Mammon and Asmo absolutely loathe each other, up until a moment where the Stars Align, and they become best friends for a solid week.
They are an immense migraine to Lucifer when they get along, but a short lasted one, as they almost immediately clash after a few days of being each other's Favorite Brother
Daily Drabble - The Mortality of Aging (Asmo x GN!Reader)
CW: hurt/comfort; argument with resolution
Asmodeus has always been your biggest cheerleader, your biggest supporter, the one who pampers you daily with self-care routines, and reassures you about how beautiful you are, regardless of how you feel about your body. He will do your nails without asking, take on spa days to celebrate his latest modeling gig, and worship every inch of you when he has you in his bed.
Which makes it all the more confusing as to why he suddenly started acting so different recently. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes anymore, his words about self care became more of an insistence rather than a fun activity rooted in self-love. The more he pressed, the more you withdrew, and the more you withdrew, the more upset he got.
You couldn't understand what had triggered this change in behavior from him. Was his sin of lust and vanity growing in strength? Was he finding it harder and harder to maintain his attraction to you? It didn't take long for old doubts and insecurities to creep back in, weeds taking root in a garden that had recently been left untended.
It came to a head, as all things do when the pressure becomes too much. An evening following a tiring day where all you wanted was to rest, to snuggle against Asmodeus's side and fall asleep the gentle touches of his fingers against your skin and his soft lips pressing tender good night kisses across your face. It was all you wanted, all you needed in this moment, but Asmodeus was oblivious to it - which was so unlike him.
"Come on darling, let's at least wash your face..."
"I already washed my face."
"But the first time you didn't use the right soap! I bought you that new one, it's gentler on your skin. Don't you remember?"
Actually, you didn't. You couldn't remember half of the skin care things he wanted you to use, and he always seemed to come home with more the next day.
"Look, it's not a big deal, I'll start using it tomorrow. I'm just really tired..."
"Nonsense, it'll be fast. The night time is the most important time for skin care. Come on, I'll do it for you."
"Asmo, I don't want to!"
But he was already getting up, trying to pull you up to join him.
"Come on, sweetie, it'll only take a minute!"
That was a lie... Asmo's skin care routines were more like thirty minutes, and you both knew it, and you were out of patience let alone minutes.
Anger finally bubbled enough to get past your lips and you yanked your hand out of his grasp.
"I said no! Jesus, Asmo! What is going on with you??"
Asmo froze for a moment, then his eyes welled with hurt tears.
"I just want to take care of you! Why won't you let me take care of you??"
"This isn't taking care of me! Lately you've been pushing your skin care stuff on me, trying to control my diet, telling me when I should go to sleep and wake up and exercise... this isn't taking care, of someone Asmo! This is controlling someone!"
"I'm not trying to control you! I just want you to take better care of yourself!"
"I take care of myself just fine. I don't need you micromanaging me. I've been feeling less like your partner lately, and more like a doll that you want to play with. I'm not a fucking toy, Asmo."
His hands were up in defense, pale palms open towards you like white flags of peace. "Of course you're not! Sweetie, I never said you were. But I know that sometimes... well, you can slack off a little bit--"
Oh now you were seeing red. Your hands balled into fists, and now you were sitting up on the bed on your knees, ready to run for the door.
But not after giving him a few choice words.
"Slack off? Slack off?? Are you fucking kidding me? Asmodeus, I work my fucking ass off, and you know it. Do you want to know why I'm too tired to do your stupid 25 step skin care routine? Because I worked, all fucking day, wrangling your brothers, studying for exams, indulging the Prince of the Devildom when he wanted to talk, help Barbatos run some errands, help Lucifer with paperwork..." You pressed your hands to your forehead, frustrated hot tears welling in your eyes. "But yeah, I guess I'm a fucking failure because I didn't wash my face right, or use the right cream. I'm sorry, I'm not perfect, Asmo. I'm sorry I'm not just like you. And I'm so fucking sorry if I'm an embarrassment to be around because I'm not pretty enough for you."
The tears finally slipped, running burning tracks down your cheeks. But despite your desire to leave, to run out of his door to leave him standing there dumbfounded, you couldn't. Not until you heard his response. Your eyes challenged him, daring him to push you that last little bit, knowing that if he did so, it might ruin more than just your evening together.
Asmo fell silent and his breaths went shallow, as if his chest had been hollowed out by the cutting edge of your angry rant.
"Is... is that what you think? That I don't love you anymore?"
You choked on your own air, his soft voicing cutting you just as much as your loud voice had cut him. "No, that's not what I meant--"
"Isn't it though?" he asked, brows furrowed.
His hand reached out to you, guided by the urge to touch you, but he hesitated. Then he balled it into a fist and his arm fell limply to his side. His eyes looked down at the floor and stayed there.
"I... I know what I am," he said quietly. "I know that I'm vain, and self-centered, and obsessed with myself... I never really seen it as a bad thing. Why would it bad to love yourself, to take care of yourself? Our bodies are the one thing we are allowed to have complete control over. So why not treat it like the shrine that it is? Treat it with respect, with love, and others will treat you that way too."
"Do you think that's what's happening?" you asked. "That I'm not loving myself enough?"
Asmodeus lifted his eyes to you, his unshed tears still trapped in his thick lashes. He studied you for a long moment, his amber gaze drinking you in, and you knew in that moment that he still loved you. Achingly, completely, and utterly loved you.
"Maybe..." he replied, so quietly, as if uncertain about his answer, as if it wasn't something he'd considered before a moment ago. "All I know is that you're changing. You're changing, and it terrifies me. And you don't even seem to notice or seem to care..."
"Changing?" your forehead wrinkled, your eyebrows pulling together in confusion. "Changing how?"
Asmo stepped towards you, closing the distance until you could feel the warmth of his body in the sliver of space between you. His eyes roamed over your face, meticulous and slow. His fingers came up and lightly traced along the corners of your eyes, then down your cheek to the corner of your mouth. Your breath caught in your chest, trapped by longing.
"Here...and here..." he said quietly. "Little lines that weren't there before. They're small now, but.... they'll grow, get bigger, deeper..." He slowly withdrew his hand.
Your hand came up and touched your own face, and finally you understood.
"These? They're just age lines, Asmo... every human gets them eventually..."
He gave a small, empty laugh, and his trapped tears finally fell, shining crystals stuck to the flawless skin of his cheeks.
"I know," he replied. "I know. But it means that eventually, I'm going to lose you. And I can't lose you. I can't."
His head dipped forward and rested against your shoulder, the soft locks of his hair pressed against your cheek.
The burning ember of anger finally went out beneath your veins, cooled by the sad tears that now began to fill your vision.
"Asmo..." you whispered. Your left hand came up to cup the back of his neck, while your right hand came up to run your fingers through his hair. Then, you gently lifted his head until he could look at you. "Look at me. That's not going to happen for a long long time."
"Long for you, darlin'. I'm an angle turned demon, remember? Time is different for me. Another sixty to eighty years is not nearly enough time with you."
His hands cupped your face as he stared at you, and you watched as the warm affection in his eyes darkened into sorrow.
"You're the first thing I've loved as much as myself. Maybe... maybe even more than myself. It hurts... like my heart is living outside of my body, fragile and defenseless..."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "I wouldn't say defenseless..."
Asmo gave a small amused scoff, like sunlight peaking out from behind dark, heavy clouds. But then it was gone again, hidden away by the shadow of his sadness. "You're defenseless against time."
Your own smile faded, and your hands quietly covered his as you put your forehead to his. "I know."
A heavy silence fell like fog around the both of you. Asmo's eyes were relaxed and downcast in thought as you breathed each other's air and basked in the warmth of your tentative embrace.
A heavy question began to eat away at you, and you knew you had to ask it before it devoured all of your hope entirely.
"Asmo... do you regret it?"
Asmo's eyes looked up to meet yours, the colors of his irises nearly iridescent to the point of distraction.
"Hm?" he replied. "Regret what?"
You swallowed the fear that chained your tongue and tilted your head down. "Do you regret loving me?"
Asmo's thumbs stroked your cheeks and he lifted your face back up to look at him, nose to nose.
"Never. Never ever. And don't you dare think I'll ever stop loving you, either."
Tears slipped past the barrier of your lashes to catch on his thumbs. "Even..." you voice broke, and you swallowed. "Even when I'm old and wrinkled and ugly?"
Asmo looked crestfallen, his eyes shining again with unshed tears. "You'll never be ugly to me."
You gave a wry laugh. "Don't lie to me Asmo, it's mean."
Asmo's smile faltered and his jaw clenched before his grip around your face tightened. Not enough to hurt, never to hurt... but enough to get you out of your own head, and make you focus your full attention on him so you could see every drop of love, every bit of honesty.
"I'm not lying to you. You're beautiful now, and you'll be beautiful then too. These" - his thumbs stroked the faint hint of crows feet kissing your eyes - "aren't ugly to me."
"But you hate them, you were trying to erase them--"
"Because they scare me, doll."
A stubborn silence between the two of you as you stared each other down, you with your doubt, and Asmodeus with his persistence. Finally, he sighed and pulled you against him in a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you and made you feel like you aren't enough. I'll learn to love them, I promise. I just might need some time to get used to them."
Your arms tightened around him and you inhaled the scent of his cologne. "I love you," you muffled into his shirt.
His hold on you tightened, his lips brushing your ear. "I love you more."
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