Can I please request mc not thinking. That beel is scary at all. Like mc sees beel as like a big dog that is supposed to be scary but is just a mush. And beel loves it cause mc is always so sweet to him, let’s him take food from their plate and gives him treats they bake cause mc thinks he is just so fucking adorable
mc not thinking beel is scary
includes: beel x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .6k | rated g | m.list
warnings: beel's got some fears of hurting you, cooking & eating, mentions of a knife & cutting board
a/n: what a sweet prompt. i think beel would absolutely adore mc no matter what, and i hope this conveys that message. thanks for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req, so drop something in anytime!!
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you hum, completely relaxed, stirring the pot in front of you absentmindedly. behind you, beel cuts vegetables, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board rhythmic and even.
it's a familiar pattern, one the two of you have well established, and you love it, love the peace and intimacy, love being around beel. though when you had first met him, the air fraught with warnings from his brothers, it was very easy to see he was nothing but a big softie.
“here,” beel says, handing you the food he was working with. giving him a smile, you take it, scraping the vegetables into the pot. you’re making soup, an old recipe, one that was perfect for the chilly and rainy weather the devildom had been encased in for the last few days.
“thanks,” you chirp, lowering the heat until it was at a simmer, putting the lid on the pot. “now we wait!” you continued, wiping your hands on the kitchen towel that was hung within reach.
“it already smells good,” beel says appreciatively, sniffing the air. “now what do you want to do?”
“we can watch a movie?” you offer. “your choice.”
beel nods, serious. “i like that idea. i think belphie is in our room so the attic is ripe for the taking.” only you and beel were allowed in the attic whenever you wanted, something you smugly held over the rest of the brothers.
the idea of curling in the nest of blankets and pillows belphie kept sounded wonderful. “let’s do it!” you cheer. “carry me?”
beel hesitates and you pause.
“what’s up? you don’t have to carry me if you don’t want to.”
beel frowns, running a hand through his hair. “not yet. but it could.”
seeing he was really torn up about this, you step forward, putting a hand on his arm. “you’re not going to hurt me, beel. i trust you, and i know how careful you are with me.”
“but it could happen,” beel pressed, and you move your hand from his arm to his cheek, letting him press into your palm.
“but it won’t.”
waiting to see if he wanted to continue to talk about the subject you let him work out his thoughts. it surprises you when he suddenly moves, sweeping you up into his arms.
“beel!” you gasp, laughing. “i meant like a piggyback!”
“i can put you down,” beel offers, but you shake your head, clinging to him harder.
“no way! this is awesome. now c’mon, i’ve got to get something out of my room before we go up to the attic.”
*
beel watches you spoon soup into your mouth, wincing a little at the hot temperature. it’s unbearably cute. your next bit is more careful; you take a moment to blow on the liquid, cooling it, and this time, when you try a bite, all you do is smile.
“it’s so good!” you say after swallowing. “here. try some.”
completely ignoring the bowel of soup in front of beel, you hold out your spoon, a hand cupped under it to make sure you don’t spill. beel leans forward obediently, carefully slurping up some of the spoonful.
“it is good,” he says, and you beam, happily returning to your own meal. beel watches for a moment more, heart swelling in his chest. he loves you, loves being around you, and even if sometimes he can’t help but worry about hurting you, you always know exactly what to do, exactly what to say to assuage his fears.
you were kind, and wonderful, and beel wondered he was so lucky as to be so close to you, but didn’t voice his thoughts, knowing that if he were to, you’d only declare that you were the lucky one out of the two of you, leaving him flustered for a moment.
he didn't understand your unshakable faith in him but he’d be damned if he did something to break it, even if it meant going against his very nature.
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