GOD PLEASE, MYMO X DISGUSTINGLY DEVOTED READER (cough, anypov) WHO LOVES HIM WITH THEIR WHOLE BEING AND WHEN HE BECOMES GODMO HE PAYS ATTENTION TO THEM 😵
Devotion
Mymo x Devoted!Reader
Ughhhhhh sorry for the wait again!! I’m gonna have to do this with every request I have sitting right now bc I haven’t posted for so long!! Anyways, I’m slowly but surely getting back into the groove of things, so I’m hoping to get one or two more out this month maybe
CW: GN reader- no name or pronouns used, slight stalking but not really, Mymo being a dick as always, slight monster fucker energy at the end but also not really, minor canon divergence
Mymo was easy to love; almost concernedly so. Whether he was on the TV or radio, or even just in person, he exuded such charisma that it became genuinely hard to hate him. Even those that did have a dislike of him for whatever reason still had to admit that the world was better with him in it, as without him there would be an untold number of deaths. No one knew how he did it, but the ground was a mind your business kind of place, so its not like anyone dared to ask. Mymo had the information, and it was something he shared quickly and freely. As… dimwitted as some people on the ground may be, nobody ignored the mans forecasts and predictions. Simple as they are, listening to them could quite literally be the difference between life and death.
Despite saying he's simply the grounds resident broadcaster and weatherman, it was no doubt in anyone's mind that he'd gain a large following of fans. His flashy appearance and seeming love for the groundling's certainly didn't hurt his chances, and you would never hear him complaining. In fact— he did have a particular fondness for his highest circle of fans, or perhaps calling them groupies would be more fitting. They dressed like him, followed him around from city to city like lost puppies, and would never let a bad word go against him. It almost seemed religious with how some spend their time focusing almost solely on the man, but it wasn't as if other celebrities didn't also have a rabid fan-base, so it wasn't anything to pay much mind to.
The first time you saw him with your own eyes at some fundraising event or something like that, you knew immediately that you had to climb those ranks. There was just something about him, something almost addictive, and it pulled you closer and closer. After some time, you could even dare to call yourself something of an expert on the man— honestly, you had his whole routine and little quirks near memorized. Sure, he had never spoken a word directly to you, but that didn't matter, as anytime he spoke collectively it was like he was speaking into your soul. It didn't take long at all to become the president of your towns Mymo fan club, as no one would dare try to match your knowledge on the man.
God, how you dreamed to one day be like one of those groupies. He seemed so fond of them, taking time to speak to them personally, and making sure they stuck by him… It's not like you could just start stalking him or something! Goodness no, but to be chosen as one of his top fans? If you could just show Mymo how much you adored him, even if only for a second, then surely you would be recognised as something special. Surely then you'd be worthy of his attention.
It was one day like any other when it happened. The radio was playing some indistinct song from some artist you've never heard of, the typical poppy sound that always played after one of Mymo's broadcasts, and you let out a sigh as you replayed his words in your head. It was nothing unusual— in fact, it was a completely normal report! The Sphere would be passing overhead some miles away from your town, so there was nothing to be worried about except the occasional tin can that would blow in the wind. The sun would be shining as much as it could through the near perpetually overcast sky, so all in all it would be a fairly peaceful day.
The words replayed over and over again in your mind as you went through your own little afternoon routine, occasionally noting mentally that Mymo must be in the process of writing the script for his next broadcast, or maybe off getting lunch, or maybe—
A sharp and sudden knock at the door cut off your train of thought, causing you to take a moment to actually get your bearings. By the time you had got to the door you were working almost on autopilot, and so it was no surprise when, just for a moment, you were completely un-phased as your Idol stood in front of you.
Wait—!
Mymo stood, his arms folded neatly behind his back, and a thin but toothy smile on his face. He was completely silent for a beat, his smile only widening as you actually began to react to his presence, words stammering and stuttering, then dying in your throat. After a moment he removes one hand from behind his back, simply pointing up one finger up in an attempt to shush you, which you immediately did.
"A little birdie told me that you’re quite the… fan, yes?" Mymo spoke smoothly, a stark difference to the erratic tone he usually uses during one of his broadcasts.
You gave a short quick nod, the idea of actually speaking to the man causing a quick hammering in your chest.
"Good.." Mymo lowered his finger, straightening his back as if it wasn't completely straight before, and a short breath leaves his lips. "Then I have a proposition for you.."
The months after passed in such a blur. One moment you were living your life as an ordinary fan, and the next you were in his top circle, hearing about his plans to cleanse the ground of pollution first hand. You already knew how much of a gift he was to the ground with how he selflessly gave out information of the sphere and subsequent trash storms, but hearing how lofty his dreams to save humanity were was something awe inspiring.
You know you had to help in any way that you could… also for completely selfless reasons of course. Not the fact that it meant Mymo would talk to you more in passing, or that even when dismissing you he still would say your name as if it was worth something…
…
Mymo wasn't an idiot; he could almost laugh at how transparent you were. Every minor glance he sent your way was met with quickened breathing and the sudden rush of blood to your face, and every order that he gave was quickly carried out with an efficient haste. Sure, he only picked you out because you knew so much already and it would be easier to keep someone with that much information in check if they were close, but he could tell it was a worthwhile investment to keep you around.
It was interesting, he thought, that no matter what he did you would somehow justify it. There was an incident perhaps a few weeks before where he had very obviously lost his temper at you, he couldn't even remember why anymore, but you just stood there and took it while he berated you. Even though it was something minor, all his days frustrations were unjustly let out on you, and you didn't say a word. There was no defence, not even a tear brimming in your eye, and he could almost swear that there was a smile on your face. Not even Felix, whom he considered to be one of his most loyal followers, would've been that passive. Willing to take it? Sure! but the man would've apologised profusely for his supposed wrongdoings, or at least tried to help Mymo see some reason. No, you just stood there, happy as a clam to take whatever he gave you.
You were in love with him, plain and simple, and you both knew it. Mymo, being the busy man that he was, payed little to no mind to this, but for you it was all consuming. He had other dealings to pay attention to, and many more fans that likely felt similar feelings towards him, but even then you knew that what you felt wasn't just some silly celebrity crush. You truly believed he could make the world a safer and better place, no matter the cost. No matter the cost was always something that he stressed. That no matter what would happen to him, his vision would be carried out. When you had first heard this, it sounded so courageous of him. He would note that he wasn't the strongest person physically, but that it was his will and determination that brought him so far.
You didn't think he meant… this.
You had came with him to the doll festival along with a handful of his most trustworthy followers, meant to only be there for hauling equipment and tending to his needs. He had a plan, one he only spoke of vaguely, to get such a large sum of people under his control all at once, and that would be his stepping stone to what he described as prosperity.
Mymo's jinki, a microphone he often carried with him, could control the mind and body of whoever heard his words spoken through it, so long as he had drank their blood. It was his power, one of control, that he would put into full affect during the festival through the chokers. Much to Mymo's surprise you had even offered up your own blood freely, but it was quickly shrugged off for being completely unnecessary.
And so, the festival started, and it started without a hitch.
Everything was going smoothly, and as you sat watching from backstage you couldn't help but give a sigh of relief. Too Lily performed spectacularly, and the audience was so captivated that they didn't seem to notice the constant surveillance from some others that had come with you. Your eyes, however, were trained on Mymo. He was in complete performance mode, the calm and restrained personality that you had come to know completely gone for the moment, and replaced with the one you had first become captivated by. Mymo commentated the performance happily, every word and tone carefully crafted as to not give his image away prematurely, though his grip on the microphone was completely iron clad.
When the performance began to wind down, you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in his body language; it had quite literally become like second nature to you after observing him for so long, as even when he didn't speak you would soak up any form of communication he gave off. One hand gripped onto the railing as he leaned over it, the other gripped equally as tight onto the microphone. His body was bouncy, all of that excitement near impossible to keep contained, though you know that in a moment he would put a facade back up. He wouldn't be caught dead carrying out any sort of plans in an erratic state…
"You'll stay back, wont you?"
You suddenly shake your head, blinking a few times before realising that Mymo was looking at you, a strange grin on his face.
"Im sure everything will go rather smoothly, though still, I wouldn't want to risk the possibility of one of my…" Mymo trails off for a moment before humming to himself. "It would be inconvenient if you went and got yourself hurt in the commotion."
You sucked in a breath, glancing around for a moment to make sure that he was indeed talking to you, and suddenly realised that everyone else had either cleared out or was far too busy and distracted to be worth chatting to.
"Oh-! Right, yes, of course, Lord Mymo!" Your words spilled out as you awkwardly scrambled to stand up straight, something of a nervous smile on your face. "I wouldn't want to interfere with your plans anyway!"
"Good, good…" Mymo turns back to watch the show, various acts now taking the stage. "Something has come up, but its nothing that my power can't quickly take care of…"
You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it just as quickly as Mymo activated the microphone into its powered form. No matter how many times you may have seen it before, it was just as glorious as the first.
…
None of the plan went how you had expected it to go… In fact, you aren't entirely sure what actually happened…
Mymo— or, well, at least you think it… he's Mymo, holds you in one arm, one long and clawed finger from his other hand gently scratching at the top of your head. He stares down at you from eyes set deep in his now stone like flesh, a faint sound akin to breathing leaving his mouth. A row of needle like teeth lined the cracked maw on his face, a permanent grin on his new body.
"I did it…" He spoke, his words rough and formed by unfamiliar shapes in his mouth. "You knew I could do it… The others thought I could, but you knew it…"
"Well… I… You're just so wonderful that… I mean, how could I not?" Your own voice was weak, quiet and barely noticeable compared to that of Mymo's, though he made an almost chirping noise in response to show that he heard.
"Yes… You're ever so smart… You really were worthwhile to keep close…"
Mymo's claw poked softly at your cheek, and after a moment he shifts you up higher, holding you closer to the crook of his neck.
"I'm… Trying rather hard to be gentle with you…"
"I—"
"This body… spectacular as it is… Well, I have no problems with being weak like I once was, but it makes it quite difficult when I'm trying to handle something so fragile and precious."
A shiver runs through your body. "Precious…?"
"Not that I want to be facetious about it, but we both know how you feel towards me. That hopeless, desperate clawing at your insides…"
In that moment you felt like your insides had suddenly disappeared from your body, replaced by complete dread.
If Mymo could, he would be grinning wider. "Don't think I haven't noticed your constant staring, and all of that murmuring under your breath about me…"
"Lord Mymo, I—!"
"But don't think that all of that attention was… unwanted." Mymo preens his head down slightly, head cocked to the side as he glances at you. "In fact, some of it was rather… pleasant."
A breath of pure mortification escapes your lips, and for just a second the air stills around you. It wasn't as if you were hiding your adoration of him, you were sure he knew exactly how you felt about him anyway, but hearing him talk about it it?! Mymo stares, his body statuesque, and his eyes the only thing moving as he looks over you.
"You are smart, my dear… I'm sure you can figure out some quite simple subtext, can you not?"
Your heart hammers hard against your chest, the implication of his words suddenly high in your mind. It really didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant, but you couldn't dare say it to his face. On the off chance that you were wrong and simply misread the situation entirely, who knows what he would do to you? It certainly didn't take much force from him to decimate an entire landscape some time earlier, and with you already in his grasp…?"
All you could do was empty your lungs, eyes wide as you stare back up at him. After a moment he made a similar chirping sound to before, the back of his clawed finger nuzzling against your cheek.
"Ah, embarrassed? Hmm, I apologise…" His words come out slowly, though in a tone that was more teasing than genuine. "Though with this new body, my job… it's much easier than before, which allows me the ability of focusing on other things, one of those being interpersonal relationships…"
Mymo pauses for a moment, lifting his head back up. "And I think I'd like to have that with you."