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arcade
—duncan laurence

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『 CURSED | ANGST/SMUT 』
william vangeance x female! reader
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i had to change somethings
from the requests :(

warning: sexual themes ahead!
mentions of death and harm

italics: thoughts or pasts
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His fingers roamed over the tip of her skin. The delicate, gentle affection bloomed and set waves of fire hollering towards her. He felt hazy, it felt surreal.

He looked up to see her wonderful, erotic face that she made. Holding back her moan, panting from every impact she made. He looked down to see his shaft, which was indeed enveloped by her tight core.

He held her hips, joining along and thrusting deeper into her as sat above him, pleasuring the both of them. Gulping down his saliva, he felt his cock deeming and nearing his release.

"W-Will—" She shouted, screaming slightly as he hits her spot repeatedly. The bed creaking every tike the two moved in sync and moulding into one.

He panted, his sweats dripping down slightly, the odor smell wafting towards the two's noses. Its extravagant odor brought her core dripping involuntarily, clearly aroused and honed.

"Baby, you are doing good. You are wonderful as always, (y/n)." He sighed, releasing inside of her, pushing her unto her back, climbing and retaining his dominant spot.

She smiled in return, her wrist suddenly chained and wrapped to the bed headboard. The enticing and exhilarating emotions rounded up to the two.

He gulped back his saliva, pulling away from her core and going down to her level, giving a gentle lick. Earning a wondrous moan, appealing to his ears that brought his shaft tight and erected.

He smirked, "Baby, you light up my world like nobody else." (ok i cackled im sorry) Pushing his tongue unto her trembling and reined core. She occupied herself by playing with his hair, enjoying his wet muscle licking and thrusting inside of her.

"Baby, I wish this was real." She moaned out, pulling his hair, he somehow ignore those words, more of didn't hear them. "I'm going to cum—"

His tongue were colorful, raying like rainbows as it taste like candy to him.

The knot went loose, he claim her love juice with his juicy and wet tongue. Licking them clean before wiping his lips as he observed and watch her face. Her moaning face dawning and arousing to him. But for some reason, he felt saddened.

"You made me this way. You killed me, daddy." She joked, chucking to herself. Pleased by his shaft and cleansed by his tongue, leaving her bundle of nerves red and sensitive.

Her core slowly getting penetrated once again. She laid down, running her fingers through his hair. Touching his scarred face that she unconditionally loves. Smiling before a small frown held over her face.

She peppered his shoulders with her kisses. "Do you love me?"

"I do. I always do." He heavily sighed, astounded and in deep pleasure. Enveloped by her dripping core was such a dream and he cherishes this very moment.

"Then wake up from this dream of yours." She spoke, caressing his cheeks in dismay, panting and catching her breath. The poison dripping down her tone brought a stab of pain on his heart. Pacified.

"Pathetic."

He closed his eyes, hearing those last words coming from her. The nightmare slash heavenly bliss drifting away from him, replaced by the reality.

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Closing his eyes as he felt reality crashing down on him. Slowly opening his eyes to see his room filled with sadness and slum heart. Realizing that it was all just his imagination and fantasies on his head. The nightmares were enough to be called a dreamland that he loves.

Rising from his sleeping state, clutching the covers that held warmth. Scanning through the room, in search of someone. Smiling, he shook his head feeling like a total fool. An unconscious dream is enough to bring fresh, emotional tears to fall.

Bawling his hearts out, he clenches the warm covers, the tears falling out, fresh. The cracking heart was irreversible and nothing can stop the heavy feeling that fell over him like a ton of heavy boxes.

"It's all my fault..." He cried out.

His teeth clattering in the response to his unbottled sorrow. The tears continued on falling as if it was waterfalls. Encumbrance revolting his heavy heart, ready to crash down from the gravity.

His damp cheeks were slowly getting heavy as he too felt the regrets and guilt building up within the core of his heart, where his misery and pain lies. Smiling through the tears, he stood up from the bed walking over to the large mirror nearby.

"I'm a fool..." He spoke out, watching his unsightly face that was unconditionally loved by someone.

He stared over his scarred face filled with sorrow, clearly unable to hide behind the genuine, sparkling smile. He lost way too much and it's all his fault.

"I had everything. I'm a coward, a hindrance, a rotten jerk that doesn't deserve where I am now." He touched his red burnt scar that adorned over his face. The disgust and sadness overpowering within him.

"I ignored the person I love the most, in fear of them hating me."He spoke to himself.

The tears cascading like fresh snow, cold and emptiness crowding inside him. The loss of his important person within his life was enough to bring doom to his purpose of living, but he knew very well that he couldn't end it right away. Especially since he has all the people to care for. Those people that bring happiness and loving comfort to a family that he craves since a child. But still, he felt that emptiness was a downfall for his life.

Watching those bloodshot eyes, how pitiful. "I was dense," William spoke to himself. "I was afraid of what love means and I was afraid of lies."

The pain was overbearing. That bottle full of mixed-up feelings were crashing down, revealing his anger towards himself. At this rate, William was slowly dissipating and drowning on his pool of sorrow and anger.

"I should've trusted you and loved you!"

Shattering of glass roars within the room. The scarlet specks on his knuckles continued to fall and tainted the floor and mirror. The pieces that have fallen to the ground indicates his undying feeling for her. The undying love and tears of gold that he shed just for her.

Placing the blame to himself, he never wanted things to be this way. He felt lonely and slowly perishing along with his dying mental state. "It's my fault!"

"Now, all I can do is live my life in such a regretful state. I can't help but think of you, (y/n)..." He clutches the pained fist of blood, the vengeance that brothed towards himself. How he wanted to kill himself for doing so.

"I should've made you as mine, claim you!" He spoke, falling on his knees. Beginning to pierce and let out trickles of blood by those shards of mirror. "But I was a coward and a fucking dense clown."

Looking over to the small painting of her, grabbing it and caressing her smiling face, slowly tainting with the crimson liquid. "Your death was all my fault..."

"I have dreamt of you so many times..." William smiled over to the painting, affected by her loving smile that hides inside his fantasy dreamland. The one that he recently dreamt of, especially. "Those moments we shared within my fantasies filled with hallucinations that I cherish."

"Those moments I craved to be with you in this reality."

"I want to be with you..." He pondered mindlessly and stared over his wall, not minding the painful and searing pain that grew on his joints. "I want to be with you so bad!"

Smiling to himself, the crowded hate towards himself was visible through his eyes. Waiting to perish and follow her footsteps. "I don't even know if you still love me or not... But I hope you're waiting for me in another life."

Kissing the painting of her face, placing it on the floor beside him. The shattered and piercing glass puncturing through his skin, yet he felt so numb. "Another life that we can love each other and care for each other dearly."

"All those sexual chimaera that you've joked terribly about." He closed his eyes, reminiscing his past and lively memories.

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His wishing girl ran and jumped to his arms. Landing in an 'oof', receiving a small chuckle from her all-time childhood best friend. "Hey, Will~ You know if you can't sleep, you can always sleep with me."

"In what way is that?"

"Sleeping with me can make me get tired easily. I'll make sure of that." She winked towards him, pressing her lips on his ear. He lets out a burst of lively laughter, something he pains to do nowadays.
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"The moments we should've shared in this life." He wished to overcome the boundaries of fate, the ones blocking their reality and current self. The snow slowly turned into the raining fire of pain.

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He imagined the overcoming scenery of the azure horizon. The light puffs of cloud that decorated and covered the ball of shining rays.

Taking a deep breath, the scent of nature wafting into his nose, as he watches the woman with her swollen belly. "You look gorgeous."

She turned and faced him, the halo seething past her face, decorating her face in such a delicate way, expressing her beauty even more. She gave her award-winning grin, "You're prettier than me, hubby~"

Shaking his head in refusal, a smile adorned over the twenty-sixth-year-old man that he wished to be at that moment. Knowing that chimaera won't appear as his delusions wished for. "No way. My wife is stunning."
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"I could've been your prince charming and saved you from that appalling curse." Smiling and reminiscing their moments and past after reading a storybook at the age of eight, the moment where their love bloomed for each other, but yet too afraid to express and reveal.

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"Kiss me, William!" She pushed her face on to his, gaining a smile instead of a flushed face that she wished to see.

Young William laughed at her antiques, pressing his forehead against hers, resulting in her face to glow red in return. "You're not cursed, right? Why should I?"

The young girl pouted, quite sad and disappointed. Puffing her cheeks, her eyes never losing eye contact with him. "Hn. I'm terribly cursed to love you for eternity, Will~"

"I'll kiss you when you're older," William told her. A smile tarnishing on her face, which he longs to see at that very moment.
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Thinking back from those words, he felt exhausted and empty. A promise he made was long forgotten and now relished from the past, paining his heart. 'That never happened, huh?'

"A gentle kiss before your eternal sleep, will not be enough to claim you as mine... will it?"

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Her exhausted figure had fallen into deep grief and yet she faced the main sole reason of her current state. The undying love could never go away. Now, she's left to bits and slowly rotting to death. There's no hope for her cure, which he thought was a deadly sickness.

He spoke out, sitting beside her bed, where she smiled, hiding the pained reasonings. "I-I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. I'm not worth it." She closed her eyes, trying her best not to let out those wet tears. The heavy heart downing, crimson liquid trailing down her nose. He saw this and immediately wiped them with his handkerchief.

Wiping the blood off, he clenched his teeth in refusal, not agreeing to her words. "You're wrong! You're worth millions and mountains of people in this world!"

Those breathtaking words would've been a nice joke and comforting sense. Those have boundaries and she neared them, jumping off of it, not caring to his lovable words that she used to care. Now all she has is an empty, hollowed heart.

"But I'm not worth for a certain someone." She pushed his handkerchief away. Turning to her sides, avoiding his face, holding back the tears from falling. This was her end and she wished for it to last in a good way, not by her arrogant and petty self like a spoiled brat.

He grew disappointed as she turned away, but respecting her privacy, not pushing her to face him. "W-What do you mean?!"

"You." She started whilst biting her thumb and nails, pushing back her tears as hard as she could. "I'm not worth it for you."

He couldn't believe what she just let out, Refusing through her words, pushing back with his comments and beliefs. "What?! I am the one not worth to you! I'm just a cursed man with no love life!"

She ignored his words, still not facing back to him. Hiding her face from the 24-year-old man, the darkness of the midnight sky seen by the opened windows of their base. The moon at its peak, nearing its midnight state.

Her birthday was close, and yet he knew of that. He wished to spend that day together with her. Her bedridden self.

He wanted to lighten up the mood, hoping to change the depressing moment. But things went worse. "I wish we could share our moments." She said.

Following her words,the depression and downfall creeped in as he spoke. "I'm not worth it!"

She lets out those warm tears of despair, exclaiming her thoughts and inner fear of leaving her puppy love. "I want to spend my last moments with you, Will..."

"Why?!" He was scared. The fear of his friend leaving him was unthinkable but yet he knew she's nearing her limits of living. But he didn't know that she was cursed from the start.

The sudden silence rang an alarm over his head, he stood up and took her hand, turning her to face him gently. There he saw, the dark bags and pale face of hers, her eyes closed. She's nearing.

With no response, William pressed his lips on her knuckles, his lips trembling as tears began to cascade down his face. "No, not now. Don't leave me hanging..."

He clutches her fragile figure gently, afraid of her shattering like a broken toy of emptiness. He implied the fault at himself for not trying his hardest to help her. "I'm sorry..."

"I love you." She croaked out, falling into a deep slumber. An eternal sleep.

"(y/n)!!"
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"Please," He cried out to his heart. Whispering his words, afraid of his members from hearing his depressing stateful of madness. "...forgive this poignant clown that doesn't deserve any of your love and affection to begin with."

As he knew the true reason for her death from her parents, he fell into deep depression. Hiding it all by his deadly smile that equals the deadliness of her curse. Blaming himself for her ends and ready to end his. "Your forgiveness and patience is all I need."

...Please.

"Forgive me..., love."

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—arcade, duncan laurence

16/12/20 ☁︎ cursed
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requested.

hey! sorry for the extreme late. im lazy and uncreative.

right. THANKS FOR 20K!!
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now. i need my sleep GOODBYE!