zerake

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about the user: zerake

they/them intp 19

rarely online extremely introverted

—"do i wanna know?"

"if this feeling flows both ways."

didn't graduate from my emo phase.

is this ur fav character? they're dead now

angst - rarely fluff sfw

a dazai kinnie and it explains a lot. ciao

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cw. minor novel spoilers. in which baek saehon plays a game of smash or pass with [name]. a gsgw suggestive fanfic that no one asked for.

baek saehon's remaining eye screams that he'd rather be anywhere but in front of you. he'd rather take on another d grade darkness—even a c grade at this point—rather than play another round of your convoluted game.

be it kim soleum or the same breed of psycho before him, baek saehon can never truly be free. it may be a stretch but he's starting to believe that he is the least insane employee in the unethical capitalist machine called daydream inc.

"section chief lee jaehon. smash or pass?"

he definitely has to be the only normal person here.

"pass."

is that even a question? a comprehensible response is difficult with that man, let alone a whole conversation. why is he even considering this seriously anyway?

it's his turn to ask.

"that psycho kim soleum. smash or pa—"

"smash."

he did not even get to finish. you did not even hesitate.

he would've ask why would you smash that psycho out of everyone but after seeing the look in your eyes, baek saehon's left eye warned him of the possibility of a landmine.

"director ho—"

"pass." he doesn't even want to hear it. he values his life dearly.

his turn to ask. same question. "director ho—"

"smash."

"what—?"

crazy. insane. "what if that man hears you?"

"guess i'll know what does the fox say."

fuck his life. not for the last time, baek saehon wondered why he's even doing this.

"this game is stupid. why am i even humoring you..." baek saehon started, ready to quit by now. another round and he would go crazy.

"but kim soleum-ssi made you choose, right? either i entertain you," you started before a smile that resembles a certain crazy bastard formed on your lips. "or mr. braun will."

at the reminder of the pink bunny key ring that kim soleum always carry, the hair on baek saehon's nape prickled. right. this is surveillance requested by that psycho.

he'd rather play a stupid smash or pass game rather than stay with that doll that is definitely cursed.

"okay, my turn to ask again." you resumed and grinned. "that agent from jisan village. smash or pass?"

"which one?"

"agent bronze."

easy. "pass."

"kidding, the other one actually."

baek saehon pondered the question, reminded of that wimpy excuse of a bureau agent from his cursed hometown. someone who embodies what it means to be a civil servant. a kind person.

he realized that he took a moment too long to reply. "still pass."

he's not insane.

"sounds gay to me."

"shut it. your turn to answer." baek saehon snapped, a petty streak rising within him. "it's been six rounds and you've never said 'pass.' not even once."

you merely shrugged, casual and a bit too shameless. "can't help it. everyone's hot in this company."

"crazy." baek saehon muttered, he already ran out of names of daydream employees he's acquainted with. at this point he'll start mentioning darkness—

baek saehon paused and straightened his posture.

"braun."

"smash."

"are you crazy? you'll fuck a doll?"

"a doll? mr. braun is a refined gentleman and a true entertainer." you retorted much to baek saehon's disgust. from baek saehon's point of view, braun is nothing more than kim soleum's imaginary friend. that or that psycho can actually talk to a cursed doll.

"crazy. i'm done with this game. next thing you'll say you'll also do that security ch—"

"actually—"

[my, my! an entertainer can never let down a fan, especially one as passionate as our dear [name]. it may be unethical but perhaps i can arrange a rendezvous in my dressing room.]

please don't, kim soleum plead in his head once he heard the usual bright tone of his good friend. it sounds like a recipe for catastrophe. he definitely has to make it difficult for that to happen.

[why, friend! no one likes a jealous timmy!]

'it's not like that,' soleum started before he just gave up and sighed. he still has to cool down his cheeks.

tucking braun more securely in his front pocket, soleum glanced at the duo of baek saehon and [name]. he arrived a while ago, just in time to hear his name be mentioned as well as the response that followed after. after that, he decided to make his presence temporarily unknown. as a result, the darkness residing in his pink bunny key ring heard something particularly interesting.

[a darkness and a human! truly a novel concept suitable for a late night drama. perhaps—]

as kim soleum listen to the rambling of an amused braun, a certain concept popped in his mind. back in his original world, he definitely saw certain things on the internet with connection to the darkness exploration records. perhaps it is to no one's surprise but the wiki gets a lot of fanfiction.

with some definitely far from innocent.

soleum sighed once more and finally decided to join the table when other darknesses started to be named in the game of smash or pass.

they made a deal with the devil. and you're the devil

broken and empty—you've never seen a soul more shattered and corroded. the ramshackle prefect had enough of the dorm leaders psychopathic antics. with a circle of candles, some drop of blood and incantations, they made a deal with the devil. and you're the devil.

with a bitter yet appetizing soul on the table, just how should you break these dorm leaders?

1. azul ashengretto, if he was a devil, you'd lock him in the darkest and hottest cavern. he's cunning enough to rival your fellow demons. with a suave tongue and equally sharp mind, he make the most unfair of deals. won't it be amusing to see this shady businessman caught up in an unfair contract? with him on the losing side and a devil holding the leash?

2. vil schoenheit, beautiful he, the pomefiore dorm leader. what he want is an obedient lifeless doll. flexible enough and undeveloped to mold into his idea of perfection. oh, but he molded you too perfectly. too beautifully that his own glory looks dull in contrast. with a lavender haired boy who wants someone dainty to paint brighter his masculinity, a huntsman obsessed with beauty, and someone pretty as snow—just how should this beautiful dorm leader fall into disgrace?

3. what a twisted otaku he is! dwelling in his dark cavern and brewing creepy plans. sitting atop his hoard of the ramshackle prefect's stolen pictures, some obviously taken without consent and intruded the poor soul's privacy. now obsessed, he wants nothing than to make them stay with him. with a little bit of pomegranate, some delusions and weeb obsession, what can possibly go wrong with this hades wannabe? well for starters you're no persephone but a devil who came to haunt idia shroud.

4. oh he desires the crown, to be the top, to be the first. the great lion of the savannah crowned himself king and caged a poor, little prefect. leona kingscholar enjoys his cat and mouse games, his roleplay of a lion and the dove in a gilded cage. the king believes he owns the world, not until the dove bites the hand that feeds it. as the lion spreads his rule of tyranny, a little devil stirs mutiny within golden bars.

5. greedy, greedy, green eyed dragon with his horde of gold and a black casket for his favorite part of the collection— the ramshackle prefect. isolated at the highest floor of a hidden tower, the ramshackle prefect longed for life outside the tower, beyond the claws of a black scaled dragon. now that the prefect is gone, replaced by the devil they summoned, the narrative of the dragon and the princess tale changed its tune. yuu is no longer trapped with malleus draconia. he is trapped with you.

6. off with their heads. off with the head of the pomefiore student who gazed at the prefect for a little too long. off with the head of the diasomnia sophomore that exchanged a smile with them in the hallway. with riddle rosehearts breathing down their neck, heads roll left and right. suffocating. dreadful. bloody. murders committed not by their own heads but with them as the reason. the queen of hearts seems to enjoy his guillotine a little too much, intoxicated by the delusion of love, until it's off with his head.

7. he always get what he wants. not until he suddenly came in possession of a twisted devil. kalim al-asim owns a genie, or so he believes. one in the form of the magicless prefect. it's almost wonderful how they can grant anything he wishes for. he asks them to jump and they ask how high. he asks them to dance with sharp blades and they ask for the music. kalim enjoys his genie, not until his sweet little lamp-dweller started to twist his words.

author's note(s): saw this in my drafts. lemme know if you want to see any of these as an actual fic. in essence, it's about how yuu made a deal with the devil. the devil basically took yuu's soul and replaced them. simple manhwa logic lmao.

a maliksi x reader fanfic

tag(s): tagalog, possibly ooc maliksi, indecisive maliksi. angst if you squint. just a tiny, tinyy drop of yearning.

ang taong mapagbigay, maraming maibibigay. hindi tao si maliksi.

at malayo ang ginto ng mga dulo ng kaniyang daliri sa dampi ng balat ng tao. hindi malalasahan sa lapad ng kaniyang dila ang bilang na taon ng mga mortal. kung may maliligaw na labi sa kaniyang matalas na dila, sasalubungin ito ng pamamanhid, insulto, at lumáy.

alam ni maliksi na walang mapapala ang mga kamay na nais lumusot sa pagitan ng kaniyang mga daliri, hinihiling na mga puwang na lamang ito ng kaniyang tadyang. walang labi na maliligaw sa kaniyang balat ang makakahanap ng pulsong tumitibok.

hindi mapagbigay si maliksi. alam niya 'yon.

"pwedeng bibingka naman? please? pleaseee?"

dapat alam mo iyon.

dumapo ang mga mata ni maliksi sa pamilyar na bangketa. iniinin ang bibingka sa palayok na may dahon ng saging samantalang nasa kabilang bahagi ng lamesa ang kutsinta.

ilang beses ka na niyang dinala sa tindera ng kakanin ilang metro lamang ang layo sa siyudad ng biringan. tumi-tyempo na iilan lang ang mga tao upang makabili ng kaniyang paborito.

walang espesyal na rason kung bakit ikaw ang lagi niyang dinadala. wala. ang alam lang ni maliksi ay dahil ikaw ang nandyan, ikaw ang magaling mangbola ng tindera. kung may isasama man siya sa mga binibini sa pagbili ng merienda, ikaw na lang.

walang espesyal na dahilan.

kutsinta lang ang espesyal.

kung kaya naman dinukot ni maliksi ang pitaka niya sa iyong kamay at kumuha ng isang daan bago ito iabot sa tindera.

"kutsinta. 100 pesos, pabalot na lang."

hindi naman tanga o bulag si maliksi upang hindi mapansin ang paghaba ng iyong nguso. ang iyong panghihinayang at pagtingin sa mainit na bibingka.

hindi rin tanga si maliksi para hindi malaman na paborito mo ang bibingka. na iyon ang iyong inuuna sa mga pasalubong ng kaniyang kuya para sa mga binibini.

kabisado ni maliksi ang gusto mo. na mas pipiliin mo ang bibingka sa kutsinta.

kung kaya naman minsan napapaisip ang tamawo kung bakit patuloy ka pa ring nasama sa kaniyang lumabas ng biringan kung alam mo namang hindi ka niya pagbibigyan.

na mas pipiliin niyang unahin ang sarili niyang merienda, kutsinta imbes na ang paborito mong bibingka.

"hawakan mo." kaswal na utos ni maliksi at inabot ang isang supot ng kutsinta. wala mang lang ni isang bibingka.

sinunod mo ang kaniyang mga salita na may halong pagdadabog. at walang reklamo na lumabas sa bibig ni maliksi nang kumuha ka ng kusinta sa plastik.

may binubulong ka. tungkol sa lagi na lang kutsinta at malapit na kayong maging kahel kakakain nito. nabanggit din ng iyong mga labi si cynthia villar, na para bang unti na lang magiging tagapatag na kayo ng mga bukid sa sobrang pagkain ng kahel na kutsinta.

hindi alam ni maliksi kung iirap o bubuntong hininga.

ngunit imbes na gawin ang dalawa, muli niyang liningon ang bangketa. tinuon ang atensyon sa umuusok na palayok ng bibingka bago muling napatingin sa likod mong papalayo.

minsan, sa mga sandaling nasa iisang bangketa ang kahel ng kutsinta at usok ng bibingka, napapaisip si maliksi.

kung ano ang iyong magiging reaksyon sakaling bibingka imbes na kutsinta ang kaniyang bilhin. kung sakaling bumalik siya ngayon sa bangketa at abutan ng singkwenta ang tindera para sa isang bibingka.

ngunit hindi bumalik si maliksi sa bangketa. hindi ngayong araw.

sinundan niya lamang ang iyong pigurang pauwi sa biringan at inalalang ang taong mapagbigay, maraming maibibigay. hindi tao at lalong hindi mapagbigay si maliksi.

hindi ka niya kayang ibili ng bibingka. hindi handang iabot ang isang supot ng bibingka at kahit isang araw ay merienda mo lang ang bilhin imbes na kutsinta.

hindi mapagbigay si maliksi.

at habang kasabay ka niyang lumakad pauwi ng biringan, isang supot ng kutsinta sa pagitan niyong dalawa, napagtanto ng tamawo:

na maaaring hindi mapagbigay ang tamawong si maliksi, sapagkat wala siyang kayang ibigay. na gustuhin niya mang ihandog ang sarili sa'yo—at marahil isang supot ng bibingka—ay hindi niya magagawa sapagkat ano pa ba ang natitira sa tamawong si maliksi?

hindi mapagbigay si maliksi. alam mo iyon. alam niya iyon.

author's note(s): idk if this mini fanfic makes any sense. the last quote was supposed to go sumth like “what is left of him to give?” or sumth about there is nothing good in me that i can present to you. sumth sumth. anw it's been a year or so since i last interacted with the fandom. i bring food. nom nom.

maliksi belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz. do check out their marvelous blog.