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🌺 Annon is here once again but with an angst idea this time..😁

Reader dying during their lovers overblot and their reactions to it 🥰

Maybe Riddle, Leona and Jamil if u dont mind 🙏

I HOPE U DONT MIND BC THIS IS MY THIRD TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY I JUST LOVE UR WRITING IK URE WORKING ON OTHER ASKS TOO RN IM SORRY 😭

Hey 🌺 Anonnyyyyyyy!!! 🌺

Your requests are always welcomed, don't be afraid or shy to ask 💖💖💖 I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST OR THIRD OR ONE-HUNDERED-THOUSAND-FOURTH TIME. I WILL KEEP WRITING FOR YOU, MY DARLING. 💖💖💖

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|| GN!Reader || Overblot Death (Riddle, Leona, Jamil) - [Events slightly differ from in-game events]

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|●|[❗️TRIGGER WARNINGS:

● Death

● Descriptions of Character Death

● Mention of Suicide (Jamil's)

● Mentions of blood & struggling❗️]|●|

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{ * R I D D L E * }

"Riddle!"

You shrieked as Riddle's magic blasted right through the barrier a student made for you. It shattered like glass and the hole left a blaze of fire and smoke. It crawled around the surface like a crowd of ants eager to eat their meal. Riddle passed through, the barrier rendered useless against him.

Something tickled your throat as you breathed in steadily. You tried to regain your focus as you reached out for Riddle, his hands extended to yours—his fingers felt hot.

A sudden flashbang of red light. The world was spinning, and you could only see blobs and blurs of colors.

It hurt. It stung. It burned.

The tickling in your throat turned into choking. You gasped desperately for air while you flailed your arms around to grab a hold of your lover.

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle, you kept saying his name in your head. What if... What if he could hear you? This was his magic, afterall! Of course he could hear you! Maybe if you said it loud enough in your mind, he would save you. Riddle! Riddle! Please, Riddle! Perhaps you just needed to tell him how much you loved him, would he then return to normal? I love you, Riddle... Please, come back to me—I love you so much! Something felt like is was moving closer. It became hotter and hotter. It was Riddle!

...Or at least, that's what you wished it could be. As much as you wanted to believe it, you couldn't keep lying to yourself anymore.

He couldn't hear you.

He wasn't going to save you.

The only thing in front of you had the shape and form of a garbled mess of hues of red and orange.

"[ Name ]!" Trey shouted. He sprinted towards you as he tried to get in to pull you out. Before he could, Riddle's magic shoved Trey backwards, his power riding against his face. Trey stumbled onto the floor, his glasses snapping in half. Even as vice-housewarden, his power still could not match up to Riddle's.

The haziness of darkness clouded your eyesight. You became numb, and suddenly, there was nothing.

■•■•■

"Riddle!" Ace shouted. His hands dug into his hair in complete distress. "[ Name ] is... [ Name ] is...!"

"They're dead!" Deuce's voice was full of anguish.

Trey tossed his broken glasses at Riddle, trying to get his attention. "[ Name ]'s dead! Did you hear that! They're dead!"

Riddle rapidly turned to [ Name ]'s body. His clenched hands slowly loosened. The fire dissipated as he noticed the limp body a few feet away from him. The slow drag of his dress left a large trail of red magic behind like a path of blood as he moved towards you.

His overblot slowly changed—his skin returning to normal, his dress turning back into his dorm uniform... He kneeled down to you, his head rested against your chest as you laid still. No breath. No heartbeat.

Riddle's eyes squeezed shut. His hands clutched so tightly onto your uniform that his knuckles turned into a bony white. "I'm so sorry," he repeated with a shaky breath, "I'm so sorry, [ Name ]."

Your jacket had become soaked in Riddle's tears. Riddle couldn't contain his pain any longer as he strove to steady his heavy gasps. "I love you," Riddle muttered. He gently placed your hand onto his head while he continued to sob into your chest. He knew that whatever he did, you weren't going to respond in any sort of way, so he refused to let go of your warm, enervated hand with his cold, shaky ones.

He didn't want to forget the touch of your fingers running through his hair when you were alone together. He could recall your sweet smile and laugh when he blushed everytime you did so. He just wanted to clasp them between his and hold it tightly, never letting go.

Riddle promised himself... he didn't want to be the same anymore. He would rather become numb than to be tempted by rage ever again. One more event added to his trauma, and this entire situation was all his fault because he couldn't control his emotions.

To become a housewarden, to become a leader, to guide a country—it meant to carry the burden of tragedy and failure—but Riddle wondered outloud, "W-when will... all this... s-suffering end?" Riddle greived as his words strangled his throat like a tight rope.

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{ * L E O N A * }

All communications were lost as soon as Leona created the dust storm. You became seperated from the rest of the group, having been forced to run into a different direction because of flying objects being tossed in the storm as he aimed at you.

Leona stalked you while you ran. The sedated darts were futile when you used it against him and it only seemed to piss him off. Leona's movements were swift but he couldn't dodge your attacks. You tried to disarm him by shooting numbifying potions into his limbs. With every four steps he made, you took one back. The bag of liquids you carried was too heavy for you, even if it was being slowly used up. You needed to get him down somehow, without causing serious bodily harm.

But... you were getting physically exhausted. The dry dirt pulled your body down, the hot heat scorched against your skin, and the dusty sand was getting into your eyes.

You started to wonder if it would be a good idea to circle back and find the rest of the students. How long would it take? It felt like Leona was everywhere whenever you turned and zigzagged through the area. You shut your eyes. Your last resort was probably not the best solution, but one nonetheless, was to just start calling out for your friends.

"Ace! Deuce! Grim!" You started to panic when Leona's eyes narrowed at you. Your grip on the potion tightened and you slowed down. "Jack! Ruggie! Somebody!"

CRACK

You looked down. Blood covered your hands. Glass fell to the floor as you dropped the rest of the bottle. It shattered, and shards scattered across like stars swimming. You felt zero pain. The numbifying potion had instantly taken effect. To think that this would turn against you...

Leona prowled closer and locked eyes with you. He taunted you: shined his claws and bared his sharp fangs. He immediately pinned you on the floor and roughly pressed his forehead against yours. His green orbs were full of madness... distraught... and agony.

At first, you couldn't feel it.

There was no pain.

It only occured to you now that the potion was meant for you—...not Leona. It felt like had become the fragile, glass bottle. You couldn't breath. The grasp on your throat had tightened. It was barely an audible whisper, but you mouthed the words: I love you, Leona.

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Leona felt satisfied.

The strained clench of his fury was finally released upon something. He was grateful to have a giant stress ball beneath him. It was large—much bigger than the ones he was used to.

That is... Until he saw you underneath him. He looked around to see if anyone else was there to witness the crime. There was nobody. Leona felt absolutely pathetic—him, a giant, humanoid cat had given in to his animalistic instincts. And... on you.

"[ Name ]..." He muttered. His heart became heavy and felt disgusted with himself. "How could I have been so damn stupid...?"

He placed his face against the crook of your neck and shut his eyes. Leona breathed slowly, he tried to reduce his anger but it didn't really help. He wanted to set fire and hell upon the infertile soil because of his careless actions. He felt something boiling inside. He wanted to shred and destroy—cause havoc and chaos.

But the person he deeply cherished lying in front of him told him otherwise. Unspoken words were always said between the two, and Leona knew that they would say, "Sometimes, destroying things won't solve anything."

He gently caressed your cheek. He knew you couldn't feel it. Though, he hoped that in the afterlife (if there ever was one) that you could forgive him and feel his love once more.

This was the heavy price of magic—to overblot meant to lose your mind, also control of yourself—and Leona believed he had nothing to lose until now. You, the most special person to him, was gone. Lost.

He picked you up and carried you in his arms. He would stay in this grotesque form forever, hiding away from the rest of the students with his deceased lover. He didn't care if he never turned into his normal self, or if he even died from all the negative energy within. All he wanted was to be with you—for eternity.

If this was loss, then he too, would become one with it.

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{ * J A M I L * }

You wondered... Would Jamil come save you, even in overblot form, if you came crashing down into the earth while you rode on the magic carpet?

From down below, you saw students forming into groups to counterattack Jamil, some getting struck down by him, and others running away to receive medical aid. The sight wasn’t in the least pleasant. In fact, it would have been vomit-worthy if you weren’t so focused on not falling from such great heights.

The dagger in your hand was starting to get sticky from your clammy hands. You didn’t want to do this... But what other options did you have? It wasn’t like you had magic abilities or an aim like Rook. To do this meant to have courage, and that is definitely what you believed you had. It was a constant lie you told yourself.

You tilted the carpet downwards as you watched Jamil stagger from one of the student's attacks. He seemed to be slightly confused. Who hit him? You see Grim in the distance, his flames darting across the sky. It was a distraction for you.

Your hand raised towards Jamil, the dagger aiming straight to his arm. You weren't going to kill him, you were simply trying to weaken him... But what if you missed? The closer you got to him, the more the guilt rose from the pits of your stomach.

It boiled and burned.

Wait.

No.

....No....

There was something impaled into your stomach. A blazing sensation coursed through your body and your once-shaky hands were gripping onto Jamil's shoulders. He stared into your eyes. He looked detatched. Almost remorseless.

You shut your eyes, released a heavy sigh, and rested your forehead against his. You could hear the gasps of the other students and shouting of unfathomable words.

You don't know how Jamil did it. How he seized your weapon and peirced it into you.

There was a sinister smile that you had never seen. He was another person. That twisted gaze held contempt and cruelty.

"Worthlessss," Jamil spat onto your face. "Just like Kalim."

"H-huh...?" you moved slowly and dug your nails into Jamil's skin as deep as you could. "W-we'll... see a-about that."

Something slammed hard onto Jamil's head, and your ears echoed to your own slow, rhythmic beating heart.

■●■●■

When Jamil woke up, his head was hammering from intense pain. He felt someone watching him, and as soon as he looked up, hundereds of eyes looked down at him. He heard Kalim's voice: "...Sorry about that, I didn't really have a choice."

Jamil turned to Kalim. He was squatting next to him with a handful of bandage wraps and an icepack. Jamil was trying to remember what led up to this event.. What did Kalim mean by "he didn't really have a choice"?

Jamil could barely muster a word. He felt exhausted from whatever he previously had done. "What... do you... mean?"

Kalim could only give him the biggest, forced smile. "Let's just get you to the infirmary first." Kalim pulled Jamil and wrapped his arm over his shoulder.

"I shall assist you," Jade said as he quickly grabbed ahold onto Jamil's other arm.

"Hmph," Azul was heard from behind. "Such benevolence must be repaid, no?"

"If it's money... you want..." Jamil huffed and winced, "...So be—..."

Kalim and Azul instantly made eye contact with each other. Jamil's weight became... lighter. He didn't need to say anything for anybody to realize what was wrong. He saw the limp body. The blood-soaked, magic carpet. The knife still intact in their stomach. For a while, Kalim didn't know what to say, until Azul spoke up.

"She... commited suicide," Azul hesitantly lied. He wasn't sure how long this fabrication would hold up. The rumors would start to spread eventually, but Jamil couldn't know the truth now. His memory loss of the event might prove to be a good thing but... was this benevolence? And the price... it would be paid when the truth was out. As for now, Jamil was at his most unstable point. Him knowing the truth would only detorate his mental health—kill him, even. His overblot state had already damaged him enough.

Jamil was wide-eyed at your lifeless form. There was no motion. Even Kalim's magic carpet beneath you hadn’t moved. It was like it was frozen, and so was the whole world. Time stopped and he could only hear the tremors of his own heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears.

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