So reading the title it's pretty obvious what it's about and if you have requested just leave a comment or in this case request ask and if it's a lemon or fluff ask anyway enjoy the book.
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The evening was calm and peaceful, rain tapping steadily against the roof, blending with the soft crackle of the fireplace. A gentle warmth flushed the cheeks of the one seated on the couch, who reclined comfortably, allowing the cozy ambiance to seep into their bones. Around them, the others focused quietly on their tasks, the usual bustle softened by the storm outside. Yet, amidst the calm, a certain demon watched silently, unaccustomed to so much company, so much noise filling the house.
Slowly, the figure on the couch began to drift, senses dulling one by one—the distant sounds of laughter and murmurs fading away, the warmth of the fire blurring into a gentle haze. Soon enough, sleep claimed them entirely.
From the shadowy depths of Beelzebub's restless thoughts came a surge of frustration and desperation.
"I'm done having you around," the voice echoed in her mind, sharp and cutting.
"Please don't go," she pleaded silently, trembling with fear.
"I wasted all my time on an insufferable pest like you."
"Wait—don't put me back there again," she begged, panic rising.
With sudden force, she tore open the banishment—a swirling void of endless dark—and grasped at the arm of the one she couldn't bear to lose, yanking them closer. Just as she was about to cast them back into the void, a sudden gasp shattered the nightmare. Eyes flew open to the familiar room, the soft glow of the fire, and the gentle patter of rain. Relief flooded her as she realized she was still at home.
Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked them away, quietly leaving her room. She padded down the hallway and the stairs, searching for a glass of water to soothe the turmoil inside.
Though the others thrived under the care and presence of their beloved, enjoying one-on-one moments and happiness, she felt a hollow loneliness gnawing at her heart. The fragile feeling of falling apart crept closer when she noticed the figure on the couch, slumped in peaceful sleep, a book lying forgotten on the nearby table. The title caught her eye: If Only You Knew.
Unable to resist, she picked it up, skimming the pages with trembling fingers before gently nudging the sleeper awake.
Eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the dim, rain-speckled light filtering through the window. The soft crackling of the fire warmed the room as Beelzebub sat quietly nearby, the book resting in her lap. A smile flickered as she looked up and met the gaze of the one who had awakened.
"Hey, enjoying that book, Bell?" came the gentle voice, full of warmth.
Without warning, she lunged forward, wrapping herself tightly in an embrace that spoke of fear and longing.
"Ow! What's wrong, Bell? What happened?" the voice asked softly, concern threading every word.
"Please promise me you'll never abandon me," she whispered, her voice barely audible but heavy with emotion.
The words settled deep in the air, felt rather than just heard. Arms enveloped her in response, drawing her close and comforting her as quiet tears traced paths down her cheeks. Cradling her tenderly, the one lifted her from the couch, carrying her to her room with gentle care.
As she lay down, still trembling with the remnants of her fear, soothing words came softly.
"I have tomorrow off from work. If you want, I'll spend the whole day with you, love."
Wrapped together beneath the warm blanket, bodies close—one the protector, the other the cherished—the embrace deepened. She curled inwards, finding comfort in the steady heartbeat against her back, a silent promise that she would never be left alone again.
Her lips curved into a smile, a delicate peace settling over her as sleep finally reclaimed them both, safe and loved.
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