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lancermylove · 2 years

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The Unknown Side of Mammon [Oneshot]

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader, established relationship.

Warning: Profanity, graphic violence, blood, and mild angst.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei

Prompt: May I ask you for a oneshot for OM! Mammon x gn!reader (established relationship)? Mammon is laying in bed with sleeping MC, recalling what happened earlier. Scenario - Mammon has a photo shoot, and MC is going to meet him after that or is coming to watch him, but on the way there they are attacked by a demon for some reason. Mammon's crow familiars who are looking after MC when Mammon is not around, are bringing him to help MC (yeah, I just need some Guardian Demon Mammon, please *-_-*). Juuuuust in case - no bread for the crows, please ^_^""" bread is very harmful for birds but it's often used in fics as a bird treat :( Thank you!!

A/N: I just put everything into one part, since it’ll be easier to read! I absolutely love this request and couldn’t stop myself from going into details. Thanks for sending in the great idea, and thanks for the commission! 💖If you do give bread to birds, make sure it’s whole wheat or multi-grain.😂

Word Count: 3,399

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Mammon's eyes shot open, but he immediately regretted his actions when the light from the lamps above scorched his retina. Whose bright idea was it to install lights on the ceiling directly above the headboard? He blinked a couple of times to adjust his vision before turning his head to you.

"(Y/n)?" Mammon patiently waited for you to reply, but you remained perfectly still. "Was I dreamin'? I could've sworn..."

"No..."

"Huh?" The Avatar of Greed sat up halfway on the bed, using his left arm to balance his body, and studied your face. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyebrows scrunched together, and trembling lips - were you having a nightmare? "(Y/n), whatcha dreamin' ‘bout?"

"L-Let go...it hurts...please let go."

That was enough to answer his question. Exhaling loudly, Mammon placed a warm hand on your cheek, hoping his touch would reach you in your dreams. ”(Y/n), you're safe. Mammon...the Great ain't goin' to let anyone hurt ya...not again."

Much to his relief, your tense muscles relaxed, and the frown on your lips slowly straightened out, but a few tears escaped from your closed eyes, tugging at his heartstring. “I swore to protect you, but...”

"Mammon, do not hold yourself accountable for what transpired.” Lucifer’s words echoed in his ears. “Why are you surprised? I have known you for centuries and am well versed with the ways of your mind. The moment you are left alone with your thoughts, your mind will stray into the darkness. 'I failed to protect (y/n). If only I had not accepted the modeling offer. I should have done a better job at protecting them.' You are NOT to think of these thoughts - for your sake as well as (y/n)'s sake."

How did Lucifer know his thoughts even before he thought of them? His brother was right, but how was he not supposed to blame himself? The reason you got hurt was due to his decision, and his decision alone. All he had to do was say no to the job offer, but his greed once again got the better of him.

The Avatar of Greed leaned closer to your face and trailed kisses down your cheek, gentle enough to not wake you up. Wiping off the salty after-taste on his lips with the back of his hand, he rested his forehead against the side of your face and whispered, "I'm sorry for not protectin' ya better. I know this ain't my fault, but if I knew...I wouldn't have accepted the modelin' gig..."

After giving you one more kiss, he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes. That day was supposed to be just like the rest - get the photoshoot done, get paid, and return home with you, so how the hell did it turn into a nightmare?

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The second brother leaned back on the gold-embellished chair, crossed his right leg over his left, draped his arms on the armrests, and looked sharply into the camera lens. Modeling had become second nature to him, and it was the quickest way for him to make easy Grimm. This shoot was a little more special to him since you - his favorite person in the entire universe - were coming to see him modeling live. But what was taking you so long?

Mammon stole a quick glance at the clock between poses. It had been half an hour since you messaged him, and it didn't take that long to walk from RAD to the castle. Did one of his brothers stop you, or did you get caught up in their usual mess? His thoughts were disrupted by soft, feminine voices that belonged to his makeup artist and hairstylist for this photoshoot.

"Mammon-sama looks so hot in that tuxedo...and the way he is looking at that camera. Ah, I wish he would look at me like that."

The hairstylist giggled behind her hands and sighed dreamily, "Do you think Mammon-sama would go out for drinks with us?"

"I doubt it. Remember that human exchange student he's dating?" The makeup artist frowned heavily, "It's too bad he's already taken."

Mammon rolled his eyes at their words; what was so bad about it? You were the best partner he could ask for, and he would not leave you for anything in the world, not even untold riches. 'Did they forget I'm a demon, and demons have sharp hearin'? Every single demon in the room can hear them talkin'.'

"Ladies, you are currently getting paid to work, not gossip," a stern yet graceful voice cut into their conversation. Mammon shifted his gaze slightly to see who interrupted them. 'What's the chief-in-editor doin' here? Also, dammit, what's takin' (y/n) so long?'

Something didn't feel right, and Mammon was growing restless. You couldn't wait to see his photoshoot and planned your entire schedule around it, so why were you not here? The chief-in-editor, Hania, had no reason to be at his photoshoot, so why was she here?

"One more thing, ladies. You are quite wrong about Mammon 'being taken'. "He will be single soon," Hania snickered, and with a little wave of her dainty fingers, she exited the room.

'What the...? The hell's that woman talkin' 'bout? Is she tryin' to shut those women up or somethin'?' A strange feeling brewed in the pits of his stomach, and Mammon felt nauseous. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed his cellphone vibrating but couldn't make out the name on the screen. With each call, Mammon felt breathless. '(Y/n), you're...okay, ain’t ya?'

The next few moments were a blur as the sound of glass shattering, followed by screams, filled the hallway outside the room. All the crew members and Mammon froze until one of the men gathered enough courage to open the door. A flock of crows busted into the room and flew towards the Avatar of Greed, raising havoc in their wake.

Caw. Caw. Caw. The dreadful screeched of the crow forced everyone to cover their ears, everyone except Mammon. What were his familiar doing here? He had specifically ordered them to protect you and stay by your side. Something was definitely wrong, and Mammon knew he had to find you and quickly. No longer caring about the photoshoot or the money, the second brother rushed out of the room.

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He opened his eyes again, but this time, he was mindful not to look directly at the lights overhead. Mammon clearly remembered how terrified his familiars looked and how his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. That was the first time his crows cawed in that manner, and their screams still echoed in his ears. He hoped he would never have to see his beloved familiars in that state again.

Careful not to wake you up, he rolled on his side and took in your peaceful sleeping face. 'Whatcha dreamin' 'bout now? Me? It better be me. I'm goin' to hunt down anyone else who tries to enter your dream.'

The demon shut his heavy eyelids, knowing full well that his mind would wander back to the incident that traumatized you and caused him to unleash a side he didn't know he had.

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His crows led him to the outskirts of Devildom, an area deprived of nature, water, and life alike. The cracks on the barren ground crunched under the pressure of his heavy and rushed steps. How did you manage to get this far out without anyone noticing?

In the distance, Mammon saw more of his familiars circling the gray skies and knew he was getting closer to you. His steps came to a screeching halt the moment he saw you hunched over with all your fingers pressed firmly against your scalp. His wide eyes slowly shifted to the creature behind you, a fiend straight out of someone's worst nightmare. Its scaly blue skin was decorated with red lines, like water cracking to let the magma underneath peek through. Charcoal-colored horns, resembling dried rose stems, tightly wrapped around its face, but the worst part was the demon's eyes, soulless and pitch-black. Mammon felt like he was looking into a void, and to top it all off, it had sharp black claws with blood-dipped tips.

Even though he felt frightened, the sight of the demon's claws gripping your hair snapped the Avatar of Greed out of his shaken state. His familiars desperately tried to get the creature to release you from its clutches by scratching its arm.

"M-Mammon." Though your voice was weak, it had enough power to force him into his demon form.

"Don't dare come any closer," the fiend bellowed. "I'll rip this human's head off."

"What...do ya want? Why the hell are ya doin' this?"

The creature mistook Mammon's trembling voice for fear and let out a laugh that sounded like a dull chainsaw trying to cut through hardwood. "I want this human dead."

He couldn't understand why a random demon who doesn’t know you and who he has never met would want you dead. "Why?"

"For money. One human dead, and I will be a rich demon. No more working or worrying about surviving."

A demon hired to kill? But who would have the courage to go through with this? Everyone in Devildom knew you were under Diavolo and the demon brothers' protection? So who would be stupid enough to go through with this plan?

"One more thing, ladies. You are quite wrong about Mammon 'being taken'. "He will be single soon."

No way. Could it be Hania? But why would a prestigious demon like her take time out of her busy life to hire a hit demon for you? Mammon carefully but quickly thought of his options - call his brothers, have a conversation with the living nightmare in front of him, attack the demon head-on, or call Hania.

'My brothers ain't goin' to make it in time, and (y/n) might get hurt. This walkin' talkin' nightmare ain't the type to have a civil conversation, an' attackin' it might put (y/n) in more danger. Dammit. That leaves just one option...'

"Tell me somethin'. Did Hania hire ya?"

The creature's shoulders shook as a burst of growl-like laughter escaped its cracked lips. "You come off as an idiot...I didn't expect you to figure it out."

Mammon rolled his eyes at the demon's words as he took out his phone, dialed Hania's office number, and put the call on speaker. As soon as she said hello, he growled, "Tell your hit demon to let (y/n) go!"

"Mammon? I was not expecting to hear from you so soon. Seems like today is my lucky day," she taunted. "My dear, you know that's not how this works, right? I can't simply let (y/n) walk away.”

“Why’re ya doin’ this? (Y/n) has done nothin’ to ya!”

“Oh, Mammon, I have no interest in that...human. I am interested in you, and you alone. I still remember the first time I saw you posing for the camera. You looked so dashing, and I couldn't get you out of my thoughts. Since that day, I have wanted you all to myself, but then...that human came along and...," she audible took a deep breath and exhaled. "Never mind that. My darling Mammon, I love you and want nothing but you. So, how about we make a deal? You agree to date me, and I let (y/n) live."

"You..." The second brother bit his tongue to stop himself from verbally exploding on the chief-in-editor. He slowly lifted his eyes from his phone screen to your face, and as expected, you looked like you were about to break down at any given moment. 'Don't look at me like that. Right now, I'm willin' to do anythin' to save ya. I'm sorry, (y/n).'

"So, Mammon, what is your final decision? Shall I order the demon to execute your beloved human, or do you wish to accept my offer?"

Ignoring the stabbing ache in his chest, the Avatar of Greed gritted his teeth and clutched his D.D.D tighter in his hand. "I'll take ya up on your offer. Now tell your hit demon to let (y/n) go!"

"Ma-Mammon? Why?" You could barely get his name out through your trembling lips, and though he heard you, your dear demon refused to look in your direction.

"Asrot, let the human go, but if Mammon attempts to pull any stunts, finish off (y/n). Mammon darling, I expect you to pay me a visit at my office this moment. I shall be waiting for you."

With those poisonous sweet words, Hania ended the call, and Asrot freed your hair from his claws. Mammon couldn't believe it; all those years of playing poker paid off - his bluff actually worked, but now was not the right time to pat himself on the back. He tapped on Lucifer's name and sent a quick message, "(y/n) in trouble N border of DD hurry."

The second Asrot moved away from you, you rushed to Mammon, and his familiars started circling the hit demon, catching it off guard. Realizing something was off, Asrot swatted the air, pushing the crows away, and charged towards your back. The Avatar of Greed zipped past you and carefully grabbed the blue-skinned fiend's hand, stopping him from getting close to you while making sure to avoid the sharp claws.

"(Y/n), don't turn around. Ya hear me? I mean it. Keep your back to me."

Mammon trusted you to listen to his words, and without turning around to check on you, he shoved Asrot back and matched its gaze. "Call me an idiot or make fun of me, I don’t care. Mess with my brothers, and you'll be pushin' your limits. But mess with (y/n), and you ain't goin' to walk away in one piece."

Before the monster could ask what he meant, Mammon's wings opened fully with a loud swoosh, and he lunged right at Asrot's face, knocking the demon onto the dehydrated land. He shoved his fingers in the spaces between the thorn-covered horns and gripped the creature's skull. "In your case, though, I ain't goin' to let ya get away with hurtin' (y/n) and makin' ‘em cry. Fck ya, Asrot!"

Yelling the last three words, Mammon exerted immense force on the demon's head and crushed its skull. He stared at the Asrot's clobbered face for a few seconds as if he expected it to come back to life at a given moment before yanking his fingers away in disgust.

"Dammit," he muttered under his ragged breath as he felt the spikes on Asrot's horns tear into his own flesh. "One down...one mo-"

His words were cut short by Lucifer calling out your name, but he continued to stand with his back to you and his brother.

"(Y/n), are you alright?" The Avatar of Pride extended his hand to you and helped you to your feet, but right as he was about to inquire how you got here, Lucifer's eyes landed on his sibling. "Mammon...?"

With a fire still burning in his usually serene orbs, the second brother turned around and confidently met Luci's wide eyes. Mammon raised his hands a little and jerked them in an attempt to remove the blood on his hands.

"Can ya take (y/n) back home for me? I still have some unfinished business to take care of." Without saying a word to you, he took off into the skies and disappeared into the darkness. Mammon knew Lucifer would ask you to tell him what happened from A to Z, and he also knew you would give his sibling every little detail. Most of all, though, the Avatar of Greed trusted Luci to reassure you that he, Mammon, loved you dearly and would never leave you. After all, no demon or angel knew or understood him better than his big brother.

It didn't take long for him to reach his next destination, Hania's office. Once her office window came into view, Mammon changed the angle of his body, pressed his feet together, and slammed the bottom of his boots into the thick glass.

From behind the wall of broken flying glass fragments, he saw the chief-in-editor jump up from her sofa and back into the furthest corner of the room. Hania's disc-sized lavender-blue eyes shot to his blood-soaked hands before returning to his face. Mammon didn't give her time to react and flew straight at her with his right hand extended in front of him. He latched onto her throat and slammed her back against the white marble wall, cracking the stone slab. Hania frantically scanned his anger-laced face, not knowing what to do or say.

"Stay as far away from me as ya can. I'm never goin' to work for ya again, and if I see ya anywhere near my brothers or (y/n), I'm goin' to rip your head clean off your shoulders."

Giving her neck one last tight squeeze, Mammon tossed her aside as if she was a weightless rag doll. He turned his back to her and headed for the broken window but stopped a few steps short.

"You said ya love me, but," Mammon spoke with his wings still facing her. His voice started as a whisper but quickly elevated to a thunderous roar, "Do ya even know what love means? If ya truly loved me, you would want to see me happy! Yet you...YOU attacked the person closest to my heart. That's not love!"

Not wanting to be in her presence any longer, Mammon clutched his fists, spread his wings, and leaped out the window, heading to his final destination. Once he reached the House of Lamentation, the Avatar of Greed leaned against the side of the house and closed his eyes. 'What the fck...what the actual fck.'

Mammon slumped to the ground with his shoulder pressed against the home's exterior wall. Everything that happened, from the moment his familiars came crashing into his photoshoot, all the way to flying out of Hania's office, flashed behind his closed eyelids. The realization of what could have happened made its way into his mind, followed by streams of tears rushing down his cheeks.

'I nearly lost 'em...I nearly lost (y/n). Dammit. They got hurt 'cause of me, and I...I let 'em get hurt. Why didn't I protect 'em better? (Y/n)...I've to see (y/n)! I need to let 'em know I'm not breakin' up with 'em.'

Roughly wiping his tears with the clean parts of his jacket sleeves, Mammon hopped to his feet and ran into the house. As soon as he saw you, the Avatar of Greed threw his arms around you and pressed your body close to his chest. ”(Y/n)! A-Are ya hurt? What's...wrong?"

He released you from his grip and traced your eyes to his crimson-coated hands, wincing at the sight. Right, he forgot to wipe his hands. Returning his gaze to your expressionless face, Mammon asked, his voice shaking a bit, with a hint of guilt. "Are ya...afraid of me?"

While waiting for your answer, he dearly hoped you didn't see what he did to Asrot, but your smile helped relax his tense muscles. "No, Mammon. Thank you for saving me."

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for sayin' I'm goin' to leave ya. Y'know I never do that...don't ya?"

"I know, Mammon. I trust you."

A gentle warmth spread through his heart, erasing all the worry and anger the day had given him. He affectionately pressed his chapped lips on the top of your head and rested his forehead against yours.

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A smile danced on his lips as he recalled your words, you trusted him, and he would make sure to never break that trust. He slightly cracked opened his eyes to take a peek at your tranquil face.

"Sometimes I think I'm livin' in a dream, and one day, I'll wake up to find ya gone. I've ain't told anyone this and ain't goin' to tell ya either...'cause Mammon the Great ain't weak an' all, but...that's my biggest fear - wakin' up to find ya gone." Pausing for a bit, Mammon took hold of your right hand, linked his fingers with yours, and whispered in a vulnerable and gentle voice, "I love ya, (y/n). Please...don't leave me. I can't think of livin' a life without ya by my side. Y'know this line is cliche an' all, but...a life without ya is meaningless."

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