Mal en Point (part xi)
Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader
A/N: i’m going to start reblogging these with my tags on them because they never work when i first post them. here’s a fun lik chapter hope you like it
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.4k
Harry pushed open one of the doors and let you in before entering himself, letting the door shut on its own.
King Harrison was talking with someone, both of their backs to you. You admired both sets of wings. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to pay attention to the detail in them before. Both wide off their backs, though Harrisons drooped slightly more, they were also darker in colour than the other demons, but both were raven. Harrison’s also seemed glossier, they held more of the light in the room which made them seem lighter in colour.
The other demon had longer hair, darker than Toms, he hadn’t pushed it back or styled it at all, instead letting the straight strands sit around his face. The other one spoke, though you couldn’t hear what he was saying, for the most part, he talked with his hands, while Harrison’s- King Harrisons, you supposed you’d have to get used to that- arms remained crossed over his chest as he nodded along, he seemed tense.
“King Harrison” Harry walked up to the centre of the room and you followed.
“What-“ Harrison spat the syllable as he turned around. His eyes were black but turned back into icy blue when he noticed the two of you, his wings straightening at the same time. He looked back at the other demon, saying something to him. The demon nodded in response, glanced at Harry and nodded again, which Harry reciprocated. King Harrison walked over to the two of you, “Harry you may go. How are you feeling, angel?”
“I’m uh” You watched as Harry bowed his head, he smiled at you before leaving with the other demon through the large doors behind you. You didn’t want him to go, you’d only just woken up and he was the only person you’d come to interact with since. You trusted him. Watching him head out the door you hoped he’d turn around to see that you didn’t want him to go. But he didn't.
It was just you and Harrison now, “I’m okay, I suppose” You avoided looking at him, suddenly uncomfortable now that you had the energy to be uncomfortable.
“You suppose?” You could feel Harrison’s gaze resting on you as you nodded slightly, “Well, angel. Let’s go for a walk and we can chat, yes?” You wanted to cut him off. Tell him your actual name. Bombard him with questions. But he was the King of Hell. You were taught to fear him.
You followed a pace behind him in the long halls, taking in the dark walls lined with candelabras, even though light streamed through the windows giving you a glimpse to the outside. It was light out but the ground was dark and sandy, cracking at some parts like the dry deserts you’d heard of on Earth but never visited. King Harrison walked leisurely through the halls, his hands shoved in his pockets but back straight and tall. You remember him telling you about hours that he’d spent working on posture alone as a teen. How his father had said “A King who slouches is no King at all” and he said that he’d never fully understood it.
“Do you have any questions, angel?” Harrison gaze had hardly left you. You’d gotten used to everyone calling you ‘angel’ although you would very much prefer your own name still.
“Only a couple, your highness” You replied sheepishly.
“Well, ask away”
“Why save me? And how long have I been down here? And why the flowers?” The words spill from your lips in a rush, it makes the King smile, a small chuckle slipping from his throat.
“Human time or realm time?” There was a softness in his voice. Something that made it lighter than you’d expect from a demon. It was… comforting.
“Human”
“You arrived here five human weeks ago” His smile faded and he became visibly uncomfortable with whatever was about to follow, the next words were spoken slowly, hesitation in each one, “You were in the basement of the castle for” he inhaled deeply “two human weeks” King Harrison cleared his throat. “And you were sick in your room for three of them” He finished, leaving you to ponder. It’d felt like much longer.
“My room?” You questioned. Your room. In the castle. In Hell.
“Your room, If you choose to stay, of course,” The King continued after giving you a moment to think over what he had said: “The flowers. Lilac coloured hyacinths. They’re apologetic” You nodded along.
“They were one of my mother’s favourite” You whispered. Either King Harrison didn’t hear you, or he didn’t acknowledge it. You continued, “And why did you bother saving me?”
“Ah right that well,” He cleared his throat, removing his hands from his pockets and clasping them behind his back, his eyes fell to his feet, “I’m rather drawn to you, angel. In a way that I can’t begin to explain. It’s not lust, although will not pretend that lust isn’t a portion of it. As you are um…” His confidence faltered, “The dress uh… I’m going to stop digging my own grave” You laughed at his sudden awkwardness and he did as well upon seeing that you had.
“Well, your majesty that’s very kind of you. However, you didn’t need to push off the conversation earlier. I don’t mind waiting, sir” You noticed how he cringed slightly at the formalities. You weren’t sure if he had done that while you were dying. You were too distracted by, well, dying, to notice.
“Actually the conversation was about you. In a way. It had started off about Iezebel, my wife as you know. And then Sam told me how you were doing. Just stuff about your fever and how it may have broken but he wasn’t sure. And then Harry brought you to us, so we no longer were unsure” You nodded. The halls grew silent apart from your steps, you in your own thoughts and the King in his. Both of you went to speak at the same time, you let him go first.
“What’s your name, angel?”
“Y/N,” You noticed how King Harrison’s eyes widened, immediately switching to a slightly furrowed brow before going back to an expression of content. The shift in expressions passed in a fraction of a second.
“Beautiful name. It suits you”
“Thank you, your highness” You paused for a second, allowing him to speak if you’d like to. “You are nothing like the King we learn of in heaven. At least, not from what I’ve seen so far. Pardon me for my assumptions”
“Oh no it’s perfectly alright, Y/N” He hesitates before saying your name, so used to calling you angel that it’s become habitual. “Tell me about the Kings you learn of?” He phrases it as a question.
“They say a lot of things. I’m not sure how much of it is true, granted it’s all were taught and were told to trust it. They say that they’re all terrifying and aggressive and ruthless”
“Some are” King Harrison chimed in, you acknowledged it with a nod but continued on.
“They always said that demons are nothing but bad. Not an ounce of good in them but not even angels are entirely good. Not a single angel has never done anything bad. So why would a demon be anything but?” You finish your small ramble and look up at the King as he goes to speak.
“There are demons like that. Ones that think with nothing but dark thoughts. My father was like that. Tom-” he swallows, “Tom is like that. Though he wasn’t always. He wanted to kill you as soon as you got here and I refused. When we were younger-” King Harrison cuts himself off. He seems as though he wants to continue, but doesn’t “That’s a story for another day” he says.
“And you? What are you like?” you ask after a moment of silence. Curiosity was ever growing in your mind.
It was a much more loaded question than you had intended it to be. That’s years- centuries- of insecurity and shame. Harrison knows it’s too much to unload on his first day of knowing you. Sure, he’s talked to you much before but this was the first time that he could really know about you. The first time talking with you rather than at you. He didn’t want to screw it up. Didn’t want to mess with the weird feeling in his stomach that he had. He knew it was good.
“Also a story that must wait. One day you’ll know” Harrison wasn’t even sure that he knew.