- where angels fall (m.l)

↬ angel! mark lee x reader

↬ warning(s); some non-graphic injury, allusions to religion ↬ genre; fluff + veeery slight angst ↬ words; 6,080 ↬ notes; this is a revamp of a fic i wrote on my old account (linkeai)! i’m thinking of doing this with a few other things from there as well. this particular story is my absolute favourite thing i’ve ever written so i really hope i did it justice the second time around and i hope u like it! <3 (p.s sorry the preview is so long lol its important!)

  By now, there are many variations and retellings of the tale of the scorpion and the turtle. Personally, your favourite had always been about the girl and the snake, and in the recesses of your memory you recalled that it went something like this;

  An unassuming young girl was walking along a mountain path to her grandmother’s house when she heard a rustle in the bushes at her feet. Upon looking down, she saw a snake. Before she could react, the snake began to speak to her in a low, hissing tone.

  “I am about to die,“ the snake had said to the girl. "It’s too cold for me up here, and I am freezing. There is no food in these mountains, and I am starving. Please put me under your coat and take me with you.”

  "No,“ the girl replied immediately. "I know your kind. You are a rattlesnake. If I pick you up, you will bite me and your bite is poisonous.”

  "No, no,“ the snake had retorted. "If you help me, you will be my best friend. I will treat you differently.”

  The young girl then sat down on a rock for a moment to rest and think things over. As she thought, she looked at the beautiful markings on the snake and even she had to admit that he was the most beautiful snake she had ever seen.

  Suddenly, the girl decided. “I believe you.”, she said. “I will save you. All living things deserve to be treated with kindness.”

  She then reached over and put the snake under her coat. Cradled close to her body, she continued the journey toward her grandmother’s house.

  Within a few moments, when the girl had taken not ten steps forward, she felt a sharp pain bloom in her side. The snake had bitten her.

  "How could you do this to me?“ she cried in anguish as the snakes poison ran through her veins. "You promised you would not bite me, and I trusted you!”

  "You knew what I was when you found me,” the snake hissed as it slithered away.

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[10:24 a.m.] “what are you writing?” you looked up from your computer at boyfriend!jisung. he was sat across from you at your kitchen table while you typed away working on a new personal project.

“i’m working on an outline for my next short story,” you reply, jisung nods his head, processing your words.

“what’s it about?” he asks and you hesitate, not wanting to give away too much of anything just yet.

“it’s about a prince,” your vague answer intrigues him and prompts him to ask another question. jisung leans his elbows forward on the table, propping his head up on his fists.

“a prince? what happens? what does he do? tell me more,” a small but genuine smile crosses his lips and his eye sparkle with childlike innocence. 

“it’s about a prince who saves a girl from… herself,” you give him a lazy grin only to continue typing a second later.

“can i read it?” jisung questions eagerly, readjusting himself in his seat. you look back at him once more.

“when it’s done, yes.”

“i can’t wait! i know for a fact i’ll love it,” he wiggles his eyebrows and leans back in his chair, thoughts swirl around in your brain while you look at the beautiful boy in front of you. i hope you do too. i mean you should, considering it’s our story…