So yes, before you all go on, this isn't my usual type of fanfiction I will admit but this was made with my dear friend Dannielle in mind! She can be found by the dedication as this was made as a sort of thank you for a fanfiction of me and Greg Lestrade that she has made!! I hope you enjoy! By the way if you guys want me to write any reader/fandom characters/youtuber one shots etc for you I will gladly do so just inbox me!
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It was a gloomy average afternoon in Wales, Dannielle had been forced to go to the store to gather some groceries and such. Direct orders from her parents whom she didn't exactly live with still but was obliged to go down and visit atleast once a month for a weekend for some strange "sentimental" reasons that she would never truely understand. She was never a fan of her family but she knew that she would need them one day and keeping them sweet would mean that she could count on them. Between you and me, deep down she loves them atleast a little, she'll just never truely admit it.
She quickly walked through the streets to get to her destination, it had only taken about 10 minutes but with the rain weighing her down and soaking her straight through she was having trouble believing that only 10 minutes had passed her by. Upon her entering the generic corner shop she walked into someone, "What the hell, watch where you're going are you blind or something!?"
Dannielle had continued to scream at the older man, "Maybe, if you didn't have those shades on at night you'd be able to see!" She was furious, absolutely seething, that was until she realized what had happened.
Looking the man over she quickly had time to deduce the person she had just been screaming at. Average sized male in height and weight, quite old maybe late 60s, he wore quite an oldfashioned outfit he also carried a cane with him...
Most people would begin to apoligise immidiately however, Dannielle isn't most people. Upon realizing the man was blind the girl shrugged and walked into one of the aisles seemingly unphased by what she had just done. That was of course, before she felt a slender hand wrapping around her arm.
She turned around to find quite a tall and slender man in front of her, his hair a dark black like the colour of a dark clear night, he wore a buisness suit which strangely resembled that of the an which she had seen before but it suited him much much more. He looked down at her his face emotionless for a few seconds before the side of his lips twitched, turning up at the right corner giving what some may think of as an unsettling smirk. Dannielle thought it was the sexiest that she had ever seen.
"Yes?" Dannielle asked a tad annoyed that this man was distracting her from the menial task that stood in the way of her and her nice warm dry bed, more annoyed that she thought of the man as attractive.
"I just wanted to say that was quite the spectical you put on there, bravo." Dannielle watched as the sickeningly... sexy smirk grew wider on his face, she could feel the smirk creeping onto hers but forced herself to stop and return to the mask of emotionless that she always held, "I've never seen someone that cruel."
"Well, I don't see any point in apoligising when I simply don't care." She responded.
"Fair enough, I don't see the reason behind the social obligations of apoligizing either."
"Why are you here? You seem to be dressed as if you were going to a meeting though you're in Rhyll... the most uneventful place in the world."
"As you said, I'm here on buisness."
"What sort of buisness?" Dannielle asked as she raised an eyebrow, her curiosity was getting the best of her.
"I doubt it would interest you at all." He says in a strange Irish monotone that would only send a shiver of fear down most, it did send a shiver down Dannielle just in a whole other way.
