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saltygossip95 · 5 years

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Tempt me.

He said temptation was his thing, but if I'm honest he didn't need to tempt me. I'd do anything, and had done; well at least in my imagination.

In my mind late at night he knew me intimately, his hands wandered, he voice hitched a octave while he whispered every depraved thing he wanted to do in my ear. But in the day he was just that guy in the park with his weird friend that I walked past on my lunch break every day.

Of course he didn't know I existed.

Until I did it.

It was stupid, I'll admit. But I just wanted to show the girls the guy I'd raved about at wine night. I'd talked about the swagger, the way he just enticed you without doing anything; they thought I was crazy.

I'd thought about doing it before but couldn't bring myself to do it.

And then he did it. One day Wednesday summer lunchtime. It was through his sunglasses but he looked straight at me and I felt it. The moral compass that kept me on the "good girl - boring girl path" (as Millie called it) suddenly felt non existent but for him.. just for him.

I looked away and knew if I was going to show the girls what I meant it needed to be today. I don't know why it just did.

I grabbed my phone, opened my camera to a very flustered looking me and angled it towards the red headed enigma. A bad selfie on my part but a perfect shot of him.

I snapped away on the capture button, locked my phone and walked away. What was I thinking?? Taking a photo of a stranger in broad daylight in the park, I must look like a right weirdo.

I carried on to my usual bench by the water, grabbed my lunch and tried to avoid my phone. I didn't want to look. Regretting my 5 second boldness, I couldn't look. I now had a photo of him, he was in my life.. it was just my imagination doing the work, there was a real life photo in my phone of him.

A couple bites of my sandwich and I gave up. Grabbing my phone, tapping my code in, straight to the gallery.

A thats when I saw it.. a blurry, grainy poor excuse of a photo.

"Well that was worth the anxiety afterwards" huffing to myself as I throw my phone back in my bag and turn back to my sandwich.

"You know...."

"If you wanted a picture.. you could have just asked"

Freezing mid bite I swivel round to see the red headed enigma who had pleasured my imagination staring at me through those his black lenses with a smirk.

##so this may just be the beginning, not sure whether to write more??##

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fangirlbase · 6 years

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Imagine - CROWLEY

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: If you listen Rave in the Grave, of AronChupa, will be awensome.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zokn4WDPcHE

Los Angeles

Los Angeles could be a real hell in the summer, even Crowley could say that. Not just for the heat, but also for the absurd amount of visitors - whether for tourism, or in pursuit of his dream of being a star. Not that he complained about it, quite the opposite. It was precisely at this time that he was able to get even more pacts, sometimes even being the official of the month because of his magnificence at work. But on the other hand .... It was also in the summer when he had to return once more to dry land to seek the souls. Not that he had to do the dirty work, for Lucifer, no! But someone had to control the hellhound so that it would not do further damage and denounce the existence of the supernatural.

Crowley decidedly hated summer. He felt almost human to spend time outside his Hell, but in that city. Today would certainly not be a different night from the others. By the morning, he had at least four souls, securing his return in five years. Things did not vary much: to be successful, to return to fame, that his new film succeeded ... Nonsense in his opinion. Your job was just to make covenants, not to be sincere and to say what good would success be if in five years you would lose everything in a tragic and painful way?

It was nightfall when he returned to Hell to get the hellhound for just one more job. His fate was at Studio C, near Hollywood Boulevard. There was not much time when he had made a pact to be a successful Director, and today was the big day. Crowley arrived at the place at dusk, encountering the still-full place.

"Calm down, little girl. We have many witnesses for now.” Crowley calmed the dog, begging him to stop growling. “But what...?”

The demon was outraged, his arrangements used to work out so well, so why the stupid music came out of where his victim was ?!

"Last night an angel came to say

I'm sad your grandma passed way.

But now, my grandma got a Rave

My grandma got a Rave

A Rave in the grave "

"Those idiot humans really think things like this? I cannot believe this jerk lost his years promoting gothic bands that are not even hotter! I do not think I'm going to mind if I end this soon.”

Upset, Crowley marched to the entrance of the studio, petrified at the sound of another piece of lyrics and almost crying with horror.

"Granny wouldn’t mind when she passed way

And now I got all the explained

Because now, my grandma got a Rave

My grandma got a Rave

A Rave in the grave "

He did not even want to get close, knowing he'd be even more outraged with absurd size, but his curiosity was stronger. At times it seemed that he liked to suffer-no wonder he lived in Hell. But as soon as he got close enough to see what was happening, he lost all the words in his mouth. It might even be more of a gothic band, but you definitely stood out.

Crowley was utterly out of breath as he realized that you - with your black hair stuck in a coke, heavy makeup, a short black rounded dress with long black boots - rose sensuously on a long dining table surrounded by ... zombies? While singing and dancing. You looked directly at the camera, seducing even in that situation. It did not take long for the scene to end and you had to get down to the floor in a choreography full of undead (with your grandmother in the background).

Crowley had the notion that you were just another singer, but you could not imagine him as the King of Hell and you as his Lady. That would be too much, you seemed so perfect and cruel to the job. He alone knew how strong he wanted to throw you on his shoulders and take you with him, but it was impossible.

It took about another hour and a half until everything was over and he could finally act. Maybe Crowley would hate Hollywood summers less, waiting for you to call him one day to make a pact, and he was finally allowed to carry it with him to Hell. While this was not happening, he would be content to keep up with his work closely, not even startled when news of a supernatural event in the recording of his music video spread, dividing opinions about you being cursed or even that the director was making Raves in his grave . What Crowley could guarantee he wasn’t, but if there was one thing he could agree to your music, it was that "The only thing that life never tells you, is what happens later."

It would only be a matter of time for him to get what he wanted.

Or not.

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