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blazedbakugou · 3 years

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in another life, may our souls be reunited

In which Mammon experiences the five stages of grief after losing the one person who made him feel understood, his eternal beloved.

a/n: my first obey me! piece, kinda nervous about how well this will do but also excited to start writing for these amazing characters. also tried a new format of writing and thought it was kinda cool. oh and I’d also like to credit @hhhany82 for inspiring me to write this fic in the first place with their incredible drawing :) they’re so incredibly talented so go check them out guys

genre: angst

warnings: death, grief, loss, unhealthy alcohol consumption (demonus), addiction, temperament issues, sort of spoilers for the later lessons but not really, mentions of blood and murder, it’s pretty depressing not gonna lie

word count: 3.1k+

pairing: mammon x gn!reader

when i was your man - bruno mars

STAGE ONE: DENIAL

Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon had gotten good at being selfish— though it may not necessarily be in the way one might expect. He was greedy, this was a well-known fact among the Devildom. Greedy for money, for attention, for fame, but most importantly, for your love. Upon the surface, Mammon appeared to be the type that was only interested in materialistic things and finding ways he could profit off them, but if one took the time to dig a little deeper and read between the lines then it became quite clear that he was far from the public’s perceived version of himself.

You brought out the best in him, and for this, he would be forever grateful. You showed him a kindness that was foreign to him, so strange that he rejected it at first. Surely you couldn’t be showing genuine kindness towards someone like him… not without some sort of catch. Rather, that was what Mammon told himself when you’d first come to live at the House of Lamentation. But as time went by, he slowly realized that your intentions were pure as well as your feelings for the demon.

Mammon felt guilty for even considering the possibility of indulging in your radiance. It felt wrong to allow himself to accept your kindness when he was a demon of all creatures, the living embodiment of sin— the last thing he wanted was to risk tainting your soul. It took him some time to warm up to the idea that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon and that he was worthy of your love despite his insecurities claiming otherwise. Oh, but once he had found comfort in your company, he thrived off it.

He was never the best at speaking his mind, could never quite articulate whatever feelings his heart held for you but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to find other ways to demonstrate how grateful he was to have you. Mammon enjoyed spoiling you, loved buying you gifts with his hard-earned money from 6-hour long shoots. He’d do anything to see that precious smile of yours, the smile of his beloved which never failed to warm his heart. After living a life full of ridicule and empty promises, Mammon was so glad to finally have something good and pure in his life.

Of course, nothing good lasts forever— Mammon had learned this all too soon. First, when he suffered from the Fall, trading in his pristine white wings for a pair of devil horns. Then, when his precious free time was taken up by the new responsibility of having to watch over some lousy human exchange student at RAD. And now, as he held your lifeless body in his arms. If only he had been quicker, if only he hadn’t let you go out on your own— what the hell was he thinking?

You were only going out for some pastries at Madam Scream’s for Beel and the rest of the brothers— even after a long day of training, but you were kind like that. Mammon knew that eventually, the day would come when you’d cease to exist, but he didn’t expect it to come so soon. He didn’t want you to die, especially not at the hands of some lower-level demon who took advantage of the fact that you were out and about without your protector by your side as he usually was.

The second-born was busy coming up with yet another scheme to scam helpless demons out of their money. Sure, he’d gotten a bad feeling in his gut when you left but he chalked it up to jealousy, wouldn’t have been the first time he worried over nothing after all. It was only until he felt the gut-wrenching pain coming from his pact mark that he had realized something terrible had happened. It stung almost as bad as the day he grew a pair of horns and his dark wings, perhaps even worse. Mammon doubled over in pain with tears in his eyes as he winced, what was going on? Then it hit him… his human was in danger.

Mammon dropped everything he was doing to rush to you, flying over the Devildom in search of his human. He found you in an alley, propped up against the wall with a pool of blood surrounding you.

“No, no no no no…” He choked out, dropping to his knees with a painful thud as he cradled you in his arms.

Your body was limp and cold, a small box of pastries beside you. Tears streamed down Mammon’s face as he held your body tight against his chest, sobbing and trembling. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t supposed to die like this… not when you had so much time left. Mammon thought back to all the times you’d talked to him about what he would do the day that you died, and of course, he always shrugged it off with the excuse that there was no need to worry when you had plenty of time left. But now? All that was left were the memories you shared and the bloody box of pastries.

STAGE TWO: ANGER

The same night that you had died, Mammon had set out to find the demon responsible for your death and kill them. He had brought your body back to the House of Lamentation shortly after he had found you, handing you over to Lucifer before muttering a dark “I’ll be back” and disappearing into the night. He smelled the demon’s scent on your body and had followed the trail until it led him to the outskirts of the Devildom, far from the main plazas and most importantly, far from any witnesses. Mammon dragged the demon out from their home, claws sinking into their flesh as he tore them to shreds. He wasn’t entirely sure how long he had attacked them for, all he knew was that by the time he was done, their body resembled nothing more than a pathetic pile of meat.

Mammon flew back home where his brothers were waiting for him, all mourning the loss of their loved one. Everything dealt with their loss differently, Asmodeus, Levi, and Beel were in tears— absolutely destroyed by the news. Satan and Belphegor were seething, pacing around the common room in their demon forms. The only person that was missing was Lucifer, but in Mammon’s current state, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.

He wasn’t oblivious to the stares he was receiving from his brothers, he knew that he looked suspicious and it wasn’t hard for them to tell what he had done, but he didn’t care. Mammon just wanted to lock himself up in his room and deal with his loss alone. Just as he was about to turn a corner down the hall from his room, Lucifer stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I… placed their body to rest in the underground catacombs. Barbatos will be over shortly to discuss the official ceremony.” He spoke quietly.

Mammon shrugged the hand off his shoulder, “Okay.”

“Mammon… do not let this consume you. It was not your fault.” Lucifer sighed, frowning at the disheveled appearance of his younger brother, he knew what the bloodstains on his clothes meant but chose not to mention it. His heart ached for Mammon, as well as for you.

The second-born simply scoffed and shoved past Lucifer, a firm grip around his bicep steadying him. Mammon fought against it with desperation, “Let go.”

“Look at me.” Lucifer waited for Mammon to cooperate, “Know that you are not alone in this.”

The white-haired demon looked up at his brother with a cold stare, “Don’t lie to make me feel better.”

Mammon observed Lucifer’s face and noticed the tint of red in his eyes. Had he been crying while down in the underground? He almost found it comical that Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, could not spare his pride for even a second to cry in front of his younger brothers, no, he had to keep that pristine image of his.

Scoffing, Mammon pushed past his brother for the final time, “Leave me alone.”

Upon entering the safety of his room, Mammon locked the door before smashing the first thing in sight, a framed picture of the two of you he had on his bedside table. Frustrated cries slipped past his lips as he grabbed a bottle of demonus from the shelf, chugging the liquid until he could no longer think straight. Soon enough, Mammon had lost track of how many bottles he’d finished, they had all been scattered across the room as broken shards of glass. Vinyl records were shoved off of shelves, objects were thrown, damage had been made.

Mammon took out all his pain on his belongings, some stolen, some purchased— not that it mattered, nothing seemed to matter anymore. He destroyed everything he could until he no longer had any strength left him in before collapsing to the floor in broken sobs. Hot tears streamed down his face, uncomfortably sticky against his skin as he curled up into himself. Screams of despair tore from his throat until it turned raw, words now nothing more than small hiccups.

He should have been there, he thought to himself. He should have protected you, but due to his selfish ways, he had failed you.

STAGE THREE: BARGAINING

Mammon was not new to partaking in odd agreements, though this would be the first time he’d done so out of utter desperation. He didn’t care about prices or the dangers of agreeing to such sketchy contracts, Mammon would risk everything if it meant having his human back. He didn’t have much time left before your funeral, no more than a few days. Time was running out and he had yet to find a way to bring you back.

He tried buying resurrection potions from the dark corners of the Devildom, he attempted to plead with the witches in hopes that they could come up with some sorcery that would bring you back, but nothing seemed to work. The resurrection potions were nothing but a scam and part of him wanted to retaliate against the salesperson who had sold him the junk, but he knew that they were just trying to make a living. The witches sounded more promising at the time he had contacted them, though they only brought him bruises and empty funds, leaving him a battered down mess, a shell of the man he once was.

As Mammon sat in the empty field, under the pouring rain, he tried to think of what else he could possibly try that hadn’t already failed him yet. His last resort was not necessarily one he had been planning on using, he wasn’t even sure if his efforts would provide results— but he’d rather waste his time pleading with the universe than sit around wondering whether he tried hard enough. So with a heavy sigh and shaky limbs, Mammon kneeled before the gloomy night sky.

Please, Father. I beg you to bring them back to me. Taking them this soon was a cruel mistake, return them to me and I promise that this time, I will protect them with my life. Please.

A crack of thunder boomed so loud it had startled the birds from the trees and for a second, Mammon had felt a glimmer of hope. He opened his eyes and looked around him, searching for any signs that his pleas had been heard, that his wishes had been granted, but all he was met with was the field that stretched out for miles. All alone… he thought, his father never was much help.

STAGE FOUR: DEPRESSION

Mammon had once been the title of a person with honor, a person who had served a purpose both in Heaven and in Hell, but now? The name was nothing more than an insult to who he used to be and a constant reminder of what could never return.

The funeral had been brutal. In all his years spent roaming the three realms, never had Mammon felt such hopelessness. He watched as they lowered your coffin into the ground, piles of dirt being thrown on top of it as they began to bury you. It had been decided amongst the brothers that you were to be buried back in the Human World to honor your origins. He found it difficult to come to terms with the fact that he, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, one of the most powerful beings in all of the Three Realms, felt so powerless when it came to your death. As the funeral came to an end and the time to return to the Devildom was soon approaching, Mammon could only think of you and how sorry he was for failing you.

The House of Lamentation had grown a lot quieter since you’d left. No one had the energy to participate in any banter, there were no more movie nights and arguments over who got to sit next to you, and long gone were the study sessions in your room.

At first glance, Lucifer appeared to be doing just fine. He carried on with his responsibilities as the right-hand man to the future Demon King, took care of ordeals related to the Student Council, and even consoled his younger brothers if he felt like it. Lucifer appeared to be doing just fine but behind closed doors, he was a mess. He hadn’t slept since the night you died, instead he let his work consume him under the belief that if he kept himself busy, he wouldn’t have time to think about you.

Leviathan wasn’t any better, he spent his days locked away in his room, watching his spare controller collect dust on his desk— it was the one specifically reserved for your use only. Asmodeus coped with his pain through nights out at the club, going home with strangers in search of a distraction even if it was only for a night. Satan had resorted to unleashing his wrath on anything or anyone who had made the poor mistake of providing him with even the slightest inconvenience, he hated himself for doing so as he knew that you surely wouldn’t have approved. Beelzebub stuffed himself full of anything edible in sight, anything that would fill the void inside him, though he always left a small portion untouched as if he were saving it for you. Belphegor slept his pain away, in hopes that maybe if he tried hard enough then perhaps you’d appear in one of his dreams.

Mammon had completely given up on life. He locked himself away in his room and refused to leave despite his brothers trying to reason with him that this is not what you would have wanted, of course, this only upset Mammon even further. What did they know about what you would have wanted? You were his human, his lover, you were the one thing Mammon had that was completely his and now you were gone. So why should he have bothered with moving on? He had nothing to look forward to, not anymore.

STAGE FIVE: ACCEPTANCE

It had now been a few years since you had passed, and though it took several painful realizations and sleepless nights, Mammon had finally accepted it. He had come to peace with the fact that you were gone and despite his strongest wishes, there was nothing he could do to change that. As painful as it was to live without you, Mammon was able to do exactly that— broken heart and all.

Though the past few years had been filled with emotional ups and downs, Mammon never stopped thinking about you and the promise he made to take care of you. He did his best to honor the promise and visited your grave as often as he could, sitting beside it and talking as if you could actually hear him from the other side. On the occasion he couldn’t make it to the Human Realm, Mammon would send one of his crows to leave some Grimm on your grave.

Today would have been the fifth anniversary of your arrival in the Devildom, a day Mammon would never forget. He made sure to clear his schedule for the day as he had already planned on visiting you and having lunch with you. The flowers in the vase on your grave were enchanted so that they never died, something that Mammon had spent countless hours practicing on.

“Remember the first day we met? I tried threatening you into giving me all your money… little did I know just how important you’d become to me.” He chuckled, half-mindedly plucking single blades of grass from underneath him.

Mammon took a bite from his slice of watermelon, “Man, ya really took my life and flipped it upside down didn’t ya? Lousy human… Kinda liked that about you though, you didn’t go around acting like someone you’re not. Ya stayed true to yourself til the very end and I loved that.”

He didn’t say anything less for a brief moment, choosing to bask in the warmth that the sun provided, it was the closest thing he’d get to feeling your embrace. Sometimes if he stayed silent for long enough, he swore he could hear your whispers mixed in with the rustling of the leaves. Mammon had always been terrified of ghosts and spiritual entities in general, but he always hoped to spot yours wherever he went.

“I… I miss ya, lover. Miss ya so fuckin’ much and I wish I could see you just one more time. I love ya, and I know I didn’t tell ya enough when you were still around but I hope that you felt loved… cus ya were.”

Mammon knew deep down that he’d never be able to love anyone else the way he had loved you— his love for you was special. He was content with living the rest of his life without romance, for the time that he had spent loving you was filled with more love than the average person felt in an entire lifetime, it was more than enough for him. You were his eternal love.

Soon, it was time for him to go. Mammon had spent the entire afternoon retelling stories of your time shared, updating you on the current events of the Devildom, and sharing any messages his brothers had entrusted him to pass on to you. He stood up with a heavy sigh, dusting his pants off before bringing two fingers to his lips and gently kissing them, and tapping your tombstone with them.

“Til next time… see ya around.”

A small gust of wind passed by Mammon, a whispered, “I love you” that caused goosebumps to spread all over his skin.

He smiled, “Love ya too, lover.”

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blazedbakugou · 3 years

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hermoso cariño

In which you really want to kiss Bakugou.

a/n: woke up from a bad dream and I just wanted some bakugou fluff so here it is

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing? idk if that’s a warning but I’m putting it in, reader speaks a few sentences in Spanish but I’ll include translations, aged up characters

word count: 350

pairing: katsuki bakugou x spanish speaking gn!reader

It’s almost disgusting just how absolutely enamored you are with Katsuki Bakugou. It’s gotten to the point where he has you swooning over every little thing he does, even if that means watching him curse at the table he, unfortunately, bumped into. He’s a little rough around the edges, doesn’t quite know how to express himself just yet— but you don’t mind. You’re okay with his huffing and puffing when you do something nice for him because you know that he’s really trying to tell you, I love you.

There’s a stupid smile permanently etched onto your face, complete with dreamy sighs as he cleans around the room. Complaining about how you’re messy and whatnot, yet his hands fold all your clothes with the same delicacy that he uses when he’s holding you. It’s charming the way he acts all big and tough but turns into a pile of mush when it comes to you.

“Baby.” You called out

He looked over at you expectantly, sweeping beside the bed.

“Eres el amor de mi vida. Te amo más de lo que te puedes imaginar. You are the love of my life. I love you more than what you could possibly imagine.” The words rolled right off your tongue, pouring right into Bakugou’s heart.

Words don’t come easily to him. He isn’t smooth like you, doesn’t come up with breathtaking lines like you do, can’t express himself with words so he settles for looking at you, screaming in his head, you’re so fucking perfect and I wish I could tell you that but I can’t so I really hope you read it through my eyes.

You understand, looking at him with a look that says, I know. He leans down for a kiss, letting the broom fall to the floor. When you pull away, he gets back to sweeping, scolding you for distracting him from cleaning. You know Bakugou can’t help it, you know that it’s just your effect on him, and it makes you giddy just thinking about it. But the truth is that he’s just as much in love with you as you are with him and everyday he thanks his lucky stars for having led him to you.

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blazedbakugou · 3 years

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he turns into a toddler

a/n: not really sure if I like how this turned out but it is what it is

genre: fluff

warnings: food, toddlers

word count: 900

ft. toddler!levi, gn!mc, mammon, & beelzebub

Who knew children could be such a nightmare?

You did.

It had become painfully clear just how exhausting it was to keep up with a toddler.

Your dear friend had accidentally turned himself into a four-year-old and now you were the only one able to fix it.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You didn’t have much experience when it came to childcare, you figured it was just feeding them food and water and sticking them in front of the tv. But as a purple-haired child clung to your leg while you trudged around the kitchen, you thought to yourself, oh, how wrong you were.

“Cheese! I want cheese!”

“But we don’t have cheese, Levi.” You tried to shake him off your leg but he just held on tighter, “Beel ate it all. Remember?”

Apparently, toddlers don’t respond well to being told no, as he started bawling and thrashing around. You looked around the kitchen for anything else that would shut him up, of course, the fridge was empty as well as the pantry.

“Beel!” You shouted, crossing your arms as you waited for him to come.

No more than a few seconds later, the tall demon was wandering into the kitchen with a hand under his shirt rubbing his stomach. You assumed that he was already heading to the kitchen when you called.

“Hm?”

“Levi is hungry and there’s no more food left.” You pried the child off your leg and shoved him in Beel’s arms, “Deal with it.”

“No! I wanna be with them!” Levi cried out as he kicked his legs at his brother, “Let me go!”

Beel shoved the crying toddler back towards you with a frown, “He doesn’t want to be with me.”

You let out a sigh of frustration and defeat, carrying Leviathan and resting him on your hip. With no food in the fridge, it was hard to find a way to feed him without making him wait too long. Your last hope would be to ask Mammon if he could let you have one of his spicy ramen noodle cups. You walked over to his room, knocking a few times before the door was immediately yanked open.

“Eh? Whaddya want?” Mammon questioned.

“Levi is really hungry and we don’t have any food in the fridge. Could I please have one of your noodle cups?” You frowned.

Mammon looked at the toddler on your hip before raising his gaze back towards you, “Who cares about the little brat? You oughta ditch him and spend time with the Great Mammon instead.”

The tiny arms wrapped around you for support tightened their grip, “No. Only me!”

“Please, Mammon? I promise I’ll pay you back.”

“…fine, but only ‘cause it’s you.”

He disappeared into his room for no more than a minute before begrudgingly handing you two cups of spicy ramen noodles, “You’re probably hungry from havin’ to ran after this idiot all day.”

Cooking the ramen didn’t take very long and fortunately, Leviathan had zero complaints while eating it. On the contrary, he expressed how delighted he was to be eating something that you cooked, though you didn’t have the heart to explain to him that all you did was add boiling water. Now that the toddler had eaten, you could tell he was getting sleepy so you took him to his room to see if he would take a nap.

“Alright, Levi. Time for a nap, get in the tub.”

He shook his head and huffed, “No! I wanna play a game.”

Of course, he did.

“What game?” You sighed.

Leviathan ran over to his desk and grabbed a controller, “This one!”

Not in the mood to argue, you complied and set up the game for him. It was a bit strange to see him sitting in his gaming chair only this time he was about a third of his usual size. You laid down in the bathtub, hoping to relax for just a little bit when he’d started crying— again.

“What’s wrong?” You peeked your head over the edge.

“My hands aren’t big enough.” He pouted, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

You shook your head, “Come here, let’s take a nap. I know you’re tired.”

To your relief, the toddler didn’t object and hesitantly walked over to you. He stood beside the tub, yawning as you picked him up and laid him to rest on top of you. Leviathan nuzzled into the crook of your neck, letting out a relaxed sigh. A blinding light filled the room and suddenly, the weight on top of you became a lot heavier.

“Huh?!” Leviathan lifted his head to look down at you, “W-what’s going on?”

“Oh, good, you’re back to normal. I’ll explain later but right now, we’re taking a nap.” You wrapped your arms around him.

He didn’t object further, though he was at least grateful that you couldn’t see the furious blush on his face.

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blazedbakugou · 3 years

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bajo la misma luna

A story about two lovers destined to fall apart.

a/n: i haven’t posted new content in two weeks and it’s cus I have no motivation to do anything anymore

genre: angst

warnings: heartbreak, food, crying, planes, rejection

word count: 700+

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn!reader

talking to the moon - bruno mars

You never were fate’s favorite. You’d caught on to this early in life, back when you were a kid and despite wishing very hard to be the next Disney star— it never happened. Fate slapped you in the face yet again when you got rejected by your dream university, even after all those sleepless nights you’d spent studying to make sure your grades were the best of the best. Maybe it was a bit dumb to rely on luck so much when it had been proven time and time again that the odds were never going to be in your favor, and still, you held onto that tiny thread of hope that maybe one day things would change.

Your first spur of good luck came when you ran into Oikawa Tooru at the supermarket. He was reaching for the last bag of your favorite chips and it just so happened that you had gotten to them first. It was love at first sight, as they would say. You exchanged numbers, went on dates, and fell in love. Of course, the thing about love is that it doesn’t last forever— even if you really want it to. Everything has an expiration date, even the best of things, the universe can be cruel like that.

Eventually, fate started to show its true colors. With Tooru gaining more traction in his athletic career and you spending more time at auditions for up-and-coming movies, there was hardly any time left in the day to see each other. It was bound to happen, things were going far too well for them to have stayed that way. You had tried to make things work, even when your boyfriend was a thousand and one miles away, you made time to love him. Staying up until ungodly hours of the night just so you could talk to him even if only for a few short minutes before he had to leave again— time differences had become your worst enemy.

Love hurts. People always talked about breaking up with the ex because they couldn’t stand the way they chewed their food or they hated how they always hogged the blanket at night. You could understand why people got out of relationships with a strong distaste for the person they were once in love with. There's a sense of betrayal that came out of something once very beautiful suddenly turning horribly sour. Breakups were shitty but the ones that hurt the most were breakups born out of love. Having to step away from the one you love because you knew that despite how hard you loved one another, it just wasn’t meant to be.

You saw it coming. He hadn’t been the same for a while now, you certainly couldn’t remember the last time he’d called you some disgustingly cute nickname. Tooru didn’t intend to hurt you, but when the heart knows it’s on the verge of breaking, it tends to cause people to distance themselves to lessen the pain. You weren’t much better, some days you’d go without speaking to him at all. Not because you didn’t have the time to but merely because you didn’t feel the need to, not like you had in the beginning when the love was still warm.

The night you and Tooru had officially called things off, the world around you mourned with you. Going on with your day was not easy, but it was manageable, keeping yourself so busy that you wouldn’t have time to break down. Oh, but when night came around and the moon shone down on you, that was when you felt the hurt come to life. Rain fell from the night sky and tears streamed down your face as you got rid of any reminders of him and the love you once shared. Your heart ached for him. How could it not when you were still very much in love with him?

He hadn’t gotten out unscathed either, every time he glanced out the plane window he would think of you. When things had gotten hard, you both would look up at the sky and find comfort in the fact that despite having been torn apart by the world and a cruel twist of fate— you’d both fallen in love under the same moon.

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