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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
"My human," arms wrapped around you, the voice of your beloved hummed out softly.
"My . . . " you stopped, not knowing what to say. Mammon, tangled up in your arms, blinked an eye open. The mop of white hair ruffled into complete disorder moved closer to rest his chin on your arm.
White hair. White.
"-snowy?"
The demon shifted in the bed to look at you, body propped up with his left elbow that was now digging onto the bed. He blinked at you wildly in disbelief, brows furrowed and lips in a pouty frown. It would have been comical if he didn't sound so serious.
"Snowy? What, am I some kind of dog?"
You snorted.
"No, I just-"
"You can't even come up with a cute nickname for me?" He blew a raspberry, followed by an irritated breath.
Your eye twitched.
"Oh, like you're any better."
The demon found himself looking at you, arms folded and eyes narrowed, ready to say something back, and you did.
"You just slapped a species name on me and called it a nickname!"
Mammon's jaw dropped open at your argument. Good, if he wanted to argue about for a nickname, you can do that too.
"Wha-"
"Human. A. Species," you cut him off, continuing your rant, "What about I call you by yours too? Demon? Deeemon!"
You hollered, drawling out the word, like you heard Shaun Mades do in the Fuzzbee : Unknown series.
"I get it, I get it! Fine, if ya want then, I'll give yer a new one."
A silence, short-lived, yet longer than any you have gotten from Mammon passed as he solemnly contemplated the matter.
Then, a glint in his eyes. That look of happy epiphany, one that made him look like an angel.
Err, figuratively, of course.
"Treasure," he not so much murmured as a breath. The twinkle in his eyes become more gentle, one of adoration as he spoke again, this time, looking into your eyes.
"My treasure."
The fond smile on his face, that lovelorn look in his blue eyes . . .
By now your face was overheating so much you almost pressed your palms against your cheeks just to cool them down.
Treasure. Treasure. His treasure.
Very on brand of Mammon. And knowing how much he treasures his, well, treasures, it was very endearing of him. The word, it sent your heart racing, beating so hard you could feel its whirlwind of a tempo building up, only to relax its crescendo when you're in his arms. Warm and safe, in his tender embrace.
"There! So, what about me? Better give me something as good as that too."
He replied with a cheerful grin, happy with himself for his answer, basically bouncing on the bed in joy. Still, you could see how much he was anticipating your answer, from the tone of his voice and beneath that smile. There's no hiding from the way he glanced at you.
Your throat bobbed as you nervously swallowed. Nothing can top what Mammon said, not that you're trying to, but you breathed out the word just the same, though with a nervous feeling you could describe as, . . . vocal cords closing in? No, throat folding in itself, no, not that, goodness, everything about you was unpredictable around Mammon.
"My heart. Dear heart."
Perhaps you should take off points for taking inspiration from a famous human world piece of media but it is true. From the way you were pretty sure your heart skipped several rhythms of its beat less than a minute ago
If it was in a wooden box, or if it were a cuckoo clock heart, you would give him the key, in a heartbeat, no pun intended.
Well, giving the only key to a cuckoo clock that could turn faulty may not be the best idea . . .
A replica then, you would keep the new key and give him the old one.
Lost in your own thoughts, you blinked back into focus only when you heard a soft groan from the person lying beside you. You know what that grunt means. It's the same noise you make when you sometimes realize this; Mammon is so gorgeous. So beautiful, inside out, so perfect that it hurt. Made you feel so loved and so complete your heart hurt. You smiled, your hand subconsciously moving to stroke his hair.
Mammon brought up the blanket to his face, covering up to his nose and muttering into it, "No fair." He wanted to slap himself when he realized he might have sounded too much like Leviathan. He peered up from the covers to see your reaction, hands lightly gripping the blanket, ready to pull it on his face if needed to avoid further embarrassment. Levi, Levi of all people! How childish! He probably looked childish with this damn blanket too-
A smile in your eyes with a mix of equal parts amusement and adoration, and he was immediately reminded why he did it in the first place - not to expose his burning, burning cheeks. He sank deeper into his makeshift mask, so much you could only see his eyes.
"Hmm?" You titled your head with a smile. Cute snowy.
"That's much more romantic than treasure," he poked his white head out to speak more clearly.
His face fell, and you could see his momentary confidence falter and deflate into nothingness.
His eyes darted to the other side of the room as he started, "I probably sound like I'm obsessed with . . ." he was now fiddling with one corner of the blanket, picking at it, deep in thought, ". . . material stuff."
Mammon frowned, sitting up on the bed and looking at you.
"But you're the, the most precious thing in my life, so, treasure."
Then, as if he just understood what he just said, he turned speechless, with his face turned pink. The loveliest shade of pink that always bloomed on his cheeks when he blurted out something about you. Like he didn't mean to, disbelief more at himself, unsure what you would feel about it, heart pounding and face flushed from the tension in his nerves and whole body.
"I love it."
"Huh?"
"The nickname, I love it, it's great," you say, your hands finding his and drawing short lines on his white painted nails.
Mammon finds himself at a loss for words for the third time since the past ten minutes. But he recomposes himself, closing his parted lips and giving you a reply, short yet sweet, "Yours too."
There was a slight pause, then he looked at you, nodding as if pleased with himself.
". . . We're both great. We're The Great couple."
You chuckled, running your fingers though his and closing around them to give your interlaced hands a squeeze, unable to control your giddy energy.
"But you know what?" A scheme to fluster him flashed into your mind. You can't possibly pass it up now, can you?
"Hmm?" Mammon had his eyes closed, mouth tugged into a grin, the kind of smile that is just so true you can't help but smile along.
"You're the greatest. Not just The Great Mammon, you're Mammon The Greatest."
To top it off, you pressed a gentle kiss on his side of your interwoven hands with a smug smile.
"You- I- grrr. You-" you could feel exactly how his face was shifting from the way his face was planted into your torso. You did your best to hold in your laughter at his adorable frustrated noises as to not make him even more red-faced and to your credit, you actually succeed this time.
"-my heart can't take it. It's yer fault. Now help me. Make my stupid heart calm down. You'll give me a heart attack one day, I swear . . ." he continued to mumble, voice slightly muffled from rambling into the side of your shirt and you couldn't help but laugh, fluffing up his hair to play with it in your fingers.
You were his treasure and he was your dear heart. Less than fifteen minutes in and you were already used to the nickname.
And you loved it just as much as you loved him.
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Note [Oct 12, 2022]- It's 4 in the morning, I should go to bed- No fancy words. Brain blank. Sorry if he's ooc. Please point it out kindly if he is. Gotta go. Brain mush.
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