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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 1 year

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Hi, how are you? do you sleep well? how about Beelzebub, Buddha, Loki (record of ragnarok) with an agelo-like reader, like this beautiful light, eyes the color of the ocean that reflects the world's sadness, such a pretty little angel, it would be nice to see how they take care of this exhausted creature, you can childhood friends . I know it's confusing, but I wrote it from the heart. If you don't want to, you can ignore (≧∇≦)/

hii sweetie, yes is slept well, thank uu and u? i studied the whole day but now i take some time off for the reqs <3

note: i made some headers, aren't they cute ?

beelzebub

— he knew you from the beginning of his eternal-ness, but only met you again when you came back from the world. your friends, the other angels were dead by the miserable state of the people, or already up in the valhalla. not knowing where to go, you bet everything on meeting an old friend again.

— in the middle of an exploration, one of his servants disturbed him with the news that the angel named y/n fell in front of the gates of his realms. the servants only knew one angel's name, y/n, not accidentally. leaving the lifeless body, he went to guide the angel inside.

— seeing y/n weak and sad, instead of keeping distance between them like with everybody else, beelzebub bends down, slowly but surely lifting up the fallen angel into his arms. brushing her soft, golden hair like a cat's fur, he wipes the tears off of her cheek. as though he seems calm, he's seething and thinking about the most brutal monsters that he could send down to the earth as a punishment for hurting you.

— "i'm gonna heal you, y/n, don't you every worry." he says as he commands his servants to tide up a room for you. walking you to the room, placing you down on the bed, he scans your body for injuries. whenever he finds one, another idea of a gigantic, horrific monster flows into his mind... or catching the people who did this to you, and laying them onto his operating table as a new 'guinea pig', making never-ending, horrible creatures from them.

— brushing your face, you slowly lift up your arm to feel his skin. he holds your hand, kissing it, leads it into his hair to fulfill your wishes. sitting beside you, brushing your forehead and tear-stains, a servant silently brings in a plate with food and water on it.

— "are you hungry, little one?" he asks quietly. shaking your head, you just pull him close to you. "no, it's just... hurts... can you help me, beelz? i don't have anybody else who i could turn to, you are the only one who i can trust fully." at your words, his heart cramps, a feeling that he's not used to. all the hundreds of years you spent down on earth, beelzebub sometimes thought that he doesn't have a heart because of the lack of movement in his chest. laying beside you, stroking your hair, he leads his hand onto yours.

— his anger brings out the best ideas from him, and his best ideas are the worst things a mortal person could ever see in his life... as the last thing they see before they die. beelzebub tortures himself into the thought that he doesn't even want to make tests on them; he just wants to make them suffer for hundreds of year, when they beg for him to just simply end their life and tear their souls.

— "of course i can help you, little angel. but you gotta tell me," healing you is going to be easy or difficult, he didn't care. but in his eyes, those morons' suffer gonna give your pleasure. that's why he said to brunhilde that beside adamas, he was the other who wanted to end the humankind the most. hugging you closer to his chest, he whispered, ready for the hunt of those who hurt you,

"who did this to you?"

buddha

— he could see from the doorframe that his little angel had a bad day. seeing you lay in your common bed curling into yourself like a baby, only your hair flowing out from under the blanket, he knew it was a really, really bad day. sticking the lollipop back between his lips, he decided to help your state, walking on his side of the bed and laying down.

— "what's the matter, little angel?" he asked, not getting an answer. poking your side, he didn't get a reaction either. were you sleeping? or did you just ignore him? "don't answering, hmm? maybe i should just lift this blanket up." he continued, getting a little head-shake from you. "oh, you don't want to? okay then, you want it to be a guessing game, huh?" no answer.

— buddha knew what you went through when you were between people, and while you weren't as strong as him, you suffered well down there. he saw you first on a feast, sitting quietly beside aphrodite, scanning the people around you. when buddha looked into your eyes, it was blue like his, but not sharp, light blue eyes -your eyes were ocean blue, filled with sorrow and everything that his followers felt before he came to lead them. a lot of things happened since then, but the main thing was that he helped you from your pain, and cured your soul from the things that you survived. you were just like zerofuku, but without abilities, you took the blame and it wasn't turned into pain, you turned it into sadness.

— "are you sad, y/n?" a nod. huh, maybe it's one of those episodes when your memories just get back to you. everytime after your episodes, you were happy and cuddly, sticking to his side and clawing up to him to touch you, your face, your hair and your body like a little kitten. but when episodes came, this all went out on the window. "is it your memories?" another nod. "do you want to be alone?" you shook your head.

— you felt whole with buddha. hell, you didn't even know why he was with you, a confident, happy, calm god with a bag of sadness and nerves like you. it wasn't your looks either that could catch his attention; he could get any goddess or deity or angel in seconds without a word. sometimes when you thought about your relationship, you feared that he's with you because of pity; but in the beginning, buddha told you that he would never to that to anyone. especially not you.

— "you want me to stay here, little one?" you nod again, and he slightly lifted up the blanket, you let him see your face -your face with tear stains, your red eyes, messy eyebrows and lashes, your almost bleeding lips. buddha tutted, stroking the side of your face that was not laying on the pillow, curling up one of your goldens strands between his long fingers. "my angel, you know you can always tell me if something's wrong. you can hit up on me even in my sleep, only you."

— "i never want to hit you." you croaked, putting your head on his wide chest. hearing his heartbeat, the magical calmness and fullness of his soul always made you realize that you were in a safe place.

— "i know, little heart, i know." he hold the back of your head close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. a nap sounded nice anyways, and when you wake up, maybe you gonna be the happy, bubbly bunch you really are -who you really were before your time on earth.

loki

— when you are sad, heart filled with sadness and sorrow from the memories you collected while being down on earth, loki sneaks up on you. he not just senses but sees on you those cruel episodes: your body is like a statue, even if you lift up one of your arm, staring into nothing, not reacting to anything. he even tricked you a couple times, making loud noises, but neither his tricks, neither the bumms and bamms did not catch your attention.

— when this happens, loki gets your favourite object in the whole valhalla; your little music player. you got it from him when you got back from earth, on a feast. picking out the best calming yet rhytmic song, he press the play button, and slowly, but surely forces you to turn around. when you groan, or just blink up at him, he wears his sweetest smile -not the scary, bloodlust one, but the smile you seeked comfort from the first time.

— "come on, angel, you can do this. a little dance never hurt anyone, didn't it?" holding up your hand, moving it aside, forcing you to take small steps with the movements. he sees the eternal pain in your eyes, but the more he sees, the more he wants to lessen it. when you stop in your movements and just lean on the sides like a ragdoll, lki sighs a little.

— "you don't like it when someone makes you do something, isn't it?" loki asks, not waiting for an asnwer, but then suddenly, he lift up your foot to be under his covered ones. this way you are closer to him, and he takes the chance to hug you. in his mind, similar to beelzebub, he just wants to trick the people who did this to you -your miserableness was the first cause why he voted on killing the entire humankind, and that's why he's gonna fight. if he wins, it's the higher chance that people never gonna hurt you anymore.

— you lean your head on his shoulder, his heart thumps a little. kissing the crown of you hair, loki swings to the sides. "there, much better, isn't it?" he just wants to search up on someone to cure your sadness, even if he's the god of mischief, he never wants you to look like on of his victims. maybe somebody in this freaking big valhalla, between the thousand and thousand gods, somebody knows a cure, or a medicine -he's not gonna have a problem with sneaking it into your food, gods, he could even take some on his tongue to give it to you when the two of you kiss.

— "it's gonna be alright, alright, don't worry." he whispers as the songs ends, another begins. it's always the others who says this when loki intrigues here and there, causing chaos. but don't worry, just as he said, your little old love, loki is gonna bring you out from his.

i began to write this yesterday, but i got exams and a math test, so i did them first. i hope you enjoyed it, and if you want to be on the taglist, just comment on this post or dm me <3

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