you consent to being carried in a box?"

You blinked at him and he hoped you still understood what he was saying. Relief flooded through him when you nodded your little head.

"I am most grateful," he said. "Please wait here. I will return shortly."

Barbatos found a very nice box. If you had to be in one, it might as well be fitting for you. It was a little velvet lined jewelry box with a hinged lid. He would keep it open so you could breathe.

Barbatos brought it over to your chair and placed it low so you could climb in. He tried to suppress a shudder as you did so, but didn't quite manage it.

Holding your box carefully in both hands, Barbatos left the castle.

He didn't have far to go, but the entire time his fingers were itching. He tried not to think about the rat he was carrying. It was you, he told himself. That was not just a rat. It was you.

When Barbatos reached Purgatory Hall, he did not bother to knock. He simply entered.

Simeon and Raphael looked up curiously when he did.

"Barbatos?" Simeon asked.

Luke's head poked out from the kitchen. "What? Barbatos is here?"

Barbatos did not respond. He was too focused on his task. Too focused on getting you back to the way you were supposed to be.

Barbatos flung open the door to Solomon's room and looked around.

The sorcerer in question was sitting on a sofa, reading an ancient looking spell book. He looked up. "Barbatos, I wasn't expecting you!"

Barbatos smiled.

Solomon visibly shuddered at this and put his book aside, standing. "What's wrong?"

Barbatos handed the box to Solomon, who took it and looked down at you.

"That is MC," Barbatos said. "The muffins you left at the castle somehow made their way onto the table for tea and this is the result. Fix it."

Solomon made quick work of finding a spell to return you to normal. He didn't want to find out what would happen if he failed.

Solomon lifted you out of the box before using the spell to restore you to your normal form.

The moment he did, you found yourself in Barbatos's arms. "MC," he said into your hair. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," you said, laughing a little and melting into his embrace. "It really wasn't so bad."

"Perhaps not for you," Barbatos said softly while giving Solomon another terrifying smile.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you said. "I know that was hard for you."

Barbatos looked at you and his smile became genuine. "I am simply happy to see you returned to your usual self. If you are not overly stressed from your ordeal, would you like to return to the castle with me?"

"I would love to," you said.

When you were back at the castle with Barbatos, he felt both more relaxed and more protective of you. He sat closer to you, kept an eye on what you were doing at all times. He gave the plate of muffins to Little D No 2 who disposed of them who knows where.

Although Barbatos had a deep dislike of rats, his love for you was stronger. He would not allow you to remain as such a vile creature for long. He would have gone quite far to bring you back. The three worlds were quite lucky that it was only the work of Solomon's unusual cooking.

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