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Part 3 of Birthday Ficlets
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2022-02-18
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Queen of Fruit

Summary:

A vibrating weight landed on Gabriel’s chest. He cracked open his eyes. Two multifaceted red orbs glared back at him.

He reached over and gently shook the shoulder on the other side of the bed. “Bub, I think it’s breakfast time.”

Notes:

birthday ficlet '21, original on tumblr

for this marvelous prompt from aretia: "something fluffy involving Gabriel, Beelzebub, and Beelzebub’s pet flies? (can be normal-sized flies or the big fluffy fly hat!)" happy unbirthday my friend!

Work Text:

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Gabriel groaned into his pillow and tried to identify the noise. Was this what humans referred to as an “alarm clock”? But Beelzebub, to his knowledge, had never owned such a thing.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

It was getting louder. He felt a breeze ruffle his hair with each buzz.

BZZ. BZZ. BZZ.

A vibrating weight landed on Gabriel’s chest. He cracked open his eyes. Two multifaceted red orbs glared back at him. At this proximity, he could count the hairs on the fly’s face, distinguish her maxillary palps from her proboscis.

He reached over and gently shook the shoulder on the other side of the bed. “Bub, I think it’s breakfast time.”

No response. The buzzing on his chest began to rattle his bones. “All right, all right, I can’t get up with you sitting there, can I?”

Gabriel rolled out of bed, pulled on his bathrobe, and stepped into his slippers. With the fly nestled in the crook of one arm, he descended the spiral staircase of Beelzebub’s darkly decadent mansion, lighting the wall sconces with an absent flick of his fingers.

“What do you want?” he asked with a yawn as they arrived in the kitchen. “Overripe bananas? Moldy oranges?”

He started the coffee maker, then glanced over at the fly. “No! Not the mangosteens, I just brought those yesterday for–”

BZZZZZ. The fly fluttered her wings from a bowl of deep purple fruit, gazing up at Gabriel pleadingly. She rubbed her feet over the tropical treasures, already savoring the taste.

He sighed. “Fine. You can have one.”

He opened a mangosteen and left the fly sponging happily at the flavorful white wedges while he poured Beelzebub’s coffee. He was stirring in cream and sugar when a pair of arms circled his waist from behind.

Smiling, Gabriel lifted one arm and coaxed Beelzebub around in front of him. They scrubbed their face against his chest hair and muttered, “Coffee.”

“Good morning to you, too,” said Gabriel, kissing the top of their head. They stepped up onto his slippers, so he walked them to the table, carefully carrying their mug. He sat down, and Beelzebub nestled in his lap, pulling their feet up and sipping coffee. Eventually they woke up enough to notice the fly.

“What is she eating?”

“Mangosteen,” said Gabriel. “I brought them for you, but she really–”

“For Hell’s sake, there’s plenty of fruit here. You don’t have to indulge her every whim.”

“Why not? I indulge your every whim.” Gabriel grinned down at them. “Do you want one?” Beezebub didn’t usually eat until later in the day, but perhaps they’d make an exception for the queen of fruits.

“Hmm. Not yet. Just a taste.”

“Of course, bub.” Gabriel reached over to the fly’s plate and picked up a piece of mangosteen. He brought it down to Beelzebub’s bare foot and stroked it over their arch.

Their toes wiggled and their eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Oh, yum.”

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