Obey Me! x Reader

🎃Hay Ride: Mammon x Reader

I stretch my arms, listening to the crackling of the campfire. The smell of cedar smoke and bug spray fills the air.

"Human world camping is strange," Satan mutters from beside me. "Tents and RVs; usually in Devildom, camping is a lot more hazardous."

"As is the usual trend of things," I remark, handing Beel another jumbo bag of marshmallows for his s'mores.

The brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos had all joined (crashed) my weekend, begging for a true autumn experience in the human world. At the moment, we're all gathered around the campfire we built. A few of them actually brought tents, while the others would be departing for fancier lodgings nearby when it got dark.

"We'll have to implement some of those scare maze techniques in our next 'Halloween Celebration'," Diavolo thinks aloud. "And those carved fruits-- pumpkins-- those were fun to make!"

"I'm glad you thought so, Lord Diavolo." He beams back at me.

"Yes, it was messy but rather fulfilling."

"You might think so," Asmo sniffs. "I was glad to have no part of that!"

"We know," Mammon grumbles. "You wouldn't shut up about it."

"What's next?" Belphie startles me when he pipes up; I'd thought he was asleep. "The stars won't be visible enough for true stargazing for about another hour and a half.

"I have arranged some human world entertainment, something called a 'hay ride'. Apparently they are common this time of year in rural America and Canada." Barbatos appears behind Diavolo.

"A hay ride? Like... With actual hay?" Asmo wrinkles his nose.

"We also have some chairs for those who would like," Barbatos replies with a knowing smile.

"What's the point of a hayride? Does the driver try to throw the passengers off? Or does the hay come to life and--"

I cut Beel's s'more-filled question off, "Nope, it's more of a pleasure ride. You can admire the scenery, sing, talk."

"Sounds relaxing," Satan says with a nod.

"Aside from the hay," Asmo pouts dramatically.

"There's also usually blankets and decorations to add to the experience, and keep us warm." I pause. "Me warm." Sigh. Demons.

The group slowly herds to where the hay ride is set up, pushing and bickering about seats as they file into the trailer at back of the truck.

"Humans are weird," Mammon's face paints that he's obviously confused about the activity as a whole as he mumbles from beside me, having fought for his seat on the same haybale.

"So are demons," I pull a blanket from the pile, covering us both. "It's getting cold, so you are my space heater for this ride, Mams."

"Don't call me that!"

"Space heater or Mams?"

His answer is cut off when the truck lurches forward, and he covers up his startle with a cough.

"Y/n, do you know any human autumnal songs?" Satan asks from his haybale he shares with Levi. Said otaku is already playing on his phone, having complained the whole trip about not having WiFi.

I hum, thinking for a moment. Are there many autumn songs? A few Halloween songs, songs about September... "There's not many I know of." Much less can sing.

"I see, it's not that surprising I suppose. Autumn is a time that reminds humans of fleeting life, where everything is dying."

Asmo pipes up, "And it's not as pretty as the winter! All the snow and lights."

"There's a few Halloween songs, but that's about it," I shrug.

"You'll have to teach me a few. It's peculiar, since that also reminds humans of death," Satan tilts his head.

I open my mouth to reply, but close it quickly when I feel a hand rest atop mine, under the blanket. Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush, I tell myself as my face heats up.

Despite being close to Mammon and having already made out with him-- and maybe more-- several times, it's definitely flustering to have him hold my hand so suddenly, without a preamble of how he doesn't want to.

He doesn't even bother arguing about my hands being cold.

I twine my fingers with his, pretending to have been annoyed with the hay as cover for my lapse in conversation.

"Well, many humans enjoy the spookiness that comes with Halloween and other holidays that touch on death. They like the thrill, the creativity, the morbidity that comes with the holidays. Others hold them with reverence, as a time they can get in touch with their ancestors, or their deities, or even come to terms with death."

Satan listens intently, and I'm sure he'd be jotting things down in a notebook if he had one.

"Very interesting."

The ride goes on, with a couple pointing out things along the way. Belphie lays across Beel's lap, uncaring of the crumbs falling down on him as he watches the sky darken more and more. Diavolo is the most excitable, pointing out Halloween displays around the town from his chair, with fog machines and blow-up scenes.

Lucifer and Barbatos sit together on a hay bale next to him, the hay covered dutifully with blankets to avoid unfortunate wardrobe malfunctions.

Asmo has calmed down, sitting on a chair and awing over how pretty the trees and decorations are.

The crisp night air smells of leaves and the cold; the smell of autumn.

Everyone is relaxed, and the atmosphere is perfect.

Something will surely go awry. It always does with these demons. Maybe the truck will break down, or an inanimate will come to life unexpectedly, or something will happen after the ride. It's expected at this point.

But, as I shiver, and Mammon's hand detangles from mine so he can wrap his arm around me and pull the blanket up, I look into his eyes.

I really do love him. That reflective blue and gold tugs at my heartstrings, his carefree smile as he tells me I'm shivering-- "Like an icecube," he complains aloud as he shuffles closer. Ignoring the warmth of his face. Ignoring the pointed looks from everyone else in the ride.

I can't find it in me to care about anything else.