[warning: light smut/lime]

The aftertaste of the kiss was, rather, peculiar.

With each kiss provided by Jevil, the guilty sensation of being perplexed by confusion and bitterness left you unease. You didn't know what to say to the Jester, or let alone to yourself.

Subsequent to the "interaction" that occurred between you and him on the rooftop, you hoped it was a selfish joke from Jevil or, perhaps, a byproduct of his confusion.

Though how mistaken you currently are could lead to dangerous reactions. Jevil wasn't joking, and by the Gods wasn't it a prank he'd pull to laugh off. He was deadpan serious, evident by the looming glare of his pitch-black orbs.

"W-why," Jevil's eyes would tremble for a moment, not knowing if he'd meet your sweet voice or harsh rejection "Why aren't you responding? May I receive an answer, a mere answer?"

But you'd step back from his embrace, trying to recollect your priorities, before running away.

Days would go by, like shattered glass, moments passed and you'd go silent. On moments where you knew the ghosted clown should meet you, you both would go silent, muting any words exchanged between each other. And on worse occasions, you'd avoid Jevil by locking yourself in your bathroom at night.

Evidently, Jevil was becoming vehement and keen on receiving a word from you. One night, when he saw you locking yourself in the bathroom, he stayed close by, knocking: "(Y/n)."

You'd say nothing from the other side

"(Y/n), heed me, I'm still here." - He'd press his hands against the surface of the door. "Why won't you let me hear from you? Is it surely that laborious?"

His unyielding passion began stewing a boiling rage of impatience and uncertainty. He might have regretted acting so bold, or yet alone touch your lips so unholy, but he knew it was coming. He hid his pain and love for too long, it throbbed an ache in his chest.

With a shaking fist and cued memories, the Jester leashed a punch at the door separating you from him:

"Dear, you wouldn't use me as an old apparel when I should be your crown, would you?" - with a twisted grin and a broken voice, Jevil pressed the side of his head to the door trying to hear anything from you. "Or... would you rather choose that broken crown of the King instead of me?"

You, on the other side of the bathroom door, just sat - head hung low. Aghast.

Recalling the moment of the gentle kiss was both shuddering yet congenial for you. Perhaps it was your sense of regret, hauling you into a pit of shame, knowing you let yourself so open for him to get close to you. Yet you couldn't deny the gentle prosperity that Jevil showered you with the moment he landed his lips onto you - it's not as if he was gentle for the sake of it, but because he was scared.

Scared of you.

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The familiar gentle snow of Snowdin coated your surroundings, begging you to yearn for warmth and a nice hot meal at Grillby's. Despite the tiresome day, you and a certain short skeleton enjoyed the calm walk in this desolated cold road.

You could still remember his usual grin - "Heh, you and doc seem to be head over heels with each other."

But you only bashfully responded with - "Perhaps so."

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"Dear, open." - another loud bang on the door was heard. Jevil sounded impatient

'Not again,' - you whispered to yourself.

"Don't lock me, now, I beg." - Jevil's teeth clenched shut, reminding him of the sealed walls of his prison.

'Not again,' - you grip on your hair tightened.

It dawned on him that, perhaps, his placid acts of being somewhat civilized were the roots of his utter frustration. The inability of reaching you or placing you back in his arms due to a mere wooden door that separates his begging affection towards you was patronizing. He settled his clawed hand on his chest, daring to rip his own skin out of tumult agitation.

Thus, fluently succumbing to his fabricated hatred, the jester was at the edge of punching a hole into the door. Alas, before Jevil would pull his fist - the door cracked open.

"What did he tell you?"

Jevil's mind went blank in an instance. "...Huh?"

"The doctor." - your voice whispered behind the door. "If you even remember his name like me, or you pretend he's just a memory at the back of your brain. Why he changed you, Jevil?"

Jevil could not decipher your expression, for your figure cascaded into the dark hues of the unlit bathroom like an owl at the brim of night. The absence of any anger within your voice did not disturb him; Instead, the fortitude that endured within your tone did - "Will you keep me at bay... and stay if I tell you the truth?"

Silence. Hesitation.

With a reluctant sigh - Jevil began "Allow me to illuminate on this tale... from the very very start."

And so he did, with his stance lowering onto his knees, the Jester was damned to let it out - "Did it ever dawn on you why they locked me? Why, I was so reluctant, nay, confident with my powers that drowned me with my chaotic, chaotic nature?" He let his hands run freely through the air, his eccentric mood getting ahead of him. "That friend of yours. That doctor... He just manifested out of the shadows one day. Curse my curiosity, curse it! For it is I who trailed behind him, inquiring on his business in this kingdom, how he got here, or for whom he was waiting! And what would you assume he replied?"

From behind the door, you kept on listening.

"He said,"

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"I am waiting for a friend."

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"That Simple. Poor fella was drooping with despondency and melancholy - literally, literally! As if he's been waiting for millennia, yet no one has ever regarded his existence. And although I kept proposing the idea of aiding his search of this so-called "friend", He said that that friend didn't exist in my realm yet. They are not a Darkner."

Akin to a flash of lighting, your mind connected the dots while Jevil spoke. Perhaps the sheer coincidence of falling into this realm with the kids wasn't as coincidental as you thought. Perhaps, Jevil's obsessive deportment wasn't of pure lunacy either.

"Lights above, for it was at that moment that I couldn't keep my intrusive morals at bay. I kept asking, asking: Why would he - a mere fragment of broken illusion wait for a person that wasn't even reluctant in this reality? I was excited, naive!" - Jevil beamed, his mind lost to the old memories when times were much simpler; and unenlightenment was a gift of the fools. Before at last, hunching at the memory of what made him so different today. "And so he unveiled to me his tale, divulged secrets beyond this domain. He told me the horrors of your actions and the pain that you endured... And although he shared ideology and secrets that no soul could easily comprehend, he was set forth on making a deal with me."

Peeking through, Jevil was lucky to catch a glimpse of your head hung low, your expression far from gratified, but perturbed - "He told you... about my genocides?"

Jevil's dismayed gaze confirmed it.

"So... all that time, you learned his secrets? He told you everything that happened to him and-and you learned the truth about determination? SOUL and RESESTs... from him? Is that why the Kingdom claimed you to be insane?"

Jevil gulped painfully and nodded in defeat

"Fascinating, wouldn't you say? I never got his name."

Long after your tears had dried and your abrasions healed, your sense of self remained in tatters. You found yourself in a state of distortion that you once were, unable to find your way back to reality. But attaining your way back to Jevil's view felt more subdued, hence, you took the courage of stepping out of the bathroom, presenting yourself to the embittered jester lying on the floor.

"Gaster." - you mumbled, "His name... was Gaster."

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Jevil's golden orbs fixated at your expression, regarding your close proximity towards him, anticipating. You rubbed any remaining fatigue of your eyes, no less anxious at the jester before you. Yet outstandingly, for all the strife and ranting you two went through, you felt being - you.

"Jevil. I'm sorry," - you initiated firmly, your voice is low "for everything that you have endured. Your purpose, my existence? It all flipped out of our control before we even knew about it. You shouldn't have met him, and yet he reached you. That doctor surely revealed darker secrets to you - to make sure you knew of everything I committed."

"I dare not. I dare not say whether our suffering sufficed him - whether it was all elaborated, planned joke by the doctor. I just wish you never met him and suffered the consequences."

Lolling into the reclusiveness of the murky bedroom, your voice rekindled Jevil's memory of his prison where he spent his mournful days, engaging into guileless discussions with you behind walls. Except for this time, no walls barricaded him from you. He knew he's a by-product of an insidious fate, condemned to internal imprisonment till his conscience would weep to be obliterated. But having someone share that tragedy and address it infront of him was unheard of.

"Either way, you're here. And so am I. I want to forgive you, for your little attitude and for attacking me back when I first released you from that prison. I never wished for quarrels or fights, never with you. And even though I forgive you, would you please forgive me for everything I endorsed you to?"

Blinking profoundly with gleaming eyes, Jevil cupped your face before leaning closer to soothe your tears "O-oh, Dear, come here-"

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[warning: Lime - nothing graphic/elicit because idk how to write full on lemons. You can skip this till the end]

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His eyes were hazy and glassy as he stared at you, and he sank a long fang carefully into his lower lip as he let out a shuddering breath.

Hours Passed; The room is a negative image of daytime beauty, basking you both in minimum light, swirling darkness like spilled black ink in water.

He breathed down on you, his body towering above, uncaging you around the soft pillows that spread to your comfort. His breathing was rapid, sharp as he panted quietly while admiring your figure. Your arm roamed around his chest, undoing a button of his shirt with no hurry, your soft chest heaved in deep breaths. You were careful but at peace.

His fingertips brush against your hair locks, feeling as if static electricity suddenly begins to build up in his veins. His instincts buzz and that devilish smirk morph into a very wide, very pleased grin.

"Jevil..." As soon as your kissable, plump lips imprinted on his skin, he lost all rational thought. He was consumed at the idea of him showing your body with ever-growing love, the kind he dares not to say outloud but only perform physically, the kind he only fantasized when dreaming of you. Another touch of your lips and his knees would give up.

He would deepen the kiss, pressing himself closer towards you, dipping your upper body to the bed. You could feel his thinner lips hungrily taste yours as if you were his sweetest treat. Coyly yet unhesitatingly, his tongue would grace around your lips shyly, trying to restrain himself from letting his lust for you to run loose.

You tilted your head to the sides, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, taking a small break for oxygen to find its way to your lungs. Yet you felt a similar fear in the Jester's embrace.

"You're shaking again." - you noted, placing a hand on his cheek to keep him at bay.

"I.. I-" - he flustered "Just allow me. This once."

As soon as the last syllable escapes his lips, he finds himself interlocked on kissing once more.

Your lips imprinting themselves on Jevil like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.

He let untold rhythmic sounds of murmurs and sweet nonsense in your ears; lulling you to succumb to his desire. His tongue carved every inch of your body like a chisel. His nibbles were begging for your permission, whining to have a taste of you, before escalating into marks that would decorate your bare skin.

He dared not act without you, placing himself at your mercy. Each whimper begged for your touch, each groan approved of your caress trailing lower, each moan sought to press more into your hips, his clawed hands pressing into your thighs. Your arched back and enticing calls endorsed him to a more animalistic pace, curling his long tail around you.

With a reverential haste that spoke volumes of his desire for you. 'Our crime a work of art' - he would divulge, the ripped clothes scattered like roses' petals on the floor. On other days you would make fun of him how even in moments of sensual intimacy, he can be chaotic, eccentric, but for now, he couldn't care less. Euphoria drowned him to the brink;

Drunk with your scent, you both let the unspoken unveil before you two.

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Yall remember this fanfic? Ye, me neither. I regret this one, gamers. C yall in 2086