warnings: first time writing, gender neutral! reader and can carve. no use of "y/n,,, no description of what reader looks like, english is not my first language </3 dont know what other to warn about haha! </3
notes: this is my first time writing fanfic and posting it! id love any comments on how to write better! following the prompt i have posted a day ago! i hope ya'll like it! and also i realised that its too long to add the part where reader finds out about isaac so i'll leave it to here for now 🧍♂️
hope ya'll like it!
For as long as you knows, you loved art, whether its paintings of the landscape, or simple doodles you would find your classmates make during class when they are bored. you loved art.
but unfortunately, you weren't blessed with the talent to control your hand good enough to hold a brush and draw perfect lines, your hand would slip or slid for whatever reason, no matter how many classes you took, its futile. So, you took on the other medium of art, one that can still catch the expression of her muse, capture the beauty, and immortalize it. it was a struggle at first, thankfully you were patient enough to learn through the mistakes, learning small ways to make each work more detailed, chipping away gently and using scrapers to carve out smaller details. after enough time, you became very good at it, whether carving out statues or stamps, it didn't matter, it would always look magnificent. over time, you had became good enough to grab the attention of the principal of nevermore, Larissa Weems herself. according to the principal. one of the ancient statues they have on the school grounds had gotten chipped off a big chunk by a rascal werewolf freshman, and have sent an invitation for you to repair it personally.
you were delighted after reading the letter. you was already packing your bags as you're reading the letter and preparing to travel all the way to Jericho to repair the statues that's full of history. aside from art, you were also very interested into outcasts too. according to your parents, your grandmother was an outcast, but apparently it had skipped your mother. unfortunately your grandmother had been gone for a while, so no one remembers her abilities, you have always had the curiosity of what your grandmother's outcast ability would be. so naturally, outcasts research became one of your enjoyments too, close second to art. but now, being able to experience whats it like to be in front of all sorts of outcasts, where they aren't hiding in fear of getting hunted and hurt, able to use their abilities to their will without getting people scared and weep. you were excited to say the least.
you arrived to Jericho and stepped out of the airport. and called for a taxi, and it halts in front of you.
you opened the door and shut it as getting in and settling down on the seat
"nevermore, the school of outcasts. thank you"
"the school of freaks? really? its very dangerous, are you sure?..."
"be careful kid. some of those.. medusa-"
"yes yes what ever those are. apparently one of his snake hair bit some clerk. its very dangerous. i suggest you watch yourself."
"if all you're going to do is to be racist towards people with supernatural powers, i don't think you wanted any money at all. so either shut your mouth and drive, or I'm stepping off the taxi."
the driver stilled and sighed "to nevermore." he stepped on the gas and the mobile started moving. the ride was peaceful, even though the weird stench of cigarettes was apparent in the air. you looked out the window, clearing your head, apparently Jericho is not much of a fan towards the outcasts, despite being so near the outcast school, its a wonder how the government hasn't shooed them away yet. but speaking logically, ancient vampires are main donors of the school, the sum of money they get must be excusable enough to let the most hated school stick around.
arriving to the Nevermore's iron gate, the driver had simply refused to drive any further in. you grunted paid the money, though making sure it was 5 bucks short when he looked away. you got off the taxi and dragged your bag of supplies and tools with you. stepping to the main gates, the principal was there awaiting.
"ah! you have arrived! delightful. i am Larissa Weems, as you know, welcome to nevermore i suppose you can fix the statue?"
you nodding confidently "of course. its a pleasure working for your school, I've read so many about your school's success" Larissa Weems chuckled softly, and nods "well its a delight for you to accept the invitation as well. thank you for accepting it, pardon me, your name is..?" you gave her your name "very well. let one of my students escort you where the statue is" she gestured to one of her student in those purple and black stripe uniforms and the school badge on the front. you nodded and followed to where the student went.
before your eyes is the magnificent statue. A carving of a werewolf. You looked around to find that the nose was chipped away, you circled the statue, and admired each detail, the strands of fur made apparent. you were in a daze, that's when you determined- "i need to get into this school."
you worked on the statue for a week, the students that passed by chat with you, talked about what you're doing is cool and meaningful, some left you lunch. they showed nothing but kindness and hospitality towards you, a stark contrast to the "normie" school you're studying in. those classmate of yours had been nothing but a pain in your ass ever since they found out about your outcast ancestry.
you really HAVE to get in this school now.
after careful consideration and talking with your parents, they managed to enroll you into nevermore. convincing Larrisa to let in a normie with no ability was a hard one though, but your father managed to convince her that because he was a Da Vinci, and that's why your carving skills are wonderful. you had to bite back a laugh hearing it. you waited each day for the letter of acceptance arrive. and when you got the letter. you almost fainted.
now, you step into nevermore. not as a volunteer-er that wants to fix the statues around the school grounds, but as a student, you never felt more refreshing wearing their purple and black striped uniforms. the dorm mom introduced you to your room, because you enrolled mid term, you got the dorm by yourself, you've never been more happier. your dorm was your own studio, your studio was your own bedroom. you know you will love it here.
dividers by @somebitchprobably-graphicdump
please do not repost on any other platforms, or copy, or use this to train generative ai
