Spoil

: Teen!Abaddon x teen!fem!reader drabble

For further context: you are both older beings in immortalized teenage bodies.

; 600+ words.

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It was deep, unrelenting, it was the kind of stare that made her feel as if she was high up in the clouds from the softness it held. It made her stomach weak. Yet—at the same time—she could sense the frustration emitting from the boy all the same. The fierceness circled into his brows, leading to a bent furrow. He slipped his cracked, purple lips into a thin line, exhaling sharply from his nose. He stepped closer—protectively, almost.

She exhaled from her nose, softly unlike him. Her chest falling down gently, and with a smirk she tilted her head; looking back into his pale blues with both flustered feelings and confusion. He was much too sweet, causing her too many confusing dreadful yet exciting feelings to bubble up in her chest. She barely knew what they could be—if she liked them or wanted them to go away, she didn’t know.

“You can’t,” he uttered with that same, deep tone that made her feel all silky inside. His lips stayed open after, as if unsure whether to say more or not—ready to.

“Abaddon?”

His name rolled off her tongue so rottenly sweet, he had almost shut down right then and there had he not pulled himself back together.

He grabs the hem of her top, clenching his fists onto it with desperation, surprising her. All his fear spilling into the way his knuckles gripped onto the fabric.

Despite his surface demeanor towards others; despite his immortality, he had formed bonds in this hotel. Unbreakable bonds, as if their souls were forever meant to meet. And he’d be damned if he ever let those connections go…particularly, this one. This girl. It was different—made his mind go crazy, his heart give out every now and again, and he was sure it would haunt him forever if he ever lost her again. Hell’s torture would never compare to it.

“Abaddon,” she giggled with a raised brow, then gently put her hands atop his, causing his hold to ease from the comfort of her warmth.

“I’m just going to the supermarket… you okay?”

“No! That is a death maze, the lamps and bright, reflective surfaces are deliberately designed to burn your eyes!” He declared, pulling his hands from under yours to point at the ceiling for emphasis. Then his tone turned a bit forlorn, but calm, and he patted his chest. “i’d know, trust me.”

“Ah, right…” her eyes drooped with a stifled laugh. She shifted her knees, and his hands grasped onto her waist quickly with a firm hold, his lanky fingers wrapping around her curves with protectiveness—thinking she was to walk off. He fell closer to her in result.

She let out a noise of surprise, and her eyes widened. That same breath hit his lower face with how close he stepped.

“Let Katherine go! Stay with me, where it’s safe.”

She rolled her eyes with amusement, exhorting a chuckle as she shook her head. She could very well take care of herself—she was immortal after all. She wasn’t one to deny, though, that she did flush a little—okay, maybe not a little—at his protectiveness. It was endearing, and telling of his feelings towards her.

“Okay, okay, Abaddon. If you’re so worried, then why don’t you come with me? As the Prince of the underworld, surely you’d be able to protect me?”

His grasp on the girl’s waist lessened as he began to take it into consideration. He lit up at her remembering his title, and immediately agreed. “Of course, i would.” He huffed, completely letting go of the girl then. His fingers twitched at the loss of warmth. “Very well, then, i will accompany you on your mission.”

He seemed to have forgotten how he “fell victim to the torture of the lamps” the last time he went.

She sighed in relief before he added a concerning comment, “i will get rid of those torture lights so you may grab whatever you need!”