“…BECAUSE THE EARTH IS SENDING UP DEITIES THAT ARE TELLING PEOPLE TO DESTROY THAT WHICH IS CREATING THE ATROCITY OF SUFFERING AND RAPE OF LIFE THAT IS CHRISTIAN-BASED SOCIETY.”
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Content Warning: VERY light spoilers in reference to something in lessons 20-40, but the spoiler itself isn’t anything major at all. Reader has some academic pressure on them, but nothing too major!
Word Count:.8k+
Summary:With Finals Week just around the corner, there were two things Beel was absolutely sure about: that you were being completely and utterly overworked, and that you need a snack in your system ASAP.
Authors Note:Not to pat my own back or anything - but this is just so cute, that I could burst. Beel is my third favorite behind Lucifer and Mammon, so I’m glad I could finally write for him! <3
Preparing for Finals Week was an absolute nightmareto your schedule.
It wasn’t anything like finals week at your human world college, and up there, you didn’t have Lucifer to ride your ass and press you about getting grades high enough for Diavolo’s standards. However, you couldn’t exactly blame Lucifer much when Lord Diavolo himself was the one who decided to hold you to a higher standard than usual. Not only did that mean that Lucifer was beyond serious about your studying habits, but that also meant that most of your free time was spent with Satan with your head buried in a textbook learning about everything from seductive speechcraft to potions.
That’s how you ended up at the dinner table, with your head literally buried in a textbook as you slept soundly against the pages.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone besides your twin fall asleep at the dinner table like this,” Satan crossed his arms at you from the dining room entrance. “Perhaps I may have given them too many readings for today.”
From Beel’s point of view, it looked like you had fallen asleep reading Devildom Law 101 - and anyone in their right mind would fall asleep reading something so boring. “Well, you have been pushing them extra hard lately…”
Satan scoffed at that. “I’m not pushing them at all. It’s Lucifer and Diavolo that’s pushing them, I’m just the one making sure they don’t fail and reign in Lucifer and his shitty punishments. They should be thanking me if anything.”
While that was true, Beel didn’t like that at all. He could see how overworked you were, and that made him sad. He could see clear as day that you were exhausted, and when you’re tired and overworked, you don’t have time to eat like you should. It was just yesterday that you missed your afternoon snack with him because you had to study, and that came second on the list of the saddest things he has seen this week - the first, seeing your exhausted form drooling over the most boringsubject he’s ever had the displeasure of taking.
“I think they would like a break,” Beel decided, frowning as your position changed slightly even though you remained asleep. “I’m going to take them to get some food. Y/N is human, and they need to eat.”
“Yeah, do that,” Satan agreed, turning to walk away now. “But then they need to read - just because I agreed that I gave them a lot of readings doesn’t mean I don’t want it done.”
Beel sighed at that, half-tempted to lie through his teeth to you and tell you that Satan canceled your readings. But that would only do more harm than good.
But what he coulddo for you was give you a little break at Madam Scream’s. It was a necessity, actually.
Beel quietly walked toward you, careful not to wake you before he could do it his own way. Once you were within arms reach, he reached his hand out to settle against the top of your head, fingers carefully folding into your hair. Even he couldn’t deny the simple pleasure of something so soft and sweet.
With that, he softly patted your head - so softly, like you would break if you patted it any harder. Head pats for working so hard, because you were nothing if not dedicated, but also heat pats for being you. Head pats for looking so sweet with his hand on your head. Head pats for no reason at all - head pats, just because.
Once you began to stir into consciousness, Beel switched from head pats to stroking the back of your head, but not without loss of his gentle touch.
“H-Huh?” you yawned, your eyes fluttering open to the worn-down, almost yellow pages of the Devildom Law book you were reading. It was then that you noticed the smallest bit of drool pooling at your lips, and you pouted. Gross. Your disgust quickly turned into comfort, however, once you registered Beel’s presence, as well as his adoring little strokes against the top of your head. “Beel?”
“Y/N?” Beel’s smile at you was just as kind as his touch. “You looked just like Belphie just now.”
You laughed. “I bet I did… but Satan would be pissed if he found out I fell asleep.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Beel was quick to dismiss that idea, and he wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to you. “Let’s worry about getting a snack. I’ve been dying to get my hands on a no-bake Hellfire Cheesecake since my last one about fifteen minutes ago. Wanna come get another one with me, pumpkin?”
Beel didn’t miss the way your cheeks turned crimson. “Do you think that’d be okay?”
He patted your head again softly. “Of course. Let’s go take a break, okay? When we come back, we can study together. I could use some help in Devildom Law, too.”
Now there’s an offer you couldn’t refuse for anything.
With that, you grinned up at Beel and closed your textbook. You scooted out of your chair and joined Beel at his right side as you made a beeline for the door.
Maybe preparing for Finals Week isn’t the worst thing in the world.
