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💛 Mammon and the Witch 💛

Context: Mammon got himself involved with a merciless witch. . . Great. . .

Request made by: xpiotos

Caution: A little bit of harassment and ill-intent is involved in this story, but it doesn't go too far.

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(M|n) hated the Devildom schoolwork with a passion. He already struggled with work in the human world. . . The work in the Devildom was ten times harder! (M|n) didn't know how much more he could take.

On top of the difficulty of the work, he couldn't focus on his studies because his thoughts kept going back to Mammon. . .

Lately, (M|n) had seen this witch hanging around him. He didn't like it. Not one bit. Whenever he asked Mammon about this witch, he always ran off or avoided the topic entirely.

Why was Mammon so determined not to tell him whatever was going on?! Did he not trust him?. . . With an exasperated sigh, (M|n) tried to force himself to focus.

He scribbled down a few sparse notes before he decided that it was enough for today. He'd managed to fill half of his first page. . . Lucifer was going to kill him.

He'd given (M|n) this spare classroom during one of his free periods so he could focus on studying for the huge exams that were coming up.

The blackette told him to provide extensive evidence of his work or he would be punished. How could he focus for at least an hour on work that he hated?!

(M|n) slapped down his hands onto his desk with frustration. The male was startled when a hand sat upon his shoulder. He immediately snapped his head back, wondering who it was.

(M|n) was surprised to see Mammon standing there with a smirk on his lips.

"Ya struggling, human? I told ya that ya wouldn't be able to do it." Mammon snickered. (M|n) rolled his eyes as he slammed his textbook shut. He glared at Mammon.

"You're a moron, Mammon. You're struggling even more than I am." Mammon scowled and shook his head.

"You don't talk to the Great Mammon like that! Address me properly!" Mammon exclaimed. (M|n) got up from his desk.

"You're a real idiot, Mammon." Was all (M|n) told the white-haired male. He was about to take his leave when Mammon took a tight hold of his wrist. (M|n) turned his attention to Mammon.

"What do you want?" (M|n) queried with a raised brow. Mammon glanced away for a moment, as if psyching himself up for something.

After what seemed like forever, he finally brought his eyes back onto (M|n). His gaze constantly skittered away and then fell back onto his face as he spoke.

"Hey, (M|n). . . I wanted to. . . Invite you out on a picnic." Mammon mumbled. (M|n)'s eyes widened.

"You. . . Inviting me out onto a picnic?!" (M|n) gasped in shock. Mammon grunted.

"Oi, ya don't need to sound so-" Mammon cut himself off when (M|n) began to pat his head and move his hands down the demon's body. Mammon grabbed (M|n)'s forearms.

A furious blush was raging on his cheeks.

"What in the Devildom are ya doing to me?!" (M|n) smiled wryly.

"Just wondering whether you hit your head today or something. You've never offered to take me out somewhere fun like a picnic before." Mammon sighed.

"Oh shut it. . . Just so ya know, I want it to be just the two of us, alright? Don't ya go blabbering ya mouth about this to my brothers. I just. . . Wanna spend some time alone with ya. . ." Mammon's eyes fell to the ground. He still held (M|n)'s arms. (M|n) couldn't fight the smile that was making its way onto his lips.