the empty throne // dsmp yandere!oc x reader

EPILOGUE: the empty throne

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◦♔     TW : mentions of death.

◦♔ Y/F/C - your favorite color

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IT WAS A MODERATELY drizzly day, the clouds deciding to transition into uneven shades of grey, sprawling out in the sky to cover the sun and develop a bit of rainfall. a man gripped at the handle of his umbrella cautiously, stepping through the clean-cut grass while hearing the pitter patter of raindrops directly above his head.

he walked at a slow pace for a while until he got to the correct stop, his shoes facing a rather fresh-looking gravestone that contrasted with the same grey shade as the sky. he let his eyes trail off, watching the raindrops fall down on the marble gravestone's sides, racing one another until they crashed into the ground. that's when reality hit him.

king paid close attention to every detail on the gravestone, re-reading "y/n l/n" over and over again as if he was in a stage of denial. even though it's been exactly a year and a half since your death, it still felt like you were here. your presence was salvageable from the soils of greater dream smp, but you just weren't there physically, which saddened him to a great extent. he had to accept the fact that you'd never come back.

king kneeled down on one knee, placing a y/f/c rose on your grave. when his hands slowly retracted, he felt his eyes become glossy and stingy, focusing on the words that were etched with care on your gravestone while his mind heavily reminisced on the memories he shared with you.

his mind flashed to good times in high school when you two would sneak out and go on late night walks with intertwined hands, eat out at classic retro diners and ice cream parlors, try not to laugh at three am on those nights upon nights he'd spend at your house. he also got a random memory that you never got to sleepover his house, daydreaming about having the time of your lives with milo at his domain.

god why did it have to all end? king questioned, squeezing his eyes shut briefly and then blinking in order to connect back with reality, slightly hoping that when he opened his eyes, he'd discover that he was at the wrong gravestone.. that there wasn't even a gravestone with your name on it at all. but alas, he knew deep inside it was all real. you were now lost. who knows where your ghost wanders or if it's even wandering at all.

king sighed, getting prepared to speak in a whisper. "hey y/n/n. i hope you're doing well." he said in a hushed tone, trying to gather up more words to iterate. he began by telling you how his day was, letting you know about the random political shambles and dusty contracts he's been diving into and trying his best to get out of. he eventually stopped rambling, not wanting to stress you out or just come to a cemetery in the middle of greater dream smp solely for venting [thats sus king].

in the earlier days immediately after he was coronated, he even came close to sleeping right by your grave for comfort during breakdowns. he was aware that you'd most likely never wanna see him like that ever again, so he subconsciously promised to not project his stress on you ever again. he took in a deep breath, getting ready to muster up his final words before dismissing himself.

"y/n/n, baby, i just.. i hope you're doing well up there. i really do." king briefly craned his head up, peering at the sky, contemplating what purgatory and the rest of the afterlife looked like. maybe he'd even meet you there when his time came around.

" i wish you could be here to see it. i would've crowned you my majesty, and you would've lived the life you've always deserved. "

TO BE CONTINUED...

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TRILOGY COMPLETED.
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