So, ok, this is quite a lote gore-y so please don't read it if it's a trigger for you or something like it. I don't know how to put things under a cut here so, yeah. Also, it's the first time for me writing something in a looong time, so yeah, it is probably horrible. Nep is also quite OOC but uhm it was an au and yeeah, after reading gore this is all I could think about (plus, I love these things, I am sorry) I really hope this is ok so, uhm, yeah, enough talking.
She managed to climb over him, a big grin on her face while she gently caressed his neck with the blade of a knife.
He was scared, incredibly scared, she could see that from the way he looked at her, his eyes almost shining because of the tears he was not able to cry, his mouth kept on moving underneath the cloth she used to tie him up.
She couldn’t help but think he was so purretty, using one of her puns even inside her head, he was so purretty and hers, only hers.
She leaned down, kissing the black-haired guy’s forehead before biting softly his left ear.
He shivered, vainly trying to say something.
Karkat was one of the few people who had always been gentle to Nepeta, he never made fun of her, the way she always drew during lessons, neither he did of the blue, cat-eared hat she always wore.
Yes, of course he was a bit grumpy, and maybe not perfect in many ways, but he was perfect to her, and that’s what was important.
She loved the way he walked, the way he looked with his dark school uniform on, the way he looked away with an annoyed look on his face whenever their eyes met, the way his hair fell onto his forehead, she even loved the way his mouth moved whenever he swore, something that happened quite often.
She loved him, that was all, but she knew there was just one way for them to be together forever.
And that’s what she would do, no matter what.
She regained consciousness from her daydreaming and glanced at him, still smiling.
She had drugged him and tied him down on an old, consumed couch in her basement: all these years running around chasing wild cats and playing with them had made her pretty strong, there was no doubt in that.
And now there he was, probably begging her to let him free in his mind, tears began streaming down his cheeks, slowly soaking the couch.
“Don’t worry, Karkitty,” she purred in a soft voice, pressing her body against him, her lips onto the cloth that covered his mouth “You’ll be happy soon”
He shook with fright, but she held his shoulders firmly, digging her fingers deep into his flesh: a streak of blood began to drip onto his uniform.
She smiled again, this time she put the knife right in front of the guy’s eyes, that were instantly drown in tears.
He began shaking his head but she held it, pressing his cheeks with the fingers of her free hand. Then, she proceeded to slowly lean the knife onto his throat. “Goodbye, Karkitty” she whispered, his eyes completely soaked, and then she pressed.
Blood began to come out, and she saw her uniform slowly getting red; he hated this colour, she said to herself while still looking at him, like hypnotized.
She pressed a hand onto his chest, where his heart was: it was still pulsing, and even though she could wait a bit more for him to die due of the blood loss, she didn’t have much patience in this circumstance.
She stabbed him multiple times on the right side of his chest, she didn’t want to ruin his precious heart, the blood began to flow out, even more profusely than before and, finally, his heart stopped.
Nepeta proceed to hug the corpse really thigh, it was still warm and, through the wounds, she could still see the boy she had loved so much.
She slowly closed his eyes- his beautiful, beautiful eyes, still open in horror, maybe begging for freedom - and then took away the cloth from his mouth, enclosing his now dead lips in a soft kiss.
She had waited for this moment for, oh, so long.
Now, she had just one thing left to do.
She cleaned the blade on her skirt, which was still stainless, and then pressed it onto his chest, onto his heart.
She pressed it and carved it, slowly and steady: she absolutely mustn’t ruin his precious heart.
She was strangely calm, breathing softly while she broke his bones and then put her hand inside his chest, removing the heart with a sigh of relief and pride.
Now, he was hers and she was his, she thought while giving a gentle kiss on the organ of his dead lover, and nobody would be able to divide them anymore.
FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3FEFERI
I don't know how to put things under a cut here so, yeah.
Also, it's the first time for me writing something in a looong time, so yeah, it is probably horrible.
Nep is also quite OOC but uhm it was an au and yeeah, after reading gore this is all I could think about (plus, I love these things, I am sorry)
I really hope this is ok so, uhm, yeah, enough talking.
She managed to climb over him, a big grin on her face while she gently caressed his neck with the blade of a knife.
He was scared, incredibly scared, she could see that from the way he looked at her, his eyes almost shining because of the tears he was not able to cry, his mouth kept on moving underneath the cloth she used to tie him up.
She couldn’t help but think he was so purretty, using one of her puns even inside her head, he was so purretty and hers, only hers.
She leaned down, kissing the black-haired guy’s forehead before biting softly his left ear.
He shivered, vainly trying to say something.
Karkat was one of the few people who had always been gentle to Nepeta, he never made fun of her, the way she always drew during lessons, neither he did of the blue, cat-eared hat she always wore.
Yes, of course he was a bit grumpy, and maybe not perfect in many ways, but he was perfect to her, and that’s what was important.
She loved the way he walked, the way he looked with his dark school uniform on, the way he looked away with an annoyed look on his face whenever their eyes met, the way his hair fell onto his forehead, she even loved the way his mouth moved whenever he swore, something that happened quite often.
She loved him, that was all, but she knew there was just one way for them to be together forever.
And that’s what she would do, no matter what.
She regained consciousness from her daydreaming and glanced at him, still smiling.
She had drugged him and tied him down on an old, consumed couch in her basement: all these years running around chasing wild cats and playing with them had made her pretty strong, there was no doubt in that.
And now there he was, probably begging her to let him free in his mind, tears began streaming down his cheeks, slowly soaking the couch.
“Don’t worry, Karkitty,” she purred in a soft voice, pressing her body against him, her lips onto the cloth that covered his mouth “You’ll be happy soon”
He shook with fright, but she held his shoulders firmly, digging her fingers deep into his flesh: a streak of blood began to drip onto his uniform.
She smiled again, this time she put the knife right in front of the guy’s eyes, that were instantly drown in tears.
He began shaking his head but she held it, pressing his cheeks with the fingers of her free hand. Then, she proceeded to slowly lean the knife onto his throat.
“Goodbye, Karkitty” she whispered, his eyes completely soaked, and then she pressed.
Blood began to come out, and she saw her uniform slowly getting red; he hated this colour, she said to herself while still looking at him, like hypnotized.
She pressed a hand onto his chest, where his heart was: it was still pulsing, and even though she could wait a bit more for him to die due of the blood loss, she didn’t have much patience in this circumstance.
She stabbed him multiple times on the right side of his chest, she didn’t want to ruin his precious heart, the blood began to flow out, even more profusely than before and, finally, his heart stopped.
Nepeta proceed to hug the corpse really thigh, it was still warm and, through the wounds, she could still see the boy she had loved so much.
She slowly closed his eyes- his beautiful, beautiful eyes, still open in horror, maybe begging for freedom - and then took away the cloth from his mouth, enclosing his now dead lips in a soft kiss.
She had waited for this moment for, oh, so long.
Now, she had just one thing left to do.
She cleaned the blade on her skirt, which was still stainless, and then pressed it onto his chest, onto his heart.
She pressed it and carved it, slowly and steady: she absolutely mustn’t ruin his precious heart.
She was strangely calm, breathing softly while she broke his bones and then put her hand inside his chest, removing the heart with a sigh of relief and pride.
Now, he was hers and she was his, she thought while giving a gentle kiss on the organ of his dead lover, and nobody would be able to divide them anymore.