To late to fall in love - A Mammon x MC fanfic
Hello everyone. Hope you like my dramatic fanfic. Sorry for the grammatical mistakes. ;-;
Your relationship with Mammon has always been at least unusual and difficult to frame.
Although he was not willing to help you in the beginning, as soon as the pact was signed, the two of you started to accumulate more and more time together.
And between a “Grr, no touching” and a “Get your hands full of fingers from the MC”, where this was usually aimed at any other individual who approached you besides himself, Mammon started to demonstrate, in a general aspect , an incredible ability to be concerned about you.
Although Mammon could be quite reckless and at times very irresponsible, the two of you have built a solid friendship. Well, at least until that extremely sexy and cool demon appeared on the cover of Majolish fashion, and he looked like your stupid friend.
It seemed that a spark had been lit in your heart and that instead of being extinguished, it became a very bright flame. And although you refused to accept the idea at first, as the days went by, you just couldn’t see it the same way anymore.
You started to find yourself watching him without realizing it, admiring his deep blue eyes or how he ruffled his hair when he was ashamed. You could see the overprotective friend and the attractive guy in the same person.
As soon as you realized that your feelings were growing, you took courage to start showing signs of your affection. And as you would expect, Mammon never caught these signals, even though they were all over your face at all times when you were together (and that was already clear to everyone around you), even if you wanted to and a lot let him know, the guy was immune to the obvious … at least, until that fateful Tuesday night.
You were watching a movie, as usual. Miraculously, none of the other brothers were there, probably because the film was a mix of sweet romantic comedy with really macabre terror. Idea coming from Mammon is clear.
Sitting side by side on the floor, you laughed at the horror scenes (although he laughed to ward off his own fear of the macabre scenes) and he made jokes in the romance scenes, even if they did it only to disguise the embarrassment.
In the meantime, you reached out in an attempt to grab a pillow from the bed, just above and behind Mammon. At that very moment, he stretched his arm right in front of you intending to pick up the bucket of popcorn. That was when their faces got too close and their eyes met. Yes, in the most cliché scene of all.
Your heart raced and his face immediately took on the tone of a ripe tomato, both motionless and anxious, attentive to each other’s reaction. He leaned slightly towards you and you were sure he could hear how loudly your heart was beating at that moment. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, millimeters separating your lips. You closed your eyes and waited for the sensation of contact between your lips. But she never came.
When you opened your eyes, Mammon’s face was turned away from yours, his face was troubled and ashamed. He said just one
“I’m sorry” before getting up and leaving your room. You, however, remained on the ground, still in shock.
The next morning, you had dark circles. I hadn’t slept and while you spent the morning hours looking up at the ceiling, your brain and your heart were fighting each other to establish an explanation for what had happened. While your heart said that Mammon must have panicked and ashamed, your brain said you had been rejected with all the letters.
And as soon as you arrived at the table for breakfast, your brain gave the first punch to your heart, because as soon as you offered everyone a good morning and sat down, Mammon looked away from you, clearly nervous and ashamed.
In addition to the absurd silence, which was abnormal for someone as loud as he is, Mammo barely touched the meal, leaving the table in a hurry for school, leaving you and 6 other astonished brothers behind.
And just like at breakfast, Mammon avoided seeing or talking to you for the rest of the week, whether at school or at home. Always on the run, always busy or late for something that immediately required him to be away from you.
Your routine as inseparable friends quickly disappeared. Every time you tried to find it in any way, it just got out of sight, out of reach. At this point, if the human heart were made of glass, it would be possible to say that only fragments remained of it.
The last splinter of hope in your heart was shattered once and for all by the countless punches thrown by the brain until the end of that week, when you finally accepted that besides he doesn’t like you, maybe things could not go back to what they were before.
And since that realization brought a void that you didn’t know how to measure, you unconsciously tried to put your body in defense mode.
Obviously the brothers noticed the apathy you showed the next day, or the absence of your faithful bodyguard the following week, or how complete you seemed in the weeks that followed.
Clearly, everyone was concerned about his apparent sadness in the weeks that followed, and although everyone wanted to tear off his brother’s skin still alive, Lucifer calmed everyone’s spirits, leaving them free to “help” in any way they wanted, as long as did not cause even more trouble between the two of you.
And although he seemed really calm in saying that, he held on to himself to keep the little brother from hanging upside down and whipping him until he got tired (not that this was unusual for Lucifer to do with Mammon, in fact you already did had saved that kind of punishment for more times than you could count).
In the meantime, it was as if the voices of those with whom you shared so many moments were muffled, uttered behind an invisible wall that you placed between yourself and the rest of the world.
And although Beel offered his own chocolates to cheer you up, or Asmo proposed a new beauty routine exclusively for you, nothing seemed to instigate your wounded core, which lasted longer than you could count … until the day your despondency hit rock bottom.
And once he was at the bottom, all that was left was to go up, wasn’t it?
At some point, every open wound closes, as long as it is given the right time for this to occur.
When your brain had the time it needed to make peace with your heart, offering the comfort that one needed and the inspiration that the other wanted, you finally seemed to begin to remove the blockage you had installed around you.
Slowly you resumed your shine, perhaps because you accepted two or three tips from Asmo and perhaps because you slept better thanks to the pillow you got from Belphie, who despite being always very sarcastic about all the reasons, was extremely worried about you .
You reshaped your routine and slowly resumed your life inside the House of Lamentations, almost as if that day was just a sad and distant memory in your past.
However, things didn’t seem to have found a way out for his best friend. From the day Mammon ran out of your room, he clearly didn’t know how to correct what he had done or how to treat you since what happened. Since that day, he had accepted that he was indeed “the scum” among the 7 brothers. But obviously, he would keep that feeling locked behind a smile even more smug than usual.
Weeks after “breaking up” with your best friend, you lived a more hectic routine; going to the gym with Beel, going to the bookstore with Satan and playing more, much more video games with Levy. Still, a void had not yet been filled and you knew exactly why.
And it was thinking about it that the idea came to him, after an afternoon having tea with Satan. He seemed so excited about the idea of one of his books becoming a movie, quickly spreading to Levy, being followed by Asmodeus, who was dazzled by the main actor and by Beel who was eager to eat all the goodies that the cinema could offer. Belphie just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere for a nap, so it was easy to convince him and Lucifer concluded that he could finally spend quality time with some relaxing activity.
After all, if things started with one film, then nothing better than another to solve everything. Right?!
Thinking about it made the wound in your heart itch, just like when we scratched the knee in childhood and as the wound’s skin closes, we feel compelled to remove it, many times, making that wound bleed again.
And it was only when Mammon accepted the invitation to participate in the movie night, that the last surgical point fell from your wound, now completely healed.
Slowly, you approached again, and the smile from before had returned to your face, without you even realizing it. Likewise, he finally seemed to be himself again. Since that day, in his room, Mammon felt ashamed and confused, and inside his own heart, he was lost about what he should do.
He had refused your feelings while he did not understand how his own worked. Furious with himself and clearly unable to cope with what he had done, he decided to walk away from you, although that was the most difficult thing he had done since he decided to fall from heaven, for the sake of his own family.
And as he watched you become more and more apathetic, he felt more and more like a worm and even though he was more and more afraid of you hating him for it, he was less and less courageous to appear in front of you.
Finally when you invited him to join everyone on that movie night, his heart seemed to start beating after a long time.
Seeing his face showing him a gentle smile made him remove the weight he had imposed himself, months ago, the weight of walking away from his best friend, because he just didn’t know what to do to fix what he had done. At that moment, your smile seemed to have become more beautiful than he remembered and much more necessary than he thought.
But, along with the relief of having you by his side again, another feeling seemed to be taking over his heart right now. A bitter feeling started to take place inside Mammon, whenever any of his brothers got too close to you.
Obviously, Mammon had always been protective when it came to you, always wanting all your attention to be on him. But now, what he felt was a deep hurt to see them flirt with you while you … seemed to respond ?!
That was when the record that he was jealous finally fell. He saw his incredible friend, the companion of the brilliant schemes he came up with, but there, between the two, there was a third that he had not noticed before. A third MC, who made his heart flutter when he smiled, that made him jealous when he saw you spend the whole night playing with Levy, that made him excited when he saw you use something more provocative … excited ?! Was he excited about you ?!
Until then he had never thought about it, but now he often found himself awake at night, thinking about you, and not always in a puritan way.
It was when he realized, when he woke up in the middle of a particularly hot night at Devildom, after a dream, also particularly hot, that what he really wanted at that moment was to be able to have you by his side.
Heart and brain had agreed that he had fallen in love with you and for the first time, he gave himself over to it completely. From that moment on, the Avatar of Greed could only think of you and how he would utter the feelings that were growing rapidly.
During the following week, Mammon searched through all possible gift ideas, always trying to get some extra information about you from the other brothers.
Now that he finally understood his feelings, he was concerned that he had lost some important detail that he could use the moment he declared himself to you, something to symbolize how he felt about you.
And although he collected relatively important information about you from the others, nothing seemed to be good enough, at least until the moment he passed the Akuzon window one morning, on his way to RAD.
There it was, a beautiful prop for couples, a pendant in the shape of the mascot that was in your favorite series. They were a pair, perfectly matched and beautifully decorated with white gold and small diamonds instead of eyes. A small fortune, of course, but one he was willing to pay, as long as it was for you. He would buy Lord Diavolo himself if that was what you wanted.
Once Goldie did the job, he left the store carrying a box, wondering when it would be the best time to talk to you about the feelings he was no longer able to handle.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush caused by the amount of zeros on that bill, but whatever it was, Mammon decided he would go to confession that same night.
And so, he went to your room, as soon as everyone had dinner and said good night to each other. As soon as silence reigned in the Wailing House, Mammon marched towards his room, the box in his pants pocket. Standing there, in front of your door, he felt doubt run down his spine like a chill, and fear took hold of him for a moment.
And it was while fighting him that he opened the door to your room, without even knocking, just so that another chill would go down your spine, this time by surprise.
There, sitting on your bed were you and Levy, your arms around his neck, his hands sliding behind your back, your lips glued together in a fiery kiss.
It took Mammon a few seconds to process what he was seeing, just like you and Levy, clearly taken by surprise.
- Hey Mammon, I didn’t hear you coming in … is everything okay? You asked when you saw what face he had paled.
- Did you also come to participate in the raid in that game? This time it was Levy who had asked. Certainly he had said something about it during dinner, but Mammon had no mind to think of anything but you. If he had only come to your room … maybe Levy wouldn’t have …
But that thought was cut off by your voice that said “sorry for what you just saw, we intended to make it official in the next few days”, blushing slightly as he intertwined his fingers with Levy’s while he confessed that you had been together for a while couple of months.
That was when a reality punch hit Mammon hard. Although on the outside he tried to keep his appearance calm while wishing them well, on the inside he wanted to scream. He finally realized that there was no countermeasure that he could have taken to prevent his brother from reaching you before him, because he himself had given up on that option, months ago.
He was too late to fall in love with you. You had moved on and although it hurt more than anything he had been through, he would never demonstrate it in front of you.
Mammon might be Greed in person, but he would never do anything that could upset the brother he loved so much. Levy was shy and withdrawn and he knew that if you were together, it had been a tremendous effort on his part.
And so it was, in the midst of the pain in his chest, the only alternative was to save what little pride he had left.
- Ahh, I would really like to, but I have a unique opportunity to make money tonight and unless you two nerds have a few thousand grimmns hidden in these battered joysticks, I better get going.
And without even hearing your answer, he left your room at a quick pace, towards his own.
Arriving in the room, he deposited the box on the table and mechanically turned on the computer, still shaking, directing his search to a famous auction site, filled with valuable objects from the celebrities on Devildom. In the description of the item he wrote only “pendant of a broken heart” adding “unique opportunity of acquisition” while a sad smile was drawn on his face.
He looked at the box and murmured to himself:
- If it’s broken, at least we’ll get rich by selling the shrapnel.
The tears finally flowed.