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himemiya-kun · 1 year ago

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Blue Sea＊The Shining, Truthful Atlantis (Chapter 4)

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Chapter 4: Under the Surface

Winter

Characters:

• Wataru Hibiki

• Tori Himemiya

• Yuzuru Fushimi

Wataru: I see! You were talking about that while I was away!

That's good! It's a story that doesn’t interest me!

I'm lonely when I'm left behind on the topic of my friends, but if it's a story I'm not interested in, it's not so frustrating even if I’m left out!

Tori: No, let's be interested, it’s an important story.

Wataru: I don't care what happens to ES, or more specifically, what happens to the idol industry!

What's important is that the stories told by people are interesting enough to interest me. That's the only thing I'm interested in.

Eichi tends to get involved in a lot of talk about that, so I have enough knowledge of politics and economics to understand the context.

Tori: The argument of people who are shown sports that they are not very interested in.

Wataru: It's an appropriate expression! Amazing��

Ah, I'll have something like this somen.

Well, today's performance was extremely tough, so I'm exhausted, and my stomach can only accept food that seems easy to digest.

Tori: Every day, Hibiki-senpai is saying something unusual for a human being.

Yuzuru: Fufu. It's rare for us to have a meal like this, Hibiki-sama.

Wataru: Hehehe. Just in case, I would like to ask you about some things so that this topic doesn’t get left out.

Isn't it a good idea to have a meal together once in a while with people from the same unit to deepen friendships?

Tori: Eichi-sama ended up going anyway since he had some work to do at his parents' house.

Yuzuru: It seems that Eichi-sama had missed the hint. I guess he needed to hurry and find a replacement for Young Master.

Tori: Ugh... Isn't that quick? I haven't replied properly yet?

Wataru: What do you mean?

Tori: Actually. It seems that Eichi-sama wanted to leave one of the branches related to Project-ATLANTIS to me.

Eichi-sama wanted to appoint someone who he could trust and had the level of ability as the boss of some branch office.

Wataru: Is that so? By having the people who serve as his hands and feet to manage the branch office, Eichi will be able to spread his intentions to every corner of the country—

Yuzuru: Fufu. It seems that Eichi-sama nominated Young Master for such a purpose.

Wataru: Are you the boss of the ES branch? Isn't it a great choice considering his age?

Why did you refuse, Himegimi?

Tori: I-I didn't refuse! But I looked pathetic due to lack of sleep, and I was told that I was busy with the student council elections—

Tori: I think that's why Eichi-sama decided that it was impossible for me to do it... He doesn’t want to give me any more burden.

I'm fine though. If Eichi-sama had trusted and entrusted me, I would have worked hard to live up to his expectations.

Wataru: Perhaps he was worried that Himegimi would try too hard like that. You collapsed during the SS, so he thought it would be dangerous for you this time.

Tori: Ah, that was a lifelong nightmare for me as well.

Because of that, because I collapsed, I lost Eichi-sama's trust...?

Wataru: No, no. Perhaps we should say that Eichi repented after that. Himegimi was given a responsibility that was too much for him to bear.

Tori: In other words, the bottom line is that you can't entrust me with the job because I'm not good enough!?

Yuzuru: Bocchama. You're in public, so please keep your voice down.

Tori: I understand. …Ah, excuse me, server, please give me this sata andagi.

Wataru: If you eat too much sweet food, you’ll gain weight. Well, you’re more chubby and adorable when you’re fat.

Eichi and the others are starting to wear down, probably due to the hard work they've been doing lately, and I can't help but worry when I look at them.

Yuzuru: Even if I'm fat, I'm more worried about adult diseases.

Tori: Hmm. I'm so stressed out, I can only relieve it by eating something sweet.

Yuzuru: Fufu. If it's a problem that can be forgotten just by eating sweets, it's better than anything. My eyes are going to spill on that unbalanced diet today.

Tori: It’s hard for me to forget it, or rather, it seems like it will drag on for a while... I ended up not getting accepted, but I listened to the whole story.

If I had more leeway, if I had grown stronger and better, I wonder if I would have been able to get involved in a big project like this.

For a while, well, I think I'll regret it forever.

Wataru: Isn't it too early to give up?

Tori: What do you mean?

Wataru: That's why. If you have such a longing for it, Himegimi, or if you are interested in the project, you can ask Eichi to let you get involved.

Himegimi seems to believe that Eichi's decision is final. I don't think that's true at all.

If Himegimi asks from the bottom of his heart, Eichi probably won't be able to refuse.

Moreover, Eichi also views Himegimi as a significant presence. That's why he must have tried to involve him in some kind of plan in this case.

Yuzuru: He said he wanted to leave it to someone he could trust. In Eichi-sama's case, there are probably fewer candidates than you might think.

Wataru: If you live a life that offends others, you will be in trouble at such times. Himegimi, if possible, try not to emulate that part of Eichi.

Tori: Yeah… Looking at the progress of the student council elections, I feel like I'm already following Eichi-sama's lead in that regard.

I was surprised that I got so much backlash from everyone—

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the-real-anthony-j-crowley · 1 year ago

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Have you considered the idea that Aziraphale was literally brainwashed by the Metatron?? Like, you were there. Before he drank the coffee the Metatron gave him, he was VERY clear on his stance towards going back to heaven. After drinking it and talking to the Metatron though, he was suddenly DELIGHTED.

I'm afraid your Angel might have been victim of very bad brainwashing, you need to go save him!! (Also, when you reunite, please make him do the apology dance.)

Wait...wait

THIS IS A THING?????

Angels can be brainwashed?????

Oh Go-Sata-fuck!

I just assumed he didn't want me!

Be right back gonna go storm the gates of heaven.

(And if he's brainwashed it's not his fault! If anyone should do the apology dance it's the Metatron!)

Thanks friend

#aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #my angel better be okay

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 3 years ago

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Call me Satan, Darling. Part 5

AN: Finally released!! Sorry for the wait, we've been moving a lot and I didn't really have time to write but I'm back to my regular schedule!

-v-

Rating: T

Parings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Characters: New Zealand, Tonga, other side characters

Variation: Demon/Human AU

Summary: When Kainga, an exchange student from Tonga, travels to New Zealand for his studies, he expects all to go well. It does. All except getting hit by a car by Satan himself, who also happens to be his seductive roommate. Kainga finds himself slowly falling for the devil after his declaration of love. Because nothing truly says 'I love you' more than being run off the road by a rusty old Ute.

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad!

Contents:

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

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The air is dense, heavy and unnerving to say the least. His eyes desperately dashing around the room, laced with a nervous sweat causing the skin on the back of his legs to stick to the black leather couch. On edge as his mind started to ring. It was the day, coming on 7'o clock, Friday. While most people now were coming home from work, happy it's the weekend, Kainga was shaking as he mentally prepared himself for a date with Satan. The crucifix laid heavily in his pocket, he grasped at it for a bit, his fingers hooking around it's smooth wooden edges. It felt like a bag of rocks or a bowling ball the way it sat dauntingly in his pocket. He felt like he was about to gag out his own heart with fear, sharp pricks from the wool of his sweater digging into his hot skin from the sweat. Anxiety stricken, he waited under nothing more than a hasty breath.

---

James swallowed thickly under the grueling stare of Marianne, who possessed a sour look towards the man she'd received an earful from when it came to his 'Master plan' when it sounded like some pitiful spoiled Kindergartener trying to get his own way. James raised both his brows and gestured for her to continue after they had pledged the office into complete silence, the only sound, the ticking of an old Grandfather Clock in the corner of the room.

"Well..."

"That..? THAT'S YOUR PLAN?!" Marianne finally yelled at him, causing James to furrow his brows back in annoyance.

"Yes Marianne, that is my plan. That is why I've been absent..."

He tried to retaliate but Marianne cut him off with a flick of her hand, silencing him. She held a finger up to his face, hunched over his desk in utter disbelief. She couldn't even look at him. Her long fingers, dressed in bright red extended fingernails that could claw someone's eye out, finally clenched into a raging ball.

"You're telling me...Oh Satan almighty...That you've been absent from your royal duties, the ones I'M meant to help you keep track of, and I find out you're up there...flaunting with some poor human you almost killed. Not only that...you plan to make this human, this, MORTAL...Queen of Hell...After you traumatized him then declared your love for him. And you just expect everyone to... BE OKAY WITH THAT?!?! THAT'S YOUR PLAN?!"

Marianne was beyond herself at this point. A flicker of flint in her eye as her clenched fist came crashing down on Satan's wooden desk, causing him to jump a little at the sudden collision.

"Well yeah, I do expect everyone t' be okay with that...I'm Sata-"

James was interrupted by a newly sharpened pencil hurtling towards him like a missile. He quickly dodged out the way as it lodged itself deep into his red padded chair, going completely through it. Marianne stared so angrily at him it seemed like the reading glasses she wore were about to melt right off of her nose.

"As your secretary, advisor if you will...it is my job to make sure you rule Hell, and rule it well. I will NOT let you flunk around with some human when you have entire dimensions to rule. Not only that I will NOT let you make a human your Queen. You're an immature delusional psychopath who needs to learn were your priorities lay. Me and the rest of hell will NOT be taking your BULLSHIT. Do I make myself very clear mon Seigneur..?"

James bit his lip before hastily meeting her gaze with a rather bored expression.

"I'm still going through with it Marianne...I will make Kainga my queen." he stated blankly, pulling the pencil from the back of his chair. Twiddling it in front of her face. "You and the rest of hell know we've been waiting for a Queen to rule by my side. Now we finally have an opportunity to do so..."

"Mortals are not able to survive down here" she spat at him. "You know for a fact you're not allowed to purposely kill mortals, it's against your moral code, you know for a fact you'll be slain by the heavenly court if you do. You tempt humans into sin, not kill them. You tempt them to kill each other and themselv-"

Marianne paused and stared at him. The gloss shine in her eyes sparking as they widened with shock and realization. James twisted his mouth into a vile grin and looked up at her from his desk. The pencil in his grasp sizzled as he clenched it, the pencil disintegrated into smoking black ash and dancing embers that tumbled from his burning palm onto the desk. Marianne curled her lip in a disbelieving scowl. James chuffed at her expression when she had figured it out. What he planned to do with this mortal.

"No..."

"Ding ding ding!! Ya got it babes!! Took ya long enough"

James sat up in his chair and chuckled, mocking a gameshow host like she had won a prize or got a right answer. He was sickeningly cheerful about it all. Marianne simply stared at him in shock.

"Y-you wouldn't"

"Oh I will... I'll incinerate the earth to get what I want. One mere mortal is simply just a speck..."

"So what are you gonna do?! Annoy the poor boy into suicide?"

James bit his lip in anger and scratched his hairy rough stubble.

"Not exactly..."

"NOT EXACTLY?!"

She shrieked at him. The dark office shook a little with the force of her voice. Various collections of things on James's desk quaked, including a pot of ink falling to the side with a glassy shatter. James jumped a little again, gripping to his armrests.

"So...why on earth...did you take up hitting him with your car...?!"

"First of all, it's a Ute darlin. Second of all no one knows it was me who hit him. The big cunt upstairs can't lay a heavenly finger on me if it was simply an accident. Nor can he prove I did it on purpose. I didn't account on him actually surviving..."

"So you meant to kill him?"

"Yeah, I did. Him surviving means I'm balls deep in God shit if he finds out I tried to kill a mortal wit' my own will, hence why I must make him take his own life. Cover me tracks with his then make him my Queen. After all, I don't dare break me moral code wit' him, yer know whot happened t' th' last devil that fucked around wit' ol' Jehovah... Heaven is just as corrupt as n' 'ere if you ask me"

The last part was barely a whisper under his tongue. Spilling like hot water from a kettle onto seething skin. The Angel choir dimmed into a deep sick silence.

"I swear the moment I get the chance, I will choke the life out of you"

"I'm looking forward to it already~" James merely smirked at her empty threat. "Now if you'll excuse me doll...It appears I'm late for me date"

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The apartment grew colder. Much colder even despite the sweat running down his forehead, all joy slipped right out of him. He'd be fine right? Who was he kidding? Certainly not himself. He was SATAN. It was hard to breathe from the massive lump in his throat from fear he had. Every noise sent the Tongan off edge completely, sending his blood to run coldly down his veins.

First the knock on his door. A raspy, ghostly knock. One sinister enough to have Kainga leap out of his skin, hands scrabbling from their previous position on his lap.

Next that usual puff of dark red smoke, that strikingly dense yet horribly stygian with a scent of whisky, cigarettes and...meat pies, oddly enough.

Finally that dashing grin that loomed over Kainga, those eyes that bared into his soul as the smoke cleared around him and oh god he was back.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Kainga let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.

James simply looked at him confused.

"I did knock?"

"You don't knock and then automatically let yourself inside someone's house. You wait until they answer, dipshit. You gave me a heart attack."

It felt like a snake had released its coils from around his neck. His breath still intense but not to the point he couldn't breathe. James made a pathetic pet lip at him.

"I only came to take you on that date like ya told me!" James expressed quiet dramatically.

Kainga felt himself physically twitch at how pitiable he sounds when he whines, striking a nerve he never knew he had. Kainga was quick to curl his meagre lip into a unimpressed grimace.

"I didn't tell you too. It was a suggestion"

"That I took and you agreed too!"

"I don't remember exactly agreeing to thi-"

The Tongan is cut short in his statement as James suddenly grabbed his arm. Before Kainga even had time to respond he was pulled up from his comfortable seat on the couch; a sharp pain seething up his leg as he tripped forward with his leg catching on his trashing crutches. Brought up only to be pulled forward into complete darkness, he didn't dare open his scrunched up eyes as he felt his stomach drop like a rollercoaster against the piecing winds of something moving in a fast motion forwards like a bullet train. Celestial cold winds swirling around him, what felt like the heart of a storm only lasting a spilt second.

"T-this..."

Everything stopped, his stomach falling like a bag of dropped coals. His guts felt empty when his feet hit the ground. Only to stumble forward and smack his body into the side of a car door. The crashing sound it made sent off the cars alarm, a ear piecing screeching of the siren deafening a woozy Kainga as he tried to gather back his senses from almost having his stomach regurgitated from his fear. His head felt light and heavy at the same time.

James's muffled voice could be heard tauntingly from behind him, it sounded like it echoed in Kainga's state. Something along the lines of 'was hit by a car and seemingly can't stop hitting them' in a dense mocking tone of the smug devil parading behind him. A click of a lock and the alarm was silenced.

Kainga grimaced, rubbing his head as he took a step back from the car he'd just crashed into. It was a Porsche. A sleek, blood red Porsche and yet not a single dent in it despite him full on ramming his entire weight into it with the force of James's teleportation. Weird. He gently ran his fingers along the window frame.

"You know, a warning would be nice before you pull me through the space time continuum." Kainga finally managed out as he pulled away from the car. He looked around, an empty parking lot. Above the pale crescent moon illuminating the puddles on the rough concrete, a velvety blanket of darkness covering them, a serenade of black with splashes of stars spread across it. The odd car parked here and there but other than that it was relevantly empty with the eerie feel to the whole place. A lamppost stood above them with it's light flickering every now and then, mocking the darkness. Despite the occasional breeze, pushing along small drops of water that could only be seen in the lights hue, it was oddly warm.

"Teleportation baby. You're just lucky you didn't completely rip in half." James laughed softly, handing him his crutches.

"What? Rip me in half?"

"Yeah. Technically mortals can't teleport. The force could've frankly ripped you in half."

"Oh lovely..."

Kainga grumbled sarcastically, placing his crutches around his arm as he got back into them for balance. "Where are we anyways?"

"We're in Wellington, darlin'.."

"Wellington?! Dear god I thought you were gonna kill me!. Again... This is actually a date?" Kainga looked at him, his eyes widened.

James seemed almost offended.

"Kill you? Who do you take me for?!" He huffed, it clearly didn't pass his mind that a mortal dating a devil wasn't exactly the norm up here.

"I take you for a delusional psychopath who thinks he’s Satan and ran me over with a Ute and now has taken me on a date to Wellington of all places." Kainga weakly snapped. James rolled his eyes and adjusted his tie but the King of Hell grins as a lack of response. Funny, almost word to word of what Marianne scolded at him not too long ago. He was clearly a predictable man, he didn't like that in the slightest.

"At least I actually listened to your advice and taken you on a date...do you not want to?"

Kainga surprised himself with his inability to say no straight to his face. He didn't know why, he just couldn't. Satan's puppy eyes didn't help either. Sure being dragged into a whole other city at 7pm wasn't his deal date night idea, but he was here now and there was little chance of him getting back without James's whole teleportation shebang. He sighed and looked back up at him again.

"I might as well. I'm here now am I not? So where are you taking me...James...?" He strained out the devils name like it was a slur off his own tongue. It was a small step but a step at least. James felt his own heart skip a beat at his own name.

"Oh, you'll see~"

The crucifix laid in his pocket got heavier.

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Wellingtons streets lay wet and glossed over with the evening drizzle. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the bright yellow street lamps. A far cry from the iridescent bustling night life of Auckland. Huge giant buildings stood besides the street, quiet as if taken over by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but the others were pitch black. It seemed like the clouds had gotten a sudden fascination to the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The moon's faint glow passed through them, coloring them white from grey, no essence of the sun left as the walked across Wellington waterfront; over looking the great Harbor. Splatters of neon blue, yellow and greens dashed across the ripples from the illuminated boardwalk.

As much as Kainga would love to stop and see the sights, his 'date' was dragging him around the city like a excited puppy dragging its owner to the dog park. Of course the crutches didn't help either, he found himself staggering half the time. James soon caught on however as he started to slow down, realizing he was dragging a disabled person with him.

They walked for what seemed like forever, the thought of James dragging him to the ninth ring of Hell tapped on Kainga's mind again however it was soon shaken off with the clanks of his crutches against the boardwalk. His eyes lost in the daze of flashing color, bright lights, tall buildings, crowds of people, and billboard signs would encompass his line of sight. Inside, an intermingling surge of excitement and satisfaction would overwhelm his senses and emotions. Perhaps the vitality and pulse that drive modern city life blend with every city's unique history to create a sense of enchantment.

"Right round here and we should be....Ah! There it is!"

James's voice cut like a blade through the distant chatter of the crowd they'd just walked through. Kainga on the verge of inhaling his own lung. He stared in front of him. There on the street corner, just behind the luxury cafes and restaurants that lay on the waterfront, lay a rather second-rate Fish and Chips store. It smelt unbearably greasy, hints of raw fish circulating around him from the nearby fish market. It was incredibly dingy to say the least with spots of missing brick and cracks along the sides that had been painted over with a sky blue covering. Small tuffs of grass and weed protruding from the sides of the bricks that could only be seen against the dimmer street lamp above them.

Kainga looked at it then back up at James in almost disbelief.

"You dragged me halfway across Wellington for fish and chips?" he asked him. "I'm not complaining or anything, well I am. But you can teleport anywhere in the world and you choose a cheap Fish and Chips place?"

"I like it here!" James seemed fairly unphased by his complaint. Kainga sighed, he'd rather not argue, frankly he was too hungry to. Satan's overly happy beam suggested that maybe this place was better than it looked.

"Alright then, let's just go inside I'm starvi-"

James quickly cut in front of him, leaping like a spring towards the door before holding it over for him. The signature ring of a bell as the entrance was swung open and the infuriating yet somewhat charming smirk of the man in front of him, as if beckoning him into sin.

"After you~"

Kainga grumbled a little but managed out a light "Thank you."

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Kainga did not know where on earth James had got his clothes from. He wore a black long sleeved shirt with a hooked out collar and cuffed wrists, sporting a bright red tie against the darker fabric. It was still fairly badly worn, creases stuck out to the keen eye. He couldn't tell if he'd stolen it before their date as surprisingly no tags where visible but knowing James, it probably was. Kainga couldn't say anything on his fashion sense as he was still stuck in the mediocre merino sweater and jeans he'd bought in Auckland to help with his freezing cold apartment. So he simply glared at James uncomfortably. James squirmed a little under his stare like a child being scolded by his mother. As he ate he started to get the chip crumbs on his suit before brushing them off with a flick of his wrist. Kainga noted a shiny brand new looking watch, most likely also stolen. He finally decided to speak up, gesturing at James with a half eaten fish cake.

"Where did you get your suit from?" he asked rather accusingly. James's face falling was a clear indicator that his theory was correct.

"Uhh....found it." James murmured and stuff his face with more chips. Kainga raised a brow.

"So you just found a suit? Just laying there?"

James gagged a bit. "Laying in the store racks...yes."

Kainga huffed out a small laugh. "As long as you didn't pull it out of your ass like you did the bouquet." he managed out a chuckle at James's half agape mouth and the gasp that escaped his mouth.

"What's wrong with ass bouquets?!"

Kainga let out a loud snort of laughter. James frowned in an offensive manner.

"I'm being serious!" James said exasperatedly through a mush of chips in his mouth, looking baffled. Kainga kept laughing.

"How can I take 'Ass bouquet' seriously?!?"

"At least they were nice flowers..." James pouted a little. Actually seeing the Tongan laugh un-mockingly for the first time made him change his perspective, he found himself smiling at him. The humidity of the window seat in the restaurant didn't help either with his flushing. Kainga finally calmed down and wiped his eyes of their tears of laughter.

"Yeah, they were nice flowers, I admit. Makes me wonder what else you can pull out your ass." he flicked a small chip at him and snickered. The chip hit James in the directly forehead, making him yelp.

"I don't pull them from me arse so to say-..look lets just change the subject," James paused remembering Kainga's grueling stare beforehand. ",How's the food?"

Kainga found himself grinning and let out one last chuckle. "Surprisingly decent. You do know we have Fish and Chips in Tonga right?"

"Well yeah, but this is Kiwi and everything's better Kiwi~"

"I'm still fairly confused about why you kidnapped me to take me for fucking Fish and Chips."

"Oh please, I didn't kidnap you. I am simply taking you on the date you asked for!"

"I said that I'd go on a date with you if you left me alone." Kainga finished off his fish cake and looked back up at him.

"So you don't want t' go on another date with me?" James asked, spitting a bit of chip at him.

"Not if you're gonna eat like that." Kainga spoke dryly, stealing the can of tomato sauce for his own portion of chips. How on earth did James manage to eat half the can already? James winced and muttered an apology, very tensely as if it physically hurt the Devil to apologize.

"So that means you'll go on another date with me?" James asked again, ever so slightly more sternly.

Kainga looked at him fairly unimpressed, he responded by taking a drink of his lemonade glass. James's pathetic looking expression still baring into his very existence, Kainga assumes that he doesn't understand the subtle word of 'No' or at least the fact he doesn't like being told it. He started to inwardly struggle with himself to respond to him.

"Depends..." he finally speaks up, letting the straw of his lemonade spin to the other side of the glass. "Are you going to take me to somewhere as tacky as this?"

James seemed fairly uncompliant on the question, bringing his arm up to rub the back of his neck. His teeth slightly clenched.

"It ain't tacky." he protested. "What are the Fish and Chips like in Tonga?" Once again, Satan attempted to divert the conversation, much to the Tongan's dismay but he just sighed and went with it. There was no point arguing with a man who had the same mindset as a spoilt toddler. He wouldn't be surprised if he started having a tantrum at him in the restaurant for attention or something stupid like that.

"Much better than this. First of all you get free Garlic bread."

"Holy shit free garlic bread?! Seriously?!"

"Yeah and grilled scallops. Frankly I can't believe the service in this country." Kainga finished off his lemonade and placed the glass down on the table, right next to James's larger than life can of L&P.

"Well then I'll take you there next time!"

"Taking a date to the same kind of place twice is cheap. Plus I've got school."

"Plus I can teleport." James huffed. Kainga started to get a little fed up.

"Can't you just take no for an answer? I'm a student now. I have studies to focus on, not being bullied into shabby dates with a demon."

"Oh foolish mortal, have you forgotten? I'm Satan you still can't afford to forsake me."

"Would you just listen to me-"

"I'm the King of Hell! I don't need to listen to anyone!" he started to raise his voice, causing a few worried stares from other customers. Kainga sank a little under the sudden pressure put onto him by the audience they had now. He grabbed James by the tie and pulled him in with a hard pull, James gagged a little at the sudden pain from around his neck.

"Godsakes lower your voice!" he hissed at him in an angry whisper. "Refrain from having a tantrum like a over emotional five year old would you?"

James scoffed in his face.

"Do you even know how old I am?"

"Ice age or Bronze age?"

"I'm 106 you cheeky bastard!"

"Yeah so old as balls-." Kainga paused. "Wait only 106?"

James looked at him just as confused. "Yeah?"

Kainga blinked. "For someone who's been here since the beginning of man kind I would've thought you'd be older than 106. And you're the reason for the fall of man!"

James's lip entwined into the other in annoyance with a bemused look across his face. "Well I am...maybe we demons just age different from mortals!" he paused to mentally process his last sentence. "Look Eve was a complete bitch she had it comin'..."

Kainga let go of his tie, having to psychically hold himself back from laughing at James's facial expression, letting out a small snort as he stole James's last chip. From his tone, Kainga knew James had plans to keep his hellish secrets close but he'd wrangle them out of the Devil eventually. As if he even wanted to know what kind of skeletons he had in his closet, he'd probably better off not knowing. So he finished up the last of the chips since James was too busy pouting.

It's a while of small talk and James dodging any kind of personal questions Kainga throws at him like bullets, so it's only natural he's the only pocket of conversation. James simply reflects the topic at hand back at Kainga. It was surprisingly smooth, hardly any awkward gaps of silence. The date itself hasn't really been bad at all. He expected worse. Kainga's bar for him was literally 6 feet under yet he didn't seem to disappoint. It was rather cheap granted but at least he had all his limbs intact and his soul hadn't been completely ripped from his body. Still not reason to use the crucifix, perhaps it was a bit overkill. Kainga yawned before James looked at him blankly, then looked around as if someone would give him advice on what to do next or he'd done something wrong.

"R-right! Ya ready t' go!?" James beamed happily at him as he pushed his chair back to stand up, causing a horrible loud squeaky noise as the legs slid across the tiles.

Kainga looked up at him, confused. "Aren't you going to pay for all this?" he gestured to the greasy paper wrapping scrunched up on the table that once held their meal in.

"Why would I pay for a used ball of greasy paper?"

Kainga rolled his eyes. "No dumbass...pay for the meal we just ate."

A sudden sense of panic started to overwhelm the Tongan as James's bright beam turned into a sinister grin. Oh god why was he grinning like that? He began to lightly panic.

"Oh. Well...we'll pay like this~"

A great tanned hand grabbed onto Kainga's woolen sweater, before he even had time to react he was pulled into contact with the New Zealander once again. A horrible and familiar churn of his stomach as all his senses went up in smoke, replaced by heavy winds and the deep baring sense to throw up again. The bright lights of Wellington replaced by the much dimmer lights of an apartment complex corridor. That horrible velvety carpet lay under his feet as he gripped onto James's suit for dear life. That awfully dingy smell of the apartment building coming back to Kainga as his scenes return to him. He wasn't ripped in half but god it sure felt like it.

Kainga panted and quickly pulled away from James, only to loose his feet once again and falling back onto him for balance.

"You forgot my crutches..." he groans in infuriation, shifting his balance onto his one 'good' foot in order to actually stand, half choking James as he held onto his tie.

"You forgot my kiss." James said quite abruptly. Kainga flicked his head back to him with a bewildered expression.

"I'm sorry your what?"

"My kiss, don't people kiss after dates when they took the other home?" James asked as he squirmed a little; He was hunched over, leaning towards Kainga with the force he was pulling his tie.

"How on EARTH do you know that you're supposed to kiss someone after a date and NOT even know that you have to pay for a meal afterwards?!"

"I did research..." James admitted quietly.

"Research?"

"Well one website.."

"James. What website...?"

"Wikihow..."

Kainga refrains from laughing right in his face from James's pained noises, instead he snorted of laughter again. Making James whimper a little.

"Dear god...you are really something else aren't you?" he started to limp towards the door, releasing James of his grip on his tie. Leaving James whining like a tied up dog outside a supermarket.

"Please? Just one?"

"No...goodnight, James."

James was about to say something in return but got a door slammed in his face. A silence followed, before a heated mutter of a curse, a pop and James was gone. Kainga watching him leave through the peephole. He snickers again before locking the door by its hatch and limping towards his room. 7pm had turned to 3am. Shit he'd really been out for 6 hours? Perhaps he was still on Wellington time. Rubbing his eyes he rummaged around for his things, most likely he'd see James again tomorrow and ask him to teleport to get his crutches back from the restaurant. He took of his sweater that smelt of greasy seafood and a burnt tinge to him, his mind on the smell before the large wooden crucifix fell from his pocket. God that thing was dense. Yes, James was a moronic buffoon but he couldn't help feel a twinge of guilt at the whole 'repelling' him with forces as strong as religion.

He was dating Satan himself, God was more likely to strike him down than help him. That really didn't help his whole situation. He planned to try and get Satan out of his mind so he could focus on his studies tomorrow. He got more nervous. His professor was unlikely to take the excuse of 'Satan stole my crutches' as a valid excuse for being late to a lecture. He groaned. Bastard.

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#hetalia #aph new zealand #hws new zealand #zeaonga #aph tonga #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #aph #fic: call me satan darling #call me satan darling fic #i need to learn how to tag

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murumokirby360 · 3 years ago

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My Custom Gaming PC Desktop Story - 5th Anniversary [Nov 12, 2021]

Hello! Today, my (custom) gaming PC desktop is marked the 🎉5th anniversary🎉 and I'll explain the story. 🖥🖱

BTW #1: Please ignore the dust around. I haven't chance to clean it, so I apologize for that.😅

Without further ado, let's get started:

• It was Saturday, November 12th, 2016: my big brother purchased the custom gaming PC desktop for his little brother from a local custom PC store for, umm... I think it's ₱ 25,000 ($495)? As far as I know. The reason why he purchased that PC is (because of) my little brother needs to study & practice his AutoCAD/Autodesk skills after he's graduated from the Autodesk indie college and sooner he'll be hired for the job as (a) Autodesk architect. So far, his job is pretty good and he's getting paid from salary every month for 4 years. Until he finally bought his "own" custom gaming PC desktop, gaming mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, and all sorts of gaming tools; which ultimately he give his old gaming PC desktop to me. I've been using an old Lenovo G470 laptop since November 20th, 2016, and on November 6th, 2020 I'm finally moved to a better and old gaming PC desktop! Best of all, I could finally play PC games without worrying about skip frames (better check system requirements), as well as play gaming emulators (e.g. PPSSPP, PSX2, etc...). My desktop is going smooth for months after changing thermal paste on the CPU & brushing up some dust but, I've messed up something on July 4th of this year. The (conducted) micro pins on the CPU socket from the motherboard (MSI H110M-Pro-VH) bent awkwardly after I brush'em up and I couldn't start my PC desktop because of my mistake. It seems that the CPU socket from the motherboard is the most sensitive part and it needs to be careful inserting CPU chip through that socket; I've been there many times, so I lost my mind. That said, my gaming PC desktop is useless and I need to buy a new motherboard with the same brand and same model. Good thing I've got spare savings from my piggy bank but my parents say "you don't have to". Despite, that I'm (being) a good boy in this house, my parents are buying a new motherboard for my gaming PC desktop, so I could use it once more. And when my parents finally arrived, they bought a new one but a different brand. My mom said that they don't have that same model, they're out of stock, so hope this different brand will work on my PC. From the looks of it, I'll trust her words and I'll work on it with the new motherboard. By the way, the new motherboard is BioStar H110MHC Ver. 7.0 [CLICK ME!]; sees looks promising to me. After I've installed w/ the new motherboard, my PC desktop is ready to turn on and it finally worked! Hooray! Though there is one missing, there's no metal plate for my new motherboard but ah well it's not important anyway. But if I found one then I'll plan to order. My mom says "You could pay me soon when you're rich." and then I respond "Don't worry, I will... And I love you mom & dad. Thanks so much." To this day, I'm earning profits and hopefully I will repay her. Right now my PC desktop is working normally as it used to (back in 2016) and I haven't encountered issues whatsoever. So yeah, that's my story. And you're asking what are the specs for my current PC? Well, here it is:

Custom gaming PC desktop 🖥:

Processor: Intel Core i3-6100 CPU @ 3.70GHz

Installed Memory (RAM): 8 GB (4 GB Ram 2x) (Originally it was one 8GB RAM)

Graphics Card: MSI NVIDIA GeForce GTX 750 Ti (2GB GDR5, Dual Fan, 128bit, DDR5)

Motherboard: BioStar H110MHC Ver. 7.0 (formerly: MSI H110M-Pro-VH)

HDD: 2 Seagate Barracuda 7200 SATA Hard Drives (400GB [ST3400620AS] & 160GB [ST3160812AS])

Other tools for my PC desktop:

• Monitor: AOC e1620swb 16inch wide monitor

• Keyboard & Mouse: Silvertec SCKM-E11 Wireless Keyboard & Mouse Combo [CLICK ME!]

• Speakers: Genius SP-U115 USB Powered PC Speakers [Blue Color]

• Internet tool: TP-Link Archer T2U Nano AC600 Wireless USB Wifi Adapter [CLICK ME!]

• Desktop case: Orion ATX Mid Tower PC Desktop Case [Blue & Black]

• Power Supply: Powerlogic ATX-800-W (20+4 Pin)

• Add-ons: UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter [CLICK ME!], UGREEN USB Extension Hubs (Extension Cable and Hub - USB 3.0 variant) w/ USB Silicone Dust Cover Caps [CLICK ME!]

Here are my side comparison photos "between" from 2016 to now:

BTW #2: As for upgrading my Windows 10 OS to Windows 11? Umm... I'm not sure about that. (As a matter of fact,) I'm not ready to upgrade my OS, so I'll think hard and listen to their reviews from PC experts on Youtube.

And here's my little brother's recent custom gaming PC.↓

Cool, huh!?😁

I would love to give details about my little brother's recent custom gaming PC, but unfortunately, I can't find the list. So, it's best to keep a secret.🤫😉

Well, that's all for now. If you want to see my old post from Nov. 12th, 2016 as well as my Nov. 2020 posts, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓😉

• Nov 12, 2016 - (Pristine look and original specs) [CLICK ME!]

• 💻Moving from Laptop to Desktop [Nov 6, 2020]🖥️ [CLICK ME!]

• 🖥️My new home computer (w/ my paper dolls) [Nov 6, 2020]🏠 [CLICK ME!]

Tagged: @bryan360, @lordromulus90, @carmenramcat, @neutralized-l

#My Photos #My Photo #MyPhotos #MyPhoto #Photos #Photo #Chowder #Panini #Paper Dolls #Computer Desktop #Computer #PC Desktop #PC #5 Years #5th Anniversary #Story #My Story #Photography

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andmaybegayer · 3 years ago

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Last Monday of the Week 2021-11-08

A wave of events crashing down after a foreboding grey sky of happenings. The tide will flow out soon, and I will still be sopping wet in stuff I gotta get done. I did hand out snacks though so that's nice.

Listening: been listening to Ichika Nito's Turkish March cover on loop. It reminds me a bit of that harpist I saw going around earlier.

youtube

Reading: Bleh. A bunch of industry rag articles about edge computing. This is in effect just packing a load of specialized AI processors into a pelican case, and the military will pay you six million dollars to do it. Once again it is so annoying that all the cool engineering is military funded. This is why I tried to get a foot in the biochemistry computing door.

Watching: Absolutely nothing. I'm like a week behind on even ridiculous YouTube stuff.

Making: Got some wire terminals and DC jacks and rejiggered our backup battery system to feed the router and fibre endpoint directly off DC rather than passing Battery 12V>Inverter 220V>DC supply 12V. This should dramatically improve longevity on that, and just in time, since blackouts are back once again and breaking all the shit I have to look after at work.

Playing: Forza Horizon 5 releases tomorrow, but I bought a pack that comes with a couple days of early access. I have been having a good time driving around Computer Mexico. Very much a "Everyone ignore me this is going to be the only thing I talk about for the next three weeks" kind of game, there's been some dramatic physics improvements and it's so pretty.

Computer Stuff: Had to deal with a dead SSD so I recommend SATA to USB adapters. For a while rather than having more than one external hard drive I just carried around like four 1TB HDD's and a USB adapter. Exceedingly convenient for debugging things.

#Youtube #last monday of the week

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 5 years ago

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flustered

(in which the author finds a dozen synonyms for "blush", while heaven and hell go to war. sort of.)

loosely based off this request by @coffeecakecafe! hopefully it falls at least somewhat in line with what you wanted

~*~

The first time Aziraphale held his hand, Crowley's face turned a shade of red darker than the roses he'd brought to celebrate the anniversary of Armageddon't. The angel, thankfully, had politely ignored the demon's flustered reaction and graciously accepted the flowers, commenting about how lovely they'd look on the windowsill above the sink.

The first time Aziraphale hugged him, Crowley thought he was going to have a heart attack. He instead buried his face into the angel's shoulder to hide his embarrassment. Aziraphale, who truly was a literal and figurative angel, had simply chuckled and allowed the demon to stay that way for a moment before taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

They first time they kissed, Crowley was pretty sure he was going to discorporate. Fortunately, he didn't. Unfortunately, he did turn into a snake, which was probably the most humiliated he'd ever been in his life, even if Aziraphale did insist that it was "rather adorable". Apparently pining for 6000 years had done nothing to prepare Crowley for just how overwhelming physical affection could be.

After a while, of course, he got more used to it. In fact, Crowley preferred to be the one to initiate physical affection, though he couldn't deny that he also thoroughly enjoyed when Aziraphale took the lead.

But despite Crowley's adjustment, his angel nonetheless still knew exactly how to make him flustered. The trick was unexpected affection. Or, as Crowley had dubbed it, "surprise attacks".

Sometimes they'd be watching a movie at Crowley's flat, and Aziraphale would rest his head on the demon's shoulder and slip his hand into Crowley's. Crowley, then, would have to pretend that his heart rate hadn't skyrocketed and that his face hadn't reddened like an overripe tomato.

Other times they'd be sitting on a bench in the park, talking about everything and nothing, and Aziraphale would lean over and press a kiss to the demon's temple. Crowley would blush and demand to know what, exactly, the angel thought he was doing, to which Aziraphale would respond with "you look adorable when you're flustered, my dear".

But, no matter what he tried, Crowley could never make Aziraphale flustered. This was not to say he couldn't satisfy the angel, of course. He knew very well that Aziraphale did not mind being pushed up against the wall every so often. Aziraphale was also fond of being on the receiving end of spontaneous acts of affection. (Oftentimes being pushed up against the wall was a spontaneous act of affection.)

But nothing got Aziraphale flustered. Surprise makeout sessions, PDA, whatever - while it was all enjoyable for the both of them - could not get a reaction out of the angel. And really, that was frustrating Crowley to no end.

(He'd even resorted to asking Beelzebub for advice. The two demons had been on much better terms after the Prince of Hell had hooked up with the archangel Gabriel. Despite their similar situations, Beelzebub's advice was virtually useless. If anything, their situations were too similar. Beelzebub also seemed to be the one who got flustered.)

Crowley didn't give up, of course. It was almost ridiculously satisfying to see Aziraphale blush and he'd be damned - again - if he couldn't figure out the trick to getting the angel flustered.

One day, he got lucky.

They were at the Ritz, playing out their usual routine where Aziraphale would eat and ramble aimlessly while Crowley sipped at water or wine and listened. At that moment, the angel was chattering excitedly about how he was going to acquire a limited edition of the The Crucible soon and that he couldn't wait to examine Arthur Miller's notes -

"Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. This must be terribly boring for you."

Crowley chuckled, offering Aziraphale a rare smile. "Not at all. You get this sort of spark in your eyes when you're excited about something. It's... endearing."

Aziraphale blushed. "O-Oh. Well, as long as - as long as you're sure you don't mind."

"Honest, angel. It's fi -" He cut himself off and did a double take of the situation in front of him. Hold the phone, ladies and gents and other respectable folk. "Wait. Are you blushing?"

Aziraphale's face turned a deeper shade of pink. "You simply caught me off guard, that's all. And not to mention we're in public -"

"Oh my Go - Sata - fuck." Crowley ran a hand through his hair, internally cursing his obliviousness. "Compliments! That's it!" Of course it would be compliments that got his angel flustered. Aziraphale was a reader, a writer - words meant everything to him.

Aziraphale frowned, trying and failing to send Crowley an intimidating glare. "I haven't any idea what you're referring to."

"Oh?" Crowley raised an eyebrow, unable to keep a satisfied smirk off his lips. "So you wouldn't care if I said that you were the most good-looking person in this room? That when you slowly lick food off your lips it's so damn enticing? That the way you scrunch your nose up when you think is ridiculously adorable? That -"

"Crowley!" Aziraphale interrupted, his face so red it could have resembled the perfectly ripe apple from Eden. "You're embarrassing me. What if someone overheard you?"

"Then they'd think we're two humans - definitely not supernatural beings - that are in love and enjoying a wonderful evening together."

"But still!"

"Well, I've got some bad news for you, angel." Crowley leaned over the table and whispered, "I love how you cute you look when you're flustered."

Aziraphale buried his face in his hands, muffling his reply. "I hate you."

"Psh," Crowley scoffed. "You love me."

Aziraphale moved his hands away to glare at the demon. "You have no what you've just started."

"Oh, but I think I do." Crowley rested his chin on his hands, grinning. "But if it means I get to see this side of you more often, then I don't think I mind. You're hot when you're angry."

"Crowley!"

The demon chuckled but decided to let his angel off the hook. "Alright, alright. Finish telling me about The Crucible. What kind of notes do you expect Miller's written?"

Aziraphale brightened up immediately, launching into detail about the parallels between the Salem Witch trials and the two Red Scares in America.

Crowley did his best to listen, but his thoughts kept drifting back to his newfound discovery. Compliments! Really, he should have seen that coming. He'd have to start writing down every possible way to flatter the angel. That would be his ammunition for this war.

And really, for better or for worse, Crowley had indeed declared war by pushing the angel as far as he had. Of course, this was a war he intended to win.

Huh. It seemed Heaven and Hell would be going to battle after all.

"I know what you're thinking."

Crowley blinked, Aziraphale's voice pulling him out of his thoughts. "What?"

"You think you're going to defeat me." Aziraphale dabbed his mouth with his napkin before placing his hands on his lap. "I suggest you rid yourself of that foolish notion immediately."

Crowley opened his mouth to counter, but he froze as he felt a hand gently tracing circles on his upper thigh.

"My dear boy." Aziraphale smirked, his blue eyes burning with heat more intense than hellfire. "You don't stand a chance."

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#the first time i tried to post this it didnt work :(#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #anthony crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #amy writes #ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #beelzebub good omens #im working on the other request i was given #might have it up by the end of the week #hopefully

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missionkitty · 5 years ago

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Obey Me! - The Forest of Voices - Chapter 2 (Satan/Reader)

chapter 1

(so this chapter is pretty much just a self-indulgent desire to write about kissing and an affectionate satan, haha. i mean, after evading death in a forest after being rescued by someone you love is reason enough to do some kissin', right?)

You finally returned to the camp, Satan holding you tight against his torso.

Solomon and Simeon both let out large sighs of relief as they saw you, though Simeon immediately ran over to look at your leg.

As much as you didn’t want him to, Satan had to set you down near the fire for Simeon to begin administering first aid. He stayed glued to your side, however, somehow keeping a part of him in contact with you the entire time.

Simeon worked his magic, literally and metaphorically, removing your shoe and quickly wrapping your knee and ankle in bandages after rolling up your pant leg to reveal just how swollen everything was. You winced as he firmly finished wrapping your leg, and you felt Satan press his hand against your back.

“There, all done. How does it feel now?” Simeon asked gently.

You took a deep breath, trying to measure the amount of pain you were in now. The throbbing was a lot less painful and you smiled gratefully.

“Better, I think,” you murmured.

“Guess we should probably cut our trip short,” Solomon said with a sigh. “The forest definitely pulled out all the stops for us, didn’t it?”

You glanced at Satan and gave a small smile. He smiled sheepishly in return and rubbed your back.

“The bus won’t come back until morning, so we just need to try and get some sleep in the meantime. Don’t follow any other voices and don’t leave camp,” Satan said with a nod.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Simeon got up to smother the fire and you let out a sigh. You looked at your tent, slightly unsure of how you would get back inside.

“You’ll probably have to scoot yourself in backwards,” Satan said, probably sensing your concern. “I’ll stay with you this time, though,” he added with a blushing smile.

Your cheeks flushed warm, thinking about having Satan close to you again.

“Help me up?” You asked, placing a hand on Satan’s arm.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. He swiftly got under your arm and helped you stand, hobbling you over to the tent.

It took you a moment to slide yourself in, feeling your ears burn under Satan’s watchful gaze. He wore a gentle smile the entire time, only laughing once you were all the way inside the tent. You continued to scoot backwards, further into the tent when he poked his head through the entrance, still smiling.

“How’s your leg?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, letting out a short sigh. “Still hurts a bit, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Satan crawled the rest of himself into the tent as you eventually settled yourself on top of your sleeping bag. You watched him maneuver his again-obviously-large frame over to you, pulling his own sleeping bag next to yours. He slipped his jacket off then looked at you, his eyes wide. You smiled at him, realizing that he looked quite a bit like an eager cat, expectantly waiting to snuggle into his owner’s lap.

“Can I...be this close? Is that okay?” He asked, his cheeks flushing a darker pink. His eyes still somehow sparkled in the faint light.

You smiled and laughed, nodding happily.

“You must be exhausted if you weren’t before…” Satan said quietly.

With his mention of being tired, you suddenly realized how sore and weary you felt. You nodded in reply.

He was silent for a moment, simply looking at you.

“If you’d like...you can use me as a pillow,” he murmured.

The air surrounding you two seemed to increase by a few degrees after Satan spoke. Your heart began racing, realizing your proximity to Satan once again. The soft smell of mint floated in the air between the two of you and you remembered the taste of his lips on yours.

You carefully scooted closer to him, feeling your hand graze his. He seemed to jump slightly at your touch, but immediately leaned in to you afterwards. He looked back at you, his expression soft. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, smiling.

Your chest felt like it was tightening as you relished his warmth against you.

His arm snaked around your back, carefully sliding his hand down the side of your waist. His arm was firm around you and he gently started leading you down to your back, your head naturally resting against his chest.

Despite your faintly aching leg and body, you snuggled further into Satan’s chest and you felt his arm squeeze you close as you both lay quiet in the tent. You took a deep breath, his minty scent becoming one of your new favorite smells. The rising and falling of his chest comforted you, and was slowly rocking you to sleep.

You wrapped your arm over the top of his waist, settling your hand on his ribs. He wiggled slightly, a small laugh escaping his mouth, waking you up again.

"Sorry, I'm a bit ticklish, I guess…" he apologized sheepishly.

You smiled as you discovered yet another one of Satan's charming points.

This mysterious, composed man had become so open and soft within the course of one day. You felt honored that you appeared to be the only one he showed this side of himself to.

You remembered the way he held you as he walked back to camp. The way he said those words:

I need you, too.

Your stomach did a somersault and you clung harder to Satan's chest. He silently responded by rubbing your back with his warm hand.

"Did you really mean that...when you said you needed me?" Satan's voice was low and warm. "When you called for me, was that really you?"

You wondered if he could actually read minds, still blushing.

"I did call for you," you replied slowly. "The forest told me that if I used our pact, you would find me. So I begged you to come find me...that I needed you."

Satan let out a small exhale and a laugh.

"So it was you. I mean, I could feel you activating our pact, but...I had a hard time trusting the words. I was afraid I was hearing what I wanted to hear…" he said, his voice pensive. "But it was true."

You clutched his sweater, sighing. Hearing him speak so intimately brought small, hot tears to the corners of your eyes.

"I…" you started, your voice slightly choked in your throat. "I love you."

You felt Satan inhale sharply at your confession and then squeeze you even tighter against his body.

"How is it that in all my centuries of living, a human is the one to make me feel this way?" He whispered in awe. He slowly pulled his arm from around you and shifted his body to where he was now facing you.

"I love you," he said softly. His cheeks were warm and pink and he reached a hand out to stroke your cheek as he stared back at you with his ocean-like eyes. "I feel something much stronger than anger, yet it's so gentle. It pulls me in every single direction, but also makes me feel whole."

Satan was slowly bridging the gap between the two of you. His eyelids were heavy on his sparkling eyes, and you saw him glance at your lips.

"I did say that I could kiss you all night, didn't I?" His warm, melodic voice was husky as he touched his forehead with yours.

Your heart pounded furiously as he drew closer and closer.

"Please do," you finally whispered, brushing a stray blond lock away from his face.

Satan quickly pressed his lips against yours, kissing gently and assuredly.

His lips were soft and the taste of mint energized your tongue. You took the initiative and slipped your tongue past his lips during a long kiss and swirled it over and around his, his taste becoming intoxicating. A low moan rumbled in his chest as he slid his tongue into your mouth and hungrily explored.

Your kisses became more frenzied as he pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and you responded with the same after beginning another kiss.

Satan slowly rose up from his side, his lips continuously pressing against yours as he positioned himself over you. You threaded your fingers into his soft, wavy hair, moaning contentedly. He gently slid his hand under your jaw, his fingers reaching the back of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You felt a powerful warmth pooling in your stomach, your kisses becoming hungrier still.

He was all you wanted. Every soft, stoic, gentle, firm, incredible part of him. As he greedily took more and more kisses from you, it was as if you could feel that bubbling passion that lurked just beneath his skin. And you were content to give his passion more of your taste.

He was certainly eager to give you more of his.

The two of you continued this way for some time, Satan then moving from your lips to begin a trail of long, nibbling kisses along your neck. A quiet moan escaped your throat each time he carefully ministered his affections to your sensitive skin. You heard him moan in tandem with you a few times, after which he would then breathe deeply and bury his fingers in your hair.

You knew that the two of you had been tangled together like this for hours, as evidenced by your aching leg and back, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed. You knew that Satan was not bluffing when he said he could do this all night, and a part of you was willing to let him. However, he slowly came to a stop, ending with one last, longing kiss and carefully pulled away enough to look at you.

His lips were tantalizingly full and pink, warm from his thorough exploration of your mouth and neck. A small, devilish smile revealed his teeth and he exhaled. You closed your eyes, taking in the minty smell of his breath. You were painfully tempted to pull him back in to continue, but before you could move, Satan dropped his head into the crook of your neck and let out a sound that for a moment, seemed like a cat's purr of satisfaction.

You stroked the back of his head, trailing your fingers down his neck. He let out a laugh and shivered, his warm breath tickling your neck.

"I love you so much," he murmured before gently nipping your neck. It was your turn to shiver and giggle with his playful bite, which seemed to activate him again. "Would you like to keep going?" Satan asked quietly in your ear. His fingers danced along your collarbone before he took your chin in his thumb and index finger.

Electricity seemed to run through your veins at the prospect of getting lost in his lips again, but your back and leg protested loud enough to keep you from immediately agreeing.

"Only if I can be on top this time," you whispered playfully, placing your hand on Satan's firm chest and pushing him back enough to see his face again.

He looked back at you, his expression shocked and his cheeks pink. Control returned to his face and he smiled.

"As you wish," he replied huskily.

You carefully adjusted your position to where your hurt leg was on the outside of your body, Satan gently following your lead. As you settled in again, you looked at his sparkling eyes, full of love for you.

You smiled, and began leading Satan backwards as you once again pressed your lips to his.

You silently thanked the voices in the forest.

You were now prepared to do this all night.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me satan #obey me! satan #fanfiction #obey me fanfic #mk writes

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