too loved he became slothful
belphie, satan & g!n reader, sfw, not beta-read
cwâ¸i dont think theres anything for this, author didnât do any research
a/n⸠no idea if belphie can put people to sleep but he's my character now so he can. also coping hard with the news <3
âYou need to sleep now.â The Avatar of Sloth says as he stares at you, half-lidded eyes blinking in a hypnotising manner.
âWhy are you in my bed?â
He shrugs, looking cosy as he wraps himself in the blanket that Thirteen had gifted you. Supposedly it was meant to ward off âdemonsâ but it mustnât be doing too much of a great job.
âCome here.â He demanded instead, blatantly ignoring you.
You sighed, depositing your textbooks on the bedside table before making your way over. The RAD exams have been taking a lot out of you, countless nights have been lost to the study tables in the library and around the HOL.
You sat at the edge of the bed, hesitant to get nearer.
âDonât worry too much, I wonât do anything to you.â He lifts the blanket, motioning for you to come nearer. You let out a snort, thinking of a funny comment but it never made it out of your mouth.
âI still have a study session with Satan later.â You replied but scooched closer either way. Pulling your D.D.D. out of your pocket, you swiped on the screen.
âLet me set an alarm for ten minutes.â
Arms wrapped around you, pulling you down.
Yet, the next thing you knew, you could hear the crowings of the birds and your eyelids were heavy. Your body was heavy as you snuggled deeper into the warmth beside you.
âBelphie, you littleââ You stopped yourself in your tracks, taking in a deep breath. Wiping away at the corner of your mouth, you curled your fist tightly into a ball.
âDid you seriously use your power to make me sleep?â You were not going to jump to conclusions and violence was never the answer.
The peaceful sight of the lastborn snoring normally would soothe your soul but all you felt was pure wrath. The little freak was still dozing off so you used the bottom of your fist to smash into the top of his head.
Distantly, you hope it hurt.
He let out a small grunt, holding onto your fist as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
Stupid demons and their strength.
âGreat nap?â He asked, giving you a shit-eating grin as he continued to stretch while wrapping his hands around yours. The bottom of his shirt lifted up and you couldn't help but steal a peek. When your eyes flicked back up, he continued to arch an eyebrow. You swear if he was in his demon form, you just know that his tail would be swishing right in your face.
âYeah, how did you know?â You hissed out, finally wrenching your hand out. With a shake to gain back feelings in your hand, you patted around the bed to look for your D.D.D.
âIâve let Satan know that you werenât coming.â He continues, propping himself up to look at you. You carefully shifted his bangs to push them behind his ears. âArenât you glad I did it?â
âYouâre just saving your ass.â You flicked his forehead, after finally locating your D.D.D under your pillow. âHe would have trashed this room if he found out that I skipped because I was napping with you.â
He tilts his head, staring at you with that calculated expression that you both hated and loved. He gestured for you to look at the object in your hand.
satan: Letâs meet in the living room at about 8.
You: sorry i wont be comin later! im going to revise on my own :>
satan: Are you sure? Didnât you need help which was why you asked for me?
You: yeah! had a change of mind :p
satan: âŚWhich brother is this?
âDid you actually leave him on read?â You snickered, holding up a hand to muffle the sound. Suddenly serious, you turn to pin him with a scared look. âWait, how is my room still intact?â
He laughs, pointing to the door.
You had a horrendous premonition, inching closer to the door. Thankfully, you swung it inwards otherwise, you would hate to wonder what would have been the fate of the Avatar of Wrath.
âI canât believe it.â
Satan was slumped against the wall, still in his demon form. His hands were raised up as if it was ready to knock at the door.
You cleared your throat, lowering your volume.
âYou put him to sleep too?â You whispered though it was bordering on a shout. Lifting an arm up, you noticed that he was still limp to the touch. If it wasn't for the fact that you could still see his chest rise up and down, you would have been worried about Belphie's ever-growing list of crimes.Â
You suddenly had a headache.
âWhat am I going to do with you?â
Belphie just continues to grin, burrowing himself further into the blanket.
