#poor barb

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I'm imagining him trying really hard not to have a bad reaction because he's genuinely impressed with your culinary skills and he doesn't want you to feel bad. He can't bring himself to eat one... he might not even be able to look at them for too long... but he appreciates the effort you put into them...

Definitely too much (I’m sure he has a “secret” Belphie fund)

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.

Barbs: Dusting some vase

Barbs: Realizes he's caught feels

Barbs:

Barbs: fuck

PFFT WAIT IF THAT ISNT ME-

I fall for people without realizing and then it just-