the blood oathchapter fourteen
trigger warning! mentions of blood and blades
Y/N LAY on miles' chest, so many images of different deaths flashed through her vision. miss jessel's decaying body floating so peacefully within the river. quint's broken, toothless smile as his brains spilled over himself. she thought of miles' parents and perhaps they also burned on that fiery crash with smiles. why couldn't she be as happy as the dead.
miles ran his fingers through her silky hair, he kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer and breathing in her scent. she closed her eyes cuddling into him even more. her hair was still wet, it smelled of miles' blue shampoo. she was wearing one of his hoodies, it was worn out and much too big for her figure. yet she soaked in his scent feeling the warmth from the sweater and his embrace. "do you love me?" miles suddenly asked, whispering softly. "of course i love you" she replied without hesitation. "how much do you love me?" he turned to face her. their eyes lost in each other's. their lips so close she felt his breath tickle her nose and her stomach flutter.
"i love you so much that i'd do anything for you, you mean everything to me, you are everything." she replied with so much certainity is stunned him. though his lips curled into a devious smirk. "and i to you" he whispered into her ear, she felt a whirlwind of butterflies swirl within her stomach.
he kissed her lips repeatedly making her giggle yet cherish each of his soft kisses. "we should take an oath" he suggested. "an oath?" she repeated her head cocked to the side with confusion. "an oath!" he got up running to get a blade from his drawer. "we mustn' live without each other if one of us is to die the other must too. we must be devoted to each other entirely and completely. we must devote ourselves to each other. we must cherish the floor the other walks upon." miles walked closer and closer until he was right in front of the small girl. his smile was demonic and frighting though the thought of miles being completely devoted to y/n made her head spin with delight.
"do you agree doll?" he asked holding the blade between them. "i agree completely, i want to devote myself to you i'd do anything for you, i would never be able to live without you!" she cried, her face so close to his, she raised her voice just to show her certainty. "cut my hand" miles ordered handing the blade to her. she took it, scared that she would hurt him though when she dragged the blade against his palm he didn't even wince. his eyes were fixtated on the deep crimson color of his own blood, his lips turned up into a smile. she handed the blade back and he took it grabbing her wrist and slicing her palm with ease. she flinched tears instantly springing to her eyes. "repeat after me" miles watched her blood drip down her wrist. she nodded though he wasn't focused on her.
"i swear i will devote my being, my love, and my soul to you"
"i swear i will devote my being, my love, and my soul to you"
"through life and through death i will be there to cherish you, worship you"
"through life and through death i will be there to cherish you, worship you"
"never shall you be alone for i will always be there"
"never shall you be alone for i will always be there"
"i swear"
"i swear"
miles grabbed his open cut with his own, their blood intermingling with each other. miles bite his lip, obvious satsifaction clear through his deep black eyes. y/n stared at miles her heart full with the idea of being so in love and loved back. miles turned his attention back to the girl pulling his bloodied hand from hers and grabbing her face kissing her passionatly. she brought both hands to his face, together they were covered in each other's thick, wine red blood.
though throughout the whole oath, miles had his fingers crossed behind his back.

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Fiksi Penggemar‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ' saw you on the side of the road i could see you walkin' slow drinkin' a slurpee in a peach baseball cap fallin' in my lap ' 𐙚 m.f x reader 𐙚 the turning 𐙚 1 in miles fairchild