TW: Angst w/ comfort, Mammon's big sad prolly cause of Lucimotherfucker, M!Mc, Tall!Mc, Family trauma and such.
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"Don't Worry, I got you."
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Those were the words the great mammon never heard all that often.
Especially not from someone as important as you.
But here he was, sobbing uncontrollably in your arms in your black hoodie you gave to him for some sort of comfort.
And for the first time in a long.. long time, he felt.. safe. Safe in someones arms. Safe from the world. Safe from nasty phrases. Safe from everyone who called him awful names. Safe from his brothers.
He was safe.
And snuggled in your arms as you silently listened to his sobbed cries and babbles as he tried to calm down. While you played with his white locks, and kissed the top of his head, letting the tank top you were wearing get soaked with his tears.
He was.. allowed to cry. Allowed to cry here.
He was allowed. And he was letting himself take all the advantage of the warmth from the hug you let him sink into the moment you walked into your room saw him crying on your bed.
This was the place he loved to be.
The place he was allowed to cry and sob, and giggle, and smile, and get angry over stupid movies..
He was safe and allowed to be himself instead of the "great mammon" he was allowed be just.. "mammon"
And he liked it.
"Mc- I'm- I'm- I'm- I'm so.. so so.. sorry for being- being such a-a scumbag.." He babbled out to you as he could barely breath, he whimpered and cuddled closer to you. You just hummed softly and shook your head.
"don't worry.. I've got you mams.. I've got you." You gently responded as you continued to play with his hair, and your response made him turn his head up and look at you. Letting the tears run down his cheeks, you saw how.. surprisingly shocked he was.
"wh.. what?" He asked gently looking at you with.. confusion? You just smiled softly, and shook your head.
"Don't worry. I've got you."
Mammon hiccupped and snuggled closer, he had nothing else to say.. he couldn't speak.. but you know what?
He was glad you snuggled closer as well, as his tears continued to fall from his cheeks, letting them run for longer than he originally wanted.. but.. that was okay.
He was okay in your arms.
That's all he needed.