The Good Daughter (a Black Clover Fanfiction) by Seth's Kiss:

A/N: Heyo, everyone, tis me, KiSS-san, more commonly known on FFnet as Seth's Kiss, ayup! So, this is my entry to our yearly October/Halloween Event, the 'Darker Oneshots, Halloween'! It's a little something my best friend, NekoPantera (Neko-san), and I had hosted back in 2020, and that we have been holding ever since, woo! A big thank you to the following fellow writers who took part this year, please be sure to check out their amazing works, be it on FFnet or Ao3:

Alastair; asgardianhobbit98; Mishiko Shinsei; NekoPantera; PhantomGypsy13; SerenaJones; and YaoiHime420.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Clover, or any of its characters, I am not Yūki Tabata after all. I do own everything else however (plot and ideas); it all stemmed from an idea, suggestions, and an eccentric imagination. I'd also like to apologize beforehand if any of the characters are O.O.C, so let me know when you believe they are. I mean, I try as hard as I can to keep them in character, but I tend to allow my writing take over my imagination at times (true story T_T).

Warnings: Like the majority of my fanfics, this will be Rated M, just to be on the safe side – because most of my fics are simply WAY too dark to be healthy... Anyways, this particular fic contains Language, Violence, Insinuations of Psychopathy, and Death. Any advice within your reviews is, as always, warmly welcomed. However, if this story isn't in any way to your liking or if you sense something off, or if these themes or literally anything else doesn't appeal to you, either because it offends you or you are still underage, please, please, DON'T read. Kindly go back and browse for other fics. There are plenty of them, I assure you. Bella Ciao :3

Note: This was, originally, supposed to be a oneshot, but I ran out of time to complete it entirely before the deadline for the period of October. Therefore, I'll be making this a two-parter instead. This part, which you'll read below, is complete; the second part is a Work in Progress, so kindly bear with me as I find time to write the rest of it out (consequently, no clue how long it'll be)...

Summary: Two-parter/Two-shot. Noelle Silva is the perfect child, a good daughter, Mummy's little helper, her angel. The older, troublemaker twin siblings call her Miss Goodie Two Shoes. The eldest brother sees nothing but good in her. Oh, how little did they all know. DARK fic. AR/Alternate Reality; AU/Alternate Universe. Rated for a reason. Full warnings inside.


"I've got to figure out before I die whether I want to be happy, or I want to be right."
― Karin Slaughter, The Good Daughter

It was a day like any other. Well, not exactly. Not in the finer details and moments, to be honest. But to Silva Noelle, days all blurred into each other. They were undistinguishable. Unexciting. Uninteresting. Oh-so very

"Booooo-ring. So, God awfully BORING. I literally cannot. I want to cry. This is so UNFAIR," drawled out a pathetic whine, coming forth and rudely interrupting Noelle's train of thoughts.

Noelle's lavender eyes slid from beyond the pages of the book she was reading, to stare openly at one of her older siblings. Solid was pouting, dramatically, murdering the floor with his glare. Ah, yet another one of his tantrums, it seemed. He was older than her, where was his bloody maturity?

Rolling her eyes as she was sure no one else would see her do it, Noelle considered her options. She could just ignore him. Whatever the matter with him was, would eventually come to pass. Noelle frowned. Ah, but no. She would have to deal with his whines and complaints meanwhile. Her jaw clenched ever so slightly, teeth grinding against each other, slowly - a force of habit. She wanted to be able to read, in peace, was that too much to ask?

Sighing she quietly got up to her feet, easing out the ruffles of her tartan, plaid-patterned dress. She took great care in her appearance, even in the littlest of moments. Wrinkles were so ugly, unsightly. Noelle had to be perfect. Always. And wrinkles, were nowhere close to perfection.

Placing a bookmark over the last page she had been reading, Noelle gingerly set her book down softly upon the sofa. But before even making her way over to her brother, she was quick to glance back to where she had left her book. It was crooked. She blinked. No. That wouldn't do.

She swiftly rearranged it, until it rested in a more pleasing manner, before she took a step back, to admire her neatness. Noelle nodded then. Better. Perfect even.

Satisfied, she made her way over to her older brother, and peered down at him, speaking softly: "And what's up with you?"

Sprawled out messily on the canape and barely even acknowledging her or looking up her way, Solid eventually heaved the loudest, most dramatic of sighs as he replied: "I'm fuckin' bored."

"Yep, think I caught that, Ani," deadpanned Noelle curtly, before mulling it over then offering "Maybe, just, do something then?"

"Ain't nothing to do," whined Solid, dragging his hands over his face "And I bloody want out."

"Then go. Leave," suggested Noelle simply "Nebra's here. Ask for her car keys, or something."

"I caaaaaan't."

"Why nooooot?" she drawled out, matching his tone, and tilting her head, somewhat intrigued.

Noelle wasn't particularly interested in anything her older brother did or said, but if solving his predicament allowed her to go back to reading, she could make a conscious effort to listen then.

"Grounded," grumbled Solid with a pout, crossing his arms and sliding deeper into the couch "Mum. Yelled at me too."

A tad taken aback, but not as surprised by his statement, Noelle blinked at that: "Since when?"

"Today."

"Why?" she questioned, and when her brother muttered in reply, her patience grew even thinner "I didn't quite catch that, what?"

"Cause I got BAD grades, okay?!" exploded Solid then, getting to his feet in one fluid motion and pacing about, like a lion in a cage "Mum's mad at me, 'cause I ain't giving two shits about studies - not all of us are lil' Genius, All-Perfect Grades like you, or Nozel. So, Mum fuckin' grounded me, till I fixed my act up or whatever shit she done said. Don't remember, don't care. Fuck ALL of this."

Utterly unimpressed, Noelle declared simply: "Study then. If it's what Mother told you, do it."

"Listen here, runt. I ain't doing crap. What will studies bring me anyways, huh?"

Contemplating for but an instant, whether she wanted to end the conversation here, now that she knew what she needed to know, or if she carried on the idle to chatter, only to make a point. The latter was way more interesting. Amusement coloured her eyes then. The latter it was then.

"A life, which as far as I know, you don't have," countered Noelle sweetly, without a smile, her tone flat but brazen, causing Solid to fully falter in his step, and snap a widened gaze her way.

"...You're talking down to me right now?"

"Just being honest," she shrugged, not in the least bit intimidated by his irritated glare "You're wasting yourself away. And you're more trouble than you're worth. Mother does not need that."

Though angry, Solid slowly pondered over his younger sister's words. Though straightforward and cutthroat at times within her pattern of speech - which she pretty much inherited from Nozel, the eldest out of the four of them - Noelle was incredibly smart for someone so young, a genius. So, technically, his little sister was by far more rational and logical than he - and by extension, his twin sister, Nebra - could ever be. But while part of him wished to relent and agree with her, the other part sought to rebel and contradict her, just because he could. And so, he selfishly did.

"Fuckin' Goodie Two-shoes, aren't ya," sneered Solid, a little crueller than he wanted to be, but couldn't exactly help it, with how angry he was at the moment "Mother this, Mother that. The fuck has she done for any of us anyways? Dad was so much better."

While her features did not change by a smidgeon, Noelle's next tirade was absolutely ice-cold: "Father left. He abandoned us. All five of us. Mother never let any of us down. She works two jobs – a day one, and a night one – with insane shifts, and almost no day offs. She caters to us, cares for us, feeds us, clothes us, pays for our studies and our every need, and you're ungrateful? We have NO right to disappoint her. If she says do, we do. Full stop."

Solid at least had the decency to look rueful at that: "No, I- Well, looking at it like that, I guess-"

"Hey. Pouting boy," called out a sardonic voice of low, lethargic insouciance, from above them, leading the two of them to glance up towards the top of the staircase.

Up there, grinning and peering down at the two of them from beyond insanely long, thick lashes, was Nebra, all dressed-up in gaudy glitter, frills and feathers.

Noelle's eyes narrowed, annoyed. Eccentric, through and through, her older sister was a young teenage girl, who loved to spend, money that wasn't even hers, guilt-tripping her mother out of expenses she could barely afford. Another waste of space, just like Solid was. Two parasites. Leeches. The youngest Silva sighed, aggravated now. Wouldn't it be so much better if neither, were part of this struggling family? Better yet, what if neither of them even existed?

Noelle paused in her thoughts, her head tilting ever so slowly. What if, neither of them existed?

"Heard what happened with Mum, want out?" offered Nebra, grinning still, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke "Was gonna chill, and stuff, but if you want some air and shit, I can kill two birds with one stone. See my beloved Zora, while I babysit your ass and cover for ya. What d'ya say?"

Noelle's jaw clenched. There went her older sister again, completely disregarding her mother. And her rules. And her decisions. How more of insolent ingrates could her older siblings be?! She gritted her teeth angrily, the sound of them gnashing together echoing in her head, loudly. Ungrateful, little thorns, digging into her mother's skin...

Noelle wasn't the type to admit her feelings openly, easily, but right now, in this moment, she really missed Nozel. At least when he was still living here with all of them, the authority he had as they eldest would keep Nebra and Solid in check. Now that he had moved out to live his life, both the twins were an absolute pain. An uncontrollable, unruly, undisciplined, uncouth PAIN.

"Solid," voiced Noelle eventually, her tone tight, and barely restraining her growing frustration "Mother grounded you."

"True, true, she did, yep," nodded Solid dismissively, faux seriousness to his features, before a grin matching that of his twin popped onto his face "On second thought, Lil' Sis, fuck it. Bye."

Noelle inwardly raged at the disregard being displayed towards her mother, with Solid dashing up the stairs to get ready, high-fiving Nebra along the way who just laughed, wickedly amused.

"You-! You can't-!" cried out Noelle, angry now, losing her temper and cool "Mother said-!"

"Yes, Noelle, we know, we know," drawled out Nebra with a roll of her eyes, and a livid smile, seriously aggravated, but making a, more or less, cordial attempt in not making it too obvious "Nozel was the Golden Child, and you're the Good Daughter. Momma's lil' helper, blah-blah."

Noelle's eyes darkened, and her hands twitched, fingers curling, like she was tempted to punch. But no, no. Violence was never the answer. Her gaze went dimmer. Not if one could get caught.

"But you know what," droned onwards Nebra, oblivious to the musings of her youngest sibling "Everyone only lives once, and you, my dear, are always living in Mother's shadow, doing every single thing she says - it'll, one day, smother you. And we, don't want to go through that."

Noelle tilted her head at that, considering where Nebra was coming from with her perspectives, which, to be honest, wasn't completely erroneous. Her older sister, in all fairness, had a point. It simply wasn't one that would be beneficial, in any way, to their dear Mother, since, all in all, they all still lived under her roof. Mother, the name for God in the lips and hearts of children. And Nebra and Solid were being absolutely downright blasphemous.

"So, my sweet lil' sister, you carry on being you, and let us both be the way we are, okay?" offered Nebra sweetly, before giving her sibling a condescending smile "There's a good girl."

She then disappeared from her spot at the top of the railings, prompting Noelle to stomp up the stairs, and making a beeline to the bathroom where she knew she would find her older sister. True enough, there she was, touching up on her make-up. Some very, very expensive make-up. Noelle raged - quietly, inwardly, but she raged all the same

"I'll tell Mother," threatened Noelle coldly, not even bothering to hide how upset she was now.

But Nebra merely laughed haughtily, mockingly, her eyes riveted upon her own reflection: "Sure. You go do that. Well, I'm sure you won't mind seeing her angry and hurt at our liberties, I'm sure you'll manage."

"You're being manipulative. And I do not like it," whispered Noelle, gaze straying to the sink.

There was a razor there - Solid's no doubt. Noelle's hands twitched again, itching to grab at it. She stopped herself, her hand frozen where she had raised it, lavender eyes blinking owlishly. Well, well, weren't her thoughts excessively more and more violent than usual today? Bizarre. She was usually - always - more in control, more poised. She glanced down at her shaking hand. What was up with her?

"Tough," snorted Nebra with a wide grin, her voice slicing through Noelle's macabre musings "I did learn from the best after all. Dad was so good at making a point."

"Father was a rotten monster," countered Noelle promptly, no longer showcasing any outward animosity now that she had someone to redirect it towards "He was fully inept. Wayward. Vile."

Nebra went silent for a moment or two, briefly regarding Noelle, before letting out a soft sigh: "Don't say that. I know you don't like him, but he is still your dad. Even if he decided to leave. Mum could have done better. Maybe he would have stayed."

"...Didn't it ever occur to you that Mother, was never the problem?" intoned Noelle with vitriol.

"I don't know, sweetheart," drawled out the older sister knowingly "When a girl leaves a guy, it's because of the guy. And when a guy leaves the girl, it's because of the girl. It's basic maths."

"That, has absolutely nothing to do with fundamental mathematics. Unless you mean statistics, in that case, word it right," huffed Noelle, with a roll of her eyes "You and Solid both, really."

"Toma-to, toma-toe," shrugged Nebra, utterly uncaring, before she paused, then perked up, like a light bulb had just switched itself on in her mind "Say, if Mum does ask, Solid needed to buy something for school, so me and my girls drove him to the store. But then, we got a flat tyre, which will explain why we'll take a while."

"...You want me, to lie, to her," enunciated Noelle, her expression somewhere between disgust and disbelief "Why, you sure do have some bloody nerve, don't you, dear older sister of mine."

Nebra gawked at her sister, bewildered: "You've lied for me before. Why's it a problem now?"

"Only because you threatened to ruin my books," countered Noelle sharply, her features miffed "Which you did when I wouldn't cave in. Twice, already."

"Well, that was because you snitched, sweetie. And snitches get stiches," said Nebra cheerily, before pausing a bit as she contemplated her choice of words "Or soaked books, in your case."

"You're cruel. You're mean. You're horrid," stated Noelle, not caring that she sounded childish.

"Ugh, fine. You look so miserable right now, I can almost feel bad for you," groaned Nebra, clicking her tongue, before perking up then, her eyes shining "Then how about on our way back, I buy you a nice new book, hm? What would you like me to buy you?"

"Manipulation, lies and bribery," nodded Noelle, unimpressed "Aren't you the model sister?"

"In this day and age, sweetheart? It's eat or be eaten," remarked Nebra, before sauntering off, her high stiletto-like heels clicking stridently as she made her way up and over to Noelle's room.

Upon realizing what Nebra was doing, a panic she was not used to knowing engulfed her fully. No. Noelle ran.

Sprinting past Nebra, Noelle dashed over to the closed door of her room, planted herself straight in front of it, before tensely facing her older sister with a defiant scowl, leading Nebra to blink.

"What're you doing? Let me in."

Clenching her jaw, Noelle shook her head furiously, unrelenting: "Don't want you in my room."

"Oh, come on, move," sighed Nebra, attempting to pry her little sister away so she could get in.

But much to her frustration, Noelle refused to budge, leading the oldest to arch an eyebrow: "Not to be mean here, but you're making this very difficult. And I'm gonna be late to see Zora, so shoo. Lemme see what books you like."

As soon as Nebra mentioned her boyfriend's name, Noelle scrunched up her nose, nauseated: "Mother doesn't approve of Zora."

Vexation creeping into her features then, Nebra's eyebrow twitched and, for a split second, Noelle was under the impression she was about to get hit. It wouldn't be the first time either. Just like Solid's studies, Nebra's dearest boyfriend was a constant source of dispute, conflict, and many problems in their household. Fights. Lies. Thieving. Blackmailing. All the ugly stuff. She blinked. No wonder she was such a screw-up herself. Not that anyone in this family knew. No, not Noelle. She was THE perfect child. The good daughter. She had NO flaws, NO faults. She was Mother's little helper, and could do NO wrong. Oh, how little did they know her. Truly.

"Yes, well, like I said earlier, sweetheart," voiced Nebra, declaring haughtily, head held high "It's my life. I don't need anyone's fucking approval."

"If it is your life, stop mooching off of Mother," snapped Noelle, before waving the other away "Take all your things, take Solid, and get out. Leave. You are both old enough. So, act like it."

"Jeez, Lil' Sis, don't chew your words, why don't you?" deadpanned Nebra bluntly, before suddenly shoving her sister out of the way, and barging on into the room, cackling triumphantly "AHA, I'm in!"

If Noelle had stuck with her initial urge to grab Solid's razor, she would have used it on Nebra. There and then. Since that was currently not an option, Noelle rushed on in after her older sister, her lavender eyes wild, wide and alarmed as they zeroed in on her bed. She wasted absolutely no time in diving towards it, grabbing her nice lil' diary she had left on her pillow this morning, and shoving it under her bed. Noelle could breathe now. It would be safe there, resting hidden and forever a secret, along with the heap and heaps of all her letters. No one, could ever, know.

Thankfully, Nebra barely even glanced in that direction, too occupied with Noelle's bookshelf, browsing through the books and checking the back of them, for summaries and tome numbers.

After a good couple of minutes or so, she eventually found one that halted her search, causing her to grin victoriously, before waving it at Noelle, never once noticing how stiff the latter was.

"You don't have the third tome for this- The fuck is this? A trilogy?" wondered Nebra out loud, as she glanced at the cover once again for the title, taking everything in closely, before looking back at her younger sister expectantly "Want me to buy it for you? Yes, or yes?"

In an effort to maintain her composure, Noelle fell back into the comfort of mordant cynicism: "How? I'm not an idiot. I know you don't work."

"Don't ask silly questions. And yes, I do make money, thank you very much," droned Nebra, seeming immensely proud with herself, much to Noelle's immense disdain "So, be a good girl, don't tell dear Mum a thing, and I'll get you that book, okay? Great talk! I'mma run along now. Big Sis needs to glam up some more. Bye, sweetie!"

She watched as Nebra excitedly ran off back towards the bathroom, to apply more mascara to her lovely long eyelashes, no doubt. Tch. Maybe Noelle should just gouge her sister's eyes out. Nebra wouldn't be seeing anyone else ever again, even less that deadweight of a guy. Seriously, her olde sister had awfully bad taste in boys. They had all been bad for her. Or were they fitting? If soulmates were indeed a thing, and fate was as a cruel mistress as so many said it could be, perhaps Nebra simply came across that which she was meant to be with. Noelle it mulled over. No, it didn't sound right. She wasn't the best at grasping the more subtle notions of true love, but even she could tell that her older sister truly had a knack of tossing herself around and about, to nearly every single man she came across. That didn't seem like love, true, blind, or otherwise. Maybe Nebra was just that obtuse. Or perhaps she craved attention? No matter who gave it her?

Noelle paused, frowning, displeased. Why did it sound like she was talking about herself here?

No, no, absolutely not.

Noelle KNEW of love. And she knew well who were those she chose to care for and cherish. So, went it came down Solid and Nebra, Noelle simply couldn't find it in her to give a damn. The two were like bittersweet candy in a jar of sweets. Not at all tasteful. Utterly unpleasant. Unnecessary. Useless.

She, knew well what love was. The unconditional, unmistakeable love one had for a beloved one. Her Mother. That was it. That was all – well no, Nozel mattered too. She cherished them both. Only them. No one else, mattered. Oh, wait. There was one other.

A faint, dark pink blush touched Noelle's cheeks then, her hands reaching upwards to delicately touch at the warmth seeping underneath her soft skin. Shivering pleasantly, she closed her eyes, and gradually allowed herself to be lost in a moment, her own blissful fantasy. Her breath hitched, a sigh, as she trailed her hands across the softness of her skin, from her cheeks, to her jaw and chin, to her neck, to...much lower. Way lower. Her toes curled, fully enjoying herself–

The phone abruptly began resounding within the house, ripping her away from her wonderous, steamy reverie, causing all the forgone ire to return tenfold, her eyes squinted into a lethal glare.

"THE PHONE, NOELLE!"

Marching down the stairs, the youngest Silva silently raged her way towards the ringing phone, hoping it could just combust on the spot and spare her the trouble. Yeah, but unfortunately not – it wasn't like she was a wonderous Jean Grey or a damn, bloody Wizard even. If only, right?

Reaching the phone, she snatched the receiver from off of the wall, her monotone tone bored: "Hello, Silva Household."

"Silva-kun, good evening."

Noelle's eyes went wider than wide. That voice. This was her literature teacher, Sukehiro Yami.

For the second time today, a sense of deep, dire dread wrapped itself tightly around her throat, stifling and robbing her of her breath. Noelle froze, all of the colours draining from her features, while her legs turned into jello. No. No, this was not happening. Because if it was, this was bad. Cold sweat peppered the skin of her forehead as she frowned deep, her teeth grinding loudly. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? WHA-?!

"Are you still there, Silva-kun? Please put your mother on the phone."

Noelle still didn't respond to him, looking all around wildly as she began to pace to and fro, currently feeling like a lion in a cage. Mother couldn't know. No, no, no, no. Anything, but that. She wouldn't be perfect anymore in her Mother's eyes anymore. NO. She HAD TO be perfect! ALWAYS. FOREVER.

Noelle dug her nails deep within the palms of her hands. She never noticed the blood. Priorities.

"Sukehiro-sensei, Mother can't come to the phone right now. She's not here right now. Sorry."

"Silva-kun," uttered her teacher sharply, his stern tone leaving absolutely no room for argument or contradiction "I am genuinely not in the mood for another one of your excuses, or lies. I have been trying to get in touch with your mother for the past month now. You are very lucky I am not taking this to the authorities. I would very much like this to be handled with discretion and decorum. For your sake. I want to help you - I really do. But you, are not letting me, and I–"

"Y-Yes, but," whispered Noelle, rattled and restless as she wandered about the house aimlessly.

But then she halted in her tracks, a sudden idea coming to her, ghastly hues touching her features as she backtracked and ambled back up the stairs, slowly: "You're calling at a bad time, Sensei."

"Really? And why's that? Wait, are you-? Silva-kun, are you crying? ...Is everything alright?"

She let out a shaky sob, her voice thick with emotion, with feeling. But her features were stone, blank. Her face was an empty canvas, emotion yet to be coloured in. There was nothing there...

"NO. NOTHING is alright right now," she fake-sobbed loudly, even adding hyperventilation as cherry on the top, loud enough to eventually draw Nebra's attention, coming over to her with a questioning look "It's terrible. So bad. So horrible. Horrid. It was so sudden, and I- And I-"

Nebra stared wide-eyed at her younger sister, somewhat perturbed by Noelle's entire, very eerie demeanour, leading her to quietly, wordlessly mouth at her: "Are you okay? Noelle, you good?"

"Silva-kun, calm down, I- What happened?"

Breathing harshly still, Noelle locked cold, unfeeling eyes with Nebra: "...My older sister fell."

Noelle hung up then. All while shoving her sister down the flight of stairs, watching Nebra fall, face first, too surprised to scream, her limbs twisting, her bones fracturing, her neck cracking. And then...

Silence.


A/N: And there we go, done! Second part is once again, a WIP, so please stay tuned! Until then, stay safe and take care! Stay awesome! Bella Ciao!