Romance Roulette Rollo Flamme X Reader

Romance Roulette — Rollo Flamme x reader

You, Rollo's self-proclaimed bestfriend, have been trying to set him up with someone for the past few weeks. If all your plans fail, maybe you should do it yourself?

Rollo Week Day 2!

You’re absolutely convinced that one of these days, Mount Rollo is going to erupt—metaphorically speaking. The man is a storm in human form, and if anyone needs to loosen up, it’s him. As his self-declared bestie, you’ve decided it’s your personal mission to fix this. And what better way to prevent a volcanic explosion than by finding him the perfect date?

Date 1: The Perfectionist

For the first attempt, you decide to set him up with someone equally serious—a meticulous scholar who practically breathes textbooks, just like Rollo. You arrange a nice little lunch at a quiet, book-filled café. The ambiance is perfect: walls stacked with old books, the soft clink of teacups, and an academic atmosphere. You figure they’ll be intellectual soulmates.

Everything goes well—until they start debating. What begins as a pleasant discussion about historical architecture quickly escalates into a competition of who knows more obscure facts.

Rollo’s frown deepens as his date continuously tries to one-up him. By the time their coffee arrives, they’ve gone through no fewer than five intense debates about the most esoteric details of 14th-century bricklaying techniques.

You check on them an hour later, only to see Rollo sitting there, arms crossed, looking like he’s ready to punch a library in the face. His date is still babbling on about the aesthetic superiority of Gothic buttresses.

When you catch him outside after the disastrous date, Rollo sighs heavily and mutters, “I’ve had more stimulating conversations with my textbooks.”

“Well, they can’t all be winners!” you laugh awkwardly.

Date 2: The Overenthusiast

Clearly, the last one was too intense. You decide to go for a different approach—a cheerful, bubbly person who’s passionate about spontaneous adventures. Maybe someone who will drag Rollo out of his stoic shell with some boundless enthusiasm and positivity.

The date starts off on a hike, and Rollo already looks skeptical as they begin rattling off suggestions for future extreme sports they should try together. “Skydiving’s on my bucket list,” they say, oblivious to Rollo’s growing dread. “Oh! And I’ve always wanted to try base jumping.”

“I don’t have wings,” Rollo deadpans.

Things only go downhill from there. His date suggests bungee jumping off a nearby cliff, just to spice things up. Rollo’s jaw tightens like he’s physically restraining himself from yelling, and by the end of the hike, he looks like he’s been through some kind of personal hell.

As they part ways, Rollo gives you a flat look. “I don’t understand how you come up with these people.”

You just shrug, trying to hold back your laughter. “Maybe you just need to learn how to let loose!”

His scowl deepens, and you’re already mentally planning Date #3.

Date 3: The Tortured Artist

Next up, you think Rollo needs someone with a creative soul—an artist with a vision, someone who’ll talk about the beauty of life and inspire him with their philosophical musings. You manage to track down someone who’s always talking about their next big project and their deep thoughts on the human condition.

Things start off okay, but midway through dinner, they begin rambling about the chaotic beauty of life. “You see, Rollo, destruction is just a form of rebirth. Every time something breaks, it’s just… making way for something new.”

Rollo stares at them like they’ve grown a second head. “I believe in structure and order,” he says stiffly.

The artist looks unfazed, waving their hand dramatically. “But chaos is art!”

By the time the night is over, Rollo looks like he’s aged ten years. When he returns to you, he mutters, “They suggested we burn down the restaurant. For ‘art.’”

You burst into laughter. “Okay, maybe not the creative type either.”

Rollo glares. “Stop trying to torture me.”

Date 4: The Free Spirit

Alright, maybe what Rollo needs is someone who’s completely carefree—a person with no boundaries or restrictions, someone who doesn’t sweat the small stuff. You set him up with a free-spirited individual who lives life with a “no rules” philosophy. They suggest meeting at a park for a casual walk, and at first, it seems like things are going fine.

Then they start suggesting that they should start a protest about “the man keeping us down” and skipping stones at a restricted pond area because, “rules are just social constructs, man.”

Rollo’s eye twitches as they start skipping stones like it’s no big deal. “You realize you’re breaking the law, correct?”

“It’s just a pond,” they wave him off. “Live a little!”

The date doesn’t last much longer. As soon as they part ways, Rollo gives you the most exhausted look you’ve ever seen. “Why do you do this to me?”

You grin, feeling only slightly guilty. “You said you needed to loosen up.”

“I’m going to throw you into that pond next time,” he mutters, but you can see the faintest smirk on his lips.

Date 5: The Socialite

This time, you think you’ve cracked the code. Someone social and charming, who knows how to navigate high society. You arrange a dinner with an outgoing socialite who can hold their own in any conversation.

Except, they spend the entire date talking about all the high-profile parties they attend, the famous people they’ve met, and their networking skills. Rollo is clearly unimpressed, barely saying a word as they drop name after name, and by the end of the night, he looks like he’s had all the life drained out of him.

“They talked more about themselves than any lesson I’ve ever attended,” he mutters to you afterward.

“Wasn’t that fun?” you tease, trying not to laugh.

Rollo just glares at you, muttering something about “irreparable damage.”

After the fifth disaster, you both sit in the café (again), your chin resting in your hands as you ponder your failure. “Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a matchmaker…”

“I’ve been telling you that since the first date,” Rollo replies dryly, sipping his tea.

You stare at the cup, lost in thought, then blink. "What if I just find someone more like...me?" Your eyes light up. "Of course! How did I not think of that before—"

"I think I’ve figured that out myself," Rollo cuts in. His tone is so dry, you almost miss the little sarcastic jab in it. He raises an eyebrow. “Why not just date me yourself, then? You’re the only one I can stand at this point.”

You pause mid-sip, blinking. “...What?”

He shakes his head, clearly joking, lips curling into a faint smirk. “You’re already committed to this ridiculous mission. Why not be my date, if you're so determined?”

Rollo’s tone is light, and you can tell he’s not being serious, but something clicks in your mind. You blink at him like he’s just handed you the Holy Grail. Slowly, you lower your teacup. “Wait...that’s...brilliant.”

It’s Rollo’s turn to blink. “What?”

You snap your fingers. “I’ll do it! I’ll date you!”

The smirk falls from his face as he processes your words. “What? No—wait—I wasn’t—” His usual composure slips for a moment, a flicker of shock in his eyes. “You’re serious?”

“Obviously,” you grin, completely oblivious to his shock. “I mean, I’ve been spending all this time trying to find someone else, but why would I need to? We get along great, I know your quirks, you know mine—this is perfect!”

Rollo is still processing, his mouth slightly open, like you’ve just told him the world is flat. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to—”

“So,” you interrupt, leaning in with a smug smile, “where are you taking me on our first date?”

Rollo groans, rubbing his temple. “You’re impossible.”

The date with Rollo is… interesting. You two plan a simple walk through the city, but it doesn’t take long for things to go off track. Rollo tries to impress you by leading you through what he calls a "shortcut"—a long, winding, and completely unfamiliar street that gets you both hopelessly lost.

"Is this your plan?" you tease, nudging him as he checks the map on his phone. "Get lost together so I’ll have to rely on your company?"

Rollo gives you a flat look. "No, this is my plan going terribly wrong."

But despite the mishap, the date is surprisingly fun. You tease him relentlessly about his poor sense of direction, and he grumbles about how you’ve ruined his peace, but there’s an underlying warmth to his words. It’s clear that, despite the banter, he’s enjoying himself.

After wandering around for what feels like hours, you finally find your way back to a quaint little café. You suggest stopping for a drink, and Rollo, surprisingly, agrees.

The conversation flows naturally, filled with lighthearted teasing and small smiles. Rollo, despite his usual stern demeanor, seems at ease with you, even allowing himself a small chuckle when you accidentally spill sugar all over the table.

As the evening winds down and he walks you home, there’s a comfortable silence between you two. At your ...your doorstep, you hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to end the night. Rollo stands there, watching you expectantly, clearly not used to situations like this.

“So,” you say softly, “thanks for, uh, getting us lost today.”

Rollo raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you grin, stepping closer. “It was fun anyway.”

You lean in, brushing your lips softly against his in a quick kiss. When you pull back, Rollo is staring at you, frozen in place like he’s processing what just happened.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask, suddenly feeling a little shy despite the chaos of the night.

Rollo blinks, his usual serious expression faltering as a slight blush creeps into his cheeks. “...Yes,” he says, almost as if he’s surprised by his own response.

You smile at him, the warmth from the kiss still lingering, and before you can walk away, Rollo suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you back gently. He leans in, pressing a lingering, softer kiss to your lips, as if trying to make sure this time is real.

When he pulls away, he mutters, “I suppose I should thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being insufferable enough to try this.”

You laugh softly, a lightness settling in your chest. “I aim to please.”

As you head inside, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Mount Rollo isn’t going to erupt after all. In fact, it seems you’ve found a way to calm the storm for good.

Masterlist

Can I request a one-shot with barron with a sister who is like jecka from class of 09

Got it no prob 😁

★THEIR A SECOND?!★

I don't really know class 909 BUT I have heard enough from tiktok to know how she acts like tho! Enough of me typing let's get to reading!

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After the arcade incident you were stuck going to barron school now so you could copy down Notes and get barron homework so he would fall behind it was so damn stupid....

Now you were just entering the school bus so tired at this point you could lash out on ANYBODY.

"Great first day here and the schoolbus smells like damn dog..." I said under my breath and I continued to walk down the buss Hall when I finally got in a seat I didn't notice barron group trying to play a prank on me and they ended up spilling ALL their water on me seeing if they could see my bra... DISGUSTING!...

"WHAT YOU'RE DAMN PROBLEM?!..." now the whole schoolbus was wide eyed so if they wanted to make a seen they had one... I got one of my heels and before anyone could do anything....

❗️SMACK❗️

a heel imprint went on the dude face that started it all and that when the fight began punches and hits flew across the bus when you about to choke the person you felt someone hold you back and dragged me off the bus I screamed and argued but the dude was STRONG dude had brown hair and pale skin...

As dude dragged me off an let me go I put back on my heel and my rings, necklace, earrings, redo my makeup, brush my hair, and finally brush my clouths from any dust...

"Ok ready!" I look behind me to see when the dude dragged me and his group were just starring at me like 'wtf-'

"Yes I did just do all of this in 5 minutes! New record!" I cheered now looking back at the group... THEY LOOK DEAD... Their eye bags were literally like on the damn floor now back to the needed answers

"now back to answers I need... WHY DID YOU!" I pointed at the brown hair and pale skin dude "DRAG ME OUT OF THE FIGHT I WAS HAVING FUN I SWEAR CAN'T HAVE SOME FUN?!" I screamed I still have hours of left of this damn hell...

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So I found out their names... Ashlyn, Aiden, Ben, Logan, Tyler, and taylor I liked taylor since she was like me when I was young but not so much with ashlyn Ben was the dude that dragged me now dealing with the Logan one... Was hard seeing what my brother did to such a innocent kid was hard to look in the eye but I apologized for my brothers action...

The Tyler and aiden dude tho... Piss me off so much talking about how I could be a bully too just because I am related to barron let's just say I like taylor and ashlyn more for smaking Tyler and aiden over the head for that well back now they asked me why I was here and I said why and that I didn't have a choice to do it so yea thats what happened!

But at the end of the day of school I swear I saw something... Something dark behind the others I told them and they looked scared but said not to worry about it so I tried...

But I do wonder...

What was that thing...

And why did it have such a big smile...

★End!★

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That's all folks have a nice day!

Bye bye!

ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ(≧∇≦)b(≧ω≦)/ヾ(≧∇≦*)ヾo(*≧▽≦)ツ

Xilonen looks so cool 🥰

cws & notes: reader (and kaveh) are VERY implied to be aromantic or on the aromantic spectrum. mentions of kissing. lots of platonic affection. platonic kaveh & gn!reader. 1.1k words. wrote this for myself tbh

“So are you two dating?”

You wish you could say it's the first time you've heard the question. And you wish you could bring yourself to be annoyed about hearing it again, but you know there's no malice or spite in the words. Only a polite sort of curiousity, unaware of the way your stomach turns at the thought.

And maybe you wish you could tell Nilou 'no, we're not, why would you think that?' but you know your hand is intertwined with his, and his knee is touching yours, and you have his cheek leaning against the top of your head. You know how it looks, but that never mattered. It felt comfortable, like you fit together just right. Affectionate, with no strings attached.

That was the part that no one seemed to get. You and him were at an understanding that seemed to make sense to no one but yourselves; the squeezing hugs, and nicknames, and nights spent staying up until 3am didn't mean a thing. When you fell asleep on his shoulder, when he chastely kissed you goodbye before leaving on a work trip, it wasn't because you both harboured a secret love you were too shy to say out loud.

You adored him, of course. He was your best friend. But that was it; no strings.

There were always those who couldn't wrap their heads around the thought, the ones who insisted that they had to be at least into each other a little bit. So much time spent being friends, such closeness had to speak to a blossoming romance that just hadn't quiet bloomed yet, right?

What they didn't know was you had tried, your senior year at the Akademiya. It was after all of the comments about how odd it was that they were so close without being a couple finally started to get to them. During a party hosted by a classmate you don't remember the name of, when the teasing and jabs had gotten a little too much, you had found him taking a breather out on the front steps.

Conversation came easily, comfort came quietly, and soon the topic shifted to what people were saying. It was always talk, rumours, gossip. But he could see how they were weighing on you. He could see the look of doubt in your eyes, wondering if this was something you were supposed to want.

If you can't bring yourself to fall for the most important person in your life, then what was wrong with you? Was love a prize that you were never going to win, a lock that you're never going to find the key for?

“Will you kiss me?” You blurted out, and his eyebrows raise. “J-Just once. I just... everyone keeps telling me I'm supposed to like you, and you're supposed to like me, but I just...”

“You want to see?” Kaveh asked hesitantly. You swallow, and nod. “I don't want to do something you don't want to do.”

“I want to. Please, I... I don't want to ask anyone else.” You paused, before quietly adding on, “If there's truly something wrong with me, I want to know now.”

The pinch between Kaveh's eyebrows deepened, but there was a flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes. Some part of him was flashing with the same fear, wondering if there was something wrong with him too, all because he couldn't muster up enough emotion to see you in a romantic light.

Carefully, he placed his hand on your cheek, bringing your face closer to his. There was a pause, before he met your lips in an awkward kiss. There were no sparks that crackled against your mouth, no butterflies in your stomach. It was a unpleasant clashing of teeth together, with your cracked lips pressing against his soft ones for a second too long.

You pull away, face flushed with embarrassment more than anything. “I... I don't think I want to do that again.”

“Me neither.” Kaveh grimaced. He sighed, leaning back to give you a bit more space. “Why do you worry so much about what they say?”

“Because! I'm supposed to enjoy it, aren't I?” There were tears in your eyes, but you didn't care. If there was one person you could cry around, it was him. “What is wrong with me? Why can't I even fake it?”

“You don't need to!” Kaveh said quickly. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Maybe... maybe some people just don't like that sort of love. I know I sure don't, and I've known you long enough to figure out you don't either. We don't have to be a couple to care about each other, right?”

You stared at him, slightly dazed. “...I guess not.”

And since that night, you've never been able to forget his words, and the way he said them. It was like your world got shifted around, and nothing seemed quite the same. All the stress about love, all the worry about whether people thought you were a couple seemed so insignificant all of a sudden.

Yet, your new lighter worldview never stopped that burning question, that followed the pair of you like a shadow.

“So, are you two dating?”

The question echoes in your head, sounding over and over. Nilou is still staring at you, waiting for an answer, although her gaze occasionally flicks to your linked hands resting on his lap.

“We're just friends,” Kaveh responds smoothly. He lets go of your hand long enough to wave away the question, laughing lightly. “Honestly, the amount of times I've been asked that...”

“O-Oh!” Nilou's eyes widen, and her cheeks turn pink. Part of you feels bad for making her look so flustered, but the uncomfortable twist in your gut reminds you that it was her question that started it in the first place. “I didn't mean to assume... you just look so close!”

“We are.” He smiles gently. “But I can assure you we are very happy as friends. Neither of us are interested in that sort of relationship, much less with each other.”

She nods, as if she understands, but there's still confusion behind her expression.

It didn't matter. People didn't have to get what was so special about the two of you. They didn't have to understand what you had, and what you lacked, and why it didn't make much of a difference at all.

You were friends, best friends. And that was plenty enough love for the both of you.

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imagine... (sibling edition) || dorm leaders

masterlist characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus genre: angst contains: unhealthy sibling relationships, reader being compared to siblings, feelings of self-worth summary: a series of ideas involving the dorm leaders' possible relationship dynamics with a younger sibling. notes: so twst huh? i kinda wanna elaborate on some of these but only if you guys want it? i know it's not the normal stuff i write but twst brainrot has me good. also insp by luxaryllis :D

imagine being riddle's little sibling that becomes entirely reliant on their family's rules. you are so used to being told what to do that you never develop the skills to make decisions for yourself. you've memorized your mother's rules as well as the queen's in nrc's by heart. you live by those rules and once your brother (post overblot) tries to establish a real relationship with you, you don't know what to do.

cont. rules of a roseheart

imagine being leona's little sibling that is completely overshadowed by the two elder kingscholars. falena is highly praised for being the heir to the throne and the "most well-off kingscholar child". leona is often scolded and gossiped about being the lesser sibling, the one that shows no interest in the throne along with the ability to bring about a drought at will. and you, the last kingscholar that is scolded for not being as good as their older brother falena and for not being better than leona. all you know is comparison with no real sense of identity.

cont. the lesser kingscholar

imagine being azul's little sibling that forced themselves to grow up fast. you grew up watching your older brother hate how he looked and so you, in turn, hated how you looked. you forced yourself to grow up fast in the hopes that a) you would no longer look the way you did and b) protect your older brother from the people that bullied him relentlessly.

cont. the ashengrotto octopot

imagine being kalim's little sibling that, despite being spoiled just like the rest of your siblings, felt like you were nothing but a face in the crowd, both to kalim and your parents. not much you could do in a family with 32 children. no matter what you did, it was overshadowed by another of your siblings. you grew up believing that, whatever you did, there was always someone better than you.

cont. one of the asims

imagine being vil's little sibling that grows up despising the attention your family name gave you. you're expected to live up to your older brother's legacy, only to fall flat when they realize you lack... well, everything that he has. you try your hardest because you want to make your family proud, but no matter what it's always demeaned and you're told you won't amount to your brother's success.

cont. schoenheit stardom

imagine being idia's younger sibling that often hears how they should be more like ortho. you're told that you need to be the model child just like ortho is. and when you don't meet their expectations, you find yourself wishing that, whatever happened to ortho, happened to you instead. maybe then you could be a good child.

cont. the unwanted shroud

imagine being malleus's younger sibling that saw their brother as an untouchable figure. you grew up hearing that he was a terrifying person. he was terrifying in two ways, one being his magic and the other being his status. of course, it wasn't really your choice. it just sort of turned out that way, what with the duties he has.

cont. the royal draconias

Hello may I request an imagine where (taking place 10 years before the start of the game), the female 5 year old reader who just appeared in Briar Valley with no memories whatsoever, was found by Lillia and adopted by him.

⤷ ✧ Finding family

- order 18 | one-shot | Diasomnia

P.2 — Training

Platonic, female reader

Requested by @ask-deltale-twins2 !! Im actually really invested in this Jackolope fae so I’ll probably write more of her in the future. Thank you for requesting!

All you could remember is how it feels to be hungry and cold. You weren’t sure how you ended up on the streets, hardly even surviving on plants you weren’t sure were even edible. You walked past many people, they all averted their eyes and made way for you. A dirty, little child.

Everything was blurry and your body felt heavy, it felt as if your own hair was weighing you down. You fell forward and closed your eyes with your breath running short.

A short figure appears before you, it’s warm and smells nice. It was pleasant to be in the arms of this strange boy.

“Lilia, you brought home another child?” A horned, pale boy with short hair asked while looking down at you. You were shaking and tried to stay away from any fae around you.

“What could I do? She fell from exhaustion and hunger from what I can tell.” Lilia pushed a plate of various treats towards you, but you flinched and scoot yourself away. Lilia sighed with a frown.

“What type of fae are you, little one?” He came closer and knelt down in front of you. Lilia watched silently as you murmured out something.

“Go away…”

Malleus nodded and put his hand on your head. You tried to shake off his hand but you soon felt yourself drowsy. Lilia watched as you fell limp with your eyes closed.

Lilia looked at him as if expected an answer. “Malleus, what did you do?”

“I simply put her to sleep. I’m sure she’ll be more adamant to speak when she rests well. I can guarantee she won’t wake up until the next day.” Malleus carelessly said. He leaned forward towards your unconscious body and checked the top of your head.

“Jackalope, though her horns… appear to be broken.” He felt the feeling of dry blood and his hands brushed against your chipped, short horns. He opened your mouth and saw your fangs, they were in better condition than the rest of your body.

When you woke up, you were in the bath. Soft, yet skilled hands brushed through your once dirtied hair.

You were held up by the man and you softly coughed at the cross, string sensation as on reflex, you spat out whatever was in your mouth.

“Ah, did soap get in your mouth? I’m sorry about that.” He chuckled while pulling your overgrown hair back a bit to show yourself. You didn’t respond but raised up your hand to touch your animalistic ears.

“Now, can I ask you a few questions?” Lilia turned you around and cupped your face.

“Don’t know…”

“Do you know your name?”

“No..”

“How old are you?”

“Don’t know.”

“Where are you parents?”

“What are… peratents…?”

Lilia froze and looked into your eyes. Something watered in his eyes and he quickly brushed off the second of pity.

“It seems you’re very lost, [name].”

“Who is… [name]?” You questioned slowly.

“It’s what your name is now! You like it, don’t you?”

You shrugged and he gently pat your shoulders.

“You must be hungry, let’s hurry and get out of here so you can eat.” He said while taking your hand.

You sat in front of a large plate of something with a delicious aroma. Your mouth water as you stare in uncertainty of how to even begin to eat it.

“Do you know how to use a fork and a knife?”

“What is that?”

“Figured so, look here.”

He used the knife and a fork to cut a piece of the steak. He held it up to your mouth and you graciously took a bite.

You nearly bit the inside of your cheek at how eagerly you chewed it.

“My, there’s much more so don’t worry.” He said while petting the top of your head.

You reached a stable condition, you gained weight with a regular diet and you were a lot more open with the people in the castle. He would’ve thought you would need more time before interacting with people other than him but you seemed to be really social.

You were getting used to things, but there was still someone whom you haven’t met yet.

“Silver, this is your sister, [Name].” Lilia pushed the young boy closer to you. The boy who seemed to be around the same age as you anxiously approached you.

“Hi, my name is Silver. I’m training to be Master Malleus’ guard.” He formally announced with a straight face. He had small eye bags under his aurora silver eyes. You first noticed his hair, it was an unusual color but you didn’t dare question it.

“I am.. [name].” You introduced yourself in return. Lilia senses the odd aura that formed with this interaction. “I do not know what I am.”

After that, you formed a need to be something. Lilia could only guess you meant a role in the castle like Silver is a guard in training for Malleus.

You were still recovering, but you wouldn’t stop thinking about what to do. It’s hard to believe you were only five years old thinking about what you should do to contribute to society.

“Silver, what are you doing?” You asked from behind a pillar. Silver turned his head in your direction, his guard falling at learning it’s just you.

“[Name] what are you doing here? Aren’t you still recovering?” Silver was aware of your background since Lilia explained why it took a few days before he would officially meet you.

“I-I am ok. What are you doing?” You pointed at the wooden, long object in his hand.

“I’m practicing sword fighting. I need to train so I can protect Malleus.” Silver explained while swing it around.

“I want to sword fight too!” You exclaimed with determination. Silver looked down at the sword and led you down to the training dummy he was practicing on just a moment ago.

He gave you the sword and he carefully guided your hands into holding it correctly and backed away. “Now try it.” He encouraged you.

You slowly raised it above your head and hit the dummy, it wobbled just a bit and you huffed.

“That was good.” He clapped but you raised up the sword and hit the dummy once again. It tumbled down in an instant and Silver put his hand on yours, as a way to tell you to stop.

“You knocked it down?” Silver asked. It was extremely heavy and he himself had only done it once with a lot of practice; he was more focused on effective strikes than knocking it over.

You smiled in accomplishment as you gave the sword over to him. Someone behind you appeared and grabbed you and lifted you up.

“Ah, old man, what are you doing here?” Silver nonchalantly asked as you flailed in the air.

“Oh, just looking for a little jackalope that ran away.” Lilia said while holding you high up in the air.

“I-I wanna train with Silver!” You whine as you try to escape by thrashing about. Silver softly smiled up at you while Lilia cackled at your futile attempts.

“When you’re recovered, you can play swords with your brother! But not now!” He said while swinging you around in the air.

A year passed, you met a boy with green hair and a scary glare on his face. He stood out alongside you and silver due to his height. His name was Sebek Zigvolt. He was only a year older than you and Silver was two years older than you.

“[Name]! Silver! What are you doing while we’re supposed to be training?” Sebek demanded answers while pointing accusingly.

You lifted your head and put up your hand as if to console him. “I’m asking Silver if my horns have grown much.” You told him while moving your hair out the way to show him. He inspected closer and saw the rough, chipped parts poke out.

“I wonder how it even got that bad.” Silver thought out loud. “The old man said that your horns looked like they were clipped off. Did it hurt?”

“Of course!”

Soon, something bonked your head and you turned around defensively while holding your sword.

“I think we should train now.” Sebek sternly said. You frowned and raised up your sword. He blocked with his own and he stepped back.

“Let’s train then!”

“If you insist!”

You headed straight for him and you pushed your sword at his own on purpose. For a moment you could see his eyes flare as he successfully hit you in your side.

You let yourself fall and landed on the harsh cement. Silver came up behind you and helped you off the floor.

“I’ve had experience for longer than you!” He childishly said while you opened your mouth to let your fangs poke out a bit.