Obey Me! x Reader

Belphegor x Reader

(A subpar rendition of one of my daydreams)

I rub my eyes, pulling myself out of my bed. As comfortable as it is, I can't stay still for long enough to sleep. Not after the dreams I've been having.

The house is eerily quiet. I check my DDD, shaking my head when I see it's 2am. I need a distraction to clear my head for a bit.

Cursing myself mentally, I remember I forgot to grab a water cup when I went to bed.

I pop my back, make sure my pajamas are in place, and head to the kitchen.

Opening the door, I make my way over to the cupboard, grabbing a glass and filling it in the sink.

Footsteps behind me alert me to company, as I check my Devilgram. It's probably Beel coming to get a snack, I note to myself. Or Lucifer, since he's usually up at ungodly(lol) hours of the night doing paperwork. The fridge opens, then closes, and I turn around to affirm my guess.

My heart stops for a moment, and I remember everything that happened when I spot Belphegor with the gallon of milk-- or some demonic substitute that works just as well.

I take a breath, shaking myself from my startle. We haven't talked since the incident. All day yesterday was awkward, stolen glances and strained tension filling the air.

He sets the gallon on the kitchen table, stepping closer to me. The counter behind me, I watch as he draws closer. Closer. I set the glass of water on the counter, but stand my ground.

Closer still. I could reach out and touch him. And closer. His hand reaches up.

He opens the cabinet and takes down a bowl.

"What, did you think I was going to hurt you?" He gives a half-hearted jab.

I stare for a moment longer, before letting out a strained laugh. "Honestly, I wasn't sure what you were doing."

"Oh? I thought you had me all figured out," he steps back.

I ponder what he means for a moment as he turns away, grabbing a spoon and the cereal.

"What, are you all choked up?" The question ends abruptly, a grimace on his face for a moment.

A snort escapes me as I try not to laugh.

"Too soon?"

"Maybe let me start the jokes first."

"Noted."

He sits down, fixing his cereal, and I sit down across from him, sipping my water and scrolling through Devilgram again.

The silence is awkward, but not awful.

"Hey Y/n?" Belphegor mumbles, swirling a couple pieces of cereal around in the milk.

I hum in acknowledgement, looking up from my DDD.

His eyes don't meet mine until he takes a breath, purple irises tense as they peer into mine. "I really am sorry. I was awful to you. I lied to you. I hurt you. I ki--"

"Belphegor," I cut him off. "I wouldn't still be in this room-- in this realm-- if I hadn't already forgiven you. It doesn't make this okay. Far from it," I can hear the wheeze in my voice, and my fingers brush my throat with a shudder down my spine. "But I'm not holding it against you. You're not the first demon to try and kill me recently. I'm still traumatized, but I'm going to try to treat you as I do the others. As my friend."

Belphegor listens intently through my spiel, nodding softly. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, or your amity, but thank you for it. I don't know how you've survived in the devildom with how soft a human you are."

I'm not certain whether or not to take exception to that comment, but I shrug. "Well, I haven't exactly survived the whole time."

"No."

"I mean, you left me pretty breathless--"

"NOO." He plops his head to the table, shaking his head.

"Awe, come on, let me make light of a horrible thing," I laugh. "It's a great coping mechanism."

He nods a bit, raising his head. Belphie has a small smile on his face as he picks up his empty bowl, setting it in the sink.

I set my glass in the sink, too, grabbing the milk he'd left on the table and putting it in the fridge as he put away the cereal.

"You're insufferable at the best of times," he sighs, obviously in jest. I give a laugh, reaching out to push his shoulder.

I stop midway, remembering where we stand with one another. My hand hangs for a moment, him eyeing me before following through with his own push to my shoulder, nearly toppling me over.

"Hey!" I push him back, grinning as he looks at me smugly.

"Hey yourself, human," he rests his elbow on my head, and I jab at his ribs, effectively dislodging him.

I stick my tongue out at him, grabbing my DDD and checking the time.

3:30am.

"I should get to sleep. We have RAD in the morning," I pout.

"Need a cuddle buddy?" He offers.

"Belphie! There you are!" Beel grins from the door. "And Y/n. My two favourite people."

I smile back, and the three of us end up talking (and eating) until breakfast.