I died, in your arms tonight

Part 1

I love making ambiguous cannon my head cannon. This fic is set after the uh,,,, *sexual encounter* that slime planted a camera onto Mariana

title from arms tonite cause idk why not- also I do not care about the thumbnail

plus no beta so struggle through,
I used google translate pls correct me in I'm wronngg

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Cuddling.

Elmariana was cuddling with his husband.

There was no need for him to make noise, but Mariana had to bite his smiling cheeks to keep his little squeaks of happiness in. He nestled his face deeper into Slime's caramel hair, carefully avoiding his demon horns. Something about innocent touches were so much more endearing to the dark-haired angel than the frantic, late-night hands. He had no idea which his husband preferred, but if he had to guess it was probably the latter.

He knew demons were sinful beings, and he knew that angels were supposed to be pure, good, y'know... Holy. So in his eyes, it made sense that for him, the best part of the night wasn't the wild kisses and thrashing, but what came after. When the two quietly cleaned up and crawled into bed, one falling asleep without much to say and the other wide awake with too many words that his love couldn't understand jumbled at his teeth. Mariana hated the language barrier. When you have no idea how much your partner reciprocates your affection it's hard to whisper sweet nothings without feeling regret. He would occasionally let a word slip out, face flushing as Slime read the slow translation. Actually, there were a lot of things that frustrated Mariana, more than the language barrier. Of course, there was the surface-level stuff like the language barrier, how the two were created polar opposites and the fights. But then there were the strange worms in his stomach that were completely new to him. The ones that made his stomach churn in a pleasing way when he looked at Slime, that made his neck and face feel warm, that made him want to jump up and down, yelling lyrics to the sappiest songs he knew.

Very strange.

Why was love so complicated? And why did it seem like Mariana was the only one who found it so confusing? He had never had a problem having one-night stands... hell- that's how he'd gotten himself kicked out of heaven. But these fluttery, wriggling feelings were new. He never really understood what people meant by 'love at first sight', and to be completely honest; he didn't think he ever would. Because contrary to how he was feeling now, a week and a half ago Mariana would've probably punched anyone who'd suggest anything like that. And not in a schoolboy, oh ahah, I'm so embarrassed you called me out way - but in a, no fucking way I'd ever fall in love with that motherfucker, kind of way. When the two involuntary adopted Juanaflippa, he caught slime muttering about raising a fucked up child because he was a deadbeat.

And he still said things like that.

Maybe it was the language barrier again, but it was always hard for Mariana to decipher what was a joke and what wasn't.

But he didn't want to ruin his husband's spark. So he shut his mouth.

Another strange feeling. He just wanted slime to be happy. So he let him berate and sneer just because Mariana had no idea what he could say to soothe slime's temper. Sometimes said verbal beatings led to angry tears, sometimes sex, sometimes laughter. But no matter how the screams ended Mariana would plaster on a smile.