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leviathans-watching · 4 years

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Sticks & Stones Chapter 9 (final chapter)

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You had politely declined Asmo's offer to help you get ready for the movies with Mammon, which is how you found yourself in your bathroom, trying to make yourself presentable.

It wasn't that you didn't want his help, it was just that if this did turn out to be a date, you wanted Mammon to be going to the movies with you, not the you Asmo made up.

You knew your line of reasoning was kind of silly, but whatever.

Leaning over to rinse your face, you marveled at how soft your skin was after Asmo's treatment. He had gone all-out with the spa treatment and you were grateful, as it left you feeling refreshed and cleansed.

I'm never going to look good, I should go ask Asmo- You thought, before cutting yourself off.

No, this was something you had to do for yourself, and plus, you had the reassurance Mammon already thought you were attractive.

Thinking back over the past week, you were amazed. You never knew the boys could be so sweet, and even if it had been awkward, all of their words had been nice, albeit slightly overwhelming to hear.

Asmo had apologized for the night before, saying he hadn't meant to lose control, and you had thanked him of apologizing and reassured him it was alright.

You guessed you needed some tough love every now and then.

Brushing your hair, you styled it, smiling at your reflection, satisfied.

Checking the time on your DDD, you realized you had a little less than an hour until Mammon said he would swing by your room, which was perfect.

Pulling on the outfit Asmo had helped you pick out the night before, you sat on your bed to wait.

Putting on a show, you let your mind wander, back to the boys. You just couldn't stop thinking about all of the sweet things they had said and done for you. They would deny it, but Lucifer even let you take a day off from RAD, which was a big deal.

They had all been there for you and made sure to watch out for you, saying all these kind things that were totally out of character for them.

Maybe they had made a big deal out of a couple of bad days, but you were touched.

So it had led to you and Mammon fighting, but you had forgiven each other, realizing you both needed to let it go and accept you were both in the wrong.

You knew, even while you were mad at him, he had no ill intentions to you, and was just trying in his own way to make sure you were okay. Plus, he probably was pressured into telling by the rest of them.

Honestly, you weren't sure why it took you so long to realize you liked him.

You always would seek him out, and it went way more than in an "oh he's my best friend" type of way. Your eyes would instinctively go to him whenever something happened for his reaction, and you just felt so comfortable with him.

You would just chalk it up to you being terrible at deciphering your feelings at leave it at that.

Checking the time on your DDD, you realized it was nearly time.

Mammon had a habit of running a little late, so you weren't expecting his head to peek around your door. "Ready to go?"

Standing, you met his smile with one of your own. "Yep!"

Mammon led the way, and the two of you walked down the front walk. "I figured since it's so nice today we could just walk," Mammon looked over for your opinion, and you nodded.

It was unusually warm, even for spring, the sun providing ample warmth that was offset by the light breeze.

"MC, I uh," Mammon hesitated, and you looked over at him. His face was red beneath his sunglasses.

"Yeah?"

"You look nice," He got out quickly, not meeting your gaze, and you felt a matching blush heating up your cheeks.

"Thanks! So do you." He did look nice, in the same jacket he had lent you earlier in the week with a white button-down half tucked into back skinny jeans. It was obvious he had put effort into making his hair look artfully messy as well, but you had to admit, he could pull it off.

"Thanks," Mammon stuttered out, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

You were not as nervous as you expected yourself to be. Mammon always set you at ease, and this time was no exception, so it was natural to step closer to him, so your arms brushed.

Making it to the theater, you got in line, as there was already a short one formed. The movie wouldn't start for a little bit so you had time to get popcorn and snacks. Wondering what they offered in the devildom in lieu of movie snacks, you jumped slightly when Mammon tapped you.

"What kind of food should we get?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"I don't know." Looking over the menu you saw they did have popcorn, which you were thankful for, but you didn't recognize anything else. "How about popcorn and then your favorite thing, since I've never had any of it?"

Mammon pursed his lips. "What if ya don't like it?"

"More for you, I guess."

Falling into comfortable silence, you checked your DDD, opening Devilgram. As usual, Asmo's story was wild, making you huff out a laugh.

Mammon stiffened beside you, and you looked up questioningly, tuning in to the sounds and conversations around you.

Two girls, a witch and a demon, were gossiping behind you, talking shit about how you must have dragged Mammon here.

"...He's so hot, too. It sucks that he's unavailable all the time now, dealing with them. And they're not even cool like Solomon is..." The voices faded out as the girls walked away.

Mammon put his hand on your arm, but you just rolled your eyes, surprising him.

"This week taught me more than I expected, I guess." You explained, and Mammon smiled. "Plus, what do you think they would do if they knew THE great Mammon was the one who wanted to see this movie in the first place, not me?" You teased, and Mammon laughed, eyes still not losing the worried edge.

You were fine, though. You were at the movies with Mammon, the second born demon lord, for maybe a date, and had just spent the last week with the rest of the demon lords falling over to try to reassure you of your worth.

So, you didn't really care what those girls had to say. They were probably jealous, anyway.

With this revelation, that you, a human, could make a demon and a witch jealous, you got a burst of confidence.

"Hey, Mammon, is this a date?"

"What!" Mammon sputtered, face turning red. "MC, ya can't just say something like that!"

"Mammon," You whined, feeling like you had the right to tease him. "Are you saying this isn't?"

"MC," He tried, and you looked up at him, ready to go at him some more, but the words on your tongue faded when you saw something in his eyes that gave you pause.

"Do you want it to be a date?" He finally asked after what seemed like an eternity of staring at each other, and you licked your lips nervously, watching as those damn blue eyes flicked down to track the movement.

"Do you?" You got out, and Mammon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Isn't that obvious?" He asked with a wry smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Well, good, 'cause I want it to be one too," You nodded, and Mammon relaxed.

"Good."

You stared at each other for a second, but during the conversation you had made it to the front of the line and the attendee was waiting on you to give him your tickets.

Awkwardly letting Mammon go through the transaction, you let yourself get used to the idea, that yes, Mammon had confirmed you were on a date.

"Hey," Mammon got your attention, handing you a thing of popcorn and your cup. Smiling gratefully at him, you let him get the receipt before walking over to the drink machines.

After properly doctoring up your popcorn and filling your cups, you made your way to the showing room and found your seats. At first it was fine, the light conversation flowing easily between you two distracting you, but as soon as the lights dimmed and it got quiet, you knew you were in trouble.

Mammon was just... so distracting. You weren't watching the film, instead looking at him, trying not to be too obvious.

He was focused on the screen entirely, leaving you able to observe how the light flashed against his skin and how his expression would shift thought the scenes.

You were going crazy.

A couple of times your hands brushed while reaching for popcorn, and he turned to look at you then, lips quirking up in a grin.

It was so cheesy.

When the lights came back on, you stood with him, stretching, listening to him babble about the movie. You had a vague idea of what he was talking about, but the more nuanced stuff was lost on you, but you listened anyway, following him as he excitedly led you out of the theater.

When you made it outside, the air was cool against your skin, and Mammon immediately offered you his jacket.

"Wow, really pulling out all the stops, huh?" You took it, slinging it around your shoulders, and Mammon scowled lightly at you, but you could tell there was no heat behind it.

"Ya should be honored!"

Getting the sense that he didn't want to go back home as much as you, you wandered, eventually ended up sitting on the same park bench you had sat on almost a week before.

"MC, I really like ya," Mammon was hesitant in the dark and you almost wished you could make out the blush that accompanied those words. "I think you're the smartest and bravest and coolest, and not to mention, ya put up with all of us, which puts ya in a league all on your own," Mammon continued, and you chuckled. "And I guess I wanna make sure ya know you're not alone."

"Mammon," You breathed, and very gently, his hands were cupping your cheeks, cradling them.

"Can I kiss ya?" He asked, and you nodded, knowing he could feel the motion.

His lips were soft and gentle, pressing against yours in an unbearably sweet way. You sighed a little, and Mammon hummed, smiling into the kiss.

He drew back slowly, reluctantly.

"So don't go thinkin' you're alone if ya feel bad or somethin' stupid like that." Mammon pressed his forehead into yours, and you nodded once more, finding his hand and squeezing it.

Mammon was your best friend. You could show him every ugly part of yourself, bare every inch of your soul, and he'd be there to wipe your tears and make it better every time, and you knew, you'd do the same for him. It only made sense that the feelings went further than either of you knew.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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#obey me shall we date #obey me game #mammon x mc #mammon avatar of greed #lucifer obey me #leviswriting #sticks&stones #obey me leviathan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #first dates #movies

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001 - Coincide

Hi everyone, hmm so I decided to post my first Vanfic, as I said, English is not my first languaje and I tried my best to check like 1,000 times it, but please tell me if there’s any gramatical error or smth like that. Hope you like it aghhh I’m so nervous haha. Okay, bye. X

“I can’t believe you invited him” you said to Sophie, your best friend and co-worker.

“He’s one of my oldest friends, it’s not my problem that you both decided to break up before my birthday” she replied joking but you knew she was right.

“Hey Y/N!” said Anna, another friend of yours interrupted before you can say anything. “You look amazing!” she hugged you with force, excited. “Come here!” she walked you to the little group of people sitting at the couch of Sophie’s apartment chatting and drinking. Sophie gave you a look that said ‘act normal, it’s fine’, and disappeared into the kitchen. ‘It’s gonna be a long night’ you thought and took a sip of the beer you just grabbed.

The scene you were playing in your head all day became real. Your ex boyfriend, Paul, was chatting with a guy you have seen before in some parties. He looked up when you approached to the living room and hugged you briefly and it was an awkward moment for everyone. It was the first time you saw him after the break up, a few weeks ago.

“Good to see you” he said, politely.

“Good to see you, too” you replied, breaking the hug.

You both ended in good terms but it was very recent. You still felt guilty because it was your idea, you needed time. The monotony started to make you feel stuck and bored and you weren’t sure if you still loved him, you cared about him of course, he was a good guy but that sparkle of love was gone a long time ago. It was hard for you both to take that adult decision. He cried when you left the apartment but agreed that it was for the best to separate before you both ended hating each other.

Everyone were watching how you both handled the situation, you could sense their gazes analyzing your moves. That was the worst part of having friends in common. Nobody said anything because they all knew about the situation but there was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air. You sat in one of the arms of the couch, took off your jacket and leave it behind you.

The conversation started again and you stayed quiet, drinking your beer and hearing Anna discussing about Brexit with David, Sophie’s boyfriend. Your eyes scanned the rest of the apartment.

Sophie had decorated the place with Christmas lights and shiny balloons. Many bottles of beer and wine and other drinks were on a table across the room, with some snacks and empty cups. The music played through speakers, loud enough to hear it but not very much so people can talk to each other without yelling. She was a great host.

“Excuse me” you said after a few minutes that felt like hours. You tried your best to involve on the chat about politics with Anna and David but you didn’t knew much about the topic as them and you needed a cig.

You stood up, took the box of cigarettes from your jacket and made your way through the crowd of people to the balcony. Sophie didn’t smoke so it was forbidden to smoke inside her apartment, you needed some fresh air anyways.

“Fuck” you cursed when you noticed you didn’t bring the lighter.

“Hi to you too” someone said and you look up from where the voice came.

“Van?!” you almost choked “oh my God!” and screamed. He laughed and smiled showing his crooked teeth. “Oh my God, what-” you opened your arms and hugged him. He immited your move and put you closer to his body. He was warm and smelled good as always, the same shampoo scent he always used, mixed with his expensive perfume and tabacco.

“How you doing? Long time, missed ya” he talked so fast as usual, even after so many years it was difficult to catch everything he said.

“I’m fine, how are you?!” you said taking a step back. “Are you still on tour or…?”

“We finished it last week, now we’re taking a break from gigs and stuff, time to write new songs and visit some friends” he said with the sparkle in his eyes you remembered. “What about you?”

“Same old shit, I guess” without talking, he flicked his lighter and you put your cigar on your lips and moved your face to the little flame.

“Still working at the bar?” you nodded filling your lungs with the toxins.

“Yeah, we miss you around there. Me and Stella” you said joking, he always ordered the beer Stella Artois.

“I miss you both, too” he replied smiling and winked.

That’s how you met him, working as a waitress at a bar many years ago when he played there with his band Catfish and the Bottlemen. They became more successful and changed the shows at pubs for gigs at festivals and big arenas, all over the world. But they remained humble. Even after their big success, they stopped by to say hi, drink beer and watch football games at the pub. He knew Sophie from work too and she has been a fan of his band since the beginning, she was the one who put their records non-stop at the bar.

You became a friend of all of them but specially of Van. He was charismatic, charming and friendly with everyone but you had a special bond. You liked to discuss about music and when they started to go on tour you kept in touch via text messages and FaceTime calls, specially when he was high or you were drunk. When he had some free time, he always showed up at your work and if any fan recognized him he would buy some drinks for everyone and have a chat with them. Those kind of gestures described Van perfectly. He was kind with everyone, all the time. No matter if you met him a minutes ago or since a long time, he’d always make you feel comfortable and had something to talk about. He always was in a good mood and had an optimistic view of the world. He was like a warm and shiny light of sun on a winter day.

His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, he seemed more mature with it, that was the only difference you noted. His eyelashes were long as you remembered, his freckles all over his face were still there. Same clothes, skinny jeans, jacket, shirt and boots. He was dressed in black, head to toe, as always. Nothing has changed.

One cig after other, the floor was filled with ashes and cigarette butts. You been talking for almost an hour, catching up and remembering old times. He told you about his adventures on the road and how amazing was to play at big venues. When he talked about it his eyes shined and he couldn’t help but smile wide. You looked at him with admiration, you listened him with attention, wondering how it would feel to be so down to earth even with so many people admiring you and having you as an idol. It was freezing outside but you didn’t care or noticed, the conversation distracted you enough to forget about the weather or the rest of the world, even the thought of Paul was gone of your head for a moment.

“So… are you here alone? Any lucky guy… or girl is here with you tonight?” he said after he told you about how he fucked up his last relationship and he didn’t want to be with anyone while he was on tour.

“No, not really, well my recent ex-boyfriend, Paul, is here but I don’t think he consider himself as a lucky guy right now” you replied, laughing.

“Shit, I go away for awhile and I miss all the drama” Van overreacted and you laughed.

He was different. That reaction was unexpected yet made you feel better. Anyone in his position would react as if they really cared about you or your feelings when in fact it wasn’t completely true. When you told your friends, their response was ‘oh what a shame, but you two probably will be back together soon, you’ll see’ or ‘oh that’s a shame, you made a great couple’. That’s not what you needed or wanted to hear. In fact that made you feel worst, guilty and as if was the wrong decision. None of them tried to make you feel better or at least less worried about the whole situation. You knew they had to be impartial because they knew you both but still, you didn’t feel like it was any helpful.

“Here you are!” Sophie’s voice interrupted “I’ve been searching for you everywhere.”

“Sorry, we’ve been catching up…” Van said watching you.

“Yeah and killing yourselves” Sophie pointed the cigarette butts on the floor and you rolled your eyes at the dramatic comment. “Anyways, it’s fucking freezing here you twats, and it’s time to blew the candles and eat cake! C’mon!” she clapped and came inside again.

You both laughed and entered to the warm and crowded room. More people came when you were smoking, at least 30 persons filled the small apartment. Anna took your hand and guided you to the kitchen ordering you to help her with the cake and candles. You glanzed back at the living room and saw Van shaking hands with Paul. Only if he knew, you thought.

As soon as Sophie asked for her three wishes the music started playing louder and people started dancing. You watched the scene quietly drinking a new beer. Sophie, Anna and another friends were chatting close to you but your senses were focused on the other side of the apartment. Beside the balcony was Van, chatting with Paul and some other guy you haven't seen before. He looked confused and tried to say something but Paul kept talking and pushing Van’s arm, playfully. He nodded and smiled but it wasn’t natural, his eyes scanned the room till his gaze found you.

“Y/N?” Anna’s voice distracted you “what are you-” she said looking at the same direction you were watching seconds before “oh I see… you miss him, right?” her hand touched your shoulder and you frowned your brows, confused.

She was talking about Paul.

“What? No, no” you said shaking your head.

“Look, it’s okay… maybe you should talk to him, he told me that he still loves you and he wants to be with you again. You know, he cares so much about your feelings and he doesn’t want to bother you, he’s giving you space.”

Your heart started to beat faster, you wanted to scream ‘mind your own business’ right at her face but you didn’t of course you would never do something like that. Instead you smiled, faking it, acting calm and said “excuse me” again, as if it was the only comment you said that night.

You escaped to the bathroom and closed the door behind you, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Focusing on something that will distract your thoughts. Then Van’s face crossed your mind. You smiled, unconsciously and took the phone from the back pocket of your jean. “Save me” you texted to him.

After refreshing your face and fixing your hair, your phone rang. “Where are you? What happened?”

“Hidden at the bath” you replied “they're trying to fill my head with all the same shit about my ex”

“Yeah I met him, weird lad huh” he texted the same way he talked, you smiled “sorry bout that, we can leave if you want, I’m pretty bored :(((((“ he added as if he readed your mind.

“Yeah pls this party is a waste of time and the music sucks btw” you texted back with the emoji with green vomit at the end.

“Ok see ya outside in 10’ xxxxx” Van replied inmediatly.

Your stomach crunched, you didn’t know if it were because of drinking without having eaten anything or because the wave of rush. But for the first time in a long time you felt excited. It was the adrenaline running in your system again. You thought about an excuse to say to Sophie but she’d insist to stay, so you left without saying goodbye at her or anyone and waited for Van at the front door of the building.

“Hurry uppppp I’m freezinggggg” you texted him, shaking. It was cold and you had left your coat inside the apartment.

After a few seconds Van came out from the elevator walking relaxed as usual.

“Finally, I thought you regretted and started to have fun in there” you said, joking and shaking because of the cold air.

“Nah, I was saying goodbye to some people” of course he did, he was always polite with everyone. He would never leave a place without saying goodbye and thanking people, even if he didn’t have a good time there. “Are you cold? Where’s your coat?”

“I left it inside, just escaped quickly” you replied trying to look un-bothered with your decision.

“Here, take mine” Van took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders.

“No, no, it’s fine” you said, but he insisted. “Alright, thank you” you said putting your arms on the sleeves and smelling his cologne impregnated on the soft material.

“No prob, love, I’m hot” he joked and you laughed loudly.

“Yeah, yeah whatever” you rolled your eyes and pushed the door, unsuccessfully. “Fuck, we don’t have the magnetic key” you mentally snapped your head.

“Let’s go, there’s a side door, I came from there today, earlier” Van said, saving the day... or night.

You were unaware that the building had a side door. There was an security guard, he waved Van and smiled at him, kinda hypnotized for the guy that was taking your cold hand and guiding you to the exit.

“So, where we going?” you asked following his long steps.

“I don’t know, where you wanna go?”

“Dunno, anywhere really. I just need more from tonight, you know?”

“I think we both coincide” he said with a smile on his lips, taking your hand strongly as he started to run, laughing like a child.

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