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IDIA SHROUD WITH A S/O BIG FUCKING BOOOOOOBS, I KNOW THIS MAN PISSING HIMSELF LIKE A SCARED DOG WHEN YOU COME UP TO HIM IN CUTE COSPLAY TOO

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AGGRESSIVE BUT understandable tho because he be hot af 😍

Yo I accidentally deleted this TWICE so if it seems short, chunky, WEIRD, you know why 💀

If I missed any TWs, hmu 😩

C*m Dumpster Maid

Idia x Fem!S/O NSFW 🔞

TW: swearing, degradation, impact play, rough fucking, hair pulling

"Y/N-SHI, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!?"

"Oh, you don't like it?", you asked as you did a little twirl showing off your panties in your oh-so-revealing maid dress.

Idia was frothing. Your breasts were on the verge of spilling out, your neckline was dangerously low while your skirt was dangerously high. So high that each time you even lifted your leg an inch off the floor, his eyes would scramble for a glimpse of your crotch.

"Idiaaa~"

Click clack

Your heels echoed on the floor as you practically skipped towards Idia in your excitement. Finally getting your boyfriend's complete attention as you plopped into his lap causing his game controller to fall out of his hands. Your hands grabbing at his shoulders while your breasts squished against his chest.

"Idiaaaa~"

Your whines slowly turned into moans as Idia roughly thrust into you. Each thrust had you squealing and scratching at his sweater.

"You're" thrust "such a whore"

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to pound into you. Your pussy squelching with each slap of his hips. He hadn't even bothered to take of any of your clothes or his for the matter. Cum getting all over his pants and your dress as he refused to spend a second with his dick dry. The moment you sat on his lap and whined his name; he had already unzipped his pants and slid himself into your hole.

A particularly rough thrust sent you keening and had you seeing stars as Idia grabbed your maid dress, ripping it and sending your breasts spilling.

"Your fucking hentai body!"

"Ah, Idi-"

Your breath hitched as Idia aggressively slapped and groped your breasts before sucking on your nipple and engulfing your left breast. Lewd noises and slurps left his mouth as he continued to devour your breast while fondling the other one.

The rough handling of your breasts, the squelching between your thighs, the way his balls slapped at your cunt each time he used you as a fleshlight. It was too much.

"Idia, I'm going to!"

"No, not yet, Y/N-shi!"

You let out one final moan as you orgasmed and clenched around Idia. As you panted for air, "Ah~ wha-"

Idia began to thrust into you again, even harder than before. Your breathing became uneven as Idia placed a hand on your head and pulled your hair to face him in the eye.

Your eyes dilated as Idia's narrowed while looking at your face with contempt and pity.

"Stupid bitch, now I have to use you like a cum dumpster."

Future Child | Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia X Reader

----It wasn’t everyday you’d find a three year old running around campus causing a ruckus. Usually students wouldn’t have to deal with this, but with Crowley you had to deal with everything. Now… why is it when you catch this small trouble maker it calls you “momma”?

AUs: None Rating: SFW

Note: Hi, hi! So, basically, I wasn't going to finish this and posted it as a WIP and people really liked it. So, then I had no other choice but to finish it! And I hope you like it.

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Crowley in-listed you to help with the child problem around school. No, wait that sounded bad. A young fae no older than five got into night raven campus and has been running amok. Some students say he appeared out of thin air. So, obviously, you: the defenseless, Magic-less human with no knowledge of fae or even how some of these basics of this world work, you were the schools best bet against this ‘threat.’ And so, your oh so kind instructor pushed this task onto you and left.

Not without you demanding an extra allowance, but still.

Thankfully, you were well equipped with a grumpy cat-weasel thing who is so glad to help and definitely did not try and run away. “Ehh? Why do I have to help ya??” Grim whined as he hung limply, your hand firmly grasping his scruff as you held him up. He was so generous and did not need to be bribed at all.

You sighed, “I’ll put some money aside from this to get you tuna.” Technically, that was a lie. No, you were going to fix the window Grim broke from practicing his magic in the house, again.

“I want two cans!” The motivated cat purred and jumped onto your shoulders. Now, you can finally begin your mission and take on this… threat...?

This threat was a real threat!

The sight of the frozen cafeteria did scare you. You had learnt that after you had stumbled upon the frozen dinning hall; all of this was from the baby fae! What on Earth were you suppose to even do once you caught the child?

How would you catch this kid without being frozen exactly? Why were you put on this task?

There was a mountain of ice and a many frozen students who were actively being saved by other students most of whom were made to help. They had gotten lucky in your option. They didn’t have to find the kid. “So much magic…" An awestruck student said, "it’s hard to believe a kid did this.” The nameless person mumbled as they helped thaw the room out. You couldn’t help but hum in agreement to yourself.

What kid could do this when Deuce struggled with making anything but cauldrons while he was somewhere new! It was… overwhelming magic for sure. Even for you to stand in the middle of it, magicless. And this was just the dining hall!

Apparently, you had three more places to check out.

“Not much to see here.” Grim grumbled from your shoulder, just then a ball of fire came hurtling towards the two of you! “Eek!!” Grim squealed jumping of your shoulder while you ducked.

“Sorry!” A no name student called out… He had been using the fire to dethaw some students.

“We should leave… and fast.” You said as you turned to leave in a hurry. You tripped on the ice almost tripped on the ice while you left.

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The very next place you checked was the courtyard, where Mr. Vargas liked to make you run in the blistering heat. PE was horrible. Everyone else got to be on their dumb magic brooms while you were stuck doing laps.

Mr. Vargas did like to make the boys sweat afterwards though. You got to sit on the grass and laugh at them cheer them on! Especially Ace, who always lagged behind.

Anyway, in the place of the field of green grass that your peers used to practice flying on a broom, was a field of fire. Green fire no less. At least it was still green? You stayed a distance away while you watched a group of five students try and summon water magic to help fight these flames. “If you don’t do this right, it’ll be off with your heads!” Next to them, a familiar short, red-haired boy was shouting at them and telling them what they were doing wrong.

You liked to think it wouldn't actually be off with their heads, Riddle was above that... Now. You liked to think it was just motivation to make them work harder!

Because it was mostly Heartslabyul students, it worked. "Hey! Riddle?" You called out to the boy. The Housewarden looked at you and jogged up to meet you a way away from the green flames. Was Sebek here as well? You swore you heard his voice shouting...

"You shouldn't be here. This area is off-limits to anyone outside of the Equestrian club because of the danger." Riddle crossed his arms; his tone was pretty gentle though. You nodded along to what he was saying, because it made sense.

"Crowley wants us to find the Fae doing this, do you know anything about it?" You decided to get right to the point. Riddle was busy enough as it was. He seemed to appreciate it too.

The boy glanced back at the students trying to figure out how to calm the fire and shook his head. "I think I heard a few third years mention a blur of H/C going into the school." He mentioned, you mostly knew the kid was in the school. It was one of the places Crowley wanted you to check out, Mr. Trein's class, after that you didn't really know where the kid could be.

You smiled and thanked Riddle before turning to leave, the boy glanced back at the fire before stepping a bit closer to you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Uh- Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to have tea with me later I-"

"Dorm leader! it's spreading!" A student shouted out, a panicked look on their face as they rushed up to the two of you. Riddle muttered something under his breath, before jogging back to the fire. To step up to calm the flames even more than what the regular student could do so you left.

“This seemed handled enough…” You muttered, a bit disappointed that you didn't get to finish your conversation with Riddle, Grim simply rolled his eyes and you two turned to leave.

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You went to Mr. Trein’s classroom next. Your most boring class of twisted wonderland, history, uh... you think. Truthfully you hadn’t stayed awake long enough to know what class he taught.

It was not for lack of trying either!

He just drew out his words and spoke in just a boring robotic tone, it could put anyone to sleep! I digress. The cat: Lucius liked you too, he tended to let you sleep more while waking up other students.

Anyway, in place of the classroom was… an overgrown forest? In the center of it, you noticed a tall, well groomed, teal haired male, squatting down to examine what appeared to be a mushroom….

Obviously. it was Jade. He was part of the Mountain Lovers Club. The sole member actually if you remember right. Crowley mentioned something about the clubs handling the situations. So...

This seemed… handled-ish….

You would be taking your leave now. You closed the door silently and Grim groaned. "This is so boring." He whined, "Why do we have to do this?!" You shrugged slightly.

"Crowley said he'll give an extra allowance this week if we do this." You mumbled, "We could really use it to fix that window you broke." You reminded the cat. He huffed and glared at you a bit childishly, crossing his furry arms silently on your shoulder.

"I thought you said I could have extra tuna?" He realized, jumping off your shoulder he pointed at you in an accusatory manner; you sighed a bit.

You didn’t have time to find him right now. "We can talk about this later." You walked past him but when he didn't follow you, you turned around.

Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!

Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!

This fae would eat him alive!

Feeling even more motivated and slightly panicked, you ran off to find the cat and disregard the threat that was getting killed by meeting this Fae kid unarmed. Uncated? Either way.

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“Someone help me!” You finally heard Grims's voice after looking for him for... quite a while actually. Pushing the door to the classroom open, you found...

Nothing.

Every potion was on its self, the stirring sticks where the usually go, nothing burned, frozen, or overgrown nothing was… well anywhere. At least anywhere out of place. “Someone, help me!” A cried out a very familiar voice squeaked out. Hesitantly, you walked closer to where you heard Grim’s voice.

This felt like something out of a horror movie.

A cauldron, inside of it was the soft glow of blue flames. No doubt caused by Grins fire ears. “Grim…?” You spoke softly. Peeking inside the steel pot, you saw a young boy, a long tail curled up beside him and one horn on the side of his head. In his arms was Grim, held tightly like he was a stuffed animal. He sniffled and then looked up at you with the most striking green eyes you’ve ever seen…

“Y/n!” Grim cried out, relief flooding his voice and breaking you from the little boy's curse of cuteness.

You plucked Grim from the kid's arms and He crawled onto your shoulders.

“Momma!” The boy, still in the cauldron yelled out, stumbling to get up and jump into your arms, get hindered by the caldron he found himself stuck in. His face was red from tears, and he looked scared… his small hands shaking with fear. He sniffled more, his chubby hands rubbing away his tears as they fell. Your heart ached slightly seeing those tears.

This can't be the same boy running amok in the school's campus. He was just so... non-threatening?

So, without a second thought. You picked the small boy up and cooed at him. Grim stared at you bewildered, His experience far more intimidating them yours.

Didn't you know how tight that boy was holding him?! Poor Grim almost didn't make it. He whined and frowned at the attention you were giving the boy.

Now, you just had to take this sweetheart to Crowley.

Either way, the small boy was absolutely adorable! Sure, he may or may not have caused this week's class cancelations but really, Ace was thanking the boy for it, so all was fine! Back at ramshackle, you realized, he was just a kid.

He was using some crayons to draw. He screamed like a bit of a brat when you tried to make him eat some broccoli you got... You thought it would be good for you and grim and neither of you ate it.

His big electric green eyes that reminded you of… someone? But who was it again? Well, it didn’t matter. The boy had green eyes, H/ced hair and these two small slightly curled horns on top of his head.

His ears were pointed just like a fae’s but just slightly? They weren’t as long nor as sharp as a regular fae’s like Lilia. It was hard to explain. It was the oddest thing- he had a tail as well! A long blackish purple one at that. And he was excellent at magic, if the destroyed campus told you anything. “Are you mad at me?” He looked up at you with teary eyes after you informed Crowley you caught him.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You asked the small boy curiously, blinking at him a bit confused at the question. His large electric green puppy eyes weren’t exactly helping you stand strong and not coddle him either.

“Because I made the rooms a mess…” he rubbed his large cheeks free from stray tears. Not that he was any good at it either, you just shook your head and kneeled to the floor, wiping them away for him.

Something about this boy made you wanted to care for him and protect him- he was just do cute. “Nonsense, you were scared. A little mess is fine as long as you weren’t hurt.” When you looked at him you felt something akin to cuteness aggression. This little fae was adorable! If Crowley didn’t find his parents, you’d take him in!

Ignore how poorly you yourself lived in ramshackle! And how much of your food was canned tuna because Grim insisted on it over actual food.

And the window that you still needed to fix and were most likely going to spend this week's allowance on...

The boy nodded, cuddling into your side like a small cuddly cat.

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He was adorable but children were a handful.

Crowley, after assigning you to catch the kid, gave you the poor child to take care of. So, you had been living with the child for three whole days.

Not to say the kid- who’s name you learned was Casper- was a handful. In fact, he was a sweetheart. He tended to shy away from things a bit, and he was a bundle of nerves sometimes.

He definitely got overwhelmed when left by himself, often resorting to crying and when he cried his magic tended to...

Anyway, Despite the amount of magic he held at his fingertip, he’d rush to you at the slightest creak of the floorboards, held onto you tightly, and hide his face in your shirt.

When it was finally time to go to school you didn’t really know what to do with the kid…? We’re you suppose to just… bring a kid to class with you? I mean, you already bring a cat, and the kid would probably be more well behaved then Grim.

So you brought Casper with you. And it was fine He was very sweet, maybe a little to shy, the teachers did love him. He introduced himself to them from behind your leg.

That was two days ago, now you were in the cafeteria. You hadn't been here in two days because, well you weren't sure if Casper would be okay around the crowd of students. Some of whom were still bitter about the Ice things... and the green fire thing.

“Fufufu, what do we have here?” Lilia popped up out of absolutely nowhere. "I heard a rumor about a trouble make~" He smirked.

“Grandpa Lilia!” The kid for once didn’t shy away. You had expected him to start crying. (He had before after all, when Jade introduced himself to the boy.) Lilia simply smiled and accepted the boy's affections, nodding along as he babbled about his day. Meanwhile, you were staring bewildered at the boy.

And... That was your lunch.

With of course, Ace and Deuce coming to keep you company while Lilia entertained Casper.

Most of your lunch you'd glance at the two. 'Grandpa Lilia?' You wondered why he was unusually not shy? He was a talkative boy to you, but with a stranger, no way... “Where Papa?” He asked looking up at the older fae with his large sparkling eyes. Oh, maybe Lilia knew the boy's parents! He was an older fae himself, right?

“Yes, good question indeed where is your papa?” Lilia asked, before he looked at you, a small smirk on his face, he looked at you like you’d know! You didn’t. You had tried to correct the kid on you being his mom before two- he cried and sulked over it for a while after that. “Well, I best be Off now!” Lilia cheered and gave you the kid back before disappearing off somewhere.

That was weird right?

You day went on- Ace and Deuce were good around the kid. Casper was pretty decent around Ace and Deuce, not too shy but he wasn't rambling like he was around Lilia. "Is something on your mind?" Deuce asked curiously, a mild layer of unwarranted concern.

"It's fine..." You shrugged, "I just hope Crowley find Caspers parents soon." You sighed, and the boy in question looked at you confused. He called you Mom and you basically took care of him, so you figured he thought you were his mom.

Not that you really minded, it wasn't like he thought you were old, fae tended to not age and stay good looking forever basically. Case in point, Lilia.

You really didn't mind, you already took care of Grim, so what's another, milder tempered Grim who didn't run away? "Speaking of the kid- Where is he?" Ace asked, looking around.

Scratch that, the kid wondered off.

"Oh no." You sighed and looked at the Adeuce duo with an exhausted look they couldn't say no too. They'd help you find the kid.

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How on earth did Sebek of all people get Casper?

Sebek, a first year in your class. Some loud guy who you got partnered up with once.

Why didn't Casper run away! You most certainly would and have. Instead, you found Casper on Sebek Zigvolt of all people's shoulders. Now you and Ace were whispering about how to get the kid back. No way you were going to go up to Sebek of all people and have to listen to his "fae are superior" speech... again.

"We should... Lure Casper away with candy." You whispered, Ace gave you a look and shot down your idea.

"Do you want to give him the impression that you should follow random people with candy?" He said looking at you like you just had the worst idea ever. "I say we just grab him and run."

"No, Sebek is faster than us." You noted, "Especially you, he runs laps past you in PE." Ace bumped your shoulder with an eyeroll.

"Where's Deuce?" Ace frowned, you watched with wide eyes as you saw Deuce confidently walk up to Sebek... "oh no." Ace groaned and run up behind Deuce.

You cursed to yourself. "We don't have to follow right...?" you asked the cat who agreed with you, but you knew you kind of had to follow them.

"Hey- Sebek." You smiled awkwardly.

"Mama!" The kid called out to you and reached out towards you. he almost fell off Sebek's shoulders- thankfully you caught him. Sebek looked at you in confusion and maybe a bit judgmentally...?

"No- he isn't..." You sighed and gave up.

"A human couldn't mother a Fae of Caspers caliber!" And so... Sebek began his rant. He started with how Lilia informed him of the situation, and he was here to lift the burden of Casper from your human shoulders.

Really, it saved you the time of informing Sebek you were in fact, not a teen mom. Also, it was weirdly insulting? Like hey, come on, you’ve taken care of him for three days! Almost four, “Casper is pretty happy with me, right sweetie?” You asked the boy who nodded hesitatingly. Wait- hesitantly? “Huh?”

Sebek looked a bit disheartened the Fae kid rejected him, but he was also kind of confused as well. “It’s just… I miss Papa, Mama…” the boys lips quivered a bit.

“No, no! You're not in trouble.” You fell to your knees to comfort the boy.

Apparently Sebek was hanging out with the child because he thought he was Malleus but something went wrong. Perhaps someone used their unique magic in the future ruler of briar valley.

Um… who’s Malleus?

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Day four of having a child.

Today you were going to find this kid someone who looked close enough to his dad. I mean, you apparently looked like his mom enough, so… yeah!

Also, perhaps his brother went to this school and that was how he ended up here. Finding him a dad sounded fun though.

It was a solid plan… “Casper?” You woke the boy up. You put Casper in the guest bedroom ace usually occupied when he was collared. Which was often. Even with Riddle being looser on the rules Ace always pushed sadly. “Today we’re finding your father.” You informed the boy.

“Really!” His eyes lit up. Why didn’t you do this sooner?

“Mhm, just tell me what he looks like-“ and so began Caspers rant on how amazing his father was. How he always makes time for you two even though he’s so busy, how good he was at playing superhero’s- and so on.

You didn’t even realize superhero’s existed here. Crazy. “He has black horns like me!” He grinned up at you, “oh- and black hair and we have the same eyes!” He giggled before again going on about how awesome his dad was.

“Horns, black hair, green eyes…” you mumbled, “and you're a fae, so we should probably go to Diasomnia, they have the most fae of the dorms” you smiled brightly. “This Malleus guy seems promising- and if he doesn’t want to, I’ll just make him!” You cheered and with Casper on your shoulders you were out the door!

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Was it just you or was Diasomnia slightly terrifying?

 Either way, with Casper on your shoulders like you were going to the zoo, you walked on the winding path with thorns around it and into the dorm. The halls were… very long and castle-like. 

Eventually you found the dorm's common room. Witch had three students, only one of which was a fae. With as much confidence you could muster, you approached them. “Hello! Good evening gentlemen… Um, do you happen to know someone whom this child looks like?” You smiled and proceeded to the kid. 

They very politely actually said that they think he looks like Malleus. You asked them to point you to this Malleus, and they again very politely refused. Apparently he was a busy man which was fair. But he was a father now! If casper deems him fit enough (By that you mean mistake him for his father like the boy did you.)

Still, throughout this process, you couldn't help but wonder if you were forgetting someone. 

You kept glancing at Caspers horns… who else did you know with horns? “Tsunotarou! That's who you look like!” You finally realized after an embarrassingly long time. In your defense you had only met the guy once or twice while you were dealing with Leona’s stupid plan, and didn’t Leona mention Malleus during his overblot?

“That's what you call Papa!” Casper cheered, his eyes widening in awe. Okay so, either that was a common name… which you doubt or Casper had a weird background. 

“Khee Khee what do we have here?” Lilia appeared out of nowhere! …again, still you jumped! 

“Mama is going to find Papa today!” Casper cheered in all his three year old glory. Picking the boy up and lifting him to sit on your hit you nodded. 

“Mhm! I’m going to meet this… Malleus demands he becomes Caspers father or pay child support!” You claim confidently because in reality, you were beginning to doubt the plan you came up with at 3am and woke up early for. “Tsunotarou would be a better bet but I really don’t know where that guy is… or his real name.” you muttered to yourself. 

Either way, Lilia clapped and with a large smile said this: “You're in luck! Malleus just finished his breakfast and should be heading over for his morning coffee.” So, without verbally questioning why he knew that you smiled and plopped down on the common room’s chairs watching a bit nervously as Lilia wandered off again. 

So… You were really dumb. Realistically this was a horrible plan bound to fail, but you already came this far. 

Didn’t all your friends always comment about how scary Malleus was? Wasn’t he like one of the top mages of this world? 

Okay, maybe if you didn’t come up with this plan at 3am last night you wouldn’t be so royally screwed! Hah, get it because Malleus is supposed to be some royal of… a whole nation right? Yeah, this was a bad idea. 

Getting up to leave, you heard Casper cheer for his father.

“Child Of Man?” 

“Tsunotarou?” You turned around, “Actually- no this is better than getting smited by some scary mage! Okay so I have been looking for… you, for a while!” You smiled, “This is our son: casper.” You introduced them. 

“Papa!” 

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“Mm, He does look like me.” Tsunotarou hummed; he knelt beside the child, titling his head curiously as he observed the child. “Your horns are coming in nicely aren't they?” He commented with a small smile, the boy nodded enthusiastically. 

“Mhm! They should be as big as yours soon!” Casper giggled. 

“Your speech is also advanced for a child of your age.” The older boy smiled, It was a very touching sight actually. 

“It is. Ace and Deuce have been helping me teach him some bigger stuff too.” you stated proudly as the younger boy nodded along. You sat beside where the boy stood in front of his new father. Your back against the armrest, you sat planted on the floor. “The headmage said he would be dealing with getting him back home but I have to take care of him till then.” You sighed. 

“I see, so you thought to find me as I am the child's father?” Malleus asked curiously, an eyebrow raised almost teasingly.

“If you’ll believe it, yup.” You nodded along, I mean if he believes that the kid is his, why not get him to take responsibility for that sweet child support money?

“I see, so Crowley is making the proper arrangement to get you back to us in the future.” 

“Wait, so he's actually my kid?” you couldn’t help but blurt out. Tsunotarou merely chuckles. “Am I dumb or are we actually like his parents?” You whispered a bit to Tsunotarou and stood up, he followed after you standing up as well. 

“Mm? Crowely didn’t inform you?” he said with an amused and sly smile. “I suppose it's time anyway we get properly introduced seeing as you are my future spouse” He smirked, his hand on his hips.

“I am Malleus draconia”

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Fun Fact:

The events of this takes place after Heartslabyul’s and Savanaclaw overblot. So y/n doesn’t know Tsunotarou is Malleus.

Also, Lilia knew all along.

Also, also, I'm sorry this sucked lol

NOTE: Sorry this slightly sucked I didn't really plan to actually finish the WIP I posted it as "Forever unfinished" and people liked it so I thought I'd do this anyway!

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Looking yourself up in the mirror, you let out a satisfied hum at your choice of clothing. Like any other weekends, you've finally planned out your trip to Pyroxene, suggestions given by Cater himself that there's a wonderful shop that sells clothes AND pastries.

You wanted to spoil yourself rotten given the past circumstances that gave you zero chances of going out for some required alone time. There's nothing wrong with your friends, you love them dearly but sometimes having to chat and meet up everyday socially drains you.

So you had to plan out a trip without them, a tinge of guilt brewing in your heart. Shaking your head, you cursed the damned feeling as you know that they would understand your reason of doing so and will give you plentiful of space if told. You know them far too well despite living in this world for a short time.

As you were doing the last finishing touches to your attire, your phone blasted out your designed ringtone, accompanied by the loud buzz from it vibrating against the table. You rushed towards the direction of the table , hastily picking it up in your hands before answering the call. Unfortunately for you, your ears weren't prepared to be served with loud yelling, the sound of what seems like wood breaking in the background set an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"P-Prefect?! Are you there?! Can you hear me?! We're having a problem and looking at how things are going, we need more hands!!"

"M-more hands?! What the hell did you guys-"

"Sorry, can't sweat the details right now! Just- Head to the school corridor!! The one near alchemy class!! Quick!!"

Within a second, the call was cut right off. It seems like this world LOVES pissing you off in a multitude of ways. You can't go out looking like this! Not when you're about to head out for your trip! Your precious clothes are bound to be dirtied once the problem's solved and you'll have to either throw it into the trash or throw them into the laundry, depending on the severity of damage done to your clothes but nonetheless, the day's ruined!

With a groan, you decided to suck up and went out the door with your current clothes since there's absolutely no time to change out of it! All you could think right now is the urgency of the matter at hand and the safety of your friends is top priority! Minutes passed by and from the moment you've entered the west wing of the school, there were vines crawling everywhere, growing rapidly and ensnaring any pillars in its wake. More and more as you head towards hallway of the alchemy classroom, the vines grew number in size to the point that they're piling all over the floor. You nearly tripped in your run but luckily you caught yourself in the nick of time, proceeding on with your journey.

Coming to stop, you've finally reached your destination. Hair sticking to the back of your neck due to all the sweat you've accumulated, the muscles in your legs burned with ferocity and were desperate for rest. Maybe you should thank Mr.Vargas for all the intense training he run you through- Nevermind that, you should focus on what's happening in front of you

From the looks of it, it seems to be a case of a plant upsurge, thankfully it's not one of the poisonous plants that Mr.Crewel that asked everyone to steer clear of. Thinking back, didn't Mr.Crewel asked the five of them to remake that growth potion...Did they messed up that bad remaking it?!

"Is everyone-Woah!" you yelled, stumbling mid sentence before latching on to the broken door hinge for dear life as the vines on the floor came to life, gleaming with a mysterious light before swelling erratically. The sudden jerky movements sent you down to your knees yet it made you tighten your grip more.What seems like an eternity finally came to an end. The large bulbous vines thinning out akin to an inflatable pool being punctured with a needle, leaving only flabby and dried out vines strewn across the room

The six of you were greeted with silence, still too stunned from the sudden cease of onslaught done by the plant. You steadily rose up to your feet, hands still clutching to the door hinge for support before letting go. "What a drag.." you muttered before sighing softly. The condition of your clothes was a tad bit dirty with some soil splotches here and there but thankfully no tearings, in to the washing machine it goes!

Scratching his head, Ace couldn't help but let out a whine. The potion messed up, a part of this designated school floor is covered in vines meaning that he have to clean it up, his labcoat's covered in soil and whatever that came out of the plants! Well, at least nobody knows that it was his fault for putting too much auxin powder into the cauldron-

"Could've been worse but anyway! Now that you're here Prefect, let's- oh damn, look at you. All prettied up for what cause I wonder?" The redhead whistled at the sight of you dressed up in clothes he'd never think he'd see you in. Licking his lips in anticipation as his red eyes trailed your form up and down. "Why the hell are you whistling at- P-Prefect?!" Just as Deuce was about to raise his hand to smack Ace's head, his face blossomed into a bright shade of red the moment he laid his eyes on you

Curious to what's happening to the both of them, the tall wolf decided to turn his head to your direction. Golden eyes taking a glimpse of your form sent electric jolts all over the wolf's body, a feeling that's entirely new to him. Jack was quick go turn away, his canine ears pining to the back of his head while faintly cursing at his tail that was swishing from side to side, unable to hide the excitement brewing in his gut and somewhere

Though, not everyone's reaction was the same as them. You found yourself being roughly yanked on the arm by the lime haired freshmen. Instead of being flustered by your new look, he had rage written all over your face. His sharp canines glinting under the light as he gritted his teeth in anger. "Don't you have any shame for yourself, human?! Your way of dressing is-" He stopped abruptly, breath hitching in his throat as he started to register at how breathtaking you looked, your plump lips looked so divine and its so close for him to just come and bite it

Scoffing, Sebek pushed you away from him. The frown on his lips isn't as evident as before but you can still tell that he's angry, judging how his eyebrows are still furrowed. Shaking his head in a disapproving manner, he promptly took off his coat before placing them on your shoulders, gloved fingers already working on their way to button it up (you swear, this crocodile bastard is so impatient that he didn't give you time to slip in your arms into the sleeves of the coat-) "As your friend, I'm obligated to protect your honour AND dignity, human. Be grateful for it" said Sebek. Vaguely, a slight growl could be heard when he turned his heels away from you, leaving you stupefied from the swift withdrawal.

The coat was large enough for you to easily shift and slip in your arms to occupy the sleeves section. Though the stained clothing was comically large on you, the hem of the fabric reaching up to your lower thigh as to remind you the vast size differences you have against towards the male. "Um..(Y/N)..?" Looking over your shoulder, you were met with mesmerizing ocean coloured eyes that seemed to glitter with pure adoration. Epel smiled now that he have caught your attention as you certainly did with his as well

"Please don't mind Sebek! I don't find your way of dressing to be shameful! In fact, you look wonderful! Beautiful even!" Said the lavender haired male. "Did you always had those clothes tucked away in your wardrobe or did you recently bought them? Ah, they compliment your eyes so perfectly too!" With each question he asked, Epel ends it a compliment. The boy couldn't help it after all, you looked so ethereal that you deserved to know how alluring you were to them so he decided to shower you with praises.

Shyly, Epel took out his phone from his pocket as he looked up to you with puppy-dog eyes. "(Y/N)...could you unbutton the coat? You look amazing with that outfit so I can't help but want to take a picture of you in it.. That's okay, right?" His words seemed to ooze with sugar as they sounded so so sweet to you. Just as you were about to give your answer, you were immediately cut off by the sound of Ace's booming voice

"Hey, hey, hey!! No pictures until we're done cleaning, Felmier! (Y/N)'s isn't in her perfect sexy glory if she have all of those patches of dirt on her clothing!" Not a second after Ace yelled those words, a loud smack came soon right after along with a loud 'fuck!' sputtered by the auburn haired male. The smacker was no other than Deuce, who's fist was curled up almost like he was ready to punch the lights out of his dorm mate.

"You DO NOT disrespect (Y/N) by calling her sexy!" Deuce hissed "So what?! You're telling me she's not?!" Ace barked right back at his navy haired freshmen. Briefly, his gaze collided with yours and again, his face turned bright red. Lips forming a straight line as he muttered something under his breath before clearing out his throat. "She looks... attractive" he exclaimed. The features on Ace's face scrunched up in disagreement. "No wonder you're not a hit with the girls, your compliments are dry, Juice" "Say that to me one more time and I'll punch you right here and now Trappola"

"Both of you quit it already! And don't try to drag (Y/N) in this, we're the ones who screwed up the potion so it's on us to clean it up" Jack huffed, clearly annoyed by the argument between the two Heartslabyul students. In response, Ace stuck out his tongue to the wolf beastman. "That's lame! The more hands, the more better you know!" He whined.

This comment was met with stern gazes that seem to bore into his figure, clearly not amused. "The more hands, the more better my ass, Trappola. You're going to skimp on the work and pass it on to (Y/N), weren't you?" The beastman growled lowly, veins threatened to burst if the red eyed male in front of him decided to add any more comments of you wanting to partake in the clean-up session

Sheepishly, Ace looked away from the stern gaze, opting to look at the ceiling as if it sparked some kind of interest in him. "Maybe. Just a little" Like a joint choir, everyone in the room except Ace let out a sigh as they figured about his intentions on why he was keen on you to help out. As the boys went off to start cleaning likewise how Sebek started on tugging and pulling the vine off like a breeze, Jack spun to your direction.

His tail eagerly beginning to swish from side to side. "Then..(Y/N), you can sit this one out and head back to your dorm to change up or if you want, you could just stay...M-Mainly because it's for supervision reason! I trust you enough to keep the cool in here because I'm sure I would have beaten someone into a pulp" With the last few words being exclaimed loudly, clearly directing it to Ace who replied with a quick 'fuck you!' before going back to peeling off the vines from the walls

"Obviously I'm not going anywhere, you guys are up to each other's throat when I'm not around" Jack's golden eyes seemed to brightened up even more when you agreed to stay, ears perking up as a soft smile appeared on his lips. Nodding, he turned to look at Epel who was beside you who got his message.

Carefully, he wrapped his arm around yours, tugging it gently as to motion you to come and follow him "You can sit over here, (Y/N)! The place's clean so you don't have to worry about your clothes, I promise!" The ocean eyed boy assured you not before tapping a finger on his pocket where his phone was kept. "Remember! We'll take pictures okay!" Epel walked away, seemingly bouncing in each of his steps

"CLOSE YOUR LEGS WHEN YOU'RE SITTING, HUMAN!" Just as you were about to get comfortable sitting by shifting your legs open, you were reprimanded by no other than Sebek. How quaint of him to do so

• A Titan and its Slayers •

➽ I made the right call of making her go with Leona and Jamil instead of the Prefect and Pomefiore trio. Also I noticed how the three of them have a problem with being in the spotlight 彡໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७彡. (Jamil and hiding his skills, Leona and his birth order issues, Phoebus and her necessary evil dilemma—). Most of Jamil and Leona’s dialog are based off of Otome Ayui’s translations!

Summary ➽ Split into three teams, the ghostwriter finally reaches a buried truth thanks to the heroism of an uncrowned king and an unveiled tactician.

Word Count ➽ 2.6k

Trigger Warnings ➽ Mentions of S*icide and depictions of death.

Other notes ➽ SPOILERS FOR IGNIHYDE ARC

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“...It’s too cold”

A comment by Savanaclaw’s Dorm Leader halted the other two. The events that transpired up until now left an uneasy feeling within the ghostwriter’s stomach. It hasn’t been five minutes since they left the last phantom asylum, where a distasteful memory reopened in her subconscious. On the bright side, her two upperclassmen have finally ceased their dispute but her worries rekindled when a chilly breeze rose to their altitude.

“Cold..too col- hold on.”

The ravenette saw her own breath manifest as a minuscule cloud of air, the only time this can occur is if they were in an environment with temperatures lower than average. Phoebus shot her gaze back to the other two students, expression tense and struck with the realization that—

“Ugh!- where’d the gust come from!?”

The trio took a sharp step back away from the ledge, a rising force began to ascend leaving none of their senses unalarmed. Jamil’s squinting allowed him to catch sight of other projectiles shooting from the tower’s inner walls, all likely coming from the very thing they were about to face.

“There’s wind and ice everywhere- A blizzard?!”

“This sound- and it's getting stronger…It's here!”

“It’s excreting something!- Blot?!”

It had to be at least five meters tall give or take, its size being the last of the trio’s concerns when it clawed its way up from the rigged ledge. Jamil’s expression finally lost its composure after spotting the elongated vial of what they presumed to be ancient blot, the body of the titan cultivated by ice in its every inch.

“Is that- Phantom Titans Crystal?!”

A fierce roar pierced the cold atmosphere, from their earlier trials the group knew phantoms can take many forms, some slithered, others crawl, but one with the ability to speak? The three shared the same thought; a reaction to the difference in intelligence between the other phantoms and the first generation… these Titans.

“J̶U̶P̵I̴T̵E̷R̵!̶ ̸W̷H̸E̴R̷E̷ ̸A̷R̸E̷ ̶Y̴O̵U̷?̴!̷”

Phoebus merely conjured a fleeting thought, Jupiter? Zeus’ Roman counterpart? As a native of earth, she did half expect some overlaps with Twisted Wonderland’s culture and the ones present in her world but the girl didn’t have time to dwell on the connection. Leona’s footing was hindered by the frost forming on the uneven floor, Jamil’s senses urged him to pull back the other two before the beastman grunted out an order for them to retreat into the hangar.

“Don’t you dare zone out! Follow me!”

…

The room looked fairly the same as the ones they were kept in earlier save for a few more compartments, likely storing other emergency supplies but that's as best as the ravenette’s guess was. Echoes of objects falling sounded through the vicinity trailing into muffled signals where the group stood. The two men shut the door in a hurry while Phoebus sauntered over to the wrecked pile of materials, carefully segregating them into smaller piles to reveal a long wall of shelves and storage. Leona reached a hand to his forehead, sweeping some of his fringes away from his skin before the third year leaned against the barricaded entrance.

“This door belongs to a big facility, I'm not surprised by how thick the material is..”

The Scarabia Vice Dorm Leader was about to do the same after abruptly pulling the door shut, he felt the subtle soreness settling in his arms but it wasn’t anything alarming. Before his back could make contact with the metal door another shrieked demand invaded the already chaotic environment.

“G̸E̷T̸ ̴O̴U̶T̵!̸!̶!̶”

Jamil’s gaze shot back to the wall’s glint, the sight of frost sheathing forced him to stand back from the sealed entrance as if that were the enemy itself. The Ramshackle first year rejoined her upperclassmen where they stood after her rushed inspection of the toppled junk. By now Leona had stopped his rest against the wall, the chill becoming more evident by the second, especially with how fast the temperature was dropping.

“It's freezing the door, is that Titan thinking of shattering it once it's a chunk of ice?"

"It's only a matter of time before it breaks in!”

The banging only increased in its aggression, the three of them didn't need to visually see its figure out the door for them to know how furious it was. Leona gritted his teeth, fangs protruding more than ever before he pinched the bridge of his nose; only now did he turn to face his juniors.

“I’ll guard the damned door, you two find the thunder spear- we need it to beat that wretched thing.”

Their simultaneous affirmation met Leona's hearing before the trio dispersed. Jamil opted to rummage through the higher shelves allowing the Ghostwriter to handle the lower tier compartments. They were genuinely doing their best to execute this teamwork as efficiently as possible but the pounding force Leona was handling didn't help in letting the younger students focus.

"No sign of it— ugh!— did the staff say what it'd look like?"

"I'm assuming it's something long if it's an- tsk- emergency counter to that monstrosity!"

The low temperature was starting to affect their movement; Phoebus' finger twitched as it tugged on one of the cabinets open before a glint of gold peeked from the peripheral vision of the two students.

“The shelf at B-16… ah- got it!”

The first year wasted no time in assisting Jamil, the two pulling open the cover only to reveal an oversized spear. Faint electrical sparks scattered its golden blade and to the observant eye, there were subtle white engravings in its crevices, truly a blade for the divine. Despite its ethereal form, there was a more significant concern for the two students.

“This is a spear..? It’s bigger than me.”

The first year shuddered at the power it was emitting. Perhaps it was her condition as a non-magic user but even Jamil seemed to be taken aback by what he just uncovered.

“Code: Titanomachy, Identified as emergency level A. Releasing all magic circuits, Battery: 100%”

"Jamil-senpai can you carry it? Perhaps with magic?"

The male shared the same strained expression as Phoebus, he could tell by her voice that she was pushed into a mental corner, in some way he pitied her as it reminded him of his younger self. That feeling of anxiousness was buried under their masks of responsibility— but in a situation as dire as this, it was dangerous to haul such responsibilities on your own back when you know for certain you're not fit for it.

"No."

“Activating thunderstorm spear. Registering operator’s fingerprint, please touch the screen panel”

Panic flashed on the first year's face, the AI's status report didn't go unheard by the two present students. She looked to Scarabia's Vice Dorm Leader as if asking why, after all, Leona was already working himself to the bone out there and if Jamil had the capacity to overblot then wouldn't he have the magic capability to— wait.

Was that what he feared? She had to remind herself that a wizard in training might sense things she wasn't able to comprehend. Jamil gave a distressed sigh before biting the insides of his cheek.

“No, I can’t. Even if the registration was successful...The power emitting from the spear, it’s too powerful and I don’t think I can handle it.”

An answer was left at the tip of her tongue before the room shook violently, the crossfire at some distance away was starting to grow more violent than necessary. Urgency had finally snapped their reluctance out the window. Jamil held his tongue in thought before declaring his decision.

“Dammit- We should call Leona-senpai.”

The risks were equal at face value but after further debate Phoebus caved in, tailing Jamil while charging into the frontlines where the third year stood tirelessly against the Titan they had to face.

“Well look who woke up in a bad mood…tsk- Stop whining!"

The beastman's mockery was met with an agitated rumble from the first-generation phantom. He tore every ice figure into sand time and time again but the fatigue was starting to weigh on his chest.

“Leona-senpai! we found the Thunder Spear!"

Slitted emerald eyes shot back to where the Vice dorm leader stood, to which he confirmed when the Ghostwriter nodded in the assurance that they did fulfill their task.

“So you guys did… go, head to where it is and I’ll guard the rear, Move and don’t look back!”

…

Even Leona gaped at its size, opting to just scratch the nape of his neck before side-eying his Underclassmen.

“Hmph, so you can be patient.”

"You think, senpai?"

“Besides, You only told us to find it...”

A snarky retort was left unsaid when the system AI resumed its announcement. Earning an irritated grunt from the third year before begrudgingly walking over to the displayed pad.

“Stop being repetitive you hornbill- we can hear you just fine."

Consecutive crashes pressured the trio; Leona immediately pulled off his glove with a fanged bite letting his exposed palm rest on the indicated scanner, it took a few seconds before it accepted the registered user.

“Registration complete, Releasing safety device’s locks. Support mode activated.”

The locks loosened, presenting the two-meter spear to their group in its advanced glory. Leona could faintly feel his sweat drop despite the low temperature in the vicinity. Dismissing the pit in his stomach he took the handle with two hands, irked by the impractical size of the weapon.

“What’s with its weight and power— ugh! It's so hard to make it float.”

The uneasy feeling that settled in Phoebus’ stomach grew heavier, midnight gaze locked on the spear and by extension Leona. One minute he was attempting to lift the spear with both his physical strength and magic the next thing she knew their footing lost its balance on the frosted floor. None of them knew how heavy the Thunder Spear exactly was, if they did, perhaps Leona wouldn’t have forcefully moved the weapon off its hinges, the momentum of the curved swing causing it to force itself over the ledge where not even Leona could hold back.

Phoebus went deaf as if the only significant thing in her life right now was the two-meter weapon that continued to spark a dangerous array of lightning— all that power possibly going to waste instead of being utilized against the Titan that stubbornly resumed its havoc on the current floor. This would be the first and last time she throws away reason; because this whole circus show of death was unreasonable to begin with.

“PHOEBUS-SAN!”

The girl bit back her tongue, she needed to reach it. Reach it reach it reach it REACH IT REACH IT—

“LEONA-SENPAI PULL IT BACK!!!”

They say your life flashes before your eyes when in death’s ballroom, but for this waltz, she threw away the premise of her act. Whether it’d be her last never crossed her mind until both she and Leona held opposite ends of the spear. Her body acted before her mind could, words pathetically stuck in between the two forces. Phoebus hung for dear life with a single hand at the end of the weapon; while Leona desperately clutched on its handle with both hands unable to reach for his magic pen a few feet away when it flew out of his grasp. Jamil called out for the two, he ran over as fast as he could but the faster he tried to reach them with his magic the more projectiles the Titan thrashed in his general direction, occupied with the nimble Scarabia student.

The first year couldn’t recover her sense of hearing save for the sound of her frantic heartbeat— standing as the last reminder of how in the deepest pits of her heart she did value her life. The thought came too late and so did Leona’s realization. The problem here was the weight, right?

"...Forgive me."

Leona’s increase in speed didn’t go unnoticed by Jamil when he saw the third year pull up the Thunder Spear, his relief was simply a fleeting hope when he saw no sign of their youngest teammate, in its place, was an unexplainable distraught on Leona’s expression. It didn’t take the Scarabia Vice much to put two and two together.

"Leona-Senpai where did she go!?-"

“W̴̻̆H̷̛̝E̵̱̒R̴͕̆E̷͕͐ ̶̯̈́Å̴̬R̷̺̀Ḙ̶̍ ̶͓́Ȳ̸͚Ȏ̵̥U̷̧͌?̶̼̏!̴̨͆!̶̛̳”

They didn’t have time and that fact repeated in the beastman’s head over and over again like a cruel record. Sacrifices were an inevitable variable in any pursuit towards victory, Leona just didn't account for a greater risk is all. That inexcusable slip-up was on him, who asked for her to go after it? Who asked the kid to jump over the ledge? Who asked her to let go when Leona was already desperately finding a way to pull her and the Thunder Spear up?

“Listen, we’ll beat the hell out of this thing but…It’ll take some time for me to handle all this… buy me some time with magic.”

Jamil followed, a plan executed perfectly between them; the Titan plunged back into where it ascended from, but neither men could see the girl’s body. There was no answer to their shouts. Then again…

They didn’t hear her cries beneath the sea of phantoms, did they?

…

Dark, darker, yet darker her vision became, the headlights blue in hue had long disappeared from her line of sight. It was in her final hope that they did it— that at least somewhere, without her, things went right.

The longer she fell the louder those agonizing cries became to her hearing. Phoebus didn’t dare look down even with her swift descent towards gravity’s core. When was the last time she was consumed by fear? Had she felt something this severe before? An ungodly amount of thoughts breached her mind just as the immense feeling of despair settled within the confinements of her chest.

Her vision became too blurry to comprehend, how far had she already fallen? According to their earlier experiment with Jamil’s hair accessory, it had to be at least around fifty floors. Jamil… did he see? Since well… she couldn’t forget Leona’s ferocity, the obvious refusal of her final apology.

…Maybe, final words fit better…

Her body made contact with something, the mass accumulation of stray phantoms greeting the only humane life force within one hundred-meter radius. At this point Phoebus had already resigned her life away, it only occurred to her now just how long ago she deemed it disposable. Suicidal? It wasn’t that, she hated herself more than life itself.

The blot finding its way to infect her skin slowly numbed her physical senses. Her hearing had long abandoned cooperation— why was she holding on to her mental awareness? The ghost writer choked out an unpleasant scream. She wished she lost her mental hold first before anything because it seems the blot was affecting it first, the despair and agony choked her alive. Phantoms of all sorts sensed the only living force and hand to Great Seven fate never gave her mercy even in her final moments. Tears immediately became dry before they could fall down her cheek, The prefect, the first year gang, her family in this Twisted Wonderland… if there was still one last plea she could give, it'd be the wellbeing of the people who taught her that she didn't need to force herself into the role of a necessary evil.

Her limbs went limp, allowing even the most minor of blot forms to consume her body and soul, what was left of her hope had diminished— when her last plea ascended in defiance of the weight fate placed on her.

A mortal body exhausted beyond belief, like a dying flame in a field of ashes. That fire was simply too enticing to the undead beings surrounding her writhing figure. The space around her closed little by little as she was caved in by symphonies of mockery, grief, and wrath.

“Y̸o̴u̴ ̵s̸h̶o̸u̷l̸d̴n̸'̵t̸ ̸b̶e̶ ̵h̵e̵r̸e̶.̸.̵.̶“

An estranged wisp of blue pierced the void around her. How can someone sound so cold…yet reach a hand so warm…? Unbeknownst to the masses, there was once a legend that tells of a great being who committed theft to Jupiter’s lightning. The terrible being loathed by the gods gave humankind the first fire on the earth. His sister witnessed the exchange, and seeing his aid to humanity ignited a peculiar question to the dear moon’s mind…

Can a primordial disgrace show mercy to the mortal soul?

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• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

Taglist :: @citirusu @sherbet-shark @luvielle

• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

Taglist :: @citirusu @sherbet-shark @luvielle

• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

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Future Child | Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia X Reader

----It wasn’t everyday you’d find a three year old running around campus causing a ruckus. Usually students wouldn’t have to deal with this, but with Crowley you had to deal with everything. Now… why is it when you catch this small trouble maker it calls you “momma”?

AUs: None Rating: SFW

Note: Hi, hi! So, basically, I wasn't going to finish this and posted it as a WIP and people really liked it. So, then I had no other choice but to finish it! And I hope you like it.

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Crowley in-listed you to help with the child problem around school. No, wait that sounded bad. A young fae no older than five got into night raven campus and has been running amok. Some students say he appeared out of thin air. So, obviously, you: the defenseless, Magic-less human with no knowledge of fae or even how some of these basics of this world work, you were the schools best bet against this ‘threat.’ And so, your oh so kind instructor pushed this task onto you and left.

Not without you demanding an extra allowance, but still.

Thankfully, you were well equipped with a grumpy cat-weasel thing who is so glad to help and definitely did not try and run away. “Ehh? Why do I have to help ya??” Grim whined as he hung limply, your hand firmly grasping his scruff as you held him up. He was so generous and did not need to be bribed at all.

You sighed, “I’ll put some money aside from this to get you tuna.” Technically, that was a lie. No, you were going to fix the window Grim broke from practicing his magic in the house, again.

“I want two cans!” The motivated cat purred and jumped onto your shoulders. Now, you can finally begin your mission and take on this… threat...?

This threat was a real threat!

The sight of the frozen cafeteria did scare you. You had learnt that after you had stumbled upon the frozen dinning hall; all of this was from the baby fae! What on Earth were you suppose to even do once you caught the child?

How would you catch this kid without being frozen exactly? Why were you put on this task?

There was a mountain of ice and a many frozen students who were actively being saved by other students most of whom were made to help. They had gotten lucky in your option. They didn’t have to find the kid. “So much magic…" An awestruck student said, "it’s hard to believe a kid did this.” The nameless person mumbled as they helped thaw the room out. You couldn’t help but hum in agreement to yourself.

What kid could do this when Deuce struggled with making anything but cauldrons while he was somewhere new! It was… overwhelming magic for sure. Even for you to stand in the middle of it, magicless. And this was just the dining hall!

Apparently, you had three more places to check out.

“Not much to see here.” Grim grumbled from your shoulder, just then a ball of fire came hurtling towards the two of you! “Eek!!” Grim squealed jumping of your shoulder while you ducked.

“Sorry!” A no name student called out… He had been using the fire to dethaw some students.

“We should leave… and fast.” You said as you turned to leave in a hurry. You tripped on the ice almost tripped on the ice while you left.

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The very next place you checked was the courtyard, where Mr. Vargas liked to make you run in the blistering heat. PE was horrible. Everyone else got to be on their dumb magic brooms while you were stuck doing laps.

Mr. Vargas did like to make the boys sweat afterwards though. You got to sit on the grass and laugh at them cheer them on! Especially Ace, who always lagged behind.

Anyway, in the place of the field of green grass that your peers used to practice flying on a broom, was a field of fire. Green fire no less. At least it was still green? You stayed a distance away while you watched a group of five students try and summon water magic to help fight these flames. “If you don’t do this right, it’ll be off with your heads!” Next to them, a familiar short, red-haired boy was shouting at them and telling them what they were doing wrong.

You liked to think it wouldn't actually be off with their heads, Riddle was above that... Now. You liked to think it was just motivation to make them work harder!

Because it was mostly Heartslabyul students, it worked. "Hey! Riddle?" You called out to the boy. The Housewarden looked at you and jogged up to meet you a way away from the green flames. Was Sebek here as well? You swore you heard his voice shouting...

"You shouldn't be here. This area is off-limits to anyone outside of the Equestrian club because of the danger." Riddle crossed his arms; his tone was pretty gentle though. You nodded along to what he was saying, because it made sense.

"Crowley wants us to find the Fae doing this, do you know anything about it?" You decided to get right to the point. Riddle was busy enough as it was. He seemed to appreciate it too.

The boy glanced back at the students trying to figure out how to calm the fire and shook his head. "I think I heard a few third years mention a blur of H/C going into the school." He mentioned, you mostly knew the kid was in the school. It was one of the places Crowley wanted you to check out, Mr. Trein's class, after that you didn't really know where the kid could be.

You smiled and thanked Riddle before turning to leave, the boy glanced back at the fire before stepping a bit closer to you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Uh- Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to have tea with me later I-"

"Dorm leader! it's spreading!" A student shouted out, a panicked look on their face as they rushed up to the two of you. Riddle muttered something under his breath, before jogging back to the fire. To step up to calm the flames even more than what the regular student could do so you left.

“This seemed handled enough…” You muttered, a bit disappointed that you didn't get to finish your conversation with Riddle, Grim simply rolled his eyes and you two turned to leave.

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You went to Mr. Trein’s classroom next. Your most boring class of twisted wonderland, history, uh... you think. Truthfully you hadn’t stayed awake long enough to know what class he taught.

It was not for lack of trying either!

He just drew out his words and spoke in just a boring robotic tone, it could put anyone to sleep! I digress. The cat: Lucius liked you too, he tended to let you sleep more while waking up other students.

Anyway, in place of the classroom was… an overgrown forest? In the center of it, you noticed a tall, well groomed, teal haired male, squatting down to examine what appeared to be a mushroom….

Obviously. it was Jade. He was part of the Mountain Lovers Club. The sole member actually if you remember right. Crowley mentioned something about the clubs handling the situations. So...

This seemed… handled-ish….

You would be taking your leave now. You closed the door silently and Grim groaned. "This is so boring." He whined, "Why do we have to do this?!" You shrugged slightly.

"Crowley said he'll give an extra allowance this week if we do this." You mumbled, "We could really use it to fix that window you broke." You reminded the cat. He huffed and glared at you a bit childishly, crossing his furry arms silently on your shoulder.

"I thought you said I could have extra tuna?" He realized, jumping off your shoulder he pointed at you in an accusatory manner; you sighed a bit.

You didn’t have time to find him right now. "We can talk about this later." You walked past him but when he didn't follow you, you turned around.

Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!

Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!

This fae would eat him alive!

Feeling even more motivated and slightly panicked, you ran off to find the cat and disregard the threat that was getting killed by meeting this Fae kid unarmed. Uncated? Either way.

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“Someone help me!” You finally heard Grims's voice after looking for him for... quite a while actually. Pushing the door to the classroom open, you found...

Nothing.

Every potion was on its self, the stirring sticks where the usually go, nothing burned, frozen, or overgrown nothing was… well anywhere. At least anywhere out of place. “Someone, help me!” A cried out a very familiar voice squeaked out. Hesitantly, you walked closer to where you heard Grim’s voice.

This felt like something out of a horror movie.

A cauldron, inside of it was the soft glow of blue flames. No doubt caused by Grins fire ears. “Grim…?” You spoke softly. Peeking inside the steel pot, you saw a young boy, a long tail curled up beside him and one horn on the side of his head. In his arms was Grim, held tightly like he was a stuffed animal. He sniffled and then looked up at you with the most striking green eyes you’ve ever seen…

“Y/n!” Grim cried out, relief flooding his voice and breaking you from the little boy's curse of cuteness.

You plucked Grim from the kid's arms and He crawled onto your shoulders.

“Momma!” The boy, still in the cauldron yelled out, stumbling to get up and jump into your arms, get hindered by the caldron he found himself stuck in. His face was red from tears, and he looked scared… his small hands shaking with fear. He sniffled more, his chubby hands rubbing away his tears as they fell. Your heart ached slightly seeing those tears.

This can't be the same boy running amok in the school's campus. He was just so... non-threatening?

So, without a second thought. You picked the small boy up and cooed at him. Grim stared at you bewildered, His experience far more intimidating them yours.

Didn't you know how tight that boy was holding him?! Poor Grim almost didn't make it. He whined and frowned at the attention you were giving the boy.

Now, you just had to take this sweetheart to Crowley.

Either way, the small boy was absolutely adorable! Sure, he may or may not have caused this week's class cancelations but really, Ace was thanking the boy for it, so all was fine! Back at ramshackle, you realized, he was just a kid.

He was using some crayons to draw. He screamed like a bit of a brat when you tried to make him eat some broccoli you got... You thought it would be good for you and grim and neither of you ate it.

His big electric green eyes that reminded you of… someone? But who was it again? Well, it didn’t matter. The boy had green eyes, H/ced hair and these two small slightly curled horns on top of his head.

His ears were pointed just like a fae’s but just slightly? They weren’t as long nor as sharp as a regular fae’s like Lilia. It was hard to explain. It was the oddest thing- he had a tail as well! A long blackish purple one at that. And he was excellent at magic, if the destroyed campus told you anything. “Are you mad at me?” He looked up at you with teary eyes after you informed Crowley you caught him.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You asked the small boy curiously, blinking at him a bit confused at the question. His large electric green puppy eyes weren’t exactly helping you stand strong and not coddle him either.

“Because I made the rooms a mess…” he rubbed his large cheeks free from stray tears. Not that he was any good at it either, you just shook your head and kneeled to the floor, wiping them away for him.

Something about this boy made you wanted to care for him and protect him- he was just do cute. “Nonsense, you were scared. A little mess is fine as long as you weren’t hurt.” When you looked at him you felt something akin to cuteness aggression. This little fae was adorable! If Crowley didn’t find his parents, you’d take him in!

Ignore how poorly you yourself lived in ramshackle! And how much of your food was canned tuna because Grim insisted on it over actual food.

And the window that you still needed to fix and were most likely going to spend this week's allowance on...

The boy nodded, cuddling into your side like a small cuddly cat.

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He was adorable but children were a handful.

Crowley, after assigning you to catch the kid, gave you the poor child to take care of. So, you had been living with the child for three whole days.

Not to say the kid- who’s name you learned was Casper- was a handful. In fact, he was a sweetheart. He tended to shy away from things a bit, and he was a bundle of nerves sometimes.

He definitely got overwhelmed when left by himself, often resorting to crying and when he cried his magic tended to...

Anyway, Despite the amount of magic he held at his fingertip, he’d rush to you at the slightest creak of the floorboards, held onto you tightly, and hide his face in your shirt.

When it was finally time to go to school you didn’t really know what to do with the kid…? We’re you suppose to just… bring a kid to class with you? I mean, you already bring a cat, and the kid would probably be more well behaved then Grim.

So you brought Casper with you. And it was fine He was very sweet, maybe a little to shy, the teachers did love him. He introduced himself to them from behind your leg.

That was two days ago, now you were in the cafeteria. You hadn't been here in two days because, well you weren't sure if Casper would be okay around the crowd of students. Some of whom were still bitter about the Ice things... and the green fire thing.

“Fufufu, what do we have here?” Lilia popped up out of absolutely nowhere. "I heard a rumor about a trouble make~" He smirked.

“Grandpa Lilia!” The kid for once didn’t shy away. You had expected him to start crying. (He had before after all, when Jade introduced himself to the boy.) Lilia simply smiled and accepted the boy's affections, nodding along as he babbled about his day. Meanwhile, you were staring bewildered at the boy.

And... That was your lunch.

With of course, Ace and Deuce coming to keep you company while Lilia entertained Casper.

Most of your lunch you'd glance at the two. 'Grandpa Lilia?' You wondered why he was unusually not shy? He was a talkative boy to you, but with a stranger, no way... “Where Papa?” He asked looking up at the older fae with his large sparkling eyes. Oh, maybe Lilia knew the boy's parents! He was an older fae himself, right?

“Yes, good question indeed where is your papa?” Lilia asked, before he looked at you, a small smirk on his face, he looked at you like you’d know! You didn’t. You had tried to correct the kid on you being his mom before two- he cried and sulked over it for a while after that. “Well, I best be Off now!” Lilia cheered and gave you the kid back before disappearing off somewhere.

That was weird right?

You day went on- Ace and Deuce were good around the kid. Casper was pretty decent around Ace and Deuce, not too shy but he wasn't rambling like he was around Lilia. "Is something on your mind?" Deuce asked curiously, a mild layer of unwarranted concern.

"It's fine..." You shrugged, "I just hope Crowley find Caspers parents soon." You sighed, and the boy in question looked at you confused. He called you Mom and you basically took care of him, so you figured he thought you were his mom.

Not that you really minded, it wasn't like he thought you were old, fae tended to not age and stay good looking forever basically. Case in point, Lilia.

You really didn't mind, you already took care of Grim, so what's another, milder tempered Grim who didn't run away? "Speaking of the kid- Where is he?" Ace asked, looking around.

Scratch that, the kid wondered off.

"Oh no." You sighed and looked at the Adeuce duo with an exhausted look they couldn't say no too. They'd help you find the kid.

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How on earth did Sebek of all people get Casper?

Sebek, a first year in your class. Some loud guy who you got partnered up with once.

Why didn't Casper run away! You most certainly would and have. Instead, you found Casper on Sebek Zigvolt of all people's shoulders. Now you and Ace were whispering about how to get the kid back. No way you were going to go up to Sebek of all people and have to listen to his "fae are superior" speech... again.

"We should... Lure Casper away with candy." You whispered, Ace gave you a look and shot down your idea.

"Do you want to give him the impression that you should follow random people with candy?" He said looking at you like you just had the worst idea ever. "I say we just grab him and run."

"No, Sebek is faster than us." You noted, "Especially you, he runs laps past you in PE." Ace bumped your shoulder with an eyeroll.

"Where's Deuce?" Ace frowned, you watched with wide eyes as you saw Deuce confidently walk up to Sebek... "oh no." Ace groaned and run up behind Deuce.

You cursed to yourself. "We don't have to follow right...?" you asked the cat who agreed with you, but you knew you kind of had to follow them.

"Hey- Sebek." You smiled awkwardly.

"Mama!" The kid called out to you and reached out towards you. he almost fell off Sebek's shoulders- thankfully you caught him. Sebek looked at you in confusion and maybe a bit judgmentally...?

"No- he isn't..." You sighed and gave up.

"A human couldn't mother a Fae of Caspers caliber!" And so... Sebek began his rant. He started with how Lilia informed him of the situation, and he was here to lift the burden of Casper from your human shoulders.

Really, it saved you the time of informing Sebek you were in fact, not a teen mom. Also, it was weirdly insulting? Like hey, come on, you’ve taken care of him for three days! Almost four, “Casper is pretty happy with me, right sweetie?” You asked the boy who nodded hesitatingly. Wait- hesitantly? “Huh?”

Sebek looked a bit disheartened the Fae kid rejected him, but he was also kind of confused as well. “It’s just… I miss Papa, Mama…” the boys lips quivered a bit.

“No, no! You're not in trouble.” You fell to your knees to comfort the boy.

Apparently Sebek was hanging out with the child because he thought he was Malleus but something went wrong. Perhaps someone used their unique magic in the future ruler of briar valley.

Um… who’s Malleus?

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Day four of having a child.

Today you were going to find this kid someone who looked close enough to his dad. I mean, you apparently looked like his mom enough, so… yeah!

Also, perhaps his brother went to this school and that was how he ended up here. Finding him a dad sounded fun though.

It was a solid plan… “Casper?” You woke the boy up. You put Casper in the guest bedroom ace usually occupied when he was collared. Which was often. Even with Riddle being looser on the rules Ace always pushed sadly. “Today we’re finding your father.” You informed the boy.

“Really!” His eyes lit up. Why didn’t you do this sooner?

“Mhm, just tell me what he looks like-“ and so began Caspers rant on how amazing his father was. How he always makes time for you two even though he’s so busy, how good he was at playing superhero’s- and so on.

You didn’t even realize superhero’s existed here. Crazy. “He has black horns like me!” He grinned up at you, “oh- and black hair and we have the same eyes!” He giggled before again going on about how awesome his dad was.

“Horns, black hair, green eyes…” you mumbled, “and you're a fae, so we should probably go to Diasomnia, they have the most fae of the dorms” you smiled brightly. “This Malleus guy seems promising- and if he doesn’t want to, I’ll just make him!” You cheered and with Casper on your shoulders you were out the door!

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Was it just you or was Diasomnia slightly terrifying?

 Either way, with Casper on your shoulders like you were going to the zoo, you walked on the winding path with thorns around it and into the dorm. The halls were… very long and castle-like. 

Eventually you found the dorm's common room. Witch had three students, only one of which was a fae. With as much confidence you could muster, you approached them. “Hello! Good evening gentlemen… Um, do you happen to know someone whom this child looks like?” You smiled and proceeded to the kid. 

They very politely actually said that they think he looks like Malleus. You asked them to point you to this Malleus, and they again very politely refused. Apparently he was a busy man which was fair. But he was a father now! If casper deems him fit enough (By that you mean mistake him for his father like the boy did you.)

Still, throughout this process, you couldn't help but wonder if you were forgetting someone. 

You kept glancing at Caspers horns… who else did you know with horns? “Tsunotarou! That's who you look like!” You finally realized after an embarrassingly long time. In your defense you had only met the guy once or twice while you were dealing with Leona’s stupid plan, and didn’t Leona mention Malleus during his overblot?

“That's what you call Papa!” Casper cheered, his eyes widening in awe. Okay so, either that was a common name… which you doubt or Casper had a weird background. 

“Khee Khee what do we have here?” Lilia appeared out of nowhere! …again, still you jumped! 

“Mama is going to find Papa today!” Casper cheered in all his three year old glory. Picking the boy up and lifting him to sit on your hit you nodded. 

“Mhm! I’m going to meet this… Malleus demands he becomes Caspers father or pay child support!” You claim confidently because in reality, you were beginning to doubt the plan you came up with at 3am and woke up early for. “Tsunotarou would be a better bet but I really don’t know where that guy is… or his real name.” you muttered to yourself. 

Either way, Lilia clapped and with a large smile said this: “You're in luck! Malleus just finished his breakfast and should be heading over for his morning coffee.” So, without verbally questioning why he knew that you smiled and plopped down on the common room’s chairs watching a bit nervously as Lilia wandered off again. 

So… You were really dumb. Realistically this was a horrible plan bound to fail, but you already came this far. 

Didn’t all your friends always comment about how scary Malleus was? Wasn’t he like one of the top mages of this world? 

Okay, maybe if you didn’t come up with this plan at 3am last night you wouldn’t be so royally screwed! Hah, get it because Malleus is supposed to be some royal of… a whole nation right? Yeah, this was a bad idea. 

Getting up to leave, you heard Casper cheer for his father.

“Child Of Man?” 

“Tsunotarou?” You turned around, “Actually- no this is better than getting smited by some scary mage! Okay so I have been looking for… you, for a while!” You smiled, “This is our son: casper.” You introduced them. 

“Papa!” 

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“Mm, He does look like me.” Tsunotarou hummed; he knelt beside the child, titling his head curiously as he observed the child. “Your horns are coming in nicely aren't they?” He commented with a small smile, the boy nodded enthusiastically. 

“Mhm! They should be as big as yours soon!” Casper giggled. 

“Your speech is also advanced for a child of your age.” The older boy smiled, It was a very touching sight actually. 

“It is. Ace and Deuce have been helping me teach him some bigger stuff too.” you stated proudly as the younger boy nodded along. You sat beside where the boy stood in front of his new father. Your back against the armrest, you sat planted on the floor. “The headmage said he would be dealing with getting him back home but I have to take care of him till then.” You sighed. 

“I see, so you thought to find me as I am the child's father?” Malleus asked curiously, an eyebrow raised almost teasingly.

“If you’ll believe it, yup.” You nodded along, I mean if he believes that the kid is his, why not get him to take responsibility for that sweet child support money?

“I see, so Crowley is making the proper arrangement to get you back to us in the future.” 

“Wait, so he's actually my kid?” you couldn’t help but blurt out. Tsunotarou merely chuckles. “Am I dumb or are we actually like his parents?” You whispered a bit to Tsunotarou and stood up, he followed after you standing up as well. 

“Mm? Crowely didn’t inform you?” he said with an amused and sly smile. “I suppose it's time anyway we get properly introduced seeing as you are my future spouse” He smirked, his hand on his hips.

“I am Malleus draconia”

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Fun Fact:

The events of this takes place after Heartslabyul’s and Savanaclaw overblot. So y/n doesn’t know Tsunotarou is Malleus.

Also, Lilia knew all along.

Also, also, I'm sorry this sucked lol

NOTE: Sorry this slightly sucked I didn't really plan to actually finish the WIP I posted it as "Forever unfinished" and people liked it so I thought I'd do this anyway!

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