If Beelzebub had never fallen, would they still have been fond of tiny winged creatures? I'd like to think so. So, I drew them admiring the shimmer of moonlight on the iridescent Mimosa Pearl moth. They were so captivated by its beauty that when touches of gold became fashionable in heaven, they chose to recreate the outline of its wings.
Inspired by both Day 22 prompt Wings of Chill Omenstober (because my brain is refusing to follow the prompts in order) and my current obsession with Reverse Omens speculations. Speed paint below the break.
Please forgive my tracing. I'm still learning how this art stuff works.
***So I was hesitant on this one for a while. It's my first gendered request, so I wasn't sure how I wanted to handle it and as a result this has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS. I am going to stick with they/them pronouns. The MC would have been AFAB, though I never explicitly describe any feminine body parts. That being said, this was a lot of fun to write, and as a Beel Simp, I of course had to throw some fluffy Beel in there as well. This is a long one. I know it's a little slow to start, but I promise the end is worth it. Enjoy!***
Summary: MC hasn't been feeling too well, making Beel grow extremely concerned. After getting confirmation from Simeon that MC isn't sick at all, but rather pregnant, the two work together to keep it a secret from the baby's father.
CW: Vomiting, This fic does have some SUGGESTIVE content. It's not graphic by any means, but just a heads up.
Surprisingly, Beel was the first and only one to notice that something was wrong with you.
Though, in hindsight, it wasn't all that surprising. You hung around the friendly giant nearly as much as you hung around Mammon (as he was assigned to protect you) and Lucifer (whom Beel was suspecting there may be something going on between the two of you).
The two of you were the best of friends. You would almost always accompany Beel to the gym and lay on the bar of the weights he was lifting while you told him about your day. The two of you would raid the kitchen together and sit on the counters while you gossiped at two am. His entire fangol team knew you by name, and knew that you would always be at their games no matter what!
This is why Beel was the only one of the brothers who knew that something was terribly wrong when you failed to show up to one of his early morning games.
His team performed horribly. Beel was terribly distracted the entire game, and so were his teammates for that matter. His mind kept running through scenarios over what could've happened to you. When the game ended, his coach never even got a chance to scold him before Beel rushed out of the arena and back to the House of Lamentation.
His concern turned out to be valid, as when he got to your room, the sound of retching reached his ears. Beel quickly went to the open bathroom, where he saw you hunched over a toilet trembling as you spilled out insides.
Beel moved to support your head and rub your back while you finished puking. He whispered soothing words of support while you cried in exhaustion.
Mentally, Beel was freaking out. He had no idea what could be wrong with you. You looked perfectly fine yesterday; what could have possibly happened overnight to make you so sick?
"MC, what's wrong?" he asked as he handed you a glass of water.
You sniffled as you took a sip and gave relief to your raw throat. "I-I don't know," you whimpered. "I just woke up and I could smell someone cooking food downstairs and it just- it made me feel so nauseous that I could barely make it to the bathroom."
Beel frowned deeply at that. To his knowledge, none of his brothers made anything out of the ordinary; definitely, nothing that could've triggered such a reaction from you. The entire situation didn't sit right with Beelzebub.
Having made up his mind, the worried demon kissed the top of your head before heading to your room and grabbing a change of comfy clothes for you as well as some anti-nausea medicine.
"Here," Beel said as he handed you a hoodie and sweatpants. "Get changed. I'm going to take you to Purgatory Hall. Simeon will be able to tell us what's wrong."
You groaned in protest and pouted as you held onto the clothes. "Beel, it's fine. It's probably just the flu or something."
Beel shook his head, not budging on his statement. "Satan said a while ago that human diseases don't exist in the Devildom. You haven't gone to the human world recently. There's no way for you to have caught the flu. You're sick and neither of us knows why, so we're going to go to the person that can tell us why, and you're not going to fight me on this."
You blinked at Beel, shocked by the finality in his tone. You regularly heard Lucifer or even Satan talk to you but Beelzebub preferred to give you space to do what you want.
You gulped and nodded, signalling for Beel to turn around so you could change.
Within fifteen minutes, the two of you were pulling up in front of the Purgatory Hall. You held Beel's hand nervously as he knocked on the door with three steady, yet urgent knocks.
The door swung open to reveal a smiling Luke. "Hi MC! You usually call before you visit. Not that I'm complaining, but-" he suddenly cuts himself off as he notices your sickly complexion. His eyes widen in panic as he instantly takes your hand and helps lead you into the Hall. "Goodness! MC! Come in, come in! What's wrong? Are you sick? Are you going to be okay? Is that why you're here?"
You chuckled and let go of Beel to pat the small angel's head. "I'm fine, Luke, " Beel grunted in protest, causing you to glare at him. "I'm just feeling a little nauseous this morning. Beel wanted to have Simeon check me out just to be safe."
At the mention of Simeon's name, Luke turned towards the hall and cupped his hand's mouth. "Simeon!! Get over here!! MC needs help!"
You resisted the urge to facepalm. You understood that everyone was concerned, but this felt like a gross over-exaggeration in your opinion.
A distressed Simeon hurried into the room with his face scrunched in unease. Simeon went directly to your side, guiding you to the couch as his eyes scanned you for any sign of harm. "What's wrong? What happened?" he demanded, his eyebrows furrowing as he failed to find any wounds or injuries.
You groaned and swatted Simeon's hands away. "I'm fine. I was sick this morning, but it's fine. It was probably a fluke or something. I appreciate everyone looking out for me, but this is too much."
Luke pouted as he came up beside you, "But you don't know that MC! What if you're seriously sick?"
Simeon smiled softly at his charge before looking at you. "There's no harm in double-checking," he held up his hand as it began to emit a warm white light. "May I?"
You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. Part of you was tempted to say no, just to get everyone to leave you alone. But your eyes caught with Beel's, and you noted the genuine fear and distress that laid behind his amethyst gaze and quickly dismissed the thought.
You nodded at Simeon.
The room held its breath as Simeon placed his hand on your shoulder. He closed his eyes, as his hand glowed brighter. You felt comforting warmth spread from your shoulder to your throat before spreading across your chest. As the warmth reached down to your stomach, Simeon gasped and pulled his hand away.
"O-Oh," Simeon whispered, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide with surprise and something else that you couldn't quite decipher.
"What?!" Luke demanded, clutching his mentor by the shoulders, "What did you find?! Are they dying?!"
Beel's breath caught in his throat at the question and he reached forward to hold your hand. You gulped down the fear that had sparked inside you the moment Simeon pulled away and squeezed his hand. "I-I'm fine, Luke. Right?"
Simeon seemed to hesitate, before smiling softly at you. "Yes. You're healthy, it's just," he took a deep breath before meeting your eyes. "MC, you're pregnant."
The room went silent.
Then suddenly, Luke turned to Beel and started punching him. "Damned Demon! Look what you've done! You've tainted them!"
Beel frowned and gently pushed Luke away from him. "Calm down, Luke. It wasn't me. MC and I are just friends. But this..." he turned to Simeon, "This doesn't make sense. Are you sure?"
Simeon nodded. He wore a peaceful expression on his face, but there was something hard behind his eyes and a slight downward-twitch to his lips. "Yes. There is a living embryo in MC's womb," he looked at you smiled, "Congratulations."
Everyone turned to you, but you were barely aware.
You sat frozen, one hand on your stomach as you stared at the floor with distant eyes.
You couldn't believe it. You were pregnant. There was a baby growing inside you. You didn't even know how this could happen! It wasn't like you-
Silk sheets wrapped around your legs. Large, smooth hands holding down your wrists in a tight grasp. A low growl rasping in your ear between pillow-soft kisses to your neck. Obsidian eyes, nearly flooding with love and adoration, gazing down at you.
"Lucifer," you gasped in realization, causing everyone around you to tense. "I- We-," a sob forced its way past your lips as you put a hand over your mouth. "I-It was only one time. I didn't think...I-I-I hadn't thought..."
Beel pulled you into his chest as you found yourself consumed by tears. You could faintly hear Luke yelling something about tracking down Lucifer and fighting him, and Simeon attempting to calm him, but you were too lost in your thoughts to make it out.
You were pregnant with Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, the Morningstar's child.
You trembled and clenched onto Beel's shirt. "I-I can't tell him," you whispered. Beel tightened his hold you and curled himself around you. "I d-don't know how he'd react. A-And I think I want to keep it a-and I don't want h-him to hate me, and-"
Beel softly shushed you as he rubbed your back. "Easy, MC. It's okay. You don't have to think about all of that right now. Just breathe. I'm going to take care of you. Both of you."
You whimpered and looked desperately up at the demon. "Y-You can't tell him. Promise me you won't tell him, o-or anyone for that matter. Please."
Beel held your gaze for a moment. He knew the promise was a bad idea. Everyone was bound to find out eventually, and the longer you kept this from them the worse it would make things. But this wasn't his choice to make; it was yours.
"I promise"
***
The next couple of months were strange for everyone.
You had become extremely distant from anyone who wasn't Beel, Simeon, or Luke. You knew better than to underestimate the intelligence of the resident demons, and now that you knew about your pregnancy, the symptoms were glaringly obvious.
It was only a matter of time before the others found out, but you were determined to keep this secret as long as possible.
Despite your efforts, the others were more than a little suspicious.
There were times when you would randomly bolt from the room, and Beel would either follow closely behind you, reassuring the others that he'd take care of it, or would look in your direction with concerned eyes.
You were a lot more irritable than usual and looked exhausted more often than not - something that Asmo in particular was extremely concerned about.
Then there was dinner. You still ate with them like usual, but you seemed to suddenly become pickier about what you put on your plate. Every meal, Beel would scoop a large portion of vegetables, or some other healthy food on your plate. While you would glare at him in protest, Beel would simply raise an eyebrow at you, before you'd sigh and start eating.
The others had tried confronting Beelzebub on your strange behaviour, but he remained firm in his promise to you. He kept his mouth shut and would say with a sigh, "it's not my place to tell," before walking off.
It annoyed them to no end; Lucifer especially.
Weeks passed into months, and the symptoms were getting harder and harder to hide by the day.
You were now twenty weeks into your pregnancy. You and Beel were sitting in your room, your smaller body carefully cradled in front of his while you snacked on your current craving of fried shadow bat sandwiches dipped in custard and watched Devildom telenovelas.
You were fully invested in the plot, watching as a demon sobbed in the rain about her dead lover, not seeing the very-much-alive lover standing somberly in the back, when you felt a sharp kick in your stomach. You gasped and leaned forward, quickly hugging your middle.
Beel was instantly on alert. "What happened? Is it the baby?"
"Stop talking and look," you squealed and grabbed Beel's hand and placed it over your small bump.
Beel looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by another small kick.
His eyes widened, as his other hand quickly came to gently cup your stomach. "I-Is that... Did they just..."
You let out a wet giggle slipped from your lips as you nodded. "They kicked!"
Beel's face split into a wide smile as you pulled you close and hugged you tightly. "MC, this is incredible!"
His focus turned back to your baby bump. You had never seen the demon look so soft or gentle, as he carefully caressed your stomach. "They're amazing. You're amazing! There's a little baby bean in there," he whispered. Beel's expression suddenly became serious as his hands fell away from you.
You frowned and crouched down to try and meet his gaze. "Beel? What's wrong?"
He sighed as he looked at you guiltily. "Lucifer should be here for this. Not me."
Your breath caught in your throat. You could faintly register yourself shaking your head as Beel took your hands into his own.
"MC, listen to me," his voice was gentle yet firm. His thumbs brushed slow circles into the tops of your shaking hand. "Why don't you want to tell Lucifer?"
"Tell Lucifer what?"
Beel quickly shoved you behind him, blocking your view of a suspicious Lucifer. The eldest stood in your doorway, a frown fixed on his face and arms crossed over his chest. His obsidian eyes scanned the room, taking in every small detail. They faltered at the sandwich and bowl of custard that laid forgotten on the floor. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look at you, but Beel stepped in his way.
"We're having a private conversation," Beel said sternly.
Lucifer scoffed at the excuse, "A private conversation about me?" his eye flickered over to where you were peeking out from behind Beelzebub. "I'm assuming this has to do with whatever reason you've been avoiding me and the others for the past three months?"
You and Beel both tensed at the question. Beel glanced over his shoulder and down at your belly before meeting your eyes.
The silent question was clear.
Your mind ran through a thousand situations. Despite what Beelzebub may think, there was a reason why you hadn't told Lucifer about your little...situation.
Lucifer was the eldest of the brothers. He had the best relationship with Diavolo. He had the most say in your position down in the Devildom. If he reacted badly, he had the power to make your life a living hell, and there was very little Beelzebub and the others could do about it.
There was the chance that he would act positively of course but...you had your doubts.
Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride. His reputation is everything to him. To make a child out of a one-night stand with some mortal? You could only imagine what the Devildom would say if and when they found out.
"MC," Beel's kind voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "We don't have to tell him if you really don't want to. But I promise you, no matter what you choose, I won't let anyone harm you."
Lucifer's frown deepened at the statement, concern barely seeping through the cracks of his cold expression.
Squeezing Beel's hand one more time for courage, you poked your head out to look at your lover. "O-Okay. I-I'll tell you, just...just please don't yell or freak out o-or anything?"
Lucifer flinched slightly at the question. Hurt dripped from him at the genuine fear in your voice. "I promise."
With a deep breath, you finally stepped out in front of him; your baby bump was on full display without the baggy hoodies that you had taken to wearing these past few months. "I-I'm pregnant."
You could hear Lucifer's breath hitch as he took a step back. His eyes fluttered between you and Beel as he gestured to the two of you, "Is it...Is Beelzebub the father?"
"What?" You squawked in your own shock. "No! It's yours! Of course, it's yours!"
The room fell silent as Lucifer stared at you. You didn't dare breathe, scared of what would happen if you broke whatever trance Lucifer seemed to be in.
"So," Lucifer whispered quietly, as though he was frightened that his voice would make all of this come to an end. "I-I'm the father. You're pregnant with our...our child?"
You shifted nervously in place as Beel cautiously moved closer to you. "Y-Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was just...I was scared."
Lucifer slumped as he stumbled closer to the wall, running a hand through his hair. "You were scared. So you had Beel protect you and the baby," he mumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. "That's what you two were talking about when I walked in, wasn't it?"
Beelzebub wearily eyed his brother, unused to seeing him so distraught. "Yes. While I respect and understand MC's choices to keep their pregnancy secret, I did want to tell you. The baby kicked for the first time tonight and I thought-"
"They can kick already?" Lucifer cut off, he eyeballed your stomach once more, his face all but crumpling as he choked. "Can..." He trailed off as he finally looked you in the eyes. Your heart broke as you noted the tears stubbornly lingering in his. "M-May I touch?"
Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded; Lucifer was at your side in a heartbeat. With shaking hands, he very carefully cupped the curve of your baby, with the tenderness of a parent tucking their child into sleep.
A sob fell from his lips as he felt a tiny foot kick against his hands. Lucifer fell against you, resting his forehead on your stomach as he cried. "I am so sorry, MC. I'm sorry I made you fear me. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me. I'm sorry that I missed so much of our child's growth," he gathered himself with a trembling breath as he looked up at you. "If you would allow it, I would love to raise this child with you. I swear on my life that I would do all I could to protect them and keep them safe."
You felt tears burn behind your own eyes as you wiped the tears from Lucifer's cheeks. "O-Of course you can! Lucifer, I love you. I want nothing more than to have with me for all of this. I-"
Your words were lost as Lucifer rose to his feet and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was far from soft, or sweet, or perfect. It was messy, with tears running harshly down both of your cheeks as you clung desperately onto one another.
Beel cleared his throat, reminding the two of you of his presence. He smiled at you and pointed to the door. "Seeing how everything is going fine in here, I'm going to go. MC, remember to take your vitamins tonight," he looked over at Lucifer. His violet gaze assessing him, scanning for any signs of malintent, before nodding and leaving the two of you alone.
Lucifer hummed, relishing at the feeling of having you alone to himself once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Tell me everything," he mumbled into your hair. "I want to know all that there is to know about our child and your pregnancy thus far. I want to be the best father and partner that I can be for the two of you."
Your heart melted at his words. Seeing him so parental and doting, you almost felt silly for being so concerned. You knew that whatever the future held for your little family, you would make it out okay. You'd have Lucifer by your side, the world's most protective squad of uncles behind you.
Everything was going to be okay.
***It's finally done! If you're still here, thank you so much for reading this. I sincerely hope that you enjoyed it! So sorry for the anon that requested it, and for how long it took to fill this out!***
FLOOF CONFESSION!!! Getting as many of the obey me bros that’ll join and snuggling with all of ‘em!!! Including undatebles if they wanna join. I won’t leave ‘em out!
BUT YES???
It's starts off with Mammon and Levi, being clingy, and fighting over something dumb. The three of you are on your bed, both of them curled into your sides as Mammon plays with your hand and Levi's attention is on his hand held. You tone them out, something about Levi got getting all the coins in the last mini game, and how they aren't important.
Belphie slips in, sighing as he crawls above you and uses your stomach as a pillow, effectively falling asleep- but not before he calls his older brothers morons as they yell about him interrupting their time with you. They settle down, Mammon still clinging to your hand as the other now plays with Belphies hair, messing it up just a bit. You're sure you can hear a purr come from him if only the two next to you didn't start up again.
Beel joins in, smiling at everyone together, before jumping to Levi's side and swinging an arm over him, you, and Belphie, before settling on Mammon. He's so warm Levi eventually falls asleep too, cursing the fact that he's the only reptilian demon, but damn does Beels intense body heat feel amazing right now.
Satan and Asmo come in, both wondering why there was a lack of yelling and overall chaos in the house. Asmo jumps to Beel and cuddles for his warmth as well, before Satan sits on the bed next to Mammon, hesitantly resting his head on his brother's chest.
By the time Lucifer walks in all of you are half asleep, and he's exhausted after looking through the whole house to find his brother's for dinner. He'll slip in where the pillows are, making you, Mammon, and Beel lift your heads before using him as a pillow. To your surprise, he's warmer than Beel!
Soon, you all fall asleep, everybody on top of one another, either in pajamas from before or general lounge wear. Heavy, long, and soft breathing fills the room as one if the few moments of peace settles in the house.
And you wonder if this is what the Celestial Realm must be like.
***Bunna! God, I love this request. It's so sweet and nice and it stars Beel! I will gladly fulfill your need for Beel, @bunna-does-stuff! Beel stans unite! - B***
Summary: As MC becomes aware of the feelings that they have for everyone's favourite friendly giant, Beelzebub, they find themselves becoming more and more flustered around him. Leaving a slightly confused Beel.
Beelzebub was a friend.
A giant, demon friend with muscles for days and an amazingly soft heart on top of that. Sure he wasn't the smartest of the brothers, and yes he would clear the kitchen of every scrap of food at least once a week, but that was why you loved him.
As a friend, of course.
Or so you thought.
You had been in the kitchen one day and were climbing up the cupboards trying to reach your favourite snacks that Mammon had put on the top shelf as a prank. Your fingers had just brushed against the bag when you slipped.
You let out an embarrassingly high yelp as you began to fall backwards. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the pain of hitting the hard floor.
Only it never came.
You peaked open an eye and found Beel looking down at you with a concerned frown on his face as he cradled in his arms.
"MC, are you alright? It's dangerous to climb up the shelves like that. You could've gotten hurt."
Ba-Bump
You opened and closed your mouth several times as you felt your cheek heat up. "I-I, um, th-thank you. Thank you Beel for catching me.
Your heart stopped as he smiled brightly at you and set you back down onto your feet. "No problem MC. Though you shouldn't make a habit out of climbing up things like that," he reached up behind you, making you squeak as you got a face full of those beautiful pectorals of his, and handed you the snack you had been reaching for. "This is what you were trying to get right?"
You blinked at the bag in his hands before shakily taking it into your own. "How...How did you know that?"
Beel tilted his head, unknowingly making himself look like a confused puppy and causing your face to become even more flush than it already was. "They're your favourite, right?" he chuckled as you nodded. Beel moved to the fridge and grabbed a few things from the fridge before closing it. "Next time you need something, don't be afraid to ask me for help. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?"
You could only nod silently as you were too overwhelmed with the flood of feelings you were being hit with. Beel softly smiled at you and ruffled your hair before leaving the room. You stood frozen in place as you tried to figure out what just happened.
So maybe Beel wasn't just a friend.
You tried not to make a big deal out of it. Beelzebub was still important to you and you lived with him. Confessing would probably make things awkward, so you thought it'd be best to hide how you feel.
You spent the next week trying to pretend like nothing had happened. You acted exactly as you would before.
You went to his fangol games.
You stood in the stands cheering loudly as Beelzebub's team got their winning goal and the buzzer went off. You were fully decked out in his team colours and had brought glow sticks and everything.
You smiled brightly as Beel affectionately butted helmets with a couple of his teammates before he took it off. His hair, slightly damp with sweat, clung to his forehead as his chest heaved with exhaustion from the game. You didn't know if it was the arena lights, or just in your head, but you could've sworn that he was glowing. His purple eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on you. Your breath hitched as his face broke into a joyous grin and jogged over to you.
"MC! You came!"
You laughed and wiggled your bright red glow sticks for him to see. "Of course I came! I'd never miss one of your games, Beel! You're amazing out there."
Beel bashfully scratched the back of his neck. "Thanks, MC, that me-"
He got cut off as one of his teammates jumped up from behind him and dropped an arm over his shoulder. "Woah, Beel! You never told us you had a personal cheerleader," the demon smirked at you and held out a hand. "Hey there Sweetheart. Name's Orion. You come out all this way to cheer us on? That's awfully nice of ya-"
Orion was interrupted and Beel shrugged him off and carelessly let him fall to the ground. He glared down at the demon. "Stop it," you shivered at the low growl in his tone.
Orion opened his mouth to retaliate but quickly shut it as Beel's glare hardened. The demon held up his hands in defence as he got off the ground and backed away. "Okay, okay. I can see when I'm beaten. Take good care of your date, Beel!"
For a moment you thought that Beel's cheeks grew just a little redder, but that had to be from having just finished playing. Right?
You would make him snacks.
You had noticed Beel was acting a little quieter around you since the fangol game, and you wanted to do something to cheer up.
With an apron around your waist and cookbooks scattered around you, you had spent the three hours baking four dozen devil's dark chocolate chip cookies, a poison princess apple pie, a couple dozen plain old vanilla cupcakes that you decorated with little red sprinkles.
You let out a tired sigh and wiped a hand across your forehead when you heard someone stumble near the door. You whipped around to see Beel gaping at you, a little bit of drool already dripping down from the corner of his mouth.
You grinned and waved at him. "Oh, Beel! I was actually just about to come get you," you blushed as he continued to stare frozen at you and your creations, and began to fidget with your hands a little. "S-See I um...I noticed that you've been acting a little strange since the fangol game a-and I thought maybe something happened that brought you down so I, um, made a bunch of sweets to cheer you up."
He blinked at you, his eyes sparkling at your words. "You made all of this...for me?"
You internally cursed yourself for being so obvious and tried to casually brush it off. "I mean, I like baking s-so it wasn't like it was that much extra work. And I know you like food so um...yeah."
Instead of going straight for the food, like you thought he would, Beel slowly walked over to you. The air grew hot and tense between you as he got closer, and you prayed to Diavolo that demons didn't have good enough hearing for him to hear your racing heart.
Beel raised a hand and gently cupped your face, as the two of you stood with your toes only a foot apart. "You have flour on your face," he whispered. You felt your face heat up as his thumb carefully swiped across your forehead. "Here," you shivered as his hand trailed down to your cheek and repeated the action. "Here," his intense gaze found yours as he slowly drew a line down your nose with his finger. "And here."
You swallowed down the lump in your throat, and Beel's eyes flickered down to your lips. You were all too aware of how close the two of you were, but it didn't seem to matter to Beel as he leaned in even closer. His eyes found yours once more and he opened his mouth to speak.
"Are those wicked cupcakes that I-" The two of you jumped apart, both obviously flustered as Asmodeus sauntered into the kitchen.
You could practically see Asmo's lust-driven brain jump to conclusions as a smirk found its way onto his face. "Oh my, what is happening in here?" he leaned back against a counter and picked up one of the cupcakes. "Please, continue. Don't let me interrupt."
Before anyone could say anything else, you squeaked and fled the scene.
All of this led to you being exactly where you are now: hiding in your room under a mountain of blankets, despite the fact that it had been three days since the kitchen incident.
Mammon sat complaining at the end of your bed. He had been trying his best to get you to talk to him and come out from your pile of shame but had been having no luck.
He sighed and laid down beside you. "MC, ya can't just hide in here forever. Don't ya think you'll feel better if ya tell the Great Mammon what's wrong? I can be a pretty good listener when I need ta be, ya know?"
You poked your head out from the blankets and avoided eye contact.
Mammon frowned in concern and pulled you closer to him. "Hey now, tell me what's wrong. Was it somethin' someone did to ya? Is there some punk I need to beat up? Cause as your protector it's my duty to-"
"I almost kissed Beel," you blushed deeply as you quickly spit out the words, "a-and I like him. L-like a lot."
You expected Mammon to yell, to overreact, or put up some kind of fuss. But instead, he just sat there thoughtfully as he rubbed circles into your arm. "Well that explains why Beel's been acting all strange ever since you became a hermit."
You groaned and hid your face back into the blankets. "God, he probably hates me. I was just trying to patch things up but instead, I made things worse!"
"No! Dammit! I didn't mean it like that!" Mammon pulled you out of the pile to try and prevent you from hiding again. "Look MC, Beel's been worried sick about ya. He keeps askin' everyone if they've seen aya come out of your room. He's the one that's been puttin' together your meals cause he's scared you're not eatin' enough. Hell, he hasn't been eating nearly as much he normally does either!"
You finally glanced over at him. Mammon was looking down at you with the softest expression you've ever seen on the second born. You were baffled by it. "What...What are you saying Mammon?"
He chuckled and leaned back. "Now I know I'm an idoit, or a moron, or whatever else my brothers call me. But I know a thing or two, and that includes my brothers. So putting two and two together after everything ya just told me, I'd say that Beel feels the same way about you."
Your eyes widened and moved a little closer to the second born. "You think so?"
He scoffs and looks at you as though you just made fun of goldie. "What? Ya think I'd lie to you? It's pretty obvious. I mean, he's totally head over heels for ya."
You squinted at Mammon, trying to deduce his true feelings on the situation. "You don't care that I like Beel and...and that B-Beel maybe l-likes me?"
His face flushed as he looked away from you. "Look. I really just want everyone to be happy. That's all," his lips turned into a little smile as he looked at bed, clearly lost in thought. "Besides, if the two ya actually stop dancin' around each other and tell each other your feelings well...h-having a weird human like you as a siblin' wouldn't be too bad."
Your heart warmed at the confession. You may not have feelings for Mammon or the rest of the brothers the way you do Beelzebub, but you still loved them nonetheless. "Awwwww, Mammon!!" You threw yourself onto him, clinging onto the demon tightly as he squawked and thrashed about.
"GAH! I take it back! I take it all back! Get off me!"
With Mammon's advice, you finally found the courage to leave your room and confess your feelings.
You confidently marched over to his and Belphie's room, but the moment you were staring at the door, you felt all that confidence whither away.
You were about to turn around and leave when the door swung open and a hand grabbed your wrist before yanking you inside.
You stumbled a little before turning to see Belphie looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest. "About time you came. Beel's been a mess, and you're the cause of it. Fix it. Now," with that, he walked out the door and closed loudly behind him.
You gulped and awkwardly turned to look around the room. It seemed to be empty. Belphie's side of the room was a little messy, with blankets thrown all over the place and books left half-read. You rolled your eyes at the typical behaviour of the Avatar of Sloth.
You ventured over to Beelzebub's side of the room. Unlike Belphegor's it was neat. Things were mostly put in their proper place with the exception of the food wrappers left on the bedside table from the night before. You blushed as you realized his bed's blankets were disturbed as though someone had recently gotten out of it.
You let out a shaky breath as you began to walk towards it but, as per your luck, you felt your foot get caught on something causing you to trip.
You squeaked and held out your hands to catch yourself, but were instead caught by a familiar pair of big strong hands.
You once again found yourself staring up at Beel, flustered, as he looked back down at you concerned. "Y-You shouldn't leave your weights laying around. Someone could trip," you stuttered out, shakily pointing to the offending item that tripped you.
The light comment was enough to make Beel smile and carefully helped you stand upright. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting any guests...especially not you."
Awkwardness filled the air like a heavy fog, as the two of you avoided looking at each other. Both of you knew what needed to be addressed, and both of you had things you needed to say.
But how does one put into words that they've had a massive crush on their best friend and they want to give something more than friendship a try?
The tension grew thicker and thicker as you both remained silent. You heart was pounding in your chest as your palms lined with sweat. You suddenly couldn't take it any longer as you squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself.
"I like you!" you and Beel spoke in unison.
Both of you froze and stared at the other with wide eyes as you attempted to soak in what you had both just said.
Eventually, Beel's face split into a wide grin as he took a step closer to you. "Y-You do?"
Your face heated up. "Of course! Why else would I spend three hours baking for you and go to all of your fangol games no matter how far away they are?"
He chuckled and took your hands into his. His eyes shined with childlike joy at the sight as he smiled at you. "I like you too, MC. I have for a while now," you squeaked, causing him to laugh as he rubbed circles into the tops of your hands. "MC would you...I mean don't feel pressured or anything, th-this is only if you want to, but I would really like it if-" he let out a deep breath and squeezed your hands. "Would you be my partner, MC? R-Romantically I mean. W-Would you please date me?"
You weren't dreaming. The slight discomfort from Beel squeezing your hands just a little too tight reassured you that you weren't dreaming. This was actually happening.
You smiled brightly at him and nodded shyly. "Yes, Beel. I would love to be your partner. Would you be my boyfriend?"
His eyes lit up as he leaned in closer to you. "I would love that," his face reddened as his eyes
fell to your lips before flicking up to meet your eyes once more. "I-I would also really like to kiss you right now if you're alright with that?"
You flushed and nodded as you leaned in to meet him. Your lips brushed softly against one another, your eyelids fluttering shut, as-
A group of yelps and screams came as Asmodeus, Levi, Mammon and Belphie tumbled into the room and onto the floor as the door swung open. Holding the door open, was a smirking Satan. "Sorry for the interruption, just figured you wouldn't want an audience for what comes next." Both you and Beel opened your mouths in protest as Satan grinned. "Congratulations by the way."
Belphie growled and shoved Levi off of him. "Satan you ruined the moment! Out! All of you!" he shooed everyone out of the room, grabbing the door as he left too. But not before glancing over his shoulder and winking at the pair of you. "I'll take care of them."
As the door shut once more, you and Beel blinked at it, and then each other, before bursting out laughing. Your laughter filled every crack and crevice in the room until you were both in tears and holding onto one another for support.
As your laughter died down, you glanced over at Beel. He was glowing with joy, his eyes barely open as he continued to laugh his loud hearty laugh. You felt your heart flutter again, but this time, there was something you could do about it.
Without hesitation, you grabbed the collar of Beel's shirt and pulled him down as you pressed your lips together. Beel tensed for just a moment, before realizing what was happening. He smiled into the kiss, and gently rest his hands on your waist as he lovingly kissed you back.
***Eeeeeeee I loved writing this one so much! God, I love Beel. This was so much fun, thank you @bunna-does-stuff for the incredible request! I loved it, and I hope you do to!***
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Which demon bro do you think would get more flustered if you gave them flowers on a date? I think it's really a sweet gesture to gift boys flowers too, they look so cute and adorable with a bouquet in their hand and a smile on their face. And mostly when the boy is a big guy like beel, it's just sooo cute!
Honestly? All of them!
They all can't hide the flush on their cheeks, but some handle it better than others, as usual.
Lucifer and Satan are kind, a small smile on his face as he looks down at the bouquet of flowers, holding them gently. He puts them in his office, a black glass vase adorned with red/green decorations, a steel to keep their life extended and vibrant.
Mammon and Levi are mess, stuttering and warm, but he's thankful. He's usually not spoiled like this, small, meaningful gestures. Hell bring them close to his chest, and thank you again, before giving you a kiss to the crown of your head.
Beel is happy, flushed and rubbing the back of his neck, looking away for a moment. He can't help it! You're too sweet to him, he promises he'll the not to say them if he's in a snack is his mood, and will most likely grab an empty book and press each flower to a new page. He keeps the book under his pillow.
Belphie and Ammo are honored. You're too good for him. Honestly. They'll even say that to you, and chose to pamper you in their own ways, Asmos date was a spa day and Belphies was a movie night in the attic. Cuddles and plush touches for the next week! Er- more than usual.
Confession time. I like cooking! I’m not very good but it’s fun to cook. I could imagine cooking with Beel (+Belphie if he isn’t asleep) would be very fun! It’s disheartening when you cook something and it ends up tasting bad or just off somehow, but this big boi would probably eat it anyway. I think he’d be really encouraging (if he doesn’t eat the ingredients first!)
He'd be so sweet about your cooking and help along the way!
Yelling you what to use more or less of, if it's under or over cooked, maybe it the ingredients don't seem to bend right or if something is missing.
He'd eat all your cooking! And you'd improve by light years in only a few weeks with his help.
