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You can hear Mammon before you can see him.
Mammon is loud. That’s a fact that many know. The Avatar of Greed is also known for many other things. Amongst his close friends, he’s known for being a splurger who’s always broke. His brothers know him as the often obnoxious but always dependable second-born. The citizens of the Devildom know him as one of the strongest demons in the realm but also the most approachable of the Seven Sins. Casinos know him as the idiot who doesn’t know when to stop playing.
But you? You know Mammon as your soft-hearted, sappy lover.
He’s proving that now as you walk towards the crowd that has gathered around the Blackjack table. You’re not close enough to make out what he’s saying, but the sound of his voice is unmistakable to you.
“Are you sure we can’t stop at the buffet?” Beelzebub asks as he effortlessly moves through the crowd, and you stay close behind him as the crowd parts for him. His height and status are enough to clear a path, but Beel still mutters quiet “thanks” and bobs his head in gratitude to the parting demons. You wave from behind him at the other denizens who, at this point, are accustomed to your presence in the Devildom.
“No, Beel. Lucifer told me to get Mammon and come straight home. No buffet this time," you say and the Avatar of Gluttony makes an upset noise. You pat his back comfortingly. “Maybe next time, big guy. We can talk Lucifer into paying since we’re doing this.”
Beelzebub turns over his shoulder to look at you. “Wow, Belphie was right. I think some of Mammon might be rubbing off on you.”
“H-hey!” you pout. Before you could say anything, Mammon’s voice catches your attention. He had grown louder the closer you and Beel got, and you realized the reason you couldn’t understand what he has said was that Mammon had been incoherently slurring for half of his sentences.
As Beel reaches the front of the crowd, they all erupt into gasps and murmurs. For a moment, you think it’s because of Beelzebub’s sudden appearance, but then Mammon’s laughter floats into the stuffy air of the casino.
“Nice try, but the great Mammon has just cleaned you out!” Mammon says haughtily, and it’s all you can make out before the words begin to slur themselves together.
“Oh,” Beel says, and there’s genuine surprise in his voice. “He’s drunk. I guess Mammon was serious this time. He must have tried using the alcohol to kill his nerves.”
“Drunk?” you repeat as you step out from behind Mammon.
You spot him sitting alone at the blackjack table with a mountain of chips sitting in front of him. The dealer across from them grips the table with both of their hands and looks down at their empty chip tray with a look that can only be described as I’m going to lose my job. Mammon, on the other hand, is laughing boisterously with his hands on his hips.
“I’m gonna get my human the most expensive ring money can buy!” he shouts gleefully. Your heart skips a beat at his words, and it’s as if Mammon feels it because he stops laughing and turns over to where you’re standing with Beel.
As soon as your eyes meet, his eyes light up, and he’s out of his seat and walking towards you with the broadest smile you’ve seen him wear.
“There ya are, sunshine!” Mammon croons, and you flush at the pet name. On a trip to the human world once, Mammon basked in the sunlight momentarily before he turned to you with burning cheeks and told you that the warmth of the sun on his skin was the same feeling he felt in his heart whenever you smiled at him. After that, you became Mammon’s sunshine in the constantly dark Devildom.
He tugs at your hands with a broad smile on his face, and it’s one that you can’t help but reciprocate. “Guess what? I’m startin’ to save up for our wedding. You’re gonna get only the best on our wedding day!” He informs you very loudly.
“Mammon, you can lower your voice. I’m right here,” you inform him in a gentle voice as you reach up to stroke his cheek affectionately. Mammon presses into your touch.
“I can’t help it,” he says, bringing your other hand to his lips for a quick kiss to your knuckles before pressing it over his heart. “I’m winning big tonight! The more I win, the more I’m gonna have for our wedding!”
You scrunch your nose. Standing so close to Mammon now, you can smell the alcohol on his breath. “How much Demonus did you drink?” you ask.
“I stopped counting after my fourth or fifth horn,” he laughs loudly before dragging you towards the blackjack table with him. “Look at all these chips! Do you know how much I’ve won so far!?” He asks, and without letting you count the chips like he’s taught you, he answers. “Seventy-three thousand Grimm!”
“Seventy-five,” the miserable dealer corrects.
“Seventy-five thousand Grimm!” Mammon repeats and looks at you with sparkling eyes. “We’re rich, baby!”
“That’s great and all,” you say, and your enthusiasm is genuine, but you look around Mammon to smile apologetically at the dealer. “Can we come collect the winnings tomorrow? I really need to get Mammon home.”
“What? No way! I’m winning real good right now!” Mammon complains.
“Mammon,” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster. Given who you’re speaking to, it’s not that hard, but you still weave your voice with magical persuasion to help you. After all, Mammon’s greed knows no bounds. “You can’t be at our wedding if you’re strung up from the ceiling.”
Realization dawns on Mammon’s face, and he whirls around to shout at the Blackjack dealer. “Gotta go, bud. Can’t be late to my wedding,” he says, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and clapping the poor dealer on the back before returning to you.
“Beel, buddy,” Mammon slurs as he holds Beelzebub’s shoulders and shakes him before clapping his shoulders appreciatively. “Don’t worry. There’s gonna be plenty of food for ya at the wedding!”
“Wedding?” Beel asks, tilting his head in question.
“Hell yeah!” Mammon says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against his shoulder. “For when (y/n) and I get married. I want it to be the most expensive wedding in the history of all three realms. After all, it’s gonna be for my human.”
Mammon punctuates his point by squishing your cheeks in one of his hands and guiding you gently towards him so that he could place a kiss on your lips. He exaggerates his mwah! before taking your hand and leading you out of the casino. Instead of clearing the path, Beel trails behind the two of you like a hulking bodyguard as he mumbles complaints about not eating at the buffet. Still, denizens clear the way for Mammon in the same way, not because of his status and height but rather for his status and volume.
“‘Scxuuuuuuseee me. The Great Mammon and (y/n) coming through,” he slurs, and surprisingly, people listen. You can’t help but smile despite how embarrassed you are to be paraded around by Mammon, who is making sure that everyone looks at how perfect you are because as embarrassing as it is, this was such a Mammon thing to do that you couldn’t help but fall for him further.
“You’re going to regret this so much in the morning,” you laugh as Mammon wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. At some point during the entire ordeal, Mammon had transformed into his demon form, and now he’s wrapping a wing around you with the smuggest look on his face.
“No way in hell,” he barks with laughter. “I could never, ever regret showing everyone how much I love you, sunshine,” he says, getting louder and louder. “In fact, I love my human! Everyone needs to know that! I love (y/n)!” Mammon shouts as he stumbles out the front door of the casino.
“Everything just got dizzy,” Mammon says, looking over at you from over his glasses and grins at you. “Must because you’re here,” he slurs.
You raise a brow. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Everything I say about you should always be taken as a compliment,” Mammon says very seriously. “Everything about you is to be revered. You’re the most perfect person in the world for me, and everyone needs to be jealous that they ain’t got a love like ours!”
“Oh, is that so?” You laugh as Mammon leans more of his weight on you. Beelzebub moves forward to help you avoid being crushed by the elder brother, but you wave him off. You’ve got him just like he always gets you. “I think that’s definitely something to be jealous of.”
You turn onto the main boulevard and begin to pass different shops. As you pass each shop, Mammon is excitedly mentioning everything in the shop that he intends to buy for your wedding. You can’t help but melt at the thought of Mammon thinking about a future together. After their return from the Human World, the two of you eventually reached a deal with Diavolo that allowed you to evenly split your time living in the Human World and the Devildom.
Every time you returned to the Devildom after spending half a year in the human world, Mammon would always speak of marriage, to keep you in the Devildom with him or to make a more valid excuse as to why he should be up in the human world with you, but Solomon, Simeon, and Diavolo would remind him of the delicate balance between the three realms and the uncharted territory that was a demon marrying a human, especially one as powerful as Mammon.
Mammon, despite his Greed, understood well. But that didn’t mean he would always take it well. He grew clingier the closer the days of your departure grew, but it’s not like you really minded. He was, after all, the only demon for you.
Even now, as he used your intertwined hands to guide you down the street, excitedly pointing at any store and telling you exactly what he would buy you for your wedding, even if 75,000 grim wouldn’t possibly be enough to afford everything he said, you couldn’t help but be happy, because you had Mammon and Mammon had you.
You were so far gone in love with your loveable idiot right from the moment Lucifer assigned him to protect you.
Every time he reminded you that he was your first.
Every time he clung to you and begged you not to return to the human world.
Every time you video called as you were going to bed so he could remind you that he loved and wanted you.
Every time you found him speaking of you to any of his friends.
Every single time you fell deeper and deeper in love with him, and that was perfectly fine with you. There wasn’t anyone else you’d rather be with.
“What do you think, (y/n)?” Mammon asks, and he’s walking beside you know, much slower and stumbling every so often. You blink in confusion as you slowly turn up to look at him. You realize you’ve been daydreaming the entire time and smile sheepishly at him.
“Sorry, I was just thinking of how much I love you,” you laugh.
It’s Mammon’s turn to grow embarrassed as he stops in his tracks and stares at you. He’s cute like this, you think— his eyes are wide, and his mouth is slightly hanging open. He’s obviously speechless, and you can’t help but laugh as you reach up to close his mouth. He only growls and takes your hand before tugging you closer to him. Even if his grip is firm, he’s gentle, as he always is with you.
“You can’t just s-say stuff like that!” He complains as he draws you into a hug, hoping to hide his blushing face, and you can’t help but laugh again.
“Sorry, was that too much?” you ask. “You’d been so excitedly talking about how much you love me. I thought it was only fair to reciprocate.”
Mammon tsks. “It’s not like I need it to be reciprocated.”
You try and muffle your laughter but fail, which only intensifies Mammon’s pout. “Sure. I forget The Great Mammon is just that amazing.”
Mammon loosens his grip and pulls back, not enough to release you from the hug but enough so that he can stare at you. “I don’t need it...but it sure ain’t bad to hear it,” he mumbles, glancing away.
You cup Mammon’s face and smile at him. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and you can’t help but want to fluster him a bit more. “I love you,” you say.
“Y-yeah….me too. I love ya too….” Mammon says as he kisses the top of your head. “I want the whole world to know how much I love you and that you’re mine . Which is why I need to put a ring on it, like yesterday. ”
You smile at him as he raises your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I don’t need a ring to know that you love me.”
“Yeah, maybe. But that ring is gonna be so freakin’ shiny that everyone will know you’re mine,” Mammon says, swooping you into his arms and peppering your face with kisses. The two of you stumble around with laughter, mainly because Mammon is having a hard time staying upright. You don’t mind it, though. Not when he’s showering you with affection.
“All this ring talk is making me crave onion rings….” Beel complains as his stomach growls loudly. It’s only then that Mammon and you both remember he’s there, and it’s not like you meant to ignore him, but whenever you’re with Mammon, it’s like the rest of the world isn’t there anymore.
“Alright, bug guy, cause your big bro is feelin’ so kind today and because I just won big , I’ll get ya a hell-sized order of Styx-battered Hoia Baiciu Onion Rings from Hell’s Kitchen,” Mammon says, clapping Beel on the back when the younger perks at the mention of the food. Beel hurries ahead, leaving you and Mammon alone, and the Avatar of Greed keeps an arm around your waist to steady him as the two of you make your way to Hell’s Kitchen. “Of course, you can get whatever you want too,” he says, smiling over at you with such a dopey expression that you can’t help but smile back.
“All I want...all I need is you, Mammon,” you say.
Mammon presses a kiss to your temple. “Greedy, aren’t we? Wanting to keep The Great Mammon all to yourself!’ he says. His cocky grin melts into something much sappier as he meets your eyes.
“You’re all I need too, (y/n.) I love ya so much.”