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More than Just Greed

A bit angsty but there's a good ending

The avatar of greed can get insecure and depressed sometimes. Be gentle with him.

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There has never been a place he felt so comfortably safe in than being in your arms, whether in his room or yours. For the first time in who knows how long, he felt so loved and cared for. His brothers relentlessly insulting him for no reason, it's obviously going to take a massive toll the longer it keeps happening. He goes to you whenever their insults get too much for him on some days. You help him, you give him the reassurance he needs and craves for, you look after him and give him the love that he doesn't feel like he deserves. You give him closure.

It made him swell with greed. He wanted your attention on him, he wanted your love, he wanted you. But does he deserve you? Without putting his act, he doesn't feel confident that he does.

He feels vulnerable and it makes him feel conflicted. He hasn't felt that way with anyone, when was the last time he had a heart to heart conversation with any of his brothers? Years and years of harsh and hurtful insults and being treated like trash. It made him feel like he doesn't deserve anything.

It hurts and it keeps hurting. What if he's just overreacting? He hasn't known you for that long yet here you are, being his safe space. What if you get annoyed and fed up with him? Surely you're just doing this to get something out of him.

"You're okay, Mammon. I've got you." Ah, the sound of your voice. It brings him comfort. His head buried into your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, legs comfortably tangled with one another. "You can let it out, you're safe. I'm right here for you." Soft words filled with affection mades his heart soar. It cuts down his negative thoughts and fills him with hope; hope that he's more than just a greedy scumbag who's good for nothing. You think of him differently, but do you love him back the same way he loves you? Or is your love for him strictly platonic?? It doesn't matter, he's still happy that you love him regardless of what type.

But it does matter, he's just trying to deny it.

His insecurities get the best of him sometimes. Seeing you hang out with his brothers or the angels, or even the shady sorcerer, you seem to be having so much fun with them. Do you enjoy spending time with him too? What if you were only spending time with him because he was being too needy for you? Was his greed for you too much at times? Have you already fallen for one of them? He's sure that they would treat him better than he could.

Great, now he sounds like Levi.

There would be days where he would hide away in his room, no motivation to plan out another money making scheme. No mental strength to put up with his brothers bullying. Nothing. Today was definitely one of those days.

The lights kept off, blanket over his head, him trying to block out all the thoughts racing inside his head. What if this, what if that, it won't stop. Do they this, do they that, what about you made him feel so... Insecure? That's not it. Vulnerable? Maybe that's it. Exposed? No that's not it either.

"Hey Mammon? I'm coming in, okay?" A knock ripped him out of his train of thought. The sound of the door knob sneaking quietly as it turned, the sound of the door clicking shut and the little patters of feet making his way towards him. He felt the bed dip as you sat down, as much as he wanted to see you, he didn't want you seeing him in such a state.

"What do ya want?" His voice sounded strained, it lacked all the feisty enthusiasm he would usually have.

"If you want me to leave, I will do that. I just wanted to check up on you," You slid your hand under the blanket, "grab my hand if you want me to stay, don't you if you don't want me to." You gave him the option. You wanted to give him options and not confine him with limits. You gave him some time, being patient with him. He hasn't said anything or made any movements, you knew he didn't fall asleep either. You slowly moved your hand out of the blanket, ready to give him the space and time alone, before feeling a hand grabbing it and pulling it back under the sheets. "Do you want to talk about it?" You kept your voice low. You were responded with silence but that's okay. You knew he was working up the courage to say something. You've been there for him on his bad mental days before and you'll willingly be there for him again.

Patience is a virtue, as some would say.

"Will I ever be more than a good for nothing, greedy scumbag?" He started, his voice was shaky. You moved your hand so it was placed on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze for him to continue. "I hear it every single day from them. I'm always their punching bag, the first to blame when something goes wrong, will I ever be more than the avatar of greed?" Words filled with insecurity spewed out of his mouth, words that broke your heart the more he opened up to you. It wasn't often that he would open up so any time he would, you would give him your full attention. You want to make sure he felt heard. The sound of muffled hiccups and sniffles filled the room, you waited for him to finish before giving your words of closure and love to him.

"You're more than just a demon of greed, Mammon. You're THE great Mammon, my first man and the protector of the human world's representative." You slid your other hand under his, holding his hand with both of yours now. "I'll go have a chat with them later about how they treat you but I want to make sure you're okay before I step out of this room. Can I come underneath the blanket with you?" He tugged you in as a yes. You slid underneath the blanket, immediately feeling him crawl into your arms. You moved your hand up to his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his warm skin.

"Do you love me, MC?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Please just answer it." He wanted to hear you say it. That's all he wanted at this very moment. If he doesn't have the guts to say it himself, he craves hearing you say it at least.

"Of course I love you, Mammon." You pulled him in closer, holding him tightly.

"... In what way...?" Should he be getting his hopes up? Was he going to regret asking so impulsively? Is he about to be let down?

"I love you in a way where I want to be stay by your side until the end, as cheesy as it sounds." He felt a smile crawl on to his lips. "I love you in a way where I want to be the first person you think of telling when something big or small happens. To heaven and back to hell, I love you so much, with all my heart. You, Mammon, have my heart. It's yours."

His heart bloomed with greed and joy. You were his, he was the one who won your heart. Whatever he did, you had fallen for him. He's the winner.

"I love you too... Thank you for loving me."

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I hope you guys liked this!

Also, do you guys prefer mc or y/n bc I don't know which one to use ;;