A/N: The person who requested this prefers to be anonymous. She requested me to write an AU with Mick I haven't written before and left the plot of the request up to me. Thanks for this! I really loved writing it, let me know what you think!
DISCLAIMER: this plot is inspired by the writer @blindingdutchy on tumblr, she wrote this plot with Tom Holland and all credits go to her.
TAGLIST: borromeoparis Garrixer_06 16allthelov07 fraugoretzka RedBullRacingFan f1ismylifelol _beyond_the_stars elliejones07 damndamiano jubsmagcultthg coffeeandblueberries
WORDCOUNT: 1976
SYNOPSIS: You join a friend of yours at a costumed party with the theme of Heaven & Hell, which means you can dress up as an angel, a demon, a devil and such. You definitely did not expect to meet the actual King of Hell there.
Wandering through the store that sold all sorts of costumes, you were still deciding on what you'd wanted to be. You felt like it would be cliché to dress up as an angel, but a fallen angel would be even more cliché. While picking up the devil's horns that were hanging on a rack in the store, you were sure you definitely wouldn't be a devilish or a demonic type. With your kind features and beautiful, large eyes, it would be better to choose an angel costume. To go to a costumed party sounded ridiculous at first, but as your friend Callum Illot convinced you to come along, you were pretty much obliged to go costume shopping too. You had hoped that Callum would join you, however he had a double shift at work, and know you were pretty much the only one in this shady store at seven in the evening, a day before the party.
The cashier behind the counter seemed to have her eyes glued on you, as if you would put something in your bag and run out quickly. You came across the section of faux feathers, and your eyes caught the sparkling white ones, that seemed to have a little bit of glitter over them. You looked over your shoulder to make sure she wasn't watching, and ripped open the package. You wanted to make sure they felt a little bit real, because you didn't want to have a lousy costume at the party after all. "I'm sure you're not supposed be opening packages before you buy it." You nearly yelped and threw the pack of feathers away, the voice behind you had given you the scare of a lifetime. You turned around, looking up at a tall, blond man, whose eyes were looking down at you. "You scared the life out of me," you breathed, relieved when he wasn't wearing staff clothing of the store, and was probably just a customer too.
The air seemed to be electrified, and you felt as if your body turned into a frenzy. The man looked down at you still, and you weren't sure what his facial expressions meant. "No need to," he finally replied to your previous statement. The way he towered over you made you feel very little, and you weren't sure if you felt comfortable. He was close to you, his eyes gliding over your face as if he was inspecting you closely. The sleek, black suit he was wearing tightened around his chest and his biceps, making you wonder what a person like him was doing here. You clutched the bag of feathers to your chest, awkwardly standing there, trembling slightly, while at the same time being frozen in your spot in the isle of the store. He chuckled lowly. He was laughing at you. The sound was deep, gravely and his eyes sparkled while a smile tugged on the corners of his lips. Enthralled by his handsome face, your breath hitched when his hand moved towards your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek before he pulled it back.
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