#ahs 2

[capuletoo]

hi! i love the way you write 🤍

could i request an angst for ahs asylum about kit walker and female reader getting caught for something and kit deciding to take the entire responsibility to protect reader from the caning punishment [much like that scene w grace], but where the whole story is actually written from kit's pov? like his own interpretations of things and what went through his mind to do it etc etc?

tysm

Sordid thirst — Kit Walker

—note: sorry to keep you waiting and thank you so much i happy that you enjoy my fics <3 been dealing with insecurity ab it :() also i know this is not the best, honestly i was getting used to only writing in second person!!

—summary: kit gets caught with the reader within the corridors of briarcliff.

—TW: angst | kit walker x fem!reader

—words: 1.1k

[Kit’s point of view]

The night light shone through the window, casting eerie shadows as we walked hand in hand through the corridors of Briarcliff.

With every step we took, the echoes of our footsteps reverberated like a whispered secret. As we walked through the dimly lit passages, the flickering light danced upon her face, illuminating features that hid behind a veil of sorrow.

I reached my hand to take her cheek.

Standing just one feet away from the door of the common room, the rusty handles closed together.

The burning sensation against my fingertips when they touched her cheeks sent me shivers.

Breathing the same air, suffocating us, so close together I could see the deepness of her eyes, alluring and mesmerizing they could hold a depth that seemed to contain a universe of emotions.

In that moment, I saw a flicker of vulnerability mixed with determination, as if she was battling something as if trying to stop it from consuming her.

I leaned in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The scent of her filled my senses, a delicate fragrance that mingled with the musty air of the asylum. Our breaths intertwined, creating a fragile connection between us.

For a moment, time stood still. The world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us, lost in the labyrinthine corridors of Briarcliff. The weight of our pasts and the uncertainty of our futures were momentarily forgotten, as if this brief encounter held the power to heal all wounds.

Her lips, I could compare them with ruby gold.

But reality soon seeped back in, reminding us of the harsh truth that we were prisoners in this haunted place. The distant sounds of tortured souls and the muffled cries of despair served as a haunting backdrop to our stolen moment of intimacy.

We reluctantly pulled away, the distance between us widening like an unbridgeable chasm. Our hands slowly slipped apart, fingers reluctantly relinquishing their grasp. I saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes, mirrored by my own. The connection we had shared, however fleeting, had left an indelible mark.

“Let’s go, someone could see us” she said

As we continued down the corridor, the night light cast long shadows behind us, like ghosts of what could have been. Briarcliff loomed ahead, a foreboding presence that held us captive in its clutches. But even within its walls, I vowed to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that threatened to consume us all.

The echoes of our footsteps followed us as we disappeared into the depths of the asylum

Still in silent moments we shared glances, in the silence of our shared moments, words became unnecessary. And also trying to be as quiet as possible to not get caught.

Our eyes spoke volumes.

As we navigated the labyrinthine corridors, each twist and turn seemed to mirror the complexities of our own emotions. We were both prisoners, not only of Briarcliff but also of our own pasts. The weight of our histories hung heavy in the air, threatening to unravel the fragile connection we had forged.

But as the night wore on, the reality of our situation became increasingly apparent. We couldn't linger in the shadows forever, nor could we ignore the ever-present danger that lurked within these walls. Our stolen moments had to be cherished and then concealed, locked away in the recesses of our hearts.

I wish i could go through her thoughts, because in mine i was willing to risk it.

The common room lay ahead, and I looked at her once inside. It seemed that the moon shone with full potential, illuminating her face.

It only reminded me of the things that took the love of my life from me, leaving me alone. It felt like a bucket of iced water was poured onto me. I felt helpless, it was too late to even do anything now.

Afraid that the same thing might happen to her, I reached out to her, only our fingertips were touching.

It was a silent plea, a desperate attempt to shield her from the horrors that surrounded us.

Her eyes met mine, and I saw a reflection of my own fears mirrored within them. We both knew the risks, the dangers that lurked within.

Time seemed to stand still once again, as if the universe itself held its breath. We were suspended in that delicate balance between hope and despair, knowing that our love was a fragile flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

But the echoes of footsteps drew nearer, snapping us back to reality. The danger of being caught loomed like a dark cloud over us, threatening to tear us apart. Reluctantly, we withdrew our hands, aching for the warmth and comfort they had provided.

With one last longing look, we turned away from each other trying to flee the scene but soon the doors of the common room were opened.

Sister Jude came barging in.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, heavy with the weight of authority and the unspoken rules. We were like mice caught in a trap, frozen in our tracks.

"What do we have here?" Sister Jude's voice cut through the air like a whip. Her eyes darted between us, narrowing.

A wave of panic surged within me, threatening to expose our secret. I glanced at the girl beside me, her face etched with fear. I knew we had to think quickly, to come up with an explanation.

Summoning my courage I said: "Sister Jude, it's my fault. I was disoriented and accidentally led her here. She had nothing to do with it." Poor excuse considering that it was the middle of the night

Sister Jude's gaze bore into me, "Is that so? At these hours?" Her voice dripped with skepticism. "You seem quite protective of her. Why is that?"

I struggled to find the right words, my mind racing. "We... We became friends here, Sister Jude. It's a difficult place, and we support each other. I didn't want her to get in trouble because of me."

Sister Jude's eyes flickered with suspicion, but she seemed momentarily intrigued by the idea of friendship. She crossed her arms, considering my words.

"Friendship is not the focus of this institution," she finally responded, her voice sharp. "Specially between a man and a woman”

“It won’t happen again” i said while looking back at her as if to say let’s get outta here

I was following her from behind until sister jude voice cracked the silence.

“Not you mr. walker” my eyes looked at hers and i nodded letting her know that she could escape.

I turned around and saw judes stare.

Later in jude’s office I imagined that I ran until I reached her, overcoming the sordid thirst. For her…

I did it for her.

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