Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

54: A formidable ally

Michael looks at his own wings, smiling. "I'm glad I have them back. How did you...?" he asks. You smile as you raise your hand, showing him small energy sparks running through your fingers. "I think in this world, since everything is converted to data, I'm able to modify data itself to small extents. For example, I can turn this energy into data that supports or enhances my physical abilities. That's how I could form the wings. And as for healing, I'm able to fix or change small parts of the code which is the form of data inside you that makes you you. It's weird but when I realized the possibility I could use it right away. I think the secret is this digivice here since some people call it the sacred device or something.."

Michael stands there amazed. Beelzemon offers him his hand and smirks. "You're a great warrior, I admit it, but the gap on strength is too huge between us." Michael shakes Beelzemon's hand. "I'm sorry to doubt you, you're a good lad!" You ponder something and then try getting advantage of the situation. "So as you probably shouldn't show your face to your god anymore, how about being allies with us?" The king laughs. "I like it, good lass!" "So, we'll help you out when you need help and in exchange, would you like to watch over some towns and keep watch on the other archangels? There are 8 more left." Michael smiles. "That sounds like a good feat for us, good lass. Would you exchange information on the towns' locations for me?"

You show the map, telling about the old couple and their village, then MudFrigimon, the Church, the Crystal City, Village of Beginnings, the Frigimon village, the Biyomon village and the Bearmon village. "Is that all?" Michael asks. "I have a few thousand men from A to Z, they could surely do more." You giggle. "I have nothing else to ask from you, the places just need protection from evil creatures since there are such." He nods.

You grab his helmet and offer it to Beelzemon. "Would you do a spell on it so that Michael can contact us through it when he notices angels entering this dimension?" you ask. He sighs and takes a talisman, putting it on the helmet. It burns his emblem on the back. "There, just think about us and you'll connect through" he says to Michael. He raises his fist to his heart, saluting. "Then I'll be in touch. Run along now, lovebirds" he answers. You both salute back at him before Beelzemon sweeps you off your feet, picking you up bridal style. "We'll be off."

He starts flying you back towards the tower. After a moment you start wondering. "What if we didn't have to kill each archangel?" you ask. Beelzemon smiles. "It'll be up to you whether we'd kill them or not. That guy sure was a jolly old man" he says, mimicking the way Michael spoke. You laugh, hugging yourself close to him. "I love you so much right now." He doesn't answer but you can hear his heartbeat picking up pace, wondering if he's blushing. 

You arrive back to the tower and he exhales, smoke coming out of his mouth as his form shrinks back to his original size, his wings disappear and his eye color turns back red. "Well at least we're back safe and sound. How are your legs? Still feeling wobbly?" You smile. "Nah, I can walk myself, I enhanced my legs in order to walk and it's going well." He doesn't let you down. "I can't have you exhaust yourself for what I did. Aren't you the least bit tired, keeping the power on? Just, let's get up, Renamon's waiting for you."

You squint at him as he carries you upstairs. "You're too quiet. Spit it out" he says. You look away. "You probably spent time with her while I was away" you say, sounding angry. "Yeah, she's smart and we put our heads together to try and find you until you contacted me." You sigh. "I knew it. You have something for her" you say, sounding sad. He stops in his tracks. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not the kind of man you think." After a moment of silence, tears start flowing out of your eyes as he continues to the top floor. He opens the door and you struggle out of his arms with energy sparking on your legs. Renamon runs towards you with open arms. You dodge. Beelzemon looks at the surprised and sad look on her face, shaking his head and shrugging.

Renamon leaves the room. You sit down on a chair. "You probably fucked too when I was out of the way." He rubs his temples. "Hey, I just told you. I'm not like that. I have my pride, I ain't sleeping around like you think." You cross your arms. "Yeah, you fuck them on your bed since you're way too okay with not really having sex with me." He walks to you, pushes the chair back with his foot until it's against the wall. "I don't fuck other girls when I already have one who's a handful." You glare at him. "You're lying." He puts his hand on the wall right next to your head and he closes in to you. "Well... I'm not denying that. I fuck my dream version of you while I sleep. Satisfied? Now you made me sound like a pervert." You look away sadly. "But I..."

He shuts you up with a kiss, making you melt into it. You kiss back like you're hungering for his attention. He pulls back after a moment. "That's right, you didn't even believe it yourself. You just want to be showered with attention. You know, you can be honest with me and tell me when you feel needy. Also, I'm trying my all to not burst all over you and cause you more traumas about me. I'm serious, pumpkin pie." You wipe away the remains of your tears, smiling at him. He sighs in a relieved manner. "Finally.."