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(Week two, day one. Prompt : "❤️ confessions" word goal: 500 )
Being a celebrity your self did not exclude you from having a celebrity crush and Hercule Satan was no exception.
The first time he saw The Archangel; Miguel in person he was at a party, drunk off his ass and smoking the best cigars money could buy.
That was not the first time he heard of her though. He had all her cassettes and even a poster or two of her up in his man cave back home.
If he was sober he might have came up with a cool way to approach her.
As it was his brain told him 'fastest way to get to her through all these people was straight' which meant fully clothed he jumped in the pool between them and swam over, yelling her name as he made it to the other side.
She looked down, laughing slightly. "Yes?"
That laugh was like Christmas bells.
"I love you. Professionally. I...I love your music I mean."
"Oh. Thank you." She smiled, taking a step back so she didn't get wet as he climbed out. "Are you a singer too?" She didn't know him.
"I'm a fighter." He stood proudly dispite the fact he was dripping wet. "You should come see one of my matches some time. You got a pen?"
"I do." She nodded, reaching in her purse. He scribbled his information down in a notepad she offered.
"Sweet. Have your agent reach out to me any time. I can get you really good seats."
The next time he seen her was at his match....and another one and another. Each time he sent a ticket she showed up. Was she just being nice or... he smiled at her in the crowd and she waved.
That momentary distraction cost him a good punch straight to the side of the face but he still won his fight in the end.
She hung back this time. He was surprised to see her waiting when he left the locker room almost thirty minutes later after dressing and doing an interview.
"Miguel! Hey!" He waved brightly.
"Hey your self. Sorry about your face. That looks really sore."
He just laughed it off. "Aw, it's nothing for a fighter like me. Don't worry!"
"Oh? That's too bad. I was going to offer to kiss it and make it better."
He froze, torn between going back on what he said and insisting it did need some help or remaining strong. The singer laughed- there it was again. He loved that sound.
"I came to say I don't think I'll be at your matches for the next four months. I'm going on tour."
He knew that - he kept up to date on what was going on with his favorite pop star. He didn't say that though - that might be creepy.
"Aaw, I love seeing you in the audience. I'll miss it."
"Well ... You don't have to." She passed him an envelope. "There's a ticket for each of the shows I'm doing in there... I wasn't sure which one you could make it to."
"I can make it to all of them. Wouldn't want the tickets to go to waste."
"All of them?" She laughed. "You might as well travel in the tour bus with me at that point."
"Yea? Maybe I should. It's always good to have a big, strong fighter by your side, right?" He flexed.
"I suppose so." She reached out, rubbing one of the buff arms. "Why would you do that though? You have your own stuff going on."
"I can fight matches anywhere." He assured her, not missing the fact she hadn't moved her hand away. "I really love you -love being around you I mean."
"I love being around you too." The archangel; Miguel smiled brightly. "I think I will love spending time together getting to know the real Satan."
(Ok not confessions in the traditional sense but they said love a lot?)