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schwarz-san · 1 year

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A DP AU idea

Fenton is important.

Phantom is the Hero of Amity.

Danny Fenton is lying dead in his arms.

...It wasn't supposee to be like this.

Not like this.

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Ecto fire burns, devouring whole of Amity. Lighting up the obscure skies and the ruins of the town.

Everything is gone, destroyed, dead. Not a single ghost can be found, and its all his fault.

He only wanted recognition, why did everything end up like this?

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He slumped to the pavement, Fenton lying on his arms, dead, broken, bathed in his own blood and ectoplasm with his chest cavity pried open for the entire world to see.

Not that thers anyone left to see it.

"Don't move."

He paused in his own thoughts. Looking up, he's greeted by the sight of Red Huntress, Valerie, poimtingher ecto-gun on him.

"Valerie..."

There's something not right about her.

Eversince moving to Amity park, going through countless amount of ghost atracks, he learned to differentiate ghost from humans.

(A bit too late to notice Spectra and her servant...)

Taking in her ethereal glow(a bit dimmer compared to most ghost somehow), the way her feet doesn't seems to touch the ground no matter how planted they seems to be and the oozing green seeping out of her visible wounds, he could tell...

Valerie is dead.

(—the GIW did something to Amity. Ghost can't stay in Amity for some reason and the dead doesn't turn to ghost no matter how much ectoplasm there is)

She's dead, and the only reason she's standing in from of him is through sheer will power and spite.

And its all his fault.

"Let him go Weston," she charge up her gun.

"Now."

Wes didn't respond, only turning his eyes to Danny's body before laying it down to the ground silently.

Valerie walks closer, leaving trails of bubbling, boiling ectoplasm with every steps she made. Wes could tell, she didn't have much time left. Soon, she'll be gone, just like the rest of the ghost that opted to stay behind Amity after what the GIW did.

"I'm an idiot." She chuckled.

"All this time, it was you all along. And to yhink that i broke up with you to protect you and so that i could hunt ghost better when you're in fact, more than capable of hunting ghost and protecting yourself from them." She looked like she wanted to say more, to hold him close and just babble about everything and anything until her time is up but refrained from doing so. Instead, she send Wes the most hate filled glare that he had every seen.

"I want to kill you."

And that's fine, Wes wants to die too.

"But I won't." She put her gun down.

"I want to kill you ,to make you feel what i feel, to make you feel what danny felt in those bastards hands. But I won't, Danny won't want that. It won't bring him, everything, everyone back. It won't even make me feel better." She isn't looking at Wes anymore, she has that mad glint in her eyes, flashing red as she speak and her emotions peak. It grew everytime she list down everythingshe wants to infict on him for causing this entire mess, her face morphing in to something more derange as she fell further towards her newfound obsession.

Making Wes suffer.

And he deserve all of it, he knew that.

But... it doesn't seem like she'll be able to follow through her obsession for long.

"Don't die Weston."

It would be forever burned in his mind, the sight of danny's vivisected body, and the sight of Valerie slowly melting in to a puddle of boiling ectoplasm over danny's corpse as she stared at him with her glowing red eyes.

"Watch the world burn from your sins you monster."

She melted, leaving only her eye before it, too melted as well.

"It's the least you can do."

And just like that, she's gone. He's alone, surrounded by the burning remains of his home town, the proof of his sins.

He slumped further in to the ground, staring at danny's corpse and the still bubbling ectoplasm that once have been Valerie's ghost.

He trembled, his hands shake as he clutched his head and covered his face, letting out a strangled cry in despair.

He isn't even allowed to die now!

Now bound to watch the world burn with his own fault.

If...! If he just didn't outed danny, hadn't exposed his secret, hadn't succeded in his endeavors! Then maybe, just maybe, the world won't end up like this. The world wouldn't have ended at all!

Everything is gone and it's all his fault.

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The world continue to burn and all wes could is watch.

It's been a year and he's the only one left, no one, not a single life form on earth is left except from him. No animals, no plants, nothing except him and danny's vivisected corpse, that had not rotten one bit even at this point, lying on a casket with wheels that he dragged around wherever he goes.

(—he should have buried him, to let him rest for good and be at peace. He deserve it, after all he did for Amity, for the world and for everything that he went through, good rest is something that he desreve more than everyone else.

But he just can't. No matter how hard he tried, he just can't make himself leave him, to make him rest in peace

—he doesn't want to be alon—!)

Not even those mindless half dead abominations (not danny, never him) that the GIW made in a futile attempt at replicating danny's halfa status.

It's been a year, he barely slept and hadn't eaten anything at this point. What ever the GIW did, ghost weren't the only one affected.

Frankly, Wes isn't sure if he could even called human at this point.

There's nothing left and isn't sure what to do anymore other than doing what valerie told him last year.

"Then perhaps I could just reap you right now," a echoing voice startled Wes out of his own thoughts, he froze and everything JUST S T O P P E D.

The fire, the ashfall, the wind and the ever present crackling sound of the ongoing apocalypse.

Everything stopped.

"Though tempting as it is, I won't, because just likeyoung valerie said, Daniel wouldn't like that." Wes feeling–feel–felt eternity stretched as he watch the halted world around him before turning to the talking figure.

A purple robed clock themed ghost that shift from a baby, a man, and an eldeely man. It's lower half being nothing but a wispy ghost tail holding a equally clock themed staff with C W initials on it.

(For a moment, Wes swore that thought he saw the staff flicker and got replace with a scythe. It was so sudden that Wes almost didn't noticed)

Wes stared at the ghost as the ghost leveled him with a stern expression. Reluctantly, he asked,

"...are you Death?"

It doesn't seem impossible if Wes really think about it, considering that seems to be ghost for everything. Nature, Disasters, Dreams, Nightmares just to name a few.

So it's only fair to think that Death would be some kind of ghost as well.

(He wondered how the ghost isn't affected by what the GIW did but considering that time seems to stop at the moment—)

"Death, young Weston, comes with time. Both being absolute until the very end." The ghost said cryptically, somehow managing to explaining everything yet not at the same time.

"Now, I am Clockwork, young Weston. I must ask, how does it feels to know that you trigger the end of the world? Just curious."

Wes flinched at the defenitely accusing tone. His eyes fell to danny's corpse and his casket and felt everything crashdown on him once again at the reminder as he felt his body trembled.

"I-I..." what is he supposed to say?

"Under normal circumstances, I don't interefere with the timeline, it distrupt order after all. Event like this however, requires intervention."

For a moment, Clockwork's staff seems to flicker.

"And just like I said before, as much as I'm tempted to snuff out your existence out of every possible timeline in the ever expanding multiverse, Daniel won't approve if such thing."

Of course, apparently, this Clockworks ghost knew Danny personally and in good enough term that he could addressed Danny as 'Daniel' which is as far as he knew is something that Danny hates just as much as 'Dan'.

"That and I have thought of a better way to recycle you."

Wait, recycl—!

All of a sudden, the world turn upside down and spin, he then saw a familiar body in familiar clothes holding a rope that connected to Danny's casket and he felt something hit the side if his head and—

Oh.

So he couldn't even see the end like he promised.

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A familiar ceiling and blarring noise of an alarm clock greeted Wes when he opened his eyes and ears.

He blinked, and suddenly shot forward out of his bed (his bed? Wasn't his bed gon—) his hands flew to his neck, to his head, to his body, making sure that his head is still connected to his body.

He let out a sigh of relief when he found that he's still intact.

A little calmer than before, Wes look around the place he woke up to. It... look exactly like his old room, his room way before he ended the world, the conspiracy board, his computer, his window, and multitude of picture of Danny both in his form.

His felt his face burn in embarassment and shame when it dawn to him that he had secretly taken pictures of danny in swimming trunks at P.E.

(Ancients, he really was that shameless wasn't he?)

Wes shut the alarm off and ignored the the conspiracy board (and danny's pictures when he was alive, alive, half alive, and not yet dead) and turn to what supposed to be his room.

This doesn't make sense.

This doesn't make any sense at all.

Clockwork flashed back to his mineld as well does the sight of his own headless body standing still while holding the rope of danny's casket.

He died.

He was dead.

How? How is this possible?

Eveything was gone, no one was left he was the only one left and—!

"Danny...."

God, where's danny?! His casket? Wha—!

His panic was interupted by the door being slammed opened.

"Dude! Dad's been waiting downstairs! Food's getting colder, better get down before he c—"

Standing in the door is his brother.

His long dead brother, telling him that's breakfast is ready.

His long dead brother who died from an ecto-ranium bullet to his forehead by the GIW.

Wes screamed.

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It's been a while since i write something, i hope i did fine.

That said, a DP fic idea! Don't know if i should make a whole fic s8nce i dont really have much time but i figure that i coild jist write them down here and continue them if i feel like it.

And the idea is free for everyone too!

Anyway,

Thanks for reading, Schwarz out!

#danny phantom #dp au #danny fenton #wes weston #valerie gray #clockwork #wes gets what he wanted #it wasn't like what he imagine #wes triggered the apocalypse #dead danny fenton #ghost!valerie #mild horror #slight gore #just a little #wes lived in a post apocalyptic wasteland #wes is not fine #wes is clingy #hes clingy to dannys corpse #he litterally drags the thing on a casjet with wheels and rope #using dannys vivisected corpse as a security blanket #danny got vivisected #GIW sucks #everyone is dead except wes and hes traumatized #time travel #clock work has no chill tho to be fair danny just died and hes like yeah screw the timeline dannys more important #Halfa wes weston #danny is his ghost obsession #like everyone joked about it before bit now its legit #hell do anyything for him just ti keep him safe and happy like ANYTHING #whats wrong with me? i thiight i was ovee my sadist phase! bit it seems like it juwt got worse as time goes and yeah lets make wes suffer

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satoumafuyuss · 2 months

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Still getting used to drawing them but I'm happy with how this turned out so I will post it :)

#last night while i was trying to sleep i closed my eyes and saw blitz with hyper realistic bloodshot eyes and then i woke up nauseous #its the way theyre the only thing on my mind rn #i can and totally would make analysis's.s..'s on each and every scene involving these two #stolitz duet soon how we feeling im feeling hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #im hhhhhhhhhhh #im also working on such a normal thing involving blitz did you know blitz is my favorite character i love him and hate him a lot so much #i really love the idea of blitz being clingy after him and stolas actually make things official btw #also obsessed with blitz climbing stolas all the time like a bug or perhaps a lizard #stolitz.......................... <3.. uhghghhh..#just like 21-ish days till full moon release date reveal hahahahahahahaha #nillyart #nillyfanart #helluva boss #blitzø #blitz #stolas #stolas goetia #stolitz #stolas x blitz #hellaverse

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frogchiro · 6 months

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Gaz is so boyfriend material🥰fucks you in the back of his car after your date

GAZ ❗IS ❗ SO ❗BOYFRIEND

He's the perfect partner!! Kyle is the type of guy that all your girlfriends are jealous of because next to their shitty boyfriends Kyle is unreal. He will get you flowers, plan cute dates with you, help you study if ýou struggle with a subject in collage, bring you food or cook for you and sue me but he's a gossip whore, he will want all the college tea in exchange for military gossip🥰

Will definitely take you on a cute romantic date, dinner in that italian bistro you both like, a walk and then he will blow your back out in the back of his care because he got too horny🥰💕

But can you really blame him?? With that cute dress of yours and those pretty eyes looking up at him all lovely?? Gaz himself is a love drunk fool who gets a hard on just because you looked up at him and nuzzled his jaw♡

Now he has you ride him, his strong arms supporting you and keeping you close to him in the confined space of the care but your pretty moans, the feelung of his cock bumping against your cervix and the wet sounds coming from where you are joined? It makes it all worth it♡

He makes a mental note after cumming deep inside you to fuck you once or thrice when you're back at your flat because he's all backed up and wants you with him in the closest, most intimate way possible :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #sweet boy #he's literally a golden retriever boyfriend but will throw hands if you're ever threatened♡#and he's clingy but we love it #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick

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astaroth1357 · 3 months

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Sick Days:

*MC is in the Croytus Hall kitchen, trying their damnedest to keep from coughing their lungs out while carefully monitoring a pot of simmering soup. They hear the footfalls of their housemate, Solomon, as he comes up behind them*

Solomon: Oh MC~! I have everything ready. Thankfully, the Devildom still has TV these days, even if the shows are out of d-... da-....

*a hankerchief flies out of his pocket and quickly covers his nose*

Solomon: ACHOO!!

*the hankerchief does its thing before flying off behind him to go put itself in the laundry, swapping places with a fresh one that finds its way back to his pocket once again*

MC: *keeps their back to him* Bless you.

*Solomon comes up and slings his arms over their shoulders, leaning against them like he's a sagging backpack. His head rests alongside theirs*

Solomon: Is it still cooking?

*he reaches out to lift the lid on the pot but MC, already knowing better, swiftly smacks his mit back down*

MC: Don't touch.

Solomon: Oh! Right, I'm sorry. Forgot the rules for a second. I'm sure it smells good... not that either of us would know.

*he contently sways their bodies from side-to-side while MC clears their throat, grumbling dryily*

MC: Y-ou know, you could cure us at any time, right...?

Solomon: So could you, yet here we are! You're just playing hookie from the brothers right now, aren't you?

*the MC tries to groan, but ends up regretting it as it stresses their already aching throat. They cover their mouth with their elbow to catch their raspy coughs before responding*

MC: U-ugh! Okay, fine... You're right. How about you stop breaking my balls and pick what we're watching...?

Solomon: I already have. Beel told me about this wonderful cooking show the other day! I think we can start with that, then maybe move onto a few movies Leviathan recommended...

Solomon: I have the TV set and heated blankets on the couch. Plenty of water, a few boxes of tissues (mostly for me), your favorite sweater, a plush Asmo bought me-

MC: ...

Solomon: -and anything else we need, I'll have my wand in reach! I figured for dinner, we can order out. It's lovely that you're making us soup, but let's not push-

MC: Sol?

Solomon: -Hm?

*MC wiggles him back until they can turn themselves around and wrap their arms around his chest. They rest their head up against the soft fabric of one of his old sleep shirts snugly*

MC: .... Thank you.

*Solomon looks taken aback by their sudden tenderness, but doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them further and lightly cage them to his chest*

Solomon: Of course, MC... You take care of so many people. You deserve a break.

*a comfortable silence spreads between them for a minute or so, before MC starts to feel Solomon's cheek rubbing against the top of their head like a smothering cat*

Solomon: Oh, my adorable apprentice, you're just so cute when you're sick~

MC: *snaps their eyes back open and glares at his words, but doesn't let go yet*

MC: Sooool....

Solomon: If I didn't know better, I would almost want to keep you like this...

MC: *snorts* Good luck. The brothers would kill you for it. *they drop their arms from his chest, but he doesn't let go*

MC: Sol?

Solomon: I'm sure they would try, but you wouldn't let something bad happen to your beloved teacher, would you MC?

MC: *rolls their eyes* You wouldn't need my help, anyway. Let go.

Solomon: *squeezes a little tighter* Uh-uh! That wasn't my question.

MC: Sol, I need to stir the soup.

Solomon: And I need to hear an answer.

MC: Solomon, I'm serious.

Solomon: Oh? What's this? I think I'm gonna... ahh...!

MC: Wait, what are you-?

Solomon: Ahhh...!

MC: Solomon, let go!

Solomon: AHHHH....!!

MC: OKAY OKAY, I WOULDN'T LET THEM HURT YOU! Don't you DARE sneeze in my hair!!

Solomon: AHHHH- Just kidding~

*he finally lets them go and they lightly slap his shoulder before turning back around in a huff*

MC: Get out of my kitchen!

Solomon: Then I'll meet you on the couch again?

MC: Only after the soup is done.

Solomon: Then we can cuddle?

MC: Not if you misbehave!

Solomon: What if I steal the blankets~?

MC: *rubs their pounding temples at their teacher's childish antics*

MC: Solomon, I'm serious. Get. Out.

#clingy old man #and his flying snotrags #also im sick right now #and this helped me feel better #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me solomon #obey me scenarios #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me oneshot #my mc x solomon #see they do love each other #kind of

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teatitty · 5 days

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Atem and Yugi in separate bodies wouldn't even change much of their dynamic they already spent 3 years with no boundaries they'd just be clingy bitches still joint at the hip, sleeping in the same bed, bathing together, sharing food and drink, if one of em doesn't wanna talk they just push the other one in front [usually Yugi doing this bc he goes nonverbal more often], Atem definitely forgets he can't just walk through solid objects anymore so he keeps bruising his shins on the furniture, if you see one the other won't be far behind so it's actually more concerning if they don't show up as a pair, they probably have separation anxiety but this is the 90's and early 2000's so nobody is willing to talk about that therapy who haha we're so fine :)

#yugioh #puzzleshipping #they'd have separation issues but I think if we use the anime arcs then atem would have it worse #because of the whole orichalcos ordeal. he would simply never recover from that :]#yugi is more outwardly clingy though: grabbing atem's hand linking arms with him leaning on his shoulder etc #atem's issues aren't as obvious until yugi is five minutes late to a meetup and atem panics about it

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angelsmooches · 10 months

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★﹐going to bed angry．﹑

→ feat; mammon x gn! reader

⠐ lucifer edition here!⠐ leviathan edition here!⠐ satan edition here!

synopsis: how would the brothers fall asleep after an argument with their s/o? (mammon edition)

wc: 2,012

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: remember that one time mammon got pissed bcs he thought we only made a pact w him for belphie n he got all sulky and ignored us 😭😭 yeah that’s what was in my mind the whole time i wrote this. he’s such a big baby i love him

feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

❥ mammon ; the silent one.

tensions had been running high in the house of lamentation as of late.

you adored mammon; he was your protector, your best friend, your first man. and to say he was crazy for you would be the understatement of the century. mammon’s greed didn’t only apply to money. as soon as you two officially became a couple, he made it his job to monopolize all your affections, leaving his brothers to shrivel and starve. in his eyes, you were more valuable than any shiny grimm he came across, and he was determined to not let you slip through his grasp.

this has its drawbacks, however.

mammon, despite his pompous and boisterous attitude, constantly needed reassurance from his favorite human. he had a bad habit of blowing small disagreements or events way out of proportion. you went out somewhere without him? he would sulk in the corner and ambush you when you came back. you didn’t give him a goodmorning kiss? he would whine and mope until you finally gave in. and, god forbid, you want to hang out with one of his brothers? he would either watch the two of you with a broody scowl on his face or burst through and interrupt whatever you guys were doing.

you loved mammon with your whole heart, and you understood that he hated feeling vulnerable, but honestly, he could be such a child sometimes!

belphie had invited you to go stargazing with him, his eyes even droopier than usual with sadness.

“that idiot has been hogging you all day, every day,” he lamented. “he doesn’t even let us nap together anymore.” belphie clung onto your arm, putting nearly all of his weight on you. as soon as his skin made contact with yours, mammon came barreling into the room, snatching you up and putting a good ten feet between you and belphie.

“just what do ya think you’re doin’, snoozeface?! who gave ya permission to touch MC?” mammon shouted, shielding you from the sleepy seventh-born as if he’d pounce on you at any given moment.

belphie, dusting himself off, glowered at mammon. “last i checked, MC was their own person. they can do whatever they please. MC,” he turned to you. “do you want to go stargaze with me at the planetarium? if so, i’ll see you there. i’m too tired to deal with this scumbag.” and with that, belphie left, climbing the stairs.

“that’s no way to talk to your older brother!!” mammon called after him before turning to you. “honestly, kids these days! have no respect for ya— MC, where’re ya goin’?”

you gave your demon an apologetic smile. “belphie has a good point, monnie. i think you’re forgetting to take my feelings into consideration. i’m gonna go to the planetarium. spend some time with your brothers, okay?” you gave mammon a swift kiss on the cheek before going after belphie, leaving mammon in the common room.

you were expecting one of mammon’s usual ambushes when you came back. the common room was empty. odd... maybe the kitchen? beelzebub was rooting through the fridge, as per usual. where the hell was mammon? you spent a solid twenty minutes searching for mammon, only to find him in his bedroom, lying motionless on his bed.

“there you are, monnie! i couldn’t find you anywhere... whatcha doing?” you sat down with a huff, the bed dipping down underneath your weight. mammon didn’t reply. he didn’t look at you. he simply stared at the ceiling.

“mammon? helloooo... can you hear me?” you snapped your fingers near his ear, a frown of annoyance twitching your demon’s lips. “oh, come on, are you really upset about me going with belphie?” you jokingly nudged his arm. no reply. “..are you really upset?” silence.

the audacity this demon has! “fine, then. sulk all you want, i’m not babying you this time!” you got up and swiftly made your way to the door, slamming it on your way out.

that was a week ago.

mammon hadn’t uttered a a single word to you since then. how long was he going to let this drag on? you sure as hell weren’t going to apologize, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to, either.

“MC, check out this new game i got! pretty sweet, right?”

“MC, what do you think of my nails? i just had them painted last night♡”

"are you going to finish that, MC..?”

“stay still, MC, let me rest on your shoulder.”

dinner was exceptionally chaotic today, mammon taking his plate and trudging up towards his room, leaving the rest of the brothers to chatter over each other in hopes of gaining your attention. the brothers loved you dearly, and you loved them, too. just, not in the way you loved mammon.

you had been sleeping in your own room for the past week, giving mammon the space you thought he needed. today, you firmly decided it was time to take back your spot on his bed. despite his childish behavior, you missed him dearly. it was difficult falling asleep without having mammon draped over you like a weighted blanket.

once night rolled around, you excused yourself from the common room, the brothers objecting the moment you stood.

“MC, where are you going? it’s barely... uh... 11:23...” levi trailed off, scratching his cheek. “huh... i guess time really does fly now that you’re back.”

it was, in fact, the complete opposite for you. “i’m sorry, i’m just so tired. i’ll see everyone in the morning!” you sluggishly walked up the steps, feigning exhaustion.

once out of sight, you bolted towards mammon’s room, taking a moment to compose yourself before gently knocking on his door. “monnie..? can i come in, please?”

minutes passed. not a noise was heard. you turned your back to leave when the door creaked open.

“hurry up ‘n get in, then,” mammon grumbled, holding the door open before making his way back to his bed, which was... lined with pillows down the middle.

“are you serious, mammon?” you gestured towards the divider, your stare incredulous. you would’ve laughed if his face wasn’t so cold.

“if ya wanna sleep with me tonight, then yes, i’m serious,” he replied, pulling back the silky black sheets and settling in.

if this was going to help the tension between you and mammon... sighing heavily, you followed him to the mattress, laying down on the other side of the pillows. this was no better than sleeping alone. if anything, it was far worse. mammon was so close... why did it feel like he was light years away?

mammon turned off the lights, moving as if his limbs were made of stone. 12:00 came around, and the two of you were still wide awake. you were, at least. judging by the way mammon wasn’t snoring yet, he was, too.

“...mammon?” you called out, your voice smaller than you intended it to be.

“y-yeah..?” came your demon’s voice on the other side.

you shuffled around to face the pillows, subconsciously tugging on one of them. “are you really upset at me for spending time with belphie?”

he was silent for a moment, a gust of air blowing past his lips. “...no. i could never really be mad at ya, treasure. it’s just...” mammon mentally grasped at nothing, struggling to find the words to explain what he was feeling. he wasn’t the best communicator. you remained quiet, patiently waiting for him to finish his thoughts.

“it’s... difficult... not havin’ ya by my side all the time. every time you’re away, i’m always worryin’ about ya.. worryin’ that you’ll be hurt, or that there’s someone out there whose company you enjoy more than mine..” mammon took a moment to clear his throat, chasing away the huskiness that gathered in it. “ya know me, MC. i’m a greedy demon. i want ya all to myself.”

“..’n so as a result, i tend to... shut down.. instead of conveyin’ what i really feel. and what i really feel is..” the pillows began to be removed, one by one. slowly at first, and then all at once, as if the demon on the other side was too impatient. mammon’s warm arms wrapped around your body with ease, pulling you into his broad chest.

“... sad. an angry typa sad. i was sad when ya left me for belphie, and the more i thought about how much fun you two were probably havin’ i started gettin’... mad. i know, i know, it’s irrational,” he added hastily when seeing the expression on your face. “it’s just... i wanna be the only demon to make you happy. i wanna be the only demon to see that smile of yours.” mammon gently brushed away the hair that covered your eyes, a fond smile curving his lips. your face warmed in response to his touch.

mammon immediately started backpedaling, your flushed face instantly reflecting onto his tenfold. “n-n-not that i think your smile is... precious, or... gorgeous... or anythin’ like that. nope! not a chance!” he stated firmly. the heat from his cheeks radiated onto your skin.

a small laugh bubbled up your throat, your hand coming up to caress mammon’s cheek. “i understand what you’re trying to tell me, monnie. but you need to understand that there’s going to be times where we can’t be together all day. some days i’m going to want to see my friends. and you should spend more time with your family.”

mammon groaned in response, burying his face in your hair. “it’s not like they give a rat’s ass about me, anyway. ya see me for who i am, and ya still accept me.”

“that’s not true,” you chided him gently. “they’ve all been pretty worried about you. lucifer even asked me to put aside whatever we were arguing about to check on you.”

he made a sour face. “so you’re only here because lucifer told ya to be here?”

“no, i’m here because i want to be here.” you reached up, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that could only truly convey what your feelings were at that moment. mammon sighed into your lips, every drop of tension melting away. a painless shock traversed through his body, his grip on you only tightening in response before engulfing your face in his massive hands, as if to trap you there. to prolong this moment. to keep yourselves glued together.

mammon was a hopeless fool. but he was a fool for you. he shows you a side he dares not show anyone else. you gently pulled away, your heart thrumming in your chest. mammon’s heart swelled with love for this fragile, sweet human in his arms. he couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across his face. you were nothing short of perfect in his eyes.

“no matter where i am, no matter who i’m with, i need you to now that i love you, mammon. you’re my first. you’ll always be my first.” the intensity of your words resounded through the empty cavity of mammon’s head. you always knew exactly what to say to calm him down.

“of course you love the almighty mammon! who wouldn’t?” he boasted, a cheeky grin plastered over his sincere smile. “..but seriously... thank you. and.. i’m sorry. i acted unfairly towards ya... please forgive me?”

pressing another kiss to mammon’s soft lips, he felt you smile against him. “only because you said ‘please.’”

the two of you cuddled deeper into each other, arms and legs entwined with one another’s. mammon’s carefree snoring soon filled the air, and not long after, you followed suit, your demon’s incredible body heat lulling you to sleep.

the soft sound of chattering downstairs and birds twittering outside alerted mammon that it was morning in the devildom. he instinctively began stretching, but soon stopped when he felt your body still nestled up against his. it was a very rare event, him waking up before you did. he leaned over to rest his cheek against the top of your hair, breathing in.

you smelled like him.

i may have gotten a little carried away with this one (；・∀・) he’s just so atrfgbrhjnbgv