The distance between the two of you was thin, like a single strand of hair ready to snap, leaving little room for you to think.
Heavy breaths fan one another, as your eyes drink him in, taking in the curve of his pink lips, each blink of his pretty eyes, counting every freckle and imperfection against his handsome face.
Your body twitches, soul aching to touch him for even a fleeting moment, fingers itching to cross an impossible boundary for a mere feather-light touch.
Rationality has long left your mind—consequences be damned. And yet, you were living in a reality where a single moment—a single touch or taste—was deemed lethal.
Every fibre of your being screams, goosebumps igniting across your arms as you resist the urge to reach out to him, to trace his sweet lips with your fingers, to play with the pink strands of his hair, before pulling him into a bruising kiss.
He was a siren, and you were a captain lost at sea.
You would always be close. But never truly there.
After all, he was an angel, and a devil—everything but human.
a/n: reader stronger than me bc I would have given up every single min and hour of my life just for a fleeting touch yolo.. also ty to angel devil for bringing me out of my hiatus, I saw the csm movie recently and I just HAD to write for him, trust that he WILL be apperaring more on my page because the world needs more angel devil x reader fics :/ also divider creds to @/cursed-carmine
But you shook your head adamantly, refusing to release your grip. "No. I can't. I won't."
"I'm a devil," he tried again, all with his typical aloof voice. "I'll survive. You, on the other hand…"
Angel's gaze flickered down to the hand that held onto his own. Did you not know what this meant for you? Holding him, touching him like this?
"There's no point to what you're doing."
With a smile, the one Angel had grown to cherish in this bleak world you had once despised, you squeezed Angel's hand gently. Your face was dirty from tumbling, but that wasn't your concern. Your priority remained clear: to do what you could, even if it cost you your life.
"You said we… we were gonna get ice cream again together," you reminded him softly.
He kept his lips pursed, refusing to say a word.
He was a devil, accustomed to surviving even the most dire situations. After all, he could return eventually. He always would. Just not as him. But you, a fragile human with no such guarantees, faced a fate much more uncertain.
Just why. After all he said to you about his powers, were you not terrified of him?
There was him, dangling off the cliff. And you, barely holding him up with your feeble hand. You were hardly in a stable position yourself. He could already feel your life force leaving you as you maintained your grip on him; all the while, your grip began to shake, beginning to get weaker.
His face cringed, a grim realization dawning in his eyes and mind that was becoming ever more real.
He was killing you.
Two months. 10 months. Three years. It was all flashing by your eyes.
Angel's voice wavered weakly as your life force ebbed away. "Let go. You're killing yourself, he said again.
And yet again, you refused.
He made it clear from the very beginning, what he was, what he as capable of doing, and yet you still weren't letting go. Your grip even tightened, knuckles white, as you continued to hold him up while his body was dangling.
"This is no way to live…" you gritted through clenched teeth.
Angel remained silent, his thoughts swirling all up and around as he stared into the abyss below him. "Live, huh?" he murmured, almost to himself. "What a way to put it."
He wanted to die, so why? Why did you care so much? What point was there in clinging to life when he was just a devil meant to bring so much destruction and despair? The irony of a devil being named after an angel.
"You… you say you don't care about life. But your life meant something to me," you gasped, your voice strained as the rocks beneath you began to crumble. "More than you could ever think."
But before he could respond, the ground gave way.
You felt it. Your heart.
From there, your time was finally up.
Angel's eyes widened. "You–"
There was nothing to lose from here on.
You made your move with one last push to use both hands to pull Angel up. You didn't care about the consequences. All that mattered was saving him.
Perhaps it was the shock, or maybe it was out of fear, but as you touched Angel with both hands, he flinched and pushed you away, inadvertently sending you tumbling down the cliff's edge.
His eyes said it all. No. He didn't mean to—
Your continual touch and persistence irritated him to no end. He would live, even if he fell off that cliff, you knew that, but you…
"NO!" he cried out, his voice raw with desperation as he reached out futilely, longing to pull you back from the brink. But it was too late.
But even as you fell, plummeting into the abyss below, just before making contact with the ground. The air rushed past your ears, whipping your hair wildly as gravity seized hold of your body.
The chasm below you grew ever closer and closer.
Then, with a sickening thud, your body collided with the solid earth, the sound of flesh meeting rock echoed through the canyon, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bones snapping into two.
Every nerve screamed in protest as pain erupted like wildfire. But it wasn’t you who bore the agony, but Angel. A heartbreaking realization.
But you had no regrets to doing what to did. Your final thoughts, still overwhelmed with pain from all ends, did not falter.
'You mean more to me than you could ever know.'
But he would never get to hear those words. He could never again look you in the eyes and ask you why you did such a stupid thing for him.
“…..”
The last thing his eyes would lay on that day was a smile. He savoured it, even just remembering it. Your smile. A soft but sombre expression etched upon your face. A face he knew all too well from all his years on this planet. A face of acceptance.
'You may be a devil, but you were also my angel.'
But this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want you to be the one…
'You saved my life.'
Why did you touch him? Why did you care so much?
He was so angry, but all he could show was that of a halfhearted grimace. Regret.
In that moment, he couldn't help but cling to your last words, the weight of your sacrifice weighing heavily on his cold heart.
"Let's get ice cream again sometime," you mouthed, barely a voice there to hear your final words.
The last thing he saw was your smile. A soft but sombre one.
He couldn't help but cherish your last words.
"You were someone worth saving."
Someone.
You considered him, a devil, a person.
Angel's mouth opened, then shut.
Where could he even begin... when you weren't even there. Him gripping your shoulders, holding you directly to meet his fiery eyes, to hear his painstaking words of resentment.
"I hate you."
You left. You were gone. And unlike that of the likes of devils, you were never coming back.
And Angel, left alone in a desolated hellscape, the only one to bear your memory.
All he could do was hold onto your bloody, broken corpse, wailing until his lungs gave out.
Because unlike him, you were fortunate enough to only live once.
warning(s): angst/no comfort, major character death, manga spoilers
he make flowers bloom yet with the same hands he makes it wither. he witnessed many petals fall off from its mother bud due to his touch.
but no one offered him a petal, 'til he met him.
he was never meant to live for long. his flower was never meant to bloom for eternity. he was a flower that never represented time.
yet he offered a petal from his dying flower to him.
an akiangel alternative universe in which flowers grow on an individual's body at birth and wither at death
THE CHARACTERS
enjeru
labeled as the angel devil due to his mysterious power. with his hands he can make someone's flower bloom a little longer, even a little brighter. but with the same hands he brings death. he made more flowers wither than bloom. he was an angel who can paint roses redder but a devil who can nip someone at the bud.
aki hayakawa
a chosen playmate to the little angel devil and a servant in his adolescence. he witnessed how strangers went on their knees to worship the angel but blame the same child and call him a devil. he was a servant, a mere bystander, and an admirer of the vermilion red hair.
