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It has been around six months since you first came to The House of Lamentation and by now it was engraved in your brain that there was not to be a calm or "normal" day in your life anymore and yet these demon lords never ceased to surprise you. Around 6:00am a very outraged Asmo came banging at your door making you sigh heavily as you pondered if you should ignore him until he either gave up or broke down the door, dreading that second thought you decided, much to your body's complaint, to open the door and let the now fuming demon inside.
"Can you believe this?!"
Said Asmo as he threw himself down on your bed, not wasting any time, now curious about what could possibly have made his mood so bad this early you quickly closed the door and walked up to him sitting by his side.
"Can I believe what?"
Your voice came out almost a whisper still laced with tiredness, Asmo raised his head, forgetting for a moment about his rant after hearing your voice, and muttered a soft "sorry" most likely feeling bad about waking you up but this was a matter of life or death, to him at least. He shoved a crumbled up magazine on your lap before dramatically letting his head fall back on the bed. It took only a glance for you to notice Mammon on the cover, —so this is what he's angry about— you thought, holding back a giggle understanding instantly why Asmo was so upset.
"Why would they want him on the cover of Devil Style when they could have me?! Don't you agree, darling? I mean, my beauty is far superior, they should be begging me to be the cover of their magazine!"
This time a soft smile spread across your face, finding the whining demon on your bed absolutely adorable as you nodded your head a couple of times, reassuring him.
"That would be because you are a professional, honey."
You replied, hoping that would help him calm down, it didn't take you long after you came to Devildom to figure out what worked best to calm down each brother, they all had their little combinations of buttons you could push to diffuse whatever bomb was going on within them, at least most of the time, and with Asmo agreeing to him in a vague way usually did wonders, especially now that you only wanted to go back to sleep before Lucifer called you for breakfast.
"You're absolutely right!"
Asmo's words shook you out of your thoughts and you looked back at him. He was now sitting up and rolling up the magazine into a tube with his hands.
"He is just a street model, I'm on a completely different world compared to him" He gave you a soft smile as he stood up, his previous "despair" now forgotten. "Thank you for cheering me up darling, I'll go burn this awful thing now, I'll see you at breakfast"
And just as suddenly as he came he was gone, a soft click of the door the last sound before the comfortable silence of your room returned. You wasted no time in rolling yourself up into your covers and pillows hoping to sleep at least half an hour before breakfast but as soon as you closed your eyes that picture of Mammon on the cover of the magazine was staring straight into your eyes.
Great, now sleeping seemed to be running further away from your grasp as thoughts of Mammon and his job as a model started dashing at full speed around your head. Sure you were aware that he would do whatever job he could to earn money and sure you were aware that modeling was his go to due to the immediate pay and the amount he earned from it —Because what is Mammon if not a money lover— you thought letting out a giggle at this and before you noticed a text on your D.D.D was letting you know that breakfast was almost done.
Somehow you had been tormenting yourself for half an hour purely with thoughts of Mammon and as ok as you'd be with it on any other occasion, you definitely weren't feeling as giddy this time mostly due to the sleep deprivation and the slight migraine that was starting to form behind your left eye.
Getting ready was done in record time due to the multiple times you had overslept after playing games with Levi all night long in other occasions and you rushed down the stairs praying to whichever god was listening that Beel had somehow been late today so you can manage to get some food in your plate before he inhales the whole table after his morning workout.
After arriving at the table and making sure there was still food for you, you managed to sit down between an equally exhausted Levi and a now blissful Asmo and murmured a soft "Good morning" in everyone's general direction before filling up your plate and eating in silence, being thankful that the brothers seemed to pick up your silent plea of no interactions.
The day at school went by faster than you expected and now you were on your last class before being free once again, no doubt most of the brothers that shared this class with you were feeling the same way. Belphie had been passed out for the past 3 lessons, Mammon kept looking at the big watch on the wall and poor Beel seemed to have a concert of his own with his stomach being the main star. After many repeats of the same loop of looking at each boy and either smiling or giggling at their actions/predicaments your thoughts started to drift again, remembering the infamous magazine that had selfishly started this day for you and how absolutely stunning Mammon was looking on that wrinkly torn up cover that Asmo let you see for a couple of minutes.
—You NEED to get a copy of that— chirped a voice at the back of your mind —Mammon would never let me forget the time I bought a copy of it though... — chimed in a different thought making you sigh —He doesn't have to know— and that was all the convincing you needed to sneak out your D.D.D and open Beel's chat.
MC
Hey bby, can you walk home with me today?
Beelzebub
Sure, is Mammon busy?
MC
Nope, I just need to do something he doesn't need to know about.
Beelzebub
Can we stop by Madame's Screams on the way?
MC
Sure, we can go wherever you want, I just need to stop at the convenience store by the corner.
Beelzebub
(/^ ▽^)/
Quickly, you put away your D.D.D glancing around to make sure no one saw you, the least you wanted right now, or ever really, was getting in trouble and awakening Lucifer's wrath. You beamed Beel a smile which he returned, already excited about all the sweets he was going to eat soon.
As soon as the bell rang you quickly grabbed your things and Beel's hand and rushed out of the classroom before Mammon could have any chance to react, you had known the greedy demon for enough time to be aware of his cute habit of monopolizing your time for as long as he was allowed to and today was definitely not the day for that, that ego of his would never let pass the chance to tease you about buying "his" magazine if he were to find out.
The walk to the store was short after a good amount of time was spent on Beel making sure to stop on every bakery he could set his eyes on, his appetite still a mystery to you. The little bells on the door of the convenience store jingled as you two walked in and a seemingly bored demon welcomed you before going back to whatever game they were playing on their phone.
“Okay Beel, this is it!”
You said in an attempt of hyping yourself as you walked towards the small rack of magazines at the side of the store, the tall demon following behind you like a lost puppy, he was way more curious about what is it you were going to buy behind Mammon’s back than what new snacks the store was offering today.
“So what are you buying?”
You stood there scanning the piece of furniture with your eyes as you tried to find the familiar head of white hairs and tan skin you’ve come to know so well, and surely at the very top, there it was this month’s issue of Devil Style showcasing what you now considered an illegally handsome Mammon on the cover.
“This! He’d never let me live if he found out I bought this.”
Telling Beel was not a problem so you didn’t even try to hide your intentions, as much as you loved the other boys there was no one more willing to keep your secrets than Beel or Mammon but it was not possible to confide in him this time for obvious reasons.
You smiled to yourself after securing the product and practically skipped to the front so you could pay for it, asking the cashier for a paper bag as a way of being sneaky about the whole thing. Your plan was working out perfectly making you feel all fuzzy and excited about finally getting home and being able to stare a hole through Mammon’s head without him spitting out some sassy comment about it.
Once you were back at The House of Lamentation you decide to part ways with Beel making sure to thank him for accompanying you on your little quest to which he just smiled mumbling a small “Sure, whenever.” With his mouth half full of snacks.
After being left alone you decided to make a beeline for your room wishing to avoid Mammon at all cost, to your dismay and his satisfaction you practically ran straight into him. The first reaction for you was to hide de magazine behind your back as you moved past him making sure to keep facing the demon the whole time.
“Hey there buddy! I see you got home just fine, that’s good.”
Every little tell that you were lying came out and you noticed, which means that Mammon noticed so you did what any mature adult would do, you started running towards your room and locked the door behind you, leaving a very stunned Mammon in the middle of the hallway. —Maybe he didn’t notice. — You thought as you slipped your bag onto the floor and threw the cursed book on your bed holding your breath as you counted the seconds that it usually took Mammon to react to whichever shady thing you did.
Soon enough your D.D.D started going off —Oh no… — is all you could think before you turned on the screen only to find out it was him.
Mammon
Hey!
Mammon
MC!
Mammon
Why ya runnin' BUDDY?!
Mammon
All we did was look at each other for a hot second and you went scurryin' away like a frightened dog.
Mammon
You've got a lotta nerve tryin' to hide something from someone like me.
—Oh shit. — is all your brain could come up with thanking your lucky star that he seemed to still be mostly in shock and hadn’t started to move yet —quick, think of an excuse!! — You fumbled with your D.D.D as you typed in an answer hoping to kill his curiosity.
MC
I was trying to get your attention.
—How the fuck is that supposed to help?! Big brain thoughts MC! — Yet there was still no banging at your door, the message has been read by now and still nothing. Your hands could almost stop shaking until…
Mammon
Hm?
Mammon
Nope! No way! Nice try!
Mammon
Ya think you can get me with that sappy Mammon-oh-Mammon-please-look-at-me garbage?
Mammon
You were holdin' something, and it looked awfully important...
Mammon
... And like somethin' I've seen before, now tgat I think about it.
Mammon
Yeah, that was the fashion magazine with yours truly on the front page.
Mammon
Devil Style!
Mammon
Wasn't it?
MC
〈 ( ゜。゜)
Once again the mature part of your brain took over as you replied without thinking apparently deciding on the oblivious act, you were busted now so what else did you have to lose at this point, right? “Ding ding ding” and your D.D.D was going off again, not only that but you could hear him stomping down the hall now.
Mammon
Don't act like ya don't know what I'm talkin' about.
Was he mad that you didn’t told him? Maybe you had made him upset by ditching him with no explanation… The guilt started to eat at you, you knew how sensitive he was under his “I’m the great Mammon” act but your thoughts were blown away by a series of knocks on the door followed by another string of texts.
Mammon
Speaking of...
Mammon
... Yeah...
Mammon
Wouldn't it be funny if you saw me on the cover and bought it because of that?
Mammon
I might even be able to force out a smile, if that were the case.
Mammon
But who cares about my face? I want to see yours while you're reading that magazine.
—WHAT?! M-my face? — You could feel your cheeks getting hotter, sure him making fun of you for buying the magazine was a problem but him staring at you while you read it was even worse, what even were you going to read? You didn’t even know what the whole thing was about, you only bought it because it had his face on it.
A new combo of knocks started to pour over your door, once again you ponder if you should ignore the demon outside of your door, and surely Lucifer wouldn’t punish you for something Mammon did, right? But then again it wasn’t really Mammon’s fault if he did so him getting punished because of you would leave a sour taste on your tongue.
“Hang on one sec.”
Is all you could come up with as you paced around your room thinking of any excuse that could potentially work.
“But I caaaaaaaaan't!! Open the door and let me see already!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at how pouty his voice sounded, and after a deep breath you decided opening the door would probably not be so bad, sure it was embarrassing and he would probably tease you but you liked him enough to let it slide from time to time, you usually torment him with your fair share of teasing so it should be fine, right?
After a couple of seconds of mental preparation you decided to open de door, keeping your eyes around his chin to avoid looking up at him as much as possible, a small pout now making itself at home on your lips, your blush barely noticeable but still present.
“Took ya long enough!”
His voice came out softer than you expected and he walked inside as you lifted your head in surprise at the tone, by the time you turned around he was already comfortable on your bed, holding the magazine in one hand and patting the mattress with the other, motioning for you to sit next to him.
“Why even were you being so sketchy about this? As if it was a big deal, tch… making me worry for nothing….”
You looked at him surprised as you sat down, a soft sigh leaving your mouth now that you knew he wasn’t angry or hurt. A soft feeling started to spread throughout your chest —He was just worried huh… — you smiled brightly at him, chuckling at the soft blush that was starting to tint his cheeks.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you worry…”
He seemed to relax at this somewhat understanding that it had been a misunderstanding but still not fully grasping why it was such a big deal that you would ask Beel instead of him to go with you.
“So… why were you being all sneaky if you were just goin’ to buy this?”
There was no point in hiding it anymore so you might as well come out clean with him and hopefully he wouldn’t laugh as much at you as you were expecting.
“Well Asmo came into my room complaining about it and I just got curious about your job as a model since I never really got to see anything from it…”
“PlusyouarereallyhandsomeandIjust wantedtostareatyou”
You managed to push the last bit out as fast as you could in hopes that he wouldn’t catch on to your actual intentions but the smirk that he beamed at you was confirmation enough that he didn’t only hear you properly but he also understood the situation perfectly. Leave it to Mammon to finally understand things properly in the most inconvenient of times, for you, inconvenient for you.
What you didn’t expect though was for him to collapse on your lap, blushing up to his ears as he mumbled something along the lines of “Don’t say such embarrassing things so casually” Letting out a soft giggle you decided to start combing through his hair with your fingers, softly scratching his scalp as you knew he absolutely loved in hopes of helping him relax.
“Do you still wanna read the magazine with me?”
You asked softly to what Mammon nodded slightly, turning his head to the side as he hugged your waist, making himself comfortable, there was no way in any realm that he could look at you face after what you just told him. But he was definitely going to try, he lifted himself up and curled his arm around your waist once more so he could sit next to you as he rested his head on your shoulder, waiting for you to pick up the magazine.
But thinking about it now why would you stare at a magazine if the real thing was suddenly here and stunned enough to probably stay quiet the whole time. So you decided to lay down on your bed instead, pulling him down with you and positioning him “properly” so that he would be laying on his side facing you, his arm was still around your waist and you wiggled yours under his unused arm to hug him close, eliminating any unwanted distance between the two of you.
The poor boy was still in shock over the fact that you just pulled him over your bed to complain about any of the actions that followed, waking up from his running thoughts only when you had stopped moving and were just staring at his face.
“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?!”
Is all he could come up with, not trying to move away at all, the warmth of your body suddenly relaxing all the muscles he didn’t even know he was tensing up defensively, surely of all the people in the Devildom you were not a threat.
“Staring at you, what does it looks like I’m doing dumb dumb?”
“Sure the magazine looks good but the real thing is way better”
He looked at you in shock for a couple of seconds before erupting in a fit of giggles, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked at him almost in a trance, if you told anyone back at home about how absolutely adorable the demon in front of you was they’d probably deem you crazy but right now none of that matters, you can be greedy just this once and keep him all to yourself. As his laughter subsided you leaned forward leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, the smile he beamed back at you was enough to make you swoon and you moved your free hand to cover up your eyes.
He seemed to take this personally as he started to kiss every exposed bits of skin on your face and neck in soft little pecks until both of you were a laughing mess. He leaned over to leave one last kiss, barely a touch of his lips on yours but filled with the love and warmth he felt for you and you made sure to correspond with all the feelings you had to share, laying your forehead against his in a soft gesture and smiling once again as you realized there was no place you’d rather be than here.