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besideprimroseshade · 5 months ago

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ᴳᵒᵈ ⁱˢʰ ᵀʷˢᵗ ˣ ⁱᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ CH: 3

"I want you, I want you, it's like my IQ's going down"

TW: decapitation mention, religious themes?? sorta??

Current Alias

Hanakoto Y/N

Finishing the now cold remains of your mashed potatoes and steak you get up. Bumping into a student walking behind you, they offer their apologies first, a low voice that you'd expect from an grown adult not a teen. "My apologies child" was all he said as he walked away. Staring as he walked away you couldn't help but feel a twinge of familiarity radiating from him.

You’re unsure why you returned to school, back in your mortal days it was pure hell for you. It wasn’t difficult by any means, but certain subjects had a way of making you feel so hopelessly stupid that you considered just giving up on everything together. Gradually, nothing seemed interesting anymore, slipping into eternal sleep seemed so inviting. Much more so than the hours of work that you hated yourself for not being able to finish. You hated yourself for not being able to finish a simple worksheet, it should’ve been easy, you started it but now you’d have to finish it. But it wasn’t easy, it was a struggle to even look at the paper, your own disappointed voice in your head chastising you relentlessly. Gradually, everything got to be too much. And honestly, you stopped giving a fuck the day you challenged that god. Praying to an all-knowing being that you weren’t even sure really existed anymore. Your family was particularly religious, putting their faith in a god that you too believed wholeheartedly in your youth. You knew that you shouldn’t pray for yourself, yet you still did. Your faith was shaken roughly after a dear friend of yours was struck with a sickness. You prayed day and night, begging your family’s almighty god for some sort of relief for them. Anything to ease their pain, anything to ensure their survival. Your poor friend who’s only sin was being too kind to stray animals. You offered up your sweets as a penance to perhaps appeal to this god’s mercy. One day, they actually appeared back at school, no longer bound to their wheelchair. It was a miracle, perhaps all your prayers and sacrifices worked, perhaps the god was moved by the prayers of their devoted follower. They were buried just a week later.

That was the beginning of this god’s fall from grace in your mind. Your teenage years were full of suppressed rage, each time you tried to express your feelings your parents shut you down and handed you tools to work in the fields. That did help, but you ended up ruining the fields in your anger, and your parents decided it best for them to have you take walks instead. Walks were nice, they offered some sort of solace for your bottled emotions. Occasionally, along the shores, you’d find some merperson that had swam too far from their home. Sometimes they’d tempt you down to the watery depths with their songs, and other times they were simply curious about humans. Both were better than being home, in your mind. The diaries that belonged to you as a child were thrown out, further cementing your disbelief in this god that you had so fondly worshipped. You hated each page, you hated your younger self for being so fucking naive, you hated that god. You found a particularly bright colored diary that reappeared in your shelves. It was your favorite, a special book handed down from your mother, it bore a smooth dull red cover, still had some of her notes written down in her neat handwriting. You almost laughed at yourself when you read it again, swearing was so forbidden in your household, however did little you write ‘shut up’ without a care in the world. Into the trash it went, for a second time, it was probably possessed or something. There went another piece of your past that you so fervently hated. The horrible grammar, the shitty drawings, that ‘unshakable’ belief, you didn’t realize it was possible to hate something so much. You bought more journals as the centuries passed, and decided to not throw out anymore, lest that force that brought your red one back from the trash struck again. Then the worst drought in a centuries time struck your village with a vengeance. Usually, you’d read in history books that you stole from your brother, that your village would sacrifice a young maiden or child. To appease the gods and beg them for rain. The willing sacrifice would be led to a quiet place in the cliffs, then they would pray that their life would help pave the way for the new lives that the rain would nourish. Then came the gruesome part, they were usually drugged, their head chopped off and placed on a stone for the gods. The body was buried on the mountain, and then they would pray again. You do wonder why after your challenge your village was hit with rain enough to replenish the river that had long run dry. Perhaps the gods looked with favor upon your foolish endeavor. Perhaps they decided to further prove your demise. You were currently preoccupied with completing the work of a student whom you shared classes with that didn’t seem particularly interested in completing today’s classwork. You sent them a short summary of how you completed the work and they paid you decently. You felt like those tutors that you’d see in the windows of the rich families of your town. Helping the kids learn their school and life skills. All things their parents were too busy to teach them. You recognized the student in front of you, that deep-voiced boy from lunch. Purposely bumping into him you drop one of your books, “Oh no my books!” You mutter and bend down to pick it up, noticing that he does the same. You meet his eyes, round and scarlet. They seemed so familiar… Wait… That fae… What the hell was he doing here?

“Have we met before? Once upon a dream perhaps?” He breaks the silence with a cheerful grin. Glaring into his eyes, you attempt to fish out any information about him. "Who the hell are you?" you stare incredulously. He senses your suspicion "Ah, I haven't introduced myself havent I? I'm Lilia Vanrouge, Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. Pleasure to meet you!" he extends his gloved hand out. And you take it cautiously, shaking it slowly. Then you pull your hand away.

"You" the word slips from your lips before you register it.

"Ah, so we have met before" he mutters softly, taking note of your glare.

You stand up slowly "Lilia..." you say it as you rise, something about his name strikes a familiar chord in your memory. "your name doesn't seem familiar but you do" you add cautiously. What if he takes you for some rando stalker or something of the sort? he pauses and continues "You seem familiar to me as well..." he takes a long silent pause "Ell... is that you?". You throw a hand over his mouth "It's not Ell anymore, it's Hanakoto, don't forget that... and wait, how do you know my name?" you hiss. "Ah, Hanakoto, do you mind if we continue this er… reunion back at Diasomnia? Classes should be starting again soon, and I’d hate for you to be tardy cause of little ‘ol me”. Lilia gives you one last smile before vanishing into thin air, your schoolbook in hand. Damn him, wait, why would he need your schoolbook? Oh, for a bribe, so that you couldn’t refuse his offer… He was more conniving than you gave him credit for… damn bastard. You finished your school day without much fanfare, as usual. You stood in the Mirror Room, approaching the mirror with the emblem of Diasomnia above it. Lilia, such a floral name for hardened warrior. Well, at least you knew it now. That explained his past distaste for the lilies that you occasionally grew to sell. Diasomnia was the equivalent of a gothic castle if you’ve ever seen one. If you were a weaker soul perhaps, maybe the very sight if it would have you shaking in fear. Though you thought it to be too much. In any case, this was your destination. You walked the long and rather thin path that led to the dorm's great black doors. Pushing them open with a heave you were greeted by the sight of an annoying freshman who you recognized from the Orientation, Sebek Zigvolt if you recalled correctly. A loud boy, with a lean build, bright green gelled back hair and golden eyes with slit pupils. He was missing the common features of a Zigvolt though, where were his scales? He must be a half blood then, you decided silently as he greeted you with a shout. You were expecting him to spout off something about humans in disdain. But surprisingly he welcomed you, "Welcome to Diasomnia!" you muster a reply "Hello, Zigvolt...".

You follow him into the dorm's lounge, "I do not know what Master Lilia sees in a human like you. But if he specifically invites you to Diasomnia, I will do my best to treat you like a guest!". He shouts, much to your dismay. Sure, go ahead and announce me being here to everyone you sigh inwardly. Taking a seat on the plush black couches of the dorm's lounge, you two wait for Lilia to make his appearance. Now that you thought about it, it had been a while since you had last seen a member of the Zigvolt clan, last member you had seen was Baur. He was a soldier under Lilia back then or something, you never really cared to learn about him. This boy wasn't a full fae, so perhaps he was a grandson or great-grandson, the hatred the fae held towards the humans made the thought seem impossible in your mind. Perhaps it had been healed by centuries after? In any case you were here to see Lilia, not ponder about the racial tensions between humans and fae.

Lilia himself decides to appear right next to you, making his presence known with a bright 'Well hello there!'. Sebek stiffens at the sight of his Vice Housewarden. "Master Lilia! Thank you for gracing us with your presence!" you give him a small hesitant wave and place your hands onto your lap. "Whats with the sullen face?? Don't you miss me El-er Hanakoto?" he corrects himself mid-sentence after remembering the underclassman's presence. "Eh, not really" you admit honestly, "How dare you be so curt when Master Lilia is speaking to you human!" Sebek cried. "He's your master not mine" you lean back against the couch, "Tis quite alright Sebek, Hanakoto and I are acquainted" Lilia smiles. He processes this new information and mutters an apology. The elder fae waves a hand in a shooing motion, "No need to apologize, I'm sure that Hanakoto has taken no offense" you nod in agreement, "I really don't give a fuck".

“Well, now that you’re here, why don’t we discuss some things in private? I’ve been meaning to talk to you” Lilia smiles. You throw him an incredulous stare, “You are aware how that sounds right?” He returns with an innocent look “Nope!” and grabs your hand, teleporting the two of you to his room.

You followed Lilia into his room, "What the fuck??" you mutter as your eyes trail around, observing clothes and objects that were hurriedly shoved into drawer shelves. "Ah, well, I didn't have much time to clean up" he chuckles "Silly me". Lilia's room is a random ass assortment of items you presumed he collected from after you met. A guitar on the bed, a spare jacket and shirt tossed over the wardrobe's open door. "How did you go from only owning the clothes on your back to some grandpa with a hoarding issue?" you groan in disbelief. "That, Hanakoto, is a story for another day". "How has time been treating you?" he sighs with an air that you can't decide if it's playfulness or genuine curiosity. "Same as always" you admit. Lilia snaps his fingers and summons a rather elegant teapot and two teacups.

You hesitantly take the cup of tea that was oh so generously offered to you. The distinct aroma of oranges and cardamom filled your senses as you brought the cup to your lips. "Have you a family yet?" he asks the question carefully to which you shake your head, "Nah, the only family I had are dead and gone". Your eyes look up from the cup, "You?" he sighs wistfully, "I do, I have a son...". He says the word 'son' with such love you were almost jealous of this random child. "Gods, I feel ancient" you tease. "You're much older than me after all" he grins, before his lips fall into a frown "I missed you, Ell, I thought that you left me...". Lilia's words run a knife through you, your grip falters and bit of steaming tea falls on you, Fuck you whisper, fuck fuck fuck fuck... you had forgotten that you were forced to leave your home by the forest, lest you be killed by those Silver Owls or the fae. You never told Lilia, just packed up and left in a hurry, taking your house with you.

'I missed you Ell' the words stung with a force you weren't expecting. Truth be told, you wanted him to forget about you, everyone forgot about you in the end so what was another person to add to that list?

But no, Lilia had aged almost 400 years and still remembered you. He had a family. He looked older, he was no longer the petty creature with an attitude. He was a father, a father beloved for his wisdom. Yet he still remembered you. You were exactly the same, physically and mentally. You would never change. You would outlive him, outlive his family, outlive his grandchildren and great grandchildren. There was something that you felt, a feeling that choked you, a feeling that you'd heard of people experiencing when their loved ones passed. But, your so called 'loved ones' had passed oh so many years ago, yet that feeling never came to you. It was only now, that you met with Lilia again, that you understood the feeling. That haunting feeling of grief and loss. That horrible feelings that was like a hand closing on your throat. Choking the life out of you. You felt unworthy of being remembered by him, why did he remember you out of all people? When he could've easily forgotten about you like so many others had. Why you?

At least I completed something that my brother said I couldn't, he said that I would die unremarkable and forgotten. You're wrong for once fuckface.

You forced yourself out of your thoughts and choked out a little, "I missed you too" before finishing your now lukewarm tea. You shook those despairing feelings away as someone knocked softly on the door.

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Author's Thoughts

Lilia Vanrouge - 'He actually remembered me...'

Sebek Zigvolt - 'Loud and annoying, but whatever.'

Silver - 'One lucky kid.'

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An: thank u all my lovely readers for still sticking around <333 and to all the new ones that have joined this hell lmaooo. plz forgive any errors <333

#robbedofeggsaladwriting #my writing #my fic writing #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #god-ish fic

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besideprimroseshade · 10 months ago

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Chimera Falin x Gen! Reader Headcanons

TW: Nothing really, just fluff, also proofread.

Falin, whose pure white feathers are so silky and soft that you can’t help but snuggle into them.

They’re so amazing, you’re tempted to just sleep forever.

She doesn’t understand your fascination with them, but she now demands that you allow her to pamper you with affection.

She’s so comforting, so sweet, it’s almost hard to believe that this is the same Falin that would crush someone into the ground without hesitation.

Falin’s grown so protective of you, almost like a mother hen of sorts.

You preen her feathers with such gentleness, such care, she can’t help but fall further in love.

You whisper sweet nothings into her ear, your precious Falin.

Thistle is puzzled, but doesn’t question it.

I wrote this at like midnight so it’s not the best but I wanted to write smthn for dunmeshi lmaoo.

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besideprimroseshade · 10 months ago

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S.T.Y.X. Research Files - MADS

S.T.Y.X. Research Facility

7:38 P.M. Sept 5/00

Nothing new to report, M118 is operating as they should. Their magic is as potent as ever, they seem to have a fascination with the ruins that Technician E showed them photos of. Some fellow researchers have reported feelings of nervousness in their presence. Reason unknown, will ask. M118 is certainly a feat of human engineering, I should know, I tweaked the data given to me by the Head. I am glad that he allowed me to use his research from Project Ortho, without his genius, M118 would not exist.

It has been several decades since magic was banned in Twisted Wonderland. We have many solutions to replace it. Technology has come very far, we've almost repaired most of the damage done by the war. M118 is a blend of technology and magic, very powerful ancient fae magic. Head Idia is concerned though, due to M118's magical prowess, they are a weapon of war. His fear is that certain people will want to buy copies of M118 for their own purposes.

I would never let that happen of course, M118 is my creation, I was the one to research tales of olden fae. A particular prince was their main inspiration. There is not much known of this prince other than he wielded the power of lightning, and he had great physical strength. Yet with what little is known of his physical appearance I have given to M118. I might need to adjust their tail though, they have a habit of breaking things with it. The replication of this prince's powers was successful, M118 is rather skilled with lightning, will conduct more tests later. Their level of magical power is topping the charts with the most proficient mages. All due to my abilities.

My name is Manon Aurélie Dominique Suzette, known as Mads. I am a simple researcher at S.T.Y.X. I am the creator of Project M118. Which is an automaton created specifically for warfare. I have just been informed that my project is to be bought by a certain organization. Excuse me while I prepare to blow up this building. I will not have anyone use my research for warfare, tis against everything I stand for.

It seems that the rest of this file has been corrupted

what a shame

im tired and wanted to feel like i accomplished smthn today so heres this little drabble <33

#my fic writing #twst au #eggsalad drabbles #robbedofeggsaladwriting

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besideprimroseshade · 11 months ago

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ᴳᵒᵈ ⁱˢʰ ᵀʷˢᵗ ˣ ⁱᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ CH: 1

“I’m dancing with a ‘ish’ wordbook, excuse me”

Y/N's current alias:

Hanakato L/N

Alias No. 917

Date: wait-

You're bored of life, find it utterly dull. So you had the brilliant idea of challenging a god, a god that slept within the ancient mountains outside of your tiny village. Crossing the well worn trails that wove through the mountains with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bracelet from your father. You were fully prepared to die, having handing the last funds that you had saved to your family as you approached the weathered temple buried deep within the mountains. The forest had long since claimed the temple as it's own, the once glorious place was now spotted with large patches of moss. What was once a mere sapling was now a large tree that supported the temple at it's left side, the branches poking in from the open windows. The temple of a goddess that was said to be from another world, Rukka, was famous centuries ago, when the townspeople lived in the mountains. But such a time was no longer, since the village moved from the great mountains to the humble plains of the valley, the temple had been left in a state of disarray. Gazing offhandedly to the scrolls that were left neatly in their sections, some were left on the floor, open and you could see faint scribbles next to some worshipper's words of wisdom. Bracing yourself for your doom as the huge stone statue that loomed before you cracked and chipped as the god sealed within moved awake. You were sure to pass on without regrets, as you noticed vines zip towards you. Completely opposite to your plan however, Rukka, was considerably weak, and it was no challenge beating her. She actually admitted that she had no idea that someone would actually challenge her. Fate had blessed you with victory, and the goddess had blessed you with what every human desired…

Eternal life

Or so she believed that every human desired, she was perplexed at your negative reaction to such an honor.

Since you were bestowed the gift, you wandered the world, adopting so many new identities that you could fill a book with just their names. You kept a journal to keep track of your travels, forgetting to add dates after a single journal turned into a pile. You kept that pile in a little cottage that you found and renovated, though you barely visited it, too occupied with your travels. It was nice to have a place to return to after all that adventuring, it was rather far from the village that you grew up in. You never did visit your family after the fight, you wanted your family to believe that you perished in the fight, perhaps then they'd finally acknowledge your existence. Speaking of which, your family were humble farmers, you were the unwanted extra child that they couldn't afford. Your brother was their eldest son, their pride and joy, he reveled in that growing up, but as he reached adulthood he realized that his efforts would be for naught. Your family expected him to settle down and continue the family farm, he hated farming, he wanted to become a great scholar in the city. To have people from all over the world attend his lectures, to be heralded as a genius. What was his name again?...You practically all but forgot about him, he hated you and you hated him, the only way that you remembered him was from your journals. The family that you once knew weren't even wrinkled and white-haired, they were buried in the village's cemetery, along with many other's that shared your last name that you didn't recognize. You passed by them on a visit to your village, their gravestones marred by mud, the fields that your parents once toiled in were now overgrown with weeds.

You left the cemetery, leaving a few wildflowers for their ghosts. The small village was now a sprawling city of cars and stores galore. Passing the home that you grew up in, you noticed an unfamiliar family now inhabiting it. As you paused and stared through the open window, you saw two young ladies sitting in the kitchen, fawning over a baby. The memories of you as a child playing in the kitchen with your brother flashed in your mind. They seemed happy with their child though, so as long as the home was filled with happiness, you couldn't be bothered by who lived in it. The former homes of your friends were now shiny department stores, and the well that you used to reenact plays with said friends was a large shopping center. How many years had it been since you walked these paths? Even the paths were different, the once dirt roads were now paved over with asphalt. Your brother...you ponder as you walked through the new village. Your brother was older than you, and he was a student at Night Raven College, a prestigious school for magic users. You never received an invitation to attend though, that was something else that your brother used to fuel his hatred of you. He bragged to your parents about his amazing grades and potential that the teachers said he had. Your father received an invitation, but couldn’t afford to attend, you remembered that you took his letter from his drawer out of spite. Why not use it now? Use the excuse that you were his son who shared a name. It wasn't like the principal would notice, your brother told you all about the good-for-nothing Headmage that ran the school during his time there. Dire Crowley was his name, he called himself a model educator, but did nothing to earn that title, your brother observed. He accepted frequent bribes from certain dorms, and conveniently forgot important information regarding certain students, as well as took vacations often. You knew that you wouldn't like him, but that would make your admission all the easier...

Gripping the letter in your hand, you placed it gently into your pant pocket, and tossed a few coins to your village's ferryman and followed the small group of people onto the ferry. The ferry was one thing that never changed in your town, the family that ran the ferry made sure of that, they had been sailing for centuries, all sea-loving people. Except for a girl that you grew up alongside with, she was truly terrified of the ocean. Walking over to the railing by the side of the boat, you gaze out wistfully, staring at the small island that grew larger as you approached, Sage's Isle, the home of Night Raven College. Taking in the familiar scent of the salt and sea, the noises of parents shushing their little children, and the sight of lovers holding each other near. The closer you got to your destination the more you looked back on your home, even though it hadn't been your home since humans had yet to discovered electricity, nor had any notion of such a concept. It was still jarring, to think about how different things were now, when you left it was a simple village of plain wooden houses, population was a mere hundred or so. Now, it was a humongous city, the houses were made of materials that you never would've thought of...wait...how many years had passed again? You had forgotten in your travels...

Stepping off the boat and onto solid ground was relieving, you walk around the island till you approach a town, one that offers transportation to Night Raven. You hand payment to the driver of the car and wait with bated breath as you're dropped off near a school that resembled a castle, guarded by ominous black gates. It just as your brother described it, majestic and filled with wonder.

You walk near the gates and froze when they opened slowly. Taking in a sharp breath, you enter the school's grounds. Watching entertained as students rush about prepping for the Orientation later today, other student's bark orders at the one's laboring. Some students are chatting with friends about the latest chapter of their favorite manga, while one of their friends is crying about the death of yet another favorite character, whose life was taken so bitterly by the author's choice. Some are doing nothing at all, and sleeping peacefully.

Hours pass as you wait for the Orientation to start, having handed your father's letter of admission to the head of the school once you arrived at his office. Crowley was just as your brother had described, as flippant as a crow fluttering about pieces of bread. Your brother had an odd way of describing things, always inserting extravagant words that he learned from school in whatever sentence that he could. Most of the time it didn't make much sense, but you didn't care enough to correct him, not like he would listen to you anyway, so you let him drawl on his stage. Unaware that his audience was fast asleep with boredom. Thankfully, Headmage accepted your letter of admission, albeit with some suspicion. But a few hundred thaumarks shut him up. While you waited you brought out your journal to take note of everything that had happened so far. Writing in peace until you looked away from your journal pages and noticed someone passing glances to you from their spot on the ground, scrolling on their phone. You study the student, tall-ish, pale skinned, ginger haired, with his bangs pulled away from his face and green eyes. With a little red diamond painted on his right cheek. Dressed in uniform, with a red and black band with a logo labeled Heartslabyul.

You write down a quick note in your journal, 'stranger staring at me, for some reason, praying that he murder me, but it'll probably never happen'. The student puts away his phone and gets up, walking over to you. "Hiya! I don't think that I've seen you around here before. I'm Cater, Cater Diamond. Heartslabyul junior". You look up at him and nod "My name is Hanakato L/N. I'm a new student, do you need something?" he smiles "Nope! Just wanted to say hi. It's nice to meet you, if you ever need anything trendy you can come to me!". You look back down to your journal, "Alright, it's nice to meet you Diamond". He takes your silence after as a cue to leave. Leaving you to yourself and your thoughts.

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Author's Thoughts

Cater Diamond - 'An annoyingly cheerful guy. Don't like him'.

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A/N: i thought of this during school, and i scrambled to write my thoughts down. fun fact the chapter images align with the lyrics written down :>. i hope that u all have a wonderful week ^^ also Ado's cover of God-ish is 🔥.

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #robbedofeggsaladwriting #god-ish fic #my writing

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besideprimroseshade · 11 months ago

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ᴳᵒᵈ ⁱˢʰ ᵀʷˢᵗ ˣ ⁱᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ CH: 2

CH: 1

"I'm getting excited on the contrary"

TW: Suggestive comments

Y/N's current alias:

Ell Clocke

Alias No. 161

Date: 1300

"Why would you pick that book out of all? I mean, it's nothing more than some fanatic's fantasy. Nothing worth contemplating about". He sighs and you shoot back Will you shut up for a few minutes? I'm trying to read, you know, do something actually productive. Instead of listening to whatever crap that comes outta your mouth. Idle chatter should I say?" He huffs "Ugh! This is why you dropped out of school, my professors would be sorely disappointed in such a lackluster person like yourself". You remember what page you're on and set your book to the side "Good thing I don't suck up to professors then, unlike someone here. People actually enjoy my presence, dunno if you've noticed, but everyone here would kill you if it were legal". He blanches and mutters something "Y-you're wrong, such a notion is inconceivable. The people adore me, a brain such as mine surely deserves respect!" you shrug "Tell that to the townspeople, everyone here fucking hates you, and the fact that you with your great brain can't see that your holier-than-thou attitude is the reason why you don't have anyone who would actually care if you died is something..."

"Wait... are you revealing to me that you wouldn't care if I died?" he freezes, a sort of realization washing over him.

"Wow, the great mind finally realized. What did you expect? Me to cry when you die? The guy who said that I'll be nothing 'cause I got B's and not A+'s? The guy who every day told me that my dreams weren't anything, that mom and dad just had me to compare my dullness to your brightness? You should've been a comedian instead of a scholar, 'cause that's too fucking funny". Your words cut like the sharpest of ice, frigid and unforgiving.

"I... I was joking! Of course you couldn't take a joke, you're too sensitive..." comes the attempt to shake away the guilt.

"At least I can feel things…” you quip back. He takes a furious sip of his tea and coughs it out “W-what curious concoction is this? This is surely not my tea!”. Your eyes move to the snow white Persian cat in the corner of the parlor, lazing on her pillow. Cotton, your mother’s most prized pet, a spoiled cat given as a gift from your father. “Oh, Cotton peed in the cup, it must’ve slipped my mind to inform you…”

The memory fades as you fade back to your tea, the faces swirling like the milk in the tea. “That damned dipshit” you utter before grabbing a broom and flinging open your front door. Your porch was decently decorated, with starch white paint on the walls and the beams supporting up the thing. Thankfully the paint did not contain lead, or maybe it did, that might’ve explained why the townspeople avoided you like you were crazy. A few plants in pots stood in neat rows by the front window, delicate little flowers grown from a variety of seeds. But now was not the time to admire your handiwork. Angrily sweeping your front porch and ignoring the clouds of dust that plague your vision. Your brother never did get his dream… You learned that for all of his labor, he was only remembered as a pretentious wannabe who tried so hard to make it big in the world of knowledge that he ended up only becoming famous for his attempts. A local legend of your town. After centuries of him being dead, you were still petty. Continuing your furious sweep you barely notice the child staring at you from behind one of the poles. Only stopping your sweep to take a few breaths, “What do you want kid?” You turn to meet their gaze. A tiny lanky thing, who probably didn’t even reach your hip, with striking eyes the same shade as the blazing garnet ring your least favorite aunt always showed off. Thick dark hair that reminded you of ink, silky and black, cut short above their shoulders. Their outfit prim, with a neat white shirt dark brown pants. Their ears confirmed that they were a fairy, small and pointed. “You appear to be angered with something” they observe with a voice so quiet it seemed hardly a whisper. They stand there, hiding, unsure of whether to approach the curiously angry stranger, or run off back into the forest. “Just blowing off some steam” you reassure them before leaning your broom against the wall. “I’m not gonna hurt you, ‘sides, you’d probably be more of a threat to me than vice versa” you admit, watching as their grip on the pole lightens, a few creaks from the wood reverberating off the porch’s roof. “So uh… what brings you to my place? Pure curiosity? Or did I anger a fae?” You continue, waiting for any sort of reaction. “I hast stumbled upon your abode by chance, tis an interesting place. Any sane human would place their home as far as possible from a fairy. But your abode is right in the middle of our territory. I can feel the magic everywhere” they respond at last.

“I’m not like most humans…” you say, half joking half seriously. “I can feel that, there is something heavy around you. Many feelings are wound up inside you, like a boiling pot of stew, ready to bubble over and burn at any second” comes their swift response. “Thanks for the reading… but I don’t have anything to give ya’ unless you’re hungry for some leftover bread and cheese from this mornings meal” you admit. They shake their head, “No thank you, my lady said to never trust strangers. There is no shortage of people willing to take advantage of you”. You nod slowly “Your lady is right, tis better to be safe then found dead in a ditch I suppose”. “Shall I call you something?” “Fae never give out their names” “That’s right, you’ve got good instincts too” “Are you going to give me your name?” “Nah”

That was the beginning of your encounters with that little faerie. He never did give you his name, but simply told you that it was similar to a flower. You ended up telling him your name though, so that he would stop calling you the ‘abnormal human’. He wasn’t wrong though, normal humans weren’t immortal. Normal humans didn’t challenge gods in hopes of death. Normal humans didn’t use their fathers invitation to a school and assumed his identity. You learned more about your little visitor. He was a servant of nocturnal fae’s princess. A little bat fae at the very bottom of the fae hierarchy, raised in luxury. Trained to serve his lady’s every whim. What a dreary existence… you thought.

In exchange for tidbits about his life you gave him some from yours. How you challenged a god and got immortality in return. “You are an idiot” he thought aloud as he took a spoon from one of your cabinets and grabbed a dish labeled for him. “What is this?” He inquired suspiciously “A treat, leftovers from a friend’s party” you reply. The little fae sniffed it curiously before digging in. “Pear…” he said at last before finishing the dessert in a few seconds. “Someone’s hungry” you grab a few cherries from a basket full of farmer’s market goods. "That is none of your concern" he comments. "Damn, you're quick to anger" you slightly tease.

That was the last time you saw him that small, he never did grow much taller. But there was something different about him, not just that he was visibly different. But he seemed different, bore a different air about him, something sickening, but you could never put a finger on it. It was unsettling, the curious gleam in his scarlet eyes faded away in favor of a hateful sheen. His slit pupils constantly in a state of fury. How he shook off your concern with a glare, was this how your parents felt with you? His hair was now welcome to dyed streaks of red, a unique choice for sure.

You dabbed one of his more severe wounds with a cotton ball. "Humans can never keep their hands to themselves" you mutter as you rub a salve on his injured arm. Tone akin to a chiding parent's as you clean and bandage his arm. "Tut tut, I told you not to play with those mean boys and their toys", the boys in question being men and the toys being weapons. "You're not my parent dumbass" to which you shake your head teasingly "I know, but seeing you grow up to be such a strong fighter has certainly had some sort of parental affect on me". He side-eyes you "That's so fucking sweet it's annoying...". Playfully wacking the top of his head you smile "Language little one..."

"Fuck you" he mutters irritated.

"No one will sadly..." you respond with a sigh.

"I hate you"

"Such is the fate of every parent, I suppose. Whatever happened to that sweet little faerie I encountered? Now there's just this crass thing in his place"

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Current Alias

Hanakoto Y/N

Orientation went smoothly, you personally didn't care which dorm you were placed in, so long as you'd be left alone for the most part. You rolled your shoulders back as you stepped up to meet the gaze of the Dark Mirror. For some reason the Ceremonial Robes felt heavier upon your arms. As if they were weighing you down... pulling you away from your fate. Feeling the hundreds of eyes staring at you with a variety of emotions. The weight of their gaze not helping.

You stared at the Mirror as it boomed the familiar words to you that it had to many students before you.

"The shape of thy soul is..."

"Tenacious... therefore you are fit for Pomefiore"

As you walk down the steps to the crowd of Pomefiore students, you hear a scoff. Turning to face the student you're face to face with some pretty blonde student with tacky violet ends and amethysts for eyes. "Is there a problem?" you scoff back. He glares at you before turning back to see what new students would be joining him. Grumbling about "potatoes". You take an empty spot between a couple of fellow first years. "The fuck is his problem?" you mutter glaring daggers at the back of his head.

Vil Schoenheit could feel holes being bored into the back of his head, probably from that insolent potato that he just bothered to stare at. What was their problem?

The dinner at your new dorm was luxurious, it felt like the dinners that fae had described to you, while the Queen of Briarland was entertaining nobles. There were plates piled high with delicacies, food that you had only read about, it was absolutely delicious, but that damned student from earlier kept shooting you glares. As if everything you did earned his ire. Like he was personally offended by your existence... You were from a family of farmers but damn, his attitude towards you was worse than those falsely compassionately officals that pretended to take pity on the plight of farmers. The same people that made it possible for them to stuff their faces with rich sauces and soups, those addicting desserts and prized drinks.

Not to mention that blonde with the bob who sat next to him kept smiling and complimenting him, lathering on the praise for him until it creeped you out. You could've mistaken him for your brother, always showering famous scholars that he encountered with so much praise you thought that he was in love with them. Those crusty old men who sat pondering alongside other crusty men who agreed with their every word. This guy was more of a devout worshipper than fellow student. What made him so good that someone would treat him like a god, or perhaps, what made him so rich? So worthy of being praised, so worthy of being devoted to? How curious...

You were currently writing down your record of the first week of school, the classes, the teachers, the many students from all walks of life. Finishing each sentence with a flourish. You set your journal down. You learned that the blonde with violet eyes was some model named Vil Schoenheit. And the blonde with the bob was Rook Hunt. Two insignificant people that you'd probably forget in a couple of centuries... or well, that's what you assumed at first...

Resting your back against the wall you inhale quietly, your mind taking you back to the memories of a bygone era, a bygone you. "Whatever became of that faerie?" you mutter standing up from your spot. Stretching your arms you toss the journal into your bag. You hadn't heard much about him after he left, you never learned his name after all, it was hard to look for someone when you didn't know a basic fact about them. Did he die in the war? Did he have a family? Those questions would continue to go unanswered most likely. You missed him, that nocturnal fae that you watched grow up, the fae brought up by royalty, a mere peasant by hierarchy's standards. But status didn't matter to you, and he appreciated that.

That was then however, this is now. Seeing the students rush to classes, take their time chatting with friends, and teachers exchanging lesson plans. The similar sights of your school back when you were mortal. You sat by yourself at lunch time, occupying yourself by listening in on the busy chitter. Sitting silently as you picked at the your meal for today, pondering at the pangs in your chest that struck as you reminisced about a time no longer. Idly poking at the lukewarm pile of mashed potatoes with your fork, taking small bites of the tender steak. Too caught up in your memories to savor the flavors of the meat.

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Author's Thoughts

Scarlet-eyed fae - 'A good kid. Deserved better in life'

Vil Schoenheit - 'Nothing worth mentioning, dunno why he's famous'

Rook Hunt - 'desperate, fucking desperate'

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A/N: thank you guys for being so patient!! have a wonderful day/afternoon/night :>

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