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Crowley had been busy. He'd had a rather dastardly idea and with a bit of proper nudging of 'influencers' (whatever those were) and a quick trip to Reddit, he had a new viral sensation. It was sort of like the ice bucket challenge, except it didn't benefit any charities and instead involved putting hot sauce up the nose. It worried parents, caused a bit of harmless mayhem, and most of all...it tarnished the souls of all those who laughed at idiots' misfortunes.

Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.

He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.

"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.

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"And risk exposing myself," Fin pointed out.

"Oh, please. What right minded rapist is going to accuse their victim of shriveling their johnson into a raisin?" Crowley snorted. "None of them."

"It's not just one bloke. They're all connected," Fin said quietly. "You really think I haven't played out every possible scenario in my head already?"

Crowley was well aware of the networks and webs. Humans, as he'd tried to tell the Home Office, could be so unbelievably Evil there really was no need for an agent of Hell to walk around. He hadn't stressed it too hard, though, because he hadn't wanted to be called back. Human Evil aside, he rather liked it on Earth.

And then Crowley had a very wicked, very nasty, very despicable idea.

"I could do it for you," he said. "What would it be worth to you, having all of them taken care of, leaving you free to work as you please?"

"I'm not making a deal with you. I don't even like letting people make deals with me. I know the harm my deals can do, so I dread to think what yours might lead to," the fae replied.

"What if it wasn't a deal, per se? What if it was a favor? Quid pro quo and all that. I do a thing for you, you do a thing for me. Simple as that. Easy peasy. And nothing untoward or distasteful...I can do those sorts of things on my own, thank you very much," he replied smoothly.

"I suppose it would depend on what you wanted in return," Fin shrugged. "What is it you need?"

"I need to know what Love is," he replied simply. "You seem like you might know a thing or two."

Fin nearly made a joke there, something along the lines of 'you want me to show you?' However, the demon seemed quite serious.

"I suppose I do," he replied, "But I'm not sure how I can help."

"I'm sure if you let me pick your brain I glean something useful. At least, that's my hope," he replied.

Fin seemed unsure, but after a beat shrugged. "I guess," he agreed.

"Excellent!" Crowley declared, smiling wide. It was not a wholly welcoming smile, though it wasn't entirely sinister. "Now all I need to know is who you'd like me to visit first."

"I think you should tell me what you intend to do, exactly, first," Fin countered cautiously.

"Just have a conversation, dear boy. I can be quite convincing when I try. I may make a suggestion or two. In the best interest of everyone, that sort of thing. Don't worry, it's not as if I'll hurt anyone," Crowley replied.

Fin seemed unsure, but after a moment reached into his bedside table to retrieve his wallet and pull out a business card. It was printed on heavy stock, with metallic embossed text and a velvety texture, and Fin turned it over in his hand several times before holding it out in offering.

He wasn't sure he believed that the demon could somehow make it all better- That Crowley could scare the devil that kept him hungry and meek. ...But for a moment he couldn't help but hope there might be a way out of this nightmare. Because if he just stopped, well then Fin could start eating again, right? He'd just wake up better. ...Right?

Crowley took the card, read it over, then tucked it into his jacket pocket.

"I'd think that by the end of the week this should all come to a screeching halt," he said.

"I suppose I'll believe it when it happens," he said softly.

"Miracles happen more often than you think," Crowley told him. "I'll make good on my end and you can have a week to prepare. Notes. Slides. Diagrams. Whatever you think will help me learn."

"I'm thinking chick flicks and popcorn, but sure, I'll have my PA put together a power point too," the fae quipped.

"I've seen enough rom-coms," he replied. "They were less than helpful."

He was dreadfully serious about this whole arrangement.

"Seeing them and understanding them aren't the same thing," Fin pointed out. "You need to surround yourself with love. Immerse yourself."

The fae paused, then got to his feet, wandering to his bookshelf and pulling down a book of photography. It was one of his favourites, just a collection of pictures of couples, young and old, of all races and sexualities. Some erotic, some innocent, but all catching that look in the eyes of a being in love.

"You should borrow this- But I want it back," he added with a smile. "I love this book."

Crowley took it and held it reverently. The look on Fin's face as he'd looked at the book spoke volumes. Something special lay within.

"Fine, movies and popcorn and full immersion," he agreed. Then he added softly, "I'll bring it back. I know how important books can be."

"Thank you," the fae said, moving to sit down again with a small smile.

Crowley was quiet a moment, sitting in thought.

"Now...you're an actor. How do you play a role of someone in love? Do you actually fall in love for a short time? Or is it all pantomime?" he asked, devilishly curious about how that worked.

"I suppose, in a way, I do fall in love a little. I get lost in the emotions of the person I'm playing," Fin admitted. "I transform for a while, but I try not to let myself linger in the part too long."