I've Been Watching you (Crowley x Reader)

It was late at night. After having a horrible day, that only reminded me of how unsuccessful I am, I went to my room. It was dirty and messy. I didn't feel like cleaning – I never felt like cleaning. So there I was, lying on my bed, thinking, ‘why do I put up with this shit?’ So I took a razor – my one special razor, that I promised I’ll never use again – and cut a single line in my arm. It wasn't deep, or long, just enough to feel pain, and observed how that little bit of blood, ran gingerly across my arm through my fingers, and touched the floor. And just as it touched the floor, I could feel the pain going away. I don’t know for how long I was there just seeing my blood running down my arm, and making more cuts. I just know that I looked up for one second, and there he was.

A man, dress up in a suit, elegant, attractive, hot. And even though it was the first time I saw him, he looked very familiar.

“Cutting yourself again, aren't we (Y/N)?” he said softly.

“How do you – who – how are you here?”

“Oh, I know many things about you, (Y/N). I’m Crowley. And you should never leave your door open”. He walked to where I was, and took my arm, he then placed his hand on my cuts, and they disappeared. My eyes winded, and I looked at him in disbelief. ‘How did he do that?’ “I can do lots of things, and yes, reading minds is one of them.”

“What are you? Really?” I asked scared of the answer.

He didn't say a word for a while, but after a few minutes he said “I’m the king of hell, at your service”

“The king of hell?” I asked “then, why are you here?”

“Every king needs a queen, and I've been seeing you. You are broken, and weak, but beautiful, and caring. Such combinations would do just great as my queen. I've seen you, I've been observing you for a while, and I know that when you love something, or someone, you never let it go. You think you have nothing left to lose, and you are right. You have a lot to gain, and if you come with me, everything will be yours. You just have to agree to come with me.”

I don’t know if it was his eyes, or the way he talked, but I believed him.  And so, I said.

“Yes.”