Bochon

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Bochon || 20 || SHE/THEY || pansexual || Thailand || ENTP || My ReadAWrite

Overall, I tend to change my profile quite often because I get bored very easily.

You can ask me anything, I listen to everything you ask!

I write about ( Fandom ) :

➤ Twisted Wonderland

➤ south park

➤ Haikyu

➤ Jujutsu kaisen

➤ litchi hikari club

➤ host club

➤ Mouthwashing

➤ jojo bizzarre avventure

➤ lookism

➤ total drama

➤ AFK Journey

➤ cookie run kingdom

➤ cookie run ovenbreak

➤ Saiki k

➤ dandadan

➤ blue lock

➤ tokyo revengers

➤ ranfren

➤ popee the performer

➤ Killer Peter

➤ danny word

➤ Good night Punpun

➤ Alien Stage

➤ alice in borderland

➤ eltingville club

➤ dr.stone

➤ Hetalia

I don't play games or watch cartoons very often, but you can recommend some to me!

rule

I accept writing for no more than 5 characters.

If you want the content, please specify whether it is Romantic or platonic.

I usually write GN (gender-neutral) reader inserts, and the reader tends to be quite tall.

I write in the romantic and platonic genres, including a little sadness, but NSFW I can't write it because I'm afraid of writing it wrong.

I mostly write Yandere content but if you want normal love you can request it <3

Personally, I prefer writing AUs, so I might post more about the AU than the main story.

A little about me

I usually like to write dark stories. If anyone doesn't like this, they can click off.

I am very free, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

I don't like people rushing me to write or telling me to post quickly because doing so can make my poll twice as slow. ( Because someone has done that to me before. )

Most of my inspiration comes from @/akiseizon on Twitter.

Most of the time, I spend 3-5 days writing. If I have inspiration, I will spend about 3 days.

Requests are still open!

Request 0/30 Current list 3/30

Things I just finished :

— The worst ending 16 : The Harvest of Silence

— The ending 15 : The Curator of Stillness

— The ending 14 : The Perfect Doll

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The worst ending 16 : The Harvest of Silence

Masterlist | Ending 15 | Ending 17

Yandere!Platonic!Epel Felmier x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : I just feel extremely uninspired, and my writing has gotten a lot worse. But I do try to update whenever I'm free. Just know that if I disappear for a long time, it means I have a job.

And Idk I just made him a hybrid between vil and Rook.

Warning : Emotional and psychological abuse, Manipulation and coercive control, Implied drugging and loss of bodily autonomy, Isolation and dependency, Distorted “caregiver”, Death portrayed in a quiet, unsettling manner, Claustrophobic domestic environment and fear-based, obedience

Tags :

@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora @gardenmadeofpaper

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

“ My name is Epel. ” He says it softly, almost like he’s worried about startling you.

At first, he doesn’t. He smiles gently, a bit awkwardly, as if he’s not quite used to being around someone smaller than him. His hands are rough but warm as he hands you things calloused, yet careful. Always cautious.

“ Are you hungry? ” he asks.

You nod. He prepares something sweet for you. Apples, sliced into neat little pieces. They taste way better than anything your parents ever offered.

He watches you eat, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes calm.

“ Good. ” he murmurs. “ Make sure to eat up. ”

You think he’s nice.

Days settle into a quiet routine. He does everything for you. You never have to ask.

Your clothes are always washed. Your hair gets brushed before you even notice it’s messy. Food is always warm, sweet, and soft easy to eat.

“ You don’t have to worry about anything. ” he says. “ I’ve got it all covered. ” You believe him.

At night, he brings you something warm to drink.

“ It’ll help you sleep. ” he assures. And it always does.

You start to feel tired all the time. Not sick. Just…slow. Like your body isn’t really yours anymore.

Sometimes, you try to stay awake longer. You fight to keep your eyes open after drinking what he gives you.

You never succeed.

One day, you ask if you can go outside. Not just the yard. Not just the path he allows you to walk.

“ Can I go beyond the gate? ” you ask.

He freezes. His smile doesn’t vanish but it changes. It tightens.

“ …Why? ” he asks. “ I just want to see. ”

“ See what? ” You don’t know how to respond to that. Maybe the world. Something outside of this controlled, quiet little place. “ …Please? ”

He exhales slowly. “ You don’t need to go out there. ” he says. “ It’s dirty. ”

“ I don’t mind. ”

“ I do. ” His tone sharpens slightly. You flinch.

That night, the drink tastes sweeter than usual. He watches you closely.

“ Finish it all. ” he says gently. You hesitate. His eyes narrow just a bit.

“ …Don’t make me say it again. ” Your hands shake as you lift the cup. You drink.

You wake up in bed. You don’t recall falling asleep.

Your clothes are different. Your hair is braided tighter than you prefer. Your limbs feel heavy, like they’ve been moved while you weren’t aware.

You don’t say anything. But something inside feels off. You try to be good. You really do.

You sit still when he asks. You eat everything he gives you. You smile when he looks at you, even when your chest feels tight and your thoughts feel foggy. Because you’ve seen him angry.

Not loud. Not yelling. But sharp.

Once, you saw him in the barn, smashing something apart with his hands, breathing unevenly, jaw tense. No shouting. Just…destruction.

You don’t want to be something he breaks. One afternoon, you leave one bite of food.

Just one. Just that.

“ I’m not that hungry. ” you say quietly.

Silence. Then. “ …What? ”

You look up. His expression is wrong. Too still.

“ I said I’m not— ” His hand grabs your jaw. Not hard enough to hurt.

Just enough to sting. Just enough to silence you. “ I worked on that. ” he says, voice low, thick with something ugly. “ You can’t just leave it. ”

“ I’m sorry— ”

“ You don’t get to be picky. ” he snaps, his accent slipping, rough and sharp. “ I keep you fed, clean, safe and you think you can just say no? ”

Your eyes start stinging. “ I didn’t mean— ”

“ You’re actin’ spoiled. ” he mutters. “ Rotten, even. ” Your chest tightens.

You nod quickly. “ I’ll eat it. ” He watches you finish every last bite. Only when the plate is clear does he let go.

That night, the drink is different. Stronger. You can feel it.

Your hands tremble before you even lift it. “ …Do I have to? ” you whisper.

He looks at you. For a long time. Quietly. “ Yeah. ” he finally says. “ You do. ”

You drink it. Because you’re scared of what might happen if you don’t.

The world fades faster this time. Your head feels heavy. Your body won’t respond. Your thoughts slip away before you can hold onto them.

You try to stay awake. You really do. But everything becomes soft. Blurry. Far away.

You wake up but not fully. You can’t move. You can’t speak. You can feel. That’s worse.

He’s there. You can sense him by the weight on the bed, the dip beside you.

His hand brushes your hair slowly and gently. “ See? ” he murmurs. “ This is better. ”

You want to move. You can’t.

“ You get all restless when you’re awake. ” he continues softly. “ Always saying things, wanting things you don’t need. ”

His fingers trace your cheek. “ You’re easier this way. ” Your chest tightens.

You try to breathe more deeply. It doesn’t work. “ I work hard for you. ” he says.

His voice is quieter now. No anger. Almost tired. “ Keeping you good. Keeping you safe. You don’t even see it. ”

Your heartbeat feels odd. Too slow. Too heavy.

“ I’m not gonna let you ruin yourself. ” he mutters. “ Not like everything else. ”

His hand presses lightly against your chest. Feeling your heartbeat.

Counting it. It stutters. Just once. But he notices.

“ …Hey. ” His tone shifts.

Not angry. Not calm. Something else. Something uncertain.

Your breathing feels off. You can’t get enough air. Your throat feels tight. Your body won’t respond.

“ …Hey. ” He shakes you gently. Your head lolls. Your eyes don’t open.

There’s a long pause. Then “ …I gave you too much?? ” It’s not panic. Not really. Just…realization.

He sits there for a bit. You can feel it. His hand still in your hair. Your body growing colder. Slower. Quieter.

Then he lies down beside you. Pulls the blanket over you. Adjusts it neatly. Just like always.

“ There. ” he murmurs. His voice is softer now.

Almost relieved. “ No more fussing. ” His fingers lace loosely with yours.

“ You’re finally being good. ” Your chest stops hurting. Because it stops moving.

He stays there. Holding your hand. Brushing your hair. Fixing the way you lie so you look…right.

“ Perfect. ” he whispers. And for him

That’s enough.

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Can I request yandere Jade as a bartender x Reader who ordered an "angel shot" (which if you don't know is a code word that the person ordering doesn't feel safe or is in danger and needs help)?

A/N : I apologize in advance if my writing isn't good enough. Lately, I feel like my writing has deteriorated.

Title : Angel Shot

Pairing : Jade Leech × Reader ( Romantic-Platonic, Yandere )

Word Count : 1,520 words

Warning : Yandere behavior, implied stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, harassment (from a stranger), psychological tension, ambiguous morality

Summary : A quiet night at an upscale lounge turns suffocating when an unwanted stranger refuses to take a hint. With no easy escape, you fall back on the one constant in this place—the observant, unsettling bartender who always seems to know more than he should.

The lounge felt quieter than usual. Not empty, just subdued, with every clink of glass sounding intentional.

Low amber lights pooled on the polished wood surface while jazz played softly in the background, almost like a secret whisper.

Tonight, you weren’t at the bar, which was odd for you. You usually preferred to keep your distance, watching rather than being watched.

The bar was where people showed off, leaning too close, laughing too loud, trying to be more interesting than they really were. Sitting elsewhere allowed you to exist without getting pulled into someone else's drama.

But your gaze still drifted over to him.

Jade was behind the counter, looking like he fit in there more than the furniture did. He was tall almost too tall and while his presence didn’t scream for attention, it had a way of drawing the eye.

He was dressed sharply, crisp shirt, waistcoat perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at effort without looking careless.

He smiled at a customer, but the warmth didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You quickly looked away, not wanting him to catch you staring.

You didn’t know him, not really.

You came here sometimes, enough to have a usual order that he remembered. Occasionally, he’d drop a quiet comment something sharp.

something that felt a bit too spot-on and you’d respond out of politeness more than anything else. Just a stranger.

“ ...You’re alone? ” The voice came from beside you, and you stiffened.

He hadn’t been there a moment ago, or maybe he had, and you just hadn’t noticed. Either way, he was too close now, leaning in with an entitlement that made your skin crawl.

“ I’m fine. ” you replied curtly, shifting your chair slightly further away from him.

“ Didn’t say you were. ” he said, flashing a rehearsed smile. “ I just thought someone like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. ”

Someone like you. You didn’t bother asking what he meant by that. “ I’m waiting for someone. ” you lied.

“ Then they’re late. ” he remarked easily, sliding into the chair across from you without waiting for an invitation. “ I can keep you company until they arrive. ”

You didn’t respond, instead reaching for your empty glass and standing up.

“ I’ll get another drink. ” He stood as well. “ I’ll walk with you. ”

“ That’s not necessary. ”

“ Don’t be like that. ” His hand brushed against your arm, gentle but close enough to make you pull away, heart racing.

You moved towards the bar slowly, refusing to let him see you rush. Of course, he followed.

The bar felt further away than normal. When you finally reached it, relief didn’t come immediately, but it was something.

The feel of the familiar wood under your fingers, the steady rhythm of service, the illusion of control.

Jade was already there, naturally. He didn’t seem surprised to see you especially not with the man lingering a bit too close behind you.

His eyes flicked to your face, paused, and just like that, the atmosphere shifted. Subtle, almost unnoticeable, yet you felt it like the moment before a storm.

“ What can I get for you tonight? ” he asked in that smooth, professional tone.

Your voice came out quieter than you meant. “ …Angel shot. ”

There was a brief silence one that probably wouldn’t have been noticed by anyone else, but for you, it lingered. Jade’s smile didn’t waver.

“ Of course. We just got a new selection. I’ll need to check the vintage in the back. ”

His gaze held yours for a moment too long, and you could sense an understanding that was immediate.

“ Would you mind helping me? ” he added, “ I could use a second opinion. ”

You nodded, even though the man behind you frowned, “ Hey, I was— ”

“ I’ll be back shortly. ” Jade said, his tone effortlessly dismissive.

It wasn’t rude, just final. And something in how he said it made the other guy hesitate, if only for a second.

Jade stepped away from the bar, already expecting you to follow. You did, slipping behind the counter with his unspoken permission. The back room door clicked open and shut quietly behind you.

The noise of the lounge faded instantly. Here, the air felt different. Colder. Calmer. Almost safe.

You let out a breath, your shoulders relaxing for the first time since that man had approached.

“ …Thank you ” you murmured. Jade paused before responding. He placed a glass down on the counter, unused, before turning to fully face you.

Up close, you noticed just how tall he really was. He didn’t just stand tall; he loomed.

“ You picked an odd spot to sit tonight. ” he said, almost like a statement rather than a question. “ I didn’t think— ”

“ No. ” he agreed softly. “ You didn’t. ” There was no judgment in his tone, which somehow made it worse.

You frowned. “ I handled it. ”

“ Did you? ” His question hung between you, and you opened your mouth but ended up closing it again.

Jade stepped a little closer, not in an aggressive way, just enough for you to feel it.

“ You came to me. ” he continued, “ which suggests otherwise. ”

His hand lifted. For a moment, you thought he might grab you, but he just adjusted your collar, a small, careful movement, like fixing something that was slightly out of place.

“ You were trembling. ” he noted. “ I’m not now. ”

“ No. ” he replied. “ Because you’re here. ” The weight of that implication settled heavily in the air between you.

You frowned again. “ What about him? ” A pause.

“ I’ve dealt with it. ” Simple. Clean. Final. “ How? ” Jade smiled again, but this time it felt colder.

“ Does it matter? ” It should have. It did. Yet you hesitated. He tilted his head, studying you in that unnerving way.

“ You come here often. ” he observed. “ Sit in the same spot. Order the same drink. Leave around the same time each time. ”

Your stomach tightened. “ I pay attention. ” he added. “ It’s part of my job. ”

“ That’s…normal..?” you replied, but it lacked conviction. “ Is it? ” He stepped closer again. Not enough to touch, but enough to make you feel it.

“ I can tell when you’re tired. ” he continued. “ When you’ve had a rough day. When you’re overthinking everything. When you’re trying not to. ”

Your breath caught. “ You don’t really know me.. ” you said. Jade’s gaze softened, almost gentle.

“ I know enough. ” A moment of silence passed. Not uncomfortable, but heavy.

“ You shouldn’t sit alone like that again. ” he finally said. “ I was fine. ”

“ You weren’t. ” After a beat, he added quietly, “ You don’t have to be. ” Something in how he said it tightened your chest.

“ You’re a bartender. ” you said, “ not— ”

“ Not what? ” You couldn’t finish. Jade studied you for a moment longer before stepping back, giving you space while still holding your attention.

“ I’ve arranged for your ride. ” he said as if casually changing the subject. “ It’ll be waiting when you’re ready to leave. ”

“ I didn’t ask for that. ”

“ You didn’t need to. ” That calm confidence again. “ I can leave on my own. ”

“ You could. ” he agreed, “ but you won’t. ” Something about how he said it made arguing feel pointless.

You exhaled slowly. “ …Why? ” You hadn’t meant to ask it, but the question slipped out.

Jade’s gaze sharpened. “ Why what? ”

“ Why do you care? ” For the first time, his smile turned almost genuine. Not warm, but real.

“ Because you came to me. ” The response was immediate and strong.

“ As long as you do that. ” he went on, “ your safety is my responsibility. ”

“ That’s not how things work. ”

“ It is now. ” You stared at him. He didn’t look away. “ You’re treating this like… ” You trailed off, searching for the right word. “ An arrangement? ” he offered. “ A trap. ” His smile widened slightly.

“ Is there actually a difference? ” Your pulse quickened.

“ You don’t need anyone else. ” he said, casually. “ No unreliable friends. No strangers with unclear motives. ”

His expression softened again. “ You have me. ” Those words settled heavily, like a burden you hadn’t signed up for.

“ You don’t even know if I want that. ” you argued. Jade tilted his head, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“ Do you? ” You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Because you had come to him. Out of everyone in that room, you had chosen him.

Jade stepped up close for a last time, his hand brushing your wrist firm, grounding, impossible to ignore.

“ Be more careful. ” he murmured. “ Next time, I might not be so forgiving. ”

A chill ran down your spine. “ Forgiving? ” His smile didn’t falter.

“ You were careless. ” he said simply. “ I don’t like it when something that belongs to me is treated so lightly. ”

Your breath caught. “ I don’t belong to you. ” Jade’s grip tightened just a little. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you.

“ We’ll see. ” A polite knock sounded at the door soft, respectful. Jade released you instantly, as if nothing had happened.

“ Your car is ready. ” he said, slipping back into that polished professional tone as he opened the door.

The noise of the lounge returned in a rush, normal, unchanged as if nothing had shifted at all.

You stepped out. The world felt different. As you walked toward the exit, you glanced back. Jade was already back behind the bar, serving, smiling, watching.

And when your eyes met for just a moment, you realized something unsettling. You hadn’t just been saved; you had been noticed. And somehow, that felt a lot more dangerous.

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What the? I just finished writing the draft, why did it post automatically???????

[deezee112]

I don't know if you're busy or don't feel comfortable writing stuff around alcohol or platonic yandere with two ages up characters. But can I request bartender platonic yandere Jade with Reader who ordered an "Angel Shot" which is usually code for order doesn't feel safe or is in danger and needs help?

Even if you don't do it, I love your fics and can't wait for the next one! ❤️

I'm writing to you about your request, but I actually write about anything except NSFW content because I'm afraid of using the wrong terminology 😅

I just received your request yesterday. I only just accessed this app yesterday. I've already written half of the draft, but if you want to change the content, I can do so because this is just a draft.

But this storyline is interesting too. I might combine it with the first one you gave me. If you want any other storylines, feel free to ask.

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Okay, I just got back after working for several days and YO WHAT IS THIS??

My favorite Disney princess has appeared? Oh wow, this is like heaven Okay, I admit I'm late because I've barely had my phone on. I only found out about this this morning. There were about 99+ notifications.

(I'm working on the next part of episode 16 and the yandere Jade request. It might be a little late because I'll be releasing them in both posts simultaneously.)

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The ending 15 : The Curator of Stillness

Masterlist | Ending 14 | Ending 16

Yandere!Platonic!Rook Hunt x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : I realize it's been a long time, and I apologize for the silence. My life has been quite overwhelming since early last year due to family matters and my education. I'm going to make an effort to post an update at least once a month moving forward😭🥹

And I’ve also made some character changes, so it might be a bit of a mess. I honestly feel like I can’t write as well as I did before💔

Warning : coercive control, Emotional abuse and gaslighting, Non-consensual drugging, Implied confinement and stalking behavior, Obsessive caretaker dynamics ( platonic yandere ), Loss of autonomy

Tags :

@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora @gardenmadeofpaper

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

" My name is Rook. "

He bows deeply, as if acknowledging royalty.

Not just a quick nod or a casual greeting a full, dramatic bow, hand over heart, with eyes sparkling in a way that's far too intense for a mere introduction.

" It is an honor, ma Beauté! " There's something about that phrase that makes your stomach twist.

At first, he seems perfect.

He speaks softly, moves quietly, and seems to know what you need before you even say a word. In stark contrast to your cold, distant family, he feels warm, almost like sunlight.

" You must not slouch. " he says one morning, appearing quietly behind you. His gloved hands gently adjust your shoulders. " A masterpiece should never fold in on itself. "

You freeze, but he just smiles. " There. Magnifique. "

He often praises you not for your actions, but for who you are.

Your eyes. Your stillness. The way you sit when you think no one is watching.

Especially when you think no one is watching. Then the notes start appearing.

Written in elegant calligraphy, they’re placed in ways that are hard to miss.

Not on your desk or your pillow, but on your person.

One note is tucked into the sleeve of your dress.

" The left hand trembled today. Such unrest diminishes its elegance. It must learn stillness. "

Another is pinned to your hair ribbon.

" Excessive blinking disrupts the illusion. Eyes should linger, not flutter. "

You’re confused. You ask him about the notes. Rook beams back at you.

" Ah! You noticed my critiques. How delightful. "

" Critiques...? "

" Of course! " he replies lightly. " How else will you refine yourself? "

Your throat tightens. " You wrote those…about me? " He tilts his head as if he doesn’t quite understand.

" Not about you, ma Beauté. About your components. "

Components?

As if you’re not a person, but a collection of interchangeable parts.

He starts measuring you. Not in a casual or medical way.

Obsessively.

He records the distance between your pupils, the exact angle of your chin when resting, the circumference of your wrists, and the color of your lips when you cry.

Especially when you cry.

" Remarkable. " he murmurs once, brushing a tear off your cheek with reverence. " Your fear produces the most exquisite shade. "

After that, you stop crying. Sometimes, you wake up and things are...different.

Your hair braided into intricate styles you didn’t ask for, your nightclothes changed, and your blankets tucked in so tightly you can barely move.

You finally confront him. " Did you come into my room? "

He gives you a gentle smile. " You looked uncomfortable. "

" That still doesn’t answer my question.. " A cold shiver runs down your spine.

" You...watched me..? "

" Observed. " he corrects cheerfully. " Only to preserve your beauty. "

From that point on, you start sleeping with the lights on.

He insists on posture training. Hours and hours of it.

Standing, sitting, holding your head at just the right angles, smiling without showing teeth, and breathing so shallowly that your chest barely moves.

If you slip up, he’s right there to correct you.

If you tremble, he steadies you. If you collapse. He only looks disappointed.

Not worried. Not angry.

Disappointed.

" Such fragility. " he sighs. " Have you already begun to decay? "

One evening, you try to run.

It’s not even planned; your body just moves on its own.

Down the hallway, past the mirrors, toward the door that leads outside, to anywhere but him.

You almost make it. A gloved hand gently wraps around your wrist.

Not tight. Not painful. But unbreakable.

" Ah, ah. " Rook murmurs behind you. " One mustn’t flee the gallery without permission. "

Your heart pounds against your ribs.

" Please... " you whisper. " I just want some air... "

" But you have air. " he replies cheerfully. " Conditioned, purified, temperature-controlled air. Inferior oxygen would dull your complexion. "

Tears begin to fall. He seems pleased. " Such authentic distress. Sublime. "

The final day feels unusually quiet. Rook prepares tea himself, humming softly.

The room smells faintly sweet, unfamiliar. He sets the cup before you with ceremonial care.

" For you, ma Beauté. "

Your hands tremble.

" Why are you doing this to me..? "

He pauses for a moment. Then he smiles in a way that almost feels tender.

" Because I adore you. "

" That isn’t love.. "

" Of course it is. " he says softly. " The purest form. I want to preserve you exactly as you are...before the world ruins you. "

Your grip loosens around the cup. " I don’t want to be preserved... " He leans in closer, his eyes shimmering.

" But I do. "

Your body feels heavy at first.

Your limbs become soft and unresponsive, as if they no longer belong to you. Panic ignites, but it feels distant, muted, as if it’s happening to someone else.

Rook watches with rapt fascination.

" Magnifique...the stillness arrives. "

You try to speak, but only a breath escapes.

He catches you as you slump forward, lowering you into his arms like something fragile, precious.

" Do not struggle. " he whispers. " You might disturb the composition. "

Your vision starts to blur. Tears slide sideways across your temples.

He wipes them away immediately. " No imperfections. " he murmurs.

Your breaths become shallow. Too shallow.

He studies you closely, a serene expression on his face.

" I may have misjudged the dosage. " he muses. " How very human of you to be so delicate. "

Your chest tightens. Air is elusive.

Panic screams inside you, trapped in a body that refuses to respond.

Rook smiles down at you, radiant.

" At last. " he whispers. " Perfect stillness. "

His thumb brushes your cheek with something like affection.

" You are exquisite like this, ma Beauté. No trembling. No decay. No fear to distort your features. "

Your vision narrows. Darkness creeps in from the edges.

The last thing you hear is his voice, soft and satisfied." Sleep now. I shall preserve you forever. "

And for the first time...

You are everything he wanted.

A doll that will never change again.

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The ending 14 : The Perfect Doll

Masterlist | Ending 13 | Ending 15

Yandere!Platonic!Vil schoenheit x kid!gn!Reader

A/N : I know I’ve been gone for a long time again, but hey! I’m back and merry Christmas! I’ll probably update again sometime in January.

Warning : psychological manipulation , coercive control , emotional dependency , guilt-tripping , loss of autonomy , and implied physical restraint.

Tags :

@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

“ My name is Vil. ” He says it like it’s a promise.

When you first meet him, the room is too bright. Sunlight spills across shiny floors, mirrors reflecting him endlessly perfect posture, perfect smile, perfect voice. When he looks your way, it feels like he’s picked you out of a crowd.

“ You have potential. ” he says softly. “ I can help you. ” And at first, he really does.

He teaches you how to stand and sit, how to speak without losing your voice. With precise hands, he fixes your posture never rough, always careful.

He praises you when you make progress, nodding approvingly when you listen.

“ Good. ” he often says. “ You’re a quick learner. ” You want to be good.

You want to feel like you deserve his gaze like you’re a project worth saving.

It starts with small things.

He suggests new clothes. “ That color doesn’t suit you. ” he says, handing you something else. “ Trust me. ” So you do.

He tweaks your meals. “ Too much sugar dulls your complexion. ” he says lightly. “ Just looking out for your health. ” You nod.

When you hesitate, he smiles, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes. “ I know what’s best for you. ” You trust him.

One day, you reach for your own shirt. “ I can dress myself.. ” you say quietly.

The room goes silent. Vil turns slowly, and the silence hangs heavy. Then he chuckles softly, as if you’ve made a joke that didn’t land.

“ …Is that so? ” Your chest tightens. “ I just thought— ” His voice drops. “ So you don’t trust me anymore? ”

“ That’s not what I meant.. ”

“ You used to rely on me. ” he says, stepping closer. “ Did I do something wrong? ” You’re hit with guilt before you can think. “ No. I just— ”

“ You don’t love me like you used to. ” he finishes gently. His words sink in, rotting somewhere deep.

You apologize. He accepts it with grace.

After that, time feels strange.

Your closet isn’t yours anymore. Your meals just appear without asking. Your reflection shifts slowly, molded by his approval.

When you look in the mirror, you can’t tell if you like what you see or if you've just learned to smile the way he wants.

Sometimes, you cry alone. and HE always notices.

You attempt to leave once.

You wait until he’s distracted, your heart pounding, hands trembling as you move down the hall. The door is so close. Freedom feels tentative but real.

Then his voice slices through the air. “ Where do you think you’re going? ”

You freeze. He never shouts. When he catches you, he looks hurt not angry. That’s worse.

“ I gave you everything. ” he says quietly. “ And this is how you repay me? ”

You can’t look him in the eye. “ I was scared... ” you whisper.

“ Of me? ” The disappointment on his face crushes you more than any anger ever could.

The last scene is quiet. You sit in front of the mirror. Your body feels heavy, obedient, worn out in a way sleep can’t fix.

Vil stands behind you, brushing your hair with slow, careful strokes. Each pass is gentle, almost tender.

“ There. ” he murmurs. “ Perfect. ” You hardly recognize the person staring back.

He tilts your chin up just enough that you have to meet his eyes in the reflection.

“ Tell me. ” he says softly. “ Do you love me? ” Your throat tightens.

His hand lingers at your neck not squeezing, not hurting just enough pressure to remind you how fragile your answers are.

You hesitate. The silence stretches.

“ Do you love me? ” he asks again, his voice still calm, still beautiful.

Your resistance crumbles under the weight of it all of guilt, of fear, of wanting him to stop looking so disappointed.

“ …Yes.. ” you say. His hand relaxes. He smiles, satisfied.

“ Good. ” Vil whispers, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “ That’s all I wanted. ”

The comb continues its slow rhythm. And you sit still. Because dolls don’t run.

[celestialscripts]

𝓞𝓡𝓟𝓗𝓘𝓒 — prologue : 001

➥ yan!various!twst x gn!sorcerer!reader

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Synopsis: while exiting a bookstore late at night, an uncanny looking carriage appeared before you. before you knew it, everything suddenly became dark, and now you’re stuck inside a fucking coffin.

Content & Trigger Warnings: not proofread, body insecurity, minor self harm, mentions of casual sexual relationships, human trafficking, and drugs.

Author’s Note: get isekai’ed, loser.

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Being different from normal people was laborious, but you couldn’t lie about it not coming with its own benefits.

You never remembered having parents of your own. The only information you had about your origins was that you were found on the front steps of a local orphanage by one of the caretakers. The caretaker had claimed to have heard persistent knocking coming from the main entrance, but when they had opened the doors: little, innocent, infant you was all alone.

The only valuables you carried was a wool blanket, which you had long since discarded, and a golden necklace with a star in the center that was wrapped around said blanket. The caretakers let you keep it as a way to “have your parents with you at all times.”

They assumed it was from your parents since it appeared so valuable. You too believed it for a time, but you knew it was wishful thinking. You mostly wore the gold jewelry as a bracelet rather than a necklace. It felt better that way.

You were destined to be alone since the beginning. At least, that’s what you always told yourself. The pungent sting of rejection had faded away over the years, but it still lingered in the deepest depths of your mind like a blood sucking parasite.

There was no point in wasting away your time with imagining the “what-if’s” about people who never wanted you.

The orphanage itself wasn’t terrible. Did it need better furniture and food? Of course. Was it sometimes too cold during the winter, and too hot during the summer? Yes.

But you couldn’t really complain, you would much rather live in a decrepit building than sleeping on the streets. The adults who worked in the orphanage were always patient and attentive, as well as firm and strict when needed.

The children who shared your experience of loneliness were a mixed crowd of rowdy troublemakers who merely wanted attention, and quiet mice who wished for a better future.

You didn’t fit in with either of those groups. Well, it was more like you couldn’t.

There was one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial, little tiny difference about you that made the other children avoid you like the plague.

Your ears.

The tip of your ears were pointed slightly upwards like that of an elf or mythical creature. While your tips weren’t sharp (rather dull and suppressed actually), they were still noticeable. In the end, the doctors cleared it as some sort of birth defect. Your caretakers called it a beautiful rarity so as to not make you feel more ashamed and secluded than you already were.

Unfortunately, children weren’t as talented as adults when it came to masking their distaste for your appearance. They made it obvious too.

Whispers and scowls of judgement being sent your way behind your back, an empty seat always seeming to be “taken” during lunch, and you were constantly the last one to be chosen during a game.

You despised your ears more than anything else in the world, you often covered them with your hair.

It was humiliating and hurtful the first few times. But you eventually adjusted to it, and gave up trying to form meaningful friendships with the other children or participating with them in social situations. Instead, you chose to preoccupied yourself with two of your true loves: literature and the stars.

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You used to wait until all the children in your cramped, shared bedroom were deep in their slumber to slip out of your sheets and sneakily avoid all the security guards in order to go to the rooftop of the orphanage. Then, you would sit and simply watch whatever stars you were able to see in the light polluted sky. The town your orphanage resided in was small, but still prosperous. Unfortunately, you could only carry out your night escapades during the summer.

Even though you could only spot five stars, at the best, you still enjoyed the peace and quiet of solitude. It was during these moments that you could forget about the tragedy that was your life. Abandoned and lost by everyone.

But when you looked up, you didn’t feel so alone. Stars were constantly shining despite being surrounded by empty abysses.

There was always a nagging feeling in the bottom of your heart that said that you were connected to the celestial bodies of light that you grew to love. That you didn’t belong here. But you could never decipher if it had meant the orphanage, or planet Earth in general.

In time, you ignored the tugging of your heart in favor of enjoying your favorite moment of the night.

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You also dedicated yourself to the pursuit of knowledge whenever you had the chance. The library that was right beside the orphanage became your sanctuary. You spent every break, free time, and recess cooped up inside The House of Words.

You were similar to a black hole, you absorbed whatever information that you could. You enjoyed all genres of books, but your favorite by far, was fantasy. Despite the fact that you hated your mythical appearance and didn’t believe in the supernatural, you loved the creativity and care that came into the various fantasy worlds.

You repeatedly daydreamed creating a book series of your own that would be loved by many, and even inspire other people to create their own stories. It was fantastic.

At five years old, your caretakers took notice of your advanced language, exceptional memory and learning, intense curiosity, and keen observation skills. All common signs of giftedness. You were a science prodigy, more specifically, a brand of science that covered astronomy.

You soon were moved up a few grades and passed almost all the tests and exams sent your way. Keyword: almost. Physical education was your worst nightmare. But you only had enough stamina to succeed with a passable grade.

It wasn’t long until your achievements had reached very curious ears. Little did you know, those curious ears belonged to your future adoptive parents.

Your adoptive parents were famous biologists who drove from their home in the city, that was a few miles away, to your small town with the intent of having a minor vacation. But as they were having a tranquil stroll, they past a cafe that had your mother’s favorite pastry on sale.

They went inside and as they waited for their order, your father had overheard a conversation between two elderly men who spoke of a talented orphan who seemed to have an aspiring future in the scientific field. Your parents had been trying for a child for years with little success, and they wanted their future child to pursue in a successful career (mostly in science or a branch of science).

You saved them the trouble of having to indoctrinate their own child. Your future parents immediately rushed to the orphanage and requested an adoption interview with you.

The caretakers searched every crevasse of the building like mad hens looking for you, only to find you eating your lunch while reading your latest book on the rooftop.

Your endless stream of questions went unanswered as you were dragged through the halls to the interview room, where your future would be written in stone. Long story short, you fit all the requirements to be their child and you were adopted not long after at seven years old.

You silently bid good riddance to the intolerable building and all the residents who lived in it, whom you had no care for in the slightest. The only things you would miss in your small village, were the library and the few stars you could spot in its area of the sky.

Your adoptive parents were…interesting to say the least. They did carry a unique form of love to you, you knew they did. They wouldn’t have adopted you if they hadn’t. But you also sensed a heavy set of expectations from them for you, as the chosen heir to inherit everything that belonged to them. As well as the reputation that came with sharing a last name with them. You were also grateful that they weren’t bothered by your ears at all.

They regularly told you that you deserved the best life possible. But their definition of a good life included a lot of responsibility, hard work, and success. With little time left for fun. You knew your parents had good intentions, but you didn’t enjoy how suffocating their expectations were.

You were instantly thrusted into a completely different, figurative dimension that differed from your previous cold, dark corner of the world.

Your parents enrolled you into many prestigious schools that you had to arrive by bus. Fortunately, the bus stop was a walkable distance from your home. Home… That world felt foreign on your tongue in the beginning of your new life.

The schools were a huge enhancement from the education your orphanage tried to provide for your peers. You appreciated their efforts to try to make it engaging, but the subjects being taught were not nearly academically challenging enough for you. It didn’t help that the material was outdated, and the orphanage couldn’t afford to improve it.

The only circumstance that remained to be trouble for you was the social part. You made sure to hide your ears as much as possible. You also practiced conversation starters and facial expressions in the mirror so as to be prepared for the social interactions you would have to inevitably present.

After all, the heir of two famous biologists needed to always be perfect. This time, it would be different. You wouldn’t be an outsider anymore.

Instantly, you were the ideal model of a good student and prodigy. Perfect attendance, decent perfect grades (fuck you P.E.), perfect attitude, and a perfect facade appearance. Your classmates held admiration and resentment for you. Little did they know how draining it was keeping up your mask of composure.

Your parents also made you sign up for six after school clubs such as: piano, science, cooking, book, astronomy, and chess. The first three were required by your parents, the last three were of your own free will. Your adoptive parents previously made you attend soccer club, but when you showed that you were clearly not the athletic type: you were taken out.

You had managed to make a few companions in the clubs you participated in. They were enjoyable to be around, but they were simply high school students you had no choice but to work with at the end of the day. You couldn’t find it in yourself to make the effort to keep contact once you had graduated. It wasn’t that you had disliked them or anything, you just lost interest in them.

The closest you had been with another person your age was when you were assigned to tutor an athlete who was cute, but dumb as a bag of rocks during your senior year. You had developed an instructor with benefits relationship with them for a few weeks until they had aced a test at their weakest class, then you cut off all ties with them. Fortunately, they had received the message and didn’t try to talk to you again.

You couldn’t deny that you had fun with them, but you didn’t go to school to make friends or fuck buddies, you went to make a good name for yourself. It wasn’t like you could even keep friendships if you wanted to, most people had distanced themselves from you because of your “harsh honesty.”

It wasn’t your fault they could handle criticism or the truth.

When you were forced to attend special events that your parents were hosting or being invited to, holding the facade became more difficult. Your parents would make you play piano to entertain and impress the guests. They also introduced you to various other people who were children of their successful friends, so that you could acquaint yourself with them. But you knew the true purpose behind the meetings, “potential” future partners.

You felt bile raising in your throat at just the thought of being in an arranged relationship. You were too busy trying to plan your future, you didn’t have time, nor were you ready for romance or commitment.

By the time the events had ended, you would fall dead asleep on top of your bed without bothering to change.

While the social aspects of your life weren’t savory, the material aspects made up for it.

Your parents had gifted you with your own very room with a heater and air conditioning. You were free to customize it however you pleased. You felt relieved to be able to have privacy and quiet in contrast of having to share a small room with over ten smelly children.

Your bedroom also had a beautiful view of the city below you. The only two things that left a bitter taste in your mouth was 1) you now weren’t able to see any stars at all due to increased light pollution, 2) the city never slept, and it was always noisy (too noisy).

Your previous cheap, uncomfortable looking clothing were replaced with neat, clean fabrics that didn’t irritate your skin or trigger your touch sensory sensitivity. You quickly developed a fashion sense that revolved around stars and galaxies.

In the little free time that you had, you read to your heart’s content. All the shelves in your room were filled to the brim with countless books and yearly journals that you had been writing since you were five years old. You made the habit of finishing up to three books per week.

Your adoptive parents made the effort to spent quality time with you the best they could. But given how busy they were in their respective careers, the only two ways they could keep you company was playing board games and watching films.

You and your parents were extremely competitive with games, and it often ended in either a tie or very a tight win for either side. Film watching was much more peaceful in comparison. Your favorite movies to watch were old movies that your parents had recorded into VHS tapes. They were big fans of VHS and ancient television.

It was scenarios like these that reminded you that you truly were in a good family, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It still had its challenges, though.

One day during dinner, you had told your parents that you wanted to follow in their footsteps to be in the scientific field, but as an astronomer. Your parents were overjoyed, as you had expected. You had to butter them up before dropping the ball.

The ball was that you had other dreams that you wanted to accomplish besides astronomy, and that was becoming an author and creating your own books. Your parents immediately protested your choice, calling it pointless since you would already be earning enough by being an astronomer. Not only that, they didn’t want you becoming a writer to get in the way of what “really matters.”

In their eyes, your other dream was meaningless. You would never forget what your father told you.

“You can either be a hard worker, or a failure. You can’t do both.”

You hid your disappointment and devastation scarily well, and briefly dropped the subject entirely. It was best to not upset your parents too much. They were the reason why you had such a good life. Plus, they had a point in saying that being an astronomer would give you enough financial support, but…

…I want to make people happy with my stories too…

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Years had passed, and before you knew it, you had graduated from high school with honors and even had the privilege of giving a motivational speech. Visualizing everyone with potato heads helped a lot, and your robe veiled how shaky your knees and hands were.

A few days after, you sent your application to a prestigious university of your choosing that offered astronomy programs. You received an email a week later informing you that you were accepted with a full-tuition scholarship.

You and your parents were beyond ecstatic of the news, and they offered to pay for your plane ticket and the university’s room and board. You were to leave for your temporary home in a few months. Everything you had been planning for so long was finally coming together.

Your parents suggested creating a party to recognize your achievement, but you quickly cut them off by explicitly stating that you wanted to celebrate privately. Your parents were disheartened at first, but they accepted your decision without further explanation. It was your success, after all.

They would just have to stick to bragging about you to their friends at the weekly parties they always forced you to attend. You chose to celebrate by treating yourself to a new book to read. It would just be a quick stroll to your favorite bookstore and then a quick stroll back.

Nothing too complicated at all.

The breeze was crisp and cool as you stepped out of the barely crowded bus and onto the pavement that was just cleared of fallen, blazing leaves by the local groundskeeper. Most of the thin trees in the sidewalk were stripped away of their leaves as autumn arrived.

The part of the city you arrived at was surprisingly calm in terms of noises. The streets were void of traffic, and the sidewalks were desolate of people besides the few regular loners (like yourself) who minded their own business.

The sun was low in the sky, creating long, stretching shadows. It’s light a beautiful shade of amber, and hitting your skin with its final warmth. The sky transitioned from a bright blue with limited clouds to hues of vibrant reds and purples as it approached sunset.

You had chosen the perfect time of the day where it would be the least busiest, along with a beautiful view of the city you enjoyed so much. But it doesn’t compare to the joy you felt for the bookstore in front of you. The real reason why you traveled this far away from your home.

You made sure to dress in your best, comfortable clothes for the occasion. Your outfit consisted of a starry night inspired collared long sleeved shirt that was tucked into your black, ripped, baggy jeans. You also wore a starry hoodie and converse. As for your accessories, you wore black fingerless gloves along with your childhood, golden star necklace around your neck.

Your adoptive parents insisted on driving you here, but you wanted to celebrate your accomplishment on your own before they had the chance to drag you by the arms into another burdensome social event since they now had another thing to show off about you.

It took you a great while to adjust to the fact that those two were legally your parents. You cared for them a great deal, you wouldn’t have worked so hard to appease them if you didn’t. And you knew they reciprocated your feelings. But you sometimes just couldn’t stand their excessive pride for both themselves and you. That’s why you were going to savor these few hours of quietude and freedom while you still had them.

You adjusted your grip on your backpack and without wasting another second, you strolled towards the bookstore. The front door’s bell chimed as you pushed it open and embraced the pumpkin spiced and coffee scent ridden atmosphere.

Every corner of the store was riddled with books that were ripe for the taking as fairy lights dangled on the ceiling. The book shelves were covered with artificial ivy leaves, the entire shop looked to be straight out of a magical forest.

In the center of the store was where the cafe resided, they made the best coffee and pastries in the city (in your personal opinion).

“[Name], how are you doing on this fine afternoon?” Felix greeted you from behind the counter.

Felix was the owner of your favorite bookstore, you’ve visited so many times that you memorized his and the entire staff’s names.

Felix was a tall, thin, elderly white man with a heart of gold. Felix had opened the shop with his husband, Barry, over two decades ago. It was an instant success and had earned plenty of good publicity from book and cafe lovers alike. Felix and his husband took turns with managing the store and would switch every week. This week was Felix’s turn.

“Hello, Felix. I’m doing great, thanks for asking. I finally got my acceptance letter from my dream university yesterday. I’m leaving in a few months,” you explained with a warm smile.

Felix gasped, “My gods! Congratulations, you genius little Spud! What are you doing here then? This is an achievement that needs to be celebrated with friends and family, not in this little shop!”

You nervously chucked, “I don’t have many friends, Felix. And you know how I feel about parties, they suck the energy out of me. I wanted to celebrate privately in the place I love more than anything.”

“That antisocial attitude won’t get you a partner, you know,” Felix stated with teasing green eyes.

You sent him an unimpressed look, he chortled in return, “I’m just kidding! I’m honored that you think that highly of this place, [Name]. Let me guess, you’re here to buy the new thriller book made by that famous author? What was it called again?”

You visibly perked up and blurted, “Lethal Mania?”

“That’s the one! Everyone and their mothers have been fighting to get their hands on that damn book. I had to break up a cat fight between two teenagers just yesterday. What is it about again?” Felix stroked his comedically long beard.

You immediately began to ramble while your eyes darted to everywhere but Felix’s face, you desperately needed to work on eye contact.

“The author, Carrie Lucas (fake author btw), is excellent when it comes to writing gothic fantasy novels. Her latest book, from what I read from critics online, is that it’s her best yet. It’s about a female character being the object of attraction between multiple royal families, but she’s secretly an eldritch monster who uses a human disguise to live a normal life and not be killed.

“But when her secret is revealed, the princes and princesses who are obsessed with her fell even harder! I know it’s toxic and unhealthy, and I under no circumstances would wish that upon anybody!…Buuut it’s kiiinda…” You trailed off with a curled lip as desire burned in your eyes.

Felix clicks his tongue in disapproval and shakes his head, “You’re hopeless, kid.”

“Anyways! They are all certified monster lovers, and now the female character has to choose between giving up her freedom for marriage to one of her infatuated suitors, or escaping the country, but the real question is: would she make it far?” You muttered the last few words and continued, “I’m done with two-thirds of her previous novel, and I’m convinced that I’ll be able to finish it in two hours here. Then, I’ll read Lethal Mania on the bus ride home! It seemed like an interesting concept and I wanted to see if it was worth the hype myself—!”

Felix shushed with a polite, wrinkled smile, “Inside voices please, [Name].”

Your face heats up with embarrassment, your voice tended to get louder whenever you were talking about something you loved or were passionate about. You usually had better control over it during important events held by your parents, but since you were with Felix: your composure seemed to let go.

It felt good being free from expectations now and then, but if it happened frequently, you would never get better. You couldn’t afford to make a fool out of yourself in public, especially if you were going to school with the best of the best.

“I-I apologize. Is the book in stock?” You stuttered out.

Felix let out a saddened sigh, “They sold out as soon as I opened shop. It was absolute carnage.” Disappointed crossed your face, the old man quickly added, “But, since you’re my ever most loyal customer and companion: I saved one just for you.”

You beamed, “Thank you so much, Felix!” When you reached to fetch your wallet from your backpack, Felix put up his hand and responded, “It’s on the house. Consider it a graduation present.”

Your jaw dropped as you softly grasped the book and fully analyzed it. It had a hard cover with golden sprayed sides as well as a permanent ribbon bookmark. You replied, “Felix, I couldn’t! Are you sure?”

Felix chimed, “I’m certain, as a matter of fact—HEY CYNTHIA!” You flinched and clenched your fist, masking your hearing sensitivity with a strained grin.

“Yeah Boss?” The honey skin toned girl called out.

“Serve [Name] their usual on the house! They got into their dream school!” Felix announced. Upon hearing your accomplishment, the customers along with Cynthia cheered for you. You pulled your hood up and murmured, “What happened to inside voices?”

“Would you like it here or to go, Spud?”

“U-Uh, here—?”

“THEY WANT IT FOR HERE!”

There goes your hearing for the day. You’ve severely underestimated the vocal cords of old British geezers like Felix. You thanked the elderly man one last time before taking a seat in an empty chair beside a small table.

Less than five minutes later, Cynthia had brought your favorite coffee drink and pastry to your table, along with a small bag of mini chocolate chip cookies that weren’t part of your order. You asked why she gave them to you, the brown haired teen smiled down at you and said, “Because you deserve them. Have a good day, [Name].”

You sent her a thankful nod before she walked away and stuffed Lethal Mania into your backpack. Then you took out your two-third’s finished book, put on your headphones, played the audiobook, and began reading while quietly eating your food.

It was night and nearing the bookstore’s closing time when you had finished reading your book. And safe to say, it was great. Carrie had never failed you once with her writing. The cafe was practically deserted by now, and you held the small bag of cookies you couldn’t finish in your hand.

“Thanks again for everything today, Felix. It means a lot to me,” you started with a small grin.

Felix sipped his tea from his elegant glass and replied, “Don’t mention it, Spud. Seriously, don’t. If word got out that I offered freebe’s to a graduate, a whole fuckin’ tsunami of kids will come busting through my door.”

“Sir, I won’t tell a soul,” you promised before pulling an imaginary zipper across your lips.

Felix guffawed, “You’re too adorable for your own good, [Name]. It’s a shame you’re never going to get a partner, couldn’t be me.” Felix finished with a smirk as he flaunted his ring.

You glared, “I’m single by choice, asshole.”

You normally restrained yourself from swearing in public, but whenever you were alone with Felix; you felt like you could be more comfortable with unfiltered speaking.

The elderly man rolled his eyes and loudly sipped his tea, “Sure ya are, Spud.” Then he paused for a moment before he mused, “Seriously though, you’re a good kid, [Name]. You should be out there making friends and treasurable memories, not be all by your lonesome in a corner. There’s gonna be a time where you’re going to need to rely on others to succeed, not just yourself. It’s time to let go of your fears and be open.”

You remarked, “I’ve gotten to where I am with my brain and my own two hands. Nobody else was able to get to my level if I taught them how to do so, and I highly doubt they would be willing to help me if they knew the real me.”

“And who’s that?” Felix questioned with a skeptical look.

You put your hair behind your misshapen ear and gloomily confessed, “A fake. A freak.”

Felix scoffed, “Is that what you really think of yourself? Bloody hell, look at yourself. I mean, truly look at yourself, [Name]. You graduated high school with flying colors and honors. You pushed through every club you had signed up for with your chin held up high. And now, you’re heading to one of the best universities ever! If you ask me, who I see right now is no freak. It’s a damn champion, and I don’t want you to ever fuckin’ forget that. Understand?”

You nodded dumbly as you stared at him wide eyed. Felix was the only person in this world you felt like you could trust enough with your insecurities and secrets. You could kill somebody and he’d probably help you hide the body.

Felix’s green eyes softened and he added, “You’ve worked hard your whole life, [Name]. And now you’re going to get the life you deserve. I just don’t want you to be alone during that time. I also don’t want you to be worrying about me while you’re studying. I want you to be happy and live. I may be an old man, but I’ll be fine. I promise. Now can you promise me that you’ll be yourself from now on?”

You hesitated as you opened your mouth to speak before shutting it again like a fish out of water. Then you faintly answered, “I’ll..I’ll try. Thank you, Felix. I won’t ever forget you and your ugly face.”

“Watch it, you little shit,” Felix warned with a grin, exposing his gapped teeth.

You laughed and walked towards the door. But as you clasped the doorknob, you turned your head to glance at Felix.

“I’ll see you later, Santa Claus,” you softly teased.

Felix raised his glass and responded, “Have a safe trip home, my elf on the shelf.” Then you left without another word, and with an unspoken heavy heart.

Little did you know, it would be the last time you ever saw Felix or your adoptive parents again.

You let out a hushed shudder as you stepped out of the bookstore. The sun had completely disappeared, and the great, dark blanket of night had completely covered the sky. When you looked up, you were expecting to see an absent Moon due to the fact that it would be in its New Moon phase. And as disappointing as it may be, it was simply part of life.

But what you saw up in the sky instead, shook you to your core.

It was a lunar eclipse. Which shouldn’t even be possible since it was already near the end of November, and the New Moon phases was supposed to be taken place. Not only that, but the lunar eclipse this year had already passed in September.

So unless a wizard who could rewind time lived, there’s no logical reasoning for why the anomaly in front of you is existing at all. The time is not the only reason why the lunar eclipse surprised you either. The color of the Moon was out of the ordinary as well.

Usually, the Moon during a lunar eclipse was supposed to be a reddish hue due to sunlight filtering through Earth's atmosphere. Instead, it was green.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat and stammered, “Wh-What the fuck? This can’t be real. It shouldn’t be possible! Did Cynthia put some kind of drug in these cookies again?!” You took a deep breath in to calm your nerves and calmly spoke to yourself, “You’re dreaming, [Name]. You just fell asleep in the store again. It’s not possible. It’s not possible. Just…get to the bus stop.”

The bus station was a block away from the bookstore, so it was, fortunately, not a long walk. As you began to stroll through the dim city, you noticed a few small, yet noticeably, peculiar things that normal people would usually brush past.

There was absolutely no signs of human life present around you. The streets were completely empty. No cars or a single faceless stranger in sight, which was strange considering that there would always at least be a string of cars driving through even at midnight. You wished that was all you had encountered, but it wasn’t.

It only got worse.

When you sauntered past an alley, your eyes widened when you saw a group of stray cats hissing and yowling at you as they glared at you with their glowing pupils.

“Strange felines…I wish I could take one home. I’ve always wanted a pet cat, but mother and father cared too much for their furniture,” you muttered to yourself and continued your strolling.

A chill crawled down your spine when you heard the cawing of crows along with the infernal chittering of bats from the alleyways on the other side of the street.

You let out a sigh of relief when you had finally arrived to the empty bus depot. You sat on the metal bench and waited with a shaking leg for the bus to take you away. Five minutes turned to ten, then ten minutes turned to fifteen.

You groaned, “Where the hell is that bus? I’m going to perish from boredom by the time it arrives.” You glanced at your backpack and hummed, “I guess I’ll get started on reading my new book here.”

You were originally going to read Lethal Mania on the ride home, but since the bus was taking its sweet time, you had no other choice but to read it to pass the time. But just as you were about to pull, you screamed when the loud caw of a crow came from right beside you.

“You almost scared the lights out of me, you damned bird!” You scolded, but the bird merely caw’ed back at you. Then its gaze snapped to your bag of cookies.

“Oh,” you let out a breathless chuckle, “Do you want a cookie? I apologize, but I can’t feed them to you. I read somewhere that chocolate is toxic for your kind. I may have a packet of tree nuts in my bag, give me a second.”

It took you a few seconds of exploration, but when you had acquired the packet: you wordlessly poured it into your palm and held it out in hopes for the crow to accept it, and it did; much to your delight. You enjoyed and much preferred the company of animals over humans.

You resisted the urge to pet the crow as it ate off of your hand. You observed, “You may not be a cat, but you’re still a fascinating creature to me nonetheless.”

The crow gazed at you for a moment longer and released what sounded like a thankful “coo” before it flew away from its spot next to you. You transferred the remaining nuts back inside the packet and returned your sights to the book in your lap.

You sighed, “Now, where were we?” Unbeknownst to you, an odd layer of fog began to overlay the area around you. You turned a few pages of your book until you were face to face with the first chapter.

Your smile fell when you heard the trotting of horse hoofs clopping towards your direction until they had stopped right in front of you. The two horses matched the darkness of the elegant carriage they were pulling behind them, they stood out like sore thumbs in the modernized city.

“Would it be bothersome for the universe to grant me one minute of reading in peace?” You silently irked.

But what really caught your attention was the fact that the carriage had no rider and that its walls were made out of glass, making the giant casket inside visible.

How did they get here by themselves? Are they from a funeral home?

And just to make things more upsetting for you, the carriage was parked on the bus’s spot.

“Excuse me, but you can’t stay here. This is where the bus is supposed to be parked at. Could you move, please?” You gently ordered the horses. But they wouldn’t move a muscle, they didn’t even seem to acknowledge you.

As you fully analyzed the creatures, you took notice of their feathered headpieces as well as the robes on their backs with a bizarre crow symbol on them, and the words “Night Raven College” below.

I’ve never heard of a school like that? Note to self: look it up.

Your patience began to dwindle as you made another failed attempt to drive the horses away. But just as before, they were immobile. The black horses let out impatient huffs as they looked at you expectantly.

Do they want me to get on?

You could feel a migraine begin to form as you massaged your head, this was getting irritating. “If this is some sort of prank, it’s not funny! I’ve had a long day and I just want to go home. So either you move, or I’m calling the police,” you warned with firm persistence while looking around for a hidden camera.

As soon as the words had left your mouth, the top of the casket inside the carriage suddenly flipped open. You flinched away in surprise. There was no corpse, it was as empty as space.

How did it do that? There had to be some sort of contraption that opened the casket, right? Wait, why were you even worried if this was all a dream?

“Nope. I’m not doing this. I’ll just walk home! I hope you get zero views for this brainless prank, you vacuous wastes of air!” You fumed while raising two middle fingers up.

But when you grabbed your backpack and stood up, you were hit with dizziness and your migraine had worsened. You faltered in your steps as your feet abruptly felt too heavy. The horses let out thunderous neighs as black spots clouded your vision. You tried to fight back against whatever was causing this to no avail.

Damn it..I didn’t even get to read my book yet…

It wasn’t long until you had suddenly lost consciousness and fell on top of the cold, concrete floor.

Without your knowledge, your entire body started glowing as a spell was released from your body. Your true form and power no longer concealed or restricted.

Your real story begins now.

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The sounds of loud rattling disturbed you from your deep slumber. You let out a low groan as you opened your eyes and found yourself staring into darkness. The air around you felt stiff and heavy.

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me...Urgggh...This lid weighs a ton!” a mysterious voice complained.

Who’s that? Am I awake now?

You subconsciously raised your hand to scratch an itch below your nose, until you were stopped by a wall. All weariness immediately deserted your body when you had pieced together that you were confined inside a claustrophobic box of some kind.

Panic overwhelmed your mind as you started pummeling your fists against the wall before you. Were you kidnapped? If so, where were you taken? Was this still a dream? All of your questions would soon be answered. The mysterious person seemed to stop trying to pry open your casket as they backed away with fear at the sudden sign of your struggling.

“Like hell I’ll be human trafficked! Let me out of here, you FUCKING—!” You howled with all your fury.

A tingling sensation became evident on your fingers as light and sparkles materialized from your palms and spread around your body. Without even noticing, your pupils began to glow as well. When you had moved to slam both of your fists at once on the wall, the coffin that held you captive had promptly shattered into pieces.

Splinters and huge chunks of wood scattered across the floor. You were taken aback by the obliteration and stumbled slightly as you tried to regain your composure.

How did I do that? I’m not usually that strong. Now I definitely know I’m still dreaming. Wait…are those floating coffins?!

Before you could continue to assess your surroundings, a yowl interrupted your thought process.

“What?! You ain’t supposed to be awake!”

Your heart leaped out of your chest and you couldn’t control the yelp that escaped your lips as your gaze landed on the…adorable little cat (was it even a cat?) below you? Could he actually speak? This was a curious turn your dream was taking.

The creature laid on the ground with flattened ears, seemingly stunned by the explosion and stared up at you with fear mixed adrenaline fueled dilated pupils. The creature’s electric blue flames blazing from his ears along with his pitchforked shaped tail immediately caught your eye.

That’s definitely not something you see everyday.

The creature appeared to be irked by your continuous gawking as he hissed, “D-Do you have a staring problem or something, human—?” He suddenly stopped himself and sniffed the air, then he recoiled in disgust.

“You reek of magic and…somethin’ extremely weird! Whatever it is, it’s definitely not human. You don’t even look like one now that I see you up close. Tch, you don’t even have the uniform! What the heck even are ya?” The creature questioned with a condescending tone.

You felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured on you. Were your ears out? You hastily moved to cover them with your hair, but when you actually felt them; you could tell that they had grown much longer and sharper than they were before. No matter how much you had tried, your ears would always poke out of your hair.

You sucked in a shaky breath and instead chose to cover your ears with your hood. This dream was slowly turning into a nightmare.

You asked, “What do you mean when you say that you can smell my magic? And what else is different about me from a regular human?”

The creature rolled his eyes and answered, “Who cares? I certainly don’t. What really matters to me is gettin’ a uniform so I can join the ceremony, but you were just a huge waste of time!”

You ignored the insult and gasped, “I’m so rude, I haven’t even asked for your name yet. What is it, little one? And if I may ask, what exactly are you? A cat or weasel of some kind?”

The creature was surprised by your consideration, normally other humans would make rude assumptions about his species. His surprise quickly twisted into a smug smile as he boasted, “You sure ask a lotta questions, but at least you know your manners when you’re in front of magnificence. If you must know, I am a monster who’s destined for extraordinary magehood. I am the illustrious Grim!”

“So you don’t have a clue what you are either, huh? That’s fine, you’re still adorable either way,” you voiced with a smile.

Grim stuttered with a flustered expression, “Excuse you! I am not adorable! I am a cold hearted sorcerer who can burn ya to a crisp if I wanted to! So you better treat me with the respect I deserve!” You were proving to be much different from all the other humans Grim had encountered, even though you weren’t truly human yourself.

“I apologize if I make you uncomfortable, but I can’t stop myself from speaking what’s on my mind. I admire all sorts of creatures, from the tiniest of insects to the largest of beasts. You are something I’ve never seen or heard of before, and right now it’s taking everything within me to not hold you in my arms and keep you forever,” you ranted with an innocent expression.

Meanwhile, Grim looked up at you with apprehension, “You’re a little too honest with your feelings, Thing. Keep away from me if you know what’s good for ya!”

You frowned, “I am not a thing. I have a name just like you. I’m [Full Name], and I have a few more questions to ask. For starters, what is this place and why did you want my uniform? I highly doubt it would’ve fit you even if you were successful in your thievery.”

Grim observed you with a skeptical look, “Is your brain all screwed up or something? Almost everyone in the world knows what Night Raven College is.”

You shook your head negatively, “Unfortunately, I don’t. Could you please be kind enough to elucidate this matter to me?”

The feline let out a few annoyed growls until he glanced back at your pleading expression, then he dramatically sighed, “Fine! But only because you’re beggin’ so politely! To put it simply for your mind to understand, Night Raven College is a magic school where only the best of the best mages get accepted, a thing that is decided by the Dark Mirror. People from all over are dying to get into this school.”

Is this academy similar to Hogwarts then? This dream is becoming exciting now. I wonder if I’ll meet the Golden Trio?

Grim’s mood suddenly sours, “But the only way to know you’re chosen is if the black carriage picks you up personally…Lucky…”

“What was that?”

“N-Nothing! Lemme finish explaining, then you can talk!” Grim snapped, then his tone shifted from resentful to faux pride, “I wanted your uniform so I’ll be able to join the ceremony that’s happening right now.”

So…you were chosen by a “Dark Mirror” and taken against your will. Your mind was getting creative with your dreams tonight.

“But if you were chosen, wouldn’t you already have a uniform when you arrived? Were yours too large, or were they dirty?” You questioned.

Grim stiffened and stayed silent, you gently pressed, “Grim, were you even chosen?”

The feline’s muzzle scrunched into a dejected look as he mumbled “no.”

You cautioned, “I think it would be best if you left, Grim. You could get in serious trouble if you’re discovered to be trespassing on campus—”

“NEVER!”

You were interrupted by Grim as he exclaimed, “I’ve waited for the black carriage to pick me up my entire life, only for it to be for nothin’! I was born to be a great magician. I wanna be famous and have all eyes on me. I’m done waitin’ for a day that’s never going to happen. If no one’s gonna recognize my talents, then I’ll make them see me! So I’m not givin’ up! Ever!”

Your eyes widened at the passion in Grim’s voice. He was dedicated to attending a school so much that he was willing to trespass? There were obvious flaws in his logic, but you couldn’t help but feel respect for the adorable creature.

Instead of ridicule and criticism like Grim had expected, you lightly encouraged, “Your determination is admirable, Grim. Taking matters into your own hands takes some serious boldness. You have my confidence that you’ll be a great sorcerer.”

“You really mean that?” Grim muttered.

You kneeled to his level and replied with a warm smile, “I really do.”

Grim felt something tug at his chest as you gazed at him with a fondness he had never experienced before. He quickly masked that feeling with a smirk and casually declared, “It’s nice to see that at least one person here has an eye for talent. You’re officially my going to be my servant from now on, consider yourself blessed!”

“Suuure, whatever you say,” you sighed, but your lips curled into an amused grin. Then an idea came to you.

“How would you like to make a bargain, Grim?”

The feline’s face lit up, “I’m listening.”

You expressed, “I didn’t exactly arrive to this place on my own accord. I was going to reject the black carriage when I suddenly fell unconscious, and before I knew it; I woke up here. I don’t want to be in a magical school, Grim. I don’t even believe in the concept of magic or the supernatural. I have my own academic dreams, and my future is not at Night Raven College. So…If you can help me find the exit to this place, I’ll give you my spot of enrollment. Do we have a deal—?”

Your hand was seized quicker than your mind could comprehend as Grim repeatedly said “yes” to your offer. Then he abruptly crawled up your back and commanded right next to your ear, “I’ll getcha outta here lickity split, my loyal servant! Just follow my orders and you’ll be home faster than you can say pumpkin pie!”

“I don’t understand why you need to sit on my shoulders in order to show me the way out…” you pondered with furrowed eyebrows.

Grim barked, “Oi, less whining more walking! We’re on a time crunch here, so we can’t afford have any distractions…” the creature trailed off as his tiny nose went to the air and sniffed a couple of times until he found the source of the smell.

“Is that cookies my great nose picks up? Coming from…over there!” Grim pointed to your backpack that stood alone in the center of what was once the casket. You gasped, “My bag is still here? Oh thank the stars!”

You were so focused on Grim that you didn’t even bother to check for your backpack. You dart to your bag, searched it, and let out a sigh of relief. Everything was still there, like nothing happened at all. You wouldn’t know what you would do if your important personal belongings as well as your clothes disappeared.

“Gimme the goods, my minion!” Grim demanded as his little paws reached out for the cookies inside.

You sent an expectant look his way, like a parent scolding their disruptive child, “What are you supposed to say after asking for something?”

“Uh…Give it to me, now?” Grim guessed.

You groaned, “You’re supposed to say please and thank you. Good gods, were you ever taught manners?”

“Like I’ll ever beg a—eh, a whatever-you-are for food! Now gimme!” Grim belittled.

You glared, “Then I guess you won’t get your treats, or my spot,” Grim’s eyes widened with horror. Without you knowing, you had bared your fangs at him. You continued, “I’ll tolerate a lot of things, but disrespect is not one of them. If you show me the right degree of courtesy, I’ll give you the same. I refuse to bestow my spot to someone who doesn’t want to treat people with the bare minimum of dignity.”

Grim sputtered, “Wait, wait! Y-You don’t have to do that! I’ll be better I promise!” He whimpered, “Can I have some of your cookies, please…and thank you.”

Your features softened, “Of course you can. That wasn’t so difficult was it?”

“You have no idea,” Grim mumbled.

You grabbed the tiny bag of sweets and handed it to Grim, the monster’s jaw dropped slightly, then his eyes brightened.

“You can have the rest. I’m not that hungry anyways. Enjoy, Grim,” you said with a fond look. The feline wasted no time in gobbling up your poor pastries as you placed your backpack behind you and began walking out the door and down the great veranda of Night Raven College.

Upon entering the hallway, you were immediately greeted with a pool of stars in the sky along with a massive green moon, just like in your previous world. But the only two key differences were that the air surrounding the school was damp instead of skin biting cold, and due to the light pollution in the city: stars were rare to see unless there was a blackout. The season this world was currently experiencing was summer, not autumn.

You might have been gaping up at the sky for too long because your head was suddenly bonked by Grim’s paw. While it didn’t hurt in the slightest, it was enough to snap you out of your fixation.

Grim ordered, “Enough gawkin’! Let’s get moving, servant!”

Ugh, would it kill him to address me with my true name? You thought with an irritated grimace, but you calmed yourself and continued on your course without any further questions.

Unbeknownst to you, tiny specks from each strand of your hair illuminated gold under your hood upon being in true darkness.

Your shoes made clacking and squeaking mixed sounds as you descended down the pristine, smooth floors. The academy’s courtyard was lavish with pointy bushes, a well in the center, and a single apple tree.

But your eyes caught sight of a room that made you stop in your tracks. A library.

“Hey, why’d ya stop?” Grim asked with an impatient frown.

“Can we look inside the library? It will only take a moment.”

“Hah? Why would ya want to go inside a boring room like that? C’mon we’re wasting precious time here!” Grim whined as he tugged on your hoodie.

You hummed, “I’m beginning to reconsider our bargain.”

Grim yelped, “You’re such a selfish jerk, y’know that! Fine! We can visit the stupid library, but only for five minutes! Nothin’ more, nothin’ less!”

You thanked Grim and silently strolled towards the room, you were curious as to what kind of books resided in the room of knowledge. The ancient doors creaked as you pushed them open.

The library itself, like the rest of the school, was humongous. Books floated in the air similar to the firelights in Felix’s bookstore, and green lanterns lit up the end of every aisle. The dark corridor in the library appeared endless. There was also not a single person in the room, at least that was what you believed.

“This library is magnificent! The architect who designed this entire room is extremely talented!” You gushed as your eyes consumed as much as they could.

“I’m flattered you think so highly of this academy’s library!” A gleeful voice spoke up from behind you.

Grim and yourself scrabbled to unconsciously hold each other as the both of you let out surprised shouts.

“Where d’ya come from?! I couldn’t even hear you!” Grim exclaimed, his hold on your face tightening.

“Grim, I would greatly appreciate it if you could, please, remove your paws from my face immediately,” you asserted with a muffled voice as the monster’s paws were squeezing your cheeks to death. Grim reluctantly complied, but he still clung to your shoulders.

The man before you was certainly not someone whose appearance you would forget. His face was concealed by a half-mask resembling a raven's beak. Although you couldn’t clearly see his real eyes under the mask, they still glowed gold. He had short, wavy black hair. The man also had an incredible fashion, and you couldn’t deny the fact that he was exceptionally handsome.

But what really grabbed your attention was his pointed ears.

Were pointed ears a norm in this world?

You could feel a flutter of hope in your chest.

“Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut,” the mysterious man chimed as he lightly tapped his cane. His eccentric attitude was pleasant and charming, like he was a host greeting you into his humble abode.

But a voice in the back of your skeptical mind told you that there was something odd with the man behind that welcoming smile. Odder than everything else you had encountered in this world so far. But you chose to keep it to yourself, for now.

“Is this raccoon your pet? I dearly hope that it’s well trained, you wouldn’t want to violate school rules during orientation, now would you?” The man cooed.

Grim’s expression hardened, “As if I'd serve some lowly whatever-they-are, and I ain’t no raccoon!” The feline snapped. You quickly covered his mouth with your palm and hastily added, “I apologize for my companion, he’s got a temper that’s as short as his height.”

The man bursted into laughter, “Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always tend to say the most disrespectful of things.” The two of you ignored Grim’s muffled protests.

“Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Typically students have enough restraint to wait until I open them before waking up. Does the very notion of patience elude you?” The man mused with a disappointed tone.

So the coffins are like gateways? Interesting…

“No matter. Remove your hood, I want to discern the face of my new student,” the odd man requested with a friendly tone.

Your body became rigid, and the man seemed to notice as he softly urged, “Come now, Night Raven College will still accept you regardless of what your physical appearance may be. You have nothing to fear, young one.”

You were still ambivalent about trusting the peculiar man, but he hadn’t given you any reason to remain cautious. Slowly, but surely, you pulled your hood down to reveal your new features.

The man silently gasped as he fully analyzed your appearance.

Your ears were highly pointed unlike any fae he had encountered, and strands of your hair had specks of gold that glimmered under the lanterns lights. Not only that, but your mere presence radiated a strong magical aura.

“Now that I can see you clearly, there is something enchanting about you that I can’t quite describe. Are you a specific type of fae, or a new species entirely?” The man muttered under his breath.

“I beg your pardon?” You questioned with a wary smile.

“Oh, it’s nothing important,” he brushed off, “You are certainly a miraculous person. I thank you for trusting me with your appearance, but time is running out. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste. You may bring your companion along with you as well.”

They will prove to be a promising student indeed. I mustn’t let them slip through my fingers. The man thought with a grin.

You interrupted, “Actually, there’s something I must inform you about first, sir…who are you?”

The man looked at you with an incredulous expression, “Have you not fully regained consciousness? The effects of time-space teleportation must have addled your memories...These things happen, I suppose.” His tone shifted to joyful, “Well, fear not. Kindhearted Crowley will explain—!”

You interjected once again, “Grim has already explained to me what this arcane academy is. And, unfortunately, I don’t ever see myself attending here.”

The pompous man who you now know is named Crowley uttered with bewilderment, “What did you just say? Surely my ears are tricking me. You want refuse your admission?”

You shook your head with affirmation and responded with a firm tone, “There is no trickery at play. I don’t have a clue why that Dark Mirror thinks I should be here, especially since I can’t use, nor do I believe in magic at all. I have my own plans for the future, and I was just accepted into another university that I wanted to attend for a long time. I wish to give my admission to someone else who would appreciate it more than I will. That someone is—”

“ME! ME! ME!” Grim cleared his throat and composed himself, “Yeah, it’s me. Grim, the great magical prodigy who’ll be more than happy to take the spot of my minion! Unlike them, I can actually use magic. So let me be a student here!” Grim blurted with a hopeful grin.

It was silent for a beat too long, then Crowley guffawed, “I see how it really is. Oh my, I haven’t heard a hilarious joke like that in a long time. Truly, you are too much.” The man wiped away a crocodile tear.

Grim’s expression fell and he argued, “But we ain’t joking! Right, [Mispronounced Name]?”

“It’s pronounced, [Name], and Grim is correct. We’re both very much serious with our decisions, so we would appreciate it if you showed me the way out of this building and accept Grim as my replacement,” you addressed with crossed arms.

Crowley sputtered with wide eyes, “You…This is most troublesome, indeed. The gate must’ve impaired your mind a great deal. I apologize, but even if I wanted to allow you to refuse your enrollment, the Dark Mirror only chooses specific students it perceives as having a talent for magic. I can’t simply hand over your admission to a random stranger that has yet to prove himself. I may be the headmage, but even I have my limits. Not only that, but I can sense a great power within you that’s just waiting to be used. It wouldn’t be wise to waste an opportunity like this to expand your abilities as a mage. Imagine how disappointed your family would be.”

Your jaw clenched at Crowley’s annoying persistence, “Don’t talk about my family. And what do you mean that you “won’t allow me” to leave? That’s not your decision to make.”

Why couldn’t he just accept your answer and leave you be? Couldn’t he see that you didn’t belong here? Who the hell did he think he was?

“Grim’s dream has always been to attend this school, he came all this way just so he could ask to be a student. That alone proves that he has the determination needed to be a great sorcerer. Doesn’t he deserve a chance?” you emphasized your point by thrusting Grim to Crowley’s face. The feline played along by sending Crowley his best, cute, pleading expression.

Then you suavely added, “Imagine how disheartened everyone in this world would be if they had heard that NRC’s supposedly kind headmage denied a passionate soul’s dream for prominence.”

You feigned a woeful frown as you caressed Grim’s fluffy head with compassion (you ignored the almost irresistible impulse of affectionately biting his ear). The monster in your arms mimics your woe by letting out dramatic sniffles and whimpers.

You could basically hear the sad strings of violins playing in the background as you and Grim played out your guilt-tripping facade.

Crowley seethed, “You manipulative little schemers—!” Then he stopped himself and answered through a tight smile, “I suppose it would not be very benevolent of me to force you to stay when you clearly have no interest for this incredible school, neither would it be courteous to reject a…potential student. Night Raven College accepts all, and respects the choices of all. I’ll agree to your terms on one condition.”

“Anythin’!” Grim shouted. You shushed him and readied yourself to hear Crowley’s terms.

The headmage replied with a barely hidden smirk, “In order for me to transfer your admission to your familiar, you must first accept your admission.”

You objected, “But you just said—!”

“Hush! Let me finish,” Crowley sighed, “I cannot give the monster your seat if you reject it, then it would be like it had never existed. But, if you attend orientation and let yourself be assigned a dorm, then you can resign and gift your spot to your companion. It’s quite simple and both of you benefit immensely from it.”

Crowley felt exasperated that you were willingly choosing to throw away a chance for eminence. But in the end, it truly was your decision to make alone. His role was to merely guide you to the best path you could possibly find.

But, ever the crafty man that he was, he always had an ulterior motive for every action he made. This was one of them. Crowley had hoped that presenting you with your dorm would encourage you to change your mind. The headmage could only dream.

“Do we have an agreement?” Crowley asked.

You still felt cynical about the headmage and his true intentions, but this was the best deal you were ever going to achieve. For now. But before you could utter a word, Grim had answered for the both of you.

“You’ve got yourself a deal! I can’t believe it, I’m gonna be a student here soon! Let’s go knock ‘em dead, [Name]!” Grim cheered with a raised paw. A light smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the sight of Grim being so happy, but there was an underlying feeling that you had just committed a mistake.

But why should you be so concerned? After all, this was all just a dream…right?

The immaculate halls made you feel a great sense of disquiet as Crowley lead you and your furry companion towards the Mirror Chamber, where the student orientation was currently taking place. The quiet was so intense that you could hear the dust motes dancing, it was as though every breath you had released could be heard from three hallways away.

Crowley hadn’t emitted a word and appeared to be content with the hefty silence. The moon’s illumination shining through the gorgeous windows were your only source of light and guidance.

“Psst, [Name],” Grim whispered very closely to your ear. Although he seemed unbothered by the quiet as well, he made the effort to keep your conversation private. He continued in a hush voice, “Makin’ Crowley feel guilty about rejectin’ me was a smart move. I made sure to put on my best performance yet. You did pretty okay too.”

“Thank you, Grim. We make a pretty impressive team. This has been a riveting dream, but I’m ready to wake up now,” you muttered with a quiet chuckle.

Grim’s ear flickered as his eyes narrowed, “Ya still think this is all a dream, huh?”

“Why wouldn’t I? In my world, the real world, magic is nothing but a fictional supernatural power designed for entertainment. And talking, feline looking monsters like you aren’t exactly common unless you’re a puppet. I was raised to believe in logical above all else,” you explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

Grim rolled his eyes, “Where’s the fun in that? Not everything’s gotta make sense, ya know. Sometimes things that you can’t explain just happen outta nowhere. I don’t know what I’d do without my fire.”

“Does this entire world rely on magic?”

“Only most of them. Of course, there’s some lame-o’s out there who can’t use magic at all and go about just fine. Can’t believe you’re gonna be one of ‘em.”

It was quiet again for a few seconds until you broke it, “I’m going to miss you, Grim. Admittedly, you were difficult the first time I met you, but you began to grow on me. I’ll be able to wake up with a light heart knowing that you’ll be one step closer to your goal.”

Grim gaped at you as sentiment crashed onto his soul like a wave. He swiftly buried the feeling deep down. But not completely as traces of tenderness remained throbbing in his chest. The feline rested his head against your shoulder.

“You were a decent minion,” Grim admitted, “I’m only going to say this once, so ya better listen up…You’re..not half as bad like most of the humans I’ve met in my life, and…thanks for the spot.” The monster purposely said the last sentence a bit too fast, but you comprehended every word he said.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you whispered.

Suddenly, Crowley stopped in front of two huge, wooden doors. He glanced back at you and Grim. “Are the two of you prepared?” the headmage asked with a knowing grin.

You let out a shaky sigh, “Let’s get this arrangement over with.” Crowley opened the door widely for you to pass through without another word.

All the chatter in the room had paused when the headmage entered with you trailing behind him. Well, all except three voices who appeared to be ignorant of his arrival.

“Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony...” A silvery voiced trailed off.

“Some headmage he is.” A bleak, slightly muffled, voice criticized.

A sweet sounding voice suggested, “Maybe he had a tummyache?”

You couldn’t properly differentiate between whose voices belong to who thanks to nearly every person in the room wearing similar purple and black cloaks. But judging by their size and stature, you quickly came to the conclusion that the room was full of men.

Is this an all boys academy? Damn, where do I fit?

“I most certainly did not!” Crowley asserted. You could only catch a glimpse of one of the cloaked figure’s appearance, a boy with neutral red hair and dusty blue eyes. Granted, he was considerably shorter than the rest of his peers, but he wore a stern look on his face as he acknowledged the headmage.

“If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for orientation,” Crowley expressed, you tensed as you immediately became the center of attention. You managed to subdue the instinct to curl deeper into the safety of your hoodie as you ambled past the various rows of students and their peering eyes.

Your clothing was the first distinguishable thing they had noticed upon your arrival, then they immediately resumed to murmuring amongst themselves when Grim’s fiery self also came into the picture. He wasn’t making an effort to appear modest.

The feline wore an erasable, arrogant smirk as he bragged out loud, “What’s the matter kiddos? Ya never seen a skillful genius before? Well take a good long look, cause as soon as I graduate and become an awesome sorcerer; I’m gonna forget all about you losers!”

That boastful comment quickly sparked an outrage that had to be muted by Crowley, and said man shot you an unimpressed glare, “If you can’t control your familiar, then should he stay outside for the remainder of this orientation?”

You protested, “No no, he’ll behave better from now on!” Then you sent him a hard stare and snarled, “Isn’t that correct, Grim?” The small monster’s breath hitched as your glare pierced his soul. He unwillingly nodded, “Yeah, whatever…”

You couldn’t explain it, but you felt more comfortable with Grim by your side rather than being by your lonesome.

“You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your pet,” Crowley instructed. You snapped Grim’s snout shut before he could say something he would regret.

Instead you answered for him, “He’s not my pet. He is a monster and his name is Grim, could you please make an attempt to show some respect?”

Gasps and whispers erupted in the crowd when you had dared to speak out against Crowley’s treatment of Grim. You released the feline and gently placed him on the ground.

You quietly scolded, “You have to make an attempt to show some respect to these men as well, Grim. They will be your future classmates soon and you will have to work with them to complete challenges at some point whether you would like to or not. You don’t want to create unnecessary enemies on your first day, would you?”

“Mmm…I guess you’re right…But I don’t like how you grabbed my mouth like that, don’t ever do it again if you value your hands,” Grim growled while swiping at your hands with his claws.

You promised you wouldn’t and followed Crowley’s order to walk towards the giant mirror in the center of the room, a fountain spouting neon green liquid sat beneath the magical object.

The Dark Mirror in question had a face almost resembling that of a mask as green fire burned in the background.

You hummed in thought, It looks queerly akin to the Magic Mirror that the Evil Queen used to spy on Snow White…

You may not be a huge movie buff, but even a small fish like you knew a few of the classics films the milking mouse had released. You even read the books that the films were based of off.

“State your name,” the Dark Mirror’s low voice rumbled throughout the room. You muttered your full name.

“[Name],” the Dark Mirror echoed, “The nature of your soul is...” then it abruptly gasped.

Crowley inquired, “Dark Mirror? Is something troubling you?”

The Dark Mirror grunted out, “Their soul…It’s…Unlike anything I’ve ever seen…! They are a…ARGH!!” The magical object was suddenly cut off as a powerful outburst of light energy was ejected from the mirror. The surge sent you flying backwards, and you roughly landed on the floor with a pained moan.

All the sumptuous windows in the Mirror Chamber shattered into small fragments, and the blast made even the strongest students struggle to not stumble from the impact.

Rather than a storm of glass parading over the students, the magic from the outburst transfigured the flakes of glass into little balls of light that slowly descended to the ground like fresh snowflakes on the first day of winter.

The students and Crowley gaped at the fascinatingly new sorcery before them. “Great Seven…What have you brought to my academy?” The headmage muttered with a breathless voice.

Grim sprinted on all fours to your limp body and frantically tried to shake you awake. “Servant! Hey, get up! Ya can’t sleep now! WAKE UP!!” Grim yowled as barely hidden worry flashed across his face. Then he gasped when radiate markings formed on your skin.

You released a low groan and opened your eyes. Your gaze followed where Grim was staring down at, and your expression twisted into shock.

The center of your hands had white glowing stars with a circle around them along with freckle like spots surrounding it. Your hood had been blown off your head; revealing your glimmering hair, sharp ears, and similarly bright markings on your cheeks.

All the students surveyed your trembling, yet captivating, frame. A certain trio from the Diasomnia dorm were especially allured by your form and magic.

Before you could question your identity any further, the markings had vanished like they had never existed. You were suddenly made aware of the various eyes gawking at you when the cloaked figures topics of conversation began to center around you.

“Did you see what they just did? They nearly destroyed the entire room!”

“They are glowing, literally and figuratively! Are they even human?”

“No way! Are you blind? Look at their ears and entire appearance, do they look human to you?”

“Of course I am!” You shouted, the entire room went silent again. “I’m a human! I have always been a human and I will always be a human! I’m not anything special at all, I’m just me. I’m normal! Wait, why am I even explaining myself to figments of my imagination? I’m going to wake up any second now. None of this matters!” You laughed halfheartedly and quickly pulling your hood over your hair again. Your fingers were shaking as Grim aided you to get back on your feet.

The snide comments forced you to remember the terrible memories of your days in that rundown orphanage and its awful children who secluded themselves from you and made you feel like you were a monstrosity simply because of something you had no say in.

Your breath became unsteady as you forced your eyes to only stare at the ground in front of you. Crowley clapped his hands and attempted to revive the room again.

“That was certainly a spectacular show, wouldn’t you all agree? Dark Mirror, have you come to a decision as to what form would be suitable for [Name]?” Crowley asked with a hopeful grin.

The silence was heavy and stretched like iced cords. The headmage cleared his throat and repeated the question. This time, the Dark Mirror gave a chilling answer, “The nature of [Name]’s soul is unclear to me. They carry a magic that is unstable and overpowering like a typhoon. They are an anomaly that I cannot read, neither human nor wholly fae. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.”

Surprised whispers emitted from the students again. You stammered, “N-Not human? You must be mistaken! I was born and raised as a human in my home, [City Name] on Earth!”

“No, you are mistaken, [Name]. Twisted Wonderland is your home, your original home.” the Dark Mirror subtly corrected.

It felt like your brain was splitting in half. This dream world was where you originated from? When will you wake up from this nightmare?

“That doesn’t make any sense! It lacks all logic, I refuse to believe it! I’m human! I am a human being!” You objected with glistening eyes.

The Dark Mirror paused before solemnly replying, “I apologize for displaying the truth you didn’t want to hear. But it is the truth nonetheless. You are not human, [Name]. You never were.”

The entire world fell into deafening silence for you.

You pinched the skin on your arm once, twice, and thrice. Each time more painful than the last, your flesh was covered with deep purple bruises by the time you were finished.

This was real. Magic was real. All the insults people had called you about “not being human enough” were true. You were transferred to another world. You didn’t even belong in any dorm. Hell, you doubt you would belong anywhere if you continued to look like this magical freak. Everything you had believed in were a bunch of falsehoods.

You were a falsehood, and you were all alone.

Thumping sounds escaped from a lone coffin in the Mirror Chamber, and before Crowley could investigate it carefully; the casket lid suddenly popped opened and a human male with short dark hair and brown eyes emerged from within.

He appeared to be just as confused as you were when you had first arrived in this world, gaping at his surroundings like a newborn.

Unbeknownst to you, this man would be one of few graces Cupid the universe would grant you to ease your hardships in the future.

Author’s Note II: YUUKEN HAS ARRIVED!! quick info: yuuken enma will be the only “yuu” in the entire plot and YOU are stuck in twst with him. he’ll also be your ally as well as one of the only normal, sane people in this world. the only reason why i didn’t include him in the introduction was because i wanted to surprise you guys with his appearance. and no, he’s not unknown.

Author’s Note III: no words can describe how excited i am for this book. i have a lot planned, especially MC’s lore and their dynamic with the characters *cough* their future secret admirers *cough*.

Author’s Note IV: i am not sure if many had noticed, but i’m going to be mixing the game story with the animation story together for this fic since the animation is absolutely amazing, and i just couldn’t leave it out.

Author’s Note V: the question remains, what exactly is MC? And could the bizarre world of twisted wonderland explain why they have weird characteristics or a strange connection with the stars? who knows (i do ehehehe, but you guys are more than welcomed to create theories)?

Author’s Note VI: thank you guys so much for reading, and i’ll see you all later! byyyeee!!! 💙 

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The ending 13 : The Quiet Servant

Masterlist | Ending 12 | Ending 14

Yandere!Platonic!Jamil Viper x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : Yesss, I know I've gone missing again. You have to understand that my university has been giving us terrible group projects lately, and my job hasn't been any kinder to me either. I feel like I'm living in hell—my body and head hurt all the time, so I haven't been able to update the story much. Right now, it's 00:29 PM in Thai, and I still have three more hours to finish this group project.

Warnings : loss of autonomy , emotional dependency , and trauma recovery.

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@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

“ My name is Jamil. ” That's the first thing he says when you meet him.

His voice is steady and practiced, almost as if he’s said it countless times before entering the room.

The look he gives you isn’t unfriendly, but there’s something in his eyes sharp and calculating, like he's noting how you move, breathe, and just exist.

He slips into your life quietly, like dust gathering in a sunbeam soft and nearly invisible until one day you realize it’s everywhere. Jamil does everything for you.

He cooks your meals, cleans your clothes, and finishes your homework before you even get a chance to glance at it. At first, it feels like kindness it feels safe. You laugh and thank him, thinking he’s just being helpful.

But it keeps going. He won’t let you wash your own dishes, sweep the floor, or even hang your clothes.

“ Rest. ” he always says. “ You don’t need to worry about these things. I’ll take care of it. ”

You don’t notice when it begins to feel less like kindness and more like a rule.

Your friends poke fun at you for being so helpless, but when you mention it to him, he just smiles that careful, weary smile and says, “ You don’t need them. I’ll take care of you. ”

It’s comforting the way he says it until you realize he really means it.

He watches you closely when you try to do things by yourself. That quiet stare makes you feel like you’re under a microscope.

When you mess up drop a spoon, spill a drink his sigh cuts through the air.

“ See? ” he murmurs. “ You should’ve waited for me. ” You find yourself waiting for him more and more.

Sometimes he speaks softly, almost with affection. Other times, his words wrap around you like a leash gentle but unbreakable.

He teaches you to read recipes his way, fold clothes his way, and think his way. It feels like learning, but really it’s forgetting forgetting how to be yourself.

Then one day, you meet Janis.

She’s loud, warm, and unafraid. She shows you how to do things Jamil advised against. She laughs when you get them wrong, cheers you on when you try again.

You feel lighter around her like the world isn’t just a list of things you might fail at.

When you tell Jamil about her, his expression doesn’t shift at first. There’s just a flicker in his eyes, like a flame flickering in the wind.

“ That’s nice. ” he says softly. “ I’m glad you have a friend. ” But you can hear the tension under that calm.

You spend more time with Janis. You start doing things on your own again small tasks like making breakfast, folding laundry, and even taking a walk outside without telling him.

Each time you do, there’s a quiet thrill, like reclaiming something that used to belong to you. But Jamil starts showing up in the doorway more often.

Watching.

Reminding.

Correcting.

You tell him you can manage now. He smiles again so polite, so rehearsed and says, “ Of course. I’m just making sure you don’t hurt yourself. ”

Every day, you begin to notice that his kindness feels heavier. At first, you don’t recognize the shift.

It’s subtle just the sound of Jamil’s footsteps lingering longer outside your room, his voice growing softer whenever you mention Janis. He doesn’t scold you, at least not at first. He just listens, smiles, nods.

But his gaze never leaves you.

One afternoon, while you’re cutting apples in the kitchen, humming a tune Janis taught you, a shadow falls across the counter.

“ What are you doing? ” It’s Jamil’s voice. Calm, but something stirs beneath.

“ I’m cutting apples. ” you reply, still smiling a bit. “ I thought you might want some. ”

He’s silent for a moment, then quickly takes the knife from your hand. “ I’ll do it ” he says.

“ I can do it. ” He locks eyes with you then really locks. The air feels thin between you. “ You’ll hurt yourself. ” he murmurs. “ You always do. ”

You want to argue, but his tone leaves no room for it. He finishes slicing the apple into neat, perfect pieces, placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you without another glance.

That night, sleep eludes you. Whenever you close your eyes, you see his composed expression, those careful hands.

The next morning, you find the knife is gone. So are the scissors, the matches, and the lighter.

When you ask about it, he says, “ It’s safer this way. ” And now you start spending more time with Janis.

She makes you laugh, teaches you little skills like how to sew a button or tie up your hair.

“ You’re getting better! ” she praises you one day, feeling proud. You grin. “ I think I am. ”

You don’t notice Jamil lingering in the hallway that evening, peering through the half-open door. His hands are still. His eyes, however, are not.

Later at dinner, he’s quiet. You ask if something’s wrong. He shakes his head. “ Nothing. ”

But his fork scrapes too hard against the plate. He tells you he’s happy you’re picking up new things.

You almost believe him. That night, while brushing your hair before bed, you catch your reflection and his shadow behind you.

He’s standing in the doorway again. “ You didn’t tell me you were going out with her today. ”

“ I didn’t think I had to.. ” He steps closer, slow and deliberate. “ You always tell me. ”

The mirror fogs slightly from your breath. “ I forgot.. ” you whisper.

He halts behind you. You can see his face over your shoulder tired, almost sad. “ You didn’t forget. ” he gently says. “ You’re just…drifting. ”

You don’t respond. He reaches forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his cold fingers. “ I don’t want you to drift. ” he states. “ You won’t like where it goes. ”

You lie awake for hours after that, watching shadows shift across the ceiling.

It starts with silence. The kind that feels too thick for comfort. You’re halfway down the stairs when you hear him call your name. Just once.

Soft, almost kind. You freeze.

The living room is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the TV. He’s sitting there, still as stone, one hand on the armrest, the other holding a cup that’s gone cold. You realize he’s been waiting.

“ Where were you going? ” he asks. Your throat tightens. “ For a walk.. ”

“At this hour?” You glance at the clock. It’s just past eleven. “ I couldn’t sleep.. ” He stands up. The floor creaks under his steps, each sound elongated and slow.

“ Didn’t we discuss this? ” he says quietly. “ You shouldn’t go outside alone. ”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. His gaze is unreadable dark, glinting, steady. The air feels wrong, and you take a step back. “ Jamil, it’s just— ”

“ Look at me. ” he commands. Your body stiffens. You shake your head, backing up until your shoulders hit the door. “ No! ”

“ Why not? ”

“ You’re scaring me! ”

That makes him pause, if only for a moment. Then he exhales a quiet, trembling laugh. “ Scaring you? I’m the only one who’s ever taken care of you. ”

He steps closer. You can smell the faint spice of his clothes, the warmth of his breath. His hand reaches up not rough, but firm and catches your chin, tilting your face toward his.

“ Don’t fight me. ” he whispers. “ Just look. ” You shut your eyes tight. He sighs, not in anger, but disappointment. “ You always make things harder than they need to be. ”

Then, a struggle soft at first, then desperate. You twist away, but his grip tightens as his voice shifts from a whisper to something shattered and pleading.

“ Why won’t you just listen? ” Your heel slips against the wooden floor. There’s a sound a thud, a breath cut short then silence.

When you open your eyes again, the ceiling swims above you, the edges blurry. You hear his voice, distant and shaky. “ It’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe. ”

But everything’s fading, and you know that’s not true. He holds you there, hands trembling, repeating the same lie like it’s a prayer.

“ It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll always be safe with me. ” Then silence.

The night stretches on. You can’t tell if minutes or hours have passed. You’re on the bed, breath coming in shallow gasps, the world sliding in and out of focus.

His voice hums low beside you, steady and careful, as though the right rhythm could keep you together.

“ Shh.. ” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “ You’re just tired. That’s all. ”

You want to push him away, tell him to stop touching you but your body won’t respond. There’s warmth at your temples, a faint pulsing like static behind your eyes.

He leans closer. His words are almost a lullaby. “ You don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to remember. ”

You blink. “ Remember…what...? ” He smiles soft, patient, terrifying in its calm. “ Exactly. ”

The static grows stronger. Images flash and fade Janis’s laughter, the park in daylight, the warmth of the sun on your skin. All of it drifts away like dust in water. You reach for it, but there’s nothing to grasp.

“ It’s easier this way. ” he says, tracing lazy circles against your cheek with his thumb. “ No more confusion. No more pain. Just me. ”

You want to argue, but the words crumble before they can escape your lips. The weight in your head turns to fog, and suddenly, everything he says makes perfect sense.

He smiles wider as your breathing evens out. “ Good.. ” he whispers. “ Now, tell me what you are. ”

“ …Yours. ” you murmur.

“ And who takes care of you? ”

“ …You do. ”

His eyes close. A sound escapes him a mix of relief and triumph. “ That’s right. ”

The house falls quiet again. The clock ticks somewhere far away. You try to think of something anything that isn’t him, but every thought leads back to his voice, his touch, his name.

When you finally drift off to sleep, he stays by your side, watching. In the dim light, he almost looks peaceful. But the calm is fragile, built on the silence he forced into your mind.

He whispers once more before switching off the lamp. “ You don’t need the world anymore, y/n. You have me. Forever. ”

And in the darkness, you believe him.

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jojo bizzarre avventure masterlist

Part 1

— Nothing yet

Part 2

— Nothing yet

Part 3

— The Quiet Tide ( Jotaro )

Part 4

— Nothing yet

Part 5

— Nothing yet

Part 6

— Nothing yet

Part 7

— Nothing yet

Part 8

— Nothing yet

Part 9

— Nothing yet

[deezee112]

may i request platonic yandere jotaro (jjba) and a reader who was transported (like isekaied/transmigrated) to the jjba universe deaged? (like they were older before but now they're like a young kid or smth.) um idk, if u don't like the prompt feel free to discard or change some parts of it

A/N : I must admit this presents some challenge, as he ranks as my least preferred character in the narrative. Nevertheless, I shall endeavor to try. The resulting story may fall short of expectations my apologies should it prove disappointing🙏🏼

Title : The Quiet Tide

Pairing : Yandere!Platonic!jotaro kujo x Isekai!kid!Reader

Word Count : 3,900

Warning : Terminal illness , grief , death , emotional themes , platonic relationship

Summary : Jotaro accidentally meets you at the sea.

English is not my first language.

The sea was the first to discover them. Not fate, not coincidence, and certainly not some cosmic joke just the ocean, indifferent and patient, nudging a small body onto the stones as if it were clearing its throat

Jotaro was supposed to be out measuring a specimen. He had a clipboard, a beat-up thermos, and a mood that made even the gulls seem like a welcome distraction. He never expected to find anything like a child.

He didn’t anticipate small hands getting tangled in the seaweed or the sound of crying that started as a plucked string and expanded into a full melody.

He had expected peace and quiet. Instead, he found a small life wrapped in a soaked sweater.

You looked younger than what you later claimed you age to be. It was as if a careless tailor had shrunken you and left your in a world that expected you to fit into a bigger size.

You hair was stuck to a forehead that seemed as pale as old bone, and your eyes had the gray hue of a winter sky.

You carried a backpack that was far too big and had a name tag with handwriting that trembled, hinting at something older than the letters themselves.

When you woke up, you coughed, a dry little sound, and then spoke a name that Jotaro didn’t expect anyone to know unless they’d memorized it from some fanbook or nightmare.

He felt a mix of annoyance and calm, maybe sixty percent annoyed and forty percent unfazed.

That was just how he was. He crouched on the stones, acting like it was his duty to remain unimpressed by anything shorter than five feet.

His hat cast a shadow over his face, making his eyes unreadable, much like the depths of the ocean.

“ You alright? ” he asked, keeping it practical and somewhat detached.

You blinked, as if you was trying to sort the world into things that made sense and those that needed explaining. “ Where am I? ” you asked.

“ The coast. ” he replied. “ You were in the water. ”

Your eyes darted toward him, taking in the hat, the figure he cut, and the way the ocean had made its intentions clear by leaving him there.

You didn’t no electricity-filled words were thrown around. There were no shouts of heroes or villains. You was just a small human with a perplexed expression and a cough that made the stones seem to tremble.

He could have walked away, sure. Lots of people washed up on shore the coast had its own ways of dealing with them.

He could’ve reported you. He could’ve taken ten steps inland and stuck to his measuring charts.

But here’s the thing about Jotaro when he made contact with some unyielding piece of reality, he usually ended up bringing it back home.

Soo, he carried you home.

He had decent coffee, appliances that worked, and a bed he didn’t fully trust.

His life was woven through with quiet things books he hadn’t read, notes he sometimes jotted down when boredom set in, and a map of tides and currents pinned to the wall. Not much else, really.

At first, you called him 'sir.' He corrected you on the first day because he had this stubborn streak that insisted on keeping some vestiges of decency. “ Just Jotaro. ” he told you.

“ You can call me— ” you started, then hesitated. Names were tricky for you. When you finally offered one, it sounded like a small, tired apology. “ y/n ”

It was an alright name, and he nodded, which in his world meant something akin to acceptance. For two days, you slept, coughed, and quietly observed him.

You watched how he made coffee. You learned the sounds of the flat the creak of floorboards, the kettle’s song when it was ignored, and the low rumble of the sea beneath the city’s breath.

And You learned about him. That was the tricky part. Kids notice details adults often overlook. You spotted the scars on his knuckles and the way he flinched at the sound of thunder, as if it were a distant memory.

You observed and cataloged, and Jotaro found himself shrinking the world down for You, making it less rough around the edges.

At first, it was easy buying bread instead of pretending not to care when you reached for the last roll.

You asked practical, odd questions. From where? How? Why? The answers were thin your remembered bits and pieces a room that carried the scent of dust and coffee, a clock with hands stuck in time, the sensation of being older yet feeling smaller in your current body.

When you mentioned having been older before, he accepted it in that lazy, ironic way he did with most people’s stories. People were eccentrically broken, and that was just how life was.

As the days slipped by on a calendar he rarely kept track of, you cough grew worse. It was like a small creature trapped inside your ribs.

It wouldn’t let go, shaking your awake at night until the moon had no choice but to bear witness.

He took your to a doctor when you skin grew thin and pale, and you cheeks forgot how to catch sunlight.

The doctor frowned into his stethoscope, wrote a few notes, and offered simple terms 'virus' 'compromised immunity' 'we’ll run tests.'

Tests were run, x-rays and blood work. They came back with charts that meant little to laymen but everything to those who treated them as maps.

The results indicated something like a fatigued lung and a body that had been pushed to its limits.

The doctors wore their professionalism like armor, advising them on what could be done antibiotics, rest, monitored diets, steering clear of cold and seawater. There were probability bars, patience bars both maddeningly vague.

What the charts couldn’t convey couldn’t gauge, couldn’t label was how you ended up here or why time had treated you unkindly.

Jotaro didn’t ask how or why you had become younger. No point in trying to fix fate with questions.

He just listened as you explained how you could remember phrases from a life that had ended, the sensation of being too old for you present body, and the loneliness of recalling responsibilities while the world expected you to play.

“ You should go back. ” you suggested one midnight, skin clammy, eyes shining in the dim light. “ If you want if you can. ”

He looked at you like a man who measured storms by instinct. “ Back where? ”

“ To where I came from.. ” you replied. “ Before. ” you swallowed. “ But it’s not I don’t— ” you gaze met his with a kind of innocent yet complicated pity kids sometimes give. “ I don’t think it’s possible. ”

He didn’t share what he felt. He didn’t say, I remember too much. He just said, “ Then stay. ”

And you did. For a while, the word 'stay' meant sharing bread, clean towels, and a small cupboard for you childish belongings.

You discovered that Jotaro could sit in silence without feeling the need to break it. Like all people living together, they learned the pattern of small, essential betrayals.

He would decide things for you in the name of protection. He would trim risk off like a gardener pruning low branches from a pathway.

Those decisions became trickier as you cough persisted. Antibiotics eased the nighttime rattling but didn’t silence it.

You became paler, the kind of pale that made sunlight quiet down. You grew weary of doing nothing, of being something to be taken care of.

You longed to run in the rain, to splash in untainted water, to be small in a way that didn’t draw pity from others.

“ I don’t want to be a project... ” you told him one afternoon, your voice as sharp as a pebble thrown intentionally.

“ You’re not a project. ” he replied, honest, like men sometimes are when they feel cornered. “ You’re just someone I’m stuck with. ”

You laughed, a delicate sound, almost like glass breaking. “ Stuck with is a promising beginning. ”

He disliked the way you could cut through humor and leave the wound exposed. He disliked nearly everything about being soft with you.

He disliked that he began cooking an extra portion at meals and learning the names of your favorite spices. He resented that when you had a rough night, he sat with his back turned, fingers on his knees, trying to push something away with humility.

But then, when everything settled into a routine that could be summed up in three acts morning, afternoon, night your illness became steadier and more relentless. It wasn’t dramatic.

There were no exciting highs or lows. It was a slow, deliberate encroachment, like ivy slowly climbing a wall. Tests returned with results that fluctuated in ways that made the doctors frown, and their tone shifted into that dull, respectful cadence adults use to skirt around hard truths.

The term 'chronic degenerative condition' rearranged everything. It implied a body that would lean toward failure despite the best of medical efforts. It implied a timeline that felt fundamentally unfair, even when articulated clinically.

They suggested a hospital stay for monitoring. you hated hospitals. He hated them even more for you sake.

But you went because you trusted him in ways you hadn’t learned to question, believing that adults with steady hands could be relied on to keep the bad things at bay.

The hospital was a gray, fluorescent cave, with a scent of disinfectant and bureaucracy. Jotaro squeezed into chairs that felt too small and held a mug as a tangible thing to grip.

He watched you sleep while the monitors beeped like a metronome marking regretful time. Nurses flitted in and out. Doctors spoke in measured tones. At that moment, the future was an empty ledger with too many blank lines.

He settled by you side the day the doctor explained the options again and said the word 'palliative.' In that instant, he recalled another man taking a beating no one asked for, the weight of something that had worn him out. He didn’t want your life to fade any more than it had to.

“ You’ll get better. ” you said during one of those sun-drenched days when light fell across the floor like a promise, you bravado shimmering with the thrill of defying destiny. “ You’re a marine biologist, right? You’ll find a cure. ”

He smiled, a twist of humor that never reached his eyes. “ I study currents. ” he replied. “ Not miracles. ”

“ Curses and miracles are close cousins. ” you retorted, because of course you had to challenge him over metaphysical arguments when the coffee was atrocious, and the sun was being gracious.

There were small victories fewer coughs, a night without a fever, you managing to get out of bed just to sit in the sunlight, testing its warmth.

He treated these moments like miniature epics in a war that wasn’t his choosing. He sought out researchers who listened to problems and tucked them away he asked for experimental treatments and leads.

Science was accommodating when it could be, and it spoke in slow, respectful denials when it could not.

On the most difficult night, you asked him a simple question why. Not why the illness existed your had accepted the harshness of things.

No, you wanted to know why he kept being patient for you, why he didn’t just refuse, why he didn’t walk away to find a quieter life where the sea hummed without stinging.

He struggled with 'why.' He preferred actions to philosophies. But you question lodged itself in his chest, making his hands feel small.

“ Because no one else will. ” he finally said. It was blunt, but it was true. He had spent years trying to blend into the background of others’ lives like a shadow you only noticed when you needed it.

He wouldn’t allow you to be someone the world chewed up. This truth wasn’t noble it was purely a stubborn possessiveness he hadn’t wanted to name.

You smiled faintly. “ Siblingship is a strange kind of love... ” He grunted something that could pass for agreement.

You decline was silent. The last weeks were marked by small losses. You slept for most of the time when you was awake, every movement seemed to flow with an effort, each action slightly delayed like the tide.

He learned to read the fluctuations in your breathing the way sailors read the wind. He brewed tea in a chipped pot and learned to warm you hands like people do with animals.

They seldom discussed the other life you remembered in the end, words can become burdensome, and people tend to save them for what truly matters.

Instead, they shared the little things the call of gulls at dawn, the way moonlight gathered on tables, the names of constellations neither of them had much use for but appreciated as decorations.

On the night you passed, the rain came down hard, as if it had forgotten how to be gentle. It hammered against the windows, making the building hum.

The hospital room smelled of rain, antiseptic, and a deep quiet, the kind that comes when machines are silenced to allow for human presence. Monitors beeped in slow, careful rhythms.

The kind nurse from earlier shot him a look of sympathy mixed with professional detachment. Then she quietly exited, leaving the room feeling tight.

He perched on the edge of your bed as if that position could somehow lessen his monstrousness. When you opened your eyes, the way you gazed at him felt almost like forgiveness.

“ Do you remember the sea? ” you asked, you voice fragile as something scrawled on paper.

He thought about how the ocean had been a map, a memory, a place of chaos and calm. “ I do. ” he affirmed.

“ Good.. ” you replied, smiling as if you had hidden letters meant for him, trusting him to find and read them aloud. “ Then you’ll be okay. ”

He wanted to argue. He wanted to present a list of things he would do, promises that would slip away with the next hour. He longed to shake the room into confessing the cruel truth of the world.

But those were adult hypocrisies, and you deserved something purer. He took your small, hot hand, which felt incredibly human in that moment. “ Don’t go getting sentimental on me.. ” he grumbled, because humans need familiarity when facing collapse.

You snorted, a sound like a hiccup that was nearly a laugh. “ You’re the sentimental one. ” you corrected him.

It was true, in its own quiet way. He had grown sentimental like cliffs soften under weathering. He had allowed himself to become a source of warmth for small souls.

You drifted off gradually, in that beautiful way people do when the world lets them slide into sleep without bringing them back. As ridiculous as it was, he had the urge to catalog you moment, to pin it down like a specimen. He wanted to remember the specific angle of your jaw, the precise rhythm of your breathing.

The mind acts that way when faced with endings it creates lists, choosing a few details it insists are enough.

Outside, the rain softened. The lamp on the bedside table cast a gentle glow. He realized, almost instinctively, that he hadn’t been given many opportunities for tenderness in his life.

He had seen more fury and necessity than closeness, and this moment echoed with both.

You took a breath that felt like the last whisper of a low tide. “ Promise me. ” you breathed. He frowned. “ Promise against what? ”

“ Against letting me be a burden you must carry alone. Promise me you’ll let the world in, even if only in small doses. ”

He hadn’t intended to be sentimental, but he found himself giving you that promise, finding comfort in the sound of it. “ Alright, I promise. ”

You closed your eyes contentedly, as if satisfied with this agreement. You hand went limp in his, and the monitors emitted a soft flat sound before silence fell.

For a wild, absurd moment, he thought you might breathe again. For a few heartbeats, the world felt like it might negotiate with him. Then it didn’t.

The nurse returned, she demeanor respectful. she enacted the necessary rituals humans go through to mark endings as final.

There were papers to sign, formalities to undergo, because society requires its rituals, even in the face of harsh, tender tragedies.

Jotaro remained with you body like a person expected to keep breathing on command. He didn’t weep like characters in movies. He understood the performance, and he had learned over many fights and funerals that tears are a private affair.

Instead, he felt his chest both full and empty, as if the space where something had lived was now rearranged and needed time to adjust.

People came a neighbor with a casserole, a doctor discussing tests and words.

They moved through the formalities before leaving, because grief can be contagious, and civilized society usually avoids it.

He handled arrangements with a blunt dignity, the same way he approached instruments and specimens. He signed papers without glancing at them, doing what needed to be done, the practical steps that made grief bearable by restoring the world to a semblance of normalcy.

At the funeral if you could call it that just a few people were present. Morale wasn’t abundant in town, and private funerals are rather simple affairs.

He fished a small paper from his pocket, a scrap your had slipped into his coat one morning. It felt like an afterthought you had left there before heading to the hospital the first time. On it was a note in that shaky, small handwriting 'For the man who keeps cliffs from crumbling.'

He read it once, twice, then tucked it back away. He remained silent he couldn’t make his voice resonate with any sort of brass or rhetoric. He stayed because, at that moment, staying was the only honest reaction he had left.

Years rolled on, as stories tend to do. The sea continued to open and close your hand against the shore. He kept teaching classes to students curious about how currents worked and what the ocean looked like when it was honest.

Occasionally, he found a note tucked away like a fossil beneath a lamp where you had once been, reminders to eat or to look up at constellations you adored.

He returned to the shore, one hand in his pocket, the paper folded into a form he could hold without glancing at it.

When people asked if he had imagined it all the child, the sudden tenderness, the long, quiet death he gave them the same response the wind offers to gulls a look that suggested there had been small mercies, and those were enough.

He didn’t improve. He didn’t expect to. He learned how to keep moving forward. Some mornings, the memory of you laughter rolled in like tide washing over his ankles, then retreated.

Other times, grief felt like a stone, something he kept in his pocket to weigh in his hand. Most of the time, it was a subtle undercurrent, shifting his movement through the world.

He thought of how you had placed your trust in him when life had faltered, and that trust was a fragile, dangerous thing that softened the edges of his existence.

He didn’t seek forgiveness. He honored the promise he’d made to you because promises are the only things that truly endure.

He continued, because that’s what it means to be human to take something small and fragile and, in memory, make it endure.

[deezee112]

Sorry for the long wait, I'm working on a short story right now! It's a really interesting story because I've never done this character before. It's been a long-requested request and it's coming out soon!

[deezee112]

what's ur fav type of cheese?

Actually, I love everything about cheese, but my favorite is mozzarella cheese

[azulsluver]

Tapping my head mmmmm slasher!Trey taking out your canines for keeping but also so you won’t bite back. Something about being forcibly dependent on someone physically scratches his back so right.

Sprinkle sprinkle a little bit of forced feminization, you’re the towns beloved bakers wife of course.

[inuiiwonderland]

The summer night yuu (you) died

The grief, anger, and pain you have felt all this time has helped to manifest an ancient twisted being that hasn’t been seen in over a millennium.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Mentions of depression, reader is kind of a loner but not really at the same time, horror elements, mentions of past self harm, gore/blood but towards the end and not so much, TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING!

A/n: I feel like this is kinda ass but i did spend like a month trying to at least make this enjoyable, and this is kinda like my first horror piece? So please go easy on me😭

-

When you and the others first got here, it was filled with questions about how and why you all are here. How to go back home or if you are even home. You still remember how dark and cramped that coffin was when you arrived here, everyone else does too.

Twisted wonderland

That’s the name of this world. You were all assigned the same job before being thrown into a crappy dorm that looks like it could collapse anytime soon. You and the others, the yuus, were able to adjust in the first couple of weeks of being here. (Well they adjusted much quicker than you did)

And it seems like everyone else soon started to get along. Though you had a bit of trouble trying to find your place in this twisted world. Everyone but you started making new friends and experiencing things you never would’ve experienced back home.

You're the forgotten sheep of ramshackle.

-

You can hear both Ace and Yuuna playfighting in the common room of your dorm. Hearing their loud giggles and teasing comments as you continue working on your homework for crewel class. You were so concentrated that you didn’t hear Yuuna warnings until it was too late.

*SMACK*

A pillow was smacked straight into your face. You held your nose and winced at the slight pain that you were slowly starting to feel.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t mean to throw that at you!” You gave her a small smile. Telling her it was okay as Ace laughed in the background, not bothering to check if you were okay.

“Your aim sucks!” She gasped before grabbing another one and this time perfectly aiming it straight to his face. Ace groans while Yuuna cackles. You get up and grab your things as you make your way up to your room. The two continued with their playfight while yuuka yelled to you that dinner will be ready at 10.

You walked down the dimly lit hallway til you made it to your room. Yuuta and yuuka were busy making dinner while yuuken was busy fixing a leaky faucet in one of the bathrooms in the dorm.

For the past 7 months, you’ve been nothing but the quiet shy little lamb of ramshackle. People still talk to you, but they never take it to the next level, a friendship level. The only friends you do have are the four people you came here with in this strange world and also grim. But even then you still feel lonely. Those four are always busy with their new friends they made here.

You don’t hold any kind of resentment towards any of them, obviously not their still very kind to you and offer you help! But, you do get lonely at times and wished you had at least someone who you can call a true friend. Or at least someone you can go out and eat with, plan sleepovers or even some shopping with the little allowance that Crowley gives you guys.

You sit down on your comfortable bed, you thank the sevens for Kalim's kind character. He surprised you guys with comfy bedding and pillows for Christmas and you couldn’t be any more grateful to be able to sleep in some nice and comfy sheets. You finish the last few things needed for your assignments before letting out a sigh of relief. You were finally done after two stressful nights! And on time too because then you heard a knock from your bedroom door.

It was yuuken

“Dinner is ready” He says.

“I’ll be down in a few!” You get up and slide into your comfy slippers. A gift from Yuuken, who got it from deuce’s hometown. You do a couple of stretches after days of hunching over trying to get work done. You leave your room and walk downstairs.

The delicious aroma of dinner hits you. Your stomach growls and you quickly rush to the dining room.

“Yay you’re here! Now we can eat!” Yuuna says excitedly. You noticed that Ace wasn’t around.

“Riddle came and dragged him out. Poor guy, he's definitely going to have a sore neck for the next few weeks.” Yuuta sighs as he shakes his head. Feeling bad for the first year.

You chuckle before taking a seat. The five of you then begin to dig in as you talk about your days and what you guys have planned for tomorrow. You found out through yuuka that riddle has invited them over for an unbirthday party tomorrow.

And unfortunately for you, you were not invited.

Well, more so you were forgotten…again.

You ignored their pitiful stares. You all know riddle met no harm, it’s just that the boy actually forgets that you are also there too. You jokingly said it was because you barely talk to the boy- well anyone actually and that you’re always so quiet.

You noticed yuuken open his mouth to talk but you quickly cut him off.

“It’s okay! Besides, I have to finish this magic history paper for professor trien class anyways! But you guys have fun” You lie through your teeth. You don’t want them to know how much it actually hurts and bothers you about not being invited to fun events.

It’s embarrassing

And that was that.

-

It was the day of the unbirthday party. The four yuus have already left, yuuna still insisted for you to come but you politely declined. You didn’t want to make it awkward and make him feel bad for accidentally forgetting to invite you…again.

And so they left. Now you were all alone in this big dorm. Grim has been staying over at the heartslabyul dorm for a few days now after the adecue duo lost a bet against yuuka.

You sat quietly on your bed thinking back on the last couple of mouths. You miss your home. Your family and the small number of close friends that you have made.

So now being in a place where you’re all alone and lonely even when you have people with you sucks. You just don’t feel like you belong.

You tried to hold it. The pain about being in some unknown world with no one by your side. You let the tears you were holding fall as you cried about the last couple of months of being here.

You tried befriending the first years how the other yuus have. Though for some reason some of them were awkward towards you. Well, it was more of your fault since you didn’t know what to say or even talk about. What do people in this world even have to talk about? You don’t know the history, the different cultures, languages, trends, movies, books, celebrities- YOU DONT KNOW ANY OF THAT.

You tried with the others too! But they either…politely brushed you aside or just awkwardly smiled before sprinting away to one of the yuus.

You have never felt so embarrassed.

You slowly look down at your hands.

Small cuts and permanent bruises due to the overblots you had to face.

You remember experiencing the overblots for the first time. How scared you were the first few times before growing completely used to it. You look down at the big scar on your arm. No one knows that it was from one of the overblots. Not even the yuus! Well…besides yuuken.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Trying to hold back a sob.

Back home. When you would feel useless or stressed. You always did the unthinkable.

You slowly lift up your sleeves. Old and new marks litter your skin like a canvas. Some faded and others slowly recovered.

You just hate how awkward and introverted you are.

You closed your eyes before pulling your sleeve down.

Not today

You can’t

You lay down as you quietly cried in the comforts of your own bed as you closed your eyes.

Maybe a nap will make you feel better.

-

The next couple of months was starting to become hell for you. You thought you would get better, continue being the forgotten lamb of ramshackle and living your quiet and somewhat normal life here- but no.

You don’t know how or what you did, but you’ve started to feel worse than before. Like a heavy weight sitting on your shoulders.

You have been starting to get dreams. Weird and strange dreams that would torment you all night to the point that some nights you don’t even get any rest.

It was horrible

And then…there were the voices. Voices that kept whispering your name. It was small at first. Barely noticeable until it slowly started growing louder and soon they even started talking to you.

You ignored it at first. To the best of your ability as you continue to try to live your normal life.

But it didn’t stop. In fact, ignoring it just made it worse.

It keeps trying to lure you into the woods that stood right behind ramshackle. It was all weird.

And of course the others have noticed. They saw how sleep deprived you were along with being very jumpy. They remember you getting scared when epel came up to you to ask a question about something regarding one of Mr. Crewel's tests. You quite literally jumped out of your skin as you stared at him with wide eyes.

They did come and ask if you were okay, but you just smiled and told them that you were fine.

But in reality both you and them knew something was wrong.

And you weren’t the only one who thought that too.

Lilia has been watching you for some time. He’s never really talked to you but he has greeted you once or twice in the past, which is why he also saw the change that happened to you. For a month now he senses this weird and sort of….evil presence near you.

He tried speaking to you once. But for some reason you would run away from him when he appeared. Which made him frown.

You never ran away from him

He knows something is wrong, and he’ll make sure to find out what it is.

-

The bell rings for the end of the day. Everyone gets up and rushes out to the already crowded hallways to go back to their dorms or hang out after classes with friends.

You walk out of class sweaty. A few kids bump into you on the way out, not even bothering to say excuse me.

The halls are filled with a bunch of rowdy and loud students as you sluggishly try pushing your way through to go back to your dorm.

For the whole day you weren’t able to concentrate in any of your classes. Since this morning you have been burning up with a bad fever and so you were just ready to go back to ramshackle and get some rest.

You kept pushing yourself as you walked down the crowded halls. At one point you collided harshly against another student. Without bothering to look you let out a small “sorry” before continuing to walk.

Jack looks at you for a moment as he watches you walk away. The moment he had accidentally bumped into you, he was ready to apologize but stopped when a strong and strange smell hit him.

It was coming from you.

But it was strange because the smell that came off of you, had a strong smell of magic.

He continues watching you until you turn a corner.

Strange

On the whole walk back you couldn’t help but look over your shoulders every now and then. You were sweating like crazy and your whole body trembled. You uncapped the bottle in your hands and took a big sip of water.

That's when you heard it.

A quiet, comforting voice

Y/n

You quickly turned around. But there was nothing. No signs of students, teachers, or anyone in sight. The sun burned rather harshly on your skin and uniform. You felt like you were being cooked alive.

You gulp down the remaining water before quickly running back to the dorm.

You made it to the dorm before anyone. You rushed to take your shoes off before making your way upstairs. Though, as you were walking towards your room, your vision started to get blurry and you swear you feel like your whole world around you was starting to feel loopy and disoriented.

Y/n

Y/n

You quickly turn around. But again, nothing.

You grab onto the doorknob as everything soon feels unreal and the last thing you hear before you faint is the now loud and angry voice.

Y/N

And it goes black

-

It seems like there was more than one voice talking around you. It was muffled but you can tell that whoever was talking sounded panicked and worried.

You slowly opened your eyes. You wince at the raging headache and the voices around you growing louder before someone shushes everyone up. You feel a rough but gentle hand stroke your cheek and say your name.

Y/n

Y/n can you hear me?

“Y/n are you okay?” You open your eyes to see Yuuken look at you worriedly. Behind him was yuuka, yuuta, yuuna, and grim staring at you in worry.

“You’re finally awake! What happened?” Yuuna quickly asks. She helps you sit up as she hands you a cup of water.

“H-huh?”

“You fainted. When we came in we saw you on the ground outside of your room"Yuuka says with a worried tone. Her brows were furrowed as she motioned Yuuta to bring you the soup he made. He also looked worried.

“Yeah you had grim worried sick when he touched you and said you were hot to the touch- here I made some soup”

You fainted?

“I-I don’t know what happened”

“Are you sick? Jack mentioned seeing you looking uncomfortable and sickly, asked me to check up on you”

Y/n

That what it kept saying

Your name over and over and over again.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” You turn to yuuken. For a split second, he had a look that you couldn’t quite understand before he sighed and let go of your hand.

You weren’t even aware he was holding it.

“Get some rest. I’ll tell Crowley to excuse you from class tomorrow and I’ll make sure to bring you any assignments from class”

You just nodded as you finished the remaining water in your cup.

“I hope you get better soon” yuuta says. The rest nod and bid you goodbye before walking out of your room.

You don’t know why, but deep down you feel like it’s just the beginning to something…sinister.

-

“Is it just me…or has y/n been acting kind of…strange lately?”

Everyone turns to look at grim. He was currently munching on a can of tuna while the rest were busy with cleaning up Crowley's office.

“Yeah Ive noticed it too”

“Do you think it’s the dreams again?” Yuuta asked.

“She’s said she hasn’t had them in over a month, I doubt it could be that…right?” They all look at each other. They knew that you weren’t fully honest about how you’ve been feeling lately, but it saddens them to know that you are deciding to deal with this alone rather than telling them and asking for help.

“She’s been getting sick almost every week now, even Jack is starting to get concerned”

“Then what should we do? Shouldn’t we tell Crowley?” yuuken shook his head.

“Already did, all he said was that it’s just dreams and that she’s still not used to twisted wonderland” Yuuna frowns.

“Do you guys think….that we adjusted a little too fast in this world?” Silence. Even grim stops eating.

“I mean, we were all scared and confused coming here! We didn’t even know each other back then but being from the same world brought us together”

“Do you think she’s still scared and wants to go back home?” Yuuka and yuuta both look at each other.

“T-that could be possible”

“I mean we already met and made so many friends here while also gaining a reputation. And the last time we heard about Crowley finding us a way back home was 3 months ago!” She sighs. She made a mental note to rough up Crowley again for more information about going back home.

“She’s probably tired of waiting”

“That’s enough” everyone turns to yuuken.

“We should hurry so we can head back”

“Besides, she hates being alone”

-

It’s been a month since that weird encounter. You thought it would’ve been a one time thing but now, wherever you go that same voice keeps calling out to you.

When you're studying in your room, when you're alone in the kitchen, in the shower, when you’re getting ready for bed or school.

It’s always. Saying. Your. Name.

And you feel like you’re going crazy.

It always calls when you're alone.

“Y/n?” You scream and yuuken immediately throws his hands up in surrender.

“It’s me! Yuuken!”

“Sevens you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” He walks inside your dark room. You pat the empty spot next to you and he sat down. For the longest time you were something yuuken has always cared about and admired.

He remembers the first time he saw you.

It was cold. He doesn’t remember how he got here and what happened, all he knows is that he was heading back home after kendo practice before a black carriage came and almost ran him over.

Now he’s here

The doors to the box swing open, he coughs at the dust and steps out. He opens his eyes and he sees that he’s not the only one here.

“H-huh? What is this place?”

“Did I just get kidnapped”

“Am I dead?”

He looks over at every single person before soon locking eyes with you.

Your face said it all. Scared and confused.

“W-where are we?”

“Hello? Earth to yuuken!” He quickly snaps out of it and his ears instantly go hot.

“S-sorry- um” You smile. You nudge his arm before pointing at the clock.

“Well whatever you want to tell me you better be quick, the party is almost starting”

Ah right

The party

“Oh yeah. Um Kalim wanted to see you, said he wanted to thank you for helping him study for that history of magic test”

“O-oh…I would love to but, you know how I haven’t been getting any sleep recently I would much rather just stay in and try getting some rest” You awkwardly play with your hands. Ignoring yuuken stare.

“Right…well if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me”

“Okay”

“I’m serious” You look up at him. There it is again. That look he always gives you and it’s only reserved to you.

You smile and grab his hand.

“I promise I will call if anything happens” You interlock your pinky’s together, a promise to him. You were unaware of how flustered he was and how much that affected him.

“Hey are- ohhhh” He immediately shoots up from his spot and turns to see yuuka. She shot a smirk his way and he instantly went red.

“A-anyways, I think it’s getting pretty late. Let’s go yuuka”

“Totally” She waves you goodbye as they both leave.

The two of them walked down the stairs and he tried his best to ignore yuuka who was currently teasing him.

“Ohh so is prince charming finally going to confess and have his happily ever after with his bride?~”

“Very funny”

“Ouuu what’s this I hear! Yuuken finally confessed?”

“What? How’d it go?! Are you two dating now!”

“Quiet down! She’s upstairs you know” yuuka laughs as she swings her arm over his shoulder.

“Seriously, you need to hurry up and get her before someone does”

“True, some kid in my class lately says how pretty y/n is-“

“Sevens let’s go before we’re late”

Everyone laughed as they began to tease him.

-

When they say Scarabia knows how to throw good parties. They know how to throw good parties. Upon arriving, the yuus knew immediately that at least HALF of the school was here.

“Damn did he invite the whole school?”

“Knowing Kalim, he probably did”

“That’s a Scarabia party for you”

“Hey! Over here” They all turned around to see Jamil. He walks over to where they were and greets them.

“Jamil!” Yuuna gives him a hug as he stumbles back. He awkwardly gives her a hug back, careful to not spill his drink on her.

“Hey where’s Kalim?” Yuuta asks curiously.

“He’s on the dance floor” Yuuna and yuuta both turn to see Jamil. He nods over to Kalim's direction and they both look over to see Kalim and other students dancing. The two giggle.

“You guys can talk to him after. He’s excited to have you guys here again”

“Thank you for the invite, means- oh don’t tell me that’s grim” they all turn around to see Ace and deuce trying to get grim off the buffet table. Yuuka sighs before excusing herself to go take care of it.

“I hope you made enough food for everyone, seems like grim won’t be leaving that table anytime soon” Jamil sighs as he rubs his temple.

“Luckily for you, I did make enough to feed a whole village…”

“Is that fruit punch?” Yuuna asks excitedly. Jamil nods and tells her where to get it. She thanks him before quickly sprinting to get some fruit punch.

As the three began to talk, yuuken was suddenly pulled back by his arm. He turns around to see who it was but was met by Lilia's horrified face.

“Wheres y/n”

“What?”

“Y/n where is she?” He gives him a confused look before answering his question.

“She’s back in ramshackle, she didn’t feel like coming-”

“We have to go”

“What? Wha-”

“She’s not safe ! We have to go now before it’s too late” Now this has already started causing a scene. Yuuta quickly walks up to Lilia with a confused yet panicked look.

“What do you mean? Is something bad going to happen to y/n?”

“I’ll explain on the way, but right now we have to go to ramshackle”

-

Back in ramshackle

You woke up to the sound of the wooden floors downstairs creaking. You turn to the clock to check what time it is.

11:29 pm

They left an hour ago.

You sigh before laying back down and sleep.

*THUD*

You jump at the sound of something falling downstairs. You froze and held in a breath, trying not to make any noise and listen.

…

….

Nothing

“No, it’s all in your head” You whisper to yourself. You took a couple deep breaths as you tried to clear your mind.

You waited again.

Yet nothing

“It’s all in your head” you cuddle up closer to your bed and close your eyes.

You knew that ramshackle is an old dorm. So you tried not to think too much about it every time you heard a creak coming from the wooden floors. Or the sound of the curtain fabric swinging from the window, or the sound of the leaky faucet from the bathroom again.

You ignored it all until you heard it

Y/n

Your name

But this time it sounded much closer

Like, it was inside your room. You already feel tears threatening to stream down your face.

No no it’s all in your head

You closed your eyes again and tried to ignore it. Which was a mistake on your part.

Y/N

It’s screaming at you

Asking you to look at it.

But you can’t, you don’t want to

A shiny green light suddenly appears in the middle of your room.

Y/n

It’s calling to you

You made a mistake by accidentally looking at it. Now your whole body lost its control as you become hypnotized by the green light.

And you were lured by the comforting voice that was calling your name.

You slowly raised up from bed

And followed it.

Your door opens which then the light soon leaves the room and lures you with it. You follow it down the stairs, through the ramshackle living room, into the kitchen and to the back door.

It was dark outside and cold. You only had on your oversized t-shirt along with shorts and you were barefoot. But that didn’t matter since you couldn’t feel anything other than hearing the strange yet comforting voice calling out to you.

Y/n

You follow it as it takes you into the dark and eerie woods behind the dorm. The small green glow being your only source of light throughout the dark night.

As it took you farther away from your dorm, it knew you wouldn’t be able to come back.

“That thing! All those night terrors and dreams she’s been having along with her sickness, it’s all its fault!”

Lilia and yuuken quickly left the party after what Lilia had said. He told yuuta to stay and watch over the grim and the girls as him and Lilia ran back to ramshackle.

“I don’t understand, who is it?”

“A entity”

“It seems like y/n has grown super strong emotions during her stay here. It’s like an overblot! But the difference is this entity isn’t from here, it’s from another dimension and it hasn’t been seen or active in over a millennium”

An entity?

“What does it want from her?”

“It wants her! Her emotions, pain, everything was strong enough to manifest itself back!”

“It won’t stop until it has her”

It feels like centuries before it soon takes you inside of a cave. A cave that has never been seen in centuries.

The green light then stops in the middle of the cave. It glows bright and green as it slowly shrinks back til it’s nothing.

Finally

Your mine

The voice says before you feel something lunge at you. Impaling you. You quickly broke away from its mind control and screamed. It pinned you to the ground as you tried helplessly to get it off you. You began to choke on your own blood as it squeezed and pulled on your insides.

The last thing you see is a cloud of what looks like colorful smoke before you give up.

“No one will remember you”

“You will always be ramshackles forgotten lamb”

The grief, anger, and pain you have felt all this time has helped to manifest an ancient twisted being that hasn’t been seen in over a millennium.

Now it finally has you

-

Erm anyways, leave any comments if you guys are interested in me writing horror pieces! Especially for this upcoming October !

Also yuuken x reader content! Cuties

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