#3M:3S chapter one
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villain!azul ashengrotto x magical girl!reader note - welcome to this very impulsive magical girl parody! i'm not sure how many chapters it will be exactly, but i'm looking forward to writing more. i hope you'll enjoy reading! chapter navigation: [01] (you are here) // [02]
Magic is a messy, complex thing.
It can enchant and amaze with beautiful, endless possibilities. It can terrify with traumatic results. Like any sort of power in this world, it is a heavy responsibility for those who wield it. Everything has its dark side; youâre sure the same holds true for magic. No matter how marvelous it may be, surely there exists some shadow.
Itâs also something you canât use, and so the good and the bad donât really apply to you!
Not that this is cause for envy. Rather, youâre relieved you donât have to worry about experiencing the problems that accompany magic. Youâve got enough on your plate as it is; magic would only further complicate it. With no other plausible way to return to your world, youâve had to make your home here on Sageâs Island. Itâs an isolated place, boasting two elite magical universities and a bustling town.
It also happens to resemble a chicken wing on maps, so thatâs a plus. Truly an ideal getaway! If only you werenât trapped here indefinitely⊠Maybe then youâd have better appreciation for it.
As it happens, youâre a janitor living in the abandoned, decrepit dorm on the outskirts of campus. It took a month since you moved in, but youâve managed to clean it up into a habitable space with the help of its resident haunts. The Headmage hasnât been very helpful or present since your arrival, and so youâve had to make do with what little youâve been given. But for all of his troubling qualities, he isnât inherently cruel. Heâs kind enough to pay you for your services (but then that was only after you threatened him into an agreement), and he doesnât overwork you (again, this is because you made it abundantly clear you wonât do anything if it violates your own sanity in some way, shape, or form). At least heâs willing to negotiate every time you argue for humane working conditions.
Heâs an irksome guy. You canât believe he has the gall to call himself the âembodiment of magnanimityâ when heâs done the bare minimum. Even the ghosts have offered more assistance and they donât have any sort of authority here! Youâre pleased to share a space with them. Sometimes they seem more reliable than the Headmage.
Despite your attempts to acclimate, the illustrious Night Raven College is still a place wholly unsuitable for a magicless human such as yourself. Youâre the same age as some of the students here, but they feel like theyâre on another level. Flying overhead on brooms, casting spells, mixing up potions⊠You listen in on some of their conversations while washing windows or sweeping the floors and wonder if all magic schools are this rigorous.
Maybe thatâs any school regardless of its curriculum. Any sort of academic pursuit comes with difficulties; thatâs normal. But magic is a facet unique to this world. There arenât any arcane academies where youâre from, but now you wish there were. They seem so fascinating.
âNot much of my problem, though, is it?â you mumble, shaking free of that thought. Being a janitor is great. You can avoid the stress of school and keep up with the gossip exchanged in the halls. Itâs like reading the newspaper, only itâs spoken instead of written.
Morning spills through the part in the curtains when you open them. You shut your eyes and bask in the warming glow of a sunshine smooch. Itâs going to be another great dayâyouâre sure of thisâand a day as pleasant as this deserves to be lived in its entirety. Perhaps youâll have a picnic outside or you could evenâ
BAM.
Your eyes snap open just in time to view the raven whoâs slammed itself against the window. Disoriented, it jerks itself up and away from the glass, flapping its wings wildly. You watch its attempts with a pitying frown. And then, inching closer to pull the window open to allow the raven respite, you see it: the blue flames racing towards you at a rapid speed.
With a yelp, you dive out of the way just in time. Due to the forceful blast, the window shatters in a spray of glass. Heat licks at your face, so hot it almost singes your brows, and you stumble to the other side of the room in a panicked daze.
âYou lousy bird!â someone exclaims, the words pronounced in a growl. âGet back here so I can nab ya and prove that Iâm worthy of beinâ at this school!â
The raven squawks, fluttering wildly about your room. A sleek, obsidian-colored feather floats into your hand. You donât have time to admire it, for the curtains have just caught fire.
âCome onâI just put those up last week!â you bemoan, looking on in abject horror.
From the opening, a furry creature bursts through. He resembles a grey cat with his short, fluffy stature, but his tail is shaped strangely and thereâs blue fire flickering from his ears. The same blue fire heâs currently conjuring in an attempt to catch the ravenâŠ
You grab hold of the coat rackâthe nearest viable weapon you can think ofâand jump in front of him. He startles and leaps back when you swing.
âWhatâre you doing?! You canât do that in here! Fuckâmy curtains! Donât light anything else on fire!â
Baffled, the cat-creature scoffs at you. âHow was I supposed to know someoneâs livinâ in here? Not my fault!â
âItâs a residence! Of course someone lives here! I live here!â
âWhen they make me the Great Mage Grim, Iâll fix this place up for ya. Thatâs a promise! I just gotta catch that bird and prove myself a worthy candidate. Just you waitâtheyâll be puttinâ my name up in lights!â
âLike hell they will!â
With a devastated groan, you whack the curtains down with the coat rack. They land in a heap, smoke curling from beneath the pile and sliding out the shattered window in dark, wispy tendrils. It takes a frazzled few stomps and smacks before the fire fizzles away, leaving you with charred curtains and the distinct stench of something scorched.
Still panting from the adrenaline rush, you loosen your grip on the coat rack. This is a mess. What am I going to do? I donât have enough money to fix this!
You turn your hateful scowl on the cat-creature. âYou!â
âW-Wait! Wait!â He raises a paw to his lips and gestures towards your bedside table. The raven sits perched, a golden chain wrapped around its neck and an envelope clasped in its beak. In all of the chaos, you must have missed that. âDonât say a word. Itâs right there.â
He approaches stealthily, slow as a sloth, and pounces. He misses narrowly, ending up with a mouthful of feathers instead. The raven caws and takes flight, circling overhead.
He spits feathers. âMyahaha! I got it! I actuallyâoh. Dumb bird⊠No one can escape the Great Grim.â
The raven lands on your shoulder next. It cocks its head at you.
âWhat? Is this for me?â you ask, even though youâre certain of the answer. You pluck the envelope from the raven, who sets to preening itself now that itâs no longer occupied.
âGive it here!â The cat-creature hops up onto your bed, reaching with an expectant paw. âThat birdâs got my admission letter!â
âYour letter?â You hold it out of reach and stick your tongue out at him. âNo âgreat mageâ sets someoneâs home on fire. Youâre a subpar mage, if anything.â
âI am not! You just waitâIâll show you!â
âI donât want to see anymore.â Turning away, you break the wax seal and procure the parchment waiting within.
He swipes at you impatiently. âLemme see! Whatâs it say?â
Written in elegant script, complete with a stamp youâve never seen before, it looks very official. Whoever wrote it is exceptionally good at cursive, their letters swooping together seamlessly. Itâs almost like a decorative artwork with its double-looped Oâs and dancing cursive. You marvel at the craftsmanship, wishing your handwriting could look as refined as this personâs.
To whom it may concern, Greetings and congratulations on your admittance into the program! We recognize your outstanding achievements as a model student and believe you have what it takes to do wonderful things. It is with great pride that we bestow upon you a piece of magical history, referred to as The Tried-and-True Trident. You will find it enclosed in this letter.
You look up from the letter just as an aureate necklace lands in your palm. The raven blinks at you once before lifting itself off of your shoulder with a flap of its inky wings. It departs through the window, up into the cloudless, cerulean sky, in a flurry of feathers. Thereâs a tiny trident pendant hanging from the chain. It winks at you in the light, so shiny you think you might catch your reflection if you stare long enough. Youâre not sure what part of it is tried or true, for it looks more like costume jewelry than anything. At least itâs cute. Kind of fashionable, even.
With this historic piece, you are now free to wield the wonders of the sea as you please. You are expected to use these powers to defend those you hold dear from the threat of tragedy. You should have met with your mentor already. If not, we shall send someone to escort you. We look forward to beholding your excellent heroics. Sincerely,
âGimme that!â
Grim snatches the letter before you can glimpse the name signed at the bottom. The enchanted letter tears in two and then, before both of your eyes, it promptly disintegrates.
You eye the fuzzball with a fresh bout of vitriol. âWhat did you say your name was again?â
âItâs Grimâthe Great Grimâand I promise ya as soon as Iââ
âGood. Now I know what name to carve on your tombstone when I put you in the ground for ruining my letter!â You reach for the coat rack, expression ablaze with newfound ferocity.
Grim yelps and scurries away. âH-Hold on! I can fix it!â
âHow? Itâs ash!â
âWell, what did it say? Iâm sure I can explain it to ya!â
âIt said something about this necklace. The something-something trident. Protecting loved ones from tragedy. Admittance into some program. A mentorâŠâ
âMentor⊠Mentor! Yeah, that sounds about right!â Grim laughs proudly. âArenât you in luck, human! Iâm gonna be your mentor.â
âSure you are.â You rest your hand on your hip, brows raised. âThe same cat who destroyed my window and curtains is gonna mentor me in whatever this is. Funny story.â
His jaw drops. âA-At least pretend like itâs cool! And Iâm not a cat!â He hops off of your bed with a huff. âUngrateful human. Youâre undeserving of the Great Grimâs teaching anyways! I donât need you!â
âOther way around.â
âYou donât need me!â
âThere we go.â You applaud him sardonically. âLook, I donât know what any of this is. Iâm sure it was a mistake. Iâm not even a student here.â
Grim, who had been on his way towards the door, halts. He turns to face you slowly. âYerâŠnot a student?â
âI work here. Thereâs no way for me to be enrolled here because I canât use magic.â
âW-Whaâcanât use magic?! Then why did you get in, but I didnât?!â
You can only shrug. The necklace twists idly when you hold it up for closer inspection. âSo this thing is supposed to help me? Hey, Grim, do you know what this is?â
You lower to his height and hold your hand out. He watches you dubiously before approaching and leaning in to sniff at the chain.
âSmells fine to me. Kinda like wet metal.â
âI didnât ask for a flavor profile.â You heave a tired sigh. The dayâs only just begun and youâre already swamped with nonsense. âMaybe that Headmage knows something.â
Grim gasps. âYouâre chummy with the Headmage? You think you could talk him into lettinâ me join?â
âWhy do you even want in so badly?â
âIsnât it obvious? Iâm a renowned mage! They should be begging me to join!â
Anyone couldâve sent that letter. It might not even be from the Headmage⊠If I knew the senderâs name, I could just track them down and ask them.Â
âYou said you wanted to prove yourself, didnât you?â You offer your hand again, this time to shake on it. âBecome my mentor. Thatâll show that Crowley youâre plenty capable. Then you can get into this school and I can find a way to return this necklace to its rightful owner.â
Grim folds his arms over his chest, avoiding your hand like itâs the plague. âAnd whatâs in it for me? My services arenât cheap, yâknow!â
âYou can live here with me. Iâll find ways to sneak you into the lecture halls if you wanna sit in and observe the class.â
âHow about food?â
âFood isâŠâ Nonexistent, really. That cheapskate Crowley! Iâve got to talk him into raising my pay. âI get paid at the end of this week. Weâll have to survive off of whatâs in the fridge and the lunch Iâm allowed to get from the cafeteria for now.â
Grimâs features soften. âHm⊠I guess itâs not terrible. Could be better. But all great mages start from humble beginningsâincluding myself, but youâd never be able to guess!â
âRightâŠâ
With how carelessly you tossed that fire around, youâre the last mage I should be partnering with.
âDo we have a deal, Grim? Youâll be my mentor and Iâll help you wherever I can.â
Grim places his paw in your palm, his chest puffed out. âYouâd better start callinâ me Teacher!â
A smile strains on your lips. âNot happening.â
With a firm shake, your pact is made.
âSo what spells do you know? Any that might be able to fix up a window and some curtains?â
âYou donât need those lame spells! The Great Grim can do plenty of other amazing feats.â
âLike?â
âVery amazing feats. Didnât you hear me?â
âYou donât know anything, do you?â
Grim flinches, guilt flashing across his countenance.
âIs blue fire all you can summon?â
âI⊠I can do much more! This is just a fraction of my true power! If I had a magestone, this whole spell business would be a lot easier.â
âA magestone? Ah, those things the students have on their pens? I guess that would be helpful. Where can we get one, though?â
âIâd tell ya if I knew.â
âThe library might know. If we head there now, we can spend the rest of the morning researching and then we can get lunch.â You reach to fasten the chain around your neck. Itâs tucked under your shirt next, safe and sound. âWait outside for a minute. Iâll change out of my pajamas, clean up the window, and then weâll be on our way.â
Grim trots out the door without resistance. âIâll grab a snack from the fridge while yer doinâ all that stuff.â
âOne snack! Donât eat everything!â
But heâs already bounding away, singing as he goes: âFree eats canât be beat!â Sighing, you shut the door and turn to assess the state of your bedroom. It could be worse. Your bed could have been damaged, or you could have sustained quite the nasty burn.
One mess at a time.
You change into your uniform, which is really just a PE jumpsuit. The same one the students wear. This one has seen better days and itâs a size too big on you, but itâs all Crowley claimed to have on hand when you asked about work clothes. Once again, you soothe yourself with your favorite adage: It could be worse.
You could be homeless. You could be starving. You could be dead.
So itâs not so bad to wear the spare. Itâs still got the dorm patch and class numbers sewn onto it, albeit both have worn considerably. Your eyes are drawn to them as you admire yourself in the mirror. Octavinelle Dorm⊠Youâve heard there are seven dormitories at this school, each based on a historical figure and representing the various spirits of these people. The sorting at the entrance ceremony was something special for the incoming first-years. Youâd felt a little awkward to disturb such a grand occasion, even more so when the Dark Mirror announced to a hall full of talented mages that there isnât an iota of magic in you.
Quite the humbling experience.
But sometimes you wonder which dorm the Dark Mirror would have chosen if your soul was bursting with magical capability.
As of now youâre a faux member of Octavinelleâwhatever that implies.
By the time youâve managed to sweep the glass, dispose of the ruined curtains, and patch the window with a temporary placeholderâwhat a relief for pasteboard and masking tapeâGrimâs nearly through the few items left in your fridge. You yank him away just as he reaches for a container of leftovers.
âIf you eat too much, youâll spoil your lunch.â
âCanât imagine that problem.â
âYou sound so proud of your bottomless stomach.â
âAnd youâre not?â
You roll your eyes and tug your sneakers on. âLetâs be off.â
âHowâre we gonna sneak me in?â
âHow do you feel about becoming my temporary purse pet?â
Grim looks unimpressed when you hold your tote bag open for him. âNo way!â
âIt has lots of space and itâs stylish. Besides, shouldnât your dedicated student pay proper respect to her great, glorious mentor?â
He doesnât bother hiding his approving smirk. âWell, when ya put it like thatâŠâ
After Grim clambers into your bag, you lock the front door behind you and set off for campus.
âPlease donât blow our cover, Grim.â
From within the depths of your tote, he scoffs. âThe Great Grim is the stealthiest mage youâll ever meet!â
âI highly doubt that.â
Itâs the second time youâve found yourself in the library, but itâs still just as impressive as ever. You could spend hours here, wandering between shelves and skimming all sorts of tomes. Some of them are written in languages you canât decipher, so you observe the pictures provided in hopes of gleaning any clues. Grim lounges on a chair beside you, absentmindedly turning through a thick textbook. You managed to find a relatively isolated corner in the very back and itâs not especially busy today. The promise of a hearty lunch keeps him well-behaved.
âFind anything?â
âNothinâ important. Ugh. This stuff is the worst! Why canât a magestone fall from the sky? Thatâd be a whole lot easier than this.â
âIt sucks, yeah, but what else can we do?â You rest your face against your palm and scan through yet another page of information. âLetâs keep looking. Iâm sure weâll find something useful.â
âNngh⊠Iâm hungry.â
âYou just ate.â
âThat was hours ago!â
âHas it really been that long?â
âFeels like it.â
You lean back in your chair and stretch, listening to the satisfying snap of your joints as they crack into place. âCan you understand any of these words?â
âMost of âem.â
You point to a specific place in the paragraph. âCan you tell me what this one means? I think Iâve got the general idea based on the graphics, but I could be wrong.â
Grim glances at it, his blue hues waltzing across the page. âItâs about merfolk.â
âMerfolk? They exist in this world?â And then you pause to gather your delayed thoughts. âNever mind. That would make sense.â
âWhat about âem?â
âWhere Iâm from, merfolk arenât real. Theyâre fiction.â
âHuh. A place without any merfolk⊠Bet they donât have anyone like me either. Iâm one of a kind!â Grim chuckles. âSo whereâre you from?â
You open your mouth to respond, but the sound of approaching footsteps interrupts. You usher Grim under the table, who goes but not without protest. He ducks under just in time, hiding within the shadows. A student rounds the corner and stops short when he sees you. Heâs holding a few books in his arms, each looking more heavy than the last.
âAh,â the both of you say in unison.
He clears his throat and offers you a cordial nod. âI wasnât aware someone had already claimed this corner.â
You eye him carefully. He looks familiar. Glasses. Silvery-grey hair. Blue eyes. Where have you seen him before?
âItâs all yours. I was just leaving.â You move to stand, but he steps closer.
He peers at the open textbook lying in front of you. A smile you canât quite classify as friendly spreads on his lips. âIs that so? You seem especially engrossed in this book.â
âI like to stay educated.â
I genuinely canât understand a word in this text.
âOn the anatomy of merfolk?â
You shut your mouth at once. Thatâs what this is? No wonder the diagrams lookedâŠunique. But youâre too committed to your story to falter now.
âEspecially the anatomy of merfolk.â
The student chuckles, but it sounds hollow to your ears. âI donât believe Iâve seen you before. Youâre in Octavinelle?â
You gape at him like a fish out of water before realizing the jumpsuit and its patch. âOh! Ohhh, no, not at all. This is an old uniform.â
He looks at you with more scrutiny until it clicks. âI remember now. Youâre the magicless girl who so carelessly interruptedâah, forgive meâfortuitously appeared during the entrance ceremony last month.â
What a little fake. You narrow your eyes at him, suddenly defensive. Now youâre made aware of who he is. He was one of the few in the audience during your awkward arrival. Back then, he was clad in a robe with his hood up and so you only caught sight of his glasses and the swoop of his silvery-grey hair peeking out. Youâre certain this is the same guy. You couldâve said that without the backhanded barb.
âSo my reputation precedes me.â
He smiles and shakes his head. âI disagree. Youâre still quite the mystery.â
âWell, thereâs nothing to solve.â You rise from your seat, reaching for your bag. âIâm just a janitor trying to get by.â
He hums. You canât decipher the meaning in that, but you donât particularly care enough to drive yourself mad over it. You feel around on the chair for Grim. He was just here a moment agoâŠ
You drop to your knees to check under the table. Your heart plummets into your stomach.
Grim, you had one job!
âIs something the matter?â
You pop up from beneath the table so fast that your head knocks into it. âShit! Ow! Yeah, no, Iâm fine. I thought I dropped my pencil.â
You scan the rest of the space as discreetly as you can. The student watches you. You donât like the way he seems to stare through you as if intending to gain access to your very soul. As if he sees something you donât.
âHave a wonderful day. Study hard. Pass your tests. Getâuhâthe scholarship or whatever.âÂ
Flashing him your most nonchalant grin, you make your way down the aisle at a pace that is the exact opposite of relaxed. Thereâs no time to dwell on that off-kilter exchange. Youâve got a runaway cat-creature in dire need of capture!
The one day I take off and itâs the day my windowâs ruined, I get a weird letter, and my new roommate is missing. Thatâs horrible luck!
You walk briskly through the library, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. Grim couldnât have gotten far. You were only distracted for a few minutes, and the library is huge. Perhaps heâs just lost and waiting in place for you to find him. For some reason you canât fool yourself into believing this train of thought.
Your search takes you out of the library and down the hall. Where could he have possibly gone? Surely he didnât make his way back to Ramshackle. You check the time on your watch. Itâs almost lunch.
Lunch! Of course!
You hurry towards the cafeteria with rekindled purpose.
Iâm going to start calling him Gluttonous Mage Grim if he makes this a habit!
Fortunately, Grim is predictable. Youâve only known him for a dayânot evenâbut itâs not so difficult to pinpoint his location after youâve worked out his motivations. Unfortunately, you make it to the cafeteria just as the grand chandelier falls from its support in the ceiling, crash-landing in a broken heap. And standing just feet away from the damage, looking very guilty, is Grim alongside two students youâve never seen before. Crowleyâs there as well, just as frazzled as the feathers on his coat. Heâs in the middle of lecturing them about the importance of this relicâhow itâs been with the school since it was founded and itâs an irreplaceable piece that would cost over a billion Madol to fixâwhen he takes notice of you.
â(Name), itâs devastating! A most heart-wrenching tragedy! Why, itâs enough to bring one to tears.â
âSeems soâŠâ You shoot Grim a vicious look. So much for being covert. Not so stealthy now, huh? âIâll get the broom.â
âNo, not yet. These threeââ he turns towards them, yellow eyes fierceâ âare expelled!â
âExpelled?!â the navy-haired student exclaims. He looks like heâs just stared Death in the face. âThis canât be⊠What will my mother think? I promised her I was gonna get good grades, attend all of my classes, pass my testsâŠâ
âHey, itâs not my fault. That hairballâs the one who started it!â the other argues, his arms folded over his chest.
âNo way! It wasnât me!â
Crowley clicks his tongue. âUnbelievable. This school has zero tolerance for blatant tomfoolery. Surely youâre all awareâŠâ He pauses to look at Grim. âAnd you! Youâre not even a student here! Just what are you doing, trespassing on school property?â
Grim flounders dizzily. âSpinningâŠâ
âHeâs my roommate.â All eyes flick towards you. âIâm letting him stay for now. Sorry if that breaks any rules. I just donât believe in turning others away, even if theyâre prone to causing trouble.â
âWhat a noble soul,â Crowley murmurs, impressed. âWell, if thatâs the case, seeing as heâs nothing more than a talking pet catââ
âI ainât a pet or a cat!â
âIâm afraid my previous statement still remains in place. Heâs not to be on school grounds.â
âYou heard the Headmage. No school for you.â
But Grimâs already lying flat on the floor like a defeated pancake.
âThen what about us? That hairball canât get the easy way out and leave us with the worst of it!â
âThereâs a way to fix this, isnât there?â
âY-Yeah! Canât you just use magic to fix it right up? Itâll be good as new. Someone with your skill should be able to do it.â
Crowley shakes his head, mournful. âMagic is not limitless. Not only that, but the magestone powering this great chandelier is cracked. And those are not so easily replaced. I fear this is the final day this miraculous chandelier will ever grace this grand hall with its light.â
The ginger-haired student grimaces. âNot goodâŠâ
The other withers. âExpelled⊠What am I going to do? I canât go back home with this news!â
A magestone⊠Thatâs what Grim needs. You glance at the one set into the chandelier. A ghastly crack runs up the surface. Are they really that special?
Before both can succumb to their melancholy, Crowley says, âThere is one way! PossiblyâŠâ
âReally? What is it?â they say at once, eyes bulging with hope.
âThis very magestone was mined from the Dwarfsâ Mine. Perhaps, should you procure one of similar qualities, the chandelier can be repaired.â
âThen⊠Okay! Iâll get a magestone! As long as itâs all right with you, sir.â
âAh, but the mines have been closed for some time. I reckon the magestones are all but gone.â
âIâm sure I can find one. Please, sir, Iâll do anything to stay here!â
Crowley seems to consider this. Eventually, he nods his approval. âIâm willing to postpone your expulsion for now.â The navy-haired studentâs relief is short-lived when he adds, âHowever, if you fail to bring a magestone to me by the first rays of the morning sun, it will be expulsion for the both of you. No further exceptions.â
With a hasty nod, he says, âOf course! I understand! Thank you so much for the second chance. I wonât let you down!â
âYeah, sure. Letâs get this over with.â
You gather an unconscious Grim in your arms while Crowley instructs the students on how to access the mine. They stride off with different degrees of enthusiasm. You open your mouth to ask permission, but Crowley beats you to it.
âPlease do accompany them. I trust youâre responsible enough to handle any trouble?â
âIf you raise my pay, Iâll do anything.â
He clutches his chest. âYour proclivity to bargain strikes through to my very soul! Ah, but since I am the kindest Headmage I shall grant your request.â
With a satisfied grin, you hold Grim tighter and run off after the pair. âThanks again, Headmage!â
You follow them all the way to the Mirror Chamber. Itâs just as imposing as you recall, but thereâs a serene quality to the space that wasnât there before. Maybe itâs because youâre here willingly and there isnât an audience to witness your poorly timed debut.
You approach both of them. âHey! Sorry to bother, but could I join you?â
They turn to look at you. Grim shifts in your arms, groaning.
âI donât see why not. Welcome to the team,â the navy-haired student says with an awkward smile.
âMight as well. More people means a faster chance at finding that magestone.â He points at Grim next. âAnd he better be coming, too.â
âThatâs the plan. Iâll make sure he wonât cause any problems for you.â
He sighs and shakes his head. âTodayâs just not my day. What bad luckâŠâ
âNo time to sulk. Weâve gotta get that magestone,â the other says, turning towards the mirror. âDark Mirror, the Dwarfsâ Mine!â
Grim jerks awake then. âMyaah?! Where am I? Whatâs goinâ on?â
You hold onto him tightly, preventing him from squirming out of your arms. âRelax. Youâll be fine. I think.â
âWhat dâya mean by that?!â
The Dark Mirror brightens with life. Thereâs a blinding flash of light and then, just like that, youâre taken to the mineâs entrance.
Magestone, here we come!
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Hi everyone, I'm here to share a new story I've started. It's inspired very heavily by this series by @whumpsday, as well as the spin-off series Shattered by @oddsconvert. I can't say it takes place in exactly the same universe, because I had to alter some elements of the lore (specifically the mechanics of the persuasion ability, as well as vampires' dietary requirements), but they can be related however you like!
Content warning:
This story will contain graphic descriptions of violence, torture, heavy angst, and rape/non-con. (Since it seems to matter to some people, warning that it contains very bad things happening to a transmasculine character.) I will do my best to put specific warnings on individual chapters, but I would prefer if minors did not read this fic. It is rated M and is for an adult audience. 18+ readers only, please.
The two stories I linked also merit a viewer discretion is advised warnings, as they have similar themes. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, etc. Please enjoy responsibly.
If I ever forget or miss a tag, or fail to take some precaution, please let me know! I would never want to upset or hurt anyone for real.
Please also let me know if you spot typos or broken links!
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So, I am doing a fun little experiment where I am writing dueling stories. Corresponding chapters will be the same events narrated from the perspective of a different character. Savage Sunset is from the perspective of a vampire hunter, and Magnanimous Moonrise is from the perspective of a vampire. If you want a little mystery, you can read Savage Sunset first. If you want all the answers right away so you can enjoy the full brunt of the angst, you can start with Magnanimous Moonrise. I personally feel like the best experience might be starting with Savage Sunset, but you can read them in either order. The chapter numbers are chronological.
Thanks to @appelsiinilight for this image
Savage Sunset:
Alexis and Ariana are partners and vampire hunters, trying to protect as many people as they can from the horrors of a world where vampires see humans as cattle, fair game for being snatched up and taken home as food.
Magnanimous Moonrise:
Valen is a vampire on a mission...one which unfortunately puts him at odds with vampire hunters, who aren't happy about such a creature being so deep within their territory.
Chapter list:
Chapters appended with "S" are Savage Sunset; chapters that end with "M" are Magnanimous Moonrise
Chapter 1S | Chapter 1M
Chapter 2S | Chapter 2M
Chapter 3S | Chapter 3M
Chapter 4S | Chapter 4M
Chapter 5S | Chapter 5M
Chapter 6S | Chapter 6M
Shorter pieces that take place during the timeskip between 6 and 7:
First Night, Silver Darts
Chapter 7S | Chapter 7M
Chapter 8S | Chapter 8M
Chapter 9S | Chapter 9 M
Chapter 10S | Chapter 10M
Chapter 11S | Chapter 11M
Chapter 12S | Chapter 12M
Chapter 13S | Chapter 13M
Chapter 14S | Chapter 14M
Chapter 15S | Chapter 15M
Chapter 16S | Chapter 16M
Chapter 17S | Chapter 17M
Chapter 18S | Chapter 18M
Chapter 19S | Chapter 19M
Chapter 20S | Chapter 20M
Chapter 21S | Chapter 21M
Chapter 22S | Chapter 22M
Chapter 23S | Chapter 23M
Chapter 24S | Chapter 24M
Chapter 25MS
Chapter 26S | Chapter 26M
Chapter 27S | Chapter 27M
Snippet that takes place after ch 27: Aftermath
Chapter 28MS
Chapter 29MS
Flashback: Snuff
Masterpost for Desperate Daybreak, the sequel story!
Bonus
Here is the story on AO3, since I know tumblr has formatting issues sometimes!
Interactive/Choose Your Own adventure version of the story!
Kithrara family tree
Art of Valen | More Art of Valen | Even More Art of Valen | Yet more art of Valen
Art of Ari
Art of Lex, Ari, and Valen with the bird
Doodles
Picrews
Additional asks/memes/misc content may be found on my blog under the tag #MMSS
Crossovers:
K&J x MMSS crossover masterlist! (A series of crossover fics based on RPs between me and whumpsday, mixing MMSS with K+J) (Not canon--just some fun AUs)
Epic K+J EU art (extremely good and impressive art by me)
Valen eats cake
Watch Your Step Vampire AU (sort of a crossover)
PS if you want to be tagged when I post a new chapter, just leave a comment on this post! :) (Or subscribe on AO3 if you prefer!)
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Tag list <3
@aceouttatime
@annablogsposts
@cc1010foxy
@darlingwhump
@dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night
@dokidokisadness
@emcscared-whumps
@gt-daboss
@melancholy-in-the-morning
@nicolepascaline
@oddsconvert
@pigeonwhumps
@pumpkin-spice-whump
@scoundrelwithboba
@starfields08000
@some-thrilling-heroics
@soursagas
@thecyrulik
@the-scrapegoat
@vidawhump
@whuarri
@whumplr-reader
@whump-cravings
@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump
@whumpycries
@whumpsday
@writereleaserepeat
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Heeyy, Mera, I wanted to ask you if you have a planned schedule of fics you're going to write for the future after finishing 'the law of magnetism' and 'thornless'..? Because I remember you wanted to write sequels and that one My sweet monster fic with Butler Jade. :'P
Hiiii!! I have a very flimsy schedule in mind for whatâs to come in the next few months! Knowing the boon-burden that is my creativity level and my academic schedule, it is subject to change. But as of now hereâs what you can expect!!
⧠September-October - The Test of Faith chapters. Hoping to finish it right at Halloween. :D
⧠November - The Law of Magnetism (itâs officially surpassed 15k words, so I can confidently say this fic is getting tmdg treatment hehe) SHOWFISH and There is a Knock at Your Door.
⧠December - Thornless. My Sweet Monster. Afterwards, Iâll likely begin working on my chapter stories (DRU, 3M:3S, and Bittersweet Secret)!
The new year will probably be the time in which I work on sequels: Azul thought 2 sequel, Boyfriend sequel, tmdg prequel, Mother sequel, etc!!
A lot is listed and itâs not guaranteed all of it will be finished, but Iâm excited to write more stories!! (àč>âĄ<àč)
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