#☆彡txt
mammon x gn!reader
cw: mentions of anxiety
word count: 431
Knowing Mammon, a surprise would await you at every corner. Whether that was sharing an unholy sandwich combination of dried squid and ice cream or spilling any gossip he thought was worth sharing with you. And you loved it! You loved how Mammon seemed to always be unpredictable in ways that still felt very ‘Mammon’ like.
He always cheered you up in ways you’d never expect.
“____!” The sound of the door being slammed open signified you of his arrival. Quick, hurried steps came closer and closer as you acted like you didn’t hear anything. It would be shameful for Mammon to see you in this state. The hefty blankets helped soothe your worries for a tad bit, muffling any sound as you huddled underneath your only protection, away from sight.
It was quiet, but Mammon’s presence was still noticeable in the darkroom. He always had a bright demeanor everywhere he went, letting everybody know of his arrival. No one could reject him, not even you. You would never want to reject him, someone who could be compared to the sun– bright, cheerful, and is the life of the party.
The bed sunk from the added weight as you dared not move an inch. It was deathly silent, only your muffled, panicked breaths booming loudly in your ears. What will he think of you now? Hateful, hateful. He will despise you for being so weak.
A soft pressure laid on your head, bringing your attention away from any negative thoughts as you held your breath. It was a comforting grasp– it reassured you without even doing much of anything. It was Mammon.
“I have some snacks. Tell me when you’re ready.” His voice was soft and calming, vastly different from the usual boisterous teasing that always had you responding back with jabs at his hair. It was a different side of Mammon that you had never seen before, but knowing that he was willing to make you as comfortable as possible. It made you feel loved.
You mumbled a low sound in acknowledgment. All of the remaining energy inside your body instantly vanished as you felt your body go slack onto the soft sheets. You are a mess, and Mammon is a mess, too. But Mammon pushed his bad habits aside to take care of this loving mess of his.
“We could be amazing together, ____.” The warmth from his hand was felt through the thick blankets that separated the two of you. “We need you in tip-top shape, so we can do awesome things together!”
You had a dreamless dream.
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a/n: thank you for reading!
