You wake up to someone shouting inside your head. You open your eyes, noticing Beelzemon roll around, trying to cover his ears. "No, shut up I want to sleep!!" he shouts. You listen to the voice calling out inside your head, realizing something. You put your hand on his shoulder and look at him. "It's Michael." He sighs and pulls the blanket over his head. "You handle it. I need my sleep, damn it."
You put your hand on the mark on your neck. "Yes, king of the skies?" you ask. Michael's voice speaks into your mind. "Gabriel's on the move. She's dangerous. Estimated time of arrival in your current location: T minus 38 minutes. Her specialty is physical strength God bestowed upon her. She isn't very friendly but cunning and sadistic all the way to make up for the lack of it. I hope this helps." You smile deviously as you see a countdown and a location pop up on your digivice's screen. "What's her build like?" you ask. "Her body is like that of a child, but don't be fooled by it." You smirk. "Thanks for the information. I'm getting all fired up!"
The connection to Michael cuts off and you crawl on top of Beelzemon. "We've got a fun fight coming. Get those muscles ready, we're beating up a kid in 37 minutes." He pulls the blanket off his face, grinning. "Nice, two strength and speed types against a strong kid. Wonder if she's fast too?" You smirk, peck his lips and get off. "I'm getting some better clothes for fighting while you dress up. Be right back." You walk out of the door, making your way to the huge dressing room one floor down.
You browse through the clothes, thinking that heels won't support your stance enough and take ankle high shoes where the soles aren't too thin. You also take a pair of loose pants and a roll of sturdy bandage. You've missed the wrapping around your chest for too long. You start pulling the clothes on and put your hair up in a ponytail. You decide finishing it off with bandaging your arms and wrap the red scarf back around your neck.
You walk back up to his quarters, noticing him guzzle down breakfast before he sees you. His movements stop and he stares at you with his mouth open after swallowing the food. "What? I'm ready for a fight now. Or is it too much?" you ask. He just stares at you like a bull at a new fence. "You're sexy, damn" he manages to say before getting up and picking you up. "You're coming to sit on daddy's lap for a quick breakfast" he says and places you on his lap, continuing his eating.
You have some juice, a meat pastry and top it off with a pudding. Then you notice you're still hungry so you grab some sandwiches and hot chocolate. Then you're ready. You wipe your mouth and watch him lick his fingers clean before guzzling down the last bits of the ham on the table. He downs a carton of milk, drinking right out of it, and slams it on the table after it's empty. He sighs and smiles. "What a nice breakfast. Well, how much time we got left?" You look at the digivice.
"Nine minutes. I think we should get to somewhere with lots of space but where you have a good footing so the desert doesn't work either." He kisses your cheek and smiles. "I know just the place. I'm getting all fired up so I hope the kid's not a disappointment." You smirk as you feel the suspense building up in his pants just for the thought. You're feeling it inside you too, and hope it's worth the wait. He gets up and puts you down. "It's just five minutes away from here by Behemoth so we should get going. I suppose the angel will follow us there since she found my tower."
You both walk down and out of the tower, hop on Behemoth and speed off to the place. He stops at a spot where the ground is normal, gritty and flat, covering a broad area. You look at the countdown and smirk. "She'll be here in a minute. Let's get ready you big hunk." You stretch your arms and your legs quick until something seems to hit into the ground, coming from the sky so hard the ground cracks. After the dust dissipates, you see a girl getting up, smiling.
Her body doesn't look that sturdy, but you clench your fist. "So, you must be little Gabriel, huh?" Beelzemon asks. The girl walks to you and offers her hand like she wanted to shake your hand. "Yeah, that's my name, and in the name of God, I'll punch you so hard you both will turn into dust!" You chuckle and shake her hand. "I'm the legendary warrior of this world and this is my lover, Beelzemon. We've been waiting to have a proper fight for a long time to let loose you know?" Her grip tightens on your hand, starting to hurt. Her face doesn't look the least like she was doing something. "That's cool, I hope you both will join together as dust after I kill you!" she says smiling too innocently for those words.
The girl jumps back, taking a few meters of distance between you. You look up at Beelzemon, smirking. "Ready your muscles, lets test her!" you say, rising your fist to the level of your chin enthusiastically. His fist raises up and you read him right, bumping your fists together. The girl is standing and watching you for a moment before yelling: "Hey old guys, didn't you want to fight me?" You nod to Beelzemon and he returns the motion before you apply energy to your arms, fists and legs, charging together with him at the kid. You're on his right side and you raise your left fist in unison with his right, landing a hit on her together. It gives off quite a vortex, causing you to lose sight of her.
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Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]
FanfictionYou're a 16 year old girl who lives with her grandma and sees mysterious dreams of an unknown savior, making her way to the digital realm only to find out she has to save the world.