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જ⁀➴ Synopsis: making gingerbread houses with the guys can go really good or….really bad
˚₊‧꒰ა A/N: all characters
started off good, but it went downhill: he swears he doesn’t know what went wrong. At first he was doing great; his walls were set up, and all he had to add was the roof before everything collapsed. Tries to add more frosting and ends up getting it on his fingers. Lowkey would steal others' icing to add more to his (this is Jade and Epel).
— Epel, Deuce, Jade
literally failing: it’s a mess. The icing is scattered everywhere on the gingerbread so that it looks like graffiti is on the walls. The roof is broken inside the house, and the sprinkles and gummy candy are scattered throughout the table. His first mess-up was putting thick layers of icing and not letting it cool.
— Floyd, Malleus, Ace
is actually succeeding: has everything prepared. The sprinkles and gummy candy are in little cases; he’s started decorating before he even glues the pieces together, leaving him with more control to decorate as he pleases. It’s cute seeing him so focused on something that’s just supposed to be a silly activity. Surprisingly, has a standing house, with even fake snow and a tree added in the front.
— Riddle, Idia, Lilia, Jack
steady builder and supporter: he finished making his house first. He worked effectively, and with his free time has been helping others with their houses because they need it. Would prefer not to eat his house, and maybe save it for a party.
— Rook, Trey, Jamil , Azul
gets distracted: would have succeeded if he wasn’t so distracted. He was devoted at first, but between looking at others' houses, talking, and taking selfies, the clock was ticking, and he didn’t have much time. He ultimately ends up with a half-finished house and candies in his mouth.
— Kalim, Silver (he’s too sleepy), Cater, Scarabia student B
eating as he goes: part of the succeeding group; his gingerbread house is standing up strong and stable and has not fallen once. However, it’s basically naked because he’s been eating the candies that are supposed to go on top of it. I mean, in his defense, you are basically giving out free candy; the gingerbread is just not as tasty.
— Ruggie, Grim
treats it like a competition: “We’re not friends; this is a competition.” That’s literally his motto for this. Now part of him may not care, but he can’t help his competitive streak shining. He’s either playfully competing or acting boastful and thinking everyone wants a gingerbread house like his.
notes ; i should make an ethnicity hc list soon because i ran out of thanksgiving food and started using other food </3
HEARTSLABYUL
riddle rosehearts
hosts the function and administers all the wishlist templates so he knows what to get everyone for christmas
catalogues everyone's allergies weeks before thanksgiving so no food related incidents occur (some people bypass his regulations anyway... looks at jade)
runs that damn table like a military. whoever breaks his carefully curated rules (for safety) gets sent to the kiddie table. ace was immediately exiled.
trey clover
takes care of the desserts, which is a given, and spends most of the event in the kitchen baking
PERFECTLY times everything, no food was burnt or undercooked
his glasses fell into the oven one year so ever since then he got one of those rubber chains specifically for when he bakes so it doesn't happen again and set him behind schedule
cater diamond
takes really nice pictures of all the food and somehow gets everyone in frame perfectly for the group photo. everyone is then added to a groupchat so he can send everything since most ask for the pictures he took for memories
asked to help with the food prep but gets someone else to do it simply because he isn't interested in watching the oven
brought garlic bread
ace trappola
came an hour late and was outside the entire time playing sports or doing stupid challenges that cater films for big views. he comes back inside caked with dirt. anyways he's belting mariah carey in karaoke
he was caught by riddle eating early which is why he was then exiled
brought sinigang and rice to the function
deuce spade
asked his mom for help in delivering snacks
trying to be the mediator and dissuading ace from climbing the neighbor's fence, but then a ball or a similar projectile is then launched into the neighbors yard in which he has to go knocking on their door and ask for it back
brought soda and kimbap he made himself since he felt bad asking his mom for more help
SAVANACLAW
leona kingscholar
didn't even remember to bring food since he voluntarily slept in so he tagged along with ruggie and carried half his food to pretend like he did
sits on his ass watching TV in the living room until it's time for the actual dinner. he takes a nap during the karaoke somehow even though the volume's cranked up
ruggie bucchi
brings cheap 3-dollar 10 pack sugar cookies and sandwiches
takes home all the leftovers once the event's over
hoards food and takes a few of the pastries left out to cool, stashing them under the couch until it's time to clean up. ruggie then hides them underneath his suspiciously large coat.
jack howl
the first one there. on-time, that is.
used to helping his mom with thanksgiving so he's in the kitchen with trey helping with food prep basting the ham every few minutes, keeping an eye on the turkey, etc. he was put on green bean duty i will not elaborate until later
brought pineapple, which was then put on the ham
OCTAVINELLE
azul ashengrotto
writes money on his wishlist and takes a peek at everyone else's so he could figure out the cheapest possible alternatives to ensure he profits more than loses money when he gets presents back
looks really awkward in the group photo cater took since he's not used to actively participating in them
brought corn in a can
jade leech
absolutely destroys at least 3 plates before he was forcefully cut off out of concern
knowing everyone's interests, he purposely incites arguments during dinner and watches everyone squabble over meaningless opinions
brought "special tea"
floyd leech
kitchen duty. halfway through preparing green beans he got so bored jack was put in as his replacement. do not task floyd to watch the turkey it will burn unless he's unnecessarily locked in on it.
the one that dares ace to do really stupid shit and then proceeded to leave him in a tree (long story) saying he'll get him help later but forgot
brought pamonha
SCARABIA
jamil viper
kitchen duty you know it gang
sprays down the entire kitchen with raid upon spotting a fly floating around one of the pastries. refused to touch any of the pastries at dinner ever since spotting that bug.
he didn't bring anything but he was cooking so it's okay
kalim al-asim
accidentally choked on the food and jamil almost had a fucking heart attack
locked in on karaoke (somehow procured a single drum and added percussion to the songs performed)
brought crackers and coconut water
POMEFIORE
vil schoenheit
begins a short marathon with his own movies while waiting for dinner before karaoke began. surprisingly or unsurprisingly he absolutely killed it
usually never allows cheat days but made an exception for thanksgiving. he still stuck to mainly healthy dishes though
brought potato salad and mashed potatoes
rook hunt
came early and brought the actual turkey he caught himself
stayed outside majority of the time considering his keen sense of smell would be overwhelmed by everything in the kitchen, so he preferred to take it in from a distance
did not touch the green beans since they were cooked with garlic
epel felmier
outside. roughhoused with ace and also came back in all dirty, in which vil was quite displeased
got bored at the table and started pushing around his food to make drawings
epel's grandma helped bake some apple pie so that's what he brought to the function
IGNIHYDE
idia shroud
stood by the door for a very long time overthinking before finally mustering up the courage to knock
sat in the corner the entire time playing games until dinner, where he took the strategic spot where nobody would talk to him
brought a variety of chips
ortho shroud
forces idia to participate in the dinner conversation and takes note of some of the subjects to deduce what everyone's interested in talking about
can't exactly eat the food, so he gives his portion to his brother
brought tiropita
DIASOMNIA
malleus draconia
forgot to invite him
lilia vanrouge
banned from the kitchen and was distracted from ever stepping foot in it, thus supervising the 'kids' (first years). everyone leaves with licorice candy and 5 bucks.
bargained with ruggie for leftovers
brought his own special stew that nobody touched
sebek zigvolt
mourned malleus's missed invitation and almost didn't attend because malleus didn't
helped with setting the table, arriving relatively early to move the dining table around along with all the chairs considering his strength
brought česnečka
silver
fell asleep on the couch right next to leona and missed dinner. woke up with a blanket draped over him late into the night well after everyone already went home. lilia saved him a plate.
got there early to help with dinner preparations and surprisingly stayed awake for a good portion of the event... however, the warmth of inside compared to the now chilly outside made him sleepy
had a smaller thanksgiving with lilia, sebek, and malleus to make up for the one he slept through and the one malleus didn't go to
brought risotto that went cold
RAMSHACKLE
grim
slipped into the kitchen to 'taste test' before he was shooed out with jamil armed with a broom
had a plate stacked with at least one of everything except the suspicious stew
brought out the special fancy tuna but ate it all himself
yuu
tried to convince ace that they can catch him from the tree if he just jumped (he doesn't trust that). also tried to climb the fence.
convinced everyone to admit what they were thankful for,, which is the point of the entire thing but everyone's only there for the free food
took home some food snuck from ruggie's smuggling for the ghosts even though they can't eat it, they still have a small thanksgiving together as well
notes ; self indulgent because i'm tired of the recycled "he falls asleep on your shoulder" ,,, also does?? does silver have a phone????
if you have longer hair, he likes to braid it - it keeps him awake and he likes the feeling of running his fingers through it. he'd probably let you do the same for him, but then again he'd end up falling asleep because it feels so nice
silver subconsciously trails you to make sure there's no "threats" to your safety, but he really just enjoys your presence. his love language is quality time and acts of service, even though he doesn't consider himself the best company with how quiet he is
despite his reticent tendencies, he's an attentive listener and mentally catalogues all your interests and recommendations. when you're out on dates, he points out things he thinks you might like or are part of your special interest
speaking of dates, he likes those kinds of outings where you do a shared hobby ie pottery or painting
the type of guy to give you his jacket when it's cold out, open the door for you, and hold out his hand for you when you're stepping over something
very princely and polite that's kind of a given
pre-relationship, i'd have to imagine you have to be incredibly direct for him to get any hint that you're romantically interested in him
asks lilia for relationship advice which leads to some very archaic courting methods like attempting to serenade your window at night with flowers (in which sebek was roped into it)
speaking of lilia, hearing about his son's relationship he probably prepares food for you both to share in which silver tosses out for your sake (he feels incredibly bad, but would feel worse if you got sick)
silver would try to learn how to cook your favorite food, but would end up burning it from falling asleep mid-task
he's a really good texter despite not being used to technology, considering he doesn't know how to turn silent mode on and is immediately alerted of notifications you send. the only apps he has are the ones you convinced him to get and the system apps.
silver falls asleep on call more often than not
on co-op games (minecraft for example), he likes to collect flowers in your favorite color and clear out the land around your house to surround it in them
probably dates to marry but should you break up he respects your decision,, however he doesn't move on for a long time since he's torn between yearning and letting you go
anyways
THIS MAN IS A YEARNER!!
silver writes you letters before even considering phone numbers to be a possibility since he forgets he even has a phone half the time, but since numbers were exchanged he's been more attentive to charging his phone because he doesn't wanna miss any important texts from you (all of them are important to him)
any response you write back is perfectly preserved in a binder dedicated to you and your notes, even random doodles you might give him
he sets his alarm to your voice
silver leaves little gifts for you on days you don't spend much time together but here's the catch - his animal friends deliver them,, so if you're hanging out with someone else, a bird might come by and drop a small bag of your favorite snacks near you
there might've been a bear incident once
it's fine if you don't like animals (so long as you don't go out of your way to hurt them, but why would you do that in the first place), silver makes sure they don't bother you ESPECIALLY if you're allergic
if you participate in any sports or extracurriculars with performances he'll attend every single one of your practices, games, or recitals
silver admires your talent and interest in said sport or extracurricular, and tries to pick up lingo from the field to better relate to anything you rant about
"that was a wonderful goal you made." "silver i play tennis."
he loves and cherishes you that's all i got to say
note ; old work because i need to have content in my acc but unfortunately you get 469 words of silver thirsting in the perspective of yuu inspired by his PE card
tags ; silver/male yuu, spoiler free but it's not like that really matters so... RAHHH IMPOSES MY SILVER HCS ON YOU!!!!
Yuu considered himself to be a very demure, upstanding citizen that didn't spare any vulgarity, unlike some of his more indecent and uncouth classmates (see example Ace Trappola). That was until a certain silver-haired boy came into the equation, because whoo boy did he have some choice words for that ass.
Because Silver does indeed have a nice ass but you honestly never heard it from Yuu.
Nice everything, really. It was like whatever God out there had a little human passion project and sculpted his features adoringly, with care in each lash molded in their hands and within every gentle brush of ivory hair sweeping over furrowed brows. Sevens, who thought it a good idea to let him walk out in broad daylight to be ogled???
Perhaps Yuu was a pervert at heart. And suddenly, he could relate very easily to his less than savory classmates since he could apparently barely keep it in his pants at the very sight of his upperclassman.
He's cooked.
Case number one and the ONLY case; Silver InsertLastName's Very Nice Forearms.
Last week, Yuu was carrying some books back to his decrepit dormitory for some required reading in Professor Trein's class since the almighty Sevens know Grim definitely wouldn't do it, when he bumped into a firm wall. Or what he thought to be a wall, but was really a disoriented Silver who'd recently come to after an unprecedented nap near the back of the library. He helps him up, and what does little Yuu graciously get an eyeful of?
Silver's arms. His sleeves were rolled up, framing some- as stated before- incredibly nice forearms, the fabric straining against the muscle as he pushed himself up from the carpeted floor. His radius flexes, sunkissed skin with a single pale scar running from his elbow to his inner wrist. Yuu was suddenly struck with the urge to drop back to his knees and drag his tongue against that scar, kiss every freckle, and beg for Silver to execute him for the audacity.
"Are you alright…?" That sleep-rough voice asked, hand still offered to help him up. Yuu sputters, grappling for his books and shouldering them all in one arm before he grabs Silver's hand. It was firm in his grasp, warm and rough with callouses from the older's training.
"Arm- Alright! Yes, I'm okay!" Yuu laughs nervously, eyes flicking between Silver's rolled sleeves and his face. And Sevens, his face- ivory lashes caging twilight hues, gazing curiously into his own earthy irises. Good lord. Yuu needed to flee before he died of a heart attack.
"I'm glad," Silver remarks, scratching his cheek. "Apologies. I wasn't looking where I was going."
He barely finished his sentence before Yuu ran away (fled like a maiden), leaving behind a very confused Silver.
"I want you, I want you, it's like my IQ's going down"
TW: decapitation mention, religious themes?? sorta??
Current Alias
Hanakoto Y/N
Finishing the now cold remains of your mashed potatoes and steak you get up. Bumping into a student walking behind you, they offer their apologies first, a low voice that you'd expect from an grown adult not a teen. "My apologies child" was all he said as he walked away. Staring as he walked away you couldn't help but feel a twinge of familiarity radiating from him.
You’re unsure why you returned to school, back in your mortal days it was pure hell for you. It wasn’t difficult by any means, but certain subjects had a way of making you feel so hopelessly stupid that you considered just giving up on everything together. Gradually, nothing seemed interesting anymore, slipping into eternal sleep seemed so inviting. Much more so than the hours of work that you hated yourself for not being able to finish. You hated yourself for not being able to finish a simple worksheet, it should’ve been easy, you started it but now you’d have to finish it. But it wasn’t easy, it was a struggle to even look at the paper, your own disappointed voice in your head chastising you relentlessly.
Gradually, everything got to be too much. And honestly, you stopped giving a fuck the day you challenged that god. Praying to an all-knowing being that you weren’t even sure really existed anymore. Your family was particularly religious, putting their faith in a god that you too believed wholeheartedly in your youth. You knew that you shouldn’t pray for yourself, yet you still did.
Your faith was shaken roughly after a dear friend of yours was struck with a sickness. You prayed day and night, begging your family’s almighty god for some sort of relief for them. Anything to ease their pain, anything to ensure their survival. Your poor friend who’s only sin was being too kind to stray animals. You offered up your sweets as a penance to perhaps appeal to this god’s mercy. One day, they actually appeared back at school, no longer bound to their wheelchair. It was a miracle, perhaps all your prayers and sacrifices worked, perhaps the god was moved by the prayers of their devoted follower.
They were buried just a week later.
That was the beginning of this god’s fall from grace in your mind. Your teenage years were full of suppressed rage, each time you tried to express your feelings your parents shut you down and handed you tools to work in the fields. That did help, but you ended up ruining the fields in your anger, and your parents decided it best for them to have you take walks instead. Walks were nice, they offered some sort of solace for your bottled emotions. Occasionally, along the shores, you’d find some merperson that had swam too far from their home. Sometimes they’d tempt you down to the watery depths with their songs, and other times they were simply curious about humans. Both were better than being home, in your mind.
The diaries that belonged to you as a child were thrown out, further cementing your disbelief in this god that you had so fondly worshipped. You hated each page, you hated your younger self for being so fucking naive, you hated that god. You found a particularly bright colored diary that reappeared in your shelves. It was your favorite, a special book handed down from your mother, it bore a smooth dull red cover, still had some of her notes written down in her neat handwriting. You almost laughed at yourself when you read it again, swearing was so forbidden in your household, however did little you write ‘shut up’ without a care in the world.
Into the trash it went, for a second time, it was probably possessed or something. There went another piece of your past that you so fervently hated. The horrible grammar, the shitty drawings, that ‘unshakable’ belief, you didn’t realize it was possible to hate something so much. You bought more journals as the centuries passed, and decided to not throw out anymore, lest that force that brought your red one back from the trash struck again.
Then the worst drought in a centuries time struck your village with a vengeance. Usually, you’d read in history books that you stole from your brother, that your village would sacrifice a young maiden or child. To appease the gods and beg them for rain. The willing sacrifice would be led to a quiet place in the cliffs, then they would pray that their life would help pave the way for the new lives that the rain would nourish. Then came the gruesome part, they were usually drugged, their head chopped off and placed on a stone for the gods. The body was buried on the mountain, and then they would pray again.
You do wonder why after your challenge your village was hit with rain enough to replenish the river that had long run dry. Perhaps the gods looked with favor upon your foolish endeavor. Perhaps they decided to further prove your demise.
You were currently preoccupied with completing the work of a student whom you shared classes with that didn’t seem particularly interested in completing today’s classwork. You sent them a short summary of how you completed the work and they paid you decently. You felt like those tutors that you’d see in the windows of the rich families of your town. Helping the kids learn their school and life skills. All things their parents were too busy to teach them.
You recognized the student in front of you, that deep-voiced boy from lunch. Purposely bumping into him you drop one of your books, “Oh no my books!” You mutter and bend down to pick it up, noticing that he does the same. You meet his eyes, round and scarlet.
They seemed so familiar…
Wait…
That fae…
What the hell was he doing here?
“Have we met before? Once upon a dream perhaps?” He breaks the silence with a cheerful grin. Glaring into his eyes, you attempt to fish out any information about him. "Who the hell are you?" you stare incredulously. He senses your suspicion "Ah, I haven't introduced myself havent I? I'm Lilia Vanrouge, Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. Pleasure to meet you!" he extends his gloved hand out. And you take it cautiously, shaking it slowly. Then you pull your hand away.
"You" the word slips from your lips before you register it.
"Ah, so we have met before" he mutters softly, taking note of your glare.
You stand up slowly "Lilia..." you say it as you rise, something about his name strikes a familiar chord in your memory. "your name doesn't seem familiar but you do" you add cautiously. What if he takes you for some rando stalker or something of the sort? he pauses and continues "You seem familiar to me as well..." he takes a long silent pause "Ell... is that you?". You throw a hand over his mouth "It's not Ell anymore, it's Hanakoto, don't forget that... and wait, how do you know my name?" you hiss. "Ah, Hanakoto, do you mind if we continue this er… reunion back at Diasomnia? Classes should be starting again soon, and I’d hate for you to be tardy cause of little ‘ol me”. Lilia gives you one last smile before vanishing into thin air, your schoolbook in hand.
Damn him, wait, why would he need your schoolbook? Oh, for a bribe, so that you couldn’t refuse his offer…
He was more conniving than you gave him credit for… damn bastard.
You finished your school day without much fanfare, as usual. You stood in the Mirror Room, approaching the mirror with the emblem of Diasomnia above it. Lilia, such a floral name for hardened warrior. Well, at least you knew it now. That explained his past distaste for the lilies that you occasionally grew to sell.
Diasomnia was the equivalent of a gothic castle if you’ve ever seen one. If you were a weaker soul perhaps, maybe the very sight if it would have you shaking in fear. Though you thought it to be too much. In any case, this was your destination. You walked the long and rather thin path that led to the dorm's great black doors. Pushing them open with a heave you were greeted by the sight of an annoying freshman who you recognized from the Orientation, Sebek Zigvolt if you recalled correctly. A loud boy, with a lean build, bright green gelled back hair and golden eyes with slit pupils. He was missing the common features of a Zigvolt though, where were his scales? He must be a half blood then, you decided silently as he greeted you with a shout. You were expecting him to spout off something about humans in disdain. But surprisingly he welcomed you, "Welcome to Diasomnia!" you muster a reply "Hello, Zigvolt...".
You follow him into the dorm's lounge, "I do not know what Master Lilia sees in a human like you. But if he specifically invites you to Diasomnia, I will do my best to treat you like a guest!". He shouts, much to your dismay. Sure, go ahead and announce me being here to everyone you sigh inwardly. Taking a seat on the plush black couches of the dorm's lounge, you two wait for Lilia to make his appearance. Now that you thought about it, it had been a while since you had last seen a member of the Zigvolt clan, last member you had seen was Baur. He was a soldier under Lilia back then or something, you never really cared to learn about him. This boy wasn't a full fae, so perhaps he was a grandson or great-grandson, the hatred the fae held towards the humans made the thought seem impossible in your mind. Perhaps it had been healed by centuries after? In any case you were here to see Lilia, not ponder about the racial tensions between humans and fae.
Lilia himself decides to appear right next to you, making his presence known with a bright 'Well hello there!'. Sebek stiffens at the sight of his Vice Housewarden. "Master Lilia! Thank you for gracing us with your presence!" you give him a small hesitant wave and place your hands onto your lap. "Whats with the sullen face?? Don't you miss me El-er Hanakoto?" he corrects himself mid-sentence after remembering the underclassman's presence. "Eh, not really" you admit honestly, "How dare you be so curt when Master Lilia is speaking to you human!" Sebek cried. "He's your master not mine" you lean back against the couch, "Tis quite alright Sebek, Hanakoto and I are acquainted" Lilia smiles. He processes this new information and mutters an apology. The elder fae waves a hand in a shooing motion, "No need to apologize, I'm sure that Hanakoto has taken no offense" you nod in agreement, "I really don't give a fuck".
“Well, now that you’re here, why don’t we discuss some things in private? I’ve been meaning to talk to you” Lilia smiles. You throw him an incredulous stare, “You are aware how that sounds right?” He returns with an innocent look “Nope!” and grabs your hand, teleporting the two of you to his room.
You followed Lilia into his room, "What the fuck??" you mutter as your eyes trail around, observing clothes and objects that were hurriedly shoved into drawer shelves. "Ah, well, I didn't have much time to clean up" he chuckles "Silly me". Lilia's room is a random ass assortment of items you presumed he collected from after you met. A guitar on the bed, a spare jacket and shirt tossed over the wardrobe's open door. "How did you go from only owning the clothes on your back to some grandpa with a hoarding issue?" you groan in disbelief. "That, Hanakoto, is a story for another day". "How has time been treating you?" he sighs with an air that you can't decide if it's playfulness or genuine curiosity. "Same as always" you admit. Lilia snaps his fingers and summons a rather elegant teapot and two teacups.
You hesitantly take the cup of tea that was oh so generously offered to you. The distinct aroma of oranges and cardamom filled your senses as you brought the cup to your lips. "Have you a family yet?" he asks the question carefully to which you shake your head, "Nah, the only family I had are dead and gone". Your eyes look up from the cup, "You?" he sighs wistfully, "I do, I have a son...". He says the word 'son' with such love you were almost jealous of this random child. "Gods, I feel ancient" you tease. "You're much older than me after all" he grins, before his lips fall into a frown "I missed you, Ell, I thought that you left me...". Lilia's words run a knife through you, your grip falters and bit of steaming tea falls on you, Fuck you whisper, fuck fuck fuck fuck... you had forgotten that you were forced to leave your home by the forest, lest you be killed by those Silver Owls or the fae. You never told Lilia, just packed up and left in a hurry, taking your house with you.
'I missed you Ell' the words stung with a force you weren't expecting. Truth be told, you wanted him to forget about you, everyone forgot about you in the end so what was another person to add to that list?
But no, Lilia had aged almost 400 years and still remembered you.
He had a family. He looked older, he was no longer the petty creature with an attitude. He was a father, a father beloved for his wisdom. Yet he still remembered you.
You were exactly the same, physically and mentally. You would never change. You would outlive him, outlive his family, outlive his grandchildren and great grandchildren. There was something that you felt, a feeling that choked you, a feeling that you'd heard of people experiencing when their loved ones passed. But, your so called 'loved ones' had passed oh so many years ago, yet that feeling never came to you. It was only now, that you met with Lilia again, that you understood the feeling. That haunting feeling of grief and loss. That horrible feelings that was like a hand closing on your throat. Choking the life out of you. You felt unworthy of being remembered by him, why did he remember you out of all people? When he could've easily forgotten about you like so many others had. Why you?
At least I completed something that my brother said I couldn't, he said that I would die unremarkable and forgotten. You're wrong for once fuckface.
You forced yourself out of your thoughts and choked out a little, "I missed you too" before finishing your now lukewarm tea. You shook those despairing feelings away as someone knocked softly on the door.
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Author's Thoughts
Lilia Vanrouge - 'He actually remembered me...'
Sebek Zigvolt - 'Loud and annoying, but whatever.'
Silver - 'One lucky kid.'
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An: thank u all my lovely readers for still sticking around <333 and to all the new ones that have joined this hell lmaooo. plz forgive any errors <333
You're bored of life, find it utterly dull. So you had the brilliant idea of challenging a god, a god that slept within the ancient mountains outside of your tiny village. Crossing the well worn trails that wove through the mountains with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bracelet from your father. You were fully prepared to die, having handing the last funds that you had saved to your family as you approached the weathered temple buried deep within the mountains. The forest had long since claimed the temple as it's own, the once glorious place was now spotted with large patches of moss. What was once a mere sapling was now a large tree that supported the temple at it's left side, the branches poking in from the open windows. The temple of a goddess that was said to be from another world, Rukka, was famous centuries ago, when the townspeople lived in the mountains. But such a time was no longer, since the village moved from the great mountains to the humble plains of the valley, the temple had been left in a state of disarray. Gazing offhandedly to the scrolls that were left neatly in their sections, some were left on the floor, open and you could see faint scribbles next to some worshipper's words of wisdom. Bracing yourself for your doom as the huge stone statue that loomed before you cracked and chipped as the god sealed within moved awake. You were sure to pass on without regrets, as you noticed vines zip towards you. Completely opposite to your plan however, Rukka, was considerably weak, and it was no challenge beating her. She actually admitted that she had no idea that someone would actually challenge her. Fate had blessed you with victory, and the goddess had blessed you with what every human desired…
Eternal life
Or so she believed that every human desired, she was perplexed at your negative reaction to such an honor.
Since you were bestowed the gift, you wandered the world, adopting so many new identities that you could fill a book with just their names. You kept a journal to keep track of your travels, forgetting to add dates after a single journal turned into a pile. You kept that pile in a little cottage that you found and renovated, though you barely visited it, too occupied with your travels. It was nice to have a place to return to after all that adventuring, it was rather far from the village that you grew up in. You never did visit your family after the fight, you wanted your family to believe that you perished in the fight, perhaps then they'd finally acknowledge your existence. Speaking of which, your family were humble farmers, you were the unwanted extra child that they couldn't afford. Your brother was their eldest son, their pride and joy, he reveled in that growing up, but as he reached adulthood he realized that his efforts would be for naught. Your family expected him to settle down and continue the family farm, he hated farming, he wanted to become a great scholar in the city. To have people from all over the world attend his lectures, to be heralded as a genius. What was his name again?...You practically all but forgot about him, he hated you and you hated him, the only way that you remembered him was from your journals. The family that you once knew weren't even wrinkled and white-haired, they were buried in the village's cemetery, along with many other's that shared your last name that you didn't recognize. You passed by them on a visit to your village, their gravestones marred by mud, the fields that your parents once toiled in were now overgrown with weeds.
You left the cemetery, leaving a few wildflowers for their ghosts. The small village was now a sprawling city of cars and stores galore. Passing the home that you grew up in, you noticed an unfamiliar family now inhabiting it. As you paused and stared through the open window, you saw two young ladies sitting in the kitchen, fawning over a baby. The memories of you as a child playing in the kitchen with your brother flashed in your mind. They seemed happy with their child though, so as long as the home was filled with happiness, you couldn't be bothered by who lived in it. The former homes of your friends were now shiny department stores, and the well that you used to reenact plays with said friends was a large shopping center. How many years had it been since you walked these paths? Even the paths were different, the once dirt roads were now paved over with asphalt. Your brother...you ponder as you walked through the new village. Your brother was older than you, and he was a student at Night Raven College, a prestigious school for magic users. You never received an invitation to attend though, that was something else that your brother used to fuel his hatred of you. He bragged to your parents about his amazing grades and potential that the teachers said he had. Your father received an invitation, but couldn’t afford to attend, you remembered that you took his letter from his drawer out of spite. Why not use it now? Use the excuse that you were his son who shared a name. It wasn't like the principal would notice, your brother told you all about the good-for-nothing Headmage that ran the school during his time there. Dire Crowley was his name, he called himself a model educator, but did nothing to earn that title, your brother observed. He accepted frequent bribes from certain dorms, and conveniently forgot important information regarding certain students, as well as took vacations often. You knew that you wouldn't like him, but that would make your admission all the easier...
Gripping the letter in your hand, you placed it gently into your pant pocket, and tossed a few coins to your village's ferryman and followed the small group of people onto the ferry. The ferry was one thing that never changed in your town, the family that ran the ferry made sure of that, they had been sailing for centuries, all sea-loving people. Except for a girl that you grew up alongside with, she was truly terrified of the ocean. Walking over to the railing by the side of the boat, you gaze out wistfully, staring at the small island that grew larger as you approached, Sage's Isle, the home of Night Raven College. Taking in the familiar scent of the salt and sea, the noises of parents shushing their little children, and the sight of lovers holding each other near. The closer you got to your destination the more you looked back on your home, even though it hadn't been your home since humans had yet to discovered electricity, nor had any notion of such a concept. It was still jarring, to think about how different things were now, when you left it was a simple village of plain wooden houses, population was a mere hundred or so. Now, it was a humongous city, the houses were made of materials that you never would've thought of...wait...how many years had passed again? You had forgotten in your travels...
Stepping off the boat and onto solid ground was relieving, you walk around the island till you approach a town, one that offers transportation to Night Raven. You hand payment to the driver of the car and wait with bated breath as you're dropped off near a school that resembled a castle, guarded by ominous black gates. It just as your brother described it, majestic and filled with wonder.
You walk near the gates and froze when they opened slowly. Taking in a sharp breath, you enter the school's grounds. Watching entertained as students rush about prepping for the Orientation later today, other student's bark orders at the one's laboring. Some students are chatting with friends about the latest chapter of their favorite manga, while one of their friends is crying about the death of yet another favorite character, whose life was taken so bitterly by the author's choice. Some are doing nothing at all, and sleeping peacefully.
Hours pass as you wait for the Orientation to start, having handed your father's letter of admission to the head of the school once you arrived at his office. Crowley was just as your brother had described, as flippant as a crow fluttering about pieces of bread. Your brother had an odd way of describing things, always inserting extravagant words that he learned from school in whatever sentence that he could. Most of the time it didn't make much sense, but you didn't care enough to correct him, not like he would listen to you anyway, so you let him drawl on his stage. Unaware that his audience was fast asleep with boredom. Thankfully, Headmage accepted your letter of admission, albeit with some suspicion. But a few hundred thaumarks shut him up. While you waited you brought out your journal to take note of everything that had happened so far. Writing in peace until you looked away from your journal pages and noticed someone passing glances to you from their spot on the ground, scrolling on their phone. You study the student, tall-ish, pale skinned, ginger haired, with his bangs pulled away from his face and green eyes. With a little red diamond painted on his right cheek. Dressed in uniform, with a red and black band with a logo labeled Heartslabyul.
You write down a quick note in your journal, 'stranger staring at me, for some reason, praying that he murder me, but it'll probably never happen'. The student puts away his phone and gets up, walking over to you. "Hiya! I don't think that I've seen you around here before. I'm Cater, Cater Diamond. Heartslabyul junior". You look up at him and nod "My name is Hanakato L/N. I'm a new student, do you need something?" he smiles "Nope! Just wanted to say hi. It's nice to meet you, if you ever need anything trendy you can come to me!". You look back down to your journal, "Alright, it's nice to meet you Diamond". He takes your silence after as a cue to leave. Leaving you to yourself and your thoughts.
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Author's Thoughts
Cater Diamond - 'An annoyingly cheerful guy. Don't like him'.
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A/N: i thought of this during school, and i scrambled to write my thoughts down. fun fact the chapter images align with the lyrics written down :>. i hope that u all have a wonderful week ^^ also Ado's cover of God-ish is 🔥.
"Why would you pick that book out of all? I mean, it's nothing more than some fanatic's fantasy. Nothing worth contemplating about". He sighs and you shoot back Will you shut up for a few minutes? I'm trying to read, you know, do something actually productive. Instead of listening to whatever crap that comes outta your mouth. Idle chatter should I say?" He huffs "Ugh! This is why you dropped out of school, my professors would be sorely disappointed in such a lackluster person like yourself". You remember what page you're on and set your book to the side "Good thing I don't suck up to professors then, unlike someone here. People actually enjoy my presence, dunno if you've noticed, but everyone here would kill you if it were legal". He blanches and mutters something "Y-you're wrong, such a notion is inconceivable. The people adore me, a brain such as mine surely deserves respect!" you shrug "Tell that to the townspeople, everyone here fucking hates you, and the fact that you with your great brain can't see that your holier-than-thou attitude is the reason why you don't have anyone who would actually care if you died is something..."
"Wait... are you revealing to me that you wouldn't care if I died?" he freezes, a sort of realization washing over him.
"Wow, the great mind finally realized. What did you expect? Me to cry when you die? The guy who said that I'll be nothing 'cause I got B's and not A+'s? The guy who every day told me that my dreams weren't anything, that mom and dad just had me to compare my dullness to your brightness? You should've been a comedian instead of a scholar, 'cause that's too fucking funny". Your words cut like the sharpest of ice, frigid and unforgiving.
"I... I was joking! Of course you couldn't take a joke, you're too sensitive..." comes the attempt to shake away the guilt.
"At least I can feel things…” you quip back.
He takes a furious sip of his tea and coughs it out “W-what curious concoction is this? This is surely not my tea!”. Your eyes move to the snow white Persian cat in the corner of the parlor, lazing on her pillow. Cotton, your mother’s most prized pet, a spoiled cat given as a gift from your father. “Oh, Cotton peed in the cup, it must’ve slipped my mind to inform you…”
The memory fades as you fade back to your tea, the faces swirling like the milk in the tea. “That damned dipshit” you utter before grabbing a broom and flinging open your front door. Your porch was decently decorated, with starch white paint on the walls and the beams supporting up the thing. Thankfully the paint did not contain lead, or maybe it did, that might’ve explained why the townspeople avoided you like you were crazy. A few plants in pots stood in neat rows by the front window, delicate little flowers grown from a variety of seeds. But now was not the time to admire your handiwork. Angrily sweeping your front porch and ignoring the clouds of dust that plague your vision. Your brother never did get his dream…
You learned that for all of his labor, he was only remembered as a pretentious wannabe who tried so hard to make it big in the world of knowledge that he ended up only becoming famous for his attempts. A local legend of your town. After centuries of him being dead, you were still petty.
Continuing your furious sweep you barely notice the child staring at you from behind one of the poles. Only stopping your sweep to take a few breaths, “What do you want kid?” You turn to meet their gaze. A tiny lanky thing, who probably didn’t even reach your hip, with striking eyes the same shade as the blazing garnet ring your least favorite aunt always showed off. Thick dark hair that reminded you of ink, silky and black, cut short above their shoulders. Their outfit prim, with a neat white shirt dark brown pants. Their ears confirmed that they were a fairy, small and pointed.
“You appear to be angered with something” they observe with a voice so quiet it seemed hardly a whisper. They stand there, hiding, unsure of whether to approach the curiously angry stranger, or run off back into the forest. “Just blowing off some steam” you reassure them before leaning your broom against the wall. “I’m not gonna hurt you, ‘sides, you’d probably be more of a threat to me than vice versa” you admit, watching as their grip on the pole lightens, a few creaks from the wood reverberating off the porch’s roof. “So uh… what brings you to my place? Pure curiosity? Or did I anger a fae?” You continue, waiting for any sort of reaction.
“I hast stumbled upon your abode by chance, tis an interesting place. Any sane human would place their home as far as possible from a fairy. But your abode is right in the middle of our territory. I can feel the magic everywhere” they respond at last.
“I’m not like most humans…” you say, half joking half seriously. “I can feel that, there is something heavy around you. Many feelings are wound up inside you, like a boiling pot of stew, ready to bubble over and burn at any second” comes their swift response. “Thanks for the reading… but I don’t have anything to give ya’ unless you’re hungry for some leftover bread and cheese from this mornings meal” you admit. They shake their head, “No thank you, my lady said to never trust strangers. There is no shortage of people willing to take advantage of you”. You nod slowly “Your lady is right, tis better to be safe then found dead in a ditch I suppose”.
“Shall I call you something?”
“Fae never give out their names”
“That’s right, you’ve got good instincts too”
“Are you going to give me your name?”
“Nah”
That was the beginning of your encounters with that little faerie. He never did give you his name, but simply told you that it was similar to a flower. You ended up telling him your name though, so that he would stop calling you the ‘abnormal human’. He wasn’t wrong though, normal humans weren’t immortal. Normal humans didn’t challenge gods in hopes of death. Normal humans didn’t use their fathers invitation to a school and assumed his identity. You learned more about your little visitor. He was a servant of nocturnal fae’s princess. A little bat fae at the very bottom of the fae hierarchy, raised in luxury. Trained to serve his lady’s every whim. What a dreary existence… you thought.
In exchange for tidbits about his life you gave him some from yours. How you challenged a god and got immortality in return. “You are an idiot” he thought aloud as he took a spoon from one of your cabinets and grabbed a dish labeled for him. “What is this?” He inquired suspiciously “A treat, leftovers from a friend’s party” you reply. The little fae sniffed it curiously before digging in. “Pear…” he said at last before finishing the dessert in a few seconds.
“Someone’s hungry” you grab a few cherries from a basket full of farmer’s market goods. "That is none of your concern" he comments. "Damn, you're quick to anger" you slightly tease.
That was the last time you saw him that small, he never did grow much taller. But there was something different about him, not just that he was visibly different. But he seemed different, bore a different air about him, something sickening, but you could never put a finger on it. It was unsettling, the curious gleam in his scarlet eyes faded away in favor of a hateful sheen. His slit pupils constantly in a state of fury. How he shook off your concern with a glare, was this how your parents felt with you? His hair was now welcome to dyed streaks of red, a unique choice for sure.
You dabbed one of his more severe wounds with a cotton ball. "Humans can never keep their hands to themselves" you mutter as you rub a salve on his injured arm. Tone akin to a chiding parent's as you clean and bandage his arm. "Tut tut, I told you not to play with those mean boys and their toys", the boys in question being men and the toys being weapons. "You're not my parent dumbass" to which you shake your head teasingly "I know, but seeing you grow up to be such a strong fighter has certainly had some sort of parental affect on me". He side-eyes you "That's so fucking sweet it's annoying...". Playfully wacking the top of his head you smile "Language little one..."
"Fuck you" he mutters irritated.
"No one will sadly..." you respond with a sigh.
"I hate you"
"Such is the fate of every parent, I suppose. Whatever happened to that sweet little faerie I encountered? Now there's just this crass thing in his place"
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Current Alias
Hanakoto Y/N
Orientation went smoothly, you personally didn't care which dorm you were placed in, so long as you'd be left alone for the most part. You rolled your shoulders back as you stepped up to meet the gaze of the Dark Mirror. For some reason the Ceremonial Robes felt heavier upon your arms. As if they were weighing you down... pulling you away from your fate. Feeling the hundreds of eyes staring at you with a variety of emotions. The weight of their gaze not helping.
You stared at the Mirror as it boomed the familiar words to you that it had to many students before you.
"The shape of thy soul is..."
"Tenacious... therefore you are fit for Pomefiore"
As you walk down the steps to the crowd of Pomefiore students, you hear a scoff. Turning to face the student you're face to face with some pretty blonde student with tacky violet ends and amethysts for eyes. "Is there a problem?" you scoff back. He glares at you before turning back to see what new students would be joining him. Grumbling about "potatoes". You take an empty spot between a couple of fellow first years. "The fuck is his problem?" you mutter glaring daggers at the back of his head.
Vil Schoenheit could feel holes being bored into the back of his head, probably from that insolent potato that he just bothered to stare at. What was their problem?
The dinner at your new dorm was luxurious, it felt like the dinners that fae had described to you, while the Queen of Briarland was entertaining nobles. There were plates piled high with delicacies, food that you had only read about, it was absolutely delicious, but that damned student from earlier kept shooting you glares. As if everything you did earned his ire. Like he was personally offended by your existence... You were from a family of farmers but damn, his attitude towards you was worse than those falsely compassionately officals that pretended to take pity on the plight of farmers. The same people that made it possible for them to stuff their faces with rich sauces and soups, those addicting desserts and prized drinks.
Not to mention that blonde with the bob who sat next to him kept smiling and complimenting him, lathering on the praise for him until it creeped you out. You could've mistaken him for your brother, always showering famous scholars that he encountered with so much praise you thought that he was in love with them. Those crusty old men who sat pondering alongside other crusty men who agreed with their every word. This guy was more of a devout worshipper than fellow student. What made him so good that someone would treat him like a god, or perhaps, what made him so rich? So worthy of being praised, so worthy of being devoted to? How curious...
You were currently writing down your record of the first week of school, the classes, the teachers, the many students from all walks of life. Finishing each sentence with a flourish. You set your journal down. You learned that the blonde with violet eyes was some model named Vil Schoenheit. And the blonde with the bob was Rook Hunt. Two insignificant people that you'd probably forget in a couple of centuries... or well, that's what you assumed at first...
Resting your back against the wall you inhale quietly, your mind taking you back to the memories of a bygone era, a bygone you. "Whatever became of that faerie?" you mutter standing up from your spot. Stretching your arms you toss the journal into your bag. You hadn't heard much about him after he left, you never learned his name after all, it was hard to look for someone when you didn't know a basic fact about them. Did he die in the war? Did he have a family? Those questions would continue to go unanswered most likely. You missed him, that nocturnal fae that you watched grow up, the fae brought up by royalty, a mere peasant by hierarchy's standards. But status didn't matter to you, and he appreciated that.
That was then however, this is now. Seeing the students rush to classes, take their time chatting with friends, and teachers exchanging lesson plans. The similar sights of your school back when you were mortal. You sat by yourself at lunch time, occupying yourself by listening in on the busy chitter. Sitting silently as you picked at the your meal for today, pondering at the pangs in your chest that struck as you reminisced about a time no longer. Idly poking at the lukewarm pile of mashed potatoes with your fork, taking small bites of the tender steak. Too caught up in your memories to savor the flavors of the meat.
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Author's Thoughts
Scarlet-eyed fae - 'A good kid. Deserved better in life'
Vil Schoenheit - 'Nothing worth mentioning, dunno why he's famous'
Rook Hunt - 'desperate, fucking desperate'
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A/N: thank you guys for being so patient!! have a wonderful day/afternoon/night :>
