#SWEET SWEET REVENGE AND JUSTICE FOR JAMIL

[villain-in-love]

Karma, Sweet Nothing, and High Infidelity

- @itfitsitshipsart

Okay, this ask was an unexpected but welcomed surprise. I’m going with Jamil because he’s currently on my mind the most, though it took me quite some time to gather my thoughts and formulate the answers. Please don’t mind me randomly switching from talking in first person to talking about my s/i in third person.

Karma: Do you or your F/O believe in karma and how important is it to the both of you?

It’s easy: when someone wronged one of us, it would have been nice if karma existed and justice prevailed. When we ourselves do something that harms others then karma is just a human-made concept and life doesn’t work that way. I feel like both me and Jamil would agree on that. Follow us for more double standards.

Well, that is to say, it’s not in Jamil’s fashion to just put his faith in karma – he’s rather vengeful and would want to make sure to pay back personally. There is undeniable satisfaction in enacting revenge yourself, don’t you agree? Forgot to mention that I’m literally no better than he is in regards to revenge, just slightly more apathetic.

Jokes aside, as long as the existence of such thing as karma is not proved by science, none of us is going to actually believe in it, which is why it only has place in jokes.

Sweet Nothing: How comfortable are you and your F/O with one another? Is yours the type of relationship that you feel safer with one another than anyone else?

Jamil is a great manipulator and incorrigible schemer, while my s/i is disturbingly ruthless and has skewed sense of what is wrong or right. How safe can it possibly be?

I mean, emotionally? Yes. From the perspective of common sense? That’s debatable.

Safe and comfortable enough to be ourselves in each other’s presence, knowing that we won’t be judged or misunderstood, partly thanks to having shared values and thinking patterns. Jamil wouldn’t have entered romantic relationship if he wasn’t completely sure that he can handle me with all of my flaws and oddities. Hell, I fell In love with him after seeing him at his worst. You mean to tell me that this guy is a liar and a backstabber, incredibly arrogant and sharp-tongued, pragmatic to the point of readily disregarding someone else’s wellbeing just to benefit himself? Sign me up, it seems like I have found myself a worthy companion!

Of course, from the perspective of common sense, you can never trust anyone fully. Getting tangled up (and questioning whether that was intended or not) in each other’s schemes is not uncommon and it is not the most pleasant experience. You will never know what might happen and what sacrifices we would possibly make. Especially since my s/i kind of sold her soul to the local god of All Evil and now has to execute his will regardless of her personal priorities. Well, at least Jamil is understanding of the situation, as he was basically raised as a servant and forced to prioritise Kalim above himself, so he knows what it's like.

…I am closing this topic on a wonderful note.

High Infidelity: How do you and your F/O keep your relationship fresh and maintain the love that you have?

I have always found this whole thing with couples trying so hard to keep things fresh and not fall out of love weird. How can you get tired of a friend?

I must note that this love story was never particularly "romantic", at least not intentionally.  Relationship between me and Jamil is based mostly on friendship that naturally turned into something more intense as the time went on. There was no "honeymoon phase" or attempts to perform as the best romantic partner, which is something that people are bound to get tired of eventually.

For some technical reasons I’ll be jumping further in the timeline straight to the point when my s/i and Jamil already graduated and are living as adults. The trick is to avoid the routine, I guess. First of all, they live separately, mostly because of the need for personal space, so it prevents them from getting tired of seeing each other all the time and getting pissed off at each other’s bad habits.

Seeing your partner in different situations is something that helps maintain the interest, and there seems to always be some kind of escapade going on. My s/i is a magnet for trouble and overall can’t live without constant misadventures, and despite how much he dislikes it and tries to stay away from it, Jamil inevitably gets involved in them as well. Bad habits die hard, and so he has a tendency to make my problems his problems. Not that Jamil himself is completely innocent – it’s one thing that he likes to travel, which is fun, but very early in our friendship I had to force him to understand that if he decides to use me in one of his elaborate plans again, then I’d be glad to help, just please tell me what you need from me ahead, because what happened in Chapter 4 wasn’t fun.

So overall, it’s hard to get bored living like this. I would even say that amongst all the chaos, a stable relationship becomes the comfort we need.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

It’s so Raw, it’s Still Swimming

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

Revenge is a dish best served cold—that’s why Jamil fully intends to serve up something truly dastardly to Azul. Unfortunately, good boi Deuce and Chef Gordon Ramsay have far more pure intentions in mind, and they plan to drag Jamil along with them on the path of righteousness! I’m sorry, I just wanted to clown on Jamil--

Imagine this...

An octopus cut through the water.

Its eight legs operate in a most peculiar way, each moving of their own accord, but in unison--like an orchestra of different instruments, each playing its own part in the group. Together, they push, threading the octopus between the waves, the notes of a hushed song.

The world is at peace, and the octopus, free.

Just for that moment.

A shadow darted by. Then another, leaving a trail of bubbles in their wake. A flash of scales, some silver, and some serpentine.

The octopus picked up its pace, hoping to propel itself to a safe cubby at the bottom of the sea. Frantic, its slitted eyes flickered in all directions. The danger—where was it coming from?

“Boo.”

The octopus squirted hard. At once, a black cloud filled the area. A smokescreen for its escape. Working its legs as hard as it could, the octopus torpedoed through the curtain of ink—but its trick could only work for so long.

The color quickly dispersed through the water, ink streaks diffusing into sheer ribbons, and then into nothing. It was open, all of its vulnerable bits exposed.

“It’s getting away!” someone called, his voice rippling, reverberating. He sported a tail like that of a mackerel, green-blue with vertical stripes up top, a silver underbelly, and a deeply forked fin—and a spade painted over his right eye.

“Not on my watch,” hissed his partner, a merman with dark, flowing hair and a venomous smirk. He launched himself after the octopus, propelled by a tail which slithered like a snake, plated and striped in in black and white scales. The boy thrusted an arm out for his prey—

—but octopus evaded him, slipping away from his grasp at the last possible second. He cursed under his breath. “Too fast...!!”

“If it’s speed you need, then leave it to me!” The merman in a spade offered. “I’ll block it off, and you grab it when it’s still dazed!”

“Done. Now quickly, before it gets away!!”

The mackerel-tailed merman took off like lightning, practically beating himself as he swam. Faster, faster, like a bullet piercing the water.

The octopus was suddenly met with a hard wall, its squishy head slamming into a muscled chest. It glanced up, and saw only the sympathetic smile of the mackerel merman.

“Sorry,” Deuce apologized, “but we really need you for this. I promise we’ll make you really delicious as thanks for your sacrifice!”

Fingers closed around the octopus’s tentacles, trapping them in a strong grip. The poor creature was yanked from behind, tugged into the arms of a far less kind predator.

“Got you,” Jamil declared, staring down at the octopus with quiet, murderous intent burning in his eyes. “You’ll make for a fine dish.”

“We got a great catch today! Fish, shellfish, octopus, crabs... I can’t wait to see what kinds of stuff Prefect-san will instruct us to cook!”

“Mm.”

“Leech-senpai was right about it being faster to grab the seafood yourself instead of fishing. I’m glad we were able to loan some merman transmutation potions from Crewel-sensei.”

“Yes, that was useful.”

“It was kind of fun to wrangle our own fish. It reminds me of when my mom took me to the pet store to pick out which goldfish I liked best... but what I really wanted was a baby chick!”

“I see.”

“Do you think we’ll get to work with eggs? Or even with chicken?! I don’t know if I could take it if we had to cook a mama hen with her unborn babies...”

“Deuce.”

“Yes, Viper-senpai?”

Jamil came to a full stop, facing his underclassman with a deadly serious expression. “The chicken eggs which are sold in supermarkets are unfertilized. There were never any chicks in them to begin with.”

“Wh-Whaaat?!” Deuce’s jaw dropped, hanging wide open for several seconds. He managed to pull himself together (but not without some stumbling) to hurry after Jamil. “Y-You can’t be serious, right? I... I didn’t live my whole life living a lie, right?!”

“You did.”

“HUUUUUUH?!”

Jamil’s movements and words were efficient and deliberate. He was here to learn, not to make friends--so he spoke with a straight face and an indoor volume, as opposed to Deuce, whose voice was hoarse with each thing he shouted.

“No more time wasting. Let’s get down to business,” Jamil suggested with a quick click of his tongue, “to fillet the fish.”

“B-But the eggs... The eggs...” Deuce protested faintly. His complex was pale, as though he had just had all of the life force sucked out of him.

“Forget the eggs. We’re here today for reve... er, I mean...” Jamil cleared his throat. “For the fish. Let’s use the catches we have while they’re still at their peak freshness.”

“Use them at their peak freshness...” Deuce perked up. “I get it, Viper-senpai! If we do that... then it would showing proper respect to the ingredients! It would make the baby chicks happy!”

I already told you, you fool... There ARE no baby chicks!

“Yes, that.”

“Got it! I’ll do my best!”

They both reached for their respective knife blocks.

“Hold it!!”

The boys whirled in the direction of the booming voice--and there, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, was Gordon Ramsay in his chef uniform, broad arms folded across his chest. He stormed toward them, his expression difficult to read.

“Good morning, chef!” Deuce called, snapping into a bow. “We just got back from grabbing some ingredients! Please teach us well today, too!”

He was greeted with a hard smack on the back and a bark. “Excellent. Look sharp! I’m expecting great things of you, darling.”

“YESSIR!!”

Gordon nodded in approval, letting Deuce proceed with descaling his mackerel--then his gaze trailed to Jamil, and he frowned. “And what in God’s name are you doing, wearing your hair like that?”

“My hair?” Jamil matched Gordon’s frown with one of his own. “I have always worn my hair this way, chef. Do you take issue with it?”

“You’re bloody right I do. You’re as skilled of a chef as any of them.” He made a vague gesture at the ghosts toiling away at their stoves. “So what are you fucking doing, waltzing in with your hair loose? You’re about to have your head snare or catch fire!!”

“I assure you, I have enough experience to know how to avoid getting into danger. You need not concern yourself with...”

“YOU TIE ALL OF THAT FUCKING HAIR BACK NOW, OR YOU’RE OUT OF THIS KITCHEN.”

Jamil took a step back, reeling from Gordon’s explosive reaction. But as demure has he may have looked from the outside, Jamil was seething on the inside.

Tsk. I signed up for this fish-themed Master Chef for one reason, and one reason only... Not to expand my repertoire of recipes, not to gain advanced knowledge... BUT TO EXACT MY REVENGE ON OCTAVINELLE!! ... But of course, I can’t just say that out loud.

Everything was going so well for me until THEY showed up... I’ll show that stuck-up Azul and that annoying Floyd what for by cramming their insolent mouths full of their brethren. I hope those two like the taste of octopus and eel. If only Jade were also a judge, so I could get back at him for luring Kalim away and interrogating him for information...

How dare this no-name transfer student from another world not only meddle in my winter break plans, but continue to get in my way to this very day... Curse you, Gordon Ramsay!! CURSE YOU!!

“................................ I understand, chef,” Jamil announced, sighing as he undid his hair tie. “I will do as you say. After all, I wouldn’t want to miss out on gaining our valuable wisdom.”

“Good.”

Jamil kept his head down as he scraped up every last strand of hair--including his bangs--into a tight bun. He secured it with his hair tie and chef’s hat, well aware that his every move was being monitored by Gordon. “... There. Is this sufficient?”

“It’ll do,” he replied gruffly.

“Then please excuse me. I will need to get started on a dish for you. I hope that octopus carpaccio is to your liking.” With a curt bow, Jamil vanished to his workstation.

“... Octopus? That’s not meant to be on the menu.”

“Oh, consider it a little surprise for you, as well as for the judges,” Jamil said mysteriously. 

Gordon stared at him, giving the stink eye. “Make me horse mackerel fritters first.”

“... As you wish.” Jamil drew his knife--and, bringing it back, expertly slashed at a fish, flaying it open with a single cut. “Please be patient. I will serve you a meal that is to die for.”

Gordon tensed. “... Jamil. What is cooking to you?”

“Cooking?” The Scarabia student scoffed. “Cooking is cooking. It is a means with which we take ingredients and make them more palatable to ourselves. We combine foods and prepare them in various ways. That is cooking.”

“That’s it, then? That’s all cooking is to you? A job? A task?!” Gordon’s voice revved up like an angry engine. “You are bloody dense for someone who thinks he’s so great and grand at it!!”

“... Are you suggesting, then, that Deuce is more skilled of a chef than I?” Jamil cocked his head in the direction of his junior, who was breaking off premade cubes of curry into a large stew pot. “Someone who can’t season something to save his life?”

There was a bite to his words, a venom lacing them.

As expected of a viper.

“Now don’t you put words in my mouth,” Gordon hissed through his teeth. “You’re a talented cook, I’ll give you that. But you aren’t a chef.”

Jamil’s knife froze. He looked up from his mackerel, a cold look set to his eyes. “... What do you mean?”

“Being a chef means looking at cooking as something more than just meal prep. When we cook, we use all of our senses. With these--” Gordon extended his fingers. “--we touch.

“With this--” He pointed to his tongue. “--we taste.

“And with this--” Gordon slammed a fist over his heart. “--we feel. Cooking infuses a piece of ourselves into each and every dish. It’s a way of sharing our souls with the people who eat our food. That is what separates a cook from a chef.”

He glanced over to Deuce (who was now staring into his curry with a serious expression). “The lad’s putting forth an honest effort. Can you say the same for yourself and your goals in this course?”

Gordon’s passion was raw and real, cleaving away at Jamil’s defenses. A knife slicing away at his scales, leaving him a defenseless mackerel.

“............................... Hmph. I want to increase my own knowledge of seafood preparation. That is all.”

Uncanny. His powers of perception are absolutely uncanny. I had better watch out for him--not just now, but in the future as well.

“You will taste the proof in the pudding when the fritters are done,” Jamil said at last. Steady, even. Unassuming.

“... Right, then. Show me your best.”

“How’re we doing over here, love?” Gordon asked, standing at attention before Deuce’s station.

The Heartslabuyul student beamed, cheeks ruddy from basking in the rich, warm steam wafting up from his boiling pot. He had just tossed in large chunks of chopped mackerel, which were slowly drowning in a swamp of curry like sinking ships.

“I think I’m really starting to get the hang of this!” Deuce smiled, looking proud of himself. “Oh, how’s Viper-senpai doing? I’ll bet he’s already done and earned 10 from every judge, huh?”

“Don’t you worry about him, worry about yourself.” He sniffed at the curry, his nose wrinkling. “You didn’t add anything extra to this?”

“Huh? Was I supposed to?” Deuce offered an empty cardboard container. “But the directions on this said to just toss the blocks into some stock and let it simmer for a few minutes.”

“That’s just the base. How are you going to make this your own take if you do it all by the book? If you’re not going to make your own sauce, at least throw in some vegetables or spices! You’ve got a whole pantry and spice cabinet waiting for you!”

“That’s... That’s allowed? But my dorm leader said...”

“Do you see your dorm leader around here? No? Then you can do whatever you like.”

“Oh, I see!!” Deuce jolted, his back straightening. “I’ll... I’ll figure something out!”

Gordom smiled warmly. “You always do.”

The first year produced a rack of bottles from a cabinet. He reached for one, hesitated, then seized it with all his might. Deuce gave a battle cry as he indiscriminately started popping off caps and chucking whatever felt right into his concoction.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

“That’s the spirit!!”

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“THAT’S IT!!!”

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

(“... So noisy,” Jamil muttered from his side of the kitchen.)

“Mmm!” Gordon took another whiff of the curry, a new wave of spices punching him in the face. “That’s smelling fantastic.”

“R-Really?! Thank goodness...” Deuce sighed in relief as he placed a lid over his pot. Steam immediately condensed, clouding the lid. “Cooking’s always something I wanted to pick up. I didn’t know it could be so free-form.”

“I take it you haven’t done much cooking before?”

“Kind of, sort of? My mom does most of it, since I’d always be busy with... uh... school. Yeah, school!” His laugh was a bit forced. “But since I’m the man of the house, I’ve gotta step up and do some of the cooking! I can’t always have my mom doing it for me.

“I read somewhere that seafood is healthy. Specifically, that mackerel helps lower blood pressure... and my mom’s under a lot of stress, being a single parent and all. I want to do what I can to help her.”

A fire burned within Deuce’s eyes, bringing a smile to Gordon’s worn face. He could see pieces of himself in the youth. The love for his mother, the passion, the drive, the willingness to learn and to improve.

“... Right. As the man of the house, you’ve got to look after your mum,” he muttered, gently parting his friend on the shoulder. “You’ve found your center. Now you’ve got to stick to your guns, because it’s only going to get harder from here on out.”

“Bring it on!!” Deuce challenged with a wicked grin. He formed a fist with one hand and smashed it against an open palm. “I’m willing to go the distance!”

“You are, are you?”

“YESSIR!! Even when onions make me cry, or tomato juice squirts onto my face, or I break unfertilized eggs in my fists... I’ll do whatever you ask of me!!”

“... No fucking clue where you pulled that unfertilized egg comment from, mate, but I’ll take it as a sign of good faith. If you’re really that jazzed up for it, I can show you some more advanced cutting techniques.”

“Advanced cutting techniques?!” Deuce jumped like an eager puppy. “You think I’m ready for it?!”

“You said you were willing to go the distance, didn’t you? Here’s me showing you the distance.”

Smirking, Gordon retrieved his own knife from its block. He wielded it with grace and precision—not unlike a trained warrior, seasoned with years of experience, forged in the fires of the kitchen and carved in battle scars.

Raw power and determination coursing through every fiber of his being.

Deuce looked on in awe, his jaw hanging agape.

“As swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon... with all the strength of a raging fire, and mysterious as the dark side of the moon.” Gordon exhaled sharply through his nostrils. “If you are prepared, then come!! I’ll make a Master Chef out of you...!!”

“YESSIR!! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF ME, CHEF!!”

(“... There truly is no peace to be found around here,” Jamil grumbled.)

[magicpumpkin3]

Heyaaaa!!!! So I read the request of the reader screaming because of a spider and the dorm leaders thinking the reader was in danger and then I was like, what if we were actually in danger, like getting attacked by a person. So I wanted to request the reader being attacked by someone and the being protected by the dorm leaders. I hope this is clear enough, well have a good day 😁😁

Oh boi-

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle hasn't felt such rage since his overbolt. No, this rage was so much bigger and greater. How dare they?!

He's immediately by your side, screaming "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!". If this wasn't enough to stope your attacker, Riddle uses all protection spells and tricks he learned in NR college.

Dorm leader is well aware if he uses attack spells or overuses self-defence, it's going to backfire. He'll also be an attacker.

After some time of defending, bastard who attacked you finally was out of breath. Right in that moment, Riddle hits them in the gut. Just in case.

Incident is reported to Dire (if birdman does nothing, he'll have to face overbolting Riddle again). And person who attacked you is delt with. Properly.

After that fight, you're momentarily sent to the nurse office. Riddle is so worried, he spends all his time by your side. Only reasons why he leaves you, is lessons,l and some hella important things other then that, dorm leader is always near you.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh, that lion is pissed. Leona doesn't care what is about to happen, he only knows one thing for sure. That piece of a person is going down.

Usually Leona wouldn't interrupt fights or end them, unless it was absolutely necessary. But seeing you in one. On receiving side if it. Oh damn- someone was either stupid or had the biggest balls around for that kind of stuff. Everyone knew: If you mess with Ramshackle perfect, you mess with Leona.

Fists, magic everything is thrown into the fight. It doesn't matter of the person is stronger then Leona, that lion will get make them go down. Meanwhile Ruggie is at your side, trying to get you to a nurse office.

When Leona is done beating the living shit out of with attacker, he's by your side. He doesn't leave you. At all. He sleeps near you, eats near you (Ruggie was kind enough to deliver Leona food once in a while), sleep again- He misses damn lessons pretty often already, he doesn't care.

No one can go near you, unless it's a medical staff member or Ruggie with food.

Azul Ashengrotto

At first, He couldn't believe his own eyes. Who was stupid enough to do this? My lord was he mad. I don't think anyone has ever witnessed him being this mad before.

He gets between two of you immediately. Azul uses all protection spells he knows on you. He isn't the best in physical strength (usually twins do the dirty job) but when it comes to protecting his angelfish, oh boi- does this dude gets feral.

Like Riddle, he knows if he abuses power of self-defence, Azul will get in trouble himself. Unlike Rosehearts though, he has a whole shady business and blackmail behind his back.

After the fight is over and you're getting proper medical help and whole thing is reported, Azul calls Leech twins. No one gets away from him after hurting his Angelfish.

After all that, in private, he crys near your bed. Azul feels pathetic. He couldn't protect you! His greatest treasure. He fells like hiding in his octoput, with you near him. Azul stays by your side as long as possible. He has school and business to attend to. However, you're more important then any of those things.

Kalim Al-Asim

Poor boy has no idea what to do! Whom am I kidding, he knows what to do. BREAK THE FIGHT! He doesn't want anyone fighting. Especially you.

If attacker keeps pushing on, trying to punch or kick, Kalim would just call for help or use his unique magic. He really doesn't want to be involved in something as horrible as this!

Jamil is there to slap sense into him. After calming down after a mini panic attack, Kalim immediately gets you to the nurse office. He is there with through the whole check up and is there even after.

Kalim reports this attack to Dire (if birdman does nothing, he'll face overbolting Kalim or something close to that). He will make that person pay. Dorm leader isn't usually the one for revenge but right now, he wants justice.

Like Azul, his very sorry. Kalim doesn't care if his crying in public, he really doesn't! He was so confused, it's his fault for not being able to protect you or take care of you. If it wasn't for Jamil, bringing him back to his senses he'd still be having that panic attack.

He's willing to skip classes, if you want him near you (Jamil is typing). After tha incident, he is all tingly all over and is a bit paranoid. Please be patient with him. Kalim wasn't that traumatized from boing poisoned.

Vil Schoenheit

How dare they?! Vil was furious. He never felt so much disgust for a human being before! He was ready to tear them apart. Who do they think they are too harm his sweet potato?!

Vil has never looked this bitten up. No, wrong term. He never looked so deadly. His hair messed up a bit, face twisted with rage and his clothes being a nit wrinkly. He was truly terrifying.

Like Azul and Riddle, he understands the backfire if he overuses his magic but dear God he's in such rage. Vil isn't the one to throw hands for nothing, fortunately for you though, you're everything to him. Vil throws in every protection and 'passive-aggressive' spell he can remember.

After the fight is over, Vil makes sure himself that you get the best medical treatment. The thing is immediately reported to Dire (if birdman does nothin, he faces bunch of furious fans of youxVil). He spends every free moment he can by your side. All his meetings are cancelled and he has Rook guarding you 24/7.

Some time later, he makes Rook stalk the bastard who hurt you. After he knows enough information, Vil will hunt that piece of person. He may not be the best when it comes to strength but he is master of hurtful words and sabotages. Vil will make them pay for what they did to his sweet potato.

Idia Shroud

He's so terrified, has no idea what to do! Video games only gave him instructions how to bit the bosses not...This! Seeing you hurt, trying to defend yourself, it makes him feel weak, more pitiful.

The way you try to fight back someone so much stronger then you, it wakes something in him. Need, no must to protect.

Oldest of the Shroud brothers maybe shy and nerves wreck all over the place but when it comes to people he loves and cares about, all of his trades disappear. Before you, is not a shy and nerves Idia, it's Mr. Shroud.

With a blink of an eye, his by your side. On the outside, he is confident blackmailer but on the inside there's a killbill siren on the max volume. He's panicking inside okay?! Just because he looks like he's about to end someone's career (which he is-), doesn't mean Idia is even close to being confident.

Idia won't try to fight back, he'll just get you out of the fight. He may be a bit braver then before, that doesn't mean he's dumb now. He knows he's weaker then that bastard. He get's you to medical staff as fast as possible. Once you're save in nurse office, Idia lets himself panic all he wants.

He can't help but cry, feeling weak and pathetic. What good is he, if he couldn't protect person he loves?! Please, give this guy some love and reassurance. Idia feels absolutely broken. Don't think he forgot about that attack though...The person who did this will pay. Idia has a lot if blackmail material for a reason.

Malleus Draconia

Okay, genuine question. Does the person has a death wish? Like I'm genuinely curious. Everyone knows not to mess with Diasomnia dorm and their leader especially.

Malleus literally summons thunder when he sees this. Dark aura surrounding him, while he walks closer you and that poor unfortunate soul. How dare some, mere a fly compared to him do such things to his beloved?

Let's be real. Anyone, dumb or not, would stop attacking you and just ran away crying like a little beech baby. Though soon enough they're caught by one of Malleu's guards. Don't they dare think, that young prince just forgot about them. Let's just say that after that... There is a rumour that they got transferred to a different school.

He won't let attacker explain themselves. He doesn't want a word leaving their filthy mouth. Malleus just picks you up and carrys you to the medical staff to check you. Dorm leader doesn't leave your side and if he absolutely has to, he leaves one of his guards (or Lilia if that matters) with you.

Malleus just sits near you. Poor baby is too afraid to touch you, he thinks he'll gring you even more pain, he couldn't even hug you in fear of hurting you!

Malleus isn't the one to be a cry baby but if they're any scares left, he'll cry. It was his fault. You probably got beaten up because you were with him. Please, I beg you, give this boy some love and affection. He needs it even more then before.

Again, sorry for a delay!