Obey Me! x Reader

🎄 Barbatos x Trans!Masc!Reader

(Sorry I'm late, I've been playing the new event.)

"Peppermint bark... I wasn't aware that there were peppermint trees in the hum-- this part of the world," Barbatos catches my attention, and I turn away from the apple cider candies.

I look around his shoulder, shifting at the angle it puts my binder in. "Peppermint bark is generally made with chocolate or almonds, it's not from or related to tree bark. I don't think."

He turns to me, seeming to survey and process what I've said. "Your language has a habit of confusing those who try to relate words."

"Yeah, English is a cocktail of other languages." I smile apologetically, though the entire English language obviously isn't my fault.

"That's another one," he gives a crinkle-eyed smile. "That one has several connotations."

I laugh a little, and we continue on. The Candy Confectionery Expo is in full swing, throngs of sweets lovers flooding the convention room, stalls and booths and stands propped up in rows.

He pauses at a shake stand. "Peppermint is a very popular flavour."

"Usually just around the winter holidays."

"I see. What other seasonal flavours are popular around this time?"

"Where I'm from, peppermint, gingerbread, sugar cookies, lots of cloves and cinnamon."

"I see, I'll have to buy plenty of these tastes to experiment with."

"Human-Dev fusion, here we go!"

Barbatos laughs politely, grabbing my hand to lead me to the next booth.

I don't let his hand fall from mine, and he gives me a sly smile. If only our date could last more than the day. It's so rare to get time alone with Barbatos, but then again; perhaps that's part of the reason I enjoy my time with him so much. I'm forced to enjoy our time while it lasts, and miss him when we're apart.

His gloved hand is soft as it tugs me along. His eyes see me as who I am. He's never once misgendered me, intentional or accident.

He stops at another booth, asking about the confections, and I lean up to peck him on the cheek.

Normally he's rather nonchalant; he doesn't react. He keeps his cool facade. He prefers to keep our affections to himself.

But that doesn't stop his face from turning as bright red as holly berries.