Barbatos x Reader: March Prompt/Day 3 Petals
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It was a rather breezy day in the Devildom, constant rustling of leaves or grass, movement from all directions something getting swayed. Shivering as you sat there, hugging yourself quickly rubbing your hands against your upper arms. Normally a breeze like this would be refreshing, but within the confines of the endless night of the land of demons, it was freezing, practically chilling one down to the bone.
A quiet, distinctive clink sound caught your attention, you already knew what it would be, but still it when you opened your eyes to take a peek that teacup on it’s matching saucer was no less of a pleasant surprise. This was a tea set you hadn’t seen before! “My apologies for the wait.”
“Oh, it’s no problem.” Your breath shuttered upon cupping your hands around the delicate thing, that heat immediately seeping through your palms so comfortably. The cup and saucer were entirely white aside from the thin gold rim and floral vine pattern near the edges, the handle of the cup molded into the shape of a flowering vine. “This is such a nice set.”
You didn’t even have to ask him this time to take the seat across from you. “Well some signs of spring have been showing so I thought this set the most appropriate for the day.”
Barbatos kept the view of you in the corner of the eye even as he poured himself a cup. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted to, you looked so… content and tired. Had those brothers been running you ragged again? Or was it simply the toll the shifting of seasons had on everyone, he knew it was certainly having it’s way with him, finding himself so enamored and distracted by you, so lost in thought he almost poured too much into his cup.
Thankfully you didn’t seem to notice his near blunder.
Merrily the pair of you chatted away under the gazebo. Despite the pair of you being around one another so often from RAD to those student council meetings to when Diavolo felt like messing with the brothers and dragging his butler into his shenanigans there was always more to talk about, so many little things, how Barbatos’ vegetable garden was doing, your memories of the human world, new recipes Barbatos wanted you to taste test to whatever thought drifted by. There was always something, even comfortable silence as you simply sipped away at your tea. Barbatos wouldn’t be surprised that if the day stood still the pair of you could keep on like this for a few hundred years or more. A person like you deserved all the happiness the world had to offer, even in it’s smallest moments.
“Truly, a lucky one indeed.”
You tried cutting off your boisterous laughter hearing Barbatos speak but it was so hard. Eventually you did, having to blink away the tears from your eyes to see whatever he had noticed.
He looked to a pair of petals that had fallen into your teacup. “Lucky?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” He smiled that knowing smile, of course you didn’t. “Here, it’s considered a sign of good luck if flower petals fall onto your drink.
“Huh, at least where I’m from I don’t think we have any luck superstitions like this one.” Barbatos swore he melted on the spot, you finishing your drink with such a bright cheery smile.
“Perhaps your luck would be enough to see something.”
“Oh? Well, don’t keep me hanging, see what?”
“What indeed.” He stood, holding out a hand for you that you eagerly took. There was something just barely being contained, the smallest of crows feet forming in the corner of the eye and a twinkle there within. It was just to pull you up, but you didn’t let go, and who was he to deny a guest, so he let his grip get just a little tighter as he lead you through the gardens. Strolling along the path the wind picked up behind you as if encouraging you onward.
You were almost breathless. There was a part of the gardens in particular you didn’t get to visit often but was one of your favorites. A gorgeous sparkling lake filled with deadly fish who would attack if the surface of the water was disturbed even a little. On one side of it an incredibly dense forest so thick it would be impossible for one to breach it except for a single opening across the lake.
The lake was absolutely covered in flower petals.
“Ah! Barbayy…” The name died off on your tongue seeing the man step onto the lake.
“It seems your luck is enough.” Gently he tugged on your hand. “You’re safe, I promise.”
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but your mind screamed that if you dared try you’d fall right it, flower petals couldn’t keep you aloft! But he also didn’t need to promise anything, you always knew deep down that by his side, you’d always be alright.
He pulled you in as you hopped across as if there were a large stone in a river you could cross. Footing wasn’t completely steady, slightly giving in, a slight bounce with each step.
The man almost tripped over his own feet as you stole the lead, pulling him along, taking his other hand and spinning around, petals getting kicked up in your wake, a flurry beginning to soar into the sky above and away. Just as you got to the water’s edge he’d pull you away, or use the force to get you into a dip so he could more easily change the force his way. A light airy chuckle escaped him at these antics.
With one last hop he pulled you onto the edge of that clearing. “I suppose now we’ll simply have to hope your luck may get some more petals this way.”
“Uh oh…” A nervous laughter bubbled out of you seeing the lake had practically been cleared save for a few. “Well, I don’t think waiting for them will be the worst thing.”
“Certainly not.” And with that you entered the forest. It pitch black, you couldn’t see a thing. Holding one another tight the moment light entered your view you both ran for it.
The city was dazzling, so colorful and sparkling almost like a bokeh picture, those lights blurred dots and the buildings oh so clear and crisp. The Devildom was practically glowing. Never had you before gotten to see it like this before. It practically took your breath away.
You stood in a tiny clearing on what seemed to be the edge of a cliff or wall perhaps. It was a very small clearing just big enough for a few people, the fencing along it’s edge and a single bench.
“Let me get that for you.” The man seemed to freeze as you leaned in, maybe it was the shock he somehow missed something. Ever so gently you pulled the petal out of his hair, then holding it out for him to see before the wind took it away.
“… perhaps I’m the lucky one.” It was meant to be a thought, a whisper to one’s self, yet there it was. Cupping his cheeks you pressed your lips to his own. It was natural for his arms to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.
This cemented it, at least for today, it was him.
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