Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

[Good Omens Oneshot]

K, so I know this isn't Bnha, but I wrote this over the span of a few days, and I'm actually really proud of it, so I'm posting it here. 

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Beelzebub x GN Reader:

Something stirred, deep within their heart - a feeling so pure, so unbridled...perhaps it was love? They couldn't be certain, but the tiny wings of many a butterfly toiled to trace the lining of their stomach. They wanted to understand the feeling - that which had been hidden from them for millennia. To whom was it directed? What purpose did it serve? Nothing thus had sent them into such a state of confusion. This feeling...it shouldn't have been possible. But, perhaps it too was a cog in the wheel of the Great Plan. After all, God often sacrificed sense for inanity.

No...it couldn't be love.

But this...it seemed so innocent, and the implications...they didn't bear considering. As a demon, a being avowedly void of the very capacity, well...they should've been immune. It should've been a far-flung fantasy, a tale only told as fiction. But seeing you here, a child hanging from your arm...Beelzebub could feel a spark of...something. It was something wrong, they were certain - positive, and therefore very, very wrong indeed. It was something that defied logic, that gave the demon pause and instilled a confusion deep within. Your meeting, albeit temporary, had hindered their plans to a great extent. They were supposed to be monitoring Crowley (a task annoying in and of itself), not...following some human. Not even an hour had passed since your paths had crossed, and yet they felt such intrigue.

The way you handled your child with care and compassion beyond anything they'd seen thus far, the elegance that shone through even the smallest of movements, that smile...

Beelzebub wasn't sure which, of the aforementioned, they favoured most. It was a difficult choice, since their mind hadn't bothered to list all of the qualities they'd become privy to. It took neither genius nor seer to tell that you glowed. You glowed with beauty, with love, with...everything demons couldn't hope to match. You were angelic, without a whisper of effort. You didn't claim to be an angel, but if ever you did, the smell of humanity would betray you.

Humanity...that was your sole flaw, but your very essence. For Beelzebub to pursue it, to want to...

All of this, all of it...was the result of a single interaction - one that you probably didn't even remember. You had quite literally crashed into them, while on your daughter's tail. In her defence, she was playing Tag...amid a rowdy throng of people. And in your defence, you had warned her. Several times, in fact. But a child so young is an angel in theory and a devil in practice, paying attention to little unless it interests them.

The memory of your bodies colliding was still fresh in Beelzebub's mind. They could almost...feel you, as though you were still there, still in their arms. It hurt that you weren't, and that you fled so quickly. They remembered the rushed apology, the eyes that avoided theirs, and the glimmers of panic and guilt that couldn't be concealed. It all happened within a moment, and then you were gone. Beelzebub had put their actual job on hold, to track you down. That might've been an honour, for a demon. The reminder of your humanity was...painful. Your human vessel would eventually expire, falling victim to the curses of illness or age. For that reason, humans were lesser, they were expendable.

That's why, the war...

Beelzebub shivered at the thought, a string of new emotions tying up their heart. They felt...desperate, protective and scared. The threads of fate would not waver at the behest of a demon, but...did humanity, all of humanity, need to be slain...? What if a single human and their child...what if they survived? Would such a thing be questioned, or challenged? If there was a way to keep you, even at the expense of your freedom...