Title: Be Mine
Pairing: Belphegor/Fran
Summary: Fran wakes up to a surprise. Belphegor needs to buy some chocolates.
Notes: I own nothing.
The heavy smell of blood greeted Fran's nose as he brought himself to the waking world. He frowned and opened his eyes, quickly taking in his surroundings. He was still in his bed, which was still in his room, so he hadn't been kidnapped. He couldn't feel any wounds, but he blearily checked with both his eyes and hands, finding nothing. So he hadn't been stabbed or shot by any of his teammates, either. Which was good.
But there was still a copper tang to the air, and Fran looked around. The wall across from his bed looked darker than usual, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness, so he dragged himself out of bed and shuffled over to the light switch. Could one of his teammates have croaked in his bedroom while he made it out unscathed and still sleeping? It didn't seem very likely, but he supposed he might have subconsciously cast an illusion if he sensed he was in danger.
The light flipped on and Fran blinked and squinted a few times to adjust to the sudden onslaught of light. There, on the wall, was the source of the smell: a short, if largely written message written in enough blood that Fran thought probably came from draining at least two people. At least.
'BE MINE' it said, with a familiar looking knife plunged into the wall at the end, acting like a period at the end of the simple sentence. Fran sighed and plopped down onto his bed, wondering why Belphegor felt the need to express his emotions this way.
"I'd much rather some chocolates, you fake prince," he mumbled into his duvet, but after a short rest he got back up and yanked the bloody knife out of the wall, figuring the blonde would like his knife back when Fran gave him his answer.