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I lay wake
Conflicted by sorrow
No respite to be found
While demons time I borrow
It was a poem you’d read once about a man, conflicted with grief, and tormented by demons day & night until he eventually went mad.
It had been a scary poem. One that used to keep you up at night as the shadows on the wall, or mounds of clothes in your bedroom, would transform into shapeless monsters and you’d think about how awful it would be to try and sleep with that near you.
But who would have thought that sleeping with a demon could be so peaceful?
The warmth of his arms wrapped around you. The gentle rise & fall of his chest, matching yours, as you both sleep. The comfort of being held so gently, so lovingly by another who could easily shatter the bones of any Titan. It was remarkable how at peace you feel.
The peaceful moment was ended, however, when the door suddenly flung open with a hard kick. The loud sound of it cracking at the frame and door smacking against the wall nearly drowned out by the shout of, “[Y/N]!!”
“Ma-Mammon!? What are you doing?!”
“It’s midnight.” He said, matter-of-factly, as he scooped you up out of the bed and out of Beel’s arms; who was still too groggy and confused as to what was going on to fight back. “It’s my day now.”
“That’s not how it works Mammon.” Belphegor, oddly lucid for once at being woken up, argued with a scowl as he clutched is prized pillow to his chest.
“Yes it is! New day starts at midnight. That’s how time works.”
“You know the ‘new day’ starts at the beginning of school.” The ‘new day’ meaning which brother got to keep you for the time being. They’ve worked out a routine, to be fair and keep everyone from fighting. Seven days in a week meant [Y/N] spent one day a week with each brother. Day and night. Belphegor was technically right. They weren’t supposed to trade until after breakfast at the start of school the next day. “It’s the rules.”
“Rules-shmuls!” The silver head demons quipped back. Still holding you close to his chest. “New day means new day, and right now it’s tomorrow, not yesterday.”
“What…..?” Beelzebub asked, looking so positively confused by the situation that you could practically see floating little question mark bubbles over his sleep mussed head.
“I’m taking [Y/N]!”
That seemed to be the end of it for Mammon as he walked out of the door, still carrying you bridal style, down the hall and into his room. Not caring the least about his brother’s pouts, or shouts, or the rules at all.
“You really shouldn’t have done that Mammon.” You scold gently while you’re alone. Despite his sharpness with brothers, or gruff way he’d come to claim you in the middle of the night, the demon was remarkably gentle as he tucked you into his bed.
“I know,” Mammon admitted sullenly, making the last few adjustments to you before crawling into bed beside you. His arms wrapping around you as the final touch before nuzzling his face into your collarbone. “I just couldn’t wait until morning.”
You blush, and shake your head a little before bringing you hand up to pet his head. "You really are hopeless Mammon."