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emweach · 3 years

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NIGHT - A Mammon x MC (GN) fic

Pairing: Mammon x Sherra (OC MC), relationship yet to be established Tag: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Word count: 1,8k words Warnings: depression, mental breakdown, mild SH No beta because internally I die like Lilith

The window rattled as he forced it open to get in. His wings fluttered a few times before retracting into is back. With just a blink of the eyes, Mammon turned back into his human-passing form, the twisted horns disappeared on his head.

It was night, well the concept of day and night was abstract to Denizens since the "sky" always had this murky purple-ish color throughout time, anyhow according to the clock by consensus it was bed time, hours after curfew. He was just home from a noisy party night involving some betting and other illicit activities which may or may not had given him some extra little debt. He had also popped a few drinks and his body now reeked of alcohol and perfume from the succubi. In shorts, he had broken pretty much every promises he had made with Lucifer, and if he showed up at frontdoor right now Lulu would definitely go for his neck. And so there he was, dashing at the human exchange student's room in search of a hideout for the time being, what're they called again? Sherry? Sherra? Sherra it is. And if Sherra complained he could just threaten them and bare his fangs they would probably shut the fuck up and do as he said.

But here's the thing, Mammon wasn't quite sure what kind person the brand new rent-free resident (wait does he know what rent means) was. The mastermind behind the formation of his pact with them was Levi, they simply played along and ended up with something too powerful for their own good. A mere human like them! They seemed so unfazed by his threats, and always stick their nose in others' business! And so his brain rushed to come up with another threat, something new and different and might work.

The matress rustled as Sherra turned to his direction. He could make out their tired insomnious eyes in the dim light from the sky.

"Can you leave please?" Their whisper sounded so flat. No sign of irritation nor anger. No emotion in particular.

"Nah Lucifer will kill my ass!" Mammon retorted, tried to make himself sound as angry as possible while maintaining his volume at a level where it couldn't be heard from the outside. He closed the window behind his back in the same manner - aggressive but silent "So listen up human, I need ya to hide me out for tonight, or else I'll-"

"Fine whatever just, don't speak."

Sherra cut him off before he could finish his sentence as they tossed to the other side. Their body curled up defensively like a fetus. Mammon was about to comment on their audacity to command like that when 2 knocks landed on the outside of their door."Sherra are you awake?" Lucifer's voice sounded muffled from behind the layer of wood.

Mammon cursed under his breath furiously. His eyes darted around the room for a place to hide. But his mind went blank from panic. And before he could realise, he had already been crawling under their bed.

Lucifer knocked again. This time, Mammon could hear the sharp breath Sherra took. It sounded as if they flinched at every noise being made. They tried to take even deeper breaths, as if they were trying to surpress something. He almost forget to press himself at the blindspot cornef and crawled out to ask them. But the creeking of the door stopped him in time.

"Sherra? Sorry for disturbing your sleep, but is Mammon here? I can't find him anywhere."

He could once again hear the matress rustling. Seemed like they got up a bit. Now his heart was beating in his ears. His lobes were heating up from anxiety. What he was chanting in his head was probably the demons' equivalent of praying. Would the human expose him? What would he do after that? How to deal with Lucifer this time? Thousands of thoughts ran through his head at that moment. He felt as if he would explode.

"...As far as I know, no. My windows are.. always closed at night.."

Sherra sounded draggy, as if they had been sleeping. Even though they were wide awake when he intruded their room.

"Is that so. Sorry for disturbing. Good night."

"Said the one who woke me up in the first place."

Lucifer flinched at their remark. The exchange student was quite a handful with their attraction to troubles and passive aggressive behaviour. But so far they had caused no actually serious trouble, so he just let it slide, at least for the time being.Mammon waited for the door to close completely. He pressed his ear onto the floor to make sure that Lucifer was as far from Sherra's room as possible. Sticking his head out, he complained.

"What the actual fuck??? I was scared shitless! Why didn't ya just answer him immediately-"

"I'm just tired ok?"

And yet they seemed so restless. Their chest heaved as they forced more air into their lungs. Their shoulders arked up and shivered. Sherra was squirming. As if they were trying to repress pain and put on a brave face. But they are failing, miserably. "My eyes look dead haha" he remembered them making that nonchalant remark, but the way they stared at oblivion right now seemed even more lifeless. In fact, he wasn't even sure if they are actually seeing anything. Not because of the weak light surrounding them, but the way they looked like they were somewhere else, somewhere far worse in the comfort of their room. It's concerning. Mammon hated to admit it, but their state was making him increasingly nervous.

"...Ya OK?" What a dumb question he made, obviously they weren't. But he was antsy, all he could do was ask.The question seemed to snap them out for a brief momment. Sherra turned to look at him, their gaze incredulous until something started to sink in. Their throat was dry, so dry that they choked on air. Hands pressed against their face in a desperate attempt to push down everything that was on the verge of overflowing. But it was no use. They started sobbing. Breaths sharp but shallow. Hiccups got inbetween their breaths and they burst into tears. As if the glass mask they had tried to keep on shattered to thousand pieces. Sherra started hitting their own forehead with their carpuses and knuckles while shaking violently.

This time Mammon started panicking for real. He grabbed their wrists to keep them from hitting themself even more. He could now see their face, twisting and crunching to force all the tears out. 'Why are ya crying? Is it my fault? Nah I haven't done anything! WhatthefuckshouldIdodammmmn' was just an excerpt of the myriad of screams that was rushing through his head. He doubted they would actually tell him how they were, and he couldn't really offer anything to solve their problems either. He was supposed to simply hide in their room until Lucifer no longer patroled around (which might take an eternity or two), not to watch the exchange student have a fucking mental breakdown while he was a mess on the inside.

But he couldn't just stand there baffled, right? Being awkward was embarrassing, and being incompetent was petrifying. He hated being helpless, it brought bad memory and a bitter taste to his tongue. He couldn't stand it. He had to do something. The human was under his custody, entrusted to him by Lucifer. And so, he must take care of them.Mammon released his grip on their wrists and held their hands instead. His thumbs drew circle in their palms, and his fingers lightly pressed against their knuckles. There was no actual basis behind how such gesture could help calm someone down, but it could distract them a little bit. He continued massaging their hands in silence, patiently waiting for their crying to calm down.

After a while, it actually worked. Sherra tried to take deep breath in, slow breath out, even. They had stopped tearing up, despite still sniffing now and then.

"Ya calmed down?" Mammon finally broke the silence, to which they nodded. His hands were still doing their work.

"Haaaa, how embarrassing. I broke down in front of someone I have met for, like, a week haha. Guess I'm really a stupid useless mess after all."

How malicious they were towards themself. This case seemed to be even worse than Levi the moody edgelord of the house. That just concerned Mammon even more, he had spent millennia with Levi knowing how bad self-deprecation could get.

"Ya still think you're useless?"

"I always do. Sometimes I cry and sometimes I don't. Suppose that's the only difference."

Sherra answered nonchalantly, perhaps too nonchalant for a topic like that.

"If you have me around for long enough, you'll probably see how much of a waste of space I am haha."

The way they were so casual about shit talking themself irritated him, saddened even.

"Well listen up, ya have a pact with Mammon-sama, one of the rulers of Hell. Consider that a PRIVILEGE and ACHIEVEMENT will ya, because it is. Also, I'm your guardian, I have to take care of you or Lucifer will whoop my damn ass, think of that as a blessing!"

"It wasn't that hard though. Beside, does that make me the same levels as the witches that you're stuck with?" This time, they chuckled for real. It was tired, but genuine.

"Shaddup. Only the powerful ones can make a pact with ME. I ain't givin' free giveaways with my pacts. Also they are all serious business!"

"Yeah, woohoo Mammon-sama!" Sherra sounded sarcastic again, and it kinda got on his nerves. But they had calmed down, and that's good, right?

"And you have been holding my hands for the whole time haven't you?"

To their surprise, Mammon didn't reply flusterely, nor did he shake their hands off. Mammon simply shrugged, hand still in hand. Warm.

"It's... kinda nice though."

Exhausted from crying, Sherra sheepishly remarked as they drifted into sleep. Their hands rested in his. Their breath even, and the sniffing had stopped.

Mammon felt pain and nostalgia. The sight of Sherra squirming made his heart ache. At some points he wished he could pull them into an embrace. He didn't dare to, there was nothing between them (yet), so such intimate act might make Sherra even more defensive. Still, holding their hands seemed to be enough for now. He liked the way their fingers intertwined with his. Small touches, but they sent warmth all over his body.

This was not the first time he dealed with a problem like this though. The memory of that fateful night, when he and his brothers were banished from the Celestial Realm, when their wings were ripped apart when they fell out of grace. Lucifer was falling apart, and his younger brothers were crying. Mammon was the one to ease them to sleep. He witnessed them crying and shivering, tossing and turning in their sleep. Back then, he was their protector.

And now he was Sherra's protector. He felt the obligation to protect them from everything, even from themself. Even from himself.

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emweach · 3 years

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Nothing much just some midnight self-indulgent stuff. No beta because im me.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairing: Mammon x Sherra (GN OC, they/them)

To determine what a breakdown is, is hard. So at some point Sherra simply takes it as "I don't really know what's going on inside my head but it is definitely not good vibe". The severity varies. Sometimes they stop whatever they have been doing and zone out. Sometimes they start sobbing and shaking, their tears are forced to ooze out as their facial muscles violently spasm. In worst cases there is red.

Well, today isn't THAT bad. Something akin to the sound of a waterdrop - not too startling, but enough to draw one's attention - strikes their nerves. They suddenly feel so... detached. Unable to conjure up the meaning behind this subtle wave of feelings that floods their headspace, they simply feel bad. About what though? Sherra dig into the messy pile of their identity in search of the answer, the biased and subjective answer that they get frustratingly defensive on.

"I don't really know, but I'm horrible."

"What makes you thing so?"

"Me being here is pure chance. Everything- I feel so disoriented and lost and I'm losing grip on everything. I don't deserve.. this, all of this, because I am-"

Thousands of voices, all theirs, ring. Their mind is silence, with screams and shouts overlapping each other. Sherra can't even tell if their head is actually occupied with such thoughts, or they are all just incomprehensible noises, or the brain is once again tricking itself that it is what's going on. Heck, they can't even make up a sensible explanationt for, well, all of this.

The DDD in their hand reaches its time out and the screen turns to black. One blink. Two blinks. They see the reflection of their eyes. It takes them a while to actually feel their physical senses. There is a numbing ache spreading across theirn skull. There is a swollen something in their throat. Sherra drops (they manages to stop themself from throwing) the DDD onto the matress, and walks up to him.

Mammon, lying on the couch nearby, scrolling whatever bullshit on his DDD, is taken aback. Sherra wraps their arms around his torso and buries their face into his chest. His agressive bravado almost goes off with a retort at that instant, but he manages to stop it in time. Their soft sigh alerts him that this is not the mundane prank that they pull from time to time.

He combs his fingers into Sherra's hair, his palm gently pat onto their head. For a while both of them just stay silent like that, his headpats, and the uncomfortable pose that neither break free from.

"Do ya wanna talk 'bout it-" It comes out as a whistle "whatcha thinking..."

They reply him with silence.

"S'pose that's a no. But hey, let's get to the bed, it is more comfy there."

Sitting up, Mammon took them into his arms. He carefully lays them down onto the bed and positions himself right next to them. And he embraces their frame, keeping them as close as possible to his body. One of his arms tucks between their body and the matress, his hands rubs their back. Tenderly.

"Sherra, I love ya a lot, and you know it, right?"

"And I think ya brilliant, can never ask for a human better than ya."

"And I'm so damn lucky, 'cuz ya chose me, to hold ya like this, to spend time with ya like this..."

His little rambling is responded with silence. Sherra doesn't even look up at him. The buries their face deeper into his chest. Their hands grip onto his shirt.

"So whatever bullshit is going on your mind- it isn't true. Ya'r lying to yourself!"

Can Sherra believe in his assurance? No, not yet. They keep fighting and nagging in their mind, that they don't deserve to be treated with such gentleness, to be loved, to be appreciated. But at the same time, they just want to indulge in Mammon's warmth. Sherra slowly drifts into the bliss of sleep.

Nothing can erase that wave of feelings, but for the time being Sherra can put it on hold.

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