Our Own Fantasy

TCF: Your Last (Part 1)

[Cale Henituse x Fem Reader (establishing)]

Genre: slight angst + fluff

TW: death, self harm, bleeding

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"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

You rolled your eyes. You have no energy to deal with any of this bullsh*t.

"Let's get this over."

You stated but the guards behind you shoved you down on the ground.

"Move! Don't speak, witch. No one wants to hear your voice."

"Yeah, yeah."

It seemed like the guards got triggered by your nonchalance; he kicked your gut repeatedly. You coughed out blood after that and glared at him. He just gave you an ugly smirk.

The guards pulled you up again, even when you were in pain, before they put your head under the guillotine.

'Ah, finally. I could die.'

After this, you won't be seeing this world again. Thankfully. This world is the worst world you have been living in.

You don't want to wait until 20 years old because it is too long; another 3 years of suffering in this world is not worth it. So, let's just die now.

"Die! Die!"

You smiled at the chanting of the citizens below. You wanted to laugh. Oh yeah, trust the saintess bit*h and their world is doomed to fall. You didn't care at all. What you want is to die right here, right now.

This is not your original world after all. Why would you care?

"The execution will begin!"

The announcer started. The chanting didn't stop and you just enjoyed your final moment.

"Any last words?"

You opened your eyes and looked at everyone. At the front, you could see the bit*h smiling behind her hands.

You smirked and winked.

"May you live in hell."

The sound of the guillotine resounded after the abrupt exclamation of yours, sending a pit of wrath towards all.

Your head was separated from your body, leaving a mess of blood on the wooden platform. The cheers resonated around after your death and you could say this is what you wish for.

You wished to open your eyes in a new world, and a new body.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

But you hear something similar. What deja vu is this?

"Huh?"

You opened your eyes to see the same surroundings a few minutes before your death.

"Move!"

You were in disarray. You are supposed to be dead, right? So what is this? Are you dreaming of dying a few minutes ago? Is that just an illusion?

You feel the same texture of guillotine on your neck.

"Any last words?"

You blinked but you shrugged afterwards. Eh, you must be daydreaming just now.