HELLO MAJNUN

HELLO MAJNUN

i miss the buzz wrathemilia gave me i think its time for a kotc re-read‼️

u guys have been getting violent delights before ur violent ends ??

SQUID GAME SPOILERS///

the person who wrote the script for episode 6 better start counting their fucking days.

Solace in Sickness

A completely self-indulgent fic that is set around chapter 4 of Kingdom of the Cursed, featuring angsty Wrath staying by Emilia's side as she recovers from hypothermia.

This fic is courtesy of the above GIF I saw a while back, and my beloathed frenemy Saarah @ghostiewriter who reblogged that post and added one single line that fueled my obsession through the tank:

“I won’t let you die, witch, I’ve waited too long for you”

Now, how the hell was I supposed to see that and just leave it be? 🤡

As always, feedback is very much welcome! Actually, it's more than welcome, considering how this was all a bitch did with her Sunday, so please feel free to feed my hunger for validation lol.

I hope you all enjoy this! ❤

After hours of thrashing in the cocoon of blankets he'd nestled her into, Emilia had been sleeping soundly for the last few minutes. If the moments of stillness between moving through various levels of consciousness could be called "sleeping". Wrath still lay with his arms wrapped around her, watching for any signs of discomfort and creeping even closer whenever he felt one of her occasional shivers and running his hands down her hair until it passed.

Holding her, his mind once again turned over her words. She'd said she wanted to be his friend. His friend. The idea was laughable, especially once he ventured to imagine what she would say or do when he ultimately had to reveal that they were still betrothed. He had yet to come up with a way to tell her that would not end in bloodshed for both of them. With all the tonics she was on and her dwindling consciousness, he also doubted she'd taken in anything he had told her following her confession.

As if somehow aware she was in his thoughts, her eyes fluttered open and, just like she had every time she had awoken in the past few hours, she stared at him in her own strange way. One that made him feel like despite the dazed look in her eyes, she could see past all his defenses and right into his soul. For some reason, it didn't unsettle him as it should have.

Her voice was a low, raspy sound when she spoke. "Why can't I understand you? You take my soul and then you stand by my side through Hell. You act like my existence is the bane of yours, but refuse to let me die. Every time I think I could be starting to figure you out, you become more of a puzzle."

He had a feeling this was going on a route neither of them would have liked, had they both been lucid. "Emilia-"

"No, let me speak, demon. I don't think I will remember this and it's better that way. It's the only way I'll be able to say what I want. So, for once, listen. Do you wish to kill me or kiss me? Burn me alive or wrap me in an embrace fierce enough to make death itself turn away? Put a dagger in my heart or steal it for yourself? I don't know anything about you and that means I can't trust you, no matter how much I ache for one ally in this twisted path I am walking. I can't trust you and it makes me hate you enough to set me on fire."

Yet even as she said that, she sidled closer to him and buried her face against his chest. Some distant part of his mind wondered what curses she'd throw at her own name if she could see herself right now. 

But as much as he would have liked to offer some explanation, or even the slightest bit of comfort, this wasn't a conversation they should be having in her current state of disorientation. Not to mention he could think of nothing that he could say as an answer without laying himself bare, and he needed some semblance of trust between them to even dare to try that. So instead, he just slipped his hand back into her hair, and said, "You could certainly use some fire right now, witch."

She mumbled her begrudging agreement against his skin and went back to sleep with a sigh.

~

Somewhere in her disconcerted brain, Emilia knew she had said things she had sworn to keep under a lock and never speak out loud. And definitely not to him. Not when he was the reason she was such a mess anyway. But she couldn't bring herself to care, not now, not when she knew this ghost of a memory would be long gone the next time she opened her eyes, and not when she felt the warmth from Wrath surrounding her like mist. So she damned all rationality and,  feeling safer than she ever had in the arms of the enemy she most loathed, let herself sink into blissful darkness.

~

Wrath did not know how many hours had passed by the time Emilia had returned to normal temperature and he had left her side to get dressed. Something told him she wouldn't be all that pleased to be tangled up naked with him once she was back to her usual self. And as much as he would love to see her burst into a mixture of ire and mortification, he didn't particularly feel like being kicked off the bed. He should have been out of the room already, but he had selfishly wanted to draw out the minutes and stay cuddled up with her for a bit longer. She would likely sleep for the rest of the day, more than enough time for him to make some final preparations for her stay.

He was halfway across the room when he turned back. He didn't know what compelled him to walk back to her bedside, to kneel on the ground and take her hand between both of his. He looked at her face, peaceful for once in her deep sleep. Perhaps it was because he knew she wasn't listening that he found it in him to start speaking, voice barely a whisper. 

"You asked me whether you would like your husband, and while you seem to be determined to detest me until the end of time, I dearly hope that would someday change. That you might one day feel the fire of something other than hate when you think of me. Until then, I am content with whatever kind of companionship you offer me. And as for wanting to kill or kiss you, I would say it's quite obvious after all this time that I refuse to lose you to death. Not again. Death will have to find entirely new methods to ever take you from me. I won’t let you die, witch. I’ve waited too long for you. So whatever you do, Emilia, survive. That is all I ask of you."

He pressed a lingering kiss on her temple, hoping- foolishly, maybe- that it would reach her even though just words didn't. With that, he got up and walked out of the room, getting a final look at her right before he shut the door. 

~~~

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Does your mind ever go... ✨ Wrath, with his golden snake tattoo, wearing gold rings? ✨

...Just send me to Hell already.