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It wasn't often that you got an official date with Diavolo.
Usually your time together involved stolen moments away from everyone else, or him taking your hand and pulling you away while he tried to hide from Barbatos. While you enjoyed these moments, precious as they were, you had to admit it was nice to be prepared for once, to have something actually scheduled.
It was no secret that the Demon Prince liked to spoil you. Whenever you were together he'd find an excuse to send you back with some new trinket or something similar, and even on days where he couldn't see you, it wasn't odd for something to be delivered to you courtesy of him. You'd told him, no, insisted that he didn't need to do such things but your protests seemed to go in one ear and straight out of the other, and whenever he bought you something you could wear and he saw it on you -- well... you couldn't deny how happy his dazzling smile would make you.
So you'd sort of come to accept and get used to it, but-- but for once, it was your time to give him something.
The only problem was you didn't really have much money on hand, and every idea you'd thought of and you'd tried to make happen had ended miserably. Sighing softly, you worked your way through the garden behind a small cafe that Diavolo had once stolen you away to pointing out that their blooms were usually of the most vivid colours. They truly were beautiful, and they smelled amazing too -- you'd often come here to relax, sometimes doing your homework with a drink and a sweet pastry. It was one of the few places you hadn't shared with the brothers, a place that was secret with you and your. beloved.
Being amongst the flowers often made you feel as though he was with you, it could help when you felt more lonely being apart from him.
A sentiment he often shared with you. You had lost count of the amount of times he'd messaged you an 'I miss you' out of nowhere, sometimes even only after moments of just leaving him.
"That's it!" you gasped, sitting up straight before eyeing up a few specific flowers. You quickly rushed inside to the cafe to ask permission for your idea, the owners eyes sparkling and a small giggle leaving her mouth when she rightly guessed what you were planning, and for whom, and happily agreed to let you pick some flowers.
You'd never made a bouquet before, but you didn't think it could be that hard -- right?
A sigh left your lips as you picked a few of them, trying to arrange them in a way that was aesthetically pleasing, but it was more difficult than you'd assumed, especially with your added condition of it needing to be perfect. He was used to grand gifts and extravagant displays of flowers after all.
Maybe --
Maybe it was a bad idea, you thought, biting your lip as you tied the flowers together with a ribbon you'd had on you from the time you'd gotten a huge balloon at the Devil's coast with Diavolo. You'd kept it was a keepsake, but now it was coming in handy -- sort of... maybe....
"What am I doing?"
"What are you doing?"
You screamed as the deep voice overlapped your own, mirroring your question. You jumped up in fright, staring wide eyed as your gaze met a familiar liquid gold set of eyes. He was grinning at you playfully, no doubt having enjoyed your reaction, but Diavolo slowly reached out to pet your hair gently. It was strange how he was still so cautious about hurting you - you knew he was a big man, and a powerful demon, but you wanted to point out that he knew better than most you weren't that breakable. You hiccuped at the mental images, feeling your face burn as you quickly snatched up the haphazard flower display and held it up between the pair of you in an attempt to make some space so he couldn't see how flustered you were.
"I... got you some flowers, well... I picked them for you, and- uhm- arranged them like this-" you sighed, cutting yourself off as he remained silent. "I know it's nothing grand or fancy and... you deserve better than anything I could make you, but-"
Your words are quickly cut off as Diavolo's lips press against yours. His hands are gentle as he takes the flowers from you, holding them to the side so he won't crush them as he closes the space between your bodies.
As always he tastes undescribable, and he kisses you in such a way he steals not only your breath, but all your thoughts and all your doubts away. With him, like this, there's no difference in your status, no gap between either of you -- absolutely nothing to sew any doubt in your mind about whether or not you are worthy of his time and attention. It's just you and him, how it's supposed to be; how you want it to be.
Diavolo pulls away only to quickly place another kiss to your lips. "No one has ever given me flowers they picked themselves," he whispers, brushing his knuckles against your cheeks and noting the beautiful redness underneath his touch. "They're special to me, more than anything."
"Dia..." You gulp down, knowing he truly means what he says. He's not a person who lies, it goes against his very morals to do so.
"But now I have to spoil you even more," he says half dramatically as he heaves a sigh. "Whatever am I going to do?"
"I didn't -- you don't have to-"
"I absolutely have to," he murmurs, eyes shifting from the bouquet to your face. "Until everything you own was given to me by you, I... don't think I can stop," he sighs. "Even then I might not be able to... forgive me such behaviour, I just find myself very possessive of you."
Diavolo says the words so simply that you're mentally stupefied at the whole thing. It's not the first time he's confessed to his possessiveness, but as always it knocks the wind right out of you. It's a powerful, addictive feeling, having the Demon Prince, the future King of the Devildom be possessive of you, even more so knowing that you're the only one who could ever call him beloved.
The only one he'll ever spoil like this, the only one he'll say I love you too, the only one who gets those 'I miss you' messages moments after leaving him --
You let out a deep, lovesick sigh and let yourself fall against his chest in his strong embrace. You were positive if you weren't careful this man would take your very soul to keep you all to himself, but you decided that if that was your future, then there were worse fates that could await.