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Real eyes realise (1)

joseph descamps × fem!reader

warnings: violence? yk what scene is in this, Joseph's eye gets stabbed, idk what else to tell you

☆mixte 1963 masterlist

the first time Joseph saw her was on the first day of school, circa 1963. Voltaire Lyceum had made the progressive decision to turn into a mixed school, allowing ten girls to enroll in the school. one of those girls was y/n. she wasn't anyone special, really. her father owned a corner shop in a quiet neighborhood, while her mother worked as a secretary at a newspaper agency. nothing special, nothing extraordinary.

and yet, through her parents' hard work and dedication to making sure their daughter got educated, she got ready for her first day in Voltaire high.

her mother stopped her on the door before she left, patting the daughter's dress down, then fixing her hair, ensuring that her headband is on properly. "look at me. make sure to behave properly there. if anyone bothers you, don't make a scene. and do not embarrass yourself or us by extent" she said in that harsh yet caring motherly tone. her gaze barely softens after that. "and do good, dear. i know you can" she says before rushing off to work. 

the young girl left her home soon after, saying goodbye to her father who was already running the shop in the bottom story of their house before she got on her bike and began riding to school. she rode her bike, looking around at the city, observing the people walking around, all with their own lives, all with their own routines. she quickly reached Voltaire high, seeing all the students around, mainly boys. she parked her bike, secured it and took at deep breath.

and so, she entered Voltaire high on a breezy yet sunny September morning

meanwhile Joseph Descamps had a slightly different morning. his morning wasn't filled with the nerves that y/n had. his morning was filled with excitement. as was for any boy, i mean, a bunch of teenage boys who've only ever had male classmates now having female classmates? all of them were excited. and especially joseph. he arrived at school earlier than he would've normally, not wanting to miss a moment of the "show", of the new development. he found his friends, took a seat on a bench where he'd have a clear view of the gates, and waited.

and as all boys gawked at the girls who entered the school like animals assessing new food, so did he. he noticed the way she walked, posture straight but with her eyes locked down, as if she didn't want to attract too much attention, but also did not wish to be invisible. her dress was neatly ironed and modest yet fashionable, in a way that complimented her. he kept his gaze on her as she walked to the small bulletin board and read the hung up papers, figuring out which class she'd be in. he silently hoped to be in the same class as her, but then again, didn't every boy wish to be in class with one of the girls?

his wish came to fruition when he saw her step into class, along with 3 other girls whose names he vaguely caught, something like simone, michele and annick. didnt really matter. he wasn't focused at her at first, no. she was just another girl in class, and he was a prick who was determined to mock the girls to no end. whether it was with remarks, drawings or just plain old sarcasm. 

she didn't react during the whole scene where Laubrac was caught with Descamps' lewd doodle, nor when Michele stood up for the orphan boy, fully aware that Descamps was the culprit. she simply paid attention to what was happening. she too knew the culprit, but didn't botehr backing up michele or alain. she just glared ad descamps for a bit. and, well, y/n's irritated gaze meant nothing to him at the time. why would it? she was just another girl. nothing more, nothing less.

he wasn't fazed by her quiet disapproval during lunch either, nor when she laughed at Simone's bite back at him. her quiet "good one" to simone went in from one ear and out the other. and he certainly didn't pay her any mind when she rolled her eyes while he was setting the water trap behind the door. he didn't care about her quiet wince when Michele got drenched, it was drowned out by his laugh. and he didn't hear her quiet mutter of "oh no" when Jean Pierre burst into the classroom like a madman or a man on a mission to defend Michele, his sister. he didn't even notice that she didn't even tear her eyes away as the fight broke out. and of course joseph didn't pay any attention to her horrified gasp as Jean Pierre punched him across the face, breaking his glasses -which now laid on a random desk- into his eye.

no, the first time he properly noticed y/n was as he fell to the floor, shocked, petrified, and in immense pain as he whined and moaned from the pain coming from his eye. he properly noticed her amidst all that because while everyone else stood frozen in shock, she rushed next to him. her voice was soft, quiet, and concerned, he could barely hear it above his own cries of pain, and not a single word she spoke registered in his head. but joseph could understand that she was there, and he could feel the care that radiated off of her. the worry for a soul who had been nothing but rude to her so far, albeit not directly. the reassuring nothings that she spoke to deaf ears as the pain overtook his senses.

"my eye! my eye, i cant see! it hurts!" his cries were met with soft whispers, gentle hushes and a hand on his shoulder. "shhhh, it's okay. you're going to be okay. shhhh, dont worry angel, you'll be okay. it will all be okay" it was like gently comforting a kid that fell.

for her, it didn't really matter that joseph had been a total asshole so far. the guy just had glass pierce his eye, sure he had made almost everyone's blood boil all day, but he didn't deserve that as a punishment. even as an accident, it was too far. too much. too painful. 

he didn't have the time to ponder on all that too much as he suddenly felt her gone from his side. her warmth suddenly gone, her comforting nothings cut short, the hand on his shoulder replaced by another, by the Dean, who swiftly escorted him out, helped him walk away, called an ambulance and escorted him to it. everything after the punch was a blur for Joseph but he knew that she had shown that concern for him when no one else did. that -maybe unjustified- concern.

Joseph wasn't so sure how to feel about that. he spent some time in the hospital pondering about it. but not too much. 

the second time he noticed her was the day right after. after a hectic afternoon spent in a hospital, and the devastating knowledge that he'd probably never see out of one of his eyes again, and amidst a sea of students who tensed up the moment they saw him, his singular eye searched for her. the girl who showed him such kindness the day before, and of course she was staring right back at him.

she hadn't been able to keep the incident out of her mind. she didn't tell either of her parents about it, scared that they'd get afraid and pull her out of the school, but the image still replayed in her head again and again like a broken looping record. when she had gone to school the next day, dress once again neat and hair on point, the biting of the inside of her cheek gave her nervousness away. it was a different nervousness from michele's, who was scared her brother would get expelled from the school. frankly, y/n didn't see how the blonde girl's biggest concern of her brother's expulsion and not the possibility of the descamps family pressing charges, but she didn't point that out. it wasn't the time nor the place.

she stayed silent as simone comforted michele, saying how "well, descamps won't show up today so no one will remember him" in reference to the school board meeting about jean pierre's punishment. that logic was..questionable and while y/n's mouth didn't say it, her expression certainly did, twisted in doubt. simone didn't have the time to call y/n out on her doubt as silence fell over the schoolyard and all eyes fell to the front gates, and specifically to a boy with a now bandaged eye. y/n's eyes fell on him and stayed, following his every movement.

her brain was filled with worry. sure, Descamps was a jerk, y/n knew that much, but no one deserved that, and how could she not worry after bearing witness to that horrifying punch? after her skirt suit was stained by his blood during her attempt to comfort him? after she softly spoke sweet, reassuring words to his ears like others did to her when she got hurt as a child, the same amount of worry and care in her voice? how could she not worry as she saw his glasses missing almost half a lens after that punch?

on the other hand, he couldn't fully see the worry behind his eyes. he couldn't see how she winced when she saw the eyepatch hiding one of his beautiful eyes, how her expression shifted and her words of defense died on her tongue before she could speak them as she got distracted by him entering the school. he didn't see all that. just two e/c eyes staring right back into his one eye with the intensity of someone who knew him for years and saw him get hurt. that baffled him for a second. a complete stranger looking so concerned for him.

meanwhile she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. not from the bandage covering his eyes. not from the way his other eye was practically glaring at everyone and everything, with a dark circle under it. not from the slouch on his walk as he headed to find his friends, a sign of the physical and mental exhaustion he had to go through yesterday.

"it doesn't suit him" she thought. he was too tall to walk so slouched, and his eyes were too pretty to have one of them be covered, forever if she had to guess. it really didn't suit him..

an unspoken tension rose again when he stepped into class. no one dared acknowledge it, but everyone knew it was there. joseph's eyes landed on y/n for a second as he stepped one. he noticed her again. maybe he wanted her to notice him too for a second. he didn't know if he wanted to thank her for yesterday or not. he should've, but he wasn't so sure. 

he didn't thank her, but his gaze stayed for a second longer before he headed to his seat.

his quiet need for her attention -the one he didn't really admit to himself- didn't last for very long though. as time for p.e. came, and he came late for class after locking jean pierre into a toilet cubby, she was already sitting on the benches. something about a sprained wrist she was still recovering from after helping her dad in his corner shop, not that joseph knew that. he too was to sit on the benches. he didn't sit next to her, not even on the same row, but he didn't sit too far away either. maybe that was the polite thing to do, not that he had cared about being polite before, not lately at least.

she saw him sit a bit behind her. he saw her turn to look at him a few times but pretended he was watching the boys play, not letting her know he saw her. the ruckus caused by the boys was soon cut for him by a hesitant yet polite voice. "are you okay?" she asked. when she didn't get an answer besides a blank one-eyed stare she spoke again "right, that was not very smart to ask" she said before clicking her throat and clicking her tongue. "how is your eye?" she tried again. and yet again silence. "right, sorry" she said awkwardly before turning back to the front.

"i won't see from it again" said joseph after a while. he wasn't really looking at her, but was clearly speaking to her. "and i'm okay, i suppose" he hummed, still looking at the game his classmates were. she was surprised to hear him answer but nodded, unsure of how to respond. seeing her nod out of the corner of his eye, he turned to her finally. "thanks for yesterday. for, you know..yeah" he said a bit more quietly and averted his gaze. if him responding hadn't shocked her, this certainly did. "you're welcome".

that was their conversation, they did not talk more. they did not have anything to talk about, really. at the end of the day, they were still strangers. joseph did not know y/n and y/n did not know joseph. but she saw how he glared at jean-pierre when he snuck into their class to talk with his sister.

she waited after school with simone and michele, the two girls she had gotten acquainted with from her class -she didn't really consider her her friends, she had her friend group outside of school- to hear the ruling of jean-pierre's hearing. and when he came out, smiling, telling michele he only got suspended for eight days and a mere warning, the girl felt uneasy in her stomach. sure, she should be happy for her almost-friend's brother not getting expelled, the poor blonde had been nervous all day about the results of her brother's hearing. but on the other hand, in her inner thoughts she wouldn't share, she was left with a feeling of injustice. it was as if jean-pierre had been let off the hook simply because he was a prim and proper student. she could not understand how his reputation mattered, the dude had literally taken joseph's ability to see from one eye, for heaven's sake!

she went back home with this uneasy feeling still in her stomach, even as she rode her bicycle back, as she changed into a more casual dress to help her father with the corner shop, even as she started restocking shelves and arranging boxes in the back. the feeling slowly left as she stayed in the shop, as she chatted with costumers and hummed along to the music playing quietly by a vinyl in the corner.

and it returned as soon as the bell above the door chimed and a certain bandage-eyed boy stepped into the store, looking down...

a/n: okay this is officially a series cause I don't want to write more at once. my writing style is fairly monotone because I don't write too much dialogue so I'll make it a series to be able to read more easily -xoxo, zwzw

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Series: Real eyes realise

(joseph descamps x reader)

☆pt. 1

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Flinches

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

hotel: trivago

tw: mentions of scars, being hurt in general, mental and physical health collapsing, etc.

slight chapter 6 spoilers

reposting it

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the prefect of ramshackle, a student that had a good relationship with pretty much everyone they interacted. known for being confident, self-assured, strong and above all fearless. or maybe irrational, who knows?

those are all positive characteristics that got them known as a powerful cahracter amongst all Night Raven students, even though they were incapable of using magic. so it came as a surprise to some students when someone raised their hand to high-five them and they flinched

but it wasn't weird, in fact, if someone really knew the prefect, they would've expected it

it started when they discovered that magic was a thing in this twisted universe they got teleported into. I mean, don't get them wrong, it was very cool but it was terrifying attending a school full of powerful magic users. and they couldn't even understand how magic worked, therefore in their mind, every move could be an attack against the weakest student in that school

and then they saw the horrible side of magic, overblots

the first overblot happened in the first month of them attending NRC. just as they were slowly getting used to magic, they saw how it could corrupt someone. and they felt guilty for driving the heartslabyul dormleader to the point of becoming the red rose tyrrant, as well as not stopping ace's actions

and so they helped as much as they could against the overblot. their quick way of thought and lack of fear, as well as their ability to keep everyone calm was essential to winning against riddle's overblot. he apologized and no one was too harmed

except from the prefect, whose body was not used to magic and therefore was more prone to being hurt by it. they didn't even realize it until later in the night when they took off their uniform just to see a big red mark around their neck, cause by the heavy collar of wrongdoings that riddle casts around one's neck, along with some tiny scars from the rose bushes

but it was okay, nothing a little makeup from sam's store or some proper injury treatment couldn't help with, right?

and then came the second overblot. and once again, feeling slightly guilty, the prefect helped with fighting off the overblot. the king of beast was a more difficult opponent, but the prefect wasn't scared. they had to stay calm so they could think clearly and therefore win against the monster they had helped create

and they won, and nothing was too bad. if you ignore the way one of their wrists was thinner than the other one, and redder, an almost hand-like imprint on it, almost as if someone grabbed their wrist and it started turning into dust. but it was okay, they just started wearing some gloves that reached up to higher up in their arms than their wrist, it was getting colder after all so it wasn't too weird

and of course, no one dared to speak a word of hiw the beloved prefect would sometimes wince when writing or how there had been multiple instances of them carrying something in their closed hand and drop it while holding their wrist

but the prefect was alright. yeah they were okay

the third overblot came quickly after this one and it made them wonder, how come they didn't consider this as a flaw in their plan? I mean, they had now learned that overblots were not that uncommon. how come the usually sharp prefect was not as collected as usual?

but that didn't matter, they had an overblot to stop. and they stopped it, with the only drawback being the few suction cup marks around their waist and torso and how they were constantly cold, shivering at any given point

but I mean, at least azul was okay, right?

and then there was the holiday break. it was the first holiday break that they wouldn't be spending with their parents. it was lonely to say the least. even the flaming cat-like companion of theirs could not warm their hearts

but the scarabia students did. they welcomed the prefect and their cat friend with open arms, making them feel at home. until of course it all came crashing down when jamil overblotted

and people werent there to help them. I mean, sure the octavenille trio was there but there was no one the prefect could feel comfortable with. but they had to win the overblot, they HAD to win it

and win they did, only a few permanent marks and bruises on their body being left as a reminder of how much they gave for the boys of twisted wonderland

their theory was only fuether proved during the festival. oh how they had forgotten of all the horrible things that happen in this world, they just wanted to see a friendly competition, like the ones they had back home

what they weren't expecting is to be poisoned. poisoned by the fairest queen himself, the person who they admired, poisoned by them. the bitter taste of the liquid they drank was one they'd never forget

but there they were fighting against the overblots once again, their forehead bleeding from a random piece of the stage that fell on them and their body slowly giving out due to the poison

but the overblot was defeated, the housewarden of pomefiore was back, the stage was fixed, the festival was continued and a cure for the poison was given to the prefect

but that cure could not take care of the scar on their forehead or the black veins that stared on their neck and ended on their stomach, like a spider web that permanently stained their body and blood with the horrible poison, that often gave them a lot of pain

but they had to move forward

they. had. to. move. forward.

and then there was idea's overblot. it was a shame really, the sob story of him losing his beloved brother and how he was to blame. almost made the prefect sad, you know if they weren't fighting for their life that is

but they fought and won and got the third-year back, and ortho took care of them. but he couldn't take care of the large burn marks that made it difficult for the prefect to move

but everything was fine

no

no

NO

NOTHING was fine

the prefect looked at themself at the mirror one night after taking a shower, but they only saw a monster. full of scars, discolored body parts, marks. things that no one could heal

and the scars were not only physical

I wonder, how many times did the prefect wake up with horrible nightmares, a sick feeling to their stomach? or how many days did they collapse the moment they got back to ramshackle? and how many times did they talk to their friends through gritting teeth, the pain being overwhelming from them?

but no one noticed. hell, the prefect could bet that no one cared. but then it happened

someone tried to high five them and they flinched. they tried to play it off, but ended up running away in guilt and embarassment. but it was enough

oh it was enough

enough for the people who considered the prefect their friend to understand how fucked up they were. enough to make them understand hiw they had to try and help them

but the damage had already been done and it was irreversible.

original A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH THIS LONG IN A WHILE BUT I LOVE IT

new A/N: I'm reposting this cause it flopped last time but aanywho haha tumblr tou are so cool and good and nice and lovely please show my writing to ppl it took me 2 days to write this

third A/N: if you remember a part 2, I deleted it

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the ramshackle ghost

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

tw: death(obviously, it's a ghost), implied suicide, major character death

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there are many ghosts that live in the ramshackle dorm, but none of them ever stood out

none except this one

a ghost that has confused many students attending NRC. their youthful expression and school uniform makes them seem like they were once attending this school. they are always roaming the halls, not interacting with students but just floating around

now, there are two very weird things about this ghost.

the first one is how they're treated by staff members. while the staff seems to ignore them, many people have heard them address the ghost by a name or title. "prefect" and "yuu" seemed to be the names they listened to

not only that, but staff members seemed almost sad, or guilty when seeing them. it wasn't that easy to miss trein's sighs whenever he spotted them, or how crewel would scold them like he did with the other students but never call them a "bad pup", or how sam let them get staff for free and pretending to not know it when students confronted him about them

but the weirdest staff members case had to be the headmage's. the ghost was often seen lurking outside his office, but not going in. whenever the two would interact with eachother and aura of awkwardness and tension would be filling the room. and is someone dared to complemt crowley while next to the ghost, they'd be quick to shut down the praise and then float away

the second thing making this particular ghost so interesting was the questions they'd ask

it wasn't anything that would be considered inappropriate or threatening, no no no, it was just weird

every now and then the ghost would approach the students and ask them one of two kinds of questions

they'd either ask about the hall of mirrors, asking if a new mirror had been added, or if they were feeling more down than usual they'd ask "has he found a way home", leaving sadly and quietly when they received a negative response

the second kind of question was simple, they'd ask about a few certain people that all happened to attend NRC at the same time. from royals, to celebrities, to people no one had even heard of, the ghost would ask if they were doing well. if the person they were asking about happened to be well-known, the students would reply, making the ghost thank them and float away with a bright smile

but the weird thing was, the people they asked about seemed to not know them. a notable example would be the one of the actor. when he was asked in an interview about a rumor that a ghost from NRC knew him personally his smile dropped for a quick second. then he regained his composure, saying "there were ghosts at one dorm, but none had interacted with me that much"

so no one really knew anything about them, why? because they people who knew the ghost when it was just yuu were scared. scared of what they had done in the past. scared to admit that they were the reason why the prefect did what they did to themselves. scared that the guilt and the shadows of the past would haunt them. scared that regrets will fill their heads, cause they never helped the one who helped everyone else

all that cause no one found a way for the magicless prefect to go back home. and now they can't go home even after death

okay damn, first thing I've written and posted since late 2020, damnnn

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Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

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two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

.

.

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

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friends forever

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

character: azul ashengrotto (before overblot)

tw: bullying, manipulation, using friends, uhh character being a little delulu metaphorically , character ≠ prefect

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friendships

some think of them as the unbreakable bond. others believe that they are not important

friendships come and go. some only last for a brief period of time, being just a phase in someone's long existence. others last forever, until death

some put family above friendships, "blood's thicker than water" or something like that. others put their friends above everything else. they value their friends more than they value their own lives

and others, well others put their personal gain above everything, friendships included

there are many people who fall into these categories. jade and floyd leech fall on the first one -friendships are just phases-, Azul asgengrotto falls on the third one and their best friend, the siren who has been around them since they were in elementary, they fall in the second one -friendships above all-

unfortunately, the third and the second category don't work well together. the young siren knew that all too well

you see, they were willing to sacrifice everything if it assured them that their friends would be doing well. take that one time in middle school, ninth grade, as a prime example

it was an average, cold day in the coral sea. the young one woke up, got ready for school, swam to it with their three friends -swimming purposefully slow so them and azul were swimming with the same speed- , got to school, studied

what they weren't used to, was seeing some kids picking on azul on their way home. they knew he was getting bullied, hell, they had let him cry on their shoulder more times than they could count, but actually seeing it? it made them feel sick to their stomach

"hey!" they yelled to them. "what are you doing? stop that!" they yelled once more as they got closer to the three guys and their friend. "awww look. the crybaby's friend is here to save him" said one of the bullies with a teasing tone. "ohhhh I'm so scared" said another, sarcasm clear in her voice as she laughed, showing her row of razor sharp teeth

"i said stop it" they said as they reached the four, almost reaching azul before the same girl grabbed stood in their path. "are you really so stupid that you would pick on someone? i mean, i knew you were low-lives, but thats just rock bottom. its a little sad" they said, looking at the bullies as they talked. azul looked at them in shock. were they stupid? they were swimming into the mouth of the shark, or well, three sharks

"what did you say?" said the third bully, the one with the long hair. "nothing at all. just that I'd be ashamed if I had to live as one of you" they said swimming closer to the bullies. "its true that you are just some good for nothing embarassments who just can't stop throwing tantrums. really, youre putting shame to your families. i just cant imagine how disappointed they are" they said, venom spilling from their tounge as they spoke. "you little-"

that day the siren didn't win any fights. they did however acquire a lovely set of scars in their right arm. they were convinced that they would've gotten more if the tweels never arrived to join the fight against the bullies

later that week they were called in the principal's office, now accused of starting the fight and bullying students. the bullies had managed to make it seem as if the three who were beaten were actually doing the beating. they took all the blame to themselves, claiming they forced azul to follow their actions, as not to tarnish his name

they ended up expelled

but it was for the sake of true friendship, so no issues, right?

then highschool began, night raven college

the moment they stepped foot in octavinelle as first years, azul made all three of his friends sign a contract stating that they were not allowed to talk about their past with him to anyone, under no condition. of course the siren signed, trusting their friend and respecting his wishes

and when he opened mostro lounge they were so happy for him, even being the first person to apply for a shift

that was when it hit azul. how kind-hearted they were. how naive they were. how exploitable they were

and so, by the time their second year in highschool began, he had them wrapped around his finger. to him, he was just dumping all the extra work and the work that no one wanted to do to them. to them, they were helping a friend

soon all their free time was wasted working at the monstro lounge. they quit their club to work more, they stopped hanging out with their newer friends so they could help a "friend"

their grades were obviously affected by that. once a great student, then an average student, then barely passing. their teachers and classmates alike were worried. worried about the merperson who seemed to show up to school later and later each day, with dark circles under their eyes, only to be the first to leave class but the last to leave the lounge, forcing a smile in front of every last costumer

and when they figured out their signature spell, it was the sweet cherry on top of the cake of a broken friendship.

a powerful spell, fitting of the young siren. a manipulation spell which can make whoever is affected be under the caster's control, as long as music is playing. very good for buisness, don't you agree?

azul certainly thought so. and so he started approaching the siren again. they were old friends, oh how terrible he felt for ignoring them, how much he promised them he'd make up for it, how good he felt since things were back to normal

for them, it was a wave of relief. their old friend, Azul, the kid they grew up with, the kid they defended, the guy they admired, the guy they adored, he finally wanted to get back the friendship they had

they started walking to class together, chatting during their shift, accompanying them until they reached their dorm, it was perfect

they had spent nights and nights crying as they were hoping for this moment. crying until he'd realise that what he did was a mistake

except he didn't

he didn't want to be their friend. he didn't want to spend time with them. he didn't want to sit with them and with his other two companions and have fun

no

he just wanted their spell. just their magic. just to use them for their own benefit

they realised that way too late. or maybe they knew something was up, but they clung onto the feeling that the voice in the back of their head telling them that he's pretending was just lying

it wasn't

and there they sat in azul's office, pen in hand and golden contract in front of them, waiting for their signature. their old friend looked like a stranger, just their employer, just someone they went to the same school with

"you didn't really want to befriend me, huh?"

they said, a bitter laugh escaping their lips as they looked him in the eyes. his composure was as cool as ever, telling them honey-dipped words, promises of friendship, adoration and care. lies spoken as if they were reality

"I will sign the contract. I will give you the one thing I haven't given you yet. I've already spent my time, heart and well-being on you. I've already given you the entirety of my soul, and I will give you the last part of myself. I did promise I'd give everything for you"

they said, putting their signature on the golden contract. bright light filled the room for a few seconds, as they could feel the magic leaving their body

"just please, leave me alone after this. I beg you"

a sorrowful smile decorated their face as they stood up and headed towards the door, excusing themselves from both his office and his life

a/n: I love this, now bye, I have to go cry over chemistry and exams and rizz up character ai bots.

but no seriously, uhh I might go on a break for a bit cause exam season is near, so idk if I'll write at that time so yeah

[xoxozwzw]

the last dance

character: rook hunt

pronouns: they/them

genre: fluffy angst

warning: idk they're about to die or something?

"in an alternative universe where the fire lotuses were not destroyed and Rollo succeeded, two young lovers find themselves sharing their last dance"

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the darkness of the night is broken by the light of the fire lotuses. beautiful, red flowers that burn brightly and lighten up this terrible scene

locals and visitors alike are passed put on the ground, their bodies engulfed by the flowers, while he stands by the Bell of Solace, grinning down like a god at the catastrophe he created

and inside a small room in Noble Bell College sit two students, hugging eachother

they originally locked themselves in there for safety, but now the burning flowers have reached them, and the student can feel their magic being sucked out of them

"mon amour" said the young blonde boy. "I believe this will be the last moment when we can use our magic" he says as he tightens his arms around his lover. "its a tragedy. the beauty of magic will be taken away from us. oh great seven, why are you doing this to us?" asks the young hunter to no one in particular

"we won't be able to attend Night Raven College anymore.." said his partner. "dear, I doubt we won't be separated.. I don't know where I'll go" they say quietly and look down with a solemn expression. "I don't know if or when I might see you again, Rook"

a dark look falls upon Rook's face. "ma chérie, I knew it was too good to be true" he sighs. "my love.." they look at him. "we had such great plans for this trip. we were so excited for the masquerade" they say sadly

they look down, then hesitantly speak. "what if..what if magic is holding me here, in this universe? and once these flowers are done with their job, I'll go back to my world?" they ask as they lift their head to look at him. "I might lose you"

they both stay silent for a few moments, looking at eachother. "well then, dearest" he say with a sad smile, then stands up. "allow me to have a final dance with you" he extends his hand towards them

they look up at him, dumbfounded. but then they smile and nod, getting up to join him. they both get ready to dance with their lover, probably for the last time

admittedly, the room isn't ideal for this, it's too small, too cramped, but the two don't care as they dance silently. neither one dares to speak, as if the silence between them is holy, or a precious artifact that will break with the slightest sound

they're both hurting, mentally and physically. the magic being stripped for them is causing them to feel weak, but they try to ignore it. the mental pain is worse. their whole reality is being flipped upside down, because they didn't realise Rollo's vicious plan in time

"mon amour" whispers the hunter as he looks at his partner, who suddenly feels lighter. "you're disappearing" he whispers tearfully. his partner looks back at him with the same pained expression. "I know, dear, I know" they say and rest their forehead against his

"let's just enjoy the time we have left together" they whisper and holding closer, no longer dancing. the two just hold eachother close, scared. "I love you" he whispers. "I love you too" they whisper back

and then only one person is in the room. the young hunter. his lover is gone. soon enough he passes out from the exhaustion of the fire lotuses draining his magic

when he wakes up at a hospital he's crushed. his lover is gone. when he goes back to night raven college to collect his things, he refuses to answer any questions about that dreaded night. it's a night he wants to forget, but also wants to keep in his heart, for it's the last time he saw his lover

and his lover? well, they woke up in their bedroom, confused. they're sad, but they don't know why. it's weird, but they shrug it off as them having a bad dream, as they stand up

and yet, their hand still finds its way around the necklace with a little bow and arrow charm hanging around their neck

a/n: I wrote half of this at school during like 2-3 periods. anywho HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I hope this year treats all of you well and that you will be healthy and happy<3

[xoxozwzw]

hi!! i have a request! of a fic or hcs either one is great so it's about reader/yuu and grim get stuck in a time loop and they try ways to escape but no luck and they just try to learn to accept it. (at least they will be together forever 🤷)



(Ofc, you don't have to do it if you don't want to.)

hi love! let me tell u I LOVE ur request, I actually wanted to write smth like this but didn't really start writing it so thank u for giving me the opportunity to write it :)

type: angst(-y)

pronouns: they/them

tw: mentions of suicide, poisoning oneself, drowning, mentions of going mad, implied assault(or worse) if u squint, literally losing your mind

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time is a concept of the human mind. it was created by ancient races when seeing the sun's position. throughout the centuries it evolved into the modern concept of time, calculated in days, hours, seconds, etc. science has proven time and time again that time can only move forward, the present was the future and will be the past. that is simply a rule that mother nature set on the universe

that logic of course does not apply to a world as twisted as this one

the beloved prefect, along with their cat-like companion, came to the conclusion that time has little to no significance in this world. it is a concept that the forces of the universe enjoy toying with

it was the first day of school, the welcoming ceremony. or to be more specific, it was the fifty-second welcoming ceremony for that year, for the prefect and grim at least

the first time it happened, they were almost set ablaze by grim as he tried to take their spot as a student. nowadays they just wait for the coffin to open and grant them permission to step out, too exhausted to try and follow the original scenario

and it always goes the same way, step out, head to the mirror, be told that you have no soul, get sorted to ramshackle

'be told that you have no soul' funny. originally the phrase was used by the dark mirror towards the prefect as a way to exclaim that they are magicless. now the prefect thinks that the literal meaning of the phrase fits them way better

and so they live their school life in this endless loop. sometimes they have fun, knowing how things will play out and watching from the sidelines, other times they warn their friends and schoolmates as they are worried for their well being. but no matter what they do, two things remain the same

one is that the students are always unsettled by them

the more the cycle repeats, the more students want to avoid the ramshackle dorm altogether. friends that once fed grim tuna and comforted the prefect during their lowest times now have an unexplainable fear of their old friends. an unreasonable fear

they feel like they know them, but at the same time they have never met them before. they feel as if they have spent years by their side, but they aren't even from the same world

the weirdest thing, though, happened when ortho tried to scan them to get their information. most of their information was normal, except from two things. instead of their age being displayed, the numbers were going crazy, constantly switching, reaching even three digits some times. and their life state? dead

the second thing that remained the same was of course the storyline. no matter what they did, it was always the same. like a broken record that's stuck on the same part of the song. some little things changed, like their grades for instance. when they first arrived they couldn't even understand the logic of this world, by the tenth time they almost knew the whole history textbook by heart

of course, there weren't many positives to the loop. there were so many nights where the prefect was crying their eyes off, holding grim as they were both comforting eachother with their presence. you see, living the same thing again and again can drive you crazy

and when the glass gets constantly filled, it eventually spills

they tried every way to get out of the loop. they drank poison that turned their veins black and filled their lungs with a black cloud of smoke, not letting them inhale any air. another time they reached a cliff on the isle of sage, the sea being under them, covered by large rocks. they fell into it, breaking so many bones that their mind couldn't comprehend it. and then there was the time when they filled their bathtub with water, not stopping the water from running even when the tub was full. they went under water and stayed there until their last air bubbles reached the surface

nothing

nothing happened

every single time they woke up at that god forsaken coffin

why? why were the gods punishing them like that? what sins and crimes did they commit at their past life for them to be punished like this?

they tried everything, everything in their power to escape that cursed routine, but they were unable to

at least they had grim with them. they don't know how much worse the things they'd so would be if he wasn't there to keep them company

what they didn't know was the singular condition for the loop to end

they had to stop their friends from overblotting before they did. together with grim, they had to use their brains and magic to stop the students on their school from overblotting.they had to stop all the negative thoughts from consuming and taking over the people they have seen drowning in ink so many times before. they had to paint the picture another colour, different from the black that was painting the canvas of their lives

but they couldn't

and so the loop continues, as the ramshackle residents fall into an eternal rabbit hole of madness and repetition, with the key to their escape just out of their reach

no I did NOT almost forget grim, WHAT are u talking about. and no I did NOT write this in a total of 30 minutes, in the span of two days when I was on the bus and getting back from school. me? never!!!!

anywho when I reach 100 followers (currently at 91) I will do a "meet the author" so yeah