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saatorubby · 1 year
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Cultural differences
Summary: Malleus's way of courting (dragon fae style) creates a misunderstanding between the two of you.
Or in which lilia is an old man™ and is having the time of his life.
A/n: In honor of the announcement of chapter 7, I decided to post this early. May all of you dragon simps get your dragon man. (it's me, I'm the dragon simps)
Genre: fluff
Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader
Warnings: second person pov, you/your pronouns, gn!reader
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"Lilia, child of man doesn't make sense." Malleus was munching on fries, with a pout on his face. He was apparently, what lilia called 'sulking'. Let me assure you he was not! Absolutely not!
Lilia brought up his hand to his face to stifle a chuckle that escaped him at the sulking fae prince, who put another one of the fries in his mouth.
Lilia finds situations like these quite entertaining, he loves observing the youth of today. They are peculiar, to say the least.
Though lilia understands malleus's crisis, he couldn't help but be amused.
After all, how many times do you see a powerful fae at his knees for a magic-less human he befriended in an abandoned building.
"Well, tell me what happened," Lilia said with as much seriousness he could muster and put his teacup down.
Malleus' eyes lit up and he visibly perked up about getting the chance to talk about how he have been trying to court you.
"I took prefect for a walk with me in the woods behind ramshackle where we danced to once upon a dream." He lets out a dreamy sigh, his chin resting on the back of his hand.
What a wonderful night that was.
The sky seemed jewel studded with how many stars there were. Your warm hand in his considerably colder ones. An impulse to hold you closer. So he asked you for a dance to which you delightfully agreed, blush adorning your face. He will never forget the night when you two sang the greatest love song in all of the twisted wonderland together while dancing.
Eyes his went to your lips many times, but he was afraid he would scare you if became too bold so he restrained himself.
"It was good until that but then I tried to give them jewels from my treasury as a token of my affection, but they keep refusing! I don't know what I've done to anger them. I just wish to mend our relationship, lilia." Malleus let out a defeated sigh his lips formed into an adorable pout.
Lilia knew the meaning of the word treasury, what malleus really meant was his hoard. Like every good dragon, malleus has a hoard as well. It has all of the knick-knacks malleus collected over the long period he has been in twisted wonderland.
Let it be jewels worth millions of madols or a weird thing he found on the street, all of them has a special place in his hoard. He was allowed to take a part of it with him to Night Raven College when he came, the rest is in his treasury room in the palace of Briar Valley.
Lilia, who was far older than Malleus and well aware of human courting traditions, couldn't help but laugh endearingly at the young prince. He then adjusted his expression, looking fondly at the child he had raised, who had now become so old that he has his first love!
Oh...Lilia distantly remembers the feeling of falling in love for the first time, he doesn't remember his first love anymore, for their existence had been erased by the cruel, cruel time that doesn't spare anybody, but he does remember how he felt with them and how gentle they were with him.
At the time he was a battle-hardened General, a war hero, not exactly used to kindness, but he remembers that they were far kinder than anybody he had met before, even now after a few centuries later, he has yet to meet someone like them.
Lilia pulled himself back from memories of long forgotten past and turned to his prince.
"Malleus, they are human." Lilia said simply.
"I am aware lilia, I still dont see what I could have done to have them cross with me." Malleus gave lilia a half-hearted glare.
"Malleus, they are human. You are trying to court them like how dragons court their mate. They don't know how dragons court their mate. They aren't familiar with your courting methods." Lilia nodded towards malleus sipping on his tea, and malleus' eyes widened in realization. Of course! How could he have been so foolish!
Malleus shot lilia a grateful look and said a simple "thank you." And headed out to find you. He must fix this. He has to.
So, you weren't even aware that he was trying to court you? He let out a chuckle.
Of course, why didn't he think of it before? Oh yes, he was too engrossed in drowning in his misery that he didn't notice.
Well, he supposes it's not all lost, after all. He could just explain things, but ah! Humans don't receive precious jewels as a confession of their feelings.
He does have other ideas as to what to give you.
You were coming back from your class, after a long and exhausting day. Professor Trein had given you to write a ten-thousand-word essay on The Human-Fae War that happened in early 1300's.
Your face bloomed into an amused smile as grim grumbled about ace taking his sandwich. You let out an exasperated sigh. They may be idiots, but they are your idiots.
You got grim settled in the bed quickly. He was complaining about not getting enough sleep the whole way back and got yourself settled on the couch in the living room.
You took out your homework, your assignment sheets as well as books you've borrowed from the library and got to work.
It was fascinating really, how two species that hated each other so much could come together like this. Humans and Fae...they have a long-standing history of hate and slaughter. It's gruesome.
The war went on for almost a century.
You were halfway through the essay when, from the corner of your eyes, you saw green fireflies shimmering in your garden. You abandoned your work to greet your friend who, you're pretty sure, has been avoiding you for the past few days.
"Tsunotaro."
"Child of man."
The two of you stared at each other for a minute. Trying to read each other, either by expressions or literally trying to read thoughts in Malleus's case. (He would never do this without your permission, but he was contemplating it)
"Look I-"
"Child of man I-"
"...."
"You go first."
"You can go first."
You scratched the back of your neck with an air of awkwardness surrounding you.
"Okay...tsunotaro, I don't know what I did so that you got mad at me but I am sorry."
Malleus' eyes widened in bewilderment.
"Child of man...I thought you were cross with me." You thought he was angry with you...? A small tender smile formed on his black-painted lips. A smile that was much different from his usual teasing smile followed by a taunting remark. How the corners gently tilted upwards, a sparkle in his eyes that reflected an emotion you couldn't yet place, but you were sure that your eyes reflected the same.
Small laughter bubbled out of his mouth, and not being able to help it you let yourself chuckle with him.
The sound of his laughter was so alluring that you were left wondering whether he had put a spell on you.
Little did you know he wondered the same about you. You had either bewitched him or he was a fool, a fool in love.
"Well, then, I shall make it up to you, beastie. Would you do me the honor of granting me your company for a stroll in the woods once again?" Malleus asked, gallantly. He was quite over the top with his dramatics -posing in a bow, holding out a hand for you to take- while smiling teasingly.
"I would love to, tsunotaro." You couldn't help but chuckle at the dragon fae's antics. Taking his arm you strode along with him to the woods behind Ramshackle.
A gentleman as ever, Malleus produced something in his arm but hid it behind his back before you could take a peek.
"Hey! No fair!" You pouted, seeing your adorable face the future king couldn't help but smile endearingly.
"You shall wait patiently beastie. Patience is a virtue," he said as you strode towards your and Malleus's special place.
He had taken you there for a walk before once. It was a beautiful, beautiful night. Perhaps you should say magical.
Malleus had taken your hand and invited you for a dance. Holding you close like you were the most precious treasure he has ever held. Spinning you around like a fairytale prince (which he was). Your eyes went to his dark-painted lips many times that night, wishing to have a taste of what you thought to be the most forbidden fruit this world had to offer.
You danced and sang one of the songs from your home. Your eyes went to your eyebrows in surprise that the very same song existed here. Malleus seemed fond of the song as well. You could see his bright green eyes soften every time a word of the lyrics left his lips.
"We are here," he announced. You looked around, finding it hard to imagine such a place could be near the desolate place you had come to call your home.
It was a mountain stream. Beautiful, clear water flowed down the steep grades. Shining moonlight above it, making the water in it shine like stars had been brought down to earth.
"Child of man," Malleus quietly pulled you out of your daze. "I brought this for you." He said, but before he could bring out whatever he had been hiding behind his back, you fixed him a stern look.
"Mal, I told you that I can-" before you could say another word, his hand-that he had placed upon your mouth- cut you off.
"I know," Malleus began with an uncharacteristically tender look on his face. "Lilia explained that humans do not court as we do. So I have brought you this." He removed the hand from your mouth and brought out a bouquet from his back.
They were gorgeous, the flowers. The bouquet consisted of red and pink asters. You chuckled, you couldn't have picked more perfect flowers yourself, they were gorgeous but not enough to distract you from the meaning of them and his words from before.
Seeing your joyous reaction, Malleus's eyes filled with hope. "Child of man, I-" he started but before he could get out another syllable, you put your hand on his mouth and cut him off. Amusedly watching as his eyes widened in surprise, clearly not used to people cutting him off, especially in such a familiar manner.
"I would love to, Tsunotaro."
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I wish I had a malleus.
Edit: for clarification pink asters mean sensitivity and love and red aster means undying devotion
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it-happened-one-fic · 7 months
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10 Seconds - Floyd
Author Notes: I'm not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun writing this. This fic was pretty much entirely inspired by a scene in chapter 111 in Akagami no Shirayukihime (Snow White with The Red Hair). After I found out that Floyd and Obi had the same voice actor, the temptation was to great for me to resist. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Fluff/ flirtation/ romance/ kind of spoofy/ Reader does have a pushy admirer so be warned on that note
Word Count: 1890
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There was something about persistent wanna-be lovers that made one nervous enough to look to even the most shady sources of help. Including Octaveinelle.
“So this young man has been bothering you for…?” Jade trailed off as he looked up from the glass he was currently polishing to where I sat, right in front of him, at the bar.
“A little over a month now, I think.” I frowned as I recounted the numerous times the Pomefiore junior in question had just ‘happened’ to be right where I would inevitably run into him.
 I would be trapped there, having to interact with him and dodging his advances until I was saved by some passerby or thought up a reasonable excuse to leave.
I could’ve gone to Vil for help, considering it was one of his dorm members. But I also didn’t entirely want to put my annoyingly persistent and considerably pushy admirer through quite that much sorrow.
I did, however, want this handled, and me turning him down numerous times as politely as possible simply wasn’t cutting it. Which was why I went to Octavinelle to seek the advice of the infamous tweels. After all, they handled a lot of Azul's issues. Surely they would have advice for handling one persistent admirer.
Floyd let out a low whistle from behind me, causing me to twist slightly to glance at the young man who ought to be sweeping but was now just propped up on the broom’s handle as he shook his head, “Stubborn guy.”
His eyes found mine as a grin crossed his face, and I realized very quickly that I didn’t want to know exactly what Floyd was thinking. That wasn’t really one of his nice grins….
“Come now, Floyd. We can’t exactly blame the poor fool for being quite so smitten with our darling little Prefect, can we?” I almost grimaced at Jade’s teasing tone as I turned in time to catch his mocking, sharp-toothed smile.
“Guys,” I didn’t even bother fighting the whine that slipped into my tone. “I just want some advice. I can’t get him to go away, and I’ve already tried being blunt.”
Jade smiled in an indulgent manner down at me before a frown crossed his face, “I suppose it is rather problematic and concerning if he’s been at it this long.”
He sat the glass down with a tiny clink on the bar as he continued to ponder my plight, “You said he’s a Pomefiore student?”
I nodded, wondering exactly what Jade was thinking as Floyd slipped up next to me, propping himself on the bar, “Should I just scare him off? That’d probably do it.” 
Floyd sounded perfectly willing to do just that as he looked at me with that sharp-toothed grin of his before looking towards his brother. 
But he was soon frowning in confusion as Jade started to shake his head with a slight frown, “No, if he’s as determined as I fear, then I doubt that would solve the problem for little more than three days.”
That mocking smile appeared on Jade’s face again, even though he wasn’t actually looking at either me or his brother, as he continued, “Besides. Those Pomefiore boys are the schooling sort. Always flitting about in a group. If we tried aggression, he’d just come back with his friends, and that would make things more difficult for you, wouldn’t it, Prefect?”
He looked towards me as he finished, and I nodded glumly, “A squad probably would make it tougher.”
Especially since Pomefiore squads were known to be aggressive. Turning him down in front of his posse could be risky at best.
A chuckle slipped from the vice-housewarden’s lips as he smiled at me, “Now, now. There’s no need to make such a face. The solution is really quite simple, isn’t it?”
I perked up at his words, looking at him hopefully before I frowned once I noticed his grin, “What’s it gonna cost?”
The twins laughed together, their voices joining in a strange harmony that made me tense ever-so-slightly. 
“Oh, it’ll be on the house this time. After all, this will be most amusing for both of us.” Jade’s words seemed to surprise Floyd as much as they did me.
Unperturbed by our obvious confusion, Jade leaned forward with an undoubtedly conspiratorial grin. Propping himself on his elbows as he gestured both of us closer with a single flick of his long fingers, “Listen closely…..”
And that was what had brought me to this moment, as I let out a quiet exhale before rounding the corner.
I didn’t even have to worry about setting the guy up. I knew exactly where he’d be.
Propped up on the wall in that careful pose he was always in when he was waiting for me to come and just ‘happen’ to bump into him.
And sure enough, there he was. Leaning against the wall with one arm raised so that he had me slightly caged in from the very second I rounded the corner.
“Prefect! What a surprise,” His perfectly white teeth flashed almost blindingly, and I fought not to gag at the raw amount of perfume he was wearing. 
It was a good thing he hadn’t brought his posse; I probably would’ve passed out from the raw amount of perfume that would’ve been in the air.
But I smiled. Pretending to be surprised and not at all frustrated by his persistent, unwanted affections as I carefully went back through the plan that Jade had laid out in my head.
Interact with him like everything was normal while waiting until reinforcements came, and then follow those very simple directions that Jade had given.
So I waited. Awkwardly exchanging pleasantries and smiling up at the young man who now leaned increasingly closer despite how much I would like him to say far away. He was no doubt about to drop some sort of new line that was intended to sweep me off my feet but would be far more likely to make me grimace.
And right as he opened his mouth with a grin that spoke of some very misplaced confidence, I heard the exact thing I’d been waiting for.
“Shrimpy~” Floyd’s sing-song call came from behind me, and I turned so fast that I almost missed the deep frown that appeared at impressive speeds on my admirer’s face.
“Floyd!” I didn’t have to fake my joy at seeing him, though I couldn’t say the same for him considering that Floyd himself looked entirely bored as he looked towards the Pomefiore junior that now stood stiffly silent. Already frustrated by the mere presence of Floyd.
For a brief moment, I was honestly worried about how well Jade’s scheme was going to go over until Floyd’s gaze shifted and his eyes met mine. Because then there was an entire change to his person.
His gaze softened ever so slightly, and his lips twitched up in an absentminded smile as he walked over, all but cooing at me affectionately, “There you are.”
He didn’t stop until he was right next to me, looking down at me, and then I knew the moment of truth was upon us.
I could hear Jade’s amused voice in my head as I braced myself, swallowing as I recalled his words: “Ten seconds. You will need to stare into each other’s eyes for ten seconds. But that’s all it will take.”
Floyd was far calmer than I was as he slipped off his blazer and draped it over my shoulders, blocking the cool breeze that came through the open window.
 His voice was quieter than usual, though still playful as he spoke, “There you go; can’t have you getting cold.” And that was my cue that we were beginning.
One.
My hand reached up to tug his oversized jacket a little closer around my body, and my hand brushed lightly against his fingers that lingered at my shoulders.
Two. Three. Four.
I twisted just a little bit more so that I could look at him better as his hand slid down my arm so that his arm was wrapped around my shoulders.
Five. 
It was already getting sort of awkward to keep staring for this long into Floyd’s mismatched eyes for this long. But now I was beginning to think more about the color of his irises than the actual situation we were in.
Six. Seven.
One was a yellow color. Not a sickly yellow, but rather it was a warmer color that made me feel oddly safe considering the young man I was looking up at. The other eye was a surprisingly gentle olive that was also welcomingly familiar and spoke of how, in certain moments, Floyd himself could actually be quite gentle.
Eight. Nine.
I could feel numerous people staring at us, and I was fairly certain that one of them was definitely Jade. He was probably utterly delighted by how uniquely embarrassing this really was. Because even though I’d been prepared to feel a little self-conscious, I hadn’t been expecting to be this flustered. Especially since it was just Floyd….
Ten.
Floyd’s smile grew by just a fraction, and then he blinked, “I reckon I’ll see you later. I know you can’t miss your class. Good little student that you are~” He let go of my arm with an affectionate squeeze as he continued to look down at me. But this time with amusement in his gaze and a teasing lilt to his voice.
I swallowed down my overwhelming shyness as I looked away, blinking as I attempted to force my recovery by focusing on his teasing. 
But even then, my voice wobbled as I quipped back, not quite able to look back up at him, “Unlike you, I actually have to study to keep my grades up.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I could tell he was fully grinning now, “Aww, if you ever need help, you can just ask. If you're nervous about Azul, I can help you out.”
He leaned down and into my line of sight so that he could wink at me, and I let out an exhale. Reminding myself that this was Floyd I was dealing with. Not some incredibly romantic male lead who was here to sweep me off my feet and actually be successful.
Which brought me back to my admirer, who was still standing there, staring in open-mouthed shock. 
“Ex- Excuse me, I lost track of time with Floyd and really do need to get to class now,” I  was still flustered enough that I stammered slightly before I flashed him an apologetic grin before I trotted off. 
As I fled the scene, I passed a chuckling Jade and mouthed a quick, ‘Thank you,’ before hurrying on. Attempting to outrun the oddly shy sensation I now felt at the thought of being near Floyd and entirely missing what happened behind me as I fled the scene.
“You haven’t gotten anywhere in a month, and it only took me ten seconds.” So saying, Floyd glanced down at the Pomefiore student, who almost immediately puffed up with indignance that quickly deflated as Floyd grinned in a way that perfectly displayed his too-sharp teeth.
“You might as well just try somewhere else, ‘cause you aren’t going to be stealing Shrimpy away from me anytime soon.”
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starriwonderland · 1 year
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I love how Malleus dorm card perfectly portrays malleus vs. Tsunotaro:
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Ungroovied= Malleus Looking down on us.
Groovied= Tsunotaro looking up to us.
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dizplicity-draws · 1 year
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There’s no way I just put this much effort into a meme lmao
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hanafubukki · 2 years
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Tsum Tsums
~*Prefect giving all the love and attention to the Twst Tsum Tsums*~
Ace: Why do they get all the attention? 
YN/MC/Yuu: Because they are adorable and they don’t cause me any trouble. 
Epel: You've known them only for a day! 
YN/MC/Yuu: Which is better than any of you. A day doesn't go by that one of you don’t cause trouble for me. 
Twst Boys: *Grumbles*
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mello-bee · 3 months
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I had a vision
au belongs to @oya-oya-okay !!
a few overblots and one portal to england later:
Ciel: Sebastian, I want a device that can be used for communication, news, music and preferably have games on it. oh and I would like it to be the size of my hand as well
Sebastian: ...my lord, would you like me to book you an appointment with a neurologist? I'm afraid you may have head your head in the other world
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welshoot · 6 months
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Talent and Overblots: An Interesting Relationship
So I read an analysis about Leona and his overblot and it has gotten me to thinking and, only just realizing that talent is a bit of a theme for Twisted Wonderland. Or rather, talent in a more negative lighting than it is often portrayed in. 
Simply put, everyone who has overblotted is also talented and said talents (+ the side effects of being talented) really seem to be a large part of their trauma, stress, and varying issues that culminate in their overblot. I’m going to put the rest of the analysis under the cut for fear of any spoilers and due to length (and it is long), but this is something that is incredibly fascinating to me since this portrayal of talent is so wildly different from what is typically seen.
Starting with Overblot #1, Riddle is obviously talented. He became a housewarden in his first year, has an incredibly powerful signature spell, knows all the rules of Heartslabyul, and is a top student in a school filled to the brim with geniuses. We know from his overblot backstory that his mom held him to strict rules and pushed him too far, always demanding he be better than the best. Talented wasn’t enough. He had to be perfect. And that is, quite simply, what led to his overblot. He was holding others to that same horrifying strict regime. Talent isn’t enough, you must be perfect. But Riddle’s talent(s) is what made this drive for perfection truly frightening. That talent of his is what helped to lead to the pedestal that he (and others) placed himself on. And then his view was an incredibly simplistic, and even relatable one. If I can do it, so can they. But that viewpoint is what led  to  him pushing too far and breaking down when he realized exactly what he’d done. Ace quite possibly put it best when he informed Riddle that he was, “An extension of her”. Her, being Riddle’s mother. Realizing that he’d become that same tyrant, constantly pushing that talent wasn’t enough and you had to be perfect, was a big part of Riddle’s overblot. Because what is worse than becoming the very thing you’ve feared and toiled under since you were a child?
Leona is obviously talented. He is one of NRC’s geniuses, implied to be a very physically strong beastman, possesses an incredibly powerful signature spell, and has the cleverness to think his way out of any situation on top of the fact that he can power his way out of most problems due to his incredible persistence. But those talents were little more than weights around his neck when nothing he did mattered. He would never be king no matter what he did. But how much of Leona’s overblot was ever really being about king, when the crown that just the image that stuck with him? After all, the crown was the first thing that he was probably told he could never have no matter how talented he was. So kingship became a symbol of all he can never succeed in, despite his many talents. In the Savannaclaw chapter, story vignettes, and even in events people are constantly telling Leona that if he just tried he could do it. He is talented after all. And how much must that sting? You’re talented, and you have tried, but no matter what anyone tells you, it doesn’t seem to matter. The words of encouragement others give him are just like a slap in the face because failure keeps rearing its head. Thoughts like that can easily lead to or worsen depression and self-loathing. Especially when he gets his hope up once more that maybe he can do something, he keeps getting dragged back down, either by life’s machinations or his own occasionally self-destructive behavior. As a culmination of this, we find Leona exactly where he was in the Savannaclaw chapter. Failing once more and finally breaking apart as it occurs in front of those who have placed him as their head, the leader of their Pride. Not only has he failed himself, he has failed those who place their faith in him. To Leona, it no doubt looked like his greatest fears were true. Even with all of those talents, Leona feels worthless because he can’t succeed even once.
Azul is talented even if he himself doesn’t see it. Not many can say they have a successful restaurant business, and have hoodooed both the headmage and a good number of one’s fellow students at his age. Azul’s talent isn’t the one he wants though. He wants something more flashy and easily seen. Something that will make others not bother him. He never wants to be a silly little octotwerp who gets made fun of again. And, at this point, Azul can’t seem to see his knack for business for what it is. A talent. Being surrounded by so many obvious talents at NRC is bound to crush him, because everywhere he looks there is someone better than him in some way. So Azul gets greedy. He won’t let them make fun of him and look down on him like his previous classmates did. He can’t take that again. But then all of his carefully calculated actions come crashing down around him. Leona destroys his contracts and asserts, no less, that Azul has been beaten by a magicless prefect. And that is when Azul truly starts to crumble to pieces. He can’t even beat someone that he no doubt viewed, at that point, as a nobody. His actions turn desperate as he fears that Jade and Floyd, the two who’d actually taken a look at young Azul and saw talent there, are abandoning him because he’s been beaten at his own game. In Azul’s eyes, he has no talents, so why would they stay? All those feelings come racing back and Azul really does feel like a nobody. Just a silly little octotwerp even despite all his efforts. And so he overblots. Because obviously if you aren’t talented, then no one wants you and it doesn’t matter.
Jamil is talented in numerous ways and, unlike Azul, he knows it. But Jamil’s talents consistently get ignored or downplayed by everyone, even his own family. And it’s all because of the fact he works under another family so in the eyes of those around him, Jamil can’t and shouldn’t be better than Kalim. So he blames Kalim, even though he knows it isn’t Kalim’s fault that they were born in the positions they are in. Even though Kalim is someone who has always lavished praise on Jamil’s talents and never downplayed them. Even though Kalim is his friend. It’s too much. Because each time Kalim, the source of Jamil’s woe (at least in his eyes), praises him, it’s like a slap in the face. A reminder that even though you’re talented, you aren’t allowed to reach the full height of your abilities. All because of this fellow, who is your friend and greatest supporter. When Jamil’s grand scheme is foiled, it breaks him. It’s a hard hit to his ego and probably feels like yet another reminder that he can’t outdo Kalim. And, to top it all off, there’s the guilt. Because like it or not, Jamil knows it’s not Kalim’s fault because Kalim, for all that he doesn’t understand or realize about their situation, would never put Jamil in the situation that he has found himself in. And so Jamil overblots. His talents don’t matter because he isn’t allowed to show them. He’s restrained, and all of that frustration is suddenly coming out.
Next is Vil, whose troubles are so curiously (and perhaps amusingly) similar to Leona’s. Because for all of Vil’s talent as an actor, he can’t get the role he so desperately longs for. To be the hero, standing on stage till the very end where people will notice him. But it is Vil’s talent (and beauty) that weighs him down and makes people speak of how special he is. And isn’t special so similar to being unrelatable? So talented is he, so special is he, so unrelatable is he, that he must be the villain. Because no one wants a hero that seems so otherworldly, perfectly beautiful and talented. No, they want a hero they understand. A more relatable type of attractiveness, a more mundane level of skill. A villain is, as Vil’s dad asserts in the overblot flashback, a hard role to play. But Vil knows that it’s also the role everyone hates. No one wants to be the bad guy. And how often do people actually pay attention to the villain? Everyone’s eyes are on the star of the show, the good guy. Getting typecast because of his talents is a big part of what leads to Vil’s overblot. He is so weighed down by how inescapable the role of villain seems that he quite literally becomes a villain. And, mirroring Riddle, the realization that he has become that thing he so loathes and maybe even fears is what causes his overblot. The golden child that he was has finally fallen and become mired in the hideous filth that remains when one’s talent becomes a set of shackles that makes you ‘special.’
Idia is, like the others, talented. But interestingly he seems to loathe his talent just as much as he loathes a crowd. Despite his amazing technological achievements, Idia doesn’t want the recognition of fame that comes from his talents. In many ways, he almost behaves like he wants to be free of his talents. As if that talent is a chain. And perhaps it is, that talent makes him well-suited to the position he was born into is yet another chain that binds him to the Island of Woe. His wishes don’t matter. Idia is doomed to his position by both his family name and his talents. The stress of such a truth paired his past with Ortho’s death, and the constant reminder that he is at fault for it (or so he constantly tells himself) is what causes his overblot. Because at least this way, maybe Idia can use his talents once more to do something he wants. To save his brother, and atone for what he has done.
Finally, there is Malleus. Another individual with undeniable talent. Someone who is already listed amongst the most powerful of magicians and who comes from a long line of talented people. But Malleus’s talent, skill, and power for magic is what causes others to fear him, worship him, and avoid him. No one wishes to approach someone so fearsome and talented, because how could they? He is a royal who seems so far beyond them, they cannot comprehend such talent and power. Surely he is beyond them. And when they can’t understand him, perhaps it is better to fear him. It’s only natural to fear that which we can’t understand, so that is what happens to Malleus and his incomprehensible power. The isolation that stems from other’s fear and misunderstandings leads Malleus to do what is only natural. To cling to those few people that remain near him. Those who don’t fear him and instead accept him. And that isolation, paired with the need to cling onto those precious few while all others continue to stare at him in awed horror, is what contributes so greatly to his overblot. Because if those few leave him, what does he have left in his ivory tower of talent?
Anyway, I just find it fascinating that Twisted Wonderland has portrayed the darker side of talent and how it can lead to so many issues for those that hold it. Talent is a blessing in many ways, but there are two sides to every coin and it appears that talent can just as easily be a curse in the wrong situation.
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cupids-chamber · 1 year
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SLEEP WELL DARLING! Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka-
GENDER NEUTRAL READER
A/N: Idk if this would be ooc since her personality isn't available, so I just went with the flow while listening to "We fell in love in October" try listening to the song while reading <3 !!
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Cuddling together, laying your head on her shoulder as she reads aloud for you to hear, you can't quite remember how you convinced her to read you a storybook, but thankfully she agreed.
Pulling the blanket up a bit more, as you huddled into the small space, her gaze fixated on the pages, reading each line with full concentration.
"This is my favorite part" she uttered underneath her breath, turning towards you with a smile, her cheeks tinted a light pink. "You've read this before?" you asked, she replied swiftly "mhm!", a soft smile embraced your features as she continued reading.
"The end..." she closed the book, carefully placing it aside. "Y/n..?" she called out softly, her voice gentle as she turns your way, only to find you vast asleep, she mumbled something incoherent underneath her breath, then let out a breezy giggle.
Slowly getting up from her place, being careful as to not wake you. Lifting you up, every movement careful and well coordinated. Not wanting to break your drowsy state.
She lays you down on the bed, fixing the blanket in place. She let out a relaxed sigh, as she smiled at your carefree nature.
She sat in the corner of the bed, gently caressing your hair, a loving gaze on your sleepy figure, she locks your tired form in her memory. She carefully lifted you by your chin, giving you a peck on the forehead.
"Sleep well love" she whispered the words, a faint pink hue on her cheeks, as she decides to go out and make some drinks.
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acey-wacey · 1 year
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God I couldn't stop laughing when I read the writing about the love triangles, I was wondering if I could ask for a second part but this time. Silver vs Sebek and Trey vs Cater (I love your blog and your work <3) ✍️💗✨💘
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Lovelies, I think we found a new favorite series!
This one's a tad angstier than originally intended 😬 but dw it's just a bit self deprecating on a few accounts.
⚠️TW⚠️ - negative self-talk, mentions of depression/depressive episodes, low-key yandere
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🗡️ Silver 🗡️
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🐊 Sebek Zigvolt 🐊
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Tbh, it's not much of a rivalry.
They both respect each other as fellow knights and Diasomnia dorm members.
Of course that doesn't stop Sebek from being the slightest bit jealous when he sees how you let Silver rest his head on your lap.
Both were rather clueless to each other's feelings, as well as their own.
Lilia had to be the one to point it out that either even liked you in the first place.
Sebek was infuriated upon discovering that he had feelings for a human.
It's fine for Silver to like you since he's a human as well but for the son of an esteemed fae to harbor affections for a human, and a magicless one, no less.
Sebek rejected his feelings no matter how hard it was.
He convinced himself that you would be happier with Silver who would actually be able to love you wholeheartedly, without reservation.
Meanwhile, Silver was just as oblivious to his own feelings, assuming that the warmth in his chest whenever he was around you was just friendship.
When he overheard Lilia gossiping about Sebek's little crush on the human, Silver was dejected but resigned himself, not wanting to admit that he ever felt anything for you besides friendship in the first place.
He loved the relationship you had, where he was comfortable with you and you would never judge him, being endlessly patient with his narcolepsy.
He didn't want to ruin anything so he came to the conclusion that Sebek would be better for you anyway because he could love you without being afraid of losing your friendship.
For a good long while, neither confessed because they decided you were too good for them and would be happier with the other.
Like I said, not much rivalry going on, just two boys with inferiority complexes and one (1) friend outside their dorm.
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🏹 Rook Hunt 🏹
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🍄 Jade Leech 🍄
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BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD ID-
Oooh, baby, the tension they radiate is thicker than a cloud of smog and even more stifling for the people around them.
From the moment Rook Hunt heard about the magicless prefect, he was instantly intrigued.
How could a powerless interloper, supposedly from a world without magic, with only their cat and the power of friendship, defeat multiple omnipotent overblots?
Not even the most talented seniors had even fought an overblot and they most likely would have lost.
So what made this odd little human so special?
Ever since he took an interest in you, Rook made an effort to spend as much time as he could by your side or otherwise observing you.
You were a little freaked out by his sudden attention but seeing Rook conspicuously throwing rocks outside your classroom window became part of your daily routine.
For Jade, it wasn't until after Azul's overblot that you caught his attention with the same question as Rook.
What made you so special?
You found yourself with a surplus of Mostro Lounge coupons, a marketing tactic according to Azul, but really, it was just Jade wanting to see you again.
You didn't really notice anything intimidating about the two of them since you were friends, but to everyone else, it became obvious that you were being courted by the two scariest people in the school.
Both of them enjoyed spooking Grim and then threatening him if he ever tells you.
The gossip surrounding you is what tips them off to their rivalry.
Many students are talking about your frightening admirers and how you must be pretty insane to attract them.
When Jade overheard said conversation, he shut the gossipers down with just a well-placer unsettling smirk.
However, it got him to thinking, if Rook Hunt was courting you, he would probably pull some dirty tricks to get in your favor.
Of course, Jade has a few dirty tricks up his own sleeve.
He'll purposefully indebt you to the Mostro Lounge so you have to spend more time with him.
You aren't exempt from his schemes and his teasing, but he doesn't work you as hard as the other indentures.
He's very protective though, so whenever Rook deigns to visit Octavinelle's restaurant to see you, you just happen to be working the back room.
The two glare daggers at each other whenever they're in the same room.
You've never even noticed how you're being tugged on either arm by two slightly manic yet calculating hunters.
Jade and Rook both seem to have set their eyes on the same prey but either would be d@mned before they let you get away.
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🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮
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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇
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Once again, not much of a rivalry.
Idia is quite frightened of all people, including Lilia, and Lilia doesn't see Idia as competition.
Lilia has seen plenty of shy mortals with a little crush, but it never mattered much.
The fae could see that you and Idia made each other happy but he wasn't willing to give up that easily.
As soon as Idia discovered that he had a competitor for your attention, he tried to stay as far away from you as possible.
Because a rival means confrontation and he would actually rather d!e.
Unfortunately for his good sense, he couldn't keep you away from him.
You were used to his moods when he shut himself in his room for days and sometimes weeks and you knew how to help, though you didn't know this one was because of you.
You brought water refills and healthy snacks to the Ignihyde dorm and no one dared deny you entrance.
You were the only person who could get their hermit of a dorm leader out of his shell so they all respected you a lot.
When you showed up at Idia's door, worried about his mental and physical health, he knew he couldn't ignore you.
Even if he knew Lilia liked you too, he couldn't give you up.
He definitely wasn't confident that you would choose him if it came down to it but he needed you in his life as a friend, if nothing more.
Lilia, on the other hand, was positive thrilled about having a rival in love.
He'd never experienced thag before.
Last time Lilia harbored feelings for a human, upon hearing of his love, the other humans avoided the object of his affections like they were the plague, afraid of incurring the wrath of the fae general.
But those times were far behind him and all these humans saw was a mischievous boy with wisdom far beyond his observable years.
Lilia didn't want to tease the Shroud boy too much since he knew he couldn't handle it and making your friend upset would make you upset, but how else is one supposed to manage a love rival?
Only behind the guise of an online persona did Lilia confront Idia.
He knew he often gamed with Lilia on an anonymous discord, but Idia didn't know that his gaming partner was the same Diasomnia vice dorm leader.
Lilia always asked Idia about his crush on voice call and if he would ever ask them out.
He even urged Idia to ask you out, hinting that you cared for him too.
Ultimately, Lilia wanted the two of you to be together, since he knew he would never get the chance to be with you.
He had lived far longer and would continue to live long after you had departed from the world so there wasn't much point in trying to make you his.
It didn't stop him from jokingly courting you though.
It was all flowers and late night strolls, sprinkled in with Friday evening Smash Bros.
He observed you and Idia as your relationship developed, outwardly rooting for you but internally heartbroken.
Though Lilia was competitive, he never outright opposed Idia.
After all, it wasn't the shut-in's fault that a human and fae lived worlds apart.
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♣️ Trey Clover ♣️
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♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️
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This one is a bit more toxic.
Obviously, Cater and Trey are friends who exchange gossip and some personal information about themselves.
Trey considered Cater a trustworthy confidant, so he told him about his crush on you.
Cater, harboring his own feelings for you, was quite torn by the revelation.
He did like having Trey as a friend, but he far from trusted him.
Cater decided to keep his affections a secret, watching as Trey grew closer to you and resenting his "best friend" more by the second.
Cater hadn't ever felt for anyone like he did for you.
It seemed like you were the only person who would accept him no matter what.
You had seen him break down and you were still there as a friend.
You liked the peppy screenager and the cold, calculating senior and the little kid with mommy issues curled in a ball on the bathroom floor.
You understood him in a way no one else would ever be allowed to.
Trey didn't quite understand that.
The vice dorm leader hadn't always liked you.
He thought that because you hung out with the first years that you were a trouble maker just like them.
But over time, he realized they you were more of a first year wrangler.
An ADeuce whisperer if you will.
He appreciated you for doing his big brother job for him and admired you for putting up with them.
The two of you bonded over the big sibling role and found yourselves talking a lot more often.
You would help him in the kitchen when he baked and you were invited to every unbirthday party.
Cater noticed Trey's feelings for you first and found himself unbearably jealous.
He didn't say anything, of course, because his bubbly persona he had created was supposed to be happy for you and Trey.
Trey gradually noticed how Cater was much less tense around you and put together that he had feelings for you.
Neither of them ever said anything about their observations but they knew.
And they hated it.
In my headcanon, they've always had a strained frenemy relationship and this just put more tension between them.
You, miraculously, don't notice the tension even though it makes every unbirthday party very stressful.
Everyone else has noticed and is a little worried about the growing resentment between the two "best friends".
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dr3amscap3 · 4 months
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ┊𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒.
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┊Vil Schoenheit x Reader ┊Angst to Fluff ┊In which (Name) and Vil have an argument leading them to not speak for a week. In turn Vil has a nightmare of (Name) dying. ┊Requested by : Anon ┊CW : Angst, Alcohol, Arguments, Death, Nightmares, Injury, & Fluff ┊Note: this fic is inspired by champagne problems by Taylor Swift ┊Word Count: 1313
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In all honesty, the fights have never gotten that bad. It should’ve never gotten that bad.
You didn’t know which was worse, perhaps it was the insults he bombarded your way, perhaps it was the champagne glass that he threw in a moment of rage that now lay shattered on the floor, or perhaps it was the silence that held so much grief and guilt in the air.
“(Name).... I... I didn’t mean-- “ Vil had a look in his eyes so distinct, yet so foreign to you, he had a look of grief, a look of guilt, and a look of sorrow. Vil’s hand shakily went up to his mouth to stifle a sob as he saw the terror in your eyes. He watched as you moved to walk out.
He watched, yet he didn’t act.
He should’ve acted, he knows he should’ve, but he can’t anymore, for you were already out the door.
His pocket feels a little heavier now.
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One week. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. That’s how long it’s been since he’s talked to you. Yet still he continues to catch glimpses of you in the bustling crowds of the student body, he continues to see you sitting around campus with a hint of hurt hidden in your eyes.
He continues to stare longingly at you from afar, missing your love for him, regretting how he let your love slip far beyond where he could reach.
And perhaps it was when you moved to walk away from his view... perhaps it was the moment he realized he was never ready to lose you, yet still, he had to watch you go off to a place where he cannot be, of to a place where his heart is not welcome.
In his sorrow, he decides to return to his dorm and pour himself a glass of Dom Pérignon, deciding to drink his problems away. But he supposes he should stop drinking, for this is what had gotten into his mess. He tries to recall what you called this problem of his.
“Ah... right, they called it champagne problems...” Vil lets out a wet bitter chuckle as tears stain his face, he knows he should stop, yet he downs another glass.
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Tonight, with a guilt-ridden heart woven from the strings of a broken tapestry that only your hands can mend, he sucks down his pride and gives you a call. Yet to his dismay, it is not your voice that he loves so dearly that answers, instead the voice that answers is foreign, yet it holds an apologetic tone.
“Hello I am a nurse from the Isle of Sages hospital, are you perhaps a relative of (Name) (Last Name)?” The voice, now identified to belong to a nurse, asks.
Vil isn’t a relative of yours, yet he lies through his teeth, desperate to know why a nurse answered his call and not his beloved.
The next words the nurse utters causes Vil to lose his grip on his phone. He can’t hear anything but the ringing of static and white noise. Vil cannot tell if the sounds hurt his ears, he cannot begin to fathom what he feels, he cannot begin to process such sorrow, such pain.
Instead, Vil is speechless, for a man who has given the students of his dorm so many lectures and scoldings he is finally rendered speechless.
He doesn’t even notice as the tears cascade down his face, he doesn’t notice as the tears fall bellow, soaking the carpet on which he stands, he doesn’t notice a sob break free from his lips, he doesn’t notice the way he clutches his chest in despair, he doesn’t notice the way he mutters soft apologies to you, hoping you hear, yet knowing you can’t.
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Then he wakes up, his heart pounding profusely, everything felt as if it was closing in on him, everything was hitting him all at once, the guilt, the fear, and the sorrow.
He let out a soft sob as he recalled the nightmare. “A nightmare... it was simply a nightmare...” Vil reassured himself, yet his mind wandered to scenarios in which maybe this wasn’t simply a nightmare, maybe it was a vision or a memory.
So he grabbed a small item and he ran. He ran barefoot to the Ramshackle Dorm, knocking on your door frantically. “(Name), (Name), let me in please...” Vil’s knocks became desperate, yet finally, to his relief, you opened the door, albeit you were still a tad groggy, having just woken up moments ago. Yet Vil didn’t care about appearances, he didn’t care about the fact that you were both still in a fight, he didn’t care. He simply engulfed you in a hug and sobbed, he muttered apologies into your hair.
“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...” Vil continued to sob, his entire being shaking with each gasp of air. “Forgive me (Name), please forgive me.” Vil begged, desperate for your forgiveness, desperate for your love.
“Calm down, my love. It’s alright.” You whispered gently, combing your fingers through his hair, it has always been your way to reassure and calm him.
“You... you died and I... you...” His voice contains hints of fear, sorrow, and guilt. Vil continues to whisper apologies and cling to you.
“Let me stay here... please... I don’t think I can sleep alone tonight...” Vil pleads softly, looking at you with eyes that held so much guilt and apologies that words cannot even begin to describe.
It takes a cruel person to turn away someone who is as vulnerable as Vil is at the moment, and fortunately, you are not a cruel person, you gently usher him inside and pull him into another tight hug.
As you both go up to your room he whispers one last apology to you before you pull him on the bed and take him into your arms gently. Vil was never the type to be held, always fearing for his appearances, yet tonight was different, he needed this, he needed you.
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Neither of you could fall asleep, so you both talked, admitted your faults, and uttered apologies, it wasn’t until the break of dawn when Vil finally confessed what he wanted to say that night.
“Marry me.” Vil blurted out boldly. “I was unsure if I wanted to propose that you left, I was unsure if we were both ready, but one week without you had proven that yes I do need you, and yes it was idiotic of me to almost lose you.” Vil admitted, gently holding the ring out.
“I know we will continue to have our fights and our disagreements, I know we won’t always see eye to eye, but I promise I will never let you sit alone and hurt. I promise I will never let another crestfallen look grace your face again, not even for a moment. I promise that if you trust me with your heart once more I will treat it as if it were glass and I would never drop it, not again."
“This life was once a madhouse before you went and changed it for the better, the moment we first met was the moment I knew that it would be your hand that I would always hold when we will be dancing. The moment we met was the moment I knew that you would be the one to mend my shredded tapestry of a heart.”
“So please...” Vil goes down on one knee, “Marry me."
At the nod of your head, a happy sob escapes from Vil’s lips.
“I think I would be fucked in the head if I didn’t say yes.” You say with a smile as Vil chuckles at your words.
You both will always have disagreements from time to time, and sometimes there won’t be a fine answer to those disagreements, yet you both will always try to find a compromise for every problem, even if the problem was something as silly as a champagne problem.
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This has been in my drafts for far too long. Decided to finally finish it!!
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Tags : @gingeywolfey @luxaryllis @raix-lv @ruru-kiss @blankescapades @deimospheres @gh0stbastard @kiriesdreamworld @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender
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m4rble5 · 1 month
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I need to put something here:
Furby toys in Twisted Wonderland
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What if somehow, SOMEHOW, Yuu bought them (seven for each dorm) at Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop and they gifted each Furby to each dorm 👀 ?
And then in a random night, their own Furby just ACTIVATES on its own, Tattletail horror game style, at 3 AM 😧 ?
I can imagine all of NRC trying either to use their UM to destroy Furbies to oblivion or just burn them in Crowley’s office or something 🤣🤣🤣
(I recently watched a Smosh jeopardy game video about toy facts and the Furby one came out and this is what I’m gonna write it down)
Here is the link of the video I mentioned above: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WcD2wNwF3tg
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Eyes of the beholder
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 looking 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 (𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽), gender neutral reader
𝐀/𝐧: 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 4:30 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗑 gn!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
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"Stop looking at me like that. I can't work." You wanted to suppress the heat rising to your cheeks but ultimately failed, making your partner let out a teasing smirk.
"Good." He replied simply, continuing to devour your existence with an unwavering stare. You sighed and closed the books you'd been reading to collect the material for your latest Alchemy project.
Something about 101 non-violent uses of poisons.
You didn't know it could be used for anything except for, well...poisoning.
You glanced at Malleus with narrowed eyes. "You planned this." you scoff in disbelief.
"Yes, I did." His smirk widened as he intertwined your hand in his, letting out a pleased noise.
"I'm never coming to the library with you." pouting, you slightly pushed his shoulder, making him chuckle.
"You're so beautiful." He rested his face on his fist and sighed dreamily.
"H-Hey! Don't just say anything." Flustered, your hands went to your face to cover up your face, away from the gaze of your lover.
"Child of man, do you think me of as someone who would say something he does not mean." He gripped your wrist gently and brought your hands down, putting your flushed face on full display.
Fortunatly for you, there was no other in the library, fully aware of the Briar Valley's Prince's routine.
He took one of your hands and slowly glided it to his mouth, pushing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, holding your stare all this while, trying to convey his feelings with a simple, intimate kiss.
His eyes still holding the mischievous sparkle you've become so familiar with, his mouth twisted in one of his rare non-teasing genuine smiles.
You could only avert your faze from his overwhelmingly intense one.
Sighing softly, he lets go of your for now. In time, He would make you understand your worth. He'll make you see yourself the way he sees you.
Watching you continue your work half-heartedly, he resumes his previous activity of staring at you.
Taking in every inch, every crease of your face, not finding any flaws in it.
Not finding flaws to the way your eyes shine, how you softly blow the strands of your hair away from your face, small creasing in the middle of your brows as you're concentrating. He finds all of these things so beautiful.
For once, life was kind to him, giving him you. For that he shall forever be grateful.
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it-happened-one-fic · 20 days
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Sweet Dreams - Malleus
Author Notes: You should know that I really thought about not posting this simply due to the stuff going on in the Diasomnia chapter. BUT! I actually wrote this before the Diasomnia chapter even started coming out in Japan and this chapter has nothing to do with that chapter. If anything, it's set pre-Diasomnia chapter. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ pre-Diasomnia chapter/ romance implied/ angst with comfort
Word Count: 1150
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It was strange, Malleus thought. He was used to exploring the grounds surrounding Ramshackle dorm while awaiting you in the hopes that you’d join him in his moonlit stroll.
So to see you outside, sitting on your porch, and looking up at the sky all on your lonesome when he arrived was... strange.
Strange, and worrying.
It had been a fair bit of time since it had fallen dark, and you had no way of knowing whether or not Malleus was coming. After all, he had no schedule for his evening visits. Rather, he came whenever he was able.
“Child of man?” At his questioning tone, you looked over.
He frowned slightly at the blank expression on your face that steadily cleared like a sun breaking through the clouds as you registered who it was that was looking down at you.
“Hornton… Good evening,” A smile flickered across your face, but it was a weak one that barely met your tired eyes. When he held out his hand, you silently took it and let him pull you to your feet and off the porch’s steps without any questions.
“What are you doing out here?” His tone wasn’t judgmental. Instead, it was curious and tinged with concern.
But Malleus was confused.
It was strange to him that you were so obviously tired but hadn't gone to sleep and were instead outside, staring up at the night sky as if you could see something far beyond those stars that twinkled overhead.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Your muttered reply was faint, but when you looked up at him, you were wearing that same smile on your face. Like you were genuinely happy to see him but didn’t possess the energy to fully smile.
“How was your day?” The fact that you questioned him so calmly when you were in such shape, with such deep, dark circles under your usually bright eyes…. It was oddly upsetting.
Malleus frowned but answered your question nonetheless, “It was as ever, but I encountered a question that I require your assistance with.”
At his words, you tilted your head, a flicker of interest entering your weary gaze.
“Don’t humans, such as yourself, require sleep to maintain their health?” Malleus was innocent in how he phrased his question.
And rather than catching on to his meaning as you usually would, you simply blinked at him before slowly nodding, “Yes.”
Malleus hummed slightly, no longer bothering to hide his concern, “Then shouldn’t you rest? You look exhausted, Child of man.”
At his soft words, you frowned and looked away as you simultaneously pulled your hand out of his. Malleus’s frown deepened at your actions, so unlike your usually bright self.
“What ails you, Child of man?” He carefully rested his hand on your shoulder, a silent request for you to face him as he continued, “Tell me, I will make it right.”
You twisted, a half-smile appearing on your face as you reached up and covered his hand with yours, patting it affectionately as you shook your head with a quiet chuckle, “Oh, Hornton. It isn’t something you can fix.”
Malleus frowned at your words, but stayed silent as you trailed away from him and sat back down on Ramshackle’s steps in a manner suggesting that you had nothing else to give and could no longer bear to stand.
“I’ve been having nightmares.” You quietly explained, spurring Malleus into following your actions and sitting down next to you. Folding his hands together as he waited for you to continue.
“They’re about the overblots…. About if everything hadn’t worked out,” You paused, a grim expression appearing on your face, before you continued. “About if we’d lost the guys.”
You shook your head as if to clear it as your hands laced tightly together in front of you, “I know it’s ridiculous, but...”
A shudder went through your body, and you fell silent, your actions making Malleus frown once more as he registered exactly how small and fragile you looked in this moment.
“It is not ridiculous. What upsets you will never be ridiculous. But…” He paused as you looked towards him, your eyes filled with fatigue.
“Tell me, Child of man. Do you get hurt in these dreams?” You didn’t answer, but the way your entire body tensed was answer enough.
Malleus felt his hands tighten on each other, turning his already pale knuckles a bone white as he continued to watch you, “I see.”
A sigh slipped from his lips, but he straightened and stood once more, looking down at you as he did so, “Come, you must get rest.”
Your eyes were wide as your head jerked up so that you could stare up at him with something akin to fear in your eyes, “But-”
“Fear not,” A smile curved across his face as he smoothly interrupted you and offered you his hand once more. “I won’t abandon you.”
Mystified, you accepted his hand and let him slowly pull you to your feet and guide you inside, ready to support you should your weary frame collapse.
He then let you take the lead, following you up to your room, where you stopped and stared at your bed, upon which Grim was peacefully slumbering. Unaware of your current plight.
“Go on, Child of man,” Malleus smiled as you turned towards him, your gaze full of uncertainty.
 He reached out with his free hand, gently resting the back of his fingers against your cheek as he continued, “I cannot destroy the fears that plague your mind, but I can stay with you. You need not fear any harm befalling you while I am present.”
Despite his warm words, you still hesitated, squeezing his hand that was still carefully holding yours before you seemingly reached a decision, “Just until I fall asleep… You should probably head back after that.”
So unwilling to put others in any trouble. It was so like you that Malleus couldn’t fight the smile that spread still further across his face until he was grinning fully at you. Even if you could stand to be a little more selfish.
But he nodded nonetheless, acquiescing to your request just as he would agree to any other wish you had, “Very well.”
Your hand slipped from his, leaving an odd emptiness in his palm as you crept into bed, looking his way once more as you snuggled into your sheets, “Hornton?”
Malleus responded with a hum as he took his seat next to you, glancing your way expectantly as he awaited whatever you would say next.
“Thank you.” 
Two simple words. That was all it took to make the draconic fae to go still, his eyes widening before a smile that was filled with fondness spread across his pale face.
“Of course,” He paused before his gaze softened still more and warm affection crept its way into his tone, “Sweet dreams… Y/n.”
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starriwonderland · 1 year
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He knows what he's doing
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Malleus was planning on Kidnapping us from the start /hj 😭
Hey maybe this is...Chapter 7 foreshadowing? 👀
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dizplicity-draws · 1 year
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Possessed Azul is just one sleepy mf
Let him rest
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hanafubukki · 2 years
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Ghost Marriage
~*In an AU where the Prefect was kidnapped*~
Twst Boys: Give back our Prefect!
Eliza: You can’t have them! They are my perfect partner!
YN/MC/Yuu: I’ll fight for my own hand in marriage!
Twst Boys & Eliza: *Disappointed*
Grim: Nyahaha~ My henchman rejected all of you! 
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