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spacemooshroom · 1 year ago

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Dare to Hope

• odxny/reader

• 1.8k words

• Summary: Stepping into the light after living in the darkness for so long is not easy.

But he finds it may be worth it if you're there for him.

Your voice rang in his ears even hours after hanging up.

He sat on his chair, staring at his monitor, hesitant on what to do next.

He replayed your last call in his mind, stuck like a broken record.

A million thoughts ran in his mind. And there you stood, amid them all, in the eye of the hurricane.

You.

How could someone he had met such a short time ago change everything so fast?

His hope had been long gone. He was certain the pit of darkness he had fallen into would be his reality for the rest of his life.

But then. A weirdo with a strange passion for esoteric languages came into his life.

Did you even come into his life? Was your effect on him grand enough to declare you had, in fact, impacted his life?

He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Were you a divine beacon? A sign that he shouldn't go along with what he had been planning for so long?

A sign that he could still dare to hope?

He groaned even more.

He knew it when he met you, and he told you as much. That your time spent together would be short.

When you met, it was settled that in just a short while, you would become strangers again.

And yet.

You were so hell-bent on that not happening.

Just why?

Why did you care so much about someone you had just met?

Someone you knew nothing about? For fuck's sake, you didn't even know what his face looked like.

And yet you liked him.

Warmth bloomed in his chest, settling in his stomach as rocks at the realization.

You liked him.

He couldn't wrap his head around the fact, but he so desperately wanted to cling onto it.

Were you really the sign he didn't know he had been waiting for? A sign he never dared to hope would come?

He deemed himself helpless. The fate he had decided for himself was the only fate he seemed fit for him.

The fleeting image of a new fate with you made him lurch back on his chair and begin pacing around the room.

You haunted him, and he found he liked the feeling.

He dreaded liking the feeling.

Even if- okay, even if the attraction was mutual, how could you two even make this work?

What if when you saw his face you found him ugly?

What if you held him in your arms and were immediately repulsed by him?

What if he was too much for you? What if he wasn't what you wanted?

What if the spell broke? What if you hated the real him?

Was there even a real him?

...........

He sat on the floor, knees against his chest.

The scene was straight out of a teenage rom-com, he realized.

He groaned yet again.

What if you looked inside and did like what you found?

What then?

What if you decided to stay?

What if he dared to hope?

You had landed on his life by pure chance, and now he found he wanted to take the reins of his destiny.

He stood up from the floor and sat back down on his chair, intent on turning his life around.

And he was, to say the least, afraid. But he wanted this. Wanted to believe in this feeling.

He sighed, logging into the program, a plan already formed in his mind.

The final hack. The end of something.

And the start of something new.

Was it corny? Maybe. Possibly. Definitely.

It didn't matter to him. He realized he preferred corny to meaningless.

His hands trembled as he typed his phone number in.

His mind was plagued by thoughts of you.

You, and your stupid laugh he liked so much.

You, and your innate way to make him smile and laugh.

You, and your words to him, which he still couldn't believe were making him do a 180 on everything he had been planning for so long.

He spared a glance at his mask. It sat on his desk, seemingly staring at him.

You, and the possibility of a future with you in it.

It took you less time than what he'd anticipated to call him.

He felt light. Chill in his balcony, but warm in his heart.

He realized you were just as hopeful as he was.

He couldn't stop smiling.

He walked across the airport, his nerves alight.

He was fighting the urge to turn on his heel and sprint away, yet he had gotten so far already, now hadn't he?

Besides, he found this feeling sort of addictive. And he realized it was worth it to feel like he was about to throw up in the middle of the airport when he spotted you amongst the crowd, scanning the area to find him.

And when your eyes met his and he saw your lips stretch in an impossibly wide smile, all thoughts of running away dissipated.

And goddamn, he already loved hearing you laugh through a screen, but hearing you laugh while sitting on your couch with you and eating take-out was so much better than he could've ever imagined.

"So, like, where did you get the mask?"

"That," he began, grabbing a fry from the coffee table and popping it into his mouth, "is a secret."

You scoffed, shoving a handful of fries into your mouth.

"Oh, come on! Did you get it custom made?" Your voice was muffled by the fries in your mouth, and he had to concentrate to make out what you were saying.

"Not telling."

"And what about the emojis? Did you draw those or did you commission them?"

"Not telling."

You groaned, plopping back onto the arm of the couch, staring daggers at him while he simply smiled.

"Come on! Why the secrecy?"

"Why the rush to find all that out?"

"What, so will you tell me as time passes?"

"Perhaps."

You groaned yet again, changing into a kneeling position on the couch, your face closer to his.

His smile in real life was no match to the smile almost covered by the mask he sported in videocalls.

And his eyes... You were glad the mask was no longer concealing the glimmer in them.

"Did you throw the mask out?"

He shook his head, popping another fry into his mouth.

"No, it's way too cool to throw it out."

"Oh, good. It does give you all of your charisma points."

He laughed and you laughed with him, and you looked into each others eyes and everything felt so simple now when just a short time ago it had all felt so complicated.

He was no longer a vision on your monitor, and he would never be "a fond acquaintance you would never see again" like he had put it.

When your laughter died down, you gingerly brought a hand towards the side of his head. You heard him suck in a breath, his chest stilling.

You asked for permission with your eyes, and he softly nodded, allowing you to touch him.

You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let your hand linger on his jaw, your touch making goosebumps rise on his skin.

"I really like the mask, but..." You ever so softly stroked his jaw with the back of your fingers, and he felt he could just melt right there and then. "I prefer to look at the person behind the mask."

He gulped. Intimacy. He could do this.

"I..."

He took a deep breath, an attempt to slow down the beat of his rampant heart.

The desire to run away suddenly returned.

It was easier to let something go that cling tightly to it, but he found he wanted to cling to you as hard as he could.

He didn't want- he couldn't let you go.

He dared to hope you would feel the same.

"I'm scared."

His voice sounded small to his ears.

You tilted your head in question, urging him to continue.

He sighed, sinking deeper into your touch.

"I'm scared this won't last," Once he managed to get that out, his next words came out rushed, eager to get out of his chest. "I'm scared you'll one day wake up and realize you don't want me around, or worse, that we'll grow distant with time and- I just- I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you as well."

Word vomit out, rocks settled in his stomach once again.

You continued to stare into his eyes, and for a few seconds, the fear you would mock him gnawed at him, but then, you cradled his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, and he felt the drumming in his chest slow down ever so slightly.

You said his name oh so softly, and he fought against the tears that welled up in his eyes.

"For what it's worth, I don't ever want to lose you," you paused and took in his softening expression, easing from a nerve-tightened one. "I don't ever want this to end, either, and I'll be clinging to it, to you as hard as I can."

That. He needed to hear that so badly.

Neither of you could predict the future. Neither of you could set a due date for your relationship. This wasn't a server made specifically to extort people that would be shut down once everyone involved had achieved their goals.

This was more than that. More real, more volatile by nature.

You both wanted this to last, and you were both going to do everything in your power to make sure it lasted for a long, long time.

Both of you dared to hope.

And he found that was enough for him for now.

He fully melted into your touch, his chest brimming with emotion and affection.

"You're not alone anymore." you said in an almost whisper.

He cradled one of your hands with his and pressed it deeper into his skin.

"Thank you for coming into my life."

You smiled softly at his words, and he fought back the urge to press his smile against your own right then.

"Thank you for letting me stay."

Warmth bloomed in his chest and threatened to spill through the tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't want to hold the urge back anymore.

And apparently neither did you.

You met in the middle. You hummed and he let air out from his nose, tilting your heads to press deeper into the other.

His other hand pressed against your own. He then slid his hands down your forearms, and you shivered and he felt like dying. In a good way.

You pulled his face even closer to yours, and his hands caressed your arms in slow motions, tentative yet full of affection.

He almost didn't believe the moment was real, along with everything that had led up to it.

You had changed everything, and had given him the courage to hope.

This was only the first step in his new journey.

And he was certain you would be there for him every step of the way.

• a/n: The main thing i wanted to portray here is odxny's shift of mentality and how he reacted to it. How adverse he was to any chance of betterment coming his way and then the fear of it not being real or not lasting once it eventually arrived. I really didn't want to fall into the whole "he's found love and now he's happy" thing, I wanted to portray the exact opposite; how he now has something (someone) that brings him so much happiness and is his first step into his life having meaning again and how he's so afraid of losing it.

I really hope he wasn't out of character here I luv him with my entire heart and wanted to portray him being in distress but in a believable way.

This may be too long of an author's note but idc i love to yap.

#mush writes stuff #seekl #seekl vn #odxny #odxny x reader #I MIGHT post this in ao3 but I'm an idiot and having way too many issues with it #if i figure it out then it'll be there my username is the same as here

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spacemooshroom · 2 years ago

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I can see through you

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (you're here)

Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)

Third person POV (both Satan and MC)

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Awkward silences and Satan being in denial that's it

Wasn't expecting the second chapter to be double the length of the first one but haha here we are

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Satan was sitting on one of the armchairs in his room, reading the book MC had gifted him.

He hated to admit it, but the human had a good taste in books.

The book was about the life of a man; a completely ordinary man, whose most interesting aspect was the fact he had a cat as a pet. Said cat was the narrator of the book, which made the man's life more exciting.

It truly was thrilling to see the world though a cat's eyes. Just how every moment seemed like an adventure, the uncertainty of it all...

Amazing

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He was just reading a part in which the man had brought his cat for a stroll, and Satan was absolutely mesmerized by the way the cat saw the world; the plants, the animals, the sky, so high up.

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The cat viewed its owner as their companion, part of their litter. The way it described him was endearing; how protective he was of it, how he loved to pet it, how he was always by its side...

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What the fuck

He let out a curse and set his book aside. He couldn't quite ignore the attendant this time, since they were knocking on his door.

Just what the hell did they want now?

Wait.

Maybe they had brought him another book?

What if it was another book on cats?

Satan got the mental image of MC, looking through the extensive library at Cocytus Hall, searching for another book that could interest him. He smiled lightly, despite himself.

Truth be told, the attendant had been in his mind more often as of late since they had gifted him the book.

And he hated it.

How dare they be nice to him when he had been nothing but mean to them up until then.

And how dare they try to strike up conversation with him more often about mundane topics like his favorite type of flower or what other hobbies he had, as if they were actually trying to get to know him.

He actually mattered to them?

Preposterous.

He shook any weird thought out of his head and opened the door, and sure enough there they were.

They weren't holding a book this time.

And they weren't pleasantly smiling up at him.

No, this time they had distress clear on their face, in their hands a kitchen cloth.

"What is it?" He asked, not at all concerned at seeing how worried they seemed, of course.

"I was taking a walk in the garden when, suddenly, I started hearing some faint meowing coming from the cypresses," Satan's eyes widened at that "and sure enough, there were some kittens under a cypress, five kittens Satan and... Oh gosh, I tried to search for the mother but she was nowhere to be seen!" They were truly panicked "I don't know if their mom abandoned them, or where she might be, maybe the mother rejected all of them? I don't know if they're in a bad condition, I don't know much about kittens, all I know is," they looked up at him "you know about kittens, you know about cats, and I need your help"

Oh they were a good liar alright.

The thing about them finding some kittens was true, but they were more than aware that the mother would soon be back.

It was a common trait in cat moms, after giving birth and making sure all her kittens are alright, mama cat would sometimes hide her litter and leave them alone for a short amount of time in order to search for food or new shelter.

They knew this because they always listened to Satan when he talked.

This one time, a bit after their first arrival at the Devildom, MC had been wandering around the gardens when they started hearing some faint meowing, much like this time.

They got near the source of the crying, and found Satan crouching behind some bushes, hiding from the kittens...?

"What are you doing?" they asked, puzzled.

Satan shot his head up to look at them, grabbed their arm and pulled them down with him.

He then shushed them, frowning at them.

"What?" they whispered.

Satan rolled his eyes, and pointed at the kittens.

MC tilted their head, confused.

"Yeah, there are some kittens there...?"

He groaned, and started moving his hands effusively. They just stared at him.

"Where's their mother?"

Stan threw his hands in the air, exasperated, then pointed behind his back.

"Why is she gone?"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP" he whispered-yelled.

They jumped a little, almost falling in the bushes if Satan hadn't grabbed their arms and pulled them just in time, causing them to stumble and fall on top of him.

"Get off me, you-!"

"Shhhh!"

"What the fu-"

"The mother! She's here!"

They both stayed frozen. Satan followed their gaze, and found mama cat, jumping down from a wall.

They followed her with their gaze as she went to her crying litter. She laid down beside them, and used her paws to bring them closer to her, so they could feed off her.

MC smiled at the heartwarming moment.

"She came back!"

Satan looked up at them.

They were propped up by their elbows, their face awfully close to his, their body pressed against his own. They stared in awe at the family of cats, a smile grazing their features.

Satan's breath got caught in his throat.

"Get off me"

They seemed to get back to their senses, looking back at him, and as they realized what a compromised position they had found themselves in, they were quick to jump back, away from him.

Satan raised himself from the floor, wiping his hands on his sweater.

He looked up at them, and found them looking back at him, red painting their cheeks. His own face reflected their blush.

After a few seconds of awkward staring, MC broke the silence to say:

"So, why are you hiding?"

Satan directed his gaze back to the cats, and when he saw that the mother wasn't paying them any mind, he said:

"I didn't want to alarm the mother"

They nodded, understanding.

"Did you see her giving birth?"

He shook his head.

"I came here looking for some peace to read my book when I started hearing some meowing. All of the kittens had already been born by then, and the mother was cleaning them"

"How long have you been here?"

He blushed at the question, embarrassed.

"...Two hours?"

Their eyes widened and they chuckled.

"And what about your book?"

Satan looked to the side, where his book laid, forgotten.

"...I'll find some other time to read it"

They laughed again, and Satan joined their laughter.

They stayed there in silence, looking at each other, a light blush on their faces, until MC averted their eyes, flustered. Satan coughed, flustered as well.

He directed his gaze to the cat family, where MC was looking at.

"...Do you think Lucifer will let me take one of the kittens in?"

"No way in hell"

"..."

"...Pun intended"

"..."

"...Did you know that kittens are born with blue eyes?"

And so, Satan spent the next 30 minutes or so explaining multiple facts about cat birth and kittens; how the mother takes care of them, how they learn to survive, their relationship with their siblings, etc. He was like a walking encyclopedia.

And MC listened to every word he said. He rambled on with a glint in his eye, and was very passionate about everything. MC was mesmerized.

And how could he look so pretty while talking about how cats eat their own placenta after giving birth?

MC recalled that moment with endearment.

Once again, the first thing on their mind while stumbling across something cat-related was none other than Satan.

Truth be told, they just wanted to relive that moment with him.

Hopefully it would bring them closer, like it had already happened once.

Or rather, will happen in the future.

Whatever.

Satan was dumbfounded at their sudden rambling and anxiousness about the situation.

They truly looked like they had no idea how to handle the situation, and Satan felt a sudden surge of pride at the fact that they had come to him for help– not anyone else. Not one of his brothers, not Solomon, no, him.

He felt nice. He felt special. He felt seen. All because of them.

"Show me where the kittens are" he said, like he was on some kind of rescue mission, which to him it definitely was.

MC almost laughed, but they had to keep up the "damsel in distress" façade.

They nodded to him and made their way to the garden, where the kitties were waiting for him.

They walked side by side without uttering a word. The bounce in their step was gone, Satan noticed. They were definitely perturbed then.

After a while of walking, Satan broke the silence to say:

"...What's the kitchen cloth for?"

MC looked down at their hand, where they were holding a kitchen cloth.

"I uh- figured maybe we could use it? For... Something?"

"What are you planning to do with the kittens?"

"I'm not sure, that's why I went for you. And I ran to the kitchen to grab this, in case we might need it."

Satan nodded, convinced.

They arrived at the back door and reached the gardens, where MC guided him through to where they had seen the kittens.

It was under one of the biggest trees in the garden, a cypress that stood in a row of many other cypresses.

"Here they... are?"

Both of them stared at where MC was pointing with their hands, but they found that the kittens were gone.

"W-what happened?! They were here just a second ago!"

Satan looked from the base of the tree trunk to the attendant, then back to the tree trunk and once more to the attendant.

"The mother must have taken them somewhere else"

His resolve sounded almost disappointed, MC noticed.

They felt their heart sink at that.

"Maybe they are still around here? We could search for them."

"If the mother took them with her then that means everything is alright with them. No need to search for them. They'll be fine"

Their shoulders shagged.

He was right, of course.

He always was.

There was nothing to fix if everything was alright.

If everything happens as it should happen.

"...Yeah"

Satan noticed their dejected expression.

"Is something wrong?"

He couldn't care less if something was wrong, he thought right after asking. Why was he asking?

Why would they be disappointed that the cats weren't there? Weren't they worried about their well-being? It was obvious the cats were alright, so why did they seem so disappointed?

"...I was kind of excited to show you the cats. To look at them with you"

He stared at the attendant, with their sad eyes and dropped shoulders.

...Oh.

They wanted to share something with him.

He felt warmth spread across his face, ever so faint.

They wanted to share something with him.

That thought echoed in his mind, taunting him.

He wasn't sure of what to say next, if anything, but hopefully, whatever was brewing up in his brain to say to them was interrupted by the most faint of meows.

Both their heads shot down to where the sound had come from, a few steps from the tree.

They approached the spot slowly, and there, laying alone, was the tiniest cat they had ever seen.

It almost blended with the darkness around it provided by the dark Devildom sky, since its fur was completely black.

Satan kneeled next to it, and MC followed suit.

MC was silent as Satan examined it with the utmost attention. As he did so, they looked around nearby, trying to look for its mother.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

And neither any of her kittens.

"...Do you think...?"

"...Maybe the mother abandoned it"

They looked at him, a cold expression on his face.

"But we should wait for a bit. Maybe the mother is carrying all of her kittens somewhere else, and this one here is the last one remaining"

"...Right. That makes sense"

And so, Satan stood up, looked down at MC, who was still crouching besides the kitten, and offered them a hand.

"Come, let's watch the situation from somewhere else so we don't scare the mother in case she comes"

MC took his hand and stood up and smiled at him.

That totally didn't make his heart flutter.

Of course not.

They sat on a nearby bench, close enough to be able to look at the situation, but far enough that the mother wouldn't be frightened by them, were she to come back.

MC had their full attention on the kitten, while Satan was focusing on the fact that they had never been this close to him for this long amount of time.

"That's the cutest cat I have ever seen"

"Did you know kittens have 26 teeth?"

They spoke at the same time and turned to look at the other.

"Hm?" MC asked.

Satan wished the ground would swallow him right there and then.

"...Kittens are born with 26 teeth, while grown cats have 30"

"...Oh!"

"WhydidIjustsaythatwhatthefuck"

"Yeah, they have 26 teeth when they are born, but, um, those fall out, and they grow 30 teeth"

"Whydon'tIjustshutthefuckup"

"So they're like us humans, then!"

"...Do you have 30 teeth?"

MC giggled at his question, and he briefly wished he had never been born.

"No, adult humans have 32 teeth, while kids grow 20 baby teeth. As they grow up, their teeth fall out, and they grow 32 in total"

"...How does it feel when your teeth fall out?"

MC widened their eyes.

"Do demon teeth not fall out?"

"...No? At least, mine didn't fall out"

"...Do you know if angel teeth fall out?"

"I have no idea"

"..."

"There's a question I have for your brothers"

They laughed together, which helped to ease Satan's nerves.

They spent a good amount of time talking and asking each other questions, and MC couldn't help but think to themselves that this was the longest conversation they had ever had with the Satan from the past.

And also the nicest.

Satan, on the other hand, was over the moon.

Someone was actually listening to him. Someone actually cared about him.

This filled him with an unfamiliar warmth, very different to the warmth he felt when he was angered. This warmth seemed to envelop him in a cozy blanket, instead of making him feel like he was surrounded by scorching fire.

He felt nice.

All because of them.

Absurd

After what felt like minutes but was probably a full hour, MC thought to look back at the spot where they had left the kitten.

"Did the mother come back?"

Satan followed their gaze.

"I wasn't paying attention," he answered.

"Me neither," they responded.

"That's another way of saying their full attention was on me"

".....By Diavolo am I delusional"

"We should go check"

"Yeah"

They went over to where they had found the kitten, and they found it there, still.

"...So the mother did reject it..." they mumbled.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, weighing what the implications of that were.

The kitten must have been too weak, and the mother decided that it was not going to survive.

"...What do we do now?"

Satan stared at the kitten, disgruntled.

"If the mother decided that this kitten was not worth looking after because of how weak it is, then the best thing should be to let nature take its course"

"..."

"...I really don't want to do that, though"

"Oh thank Diavolo you said that"

Satan chuckled and kneeled next to it. It was sleeping, shivering. It probably wouldn't survive the night if it was left on its own.

"Give me the cloth"

"...Please" he added quickly.

They kneeled down next to him and offered him the kitchen cloth. He took it and used it to lift the kitten from the ground and envelope it in it.

The kitten was so small it fit right in the palm of his hand.

It moved a bit in his hold, getting more comfortable. When it settled, it let out a small chirp that made a smile grow in Satan's face.

MC felt like their heart was about to jump out of their chest because of the adorable scene before them.

They stood up and Satan followed suit.

"Do you think Lucifer will let me take it in?"

MC looked back at him, this deja vù feeling washing over them.

"Maybe"

Satan smiled at them.

"Let's go inside"

They went back into the house and into Satan's room. He made a makeshift bed with a sweater that was laying on a chair and placed it on his bed, and laid the kitten enveloped in the cloth on the bed. It was still asleep.

Once everything was settled, MC turned to Satan, who sat with them on his bed, the kitten in between them.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We should bathe and feed the kitten as soon as it awakes. Although, we shouldn't give it any of the milks we consume, since neither of them have enough nutrients that the kitten needs"

"So what can we give it?"

Satan mulled it over for a few seconds, when an idea sparked in his mind.

He stood from his bed and walked over to one of his armchairs, where the book they had given him laid. He took it and presented it to them.

"In here, it lists a recipe for substitute cat milk. Maybe we could try it"

"It lists a recipe for substitute cat milk? I thought the book was a biography of some sorts" they asked, confused.

"Yeah, but at the beginning of it, when the cat is narrating how his human took him in, it explains how the human had found him at his garden, much like it happened with this one, and it says that the human took him in and fed him a concoction of sorts, which the author then writes the recipe for as a side note. Maybe we could try it"

MC couldn't help but smile at the excitement he showed as he talked about the book they had gifted him.

"Yeah, we could try it. Though, I should also run to the store to get it an actual bed, a litter box, a feeding bottle and anything else it might need, so I could also buy some kitten milk replacement"

"That would probably be better, yeah"

"Okay then," they stood up from the bed and headed for the door. "I'll be right back with everything the kitten will need. While I'm gone, think of what you wanna name it. And um, you should also check whether the cat is male or female"

Satan smiled warmly at them, despite himself.

"I'll do that. Thank you, MC"

They mirrored his smile and opened the door.

"No need to thank me"

And they left.

Satan sat there, the kitten sleeping next to him.

As if on cue, the kitten stirred from its sleep. It lifted its small head, looking around and meowing.

Satan smiled to himself, feeling endeared by the small creature before him.

He lifted it from its bed, which caused it to start meowing louder. Placed on his palm, he stroked its back with his finger, making it purr.

He picked it up with two fingers in a claw-like way to inspect it.

"Ah, so you're a female"

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Satan spent the next hour inspecting an coddling the kitten, and thinking of what to name her.

And also thinking about MC.

Mainly thinking about MC.

How could he help it? He thought to himself. They made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So of course he wanted to feel like that, so of course he was thinking about MC.

Then again, the fact that MC was the reason of these warm foreign feelings was maybe not a good thing.

Specially since in theory, he couldn't stand them.

They were annoying, bright, too cheery, too caring, they had a way too pleasant face that Satan couldn't help staring at,-

He felt his face warm up as he thought of them.

Why was he feeling like this?

These feelings had washed over him like a tsunami. They were sudden, and they made him feel like he had been knocked over by a giant wave and was now drowning in them.

Was this good? Was he supposed to feel this way? Was he supposed to be so helpless around them?

Why was he feeling this way?

Because they cared about him? Was that it?

Was he head over heels for a human because they had been listening to him talk about- whoa

Head over heels?

Wait

What

Was he...?

Did he...?

Was that why...?

His eyes widened at the realization.

He had gotten his hands on some books about romance, and he recalled this one book in which the main character was questioning his feelings for this other character.

He placed the kitten back on her bed, to which she complained, wanting to be back in his grasp.

He walked over to one of the bookshelfs in his room, and pulled the book out.

He searched for the part in which the character was questioning all these things, in hopes of confirming or denying what was going on with him.

He remembered reading this book and thinking about how the main character was such an idiot at trying to deny his feelings, when he was so smitten with the other character.

He reached the part he was searching for.

I sat up on my bed, restless. The moon was shining right outside my window, casting my room in all kinds of eery shadows.

All day, all night, I felt haunted by thoughts of them.

Why was I thinking about all this?

Why was I feeling this way?

It made no sense.

Just a second ago, I couldn't even stand them. They were a loud-mouth bother, too joyful for their own good, too shiny, too beautiful-

Whoa

Am I...?

There's no way...

Right...?

I stood from my bed and grabbed the oil lantern beside it.

Turning it on, I walked over to the mirror in my room, and found my face completely red. I frankly looked like a tomato.

Oh.

He touched his face. His cheeks felt on fire.

Oh.

Tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap

He jerked his head towards the door, feeling his heart pick up its pace. In his astonishment, he dropped the book in his hand, which made him curse loudly.

"Everything okay?" He heard them from the other side of the door.

"Y-yeah, just- one second!"

After rushing to pick the book from the floor and put it back in its place in the shelf, he went to the door and opened it, and sure enough, there they were, holding three full bags of goods.

"I'm back!" They announced happily.

His lips curled into a smile at their excitement, despite himself.

He moved aside to let them in and shut the door behind them.

They placed the bags on the bed, careful not the disturb the kitten, that was trying to stand up on her own, but kept stumbling over.

"She's a female" Satan announced.

They looked up at him, their smile growing.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

"Did you give her a name?"

"Yes," he answered, picking her up, earning a chirp from her "I named her Kukku, which means dark in sumerian"

They giggled.

He screamed inside.

"Did you name her that because of her dark fur?"

He started and blushed.

"No, i named her Kukku because she was surrounded by darkness when we found her. But uh, your reasoning makes more sense"

"..."

"That's smart! And cute!"

His smile mirrored their own, and he felt his cheeks growing warmer.

"Oh, I'm going down"

They walked over to where he was standing, and petted Kukku. She started purring in his hand, earning a giggle from them.

Just as Satan was thinking that this moment couldn't get better, his door burst open.

"Care to explain what exactly you two are planning? Why did MC come back home with... Three bags...?"

Lucifer stood at the door, looking back and forth between Satan, MC, and the little creature Satan was holding.

"What is going on here?"

"..."

"Did your teeth fall out when you were an angel?"

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"I still can't believe Lucifer let me keep her"

"I mean, how could he not? She's totally adorable!"

Satan walked MC to the door. After spending the rest of the evening talking Lucifer into letting Satan keep the kitten they had found in the garden and taking care of everything MC had bought for her, it was time for them to go back to Cocytus Hall.

"Still, she even pissed his hand when we gave her over to him"

"Oh I totally thought he was going to kill us and throw her out right there"

He chuckled, looking down at his hand, where the little rascal was resting.

They arrived at the door, but they were both hesitant to open it.

"Remember that a kitten needs lots of special care. Especially a newborn kitten, and especially if the mother rejected her"

Satan nodded at their words.

"I'll take her to the vet tomorrow, to check if there's something wrong with her that we can't see"

They nodded and smiled at him.

"Great. I'll come back tomorrow, so if you want, I can accompany you"

"That'd be great!" He said, excitedly.

He then regretted his excitement, and coughed awkwardly.

"I mean, yeah, sure"

MC chuckled. Luckily, they could see through him.

"Alright then. See you tomorrow, same time as always"

He smiled at them, already wishing for them to return.

"Perfect"

They opened the door and stood there for a few seconds, hesitant.

They petted Kukku a final time, and looked up at Satan, mirth in their eyes.

"I'm glad we found her when we did. And that she gets to have someone as amazing as you as her owner"

His breath caught in his throat, and once again, he felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment.

"How much do I owe you for the stuff you bought?"

They chuckled at his awkwardness and shook their head.

"It's a gift from me to you. Don't even worry about it"

He couldn't help but stare at them, dumbfounded.

"Ah, okay"

They laughed one last time and waved at him as they stepped outside.

"See you tomorrow!"

"See you..."

And they shut the door.

And he stayed there, blushing, unsure of what to do now, taking everything in.

Kukku stirred from her sleep, and started chirping at him.

He stroked her little head and chuckled.

"What do I even do now, hm Kukku?"

As if to answer him, she chirped up at him.

"Yeah, I thought so"

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A/N

You really don't know what stuff you actually know until you're writing something I stood in front of my mirror at 2am counting my teeth and googled it just in case I was making a number up or didn't know how to count

Also I'm not entirely sure if Kukku actually means dark in sumerian bc every article I visited gave me a different word for it but there was a guy in Quora that convinced me of it so yeah

And yeah I couldn't get the image of the "come let's take ibuprofen together" meme out of my head while writing the part in which Satan offers his hand to MC

I really appreciate feedback or just comments so if you have anything to say just do so :)

Thanks for reading!!

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