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[deeranon]

Knife and Magic

Warnings: bit of angst, slightly rushed writing that probably isn’t too good, mentions of past harm, implied injuries, possibly bad grammar(English IS my first language)

Rollo X reader | synopsis: Rollo hides out at Night Raven College under the guise of strengthening the bonds with other magic schools after the country-wide epidemic that almost brought the end of the City of Flowers is looked into by authorities. The only problem is, no dorm will even house Rollo temporarily. Except for Ramshackle, that is.

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Rollo knew his failed plan would backfire eventually. It was simply a matter of time. After all, a sudden surge of magic draining flowers overrunning the City of Flowers overnight and turning hundreds of normal people with magic temporarily powerless as their power was being eaten by the minute was no small disaster. A disaster like that was bound to draw attention from the neighboring kingdoms.

And attention was not something Rollo wanted or needed. So here he sat in a chair at Ramshackle dorm under the guise of “wanting to strengthen friendships with the magical schools that had attended the Masquerade after their help with fixing the disaster” while waiting for the commotion to die down in the City of Flowers.

It has been three weeks since Rollo first arrived at Night Raven College, and he hated every second of it. Everywhere he looked, imbeciles were throwing magic around like it was harmless.

Even now, the flaming eared headache known as Grim was using magic to play a silly game with the dorm ghosts. Magift, Grim called it as he gave Rollo the stink eye before running outside.

Rollo could only watch the stupidity with his handkerchief over his mouth, a habit he had picked up over the years.

A habit you were attempting to break with very little success.

As much as Rollo hated to admit it, you were a good host. Though you once told him that wasn’t a very hard bar to pass because you were his ONLY host. All of the dorms had fought against having to house him(well, almost all of them—but Octavinelle was never to be trusted) when a meeting had been held the day after he arrived, and because you were sick the day of the meeting and couldn’t attend they all pushed Rollo to you.

You didn’t complain too much about it after you had recovered(Rollo had enough ire for the leaders and dorm-vices about the underhanded decision for the both of you). When you were visiting the City of Flowers you had already invited Rollo to stay over if he ever came to visit, even after all the problems he had caused your group. (Malleus had not been in a good mood after he learned of this information, even though he tried his best to hide it, the weather told you all you needed to know.)

It was almost depressing, watching Rollo glare at Grim and the three ghosts through the window like they had egged the church and sprayed the walls with graffiti on Christmas Day. Despite the lesson that had been practically beaten into him by your friends(if you could even call some of them that) Rollo still saw magic as an ink stain on the perfect portrait that was humanity.

And to be honest, you were starting to get fed up with his preaching about how magic is still ugly and dangerous.

“Using magic to play a brutish game…how idiotic….” Rollo muttered under his breath as his purple handkerchief littered with yellow stars was pressed against his lips. You took a long sip of your tea(that Rollo had “secretly” made you). “Do they have any idea what they are messing with?” Your tea suddenly tastes just as bitter as Rollo’s emotions. You sigh, setting the warm mug with the words ‘most sane prefect’ on the front onto a coaster. You didn’t know how much more of Rollo’s depressed monologuing about the sin of using magic you could take.

The dusty old grandfather clock you had managed to fix with the ghosts help croaked miserably to tell you it was early evening, bringing you out of your thoughts about different ways you could work your ‘magic less-prefect magic’(thanks Ace) on the grey haired boy who needed therapy and a new haircut.

It was time to get dinner started. You hauled your exhausted body off of the plush navy blue couch you had claimed for an emergency nap earlier today and took a single step towards the kitchen before an idea struck you like lightning.

It was a borderline insane idea, but maybe it could work.

“Rollo, follow me.” You called, making the boy turn to you with a raised brow. He followed after nonetheless, pocketing his handkerchief the moment he turned away from the window.

The two of you walked in silence, a normal thing between the two of you. Though sometimes you worry Rollo gets stuck in his head still full of toxic ideals when there is too much quiet. Like right now, for instance.

You opened the door to the kitchen and held it open so that Rollo could pass through. Mentally, you were calculating what you should make for dinner and if your plan would work at the same time.

You gave your head a small shake. There was no backing out now. All or nothing, as they say.

You trailed a hand gingerly over the countertop as you walked around the island to the block of stainless steel knives Jamil had gifted you as an apology for his actions during winter break after seeing the previous state of your kitchen before the dormitory makeover.

You pulled one of the knives out of its slot and prayed Jamil would forgive you if he ever found out about what you were going to do.

“What is this?” You said, holding the large kitchen knife up for Rollo to see.

“A knife?” Rollo said wearily, because he just now realized he was alone in a kitchen with a person he had nearly killed along with their close friends.

“A knife. That’s right.” You nodded and whirled around, snatching a block of cheese and a packet of chicken from the fridge then a loaf of bread from the pantry, and an apple from an unsuspecting fruit bowl.

You dropped four pieces of bread onto the counter before pushing the loaf away in exchange for the cutting board where you set the cheese block and apple. Rollo stared at you, completely confused as you cut into the cheese while giving him a pointed look. “And what am I doing with the knife right now?”

Rollo gave you a weird look, glancing between you and the block of cheese as you cut out four slices before taking the shiny red apple and starting to peel the skin off with the blade. Rollo couldn’t help but notice how you pointed the blade toward yourself as you worked. “Peeling an apple…?”

“Right.” Was the one-word-reply you gave Rollo as you opened the container of chicken and set a single slice of cheese on every other bread piece before laying down a solid layer of chicken in the same fashion.

At this point, Rollo would be disappointed with himself if he didn’t realize that you were making sandwiches, thankfully Rollo was very aware of your sandwich-making actions and therefore did not feel disappointed with himself.

“Crust or no crust?” You said to him after placing the last two cheese slices on top of the chicken along with the top pieces of bread.

Rollo didn’t know why it mattered. “Crust.” He said, because the sandwich was already made. You nodded at him and then cut the sandwiches in half, pausing once again to look at him with those endlessly knowing eyes of yours.

“Toasted?” You questioned with such intensity Rollo felt like a criminal being interrogated by the police. Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Rollo chose to nod in agreement.

As expected, you slid the two sandwiches into the toaster oven and watched as the cheese slowly melted into the chicken and the bread turn crisp.

To Rollo, there was an awkward silence as you both waited for the food to toast. You made no move to set the knife down on the counter or start a conversation, only staring at the toaster oven with your startlingly deep eyes that Rollo thought held the secrets of the entire world and then some. Rollo didn’t try to start a conversation either, even as the silence rang quietly in his ears. It almost felt like he was standing at the top of the bell tower, looking down at the bustling city with only the wind and occasionally a moving gargoyle to fill the silence.

The toaster oven let out a happy chime as the timer hit zero and you reached out without a hint of hesitation for the sandwiches, nearly giving Rollo a heart attack when your fingers almost grazed the burning hot metal.

You set the sandwiches on plastic plates that had a flowery design to them, the peeled apple was then cut into slices and placed on a smaller paper plate.

You stared at the food, then back up at Rollo, knife still in hand. You held up a hand so that the palm faced Rollo like you were asking to hold something. Rollo shifted in place, gripping the starry handkerchief folded neatly in his left pocket with an almost anxious feeling as something changed in the air.

“Now what am I doing with the knife?” You said, and Rollo paused because you weren’t doing anything with the knife—

“What are you doing?!” Rollo screeched as he choked back a gasp when you raised your other hand and cut your palm until a trickle of blood weaved between your fingers and fell onto the kitchen counter.

Rollo rushed around the counter and snatched the knife from your hand, uncaring about the blood soaking into his handkerchief as he pressed it against the cut in your hand. “Why would you cut yourself, you fool!”

“To teach you a valuable lesson.” You said, wincing only slightly when Rollo pressed even harder against the wound with his handkerchief. Said male gaped at you like you had lost your mind, and you let out a small snicker at the face he was making. “The way I see it, the knife is the same as this world’s magic.”

“What?” Rollo truly thought you had lost your mind. Just what were you talking about?! You were spouting nonsense just like those wasteful magical buffoons! Now you let out a bitter chuckle, staring at the blood soaked cloth with an emotion Rollo could only guess was sadness.

“Let’s say the knife represents magic.” You said as tears from pain welled up in your eyes. Rollo had never seen you cry in the three weeks he had lived with you, and it was a horrible thing to see. His heart ached to see you smile, but he shoved the emotion down until he could focus on stopping the blood.

“I used the knife to make us those sandwiches. Then I used that same knife cut through my skin like butter. But I was the one who wielded the knife every time.” You looked into Rollo’s eyes and he couldn’t help but inwardly scold himself as his breath caught in his throat as he stared right back. Had you always been this attractive? Then, your words registered in his mind and it felt like he had been slapped in the face.

“What I’m trying to say, I guess…is that it’s all about how you use magic.” You gave him a smile so broken and yet so happy when you spoke Rollo felt his heart temporarily stop beating. You pulled your bloody hand away and walked over to the kitchen sink, and Rollo noticed how you just barely favored your left foot over the right but was too stunned to say anything about it.

“Almost anyone can wield magic here. But it’s all about how someone uses it that matters. I should know. I’ve been on the receiving end of it more times than I can count.” You bent down and took a first aid kit from under the sink with your free hand. Rollo saw a glimpse of a jagged scar wrapping around your ankle.

“Then isn’t that all the more reason I should hate it?!” Rollo snapped, angry and confused and a mix of more emotions he couldn’t identify. That he didn’t want to acknowledge because he knew exactly what they were but it just wasn’t right to feel this way right now…was it?

You shook your head as you ran your bloody hand under the faucet water, lettingout a hiss of pain. “You were angry at me when I cut myself, not the knife. It’s the person, not the object that matters.” That temporarily shut Rollo up. “Besides, I’m already on good terms with the people who wronged me. I’m not mad at them anymore.”

“So you were angry.” Rollo pressed as he watched you bandage your hand. You let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. Rollo wanted to apologize for whatever had made you so tired, even though he was likely the reason. But he didn’t. His lips were sealed with invisible glue he couldn’t peel off.

“I was angry. No one likes being hurt. The things they did…they were horrible and sometimes I’m still angry at them even though I don’t want to be. But that’s just a part of being human, Rollo. We make mistakes and do things and say things we shouldn’t when we’re angry and hurt.” You turned back to face him, voice shaky and eyes blurry with tears. “I’m sure you know that better than most. Knife and magic, Rollo.”

You walked past him and handed him one of the sandwiches before walking out of the kitchen. Rollo noticed a long, claw-like scar running along the arm that bled. His heart ached painfully.

“Knife and magic.”

@idkfitememate @libraryraccoon how did I do?

Wrote this in like—less than a week, I think? All for Rollo cuz I hope he comes home quick.

I’m saving for playful land Ace after Glomas no matter what but I’m hoping Rollo comes within 100 pulls because playful land could spring up anywhere anytime in EN.

Pspspspss Rollo come home

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hullo im not dead

Anyways belated Miniroth Easter drawing :D

KHARITS we missed you buddy 😭🩷 I hope you're well 🥕 Thank you for the awesome art (and Miniroth's bunny sweater!)

[huxleaf]

All redacted characters are queer one way or another btw fight me

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Consider: live mothman reaction to someone actually going 'pspspspsps' to him

it depends on the person!!

if it's you, Foul Legacy tilts his head curiously and chirps, listening to the pspspspss sounds you make. after a few moments he bounds over to you, bumping his head against your outstretched hand with a happy trill. if you hold your hand palm side up he plonks his chin into it, craning his head back so you can scratch his neck. "pspspsps" becomes synonymous with your affection, and whenever Legacy hears your playful whispers his lilac fur ruffles in delight and anticipation. sometimes he even does his own version of pspspsps to you, low and soft and growling, his claws delicately holding your cheeks like a butterfly flitting over a flower

if it's anyone else, however, he gives them a questioning look and backs away. there are a couple people he'll spare a glance for- Zhongli, for example, or Baizhu- but strangers or mere acquaintances he simply glares at. very rarely does Foul Legacy allow himself to be touched by anyone other than you, and he's stubborn enough to keep it that way. no amount of pspspsps from strange, untrustworthy people can convince him to change his mind, and he'll quickly dart behind you and let out a quiet hiss until the person leaves, leaning his weight on you for comforting snuggles afterwards

[ravenous-feast-of-love]

I do wish some wandering souls would come along again, fill up my mailbox until i drown in the mail.

Well? Come on down, dear! There’s always room for more souls in my cemetery!!

[puppy-pie]

you sound so cute and hot and i want you to be rough to me or just hold me while we spoon. oh my god i just want you so badly

Anon…anon please anon save me save me anon

Hnghhhh I would LOVE to spoon right now I’m so tired and sleepy and AEUGHHHHH just need to wrap someone up in my arms and cling to them for dayssssss <333 all nice and warm and safe <333

(I mean, I’d also love to rough fuck you in the morning. Wake you up by flipping you over and ripping off whatever pajamas you’ve got on. Pressing your face into the pillows, making you scream while I raise your hips to get more leverage into your hole, basically grabbing and using your body like a fleshlight. Shoving my tongue down your throat to make you quiet down…god that would be nice rn)

Afterwards we could have pancakes :] I make a DAMN good pancake

[raytm]

ok i have updated my carrd and friends only muses now i can go into hiding !!

[ispyspookymansion]

hiii so my film professor mentioned wanting to explore more horror movies and I leant her your zine about transgressive gender in slashers and I didn't want to explain parasocial microinfluencing so I said a friend wrote it. anyways passing along that she was "impressed with the lucidity of the writing and the insight of the critique" and "a fabulous piece of work"

OMG. THATS SO CRAZY!!!!!! im kicking my feet about this its SO cute thank you for sharing the zine and the feedback! <3

[madame-mongoose]

Respectfully, as a robot fucker, don't you dare apologise for that brain worm of an art piece that gor a non-Portal fan to start reading about Portal lore

NO WAYYYY FR??? LMAOOO OH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

[feralbeeast]

Love your knife posts! Any chance for a knife to throat post?

Thank you lovely! 🥰🖤 well since you asked~

⋆ ･˳ . ⭒ They / Them ⋆･. ˳ . ⋆

[bittsandpieces]

Hypersomnia AND protective older sibling? Recipe for waking up feeling so so satisfied and not sure why

And maybe a little bit sore and a little bit drippy. Maybe

[fortheloveofexy]

🌞 ✨ ☄️ 🌸 💫 🌹 💐 🌈

Uh so... Basically everything. I love you man. 🧡

ohhhh... anon this is so sweet ;-; i would love to talk to you

[lightsaroundyourvanity]

Trying to think of a Xena Ally McBeal ask to send lesbian style but unfortunately I have not watched either show.

this is so funny a friend and i were talking about how we never get anons anymore the other day and it turns out!!! it's because i've been blogging from 1998

[ferrocyan]

I'm so happy to see another wolreeq enjoyer! Do you have a favourite thing or detail about your wolreeq?

HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING I AM SO HAPPY TO MEET A FELLOW ENJOYER i most definitely have one favorite detail ;3 the most basic of which is that my wol and lue-reeq are similar in so many ways.

when i first met reeq in the story and he says that he's on this cardinal virtue hunt to become the greatest hunter of all time, i was immediately like oh, that's just like tart! bc my wol also initially set out as an adventurer and scion in order to become the greatest hero of eorzea, haha. she was really wrecked by the events of post-stormblood, and being transported to a new world presents a chance to start over, so meeting a guy who is just like how she was in the past really rekindled tart's adventuring spirit

they are both also really dumb. i was howling when reeq was like "heyyy bestie it just occurred to me i forgot to ask your name lol didn't we become best friends sooo fast?" like buddy. my man. he is so lucky to have met my wol, who after saving thancred from praetorium thought she should introduce herself to him. bc tart thought thancred had been possessed by lahabrea the entire time lmao. anyone else and reeq would be screwed

they are both prideful people, too. i can't say the biggest example bc i should be writing that for my fanfic (head in hands) but there's also how their pride blinds them to the perils of their quest. tart in being the warrior of light has gotten herself killed multiple times, but still charges ahead and acts as a hero out of pride. she was also completely unaware of how her fame would get her targeted by people like teledji. reeq is similar in how he sees himself capable of facing andreia alone, right? yeah there's that, but also

if you did the lvl 80 role quest before liberating eulmore from vauthry and ran'jit, there's a line of dialogue in the role quest which gets altered to reflect the msq progression

reeq is a skilled archer. he's been passionate at it since childhood, and he is good enough at it to successfully hunt dangerous beasts-turned-sin-eater on his own. he wants to be acknowledged with this skill, so he thought to be the greatest hunter of all time, by defeating the current greatest hunter of all time. but she's now been turned to an angel, and here in angel city the god-king of mankind has declared that angels are not to be killed or defeated. and reeq is somehow completely blindsided by this fact. he's 18, there's little possibility he remembers eulmore before vauthry became dictator... but what he definitely remembers are stories about how hunters were famous and admired. he lets his pride as a hunter blind him to the obvious outcome

these two jumped into their respective quests without thinking, only looking to the eventual outcome that they'd be famous. they're shallow, dumb, too prideful for their own good. they don't deserve to be the heroes. and yet out of sheer dumb luck, tart being hydaelyn's chosen one, reeq being born a male mystel allowing him to avoid being taken by andreia, they're the ones who succeed.

then again, despite their shallow reasoning, they do it all because they find out that this is their calling. reeq says at the end of their adventure that he's never felt more alive than when he's on this journey with tart. that was how tart felt when she joined the scions, too. they grow to have deeper motivations, reeq to uphold the warriors of light's legacy, and tart to support alphinaud's resolve. they find their passions and do their best to be proper heroes

that's not even everything but i'll stop here www i didn't set out to ship my wol with reeq because they're similar, but it ends up becoming one of my favorite things about them! i love finding (and making up) parallels so much. they're both just little guys who are so lame and kinda suck. but they get better wwww

anyway thanks again for your question, i love talking about wolreeq so much especially mine--actually i've made a post about what i love about wolreeq in general too. but i love mine more hehe (i made up a ship name for them: lighthunter) please talk to me about them some more, i am demonstrably so normal and hinged about wolreeq. also have pics

[nshtn]

do you have any dnis?

If you're <18 or don't like transmen, since I'm 22, Phreaky, and transmasc!

I cannot stop people from interacting; people who are the negative things others list don't care about a DNI.

You don't have to be afraid around me. I hope that you enjoy your stay. :3

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

Thank you for that analysis of Akechi's personas. I am now at least 20% more insane about him than I was before 👍

HAHA thanks! That meta only scratches the very surface of the ways I am insane about Akechi and his Personas skdhejhf but I am waiting until I write my Palace AU to write any other metas cause I'll probably get a lot of it out of my system then (and i don't want to give everything im doing away prematurely hehe). I've been reading a ton about Robin Hood and mannnn the ways Akechi does (and does not) parallel him make me go BRRRRRR im so so normal. very normal

But just a lil bit more to mayhaps add to your insanity. Robin Hood directly parallels Joker in soooo many ways. Outlaw and leader of a band of thieves who are the outcasts of society. Upright moral code. Trickster charismatic personality who gets up to hijinks. Relies on and is saved by his friends. Loves befriending his enemies and making them join his side. Has a rival that's aligned with the authorities/cops. I could go on.

Akechi's idealized self is Joker.