(Probably gonna hate myself for this.

But I already hate myself.

:)

Enjoy ~)

No one's P.O.V

Tom slowly fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a note taped to his face. He groaned as he sat up slowly, taking off the note in the process.

He read,

Hey morning (or probably.. Good afternoon) Tom!

Matt and I have already left, the medicine and water are placed on the table beside the couch.

Tom stopped reading for a moment to take a look at the said table. The medecine sat close with the water placed on the center of the table. Then his eyes roamed around his living room.

Realizing it was like as if a tornado was partying and trashing his living room last night. It was an absolute mess.

He stood up in shock before falling back down when a headache immediately kissed him. He laid there, groaning in pain and a couple of minutes passed he went back to the note,

In case you have forgotten for a moment like you always do. You were dumped by your cheating bf (don't worry, Matt and I are already going over to his house with bats. We'll take care of him. Just don't call the police.)

So you decided alcohol will be your friend. But of course.. We were right beside you. Trying to control your alcohol intake. Well.. It worked out...

Kinda...... You did a lot of crazy things. Including trashing your own apartment and sending a letter to a.. I don't know? You called him freaking Santa. It isn't even Christmas yet..

And in a few minutes, Santa sent back a letter saying, "your wish will be granted if tears will fall in times of remembering."

It was pretty weird... So we decided to throw the letter away.

(Matt decided he should write his own letter too but I stopped him.)

I knew you loved Christmas ;)

Tom frowned his eyebrows,

"What the fuck?" Tom murmured but decided to continue,

ANYWAY!!

SLEEP! TAKE A REST FOR A DAY OR TWO.

-edd :)

Tom snorted as he smiled once again of the thought how his Ex would look like now. He knew both of his bestfriends were feisty.. Really feisty.

"Power couple indeed.." Tom commented and crumpled the paper before throwing it on the ground.

Tom let out a sigh, "what does he mean.. Santa?.. Why the fuck would I send a letter to him in fucking Fall.. Let alone SEND A LETTER TO HIM." Tom laughed at himself,

"I really must be THAT drunk to do something idiotic like that.." Tom blinked a few times before realizing that he actually caught his boyfriend naked in bed with a woman..

He didn't even realize that he was crying again. His eyes were already puffy as it is, but tears still fell.

"Oh fuck me.." Tom mumbled, wiping his tears with the rim of his blue hoodie which was stained with alcohol. He then let his eyes roam everywhere in his living room again.

"Didn't know that break-up would ruin my living room like this.." Tom muttered in a sarcastic matter.

"Wonder who is this.. Santa I sent a letter to.. The letter probably ended up being thrown away or--"

"You mean Satan." An unfamiliar.. Norwegian accented voice suddenly answered. Making Tom look up to the ceiling where he was sure he heard the voice was.

Instead of meeting his usual white painted ceiling. He was met with a handsome face, close to his.

Tom's eyes widened as he stared into the red eyes that was also staring down at him. It was all so surreal to him. The pupils of the eyes were nothing like a humans.. But more like a cat's..

It was more like a black slit. Which was giving off an very creepy and unsettling aura.

Tom was brought back to reality when the handsome guy pecked his nose very lightly. It made Tom jump out of his couch and on to the hard floor but instead of feeling a sharp pain on his butt.

He felt a pair of hands groping his ass.

"Damn, I didn't know British guys are hella thick." The same voice commented before Tom was once again met with a handsome face.

"WHAT THE ACT--"

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Tom started observing the 'person' right in front of him but Tom was certain that the person was not normal at all.

He had two horns sticking out on either side of his head. Plus, honey brown hair that was also styled into horns, adding a small mullet near his nape.

Soft tanned skin.. so the red hand mark on his right cheek was very visible. (Yes, Tom slapped him.)

He was wearing some kind of fancy tux with a red tie. He looked like he was some kind of a Queen's personal Butler that could kill a person in a matter of seconds if someone dared to lay a finger on the Queen.

Tom hitched his breath when the said 'person' suddenly smiled at him, showing off his white sharp fangs.

"Who and what the actual fuck.. Are you?" Tom asked, with that the person straightened his position,

"Tord Larssean, your now and forever boyfriend." The person who now Tom know as 'Tord' said.

"Oh and sorry, I'll hide it." Tord added before the horns on his head turned into ashes and disappeared into thin air. He was now looking like.. A half human.

But something else was occupying Tom's mind right at the moment..

He called himself MY boyfriend

"What..?"

"Well.. I assume you are Thomas Ridgewall, am I right?"

"Y-yes, but--"

"Then I am not mistaken to call myself your boyfriend." Tord finished before he cupped Tom's cheek very gently and lovingly. Looking at Tom with visible love marked all over his face.

"I've been watching over you for all these years since I was not allowed to leave because of the boundary between Humans and I... Yet you are the one who asked me out of that Hell hole."

Tord spoke in a very gentle tone, putting Tom at ease without him even realizing,

"You are even more beautiful up-close and not a dead soul yet. Since you are mostly going to end up in hell anyway but wow.. Your beauty as a living being is more astonishing... I just couldn't wait for you to die."

Tom breathed out in frustration, "HOLD UP!" He yelled pushing Tord away, Tord only raised his eyes brows... clearly listening.

"I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND. AT LEAST NOT AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE HE DUMPED ME BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE FUCKING POINT. WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND TOLD YOU WE ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP?! AND I DIDN'T ASK FOR A BOYFRIEND! MAYBE NOT EVER AGAIN!!"

Tord only titled his head before smiling back to the panting Tom in front of him. He found him cute when he was confused and frustrated,

"But aren't you the one who asked me for a boyfriend? I only granted your wish~" Tord cooed before he leaned closer to Tom with a smirk on his face, "you sent me a letter.. Remember?"

"I-I-- no! I- I was told I sent it to freaking SANTA! YOU YOURSELF LOOK LIKE A DEMON!! W-WELL WAS A DEMON BEFORE THOSE HORNS DISAPPEARED!" Tom retorted before something of the back of his head snapped...

"Unless--"

"Yep, you got that right."

"Huh?.."

Tord then sat beside Tom and hugged him by his waist, smelling Tom's scent like it was his last.

"You didn't send it to Santa darling~"

"I.. sent it to..." Tom's words soon faded when Tord suddenly buried his face on the crook of Tom's neck.

"I've been watching over you for all these years since I was not allowed to leave because of the boundary between Human and I... Yet you are the one who asked me out of that Hell hole."

"I'm Tord Larssean A.K.A Satan and I am now your boyfriend~"