The Flesh, I Just Cant With It, It Makes Me Want To Vomit Lol

The flesh, I just can’t with it, it makes me want to vomit lol

What was the first statement that made you go “Oh. So that’s what Fear would get me”

Or alternatively “Ah, didn’t know I was afraid of that!”

I’ll go first: Lost John’s Cave

So do I have 3??? I am both????

A thought just occured to me

quietly devastated that there's so few tylorpe shippers out there. like these two idiots have already rapidly begun consuming my brain like a gangrenous infection. i just really love them and the need to make content for them is so freaking strong. its bubbling over, but i can't make my brain focus on only one idea i have like the greatest idea ever but it's way fuckin' ambiguous and it makes me want die because it requires me to write whole chapters and kill me now? but also hi hello to the very few fellow tylorpe shippers. i may be new but I am equally invested *waves slowly*

I’ve got an idea for a one shot, but like, I have no idea if I should write it???? It’s a smut, and like, one person (Person A) is pleasuring them selves while the other (Person B) kind of just holds them and stands guard, and I’m thinking of maybe making person b ace but like I don’t want to imply any nasty, mean, acephobic things. I feel like for B it’s more about the emotions and trust, like person A trusts them to hold and be with them in a moment of vulnerability and weakness and that’s powerful man but there’s like, zero interest from character B in sex beyond the trust and emotion I just talk about and Im anxious so yeah

Ace community help?!?!?!

Oh god this is so cute I feel like I’m gonna cry.

Just- the care and sweetness and the communication and-

Mmmmmmhhh

I love this.

Trust

Originally written May 2022

Masterlist

Genre: angst, comfort, fluff kinda at the end

Ship(s): Lord Diavolo X Mammon

(genderless MC)

Trigger/content warnings: nonspecific trauma-induced nightmares, The Escorts, allusion to using unhealthy coping habits in the past

Headcanons/notes from the author: Lucifer being a dick overprotective. Uhhh idk, I really think Mammon X Diavolo is cute though. OH. Non-binary Barbatos

Brief Blurb: Mammon has a nightmare and calls Lucifer for comfort.

Lucifer hadn’t been able to fall asleep all night. He was desperate to finally have slumber take him captive, but his mind wouldn’t shut off. It was driving him to the brink of insanity, feeling like he was just about to sleep but then not having it happen. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a sleepless night like this, and it wouldn’t be the last.

On his bedside table, his D.D.D. began to ring. He groaned and opened his eyes only slightly. For a moment, he was sure he wouldn’t answer. No one would be calling this late for something that wasn’t important, though…

With an exhausted sigh, Lucifer reached over and grabbed the device. The caller ID made his hairs stand on end. Quickly, he pressed answer and brought the receiver to his ear. “Mammon? Why are you calling at this hour?”

Mammon was clearly crying on the other end.

“‘m s-sorry… I’m jus’ b-by myself and.. I-I didn’t wanna call Dia…”

“What do you mean you’re by yourself?” Lucifer could feel his blood boiling, fully awake from anxiety and rage. “Where is Diavolo?”

“H-He had to go… H-Human world s-stuff…” Mammon sniffled and let out a shaky exhale. “I-I-I th-thought… h-he’d be back by now…”

“Why didn’t you go with him?” Lucifer stood up, tripping on his own feet as he unplugged his phone and began to pace around his room. “Never mind, actually. Why are you crying? What happened?”

Mammon was quiet for a moment, then told him, “I-I had a nightmare about… M-M-Maddi… a-and… a-and I w-wasn’t going to call, b-but…” he trailed off, sobs escaping him despite his efforts to contain them. “I-I just… I-I didn’t wanna d-do something bad a-and make Dia f-feel guilty… I-I can’t hide things from him…”

“No, it’s good that you called. Just stay on the phone, it’s going to be okay.” Lucifer attempted to keep his voice calm and gentle, but he was drowning in concern. Didn’t Lord Diavolo know that Mammon had nightmares like this? How long had they lived together now…? A month? A little over a month? “Where’s Barbatos? Are they not home?”

“N-No…” Mammon‘s voice cracked as he choked down his cries. “No, th-they’re at Purgatory Hall… b-boyfriends night or someth-thin’…”

Running his fingers through his hair, Lucifer mouthed a few swears. Of course Lord Diavolo just left Mammon all by himself! The damn prince probably didn’t even know Mammon had this reoccurring problem. “Okay,” Lucifer wracked his brain for ideas, feeling like a complete imbecile for letting Mammon move in with Lord Diavolo at all. He couldn’t trust anyone with his siblings, could he? “Okay… Okay, how long ago did you wake up?”

“I-I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, sniffling and whimpering. “A h-half hour at most…”

“Half an hour? Mammon, you should have called sooner.”

“D-Didn’t wanna bug ya…”

Lucifer facepalmed, realizing he began to scold Mammon instead of helping. “No, I’m sorry. You tried to calm down by yourself, that’s a good thing. I… am glad you called when you knew for sure that it wasn’t working.” He located his shoes and sat down on the bed with them, keeping his phone between his shoulder and cheek as did so. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“N-No…” Mammon told him softly. “N-No I jus’… I-I want my head to be quiet…”

Roughly putting on and tying his shoes, Lucifer asked, “What can I do to help you quiet down your head?”

“D-Dunno… I-I just… I-I want it t-to s-stop…” Mammon’s voice shook, making Lucifer’s heart rate increase from panic. He was going to spiral if no one was around to stop it. “I-I want it to stop…”

“Where are you in the castle?” Lucifer asked, standing and grabbing his cloak. “Are any Li’l D.s around? Maids?

“N-No…” Mammon broke into loud bawling. “I-I’m all by myself… I f-feel so unsafe…”

Lucifer hurried down the stairs, attempting to keep his demon form at bay. “You’re safe. No one can hurt you in the castle. You will be alright.” Lucifer wanted to beat Lord Diavolo into a pulp of red sludge. How dare he leave Mammon alone like this? What kind of fiancé was he? “Mammon, listen to me. You are safe. Tell me.”

“I-I am s-s-safe…” Mammon managed between sobs. “I-I am safe in the castle…”

Making his way out of the entrance hall doors, Lucifer told him, “That’s right. You’re safe in the castle. No one can hurt you. You’re safe.” He picked up his pace, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. “Where are you in the castle? Are you in your room?”

“I-I hid in our closet…” Mammon admitted in a whisper. “O-Our room is jus’… t-too big right now…”

“If I were to hang up for a few minutes, would you be able to keep yourself grounded?” Lucifer inquired gently.

“D-Dunno… I-I just…” Mammon sniffled and coughed violently, having cried so hard his breathing was uneven. “I-I don’t wanna b-be a-alone…”

“I’ll come to you, okay? I just can’t call and fly at once. It’ll take much longer if I walk.”

After a moment of thought, Mammon muttered, “‘k-‘kay…”

“Do you want me to call Barbatos? They might be—”

“N-No! N-No… No.” Mammon took a deep, strained breath. “No… th-they barely get nights off…”

“Okay, I won’t call Barbatos. I promise. Just… keep yourself safe until I arrive, alright?”

“M-Mmhm…”

Lucifer hung up, threw on his cloak, then melted into his demon form. He spread out his wings, giving a pained gasp when one of them popped. Taking off, he quickly flew towards the Demon King’s castle. Once he got close enough, he landed haphazardly onto all fours before standing and hurrying to the entrance. The magic locks undid themselves for him, and he hurried upstairs to Lord Diavolo and Mammon’s room.

He opened the door and closed it gently behind himself, not wanting to startle Mammon. There was sniffling and sobbing coming from the inside of the closet, so Lucifer carefully walked over and opened it. “I’m here, Mammon,” he spoke softly, slipping into Celestial tongue. “I’m here. You’re safe.” He lowered himself onto the floor, cautiously reaching a hand out. “You’re safe.”

Mammon scrambled closer and hid into Lucifer’s arms, mumbling through tears in Celestial tongue, but Lucifer couldn’t hear him very well. He petted Mammon’s hair, softly humming and pulling him as close to himself as he could. “You don’t have to be scared, I’m here…” he whispered, attempting to sound calm despite the trembling and aching from his hurry to the castle. “Lucifer is here.”

Curling into Lucifer’s chest, Mammon hid as much as he could before settling into a position. “‘m sorry…” he muttered, voice shaking. “‘m sorry… I-I jus’ didn’t want to be alone…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lucifer told him quietly. “I just want you safe, Mammon. It’s okay.”

After a long while of comforting, Mammon fell asleep in Lucifer’s arms. When was the last time he had coaxed Mammon into sleep…? Thousands of years? Millions…? Either way, it was welcome despite the circumstances behind it. His siblings and Satan didn’t confide in him much anymore, especially not for comfort.

The bedroom door creaked, and Lucifer quickly snapped his attention to the noise. “Lucifer…?” Lord Diavolo whispered, slowly closing the door behind himself. “What happened?”

It took Lucifer a moment to answer, needing to switch back to Infernal. “Mammon had a bad nightmare,” he stated softly, resuming his attention on his sleeping brother. “I’d like to speak with you, actually…”

“I… I see…” Lord Diavolo watched Lucifer stand, cradling Mammon in his arms. “I will wait in the hallway, then…”

After Lord Diavolo did as stated, Lucifer carried Mammon to the bed and very cautiously laid him down. When Mammon didn’t retaliate the action in his sleep, Lucifer glanced at the door before giving him a small peck on the forehead. After watching him a moment longer, he left the room and stood in the hallway with Lord Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo… do you know much about Mammon’s nightmares?”

“Well… no.” Lord Diavolo sighed and crossed his arms. “Mammon hasn’t said much about it besides having nightmares. I figure it’s about the fall or that witch…”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “That witch?”

“Mammon won’t tell me who it is.” Lord Diavolo shook his head. “I really tried asking, I did. I just didn’t want to be pushy if he didn’t want to talk about what happened. Hell, he didn’t tell me about what happened until we tried to be intimate and I did something that triggered him.”

“I see.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, then exhaled with frustration. “I was furious with you, but I suppose it’s not your fault.”

“I know how protective you are of your siblings…” Lord Diavolo ran his fingers through his curly, vibrant red hair. “I wish you would trust me more, however. Mammon will be my husband one day.”

Lucifer scoffed and looked Lord Diavolo directly in the eyes. “If I should trust you, then why did Mammon call me instead?”

“Mammon has told me that he’s afraid of overwhelming me with his mental problems, but I’ve been working on having him open up. I won’t force him to tell me something if he isn’t ready,” Lord Diavolo attempted to keep his voice steady, but it was still laced with upset from Lucifer’s accusation. “Do you not trust Solomon either? He and Asmodeus have been married for years.”

“Of course I don’t,” Lucifer snapped. “I don’t trust anyone with my family but me. I will do anything for my family.” Before he could continue, the door opened and they both startled. “Mammon?”

“Wh-What’s goin’ on?” Mammon asked Lucifer in Celestial tongue, knowing Lord Diavolo didn’t understand it well. “Why are ya raisin’ your voice at Dia?”

Lucifer’s face softened, and he felt foolish in an instant. They should have gone somewhere further away, not right in front of the bedroom door. “I’m concerned, that’s all,” he responded in Celestial tongue. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re hurtin’ his feelings…” Mammon muttered, stepping out of the room to face Lucifer properly. “Thank ya for helping me… Could ya leave so I can speak with Dia, though?”

Lord Diavolo furrowed his eyebrows, not at all comprehending the language of angels. “Mammon? What are you two talking about?”

Lucifer took a deep breath, then let it go before switching to Infernal once more. “I will see you on Monday, Lord Diavolo.”

The couple watched him leave, then gazed at each other with concern. After a moment, Mammon stepped closer and cupped Lord Diavolo’s face. “‘m sorry, darlin’…” he muttered in Infernal. “I just didn’t want you to have to hear anything nasty he might have said.”

Lord Diavolo hesitantly placed his hands over Mammon’s. “Lucifer’s scary when it comes to you and the others…”

Chuckling, Mammon told him, “That’s true. I’m sorry you’re goin’ to end up with such a grumpy-ass brother-in-law.” He smiled when Lord Diavolo laughed at the comment, pleased that the situation hadn’t made his mood very low. “Look… I heard a lot of that jus’ now… ‘nd I appreciate ya not wantin’ to pressure me… but I think Lucifer’s right. I should trust ya more. I-I mean…” Mammon sighed and averted his gaze. “I jus’… I want ya to love me, and I don’t want ya to start infantilizin’ me because of my mental issues… and… a-and I jus’ don’t want ya to think it’s your fault when I have a bad episode, ‘c-‘cause it ain’t…”

Lord Diavolo felt his heart rip a little as Mammon began to blink out tears. “Mammon, I understand…” He very slowly and carefully moved his hands to Mammon’s shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. “You could have told me that from the beginning, love. I’m not mad.”

Sniffling, Mammon made a weak giggle. “I g-guess that’s true… I just get really scared, Dia…” his voice creaked. “I mean… I know I trust ya. I do… but I get scared you’ll hate me if I tell ya things… and I don’t want you to be upset if I have an episode ‘nd you’re off doin’ business, l-like tonight… I’m a grown man, I can handle it most of the time… this was jus’ a really bad night…”

“Mammon, hey…” Lord Diavolo gently used one of his hands to have Mammon look at him again. “I know you can handle yourself. That’s why I didn’t push you to come with me… but I still want you to call me if you need me.” He kept his voice soft and firm, not wanting to sound like he was scolding. “I know you are capable of handling yourself. You are very, very strong. You’re the Great Mammon, aren’t you?” Mammon giggled through a tiny sob. “Everyone needs help sometimes, so don’t be afraid to talk to me out of fear that I will infantilize you. I’m not going to do that.”

“O-Okay…” Mammon sniffled and lowered his hands to Lord Diavolo’s chest. “I d-do trust you, I promise…”

“Love, I know…” Lord Diavolo chuckled and carded his fingers through Mammon’s curls. “I can’t be lied to, remember?”

Mammon made a soft laugh, blushing a little while he fumbled with his fiancé’s shirt. “R-Right. Ya can’t even lie.”

“I could, if I tried really hard.” Lord Diavolo made a silly scrunched up face, as if he were deep in thought, then relaxed it after a moment. “Ah… actually, it’s a lot more difficult than I imagined.”

Rolling his eyes and giggling, Mammon wiped his face. “I’d rather ya didn’t learn anyways.”

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