Buona Notte, Principessa
AN: Fluffy drabble of Belphegor x Reader. Enjoy. You're meant to be childish in this.
Begin~
"Belphegor."
Your soft whisper cut through the silence of the room. Softly, your feet pattered on the carpeted floor as they walked towards the canopied bed with a still lump swathed in blankets stirred in the middle of the bed. An oversized shirt served as your pajamas as it dragged to the middle of your calves. One arm held a large stuffed rabbit that had seen better days as the other arm shook the occupant of the bed gently.
"Yes, principessa?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Another nightmare, principessa?"
You gave a slight nod. After a few tense moments, he gave a grunt and rolled over, leaving a warm spot where he previously occupied. Taking that as a yes, you climbed into the bed next to the blonde haired prince. Crawling in between the sheets, you curled up sideways around your bunny, your back touching against his.
"Thanks, Bel."
He grunted again, not minding that your backs were touching.
"Buona notte, principessa."
With that, he fell quickly back to sleep. You were lulled back to sleep listening to his soothing heartbeat.
Your eyes fluttered open wearily. Soft morning light came streaming between the white curtains. You rubbed blearily at your eyes, yawning slightly. Then you felt two arms encircling your waist. Someone's face nuzzled into your hair. There was only one person here besides you. Yup. Belphegor was clutching onto you like you clinged onto your stuffed bunny. You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Birds chirped near the window. It was rarely this peaceful at the Varia mansion, so you decided to let Bel sleep a little bit longer. However, a loud "VOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" was heard echoing throughout the mansion. Belphegor shot up at the shout.
"Damn shark commander."
He grumbled under his breath. Shuffling around a bit, he finally distangled himself from the comforts of the bedsheets. You blinked sleepily, watching him run around the room in his daily routine. Finally, he adjusted the tiara on his ruffled blonde hair one final time.
"Sempai~ Are you ready to go yet?"
Fran drawled out in his monotone. You could hear Bel mutter something about uncute kouhais under his breath. He then smiled at you.
"Arrivederci, principessa."
He turned to go, but turned back to add something more.
"You make a very good bunny, principessa."
Your blush could've lit the whole mansion up.
The End~
:P Little child~