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Please stop calling me Prince Charming Ch.3

(Twisted Wonderland RSA story)

<--Ch2/ Ch.4 Next ->

So, according to Tumblr and the votes here on AO3, it seems Pearla will be our main familiar! Don't worry, we will see the other creatures here and there!

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"Thank you very much, Pearla. I know we're gonna be best friends," Y/n smiles as she picks up the water puppy.

"I promise to be the bestest friend ever!" Pearla agreed, her tail wagging wildly.

The other critters smiled happily for Pearla as they all said their congratulations.

"Hey, if you need any extra help. Feel free to just summon us when you need us," Tavia smiled as she handed Y/n a stone.

It had a ruby embedded in its center, with a beautiful pattern surrounding it. Y/n thanked the owl creature; she gently put the rock in her pocket. The next place Mr. Adélain led her to was her new housing during her time here at school. Following a beautifully paved road, leading a bit away from the castle of the school, there sat a great oak tree. It must have been around for ages; Y/n had never seen an Oak so large and wide. As they got closer, she could see windows and balconies sticking out from the large trunk of the ancient tree. Lights and the sounds of bells emanated from inside the tree.

(found on Google)

"Wow," Y/n awed. "So this dorm is the extra?" 

"Yes, it would have become an official one. But the school only wanted 7 dorms for the Radiant Seven." Mr. Adélain started. " Back when the school was being made, it was originally going to be the Radiant Eight." 

"Who are the Radiant Seven?" Y/n asked.

"Oh, OH! I know, I know!" Pearla shouted in excitement.

"Mind giving us a small lesson, Pearla?" Mr. Adélain asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Pearla barked happily. "Okay. So the Radiant Seven. First is Charblanche (Snow White), the oldest and most traditional dormitory at Royal Sword Academy. Students in this dorm emulate a spirit of absolute kindness and selflessness. The dorm honors the legendary princess who extended a pure, unwavering helping hand to everyone—including animals while enduring severe hardships.

Marinafinne (Ariel). The dorm values passion, devotion, and unity. It is built upon the legend of a princess who fiercely followed her heart, crossed structural boundaries to unite the land and sea, and overcame deep-seated historical fears through sheer dedication.

Dunasmina, the dorm, focuses on intelligence, wisdom, and unyielding resolve. It honors a figure famous for refusing to be bound by outdated customs, exercising her own independent will, and using her brilliant mind to outsmart villains who threatened to hijack her kingdom.

Rosauroria champions the spirit of hope and adaptability. The dorm instills the virtue of remaining graceful under a curse, maintaining absolute hope instead of falling into despair, and preserving inner peace until a dream is finally realized.

Psycheros, the newest dormitory established at Royal Sword Academy. It values sacrifice and inner emotional strength. It centers around the tale of a solitary figure who closed her heart off due to a past betrayal, but eventually discovered the strength to depend on others, selflessly trading her own safety to protect a hero.

Skyvaloir, the dorm champions open-mindedness, adaptability, and pure intellectual curiosity. It honors the legendary figure who boldly embraced a completely nonsensical world without fear, using her sharp logic, polite manners, and observational skills to navigate chaos and triumph over tyrannical rules.

And finally, Privaloir, It embodies duty, loyalty, and fierce protective instincts. The house centers on the legend of a warrior queen who held her broken homeland together under dark leadership, ventured out into the unknown to find her true king, and fought on the front lines to restore absolute balance and justice to her pride," Pearla ranted. After catching her breath, she looked up at the two humans with a wide smile.

"Wonderful job, Pearla. You have been listening to Tavia's lessons, I see." Mr. Adélain complimented her as he patted her on the back.

"Umm, a lot of information. So what dorm is this?" Y/n asked.

"This is the unofficial Highlandor dorm. The dorm champions bravery, fate-carving independence, and familial honor. It centers on the legend of a princess who refused to let outdated traditions dictate her life. I think it was too similar to Dunasmina, so it never became a fully recognized dorm," Mr. Adélain sighed,

"They don't sound the same. Dunasmina sounds like using your smarts to get what you want, while Highlandor sounds like passion and determination are what get you what you want," Y/n said slowly.

"Hahaha, that's what I said. But the board didn't see it that way," Mr. Adélain said as he reached the door. "So this is an old dorm, but you are not the only resident here. The local fairies have made themselves welcome here. So be careful which room you open."

"Are fairies mean?" Y/n asked nervesly.

"Most of the time, no, but they can be easily offended. So it's best to respect their spaces. But at least they avoid the bathrooms, kitchen, and a few dorm rooms. So you can pick any of those rooms." Mr. Adélain says as he opens the door.

The great hall felt less like a building and more like a living thing, its massive timber beams rising overhead like the ancient limbs of an old forest. Each arch curved gracefully toward the vaulted ceiling, its weathered wood worn smooth by the passing of countless years. Warm amber light spilled from iron chandeliers and flickering wall sconces, painting the stone walls in a gentle, golden glow that chased every shadow into quiet corners.

At the heart of the room, a grand staircase swept upward in a graceful curve, its polished banister inviting wandering hands as it climbed toward a second-story gallery. Above it, an enormous circular window poured soft daylight into the hall, its intricate panes casting delicate patterns across the wooden floor like fragments of forgotten starlight.

"Ah ha! Found one; this will be your room," Mr. Adélain smiled as he presented the room.

 Sunlight filtered through a canopy of emerald leaves, spilling across polished wooden floors in shifting patterns as the breeze stirred the branches beyond. Just outside, a narrow river drifted lazily through the wilderness, its gentle murmur becoming the room's heartbeat.

A low wooden bed sat beside the opening, dressed in thick blankets and an inviting collection of earth-toned cushions that seemed molded by years of peaceful mornings and lazy afternoons. An old book rested upon the covers, abandoned only moments before.

To one side, towering bookshelves climbed toward the ceiling, their weathered planks packed with worn novels, journals, and forgotten maps. Between the shelves, lush ferns and cascading vines spilled over the edges, blurring the line between home and forest. It was impossible to tell where nature ended and the cottage began; the two had grown together, each claiming the other without resistance.

Soft lanterns glowed from every corner, their golden light mingling with delicate strands of tiny hanging lights woven through the exposed wooden beams overhead. The air carried the scent of cedar, old paper, rain-soaked earth, and wildflowers drifting in from the riverbank. Every sound—the rustle of leaves, the distant song of birds, the slow current slipping over smooth stones—blended into a quiet melody that no fireplace or city ever could.

"Wow! This is straight out of Pinterest. Y/n laughs a tad as Pearla leaps onto the bed.

"This room is filled with tempting gems. So in the winter, this room will be cozy and warm. And does the opposite in the summer. There should be some school uniforms in the closet," Mr. Adélain explained, as the young lady explored every inch of the room.

” It’s so beautiful, and I get an awesome view of the school in the distance,” Y/n awed as she stared out the large window. Pearla happily hopped onto the bed and quickly got comfy.

"I'll leave you be and let you explore this dorm. But make sure to put on your school uniform by around 6 pm. There is an important rite of passage tradition the school likes to do for the first years," Mr. Adélain said, closing the door behind him.

Y/n nods as the door clicks. She slowly took in the room when her eyes landed on a portrait. A young woman sits astride a powerful black horse, her posture steady and effortless, as though horse and rider share the same instinct. Her back is straight, her shoulders squared, and every muscle is held in perfect balance. One hand grips the bow with practiced confidence while the other draws the string taut to her cheek, the arrow aimed beyond the edge of the canvas toward an unseen quarry.

Her hair is impossible to ignore. A wild torrent of fiery red curls spills down her back and over her shoulders, catching every glimmer of light like strands of burnished copper. Untamed by braid or ribbon, it billows around her in windswept waves, giving the impression that even the wind refuses to command it. Her face bears the softness of youth, yet there is nothing uncertain in her expression. A dusting of freckles stretches across her fair cheeks and nose, standing out against skin kissed lightly by the Highland sun. Her blue eyes are sharp and unwavering, fixed on something beyond the frame with the intense concentration of a hunter who has already measured the distance, the wind, and the perfect moment to strike. Her lips are pressed into a determined line, betraying neither fear nor hesitation. Beneath her, the great horse stands poised but restless, ears pricked forward and muscles gathered beneath its dark coat. It senses its rider's focus, waiting only for the slightest cue before springing into motion.

Below the painting was a small plaque with writing on it. At first, Y/n was surprised that she could understand this strange writing. Yet, she quickly refocused to read the writing.

"Stand tall, even when the road stands against you," it read.

"That's so cool. This would have been an awesome dorm," Y/n awed, when suddenly there was..

Jingle. She blinked. Jingle, jingle.

"...Huh?" She slowly turned—

A tiny winged person was hovering less than an inch from her nose. "GOOD AFTERNOON!"

"AAAH!"

SMACK! The fairy pinwheeled through the air.

"WAAAH—!"

It bounced off the painting's frame with a tiny bonk, spiraled twice, and crash-landed into a decorative potted fern. Leaves exploded everywhere. Y/n stood frozen.

"..."

"..."

A small hand emerged from the fern.

"...Ow."

"Oh my gosh!" She rushed over and carefully parted the leaves. "I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to hit you!"

The fairy dusted a leaf off their head with as much dignity as someone three inches tall could manage.

"I was greeting you!" the tiny fairy shouted

"You jump-scared me!" Y/n argued.

"I announced my arrival with bells!" The tiny fairy shouted.

"I thought there was a haunted wind chime!" Y/n countered

The fairy huffed, crossing their tiny arms. Y/n offered her finger. The fairy eyed it suspiciously before climbing aboard with an exaggerated sigh.

"I suppose first-time visitors aren't accustomed to fairies." The fairy huffed. "My name is Glinda."

"Nice to meet you. You must be one of the fairies that live in this dorm. I'm Y/n," Y/n smiles.

"A pleasure. I couldn't help but notice you admiring the portrait of one of the radiant heroines." The fairy straightened their tiny vest.

"One of the radiant? I thought she was unofficial?" Y/n questioned.

"Unofficial to the school. There are quite a few historical figures who are titled radiant. Now then! As Royal Sword Academy's historical docent, I am delighted to educate our guests!" Glinda said.

Without waiting for permission, they zipped into the air and hovered beside the portrait. They gave a dramatic flourish toward the painting.

"Princess Merida of DunBroch." The fairy smiled proudly. "A princess who refused to let others choose her fate. While many rulers earned their crowns through inheritance. Merida earned the respect of her kingdom by proving she could stand alongside any warrior."

Y/n looked back at the portrait. "So she was an archer?"

"The finest of her age." Glinda nods. " Legend says she could split an arrow already lodged in its target. Though, personally, I believe that's underselling her."

"So how many raidents are there?" Y/n asked.

Glinda seemed to start vibrating with energy at the utterance of that sentence. Y/n grimaced as Glinda started to blur in excitement.

(5 Hours Later)

"And the most recent addition to the Raidiants is Princess Sofia the First. Well, recent by 200 years, but she is still a worthy figure to look up to," Glinda smiled as she finished her presentation.

Y/n and Pearla were on the verge of falling asleep when there was a knock at the door of the dorm. Y/n was quick to get up, anything to escape this fairy. Sliding down the stair railing and jumped to the door. Mr. Adélain was a tad shocked at how fast she came down.

"Oh, are you eager to attend the trial of wishes?" Mr. Adélain asked.

"Trial of wishes?" Y/n asked.

"Wait, you forgot your uniform!!" Pearla shouted as she ran down the stairs with the uniform in her mouth.

"Should I be worried?" Y/n asked as she slipped on the school coat.

"Quite the opposite. It is one of Royal Sword Academy's most cherished traditions." He chuckled. "The Trial has been held for centuries. Every first-year participates before their lessons truly begin. The students gather around the Well of Wishes. There, each is given a blank card and asked to write a single wish."

"A wish?" Y/n asked as they closed the dorm door behind her. Following the teacher.

"What do they wish for?" Pearla asked excitedly.

"What kind of person do they hope to become?" Mr. Adélain answered. "That wish is sealed inside a crystal vial and carried throughout the trial."

Y/n tilted her head. "So... no one else gets to read it?"

"No one. Some students never open it again until the day they graduate." He let that thought linger before continuing.

"Wait, wouldn't they know what their own wish is?" Pearla asked as she followed.

"No, you see, you will be given a magic vial. As you wish and thing a note or letter appears inside. On it is your wish, but most of the time. It's not what you initially wish; on it is a wish they didn't even know they had, or wanted." Mr. Adélain said. "And they are not allowed to open it till graduation."

"Wow, that's a little freaky," Y/n chuckled.

"The students are then divided into small groups and sent into the Whispering Woods. They walk a marked trail, stopping at old shrines and landmarks along the way. There are no examinations. The journey is meant to encourage reflection... and friendship."

"And at the end?" Y/n asked.

"They'll find a clearing where the Wish Blooms grow. The tradition is to choose a single flower." Mr. Adélain paused.

"Then what?" Y/n pressed.

"Well, it wouldn't be fun if I spoiled the whole thing," Mr. Adélain said, smiling playfully. 

"What! No! Spoil it for me!" Y/n whined as Mr. Adélain led them to a gathering area.

The gathering place rested beneath a canopy of ancient trees, where cascading curtains of violet blossoms swayed gently in the evening breeze. Hundreds of enchanted lanterns floated among the flowers, their warm golden light transforming the forest into a sea of stars. Petals blanketed the ground, while towering trunks stood like silent guardians, watching over every generation that had gathered here.

This was where every first-year student came before the Ceremony of Beginnings. Excited whispers mixed with nervous laughter as strangers met future friends, waiting together beneath the glowing canopy. As the appointed hour drew near, the lanterns slowly brightened, conversations faded, and every eye turned toward the forest path ahead.

Mr. Adélain ushered her to join the rest of the first years. The first rays of moonlight spilled across the marble courtyard, turning the forest's dark shadows full of twinkling gold lights. White-robed first-years gathered in a wide circle around its glowing waters, their voices little more than excited whispers that drifted through the cool night air. One by one, the faculty took their places. When the bells of the academy chimed, the murmurs faded.

Headmaster Ambrose stepped forward. His white and gold robes shimmered softly beneath the morning sun as he surveyed the sea of young faces before him.

"My dear students. Welcome to the Trial of Wishes." He smiled warmly. "For centuries, every student who has called Royal Sword Academy home has stood where you stand now. They have come from every corner of the Queendom. Princes and nobles. Scholars and merchants. Farmers and craftsmen. They arrived as strangers. And left as men worthy of the dreams they carried."

"Many believe this academy exists to teach magic." Ambrose continued. "I have never believed that. Magic is simply a tool. What matters is the heart of the one who wields it."

With a small gesture of his hand, several faculty members stepped forward, carrying polished wooden boxes. Inside rested dozens of delicate crystal vials, each suspended from a silver chain. The Moon's light danced through the glass like tiny stars.

"Within these vials..." Mr. Adélain started. "You will place a single wish. Not to your classmates. Not to your teachers. But to yourselves."

The vial caught the moonlight, scattering rainbows across the white stone.

"As you go through the trial and through the forest, the vial will capture your wish. Just remember: a desire asks the world to change for your sake. A wish asks you to change for your sake. No one will read it, not even you, till you graduate," Mr. Adélain smiles warmly.

Faculty members began walking among the students, placing a crystal vial into each waiting hand. When one reached Y/n, she carefully accepted it. It was lighter than she expected. She held it up, watching the tiny prism of moonlight dance within the crystal. Ambrose waited until every student held a vial before speaking once more.

"The Whispering Woods await. Walk with open eyes and open hearts. And above all..." His voice softened. "Remember that even the greatest fairy tales begin with a single step," Ambrose said proudly.

Soon the staff was gathering the first years at the entrance to the Whispering Woods. Mr. Adélain was helping students form teams of 3 to 4, and letting them onto the path at timed intervals. As more students gathered closer, it became more real to Y/n... That she really is the only girl here, and she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. On one hand, she felt kind of special being in a place where, under normal circumstances, she would not be allowed. Though, on the other hand, it's all boys. She couldn't help but feel out of place and a bit uncomfortable.

"Next group, Theo Voss, Claude Bellamy, and Y/n. Please step forward," Professor Junbar called.

Y/n noticed a tall student stand out in the crowd, dressed in the crisp white and navy uniform of Royal Sword Academy. He was pushing past the crowd. His name tag read Theo Voss. He was lean, with the sort of build that suggests he spends considerably more time in libraries and laboratories than on a training field. His hair is dark, nearly black, with a cool blue sheen where the light catches it. It's thick and slightly messy, falling around his forehead and ears in loose, uneven layers. A few strands habitually fall into his pale blue-gray eyes, and he doesn't seem particularly bothered by them. He didn't look excited or unhappy to be here. He doesn't look cold, exactly... Maybe a cause of resting B&%@ face.

Y/n looked around for this student to join this group when she saw him. A boy carrying entirely too many things. A leather satchel hung against his hip, stuffed so full of rolled-up papers and little brass tools that she was honestly surprised the thing hadn't split open. A sketchbook was tucked beneath one arm; three pencils were caught between the fingers of one hand.

The second thing she noticed was his hair. It was a warm, reddish-brown, thick and slightly unruly, curling around his ears and falling messily over his forehead.

He seemed to notice Y/n's staring and gave a bright smile and a wave. Y/n waved back and saw him make a beeline right for her. By the time he got to this put-together group, he was a tad out of breath.

"HI! Claude Bellamy, nice to meet you, Y/n," Claude greeted as he held out a hand.

"Same here," Y/n smiled and shook his hand.

He wasn't especially tall, and there was something soft about his build rather than imposing. His RSA uniform was slightly oversized, which was a bit silly.

"Oh, and you must be Theo Voss. Glad to be on your team," Claude held out a hand.

Theo turned and looked down at the hand, and suddenly turned to give a firm handshake.

"Greetings, Theo Voss," Theo said simply.

Quickly, he turned back to studying the vial. Y/n and Claude side-eyed each other, not sure how to react to Theo's disinterest. Professor Junbar handed the group a simple map of the trail. There were 3 stops before the center of the forest, and with a gentle nudge, the three students were off into the forest. 

The trees stood impossibly tall, their branches tangled together overhead. What little sunlight managed to slip through them faded into thin strips of silver across the forest floor. A wooden sign stood beside the trail.

THE DARKENED PATH Trial of Courage

Y/n stared at it...."That's reassuring."

Claude laughed nervesly at the sound of a courage trial. When Theo spoke up.

"From what I understand. After asking seniors, nothing in this trial of wish journey will hurt us. So there is no need to be fearful," Theo said simply.

"That's good, cause I cannot handle scary movies or places," Claude sighed in relief. "How about you, Y/n? Fancy scary movies or settings?"

"Sometimes, but I have to be in the mood for it," Y/n shrugged.

"I don't like scary sounds. Like thunder or those explosions in the sky," Pearla spoke up.

As the 3 chatted, they stepped beneath the trees. The change was immediate. The forest seemed to swallow them. Branches twisted overhead like crooked fingers, blocking out the sun entirely. Roots curled across the path, forcing them to step carefully between them.

Then— Snap. Everyone froze. They slowly turned. Nothing.

"...Okay." Pearla sighed.

Everyone continued. Snap. This time, the sound came from somewhere behind them. Y/n looked over her shoulder. Yet still nothing; her heart began beating faster. When she heard it, a whisper.

"͘H̴̵̡̛͈̦̮͓̟̼̙̆̏͑ͩͫͩ͛̑͘͘͟͡͡e̸̟̳̖͇̘͂̋ͤͥ͝_̴̵̜͙̮̜͋̓ͭ͆͑͜͠ļ̶̸̶̡̡͚̭͔̪̖̲͍̼̰̰̟͙̮̤͙͕͒͗ͣ̀͑ͬ̌ͧ̉ͤ̎̆̆͗̋ͩͣ̇͒̔͠ͅͅp̜ͩ̾̉.͕̲ͩͭͫ̑̏͢..̴́"̡̻̘̟͍͚̼̦ͫ̈́̄ͥ͗͘

Everyone froze again and stopped. Y/n was getting nervous; Theo kept his cool, but Claude and Pearla were vibrating in fear.

"...Hello?" Claude called out, but was met with Silence.

He took another step.

"Please..." It sounded like a child.

Something moved between the trees, A pale shape. Pearla started to bark and growl, hoping to scare off whatever it was. Then there was another, and another! Eyes staring, glowing in the dark, distorted faces in the trees. They swayed and clawed at the students. Pearla barked louder in fear as Theo trembled and bumped into Y/ns, while she was overwhelmed as more and more eyes appeared, like a boar, on her. The trees and figures seemed to close in on them. As Claude stared into the shadows, he noticed a shimmer. Darkness and magic were emanating from it.  Claude shakily raised his pen slowly, and a blinding light pushed back the darkness.

Y/n, Theo, and Pearla slowly opened their eyes to see... It was simply a forest; it was all in their heads. Everyone was able to let out a sigh of relief.

"What? Where did all the monsters go?" Pearla asked in pure confusion.

"It was all in our heads. I noticed a few charms around this area before we entered. It made this section of the forest seem darker and scarier than it actually is," Claude explained. "It's a reference to one of the Radiant Seven's stories. The story says that when the evil queen was persecuting the innocent princess Snow white. She had to brave the dark forest to escape her. Neat little reference."

"How did you know that? Are charms that distinct?" Y/n asked.

"Well, a charm such as this one has to be pretty powerful. So not something easy to hide and cover up. So perhaps Claude could tell," Theo said thoughtfully as he slowly steeled himself. "Great work, Claude."

"Thanks," Claude smiled.

"Of course, let's continue. Theo nodded and kept it moving. 

Y/n, Claude, and Pearla blinked in surprise at Theo's tunnel vision. The three chuckled and quickly jogged to keep pace with Theo. As they followed, Claude's vial shimmered as a scrolled-up note appeared inside.

They continued to follow the flower road through the forest as Theo studied the map. Warning his team that they should be reaching the next trail,

TRIAL II — THE SHATTERED CROWN: Trial of Will.

The group walked further into the forest, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Till Theo saw an arch straight ahead. The moment Y/n stepped through the archway, the forest vanished.

She stumbled forward. “Whoa—!”

Theo caught himself beside her, immediately straightening his coat. Claude, meanwhile, nearly walked straight into a marble pillar.

“OW.” He groaned

Y/n blinked. The three of them stood in the middle of an enormous palace.

White marble floors stretched beneath their feet. Golden pillars reached toward a ceiling so high it disappeared into darkness. Sunlight poured through enormous stained-glass windows, painting the floor in brilliant colors.

Claude's eyes widened. “...Wow.”

Theo looked around. “Don't touch anything.”

Claude's hand froze halfway toward a golden statue. “I wasn't going to.”

“You were,” Theo said simply as he continued forward.

“I was looking,” Claude shouted back.

Y/n sighed. " Where are we now?"

Pearla followed Y/n closely as the sounds of shoes echoed through the marbled halls. A deep chime echoed through the palace. All three looked toward the enormous doors ahead.

“Welcome, travelers.” A voice filled the hall.

“Hello!” Claude smiled.

Theo immediately looked at him.

“Why did you answer?” Theo sighed.

“It's rude not to.” Claude hushed.

“We don't know what that is,” Theo said. 

“That's exactly why we should talk to it,” Claude argued

Y/n looked between them. “I'm siding with Theo on this one,” Pearla said, nodding in agreement.

Claude frowned. The voice laughed softly.

“You may proceed.”

A long hallway appeared beyond the doors.

Three paths split from it. A red door. A blue door. A white door. Above each was a golden inscription.

KNOWLEDGE.

LOYALTY.

FREEDOM.

Theo studied them.

“There's probably a correct answer," Theo thought aloud.

Claude walked toward the doors. “Or all three.”

“Why?” Y/n followed him.

“Because trials are supposed to test us.” Claude pointed toward the word FREEDOM. Maybe we're supposed to choose what matters most to us.”

“Too obvious.” Theo shook his head.

"But there is no other way forward. I call dibs on freedom," Y/n looked at the three doors.

"Okay, then I guess I'll go through loyalty." Claude raised his hand.

"It's a good thing I would have chosen knowledge anyway," Theo sighed. 

The three students pushed their respective doors and went inside. Y/n and Pearla walked down what felt like an endless hallway of marble and gold. When a throne room came into view. At the center stood a throne. And floating above it was a crown.

As Y/n and Pearla stepped into the room,  the crown slowly descended. A voice filled the room.

“You have been given an opportunity.” The voice said as Y/n looked at the crown. “To become something greater than yourself.”

“No thanks.” Y/n shook her head.

“You could become a princess,” the crown beckoned 

“Hell No.” Y/n denied

“A hero.”

“What Hero needs a crown?” Y/n scoffed.

“A leader.”

“A leader of what?” Y/n asked.

“A legend.” 

Y/n crossed her arms. Thinking for a bit, she also shook her head. The crown lowered until it hovered directly in front of her.

“You do not wish for greatness?” The crown asked.

“I didn't say that,” Y/n said simply.

“Then take the crown,” it insisted.

She stared at it. It was beautiful. There was something almost comforting about it. If she took it, maybe everything would make sense. Maybe she'd know why she was here. 

“No thanks,” Y/n denied again.

“Why?” The voice became colder.

“Because you haven't told me what it costs.” Y/n folded her arms.

Silence. Y/n looked around the room.

“You keep offering me things.”

“A kingdom.” She pointed toward the throne. Then the crown. “Power.”

Then herself. “A purpose.” Her expression hardened. “But you haven't once asked me what I want.”

“You lack courage.” The crown began to shake.

“That's not what this is about.” Y/n frowned.

“You refuse because you are weak.”

“Know you're just insulting her!” Pearla barked at the crown

Y/n stepped closer. " I'm not going to let some creepy magic palace decide who I'm supposed to be.”

Y/n grabbed the crown and started to bend it when it CRACKED. The crown shattered as the throne collapsed. The walls exploded into light, outshining the light coming from the vial that Y/n kept in her pocket, as the palace vanished. She and Pearla landed on the grassy clearing.

For several seconds, she simply stared at the ground. Then she looked behind herself. Nothing. Just the forest.

"That was a mean crown," Pearla huffed. "You are plenty brave, Y/n."

Suddenly, one by one, Theo and Claude appeared into existence. Each one a little shocked and disoriented. 

"Did you also get a really annoying crown that belittled you?" Y/n asked.

"Not a crown, but a book, telling me how unimpressive I am without it. So I ignored it and kept walking," Theo sighed, not even noticing his vial was also shimmering.

"I had to deal with a bunch of annoying paintings," Claude huffed.

"What was up with this trial?" Y/n laughed.

"It's.. certainly one way to test someone's resolve," Claude awkwardly laughed. "Let us keep moving and get far away from this place."

Claude speed-walked ahead, even pushing past Theo. Even surprising the stoic boy, Y/n could feel it. Something in that trial really bothered Claude, but she had only met him. So she didn't really know how to approach him.

"Need a hand?" Theo asked, holding out a hand to Y/n.

"Oh, thank you." Y/n grabbed his hand and pulled herself up off the ground. "Let's catch up to Claude."

The rest of the walk was a quiet one, as Y/n walked alongside Theo. Claude was keeping ahead of the group, quiet. 

The trees finally began to thin after what felt like hours of winding paths, false trails, and increasingly strange noises. The group pushed through the last curtain of branches and stopped. A wide clearing stretched before them.

Moonlight poured through an opening in the canopy, illuminating hundreds of flowers scattered across the grass. Each bloom glowed softly, its petals shimmering with colors that seemed almost too bright to be real. At the center stood an ancient stone well, half-covered in moss and surrounded by the largest flowers.

"Wow," Y/n awed as Pearla dashed through the flower patch. "So we just grab one?"

"Whichever one calls to you," Theo said as he walked through the flowers.

Y/n was about to follow after Theo, but noticed Claude staring out into the distance. He still seemed distraught from the last trial, so Y/n slowly and awkwardly approached him.

"Hey Claude, I hope you're feeling okay. Suppose I'm going off purely on the pattern of trial two. We were all insulted in some shape or form. So, to say, whatever those paintings said... They were wrong, and they can suck an egg," Y/n said quickly, nerves as all hell.

But thankfully, she was met with a soft smile. "Thank you, Y/n."

"Okay, bye," Y/n speed-walked off.

Y/n quickly speed-walked over to Pearla to calm her nerves. Pearla, on the other hand, was happily sniffing one particular flower. Y/n smiled as she plucked the flower and attached it to the puppy's collar.

"Thank you, thank you!!" Pearla spun in excitement.

"You're welcome, Pearla," Y/n said, smiling. The forest was completely silent, not the unsettling silence from before. This was peaceful.

Y/n knelt beside another flower; its petals were pale blue, almost silver at the edges. She held her crystal vial against her chest as she tried to find the bloom that "called" to her. When she noticed a slightly yellowed hue bloom by itself at the edge og the patch of flowers. Y/n reached toward the flower. The moment her fingers brushed the petals— the ground started to rumble. The light around the flowers had begun to flicker.

"That's not normal." Claude stood.

The glow dimmed. One flower after another began to close. The wind stopped as the leaves overhead became utterly still. Even the birds had gone silent.

"...Where did all the noise go?" Y/n slowly stood.

"I don't know." Theo looked toward the forest.

Y/n's crystal vial slipped slightly in her hand. Then—Drip. A single drop of black ink fell onto the grass. The earth beneath it blackened as the inky puddle slowly grew, just reaching Y/n's shoes. And from the darkness beneath it...something began to rise. Slowly, a monster made of ink, with an inkwell head. Its long arms ended with pickaxe-like hands.

"whêrê ï§ m¥ §†ðñê?!" The monster growled wettly. 

"What is that?" Y/n gasped in fear.

But Theo and Claude were also at a loss; not even they knew. The creature let out a horrible roar as it swung its heavy arms. Sending Y/n and Pearla flying and slamming into the closest trees. Pearla let out a pained whimper on impact.

Y/N! ¡PEarla!" Theo barely had time to raise his wand.

A black tendril shot forward. It wrapped around his chest and yanked him off his feet. Claude fired a spell, but another tendril caught him before he could finish the incantation. The Phantom dragged them both toward itself; Theo struggled desperately, his hands clawing at the black mass around his throat. 

"Can't—" Claude's voice came out strangled.

His face was already turning pale. Y/n slowly came to as she forced herself to sit up to see the two boys slowly being asphyxiated. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

'Think.' She looked around.

The other students were nowhere nearby. The faculty were too far away, and she had no magic.

"They're going to die if I don't do something," Y/n mumbled in fear. She quickly turned to Pearla, who slowly got to her feet. "Pearla, run and tell the teachers what's happening!"

"But-" "You're the fastest; hurry," Y/n cut her off.

Pearla whimpered, not wanting to leave Y/n behind, but she did what was asked. Y/n quickly picked up the glowing vial and hid it in her fist.

"HEY! I GOT YOUR STONE!" Y/n shouted at the monster.

The Phantom's head turned, its grip loosened as Theo and Claude dropped heavily onto the grass. Y/n backed away as the Phantom stared at her, or at the shine in her hand.

"m¥ §†ðñê!!" The monster roared.

"I didn't actually think that through." Y/n trembled.

The creature released a horrible, distorted shriek as Y/n screamed and ran.

Pearla spun around and raced down the trail. Her little paws tore through the underbrush as she followed the path they'd come from. Branches whipped past her face. She nearly slipped on the damp stones, caught herself, and kept going.

She had to warn them that she had to get help. Ahead, she heard voices.

"Pearla?"  A group of first-years stepped into the clearing.

The little creature skidded to a stop in front of them, panting frantically.

"Pearla, weren't you with the group ahead of us?" the student asked.

Pearla spun around and barked. Go back! There's a monster!!"

She ran a few steps back toward the forest before turning around and barking at them. Then she sprinted back toward the trail.

"Wait!" The students followed.

Pearla didn't slow down. She tore through the Darkened Path, past the twisted trees and shadowed trails they'd crossed earlier. Every few seconds, she looked back to make sure they were still following. Then came the sound, a distant, earth-shaking BOOM.

Pearla stopped dead as her ears flattened, and the students stared toward the distant forest.

"What was that?"

Pearla's eyes widened. She immediately turned and ran faster as the students followed.

By the time Pearla reached the faculty checkpoint, she was exhausted. Mr. Adélain noticed her first.

"Pearla?" Mr. Adélain wondered.

The little creature rushed toward him, barking and pawing frantically at his robes.

"Mr. Adélain! Mr. Adélain! HELP!" Pearla barked.

"It's alright. What happened? Where are Y/n and the others?" Mr. Adélain asked,

"A monster attacked! It was huge, with spiky hands, and made of black goop!" Pearla panicked.

Mr. Adélain gasped as he quickly recognized what that was. Mr. Adélain turned to Ambrose, who was listening in, and he too knew how much danger those students were in. He quickly turned to the other teachers and started delegating tasks. He finally turned to the crowds of students.

"Students, I had just been informed that the conditions of the forest have changed, and it is not safe to continue the Trail of Wishes. Dorm Leaders and faculty, please escort all students back to the ceremonial hall. Mr. Adélain, Professor Junbar, and I will take care of the situation," Ambrose ordered.

Worried murmurs spread through the crowd as teachers and Dorm heads gathered the first-years back into the safety of the school walls. 

"I hope it's nothing too horrible," Neige said as he sat on the steps of the wishing well.

"I wonder what's happening in the forest?" Alistair wondered aloud.

"I'm sure whatever it is, the headmaster and professors will handle it," Nalo said simply.

But Alistair wasn't content with just waiting around, so he turned his attention to the wishing well.

"Hey, well of wishes, I wish to know what is happening in the forest. What is causing all this commotion?" Alistair whispered as he slowly dripped a potion into the swirling pools below. 

"Alistair! What are you doing?!" Minajael gasped.

"I just wanna know what's going on," Alistair said simply as the water started to ripple and clear. It slowly started to show images.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to put distance between herself and the monster. Behind her came the sound of something enormous tearing through the forest. Branches snapped. Trees groaned. The ground shook beneath her feet as Y/n risked a glance over her shoulder. The Phantom was closing in fast.

She stumbled, caught herself, and kept running as a black tendril slammed into the ground beside her. Y/n shrieked and threw herself forward. The attack missed her face by inches. She didn't even bother looking back this time; she just ran until the forest opened into a wide field of tall grass. The stalks could reach above her head. Without hesitation, she dashed into the tall grass, and suddenly the thunderous stomps of the monster vanished. The Phantom had disappeared.

Swish.

Y/n froze as something moved several yards away. She slowly turned. Nothing. Her breathing became shallow as she tried to move as silently as possible.

Swish.

Closer this time. Y/n's eyes widened.

Nothing was there. Her hands began shaking; slowly, she sank lower to the ground.

Every stalk looked the same. Every movement could be the wind, or it could be the monster. Y/n covered her mouth, trying to keep herself from breathing too loudly. Her eyes filled with tears; she could tell this thing was taunting her.

Swish.

Y/n quickly turned, only to be met with the monster's face just an inch away from hers. Y/n panicked and kicked the glass face as hard as she could. The monster recoiled in pain as a large crack formed on its surface. She ran blindly and dared not look back.

She burst out of the grass onto a rocky slope. There was nowhere to hide as Y/n looked around wildly. Then she saw it. A massive boulder resting above the clearing. It was partially wedged between the roots of an ancient tree and some rocks. Y/n stared at it when suddenly the Phantom emerged from the grass behind her. It began advancing, forcing her back toward the slope. Y/n looked at the boulder, then back at the Phantom. With nothing left to lose, Y/n quickly started climbing up the steep, rocky slope. The monster not far behind.

The monster swung and just missed Y/n's legs, rattling the slope. A few rocks came loose; the boulder trembled. Y/n grabbed the nearest rock and hammered away at the rocks, keeping the boulder in place. The monster climbed closer and closer while Y/n hammered desperately at the rocks. With one last strike, the rocks tumbled away, causing the boulder to loose it's support.

The boulder came roaring down the slope as Y/n managed to duck under it, leaving the Phantom to be met with the brunt force of the boulder. The monster roared as it was crushed under the weight with a powerful THUD.

Only black ink seeped from beneath the enormous stone.Y/n stared; her whole body was shaken. She dropped onto the ground and for several seconds, she simply sat there, breathing. Looking at her trembling hands and toward the crushed Phantom. As her body slowly started to relax, her eyes started to well up with tears. Tears of relief.

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[pantserspen]

How to Fix Underwriting

1. Slow down at emotionally important moments.

Big emotions need space to land. If a scene feels rushed, pause the plot briefly to show how the moment affects the character.

2. Add reactions, not explanations.

Instead of explaining what a character feels, show it through physical responses, hesitation, or small actions that reveal emotion naturally.

3. Ground every scene in the senses.

If a scene feels thin, add one or two sensory details—sound, texture, smell, or temperature—to make the moment feel lived-in.

4. Let thoughts interrupt action.

A line of internal thought can deepen a scene without slowing it too much. Thoughts show stakes, fear, longing, or conflict beneath the action.

5. Expand consequences, not events.

You don’t need more things to happen—you need to show what matters. Focus on how events change relationships, decisions, or self-perception.

6. Strengthen setting where emotion peaks.

The environment should echo or contrast the emotion of the scene. Setting is not decoration—it’s emotional reinforcement.

7. Add specific details instead of general ones.

Underwriting often relies on vague language. Swap “they argued” for one sharp line of dialogue or a specific breaking point.

8. Let dialogue breathe.

Short dialogue exchanges without pauses can feel flat. Add beats—silence, gestures, interruptions—to give the conversation weight.

9. Show transitions between scenes.

If scenes jump too quickly, readers feel disoriented. A brief transition helps establish time, mood, and emotional continuity.

10. Clarify stakes early in the scene.

If readers don’t know what can be lost, scenes feel empty. Make sure the character wants something specific and fears losing it.

11. Use the “what are they feeling right now?” check.

After each major beat, ask what emotion is dominant in that moment. If it’s missing on the page, the scene is likely underwritten.

12. Expand scenes that feel “too clean.”

If a scene resolves too neatly or quickly, it probably needs more tension. Messy emotions and unresolved feelings add depth.

[alice-angel12x]

Please stop Calling Me Prince Charming, ch.2

(Twisted Wonderland RSA story)

<--Ch1/ Ch.3 Next ->

The silence was deafening; every student stared. Every teacher stared; even the birds beyond the stained glass had gone quiet. Y/n awkwardly looked around the room.

"...Hi?" She slowly waves slowly.

Nothing. She rubbed the back of her neck.

"...Definitely not my school." She mutters

A few nervous chuckles escaped the first-years.

whisper spread through the hall like wildfire.

"A girl?"

"How did she get in?"

"Was she... summoned?"

"Can the Well even do that?"

"It never has."

"It can't."

Headmaster Ambrose slowly descended the marble steps toward the Well. His expression wasn't angry. It was... stunned. He had overseen the Welcome Ceremony for nearly thirty years, and nothing like this had ever happened. He stopped a respectful distance away.

"My dear..." His voice was calm."...Are you hurt?"

Y/n blinked."...No?"

"Do you know your name?" Ambrose asked.

She nodded.

"...Yeah. It's Y/n," She answered slowly

"And do you know where you are?" Ambrose asked.

"..." She looked around the breathtaking hall again. "...No."

Ambrose sighed softly.

"I was afraid of that. Well, worry not; you are at the prestigious Magic School Royal Sword Academy. You were summoned here by the well of wishes. It sensed a great deal of talent, promise, and magical ability," Ambrose explained.

"Magic school? And Ability, but I don't have magic powers," Y/b said slowly.

"No magic? Well, that can't be right," Ambrose said with slight surprise. "Well, maybe this is a good thing. After all, this is an all-boys school. Worry not, I shall have you sent home," Ambrose said with a kind smile.

"Thank you, sir," Y/n thanked in relief.

He guided Y/n to stand before the well, as Ambrose held out his pen.

"Oh, wishing well, grant this child her greatest wish. To return home and embrace her home once more," Ambrose cast.

The orb above glowed and shimmered, but quickly dulled. The crowd gasped in shock. A small silver voice replied.

"I hear your wish, but I cannot fulfill your desire. For I cannot send someone to a place that does not exist." The voice says calmly.

The room suddenly felt cold, even with the warm sunlight shining through the stained windows.

"Alright, Ms. Y/n. Do you mind telling me where you are from. Maybe we can get you on the soonest plane," Ambrose said with a tired sigh.

"Umm, I'm from Japan," Y/n answered.

"Umm. Any ID from your kingdom of origin? I've never heard of such a place," Ambrose asked, getting a tad worried.

"Kingdom? No, Japan is a country," Y/n said as she dug through her bag.

Only to realize most of her things are missing. Her books, phone, and student ID. It's all gone.

"No, that's...That's not funny," Y/n said shakily as she emptied the bag onto the floor.

A friendship bracelet, an empty boxed lunch, and half a small geode. Tears started to well up in Y/n's eyes.

"If you are telling the truth, and you are not from any kingdom, then-"

"Other Worlds and Dimensions exist!" Shouted a professor from the staff seats. With a vague, broken Russian-sounding accent.

"Professor Junbar, keep your voice down. This is a stressful situation for the poor girl," Said a scrawny and eccentrically dressed teacher.

The hall soon burst into whispers and discussions. From another world? Well, what kind of world? Do non-magical worlds really exist?

"So…How do I get home?" She swallowed.

"…the Well has never done this before. It's never brought someone outside our world." Ambrose said nervously. "I'm not sure if we can... Get you home. Not anytime soon, anyway."

Her backpack slipped from her hands and landed softly against the marble floor

"My parents..." Her words caught in her throat. "My friends..."

Yuu. She had promised.

"See you after school?"

"...They don't even know where I am." Y/n slowly started to cry.

The scrawny and eccentrically dressed teacher noticed the poor girls distress, and quickly got up to address the crowd.

"Okay everyone. Umm the ceremony has come to a close, would the dorm leaders show the new students around. And to their new dorms please," He said to the crowd.

The crowd of students slowly flowed out of the hall, small "best of luck" could be heard as the students left. Soon, it was just Y/n and the school staff. Y/n sat quietly on the marble steps, clutching her backpack.

"Thank you, Professor Percival Larkley," Ambrose nods. "To summarize, We have an unidentified girl. With no magical records, no family in this world. No citizenship. No identification. And no known method of returning her home."

He looked toward the ceiling."...Splendid."

"What shall we do, Headmaster?" Professor Percival Larkley asked nervesly.

Ambrose answered almost immediately. "The proper authorities must be notified."

Y/n 's heart sank.

"I'll contact the Royal Bureau of Magic, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Child Welfare, and the Royal Guard. If someone has appeared from another world, this is no longer solely an academy matter." Ambrose said calmly.

Professor Percival Larkley turned to Y/n with a polite smile. "Until they arrive, you're welcome to remain as our guest."

"...And after that?" Y/n asked quietly.

The room fell silent.

"...Royal Sword Academy is a boys' academy." Ambrose hesitated. "It would not be proper for a young lady to be here. And unfortunately, you are neither an enrolled student nor a citizen of this or any kingdom."

"...Why do you have to call the authorities?" Y/n asked quietly. "I'm not in trouble... am I?"

"Not at all, my dear. You've done nothing wrong," Professor Percival said in a calm tone.

"Then why?" Y/n asked.

"May I ask you something?" The professor folded his hands. "Did you have an Id?"

Y/n nodded.

"An identification card is more than something with your picture on it. It tells the world you exist. If you wished to attend school, you would need an ID. If you became ill, the hospital would use your ID to learn who you are and who to contact.

If you wanted to work. rent a home. or even prove your own name. you would need an ID," Professor Percival listed off.

Y/n nodded, not realizing how important a small card was.

"The authorities aren't coming because you've done something wrong. It's to help establish who you are and how best to protect you."

"As enlightening as Professor Percival finds bureaucracy..." The headmaster folded his arms. "...he is, regrettably, correct. Until the kingdom recognizes you as a legal resident, I cannot, in good conscience, keep you here."

Y/n sat in silence as she hugged her bag closer when a teacher in pink spoke up.

"...Headmaster."

Ambrose looked over.

"The authorities may determine how to proceed regarding her status." Adélain folded his hands behind his back. "But I fail to see how abandoning a child who knows nothing of this world serves anyone."

"I never suggested abandoning her." Ambrose said quickly.

"You suggested removing her from the one place where she currently has shelter, food, and adults capable of protecting her," The pink teacher said.

"Professor Adélain, please," Ambrose sighs, as several professors exchange uncomfortable glances. "Our academy cannot simply accept every extraordinary circumstance."

"If our academy's oldest relic has deemed her worthy of appearing within our Welcome Ceremony. Perhaps we should consider there may be a reason," Professor Adélain argued.

Ambrose crossed his arms. "Or perhaps the Well made a mistake."

"She has nowhere to go. No money. No understanding of our customs. She cannot even buy a loaf of bread." Professor Adélain's expression softened as he glanced toward MC.

"I believe," Adélain continued quietly, "that more than anyone else in this room. She deserves an education."

Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "Education?"

" If she cannot return home tomorrow. Or next month, or next year, then we owe it to her to give her the means to live with dignity in the meantime." Adélain paused. "History. Language. Magic theory. Culture. Even if she possesses no magic herself knowledge is never wasted."

"Suppose, for argument's sake, I allowed her to remain. Royal Sword Academy is not a charity. Who is gonna to take care of all fees, school supplies, food, and medical expenses? And how do you think this will look to authorities if we turn a blind eye?" Ambrose pointed out.

Before the silence could settle, Adélain spoke. "Then I'll sponsor her."

Everyone looked to Adélain in surprise at his words. Ambrose blinked in bewilderment.

"...Excuse me?" Ambrose uttered.

"I'll cover her tuition." The potions professor's voice remained calm. "Her room, her uniforms, Books, School materials, and anything else she requires."

"Out of your own salary?" Ambrose questioned.

"If necessary."

Ambrose stared at him. "...Adélain."

"It would hardly bankrupt me." Adélain smiles softly.

"You realize this could continue for years," Ambrose warns.

For the first time since the discussion began, Adélain looked toward Y/n. She sat quietly on the edge of the Well, clutching the straps of her backpack.

"When I first became a teacher..." His voice was almost nostalgic. "...I made myself a promise. If a child genuinely wished to learn. I would never let circumstance be the reason they couldn't."

He looked back at Ambrose.

"She is lost. Separated from her family. Her future is uncertain. I refuse to let her lose her education as well." Adélain says with certainty.

Ambrose started, and with a sigh relented. "Fine, just make sure you get your papers in order. And be ready to work with the authorities."

Adélain smiles with a nod as the other teachers breathe a sigh of relief. The tense moment finally came to an end and settled.

"Everyone is dismissed, and Adélain, please get the young lady settled. She can settle in the extra dorm on the premises," Ambrose dismissed. "Study hard, learn, and enjoy your time at RSA."

Ambrose gives one last tired smile as he heads to his office to inform the authorities.

"So... What know?" Y/n asked.

"Well, first let's fix that magicless situation. And what better way than with a magical partner to aid you," Adélain says with a bright smile.

"So... Like You're gonna have a student help me?" Y/n asked.

"Oh, not a student, something far better," Adélain laughed as he led her out of the hall.

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"Oh my God, my Pokémon dreams are coming true," Y/n gasped as she looked out into a garden filled with all sorts of adorable creatures.

2 puppy looking creatures were the first to notice the humans. One looks like a cocker spaniel mix, with a tail made of water. While the other is a Kishu Inu with sharp black patterns.

"Mr. Adélain! Your Back! Come Play, come Play!" the water-tailed puppy said, charging towards the old man.

Before she could even reach him. A Blur zoomed past her with sparks trailing behind it, and tackled the poor man.

"Adélain! I chased away those bullies from NRC. They were drawing stuff on the school wall, so I chased them away," the Fast puppy said, clearly wishing for praise.

“Ouch,” Adélain groaned as he slowly sat up. “Charge I told you, no jumping on people. Especially at full speed.” And sadly, I am not here to play, Pearla."

“You could have really hurt Adélain,” Said a timid voice.

Y/n gasped, it sounded so close to her, she turns to the source to see a fawn with flora growing out of it.

“Where you hiding again. I could have gotten rid of those bullies faster if you helped, willow!” Charge scolded the shy fawn.

“I-I froze, I’m sorry,” Willow mumbled as he shrank away.

“Oh, your back Mr. Adélain! Who is that with you?” Asked a squeaky voice.

As purple mouse-squirrel looking creature scampers into the old man’s shoulder.

“I was going to explain that, but I was interrupted.” Adélain coughed out a laugh when a voice cut through the many voices.

“Be quiet, everyone; Mr. Adélain has something important to say,” the voice said. "Listen closely, Flick."

Everyone turned to see a cute owl creature sitting amongst the branches.

"Thank you, Tavia, " Adélain thanked the 4 legged owl creature.

"I would like to introduce you to Miss Y/n," Adélain Smiles and shows.

A course of hellos came from the tiny crowd, as Y/n waved back.

"Y/n here is not from our world, and possesses no magic. And she will need a friend to help her navigate the magic world," Adélain explained, as the critters gasped in surprise.

"Are you okay? You must be so scared," Pearla said as she poked at Y/n's leg. "Don't I will be your friend."

"I can help you out. I'll make sure no one messes with you," Charge announces

"Don't worry, I'll help you out with all my strength," Flick said.

"I'll help out too," Willow said shyly.

Who will be your main Familiar

Pearla

Charge

Willow

Flick

Tavia

Voting ended onAug 8

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[alice-angel12x]

Please Stop Calling Me Prince Charming

(Twisted wonderland RSA story)

Summary: One moment, she was living a perfectly ordinary life. Next, she was standing in the middle of Royal Sword Academy's entrance ceremony with no explanation, no way home, and one very confused headmaster. Being the only girl at an all-boys school inspired by Disney's greatest heroines is strange enough. Somehow, it gets even stranger when the students begin calling her "Prince Charming." Not because a magical artifact said so, but because she keeps acting like one. She insists it's just basic decency. RSA has other ideas. Now, as friendships deepen and fairy tales become something far more real, the boys who first saw her as the embodiment of their dreams begin to realize they've fallen for the person behind the title. She only has one request: Please stop calling her Prince Charming.

Chapter 1 Next ->

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Ah, my cherished guardian,My radiant bloom.

Lifting others with thy noble heart.

Thou truly art the kindest of them all.

Wishing Well, deep and clear,Hear this earnest plea.

Guide me to the soul and hand.

That destiny has chosen for me.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A hand slams down on the screaming alarm clock. With heavy eyelids, Y/n slowly forced her eyes to focus on the numbers of the digital clock.

7:30 am....

"Sh#t!" Y/n screams as she jumps out of bed.

Bath, dry, clothes, brush teeth, School bag! Y/n was practically a whirlwind running rampant in her parents' house.

"Y/n dear, please don't do anything too reckless on your way to school," Mother smiles as she holds up a paper bag lunch and a boxed lunch.

"I'll try, but I might need to run some shortcuts," Y/n said in a hurry as she tried to take the lunches.

Only for her mother to pull her into a tight hug. Y/n sighed, but a smile still crept on her lips as she returned the hug. Only then did her mother give Y/n the lunches.

"Take care, dear," Mother smiles as Y/n rushes out the door.

"Have a nice day, Mom!" Y/n shouts.

Y/n launched herself down the apartment stairwell, skipping entire flights at a time. Rather than following the stairs to the lobby, she grabbed the railing, swung herself over, and landed cleanly on the next landing below.

"Morning, Mrs. Garcia!" Y/n waved.

The elderly woman watering her plants barely looked up anymore.

"Morning, dear. Running late again?"

"...Maybe!"

Without breaking stride, Y/n vaulted the final railing, pushed through the back exit, and disappeared into the alley.

The alley was faster.

She planted one foot against the brick wall, kicked off a dumpster lid, and scrambled onto the low retaining wall that divided the apartment complex from the neighboring parking lot.

A chain-link fence waited at the end.

She didn't slow down. One foot hit the fence. Then another. She climbed three quick steps before vaulting over the top, landing in a jog on the other side. The bus stop came into view and its doors were already closing.

"No, no, no—!" Y/n pumped her legs harder.

The driver caught sight of the frantic girl waving her arms and sighed before reopening the doors.

She stumbled aboard, slightly out of breath.

"...Thank you."

"Cutting it close again?" the driver asked with a huff.

"You have no idea." Y/n pants as she takes her seat

The doors hissed shut behind her. She had made it.

The roads were being repaired, so the ride was less than smooth. The bus jostled and rattled as the bus drives on the pothole-filled road. As Y/n tried to not to fly out of her seat, she noticed an old man struggling to hold onto the safety rail.

When the bus rocked once more, causing the old man to begin falling. Before she could even form a thought, she was moving and catching him before he could fully tip over.

"Oh, thank you, young lady," The old man said.

"Umm, why don't you take my seat sir," Y/n offered.

"Oh, are you sure?" The old man asked as Y/n helped him to the seat.

"I can take a tumble," Y/n sighs as she grabs the safety pole.

Only for a sudden halt, almost causing Y/n to fall. Thankfully, they held strong onto the pole.

"Sorry folks, the engine is overheating. So this bus won't be able to continue the circuit," The driver apologises.

Y/n groans and quickly dashes off the bus and down the sidewalk. All the different routes and shortcuts flipped through her mind as she tried to find the fastest way.

She took off at a sprint.

"Main streets are too crowded..." she thought

Her eyes darted around. The Park.

Without missing a beat, she cut across the grass, hopping a low fence instead of using the gate.

The shortcut was working. Until—

"No! Give it back!"

Y/n's head snapped toward the playground.

Two boys were laughing as they tossed a ragged doll over the head of a little girl, who was desperately trying to reach it.

She groaned. "...Seriously?"

She changed direction without slowing.

"Hey!"

The boys barely had time to look over before one tossed the doll again.

Y/n timed it. Leap. Catch.

She landed in a crouch, doll tucked safely against her chest. She smiled as she stood, brushing herself off.

"I think this belongs to someone else."

The little girl's eyes lit up.

"My bunny!"

Y/n knelt just long enough to hand it back.

"There you go. Hold onto her tight, okay?"

The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Miss!"

Y/n looked at the two boys.

"Come on, guys. You can find something more fun to do than making someone cry."

The boys exchanged embarrassed looks.

"...Sorry," the boys rolled their eyes

Y/n flashed them a grin. "Better be."

She checked the time. "...Ah! I'm really late!"

Before anyone could say another word, she was already sprinting away, disappearing down the park path as quickly as she'd arrived.

The park path ended at a waist-high stone wall. Y/n didn't slow down, One foot hit the wall. The next found the top.

She vaulted over it in one smooth motion, landing on the opposite sidewalk without breaking her stride. The morning crowds were already spilling into the streets.

She veered into a narrow alley. A stack of wooden crates blocked the way. Planting a foot on the lowest one, bounded to the next, grabbed a fire escape ladder, and swung herself onto the iron platform above.

Metal clanged beneath her sneakers as she sprinted along the fire escape, leaped across the gap to the neighboring rooftop, and rolled as she landed.

A pigeon exploded into flight. She dashed across the roof, hopped over laundry lines fluttering in the breeze, and jumped onto a low awning.

The canvas sagged under her weight before springing her toward a brick wall. Three quick steps carried her up the wall. She kicked off, caught the edge of a balcony railing, swung beneath it, and dropped neatly onto another fire escape.

Below, pedestrians went about their morning as if none of this was unusual.

"...She's doing it again."

"How does she keep getting up there?"

"Don't ask."

The rooftops gave way to another alley as she spotted her destination below.

A tiny street food cart sat tucked between two aging brick buildings, its colorful sign faded from years in the sun. Steam curled lazily from a battered pot while an elderly man fussed over the day's ingredients.

"There you are."

Y/n hopped onto the ledge and dropped the full story into the alley. She landed in a crouch, stood up like nothing had happened, and beamed.

"Morning, Mr. Fredricksen!"

The old vendor didn't even flinch.

"Morning, whirlwind."

"You opened early today."

"You arrived dramatically late,” The old man huffed. “ Punctuality is important. It’s best to learn that.”

“I know, I was up all night studying. So,” Y/n smiles walks over.

“ manage your time better. Taking good care of yourself is also important,”Mr. Fredricksen said grumpily.

“I do, and I stopped by to drop off some lunch for you. Since you’re so good at taking your own advice,” Y/n chuckles as she places the paper bagged lunch in front of him.

“ You should stop worrying about this old man, and we’ll focus on your own future,” Mr. Fredricksen huffed as he took the paper bag.

He rummaged around on the cooking stove a bit, and tossed her a small bag of Taiyaki.

“Thanks Mr. Fredricksen!” Y/n thanked as she started to rush off.

“ stay in School, study hard, and don’t go marrying a Bum!” Mr. Fredricksen shouts after her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Y/n shouted back as she round the corner.

After dodging and weaving around people, waiting for her by the cafe was Yuu.

"There you are! I was this close to just leaving, so I'm not late. Again," Yuu scolded as Y/n ran over to them.

"Sorry, I overslept, than the bus broke down, so I had to find a shortcut-"

"Yeah yeah. This is the 7 fourth call this month. This is the last time I wait for you," Yuu said with huff, when Y/n held up the fresh Taiyaki.

"I got you something." Y/n smiles as she sees Yuu smell the fresh food. "Straight from the great Mr. Fredricksen himself. He made your fav."

"How dare you bribe me," Yuu says, but their stomach seemed to appreciate the payment. "You're lucky you're my favorite person."

"I know, you'd never forget me," Y/n teased.

"I remembered you're incapable of making it to school on time." Yuu called out.

"I can make it on time." Y/n shot back

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "...Without stopping to help someone?"

Y/n opened her mouth...."That's different."

"You know," Yuu said with a grin, "one of these days you're going to save one too many people and miss something really important. You're allowed to think, 'Not my problem."

"Yeah, but at least I'm your problem," Y/n chuckles.

Yuu smiles as the two walk side by side. They talked about plans and traded answers to a few tests they were probably going to take today.

"So," Y/n said between bites of Taiyaki, "what's your plan after class?"

"Probably video games," Yuu said simply

"Aspiring." Y/n sighs

"I have a high score to beat," Yuu argues

They both laughed as they reached the intersection; the pedestrian light blinked.

Yuu checked the signal. "We should hurry."

"Race you?" Y/n challenged.

"Absolutely not." Yuu shot it down.

"Scared you'll lose?"

"I'm scared you'll trip."

Y/n grinned as she sped across the traffic cross. Yuu tried to catch up to her when Y/n started to glow. Before she could finish, brilliant light enveloped her.

"Y/N?!" Yuu shouts as she runs to her friend

Then the world vanished. As Y/n bursted into golden dust. Yuu stared at the empty space where their friend had been just moments before.

A frantic shout rang out behind them.

"LOOK OUT!" someone shouted

The sound of galloping hooves echoed through the street.

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Ah, my dearest light,

The gentle and radiant bloom of good,

You are the kindest, the fairest in this world.

Well, oh well of dreams, who shines the brightest?

For thee, guided by the Well of Wishes,

Follow thy heart and trust in the voice that calls from within.

Light that warms even the coldest night,

Waters that heal even the deepest wounds,

Roots that cradle even the weariest soul,

Do not doubt the strength of your kindness,

Come now, let your light be seen.

Mine, theirs, and yours,

Our time together is a gift to be cherished.

Hold fast to that hand, with all your heart.

(RSA reception hall )

“Was that everyone?” A red haired boy asked.

“I think so, there are a lot of new students this year,” A cute boy answered.

“Does that mean we can finally day?” A handsome boy yawned.

The reception hall from floor to ceiling windows lined either side of the room, their stained glass casting soft ribbons of sapphire, rose, and emerald across polished ivory stone. The floors gleamed with warm cream-colored limestone, veined with pale gold that shimmered beneath the sun.

The air carried the faint fragrance of blooming jasmine and lilies, while somewhere beyond the towering windows came the cheerful song of birds hidden within the academy gardens.

Between each column rose a towering stained-glass window, each crafted with a different crown framed by a princess that told silent fairy tales.

At the heart of the chamber stood the Well of Wishes. It rested atop a circular dais of white marble, reached by a short flight of steps. From the center of the well rose a sphere of shimmering blue light, suspended effortlessly in the air.

Golden pixie dust drifted from the orb in an endless cascade.

The last ripple faded across the Well of Wishes.

One by one, the remaining first-years stepped away from its gleaming waters, each greeted by cheers from their future dormmates. Above them, sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, scattering crowns and flowers across the marble floor.

Headmaster Ambrose folded his hands with a warm smile.

"Congratulations, gentlemen. May your years at Royal Sword Academy be filled with friendship, courage, and dreams fulfilled."

A gentle round of applause echoed through the reception hall. Students relaxed almost instantly; white robes rustled as groups began drifting together.

"So..." Rielle stretched with a grin. "Breakfast?"

Neige laughed softly. "You only just got here."

"I know, but ceremonies are so boring."

A ripple of laughter spread through the nearby first-years. Off to one side, Minajael watched the crowd with an amused smile.

"It looks like another successful year."

"As expected," Nalo (nala) agreed. "The Well hasn't changed in centuries."

"It never does," Maro (Megara) yawns.

"I wish more interesting things happened at these ceremonies," Alistair sighed.

The old professor barely finished speaking when the Well chimed. Not the gentle, crystalline note everyone knew.

BOOOOOOM!

The marble beneath their feet trembled. Every conversation died. Heads turned toward the center of the hall.

"...What was that?" Alistair gasped in awe.

The pixie dust surged upward. Instead of flowing peacefully into the basin, rivers of golden light raced backward through the carved channels in the floor, climbing toward the Well as though time itself had reversed.

The suspended blue orb above the Well began to spin.

Faster.

Faster. Its gentle glow became blinding.

Faculty members exchanged uneasy glances. Headmaster Ambrose's calm expression vanished.

"Everyone, stand back." The Headmaster commanded,

No one moved. They couldn't, as the light had become impossible to look away from.

Golden motes spiraled through the chamber like a thousand shooting stars before converging into a single brilliant column that erupted from the Well and pierced the domed ceiling.

The stained-glass windows shimmered. The flowers carved into the marble seemed to sway in a wind no one could feel.

The room fell utterly silent.

Then...

A silhouette appeared within the light.

"...There's someone in there." Nalo gasped

"A person?" Maro squinted.

Slowly, almost reverently, the pillar of light began to fade. Suspended high above the Well was the figure of a girl.

She hung weightlessly, wrapped in ribbons of shimmering pixie dust that drifted around her like glowing petals. One sneaker dangled awkwardly from her foot, her backpack still slung over one shoulder as though she'd been plucked from the middle of an ordinary morning.

"...Huh?"

Her voice was small.

Confused.

She blinked against the sunlight, looking down at the dozens—

No.

Hundreds of unfamiliar faces stared back at her.

"...This isn't my school."

The magic gently lowered her toward the marble dais.

Her shoes touched the ground with barely a sound.

The last flecks of golden light danced around her before dissolving into the air.

For several long seconds...

No one spoke.

The Well of Wishes, a relic that had faithfully welcomed students for generations, had never once summoned anyone.

Much less someone from another world.

Y/n looked around the breathtaking hall, then down at herself, then back up again.

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Heartslabyul when

[hanafubukki]

The interesting and fun part of the hometown events and the new rsa boys is that technically with all of them (except maybe one or two), you can make it so they or you met them before or at least know about you. (Directly or indirectly)

Twst Alice seeing you during the bunny fest event. Maybe he recognizes Deuce or maybe he saw you in passing while enjoying the festival himself. You and your friends stood out while helping deuce’s mom.

Twst Nala would be easy. He was there during the sunset savanah competition. Maybe he was part of the crowd or part of the nobility watching. Funniest part would be seeing Leona leave without you and Jack lolol

Rielle could have been visiting the area during the time of Trials of romance or, a funny part would be, you looking into the water and seeing him there. But you thought you were seeing things. Surely you didn’t see a redhead in the water.

Minajael during the scalding sands event. He could be there as a guest of the Asims or maybe he escaped his castle and met you while you all were looking at stalls for food and souvenirs.

Neige already met you at VDC, but maybe he was there or saw you on the TV during Vil’s promo of the Snow White movie. Remembering you as the friend of Rook and Vil. He wanted to get to know you more.

Twst Meg would be a hard one but even then I think there’s a possibility of him knowing you. Maybe he got reports of you when STYX notified the company of recent OB events or maybe he saw you in the video clips of said event. There’s a possibility of him being there during VDC since Idia gave that presentation during that time.

Twst Fairy/princess even has a possibility of knowing you. They could have been there during the fairy gala event or maybe they heard about you later from the other fairies. About the ethereal fairies who brought an amazing show. In fairy gala if, it would be interesting if he was there but secretly watching the one he helped put to sleep and you the friend with him. I know you’re not in the latter if version but it could always be twisted so you are. Or maybe he heard about you when the public was informed about the ones who saved Malleus and the world from his Overblot, the knights and the magic-less prefect.

I think it would be funny if you met them and you and/or the boys didn’t know.

Very…I met you…Once Upon A Time, wouldn’t you say 😆😆😂😂💞💞

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Hello, hope you're doing well. If you keep accepting requests (and if you have time of course, please do it at your own pace) could you perhaps write about Leona (and maybe Idia and Malleus, or any other you would like to add) react to the prefect being a girl when she was unintentionally hiding it (Haruhi-from-Ouran-Host-Club-style) because she never bothered to correct them when they thought she was a guy?

Thanks for reading!

You're a Girl?!

Synopsis: Yuu's a girl and the boys didn't realize.

Characters: Dorm Leaders

Note: Thank you so much for the request! I absolutely love reading fics like this, so I hope I do your request justice! OHSHC fans rise up!

(finished in one 5 hour sitting)

It was a lovely afternoon like any other and the Heartslabyul dorm was holding an unbirthday party. You and Grim had been invited to join the festivities, gladly taking the chance to get in on some free food.

Unfortunately for you, halfway through the party, a student accidentally bumped into you and caused you to spill your hot tea all over your shirt. Luckily, it wasn't hot enough to burn, but it wasn't pleasant. Seeing this, Riddle stomped over, fully planning to take a head with his signature spell. You managed to calm him down and redirect his attention to getting you a new shirt instead.

Riddle led you to his dorm room where he proceeded to rifle through his closet to find something that would fit you. When he turned around to hand you the fresh article, his face nearly exploded red.

He hadn't noticed before, but with the more direct lighting and how close you were, he could now clearly see the outline of your bra. The poor boy stuttered a few incoherent words before throwing you the shirt and bolting out of the room.

When you finished changing, you opened the door to the hallway to find him slumped against the wall, still blushing furiously. It took you a moment to calm him down, but when you did, he seemed apologetic.

"I apologize, Prefect. I did not know I was referring to you incorrectly this whole time."

"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure most people here think I'm a boy. And besides, if it really bothered me, it would be my responsibility to correct you. You have no way of knowing otherwise." you shrug casually.

"Would you. . .like me to start referring to you with feminine pronouns?" Riddle asks a bit sheepishly but doing his best to put back up his composed mask.

You simply shrug once more. "Doesn't bother me either way. Only reason I don't correct people is because it's already been so long and it would just be a hassle at this point to explain things.

Whether or not Riddle treats you differently after finding out depends on his feelings toward you. If he already had a crush, then he would have already been pulling out all of his gentlemanly stops to woo you. If not, then he would start being a bit more polite. Riddle was raised with very traditional manners, afterall.

He's always been one to hold the door for people, but he never once forgets or misses the chance to hold one for you. When your friends make crass jokes around you, he lectures them harder than usual for making such vulgar comments around a lady the Prefect. He also becomes especially sensitive to when people touch you. One time, Ace—being the annoyance that he is—decided to drape himself over your head from behind while you were sitting in the Heartslabyul lounge. What had before earned nothing but a disapproving scoff from Riddle now earned a collar.

I am a strong believer that Leona would know from the get-go. However, for the sake of the req, we'll assume he doesn't.

Leona had his suspicions that all wasn't as it seemed with you, but, quite frankly, it wasn't any of his d*mn business. It wasn't until after the two of you began getting closer (whether he liked it or not) that he started actually caring about figuring out who you were. Still, he wasn't one to pry.

It was a warm evening in Savanaclaw and you were standing next to the couch in Leona's room, giving him a look of pure disbelief.

"You'll let me sleep on the bed?" Ramshackle had flooded and so you had to find somewhere to stay while it was being fixed. Luckily enough for you, Leona agreed to let you stay at Savanaclaw, like you did during the Octavinelle incident, as long as you didn't bring Grim. Leona had no desire to have a brattier version of Cheka running around his room for however long it would take Crowley to actually get your depressing dorm fixed. Luckily, Heartslabyul, while having no room for another person, had enough room for the small direbeast. Riddle, surprisingly enough, was actually the one to offer the idea. You were too happy that everything was working out to question the look in Riddle's eyes that said he was already preparing a manners boot camp.

Leona gave you an impatient look "You heard me Herbivore. Take it or leave it, but I'm not offering again."

You shifted your eyes between the comfortable enough couch and the clearly royalty grade bed the Lion was currently lounging on.

"What? Ya kick in your sleep or something?"

With a sigh, you walked over to the bed. It was big enough that you would each have your own space.

Or so you told yourself. You woke up the next morning to a sleeping Leona on your chest. Or his head at least, were it his body you would have been crushed. Unsure of what to do, you took a quick glance at the clock on the wall (it was in one of those cages around the ones in school gyms because Leona kept throwing things at it). You had about five minutes before you needed to wake Leona up for spelldrive practice (did I mention Ruggie shirked his Lion waking duties onto you again?).

You sighed to yourself. This certainly wasn't convenient. Sure, Leona was a deep sleeper, but he also always seemed to wake up at the smallest sound or movement when it was inconvenient for you. You didn't really care about the situation being awkward, what you were worried about was being within arm's reach when he woke up.

Little did you know that sigh had jostled Leona awake and he was just lying there, mentally cursing the sun for shining in his face. However, the longer he laid there, the more he started to notice how soft your chest was. That's when it clicked for him.

"You have tits." Leona's comment snapped you out of your thoughts.

Knowing better than to say anything about his bluntness, you decided to meet his with your own: "Yeah. . .I'm a woman."

Leona simply hummed and sat up before slinking out of bed and into the bathroom connected to his room to get ready for the day.

Leona treats you just a little bit better after that. By that I mean he just gives you the basic respect you'd imagine someone would when finding out you're actually a girl. While you're staying in Savanaclaw, he starts knocking on the door before coming in in case you were changing (his dormmates give him weird looks for knocking on his own door.).

Aside from that, Leona also becomes more careful with touching you. He tells himself he doesn't, but he's definitely stopped using you as an arm rest as much. He also starts keeping a closer eye on you and listening in on conversations when he hears your name mentioned. He tells himself it's just because you're a magicless herbivore and it would be a pain in the butt if anything were to happen to you while you were in his dorm, but he continues watching out for you even after you move back into Ramshackle. On that note, if anybody touches you, they'll feel Leona's eyes burning into their skill, only to turn around and find him looking a different direction.

Azul was planning a pool party to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of the Montro Lounge (entry was free, but food and beverages would me marked up, of course) and had invited you to the VIP room to give him some insight as a human (Originally, he asked the Twins, but we all know how they are.).

"I think that just about wraps everything up." Azul announces as he finishes scribbling something down on a sheet of paper. "Oh, and before you go, I assume you'll be attending as well, Prefect?"

"Oh. Next week, right? Sorry, I can't" You give the man a sheepish smile.

Azul gives you a disbelieving look. "I scheduled it for the weekend. You wouldn't happen to have gotten detention again, would you?"

Still smiling sheepishly, you simply shake your "Ah, no. I'll just be on my period then. I mean, I guess I can still come, but I won't be able to swim."

Azul nods, seemingly in understanding, at your explanation before freezing. "Your. . .what?"

"Oh, do merwomen not have those? You see, it's-"

Azul quickly cuts you off, face slowly becoming flushed "No! Merwomen don't have them, but I know what they are!"

You laugh a little, relieved that you don't have to explain such an awkward topic when he speaks up again, "Wait. . .only women get periods." Azul furrows his brows, recalling the human anatomy textbook he had studied before coming on land.

"Uh. . .yeah?"

"You're. . ." Azul starts.

"A woman." you finish his statement with a quizzical look on your face.

"Oh."

Azul treats you pretty much the same after finding out. He may get a little flushed at times, like when your hands brush when he's handing you something, but other than that, there's really no difference.

He, surprisingly, doesn't try to blackmail you to keep your secret. When you casually bring the idea up, he looks genuinely offended and asks if he really seemed like the type of person that would stoop so low. When you don't answer him, he starts questioning himself and his actions.

There was one point when he heard someone make a shady comment about you and he had the twins take turns following you around everywhere while he looked into the student, but he probably would have done that whether he knew you were a girl or not. He was just a little more wary because he knew.

Kalim was chatting away with you in his room about his siblings and whatnot when he brought up that one of his sisters' birthdays was coming up soon.

"I don't know what to get her!" The usually cheery boy lamented as he laid sprawled out on his bed.

"What does she like?" you ask casually from your spot on the floor where you were flipping through a picture album of Kalim's family.

"I don't know anymore. Mom's been talking about how she's growing up so fast and doesn't like any of the stuff she used to." Kalim sighs, averting his gaze from the ceiling to look at you.

"Try checking her social media." You offer, pulling yourself up off the ground to sit on his bed.

"I did, but I still don't know what to get her" He once more sighs as he sits up and pulls out his phone.

You watch his screen as he scrolls through his sister's Magicam. Every one of her posts has the little heart in the corner filled in with red, telling you that Kalim really cares about keeping up with his siblings.

"Maybe I should just ask a girl for help." Kalim finally hangs his head.

You stare at him for a moment: "Ouch. What does that make me?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Kalim's face tells you that there are cogs turning, but he doesn't seem to be getting it.

"I'm a girl." You finally explain slowly.

It takes a moment, but Kalim's face eventually lights up and he exclaims: "Really! I had no idea!"

You wince slightly at the statement but shake it off, knowing he just worded his thoughts poorly. "Haha. . .yeah. Anyway, I suggest some cute stationary. She posts a lot about journaling." I change the subject back to what to get his sister as a gift.

Okay, I know I keep saying nothing really changes and then listing stuff, but with Kalim literally nothing changes. He asks you questions when he needs advice on his sisters, but he treats you no differently.

Vil had you standing on a stool in front of him while he took your measurements. The film club was in the process of creating a short film and he had asked you to play a small part in it as the club had nobody else who fit his vision. When you agreed, Vil immediately dragged you off to his dorm room claiming there was no time to waste before getting right in to taking your measurements and designing your costume.

"Arms out." Vil commands and you obey. He measures your wingspan before throwing the measuring tape over his shoulder and going to write the number down on the chart he had on his desk.

As he does you figure you should probably take off your uniform jacket and button up shirt. You shed off your jacket and start unbuttoning your uniform shirt when he turns to face you once more. He pauses for a moment before nodding, seemingly in approval that you did what he was about to ask next without him even having to say anything.

However, when you finally shed the uniform shirt and are left in a tank top he freezes. It's only for a split second, but you still notice it. He regains his composure and tells you to put your arms out once more. He quickly gets the measurements he needs and goes to write them down.

While you're silently waiting for him to finish, he speaks up without looking in your direction "Would you like me to make adjustments to your uniform? You were clearly given one with the same fit that the rest of us got and I imagine it's less than convenient."

After that Vil starts enlisting you to help him when he wants to test out a makeup look on more feminine features or when he wants to test one of his women's designs for a film club activity on an actual human. If you're okay with people knowing you're not a guy, he also starts recruiting you to play female roles for film club projects and to be an example for Epel.

If you let him, Vil will also start naturally talking to you more about fashion, makeup, and other things he hadn't before. Whether it's because he knows you're a girl now and is just doing so subconsciously is up for question though as he has generally found you to be a good person to rant to. Basically, he girl talks with you. Whether you participated in it in the past or not, you heard plenty of it, so you have the experience needed to feed Vil's inner diva.

Vil also starts inviting you over for self-care nights a lot. If you ever talk to him about a guy (this happens a lot as you are surrounded by them), whether it be a crush or just some annoying guy from one of your classes, he always gives sound advice.

Basically, he'll become your older sister if you let him.

Idia had invited you over to watch an anime with him in his dorm room because Ortho made him. Idia sat on his bed while you sat on the floor leaning against it. The anime he had chosen was a pretty terrible one, but that was on purpose. It was one of those ones that's so bad it's good. You guys had a great time making fun of the show and pointing out bad writing while munching on snacks.

A scene same up with a girl who's chest was way too big to be realistic with jiggle physics exaggerated enough to match the absurdity of it all.

"I hate fan service." you groan, throwing your head back in annoyance.

Idia cackles and points out "Only when it's girls. Last week that one guy came on screen and you-"

"That's enough of that!" you cut him off, throwing a pillow at his face. "And, for your information, I only hate it when it's bad. I too am an enjoyer of fan service involving women, just when it appeals to the female gaze."

Idia snorts "What would you know about the female gaze?"

You raise a brow "Are you kidding me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Idia counters with a smirk.

"Idia, I'm a woman."

Idia pauses for a moment before laughing, taking your words as a joke. He starts babbling on in gamer lingo, but it's too rapid fire for you to decipher.

Luckily for you, Ortho floats into the room. You call him over.

"Ortho, am I a male or a female?" you ask the floating robot.

Ortho gives you a questioning look before answering "A female, of course."

Idia completely freezes. Not even the flames of his hair sway around like they usually do. A pink tint creeps up his hair, but that's all the change you see for a solid five minutes before Idia faints.

Idia avoids you like the plague at first. Dealing with other people was already hard, but a girl?! Ortho ends up having to orchestrate a coincidental run in between you two where he proceeds to bring up your differing opinions about an anime. After bickering until you're both out of breath he finally stops avoiding you so much. All it took was a little keyboard warrior rage to get him to see you as yourself again and not some scary ethereal being called a woman.

It takes a while, but things do eventually go back to the way they were before. Occasionally Idia still gets flustered, but all you have to do is bring up a differing opinion in a topic he's passionate about and you're right as rain.

Malleus had come to Ramshackle to visit you one cold night only for you to not come out in the time you usually would. At first Malleus just assumed that perhaps you were asleep as he could still sense your presence in the dorm, but as time ticked by and he had more time to think, he started to spiral into worry. Humans were so fragile, a simple trip and fall could break your weak bones. What if you got yourself hurt?

After a bit of contemplation, Malleus made the decision to let himself in now and apologize later once he knew you were safe.

However, just as he was about to put his plan into action, the front door creaked open and you stepped out all bundled in a blanket and hunched over as if in pain.

If your posture wasn't enough to worry Malleus, the scent of blood wafting off of you certainly was. Within a blink of the eye, Malleus was at your side and reaching to pick you up to rush you off to a doctor.

"Woah, Malleus, calm down. What's the matter." You stop him, holding a hand up and leaning against the door frame for support.

Malleus looks at you seriously, "I should be the one asking that question, Child of Man. You smell of blood and your posture leads me to think you're in pain."

You stare at him for a moment, cogs turning in your brain, before it hits you. "Malleus, I'm on my period."

"Pardon?"

You once more stare at him before slowly continuing, "Human females get it once a month. Makes us bleed. Hurts sometimes, but it's natural."

It takes him a moment, but he finally seems to remember something and his shoulder droop in relief. Then a moment more and: "Pardon me asking, but does that mean you are. . .a woman?" Malleus asks quizically.

You bite back an amused smile and nod "Yes. Yes I am."

Malleus nods. He then suddenly teleports you back to your bed and dissapears.

Hours later a basket of chocolate and some other items one might want on their period shows up on your bedside table (some of the items are rather out of place and tell you he went to Lilia for advice).

Malleus was already the perfect gentleman toward you, but he somehow manages to take it even further. If you ask him to stop, he will, albeit hesitantly. However, if you don't, he'll pull out all the stops.

He also starts tracking your period, so no need for a period tracker anymore. Or even to write it on your calendar for that matter, but that's because Malleus always fills it in for you before you get the chance. When that week approaches you find Ramshackle mysteriously stocked with everything you need or could want.

If Malleus finds out before Leona it's sunny days for a month. If Leona knows before him, say goodbye to clear skies for a while.

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Radiant Seven Lore | Masterlist

Royal Sword Academy has seven admirable figures who stand alongside the Great Seven in history: the Radiant Seven. Their names come up often in magical history and lore, as early as the first year of high school exams.

They are:

The Innocent Adventurer (Alice)

The Noble Lioness (Nala)

The Devoted Princess (Ariel)

The Free-Spirited Princess (Jasmine)

The Selfless Princess (Snow White)

The Solitary Beauty (Megara)

The Pure Princess (Aurora)

[additional lore will be added when released / if found errors, pls inform and it'll be corrected]

[sleepyfannacchi]

Late night drawings of minajael and rielle

Even though they released a good while ago, I only got time to actually draw them now, Im happy with the results 😌

[hanafubukki]

The NRC students watched as you interacted with the RSA students.

Were they happy that you had made friends amongst them? No, most of them were not.

Were they surprised? No, they knew you. They know how you attracted others. You were a magnet for danger, but you were also a magnet for people who were affection starved.

So they knew you would attract others, didn’t mean they would like it. But they couldn’t say anything to you, they knew that you would give them a look and tease them not to be jealous.

Not that they would ever admit to that either, but they didn’t want to make you angry, so they bit their tongue for the most part and observed you. You laughed as Che’nya scared Grim.

Riddle had to command his students from starting a scene.

You smiled and hugged Neige as he approached you with the dwarves.

Vil smiled but it didn’t match the coldness in his eyes, but that didn’t stop Rook from fangirling from right next to him.

Were they surprised that you somehow brought two schools together despite their hatred for each other? No matter how one sided? No.

But what surprised them all was the words from the RSA students’ mouths.

“How lucky you are to have YN with you.”

“Cherish them.”

The smile and confident aura surprised the NRC students.

“You never know. Someone might come and take them from you.”

“They might tire from the trouble you cause and join us instead.”

“We would cherish them.”

Was that a challenge?

How interesting.

Let it be known, those from NRC never back down.

And if RSA wants to fight for their Prefect?

They would stand up to that challenge.

This is one battle they would never lose.

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆ Melting (Neige Leblanche x GN Reader)

a/n: you can tell how impatient I am, even though his new official visual hasnt been released yet ashsdh though TO BE FAIR I started writing this RIGHT BEFORE the rsa announcement. cw: yandere, implied unconventional stalking (with birds)

now playing: kali uchis - melting

Standing beside the base cabinet in his dorm's kitchen, the black-haired young man hums a tune as he finishes pouring sweet ingredients into a metal pan. A recent memory had lifted his spirits, leaving him feeling on top of the world. Neige Leblanche, one of the youngest stars from Sage's Island, has encountered many people—most of whom gaze at him with starry eyes, filled with admiration, almost as if they are melting. Neige chuckles at the irony. Yet, there is only one person capable of melting his 'white snow', and that person caught his eye during the Sing and Dance Contest at his rival school: Night Raven College’s very own magicless prefect.

The moment Neige first laid eyes on them from the stage while receiving his award, it was love at first sight. The prefect was engaged in conversation, encouraging their team after a tough loss. From a distance, Neige was captivated by the prefect’s charm. It was truly kind of them to offer reassurance to their friends, and Neige could sense they possessed a heart of gold along with their striking appearance. After a brief exchange with their teammates, the prefect's worried expressions transformed into a smile that struck straight to Neige's heart.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile.

₊˚✩彡

A 'ding' could be heard from behind Neige as he found himself yet again staring into the sky by the window, thinking about his special person with an enamoured look. The boy took out the small heart-shaped apple pie from the oven. Its golden crust glistened with a light dusting of sugar, and the sweet aroma filled the room, wrapping Neige in a comforting embrace. He carefully placed it on the table to cool, his mind drifting back to thoughts of his crush. Every detail of the pie was crafted with care, much like the feelings he harbored, hoping it would convey what words sometimes failed to express.

How would he give this pie to the prefect, you wondered? His little birdies had told him that they would be in town the other day. The bluebirds, perched on the tree by one of the Ramshackle Dorm’s windows, had overheard the prefect planning to go out the following afternoon to purchase some essentials. Armed with this knowledge, Neige was determined to execute his plan perfectly. His strategy was to accidentally run into the prefect, engage them in conversation to formally introduce himself, and present the beautifully wrapped pie, that he just happened to have, as a token of affection. Growing increasingly excited about his scheme, he hurried to his room to change into his finest attire, all while carefully placing the pie in an elegantly decorated box.

‧₊˚✩彡

That afternoon, Neige arrived at the area where the prefect was supposed to be. This location was one of the trendiest spots on Sage's Island, renowned for its fashion and beauty scene. Neige understood the risks, especially since this area was a popular hangout for his fans, yet he remained resolute in his plan. He wandered around, peering through shop windows, but still saw no sign of the prefect. So engrossed was he in his search that he failed to notice three petite figures trailing behind him from the shadows, cellphones at the ready. As Neige paused in front of a shop window to take another look, he was oblivious to the figures drawing closer. Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his and pull him insistently to run. Alerted, Neige turned to see the face of the culprit, which only painted his flustered visage with red hues.

"Hurry! They will catch you!" It was none other than the charming prefect saving him from the three stalkers. With eyes brewing apple-colored heart eyes, Neige squeezed their hand a little tighter while running along with them.

I know you're nearby and I know your purpose.

₊˚✩彡

The duo stopped running far from the previous area, now closer to the bay of Sage's Island. With the sea as their backdrop, Neige found the moment surprisingly romantic, despite the earlier events. Clutching his box of pie tightly, thankfully still in good condition thanks to his firm box, he remained captivated by the prefect, who, equally worn out, leaned against the wall of a nearby shop. Aware of his gaze, the prefect began to explain their actions while they both caught their breath.

Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate.

"I-I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I was from the shop across, and I saw you. I know who you are, you are famous here, and I saw those three girls tailing you behind, and I was worried something mi--" Neige put his finger on the prefect's lips, easing their worries and animated rambling with his signature sweet smile and a small giggle. He decided to just keep his thoughts about how cute they were while babbling to himself.

What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy.

"No worries, I wasn't aware of their presence, but I'm very thankful to you for saving me." His cheeks are becoming redder, now more like a tomato than an apple. Despite feeling flushed and nearly shy at the realization that the prefect's gaze was solely on him finally, he pressed on.

"Y-you're like a prince to me, for saving me, and for being charming." Neige looked to the ground after his last words, which left the prefect flustered and blushing a little.

"Prince? Does that make you the princess?" Both youth shared a laugh at this, but the prefect stopped first and continued on.

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight.

"You're your own prince, Neige. I know you've always been strong and resilient to make it this far. Whatever the seasons, you never melt."

Then somehow, I know everything's alright.

The last statement caught Neige off guard and made him freeze in place. His chest was emanating so much warmth and beating very fast. He never knew how observant the prefect was. One thing he knows is that he wants more of this, and he is ready to crave for more.

Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while.

---

If you notice, there are some parallels to two of my Vil fics So Greedy and Starlight.

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆Lay All Your Love on Me | Rielle Corallia x GN Reader

synopsis — Rielle has a chance encounter with his crush outside of school and gathers the courage to invite them to spend the day together, which they gladly accept. As he enjoys the attention they give him, he discovers that the prefect is also close to other boys at their school. Displeased by this revelation, he becomes determined to express his feelings to them. genre — yandere warning — Rielle drags the prefect into the water :o note — this was suggested long ago by anon assdhd idk if ure still here anon 😭 but i do write suggestions when the inspirations strikes it just... takes some time...// the lyrics i used were more from Mamma Mia but they're not that different more works: masterlist

now playing: Lay All Your Love on Me - ABBA

The downtown area of Sage's Island has always been bustling, particularly on weekends. Families and friends gather in the lively streets, eager to discover the colorful shops and inviting cafes that adorn the sidewalks. Street performers contribute a spirited atmosphere, enchanting onlookers with their music and dance. However, amidst this vibrancy, staying vigilant becomes essential. At least that’s what the merfolk prince thinks.

Rielle, who stands outside a store, intently observing a particular figure inside. The prince thinks he is simply keeping an eye out for them. Clad in a newly acquired long dark coat and secretive shades, he is resolute in ensuring the prefect's safety during their shopping escapades. If only the prefect themself were aware of his silent mission.

Initially, the boy ventured into the area to indulge in his routine of independent exploration around town. He often engages in this activity to demonstrate to his father his ability to be self-sufficient and to show that he is maturing. However, what he didn't anticipate was encountering the person who had been swimming in his thoughts lately. Despite his shyness, he was eager to learn more about them. If he could muster a bit more courage, he might even consider spending time together.

"Ah, Rielle. We meet again."

With his attention wandering, he fails to notice the prefect standing right in front of him. This sudden appearance caught him off guard, causing his face to flush with embarrassment. They must've concluded their shopping early, while his focus went elsewhere. He stammers, at a loss for words, while the prefect merely tilts their head in curiosity.

"Are you here to shop too? The weather's surely nice today."

"Y-yeah! It sure is..." He tries his best to look away from their eyes because of his nerves. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying to muster the courage to continue the conversation. His heart races, but he manages a small smile, hoping it conveys more confidence than he feels.

"Do you come here often?" he asks, his voice slightly shaky but genuine in its curiosity.

The prefect nods, their expression warm and inviting. "I do. There's something comforting about wandering through the market, isn't there? All the colors and sounds."

He nods, grateful for the shared sentiment. "Yeah, it's like a little adventure every time," he replies, his words coming more easily now. "I always find something new." There is some lingering silence after his response; thus, the prefect decides to voice the curiosity that had been brewing since the beginning of their encounter.

"Say, what's with the get-up? Isn't it too hot for a coat?" At the question, Rielle immediately goes back to being shy, with his cheeks almost as red as his hair. He didn't realize how goofy-looking he must've been all this time. While the boy struggles to explain himself, the prefect just giggles at him. The prince quickly takes off the shades and coat out of embarrassment without any further explanation.

"It's alright. I won't say anything anymore." He chuckles softly with them to calm his nerves while attentively watching. Their radiant smiles gleam brightly, nearly outshining the sun. Their voices are soothing and warm, making him think of a heavenly presence gracing him. He can’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward the Night Raven College boys, who get to witness such beauty every day. Wait, envy...?

"Perhaps I should go now since you seem to be occupied." Rielle shakes off his thoughts and halts their departure. Gathering his courage, he decides to invite them to spend the day with him.

"A-actually, I'm free for the rest of the day. Would you like to have a walk with me to the beach? If you're fine with it, that is..." The prefect smiles warmly at the offer.

"I'm sure Grim can wait. Sure, why don't you show me the way?"

Rielle's heart skips a beat at their acceptance, a mix of relief and excitement washing over him. He gestures toward the path leading to the beach, trying to steady his voice. “Great! It’s a lovely day for a walk, and the view by the water is really something special.”

As they start walking side by side, Rielle finds himself easing into conversation, his initial nervousness slowly melting away. The sun dances through the leaves above, casting playful shadows on the path, while the gentle rustle of leaves accompanies their footsteps. With this closeness, he can admire them from close up. Their hands occasionally brush against each other, sending his heartbeat into a frenzy each time. He finds himself wondering if the prefect already holds someone special in their heart.

After their long stroll, the two arrive at the beach, which seems to be close to Royal Sword Academy. From this vantage point, the prefect can appreciate the academy's stunning architecture. The radiant white walls and blue roofing gleam brilliantly under the sunny sky. This sight genuinely ignites the prefect's curiosity about how life at RSA differs from that at NRC. Although they have some understanding from the interscholastic competition, they know they haven’t seen everything hidden behind those pristine walls. Rielle dashes towards a secluded area of the beach, waving his arms to beckon them to follow him.

Upon arrival, a massive splash greets them as the boy disappears into the water. A brilliant glow, reminiscent of an explosion, radiates beneath the surface. Moments later, Rielle rises from the depths, his clothes left behind, with half of his body transformed into a shimmering teal mermaid tail. It's a stunning sight, leaving the prefect momentarily speechless at the spectacle. This transformation is undoubtedly distinct from the true forms of the Octavinelle trio.

"Prefect! Come! Let's chat by the rocks." Rielle points to the enormous coastal rocks, where a flat surface provides a perfect spot to rest. The boy swims over to that location and leans against the rock. The prefect settles beside him, their legs dipping into the water. With their bottoms being conveniently short, they can sit comfortably without soaking their clothes.

"So, what do you think?" Rielle inquires, resting his folded arms on the rock. He gazes at them intently, appreciating the scene from his position as the prefect's face radiantly glimmers in the sunlight.

"It's gorgeous. No wonder Azul kept on insisting on taking me to these parts of Sage's Island." At the mention of another's name, particularly that of the octomer, the prince's heart sank. Due to the events that happened in the interscholastic event, Rielle has grown to have mixed feelings about his childhood friend. Though he managed to get over it after the event, the prefect's mention somehow makes things worse.

"Azul, huh... are you close to him..?" The prefect feels a twinge of panic at the question. They realize that their relationship appears to be anything but friendly. Perhaps bringing up his name was a mistake.

I wasn't jealous before we met

“While I can’t say we’re particularly close... that’s not entirely accurate. I wouldn’t compare his relationship to mine with Ace, Deuce, and the other first-years.” Rielle remains perplexed by his emotions. The prefect casually mentions the names of other boys, yet a weight settles in his heart. Ace? Deuce? The prefect shares a bond with other boys at the school? Unbeknownst to him, his expression darkens. He finds it unsettling that the person he seeks attention from is close to others, especially Azul.

Now every man that I see is a potential threat

"But none of that matters now. I'm glad you're the one who takes me here, Rielle. Maybe someday you can take me to your school."

But now it isn't true

Rielle looks up to the prefect's warm smile. Ah, there it is. Their smile eases all the tension once more. It's all he needs. Rielle craves more. His heart races with an intensity that feels both thrilling and frightening.

Now everything is new

"Prefect..." He gently holds their free hand against the rock, softly caressing it with his thumb. He savors the warmth and the smoothness of their skin. He leans in slightly, his voice a soft whisper, “I’d love to show you everything, every corner, every secret of my world. No one else, just you and me. I only want you to see me, to be with me always.”

And all I've learned

The prefect's smile remains, seemingly oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling within the boy. But that’s alright, Rielle thinks. In time, they will understand, they will see how perfectly they fit together. No one else could ever make them feel this way. Only he could, and that knowledge fills him with an intoxicating sense of purpose.

Has overturned

With a soft smile, he seizes their arm and intentionally drags the prefect into the water. The prefect's heart races wildly from the unexpected turn of events before they can comprehend what just transpired. Everything unfolded in an instant, and a wave of panic washed over them.

I beg of you

Before the prefect can let out a terrified scream in the water, a strong pair of arms encircles their waist, pulling them to the surface. As they emerge from the water, they take a deep breath and slowly begin to regain their composure. The merfolk maintains his grip around the prefect's waist, and together, they drift on the water's surface, with the boy's face resting gently against the prefect's neck. Half of their bodies remain submerged, while the other half basks in the warm glow of the sunset.

Don't go wasting your emotion

"Rielle! Why did you do that?!" The prince remains silent, not answering the question, as he keeps his face nestled against their neck. The prefect can only sigh, pondering how they would manage with their clothes entirely drenched. Gently, his hand brushes against their cheek, and they feel the slight texture of his scaly palm.

"Lay all your love on me."

Unable to hear him, they request him to repeat his words. Rielle lifts his gaze from their neck, displaying a look of adoration. His cheeks flush with pink, and his eyes meet the prefect's. He tightens his grip around their waist while his other hand gently brushes away the strands of hair from their face.

Don't go sharing your devotion

As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky transforms from vibrant orange to deep purple, with the gentle wind providing a melodic backdrop. Time seems to stand still; Rielle wishes to prolong this moment indefinitely. Being so close to his crush, skin touching skin while they float on the water, feels utterly enchanting. Every moment spent apart feels like an eternity, but Rielle knows that soon, they’ll be together, inseparable, just as it should be. His eyes never leave the prefect, a silent promise lingering in the air, unspoken but understood.

"Lay all your love on me."

[kakuwure]

How NRC's gonna be looking like after the RSA update:

[yandere-daydreams]

in which, while running errands with azul and jamil, you have a fateful encounter and worrying heart-to-heart about your current living conditions with their RSA counterparts - minajael and rielle. tw - none. borderline shitposting. live dove: tender and sweet.

It’d been three weeks since winter vacation, Meaning, three weeks since Jamil locked you in his dorm and threatened you into helping him resolve a crisis he’d solved. Meaning, three weeks since he lost his temper and tried to kill you the old-fashioned way. Meaning, three weeks since you, Grim, Azul, and he came to the understanding that it would take some serious monetary incentives for you all to simply forget to mention the incident to Crowley.

Was the trauma still fresh? Absolutely.

Would you probably benefit from literally any amount of distance from not one, but two separate men who’d attempted to murder and/or enslave you in the same school year? Undoubtedly.

Was distance as profitable as exploiting Jamil (and, by association, Kalim’s) fear of explosion? Definitely not.

And so, taking advantage of your new wallet on legs, you found yourself browsing fresh fruit at the heart of Sage Island’s marketplace, Jamil perusing to your left and Azul haggling with the vendor to your right. Your mouth had only just started to water at the thought of refilling Ramshakle’s consistently empty pantry when you heard a shrill voice cry out deafeningly behind you. It was calling Azul’s name.

There was a flash of red and teal, and then, a new shape was latched onto Azul’s back – a teenage boy. He must’ve been a student, but his uniform was unfamiliar and Azul looked less than elated by the sudden reunion, visibly fighting to keep his composure as the new boy all-but strangled him in a full body hug. “Azzy,” he cried, burying his face in Azul’s shoulder. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought he was greeting a lover freshly back from some terrible war. “It’s been so, so, so long. You never write anymore, and I was so excited when I found out we’d be going to school on the same island, and—”

Next to you, Jamil snickered. You pursed your lips.

“Is this your fault?”

“This is just karma,” Jamil admitted. “Everyone deserves a visit from home, now and then.”

“Is that right, Viper?”

You turned your attention to yet another new face – a significantly taller boy. He wore a delicately braided headscarf and enough gold jewelry around his neck to pay your bills for the next decade. Hmm. Maybe you’d been summoned to the wrong school after all.

Immediately, Jamil’s grin fell into a grimace, only to be quickly replaced by a strained, sickeningly polite smile. He turned to you, gesturing to the newcomer. “(Y/n), this is—”

“Minajael. And the leech over there is Rielle.” He waved toward his red-headed companion. “I didn’t realize Jamil had such pretty friends.”

Jamil’s smile wavered. “We’re just classmates. (Y/n) is another student at—”

“Half a student,” you corrected. “Since I don’t have any magic.”

Minajael let out a breath of a laugh. “I didn’t know Night Raven was so accepting.”

“Oh, they aren’t. They kinda had to let me in, since I was summoned here from another dimension and don’t know anything about this world and all. I would probably starve to death if they kicked me out. The headmade even made me work as a janitor for a while, too.” You paused to think. “That, or I have a really bad concussion. I did hit my head pretty hard when all the house-wardens attacked me during the opening ceremony.”

That was enough to catch Rielle’s attention, too. He looked away from Azul just long enough to ask, “Wait, so you don’t know anything about life here?Like, anything at all?”

Azul grunted. “We’ve taught them plenty.”

“That’s right,” you said, nodding wisely. “They taught me all about playing magift.”

“Among other things.”

“Oh, yeah. I learned how to cook and clean while working for Azul’s restaurant. That’s why he didn’t have pay to me.”

Again, Azul opened his mouth, but you shot him a look and he closed it just as quickly. It wasn’t as if the real explanation of your as-of-yet uncompensated labor was any less damning.

Minajael’s expression took on a concerned note. “But, they are taking care of you now, right? I didn’t take Kalim for the type to leave a member of his dorm—”

“Oh, no, I’m not in Scrabia.”

Rielle beamed. “Octavinelle, then?”

“Nope.” You took care to pop the ‘p’ appropriately. “I actually sleep in a dilapidated shack on campus. Not all alone, obviously. The ghosts keep me company. And the fire-breathing dire-beast who lives in my kitchen.”

Minajael’s eyes widened and Rielle audibly gasped. You were thankful you’d left Grim with Ace and Deuce, today. Your monster was more horrific in description than he was in reality.

“Not that we aren’t ecstatic to host,” Jamil added. It was almost impressive – how broad he could smile when he was trying to save face. “You just stayed with us over winter break, remember?”

“Ah, right. You guys were so happy to have me, you actually locked me in my room every night. With a bar across the door and everything.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know how that slipped my mind. Must be the concussion acting up again. Never did see anyone about that.”

Jamil moved to interject, but Minajael was faster – shoving past Jamil and taking your hands in his. When he spoke, his voice was delicate, lowered into a hush. As if anything louder would break you into pieces. “Do you want something to eat, sweetheart? Maybe a place to stay? We could even have a little chat with our headmage. Only if you wanted to, of course.”

Rielle was much more blunt. “Do you want us to call the police?”

You feigned shock. “There are cops in this world? Jamil said that no one would ever, ever come to save—”

You weren’t allowed to finish. Jamil was already grabbing your wrist and spouting off an excuse about an early curfew or festival preparations or some other trivial but urgent matter all of you had to attend to in next five minutes. Before you could protest, you were being dragged out of the marketplace and toward Night Raven, a flustered Azul trailing just a few steps behind.

“You,” he started, malice thick in his tone, “are a hazard to yourself and others.”

“Especially others,” Azul huffed.

You could only grin, satisfied to have reminded them how good it was to have you on their side.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊BOY YOU MAKE ME JELLYOUS!

SUMMARY: running errands with jamil, you meet an old ‘friend’ of his in town..

CHARACTERS: jamil viper, minhaj alrajah

GENRE: fluff, light angst but nothing crazy

WARNINGS: one mention of hives (itchy skin), spoilers for book 8(?) (new character)

NOTES: relationship is up to interpretation (jamil), fic title based off jellyous by illit, reader is only a little bit of a loser, sorta canon divergent (meeting outside of the game), i changed his name a little cause the official one didn’t really make sense?

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

∘˙🐍

the market of foothill town was bustling with people.

jamil let out a sigh at the swimming crowd. he expected it to be busy, but not this busy. in the end, he was the one who chose to go on a saturday..

sam’s shop had run out of the only detergent that didn’t make kalim’s skin break out in hives, so this was an emergency run he had to make right away. he didn’t expect you to want to tag along, but he didn’t see the harm in doing so til now.

he turns to you, a slightly apologetic look on his face before he lets out another sigh. “i apologize, prefect. i didn’t realize how large the crowd would be today,” jamil murmured, clutching the bag on his arm.

“it’s fine, believe me. we just can’t get separated, right?” you smile, giving jamil’s heart that same flutter he never dared mention aloud. he coughs into his hand, hiding a smile of his own before mumbling words to himself.

“just.. stay close and try not to be swept away.”

˙∘✧

just as expected, the marketplace was chaotic.. and just as jamil thought, you were swept away. he’s normally so careful while watching kalim, so why did he have to lose you?! clutching the bag of detergent tightly in his hands, he massaged his temple with furrowed brows.

“curses.. i should’ve told them to stay put somewhere..” he muttered, knowing you’d at least try to remain in the same place unlike kalim. he squeezed his way through, searching for the face he knows and loves amidst the faceless crowd. luckily he was already used to navigating through busy streets, considering his home in the scalding sands.

while jamil searched for you, you on the other hand had your own dilemma. oranges rolled across the ground as the angry shopkeeper glared at you. you had been pushed into his fruit stand by other bystanders, and to your dismay, fruit flew everywhere.

“sevens, why me..” you grumbled, hastily picking up the fruits before they got squished. jamil was nowhere to be seen. you really should’ve watched where you were going, because you just lost the one guy who actually knew where he was going.

just as you reached out for another orange, another hand beat you to it. at first you thought it was jamil, hoping it’d be just like all the shojou manga you’ve read.

to your dismay, it was not jamil, but a man almost nearly as stunning. his outfit was a bright teal, with gold adorning almost every part of his stature. his hair was glamorous, as was his makeup. he was radiant, you felt nearly blinded.

“need help with that?” he finally broke the silence as he met your eyes. there was a smirk to his face as he stood upright, tossing the orange in the air and catching it with grace. he saw the handful of oranges in your arms and must’ve took pity on you.

“uh, thanks!” you managed to breath out, breaking from your momentary awe. he must’ve noticed your staring, because all he did was chuckle. the boy collected the rest of the oranges from the ground, handing them back to the shopkeeper and smoothing things over with ease.

“thank you again, i appreciate it!” you reply once again, giving him a slight bow.

his eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. “no need to be so formal. out here, im just another student like you.” the mystery boy said, waving you off.

“out.. here?” you raise your brow, not exactly picking up what he’s putting down. you try looking at him again, trying to identify any familiar faces that seem alike. none exactly come to mind.. “im sorry, i don’t quite follow..” you laughed awkwardly, noticing his eyes widen a bit.

“..do you not recognize me?” now where have you had a similar interaction before? you simply shake your head, seeing his smile grow a size bigger.

“is that bad?” you ask in a moment of panic, only to hear him laugh loudly in response.

“no, no, not at all.” he assures you, nodding his head. he eyes you up and down, almost observantly. his brow furrowed in thought. “if i may ask, where are you from?” he asked with a smile.

you hesitate for a moment. “i, uh.. i don’t think you’d know!” you say, scratching the back of your neck. he seemed to have took it as a challenge, because all he did was smirk.

“oh? wish to bet?” he asks playfully, catching you a moment off guard. is it a twisted wonderland thing for people being so direct and pushy?

“well, im from..” as you tell him of your place of origin, the smugness is wiped off his face.

he crosses his arms. “well, i suppose you’re right. i’ve never heard of such a place before..” he hums, thinking to himself.

“yeah, im not surprised.” you murmur, already used to this routine. before you could part ways with the mystery boy, he spoke once more.

“ah.. now i remember,” he says, a newfound gleam in his eye. “yes, you’re the magicless prefect i’ve heard so much about then.” he smiles, throwing you for a loop.

“you— you know who i am?” you swallowed thickly, feeling weird for being recognized. how does he know about you? are you outlawed? are you in trouble?

“of course, you’re famous at our school.” he chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. does he attend night raven college as well? you would’ve sworn you saw such a glamorous face before.. “yes, che’nya spoke of you before.”

so rsa..? “i had no idea i was known outside of nrc,” you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed now. you were already too big of a name at nrc (for all the wrong reasons), you really didn’t need to be known because of that chaos..

jamil stood from afar, his hands forming fists by his side. no.. say it isn’t so. you met another man he had despised, as if kalim wasn’t horrible enough already. maybe he was a bit harsh in his head, but just the thought of you running away with another made his blood boil.

your smiling and laughing.. please don’t tell him you like that sickening prince, he can’t bear it. with a smile as forced as it could be, he approaches you two by the stand.

“[MC], there you are. i thought i had lost you.” jamil says, standing beside you with a hand on your shoulder. you nearly jump at his sudden presence, though feel relieved to know he found you. his gaze was soft, yet an underlying motive hiding beneath the surface. jamil’s eyes flicker to the boy across of you, his soft gaze turning dark.

he still smiled, but that smile didn’t meet his eyes. “oh my, prince minhaj, it’s been quite some time since we’ve last spoke. the weather is quite pleasant, wouldn’t you agree?” jamil mused, giving who you now know is a prince a polite nod.

“..prince?” you murmur, staring at minhaj. he simply let out a hefty sigh, realizing the fun of being an unknown had been cut short.

“enough with the humble tone, jamil. i don’t want to be called ‘prince’ outside the castle..” minhaj retorts, playing with the braided bandana by his side. now it all the gold made sense, but to be fair there were pretty flashy people that weren’t royalty.

“ah, but i’d have no ground to stand on if i were arrested in the scalding sands for speaking disrespectfully to you.” jamil sighs wistfully, a false look of worry in his face. there was a hidden venom in every word coming out of his mouth, and you could tell minhaj had noticed it.

“so you’re.. royalty?” you mumble, realizing how informal you must’ve been. “i guess i should’ve known, huh? sorry about the lack of formality.” you laugh awkwardly, feeling a small sweat dripping from your brow.

minhaj shrugged his shoulders, not offended by your informality in the slightest. “don’t be, it was quite refreshing,” he smiled at you before his eyes slowly trailed back to jamil. the poor boy was barely holding it together, her brows knit together and his smile twitching slightly at the corners.

jamil thinks he’s well composed right now, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“has night raven college been serving you well? i’d imagine attending a magic school while magicless is a bit contradictory.” minhaj asks, still willing to make conversation.

“ahem,” jamil clears his throat before you could reveal the truth of your sad excuse for a dorm. “apologies, minhaj, but we’re in quite a hurry. [MC], we better get going.” jamil kept the hand on your shoulder but squeezed quite firmly, a silent ask of you to get going.

you glance at him, seeing the silent plead in his eyes. with a nod of acknowledgment, you turn back to the prince and bow ever so slightly. “sorry, i guess we’ve gotta go. it was nice meeting you!” you smile, giving him a wave.

“ah, i suppose i shouldn’t keep you then. let’s meet again soon, [MC].” minhaj smirks, taking your hand and giving it a shake. he looks over to jamil, his smirk turning into a cocky grin that you wouldn’t catch if you blinked. “jamil, it was nice seeing you as well. tell kalim of the asim’s i wish him well.”

“..of course. well, if you excuse us.” jamil replied with a strain in his voice, grabbing your hand out of the other boys grasp and whisking you away. you let out a slight yelp as you followed close behind.

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jamil held a tight grip on your hand, not seeming to let go anytime soon. you don’t even think he noticed because all that was written on his face was annoyance and irritation.

the mask he barely held together had long melted the minute he turned around and strung you along. not including the voices of the crowd, the silence between you two was loud.

he was about to lose his marbles. that spoiled prince, chatting with you as if you knew him since forever. if jamil hadn’t intervened, he would’ve probably swept you away and convince you to join royal sword academy. always getting everything he asked.. why wouldn’t he? while jamil fought tooth and nail to get what he desired, all minhaj had to do was ask.

jamil had worked too hard to get you to even glance at him, to make you think he’s worth something.. but even so, he doesn’t know if that’s even the truth. he—

“jamil?” you say his name, breaking the silence between you two. he froze in his tracks, glancing back at you with a neutral expression.

“yes, prefect?” jamil replied before you suddenly squeezed his hand and began to run. it was sudden, it was chaotic, you were running like someone was chasing you. “prefect?! where in the world are you going?!” he shouts, though all you did was laugh at him in response. his heart pounded in his chest, almost all the surfacing anger being lifted at the sight of your smile.

the smile meant for him, he hoped.

you finally stopped by a bench, allowing jamil to catch his breath before glancing up at you. “by the seven, what was that for?” he manages to breath out, resting his hand on the bench.

“to get your mind off your doubts.” you stated simply, letting go of his hand with a proud look on your face. jamil simply tilted his head to the right with a confused look on his face.

“excuse me?” he asks almost offendedly before you get closer to him. his gaze went from your face to the ground below him, holding his tongue and biting the inside of his cheek. he could feel the heat rushing to his face at the close proximity, but he is not trying to let that show.

“don’t lie to me, jamil viper,” you start, pressing a finger to his chest. “we all saw it on your face.” you frowned, though it wasn’t serious. if anything, you looked a bit smug. “a jealous scowl on your face doesn’t suit you.”

jamil lets out an exasperated sigh. “jealous? prefect i—”

“aha, see! evidence.” you grin, throwing him off guard. “in front of minhaj, you actually said my name! you don’t do that.” you laugh, watching his eyes widen. jamil grumbled something under his breath before you took his face in your hands.

“jamil, you know i’m not going anywhere, right?” you ask, tempting him to look at you. “right now, my home is at night raven college. and right now, my heart is too full of you to leave.” your statement was bold, even for him. he slowly put a hand over your own, looking you in the eyes.

because of his unique magic, nobody likes to look him in the eyes whenever they speak. they look everywhere but his face, everywhere but him. to them he is nobody, to them he is a threat.

but you? you look him in the eyes without a second thought. there is no fear, no hesitance, no second guessing. you look him right in the eyes without a doubt in your mind that you can put your full trust in him.

the words on his tongue were lost, his mouth hanging slightly agape. you chuckled before letting go of his face and letting him take a moment to let out the breath he was holding. he pulls the hoodie of his sweater over his eyes, trying desperately to hide the blush that inevitably took over his entire face.

“let’s.. let’s just get going.” he grumbled, walking ahead of you with quick steps. how did he even meet someone as unpredictable as you?

as you trailed behind, you’re about to approach the large crowd you two once got separated in. he stopped walking and turned back to you.

“hm?” you hum, watching jamil come closer. he grabs your hand and held it tightly. “oh? feeling like a gentleman?” you chuckled, teasing him a little.

not wanting to be the only flustered one, jamil raised your knuckles to his lips and brushed against them softly. you felt yourself eat your words as it was your turn to feel your pupils blow wide open.

“now we can’t get lost, right [MC]?” jamil murmured, unable to hide the smug grin creeping up on his face.

you two walked back to nrc hand in hand, a comfortable silence hanging between you two as you weaved through a crowd.

if this is what his jealousy entailed, then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

A/N: seeing how jamil acts with the new rsa student is so funny i had to write something asap i am in love with you jamil viper

date published: 03/28/26

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆ Cool With You (Minajael Tealrajah x GN Reader)

a/n: I WORK HARDER THAN THE DEVIL Prefect is quite bold and wise here but I like it that way. They may be quiet and reserved but with the right people or situation, they get to have the upper hand c/w: minuscule yandere towards the end, a little OOC? Though we still don’t know how he really is, just some comfort

now playing: newjeans - cool with you

In one of Minajael’s nightly adventures, the prince met someone he believed would change his life forever. Raised in a strict environment with limited options, Minajael developed a rebellious spirit. He frequently sneaks out to explore the town, a place he seldom visits due to the palace’s strict regulations. These escapades keep him grounded and calm his nerves. He revels in wandering freely, enjoying the vibrant lights, the bustling activity that continues even after dark, and the peace he finds in quiet spots while gazing at the star-filled sky. Now that he has enrolled in the Royal Sword Academy, he feels a newfound freedom, far from his people back in the palace. However, this does not prevent him from indulging in solitary night excursions, relishing the enchanting nights on Sage’s Island.

On this particular night, Minajael felt overwhelmed by stress as the Spelldrive competition approached in the coming weeks. Additionally, his responsibilities as housewarden had been mounting, and his parents had reached out to remind him of his betrothal. Feeling burdened by it all, as soon as he stepped into his room, the prince pulled out his trusty hoodie disguise from the drawer, put it on, and leaped out of the dormitory window. With a bit of parkour skill, Minajael had become familiar with the secret route to escape the dorm unnoticed. With a specific destination in mind, he made his way to RSA's very own mirror chambers and stepped through one of the mirrors.

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The chosen spot was the town's bay, in a small secluded area to be exact, where he could relax on one of the benches and gaze at the stars. However, he was taken aback to find another figure occupying the bench he typically claimed for himself. This area is usually deserted on this day at this hour, so why was someone else here, sharing the same experience? Before he realized it, Minajael found himself captivated by the other person until their eyes met, and they turned to him.

“Can I help you?” Surprised at their question, the prince panicked a little.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was being impolite.”

“It’s alright. Though am I distracting you? Do you want me to leave?”

“… Not at all, I am completely fine with your presence.”

Minajael feels an unusual energy radiating from this specific individual. Their mere presence appears more imposing than that of a prince like him. It’s as if an otherworldly aura surrounds them, making his own title seem insignificant. This leaves him feeling slightly anxious and on edge, behaving not how he usually does. But one thing for sure is that he doesn’t want to leave them just like that. For them not recognizing him nor fawn over him, he finds pleasure in that.

“Hm, alright. Just so you know I’m cool with you being here too.” The boy hums in acknowledgment to their statement and sits on the other end of the same bench the stranger sits on. To label someone as distracting might seem like a harsh judgment, yet Minajael finds it difficult to dismiss the other person's presence so easily. Even in the shadows, he can perceive that they are easy on the eyes.

“It seems like you and I are quite the same for coming here.” The prince looks back at the other person, surprised that a conversation has begun.

“You think I can’t feel your gaze? I figured you might want someone to talk to. You seem to have a lot on your mind.”

You know me like no other.

Minajael found himself at a loss for words. It felt as though he was suddenly inclined to share all his thoughts and feelings with this unusual stranger. While there was a comforting aura, he recognized that he needed to maintain his composure. However, seeing that this person appeared to be around his age, he thought maybe it was acceptable to express a few of his emotions.

“It’s just,” he pauses for a brief moment, “there are many things to think about. School is one, but there’s also…. something I want to break free from.” He takes a deep breath. “I yearn for my own path… my own choices. I wish I could escape all of this.” Both figures remained silent for a moment, with the wind gently sings in their ears.

“Well, that explains the sneaking out,” replied the prefect, glancing at Minajael’s secretive attire while the boy shows a hint of embarrassment. Yet, there’s really nothing to contest.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to write your own story. In fact, that’s what you’re meant to do. What you’re up against may seem daunting, but I truly believe you’re heading in the right direction.” Minajael looks directly at them, while their gaze remains fixed on the stars. The stars, twinkling brightly against the velvet night, seemed to whisper encouragement, as if the universe itself was in on their secret conversation. A sense of camaraderie blossomed in the silence, binding them together in shared understanding.

And I think I like your point of view.

“Do you ever feel like the world is just too vast?” Minajael asked softly, his voice barely rising above the gentle rustle of the leaves. “Like there’s so much out there, but you’re stuck in a tiny corner of it?”

“You want my opinion about this world?” He gazed at them with a puzzled expression, unsure of what that meant, but the prefect continued.

“This world, I’m not even supposed to be here, if you believe that. I’m not here by choice.” Minajael found himself quite bewildered by this assertion, yet he assumed it was the reason they were here. Still, it left him feeling rather odd—what could they mean by not belonging in this world?

“But to answer your question, I do,” they replied, their voice thoughtful. “Maybe that’s why we have dreams—to remind us that the world is as big as we dare to imagine. And every step we take towards those dreams makes it a little less daunting.” Minajael felt the warmth spreading through him to know he wasn’t alone in his feelings. Though he still couldn’t shake off what the prefect mentioned earlier.

“What do you mean when you said you’re not meant to be here?” Instead of answering the boy’s question, they just smiled sheepishly.

“I gaze at the stars because I want to believe I’m sharing the same view as they are.” The prefect offered the prince an apologetic expression, conveying a yearning for something too abstract for him to grasp. Their eyes sparkled like the stars above. Unbeknownst to him, a blush crept across Minajael’s cheeks. Yet, before he could utter a word, the prefect quickly informed him that it was already too late and they needed to return without delay. As they spoke, the prefect gently tapped his shoulder before swiftly darting away. Minajael could only watch in the direction they had gone while placing his hand on the area they had touched.

You can come back to me. I don’t care what other people say.

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In his room once more, the prince felt a sense of restlessness, tossing and turning in his bed. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the enigmatic stranger he had met that evening. He regretted not inquiring about their name, but with his sharp eye for detail, he speculated that they might be a student from a nearby school. Yet, he found it hard to believe they truly attended that institution. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the thoughts of how he could have engaged with them more meaningfully. He vividly recalled their eyes, brimming with longing, and wished he had spoken up. Setting aside his concerns, everything about that person made his heart race. It wasn't just their striking appearance; it was their bold character and candid nature, as well as their nonchalant attitude towards his title, if they knew who he was that is. They were perceptive and compassionate—what more could he desire than another opportunity to officially introduce himself and get to know them better? That night, he prayed for the chance to meet again soon.

Don’t let me go. Dreaming of each other.

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Weeks passed, and the boy had yet to encounter the stranger he spoke with that night. He returned to the same spot on several evenings, but they never appeared. Still, he clings to every word they shared with him as he confronts the reality around him.

You may be on my mind. Everyday, baby, say you’re mine.

The long-awaited day has finally come for his school to confront the neighboring school, Night Raven College, in a competition. Even though he recognizes a few familiar faces from that school, he feels a sense of irritation at having to compete against them almost every year, particularly during the spelldrive competition. The atmosphere at that instituition is filled with rowdy students, and he struggles to find a single friendly face among them. As he walks alongside his fellow housewarden, Rielle, he unexpectedly spots a familiar face in the crowd. Those same eyes he had seen that night now stand out clearly in the daylight, and he can't seem to look away. The prefect is engaged in conversation with a group of NRC students, particularly two individuals with striking red and blue hair who are standing unnervingly close to them. Noticing his gaze, the two figures respond with a glare, realizing he is staring at their friend. Ignoring their hostility, he continues toward their direction, only to be intercepted by a familiar figure—Jamil Viper. Minajael can sense the annoyance radiating from him. As Viper engages him in an unwanted conversation, it becomes clear that he has a hidden agenda to block his path as the prefect, along with their two friends, walks away.

With that, the boy must devise alternate ways to reconnect with his beloved stranger, no matter how intense this rivalry may become. He needs them to be his.

You and me on my mind. Everywhere, baby, say you’re mine.