𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍,
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍...
𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜,
𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞...
Chapter 0: Sumimasen usually, but in good Doujinshi, Netorare.
Looks like I'm on time... The best timing is the at the climax, always.
With a bang, the door bursts open, the wood splintering from my scorching (literally) red sole. The bride, her vows unfinished, stares at me with satisfaction, and maybe even the rare sight of hope. The wedding guests on the other hand stare at me, in confusion, and with blabbering mouths. Oh well. Talk about strutting in with a bang.
With ignorant cuckoos still yapping amongst themselves, I prepare myself for my little 'girlboss speech'. The fiery burgundy eyes of the bride give me inspiration, and maybe just a little too much of it. But, I'll make this short... However, emotionally scarring. Just as Val wants me to do.
"...What a shame she didn't finish those vows, Lord Jester." I snicker, bowing my head, concealing my eyes, yet a smug aura emitting from merely my grin. Well, I believe that is what I am doing.
"If she did, I didn't have to..."
With swift movements, I pull out the accursed engagement contract...
...And without effort, I set it on fire, the molding mystical blood bond sizzling as it reduces to embers.
All eyes are on me, mingling with cries of awe, cheers of triumph, and gasps of surprise. I would have kept humble yet I do not hold back a smirk. Who would not be impressed when the engagement contract is supposed to be indestructible? The impossible made possible, by me, a hotshot; truly something worth dedicating your attention to.
"You little-" The groom growls, though he gets cut off by me before he can call me whatever Snezhnayan or Khaenri'ahn slur is for a wedding crasher. If there is one.
"Let's play a game, shall we?"
I twirl around, explicitly showcasing that I wish everyone to participate in my little act of making a fool out of the Jester himself... And also to show off my bold attire. Can't say no to a few blushing faces at the sight of my perfect figure-
"Tell me, what does the Inazuman term, Netorare mean?"
I twirl once more, hunting for a courageous enough of a fellow to win the million mora question...
How unfortunate. The entirety of Snezhnayan high society either have the brains of an infant, or they're ALL cowards. Or perhaps the cold of Pierro's stare upon me is causing them to shiver in their seat. I have to give it to him for having such an impactful death stare whilst looking oh so composed and nonchalant. I sigh, crossing my arms, looking positively devastated, before smirking in a blink of an eye like I just didn't seem as if someone denied me the right to even live.
"...Buffoons. It means cuckold!"
I groan, before digging through my non-existent pockets... And even if non-existent, a whirlwind of photos fly into the air... Photos of Val and a certain teal-haired shark boy... Making out.
And, even before a second could tick away from the clock, said shark boy jolts upward, rushes towards Val, and of course, gives her a salivating tongue-to-tongue kiss. Wow. Just like a telenovela.
And like your average wedding crashing, the two lovebirds run off, looking the happiest I've ever seen them; Val, finally smiling for the first time ever since she commissioned me to escape this dreaded marriage. And Rika looking genuinely euphoric unlike the deadpan mad scientist I fell for.
Oh. That's right. I did like him... Oh well. Whatever makes him happy... He's too unhinged like his father anyways. Besides... There's always the ladies~
Ah, the urge to now proceed to physical humiliation has never burned so brightly in my heart.
Before I can even enact my urge to step on Pierro, out of spite of course, he grasps my neck and lifts me off the floor, his gloved hands cold.
"Freezing my neck until I die from frostbite? How boooring! Truly a cuckold-"
I rolls my eyes, a twinkly giggle escaping my red lips... Earning myself a suffocating frost choker layering upon my ruby one.
"Say cuckold ONE more time-"
Barely noticing his hands about to snap my head off like a branch last minute... I grab Pierro's neck, scorching his crusty, probably already rotting flesh, leaving his collar burnt, and neck permanently etched with my hands' outline. Oof. Didn't mean to cause 2nd-degree burns. He deserves it though-
*ᑭᒪOᑭ!* On the floor like a discarded rag, I make a run for it, laughing like a maniac as I mix yet stand out of the crowd of guests, hurling themselves like a wave out of the church. And like a flame of a raging forest fire, Pierro's hand misses my trailing, scarlet skirt, and I run for my dear, beautiful, body from even losing a hair-... Oh. And for my dear life as well. Oh shucks, my lord~... How cute~ Chasing after little old me?... And I'm not EVEN. The one. Who got. Away.
(Author's Note: ...Yes I just wrote a Pierro x OC fanfic... I'll give info on the ocs used soon!!! Credits to @yourlocalbalconysimp for Val and Rika... He's why Nene even exists in the first place lol. I'll try to update this every week btw-)
(PS: Chapter title inspiration from NTR cover made by Miori Celeste ☺︎)
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