In which Mammon realizes how exhausting having children can be on a human
Tags/Warnings: Dad!Mammon, Mom!Reader, worries of parenting, fluffy comfort
Happy Valentine’s Day <3
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“Turn the lights down when the kids are sleeping
We'll build a blanket fort that only we can be in”
Blanket Fort - Archers
A blur runs past your feet, so quick you can barely make out the shape of your three year old son zipping past, almost knocking you (and the toys you had picked up off the floor in your hands) off balance.
“Hey! No running in the house!”, you exclaim, knowing that his ability to move inhumanly quick easily ranged him now out of earshot of your nagging.
Those damn demon genes.
Your attention is brought back and pulled down by your feet where your two year old daughter is flying (barely above the floor) in pursuit of her brother.
Her wings just barely clip you, the force making you drop everything in your grasp and fall backwards onto your ass.
Goddamn demon genes.
Just as you begin to pick yourself up you hear another, much louder pair of footsteps followed by mad cackling coming into range.
Ah, the worst of them all. Here he comes.
Goddamn fucky ass demon genes.
You husband bursts into the room, looking around wildly before his eyes fall onto you and his face breaks out into a smile.
“Sup, treasure. See the kiddos anywhere?”
You sigh, dusting off the front of your jeans, grimacing from the pain of falling on hardwood. You look at your now slightly skinned palms and frown.
“I told them no running in the house.”
He snorts at your dismay. “Come on, they’re just kids bein’ kids”
“I believe I also told you no running in the house”, you glare at him.
His smile waivers as he waves a hand in the air in dismissal. “Details, details.”
You give another frustrated sigh, looking down at the mess that once again has found its way onto the floor. This is the seventh time this week you’ve cleaned up this room, and the seventh time this week it’s been wrecked once more.
You love your children (and your obnoxious husband), you swear you do! But sometimes somethings, the little things, begin to get to you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you ball your fists, willing them not to come out.
“Hey, hey, woah,” Mammon coos at you, quickly looking back into the hallway from the door frame to check where his two little menaces have gone before walking over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and into his embrace.
“Lemme get a look at ya, come on”, he says as he pulls you back from his chest to look at your face. He is met with a look of tired frustration. “What’s wrong, Mama?”
You sniffle in an attempt to stop the tears, but looking in his eyes always breaks you. You remain quiet as the tears run down your face.
He faulters for a minute before giving a small smile. “These kids can be a real handful, eh?”, he tosses a head nod towards the door as he says. “Good thing they got the most awesome parents in the world to take care of ‘em.”
You sniffle once more, wiping some tears with the back of your hand before muttering, “I don’t feel awesome.”
“What!?”, he says in an accusatory tone before realizing his mistake. It’s just- you mean the world to him. And to them. How can you not see what he sees?
“But yer amazin’! Ya handle two half demons like they’re nothin’. Hell, before that you handled seven full demons like it was nothin’!”
“I can’t keep up with them…I- I- I’m not fast enough, I can’t fly, I don’t have horns or whatever… I can’t relate to them like you can.”
“Hey, you got the smooth, calm and collected human side, I got the cool, totally awesome demon side. We can do this, cmon, we’ve been doin’ this! We’re totally great parents.”
When you still shy away from his gaze, refusing to meet his eyes, he sighs.
His tone drops to a quiet intimacy. “Where’s all this comin’ from, darlin’?”
You take a shaky breath before speaking. “I dunno… I guess I’m just…tired?”
He doesn’t look all that convinced.
“That it?”
You remain quiet as he gives you a look.
“Don’t make me pry”, he playfully shakes you as he chuckles, though his voice is still laced with concern.
“I guess… I’ve just been so stressed out and tired I-I….I haven’t had anytime for me or anything like that. I feel so- I don’t- ugh”
You take one final huff,
“I don’t feel like myself. I haven’t in a while. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t worried, or anxious, or nervous.”
He rubs up and down your arms. “Hey, I know it’s a lot. But look at ‘cha, you’re still my human, yeah? Still just as beautiful and irritatingly kind and stupid as the day I met ya!”
He gets a laugh out of you as you shake your head.
“Yeah, there’s that smile!”, he beams before looking at you with lidded eyes.
“You know they look up to ya, yeah? I do too”, he continues.
“Heh, thanks,” you smile. “I just feel like I need a break.”
He lights up, devious smile painting his face as it always did before when he had a scheme. “That, I can do.”
“Huh?”
“Give you a break! I’ve got an idea. Gimmie a couple hours of plannin’. I’ve got the kids handled. Clear yer calendar and make sure you’re in the livin’ room by 6 ‘o clock”, he’s talking faster than his movements can keep up, taking out his D.D.D and making a start out the door towards the direction of your children’s laughter.
Before he’s out of sight, he leans backwards to call out, “I love ya! See you in a bit.”
“Mammon, what?”, you question as he leaves, shaking your head and laughing under your breath.
This man…
Time passes and you continue to pick up the rest of the rooms in the house utterly destroyed by your precious children. It was nice to hear that Mammon has the children handled, but it’s worrisome to think of what ‘handled’ really means to him. It’s especially worrisome that since about an hour after he left the room, the house has remained completely quiet.
You check your phone, the screen lights up at you as the time displays “5:45 PM”. Well, whatever it is he’s planning, you suppose you should get ready for it. You walk to the bathroom, fixing up your hair in the mirror and think about changing your clothes before deciding, fuck it, you have no idea what you’re doing anyway. If the evening calls for a certain outfit, you’ll worry about it then.
“5:50 PM”
You head for the living room.
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You don’t know exactly what you were expecting to see here, but you didn’t think it’d be this.
A million sheets hanging from different places in the room. Literally - you think it’s literally all the sheets you own. And maybe more?
Secondly, fairy lights are strung from the ceiling in no particular pattern, messy in their formation. You’re not exactly sure where he got those. They kinda look like the ones from your room in the House of Lamentation.
Thirdly, you know for a fact that you do not own that many pillows. Where the fuck did he get all of these? And is that… Levi’s Ruri-Chan pillow?
Before you can begin to question it, Mammon emerges from the homemade fortress, hitting his elbow on a chair that he was using as support as he exits.
“Owww…”, he rubs the area while hissing, before noticing you.
“Hey! I told ya 6 ‘o clock! Not 5:55!”, one hand flies to his hips while he points at you with the other.
“What is all this?”, you question, laughing at his fake irritation.
“What’s all thi-? What’s it look like!”, he exclaims, exasperated before turning around and raising his hands like he’s showcasing a fantastic prize to you.
“It’s your break! It’s a blanket fort!”
“A blanket fort?”, you raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
“Yeah! Wait till you see inside! I got all ya favorite stuff in here! I got movies set up, I got grimm-“
“That’s your favorite stuff”, you cut him off, giggling.
“Well yeah! I’ve got good taste. But there’s also chocolates and snacks and those huge bean bag chairs you like.”
You shake your head, lightly laughing “and the kids?”
“My brothers got ‘em. Spendin’ the night with their ‘ol uncles never hurt anyone.”
“And dinner?”
“We’ll order take out. Come on, I wanna show you the inside. I took this antique bottle of demonus from Lucifer’s-“
You give him a dangerous look, cutting him off.
“I mean, I bought it. I bought it for real with real grimm at the real store.”
He smiles, taking your hand.
“It’s just you and me tonight, yeah? Let’s have a little fun”, he says as he walks backwards, pulling you towards the entrance.
“You know, this might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me”, you smile, following his lead.
“You bet your ass it’s sweet, look! I even put LEDs in here!”
You smile, you’ve always adored his antics.
“Hey Mammon?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“Love ya too, treasure. Now sit down ‘n relax. These movies ain’t gonna watch themselves.”
You stop him in his tracks pulling him into a kiss. He malfunctions, hands going up in the air defensively until he relaxes into you, wrapping his arms around your waist. And he blushes.
(Lesson 10 spoilers) part two here
Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human
cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game
"You mean you lied to us?"
"You were one of them all this time?"
You stood in the coliseum, air cold against your skin as the blood pumped through your veins. Your gaze swept from brother to brother, and each of them shared expressions ranging from surprise and shock to sadness and flickering hope. Well, all of them except for Belphie.
"It's the humans' fault that Lilith died! They're the reason she was punished!" Belphie shouted, balling his fists as he took several steps towards you menacingly.
You tried to open your mouth to explain, but a strange panic had constricted your throat. Suddenly, images began flashing through your mind as you tried to look away, at anyone else but Belphie.
No…no, no, no.
It was like the attic all over again; the sound of manic laughter filled your ears, and a tail closed around your windpipe as claws stapled through your skin. The thick metallic scent of blood and the increasing pressure around your throat overwhelmed your senses...
You're so stupid that I can't help but laugh. Don't blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.
A horrified scream spilled out of your lips before you could register it, and you scrambled back away from him, tumbling onto the ground. Diavolo, Mammon and Levi all rushed forward to catch you, but it sent you into a further panic and you tried to hide your head in your arms. The concrete felt warm, just like the wooden floor of the attic had…
"MC!"
A sharp gasp escaped you as reality slammed back against your chest and forced you to focus on the snowy-haired figure now kneeling in front you. You weren't sure when Solomon had arrived, but you were glad he was in front of you, blocking Belphie from your sight. You clung to the sorcerer, hiding from the seething gaze of the Avatar of Sloth; although, the demon had forgotten his anger when you had fallen to the floor.
"Lilith, I c-can't do this," The sound of your labored breathing filled the Coliseum, and everyone fell silent. "I can't help them again, I'm going to die, he's going to k-kill me again and I'm never going to see them again, p-please…" You whimpered, shaking as Solomon held you close.
Belphie's eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, "L-Lilith…?"
Lucifer, on the other side, was just as shocked. Whatever interrogation he had been ready to throw at you died in his throat as he watched you, barely coherent in Solomon's grasp. Did you somehow know Lilith? But…that was impossible, there was no way, unless you…
Had Lilith retained her memories as a human and sent you down here to watch over them?
It would've made sense, if it weren't for the fact that you had been Solomon's apprentice for long enough for another explanation to be considered.
Diavolo took a few slow steps towards you, attempting to mediate the situation when your mind began to spiral again at the sight of his arms. Arms, strong enough to snap you in two…
"No…no, no, no, Solomon," you whispered. "It's happening again. I'm going to die. He's going to crush me. I can't b-breath-"
"Shhh MC, it's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you. We'll go somewhere they can't follow, alright? You're safe." Solomon rubbed circles into your back when he felt you start to shake again.
Mammon, Levi and Asmo stood, wide-eyed with anguish painted on their faces as they watched you trembling in the sorcerer's arms. They wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but stopped when Solomon glared at all of them, particularly Lucifer and Belphie.
Mammon wanted to scoop you up in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. He didn't care that you were human, and you must've had your reasons for keeping it a secret. He wanted to shout at Lucifer, about how you were a friend, not an enemy. However, his brother's now forlorn face told him he didn't need to say anything. He wasn't sure what your connection to Lilith was, but it was clear to him that you would never harm his brothers.
Asmo didn't know whether to comfort you or give you space. Every time Belphie got close to you, you sounded so scared, one would've thought the Avatar of Sloth had tried to murder you instead of just having an argument; yes, an argument, that's what it was. You were all just having a heated discussion and everything would resolve itself in a few moments if you just talked it out…
Levi watched you scramble backwards across the floor, as if you had been burned by Belphie's glare. He couldn't process how you were the headstrong, brave, levelheaded attendant, whilst at the same time, the frightened attendant on the floor, reduced to a trembling mess. He was angry at Lucifer for continuing to grill you while you were clearly distraught, but he decided to focus on the fact that you had addressed Lilith in your frenzy. Had their sister asked you to do something while she was still alive?
Beel froze for a few moments before pulling his twin back. The latter let himself be moved without protest or hesitation, but Belphie's gaze was still trained on you and Solomon. Beel felt nothing but shame. You had been so kind to them as their attendant, helping them feel at ease in the Devildom and soothing their fears and worries, and this was how they repaid you? All because you had kept the fact that you were a human a secret?
He understood Belphie's pain, but at the same time, like Mammon had said, it was nothing but a label. What had happened to Lilith hadn't been your fault. But…you knew Lilith. Somehow, that alone reassured him of your good intentions.
Barbatos had the horrible feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to know why you were reacting the way you did to the Avatar of Sloth. He couldn't place his thoughts on it, and he could estimate the tragic consequences he'd face if he tried to look into the timelines to find an answer. All he knew was that you were needed here, and that your presence would help the Young Lord in a way that nobody else would be able to accomplish.
Diavolo could feel the lump in his throat growing painful. This had been his fault, hadn't it? If only he had offered you immediate protection at the Castle when he'd found out you were human…he had sensed the sincerity in your voice when you said you wanted to help him, and he wanted to cry out. He could see the understanding in your eyes, as if you saw right through the composed prince's facade and talked to the troubled young boy that was struggling to fix the Devildom. You were…a friend.
Belphie stepped back; his emotions were all over the place, and he wouldn't be able to handle himself if anyone said another word. But one look at Beel's face had silenced whatever vile dialogue he had stewed in his mind for days. He knew that you had not been aware of the Celestial War, nor had you had any involvement with it. But why did you speak of Lilith? Had she been in touch with you? N-no, MC, he wasn't going to kill you! He was…Belphie shuddered at the realization that, if he hadn't been stopped, and if Solomon hadn't interfered, in his misplaced anger he might have actually…
He doesn't want to think about what he might've done.
You had shown him so much kindness, you'd been so understanding, helping him through his emotions; he was going to throw it all down the drain and all because of what? You were a human? He felt ashamed, and he felt a pang in his chest when Solomon disappeared with you. Would he get a chance to apologize to you?
Lucifer swallowed heavily, taking a slight step back from the group, but not once did his eyes leave your figure. And if your eyes had found Lucifer's in that moment, you would have seen the glimmer of sympathy and emotion that shone through layer upon layer of cold indifference buried deep within them.
The Avatar of Pride recalled his suspicions about you and your arrival in the Devildom. He used to think you were plotting something; that you would harm his brothers after getting close to them. But now, as he watched your trembling figure, he couldn't bring himself to even think that you'd do such a thing.
You were so weak and vulnerable right now, if anyone were to tell him you were a danger to his brothers— each powerful in their own right— he would laugh. However, he noted that despite your decreasing stability of mind and inherent fear of Belphie, you hadn't tried to attack any of them.
Somehow, he could hear Lilith's voice mocking him in his head, "Still think they're gonna hurt our brothers, Luci?"
There were so many questions he still needed to ask you.
"Wait, MC! Solomon!" Diavolo cried out before the two of you disappear in a flash of light.
It had been two years rsince you joined the RFA, and boy oh boy, the things you’d experienced…
You could ALMOST officially call yourself mrs Han now. You got engaged to Jumin not too long after the party, and things had been going great for the two of you! Sarah and Glam were officially canceled, so no more of that drama! C&R had a few issues after the whole spectacle, but the business’s image quickly restored since the people were apparently so moved by the Love story between the two of you.
“All the girls at school are talking about your two!” Had Yoosung said
“They’re all dreaming about their own love story’s now. Wishing they had a cold guy who only had eyes for them, seriously when do nice guys get a chance !?*_*”
Not only that, the stock prices even went up! The company was doing better than ever!
If you were being honest though, this whole new life was not really easy to get used to… All the attention you got now, headlines, gossip papers.. it could get to you. And the whole rich life! Wow, there was a lot of culture shock in the beginning, but living with Jumin was getting more natural by day. And Jumins dad welcomed you warmly into the family, and you really appreciated that. Now the wedding just had to be planned…
You’d also grown much closer to everyone in the RFA. You often had coffee with Jeahee, saw Zen’s musical, helped Yoosung with studying or supervised Seven while he visited Elizabeth (he could visit her once every few weeks, if Jumin was feeling generous). But everyone really grown fond of you, and the whole RFA was closer than ever.
I
You slowly sipped your hot morning tea as you looked at the amazing view from the penthouse. You looked at the beautiful landscape. You may think Jumin is a city man, but he really loves nature.
A kiss pressed on your forehead. “Goodmorning, my love.” Jumin wore a blue bathrobe and his hair was slightly messy.He stroke your head, as if you were a cat.. (jk jk) then he sighed. “Ah, being with you always calms my mind”
He had been working overtime lately. You were worried for your fiancé, especially now his eye bags were really noticeable now. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” you asked “you look so tired.. I’m worried about you. You really ought to take a break”
Jumin sat down next to you and mindlessly grabbed your hand. It was a reflex for him now. “If I would be completely honest, I feel…. unpleasant. Is this what people call stress? There is a lot going on at work with a very important business proposal . it takes a while to explain but let’s just say that it tires me.. I just want to be fully focused on you and our wedding.”
You brought your hand up to his cheek. “ I’ll always be there for u you, you know that. Is there anything I could do for you so that you’d feel better?” You smiled as you wiped a strand of hair out of hiss face.
“You’re an angel sent by god, my darling. I’m happy with you just being here.,” he looked at you and lifted his hand to caress your cheek.” I have a flight to catch this afternoon. I know, it’s very sudden and I apologize. It’s a very important meeting I must attent.” He sighed. “But I’ll miss you so terribly.There’s nothing I would want more than to stay by your side right now.” Jumin still found it hard to leave you at times.
“I’ll be here when you get back, as always.”you put your hand on his. “Really, don’t worry. Now go catch your flight !” You send him a reassuring smile.
He sighed and stood up. “You really are such a sweetheart .” He briefly kissed your forehead. “I must get ready then, I’ll see you darling.”
You waved at him as he went back inside and took another sip of your tea. Bzzt, you got a message.
UNKNOWN:
• ag@/n14
• We728:!/9
• M382ts
• Did you miss me.?
You shivered. You hadn’t thought about this unknown person since the planning of the first party, and here he was again.
Hi! This is my first ever fanfic! It has been chilling in my notes for a loooong time but I thought it might be fun to post it! It isn’t proof read so sorry if there are any mistakes. Let me know if you want to read part 2! 🤍
God, I can officially say that I gave up all hope for math this semester, cause, wow, I didn’t understand shit.
I was reading the explanation text over and over again while I fiddled with my pen. I already asked the teacher for help, but I didn’t understand a thing, plus she was in a bad mood so I didn’t really wanted to ask again.
I sighed, I was more of a English and history person.The logic math thinking isn’t really my thing. I drew some circles on my paper,and let my head rest in the palm of my hand. I will later ask my mom for help or something.
Then a hand grabbed mine.
My eyes widened in suprise.
The hand grabbed my pencil while still holding my hand, another hand placed gently on my sheet of paper, holding it down so it won’t slip away. He was basically hanging over me.
I turned my head up to see who this person was. It was Seven, a boy with bright red hair and funny glasses. He was loud in class, but really smart. I heard that he was doing some programming thing.
He is a total geek, but I couldn’t deny that he’s really handsome, and to be honest, I liked those nerdy types.
He was focused on the math problem, and he was biting his lip and furrowed his brows in concentration. I turned back to what was happening on the paper on my desk, my cheeks a bit flushed.
“Tada! And that’s how you fix that!” He held his face close to mine so I could see his proud grin.
I looked at the paper. He had fixed the math problem and left little notes that explained what to do.
I turned around. “ thanks so much, you’re a genius!” I smiled at him.
“ I know I know, no thanks, just call me God Seven, savior of those in need.” He jokingly said, while he made a dramatic pose, implying he was some sort of God.
“thank you, oh mighty God Seven.” I grinned. I like this kind of joking.
“Haha, you’re the first one with my humor!” He laughed.
“Hey! I hope this seven guy isn’t bothering you y/n?”
A white haired boy made his way to us. Zen. You could describe him as the “class prince” with his porcelain skin
, and beautiful long hair and (as you could probably guess) al lthe girls were fawning over him. He was really nice and pretty ofcourse, but i wasn’t really attracted to him like the other girls were. Not that I’m that y/n girl who wants to be quirky, but he was just a bit too much, I see him more as a brother! Plus, my dear friend jeahee already is a big fan of him.
“ oh no! He’s just helping with math, he’s really good at it” you waved your hands, implying that he wasn’t annoying you or something.
“What she’s saying” seven agreed.
“Okay okay, well if he does, just call me”
“ yeah yeah, go back to your fan club, they miss you.” Seven joked, winking at him.
Zen made a “mhm” sound and waved us goodbye.
“Well, if you ever need help again, just text me. Or call me, whatever u like.” Seven backed up, giving some sort salut with his fingers.
“But-“ i didn’t even got his phone number.
“The sheet” he mouthed, pointing at the piece of paper on your table”
There was a number written on it, along with a cat doodle.
romaincrisis
tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
gamechangershow
2087
gracieabrams
dailybridgerton
