Our sweet boy Beel deserves all the love <3 Let's gooooo!
Characters: Beel x MC
Sharing food as a love language, pure fluff. Did first kiss too, I hope that's okay!
No warnings apply
This was a joke, right?
You were seeing things. You had to be seeing things.
There was in no way in all the three realms that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony and Ruler of the Underworld, had just placed half of his gigadeath burger on your plate.
Half. 0.5. ½.
You weren’t sure his stomach could handle such deprivation! He was a growing demon! He needed his nutrients!
“What?” Beel paused his chewing, burger grease dripping down his fingers and onto the checkered parchment paper on the tray before him. “You’re not hungry?”
Eyes flitting from the burger - the frankly delicious burger oozing premium molten mozzarella, the cheese mingling with the juice pooling from the sizzling meat patty - to his concerned gaze, you wiped the drool from the corner of your lip and shook your head. “It’s not that. It’s just… Don’t you want your whole burger?”
It was cute, the way he cocked his head to the side. His fiery hair fell into his eyes for a moment, his slow blink drawing your attention to his dark eyelashes. Your heart stuttered in your chest when he lifted his shoulder in a lopsided shrug. “I want you to try it. It’s really good.”
“Are you sure?” Your devil nuggets called your name from their carton next to your soda. They were tasty, sure, but that burger looked like something else.
“Yeah,” He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Did you think we were only coming here tonight?”
The taste flooding your tongue - savory and salty with a crunch from the fixings cradled between two soft buns - was so overwhelming, you didn’t register his words. You were too busy relishing in the richness of the burger as it traveled down your throat and to your stomach, warming you from the inside out. It didn’t even bother you that the patty was probably made from some weird Devildom animal that you would usually find unappetizing. The burger was too good to care.
Realization struck you like lightning from above. “Wait, what?”
It was not lost on you how Beel’s indigo gaze traced the tip of your tongue as you licked at the residual taste on your lips. Something unreadable lanced through his irises. Suddenly, it was awfully hard to meet his eyes, your heart firmly lodging itself in your throat.
Lazily nibbling on his last acidic hell fry, he suggested, “Want to have a campfire?”
“A campfire?” You echoed, ducking your head when you became self-conscious of your dumb expression.
His mind made up, he toweled off his greasy fingers and stood, the stool screeching against the wooden floors of Hell’s Kitchen. “Yeah,” Determination as sharp as his jaw set his brow into a deep furrow. “Come with me.”
Keeping up with Beelzebub on the hunt for food was easier than you had expected. Looming over most demons, his long legs gave him the ability to cover impressive distance with each step. However, you found it wasn’t difficult to wander the streets of the Devildom at his side. Maybe it was the way he moved slowly, with intention, as if he was trying to commit every second of this night to his memory. Maybe it was his big heart, always so considerate of those he cared about.
Maybe he was looking out for you, just as you always looked out for him. There was a reason you kept snacks on your person at all times, after all.
It had come as a surprise when Beel had requested your attendance for an impromptu dinner at Hell’s Kitchen. You had been drowning in homework, the sharp knock on your bedroom door startling you from your third attempt to actually absorb the words on the page in front of you.
“Hey, dinner tonight?” He had asked, so casually as if it was any other day.
“Sure,” You had smiled.
“Cool,” He had beamed that dazzling Beelzebub grin that stretched wide across his face. The one where you could count all of his sharp teeth. The one that creased his eyes into crescent moons and made your stomach twist into a pretzel. “It’s a date.”
You were pretty sure it had taken you at least five minutes to process the bomb he had dropped on you upon his exit. Another fifteen to find a suitable outfit - casual and comfortable, but also nice, you know? And you couldn’t possibly discount the solid forty minutes spent worrying over whether he was joking or being serious.
When he had met you in the entrance hall clad in his best jeans and a flattering, nice sweater, you felt the relief inflate your chest like a helium balloon.
And really, you still felt like you were walking on air. Even as you stood in the snacks aisle of a Devildom bodega, shying away from the unflattering glare of overhead fluorescent lights as Beel rifled through foil packaging with an intensity that you long learned accompanied his hunger.
He fought you tooth and nail at the register, amusement dancing upon his lips. “Why should you pay?”
“Because you bought dinner,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as if it would possibly make you more intimidating in the eyes of the 6’4” demon.
“Hmmm,” he mulled over your argument for a millisecond, just to lean down and blow a raspberry in your face. He smirked, “Nope.”
It caught you off guard, your face burning as bright as a screaming tomato. Brattiness was usually Belphie’s expertise.
Mischief melting into soft affection in his indigo gaze, fixed to you as the bodega clerk processed his payment, he ventured, “What if… you cover our next date?”
You liked the way the tips of his ears flushed, the way he rubbed the back of his neck and shot you a sheepish, albeit genuine, smile.
“I think that would be fair.” A tickle spread across your cheeks, scrunching your nose and burning your skin.
Though, the heat from your flush had nothing on the warmth of the flames lapping at the inky Devildom sky. The embers shot like fireflies reaching for the stars, the campfire crackling within the confines of the pit, lined by rocks that would dwarf even Beelzebub’s palm. It had come as a surprise when Beel had led you off the beaten path, guiding you to a clearing in a forest not too far from the House of Lamentation. However, the secret fire pit made a lot more sense when he explained that it was typically reserved for stargazing with Belphie.
“Are those… rice krispie squares?” You asked, the pop of an adhesive seam wafting vanilla your way.
“They’re crackling mallow bars,” Beel corrected, though there was no judgment in his tone. He had this way of introducing you to Devildom cuisine in a manner that felt familiar, like he understood that there were a lot of similarities between the dishes you knew. “They’re made up of marshmallows and these crispy marrow bits that are caramelized and -”
“Do they taste sweet?” You suppressed a grimace at the unappetizing description.
He chucked, the sound oozing reassurance, “Yes.”
“Okay, cool.” As he retrieved two long sticks, splitting into sharp prongs at the tip, nostalgia hit you like a truck. You hummed, “I used to eat something like this all the time when I was little.”
He raised a brow. “You’re still little.”
“Very funny.”
He laughed. Peeling the wrapper from two treats, he secured both on the ends of the sticks. “Have you ever roasted them over a campfire?”
“I never considered that. They would melt pretty fast, wouldn’t they?”
“You would think so,” He passed you a stick, eyes warm with encouragement and something akin to childlike awe, “But they actually hold up for a while.”
For a moment, it was quiet. Just you and Beel and the chirps of the hell crickets in the undergrowth. It was hard to pay attention to the way the sweet bars darkened, a char climbing up the chunks of… marrow, or whatever… when you could feel Beel’s eyes on you.
When you met his gaze, he was ready, already pulling the snack from his stick. “Here, try this.”
The marshmallow near compromised, the dessert fell apart in his large hands. Beel’s fingers tangled in sticky sweetness, you gasped in delight as strings of sugar stretched towards you with his gesture. “Oh, it’s so gooey!”
His smile was so big, so warm, and you had the sudden thought that if you were in Icarus’s shoes, you too would fly too close to the sun. He went to feed you the treat, laughing, “Open wide!”
The explosion of flavor on your tongue - hot and sweet with that smoky campfire accent - had you squirming in delight, a thrilled hum vibrating in your throat. You were grateful that Beel thought to remove your stick from the fire. You were far too occupied with your new favorite snack to notice it about to ignite.
Beel’s laughter died, his brow furrowing as conflict eclipsed the joy in his gaze. You looked to him, confused. “What?”
Had he always been that close? Had he been watching you with such longing this entire time?
“You’ve got a bit of marshmallow…” His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, eyes zeroing in on your lips. “Can I?”
You nodded. Your mouth was so dry, your pulse in your ears. With his nose nudging yours, you could taste the sweetness of the marshmallow treat on his breath, feel the way you were drawn closer like sticky sugar insistent on holding you together.
His lips brushed yours - soft and chaste. It was funny how a kiss so gentle could hold so much weight. Featherlight, a tender brush, and yet you felt as though the prints of his lips were engraved on yours forevermore.
“Mmm, tastes extra good,” he breathed, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs smoothed over your skin, his eyes reading your soul as you leaned in to kiss him again. A peck to his lips, to his nose, to the apples of his cheeks.
“What are you thinking about?” You murmured, reveling in his proximity, his radiant warmth.
“Trying all my favorite foods off your lips,” He smiled, the twitch of his lips slotting against yours with such ease. “Think we could try that?”
“Sure,” You laughed, “It’s a date.”
*・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜
this is low-key a love letter to burgers.
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These lines from the 10 minute version of All Too Well:
And there we are again when nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it all too well, yeah
I feel some Nessian angst for a prompt. I can see this from either Nesta’s or Cassian’s point of view. But please, bring the angst.
Yes! You understood the assignment. Ugh my heart!
And there we are again when nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it all too well, yeah
“Gods, Nes.” Cassian whispered against her skin, words slow and sacred. His lips set into the space between her jaw and shoulder, the front of his large form pressed hard against her back. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Nesta let her head fall back, granting Cassian the access they both craved. His hands skimmed up the curve of her waist and held tight, every piece of him pressed up againt every piece of her. “Imagine how good I would look if we ever actually went out.”
Cassian’s hands stilled and loosened on her naked skin. Nesta swallowed. She wasn’t really sure why she had said it. She was fine with their clandestine arrangement. Really.
“This was your idea.” Cassian reminded her on a slow, deep voice. The reverence completely leached out of his tone by her abrupt statement.
“I know.” Nesta ran a hand through her hair, knotted from the past several hours of doing what they did every Sunday morning. “But you made it pretty obvious what you were interested in, Cassian.”
“What are you talking about? I always-”
“Teased,” Nesta spat. “You always flirted and teased and joked around. In front of your friends. The way you do with everyone. And the one time-” Nesta cut herself off, climbing off the bed. “It’s fine. Nevermind. I’m going to shower. I have a lot to do-”
“No.” Cassian reached for her wrist, holding her steady. Anchoring her the way he always could. She hated how unmoored she felt without his strong, steady, presence. “You don’t get to say shit like that and then just walk away, Nesta.”
“Why not? Walking away is your specialty.” Cassian’s brows bunched together. “God, you don’t even see it, do you? You don’t even know.”
“What I know,” Cassian pulled Nesta hard back up against him, words lost in the mess of her hair, “is that I come here every Sunday like you are my religion. I get on my knees in front of you with a hint of encouragement-”
“Yeah,” Nesta mumbled, cursing the way her body leaned into his on instinct. “You come here. You scream my name in private and laugh at me in public.”
“What?!” Cassian held tight, refusing to give her even an inch of space to think. To decide if she wanted to have this fight. If it was worth it.
“Your friends hate me.” Cassian did not object. “And you laugh along with them and all of their stupid jokes. You look away from me and drop my hand like I am made of lava the second Mor bounces into the room. You and Rhys have your stupid little looks that you think are secretive. I’m not blind, Cassian.”
“I-” Cassian shook his head. “It’s complicated, Nes. They don’t, you have to understand-”
“I’m your secret.” She said quietly, but not weakly. “And it was my idea, because the look on your face the morning after the first time we… I knew this was the only way to keep doing it and I…” Nesta trailed off, bit her lip, “I really wanted to keep doing it.”
“Me too,” Cassian grinned, hands moving south again.
Nesta grabbed his wrist, knowing that she was only able to stop his movements because he let her. “I don’t regret what we’ve done,” Nesta tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a twisted grimace. “But I can’t… I won’t be someone’s secret. I deserve better than that and I can’t… I can’t find better if my body is wrapped up in you.”
“Sweetheart, I-” he didn’t have to finish his sentence. Cassian only called her sweetheart when he was about to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.
“It’s ok.” She nodded. “We can remember each other well.”
“I don’t want this to end,” Cassian’s voice cracked at the top, hazel eyes searing into hers with a heat and passion that she knew, intimately, was unique to him.
“Neither do I.” But Nesta Archeron had her pride. She was not the kind of woman that was going to be wrapped in silk sheets and torrid secrets. That might be all well and good in a romance novel, but in real life… Nesta wanted to walk hand in hand down the street with Cassian. She wanted to hug him in front of their mutual friends. She wanted to catch his eyes when she found something funny and know that he would be looking back at her. But he was always looking at someone else... unless there was a bed involved.
His body worshiped hers. But his love and loyalty belonged to everyone else.
“Why does anything have to change?”
Nesta’s eyes drifted shut. “The fact that you are even asking that question-”
“I know you deserve more,” he admitted, falling back onto the bed. “I want to give it to you-”
“But you can’t.” Nesta would not cry. She wouldn’t let herself cry. She would get through this and she would open a bottle of wine even though it was barely noon. She would call Emerie and Gwyn and she would move on. Nesta would be ok. She always was. She was a strong woman, after all. A strong, lonely, woman.
“I can,” Cassian insisted. And he was such a beautiful liar that she almost believed him.
“You can’t.” Nesta laid her palms on his chest one last time. “And I wouldn’t ask you to. I know what they mean to you.”
“You mean something to me too, Nes.” His large, warm hand cupping her cheek was so soft and adoring that Nesta almost let her resolve melt into his palm.
“I know,” this time her smile was sad, but real. “It’s just that they mean everything.”
In an attempt to find my spark again with writing, I think I’m gonna open up prompt & gif submissions for drabbles. Prompts are listed below the cut. Feel free to send gifs as well. Please remember that I only write for Sam, Dean, Jared, or Jensen right now.
Rules:
Send only one prompt per ask.
Specify a character/actor for your prompt.
All drabbles will be reader inserts or gen fics.
If you are sending a gif, please also include a character/actor with your gif.
The only exception to rule #2 is this: If you have no preference for who will be included in your drabble, you may leave it out of your ask or gif submission.
Again, I write for only Sam, Dean, Jared, or Jensen.
I reserve the right to not write anything that does not spark inspiration (though I’m doubtful I’ll skip over any, since I provided the prompt list).
Prompts:
“You can run, but you can’t hide.”
“I can smell you~”
“Do you like my horns?”
“What are you?”
“Didn’t anyone tell you not to eat random things you find?”
“Sometimes I think this forest is alive…”
“You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.”
“If anything you’re the weird looking one.”
” Humans, such fascinating creatures~”
“I’ve been watching you longer than you realize.”
“I didn’t hear any whispers.”
“Aren’t you a tasty one?”
“I believed you were different, guess that goes to show monsters are all the same!”
“Don’t tell me you believe these stories?”
“Didn’t anyone tell you about the big, bad wolf in the forest?”
“This was my home first, and then you come ruining everything!”
“I left my mark on you, isn’t that enough?”
“Don’t worry, the water is much less scary once you dive in.”
“Just because I’m tiny doesn’t mean I lack the power.”
“I can’t live like this, I’m not…. like you.”
“Trust us, we’ll take great care of you. Just don’t make us do something rash, okay?”
“You were warned about the fairy circles, Human.”
“It’s been centuries since I felt like this, I’m not letting you go that easily.”
“Humans are such needy creatures. Why would you need to talk to anyone except me!”
“You came to me, begging me for a contract!”
“You mean those weak, mortal friends? Why would you want to be with them when you can be with me?”
“I know you’re human, but things work differently here, got it?”
“Your contract is, by far, my favorite, Dearest.”
“You crossed the barrier. Once you’re in, it’s impossible to leave.”
“Your soul wasn’t on the list of collecting, but I’ll take it.”
“Do you want me to ruin your village’s harvest this year?”
“Tell me more, your species just seems too interesting.”
“This is a place frozen in time, haunted by old memories. But don’t worry, we can change that soon enough.”
“I can bring down a man with a wave of my hand, why would you ever want a weak mortal instead?”
“Does your kind… do this often?”
“Of course I’m not going to let my meal go so quickly.”
“Humans age and rot so easily, but don’t worry. With me, you’ll be perfect forever.”
“Why! We used to play together all the time! Nothing has changed, you just got older.”
“Go ahead and eat while it’s still fresh! We can be together forever!”
“It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”
“Yes, you can touch them.”
“Don’t be scared.”
“Who’s the real monster?”
“You stepped into my territory, which means you belong to me. And I don’t let things that are mine go.”
“If you ask me nicely, I can fulfill your wish.”
“Is this a dream or a nightmare?”
“I am not disappointed. In fact, I’ve been alive for almost a century now, so this is just a small setback.”
“Why are you doing this? We aren’t even the same species!”
“I haven’t met a human like you in a while… How interesting.”
“All those fantasy shows seem to have fogged your mind. I’ll show you what real monsters are like.”
So I’m trying to get back to writing, but I’m still a little hesitant so if any of you wanna send me some sentences prompts so I can get the dust off with some drabbles, I would love you forever.
i have my ask and submit boxes open for requests for the time being. i wanna write but i’m seriously struggling on all my projects, so let’s see if we can get the creative juices flowing! text-only prompts can go to my ask, gif /image prompts (doesn’t have to be of the boys) can go to my submit box.
disclaimer up front, i may or may not write everything that comes to me, and i’m only doing this for tonight!
