OC Short stories and Fanfictions
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Thread Topic: OC Short stories and Fanfictions
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Part: 1/2
Malice x Dark
Rating: Mature
Type: Fluff, Slightly deep, Deep, Intense
"Mali. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaali. Mali Mali Mali~ Maliceeeeeeeeeee."
The annoying redhead wouldn't stop chirping in his ear. It was so irritable, the way she treated him like a friend. He hated her. He hated her existence. If it wasn't for the others, he would have killed her sorry ass already. But because of them, he hadn't.
Instead, he was stuck sitting on a chair, his hand clenched tightly around a bottle that was about to break. He could feel the bottle starting to crack. At the rate he was going, it'd be his fifth broken bottle that night.
What fun.
"What the hell do you want, you prick?" He hissed at her, glaring from the corner of his eye.
"Attention, that's what~ Give me attention, Mali."
"Go die in a hole."
"You're mean."
"You're annoying."
"You need a life."
"You need to die."
Dark puffed at his last sentence, drawing away from him. Despite the fact that he had almost killed her once, it wasn't like she was going to give up on him. He might hate her, but she couldn't bring herself to do the same back. She knew there was a word for the feelings she had, but-- No. I don't like him like that. I'd know.
She took in a deep breath, marching over to the chair in front of him. She'd stay whether he wanted her to or not. She wasn't going to give up that easy. And if pestering him was the only way to get attention, so be it.
As she sat down in the chair, she reached across from the table and grabbed one of his untouched bottles. She pulled it closer to her, giving him an expression that read "mine".
"Put the f---ing bottle back where you got it from, Dark," Malice released the cracking bottle, standing. "You're too young for that." He tried to swipe it out of her hands, but missed. She dove under the table, shrieking. f--- it all. "Fine, whatever. If you get drunk, it's not my problem. Don't go crying to Darius or Hymn when you have a hangover."
Malice returned to his seat, grabbing his own bottle and chugging it down. He winced as he heard Dark open her own from underneath the table. However, he didn't do anything about it. He just grabbed another bottle and clawed the cap off. He didn't need her, or her stupid nicknames, or her stupid noises. All he needed was this dumb alcohol that tasted like s--- and the peace of finally having his own mind.
As the night went on, Malice started thinking about things. Things such as there's a girl under my table and my head hurts and I want food. But the most important thing was that there was a girl underneath his table. An annoying girl, but never the less, a girl. A girl. He laughed, slamming his head on the table.
"Girls are pretty!" Malice exclaimed at once. "Dark, are you pretty? Get your stupid ass up here so I can see."
At first, he didn't hear a response.
"Did you die? I said for you to get up!" Malice quickly stood, forcing his chair backwards. She wasn't allowed to ignore him. He wouldn't let her. He got down onto his knees, peering at her.
Underneath the table was a very much alive Dark. However, she had her tongue in the bottle, and not much of the drink was gone. She looked like a cat trying to catch a fish while almost falling into the tank. He snorted at her, yanking the bottle out of her mouth. She whined as he grabbed her shirt collar and dragged her out from underneath the table.
"Mali.. It's not working. I.. I can't drink alcohol!" The redhead started bawling, startling the drunken demon.
"You're lying. You must be drunk. But.. Don't stop crying.. I like your tears." He grinned sadistically, pulling her up to his chest. He flipped her around, staring intently at the tears that were running down her face.
"I-I'm not drunkkkkkkkkkkkk, y-you are..! And you're warm.." She sniffled, snuggling into his chest. The act startled him again.
"..Dark?" Malice asked slowly, his eyes locked on her face. "What?" Dark was hesitant to reply. She didn't know what to expect. What would come out of that mouth of his. "You're pretty. But only when you cry. It makes me feel like you're weak and I like weak people. So keep that frown on your fact for me."
She was extremely confused by the time he finished his sentence. But not because he wanted her to cry. Me, pretty..? He's lying. The redhead looked at him, confusion showing deep within her hazel-colored eyes.
Malice, however, didn't notice. He was too busy admiring the beautiful shining tears falling down her face.
"You know, there's something else I like more than tears.. But let's try some wine first, shall we?"
He stood up, pulling Dark up with him. He lead her to a bigger table, where there was a couple of dirty dishes lying around. He shoved them off, shoving her down onto a seat. He walked to the fridge, pulling out a single bottle of wine. It looked expensive. She wondered why Malice would even have such a thing, but it didn't matter. She watched him pour some into two glasses before walking back over.
After he thrust a glass into her hands, he started to speak. "We got off on the wrong start today. I don't want such a pretty face to go die in a hole."
"Thanks, I guess," She grumbled. He ignored her and continued on.
"In fact, I have a question. Are you a virgin?"
"Mali, that's a stupid question."
"Answer it or I'll make you want to cry again."
"..Maybe?"
"Good enough. Will you allow me to do your hair for you when we're finished here?"
"I guess."
"Good." -
literally blushing my face is so stupid nyan but please don't make my Malice a rapist that's a pack taboo
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....*is now scared of who im going to be paired with*
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Malice isn't a rapist
That won't happen
No
something worse
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((Alright.))
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