Crowned {h.s}

Crowned {h.s}

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"You don't want to do that, love" Harry says, his voice deadly. Diana continues to stare into Harry's green eyes which have gotten dark with frustration but she doesn't back down. She never does. "I think I do" Diana states and she brings up her other hand and wraps it in Harry's hair and pulls it hard making Harry let out a surprised growl. His grip on her wrist loosening as he pulls his hand back harder. "Now let me go" Diana says darkly matching Harry's dark energy. Diana had enough experience with men pushing her around at her own palace that Harry doesn't even come close to intimidating her. He should be scared of her. Especially when it's finally time for her to slit his throat. He's not making her not want to do it so killing him should be easy. ** WARNINGS: - blood - mentions of blood - knives and weapons - smut - talking of degrading women
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.

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