Into The Shadow Realm | Rascal x fem reader story 2023

24| The Dungeons [Part I]

Sighing, Rascal turns his eyes away from you, muttering one word, "Yes."

"Yes?"

He nods shyly, taking a seat again on the fortress ledge, and you join him, later noticing how Rascal's hand and yours are inches away from each other. Suddenly, you do not think, you just do. You place your hand on his wrist, earning a jump from the jester. He watches with wide eyes as you work your way down to his palm, then cool and slender fingers, interlacing yours with his, and you feel his hesitantly do the same. The action sends a round of butterflies to your stomach, and a thrilling increase in heartbeat.

To your pleasant surprise, Rascal does not decline this at all, just sits there with a shocked expression across his face. Later, the joker does not say anything, but turns his head away, expression fully concealed from view...then tightens his grip.

~Rascal's POV~

That night, once everyone has gone to bed - that being Ulric and (y/n) - I purposely listen out for any signs of distress towards (y/n)'s room. Why? I've found myself asking that too.

Somehow, that magic bearer has snuck into my cold heart. At first, it was only instinct that my mind counteracted these thoughts, telling me that I shouldn't be thinking these things. Shaming me for it. And I believed it, not wishing to engage at all with her.

But I couldn't help it! The flirtatious comments spilled out from my mouth before I could stop them. The teasing was not really because I despised her, but was actually because I enjoy her company. Eugh! It is embarrassing to even admit~!

I felt threated when seeing that she was in a similar position of power than I, especially after being around those pixies for months on end. Watching her when I have caused her weakness, such as the comb incident.

I wait for a while. Seeing her almost being taken by the curse of the vision, was ...worrying. I remember hearing a cry from her room last night, and not knowing what I'd expect, I teleported right over.

When I don't hear a word as I listen now, but hear her heartbeat slowed into sleep, I don't hesitate to teleport into her room.

She lay there in bed, peacefully, the glow from outside illuminating her placid face.

Before I know it, I hover up closely beside her, and reach out tentatively to stroke her hair with my fingertips gently so that she doesn't wake up. (Y/n) needs the sleep. I want to stay with her, just like I did last night.

But I know I shouldn't, not until she agrees anyway.

I stay there like that for a while.

"You're so beautiful dearie." I whisper, then teleport back to my own room.

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-Your POV-

The Burrow. This is the place in the dungeons where files are kept on every creature that resides in them. These files that are safely secured and hidden, contain crucial information such as names, birthdates, ages, magical categories, skills, family names and other personal information only you can access your own files.

Seeing as though Rascal tells you that he does not remember certain achievements and memories from his childhood, you decide that the only way to search for answers without confronting Nogo, would be to check the records.

As you walk down the almost empty corridors of the chambers, the joker hovers closely beside you, clearly uncomfortable. It is obvious that he has not been back here in a while.

"There is hardly anyone around." You say once there is no one around. Your voice echoes down the halls. The both of you have passed a couple creatures there and there, earning a few strange glances when seeing you with the jester, but the population here is very slim, there are even less creatures here than before you first left.