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crying. tears in my eyes. he is so sweet, this is the kind of love that leaves you yearning at 2:43am on valentine’s day

wonderland

or:  there’s not a single hatter in all three realms, mad or otherwise, who could hold a candle to one of barbatos’ tea parties.

the obligatory barbatos-likes-tea post. our aesthetic today is all about fantasy finery, pastel colours and white marble and gold leaf - think 18th and 19th century continental high society, rococo, chinoiserie, trompe-lœil, all ruffles and lace and brocade… gn!reader, giddy romantic fluff as far as the eye can see. no content warnings, although some description of food towards the end. barbatos making the most of a warm, spring afternoon in 2000 words or less.

“yes, the gardens really are lovely, aren’t they? 

it’s finally springtime in the devildom, which in barbatos’ mind means one thing: tea parties.

(well, actually, it means quite a lot of things - the start of the social season, finalising budgets, the uptick in state banquets, approving festival timetables… all those things that the master of the royal household has to oversee. so in a very real sense, spring is probably the busiest time for poor barbatos, but for argument’s sake, he’d say the thing that he likes best about the spring would be the tea parties.)

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