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The Bodyguard and the Betrothed - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: E | 3.5k words

You've always read that being a Princess has its perks, but you think whoever wrote that had to have been mistaken. As the third, unwanted daughter of the royal family of Hapuntep, your life isn't what you imagined when you were younger, still starry-eyed and full of hope.

So when a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you've ever known, you can't help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better? Or... is it about to get a whole lot worse?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Bodyguard!Din, some Violence (later on), Strangers to Lovers, and more tags to come!

AN: I feel most comfortable doing one-shots, so trying to step out of my comfort zone with a Bodyguard!Din romance. I have the general plotline written out, excited to share this story with you. (But fear not, there will be plenty of rated E action down the road!) Guessing about 10 chapters in total. ❤️

[Also posted to A03 here!]

Chapter 1 - The Stranger

As the long hours in near-isolation passed, you think back and realize that honestly, you should have seen this coming. In the past few months, you had noticed the whispers around the castle, the furtive looks, but you never dreamed they were directed at you.

Being part of the royal family of Hapuntep, there were certain… expected obligations. Your eldest sister had been betrothed since birth to a handsome prince from Indupar, a monarchical planet in the Ado Sector. Your second sister had married for love, a Lord from the mid rim planet of Ec Pand. And your younger brother - he was to inherit the kingdom, as the only son. He would be married as well, someday, but that was still many years away.

And you - well, you had not married. You had always been treated a little differently than your sisters, the forgotten middle child that was never wanted.

When you were younger, you thought perhaps it was the age gap. Your sisters were 8 and 10 when you were born and at their age, there was nothing interesting about a crying baby. You had assumed it was just that gap that had been stretched too far to cross, but as you got older, you started noticing some interactions that had escaped your younger mind.

They way they treated you, like you were a ghost. And then more specifically, the tone of voice they used when they actually did speak to you. The sneering lips and wrinkled noses as they implied that your parents didn’t want you.

“Daddy didn’t ask for another daughter. He wanted a son.” Your eldest sister had hissed in your ear, late at night, “But it was too late. You showed up, anyway.”

As you grew older, you then thought maybe it was because of your looks. You favored your mother, the same shade of hair and complexion. You thanked the Maker for that more than once when you were alone - otherwise you might have gotten your Father’s weak constitution or his small, watery eyes. It was a wonder that your mother had ever agreed to marry him, and you thought about that often as well.

Your sisters looked like copies of your father, down to the exact texture of hair. Your eyes were different though, the only one in the family with that shade, most likely a recessive gene. Was it jealousy, perhaps, sowed the seed that has lasted for years?

The rumors and theories changed over time, but the ending was always the same. A surprised, unwanted pregnancy. The black sheep. When your mother passed when you were 6 from a bout of Borotavi syndrome, the gap between you and your family only grew further apart, turning into a chasm.

Your father remarried soon after, a beautiful widower whose husband has also recently passed, and she became your stepmother. Your resemblance to your own mother was not lost on her, and there was no affection gained, despite your efforts.

A few years later, they had a child together, your brother Nikolas - the one saving grace in this wretched family. He inherited the best things from both, and somehow the two of you became close. He was your only real friend, the only person you could trust.

Overall, you made the best you could with your lot. You stayed tucked away, and out of sight. Afternoons were filled with quiet activities, reading, studying, academics, most of the time in your room. When you could, you snuck outside, sweet-talking the guards into teaching you fitness routines and self-defense lessons.

Nobody seemed to love you, besides your brother, but nothing was expected from you either. You were perfectly happy living a life of unbothered mediocrity. But all of that changed when he showed up. The day your life changed, forever.

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The day had started perfectly normal, not one that would have stuck out in your mind as anything special. You were up with the sun, the light creeping in through the blinds as you hurry into the adjoined refresher to wash up for the day. Even though it was early, you cherished the quiet moments in the castle before everyone started moving around. Yes, it’s true that you were left alone for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t hear everything going on throughout the day.

Sinking into the basin, you let the water wash over you, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. After you scrubbed yourself clean, you grab the bound book, dog-eared and battered, from the small side-table and find your place from where you left off yesterday.

You stay submerged as long as you can, lost in another world, until your skin prickles from the cold, toes puckered from the water.

Stepping out, you dress yourself in a plain tunic and trousers before heading back to your room. This time you grab another book, a heavy, leather-bound thing from the large table near your small, but efficient, fireplace. This one was borrowed, and you had to make sure you returned it this morning before it was missed. You weren’t forbidden from leaving your room, but you had learned a long time ago it was better to just stay out of sight when possible.

Tucking the book into your bag, you open your door, just enough to peek an eye outside. When the coast is clear, you sneak down the hallway, and into the library.

The large library is quiet, and you have no problem slipping the missing novel back onto the shelf, and picking out another from the opposite side of the room. It goes back into your bag, and then you’re off in search of some sustenance.

Winding your way down the stone steps, you make your way to the kitchen. The room is busy like usual, but there’s always a little cheese, meat, and bread tucked to the side for you. It’s been years since you attended a formal lunch, you always made excuses when you could, and no one ever requested your presence.

One of the cooks, an older man that you had always gotten along with, bumps you with his hip as you’re grabbing the small stash they saved for you. He gives you a conspiratorial wink, and shows you the cloth he has in his hand, containing half a dozen small sweet rolls. He sneaks them next to your other food, giving your shoulder a friendly pat as he moves past you.

You give him a smile and a genuine thanks, taking the cloth-wrapped bundle and tucking it into the pocket of your bag. One or two were for you, of course, you had a major sweet tooth, but the rest were for your brother, if you happened to see him today.

But you didn’t run into him, even though you took the long, winding path back to your room. Part of you wondered if they were keeping him busy on purpose, you had barely seen him lately. He did have lessons, but surely they’d give him a break sometime. You made a note to dedicate tomorrow to tracking him down.

--

Back in your room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent on small hobbies, and then you decided to take a nice, long nap. There’s a low, droning sound as you doze, and your lids crack open as the sound registers in your sleepy brain.

It was the sound of a ship approaching the hangar. Ships in this area were unusual, most of the time they used the public landing pad a few miles down the road, past the south end of town. The one near the castle was private, for the royal family and guests, only. And you hadn’t heard anything about any guests.

You can see the ship touching down from your balcony door, it looked rough, still flying, but rough. Unlatching the lock, you creep outside to watch, the loud droning dying out as the ship touches down and turns off.

A ramp extends from the side, and a figure steps out, the sun glinting off some sort of armor they are wearing. It’s shiny, a chrome-like metal that you can see even from your current distance. They converse with one of the mechanics that approaches him, and after a few minutes as he points an arm towards town. The figure nods, and starts moving out of the hanger and towards that direction.

Achingly curious, you sneak back inside, latching the door behind you. You root around in the chest by your bed, throwing on a brown, threadbare cloak, pulling the hood up over your head.

Sneaking out should in theory be easy, there was hardly anyone in the back staircase, and it lets you out into the side of the garden. Luck seems to be on your side today, and you make it out and through the garden without incident.

By the time you make it down the long pathway to the city, the figure is quite a bit ahead of you. Fortunately for you, they stick out in the shiny metal, even the afternoon shadows creeping in can’t seem to touch it.

They are deep in the market district when you catch up, currently perusing a seemingly vacant stall, the shelves stacked with general goods. The stall is tucked towards the edge of the district, away from most of the foot traffic. The owner of the stall isn’t even visible, but you’re sure they’re behind the cloth canopy draping across the back half.

You stop short, using the shadows of a neighboring stall to watch as they work their way across the countertop, making small, neat stacks of rations and dried meats.

Their movements are subtle, hands ghosting over piles of items in search of whatever supply list they had in their head. You observe quietly for a while, and jump when you hear an almost-robotic sounding voice break the relative quiet.

“Can I help you?” Their tone is flat, the unexpected sound coming from the person in armor in front of you.

You twist your head, looking up and down the aisle to see who he’s talking to. The stall owner has still not stepped out, most likely conversing with their neighbor.

“You, girl. In the shadows.” He clarifies - you assume they’re male from the deep pitch of their voice.

Freezing, you watch as his head turns giving you a good look at his profile. He makes a sound, almost like a sigh, “I can see you. Come on out.”

Oh. He’s talking to you.

You step out of the shadows, walking slowly over towards the booth. He watches you quietly, waiting until you’re standing a few feet away.

You had read about Mandalorians a bit, in some of the older books in the library. There wasn’t a lot about them, from what you understood a lot of their history was passed down orally. But you had never thought you’d get to see one, much less meet one for that matter.

Suddenly aware of your manners, from years of etiquette shoved down your throat, you flush slightly at your own rudeness.

“I apologize,” your nose wrinkles, “It was rude of me to stare, I’ve just never seen a Mandalorian before.”

His head turns back to look at the stall, his voice quiet as he answers, “We do not come to the Mid Rim very often.”

It’s not an outright dismissal, so you tentatively take a step closer. You try to glance subtly at him, taking in what you can as he continues to browse.

He’s tall, a little more than a head taller than you with the armor, and broad-shouldered. His armor gleams, painstakingly polished, and his long cloak, tattered at the ends, catches the slight breeze in the air.

“What, uh,” You offer, when it becomes clear he’s not going to ask you anything. “What brings you to town?”

His hands pick up another small puck of rations, adding it to the stack in his hands. He seems to think about this for a moment, before replying, “Work.”

“Oh.” You hip leans against the edge of the stall, and you pivot to look at him, “Looking for work?”

He shakes his head as he clarifies, “I am here for my employer.”

You want to ask what he does, why he would be here. Your planet is small, and not nearly as technically-advanced as the most of the planets in the Middle and Inner Rim. The was a scattering of settlements across the land, this city being the biggest. But the entire population of the planet would be dwarfed in a city such as Coruscant, or so you’ve been told.

“You’re not a bandit, are you?” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Or a gangster?”

He probably wasn’t, but over the past few years, the overall crime had risen drastically. Small crime organizations had begun to set up small camps around the bigger-sized cities in the area, harassing the citizens for money in exchange for protection. You knew this because you had heard your Father talk about it, about the pressure of keeping the peace when cities were getting attacked at night.

His head swivels slowly to look at you, his annoyance almost palpable. You flash a smile, and he seems to realize you were teasing him, because he makes noise that sounds like a huff.

“No, I am not.”

“If you’re not a bandit, then what do you do?”

“Are you always so talkative?” His voice is short, and you pause.

“Well, no-” you hesitate, voice immediately apologetic. Your brow crinkles as you look at him, confidence rapidly waning, “I, uh- don’t get to talk that much, actually. Not really supposed to.”

His helmet fully turns to the side now, tilting down towards you. It’s unnerving, looking into the dark tint of a visor, not being able to see a face for context.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, “Not supposed to?”

You shrug, one shoulder lifting and then dropping casually. It would be stupid to tell this man who you are, and you already have been a little too open with this stranger.

A woman steps up to the stall, from a low pile of pillows in the back, saving you from answering. She is old and stooped, hair white with age and long, shining like starlight.

“Sorry dearie,” her voice is birdlike, eyes kind beneath wrinkles of wisdom. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You smile at her, asking her a few questions about how her day was going, as the Mandalorian stacked his purchases in front of her. She tallies them up carefully, whispering figures under her breath as she does.

Before she can give a price, you are rooting around in your bag, pulling out a fistful of credits which you pass to her. You’re not sure how much his rations cost, but you figure you’re probably pretty close.

“They’re on me, for your patience.” Your head tilts as you eye the Mandalorian, your practiced tone almost hiding the embarrassment in your voice. Almost.

“No,” The woman’s hand closes around yours, trying to push some of the credits back, “No, it’s too much-”

“Please.” You turn towards her, smiling gracefully. “Please, for taking up so much of your time today.”

Her hand relaxes, drawing the stack quickly into her pouch. The woman’s eyes meet yours, shining in the afternoon light, “Thank you milady, your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian is silent next to you, his hands the only thing that moves as he tucks the purchases into the bag slung across his chest. He moves then, giving the woman a short bow of his helmet as he steps out into the walkway again.

“Thank you.” He offers quietly.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, and you’re getting ready to just walk away when he asks, “My ship requires a few mechanical parts, can you point me towards a stall that carries that?”

It’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get, but you take it. You smile with a nod, gesturing with your hand for him to follow you.

--

You don’t learn much more about him as he browses another stall, just that he’s from the Outer Rim, he’s had his ship for a long time, and that he really is there for work, but won’t tell you what.

And that he’s only here until tomorrow, which for some reason makes your stomach twist in disappointment.

The two of you found a stall that had the things he wanted, old pre-empire engine parts for ships. He’s been making a small stack of wiring and mechanical pieces. You have no idea what any of it is, but you still try to help him look, plucking out wires and pieces in the shape he describes.

He finally seems done, a neat pile of parts gathered in front of him as the owner of the stall steps forward.

Before you can offer he’s shaking his head, “I got this, you can’t pay for everything.”

You shrug, hands dropping from your bag. He’s gathering his things and you’re just standing there, debating your next move.

He’s not grumpy, but he’s guarded. But he hasn’t chased you away or dismissed you yet, and although he seems to edit his answers, he does give them.

“Can I walk with you back to your ship?” You summon your courage to ask, “You’re at the northern hanger right?”

You phrase this as a guess - as if you didn’t know, as if you hadn’t been watching him land.

He’s clearly done with shopping, but you’re not ready to leave him yet. The only other person that talks to you regularly is your brother, and he’s been too busy to spend much time with you these past few days. Even his edited answers are a welcome break in your stir-crazy mind.

“Are you sure that’s a smart question?” He counters, but he pauses, turning to face you. “Isn’t it dangerous, walking that far out of the city this late?”

“No, the hangar is close to where I live. And aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be honorable?”

“Some are.” He allows.

“Are you?”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, before he slowly nods his head.

You huff, “Then how can I be in danger if I’m walking with the most dangerous man in the city?”

He makes a noise, a low hum that almost sounds amused. But then he nods, a short jerk of his head, “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let him lead the way, weaving through the mostly-empty streets as the sun sets. The stalls are closing up, only the taverns and inns staying open at night. By now, your questions are used up, and you can’t think of anything else to ask.

He actually asked you a few questions as well while the two of you walked. If you really live near the hanger, what you were doing in town, but you answered just as vaguely as he did.

The walk, which usually seemed to take forever, seems to be done in just mere minutes. You follow him in, walking over to the large ship near the front.

You hadn’t been on a ship before, and your eyes swept over it greedily for a moment before you realize the Mandalorian was looking at you.

Well, this was it.

“It was nice meeting you, Mandalorian.” You smile, your hands twisting behind you back as you rock on your heels.

“You as well.” His head dips, just a fraction, “Hurry home now, little bird.”

Your heart pounds, eyes trying to soak up as much as you can before you’re turning, feet taking you back towards the pathway. You tell yourself not to look back, but before you step out of the hanger you risk one last glance.

He’s still standing there, gloved hand resting on the smooth side of his ship, body still as stone.

Your head snaps forward again, a flush staining your cheeks as you step back onto the worn dirt road. Looking straight ahead, you don’t look back again as you make your way towards the side of the castle.

When you get back to your room, you change into your sleeping clothes before sliding under the covers. Pulling your favorite book from the stack by your bed, you settle in to read the current chapter.

Despite your efforts, the words twist and blur in front of you, eyes unfocusing as you think about the stranger, the Mandalorian, that was for some reason in your city.

The smooth baritone of his voice, his easy grace when moving. How dangerous he probably was, but how kind he had been to you. He was interesting, the most interesting person you had ever met, even though he had barely told you anything about him.

A long while had passed before you noticed you were looking at the top of the page, still stuck on the first line. Shaking your head, you force those other thoughts out of your mind.

You’re never going to see him again, anyways. Better not to dwell on it.

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References: Hapuntep - From Star Wars Legends, was a planet ruled by a monarchy Indupar - a Mid Rim world in Ado sector. It was the capital of the Induparan Crown Worlds. It was ruled by the Induparan Monarchy and House Indupar. Ec Pand - was a Mid Rim world that was located within the Ado sector, and was one of the Induparan Crown Worlds. Borotavi Syndrome - was a fatal disease caused by eating a deadly shellfish

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One Hell of a Bargain

Summary: Din Darin is a bounty hunter of souls and was tasked of bringing you in...well cold. Something happens where two make a bargain. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this bargain would have serious consequences, dragging you into Din's world deeper than you imagined

Warning: Slight Boba x Din, mentions of death and description of car crash victims, nsfw in further chapters 😘

Hello everyone, so I came up with this idea with @ahoeformando along with some sexy professor Boba stories. This is super AU so please be nice. This has been sitting in my draft folder for two days cause I was so nervous 😂. Let me know what you think!

“Din, I have a new job for you,” Boba purred as he stroked, Din’s hair. Why he decided to keep his messy locks was beyond him. Din groaned and buried his face in his chest, acting as if he didn’t hear him.

“Don’t I do enough keeping the foundlings at bay and training the new warriors?”

Boba laughed, “You do, but her highness has personally requested you for this hunt. She is worried you are getting rusty.”

“I’ll show her rusty,” he mumbled as he rolled over onto his back next to Boba, “Fine.”

“I should warn you that things have changed quite a bit since you were last up there,”

“It’s only been 75 years, how much could have really changed?”

“You’d be surprised. Somehow these mortals have become more advanced and even more efficient in getting themselves killed. You might learn a new thing or two.”

Din sat up, removing himself from Boba’s warmth. He lazily put his pants back on and buttoned up his shirt. Running his hand through his locks, he looked over to Boba. He looked slightly older than Din; not that age meant anything to them. His wide frame took over most of the bed that he had shared with him. He was currently, casually leaning against the headboard, the sheets thrown lazily at his waist which left little room for imagination.

“Aren’t you coming, too?”

“I am not needed, it is just you, little one.”

“For someone who is so well respected with our queen, you really are lazy.”

“It is because I am so respected that I can be lazy,” Boba teased, “If you stick around with me, maybe you too can be so lucky.”

Din chuckled as he bent down to Boba, “Why do you think I really keep coming to see you?” planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Boba lightly smacked him, but didn’t pull away, “Don’t push your luck to today, kid.”

Din planted one last kiss as he strolled out of Boba’s room, making his way to the main hall to meet with his boss.

*****

“Come on, it is just a little drive it’ll be fun.”

You looked up, nervously chewing your bottom limp. Your boyfriend, Steve, of just over a year nudged your shoulder, “You’ve seen him do it a ton of times. It is perfectly safe.”

You stared at both boys, Steve and Eric. Both in their early twenties, you had just turned 19 and had hit a slight rebellious streak. Your parents hadn’t initially approved of you dating so quickly outside of highschool but you kept up with your marks and extra activities that they deemed it ok.

“Fine, but only for like a minute and then we go get ice cream like you promised.” you playfully pouted as you crossed your arms.

Steve laughed as he ruffled your hair, "Deal,"

You walked over hesitantly to the car. Dawned in an obnoxious yellow, the Subaru logo was blacked out. The interior was stripped to the bare minimum.

"Less weight, easier to corner." Eric had explained to you. He was a rookie track driver and was finding any excuse to talk about his car.

You sighed as you opened the back door, sliding into the back seat and buckled your seat belt immediately.

The two boys sat in front as Eric started the engine. You winced when you heard the exhaust choking slightly, you grimaced when you smelt the fumes wafting in the backseat. Eric has clearly done most of the work himself. You gripped onto the edge of your sit as you all steered out of the parking lot.

It was late in the evening, past rush hour but due to it being a weekend, there were more cars than usual.

“Umm, can’t we just give this a try in an empty parking lot?” you asked nervously, gripping the door handle, not sure what it would do.

Eric grinned at you looking back in the rear view mirror, “Don’t worry, Doll. This is a super light night”

You stifled a scream as he hit a sharp corner, bumping your head slightly on the window.

“Pft, 40 miles, this corner can totally take more.” you heard Eric casually tell you.

You gripped the seat, knuckles turning white. You tried to keep you breathing calm as the car swerved in and out of traffic. The sound of car sirens being deafened by the blood rushing to your head. You noticed another car pulling up beside yours, the same loud roar and the same stupid stickers.

"About time, now the fun can start," cheered your boyfriend.

"What?! You said this was going to be short!"

"Man you were right Steve, she is too uptight. You need to get laid, doll." Eric retorted.

Fear was replaced by anger as you banged on the headrest that your boyfriend was leaning his head on.

"I want out. Now! This isn't fucking funny!" you screamed as the car downshifted and pulled around a corner hard, throwing you back onto the seat.

“Oh shit the cops!” you felt Eric slam on the breaks, hard and the car started to reverse, “I can’t get caught again man, they already have my license,”

“They have your what?!” you yelled, looking frantically for some reassurance from your boyfriend but clearly got none.

You covered your eyes as he started to drive against traffic, begging for them to stop, to let you out, to just let the cops arrest them. You heard the sharp slamming of breaks and loud honks from the other cars as they swerved out of the way.

“Yoh man! Look out, she isn’t moving. Go left, left!”

That was the last thing you heard before your mind went blank.

**********

Din walked down the dimly lit hall. The torches flickered and danced along the reflection of the tiles. It was quiet today, as Din heard the echo of his footsteps. Usually it was bustling with other Mandalorians but as Boba said, it had been busy.

Approaching the large oak doors, Din heard a ‘Come in’ before he could even reach his hand to knock.

Din opened the heavy doors as welcomed to a site of papers thrown everywhere, half finished bottles of some strong wine or another. In the middle of the room stood, his boss, queen whatever title she decided to give herself today. In a previous life she was known as the armourer and was in charge of her guild of other tradeswomen. She was donned in her deep rouge coloured armour and short fur cape.

“Ah, Din Djarin, I was wondering when you were going to grace me with your presence.” she did not look up from her table as she walked around, looking at one form or another.

“I was told you finally have work for me,”

“I’ve always had work for you.” she responded coldly, “You were just always too good for the job.”

Din leaned against the table, arms crossed over his breastplate, “Well I am here now.”

She sighed, discarding some more papers onto the floor, “As you can see, we have been busier than usual. These humans have been doing a bang up job at getting themselves killed. We are only able to train so many recruits to go up and collect them as possible but I wouldn’t have asked you here if you weren’t my last option.”

“I am honored,” Din remarked, paying attention to the creases in his leather gloves more than her.

“Will you just come over here so we can both be done with each other?”

Din turned around, staring at a large hologram that was being projected by the data pad that was under the stacks of papers. In front of Din was a police chase that seemed to involve some tacky looking vehicle.

“Happy to see they finally advanced to faster locomotives,who knows maybe they will even reach our level of technology.”

“Pay attention, this is your target.” she zoomed in on the three individuals in the car.

“The two idiots in the front? Piece of cake, they are pretty much asking for us.”

“No, the girl in the back.” she zoomed in on a young girl, barely out of her teens, gripping the seat. Din noticed that she was screaming, her face red with tears and anger. Din couldn’t hear what was being said but it was clear she didn’t want to be there.

“It should be a simple in and out, bring her back, I have Paz on the other two.”

“You sent Paz?”

“I told you, we are short.”

Din pushed away from the table, “Fine, I’ll go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

Without even a passing glance, Din walked out of the messy room and back into the quiet hallway.

*******

You groaned, opening your eyes slightly as the asphalt ground came into view. You had a dull ache in your head as you sat up, getting your bearings together. You don’t remember what happened after the first crunch of metal hit the car in front of you but you were surprised you were in better shape than you expected.

You stood up, trying to dust the dirt off your pants and by trying, you noticed you couldn’t feel the rough denim of your pants. You also noticed that you didn't feel the solid road beneath your feet but you were clearly still standing on it.

“Ok, calm down, this is probably normal. Like shock or something,” you spoke out loud to yourself.

You called out for Steve and Eric as you walked back towards the crash. How did you end up so far away? You must’ve flown out the window or something and probably had a lucky landing. As you approached the damaged car you got a view of the severity of the accident.

The car was an accordion slammed into an SUV and the back was a heap of mangled metal. The door was completely crushed inwards with no way out. There were other cars around you that were a little rough for ware but it seemed Eric’s car took most of the damage.

“There is someone else back here!” you turned your head to the voice and noticed paramedics and firefighters surrounding the scene.

“Hurry!”

“Hey,” you called out, as you approached the firefighter, “I am fine, there was no one else in the back.” he looked over you grabbing the jaws of life and proceeded to cut the metal.

“Hey! Take care of the others you are wasting your time.”

He continued to ignore you as he had his colleagues help rip off the sliced metal, pulling it away from the car.

“Hey come on! See I told...you.” Once the firemen were out of the way you were given a full view of the back of the car. There was indeed someone in the back, a girl, close to your age. She had her arms over her head but her side was bloodied and torn from the metal that was again her. You couldn’t get a good look at her face as her hair wet with blood was stuck to her cheek.

“Get her out, put her down slowly.”

“No pulse, get a medic!”

“H-hey you,” whispered to one of the firemen, “Is she going to be ok? She was wearing her seatbelt....that saves lives, right?”

“If you haven’t noticed by now they can’t hear you.”

You whipped your head to the voice that was behind you. Before you stood someone in some weird type of armour. Their helmet covered their face entirely and you were greeted with a black T where their eyes probably were. His cape, or what assumed was a cape was dancing strangely in the wind. Looking closer it looked more like smokey shadows than actual fabric.

“Why...why not?” you croaked, seemingly losing your voice all of a sudden.

The creature sighed, placing a very human gloved hand on their forehead, seemingly annoyed, “They did get dummer, that’s for sure.”

“Excuse me?”

“The girl lying on the ground is you, sweetheart.” the apparition had a deep voice but was also soothing in some creepy way.

“M-m-me? That’s impossible, I am here, so the girl over there,” you turned around to look at the girl again, “...is me.” You stared at yourself as the paramedics were doing chest compressions on you but clearly it was no “use.

“It is time to go, I want to be back before dinner,” at this point you had decided that this thing was male.

“Go where? I am not going anywhere.”

The figure let out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, you seem nice enough so don’t make me angry. You are gone, girl, and I am here to bring you to where you will end up.”

“And where is that?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

“That isn't an answer.” you huffed, hugging your arms over your chest as your body shook, “Are you like some grim reaper or something?”

“You could say that, sure.”

“Where is your scythe?”

“I am obviously not the grim reaper.”

“Then what are you,”

He growled placing his hands on your shoulders, obviously very irritated.

You shivered from the touch, he was freezing, the last bit of light felt like it was draining from you. You could feel his frustration as it seemed like he was trying to consume and control you.

“That isn’t for you to worry about. You will be brought down to our Kingdom and you will be one of ours.”

“So...so I am going to hell?” your vision became blurry, you couldn’t feel the tears but you assumed they were falling. “What was it? Was it sneaking out at night? Trying that joint that one time? I didn’t mean to steal the candy from the corner store when I was six, I just wanted-”

“You aren’t going to hell. The things you silly humans have come up with, I swear.”

You stared at the figure before you, he was a head and a half taller than you, you tried to puff yourself out to not feel so small as you did now.

“Then I am not going,” you decided as you pushed his hands off of you. “You can’t make me,”

“Girl, you don’t want to know the things I can get you to do.”

“I have a name! And since you won’t tell me what I have done or what or who you are. I want to go home, thank you.”

He once again placed his hands on the front of his visor and ran them down his helmet with a groan, “You know you can’t go home. I told you, you are dead.”

“Well change it.”

“What?”

“Fix it. You clearly are some sort of soul thingy person, put me back.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I didn’t do anything-.”

“Anything wrong, yes yes. You think that is all we base you on? You are such simple creatures.

He paced around you and back and forth, clearly trying to wrap his head around what to tell you. He turned to look at you when he heard your sniffle, “W-whatever you want from me….you can have it later.”

“Excuse me?”

“You probably need my soul or something right? Just have it later....please.”

The creature actually laughed at the mere thought that you were trying to bargain with him. He had many reasons in the past, the way others would grovel offering riches, land, knowing very little what awaited them.

You straightened yourself up, “So we have a deal, you let me live and you can have whatever you want from me.”

“I really don’t think you know what you are asking-”

“I don’t care,” you argued, your eyes glaring daggers at him, “I don’t want to die and you can fix it, there has to be something.”

The creature approached you, towering over you, his cape slowly enveloping you and him. It felt oddly warm and relaxing. He looked up and you turned your head to notice there was another one like him walking away with two boys. You couldn’t make them out from this far away.

“Fuck it.” he sighed.

“What?”

“I will help you, this one time.” You smiled excitedly at him. If you weren’t so numb from the shock you probably were crazy enough to hug him.

“But,and this will be a big but, when the time comes, you will come with me.”

You nodded, your vision becoming blurry again. “You will have my soul or whatever.”

“Whatever I want, little one. You have just made a promise with someone that you definitely don’t want to break.”

“Thank you,” you murmured.

The creature sighed and started to walk away from you. You yelled out for him and he turned around.

“How do I um...how do I get back?”

He titled his head towards your direction, “Follow the light!”

“Haha very funny.” you turned around to where your body and there actually was a light glowing around the scene, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” as you ran towards it.

You didn’t notice that the man had stayed to watch you go. Why he gave in so easily to your pleading, this was supposed to be a simple job that he royally fucked up and already knew the paperwork involved.

“Well, fuck.”

*****Ten Years Later*****

You fumbled for the door handle and keys as you giggled at the man who clearly couldn’t keep your eyes off him. The alcohol had fogged your brain and you couldn’t exactly remember his name but he was fun and he was cute. You figured you could ask later.

“C’mon,” he murmured, kissing your neck and licking your ear messily causing you to giggle as you tripped into your apartment. Large text books were thrown across your small living room, empty take out containers lined the coffee table.

"Erm," you giggled sheepishly at the man before you. He clearly didn't care as he was already trying to get your shirt off and pushing you onto your couch. His kisses were messes as his lips reached yours. You inwardly grimaced at the grossness of it all, 'it is it ok,' you assured yourself 'I just need to get laid.'

He sat up to remove his shirt but before he went back to assault your poor lips, he stopped. You looked at his face, he had gone white, the hazy glow from the beers that night gone, you felt him tremble above you.

"Who, the fuck is that?"

"Who is what?" you leaned up and turned around and saw a tall figure with a T shape visor. Black shadows dancing around him.

"I believe you should be leaving." the figure said as he walked towards the two of you.

The guy shoved on you to jump off, knocking the wind from you, "What the fuck-" you groaned, trying to catch your breath. Without even grabbing his shoes or straightening himself up he was out of your apartment.

When you finally took in a deep breath you sat back up on your couch you were faced with the figure sitting on your coffee table. His helmet mere inches from you.

"Did you miss me?"

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