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🌀 Headcanons: How the Night Raven College Housewardens React to Ella's Obedience Curse (The Enchanted Ella)
🌹 Riddle Rosehearts
The Moment:
During a house meeting in Heartslabyul, Riddle strictly announces to some rule-breakers: "You must memorize the Queen of Hearts' rules 1 through 300 by tomorrow morning!".
Ella, sitting next to Grim, takes this personally.
She locks herself in the library and starts reading the rules out loud without stopping.
By midnight, she completely loses her voice; she sits there sleepy and hoarse, but keeps turning the pages.
The Reaction:
Riddle finds her in the library, and his eyes widen in shock.
He snatches the book away and panics: "I wasn’t talking to you! Stop this instantly!".
Ella closes her mouth with relief, coughing hoarsely.
Riddle gets incredibly embarrassed and feels terribly guilty.
The Aftermath:
He brings her warm tea with honey from Trey’s personal stash.
Riddle realizes her curse is no laughing matter.
From then on, before issuing any strict rule, he looks at Ella first and softly adds: "Ella, this doesn't apply to you, you can just drink your tea."
🦁 Leona Kingscholar
The Moment:
Leona is lounging on the Magift stadium bleachers.
He is too lazy to reach for his sports jacket, which has fallen down.
He notices Ella and lazily throws out: "Hey, herbivore, bring me my jacket. And sit here with me until I wake up."
Ella picks up the jacket, hands it to him, and obediently sits on the bench.
Leona falls asleep… and sleeps the heavy sleep of a predator until evening.
Ella sits completely still for four hours, afraid to even twitch, because the order to "sit" has literally locked her body.
The Reaction:
Leona wakes up at sunset, stretches, and sees Ella still sitting in the exact same spot, frozen and stiff as a statue.
"What, you're still here?" he asks, surprised.
Ella gives him a reproachful look from under her hood: "You said to sit until you woke up."
The Aftermath:
Leona snorts, realizing how foolish he was.
He throws his big, warm jacket over her shoulders to warm her up and grumbles: "Well, well. Fine, the order is canceled. Let’s go to the cafeteria, I’ll buy you some meat."
Since then, he appreciates her "quiet" presence and only uses the phrase "sit with me" when he wants to save her from the noisy chaos of the college.
🐙 Azul Ashengrotto
The Moment:
Azul asks Ella to help clean up the Mostro Lounge after closing.
On his way to the backroom, he casually mentions: "Ella, please count every single coffee bean in this jar so we have an exact inventory."
It was just a figure of speech meaning "tidy up," but Ella sits down, pours out a thousand beans, and starts monotonically: "One, two, three, four..."
The Reaction:
Azul returns an hour later and sees Ella with a deadpan, exhausted face, sorting beans into little piles.
"Nine hundred forty-two..." she whispers.
Azul freezes in the doorway, his glasses hilariously sliding sideways.
"Ella... Are you serious?!" he exclaims.
The Aftermath:
He takes the jar away and laughs nervously.
Azul is amazed that someone can take his words so literally—it breaks his entire business system!
He treats her to a signature dessert on the house and promises to write clear, printed instructions for her in the future, with a bold disclaimer at the bottom: "Do not take metaphors into account."
☀️ Kalim Al-Asim (and Jamil)
The Moment:
At a loud party in Scarabia, Kalim beams with happiness and shouts to Ella across the room: "Hey, Ella! The music is great, dance with me! And smile, today is a celebration!"
Ella, exhausted after a hard day, steps into the center of the crowd with a glazed look and starts dancing, forcing a wide, unsettlingly frozen smile.
She dances for one hour, two hours, three hours.
Her legs buckle, but she keeps moving until she literally faints onto the carpet.
The Reaction:
Kalim rushes to her in terror.
When Jamil sternly explains to him that Ella couldn't stop because of his words, Kalim starts crying out of pure guilt.
The Aftermath:
This completely breaks Kalim's heart.
He swears never to use the imperative mood around her again.
He hires the best Asim doctors to check on her health.
Now, whenever he talks to Ella, he fearfully double-checks after every sentence: "You're doing this because you want to, right? Please tell me you want to!"
👑 Vil Schoenheit
The Moment:
During a Pomefiore rehearsal, Vil, displeased with Ella's posture, strictly says: "Stop breathing so heavily and stand perfectly still until I finish pinning this robe!"
Fifteen minutes pass.
Vil is busy with the pins and suddenly notices that Ella has turned pale, her lips are turning blue, and her chest isn't moving at all.
She literally stopped breathing on his command.
The Reaction:
Vil slaps the podium and shouts: "Breathe, you idiot, that's an order!"
Ella gasps greedily for air, collapsing against him.
Vil is shocked that his aesthetic critique almost cost her life.
The Aftermath:
For Vil, this curse is the ultimate form of ugliness and a violation of personal identity.
He takes Ella under his wing.
He personally designs a mental training routine for her to strengthen her willpower.
Vil will always tell her: "Your body belongs only to you, potato. I will teach you how to break the voices in your head."
💀 Idia Shroud
The Moment:
Idia accidentally runs into Ella in an Ignihyde corridor.
Panicking from social pressure, he stammers: "A-ah, just get lost, sink through the floor, disappear, make it so I can't see you!"
Ella freezes, turns around, and starts running headfirst into the metal wall, trying to "pass" through it, or tries to climb into a narrow ventilation shaft, getting stuck.
The Reaction:
Idia lets out an ultrasonic screech, his blue hair flaring bright red.
"A-A-AH! Code error! System crash! What are you doing, stop that right now, it was a hyperbole!"
The Aftermath: Idia locks himself in his room for three days, studying her phenomenon through security cameras.
To him, her curse is a brutal virus written into the "software" of her soul.
He creates a special gadget for her—noise-canceling headphones with a built-in AI "Ortho" that jams any incoming orders, translating them into a safe, text-only format for Ella.
🐉Malleus Draconia
The Moment:
They are walking at night, and Ella accidentally trips over a tree root.
Malleus catches her by the hand and says with a smile: "Careful, child. Hold onto me tightly and don't let go, or you'll fall again."
He simply means until they reach the end of the path.
But when they arrive at the Ramshackle porch, Ella keeps gripping his palm tightly. Ten minutes pass, and they are just standing on the porch, holding hands.
The Reaction:
"Ella, don't you want to go to sleep?"
Malleus asks politely.
Ella blushes furiously under her hood and mutters softly: "I would love to... But you told me not to let go of your hand."
The Aftermath:
Malleus chuckles softly and very warmly—the sound is like the rustling of leaves.
He gently pries her fingers open with his own.
"What a curious curse. Well then, I officially permit you to let me go... until our next walk."
After this, he becomes even more mindful of his words, secretly happy that his "orders" can lead to such sweet moments.
🌀 Headcanons 2: How the Night Raven College Vice-Housewardens (+Floyd, Silver, Cater) React to Ella's Obedience Curse
♣️ Trey Clover
The Moment:
The kitchen is chaotic ahead of the Unbirthday Party.
In a rush, Trey hands Ella a heavy bowl of frosting and casually mentions: "Mix the frosting clockwise until I get back with the sugar."
Trey heads to the pantry, but Riddle distracts him there with yet another rule-breaker.
An hour and a half passes.
Trey returns to the kitchen only to find Ella standing in the exact same spot.
Her hand is shaking violently from exhaustion and her face is pale, but she continues to turn the whisk clockwise with mechanical precision.
The Reaction:
Trey drops the bag of sugar.
He rushes over, takes the bowl away, and worriedly examines her stiff wrist.
"Ella! Why didn't you stop? I just asked for a little help!" he exclaims.
But seeing her blank, apologetic gaze, he quickly puts two and two together.
Being smart and down-to-earth, Trey instantly understands the nature of her magic.
The Aftermath:
He sits her down on a chair, gives her ice for her sore muscles, and pours her some warm milk.
Trey feels terribly guilty.
From that day on, he becomes her "culinary shield."
In the kitchen, he only gives her safe tasks, and his phrasing changes completely: "Ella, if you get tired, you have every right to drop this and go rest, okay?"
🐆Ruggie Bucchi
The Moment:
Leona has ditched practice yet again, and a sweaty Ruggie is trying to gather all the heavy Magift discs scattered across the field by himself.
Noticing Ella walking by, he wipes his brow and shouts pleadingly: "Ella! Do me a favor, gather all these heavy discs and carry them behind me to the dorm, or I'll be stuck here alone until dark!"
Ella catches the first disc, and her body immediately begins gathering the rest at high speed.
She runs after Ruggie to Savanaclaw, hunched over under the weight of the heavy sports gear.
They arrive in the lounge, Ruggie plops into an armchair, and Ella is left standing in the middle of the room, bent in half and gripping the heavy equipment with a death grip.
An hour passes; her knees are shaking from the weight and her fingers are turning blue, but the order to "carry them behind him" (even though he is no longer walking anywhere) has locked her body in that pose.
The Reaction:
Ruggie lazily opens one eye to take a sip of juice and flattens his hyena ears against his head in alarm.
"Hey, hey, why are you standing there like a statue? Drop that on the floor before you break your back!"
Ella's hands instantly release, and the discs scatter across the carpet with a loud clatter. Ruggie blinks in surprise.
He is used to everyone in their dorm being lazy, sneaky, or snapping back, but this silent, terrifying compliance that almost caused an injury catches him completely off guard.
The Aftermath:
Ruggie quickly figures out what's going on. As a street-smart guy, he knows perfectly well how dangerous it is to be too obedient in a harsh place like this.
He snorts, shares his stash of a warm donut with her, and sits her down on the sofa.
"You're a weird one, Ella. Listen up: you can't be this soft-hearted in Night Raven College, or you'll get eaten alive. Let me teach you some loopholes. If someone says 'bring me this,' only bring half, or pretend you lost it on the way. You've gotta learn how to play the system!"
He takes her under his wing and teaches her how to slack off "properly" to protect her from other people's commands.
🐬 Jade Leech
The Moment:
Jade is enthusiastically tending to his favorite terrariums in the botany room.
Noticing Ella dropping by to return a book, he smiles politely and asks her to hold a small glass jar while he repots a rare species of toxic fern.
Stepping away to the sink for a moment, he casually throws out: "Ella-san, please hold it perfectly still and do not move, otherwise the spores might spill."
It was a standard instruction, but when Jade returns, he is met with a startling sight.
A huge stag beetle has landed on Ella and is slowly crawling up her cheek.
She is deathly afraid of insects, and tears of fear are streaming down her face, but she stands completely frozen like a wax figure.
Her arms are extended forward with perfect, terrifying precision, and her fingers grip the glass with a death grip.
She isn't even taking a single breath so as not to move her shoulders.
The Reaction:
Jade's polite mask completely cracks for a split second.
His eyes widen and his signature smirk vanishes.
He instantly flicks the beetle away with his finger, gently takes the jar from her, and commands: "Everything is fine, you may move now!"
Ella immediately gasps for air and collapses onto the nearest chair, burying her face in her hands.
Jade stares at her intently, and the true nature of her "impeccable behavior" finally clicks in his mind.
The Aftermath:
He feels genuinely unsettled that his words almost drove her to a panic attack.
As Azul's vice-housewarden, Jade is used to contracts where everything is carefully balanced by both sides, and this blind, slavish obedience strikes him as an "unfair" violation of that balance.
He pours her a signature soothing herbal tea and offers a long, sincere apology.
Afterward, Jade places her curse under his analytical supervision.
Now, whenever he needs to ask her for something, he writes it down on paper and always adds a clause at the end: "This request is voided in the event of any discomfort to Ella-san."
🐍 Jamil Viper
The Moment:
At a loud party in Scarabia, Kalim beams with happiness and shouts to Ella across the room: "Hey, Ella! Dance with me! And smile, today is a celebration!"
Exhausted after a hard day, she steps into the center of the crowd and starts dancing, forcing a wide, unsettlingly frozen smile.
She dances for one hour, two hours, three hours. Her legs buckle and her face turns pale, but she cannot stop because of Kalim's words.
The Reaction:
Kalim is far too absorbed in the fun, but Jamil—who is trained to analyze people's micro-expressions—instantly notices the anomaly.
He sees her clenched fists and glazed eyes.
Jamil is a master of control and has spent his entire life being forced to obey others; he quickly realizes she isn't moving of her own free will.
The Aftermath:
Jamil smoothly steps forward, catching Kalim by the shoulder.
"Kalim, hold your horses. You're running the prefect ragged."
Jamil turns a cold but understanding gaze toward her and speaks quietly but clearly: "Step back, sit on the sofa, and relax."
The new order overrides the first, and Ella collapses onto the pillows, completely drained.
A silent understanding passes between her and Jamil.
He secretly becomes her main protector in Scarabia, masterfully intercepting and rephrasing any of Kalim's foolish commands before they can lock her body.
🏹 Rook Hunt
The Moment:
Rook runs into Ella in the main hall and, dissatisfied with her posture after a grueling day, exclaims enthusiastically: "My beautiful Trickster! Straighten your back, throw your shoulders back, and freeze for a moment while I praise your hidden beauty!"
Her spine snaps straight, her shoulders pull back, and she turns into a living statue.
Rook begins circling her, gesturing dramatically and reciting poetry in French.
Fifteen minutes pass; all her muscles are cramped and tears are rolling down her face, but she cannot even blink.
The Reaction:
Rook stops mid-sentence when he notices a tear on her face.
His Hunter's eyes instantly read her extreme physical strain.
"Mon Dieu..." he whispers, realizing his poetic outburst has trapped her in a cage. He sharply commands: "At ease, my friend, relax!"
The Aftermath:
Rook is deeply shaken.
To him, as a connoisseur of true beauty and freedom of spirit, this curse is an absolute monstrosity and an act of violence. He takes her under his wing (keeping it a secret from Vil so the housewarden doesn't overload her with training).
Rook starts teaching her "acting skills"—how to make it look like she is following an order while using literal loopholes in the phrasing so she doesn't harm herself.
🤖Ortho Shroud
The Moment:
Ella picks up a repaired tablet from the workshop. Ortho hands it to her with a smile: "Please place your palm against the scanner on my chest and verbally confirm your consent to data processing for the Ignihyde database."
Her hand rises on its own and presses against his metallic armor, and her voice clearly intones: "Consent given."
The Reaction:
Ortho's scanners instantly go haywire. A red warning flashes on his screen: «Warning: Brainwave activity anomaly detected. External mental override. Volitional error.»
Ortho blinks his round indicator-eyes in alarm.
"Oh... Ella? Your vitals indicate that your freedom of choice is locked by a magical code!"
The Aftermath:
Ortho, being an advanced AI, views her curse as a malicious virus—a Trojan horse written into her very soul.
He runs to Idia, and together they build a special gadget for her: a discreet micro-earpiece.
Ortho programs it so that his AI jams any incoming phrases in the imperative mood, translating them into a safe text-like format for her (for example, instead of "Bring me water," she hears "This user wants a drink").
Ortho takes immense pride in "hacking" her magical glitch!
🦇Lilia Vanrouge
The Moment:
At night, Ella is walking down a dark hallway when Lilia suddenly materializes right in front of her nose, hanging upside down in mid-air.
He giggles playfully but notices she is absolutely terrified.
To calm her down, he says softly: "Child, close your eyes, give me your hand, and let me escort you to your bed before Crowley catches you."
Her hand reaches out to him automatically and her eyelids snap shut.
She stands in total darkness, obediently squeezing his cool fingers.
The Reaction:
Lilia is an ancient fae and a war veteran; he recognizes this old magic instantly.
His playful "kind grandpa" smile vanishes for a second, replaced by the serious, profound gaze of a wise mentor.
He understands just how dangerous this gift is.
"Oh, so that's what it is... Poor child," he sighs softly.
The Aftermath:
He carefully leads her back to Ramshackle, allows her to open her eyes, and affectionately ruffles her hair.
Lilia becomes her primary magical guardian.
Since the curse was cast by a fae, Lilia understands its structure better than anyone.
He begins to secretly look after her, helping her find mental loopholes.
Around her, he never uses the imperative mood again.
Additional characters:
♦️ Cater Diamond
The Moment:
Cater is passionately filming a video for his "MagiCam" account.
Seeing Ella walk past, he decides her cute, slightly flustered look would be perfect for his feed.
He rushes over, throws an arm around her shoulders, and laughs: "Oh, Ella-chan! Pose with me for the stream! Make a heart gesture with your hands, smile cutely at the camera, and don't move until I finish the broadcast!"
Cater goes live, talks to his viewers, reads the chat… and gets completely carried away for forty minutes.
The entire time, Ella is stuck with her hands up, her fingers cramping from the forced "heart," and her smile turned into a strained, twitching mask.
Tears stream down her face from the sheer physical tension, but she cannot lower her arms.
The Reaction:
Cater finally ends the stream and turns to her: "Wow, Ella-chan, you stayed in character so well... Wait, are you crying?!"
He panics and drops his phone. Ella manages to wheeze out: "You didn't... close... the broadcast."
(He had only locked his screen, but the app was still running in the background).
Cater frantically shuts down the app completely.
The moment Ella's arms collapse out of pure exhaustion, Cater covers his mouth in absolute horror.
His cheerful, careless mask drops instantly.
The Aftermath:
He feels incredibly shallow and foolish.
Cater immediately orders a mountain of sweets for her via delivery and gently rubs her stiff shoulders himself.
He deletes the video and swears never to use Ella for content again.
Cater becomes her "social shield."
From then on, if anyone tries to drag Ella into a stupid challenge or order her around, Cater turns it into a joke, talks over them, and smoothly guides her away.
🗡Silver Vanrouge
The Moment:
Silver is fighting his usual sudden drowsiness on a park bench.
Noticing Ella coming over to sit in the quiet area, he sleepily murals right before completely passing out: "Ella... It's loud because of the birds. Sit with me until I wake up, guard my sleep so no one comes near..."
And Silver falls into a deep, heavy slumber for three full hours.
A harsh wind kicks up, followed by a pouring rainstorm.
Ella sits on the freezing bench, soaked to the bone and shivering, but the command to "guard him until he wakes up" has literally pinned her to the spot.
She cannot even stand up to put her hood on.
The Reaction:
Silver startles awake as a cold raindrop hits his face.
He opens his eyes and sees a completely drenched Ella sitting right beside him, her teeth chattering violently from the cold.
"Ella?! Why didn't you go under the roof? It's pouring outside!" he gasps, jumping up.
Ella, with her teeth still clicking, replies: "You... told me... to guard you until... you woke up."
The Aftermath:
Silver freezes, his usually calm face warping into an expression of profound shock and guilt.
He immediately strips off his own jacket (which stayed dry thanks to his sleeping posture), gently wraps Ella in it, and carries her in his arms into the warm Diasomnia dorm.
Silver feels deeply ashamed that his weakness almost cost her health.
From that day on, he strictly monitors every single word he says before falling asleep, and he always carries a thermos of hot tea specifically for Ella as a silent apology.
🐬Floyd Leech
The Moment:
Floyd is in a fantastic mood, playfully rocking his chair back and forth in the Mostro Lounge.
He is terribly bored, and the moment he spots Ella, he shouts cheerfully: "O-oh, Shrimp-chan! I'm bored! Come on, hop on one leg around this table and sing some silly song until I get entertained!"
To Floyd, this is just a stupid, momentary whim.
But Ella instantly freezes, pulls one leg up, and begins hopping around the table, singing a children's nursery rhyme.
Half an hour passes.
Ella is completely out of breath and her ankle is throbbing in agony, but Floyd has distracted himself with his phone, texting someone, and has completely forgotten she even exists.
The Reaction:
Someone nearby notes the bizarre scene and alerts Floyd, or his attention randomly snaps back to her. He blinks in surprise, looks over at the devastated Ella, and snaps quickly: "Okay, okay, fine, stop!"
The moment Ella collapses into a chair, panting heavily, Floyd floats over to her. His moody face displays a rare flash of genuine, almost childlike bewilderment.
"Wow... You actually do absolutely EVERYTHING people tell you to? Even something that dumb?"
The Aftermath:
The sight actually creeps Floyd out a bit. He values freedom above all else and only does what he wants, so blind obedience seems deeply unsettling to him.
He feels genuinely bad for "Shrimp-chan."
He brings her a gigantic portion of ice cream and arranges the pillows so her sore leg can rest.
From that day on, Floyd treats protecting Ella as his new favorite game. If any outsider tries to boss her around, Floyd will instantly wrap them in his suffocating embrace: "Hey, Sea Urchin... Why are you giving orders to my Shrimp-chan? Want me to squeeze you right in half?~"
📖(I will be glad if someone makes a full-fledged fanfiction with Ella)
🌀 Headcanons: How the Night Raven College Freshmen React to Ella's Obedience Curse
❤️ Ace Trappola
The Moment:
Ace is trying to skip out on detention with Riddle yet again, and jokingly tosses out to Ella as she walks by:
"Hey, Ella, do my magic homework for me so I don’t die, and I'll copy it tomorrow!"
Ace runs off to hang out, completely forgetting his words.
In the evening, he walks into Ramshackle and finds Ella at the desk.
She is sitting in pitch darkness (the candle burned out long ago), her fingers are cramping from the quill, and her eyes are watering from exhaustion, but she mechanically continues to write the tenth page of complex essays.
The Reaction:
Ace freezes in the doorway, all his cocky attitude evaporating instantly.
He rushes over, forces the quill out of her hands, and panics:
"Ella, are you crazy?! I was just kidding! Can't you take a joke?!"
Seeing her exhausted, magic-locked eyes, it finally clicks that she physically couldn't stop.
His ears turn bright red with shame.
The Aftermath:
He feels like an absolute jerk.
Ace tucks her into bed himself, covers her with a blanket, and sits nearby until morning, gently rubbing her cramped fingers.
From that day on, he mentally slaps himself for every single word he uses in the imperative mood.
If anyone else tries to order Ella around, Ace immediately gets between them with his signature smirk:
"Hey, pal, she’s busy, so why don't you get lost?"
♠️ Deuce Spade
The Moment:
During a practical Alchemy lesson, nothing is working for Deuce.
His cauldron begins to hiss and smoke suspiciously.
Panicking, Deuce shouts to Ella:
"Ella, grab the cauldron and run outside before it blows up, and don't you dare let go of it!"
Ella rushes to the hot cauldron, her hands burning right through the potholders, but she carries it out to the courtyard.
The cauldron hisses, smoke blows right into her face, and she coughs, but the order "not to let go" holds her fingers with a death grip.
Half an hour passes.
The cauldron has long cooled down and stopped smoking, but Ella is still standing in the middle of the courtyard, clutching the dirty pot with tears in her eyes.
The Reaction:
Running outside, Deuce wants to sink through the floor out of sheer horror.
"Ella! Put it down! Drop it right now!" he shouts.
As soon as the order is canceled, Ella drops the cauldron and blows on her burned palms.
Deuce, who used to be a delinquent and is used to solving problems with force, feels his heart clench with pure guilt.
He looks ready to cry.
The Aftermath:
He immediately drags her to the infirmary, bandages her hands himself, and apologizes endlessly, nearly banging his head against the wall.
Deuce takes her curse extremely seriously. For him, protecting her is a matter of honor.
From then on, he speaks to her with utmost politeness and timidity, carefully choosing his words (no imperative mood!).
If Ace ever says something harsh to her by accident, Deuce will immediately grab him by the collar.
🐺 Jack Howl
The Moment:
Jack is training on the stadium's running track.
Seeing Ella come over to clean up the area, he says strictly:
"Hey, the wind blew a bunch of thorny branches here. Clear them off the track with your hands so no one trips, and don't leave until I finish running."
He just wants to clean up, but he goes off on a grueling two-hour run.
Ella starts gathering the branches, scratching her fingers to the point of bleeding on the thorns.
When Jack finishes training two hours later, he sees Ella standing at the finish line, all scratched up and exhausted, but obediently waiting for him to "finish running."
The Reaction:
Jack brakes hard, his wolf tail tucking in fear and his ears standing straight up.
He sees her injured hands and realizes it’s because of his stupid words.
Jack is a guy with a fierce sense of justice, and using someone's weakness like this is disgusting to him, even if he did it accidentally.
"You... why didn't you wear gloves? And why didn't you leave when you were done?" he growls deeply, furious at himself.
The Aftermath:
He gently takes the branches away from her and treats her scratches himself (though he gets incredibly embarrassed, turning his nose away).
Jack categorically forbids himself from giving her any commands.
He becomes her silent bodyguard.
If the Savanaclaw students try to force Ella to carry their heavy equipment during training, Jack will simply stand before them like a massive wall, bare his fangs menacingly, and growl:
"She isn't your servant. Carry it yourselves."
🐊 Sebek Zigvolt
The Moment:
Sebek is on duty, standing guard outside the Diasomnia lounge, boisterously reciting the glorious achievements of Lord Malleus.
Ella walks past, carrying a heavy stack of books for the library.
Annoyed by her "disrespectful" lack of posture, Sebek thunders at the top of his lungs:
"HUMAN! DROP TO ONE KNEE AND BOW BEFORE THE GREATNESS OF LORD MALLEUS LEST YOU LOSE YOUR SENSE OF PROPRIETY!"
Ella, struck by his loud, booming command, instantly drops to her knees on the cold stone floor, bowing her head so low it touches her knees, while the books crash down around her.
The Reaction:
Sebek grins proudly at first, thinking his sheer authority forced the human to bow.
But five minutes pass, ten minutes pass...
Ella hasn't moved an inch.
She is trembling from holding the uncomfortable bow, and her knees are bruised from hitting the stone floor so hard.
Sebek's booming voice hitches.
"Hey! You may stand up now! Stop this foolishness!" he barks.
Ella shakily gets to her feet, rubbing her sore knees.
Sebek blinks, his loud composure completely cracking as he realizes his thunderous shout literally locked her body.
The Aftermath:
For the first time in his life, Sebek lowers his voice to a hushed, horrified whisper.
He picks up the books for her, utterly stunned and feeling an unfamiliar pang of regret.
To Sebek, a true warrior should never use unfair, underhanded magical advantages over an unarmed person.
He escorts her to Ramshackle in total, awkward silence.
From that day on, whenever he is around Ella, he tries so hard to keep his voice down that he sounds hilariously strained, and he strictly uses formal requests rather than commands.
🍎 Epel Felmier
The Moment:
Epel is furious yet again because Vil is forcing him to act like an "elegant prince."
Sitting on the porch, he screams from the bottom of his heart to Ella:
"To hell with all of this! Ella, don't listen to those Pomefiore snobs! Come over here, take this apple, bite into it as loudly as you can, and curse like a country bumpkin with me until we run out of air!"
Caught by the magic, Ella obediently sits next to him, snatches the apple, bites into it noisily, and starts loudly shouting the most colorful country slang and curses she has ever heard.
The Reaction:
Epel is completely stunned at first, and then he breaks into loud, genuine laughter.
But when Ella starts gasping for breath, trying to shout the words without stopping (since the command was "until we run out of air"), Epel panics.
"Whoa, whoa, wait! Take a breath, Ella! Stop it!" he shouts, patting her on the back.
The Aftermath:
When Ella, coughing and laughing, explains what happened, Epel feels an incredible sense of kinship.
He suffers from Vil's control himself, and her curse seems like an even more unfair cage to him.
He treats her to apple juice from his hometown and becomes her fiercely loyal friend.
Now, you two secretly practice finding loopholes together.
Epel helps you brainstorm how to literally twist the meaning of Vil's or other housewardens' orders so you can stay free.
If you can do request could you do something like the prefect was here but with Azul Leona and malleus (hope I spelled that right) pls and thank you also love the rain series one of the best I've seen.
Summary: Signs The Prefect exists in this world
TW: I don't think there are any
Pairings: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader, Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Azul Ashengrotto x Reader, Idia Shroud x Reader, Malleus Dragonia x Reader
A/N: Not super happy with this one, but I gotta get back into writing more (Sorry this took me so long. Literally replying to one of the first few posts I made on my blog like a year later.)
Part 1, Part 2 (You're here!)
It wasn't very often that Riddle drank tea that wasn't made to the Queen of Hearts' standards, but there were a few times he would make exceptions. One of came when he would visit Ramshackle to share tea with The Prefect. Today was one of those days.
The school day was over, and so were club activities, so Riddle allowed himself a rare moment to relax with one of his dearest friends. He was sitting in the lounge of the Ramshackle dorm having tea with you when he noticed it.
You had brewed some tea you probably received from one of your friends belonging to Heartslaybul as the blend was too high of quality to be something you could afford yourself. The tea was served on an antique tray with matching tea ware you found buried deep in the crumbling dorm's basement. Riddle was there when you found the set that had clearly been marked by time; however, looking at the porcelain now, he'd never have guessed it had once been in the sorry condition it was back then.
It wasn't the cleanliness of the tea set that drew his attention so strongly, though he did take a moment to marvel in the lack of even a single dust particle on his cup. No, what he was looking at so intently was a crack in the cup he cradled in his hands. The longer he looked, the more little cracks he noticed.
Little gold lines crept around the porcelain in scraggly lines, highlighting the spots where the delicate material had once broken apart.
The first time Riddle saw this he thought it was odd, to say the least. He could understand why you would fix the cup rather than buying a new one. Your funds were rather limited. What he was confused about was why one would highlight these imperfections.
With each of his visits, he would notice more and more pieces with these gold lined cracks. The saucers, sugar bowl, even the tea pot all had these marks of gold. He had considered asking you about the thought process behind the gold, but ultimately decided against it as he didn't want it to come across as him pointing out a sign of your lack of wealth.
It all came to a head this evening when a small yelp came from where you sat across from him. When he looked up he saw you clutching your cup in one hand and gently holding its now detached handle in the other. Luckily, there didn't appear to be any tea in the cup at the itme of the break at least.
Riddle watched as you sighed and excused yourself briefly to the kitchen, returning with an ancient looking can with a label made unreadable by time. You sat back in your spot. cracked open the can, and dabbed some of its contents on a small brush. You then delicately tapped some of the gold shimmering substance on the sites of the crack and pressed the porcelain back together. You held it there for a moment before eventually letting go and dabbing away any extra glue.
Riddle waited a while after you set he cup aside to finally ask "Would you like me to get you some new glue? The one you're using seems. . .rather old." The boy did his best not to come across as rude, but he still watched your face hesitantly to see if he crossed a line.
He's surprised when shake your head no and explain that the glue was still perfectly fine and food safe. You actually preferred this old glue you found in the basement over any you saw in the shops anyway.
Riddle narrowed his eyes in thought. "Why. . .Why is that?"
You can't help but let out a chime of laughter at his inquiry, only causing his brows to scrunch further. You explain that you like the gold mixed into the glue. It reminds you of a custom you heard of years ago in which people fix cracked pottery with a gold laced bonding substance. The gold would highlight the beauty of the pieces' imperfections. You always thought the custom beautiful, so when you found that old tin of gold laced glue, you were overjoyed.
Riddle's mind was plagued by your explanation for the following days. He had been hesitant of your viewpoint at first, but the longer he thought, the more he began to understand. He remembered his overblot and how, despite his utterly broken state, you still hugged him and held him together, the black ink produced by his magic bleeding onto your clothing and his. He thought about how you spoke to him.
About a week later, on of his favorite cups chipped. He came to you to fix it.
Ramshackle had once been a place for Leona to slink away to for a nap where he wouldn't be disturbed. When you moved in, he stopped going there to take naps for a while as he no longer saw it as a place he wouldn't be bothered. However, after the events with Octavinelle, he realized you wouldn't be the type to bother him or snitch on where he was and started taking naps on the grounds again.
When he finally did return, the landscape was somewhat different. There were still plenty of overgrown areas for him to hide away in, but there were now places in the weeds that had been flattened down like someone had been walking the same path over and over. He chalked it up to a simple animal path at first.
On one especially boring day, he bothered to actually follow the paths. That's when he realized they probably hadn't been made by wild animals. The paths twisted and intersected in a messy pattern, but there was one thing they all had in common. They all led back to Ramshackle dorm.
His suspicions that you and Grim were responsible for the array of drag paths was confirmed one morning when, as always, he was skipping classes and he heard a frantic rustling. He looked up just in time to see you sprinting down one of the paths with Grim on your shoulder. Upon further inspection, the specific path you followed was a shortcut to the school that cut through the dense forest behind your dorm.
On another day, he watched as you trudged along down a path to a nearby creek where you washed some apples you'd picked.
Back to the present, Leona was awoken by the sound of rustling. When he cracked his eyes open, he was met with a now dark sky. He napped longer than he expected, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
Bringing his attention back to the source of the sound, he was met with the sight of you, wrapped in a blanket, walking down one of the paths. And, before he knew it, he was silently following along behind you.
You walked for much longer than usual this time, not stopping until you were deep into the woods. He watched as you walked into a small clearing where, in the middle, there was a large tree. You said out the blanket and just sat.
He wasn't sure how long he had been watching you for when he finally snapped out of his daze, just that it had been entirely too long. Before he stood to sneak back off, he decided to take one last look in your direction. He did so just in time to catch the shimmer of moonlight shining through. . .a tear?
Guess you didn't want to wake Grim with your crying.
Azul had once asked to borrow a book from you that you'd been given for free when Sam was clearing out deadstock in the mystery shop. You'd happily agreed, wanting someone else to read the book so you could discuss it with them.
You had gotten the book to him promptly, but he didn't end up getting the change the actually start reading it until around a week later.
The first thing he saw was you and Grim's names written inside the cover. He acknowledged it briefly, but quickly moved on as it wasn't anything that unusual to see in a book cover.
Then came the highlighter. It started with just a few lines here and there, but the further he read, the more the pages began to look like neon signs. Beside some of the highlighted regions there were words scrawled onto the page in ink that did not match the publisher's. When there was no more space in the margins, he'd find a sticky note tacked to the page.
When he finished each chapter he would find a review of it written on the filler space and sometimes even a little drawing of a scene in the chapter he just read to accompany it.
Between the pages, tucked close to the seam, he found various specks of paint that matched the color of the coffee table in Ramshackle's lounge suspiciously well.
If he picked up the book carelessly, he'd often times be met with a small shower of pressed leaves falling from in between the pages.
He felt a bit like he was invading your privacy when he read your annotations, but he couldn't help it. When he got curious and read the first one, he realized he enjoyed seeing your thoughts on the text. Before he knew it, he was looking forward to reading the next note you left. He found himself scanning for your input when he would come across a line that stood out to him.
When he got to the very end of the book, he was met with a sight that made him pause. On the inside of the back cover, he found a photo. It was a picture of you and grim. On the back of it there was a date and a short note.
Idia avoided going out as much as he could, but despite that, there were things even he noticed. The main thing was the stitching.
You had come over to his dorm one evening to play games with him and noticed he had a small tear in the sleeve of his favorite hoodie. Without hesitation, you offered to mend it for him. It took a bit of convincing, but you had eventually gotten him to agree to let you fix it for him.
Your needle work was just a bit sloppy, but certainly neater than anything he could ever do.
Sometimes, when he'd zone out, he'd find himself idly tracing the stitched you sewed into his sleeve.
It was this incident that got him to start noticing the miscolored stitches on your own clothes. He knew for a fact that you could mend something without the needle work being visible from the outside (his hoodie was proof), so that led him to believe that you made it so your mismatch stitches were visible on purpose. As for why, he wasn't sure.
He tried to come up with an explanation on his own, and he eventually settled on the idea that you must just like the way the stitches looked. And, he turned out to be correct.
At some point, he just asked you outright and you responded that when you saw stitched that you yourself sewed into something it made you oddly happy.
He understood to a degree.
The next time he got a tear in his hoodie, he wasn't brave enough to ask you to mend it, but when you offered, he did ask that you make the stitches visable.
He didn't get the same joy you did, seeing the exposed stitches. He wasn't the one who put them there after all. However, he did get a sense if joy when he remembered your clothes held the same stitches and knowing you matched.
What Malleus noticed wasn't physical, but it was just as long lasting.
As long as Malleus could remember, he was always pretty alone. Of course, there were his grandmother, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but other than them, everyone always seemed to avoid him. Because of that, there was always a certain weight to his heart. That was, until you came along.
Malleus grew attached rather quickly after your first meeting in which you didn't run away screaming. It only got worse from there.
Every time Malleus thought he got a glimpse of his Child of Man he would immediately perk up. If it was actually you, he would suddenly teleport to your side with a pleasant smile. The first few times this happened you nearly had a heart attack. He's more like Lilia than most realize.
It wasn't only the sight of you that lifted Malleus' mood. Anytime the dragon fae saw one of your friends or grim, anytime he saw your favorite flower, when he was reading a book he thought you'd like, just about anything actually.
It started with just you, but then you began integrating him into your friend groups. He started meeting people and having an easier time doing so. Malleus was making friends and expanding his world from the tiny one he previously lived in.
Malleus didn't realize the change in himself until his grandmother pointed it during one of his visits home.
"You seem. . .happier." She commented at the sight of Malleus faintly smiling at a textbook he'd let you borrow a few weeks ago. You had returned it with little doodles littered inside.
"Do I?"
"I can sense a lightness to you that wasn't there before. I see your world has finally expanded."
That's what really got Malleus thinking.
You were a mortal who was never even supposed to meet him in the first place. Never supposed to come to his school, never even supposed to exist in this world. And yet, he dreaded to imagine a world in which you had not left the deep marks on his life that you did. Directly or indirectly, you expanded his world.
The new summer birthday boy color scheme makes me hungry… I think of 🍋 lemons 🍋 and 🫐 blueberries 🫐 🤤
I apologize if this one seems a little rushed; I wrote this while hurriedly preparing for another trip + I’m still dealing with recent events.
Let them eat cake.
Like a single white rose in a field of red ones, Deuce stuck out like a sore thumb in that sewing room. Rifling through racks of jackets and boxes of jewelry, face affixed in awe. He’s stumbled into a forest where the leaves are unknown fabrics and the fruits are pearlescent spheres on strings. A boy lost, like a newborn chick stumbling through life, unsure of which way was what.
You sighed, and decided you give him a nudge, peeling articles of clothing off the racks and handing them to Deuce. A periwinkle dress shirt, a white vest and slacks, pearls, a sheer lace blazer…
“It’s like a magic spell,” you told him. “Cast it, and you can transform into an entirely new person. Delinquent to honors student. Worn-out soles to sparkling slippers.”
The Deuce standing before the full-length mirror barely recognized himself. Eyes swollen with wide with surprise, he nervously fiddled with his lapels and adjusted his corsage—a piece styled to resemble jelly. Every bit as awkward and as earnest as he had been the first day you’d met.
“I’m not sure if this suits me,” he sighed then. “I’m more comfortable with a pair of sneakers than dressy shoes.”
You thought of a girl in glass heels, groggily flitting to you like the dregs of a dream otherwise long forgotten. Did she, too, stumble in them upon her first steps?
“It might take you a while to break the new shoes in. How about we take a walk along the beach so you can get used to them?”
He brightened instantly. “Let's! The sand puts up good resistance to shoes. It'd be great for power training."
And so he had been set loose on the world. Shading your eyes and casting them along the shoreline, you followed Deuce kicking up clouds of sand on his new soles. Wind blasting his face, his determined battle cry carrying across the sea.
The exercise seemed to energize him--by the time he sat down for dessert, his face was alight. So wild, so free. Unconfined.
He sparkles like those slippers from your dreams. Partly from sweat, partly from excitement. (You had helped him fix his hair—which he had slicked up for the occasion—post-workout.
"Phew!” Deuce huffs, retrieving a silver spoon laid out before him. “Running always make me hungry. I can’t wait to dig in.”
His brandy glass is bisected by a stripe of milk pudding, blue jelly cubes and sliced fruits swimming in a sea of soda. It looks like someone bottled the sea.
In goes the head of his spoon, scooping up a generous amount. Deuce inhales the whole bite, the ends of his mouth curling into a grin. He produces a muffled sound of satisfaction.
“Mmmm! This is super refreshing. It hits the spot on a hot day.”
“I’m glad you like it so much.”
Deuce jolts in his seat, like it has suddenly occurred to him that he has made a faux pas. “Gah, sorry! That was impolite, wasn’t it? I… I should’ve waited for you to taste it first instead of charging ahead.”
“I don’t mind. I wasn’t the one sprinting on the beach. You need to replenish your energy,” you reply, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You say that, but… Aren’t you going to try your cider jelly? I feel bad eating by myself.”
“I’m getting to it.” You casually stir your dessert, the fruit and gelatinous cubes sloshing together along the inside of your glass. “I was just thinking...
“Those clothes—” Your eyes flick up and down. “—they suit you well. Very well, actually."
“D-Do they?” He sits up straighter, and it reminds you of a golden retriever. Bright-eyed and eager to please. If Deuce had a tail, he would most certainly be wagging it. "Do you really think so?!"
“Yeah. Took some time to get used to it, but you grew into them.” You incline your head. “You’re very handsome.”
“H—?!” Deuce makes a noise like all the air has been forcibly sucked out of his lungs. “Wh-What do you mean by that?!”
“I mean exactly what I said,” you say simply, as easily as one might go about telling someone else about your daily chores. “But that’s enough of that. You’re hungry after your run, right? We’d better pack away at the free all-you-can-eat dessert.”
“H-Hey, you can’t just drop something like that and then move on from it!” Deuce rises and slams both hands on the table. “You can trust me with it! Honors student’s… uh, honor!”
“Maybe when you’ve matured a little more and the thought’s had more time to marinate.”
His brows turn down, the peacock blue of his irises darkening, turning serious. Deuce collides a fist into an open palm. “Gotcha! Watch me, then. I’ll mature so fast, you won’t even know what hit you! Then you’ll have to tell me.”
You laugh softly. “Alright, it’s a promise.”
Happy birthday, Deuce. Whether you’re in worn soles or brand-new glass ones… You’re always shining.
Cleaner shrimp anon here again with more stuff!
-Before Jamil makes his intentions known, Darling assumes *Kalim* is Jamil's darling, given how much the guy fuses over him and controls him. Poor Jamil can't catch a break, especially when right before his overblot Darling acuses his of being a terrible yandere to his darling (making Kalim drop out with hypnosis)
-Silver keeps hopping into Darling's dreams, and if there are other yanderes in the dream... well, they don't stay long. He just makes sure he gets rid of them "off-screen" so we don't suffer from a 'nightmare"
-Idia geeking out after seeing Maleus' CLASSIC tamagochi, begins to despair when Maleus spends time with Darling using it. Damn it, if only he could get his hands on a cult-classic like that Darling would spend time playing with him too! (not how that works buddy)
-Knowing how much Leona likes ancient texts, Lilia makes it a point to borrow books like that from Briar Valley and read them where the lion can see, knowing the man has too much pride to ever ask for them. It's revenge for the Spelldrive incident. And also from spite cause' of Leona's pining for Darling.
-Lowkey battle between VIl trying to get Darling to eat all overly-healthy, and Heartslabyul boys all trying to get Darling into sweets. Includes a lot of verbal trashing from both sides, coercion of the Darling, and Leona+Ruggie pissing both sides off by slipping Darling meat (that much is not healthy! and they won't have room for sweets)
-To add to last point, after they find out how Idia is eating, they all reach a secret agreement that none of them will EVER let that man kidnap Darling. Good lord the living conditions- (Ortho is annoyed after overhearing, but can't exactly defend his brother in this regard)
-Silver asks Vorpal (Riddle's horse) to sabotage Riddle if he tries to take Darling on any romantic horse rides. Vorpal is, understandably, very torn about it (the pormise of all the great snacks... but Riddle is his rider!)
-Darling weaponises Lilia's gifts of "baked goods" by feeding them to the yanderes who annoy them, if they're withing shove-in-the-mouth distance.
-Jamil makes an allience with Ruggie: he can't exactly kidnap his Darling into his family home, on account of Kalim, so he plans to escape and settle in SunsetSavanna slums with Darling, and share with Ruggie in exchange for help with the whole kindapping and escaping and then living there (of course, both actually plan to backstab the other)
I love you and all you do for this world (aka my delusions)
Something I wish was mentioned more was the fact that Rook had difficulty expressing emotions in his childhood UNTIL he cried after watching Neige’s performance. Even in his Ch. 7 dream, Savanaclaw! Rook speaks very quickly, almost monotone compared to the Rook we know, and drops a lot of flowery language/expressions. Maybe I’m self-projecting but I really like the idea of Rook filtering what expressions he’s willing to show us, and some parts of it being learned instead of just “natural”. Kinda like how you can condition certain habits/facial expressions after enough time until it turns unconscious. I doubt Rook isn’t a deep character when he literally dislikes people digging into his private life… Like what do you have to hide? I still headcanon that to some extent, Rook amps up his eccentricities so his blabber can act as a red-herring OR his weirdness will ward people off from getting too close. He’s allowed to know you, but you can’t know him.
