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🖤Makeover • Barbatos [Request]🖤

Summary
Based on @Stephanieajasa 's request for Barbatos comforting a dysphoric intersex reader. They/she/he pronouns for MC.

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There were some days where no matter how MC's clothes wrapped around their body, it filled him with discomfort.

Normally they would give up and decide to stay home, but they promised to join Barbatos for cookies and tea that morning. So now she faced the impossible challenge of finding something that made her both comfortable, but formal enough to exist in Barbatos's presence.

They finally closed their eyes and picked something out at random. It would have to do.

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"Hello," the demon sweetly welcomed. Under all his layers of formality and politeness, he was delighted for the change of pace they brought to the castle. "It's good to see you, MC. Please have a seat."

MC stiffly attempted to relax in the chair, but their mind wandered far away. "Thanks." What an inconvenient time for a horrible wave of dysphoria.

Even being born outside the made-up sex binary didn't stop people from shoving "female" down their throat, along with all the made-up expectations that came with it. Their parents acted like they weren't even intersex, and that it was just some sort of silly or unfortunate mistake rather than a central part of their personhood. Needless to say when he proposed the idea of using all They/ She/ He pronouns, they hated the idea.

"But you're our precious daughter! You're just confused because of your defect!"

He gripped the arm of his chair to ground himself. They were quickly starting to worry that their hair was too long, that too much of their form was showing, and that their posture wasn't quite right.

He realized that he had heard Barbatos ask something. The demon watched him with soft concern.

"Sorry, what?"

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?"

"I'm fine," they deflected, sort of wanting to either sink into the floor or become invisible altogether.

"Alright." Barbatos didn't say anything for a moment. MC's avoidant eyes drifted to Barbatos's cup and noticed he hadn't had a drop of it yet.

"I always wait for my guests to have the first taste," He explained, noticing their wandering expression. "But we can do something else, if you'd prefer. I could even take you home if-"

"Barbatos."

He stopped and patiently awaited their input. Their next words were not what he was expecting at all.

"Was there... anything weird in the documentation you guys have of me?"

The demon scanned the contents of his timelessly old mind to decode what he could have possibly meant by such a question. "Ah, your allergies? Please know I always make sure to accommodate them when I cook for you. It'd be utterly shameful for a Butler to so carelessly cause a reaction in their guest, after all."

MC stared at him, a bit dumbfounded at that being the conclusion he came to. "No! I mean, it's- not that. I know you're great with that."