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Chapter 2

Before we begin: this is an 18+ story and could have suggestive and dangerous mentions. If you are uncomfortable, please walk away! If you’re willing to stay then welcome! Enjoy the book as it progresses.

This story is set before the plot of twst events takes place. The battle between fae and humans is still at war.

If you haven’t read the bio or Chapter 1. Do read it.

Other than that enjoy

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Silence surrounded the two after Lilia said that they needed to talk. She stared at him, waiting for whatever he wished to talk about. In truth, she just wanted to get away from him. But she has to look like an elegant lady in case any onlookers see them together. Some party guests of the banquet had gone out and noticed them. She could tell many of the guests were waiting for what would happen during this interaction.

Wanting to get out of such an uncomfortable scenario. She decided to speak in a rude and impatient voice. To let the man know that she wanted him to hurry up, so she could leave. “What is it? I don’t have all day to speak with people like you, so hurry up.” She said as she gave Lilia her signature cold stare of looking down. Her hand held fan that she held covered half her face. Only showing such eyes to many.

Surprisingly, the very male didn’t flinch by her stare. Much to her surprise since he would often do so if she did it to him. She guessed he became braver while being in the military. But she could tell that the onlookers didn’t agree with her behavior. She was not deaf while hearing the many horrid gasps and gossips from the onlookers. Many on how they did not appreciate how she spoke in such a way.

“What an arrogant lady the archduke’s daughter is!”

“She never changed!”

“How cruel can she be?!”

She ignored these words as she was use to it. Even if it pains her to hear the other’s horrid gossip about her. If only they knew the true reason for her response.

But Lilia stood his ground, even if he felt like dirt in front of her. He enjoys it to be honest. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this, especially with his new given title. As he should stand his ground and scold the arch lady for such behavior towards him. But he didn’t and can you blame him? He loves being scorned down upon by only her. He’s a freak and he knows it. But he finds pleasure on how she stare at him as if he was a disgusting pest in her eyes. Even if he was wasting her time. He never wants it to stop.

Even when she would show disdain towards him. Especially whenever he approach her in the past. He was always met with disgust, turned down, and denied since he was a lower military rank. The tables turned however as he is now a general. He will no longer run away like a coward. It was finally his time to approach her with not only his title, but the blessings of her parents.

Thats right. Lilia was already prepared for this moment. Originally, he was desperate to have her hand and was scared to approach her after the last time he did. So he had begged her parents for approval to court their daughter. He was denied due to his no title till he asked how he could get their approval. They said only if he gets a high title would they accept his request. And so he did even if their request was a high demand, but he did not blame them.

It would make sense for her ladyship’s parents to tell him that he needed a high title. If one wants to marry their daughter. They were worried that she would become a laughing stock if she married a low ranking person. Considering how he original was nothing special in many eyes.

Lilia didn’t want to tarnish her name because of him. Even if he was the adopted son of the current queen. He was not blood-related to them and held no actual title. He had to do something about that to gain the approval of her parents. So he became a soldier within the military and fought in many wars.

It was of course not easy. For running straight into the enemy lines. Losing men and many friends. The sacrifices that were made did he come up victorious at last. Given many awards for his heroic actions and now the title of general. Such a title as general is no laughing matter. It is a powerful title where the general is the right hand of the crown princess. That there is considered the highest title even above the archduke himself.

Even if he had gotten a powerful title. He was not blind to the fact that her ladyship in front of him hated his guts. He knew he would be declined, but knowing her parents would back him up. He decided it was time for him to finally admit his affection towards her. With that in mind, he kneeled as if pledging to her as he took her hand, startling her.

“My lady, please do me the honors of becoming my bride. I have already asked your parents and they agreed to let me have your hand in marriage. I will love you and never separate from you. As long as if you would have me,” he said with full declaration, eyeing the beautiful fae before him as he put a kiss on her hand.

(Y/n) stared at the general in absolute horror. She knew he was infatuated with her, but to think he would dare to ask her parents for her hand, and they agreed!? Her parents have no shame in throwing her away like this—to a monster to say the least! No matter how much she wants to decline him. She knows it would cause dire problems for her family. The possible action that would happen is that their title would be stripped away.

If Lilia happens to speak to the queen about it. She was not blind to know that the man in front of her was crafty as fuck!

Even if she tried, there is no escape as she must now agree to his request.

“Considering everything you’ve done? I shall accept. Of course, I hope you will take care of me as I put my entire being on the promise you made not too long ago,” she said for only lilia to hear.

Lilia was shocked that she accepted his proposal as he couldn’t contain his happiness. Without thinking, he picked her up making her shout in surprise. As he twirled her around in his arms. Happy to finally be accepted by the woman he loved.

In doing so, did the onlookers realized that the lady finally accepted their general and his proposal. Much to their shock, but were happy to know that the lady had finally accepted him in terms of way.

Oh but how they couldn’t be more than wrong. For the lady doesn’t plan to love him. She will let him love her, but never will she give her heart to a man that she hates.

That’s a promise till her dying breath, but would she be able to continue resisting the small general’s dangerous desire for her?

To be continued.

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Hope you guys like this chapter. My apologies if it’s small and not long enough! The next chapter will hopefully be longer, but I’m not making any promises I can’t keep!

Till then!

Fun facts about this story:

Author Chan has no idea if the title of general is an actual high title. But if Lilia in the storyline of the game was the crown princess’s right hand? Why not.

I know the general titles doesn’t work like that, but there was no actual description of what kind of general Lilia was. He was only described as a general that led the army of the crown princess. We know the crown princess is the lead leader of the war and that Lilia was one of her underlines.

It’s unclear how many generals that she had. But we do know leveran and Lilia were both the princess’s left and right hand men. Both known to be extremely important during the war. That’s why leveran went missing before the events of Lilia being given the egg.

So in this story, they hold a higher title within this fanfic. They are more likely to gain certain benefits such as being higher than the archduke family. I know that’s not how titles work. But this is a fanfic, so of course not everything will be different!

The author has nothing else to say right now.

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Visitation Rights (Malleus/Reader) [2/3]

Malleus invites you over to help him celebrate Christmas, a human holiday. It is officially day 2 of visiting Briar Valley and you all finish up the decorations around the castle, while some things are revealed to those who are observant enough to notice. (Just how subtle do the two of you think you are, anyways?) word count: ~5.4k notes: malleus x reader, gender-neutral reader "you", pre-relationship, mutual pining, you celebrate Christmas with Diasomnia dorm!! lots and lots of fluff

[Part 1]

Turns out, Sebek was right. They did end up finishing the tree the next day.

After deliberating for so long the day before about the tree ornaments, it was only a matter of placing the chosen decor onto the tree. It goes without a hitch, despite the earlier hiccup of Sebek waking you up much too early to begin. You were tempted to sleep through Sebek’s loud reminders when Malleus popped his head into your room and asked you if you were ready.

Suddenly, you found yourself more than willing.

As a result, it is only late morning when you all finish the tree, decked in all its ornamental glory that even the servants cannot help but stop by and admire its grandiosity. You ended up with a star known to guide lost travelers, a compass-like, golden star with its north and south prongs longer than the rest. You explain its history as much as you can with your limited knowledge, mildly embarrassed that the other three hang onto your words as though you were an expert. (You had researched it all the morning of, thankfully.)

“Great work, everyone,” Silver says, standing back with the rest of them to view the tree.

“Hmph, of course it is magnificent,” Sebek huffs, crossing his arms proudly. “There cannot be anything below perfection when it is decorated in the Fairy Palace.”

You briefly stop your admiration of the tree to glance over at Malleus, only to look back with a wide smile. The look of undisguised awe and fascination is unfamiliar but not unwelcomed on Malleus’s face.

It’s a look that you’ve seen on a lot of people in the castle recently when they pass by. As opposed to whispers of gossip, it is more hushed tones of wonder that pass through the dining hall. It is endearing to you as it is to see Malleus like this, to have a palace full of fae just as curious as their prince.

“Malleus,” you say, nudging him out of his reverie. “You want to go ask everyone if they want to put a decoration on the tree?”

He blinks, and you huff in laughter, wondering if he's still recovering from his mesmerization. “Everyone?”

“Yeah, they’re all staring at it. I figured they’d want to maybe contribute something?” You grin. “And next year round maybe they’ll be able to decorate it even without me here.”

Instead of jumping on the prospect of future holiday celebrations, Malleus holds your gaze. “Will you not?” When you look at him in confusion, he repeats himself steadily, “Will you not be here next year to help with decorations?”

And despite the fact you have already known Malleus holds you in high esteem (Sebek still grumbles about this to you), that perhaps you are simply the most convenient guide for human holidays, you feel your heart rise to your throat. Oh, you think, your smile wobbly, he wants me to be here with him next year too.

“As long as you’ll have me,” you tell him. Giddy, your mouth runs without you, “And maybe I can invite you to my place for a celebration too.”

The habitual words ‘if you want’ are left unsaid; one embarrassed look at Malleus is all you need to know that there is nothing he would want more.

(You wonder if the excitement is because he’s been invited or if it’s because it’s an invitation from you.)

It’s optional, but with a first Christmas celebration, hanging up the garland is mandatory– at least for Sebek and Malleus. Lilia pops in and announces that they should ‘as the kids say, go big or go home!’ and like that, the majority vote is in.

You and Silver can only watch in amusement when you see Sebek take out the garland from the many boxes like his life depends on it. You are sure that it does for Sebek, considering Malleus is impatiently attaching the garland onto the walls of the dining hall with magic.

“You think we’ll use all of the garland?” You ask absently, adjusting the reindeers on the fireplace mantle with a tilt of your head.

“I don’t doubt it,” Silver replies, ready to put the old man in the red and white suit– Santa, he has learned– onto the mantle as well. He thinks it might be his favorite decoration.

(Little does he know, it is also Sebek’s and Malleus’. You are not surprised when you find out. “Oh, all the kids love Santa,” you tell them, waving your hand flippantly as though you did not compare them all to children. “He’s Father Christmas, you know?”

Silver briefly imagines Lilia in a Santa-suit and then waves the thought away.)

“I think the mantle looks quite festive now,” he comments, watching you fluff out the garland with your hands.

“I kind of wish it had more space for us to put even more decorations on there.” You sigh. “But I guess that would end up making it look gaudy.”

He huffs in amusement. “I’m sure master Malleus would not have minded.”

“True!” You laugh, throwing your head back. “Malleus’d be excited with putting any type of decoration up.

“Yes…” Silver says, trailing off as he looks behind you and sees a glimpse of his young master glancing back. When you follow his gaze, you turn around and snort when Malleus quickly looks away.

“Mal,” you call out, pleasantly ignoring the way Sebek glares at you from afar at the lack of proper address. “You wanna put some garland over here too? The wall’s empty.”

Pliantly, Malleus walks over to the two of you after a final flick of his hand to attach the garland alongside the long stairwell. “Would this garland do?” he asks, floating the long line of artificial dahlias above their heads. The both of you look up to gaze at them appraisingly.

Personally, Silver finds that the pink flowers on this particular garland are ill-fitting for the holiday season, based on what has been strewn in the castle thus far. It certainly does look very pretty, he admits. He thinks it would finely decorate the fireplace when the holidays pass. Looking over at you wearing an oddly conflicting expression, he knows you must also feel the same.

Where Silver would hesitate on finding the words, you do not. “I like it a lot, but it doesn’t really fit with the decor we put over here,” you say. Malleus only nods, and you continue, “Maybe something red? The ones with poinsettias or the-” You stop mid-sentence to laugh as the garland begins to gently fall onto you, wrapping around you like a particularly human-shaped Christmas tree. “I’ll hold onto these then,” you tell Malleus without skipping a beat, adjusting the flowers so they rest away from your face. The only indication that Malleus is doing this purposely is the tiny, playful smile on his face.

Silver looks between the two of you, and there is an abrupt moment of clarity that leaves him inwardly stumbling.

“Human! Are you done-?”

“Sebek, shall we see if father has cooked anything for our snacks today?” Silver says quickly, and he doesn’t even take the time to care for his slip-up regarding Lilia as he holds Sebek by the shoulder and tries to turn him around. Sebek does scowl at him and shrug off his hand, but the mention of defending all of them against Lilia’s cooking is enough of an alarm to stop him from advancing.

You perk up at the change in conversation. “We have snacks today?” you ask hopefully, and Silver can make an educated guess what Malleus will ask of them.

“Silver, Sebek,” Malleus tells them, albeit sternly, “if Lilia has not attempted to bake again today, try to see if the cooks are free to bring us anything.”

It is a testament to Lilia’s cooking that even you do not protest against this given mission– or at least, Sebek and Silver find it appropriate to view it as such.

“Do you guys need help bringing it down?” You offer.

“No, it’s fine,” Silver replies. “Sebek and I should be more than enough to bring down a tray of something. Is there anything in particular you would want?”

“Anything good.” You hum thoughtfully. “Maybe a drink or two? I’m getting a little thirsty, actually.”

Silver nods at this request, and like always, Sebek turns away first, heading down the room to reach the kitchen before him. He doesn’t fret to catch up to Sebek, but the feeling of urgency is there. Still, at the doorway, Silver gives himself another glance back and watches the two left at the fireplace.

Malleus listens to you with rapt attention as the both of you kneel down to dig through the boxes for a better-fitting garland. Silver notes that you have yet to take off the garland that Malleus deemed to decorate you with, and as you speak, Silver sees Malleus adjust a string of garland that falls onto your shoulder back onto your head.

Malleus’ gaze never leaves you once.

“Silver! What are you dawdling around for?” Sebek’s voice rings out loudly, and as a person with high volume as Sebek, it is hard to tell how far ahead he truly is from Silver.

“I am coming,” Silver says in exasperation, tearing his eyes off of the other two in their own world. You have begun to point out the layout of your garland vision with Malleus hanging onto your every word. Silver thinks, as he walks besides Sebek, that perhaps this is the first time that he is early to realize something and makes internal bets on when Sebek will catch up to him.

(Silver will never admit that he is a little self-satisfied that he may know something that Sebek does not. The rivalry is a two-way street, after all.)

The poinsettia garland is a nice touch above the fireplace. Malleus knew it was the right decision to trust your judgment regarding the decor, though he thinks he has learned much in the past day or so.

After all, you did look quite charming in the floral garland.

Looking more closely at the fireplace mantle, Malleus can see various figures placed on top. He bends down slightly to view them. At the very left is Santa Claus, of his many names. Malleus finds the red and white suit as well as the rounded stomach and rosy cheeks rather endearing characteristics of what the children refer to as Father Christmas.

Briefly, he wonders if Kris Kringle was ever a real person who now only exists as a myth for families to talk about each year. After all, it is not a matter of miracle to fly across the country on sled if the sled is imbued with magical properties like a broom, and reindeer are common enough in dense forests to train as familiars. Certainly, the possibility of one lone man to deliver presents for children throughout Twisted Wonderland is close to zero, but every good story has its embellishments.

“You said that children eventually outgrow stories about Father Christmas,” Malleus says, distantly hearing you rummage through another box. He hears you hum and continues, knowing he has a somewhat attentive audience. “When did you learn that Santa Claus did not, in fact, bring you presents late at night?”

Malleus hears you pause for a second before continuing with your search. “When I was six- seven?” You laugh, and Malleus hears you come closer. “I think I woke up for Christmas one day and just realized that my parents were the ones who wrapped the presents.” You shuffle next to him and he feels your hand brush against his shoulder. “It wasn’t that dramatic or anything. A little disappointing maybe, but I just accepted it. I got presents in the end anyhow.”

“Presents?” Malleus echos, looking to you only to find that you are behind him again, searching for something. “What type of presents did you receive as a child?”

“Oh, you know,” he hears you say absently, “some toys, some clothes– the usual stuff.” You come back and laugh. “Now I just get money to buy stuff myself usually, unless I’m doing a gift exchange.”

“I see…” Malleus looks back toward the tiny figurines and wonders if there is anything he can get for you in the short amount of time he has before the holiday. He thinks he knows you well enough to discern what would make a good present, but to procure one in a short time is an entirely different challenge. Perhaps an outing to the shops would be a good idea; Malleus can show you more of Briar Valley besides these castle walls, and he can find something to give you. He knows that you are unlikely to refuse a chance to explore, and it is with fondness whenever he thinks about your adventurous spirit, as contagious as it is.

Malleus knows that you have begun to wrap something around his neck but pays it no mind. Your hands that delicately trace over his skin is of greater import, and he cannot remember what else he wanted to ask you until your hands have moved on. “And what of these reindeer?” He asks, “Do these have a story to them? Why do they number nine?” He picks up a reindeer with a red nose. “And why does he possess a different colored nose?”

Malleus jumps only slightly at the feeling of your hands on his horns. It takes deliberation, but he stays frighteningly still, attempting to be focused on the reindeer rather than your touch though it is distractingly pleasant. He never once thinks about telling you to stop, and besides, your movements seem purposeful. He’s not one to interrupt your focus or fun, even if you don't realize the significance of touching his horns. (He briefly wonders if he should tell you.)

“That’s Rudolph– he has a red nose to guide Santa’s sleigh on a foggy night,” You tell him. He feels your hand press against the base of his horns and he almost loses track of a vital part of the conversation. “There’s a song that goes with it too, you know.”

“Song?” Malleus perks up. “Do you remember how it goes?” He turns to look at you, only to have you gape at him as though you hadn’t meant to reveal that tidbit.

“I- uhm, yeah,” you stammer. “Let me see if I remember it all… ‘You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen; Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall,’” you sing, “‘the most famous reindeer of all…? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a very shiny nose-’ and so on and so forth.” You clear your throat, embarrassed. “It’s a cute song. I still remember it even though it’s been years since I’ve sung it.”

“You sounded lovely,” Malleus says, thinking that the bashful smile on your face is just as charming. The song is genuinely pleasant though… “Shall we have the others learn to sing it?”

At this, you brighten, and Malleus knows you well enough to recognize the mischief in your smile. “That sounds fun! Let’s see if they’re willing to learn it though. It’s not too hard of a song.”

“Yes, I wonder when they will return-” Malleus turns his head to look at the doorway leading to the kitchen when something falls off of his head with a ‘clack’ onto the floor.

“Aw, Mal,” You say, laughing. You pick up the tree topper– one of the stars that they didn’t choose for the tree. “Your star fell off.”

“My star?” Malleus blinks and comes back to himself. He puts his hand up to his neck and feels a strand of garland hang around it like a bushy scarf. He glances up at his horns, or at least tries to, to see a glimpse of the Christmas lights you wrapped around them. A star is attached to the end of his right horn and an ornament hangs precariously at the end of the other.

He’s transfixed by the notion of it all.

“I think I decorated you a little better,” you say to him teasingly. “The Christmas lights are a good touch but I couldn’t get them to light up without your magic.”

“How interesting,” he says, amused. He briefly thinks about how Lilia would laugh his head off and Sebek would react (badly), but finds that the casual intimacy is worth more than words can describe. Also, he thinks, is this not now an inside joke between the two of you? The idea tickles him.

He holds the end of the cord, and the lights light up. You clap your hands gleefully at the sight. “Here, let me take a picture so you can see…”

When Sebek, Silver, and Lilia return with snacks, Malleus finds it lucky that Silver was there to catch everything Sebek dropped when they open the door. You would have been devastated if you didn’t get to eat the pastries his chefs had made otherwise. As expected, Lilia took no time to pull out his phone and snap photos of him, gleefully saying how nice they would look in a scrapbook. (And to show to his grandmother, but that’s not something Malleus finds out until later, much to his chagrin.)

You look over at them, beaming, unaware of the danger that is heading towards you. Silver, hands full as it is, immediately tries to do damage mitigation, and Sebek–

“Just what do you think you’re doing to the young master?!”

(Later, Malleus would receive a photo from Lilia commemorating the entire event. Lilia’s face half cut-off at the bottom of the picture, Malleus standing to the side, decorated to high heaven and looking bewildered, Silver balancing two platters precariously and more awake than he has ever been, and a blur of motion as Sebek runs towards you. Your look of abject horror terror is comical even as you turn to run from Sebek, and behind them all is the Christmas tree they all worked so hard to decorate.

Malleus wonders if the photo can be printed out so he can keep it on his desk.)

Getting ready to go to the market for “Christmas shopping”, as per Malleus’ request, is a festive affair, considering the brawl that nearly broke out between you and Sebek. Though that is an exaggeration, Lilia thinks. It’s not as though the efforts of Silver to stop Sebek with Lilia’s presence would allow a real fight to happen. And that’s on top of the fact that Lilia knows that Sebek would never truly hurt you– and not just because he knows Malleus would be furious with him if he did but because, loathe as Sebek is to admit it, you are as much as his friend as you are to everyone else.

Though that was an understatement, no? Surely, there was at least one person you view as more than a friend.

Lilia hides his smile behind a hand as he watches Malleus explain to you thoroughly about the history of Briar Valley (ft Sebek), and you hum and nod at the right places in between his words. Absently, but no less lovingly, you fix the hem of Malleus’ sweater from folding up.

Lilia wonders, not if, but when the two of them will figure it out.

“Alright, are we all ready to go?” Lilia says, smiling when all four of them turn to him simultaneously. (It seems his family will yet have another addition.)

In the outskirts of Briar Valley live most of the populace. From modest cottages to cozy houses, fae and some very few humans live day-by-day surrounded by magic. Though the castle is separated by a moat and a few fields, the roads eventually lend way to a busy marketplace where people sell their wares and buy their necessities. They are all colorful buildings meant to catch the eye, and for you, that is exactly what they do.

Lilia leads with a confidence most characteristic of him, nodding in acknowledgement to townsfolk who pass by. Sebek and Silver walk stoically on each of Malleus’ side, facing forward and looking as properly intimidating as guardsmen of the prince should be. Malleus follows a little behind Lilia in the center of the group, and it feels odd for you to be a part of this entourage, walking right next to him. As they pass by, the people bow down in proper greeting to Malleus, and for once, you aren't sure if the stares that follow them are reserved for the crown prince or for the human beside him.

It’s a lot to take in– the scenery, the people (all who have pointy ears), the shops. The bustling noises of a thriving marketplace, the laughter of children running down the stalls, and the occasional clash and clang of kitchenware in cafes and restaurants surround you. A woodsmith holds your attention as he carves out a magnificent statue of a deer, and you have to have Silver gently guide you to the middle of the group when you begin to veer off track.

“We’ll have plenty of time to go through the market, dear,” Lilia tells you, grinning as your face reddens in embarrassment. “Malleus, make sure our friend doesn’t wander off without us, alright?”

“Of course,” Malleus replies easily. He looks down at you with one of the smuggest smiles you have ever seen him direct towards you, and you can already feel your scowl rearing to show. “Shall we hold hands to make sure you don’t get separated, little one?”

And oh, if it weren’t for this situation, the prying eyes of the crowd, or Malleus’ self-satisfaction, you would have been more than happy to accept his offer. (If they were alone, there would have been no hesitation.) Instead, you quip back just as snarkily, with a grin matching his expression, “How about we all hold hands then so we don’t get split up?”

“Absolutely not!” is Sebek’s immediate response, the first in the entire trip since stepping into the marketplace for him to break character. Lilia, reliable as he is, hops on the chance to tease Sebek before he can turn on you with his hands on his hips. Lilia is even generous enough to add Silver to the count. He begins retelling a story about all of them in their youth, and it is worth the twinge of regret for turning Malleus down to see the other three have an array of mixed expressions ranging from a grimace to a look of resignation.

You listen with rapt attention about the shenanigans Silver and Sebek have gotten into with their literal and metaphorical sticky hands, and the storytelling session becomes so animated that the both of them start to debate whether or not something really happened. If the townsfolk are surprised at the sudden change in dynamic of their royal entourage, you can’t tell– and you find that you are becoming less concerned about the stares in-between the laughter.

Lilia guides you to a lovely restaurant with a nature theme, vines climbing across the restaurant walls and a canopy using the tree’s growth. He gleefully opens the door for all of you to enter, and like clockwork, your stomach growls.

Malleus persistently avoids Lilia’s knowing, somewhat pitying look as they settle into their seats at the restaurant. Knowing him, Malleus is sure to suffer another bout of teasing from Lilia, and on top of his most recent blunder– because yes, he actually did want to hold your hand– is enough to make him want to sulk the entire day away.

As for why he wanted to hold your hand–well, is it not enough to know that he feels compelled to? As though it would somehow feel right to do so.

Still, he is careful not to let his dour mood linger; he can already see you give him a few discreet glances over to him in concern. Not that it lasts long; Lilia is deft at handling any situation at any cost, even if it means sharing some of the more embarrassing stories of Malleus’ life to distract you. Before long, you know about his appalling incident with a whole cake, and he is so thoroughly miffed at being reminded of his rather unfortunate emetic situation, it only feels proper to cross his arms as you coo at him.

Malleus briefly remembers a stint when he was miffed for a total of two days (he thought it was only a few hours) when you had forgotten which gargoyle in the courtyard was his favorite. For once he would rather that you forget this particular detail about him, but knowing you, telling this to you would only make you remember it even more clearly.

(Silver and Sebek are wise enough to not make a comment, having already been thoroughly put through the wringer with their childhood stories on the way here. That and the reminder of dessert makes Sebek turn mildly green to match his hair; some of the pastries earlier had Lilia’s mixed in with them.)

You and Lilia are still talking about it as Silver and Sebek wait inside to pay for the meal. Malleus almost wishes he remained sitting inside but of all days, he refuses to even entertain the thought that he may be left behind. Not that he would, he thinks, not with you here, tugging at his sleeve to have him follow or glancing ever so often back to make sure he is present.

"How long ago was this whole incident?" You ask, laughter still lingering in your voice.

Lilia waves, a smile constant on his face. "Oh, years and years ago."

"And here I was ready for you to say last year, Lilia," you tease, and Malleus only sighs.

"I was in my youth when that occurred," Malleus says, and he feels the familiar heat of embarrassment in his chest. He folds his arms with a frown. "Spare me the jabs from my inexperienced actions."

"I just think it's cute," you say, and Malleus doesn't think you realize what you’ve said as you continue to laugh. "You eating cake so good that you eat the entire thing then throw it all up afterwards because you didn't realize how much you actually ate."

"How the production of emesis is any way adorable is beyond me, truly."

"It's because it's you,” and his heart skips a beat again. You’re quick to continue, “And also because you're still afraid of it even now. How about eating just one slice at a time now?"

"I must pass on your offer.”

“Aww, not even a slice I make?”

At this, Malleus pauses and puts a thoughtful hand onto his chin. Eating sweets baked by you? “Well, perhaps that would be acceptable, though I fear making the same mistake.” He sees you open your mouth to respond, only to have you close it with an embarrassed smile. He is much too preoccupied with his thoughts to properly process that small exchange, wondering if it would be possible for them to produce food without Lilia altering it in some manner.

“Lilia-” Malleus turns to Lilia, only to realize he is not there. He blinks once, bewildered.

“Lilia went inside the restaurant to check up on the other two. We could go follow him,” you say, though you begin to look around where the marketplace is, looking unlikely to be thinking of going anywhere but inside. “Or… we could just look around here?”

Malleus asks, “Is there anything that intrigues you?”

“Well, there was this one- oof!” You quickly step away from the main path, only a moment away from running into someone walking with a purpose. Like clockwork, a person exits the restaurant in the same direction as you, and you must swerve to avoid collision again. Unsure on how lucky you will be again, Malleus quickly takes your hand and guides you far from the afternoon rush hour to safety.

Wordlessly, you hold onto him, following obediently in his steps as the two of you wait with the wall of vines as a backdrop. You watch as people pass them by, hands still linked. Malleus wonders if he should let go of you now that there is no need and loosens his grip in case you want to let go.

“Did I ever tell you about the story when I was little?” you suddenly say, eyes flicking back and forth among people in the crowd. You start to swing your conjoined hands in tandem with the rhythm of your words, and Malleus finds that his heart wants to beat in sync.

If you do not let go, then neither will he.

You begin your story and through it all, your hands fit into his. It is fascinating what he will notice just from a single connection with you. Malleus takes note of your little habits, like the way you unconsciously tighten your hand on his every now and then when you find something that excites you in the distance.

You have always been a person of movement, gesticulating with your hands to emphasize your words, and holding hands with yours has not stopped you from doing so. Malleus lets you gesture with both of your hands, and it is a different type of delight to find his hand completely under your control as you lift it up in the air back and forth, never once intending to let it go.

Of course, Malleus finds himself invested in your story– it is a given but also a choice; you have always been an entertaining storyteller, but he is always hungry to know more about what makes you who you are. It is new knowledge after years and years of studying every book in the castle, but it is knowledge he intends to hoard, for your words are worth more than liquid gold.

Every once in a while, Malleus tests whether or not you will squeeze his hand back every time he does– and you have not failed to do so a single time.

“Sorry for the wait,” Malleus hears Lilia say, and he hears Lilia’s voice before he sees him or the others exit the restaurant. He feels your hand drop away as you take a step closer to the entrance to greet them. “They kept insisting that we didn’t need to pay, but we made sure to say otherwise, isn’t that right, boys?”

“You guys argued over this too?” You are quick to say, laughing when both Silver and Sebek huff in response. The conversation is quick to start up again with the three of them with Lilia not far behind them after he gives Malleus a knowing glance.

“Let’s go shopping!” You exclaim, breaking up the narrowed look Sebek was giving Silver.

“Great idea,” Lilia chirps, wasting no time to grab a hold of the other two’s collars and pushing them in front of the lineup. “Let us go, men! Be prepared for a tour you won’t forget!”

You can only huff affectionately as the other two take the request as seriously as they would any other official order. (Also, a little competitiveness never hurts.) You stay behind with Malleus, walking next to each other, though he notices that for every step he takes, you must take a half step more.

He shortens his stride.

“I forgot to say earlier, but there was one thing that really caught my eye,” you tell him, walking closer to him.

“And what is that?” Malleus does not expect the grin that you flash at him, full of the mischief and confidence that he adores.

“A statue of you,” you say. You put a finger on your lips thoughtfully. “You think Sebek will buy it if he finds it?”

Malleus briefly imagines a wooden carving of his image as the topping of the Christmas tree and must admit that he finds that statement very, very likely. It is easy to start talking about whether or not it would be prudent to purchase the statue before Sebek does– and everything in-between.

If there is one thing Malleus knows it is this: he will never tire of talking with you. The two of you walk together, close enough for your knuckles to brush up against each other, and Malleus wonders if he can be patient enough until the next time he can hold your hand again.

temporary tag list: @justgiulia

#malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #diasomnia dorm #yall the trouble i had writing this bc i just kept on GOING #i lub them #gonna have to put this on ao3 at this rate

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bakudadadan · 1 year

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im so eepy goodnight

#malleus draconia #malleus twst #twst #twisted wonderland #my art #diasomnia dorm #sketches #ms paint #im on break now so hopefully ill have more doodles soon

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the-broken-truth · 13 days

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Name: Arzhel Volontaire (Adopted Name)/ Apollo Vanrouge (Birth Name)

Age: Unknown/Body Age: 17 years old

Race: Half-Fae (Fae Father) (Human Mother)

Height: 6 Feet 1 Inch

Body Type: Slim But Muscular (Spends Free Time Training)

Personality/Nature: Uncaring to those he doesn't like

Current Occupation: Night Raven Freshman

Sorted Dorm: Diasomnia

Unique Magic: Arsonal - Summoning Any Kind of Weapon in existence in Wonderland

Incantation: "I am never without a weapon. Behold my collection - Arsonal."

Likes: Cooking, Baking, Woodworking, Blacksmithing, Training, Reading, Exploring New Places, Learning New Things, Gardening, Music (Plays a Flute)

Dislikes: Sudden Loud Noises (Causing his Training to kick in), The Diasomnia Crew (Mainly Lilia & Silver), Savanaclaw Members (They dislike him first), People interrupting him while he is cooking/reading/meditating/sleeping

Favorite Food: Beef Steak

Favorite Fast Food: Burger with Fries and a vanilla ice cream shake

Least Favorite Food: Boiled Carrots

Favorite Class: P.E.

Favorite Teacher: Coach Vargas

Best Friend: Rook Hunt (Hunting Friends)

Worst Enemy: Sebek Zigvolt

Signature Traits: Snake Bite Piercings & Scar on his right shoulder

Favorite Location: The Botanical Garden (He loves nature)

FAMILY MEMBERS & RELATIONSHIP TIES

Unknown Human Mother - (Abandoned Him At Birth) - (No Attachment)

Lilia Vanrouge - (Biological Father) - (Hates Unconditionally)

Prynce Volontaire - (Adopted Father) - (Loves Unconditionally)

Silver - (Adopted Brother Through Lilia) - (Dislikes)

Malleus Draconia - (Future King) - (Doesn't Care For But Serves)

Sebek Zigvolt - (Fellow Dorm Member) - (Dislikes But Tolerates)

@forestofwisteria - Thanks for the idea. I'll start posting his storyline later.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #diasomnia dorm #arzhel volotaire/apollo vanrouge

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abyssalbest · 1 year

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Twst English players are gonna be fighting for their damn lives out here for the next few months to avoid spoilers I guarantee it.

#twst funny #twst fandom #twst nrc #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst disney #book 7 #malleus draconia #twst malleus #diasomnia #diasomnia dorm

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ctrlseacat · 1 year

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silver in some aurora inspired outfits !!! i changed his hair color too (you can view it under the cut!!) my friend said that if he was blonde maybe his name would be gold instead of silver to follow lilia’s naming conventions lol .. i think that would actually be a rlly cute name!!!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #twst fanart #disney twisted wonderland #diasomnia #diasomnia dorm #my art

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ruggiethethuggie · 2 years

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Giving the TWST Boys Generic Frat Boy Names Because I am Bored and Want to

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle: Colin

Trey: Garrett

Cater: Zack

Ace: Spencer

Deuce: Ryan

Savanaclaw Dorm

Leona: Dillon

Ruggie: Tanner

Jack: Kurt

Octavinelle Dorm

Azul: Alec

Jade: Chase

Floyd: Kyle

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim: Ethan

Jamil: Travis

Pomefiore Dorm

Vil: Jesse

Rook: Stewart but goes by Stew

Epel: Beau

Ignihyde Dorm

Idia: Billy

Ortho: Benjamin but goes by Ben

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus: Martin but goes by Marty

Lilia: Ian

Sebek: Blake

Silver: Andrew but goes by Drew

Please feel free to reblog with the names you would give them, I am genuinely curious ♥

#disney twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul dorm #savanaclaw dorm #octavinelle dorm #scarabia dorm #pomefiore dorm #ignihyde dorm #diasomnia dorm #twst shitpost #please reblog with your names

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syntheticsimp · 2 years

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TwstOCs: Booman Brothers!

SD Model:

Coffins & Groovy Candy:

Lester Trivia/Info Dump

- Very Fungi! Loves puns and cracking jokes. Has a mental catalogue of jokes/puns ready for any situation. He actually makes people laugh. Would win the title of Class Clown, hands down he has no competition.

- His grin can be pretty unnerving especially since he's hardly ever seen without it.

- When he's agitated only time will fix his mood. Surprisingly he tends to keep away from people when he's in a less than happy mood if he can. Says its cause he doesn't want to deal with people annoying him, but in reality he just doesn't want to snap at anyone who he feels doesn't deserve it. Will never admit that last part.

- Truly only ever seen with his brothers.In the rare case you find him alone he's either in a bad mood or genuinely enjoying his alone time and might invite you to join him.

- Candy! Candy! Candy! Has an abundance of it. Pulls it out of thin air sometimes. Walking piñata. Want some?~

- Loves video games, manga, anime and idol groups. Things he won't admit #2: Wishes he had someone to chat with about theses things 24/7. Doesn't know it but he's friends with both Lilia and Idia online. Online Alisas: BarrelBoi!

- Founding Member of the Creepy Crawly Society! The reason the club is named the way it is. Elias and Cain came up with a boring name. Which is why Lester changed it when he went to turn in the forms. His name sounds better after all.

- Will pop in the the game board club from time to time. He likes joining them for their club activities when his club doesn't meet. Honorary Member.

- Somehow will be the first person to the cafeteria.

- Has a Magicam shit post account. Full of weird memes and obscure shit. Also has an insane amount of followers. He doesn't know why.

- Is fluent in internet lingo. Can translate any obscure internet speech into normal words and vice versa.

- Keeps up with the latest internet drama. Sometimes the first to know of it.

- Has a pet Scorpion. Its name is Claws. He hides it in his room.

-’Lester’ is the name given for when interacting with people who aren't family.

Cain Trivia/Info Dump

- The Jock(-ish) Brother. Loves sports and will pop in to the sports clubs to mess around and play. He's pretty good at most sports and this surprise most who play against him.

- People honestly wonder how he got sorted into Diasmonia and not Octavinelle.

- Very good gambler, the odds are usually in his favor. People genuinely think he cheats. But he's just good at knowing what is a good bet and what isn't.

- Another who is easy to anger. Will be outright furious and will lash out at the person who put him in a bad mood. Will get payback.

- Gardening is his hobby. Many people find this quite surprising since he's such a punk. Green Thumb! Comes in handy for the Monster plant he houses (hides) in his room.

- The Monster Plant is his pet. Its name is Seymour.

- Founding Member of the Creepy Crawly Society! Hates its name since it sounds so damn childish. Has tried to get the name changed but Crowley always gives him the run around.

- Uses the club time to collect insects to feed Seymour.

- Super good at picking locks. Even the toughest lock just takes him a few minutes to unlock.

- Likes to spend time collecting gossip and ‘accidentally’ hearing others woes. This is quite hypocritical of him since he doesn't like people butting in to his ordeals.

- Genuinely wishes deep down to be considered approachable because he wants to have an abundance of friends. However since most people find him unnerving he chooses to play the role of the bad guy to fit their standards of him. “If people think I'm a monster then let me be a monster” type of attitude. Won't admit it ever.

- Music Lover! Punk, Rock, Alternative, Pop, Blues. Some of his favorites. Lowkey wants to start a band.

-Horror junkie! Collects horror movie memorabilia. Has seen almost every horror movie at least 5 times.

-’Cain’ is the name given for when interacting with people who aren't family.

Elias Trivia/Info Dump

- The ‘Diplomatic” Brother. Tries to solve most things by talking and coming up with compromises.

- His temper is much colder than his siblings. If you ever get on his bad side he will most likely give you the cold shoulder and be harsh with his words. His outburst are more methodically cruel compared to that of Cain’s fiery outburst.

- Enjoys a good Tea party. Tea Fanatic. He has a scheduled tea time for himself and even has a tea for every occasion. Tea set collector! Has a tea cabinet in his room to display the sets and the variety of teas he has.

-Tea buddies with Riddle. They try to schedule a meet once a month at the minimum. Will schedule more of their time allows it. Enjoys a good cup of tea with Malleus too!

- Herb collector! Green Thumb as well! Loves concocting herbal remedies for himself and his siblings. Presses Herbs and flowers alike. Has many a books with pressed fauna in them, with notes scribbled on the side.

- Owns a crystal ball. Incense burner too! Witchy vibes if the hat wasn't a give away.

- Into cottagecore and gothic aesthetics. Soft boy vibes!

- Book worm! Reads when ever he has a chance. Would start a book club if he wasn't such a socially awkward individual.

- Wishes he was better at communicating with people how he felt. Just like his brothers, wants more friends but knows people are unnerved by him. Which is why he's only truly close to Lester and Cain. Has made some progress with Riddle tho. As well as Lilia and Malleus.

- Founding Member of the Creepy Crawly Society! ALSO dislikes the name Lester has given it. He would've much preferred it be called the Entomology Club at least. Uses his time in the club to partake in his hobby of pining insects. Hangs them up in his room.

- Has a super nice singing voice which he refuses to share. Has stage fright. He also at some point wished to be in a play at least once. But again, stage fright!

- Avid play reader and attendee. So much so that he has a box full of ticket stubs from shows he's been to.

- Has a large toad as familiar of sorts. Its name is Dr. Finkel or so the toad says. Elias will occasionally bring it to lecture with him and does so by hiding it under his hat.

-’Elias’ is the name given for when interacting with people who aren't family.

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DIASOMNIA BOYS IN THE HOUSE!!!!

Honestly when I came up with their designs I was totally shook. Like honestly in disbelief that they were born from my mind.

BUT now that they're I hope all who come across this post love them as much as I do! Some spooky guys with hearts of gold hidden under the brittle surface!

Debating on who to post next, but it'll come to me eventually.

Anywho! Feel free to ask any questions about these three or any of my other character!

My inbox is open and I'm ready to answer :) Thnx for your time!

#twst oc #twst art #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland art #twisted wonderland fanart #diasomnia #diasomnia dorm #diasomnia oc #Elias Booman #Lester Booman #Cain Booman #Booman Brothers

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