It hurt him. All the scratches, marks and injuries he had from his love. The one he adored. They could be so sweet, loving in the morning, to brutal and violent during the night. They cuddled with him, and it always made him forget the pain they inflicted on him earlier.
It was like clockwork. Every day. He woke up to loving treatment, and ended up with scratches and bruises. Why did he have to be in love with.. This? This adorable monster...
It brought him such pain, but such.. Joy.
Enough about his cat though, let's get into the fan fiction.
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"Satan!"
You scolded, pulling his arm towards you and wrapping the large cuts he had along it.
"How did it get this bad? What did you do to that damn cat?"
"We were playing. I let him play with my arm."
"Yeah, you let him play with your arm to the point he doesn't know he's hurting you!"
"So? He's cute."
"Ugh.."
You sigh. He was always like this. Most of his injuries were from playing rough with this little beast. Yes, the little beast in question was adorable. A fluffy black cat who wasn't that old. Maybe a month or two. Still quite small.
"I'll wear long sleeves?"
"Satan, last time you did that, it just went through the shirt. Not to mention it stained it."
"It's fine, it wasn't my shirt."
Before you could even question what that meant, he stood up, unintentionally yanking the bandages with him.
"I'm fine, I don't need bandages."
"You look like you just experienced the sky raining knives."
"Eh."
He walked off, you following behind, scolding about letting you finish dealing with his arm.
He climbed over the mountains of books and into his bed, next to the fluffy gremlin. He meowed at you, making you do your best to replicate his maneuvers. You plop down next to him, to which the fluffball journeys over to you, laying on your stomach.
"He's so cute."
"He is, but you really have to teach him what's a toy and what's not."
"I don't see why I have to do anything. I'm fine with it."
"I'm going to pour lemon juice on you and we'll see if you're still fine then."
You shake your head, chuckling.
Satan scooted over to you, snuggling in close. Cuddling two precious boys, what's better?
