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If you would’ve told the Avatar of Greed a thousand years ago that he’d be frozen in place for over fifteen minutes deciding whether or not to buy the red or the blue roses for a mere human, he would’ve knocked you out cold and laughed in your face while he stole all of your Grimm.
But this, Mammon assumed, had to be the biggest decision he’s made in his lifetime.
Forced to choose between the only two colors left in the shop, Mammon was dumbfounded. Red was clearly the obvious choice to get you, since it so clearly represented everything he has ever felt about you since the second he laid his eyes on you - desire, attraction, perfection, and love. When he saw you, he felt faint from loving you so much. He could feel it in his stomach, his heart, and his soul. Such an undeniable fact it was - but showing that sort of love is easier said than done. So, back to square one.
Mammon’s eyes shifted to the blue roses as he sighed. What did the blue roses represent? Do they even have a meaning beyond something unique and fun to look at?! If there were a reason, it wasn’t coming to his attention - so he’d doubt you’d find any hidden reason behind it. You’d probably just think they were some cool, exotic Devildom flower, right? Hah! Exactly!
With about half a second of hesitation, his fingers slightly shifting to grab the red roses, he settled for the blue ones and began to check out.
Of course, Mammon wouldn’t be going through all this trouble for nothing. After you had returned to the Devildom after nearly a year of being gone once the exchange-student program ended, he had found himself more desperate for your attention - but so were his brothers. He had finally managed to score some alone time with you with a movie night in his room, and he wasn’t going to let that go to waste. Tonight was going to be unforgettable - and not a damn thing was going to get in the way of that.
“Now listen, you damn bastard,” Mammon huffed to himself as he trudged through the streets of the Devildom. “You ain’t going to screw this night up, ya hear?!” Lord Diavolo, what am I doing talking to myself?!
His palms started to sweat, and he had to physically restrain himself from gripping the bouquet or roses so he wouldn’t break them in half by the stems. But as he got closer and closer to home where you were waiting for him, he could feel his heart beating oh so rapidly in his chest.
Once he had opened the door to the House of Lamentation, he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Mammon made a quick beeline for his room before any of his brothers could tease him and put more doubt into his head than he already had - he was nervous enough without that.
“Get it together, man,” Mammon groaned, “You’re The Great Mammon, what are ya getting so worked up over a human for, huh?! They’re gonna love everything! Of course they would! You ain’t gonna screw a thing up!”
But once Mammon opened the door to his room, he was goner.
Because there you were. His breath caught in his throat the second he saw you, and you hardly had to do a thing to provoke such a reaction. You were just sitting there on his couch, scrolling through your phone while you lazily munched on the bowl of popcorn sitting on your lap, but Mammon couldn’t help but feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in his chest that he got every time he saw you. Breathtaking.
“Hey, you!” You beamed, quickly setting your phone and bowl of popcorn down on the table as you stood and walked over to greet him. “I was totally going to finish the popcorn if you hadn’t come sooner, you know… wait, do I sound like Beel?”
“Hey, no mentioning my brothers tonight! You’re mine, you hear? Tonight, I mean…” Mammon could feel his cheeks burning already, and he had half a mind to wipe it away like it was physically possible. “Anyways, I uh…” Mammon hesitantly extended the bouquet of blue roses out to you, hoping to Lord Diavolo that your eyes wouldn’t catch his fingers trembling. “I got ya these flowers, MC… I-I wanted tonight to be special, because… you’re special to me , and I’m real glad you’re back home, you know? Back where you belong. So… here. Take ‘em, I got ‘em just for you.”
Mammon watched your mouth gape open in awe, and he couldn’t miss the sparkle in your eyes for the world. Once again, Mammon felt faint with how crazy in love with you he was. He sure as hell missed that look in your eyes, and he could hardly believe that he missed it for almost a year without dropping dead.
“Oh, Mammon, these are beautiful! You got these for me?” you grinned from ear to ear, now trying your hardest not to blush like a madman. “They’re gorgeous, thank you so much! But I didn’t get you anything, you should’ve told me we were exchanging gifts!”
“Hey now, it ain’t like that! You don’t have to get me a thing, okay?” The Avatar of Greed, not asking for something in return? Your existence is enough of a gift, MC. “I… I hope you like that they’re blue, MC. I know they ain't traditional or anything, but… I saw them and I thought of ya.”
You grinned up in awe at him. “I love blue.”
Mammon’s mouth curved into the biggest grin. “I love you, too, MC.”
Now wait a damn minute.
Except you didn’t say “I love you”.
THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT SCREWING UP, HUH?!
And now, Mammon felt like he could drop dead.
If Mammon wasn’t blushing before, he was on fire now - and it was impossible to hide. “Now - wait! Ya didn’t hear what ya think ya heard, okay? I said ‘I love blue’ too, alright! Don’t go twisting my words around in that puny little human brain of yours, ya hear? Hey! Stop smiling at me like that, I said -”
Before Mammon could say another word, you pulled the Avatar of Greed down until his lips were on yours - without warning, and without thinking twice about it. But it was right. Oh, it was so right . Mammon needed your breath as much as he needed his own, because your lips felt like home. Your lips against his was where they belonged, where they needed to be, and Mammon swore he could stay like this for forever and ever.
Suddenly, Mammon’s little screw up didn’t feel like such a bad thing anymore.
Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your forehead against his and smiled. “Let’s just watch the movie now, okay?”
Mammon couldn’t believe he was able to force any words out of his mouth, but yet he prevailed. “Ya gonna kiss me like that and think I’ll be paying any attention to the damn movie? How cruel of ya, MC.”
How cruel indeed.
But luckily for Mammon, the movie was oh so quickly forgotten about.