Mammon x GN MC (Pre-relationship)
This definitely isn't my best work, but I'm still proud of it! It's more of a crack fic. Anyway, ENJOY!
Finding out I could down demon alcohol without getting so much as tipsy gave me an idea, one far too good not to share with the most shameless scammer of the House of Lamentation.
Ever since I tricked Mammon into making a pact with me, he’s been glued to my side. Which meant one thing: If there were a plan that involved “easy money,” he’d say yes before even asking for details.
I knew Mammon was sulking in his room after Lucifer had chewed him out for whatever disaster he had caused this time. But lucky for him, I was about to make his day far better.
I didn’t bother knocking; he never did, so it was only fair. I opened the door to see Mammon sprawled out on his couch, DDD in hand, and looking thoroughly miserable.
“What do ya’ want, human? Here to bug me about somethin’ again?”
He groaned out in very typical Mammon fashion.
“Don’t start that shit with me, Mammon. I have a proposition that I know you’ll like.”
His whole tough guy act didn’t fool me for a second. All bark, no bite; just an obnoxious demon who talked big because admitting he cared was harder. Pathetic. Endearing. And painfully cute.
“Oh? I highly doubt you have anythin’ worth my time.” He said, his eyes meeting mine with that familiar spark; curious, hopeful, like he was already half sold just because it was me.
Sometimes I really wanted to smack the hell out of him, but with the way he was looking at me right now, the urge disappeared.
“Are you up for a little scamming?” I grin, already knowing his answer. He rarely said no to me, not that he’d admit why.
“Tch, ‘course I’m up for it. The Great Mammon never turns down a chance like that.” He sits up straighter as he speaks, like he wants to impress me in any way he can.
Explaining my plan didn’t take long. It was simple, sweet, and best of all, very profitable.
Any demon's ego is larger than the biggest spire of the demon king's castle, which would make things so painfully easy for us. It was like taking candy from a baby. Well, if a baby had horns and sharp claws that could easily tear human flesh, but that was besides the point.
It was not well known that demon alcohol didn’t affect some humans, which was our advantage. If I challenged a demon in a drinking contest, there would be no doubt that I would win. Money would be involved, obviously.
The Fall wasn’t the most prestigious nightclub in Devildom, but it was one of the few that Mammon wasn’t banned from. And neither of us was particularly in the mood to sneak in, so this was just going to have to work.
The building was loud, music pounding, demons shouting, laughter echoing off the walls.
I hated places like this. Being a human in Devildom always felt like walking into danger. But Mammon stayed close, hovering protectively over me. I knew I was safe as long as I stayed close to him.
“If anyone here so much as touches ya’, I’m draggin’ them out by their horns.”
His voice softened, gentle in a way that he’d deny till the end of time; gentle in a way he only ever was with me.
“So, uh.. Stay close.” Mammon's eyes dropped to the floor, cheeks tinged pink as he tried and failed not to look at me.
“...Yeah. I’ll stay close.”
I stepped closer like he asked, close enough that our shoulders brushed when someone squeezed past us. Mammon stiffened, his eye darting to where our arms touched before he intertwined his fingers with mine, looking anywhere but at my eyes.
I squeezed his hand a little, a small bit of comfort for both of us.
“Let's um… find some idiots with too much money.”
We made our way to the center of the club, where you would have to be blind not to see us. It was now or never.
“Who thinks they can out-drink this human? Bets start at fifty thousand grimm!” Mammon yells out, just like we planned.
The reaction was immediate.
A ripple goes through the crowd before-
“No way a human could handle demon-grade liquor!”
A cluster of demons surges forward, all teeth and greed, with their wallets out and ready.
“A human liver against demon liquor? This I gotta see!”
More demons gather when they realize Mammon is the one taking bets, because if Mammon is involved, there's definitely money to be made… Or lost.
“Oh great, Mammon is running another scam.”
“What's he selling this time?”
But the groaning quickly turns rowdier with excitement.
“Mammon’s bullshit is always entertaining.”
“Put me down for 70k. I want front row seats to his humiliation.”
Another calls out, “What's the over-under of Mammon crying when he loses?”
Mammon immediately yells back, “HEY- Shut up! I ain’t cryin’ over anythin’!”
The crowd laughs, but comes forward to start placing their bets.
Before Mammon can retort, a tall, dark-haired demon with spiraling horns pushes his way to the front. He slams a pouch of grim onto the table.
“I’ll go first.” He looks at me like a predator would a rabbit. “Let's see how fast this human drops.”
I swallow nervously and step forward to sit down at the table where the tall demon sat opposite me. He was scary, and I wasn’t very good at pretending that this wasn’t going to make me shit my pants.
But 70k was on the line, and I wasn’t going to give that up just because I was feeling intimidated.
Before I could even pour the liquor into my shot glass, Mammon bent down so he could whisper in my ear.
“That is the demon, Balthazar. Don’t say anythin’ stupid unless you want to get yourself killed.” Mammon whispered against my ear.
I could hear the quiet panic in his voice. If Mammon was nervous, I was already sweating bullets.
He stood back up and walked behind my chair, as if sensing my nerves, and placed both of his hands on my shoulders. The warmth of his palms was comforting.
I straightened up, now with a little more courage. Mammon would never let anyone hurt me. He protected me from his own flesh and blood; I was safe.
I grabbed the bottle of strong demon whisky and poured a generous amount into both our shot glasses. Balthazar downed his immediately, a smug grin on his face. The poor asshole had no idea that he was going to lose 70k Grimm to a human.
I took the shot, making a face at the taste, pungent and strong. I may be immune to the alcohol, but I wasn’t safe from the taste.
“Too strong for you, human?” Balthazar laughs alongside the other demons surrounding our table. Mammon snorted, but immediately shut up and awkwardly coughed. We wouldn’t want our scam to be revealed too soon, before the money was in our hands.
I smile, trying to make it look humble instead of a shit-eating grin.
Balthazar poured the next shots, looking way too smug for someone who was already losing before the game even truly began. His red eyes gleamed as he took his shot and slammed down his glass.
I quickly downed mine, my stomach turning at the taste. Demon Fire Whiskey was notoriously strong. It tasted exactly what I would imagine rubbing alcohol would taste like. It was awful.
The excitement of the crowd rose as the drinks kept pouring, waiting for one of us to drop unconscious. More demons were betting against each other, not us; they didn’t know they were a part of the scam too.
Mammon’s hands on my shoulder gently squeezed, silent encouragement that said everything; we were going to make bank.
Balthazar was beginning to slur his words, getting drunker and drunker, but also frustrated. ‘Why won’t this human just fall or give up already?’
As we were taking our tenth shot, he finally spoke, Mammon’s voice perfectly confident.
“You ain’t looking too good, Balthazar. Ready to give up already?”
The hoard of demons around our table laughed, a stab to Balthazar’s pride.
Balthazar took another shot, his seething gaze bearing into me.
“SHUT UP, MAMMON! I’ve beaten you once; I can do it again.”
I swallowed my last shot before Balthazar's face planted into the table. I won.
A loud cheer rang out, mostly from Mammon, who was practically jumping for joy. I took the bag of Grimm, finally facing Mammon again.
Mammon was many things: arrogant, crass, obnoxious, but most of all, fun.
He pulled me into a tight one-armed hug, still laughing and gloating.
“You showed him, didn’t ya’?” Mammon’s smiles were always infectious.
But the moment didn’t last long before Mammon’s face fell, looking pale despite his tan skin, as if someone had walked over his grave.
I turned my head to look out into the crowd where his anxious gaze was caught.
A beautiful woman stood out immediately, not looking the least bit impressed. I had seen her a couple of times before. She was one of the witches who was constantly on Mammon’s ass, making sure he paid back his debt to them.
They were scarier than any ordinary loan shark or debt collector.
She spoke loudly, making sure every demon in the club could hear her loud and clear.
“Don’t let Mammon and this human fool you. Humans are immune to demon alcohol, you dimwits.’
The grin on her face was terrifying, even rivaling Lucifer’s glares.
Before anyone could stop us, Mammon grabbed my hand, pulling me tightly as he ran. This was usually how our outings ended. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Lucifer was going to be so pissed with us when we got home.
