‟ I want to love with eternal love, and to make oaths that are not violated. „
[ On hiatus, too scared to come back tbh, I may delete this blog and create another one day, until then all my works are still available here]
Coming back from the dead to say that TWST is spoiling us and that I lost all my gems to get Jamil Birthday SSR and Rook SSR and that I'm crying of both joy and sadness
I love your work with Neige! It was very well-written oui so for that I want to also have a humble request for the title game, please
A green apple's jealousy in action
Neige’s jealousy displays itself in such a clever little manner. Painting himself in such a flattering light, a kind saint, while his target is nothing but a greedy demon. You feel like you’re embroiled in noble politics, pretty words laced with poison, hubris abound, trying to elevate your position by pushing others down. It disgusts you. It’s like you’ve bitten a pretty apple only to have ingested poison. It makes you want to never eat another apple in your life.
Envy is such an ugly colour and it’s stained your relationship with Neige an unsalvageable colour. There’s too much smoke and illusions in his world and now you can barely trust your reflection in the mirror. The poison has infected you and you’re willing to cut off a limb if only to prevent its spread.
All that glitters isn’t gold. Neige used to remind you of crisp apples, honey, and sunlight and all that’s good in the world. But apples rot, honey becomes sickly sweet, and sunshine burns. Too much of him leaves you dizzy and suffocating. The burn is no longer pleasant.
@pixel-word asked: Can you do kissing headcannons with jade, silver and trey.. i loved your headcannons!!!
And thanks to you for waiting, oops-
Trey Clover
✧ Even before you became Trey's partner, you noticed the sense of comfort he carried with him. When it was just the two of you, you felt good, safe. His presence reassured you. His voice was familiar, his words always welcome. He was part of your daily life, your moments of solitude were accompanied by his presence without it disturbing you. There was the twenty-five minutes before curfew shared with him in front of the fireplace in the common room, a daily reminder of the importance he had taken on in your life. One day, sitting side by side on one of the couches, the distance between the two of you was reduced to nothing as your lips connected for the first time, and never had you shared such a sweet, intimate moment with another person.
✧ Those moments became more numerous each day of your relationship. Your daily rendezvous was the only time you could really let go without fear of setting a bad example for the other students. Once they were in their respective rooms, Trey's hand slipping into the crook of your back is the signal that your love for him can be expressed in more than just words. Turning towards him, he would tilt your head to let you see the contented smile on his face, once the visual agreement is made he would let this hand caress your skin till nestling in the back of your neck. In this embrace, the sweet smell of pastries made during the day would tickle your nostrils and his familiar warmth would guide you to get even to him to initiate the kiss.
✧ Contrary to his scent, Trey's kisses aren't sweet, unless he hasn't had time to brush his teeth, of course. On a more serious note, it all depends on the atmosphere between the two of you. He knows how to show himself with a sweetness that can almost become painful, resisting any attempt to speed things up, leaving you unsatisfied. He will withdraw, just enough to observe your reaction, while his eyes will smile mischievously as your breaths continue to entwine. Depending on your actions, it could be that things will go faster. Lips will pull away to find each other again as quickly as possible. Hands tracing paths on the skin as the embrace you share continues to tighten. Sadly, the time will come to separate, to slow the pace and calm the ardours. There are some things for which you have to take your time and choose the right moment.
✧ In broad daylight, when hiding the signs of affection is more necessary, he would be satisfied to chastely kiss your forehead before you both head to your respective classes. In a setting surrounded by friendly faces he’d allow himself to kiss your cheek, bending over to catch your scent one last time. Don't hesitate to return the affection. A kiss here and there in a breeze to help you wait for the rendezvous of the evening. If it were up to you, you wouldn't hide from anyone -maybe not to the point of throwing yourself into a languid kiss in the middle of the hall- but the responsibilities that come with being a vice-dorm leader’s partner prevent you from doing so. But hey, there will come a time when discretion to preserve everyone's good behavior will be a thing of the past. Until then, empty corridors are filled with the thrill of being found.
Jade Leech
✧ Your first kiss with Jade was the result of a pent-up tension built day after day. The fleeting glances- a charming smirk adorning his face when he would see you averting your eyes-, the nearly imperceptible touches -his fingers brushing against your shoulders as he helped you to take off your coat-. All little things that led you to go again and again to the Mostro Lounge. Spending all of your free time and money, there in the hope to see him. It took a lot of time for the small talk to become a real conversation, perhaps because of the fact that when his eyes met yours you would recoil instinctively, feeling both flustered and nervous. But once there, the hardest part behind, it was the ticking of the Louge’s clock that dared you to make the first move. And you did, because it was clear that he knew, that he had to know how infatuated you were. A hand on the counter, a knee coming to join and, in the most dramatic gesture of your life, you climbed up on the bar, brought Jade to you and kissed him. It would be a lie to say it was a romantic moment. Because of the impulse, your teeths collided and you found yourself apologizing, full of shame, in front of a laughing Jade.
✧ After such an eventful first kiss, and a second done more carefully, the after hours of the Mostro Lounge were nevermore the same for Jade. Though he can’t lie and say that he didn’t take great pleasure in the process of slowly and surely seducting you, finally being able to touch you properly is far more satisfying. The proper hand-kissing -lips never even brushing the skin- while looking over you with the most charming expression was fun for a while but teasing can only do so much for someone in love. So, since your odd declaration of love (was it how humans usually do?), he at last was able to kiss other places.
✧ Your neck was his favorite area to shower with kisses. Human skin, he learned, is really soft and sensitive in this area. His sharp teeths would brush slightly and gently against your neck as you would feel you knees getting weak. Jade relishes teasing you for his amusement and stopping just before crossing the line but even if taking the lead always guarantees a pleasant moment it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy when you’re the forward one. Grab his collar and make him lean towards you (this time gently enough to not end up colliding with him of course) and he’ll be entirely yours.
✧ When he offers his arm to you, which may more or less happen whether of not the hand-kissing made you melt, you’ll be able to kiss his shoulder to display of your affection since depending on your height it may require good strategy to discreelty get a kiss. You can also jump at him. I mean... it’s 50/50, he may catch you or the both of you will just fall (it is all about the speed at which you’re running at him).
Silver
✧ Kisses with Silver started as a treat after training. You jokily said that you wanted a kiss as a reward after a particulary rough session and Silver complied, giving you a kiss on your forehead (which for the relationship you had at that time felt really intimate). Feeling bold, you decided to push your luck a bit more every day. A kiss on the head, one on the back of your hand, one on the cheek. To your surprise he never refused, even when Sebek ranted that Silver should take sparring more seriously and stop being lovey-dovey with you. It made the boy flush slightly but he never stopped. Actually, it's almost as if he started doing it more often just to annoy Sebek (in a way you can thanks the loud fanboy for that).
✧ Eventually, some people oustide of your group of friends took notice of the habit and assumed that the two of you were a couple. Between the bored teenagers debating whether or not you were dating and your classmates asking you to give this to Silver, please, you always know where he is, followed by a terrible wink, of course. Though you secretly didn't find any of this depleasant -it was flattering even, like a foretaste of how being with Silver would be received by those around you -. But it was only your opinion, therefore you'd decided that it was a good excuse to test the waters with Silver.
✧ As long as it didn't interfere with Malleus' reputation the rumors didn't bother him, he told you. A good thing, really ; but it didn't give you any informations on how exactly he felt about being considered your boyfriend. You put an end to this issue quickly enough : after a training where it was only the two of you, you decided that since you had won most of the rounds you deserved a reward better than the previous ones. That is, a kiss on the lips. And if you could, you would settle for nothing less. When you put your cards on the table there was an embarassing moment where you thought that you were the dumbest person in the whole world. No worries, you got your kiss, and though your brain froze for an instant, you soon asked for another one. It wasn't everyday that you beated him after all!
✧ Now that the last barrier had collapsed, there was nothing restricting you from kissing Silver without the excuse of the recompense. Although you can't really smooch your boyfriend at school (you're here to study, remember what your parents told you), there's still plenty of occasions to show your love in a more physical way. Mostly by waking him up in a swarm of butterfly kisses to be honest, which depending on the context to the situation may result in a counterattack (spoilers : he always wins) or simply thanking you while smiling tenderly. On Silver’s part, he’s more prone to kiss you before falling asleep, peppering your face or your neck if an intimate moment just occured.
Once req are open do you mind writing a oneshot/scenario with Rook Hunt x fem (Reader) who gets lost in the forest and when the Pomefiore dorm realizes she's missing, he goes out to find her and she has a panic attack. Also some fluff!! Like he comforts her and expresses his love and safety for her ❤️ I love our Huntsman!
🥺🥺🥺🥺 mr rook spare hand in marriage
This was such a bad idea.
It was dark, and you were huddled against the base of a tree, pinching your arms to try to keep some coherent thoughts in your head. It was starting to grow cold, and you had no idea where you were, let alone get back to the safety of Night Raven College.
You held your only possession with you, a basket of herbs, close to you. All you wanted to do was harvest some fresh plants for Alchemy class, and now you were lost, with the sun already having set and with no one at school knowing where you were.
‘I’m going to have to spend the night here, aren’t I?’ You thought to yourself, shaking. ‘Oh, I should have brought someone else along…’
You swallowed thickly, trying to chase away the bad thoughts. It proved to be of no avail, and you could cower underneath the tree’s branches, completely at the mercy of the forest at night.
‘What if I don’t make it back? What if no one comes out to search for me, and I’ll just be left here to die? I don’t even have a knife to defend myself with,’ you sobbed to yourself, burying your face in your hands. God, look at you, no better than a newborn chipmunk, crying into your palms with no plan on how to survive the night or even find your way back.
You shivered, the chill of the night starting to set in. The same wildflowers that tempted you to go further into the woods seem to turn against you, snickering at your vulnerable self. Every crack and whistle in the forest seemed like vicious beasts, and even the whoosh of the wind felt like ghosts mocking you.
When you heard the distant howling of wolves, that’s when you knew you were done for.
‘I am going to die here, aren’t I?’ You sighed, crying harder into your arms. The cries of the wolves only got closer and closer, and you could only envision how things would end. They could smell your fear, couldn’t they? Your despair, your trepidation, your dread…
You closed your eyes, trying to think of something positive. It felt like a jab against your pride, like one last futile attempt to cling to the sunlight when the night had clearly gone and snuffed out any trace of it, but all you could conjure up were the worried faces of your friends and the fact that you would have simply just disappeared.
Death was a cruel one, not just to the one being thrown at its feet but to the ones it left behind as well. The crackle of branches at the calls of the wolves were only growing closer as you clung onto yourself in fear.
“Oh, mon dieu! Is that my little birdie?”
‘Great,’ you sobbed even harder, ‘I’m having hallucinations of my boyfriend’s voice.’
“We were worried sick!” The voice continued, and you nearly jumped into the air when a comforting arm slunk around you. You looked up weakly, and to your surprise and disbelief, you met eyes with Rook.
“Rook…? Why- How-?” You murmured, practically collapsing in his arms. He gave a sweet smile, tucking you into his arms.
“My love, I’ve been searching everywhere for you,” he whispered, picking you up. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank the Fates that you are safe! I was worried to my bones! I heard the wolves, and I was praying to whatever good spirit out there who would listen to my pleas to keep you safe and alive… Words cannot express how thankful I am.”
“I’m sorry…,” you whimpered out before bursting into tears again. He let you lean into his chest and sob all over him.
“There, there, little birdie. All that matters to me is that you’re safe and with me,” Rook comforted softly, taking you over to where his horse was waiting. He hoisted you on, and you clung onto him as he climbed on as well.
“Let’s get out of here, shall we? We shall leave this nightmarish ordeal behind us and return to the warmth and comfort of our lives as we know it,” the hunter remarked, pressing another kiss to your tear stained face. “Please don’t cry anymore. I have you safe with me, and I’ll make sure to fend off anything that dares harm you.”
“Thank you…,” you whispered, burying yourself in his cloak. He held the reins in one hand, the other holding you firmly.
“I will always come to rescue you, my dear birdie. Nothing will ever stand in the way of my love for you, be it a man or the entirety of nature herself,” he promised, urging his horse forward. “Now rest. I shall watch over you and keep you in good arms.”
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If it's ok can I ask for headcanons where Malleus Leona Azul Kalim witness their normally soft spoken s/o go nuts during combat training with a trident grinning in a scary way before cutely asking if they want to have a picnic lunch by the lake? Have a good one
Thanks lovely Anon, I finally did this request in a way that satisfies me (and you too I hope) :D
Leona Kingscholar
When he hears people shouting your name he’s directly running to be at your sides, confrontation isn’t your way of solving things so surely someone must have defied you and you stood up to them.
Students moving aside upon noticing the frightening figure of Savanaclaw’s dorm leader, he finally succeeds to see a person pressed against the ground, one of the tips of a trident brushing against his throat. Above him, your form is casting a carnivorous gaze upon the coward.
As the observers continue to shout your name, you remove your weapon from its dominating position and reach out your hand to your poor opponent. He takes it, hesitantly, looking away as your eyes continue to stare at him without quivering.
"Don't you ever try to bully me again, you understand? "You hiss, the boy lowering his head is your only answer.
There’s a last applause in honnor of your complete triumph before Vargas orders the distracted students to get back to their training. You regain you composure, taking a deep breath you finally notice your boyfriend’s presence. He comes near you and pats gently your head while asking you in a detached tone, that hides real concerns, if you’re fine.
He’s glad that you decided to show that guy who you are, the less clever students that don’t understand that being loud isn’t how one gets to the top need to be put back in their place. The fact that you kicked that boy’s ass makes you even more attractive in his eyes.
When you ask him to have a picnic he accepts in order to celebrate his kitten’s victory, prepare for a lot of kisses and probably a nap in the grass with you trapped under him.
"I knew you weren't the prey but I didn't know you were the predator. "
Azul Ashengrotto
Though his face is devoid of any emotion, his rising pulse is telling a whole other story. It was an unspoken rule for him that he was the one that protected you, not because you thought you were weak but because he wanted you to avoid conflicts as most as possible. But when that person came up and asked to spare with him, Azul knew that it was because they wanted to confront him in a domain where he wasn’t comfortable.
He felt relieved when you proposed to take his place. Now, seeing as your opponent is not trying to play nice, he wishes he would habe been more at ease with his land body.
In a way that is uncalled for, he’s kind of happy that you choose the trident as a weapon. For the merfolks, this weapon is culturally important so it is a bit like you’re carrying a part of him with you, although his pride will never let him tell you how glad this silly detail is making him.
He’s unsettled by this change of attitude at first, if it is how you really are perhaps you would have liked to treated like a warrior should be rather than how a fragile piece of art.
His concerns are fastly erased when you come back to him, face illuminated by your victory and waiting for his opinion on your fight.
When you propose a picnic he’s already in the kitchen of the Mostro Lounge preparing dishes for your rendezvous, after all you’re the one who helped him so you should be the one who’s being take care of !
" It is a bit embarassing but… would you help me improve my fighting stance ? I think I have a lot to learn from you. "
Kalim Al-Asim
He’s almost as scared as your opponent. He needs to remember his discussions with you, and the fact that you’re his partner, to get back to reality (which is that the soft-spoken person he knows is also this fierce fighter he sees).
Although, once the initial shock is gone, he’ll be more prone to admire your method to wield your trident.
Due to your sudden change he may be a bit uncomfortable, was it your true face ? Was the way you acted a cover ? He’s used to being the victim of assassination plans, he doesn’t need his love to betray him. Because of those thoughts he was hesitant to have a picnic with you.
" You know that I can only eat Jamil’s food, right ? I’m sorry, it isn’t against you but… Jamil might get mad if I eat what you’ve prepared. "
If you don’t directly explain your actions, Kalim will avoid you and go ask for Jamil’s opinion on the matter. Whether it ends up being the first situation or the second -namely once everything is ok between you and him-, he’ll ask you if he can watch you practice your moves and would glady be tutored if you feel like it.
When you place body next to his in order to show him how to correctly position himself, he can’t help but take your hands and begin to lead you in a short dance. If you put so much efforts in the way your posture is, surely it can be used in more fun things like dancing ?
Who is tutoring who ? Don’t know anymore but at least there’s no way you get bored with a pupil like Kalim.
" Mixing dance and fighting is something that has been around for a very long time! How about inventing a new style of dance with me? "
Malleus Draconia
Because of your ‘position’ as Malleus’ partner no one ever try to bother with you since direspecting you is indirecly disrespecting Malleus.
But there’s someone that doesn’t mind crossing the line if it’s for his master’s protection : Sebek. I do believe it would be hard for him to accept that Malleus has someone who is so close to him. What do they have that make them so special ? He just wants to judge if you deserve or not to be with his master. After all, your reputations are linked.
That’s why he may rough you up a little bit, just to see if you totally dependent on your lover.
When Malleus understands the situation, he immedialy comes to separate the both of you. Upon seeing your refusal of giving up the fight he reluctantly let you continue where you stopped.
" Sebek, stop excusing yourself and face them. Don’t understimate them but don’t forget that this is training either. "
He feels a mixture of pride and joy when you make Sebek stumble and fall on his butt. The astonished look on the face of the man etching deliciously in the dragon’s memory.
Having proved yourself to your love’s bodyguard, it is with great satisfaction that you ask Malleus for a picnic in celebration to your victory.
Malleus practically beams at your invitation. He thinks about inviting Lilia and Silver but a selfish part of him wants to bask alone with you in this happiness for now.
" The lake seems like a nice place but I know somewhere far beyond the edge of the foods, there is a cute pond over there. I’d like to show you this place, only if you want to, of course. The lake is just as much lovely. "
Vil, Leona and Malleus with a s/o close to Idia & Ortho
Anon asked: May I please request hcs for Malleus, Vil and Leona with fem Ignihyde s/o who is best friends with Idia and Ortho
Sorry for taking so long Anon, here’s your dish with a little bit of crackhead energy but just enough so it’s not off-puting
Vil Schoenheit
You didn’t try to make Vil and Idia become friends because you were scared that Vil would roughly judge Idia and that wasn’t what the boy needed.
One day as Vil was looking for you, it was with surprise that he learned that you were hanging out with Idia. He kind of knew that you were close to Ortho but he wouldn’t have guessed that you had succeeded in making Idia open up.
As you were drinking soda and eating some potato chips, you suddenly heard a screech that shattered the silence of Idia’s room and knew that your boyfriend had found you.
" Are you kidding me ? SoDA and cHiPS ! Do you know how bad this is for your skin ? DOn’t yOu kNoW it ! "
He will not let you go to Idia’s room anymore because he has a "bad influence" on you. And now you need to do squats, geez ! Well, at least you can do it while looking at Vil in a seductive cheeky way (beware of the whip)
Still, he would let you hang out with Idia because though the man has a lot of flaws he can still be a hard-working person when he wants to.
If Idia isn’t too frightened of Vil since the intrusion in his room, Vil would ask him about the process that lead to Ortho’s creation. From how the design was made to the components used in the making.
Vil might give Ortho a makeover with you and Idia. Now Idia’s little bro is even more fabulous (because it was apparently possible).
Leona Kingscholar
Good luck if you want Leona to meet Idia because none of them will help you in your plans.
After numerous failures you’ll finally find a plan you think would work : chess ! Idia loves (board)games and Leona is an expert at chess, perhaps they could bond over that.
Since making they meet irl is far from being an easy affair you’ll need to make them play online.
Leona would play to make you happy since it seemed to be so important for you to see his skills and it never bad to see you beaming at his capacities. He would not play seriously at first, but upon seeing how good his opponent is he would seriously focus like never before to not lose face in front of you.
Leona’s cleverness vs Idia’s geniuses, both of them are now caught in an infinite loop. Equality is at every corner. They would only stop when one of them would need to do something else (which is playing an event in a game for Idia and sleeping for Leona).
Leona would not be surprised to learn that Idia was his opponent, Idia is a smart guy so he expected no less. They wouldn’t hang out much but they would keep playing chess and other board games online so you suppose they aren’t completly strangers.
Ortho would be Cheka’s babysitter. What ? Didn’t Idia put some informations on how to take care of a child in Ortho ? Man, what a waste of potential.
Would still try to get them together so he could sleep in peace when you’re not around.
Oh wait, is that Cheka on Ortho’s back ? Why are they flying to the sky !? Oh no. ORTHO GET BACK HERE
Please scold Leona, he’s an irresponsible parent. (jk jk)
Malleus Draconia
Not surprised at all. Someone who actually befriended him, despite all the rumours circulating, ended up being a close friend to one of the most reclusive person in Night Raven (and his robotic brother), without forgetting that their family may be cursed ? Pretty normal.
At some point you’ll want them to meet each other since they’re both people that you cherish. But as we know, socializing isn’t Idia’s forte so it may be hard to convince him to hang out with Malleus and Ortho or to let Malleus into his inner sanctum
But you have a secret card : Lilia !
He'll take you and Malleus under his wing in order to teach everything there is to know about the world of online multiplayer video games, and when Malleus will be playing to his heart’s content every night it will be time to propose to play with Idia.
Poor Ortho, now there is his bro, his bestie and the guy with horns/fae/his bestie’s boyfriend playing all night long and hanging out less and less in the real world. Luckily for him, Lilia can replace you when you don’t feel like playing and so you can spend more time having fun with Ortho.
Malleus would be curious of how exactly Ortho is living ? Between magic and technology he always has leaned towards magic as it was what he knew best. The Shroud bros would have fun seeing him being so naive when it comes to technology. I mean, they knew he didn’t know a lot when Malleus tried to tame a dragon they needed to kill for a quest but still, he’s even less knowledgeable than they thought !
Idia will likely transform your boyfriend into a pro gamer (Dad Lilia is so proud)
Jamil Viper x Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 4, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 3 600
Summary: In the aftermath, you wonder if his love for you was nothing more than another lie.
Winter break was a bit too long for you. You loved holidays but being away from your love for so long weighed on you. You remembered how warm his lips were when he kissed you goodbye before you went through the mirror. You wished you could have went along with him in the Country of Hot Sands but your family wanted deservedly to have you home. It didn’t ease your longing for him though. The desire to be reunited with him increasing the more you thought about him and the last smile he had given you.
You had finished your homework in a short time, putting in practice every study tips Jamil had gave you. Passing the time while getting lost in the colorful world of Magicam, the notification that rang in your ears easily caught your attention to inform you that Azul Ashengrotto had started a live stream on his account. With nothing better to do and wanting to avoid continuing to drown yourself in the gloom of this endless day, you pressed the screen without thinking.
You were surprised when the face of your love appeared in your field of vision. As far as you knew, Azul and Jamil were only classmates, so to see the latter on Azul's account was odd to say the least. The focus of the camera became a little blurred, highlighting the scenery instead of your beloved. You recognized the walls as those from the Scarabia Dorm. What were they doing there? Jamil didn't tell you anything about staying at Night Raven for the holidays. Had he received orders from his parents telling him to stay with Kalim in Scarabia?
The camera stabilized again and you were able to see Jamil more clearly. You expected to see his usually serene look, but what left you speechless was that Jamil’s expression showed a confusing wickedness. A sneer deformed his mouth while his arms made grand gestures as he spoke to someone in front of him. You found a look of resemblance with the face he did after winning against you at your favorite game. Nonetheless, you never had witnessed Jamil having on his face such a frightening contempt. Did they decided to organize a friendly competition in Scarabia’s dorm ? No, Jamil would have invited you if so, he always did.
The person who was filming zoomed out and you saw Azul, blank stare and dangling arms, direct opposite of Jamil's threatening aura. You immediately figured out the situation and prayed that you were mistaken. He wouldn't dare, would he? There was no more friendliness in the air, everything indicated a confrontation that took a turn for the worst. That was the only logical reason Jamil would have used his unique magic on someone, especially Azul with who he had a polite relation. But none of them had a hot temper so it didn’t make any sense in your eyes.
And then Jamil spoke.
What scared you, even more than the hatred that seemed to consume your beloved on every side were the words Jamil articulated without trembling. Revealing his desire to bring Kalim down from his position of dorm leader, he seemed drowned in joy as it was clear that his plan was working.
He had spoken without shame, his voice betraying that he believed in every word he said. You didn't understand, you didn't want to understand. In the hope of finding a logical explanation, your gaze slipped on the title of the live: "The dark side of a certain famous magic school". There was no information on the nature of the current events. So was it not a joke? Jamil was not the type to participate in this kind of thing. But maybe if Kalim had asked him he would have accepted ? But you were certain he used his unique magic and he had always been so secretive about it, there’s no way he would have used it in front of thousands of people. You didn’t know what to think anymore.
Jamil kept talking, spitting his venom on Kalim and on his position as vice dorm leader which he seemed to hate with all his heart. As hard as his words were, you couldn't help but feel your heart clench at the sight of the triumph that lit up his face. He had suffered so much that he felt liberated by the simple thought that Kalim would soon no longer be a part of his life. All this sick euphoria was the result of a pain you never knew anything about.
He used the word ‘free’, as if he'd been imprisoned in his role and his sentence was about to be served. He believed that the downfall of Kalim would be his ascension. Suffocating under the most negative emotions he saw only his own hatred, reason disappearing little by little.
Before you knew it, tears had begun to wet the corners of your eyes. Comments from other users were all expressing their shock at this student's behaviour. They were talking about how unacceptable his attitude was and that he was the one who should expelled from this school. Horrible. Everything you saw was horrible: Jamil's expression and words as well as the comments from people who didn't even know him, who didn't know anything about how he felt. Then, you wondered.
Did you know him as well as you wanted to believe?
One of Octavinelle's twins entered the camera field, accompanied by Kalim and Ramshackle Dorm's student. Jamil's face decomposed as he realized he had been tricked, in front of more than five thousand spectators.
You listened carefully to their conversation, their voices muffled by the rapid beat of your pulse. You saw Azul break out of his false hypnosis and Kalim ask, on the verge of a breakdown, if Jamil was really betraying him.
Jamil laughed. He laughed and it seemed to be liberating for him. He had lost, but there was no more pretending anymore. His laughter became a cry of hatred towards Kalim and, as it was apparently still possible, his face sank deeper into this malevolent expression as he conjured up his unique magic: Snake Whisper.
His unique magic was a secret for everyone in school, except for you and Kalim. When you took your relationship to the next level, he had accepted to entrust you with the real nature of his magic. Because you were equals, because you loved each other. And now, while witnessing his actions, you wondered what was left of this mutual trust.
A flash flooded your screen and you heard a voice uttering the beginning of the word "overblot". Then the broadcast was over and you were left shaken in the solitude of your bedroom.
Your brain filled with thoughts, each one more heartbreaking than the last. Your boyfriend was a manipulator (was he ? or it’s because you didn’t manage to see through him ?), he has just overblotted (thanks to someone who failed to alleviate his suffering) and was going to hurt loads of people (and to think that you could have avoided all of this). Did you fall in love with this person? Did you have any responsibility for his actions? (yes and yes).
Your conscience was being torn apart. Split between guilt and fear and incomprehension. You needed to do something, anything. You needed to go there so as to reason with him, so as to get explanations. Time suddenly seemed to accelerate as you hurried to put on your shoes and get your coat on.
You left a note on the kitchen table, summarizing the situation in a handwriting that betrayed a nervous tremor of the hand. You came out of your house -gasping for breath before you even started to run- and headed towards the nearest public transport.
Everything was long over by the time you got here.
You’ve asked everyone you encountered, pleading for someone who knew where Jamil was. The student from the Rhamshackle Dorm was your savior. Explaining along with their weird cat what happened in details and telling you that he was now resting in his room. You thanked the two of them and started to run to where you knew he was.
You stopped to hurry halfway through.
Loads of the damage he’s made was because of the fact he overblotted but that didn’t explain his disturbing scheme. If during all this time he had only been forging a perfect image of himself, hiding all his bad attentions, what was left of the sincerity you had sworn to each other? Jamil has just been unsmasked but you don’t change in the twinkling of an eye. It took time for Jamil to put up with his plan and it will take time to make a fresh start. Was everything before that a lie?
As far as you can remember, your relationship with Jamil was one-sided in therm of confidence. You told him your insecurities, your traumas and most of your philosophy on life. He told you loved you. Being evasive at the slightest question because when I’m with you I don’t want to think about bad things, you make me happy and I want this relationship to be about the love between you and me. Not my problems. I can be your confident of course, but don’t expect to me to share everything. It’s just how I am, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you, because I really do.
That was the first time he confessed to you. You didn’t answer, because you were too busy embracing him and nuzzling the crook of his neck. It was also because you were feeling a bit disappointed. You didn’t want to be clingy if that’s not what he wanted, it was fine, really. But it made you feel like you were not as close to him as you wished. His arguments were justified : when you’re with your loved ones it’s normal to want to have fun and not think about all the depressing stuff that happened in your life. But now that Jamil has overblotted nothing is the same.
You sincerely wanted to believe him, to leave behind his bad deeds and start all over again. But a part of you pointed its finger at him while murmuring in you ear that he was a liar, a hypocrite that used you to appear less suspicious. Kalim choose to forgive him, obviously, despite all the suffering he endured. He has always been very lenient after all. You still haven’t seen him, nevertheless the chances are high that he would tell you that Jamil has always been at his side. Helping him through the hardest times, having been raised with him. That’s wasn’t your case.
If you wanted to leave him you’re sure he would understand. You could find another person to love and build a relationship not based on lies. But first and foremost, Jamil deserved the right to explain himself.
In front of his bedroom, as feeble as the first time you knocked on his door, except that this time it was because your relationship with Jamil was about to take a turn, not because you were excited to see him ; you waited for an answer that never came. You couldn’t be patient anymore. You pushed one of the handles and were surprised to discover that the door latch was unlocked.
Jamil was sitting on his bed, his gaze not lingering on you as he fastly looked away. It destroyed you. You thought you were ready to face him. To accept that he despised you, rejected you or begged you to forgive him, but not that he ignored you. Your voice came out hoarse, as wounded as you were :
" I came as soon as I could "
You wanted to cry at his feet and plead him to forgive you for not understanding him, you wanted him to cry for hurting you and Kalim, you wanted to leave him, you wanted him to tell you he loved you.
With his head down, one hand firmly clutching the sheet underneath him, he gave no answer. For the time being you were still lovers, but within the four walls of this room you were strangers. Because of him, perhaps because of you. You took a breath and knew what to say.
" I’m sorry "
For not being there when you needed me, for letting myself get attached to an illusion, for what you’re about to say, for everything that will be left untold.
" For what ? You did nothing wrong. "
He sighed and let himself fall backwards on the bed. He gazed at the ceiling, eyelids fluttering soflty as his hand was still grabbing the sheet under him. You walked towards him, he looked up to you and you found mixed emotions in his eyes. He seemed glad you were here but also like he would prefer for you to be anywhere else. You sat on the bed in a way that Jamil could not see your face, you didn’t need your voice to become tearful and trembling. The silence invaded the room as you were pondering over what to say. You tightened and loosened your grip on your coat, which you had been forced to remove due to the heat, and decided to cut to the chase.
" Jamil, I know I’ve never told you before but I love you. "
In spite of everything that happened, it was true. You knew that your endearment for him really had evolved in something stronger a long time ago. It's a shame it's only now that you're telling him.
You had to question him about his actions, make him spill whether or not he used you. But you didn't have the strength. Your spirits had never been so low, your self-confidence so damaged. Every answer to your questions would turn out to be a knife stuck a little deeper into your wounds and you couldn't take it. He knew either way, didn't he? He was observant, you were an open book to him so there was no need to ask questions he already knew.
You remember when you kissed for the first time and that the two of you became a couple. Everything was so easy, so simple. Never you would have thought that one day things would change, that you would want to run away from him. In the span of a few minutes, your whole life had changed. Anyone could be a traitor, from the most reserved friend to the one that couldn’t stop talking. Somewhere among these people was a liar. You had hoped it would not be Jamil, that it was just a misunderstanding and a bad joke from Octavinelle’s trio, but the facts were there.
You heard the rustle of the sheets, hitting that Jamil sat up again, and felt the warm contact of skin against your shoulder. Hesitantly, you turned your head towards him and he clutch to you a bit more as a sign of encouragement. His gaze was now overwhelmed by sorrow, mirroring your own expression. He sighed once again and reached into his pocket in order to pull out a bracelet decorated with a small red stone, similar to the one that adorned the ribbon in his hair.
" Here " he said, his voice trailing off as he was finishing his sentence " I wanted to give this to you to celebrate my rise as Dorm Leader but it won’t happen. I don't think I could give you things like this again after our talk, so take it. "
He handed you the bracelet, his fingertips brushing against the palm of your hand while doing so, you started observing the red gem so as to benefit from a pause in the conversation. He seemed sincere which illuminated a beacon of hope in you : Jamil meant to give you this after his accomplishment which signified that you were not a mere piece in his plan. That was one less thing to worry about, remained his disturbing attitude.
You played with piece of jewelry, observing the delicacy of the gemstone and the golden color of the bracelet. Giving you such an expensive item as a present was symbolic, surely it wasn’t just a piece of the richness of the Asim family. Jamil would have prefered to offer you something more personal, not showy but simple. He was like that.
Your heart sank.
" I’m sorry, because I didn’t see how you felt and also, maybe, because I feel uspset to habe been deceive by the person I trusted the most. I’m sorry for myself. "
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Jamil straightening his posture.
" In a way, you’re both similar and different to Kalim " confied Jamil, " How could have you changed anything when I was the one keeping everything to myself ? " He crossed his arms, one of his thumbs circling on his skin. " That’s why I’m the who needs to apologize. Not because I regret my actions, but because I’ve abused your trust. If I had told you, there are chances that you would have tried to stop me. Now that I overblotted I guess that it wouldn’t have been a bad thing. " His hand almost went to hold yours, but he suddenly changed his mind. " Forgive me. You were the one person I didn't want to hurt no matter what. "
Although it was what you came for, his apology didn't lighten the load on your heart. You wipped away a tear you didn’t feel coming, silently hoping that Jamil saw nothing.
The light of the room was getting dimmer as the sun began to disappear into the horizon. In the silence and darkness of the place, the gravity of the situation was crushing you. Here we are, the time to choose to forgive or not. You would be a liar if you said that you didn’t still want to be with him. To hug him and run your hand through his hair like before, to work beside him -paying more attention to him than to your homework- to talk to him about whatever interests you at the moment. But it would also be a lie to say something hadn't been broken in you. If he’s lied to you once, there was no proof he wouldn’t do it twice.
" I wished there was a way I could make it up to you " Jamil mumbled and you authorized yourself to turn to him. His eyes were glistening lightly, half hidden under his locks. That was a odd thing to see him moved, as well as a huge step forward.
" It will take long before I can trust you again, Jamil " you sobbed unable to restrain yourself any longer. The back of Jamil’s hand came to wipe away the tears that escaped you. Your gazes met. His expression was worried, his movements were uncertain and his voice wavered when he whispered your name.
" Do you want anything ? Maybe a handkerchief? "
The tears multiplied, but it didn't matter when the man in front of you wore the same expression.
" Hug me. "
More of an order than a request, but Jamil complied without hesitation. His arms wrapped around your form, you leaned into his touch and the two of you sank into the bed. One of his hand caressed you head as you nuzzled his neck, still sobbing, maybe a bit less loudly. From the start, his warmth was what you were looking for, finding his embrace again and spending your time by his side. Little did you know that the moment of your reunion was going to have the bitter aftertaste of tears.
" Can I stay with you for the night ? "
" Yes, you can. Of course. " he whispered, "Does your family know you’re here ?"
" I left a note, they’ll understand. "
There was still several thing you needed to discuss but for now you let yourself fall asleep in the soothing embrace of your love. You had been deceived and hurt, Jamil had been belittled and probably just as hurt. Maybe it was necessary to pass through all of this in order to better your relationship. Regardless, that was all in the past now. You weren’t sure wether or not you forgave him, the scars being still opened and far from being healed, but you were ready to try again. And hopefully, your couple wasn’t going to be as one-sided as before.
Underneath you, Jamil reflected on the consequences of his actions. In spite of all his bad deeds, Kalim, you and so many others have decided to forgive him. He felt good, he felt awful. Mainly he felt grateful for all the kindness he received and that he didn't deserve. Things will be different from now on, he’ll be Kalim’s servant no more, at least not as much as before. All his plans had been revealed, there was nothing left to hide.
He synchronized his breathing with yours and realized you had fallen asleep. There was still a long way to go before the damage he's done can be repaired but he’ll try. Because you, and even Kalim, deserved to be happy. His arm wrapped a bit more around you as he waited for sleep to take him.
It was strange but the darkness of his room didn’t feel lonely anymore.
Hey, it’s been a while. I’m still a silent lurker who doesn’t want to bother at heart that’s why I don’t post updates, hope you didn’t forget about me.
I’m still working on requests but I struggle a bit to convey what I want sometimes and end up deleting what I’ve done because I don’t think it’s good enough :’)
I hope all of you are safe, my inbox is open to anon again if you want to talk.
Leona, Riddle and Vil with a painter s/o + unique magic
Anon asked: If it's okay I'd like to request headcanons for Leona Vil and Riddle where their artistic s/o asks if she can paint a portrait of them and it comes out wonderfully, showing beautiful details highlighting their best features not to mention in the painting it seems as if you could walkt into the painting (bonus points if her magic brings people into the painting if they touch it) have a good one
Don’t touch the paintings, kids.
Leona Kingscholar
It is a difficult thing to have leona stay still for a while, so it was a surprise for you when he agreed to be your model
You didn't expect him to fall asleep, though. Of course, you knew he had this rather useful ability to fall asleep at the speed of light but still
Anyway you could see the details of his face so it was fine for you
When you finished the paiting because your talent is to paint at the speed of light, you woke him up and of course he asked you to see the result
You said no because the beauty of the painting is in the details and your work was far from over.
The next day, you had covered the dry paint with a light veil so as to reveal it in a dramatic gesture at Leona's sight.
He had never seen one of your painting before, some sketches scattered on your desk had sometimes entered his field of vision but he paid no mind. He knew you prefered to exhibit your best pieces only and he respected that.
The fact that he had no expectations greatly amplifield his astonishment when he saw what you had painted.
The colours complemented each other harmoniously, and he'd never looked more attractive, he wondered if that's how you saw him.
Proud boyfriendTM , you may not have seen it directly but he would be so impressed !
He patted you on the head and complimented you till you collapsed of embarrassment/till your ego mutltipled by three. Usually the praise was hidden behind some sort of teasing so it was there but not so bluntly said, you probably never felt more pround of your work than when he praised it.
And he hadn’t even seen the best part yet !
“Come closer, you can touch it if you want ! You know, to feel the details and all…”
You didn’t tell him exactly what was your unique magic, he knew it was linked to painting of course, but he never thought that it would transport him into the painting in itself !
He was in his room, the same he was just a moment ago. But he knew, when he looked at the orange tone of the sky, that this wasn’t reality.
“Sooo, what do you think about this ?” you chimed, and Leona noticed he wasn’t alone anymore.
“Not bad, amazing if I’m honest. How long are we going to stay here ?”
“We still have a lot of time, we can’t leave this room but... “
There was a knowing glance from Leona as he walked towards you. In this place where no one could know how to reach you, you linked you fingers to Leona’s and prayed that your magic will be able to stay stable for what was going to come.
Riddle Rosehearts
The trickiest thing was to find moments to paint him since he always had something to do as the dorm leader of Heartlabyul. Thanks to Trey though, one day you were able to steal Riddle away from his duties.
You could see in his facial expression the sheer pleasure of being your model. The head held high, the features of his face frozen as if not to confuse you with a sudden change of expression. Once again, you realized how beautiful your boyfriend was.
He seemed to feel that your look lingered a bit longer than usual as he glanced at you, but you were already working again.
“Riddle ?” you interrupted him in the evening while he was working “Do you want me to show you something awesome ?”
“I’d like to but following the rule num-”
You were already gone before he could use the same old sentence to justify a decline. You knew he’ll be curious since you usually followed the rules in order to not uspet him.
You made him play cat and mouse: disappearing at each end of the corridor so that he knew where you were going but didn't catch up with you.
Then, when he reached the room where your painting was hanging, you were not there anymore. A single note was left next to the painting : “Touch it”. He did what was told as his portrait smiled at him.
The room was replaced by what looked like the area where the Unbirthday parties are held. Scarlet roses were more numerous than usual, making any other color that dared to compete with it pale, bland even. In the center, the table where he always sat was prepared, the silver cutlery shining brighter than ever. He saw your figure sittting in his place, you invited him to come closer with a movement of your hand.
“I tried to put more emphasis on red than I usually do, because it matches with Heartslabyul, you know ? But I may have went a bit too far. Now, everything seems dull in comparison.”
He came next to you and sat in a nearby chair while observing the surroundings.
“I don’t think so. It was a portrait of me in the first place, it’s normal the main color is red. If we think this way, the dull colors compliment well the painting. Good job.”
You thought that his remark was really similar to the ones he would tell you when he was grading your homework. Encouraging as always.
“Someday, I’ll able to build bridges between my paintings. Imagine ! One day, even if I’m from the other side of the world, we could meet in a nice place like there. Till then, you can come here when you want to be assured to be tranquil. Put your portrait in your bedroom to have a fast escape from the world.”
“I thought my magic was powerful but your is another kind of power, love.”
He kissed your forehead and took your hand, leading you to the gate of the garden. He understood that even though years will pass, even though your talents in your art and in your magic will improve ; he’ll still go in this place. You might try to replace that portrait -you’d call hideous- with a better painting, but Riddle will always be more attached to the first one you offered him.
Vil Schoenheit
You never should have asked him, he’ll never come out of the bathroom again.
“Vil, love, please I just need to wash m-”
“No.”
If he was going to be immortalized in your art forever, he might as well dress up to the nines.
He wanted everything to be perfect. Choosing the scenery up to the lighting of the room so his complexion would be magnificient.
You had to interrupt him to let him know that you'd already chosen the place where you're were going to paint him. To your surprise, he directly accepted and let himself be guided to the place you had chosen.
You blushed at how cliché all of this was : a field of mauve flowers just for the two of you. That seemed really romantic in idea but now that you were actually there with Vil you found that it was a bit too much.
Is there really a too much with Vil though ? As he sat down on the chair you had prepared for him, his silvery voice let you know that this place was lovely.
Vil once told you that he’ll never lie to you. So maybe he didn't mean what he said, but he certainly didn't mind the decor. Alright, no need to fret, it’s time to work.
There are chances that Vil would not like what you thought while you were painting him : the truth is, you almost forgot how beautiful this man is. When you see the face of someone everyday, no matter that they’re beautiful or unsightly, their face just become a part of your everyday. You could still see the delicacy of Vil’s features but you were used to it.
You didn’t observe him before painting him. Sure he spent a long time in the bathroom, as usual, however it was now evident that he couldn’t have shortened his preparation.
Maybe it was useless to paint him since he was already looking like the masterpierce you studied to improve. You couldn't honor such a face. Vil would see what you did of his perfect features and stay silent, because he told you he’ll never lie.
Watching him as his gaze was lost in the distance, you despised yourself for thinking that painting a person for whom beauty was a priority would be a smart idea.
“Don’t worry, love. I know your skills and there’s a reason I accepted to be your model. No pressure, I’ll be proud of you no matter what.”
Before you fell in love with him, it always surprised you how gentle Vil could be. After you became friends, he would often speak with you of his admiration for the Queen. You understood with time that he wanted the Pomefiore students to make as much efforts as she did and that was why he had such a severe attitude.
“Thanks, Vil. I'll paint your portrait with the utmost care.”
He chuckled and no birds could have created a more melodious sound.
The day after, once the finishing touches were done, you led him to your room and showed him his portrait. He stayed silent for a long minute, his eyes traveling every inch of the painting, gauging colours and shadow. He looked up at you and you patiently waited for him to say something.
Finally, one of his hands came and put a lock of hair behind your ear as he whispered congralutations to you.
Of course, you went in the painting with him. The flower field was now immortalized forever in this place, the edge of the forest standing as the only boundary between reality and the two of you.
hey love! how are you ? are you fine ? are you happy ? seeing as hate on twst blogs is more and more frequent and twst creators are disappearing I can’t help but worry about all twst blogs...
Hey! Yes I’m fine! I disapeared from tumblr for a bit since I had more work than usual and I don’t like to write when I have too much things to do. I missed loads of stuff in the fandom but I saw the posts about this nasty Anon. Apparently someone also sent you some rude asks, your writing is really FAR from being bad sweetie, they just don’t know what quality is, maybe because they’ve never learned how to read correctly kof kof. I wonder if they’re just a troll or really someone full of hatred. Anyways, I disabled the anon ask so I got nothing :)
Anon said: You're back! I was so worried when I saw you didn't post anything omg
Ahah, not yet! I’ll post something tomorrow and probably other things this week. I don’t want to disapear again but I missed a lot of the game content and I need to read everything for the characterization.
Could you do a Headcanon with the dorm leaders? Which one would like a very shy person the most? Which would you like least of a person very shy? How would they react? What were they going to do? etc. I loved your blog, thank you.
Riddle would really appreciate the presence of someone who’s more reserved. Usually, a shy person will never try to upset anyone so they’ll never be a pain in the neck for him. Anyone who knows how to behave in society gets a minimum amount of respect from Riddle. Though, if the person is his s/o, it might bother him if their shyness prevent them from being themselves. It would be frustating for him to see someone he holds in esteem lacking in self-confidence. He will not try to force them to be more assertive since it’s personal to his s/o but if they ask him to help them to improve he’ll definitly be of great assistance. Sometimes it would only be little things like praising his s/o after they’ve talked to a stranger or participated in class. With his love, Riddle is way more patient than he’s with anybody else. No matter how hard it can be for his s/o to do something, he’ll wait for them to be ready as long as they need.
Although Kalim seems to be pretty dense you would be surprised to see how observant he can be. With an acquaintance he would probably brush off their shyness and just act as flamboyant as always but with his s/o the situation would be different. Kalim wants to please his darling, he’ll be devastated to see that he’s making his s/o uncomfortable. So he would be watching his darling reactions and at the first sight of unease he’ll find a way to leave with his them. It would be a difficult for Kalim to understand his darling’s shyness, they are amazing in his eyes ! So why have they such a loss of confidence in themselves ? Like Riddle, he would help his s/o to feel more confident through simple gestures like praising them endlessly, and even if it may not be the most effective way to reach the self-confidence goal, it’s still really cute to see his darling get embarassed because he’s fussing over them.
It would be a hard thing to approach Malleus, he’s used to being avoided by everyone so one more or one less, it wouldn’t change anything for him. Though, if someone try to get closer to him, they may pique his interest. He would delight in observing their stratagems to get closer to him in the library, would have fun watching them look at him without knowing that Malleus knows. If they muster the courage to talk to him, of course he would do everything to keep the conversation going, after all he waited a lot before they even exchange glances. I’m persuaded that being close to Malleus means that they will get a treatment similar as his : respect and oh no they’re watching me, will they tell something about me to Malleus ? I don’t wanna die today. Which can be heaven if his s/o don’t want to be bothered by anyone or hell if they try to befriend someone from another dorm. Being Malleus’ s/o also means that the students from Diasomnia will be really nice and patient with them ! Someone pocking fun at them ? Be ready for the Diasomnia students army !
Leona would probably enjoy poking fun at a person with this personality trait, you have to understand, they make such good prey ! Nothing nasty, of course, but he'll have as much fun as he can get out of it. Though if his s/o is shy he might be more protective, he would always enjoy their shyness but that doesn't mean that others can tease you for that, oh no, we don't play with Leona's sweetheart. The Savanaclaw students would become their bodyguards, not that Leona asked for it but they are the dorm leader’s partner and no one will annoy them. Leona would find his darling really cute, plus one point if his s/o hides behind him, he may say that it’s annoying but it secretly flatters his ego. There’re chances that the lion's personality, eventually, would end up rubbing off on his s/o's, the latter would become more comfortable in situations they used to avoid and it's certain that Leona's laid back personnality has something to do with it.
I like to imagine that Azul would be very sweet with a shy s/o. Constantly praising them when they go out of their comfort zone and reassuring them if they think that they should change the way they are. Boyfriend material right here guys, would take care and would protect shy s/o with no hesitation. Slowly and surely he will make them more confident in themselves and though he will not admit it he’s soft for his s/o. Like, when they do something really cute like pulling a bit on his sleeve when they aren’t comfortable or suddenly acting really confident and take the lead to kiss him and ouspie, Azul can’t function properly anymore.
In this kind of situation, Idia most likely met his s/o thanks to Orto. How could it have happened any other way ? Ortho probably saw them and thought of that proverb « birds of a feather flock together » and just yeeted them in his brother’s bedroom. Idia panicking because an intruder is in his room, and them not understanding what just happened. Litteraly hitting the door to get out of there, because they’re with their crush and he’s looking at them like you would look at an alien. Bonding with Idia would be hard for someone shy but if they have shared interests, it will be easier to become his friend. Once they are in a relationship, man, poor Ortho. They are always alone together and honestly it’s fine for them. But if his s/o want to do outdoor activities, he’ll do it because he can’t resist them anyway. It may be harder if we’re talking about social interaction but seeing his s/o improve will encourage him because he doesn’t want to be left behind.
An unpolished gem, that’s what Vil would say about them at first. Their polite demeanor is charming but they need to show more confidence, which isn’t a problem since they will grow with time. If we’re talking about his s/o there’s no way Vil will not do everything in his power to soothe any discomfort they might feel. Though social gathering is important for Vil since that where the others create their opinion on someone with the few informations they catch on the way. So he would prefer to have his s/o with him since he’s pround of them and everyone needs to know that. His arm would always be around his s/o shoulders in an attempt to make them understand that he’s here and that he will not let them alone with all those unknow people. It’s hard to not feel confident while being with Vil, the man just knows how to make someone feel and be beautiful. His compliments are rare, he doesn’t need to repeat himself since they are engraved in his s/o’s memory due to the affection in which they are soaked.
Yandere Rook x reader
Warnings: mentions of poisoning, abduction
Rook's here to take what's rightfully his.
The moon on that night was beautiful. Stretching out with all its radiance in a cloudless sky, a disc of light reflected its silver halo back to Earth. The stars seemed to fade away to make more room for it in the dark sky. The wind was just a refreshing breeze on that summer night and everything was finally calm and harmonious once the others had gone to bed.
There were only a few minutes left before the twelve strokes of midnight. Rook calmly dusted off his hat, no worries came to harden the features of his face. He had planned everything, from the slightest setback to the actions he had to take in a timed manner to make everything run smoothly.
The lock unlocked without complications. With a hunter's pace, the man walked to your bed. His sharp gaze took everything into consideration: the position you were sleeping in, your breathing lifting your chest slightly and your hands pressing the sheet against your body. He didn't need to pay attention to the surrounding furniture because every corner of the room had already been memorized long ago.
He had forced himself to learn patience. Every day, the desire to hide you from this world grew stronger, to hide you away from all those disgraceful glances that do not know how to appreciate your beauty. Only he could give you the treatment you deserve. Besides, the weight of freedom is too heavy for your frail arms. If he would let you stay with these people, you would become a tamed animal, you would wither. He couldn't allow that
That's why he didn't feel anything when he poured poison in your drink.
Watching you hurriedly leave the dining hall only increased his excitement. He hadn't been able to contain himself all evening, to tell to be honest. Vil's gaze followed him back and forth through his own room. He too was waiting for the vice dorm leader to take action. It's true that Rook loved to play cat and mouse, but it was annoying to hear him constantly talking about you as if you were some kind of goddess. I can't wait for the abduction to take place, Vil often thought. That kind of thought will soon be far from his mind.
There was something about watching you shake and sweat in the comfort of your bed that Rook was passionate about. Pushing back the curtains of the canopy bed, his knee sank into the mattress as one of his hands landed on the sheet not far from your hip. Rook was saddened by the lack of refinement in the bedding and the lack of a mirror hanging above the bed. Well, that was all in the past, everything was soon going to change for you and for the better.
Positioned above you, his carnivorous gaze passed shamelessly through your body. A gloved hand released a lock of hair from your face, taking the opportunity to touch it. The moonlight that filtered through the curtain brought a strange senility to the scene and a draught, leaving a high-pitched whistle in its path, made the whole thing even more gloomy. A shiver of euphoria ran through him as he thought that his mornings would be by your side in this lovely way from now on.
Gently removing the sheet that prevented him from reaching you, he got out of bed and despite your groans, passed one of his arms behind your shoulders and the other under your legs. He had practiced many times for this moment and had little trouble lifting you. You kept whining, but your body and mind were too numb to understand what was happening.
"Ssh, trésor, you must remain calm or the others will wake up."
You crossed the corridors at the sound of the twelve strokes of midnight. No-one woke up, how could they when Rook had personally taken care of them? When it came to you, you didn't understand what was happening, your thoughts were foggy and your limbs were as if paralysed. Only the fact that you were no longer in bed was clear, but again you didn't understand the situation. Your head was resting on a stranger's chest, but the warm embrace of the stranger meant that you didn't feel any pain. He whispered words that you didn't understand as he took you to a foreign place.
Once in his room, Rook carefully laid you down on his bed. He was saddened by your empty and lost gaze, but he had to be brave, it was a blessing in disguise. He was moved by your situation, a poor and beautiful person reduced to a state of helplessness. If you are good, Rook thought, he will give you more freedom. He stooped down and his lips came to espouse yours. The kiss was salted by your sweat, Rook's hand caressed your cheek while his other hand touched your thigh. You felt nothing. The breath you shared with that familiar-looking man, his thumb drying your tears, or the languid softness of his lips. None of this could get you out of the torpor that was eating away at your head.
A handcuff was placed around one of your wrists, but you didn't know that either, you were only aware of the warmth of the man at your side and the meaningless words spoken by a loving voice that came up and caressed your ears like a wave.
"You are safe here. No one will come to hurt you, you can let yourself go. I'll be here when you wake up, I always will be."
Rook stroked your hair as you dove back into a restless sleep. Now everything will be all right, because you were together, because no-one will ever come looking for you. Rook will make sure of that.
Anon asked: Thanks for making my headmaster's daughter scenario it was awesome. If I can request a part 2 where there is a dangerous beast loose(like a chimera or a dragon) and she tames it and the reactions of the dorm leaders and pround papa bird(Crowley)?
Thanks everyone for the 200+ subs! I didn't post anything for a week because I was working on this request (which is almost a series for me now, I won't lie), and since a lot of you liked the first part, I thought it would be a good way to thank all of you. 💘
Btw, can I do a more obvious title?
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Morning light comes through the window and lits up your office. You take advantage of the quarter of an hour you have left before going to class to revise your notes -so that you don't get your fingers slapped by Mr. Trein-. As Riddle has told you many times before : as the first female student of Night Raven and daughter of the headmaster, you had to be a model student. It don't bother you, you are doing well academically and can keep up with the work pace.
Even so, you would be lying to yourself if you said that everything is perfect. The school life itself is really nice but it is disturbed by the rumors that reach your ears when the students are not discreet enough. In itself, it is nothing, only futile discussions, but to see your place questioned is never pleasant. Although many supported you with a kindness sometimes too forced to be true, others excluded you in an obvious way.
It’s sad to admit but you can understand. Among all the girls in the world you were chosen and, conveniently, you were Crowley’s daughter. Besides, it’s not like there aren’t schools for girls here and there. Actually, you took the entrance exam for one of them and passed with flying colors. You would have gone there if the first day of school a carriage had not been waiting outside your house.
You remember perfectly : your neighbors were waiting around it, and you could tell by their stunned expressions that it was what you thought it was: the famous carriage that led to Night Raven. In front of your house, the dark beauty of the alloy was laughing at you. It whispered deceitful words that meant: it is not you that I have come for, you will not see your father again, you are not good enough. Your throat would form a knot at the thought that it was there for someone else.
Then, through your blured eyes, you saw a teenager approaching the carriage. You recognized him, he was an old classmate of yours. He was an excellent magician, the Mirror of Darkness had made a good choice, right ? No. You didn't know him personally, but the way he used to mock you because of your quietness was embedded in you and was saying that he didn’t earn the right to go there.
Bitterness filled your mouth as the boy's hand clung to the door handle. You were sure you were going to remember the self-satisfied expression on his face for the rest of your life. That the exclamations of joy from his family and the other neighbors would haunt your nightmares. He was a good magician, that didn't take away the fact that he didn't deserve to go to Night Raven. You didn't know that person so well, but envy gnawed at your heart and prevented you from thinking of anything else but this word: why? Why couldn't the carriage have come for you?
You came down from the stoop, opened the gate and found yourself a few meters from him. Surrounded by all the other onlookers, you watched as the boy was approaching the gate. You felt your pulse rate skyrocket as he moved his hand in its direction. That's it, he was going to cross it.
But nothing happened. His hand bumped into the reflective surface. No one had time to react as a voice from beyond the grave echoed through the carriage:
"You are not the person we came for."
The silence took over the crowd and you dared to start breathing normally again. The hope that left the boy's body rose into the air and filled you. The carriage was in front of your house, the boy was the only teenager in your adjoining neighbors. Maybe, you could rightfully hope.
He went down the running board with his head low, pride had no place left on his face. No one said a word. Confused silence reigned for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he lifted his head and his fiery gaze fell on you.
"It’s you, isn’t it ? It came for you. Must be nice to be dad’s girl, I can’t relate sorry."
The fire of his gaze spread through the crowd and lit fires that you would have liked to see extinguished. You didn't know what to say. How could you explain that it wasn’t the case, that his statement was false when you were not even sure yourself ? You didn’t see your father since a year and your mother didn’t receive much news, maybe he decided on a whim to cheat your way into Night Raven. You didn’t know, you didn’t know anymore.
"What the hell you’re saying, loser ! Night Raven never had a female student before, you think he’ll get away with that easily !" yelled someone at him.
You turned over the origine of the voice and saw with surprise the person who just defended you. A girl, who looked older than you, had stepped forward and looked at the boy in disgust.
" Shut up ! You seriously think the miror made a mistake ? Her and I are the only ones in age to go to Night Raven in this place !"
"Poor child, maybe the mirror realized you were worthless and went back on its choice. I must say she'd make a much better addition than you, girl or not."
Your were getting involved and it was gonna get out of hand sooner or later. Still, no words could come out of your mouth. At least, you now remembered who the girl was : when you were a child, your mother used to hang out a lot with another mother from the neighborhood. They would take care of each other child when the other needed to do something important. The girl was the daughter of that woman.
That still doesn’t explain why she would help you, you two didn’t know each other anymore. But she went ahead and took your side. You had watched with admiration this girl who had more self-confidence than you ever had. She turned to you :
"I don’t know. But everybody will know if a girl enrolls in Night Raven, right ? So we’ll end up knowing the truth one day or another."
The crowd, made up of so many familiar faces, seemed to take the fact that the coach had come for you as truth. Hesitant hands patted you on the back and voices congratulated you, but the majority of people were perplexed. The murmurs of the discussions buzzed in your ears and made you deaf to the meaning of the sounds you were hearing. Your hands were clammy, your throat was dry, and your heart drummed again and again in your chest, threatening to pierce it at every moment. You wanted to leave, you wanted to go back in your house and never see the light of the day again.
The girl. The daughter of your mom’s friend. You could see her walking towards you, she was going to force you to go through the "door" . You were not ready. You felt the intense need to push her away when she grabbed your wrists with her hands.
"Breathe in and out, girl. Show them what you're worth. It's been a long time since we've seen your dad in this town, say hi to him for us."
Your father. You haven't spent much time with him thoses past years. He'd come back for the holidays, but he'd always leave in the end. He often told you the stories of the students of the school when he would come back. He must be waiting for you beyond the door.
"I’ll… I’ll tell him, thank you for helping me."
"You’re welcome. Don’t worry we’ll explain everything to your mother."
You climbed into the coach and went through the "door".
Then the void overwhelmed you. All that followed was a flurry of fuzzy memories. Your senses went numb and your consciousness was lost in a fog, time seemed to have stopped. You don’t recall how it felt to be in that state, only the feeling of your body melting and dripping remained.
What seemed to have lasted both a whole year and a minute ended when your father opened the door. His big hands had caressed your cheeks and his arms had embraced you when your legs collapsed. It had been so long since anyone had shown you affection that you almost let your eyes water.
He guided you to his office and let you sit in his chair like you used to do when you came to visit. From the other side of the desk, he explained that transportation problems had occurred and caused some complications. You were still in a state of extreme fatigue and his words were taking a long time to make sense, although the word complication resonated in your head. You didn’t like that, you already had enough problems.
Noticing your state, he led you to his bedroom and told you that just for this night you could sleep there, he had works to do anyway. Though, he told you that tomorrow you should join a domitory and get a proper room. His voice lost clarity as you felt asleep.
You woke up alone the next morning. The diziness had disapeared and you almost could have thought that all you had been through was just a dream if a uniform wasn’t waiting for you on a chair. The expensive cloth slipped through your hands and its blackness seemed to bled in the darkness of the room. There was no more color than this black on the uniform which meant that you’ll be spared to be the only person sporting the ceremonial robe -and also that you’ll have your dormitory sorting-.
You showered, put on your new clothes and waited for approximately fifteen minutes before your father came to pick you up. What followed will likely stay with you forever. As you walked behind your father, you listened as he told you the surprise he had when he found out that his dear daughter was going to be the first girl at Night Raven. He explained that he was leading you to the dorm leader meeting he gathered just for the occasion.
The next events are still cristal clear in your memory. Your father asking dramatically
the dorm leaders to take care of you, the introductions of everyone and, obviously, the moment you said your name in front of the Mirror of Darkness. The latter left its mark on you the most.
You had never seen the Mirror before this moment. Floating by magic, the face in its centre was looking at you without really seeing you. Behind you, the dorm leaders and the headmasters had formed a semi-circle which added undesired solemnity to the ambiance. Their gazes weighed on your back and didn’t put you at ease. You will be fine said Idia, show them what you're worth said your defender. You took your steps thinking of theses sentences.
"It is thee… reveal thy name."
There was a deathly silence in the room as you stuttered your name.
"The shape of thy soul… harmonizes with the spirit of Scarabia."
So that was now official, you were now part of Night Raven and of Scarabia. The Mirror of Darkness had consented so no one could object.
"Well, it'll make it easier to invite you to the banquets", rejoiced Kalim under the hostile gaze of your father. "If you’ve joined Scarabia it means you're very resourceful, I can't wait to see where it takes you. Anyway, we need to find you a room. Hum, our only free room is not cleaned, would you mind sleeping in my room for one n-"
"The room will be ready before tonight, interrupted your father while staring icily at your dorm leader. Now, congralutations angel ! I’m so proud of you, your new life in Night Raven can really start now. I’ll let Mr Al-Asim explains you what you need to know, you can also come and ask me directly if you’re more at ease with me. Here is your magical pen."
He gave you your pen adorned with a grey crystal tinged with purple and winked at you.
"It's not exactly by the book, but I thought it would be a nice gift to give you the first magical pen I had"
And that was how you became a student at one of the most prestigious schools of magic. You never really had a clear explanation for the fact that you were the only girl chosen by the Mirror or for the state of trance that followed your transportation. All of which led to you to start the school year a bit late, which didn't help to go unnoticed.
You think about all of that as you’re walking to class. You really depended on Kalim and the others dorms leaders back then. You often needed directions or an explanation of how the school lifestyle worked. That is usually the kind of thing you ask friends or acquaintances, the fact is that it's hard to connect with people when you're shy and trying to escape the over-attention you've been subjected to for weeks. So, when you were in desperate need of help, you called the only people you knew a minimum of. It’s taken you forever to press the "call" button but at least, when it was done, you knew what you had to do. They probably didn't mind either, because your calls were only left unanswered a few times. Idia was of course always present and more comfortable on the phone than when you first met him, Riddle had to obey the duty of being dorm leader so he always answered, Leona went straight to the point but answered, Vil was the same, Azul was generally busy and Malleus seemed strangely pleased to chat with you, as if it was entertaining him to talk about your boring old life. And how forget Kalim? He was always by your side since you joined Scarabia, so much that you almost wondered if your father hadn't ordered him to watch over you, although if he had, Jamil would have made a better choice.
As you take out your notebooks to prepare yourself for the long hour ahead, you tell yourself that you would give a lot to go back to Scarabia's lounge and have fun with the animals that were basking there. They were probably the main reason you were so happy to be in that dorm. No offense, but Kalim's banquets... let's just say you've never seen one. His invitations have remained unanswered, and it was probably for the best. And the people ? You felt good with the dorm leader and the vice dorm leader but with the other students it was different. Their eyes stuck to your skin, like the sand of the surrounding deserts, and there was nothing more unpleasant.
"Miss Crowley, if you would be so kind as to pay more attention to my lecture, it would be my pleasure. Unless I'm boring you?"
The whole class turns its attention to you and you lower my head in shame.
"No, sir. I’m sorry, I… I’ll pay more attention."
"Good."
You hate how your last name sounds between his lips. Those syllables have never brought such a feeling of unease until now. You don't even know anymore if it's you who's going crazy or if every person voluntarily insists on that name when they call you. You just want them to call you by your first name.
You were going to take your pen to write down the new dates written on the board but a feeling of discomfort runs down your back. With your head still down, only your gaze travels through the classroom until you meet the green eyes of your observer. Sebek's pale, expressionless face appears in your field of vision. There's no animosity in him, yet you can't hold his gaze. You wonder if he thinks you disgrace your father, or Malleus, by your actions.
Sebek looking away, you start to pay close attention to the class, writing down everything even if your wrist starts to get tired. Only Mr. Trein's voice pierces the silence that weighs on the students. You want this class to end soon so you can move on to the next one. If you could skip the breaks and the lunch, everything would be fine. It's not that Kalim or Jamil's company bothers you, but the fact that you can't go unnoticed anywhere is bothersome.
It's like having your wish granted when a staff member enters the classroom.
"Excuse me for disturbing you in the middle of class, but I'm here to inform you that the evacuation plan has just been initiated. The bell will ring in a few minutes and in the meantime we're informing you that the regulatory procedure must be followed."
One moment the surprise appears on Mr. Trein's face, only to be replaced the next by a frightening indifference. He opens his mouth to answer, but the man has already left.
"All right, everyone please follow me in a line to the Hall of Mirrors. I don't want to hear from any of you, so save your questions for later."
The seriousness of the situation spread among the students who remain silent. In spite of the teacher's words, the students pack up their belongings before hurrying to follow the others out of the room. With a nervous step you follow your classmates in the corridor where other classes are already on their way to the Hall of Mirrors. You look on unfamiliar faces for a trace of understanding, but all you see is a general confusion.
At the front, Sebek is turning his head around like he's looking for someone. Sliding between the students of your class, you approach him and pull on his sleeve. His gaze that waltzed between the students lays on you but, as you were going to speak, a strident ringing resonates between the walls of the corridor. Before it's even over, he makes a gesture that orders you to stay silent. We’ll know later, he seems to say.
Forced to follow the movement of the mass, you shut up and stay by Sebek's side while the sweat runs down your forehead. He continues his search and you begin to do the same, your gaze passing nervously from person to person. The dorm leaders have to be there, it's their job to manage the students in their dorm. You're almost tempted to call Kalim, but now is really not a good time.
"-We will enter the hall, from there I count on you to follow the orders of your dorm leader and enter your domitory calmly. Some of the dorm leaders are absent, so please follow the directions of the staff in that case." a voice you don’t recognize says.
Your class comes in and you starts looking for someone who can give you answers. In the middle of the room you think you recognize your father's silhouette. You walk towards him but a firm hand grabs your arm and prevents you from continuing.
"The mirror that leads to Scarabia's dormitory is not in this direction." remarks Sebek
"I...I know, I want to go see my father"
"You're picking the wrong time."
You're too intimidated to respond anything when a familiar voice comes up:
"Let her go, Sebek. I need to talk to Mr. Crowley, she can come with me. Join the others, Lilia is already taking care of the students."
As if struck by lightning, Sebek lets go of your arm and turns in a flash towards Malleus. He hesitates, turns towards you, and finally leaves under the keen gaze of Diasomnia's leader. The latter, after making sure that Sebek is joining the others, starts to make his way in the crowd with no problem. Impressed and astonished by what has just happened, you quickly follow Malleus' great strides, using his wake to make your way. In a few seconds you're standing next to your father who’s giving orders to various strangers.
"Sir, it seems like your daughter would like to tell you something" interrupts Malleus.
Your father is quick to notice the imposing stature of the man at your side, his gaze slides towards you. Before you can even say something he speaks up :
"Sorry, I don’t have time to talk with you right now, darling."
"Dad, please, why the evacutation plan has been initiated ? Surely, I...I can make myself useful !"
"You’re a student, young lady, you don’t have to know this kind of thing. Everything will be explained later. Now please, I will feel better once I know you are in security."
"I understand, but please, I have to do something! Why are we leaving the school?" you insisted
"That’s enough ! I told you to g-"
"There’s a feral beast who has gone out of control, and it is on school grounds."
Malleus’ calm voice stopped your father mid-sentence. From his altitude, he observes you with curiosity. Before you or your father can answer him, he goes on:
"The first time we met, you seemed constantly uncomfortable, you still do. However, it’s crystal clear that you want -that you always wanted- to prove yourself. I heard that you’re quite good with animals, even with the beasts. Surely, you’ll be able to help though you’re still quite young…Kingscholar ! Can you lead her to the beast ? I’m sure that with your keen sense of smell it will be no problem for you."
Nothing make sense anymore. The dorm leader of Diasomnia is helping you. On the other side of the Hall you see Leona already on his way, he’s mumbling something under his breath. Leaving before your father can hold you back, you whisper :
"Why ?"
"I told you the first time we met : I want to see your skills in action."
You ran out of the room and away from your father.
In the corridors, you follow Leona, and in complete silence. You two haven't exchanged a word, if you take away Leona's constant grumbling which can be summed up as: "Malleus doesn't have to give me orders", "why would they take a kid to the front ?", "for once I wasn't going to have class even though I came; I could have slept in peace".
On your side, you didn’t say anything because you are scared of losing heart. You want to be useful, you want to not be seen as the Headmaster’s daughter anymore. It is time to show them.
"I can smell your fear. You stink." smirks Leona.
Oh well, it’s been long since the last time you wanted to bury yourself six feet under.
"I’m sorry, I can’t really help it. I don’t know what to expect, you know, how exactly the beast will be and all."
"Why did you come in the first place if you're already trembling just imagining what's waiting for you ?"
He didn't say that in a mocking tone, but it touches on sensitive points that you want to ignore. You didn't think much when you ran to your father. You wanted to make yourself useful, help others as best as you could, you wanted your dad to trust you enough to tell you what was going on, yes ; but you didn't want to fight.
"It’s dumb...I...I want everyone to acknowledge my skills. I can’t stand to be « Crowley’s daughter » anymore !" you hissed the last part, an unknow rage burning in you.
When Malleus had trusted you by revealing that a beast was in the school grounds, your heart skipped a beat. Beasts, that was your specialty. Malleus knew it and he gave you a chance to help. You're full of gratitude and you don't want to disappoint him.
Leona doesn’t answer, you almost wonder if you've shocked him. But he suddenly turns to you:
"You think it will change anything ? You can prove you’re strong, but in the end people will find a way to compare you to your father. Your efforts will be reduced to genetics, or to a privileged education. You can try to contradict them, but people like to put others in boxes."
You are surprised by his practical tone, you can tell he is trying to warn you. Still, you don’t want to listen to this kind of speech. You want to hear that you’ll make it, that they will see you for what you are.
"They don’t know who I am, they have their idea but that’s what it is : an idea. Nothing more than an illusion. I can’t change the fact they will never know who I am really, but I can change the box. I’ll...I’ll switch boxes. I’ll be the one who’s capable, who must be respected. I will not be the resigned person anymore."
You two stopped walking. You are looking at each other, it may only be on your side, but you feel a mutual understanding in spite of your awkward words. You feel that this time he won't contradict you.
"At first I thought you were, uh, sorry for the term, dull. I realize that I was wrong." embarrassed, you blush a bit at his words.
"I guess we all put other people in boxes, it’s fine" you mumble under his intense gaze.
You quickly start to walk again, hoping he'll follow you, which he does his laughter echoing on the walls. Your cheeks are burning as he catches up with you in a few strides. It's not just his confession that makes you blush, it's also what you didn't say. Unconsciously, you didn't have a good idea of Leona yourself. You resented him for not trying harder, you saw in him what you feared to become on day. Someone who had given up who, faced with too many failures, has not been able to continue. You didn't know what he had faced, but you recognized yourself in him and you were afraid. Afraid of him, afraid to look at youself and not being able to hold up your own gaze.
But here, the morning light coming through the windows. In the religious silence of the empty corridors. In his company. You tell yourself he’s a lot more than you thought he was. You want to tell him too, but you don’t know how to express what you’re feeling, so you keep silence and let this moment sink in.
You look ahead and think you're on the right path. Maybe it's crazy to go up against a beast, but you're not alone, and you've almost forgotten that. You wonder where the others are, the impulse to get your phone out to get news is strong. In the Hall of Mirrors, you saw the Heartslabyulst students lined up perfectly which probably came from Riddle’s presence ; you saw too the Ignihyde students hurrying back to their domitory, perhaps Idia was one of them. Were the others fighting already ?
You try to pay attention to every sound -though you know Leona would notice before you do if something was approaching-. It seems the talk with the lion calmed you down because you notice that you pulse calmed down. Your hands are still clammy, though. You never noticed how gloomy the atmosphere of an empty school is. You really don't feel comfortable there, especially knowing that danger is approaching with every step.
Leona comes to a sudden halt, raising his arm to block your path. His ears are pricked up and all his senses seem to be alert. You hold your breath and wait.
"I know where they are : the schoolyard. I heard a shout, let’s go. "
It was about time. Quickly you enter the last corridor that will lead you to the beast and the others. Your heart beats in your ears and you see red. Leona heard a scream, is anyone hurt? In several strides you'll know. Anger and fear turn your stomach as you almost start to run. Coming in like a cannonball isn't going to help anyone, especially if they have the upper hand on the beast.
Daylight dazzles you, but hearing don’t deveive: they're there.
You notice the beast first. It stands on its hind legs, its angular body in plain sight. Sharp, black claws plough the ground, while its tail flaps in the air like a furious cat. Saliva drips from its mouth and, like acid, kills the vegetation on which it falls. It's not a normal beast, something's wrong.
In front of the creature, their magic pencils as their only weapons, Vil and Azul are in a defensive position. Behind the beast, a shadow sneaks in discreetly, you suspect that it’s Kalim who‘s trying to take the creature by surprise. At this distance, it's hard to tell if one of them is injured or not.
By observing more closely, you notice other people hidden in the scenery. A multitude even. From the treetops, in the upper floors. Some of Night Raven staff members who had been waiting for several minutes for the beast to be brought into the yard by the dorm leaders. At that moment you understand that as soon as they will retreat, the beast will be executed by the flood of magic that will come rushing towards it.
You take one step forward, the first one that would have been followed by several others faster and faster in order to create a barrier between the beast and the prefects, in hopes of stopping the fight. But Leona's grip on your shoulder is holding you back.
"They’re fine, the situation is in control, they’re tired but not badly hurt I think."
That’s good, but that’s not the issue. They’re going to kill a beast in the middle of the school, in front of you. You don't want to see this. All your life you've loved the creatures of the world you were born into. You've tried to understand their behavior so you could tame them better. A beast would never have come to Night Raven on its own, it would have stayed on its territory unless one of its children was abducted or if it was totally disoriented. Besides, how did it get in so easily ? Does that mean it beat the guards ? Given the field of magic you feel running through the area, it's likely.
"There’s something wrong with the beast. I need to get closer so I could understand the situation and help it."
"And you're going to interrupt when the mission's about to be successful?" he stops a moment and observes you reaction, you make a point of keeping a determined expression. "Eh, suit yourself."
His hand lets go of your shoulder and you’re free to move forwards. You don’t waste time and rush to Vil and Azul. A voice orders you to turn back to safety but you ignore it. If they try to restrain you, there's a good chance they'll end up hurting you. So you have a chance to reach your goal.
The closer you get, the more magic flows through your body in an electrifying feeling. You’re now able to see that the silhouette behind the beast was indeed Kalim’s. You catch his eyes and, as you keep running, you see his expression crumbles and turns into one of pure distress. Vil and Azul too, just noticed your presence, but it’s too late for them to stop you. You’ll think about your excuses later.
"What are doing here ! I thought you were with the others, go back before it hurts you !" Azul exclaims
"Don’t attack, I can calm it, I swear !"
"Are you out of your mind ? This beast isn’t in its normal state, it almost hurt us badly ! You’re only a first grade, go away !" yells Vil at you.
They won’t listen, in a way you think they are right, you’re not strong enough to face the beast. However, if you play your cards right, no one will be hurt. If you don’t, well, this is a risk you're willing to take in order to help this creature. Your mother would probably tell you that you’re still putting your well-being in danger so as to help inferior beings, that it’s all good to be altruistic but that you have to be selfish to be happy in life. She may be right. But those animals are your life, as dramatic as that sounds. They are your second family, the one that gave you a reason to keep studying and you will not abandon them.
Despite your arrival, the boys manage to keep the beast's attention on them. You feel the weight of Kalim's gaze on you, you’re sure that he doesn't approve of what you’re doing but that he will have your back. The beast is now at only a few steps from you, you need to calm down and apply what you've learned.
You focus on your breathing and try to forget about the black claws that could shred at any moment. For a while, you bring up memories of happy moments: the summer picnics with your parents, when you finally managed to chat with a doe, when you spent an evening chatting with Idia on the phone and you both felt that feeling of mutual understanding, when Kalim showed you pictures of the animals from his home country, when Riddle helped you solve a problem and you were shoulder-to-shoulder, when Azul let you order whatever you wanted at the Mostro Loungue after you beat him at an animal language test, when Vil combed your hair one morning when you didn't have the courage to get ready, when Leona understood you and when Malleus gave you a chance.
You lift up your hand and let the magic flows in you.
"Outpouring of empathy" you mumur.
Your unique magic allows you to transmit what you feel to the being of your choice. It took you a long time to realize this ability because it was hard to discern. At first you thought it was just a normal reaction, a basic form of empathy present in every living being. Then, one euphoric day when you went shopping, the salesman let you leave without paying. The miser who, because he felt "good", hadn't asked you for a single coin; there was no room for doubt anymore.
Your power also manifests itself by making others feel emotions without you experiencing them. But this side is unstable and, in the present situation, could be very dangerous for you and your friends, so that’s a better idea to stay in your comfort zone.
You see that the beast is beginning to sense you intrusion. It starts to get more and more agitated and its drool starts to foam. The boys keep distracting her but if you don't get the upper hand soon it will turn against you. You don't know exactly what a connection between you and another being can do to you. You've always felt it was a one-way conversation. Maybe it was a mistake, you think as you feel a turmoil running through you. There's definitely something wrong, you've never sensed such negative energy in a creature before.
Trying to infuse calm into the spirit of the beast, you feel a force to push back and try to break the link. You hold on, trying to keep the connection with the beast's nervous system despite the unknow nuisance giving you no respite. Unfortunately, every second becomes more and more painful, the cries of the beast pierce your ears and the streams of magic from Vil, Azul and Kalim drain your energy. Continuing ardently to strengthen the bond, you feel your emotions being overwhelmed by rage.
Your train of thought is being parasitized by the magic that made the creature its host. Your field of vision becomes blurry, a constant whistling resonates in your skull and your legs can no longer support your weight. As you feel your power take the upper hand, you understand that in a few seconds you will lose consciousness.
It's with one last attack from Vil that you win and then collapse, someone’s arms catching you before you hit the ground.
"Why did you let her go ! She could have died, she’s a first grade, a first grade !"
"That’s what she wanted, Vil, and I don’t think you really helped her either. "
"Luckily, Kalim was there to catch her." You hear a muddled and preoccupied voice say. "I didn’t think that she was the disobedient kind, I'll get her to review the rules, maybe that'll keep her out of trouble."
"I-I had a bad feeling about this, w-when I learned there was a beast involved I went to look for h-her amongst Scarabia students but she wasn’t with them. I should have know…"
"It’s fine, Idia. I’m her dorm leader, I’m the one who responsible."
"You’re...you’re not, Ka..lim." you succeed to say.
You lift your eyelids with difficulty, and in the silence that has covered the arguments of Vil and Leona, and the laments of some, your eyes get used to the light of day. You notice a warmth coming from something on your forehead and understand that it’s Malleus’ hand as you see his concerned green eyes looking at you.
"Welcome back" he whispers "You gave the fright of a lifetime for some, it’s rare to see Vil loses his temper. Your father and the staff have gone to get your medical supplies, I don't know if they overestimated your exhaustion, do you feel able to get up?"
"I think...I’ll need one of you to carry me, hehe." Malleus giggles at your answer.
"I don't think Kalim caught her very well, she must have hit her head." laughs Leona.
"I’ll carry her if no one wants to !"
While Kalim is starting a friendly war, Azul comes at your side and helps you to sit down. Your body isn't in pain, but the exhaustion is getting you all bogged down. You've never used your magic so much before, let alone your only magic, and the repercussion is brutal.
Then it comes back to you: what happened to the beast?
"If that’s about the beast that you’re thinking, well, she’s fine. She collapsed a bit after you, her appareance changed drastically. Don’t worry, she will be taken care of" explains Azul.
"And she left this behind" continues Malleus, showing you a bright cristal tinged with black.
He puts it in your hands and you watch it, puzzled. That doesn't look good, you must show it to your father. And talk about your experience with the beast too, if he let you explain yourself in the first place.
Looking up, you wonder what might have happened to you if you had been only slightly less powerful. Suddenly, the light that dazzles you and burns your skin becomes like a treasure as you tell yourself that things could have ended badly for your life. But the boys were there, weren't they? Leona and Kalim were watching you, so they would have helped you before things got dramatic. The seriousness of the situation is hard to see in the way the boys talk to each other and makes you think you’ve just lived an intensive use of magic as it can happen. But Azul's hand on your back, Malleus's piercing gaze and the point of disarray in Kalim's eyes cast doubt on you.
You are not reckless, at least you’ve never seen yourself that way. You wonder if you weren't like that by choice, or if it's just a part of you that you were repressing. You don't think you're repressed, you are struggling with confidence and self-esteem, yes, but you're not repressed.
Your father must be shocked too, though, as he comes running at you, you can’t see his eyes because of his mask. The boys, silenced -for once- by the headmaster’s presence, are surrounding you and it only reinforces the image of weakness you're sending back to your father. Your eyes find the ground, you're used to avoiding conflict and that's not going to change anytime soon.
He lowers himself in front of you and at that point it would be very childish to ignore him :
"I’m sorry."
What else could you say ? Your don’t want to make things worse for yourself and, to be honest, your exhaustion doesn’t help to find the right words either.
You father doesn’t answer. His hand cups your cheek and you remember he always did this when you were younger. It was a gesture of parenthood that comforted you when you were troubled. It's strange to receive emotional gestures after all this time without any physical contact. You’d almost forget the dorm leaders around you who watching you two. In a surge of prudishness, you gently push your father’s hand away.
"I’m glad you’re fine."
Before you can react, his arms embrace you and hold you close to him. His sobs wetting your uniform jacket.
"Dad ! Not in front of everyone !"
"I-I was so scareeeeed ! I’m not letting you go, young lady ! Never !"
The fact that a person like your father was able to conceive a being as calm as you is still a mystery. No reservations are allowed for your father despite the entourage that has just increased with the arrival of the members of the infirmary. And while laughter makes you bury your head in your father's chest, you tell yourself that things could have been worse.
"Sir, we found this next to the beast after she collapsed."
Malleus' voice interrupts your little family reunion. Your father pulls back and you see the crystal, which you had dropped under the shock of your father’s grip, in Malleus' hand. Your father watches him with an inscrutable expression. As Malleus gives the crystal to him, he says :
"I’ll need you to explain me what happened with the beast, Malleus…I’ll inspect this later. Now, darling, we’re going to lead you to the infirmary. Sssh, you need to be taken care of. Shroud and Schoenheit, help her to get up, please. No time to lose, she may be hurt more severely than we think !"
Too focused on Idia's hands, which help you with an endearing clumsiness, and Vil's hands, which seem to be soaked with voluptuousness, you don't notice your father's satisfied smile.
At first I wanted Kalim to scream YEEEEES at reader-chan being sorted in Scarabia
When I did the first part the "you'll be fine" sentence was originally said by someone else but I thought that Idia had almost no line at all so I was like "yeah don't care he'll find out the courage to say it",that's why it's a bit out of character (since he needs more time to open up it was that or nothing lol)
Yes, your father cockblocked you (does anyone wants an alternative universe where you get to sleep with Kalim in a totally platonic situation? lmao)
The focus on Kalim is (a little bit) here since a very similar request wanted him to be more put in the front than the others, but it is also because I thought while reading the first part (man, I hate to read what I write once I published it, it's awful) that he was the more "noticed" by the "reader" because he restrained himself to talk to let her introduce herself
For once, I wanted to write in present tense but I still prefer to write in past tense lol, the pacing of this story is bad but at least I tried. My writing will hopefully get better with time.
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