Archive of Our Own

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Devesto can't seem to figure out what has gotten into this spiral mess of love. He doesn't really look like the type to be interested in romantic relationships and such, but I guess that's been wrong the whole time after he processed that yes, he may have a tiny crush on MeQuot.

It had started off with Devesto seeing the guy every now and then, he's seen his potential when charging at civilians. But lord, that ear piercing scream. It just makes him want to rip his ears (if he even has any) out. He's tried to get used to the agonizing scream, but he just can't. For the life of him. That was a con about the crush on him. Heck, if Devesto was near MeQuot while he yelled, he'd probably get slowed down too. And he's a killer!

But god, he just cant get enough of him. For some reason, he impatiently waits for MeQuot to be the killer, just to see that pretty face one more time. He can't tell if he's a stalker, or a lovestruck idiot. After those exhausting rounds of killing again and again, the killers and civilians are sent to two different places to rest. And where do the killers sleep? In cabins. Devesto hates the cabins. They're all creaky and they sometimes leak water from the roof when it rains, maybe that's a punishment for them for killing innocent people.

Consumed by his feelings for MeQuot, he's been struggling keeping himself together. He's been missing his slashes a lot, and it's really starting to take a toll on him. It started off small, with hits being missed every now and then, but now it's become frequent. The other killers give him sort of weird looks when he comes back. Not MeQuot, though. Devesto noticed he always propped himself at the very back, glancing away from the others, probably hoping not to get chosen to slaughter the civilians.

Currently, the clock had struck 12AM and that was a sign that the rounds were over. For now. They usually woke up around 8AM to get ready and continue the pure hell they had to go through everyday. Devesto and the others were on their way to their cabins. They were far away, and when the narrator means far, it's far.

As they were walking, Devesto took a quick glance at MeQuot, whom was in the far back. That was pretty obvious. Slowly, he made his way towards the back, stopping himself when he was next to MeQuot. Devesto smirked, carefully examining and taking in his pretty features. (yes, even the sword plunged through his body and the trickling crimson blood that followed his footsteps everywhere he went.) 

"Uh..Hi, Devesto." MeQuot spoke, which snapped Devesto away from his thoughts.

"..Hello, MeQuot. Say, why do you always place yourself at the very back? The front isn't scary, I can assure you." Devesto joked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Well uh..I prefer the back. It's much more calmer here." MeQuot replied, glancing away as Devesto's hand touched his shoulder. Devesto noticed MeQuot might be a little uncomfortable with the touching, so he took his arm off of his shoulder.

"Really? Well, I think the front is as calm as it is here. Why don't you give it a shot and go to the front, hm?" Devesto replied. MeQuot quietly chuckled. "Um..No thanks, I think I'm fine here.." Devesto's face slightly dropped when he declined the gesture. Bringing himself together again the best he could, he formed a quick reply. "Ehem- Well, I think I better go back to the front. Goodbye, MeQuot." He waved a hand to him, before walking back up to the front without a reply from MeQuot. (he probably did reply but devesto didnt hear)

Devesto swore he could see a light blush forming on MeQuot's cheeks.

Once they had all returned to their cabins, Devesto placed his F3X carefully on the dresser next to him and plopped face down onto his bed, letting out a long sigh. He really needed to figure out everything, like, right now. He can't just keep these feelings bottled up forever. He needed to figure out how to confess to MeQuot, because yes, he's finally figured out that he has a crush on him. A huge one.

He obviously can't ask anyone else for help, they probably don't even know a thing or two about the situation he's in right now! He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, processing everything once again.

"Maybe I should just confess. But I don't even know if he likes me back, and now I'm talking to myself like a weirdo." Devesto groaned, slapping his hands onto his face. "If I were to confess, how would I even do it?" Devesto spoke, thinking of ways (that he probably wouldn't use) to confess his true feelings to MeQuot. All of this made him confused and frustrated.

After a couple minutes of thinking, he finally decided to walk up to his door with roses. Or maybe Devesto should leave the roses at his doorstep. He doesn't know! "Okay. Just get roses, leave them at his doorstep with a note, and then go back. Yeah." Thinking this was a good way to start hinting his feelings, he stood up and walked out of the cabin, determined to find the most beautiful flowers he could ever find. The thing is..There weren't any flowers here. It's all empty and dark, besides the cabins. Considering how they were killers, they probably didn't really get good things.

Okay..Now he's stumped. He doesn't know how to get flowers when they live here! Devesto let out a loud groan, leaning onto the dresser. He then noticed something shiny. Looking up, he realized it was his F3X. Oh, right! Devesto had left it there when he plopped himself onto the bed. Just then, an idea sparked in his mind. Grabbing his F3X, he generated a bouquet of flowers. That was more easier than what he thought. These were pretty astonishing flowers.

Now he just had to leave it on MeQuot's doorstep, with a note, of course. Devesto walked to a desk in his cabin, sitting down on a chair that can barely hold him anymore (he's not fat stop it) and picked up a pen. He slid a piece of paper onto his hands and placed it down on the table, folding it into a small card.

Devesto didn't want to write too much, he'd probably just write something small and a hint on who he was.

"Dear MeQuot, I hope these flowers are good enough for you. I await to see your face the next day, because you're so pretty it hurts to not say it.

From, your admirer."

It seemed a little corny, but hell, Devesto doesn't want to write anymore. He hates writing. Carefully, he slides the letter into his pocket to not lose it as he walks to MeQuot's cabin. He sighed, standing up from his chair with bouquet in hand and card in his pocket, making his way to MeQuot's cabin. Standing outside his door, he slowly peeked in, seeing if he was asleep or not. But what he didn't expect was MeQuot being awake, writing something. Devesto never thought he was the type of guy to write, but I guess that's proven wrong.

He cleared his throat quietly, placing the letter and bouquet on his doorstep. Devesto hesitated to knock, but I'm sure MeQuot wouldn't see the gift he left him until day. Slowly, he knocked on his door, before quickly sprinting back to his cabin, slamming his door shut. Getting some air, he calmed himself down. Devesto walked to his window, seeing MeQuot open his door and noticing the gift. He picked it up in his hand, and read the note.

Devesto saw MeQuot was blushing, looking around to see if anyone was around, before holding the bouquet up to his chest and entering back into his cabin. Devesto could almost jump for joy. Thank god that had worked.

He just hopes he might be able to bring up the courage to confess soon enough after this.

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uh..so like,, i may have gotten into grace more.IMMM SO SORRY FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR PART 2💔💔

I lowk am on writers block and i've tried to get back into writing this but i just can't

BUT!! Do not fear that this fic is entirely gone, I may come back to writing the next part soon if I can pull myself together

Uh.....Yeah💔🥹 Sorry gng