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The Details of You // Mammon x Artist!reader

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Before coming to Devildom, you were in the worst art block you had ever been in. No lines seemed right. Shapes held no meaning. You couldn't breathe life or passion into anything you worked on. Torn paper decorated the floors, snapped pencils rested on your desk, and sketchbooks laid bare.

Then, things changed. You met the others and it seemed you could find beauty in everything. You could find inspiration simply by looking around.

However, nothing gave you more inspiration than the avatar of greed. He had somehow become a muse. The pages of every sketchbook had a drawing of him. Portraits of smiles and frowns, of anger and sadness, of excitement and embarrassment. Somehow you could perfectly remember these expressions, as if they were etched into your brain by Mammon himself.

Yet, it sometimes grew frustrating.

You could eventually perfect his features, but sometimes struggled with drawing him without reference. On your worst days, something was always off no matter how much you redrew him.

So, it was simple.

You decided to ask him.

"Mammon, I have a favor to ask," You worked up the courage to say, interrupting his "concentration" on studying.

"You're' asking me for a favor?" Mammon tilted his head, "Sure, but ya definitely owe me one!"

He gave your a playful smile; it could rival the sun in your opinion.

"Uh, sure," You replied, "I've been running out of inspiration lately. Do you think I could draw you?"

Mammon raised a brow, "Is that all, human? Go ahead! Who wouldn't want to draw the great Mammon?"

You suppressed the urge to fondly roll your eyes, grabbing a sketchbook and pencils from you desk. You nudged some books to side with your foot, before sitting front of him. You both sat on the floor; Mammon waiting as you flipped to a blank page in your sketchbook.

"Okay, so just stay still," You said, grabbing a 3H pencil. You began with drawing the face, getting the general shape of his face down on paper.

"Ya got it, human," Mammon spoke, "Won't move a muscle,"

A few moments rolled by, silent and calm. Your eyes would lock onto his face every so often. You didn't know, but it felt piercing to Mammon. You staring at him with such a strong, focused gaze was something he wasn't used to. He gulped, his face burning and body itching to move. So, the silence came to an end.

"So," Mammon said, "Why did ya want to draw me anyway?"

You shrugged, grabbing a darker pencil to work on detailing his facial features. "Just wanted to,"

He opened his mouth to say something more, but snapped it shut when your gaze focused on him again.

"Do you not want me to?"

Mammon flinched, cheeks reddening, "I didn't say that."

"Then, let me work!" You huffed, focusing back down on the paper.

Mammon frowned, looking away. You sighed, placing the sketchbook at you side before inching closer to Mammon. You gripped him by the chin, forcing him to look at you. You could see his skin turn red; his eyes shook as his mouth opened and shut like a fish.

"W-Whaddya think you're doing?" He said, looking everywhere but you.

"I told you to stay still," You said, "Keep looking at me,"

"O-okay, I got it," Mammon stammered, "Ya don't have to keep holding my face like this,"

"Mammon," You said gently, "What's wrong?"

"Wha... nothing's wrong." Mammon pulled away, "Nope, nothing at all,"

"Mammon..." You grabbed his face again. This time he managed to lock eyes with you, but his skin turned from a muted red to crimson.

"Ya just... never drew me before," Mammon explained, "I ain't used to it,"

You sighed.

He is as adorable as he is frustrating. You move back to your prior spot, grabbing your sketchbook and pencil once more.

"Fine, just stay still, okay? I'm almost done,"

Silence continued, only the sound of breath and of pencil on paper was audible in the room.

Having him as a reference made the details so easier to grasp. It make life come easier to the paper before you. You could finally draw every detail you forgot and improve upon every detail you remembered.

When you finished, you put the pencil down.

"Finally finished? It took forever!" Mammon grumbled, "Let me see it,"

You handed the sketchbook to him. He took it with a confident grin, only to freeze when he saw it.

"Does it look bad?" You asked.

Mammon's cheeks burned a cherry red, "I-I mean... it ain't too bad to look at. It's a drawing of me after all!"

He stared at it for a few more moments.

"Well, can I get it back then?"

"Nope!"

A loud tear filled the air.

Mammon tore the drawing out the sketchbook, before running out the room with a shout of "thanks!".

You stood up, running after him. The chase would be unsuccessful, as you yelled at him to come back, but couldn't keep up regardless.

However, when you would later go to his room, your drawing would be there framed. Mammon would blush, ranting about how because it was a drawing of him, he had to put it in his room.

It wasn't because that drawing showed how you viewed him. It also definitely wasn't because it was a drawing you did of him, with so much care and detail that it made his heart melt.

His stuttering and stammering continued on, before you simply gave him a kiss and pulled him back to your room.

Maybe you weren't so mad at him taking it.

Maybe now you had a willing muse.

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This was my first fic in the fandom, just wanted to do something quick and simple, hope you enjoyed! (⌒▽⌒)☆

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