Hell Puppy | Crowley AU |

This book is all within the same alternative universe with the same pairing (Crowley X faery! OC); however, the book is not a proper novel but rather a collection of oneshots and imagines centred around the couple.

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"You didn't sell your soul, darling?" he was somehow charming and somewhat sexual as he said it, hands in his pockets causing his jacket to move away from his body, not that I was complaining.

"You tend to remember selling your own soul." I paused, stroking the puppy at my feet briefly, "Actually, you tend to remember selling any soul, yours or not." I scratched behind his ears, earning a satisfied growl and whine when I stopped.

He didn't say anything for a moment, merely stepped towards where I was sat in amongst the moss. Crouching, as if talking to a child he whispered, like it was only for me to hear, "How are you stroking my hell hound?"

"Wasn't aware the king of hell was so possessive." I leaned towards him and smiled, biting my lip and ensuring he caught me. Then I lay back on the ground and rubbed the hell hound's back.

"Not if something isn't worth being possessive over." he held my gaze when I looked back at him, I felt my heart flutter as he uttered his next words. His voice was gravelly, making a certain tingling sensation hit me in my stomach and I realised the king of hell was about to become a regular visitor to my cabin, "Are you worth being possessive over, darling?"