Stupid little heart
Title: Stupid little heart
Pairing: Crowley x fem!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warning: canon typical violence, hurt!Crowley, kinda-panic-attack-reader (be careful if that’s a trigger for you)
Request: Hey hey 😊 if it’s okay, could you do a Crowley x reader where she likes him but refuses to tell him but one day he hears her heart race when she’s helping him with his injuries after a rough hunt because she’s nervous and also hates seeing him hurt? Thank you lovie
(A/n: This is probably not exactly what the requester had in mind. I wanted to practise writing fight scene and suddenly the whole fic turned darker than intended. It doesn’t feel finished either but I don’t know where to take it from here. || Gif is not mine.)
“Hello boys - and kitten” A smooth British voice you’d recognise everywhere said. Immediately your heart beat speed up a little, a by now almost natural reaction you had when it came to the king of hell. Sure, you’d never really get used to how much your crush on him affected both your body and your straight thoughts, but after months without improvement on the ‘condition’ you recently accepted your fate. You were hopelessly in love with Crowley, bloody king of hell.