Okay.
As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.
The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.
Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.
Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.
Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.
Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.
Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.
Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.
Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.
Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.
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Starlight
Kalim Al Asim x assassin reader
Cloaked by the dark of twilight, perched upon one of the mansion’s many balconies. Watching vigil over the crowds of people scattered below. A “party” of sorts. A place for people of power to gather, flexing their finery and silks like prideful peacocks. Parading around each other, hoping to strike envy into some hearts… or perhaps win some over.
It was silly, watching it all from above. Clothes of the finest materials still fray and tear in the end. It has its beauty for a brief moment in time, before unraveling into mere threads.
Then, there would be no difference from it and a common rag.
Chuckling darkly to yourself, you slip down from the railing. Carefully placing your feet on the floor, as nimbly as a cat’s footfall. Dropping your scarf towards your elbows, revealing an… acceptable attire, for such a luxurious event.
Nothing too fancy, that was the key. The kind of outfit that allowed you to fade into the shadows without causing much uproar. Well, not that anyone would notice you, always-
A light tap startled you straight out of your thoughts, the cool brush of various rings gliding over your skin. Spinning around, you come face to face with eyes of scarlet, widening with shock. His lips freeze in a “o” for a second, before dropping down into a smile.
Draped in gold and fine cloth, the torches of flame just seem to embrace him in their light. Casting an ember halo over his every feature. His lips slipped into a smile, before he rushes to the railing, arms dangling off it. Reaching out towards the sky, as if even the stars were for his taking.
“It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”
Your lips curl inwards, a firm line. This was… unexpected. Normally you would have to approach your target during these sort of events. Worm your way through the crowd, put in the elbow grease, so to speak.
This was the first time your target came up willingly to speak to you.
Kalim Al Asim. An… interesting target.
“It seems like just another night… sir.”
An elbow nudged your arm playfully, as Kalim’s lower lips juts out ever so slightly. A childish pout.
“Aw, don’t be like that! Just call me Kalim! I don’t do very well with all that formal ‘sir’ stuff.”
Facing the night sky, his fingers trace invisible lines in the air. Sketching out images only visible to him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean towards him. Squinting at the sky, trying to see what he could.
A warmth surges through your cheek. Kalim presses his face flush against yours, trembling from laughter. You feel the warmth spread, rampaging across your face like wildfire.
The gold bangles on his wrist jangling, Kalim points at a spot in the distance. A tiny, minuscule speck that glowed, ever so faintly in the midst of the darkness.
“That’s a star! You can’t see them all that clearly from this particular house, but they’re there.”
At a loss for words, all you could do was mutter.
“I… see.”
“Y’know, no one ever looks up anymore.”
He turns to face you, beaming.
“You’re the only one who was up here.”
You blink in surprise. You didn’t think anyone would have seen you on the upper levels, considering that the main attraction was the lavishly decorated ground floor.
“I suppose so.”
Kalim laughed, a sound filled to the brim with merriment. Throwing an arm around you, you flinched at the sudden weight. Yet the warmth spilling from his skin had your shoulders relaxing. Some of the tension coiling up in your melting away, quite against your will.
Does this person have no sense of danger at all? Despite your initial goal, you couldn’t help but grow exasperated at Kalim’s seemingly blind trust for what might just be a complete stranger. The annoyance bit at you, before you recoiled.
Annoyance meant investment. Emotional investment in someone you’ve been sent to harm, to even kill, if necessary. This was literally the first time you met him.
Why did you care so much for him?
Kalim’s voice rung out once more, the boyish glee a sweet melody within your ears.
“I was the only one looking up today. Didn’t see that many stars, but I saw you. All alone up there…
Well, I suppose that means that you were my star!”
Your heart collapsed within itself. Plunging into the deep, dark depths of your gut. Somehow, the story of Incarus and the sun flowed into your mind. A boy, drunk on his own power flew too near to the sun. Faced with all the light from the sun itself, he fell towards the earth once more.
Kalim’s… brightness stunned you. Melted your half-baked wings of malice and sent you tumbling, falling onto the ground. Stripping you of everything and just… rendering you as you were.
Not an assassin. Just… you.
With trembling hands, you force your hands into your pockets. Whipping out a dagger quickly before thrusting it towards him. Every movement flustered, clumsy. Forcing yourself to charge towards him before you lost your nerve.
Finnally. You had the upper hand. Shoving Kalim towards the railing, having the blade of your dagger pressed flushed against his throat. Breaths shaky, staring at Kalim with all the fear of an animal shoved into a corner.
Only for him to reach out to you. Cupping your face with the palm of his hands, the slightest hint of callouses brushing against your cheek.
Only for him to look up at you so tenderly, so softly. Lips parting slowly, gentle voice ringing out loud and clear, in the dark of night.
“Great Seven. You are beautiful.”
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