All My Little Words (snippet)
Okay so I finally decided to try to write a fanfic and I'm still working on it but I decided to post what I have so far here because I'm an anxious creature who has never written fanfiction before and would love some constructive but kind feedback please ty
Oh and also @mmiillk because I anon asked them on Twitter to pick which ship I did a fic for lol so if you read this I hope you enjoy it.
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Summary: It doesn't matter what he'll do, not for all his little words. Or, Belial muses about the relationship and desires he has for his eccentric master while tending to his wounds. Belial x Mephisto
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Lifting the fresh compress out of the golden wash basin and applying, Belial canât help but acknowledge how small, how vulnerable his master appears in this moment, even if he knows the reality is the exact opposite despite his masterâs gruesome injury. As he wrings the compress out to apply it to Lord Phelesâs - no, King Samaelâs - gunshot wound, he finds his hands still somewhat shaking as his mind and body alike work to try to process the events of the past few hours. Despite all of his centuries travelling with the King of Time and working as his servant, Belial had never seen the proud and powerful demon reduced to such a state.
âNo, now is not the time to entertain such thoughts,â Belial thought to himself, gently shaking his head as if the train of thought would dislodge itself from his brain and fall out of his ears, plaguing him no longer. He knows if Samael had been in a better condition that his behavior would have certainly warranted a tease and a smirk from His Majesty, and the scene Belialâs imagination supplies him with of such a beautiful sight brings a gentle smile to his face and a warm, pink flush to his cheeks.
As Belial finishes patching up the wound and clearing any residual gore from the Kingâs face, the butler canât help but notice just how peaceful Samael looks now that he has finally succumbed to sleep in order to allow his vessel to heal. Belial canât remember the last time he saw His King look so relaxed, even during the one hour period of rest he allowed himself per night. But here, in his plush, king-sized canopy bed, Samael looked just as poised, as regal and magnificent to him as the butler had always perceived him to be in his mindâs eye. As far as Belial was concerned, he might as well have been looking at the stars themselves. So, for the first time, Belial allows himself the indulgence of leaning down to brush his masterâs hair away from his cheek and behind his ear, then quickly departs as his face deepens from a soft pink to a burning red. After all, he didnât want to imagine what sort of consequences he would face if his King were to wake up during such a tender moment, let alone experience them.
Trying to maintain his composure, Belial swiftly took his leave from his masterâs chambers and headed towards the kitchen, determined to find another task to prevent his mind from wandering. However, as he begins taking inventory of the pantry, his past memories start flooding back to the forefront of his mind against his will....
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