A reverse glitter force story
Y/N accepts Emperor Nogo's request to leave The Ilusan Dungeons to join Rascal, Brute, Ulric and Brooha in defeating the Glitter Force while the Emperor is still on the way to revival. During her time in the Shadow Real...
"I never knew you personally Rascal, in fact, I am assuming no one did. I do not think judging creatures before knowing the full story is very wise. So no, I never thought you were a teacher's pet."
There is a warm feeling in my heart, a tickling sensation in my stomach. When I glance up at (y/n), I see that she is already staring. Strange, it is, to hear those words, gentle and meaningful. She never judged me. The words repeat like a broken record.
Before I can say anything, I feel my face become very hot. Luckily night has fallen here in the Shadow Realm, the place I have unfortunately had to call home for a long year and a half.
Everything is confusing. Too confusing!
But when I look up, I land eyes on what I am the most certain about. She is in my room, on my floor which is covered in cards. Telling me she wanted to listen, and she has. (Y/n) stuck with me, even pulled me out of my own emotions and I've been nothing but a nuisance and a danger to her. I even tried to kill her! And the magic bearer is still here. Why is she still here? Why would she even do it? Why would she try save me? She has nothing to gain!
"Thank you~" I manage to let the strange word out. It's the least I can say and most at the same time.
(Y/n) continues. "It is no issue. I have already told you I am on your side."
More warmth fills my heart, I feel it reviving my once stone cold one. The congress. It was that night where I began sensing a different pull towards her. There was no teasing, no banter or mutual dislike. I didn't think it was possible~ I had never felt like that in my whole life. All I cared about was giving the universe an unhappy ending, a forever dark zone.
Then she came skipping along.
There (y/n)'s hand lay on the floor, interlaced with the other. Oh how I wish the other was mine, how I wish to touch and be as close to her as possible. It's in reach, it's right there, right next to mine. All I want to do is take it.
Why do I crave her touch?~
The issue is, would she even want to do the same? Taking my hand before taking off to the dungeons could have been an act of pure kindness, but how would I know? I've never cared for kindness; how would I know what it's like?
Now that I know what I feel, would it even be possible for (y/n) to feel the same way?
Would she ever love a jester like me?
-Your POV-
Rascal has been silent for the last few minutes, staring anywhere but at you. His body is still and eyes and mouth are narrowed, clearly something is on his mind. This could not be about Nogo or Queen Euphoria, since not a skerrick of anger enters his face, no sign of any emotion at all.
But there is something you begin sensing, it bubbles up between the two of you as you sit there. Only now do you realise the amount of chemistry you share with the jester.
You fiddle with your hands, becoming unsure as of what to do. You are happy sitting with him, in fact you could do it all day.
"Rascal?" You ask against the silence, forcing your heart rate to remain steady as the answer to why Rascal is not meeting your eye is beginning to make sense.
He looks up at you with narrowed eyes.
"Is there something else bothering you?"
Rascal's gaze shifts to you, then travels down to the floor where your hands lay.
Suddenly he reaches forward with a tentative hand. You widen your eyes and watch as Rascal takes your hands with his own cold ones, pulling them and you closer to him.
Another spark? No. This is not an electric shock or drop to your stomach. This time upon touching, there are warm flames that engulf and wrap around your heart and body. It is no lie that this action of his surprises you.
Suddenly he shifts further towards you and takes a gentle hold of your arm.
Then, the joker says something that rattles you. First he captures your gaze with embarrassment strewn all over his. "I'm afraid that I can't have...what I want the most."
Now your heart races. "Would you still feel that way, if you knew what you are wanting, also wants...you?"
In the mid-darkness, you are close enough to Rascal that you are able to see that his cheeks are flushed. He shakes his head, clearly surprised by your words.
His eyes drop and his ears perk back. "Your heart is pounding."
Deciding to own it, you slowly give him a nod. Then you ask,
"Have you ever felt...love?"
The jester purses his lips, still with a grimace.
"I don't believe I had. But think I do now."
You sense the joker exploring your face with a gentle gaze, having finally relaxed a little. You sit like that with him, your own eyes trailing his face, hair and mask, watching almost in a raw but silent trance.
"Rascal?"
"Yes dearie?~"
You are too close now to be able to form a proper word.
Before you can even attempt a word, Rascal stops you short, you swear for a second you see a smile.
It is the jester who leans in and delicately places his lips on yours.
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Thanks for being patient everyone, been a rough couple of weeks
Also drew a cover for the storyyyy let me know what you think!
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I'll reveal the second half of the pic in a few chapters' time :D ;)
