Obey Me Fic Request Game!

In the mood to write fic but have no fully formed ideas. So here’s a lil game if anyone actually wants to participate.

I’ve got a randomised list of the Obey Me characters, a list of fanfic genres (like fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.) and a list of cool-sounding english words to use as prompts.

Give me a number from 1-12 for the character, a colour (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple) for the genre, and a letter for the prompt word, and hopefully it’ll inspire me :)

Note: Luke is included but obvs no romance will be involved with him, he is a CHILD

Sonorous - Barbatos x GN!Reader

11 - Barbatos
Blue - AU
H - Sonorous

Word Count: 740

From my ask game :) Requested by @pittsburghmcfixburgh

The lounge is exclusive, or so the reputation went. The manager, Barbatos, works incredibly hard to keep it that way, no matter how his boss tried to ‘improve’ the place. I watch as the manager checks in with the bartender, before he wanders to the owner’s side as he always does before opening. “MC! You’re playing again?” The owner, Diavolo, calls as I realise I’ve just been holding the microphone instead of plugging it in. Damn Barbatos, it’s so easy to stare at him. I smile at the owner.
“Yes sir.” I nod. He might be a friendly guy, but he’s still a giant and the one who pays me so its best to stay formal. It has nothing to do with the slightly threatening smile Barbatos gets if we get too familiar with the boss.
“Casey moved away last week. I asked MC if they would be willing to take over her slot.” Barbatos explains. That man lies as easy as breathing. He knows full well that I begged for more hours since two of my students had to drop their music lessons. But Diavolo suspects nothing and nods approvingly. Barbatos meets my eyes for the briefest of moments, and it knocks the breath from my lungs. He’s going to be the death of me. It’s not until he looks away that I can continue setting up the equipment.
“You haven’t finished yet?” Asmodeus asks, whining slightly as he leans against the baby grand.
“No I haven’t finished yet.” I say, pointedly affixing the microphone to the stand.
“Oooh, is someone distracted?” He asks, leaning in close.
“Go check on your brothers. I’m the opener, remember?” I tease. He sighs dramatically but slinks off stage. I don’t often get to see them perform, but it should be fun. If I can keep my eyes on them.

It’s the final song. It’s always so much effort to come up with excuses to stay past my set, but at least this time Asmo is using my microphone. At least it’s a lounge rather than a club, so the music is captivating but soft, allowing me to relax backstage with a book. I feel the rising excitement as Diavolo leaves, followed by the brothers, and the staff once they’ve finished cleaning, so it is just myself and Barbatos here. “Tea?” He offers as I try to drag out putting away my equipment.
“Please.” I smile. He doesn’t always offer tea, but I always accept. With just the two of us here, I can almost pretend that he feels the same way about me. While he makes the tea, I sit at the piano and press the A1 key a couple times. It never takes long before I gravitate to the bass notes. I improvise a short blues-y riff on the low notes, only stopping when Barbatos offers me a teacup. “Thanks.” I sip it lightly, and try not to completely freak out when he sits on my left side.
“You performed well today.” He says. “Not that I’ve ever known you to be anything less than wonderful.” I try to hold back my blush, but when has that ever worked?
“Thank you.” I say genuinely. “What idea did the boss come up with that will make you miserable?” His polite smile stays up, but his eyes certainly look exasperated.
“He wants to bring in puppies for the guests to cuddle with.” He says. I laugh.
“That would be so cute!” I say.
“You’re against me too? How would we house them? What do we do when they are no longer small puppies? What if a bottle is broken and they drink vodka and glass?” He vents. I love when he lets his guard down around me like this.
“I’m not saying to do it, it’s completely impractical. But you can’t deny, having a dozen puppies around would be adorable.” I reason. He rolls his eyes and drinks his own tea.
“What were you playing earlier?” He asks.
“Nothing, just riffing.” I say. He puts our cups down on the coasters atop the piano, and plays the simple melody by ear, smirking at me.
“Care to join me?” He asks. I smile and lightly stroke the keys on my side, before adding a short harmony to the riff. It’s barely a minute before we’re vocalising too, his deep voice wrapping around me like a sonorous blanket. I wish this moment would never end.