Sales gone bad

by JOW8 (LyxVija), LyxVija

Summary:

One accident was all it took for sales to crash. The king of Greed was beyond livid. Maybe this time it was the wrong choice to try and soothe your large lover...

Notes:

Warning! Physical Abuse, but accidental.
Mammon is furious, and you happened to be too close to him when he was not really in control of his senses.

Happy end. Mammon is remorseful.

Chapter 1: Someone´s gonna pay for this...

Summary:

Your words always came through to him... but maybe not when his Greed was going haywire.

Sales went down fast.

The notifications shook the modern device relentlessly.

With one blow, a stash of papers swirled through the air. Electric sparks threatened to set them on fire as they descended on the floor.

Heavy, ragged breathing emitted from the sin´s powerful jaws. Droplets of spit clung to his lips and chin after a storm of curses had burst from his mouth seconds ago. Clawed fingertips sliced through the sturdy hardwood desk´s surface.

Green smoke ascended from the corners of his mouth. The rage inside of him still boiling his insides, the deadly sin walked over to the large glass front displaying Greed´s buzzing morning streets.

One mistake was all it took to lose a grand fortune that should have been safely residing in Mammon´s pocket. Yet, one wrong click was all it took to set it all ablaze.

The fists not buried into the large office desk gripped the fabric of his suit tightly, shaking with fury.

No cigar nor alcohol would be able to soothe him this time. The burning, gnawing sensation in his chest mercilessly dug into his insides, infecting his whole body. No cure for that vile emotion. Not that there would ever be one!

At this very moment, his whole focus lay on calming the gargantuan beast inside of him, threatening to break free. The giant clown could feel its claw and roar at its weak restraints.  If it were to exit the prison, this whole damn building would blow up and shatter into pieces.

The only word bringing him this suffering is also the one restraining him from letting go of these chains: money. Losing control meant losing more money.

Mammon swallowed the bile that had forced its way up from his esophagus. Gripping his jester tails, the gargantuan demon forced himself to gulp down the disgusting sensation, sending his nerves on fire.

The bloody bastard responsible for this will be hanging by a rope at the end of the day. Oh, he´d gladly watch hell rabid hellhounds tear down that useless worm's flesh once they figured out who it was.

A quick knocking on the door ripped him out of the slightly satisfying daydream.

When he turned around, he saw a small creature standing in the doorway, who did not bother to wait for a response. He would have killed anyone by now who even dared enter his office without waiting for his approval. Mammon did not take pride in his status as a sin, but he viewed that kind of action as a form of utter disrespect.

No matter how dire the situation. People always knock at a sin´s door.

Everyone, but not you.

The only exception. Yes, an exception in many things. Your sudden, rude entrance irked the god of all clowns, but of course, he was willing to let it slide for now.

Two round eyes filled with concern gazed up into his glowing green ones.

Everyone else would have been dead by now, except you.

He could hold it together.

Rounding the ridiculously large desk, you wrapped your arms around one of his arms. Clutching tight, not letting go. As if this act to comfort him could have been of use…

Ignoring your tight clasp, he stood up straight. Maybe it was showing its effect all right.

Until you opened your damn mouth and asked about the sales.

The monster was back rattling at the cage.

He listened to your empathetic words, trying to reach him, the purposeful “soul” that resided somewhere deep inside.

At one point, he couldn't help shoving you away and snapping at you to stop that ridiculous talk. He did not have time for this sensitive bullshit of yours! A promising project blew up just moments ago, and the last thing the sin needed was an immature little hell-born trying to calm him out of it…

A call. The ugly electronic caused his temper to rise again. 

 

Snatching the damned device from the desk, he barked into the screen.

 

Useless!! Why would they call him to inform their more than pissed off boss that they still didn't figure it out?? Fucking imbeciles!

 

Impatiently, he stomped his foot, at least hoping some useful information at the end would please him the slightest. When the fumbling and rambling kept going on, he ground his jagged, sharp teeth together. 

 

A sound to his right. The king didn't bother. He was so close to tearing this whole place apart. That and any other place in hell. Fuck them. Fuck everything! He was so incredibly furious that he didn't even notice the sparks emitting from him.

 

A sound to his left. He turned away.

 

That cunt on the phone had the nerve to call him and bring nothing but bad news! 

His fists were shaking, his nerves on fire, his body on the verge of bursting as he paced restlessly on the same spot for minutes now.

 

A louder noise from behind. He didn't budge. He couldn't care less.

 

An annoying, feeble tug on the fabric of his clown costume. A quick, unspeakably irritating, hasty sensation.

 

He swirled around, shouted, got rid of, and shut out the unnecessary disturbance.

 

Back to his phone, hunched over in a thinking pose. Fuck, he missed half of what that idiot was saying for a second. Vision blinded by fury, it really didn't matter that he stood in the corner now - he just needed to keep on moving.

You, on the other hand, were not. You were not with him, following his restless steps along the wall.

 

You were lying on the ground.  Upper body hunched over, hand gripping your head.

 

Blood 

 

Black liquid oozing from an open wound, flowing over your swollen features. You looked at the hand coated in blood. Trembling, you watched the droplets glide down your wrist. The sharp pain has not accompanied you yet…

 

Shock, that's what you felt. One moment, you tried to soothe your large boyfriend, hoping to snap him out of that phone call, which obviously only had agitated him more and more.

 

You tried to stand up - your back hurt! You flinched and your legs buckled, making you fall back down. Breathing the pain away, you clasped the wall for support and heaved yourself up. Struggling and failing to stand on your two legs, you stared at the still highly disgruntled, deadly sin stomping up and down.

You just wanted to help…

Your head hurt… it hurt so much…

…………………………………………………………………………..

Gliding along the walls of the hallway, you had trouble keeping yourself from sagging back to the ground. Eyelids heavy as bricks, you dragged your feet forward. Only a secretary stopped in his tracks, asking you about the king´s whereabouts, about his mental state. The mere look at your head caused the male shark to stand stock still.

“Mammon… is not in the mood.”

After your simple warning, the man remained silent and didn´t move. Even when you went long past him, he didnt move.

After what felt like the longest journey in your life, you arrived at the sickroom of Mammon´s grand office. Tumbling inside, more shocked eyes met you. At first, they rushed to you, aware of your worth to the ruler of Greed, but as soon as you told them that it was Mammon himself who caused your state, they flinched and shied away from you, as if they had just touched hot iron.

They let you lie there. In the corner, in a bed. Of course, they treated your wounds and gave you medicine. However, your state worried them. It was after you started to feel sick that they knew these symptoms were more than worrisome. Hushed voices barked about the options left for them. They debated on what to do. If their king brought these wounds onto you, it would be unwise to bring you to the hospital. Knowing your lack of insurance and that your security was only tied to Mammon, they couldnt just send you away to a costly treatment. If he inflicted these bruises onto you, it surely was meant as some kind of disciplinary act and they´d await the same treatment, if they mildered your punishment.

Lucky for you, one of them was able to persuade the others that if you, in fact, had a severe concussion or died from internal bleeding, the deadly sin would kill them all for sure. Bringing you to a hospital would only infuriate him, and they´d get a beating of their lifetime or lose their jobs. A better option than the first.

After they dragged you out, your consciousness started to get blurry. You could only remember wrenching your guts out at least two times. The rest was just a colorful play of lights, a car, strange rooms, and then a soft bed, you had desperately clung to, cause a sudden headache threatened to pop your brain out of your head.

 

…………………………………………………………..

It took hours. HOURS! Or minutes? Fuck, he didnt care.

Wait, no. It was dark outside. Pitch black. FUCKING HELL. That wretched incident stole him a whole bloody day. A day when he lost money, but was too distraught to think about getting some back!! Curse those emotions. Curse that bastard who brought that upon him and everyone Mammon almost killed today. Glad that the worm´s innards were not hanging outside the building.

The giant bug demon plopped himself back into the massive, cushioned office chair. He let out an exhausted breath and downed the rest of his whiskey. Letting himself sink against the soft backrest, which answered with a loud groan, he relaxed for a few minutes, but then rolled his head forward again.

He had spent most of his day seething and brooding over that incident. Now it is late and already dark outside. The most important question now: Where were you?
You should have been home by now, or at least tell him you left?

Mammon checked his phone, which had a few cracks.

No messages.

WHY

Where the fuck were you?? And why didnt you tell him? Did you just head home and be slacking around while he had the worst time of his life?? What kind of partner is that??? Leaving their boyfriend alone in such a challenging time!

Wait, maybe you didnt leave? If you didnt write, then you didnt leave? Maybe you were still in the office? Working! Yes! You were working! Working for him! Trying to bring that mess under control, which brought him so much pain and suffering! Yes, bitch! You were supporting him, alright!!

Fueled by all the lucky hormones zooming through his giant bug noggin, he teleported a few floors down, where your desk was - where you were supposed to be.

With a confetti-filled electric boom, the heavy clown poofed into the tiny office, landing on one foot while striking his happiest cown pose, flashing his best smile.

Only to see you weren't there. The office was empty.

What the heck?!?!

You left him?! In a time like this?! Not even thinking about him and just leaving like that?! Mammon growled. The frustration from before came back double, no triple, no tenfold! Ungrateful brat! Of course, he was a capable businessman, but a man needs his sweet pets and soft touches too?! You better be home and welcoming him with open arms… ready to cuddle and mend his wounded heart…

The jester grabbed his phone and wildly tapped on the display, ready to track your device and find your current location. His eyes grew wide when he saw you were still in the building - YAY YOU WERE SUPPORTING HIM- wait, why were you 4 stories down below? There is nothing there?

Whatever. With another explosion, he teleported away again.

Way down below, he landed in the spacious room, in the middle of all the beds. Beds? Where the fuck-

“S-Sir!”

“Y-your Highness?!”

Three fumbling creatures cowered in the corner of the room. The sin ignored them and just followed the instructions of his app. Next to one of the beds, Mammon found your jacket hanging on a chair.

“What in the… why´s this hanging here?! Oi, answer me, you ugly cunts!!”

One of the three finally stepped forward.

Mammon couldnt believe what he just heard.

HAH! A fight? No, you and he didnt have a-

What. You were hurt?

YOU WERE HURT BADLY?!

WOUNDED?! BLEEDING?!? SWOLLEN?!

Glowing green sparks glitched around his form. Grabbing one of those pathetic insects, he demanded more information. Confused, they repeated their story, but the part of him … being the cause.. NO!

NO! This can´t be true. No, they were lying! Look at their ugly mugs! They are idiots!! He didnt do it?!

An accident… you must have had an accident but- FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT WAS HE STILL DOING HERE?!

Finally snapping out of the initial shock, a sharp stinging pain shot through his heart. The familiar tugging was back again. Someone hurt what was his. YOU WERE HURT. You were in danger!! He had to get to you! His little love was in danger?!? You were fragile and could break so easily!

After slapping the hellborn's face in front of him, Mammon growled and barked, demanding the man to tell him about your whereabouts!! Several green eyes pierced through the skin of his forehead, boring deep into the small man´s soul. As soon the the large sin heard a name, he teleported away. A grand explosion cracked the walls. Fuck the walls! Long-distance teleportation was dangerous and left more of an impact, but the royal couldnt care any less.

The information about his little love tremendously hurt had finally set in, and as the giant king tore through half the entrance of the hospital, he foamed with a newfound but familiar rage. A wild rage, once again, threatening to burst through. Luckily, right now, he had enough restraint. Losing himself now to his greed would just bring more harm to what was his. To what was taken away. Wounded and left unprotected. Unprotected by him!

His possession in the hands of others.

Thick green smoke poured from his mouth, pressing through his teeth as he spoke. As he threatened, as he growled. The king demanded to be brought to his one true treasure, which his heart longed to be near. The only one allowed to touch what any person would call a soul.

You belonged to him. Your everything. Your body, your mind, your soul.
In return, he granted you his heart. Only you and you alone.

Not even thinking about the impact, the sin kicked the double doors open. Leading into a private room. There in the middle, you lie on the bed. Eyes closed. A transfusion stuck in your arm. A monitor signaling you were very much alive. Mammon should have been relieved at seeing those signals, but the sight of you in that state made his heart clench and his chest tightened, feeling as if it would implode.

He rushed to your side within seconds. Bringing one hand under your head, with another he cupped your cheek, holding you, like he always would when he came home late with you already fast asleep. Tired eyes greeted him back. A weary smile was all you could give, and then your eyelids fell shut again.

Now, finally, he got to take in the sight in front of him. One side of your face swollen, the other draped in bandages. It was as if someone had sent a poisoned knife straight into his chest and twisted it for good measure. He couldnt believe what he just saw…

“My love… my treasure…” the deadly sin whispered, only for you to hear. Except that your mind was already sunken into a deep slumber. Feeling a strong tug in his heart, Mammon wished he could kiss your forehead, like he always used to do, but seeing you in such an utterly shattered and broken state, he was more than afraid he would break you… break you even more. Even if it was just his lips. No, he didnt want to see you in pain. Seeing you like this already hurts. Someone could have ripped his guts out, and it would have felt the same.

There he was. The great Mammon, in his business suit, on the ground. Right beside you. Watching you with a pained expression. His claw only dared to softly stroke over your tiny fingers. Seeing that they were mostly unharmed, he hoped that this gentle touch was safe for you. Still, he monitored your face closely, watching for any motion that signaled any discomfort or pain. If that was the case, he would retreat and stop his light touches.

He had sat there for 20 minutes. Refusing to move. One hand gently caressing your hand or upper arm. The large clown would have pulled you into his arms and cradled you close… if only he could. This was the safest way to touch you. How could anyone expect him not to touch you when his soul screamed and begged for him to take you away, into safety. Into his home. Into his cave, right where everything was protected… but the beeping of the machines reminded him that this is right where you belonged.

Only here were you truly safe right now.

Notes:

What do you do when you finally get some spare time again, and have four fanfics waiting to be continued?

Yes, write a massive two-part one-shot.

Hope y´all are doing good. This is a little something I wrote in between the busy times. Chapter two should be coming soon.

Chapter 2: Time to pay the price

Notes:

Yo, I am tired and I wanted to finish this.
Again, I wrote more than anticipated. Will probably proofread and rewrite a few bits, idk when.

That night, he didn't leave your side.

In the morning, when you woke up, you were greeted by the large sin's head resting on the edge of the bed, right next to you. Your lover must have fallen asleep in that more than awkward position. His head was right next to yours. Probably waiting for you to wake up, to ask you if you wanted to leave and go home with him. Instead of listening to your basic needs to go to the toilet, you watched him gently inhale and exhale. The position was causing him to snore slightly, which sounded more like a dragon´s low rumbling than a real snore.

He was a little… ahem - big dragon, alright.

Getting your sweet fill of the fuzzy face, you looked around and finally took in your surroundings. Wait. You were in a hospital? Confused, you gently stroked the sin's fluffy cheek.

“Hey.. Mamo?”

With a deep growl, Mammon slowly opened his eyes, looking more than worn out and not at all happy to be woken up, but the sight of your bruised face snapped him out of his selfish thoughts.

“Yer awake! Me love!! How are ya?! Does it hurt?? Are ya alright?!” he spat and shouted in an instant, too close to your face.

“I am okay… what about you, are you good?”

His eyes grew wide. “The fuck are ya talkin’ now!? Look ya, mate?! All torn up?!” Toxic green eyes squinted menacingly. “What happened? Tell me, who did this to ya…” his last words sounded more threatening, his fear replaced with growing anger.

“It was nothing… just an accident. I wasn´t…” You pondered over your words and decided against revealing the truth to him. “I wasn't careful… and got hurt. It was my fault. I am sorry I made you worry, really,” you whispered and cupped his soft, chubby cheek.

But the sin couldn't believe what he just heard.

“Your fault? YOUR FAULT?! Don´t fuck around, tell me who it was right now!” he hissed, demanding an answer so he could rip that ugly, soon-to-be-dead loser to shreds. Sparks were flying around him dangerously, and the lights of the room began to flicker in an instant. “Ya don't need to make excuses for sum’ worthless vermin fuck…if they hurt ya, they choose the outcome themselves, eh?”

“Nobody, it was nobody, really… I tripped. I fell down the stairs.”

The room went quiet, and Mammon´s lips turned into a frown.

If he could, he would have gripped your face, forcing you to look into his pools of green. Instead, he clasped the bed sheet tightly, piercing his claws into it.

“Not buyin' that.”

You looked away, lips sealed shut.

“Who did it?”

“I told you.

Nobody.”

A deep guttural growl emitted from the sin's throat. Pools of smoke leaked from the sides of his mouth, and he stood to his full height, glaring you down. Some of the interior shook slightly, and you could feel the pressure of the hair inside the room fall.

Before the expected outburst of green could happen, your large boyfriend just flailed his hands and then stomped onto the ground repeatedly, causing it to crack.

You jerked in response and crawled onto your pillow. However, the panicked movement caused a crushing sensation throughout your skull. With a loud groan, you gripped your head, but instantly regretted it when the hot, swollen skin punished you in an instant with another wave of pain.

Seeing you wince and cower under the injuries immediately put a halt to his growing anger, and his features morphed into regret for causing you harm… and making you withdraw in fear.

Unable to just silence the voices in his head, demanding that the ones to be punished who hurt you this badly be punished, the king of Greed let out a long, exasperated breath filled with pools of green smoke.

“We´ll talk ´bout it later.”

………………………………………………………….

 

Mammon had brought you home. For the rest of the day, he tried to pry the information out of you. Find the culprit and make them pay for what they did to what was his.

Despite his anger, he tried to be gentle. He did his best…
And you loved him for that.

That´s why you couldn´t tell him.

No matter how hard he pressed, you stayed silent.

In the evening, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Traveling back to the Mammon Tower, into his grand office, he cornered the doctors who were in charge. His first thought was that they had hurt you. Even if it didn't make sense, you being clumsy and “just falling down the stairs” was just such a sorry excuse.

Almost peeing their pants, they insisted they were innocent. However, he always received the same answer. They all pleaded to believe them that you mentioned it was him.

You wouldn't say such a thing… You were no liar, and it made no sense either. Your tiny noggin´ was suffering from your concussion. Your words couldn't be trusted from back then!!

There was an easy solution to this.

A big smoke-filled explosion later, and he stood in the middle of the control room. A simple “out” had his subjects scatter out of the room like little cockroaches. In front of the many large screens, Mammon looked for today's video footage of you in the doctor's office.

There. His empty green eyes scanned the large screen, but after skipping forward, he indeed found that the doctors were innocent. It was frustrating; the demon scratched his face in annoyance. Oh, how gladly he would have shredded them to bits here and now. 

 

No time. The vengeful sin needed to find the true culprit.

Out in the hallways.

Nobody.

Just your poor limping form, dragging itself through the deserted hallways…

His heart ached. Mammon´s fists were shaking, holding back the urge to touch the screen… No, he needed to keep searching.

The elevator.

Nothing inside. Only you leaning against the wall, eyes drooping heavily.

With each floor passing, Mammon´s stomach twisted and turned. An eerie feeling settled in the depths of his belly, silently waiting for you to step outside.

But you didn't.

At the 113th floor, you left… or entered.

His blood ran cold. Unmoving, he kept watching. Kept clicking the footage.

As soon as he saw you leave the two golden and black double doors, the jester had to pause for a few seconds. Gripping the surface in front of him tightly, the bug demon clenched his jaws. 

 

A pop-up with his grinning symbol demanded a password. Only certain individuals had the right to get a glimpse of what was going on in the king's office. After his claws flew over the keyboard, he hastily typed in the time and date.

Fuck.

His world was turning. Almost fainting, Mammon couldn't help but stare at your body leaning against the wall. Broken and bruised.

Bleeding.

What got his stomach in a storm of revolt, was not you… Despite his chest aching and his eyes already burning, what really set him off was the large and fat creature in the back of the office.

It was like watching a nightmare.

Pacing around like a rapid animal. Hands and fists furiously gesturing at hell knows who in that moment. He forgot what it was about, and he couldn't care less at the moment. The sale´s drop meant shit to him right now.

What really set his senses on fire was that bastard of a clown pacing up and down… while you lay there shattered and broken, and he not giving a damn.

It didn't take long. The bile had already been building up for the past few seconds. He couldn´t hold it back. The sin of Greed hunched over, and a fountain of green forced its way from his throat and spewed out of his maw. Coughing and heaving, then more load traveled from deep within to the outside world.

After a few steady breaths, Mammon regained his composure. Spitting onto the ground, the royal tried to recover from the sudden but already expected physical reaction. A very abominable trait, meaning he had to fight his too easily upset stomach every now and then. 

 

Swiping the remains off his chin, he continued. After initiating a generous jump back in time with the mouse cursor, relief washed over him, and a wide, happy grin spread across his face as soon as he saw you standing in the room, up and healthy. However, his conscience was foolish. What he saw was not a magical future, but the past before the disaster happened.

You were following him around. The large green individual gripping his jester tails was visibly distraught, always moving away from the tiny thing following him. You, on the other hand, tried to reach out to him many times. 

 

The present Mammon bit into his curled fist. 

 

It was easy to see that the past deadly sin was highly agitated, and each touch from your tiny claws caused him to jerk in irritation.

Frozen in place, the normally lively jester demon stared at the screen illuminating his white anxious features. Then it happened.

If it weren´t for two arms already clinging tightly to the metal surface in front of him, he would have surely fallen onto the ground as his knees grew weak within seconds. He never believed in the awkward depiction of people fainting due to hysteria, but now he felt the numbness washing over his vision and traveling down from his chest to his legs. 

 

The sight before him was horrifying. There was no way he could describe how such a very common act of violence, one which he was more than used to, and never even batted an eye when witnessed, made his stomach turn and heart burst, as if thousands of shards pierced his chest at once.

 

The blood.

Forbidden blood.

Blood that he never wanted to see.

 

Small and fragile limbs desperately tried to shield the repeated, merciless slaps, which kept on hitting the hellborn like a club, visibly damaging the target with each blow.

 

It was as if everything he just witnessed happened in agonizing slow motion.
With each hit, his heart dropped further, making the large demon cower and flinch.
Each hit, he begged and hoped it was the last, only for more to come.

 

When the violent assault of his tiny, fragile lover finally stopped, Mammon, who had accidentally ripped holes into his costume by the sheer force he tugged at them, turned away from the keyboard in time to throw up once again. Liquid spewing onto the floor, the arms clinging to the surface in front of him, shaking.

 

He let everything out until he choked on air. Even when his eyes began to water and his lungs screamed for air, his body still rebelled. As if turning his stomach inside out would have the same effect on his mind: Get the toxic image out of his system. Repel the scene in front of him and not stay in his memory. 

 

…sadly, the mind doesn't work like that.

 

He can't outrun, nor get rid of what he'd done.

The monster inside of him roared and thrashed around. Instead of gnawing and jerking at the bars like the heinous, corrupted manifestation of his Greed, it felt more like it was tearing right through his own demonic heart. To punish the one who dared to lay their hands on you.

But no matter how much the storm inside of him threatened to break free, turning this whole place into ashes and dust, he had to keep his composure.

He didnt deserve to have another meltdown.

He didnt deserve to lose control and let his anger roam free.

 

Cause he was the one who did all of that to you.

He was the culprit.

He was the pathetic vermin.

Nothing could be done to change that. It can´t be undone…and the truth of what happened will not only always be deeply engraved in the back of his mind, but also will stay present with the sight of your wounds, the vulnerability of your broken face, and the possible scars littering your once so pure features…

 

… once untainted by his greed. By everything bad that was him.

…………

You knew what was up as soon as Mammon wasn´t home by the time you went to bed. You had lain there, in a bed way too big for a hellborn like you. Eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling adorned with golden and green ornaments.

Normally, you would have dialed his number and asked when he´s coming home, but you knew what kept him away.

A loud pang ripped you from your thoughts. You slightly jerked in the bedsheets, which felt too cold without your lover's presence.

Not even waiting another second, you ripped the covers away and hopped down from the bed, heading towards the massive double door.

You ignored the throbbing pain. Just when you tried to reach out to the large handles, the heavy steel slowly glided open by its own. It took you by surprise as you saw a giant silhouette standing in the doorway. After a few seconds of adjusting to the new, strong light source from the hallway, you were finally able to peer up and search for your lover's glowing eyes. Your favourite good night light..

Before you could grip the fabric of his costume, the large sin suddenly took your hands in his large claws.

Huh, you were so used to all of his forms, you didn´t even register that he was in a centipede-like stage of his transformation.

His metallic-like limbs took a few steps back, so he could bend down to you at eye level - of course, he had to lie his upper body on the ground.

Before you could even say anything, you noticed all of his eyes, big and small, looking at you with what you could only describe as heart-shattering remorse. The worst part of it: He didnt even say anything. Only glowing eyes of green looking at you so intensely, with so much pain in those toxic pools, and just when you spotted the glittering liquid, the sin started to snivel and whimper. While his eyes had no irises or pupils, you knew exactly that he was searching for something deep in yours.

Your fingertips combed through the thick, soft fur of his cheeks. A soothing motion meant for him. The large bug leaned his bulky head into your touch, his jaw shaking as he held back another whimper, but a high-pitched whistling sound still escaped his throat.

Never had you seen him this broken before.

The Mammon you knew was laughing, jumping around with every emotion that rocked through his head. He never wasted a second thought about what to say. All of his thoughts always spilled out of his mouth, often accompanied by curses layered with his heavy dialect.

This time, besides the escaping sounds of his sorrow, he was utterly silent. No words. Not a single one, and that scared you.

Mammon didnt stop looking at you. His gaze begged for something. Very likely for forgiveness. You were sure he had found out by now. Your heart ached seeing him this way, so you leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his forehead, between his many eyes. A sad rumbling sound was his response.

This will take a long while to heal…


………………………………………………………………………..

Despite your wounds healing pretty fast due to the highly advanced care of Greed´s best doctors, it took even longer to heal what has been between the two of you. Not from you. It was pretty one-sided.

It took Mammon weeks to even try and touch you again. You knew this whole ordeal wouldnt be over in a few days, but after two weeks of him always shying away whenever you came close, it started to annoy you.

You forgave him. Yes, he had hurt you. Yes, it was badly. It was his fault, but the way you saw it, it was also yours. A deadly sin can not control its own sin when it is triggered greatly. Well… they kinda can, but you surely didnt choose the best way to try and comfort him. You should have known that giving him space is the best option. He was experiencing a major meltdown and told you to get away from him multiple times. You didnt listen. No amount of love could lift the curse he was suffering from for his whole existence.

The best you and he could do was to find ways around it, so you won´t be in danger while being in a relationship with a ticking bomb. Safety measures… You two never needed them, but now you had to set some rules.

After two weeks of self-loathing and punishing himself in various ways, you had had enough. It was ridiculous when you tried to touch him and he just zoomed away, squinting his eyes to tell you to stay away.

A weird chase ensued. Yes, try and catch a giant bug.

Was he way bigger and heavier than you? Absolutely.
Was that big ancient big demon way faster than you tiny critter? Yeah, duh.

After 15 minutes, you just demanded that he get the fuck off the ceiling and come down to you. Mammon obeyed, but he still couldnt suppress muttering curses in his thick Australian accent. Then you could finally talk.

After a long session of Mammon whining about what a terrible boyfriend he was - a sign that he felt better about the topic, cause if he was back at his dramatic self, it meant he started healing - then, you forced him to get back to the hard facts of what happened.

Two hours of bickering.

And another three of actually coming to terms with why that shit show had actually happened.

You both ended up on the gigantic couch in the living room, all wrapped around each other. No, not sexually, but Mammon stayed in his monster form and went into croissant mode: meaning, his elongated body curled up around you, leaving no space of air.

With a contented clicking-like purr, he inhaled your scent, enjoying your touch, which he had missed so much. Mammon murmured a few “lova ya” and kissed your head with each expression of devotion.

Finally, it was back to how it should be.


…………………………………………………………………………………

It was another day in the office. Mammon had a steamy argument with a very unfortunate employee. With each insult, strings of spit shot out of his mouth as the sin of Greed let out his anger and frustration.

And you stood in the doorway. Stepping from one foot to the other.

Those types of phone calls were not unusual. Very common. Frequent. No, daily, actually.

Checking all the safety measure points on your mental list, you decided it was safe to enter.

“M-Mammon?” you asked, unsure and on edge.

The large jester in his signature bone suit turned around and waved you over, then pointed to his desk, motioning you to just leave the stack of papers there…

…but you couldnt leave without his signature and couldnt continue working without it.

Placing the documents neatly on the table, you stood there and waited, hoping the hefty phone call would be over soon. However, after ten minutes of listening to his yapping, you weren't even sure if the topic was all that serious.

“Hey...Mammon?”

Nothing

“Mammon.” You sure as hell didnt want to interrupt his phone call, but just get his attention. Nobody on the other end of the line should ever hear that an employee dared to interrupt him. It was rather hard to interrupt him anyway with that man´s high and screechy volume.

Wary about your next action, you slowly approached him and then tapped the soft side of his hip slightly.

The large demon whipped around all of a sudden. You only saw the angry glare directed at you, and your heart stopped. Bringing your hands up to cover your head, you stumbled backward and tipped over.

Before you could hit the ground, large soft arms caught you, and before you knew it, you were pressed tightly against a soft and smooth surface. With your quickened breath, you suddenly smelled a mix of cologne and cigar smoke. A smell far too familiar. It took you a few more minutes to calm your racing heart down, and the giant clown held you tightly, not making a move.

“Sir? Sir? Are you still there?”

The quiet stammering of the device on the floor made you turn your head to the source. Only then did you feel a clawed hand softly brushing over the top of your head.

“Shh… ´S all good. I got ya.” he muttered. Only now did you notice that he indeed was heavy breathing too. So he was not only trying to calm you, but also himself down.

After a few more minutes, you pushed your limbs against him as a sign to let go. Carefully, he let you back down on the ground. The large demon, towering over you with his height, was on his knees, bending his neck to get a good and close look at your face. You instantly spotted the worry on his features.

“I´m good,” you said matter-of-factly.

The demon let the phone chatter away and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. His eyes bored into yours. He didnt believe you. Only when his gaze remained soft, you spoke:

“I´m sorry… I got scared...” you muttered, your voice cracking slightly.

“Yeah, didn´t notice,” Mammon responded, the sarcasm more than apparent. Then he continued. “I wouldn´t have hurt ya…” It sounded more hurt than accusing.

“I know, I´m sorry.” You avoided his gaze, but he gripped your jaw tightly, forcing your head back at him.

“Don´t be.” he said in a low tone. Now, cupping your face in his hands, both thumbs stroked your cheeks softly. He closed the distance between the two of you, and instead of a loving kiss, he just nuzzled his snout against yours. A sweet gesture that made you chuckle, especially since the soft fuzz of his face always tickled your nose when he did that.

You tilted your head and kissed that sweet nose of his, to which he replied with a wide grin and a green blush.

“Oi, stop it, cunt! We´re in the office! Ya better behave. Won´t want anyone seein´ me like this! I look like an idiot.” He smiled sheepishly and then stood up. One lower hand placed on your shoulder, he squeezed it comfortingly.

“So, what was it that ya had to bug me about?”

Now with all tensions left, the two of you could finally resume your everyday business with Mammon, the king of sin, doing as he pleased, and you, his little loyal shadow, will probably be called in later for at least one cuddle session during coffee break.

Notes:

Yo, glad I finished it :>

I normally want to write Mammon stern and serious, but can´t help but be like: Nah, that is my fic. I want him to be a silly bug puppy :3 A dangerous big bug puppy...

Hope you enjoy my writing. The Mammon fandom seems to get dry nowadays. :{ Hope that will change as soon as HB gets on prime or when he shows up again in the new episodes. 3 I am still fully obsessed with that man! : D Now, I finally recharged a bit and am not that traumatized by my studies anymore, and have time and energy to write.
Hope you all sillies are doing fine. <3

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Mammon´s Magnificent One Shot Collection! (Mammon/Reader)