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Hello hello~ I see that you decide to write yandere request! So, for a nice start, maybe some hcs for yandere!Octavinelle boys ( yes I know I'm obsessed with them– ) that has a crush on fem!reader? If my request are too much you could reduce the characters down too, thank you in advance!! *send tons of ❤*
hello hello ! i also love the octavinelle boys but i have to admit that it physically hurt me to write all this octavinelle babies my heart ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ salute to all of the yandere writers out there, my admiration to you after writing this knows no bounds. this was fun though so thank you for this ! i also want to thank @beheadedruler for helping me out when i was stuck with writing about jade ! listened to kk bubblegum all throughout the writing process to calm my weak rabbit heart
【yandere octavinelle headcanons ; warnings : abuse, non-consensual, self-harm, you may hear remnants of me sobbing in the background】
Azul Ashengrotto
He knew that he liked you the moment you turned down his contract.
He had politely offered you one after seeing you in such “desperate need of his assistance”. When you declined, the way you flitted away the contract in his hands and looked at him in pure disgust sent sparks all throughout his body until the tips of his very fingers tingled with an electrifying excitement.
Since then, he’s thought of nothing but you and how he wanted you to become his.
He tries to make himself look more and more “irresistible” as days pass on, to the point of unnatural perfection. Nothing but the best if he’s going to be your future partner (which he believes is an irrefutable fact).
He’s no Pomefiore student but he does what he can; scrubbing down his body with a special foam that leaves him swollen and raw for a couple of hours but keeps his skin clear and polished, putting on cream to his face that burns but makes it seem as if he were glowing and bringing out the warmth in his natural flush, applying a putrid oil into his scalp and combing his hair until the strands turn silky and styled, and even touching his eyelids and lashes with a charm-spelled shimmering powder that for a while irritates his eyes but leaves a lasting allure effect for good measure.
He goes to great lengths just to get your approval. If you didn’t like anything about him, his dorm or his business, he’d get an answer out of you in the most roundabout manner and fix it immediately.
He’d easily get a hold of your schedule every week. The tricky part is to constantly have to convince anyone who has plans with you to “suddenly cancel on the last second”. Sure, it was nothing a good old deal could fix but the Monstrolounge can only handle so many injured unpaid workers.
Almost magically, he’ll be there to substitute, deliberately putting on a show just to make it seem like a coincidence. Say you’d be walking out of your classroom, disappointed at one of your friends who had left you alone and excused themselves from hanging out with you. He’d be there passing by, claiming to be doing his “dorm leader rounds” and casually asking you about your day or the troubled look in your eyes. You’d let yourself be brought about by his caring nature and soon, he gets you to invite him to hang out with you.
He likes to help you out whenever he can, though of course, everything has a price. He’ll offer you a deal for anything you want in exchange for something simple like working at the Montrolounge for a few hours or a study session with him, Floyd and Jade. If you had your doubts, he’d read to you every bit of the information written on the contract. He’d even point out all the fine prints and let you negotiate on a few terms. None of it really mattered so long as he gets to see you sign it, willingly.
Somehow, he ropes you into having lunch with him at the cafeteria every Monday. The Leech twins always escort you to his table, like a meal prepared especially for him. He finds your discomfort delectable but tries to hold back whenever he notices you getting too worked up.
floyd leech
You were someone he thought was interesting enough to keep an eye on.
When he realizes you’ve managed to worm your way into his heart, he’ll explode into boisterous laughter thinking, “How fun~! How fun this is going to be~!” He hadn’t exactly expected it, thinking of you as a mere plaything he could mess around with from time to time.
Now, everyday is a game to him.
Whenever he sees you near, he’ll come up to you and give you a hug! For every time he sees you in a day, the tighter his hugs get. It takes a great deal for him to not gobble you up after seeing you so uncomfortable in his arms, squirming to be released from his hold like a little worm caught on a hook. This is a game after all and he’s gotta play fair or else you won’t have any fun.
Usually, you’re an instant cure to one of his moods but when he’s really not feeling it, he gets a little clingy. He’ll snuggle up to you quietly and force you to take care of him. Not with words, oh no, but by following you around all day and moping until he gets what he wants; getting in your way whenever you trying to speak to anyone about important matters, constantly sighing and whining loudly whenever you’re doing your schoolwork or wanted to have some peace and quiet and leaving his weight on you so that you’ll be forced to either drag him around or fall under the pressure of his heaviness. He’ll do all this and more until you’re forced to pull him aside and angrily ask him what he needed you to do to get him to stop.
He’d always ask you for things he knows will make you feel uncomfortable like giving him a kiss on the cheek or walking down to the Monstrolounge with him everyday while holding hands or making you feed to him his lunch or letting him watch you sleep or take a nap on your lap (y’all get the gist). There are rare times where his requests get a little strange (though pray that you don’t experience this a lot). He’ll ask you to cut your hair into weird jagged styles or write/ draw something embarrassing on your face with a permanent marker or ask you to do a bird’s mating dance at History class or pull a prank on the infamous Malleus Draconia.
Seeing your face transform from annoyance to an expression of sheer horror and regret always makes him laugh and give you a sharp toothy grin. Losers always have to suck it up! You’d be reluctant but do it anyways so long as he leaves you alone for the rest of the day.
Anyone who he catches trying to look at you for longer than a second gets to play with him too but instead of the game that you two always play, they’ll have something a little different that involves a lot of crunching bones and screaming. They’ll be too scared to even approach you after he’s done with them. Toys like them break too easily anyways!
He likes seeing you get hurt and will sometimes try to get you into small accidents like jinxing your broom or hexing you with clumsiness or making you use the wrong vial while brewing up potions.
jade leech
When compared to Azul and Floyd, Jade is a lot subtler.
Unlike the raging storms they carried with them, he was a light drizzle— his approach unnoticeable and quiet that you won’t even realize he’s etching his way into your very heart.
You came into his life as a pleasant surprise, much like the feelings he held for you now. He’s cautious around you, making sure that everything he does and says is nothing out of the norm since the last thing he wants is to give away his feelings to you and ruin his plan of making you fall for him.
He’ll gradually try to get closer to you until he’s able to excuse his actions as what “friends normally do” like hanging out after school or walking together to class or eating lunch at the same table.
Most of the time, he’s too friendly and polite for you to argue with him on anything. If you had even the slightest bit of uncertainty, he’d already be by your side reassuring you. He’ll whisk your thoughts away with sweet undertones and saccharine smiles, leaving you completely unaware of the mischief glinting in his eyes.
He doesn’t mind it when you spend time with your other friends, he encourages you to do so! Your social life is important and he somewhat enjoys keeping good relationships with them but when he grows to dislike one of them or sees them becoming a negative influence to you, he’ll immediately cut them out of your life. Friends are expendable. Why bother keeping them around if they’re no longer assets to the system.
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Ooh! If asks are open, can I ask you for a mermaid reader x dorm leaders+ octanivelle? Like, its canon that the mc is from another world, so what if she is a mermaid from a world where magic barely exists? Like, she can freely turn human at will but that's about it. Assuming that everyone has a crush on her, but hasn't confessed, how would they react to the reveal?
hello hello ! asks are usually open since i don’t have request limits and i write down all the ones i wanna do in my notebooks (or save them as drafts)ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ i get this strange sense of happiness when writing them all down with their categories and specific highlights. i hope you enjoy ! unrelated but someone said that lilia was like rei sakuma and hshshsh ive pulled out all my undead albums and started jamming to all the songs again,, call name, call name, we are undead!
📝to note: (1) i couldn’t write anything about vil ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ (2) length (and possibly comprehensibility) varies because i ran out of coffee at home and was half-asleep for most of these.
riddle rosehearts
Riddle had been reluctant to even participate in today’s swimming lesson but begrudgingly put on his attire and stood at the edge of the pool, glaring at the water as if it were an old enemy. It wasn’t a total loss, you were there-- nervously fidgeting beside him. He’s been crushing on you hard, to the point that his ears turn red and his stomach flutters with butterflies just with your presence.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see you anxiously eyeing the pool. “Are you feeling alright?” he asks you, voice laced with worry. Your reply came out garbled, like you were trying to say something but somehow forgotten how to speak. He leaves you alone then but would occasionally glance at you, concerned.
When it was time for you to showcase your swimming capabilities, all the worry Riddle had for you simply washed away the instant your legs transformed into a mermaid’s tail fin.
He tries to be nonchalant about it but couldn’t help gawking at you as you did your laps. When you finish and settle to prop yourself up on the edge of the pool in front of him, you catch him staring at you. “It’s strange, isn’t it,” you say, sheepishly smiling to yourself as you collect your wet hair into your hands then wring all the water out of the strands.
“N-No!” he shakes his head with raised hands. “You don’t look strange at all, if anything you’re probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen-!” he blurts out, before bringing his hands up to silence his traitorous mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes. “O-Oh, I-,” you fumbled for words as your cheeks tinge red like blooming roses. “I see.”
After that, a silence settles itself in the air, rendering the two of you into amiable discomfiture.
“Rosehearts, it’s your turn!”
Ashton’s booming voice makes you both jolt, ruining the moment. Reluctantly, he smiles at you and heads off.
leona kingscholar
You always had a weird fishy smell to you.
At first, he thought nothing of this and continued to hang around you from time to time. “You know what her scent reminds me of?” Ruggie had told him once while handing him a sandwich from the cafeteria. “She kind of smells like the Leech brothers.”
“What do you mean?”
Ruggie scratches the back of his head. “They’ve got that sea smell to them, you know? Like how most merfolk do.”
Since that day, he’s been trying to find out why you smelled that way. You were magicless so he wasn’t about to jump into conclusions but after doing a little digging and investigating on it for weeks, all evidence pointed to one thing. He didn’t want to pry anything out of you so he kept his mouth shut until the day you revealed it to him.
It was during PE class. You had told Leona that you wanted to tell him something before going over to the school’s swimming pool. He had played it cool and quietly waited on you to say what you wanted to tell him.
“Leona, I’m actually a mermaid,” you say with downcast eyes while twiddling your thumbs.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I know it’s hard to believe but— wait what? You know? How?”
The surprised look on your face makes him chuckle. He gives you a moment to take it all in before going into full detail on how he found out; “You honestly reek of fish.”
azul ashengrotto
Azul thought he knew everything that there is to you. From your hobbies to your favourite music genre to your secret comfort place inside Night Raven College. You happily indulged all of his impudent questions. Yes, you preferred ice cream over cake. Yes, you were losing sleep because of Grim’s snoring. No, you don’t hate him and never thought any less of him after his overblot episode.
He liked your transparency-- admired it even. Around you, he felt like he was underwater but instead of having the constant sense of dread, he was at ease in the waters of your presence. There was never any need to worry over being judged.
Now when you had asked him to show you around his hometown and he had told you to wear something casual, he hadn’t exactly expected you to show up as a mermaid. You were so stunning that he lost his composure just from the sight of you.
“Did you-,” he clears his voice, “Did you drink a potion?”
Laughing, you reply, “No, this is what I really am.”
What you really were. Azul shamelessly examined you for a while as he took you to see boutiques and cafes, envious of your tail’s pale rounded scales and stylish web-like dorsal fins but all the while swooning over how breathtakingly beautiful you looked. When you had asked him if he was comfortable enough to change forms, he lets out a nervous laugh then hides his flustered face.
“I’d rather not embarrass you.”
floyd leech
Floyd had always found you interesting, it’s why he liked to keep close to you.
Whenever you were around, his heart would thump so fast in his chest that he’d grin and run up to you. “Little shrimp~!” was his usual greeting, his voice jingly as he takes you into his arms. He’d never tell you but he liked having you in his arms, as much as it terrified you to even be enveloped in them.
“That’s what you do when you hunt down people!” you complained, “I’m never sure if you’d just like to greet me or if I’ve done something wrong every time I see you.”
“Ah~ That’s the fun in it though!” he said, flashing his sharp teeth at you.
When you transformed in front of him, his eyes widened in delighted surprise. He takes your mermaid form in, ooh-ing and aah-ing at “-how pretty you looked!” before taking you around Octavinelle’s waters and making you participate in make-up competitions just so that he could get to see how fast you swam or strong you were.
jade leech
Jade always had his suspicions.
He wasn’t sure when it started but subconsciously he kept note of the things you did and said before coming into the realization that you have become someone very dear to him. You always spoke about the sea with a fondness that made it seem as if it were your home and frequently asked him to tag along with you to swim around and explore his dorm despite having already done so before. When you had asked him to wait then transformed in front of him before taking him out around Octavinelle, he couldn’t help but feel comforted at the fact that you trusted him enough to reveal this long held secret.
“You’re not mad?” you asked him, shyly peering at him from behind a bed of seaweed. He gives you his signature Jade Leech smile, one that made it seem like he was laughing at your very notion and finding you amusingly silly.
“No, not all,” he says, his eyes crinkling, “in fact, I feel very honored that you’ve told me.”
kalim al-asim
Kalim grew up in the land of Hot Sands where, instead of water, the waves were made of gold shimmering grains and that “swimming” in it would leave you parched and drenched in sweat (he would know, he learned that the hard way!). Now swimming always brought a smile to his face. Partying in pools and sharing laughs with your friends, those were certainly fun!
Though today’s visit to the pool was more of an academic requirement than a time for leisure, Kalim still beamed brighter than any star because he was taking his PE swimming class with the light of his heart: you!
Like a toddler, he swung his feet over the edge of the pool and dipped them into the water beside you. “Aaahhh~ Today’s going to be a really great day!” he twitters on, making you chuckle at his childlike enthusiasm. “Really? Why’s that?” you ask him, sinking your own two legs into the pool and looking at him intently. Kalim, suddenly growing self conscious because of your gaze, looks away and rubs the back of his neck. “Well-” he starts, letting his confidence ease back into him as he meets your eyes, “because I’ll be swimming with you!”
You blink at his words. For a second, you stare at him in surprise but his smile gets to you and makes you laugh. “Yeah, it does feel kinda great.”
When Ashton calls you up to the platform, Kalim positions himself at the other end of the pool and cheers you on. “Go Y/N! Go~!”
Ashton’s whistle blows a second later, making you jump. Kalim eyes widen as he watches you transform mid-air before plunging into the pool. When you surfaced, his heart was sent into a frenzy. Your hair and scales twinkled and your eyes, bright and demure-- you looked like a goddess, emerging from the sea to claim his soul.
The second you change back and dried off, he pops up beside you with gleaming eyes and bombards you with countless praises and questions: “You looked so cool!” “Can you control your shift?” “Your scales were such a pretty bright colour!” “Do you think we can go to sea adventures together?”
idia shroud
Idia didn’t really want to be here.
The only reason he was was because his brother insisted on it and managed to drag him to class before he could properly lock the door. If he knew that PE today was going to be a swimming class, he would’ve persisted to not come at all.
“Ah, this sucks,”Idia mutters under his breath as thoughts of what could have happened if he weren’t here swarmed his mind, feeding into his growing bitterness. Clicking his tongue, he folds his legs into his chest and frowns into his knees then stares at the clear shimmering surface of the pool water.
“What sucks?”
Idia jolts at the sound of your voice in his ear. He moves his head a fraction to the right and somehow almost kisses you with how close your face was to his. Instead your noses touch, surprising you both. “Y-Y-N?” your name sputters out of his lips as his face flushes at the sight of your smile. He squirms to get away from you but only manages to get a few breaths in before slipping.
As he lays on the ground, feeling completely defeated, he brings a forearm over to cover his eyes from the sun’s mocking glare. Ah, the gods are so cruel.
“Idia, are you okay?”
“Aghhhhhhhhhh...”
You helped him up and, though he kept his head low while quietly cursing the gods, he seemed okay. Idia knew you wanted to stay with him out of kindness but when Ashton signaled your group to the platforms, you gave him a small smile and reluctantly headed over to the other end of the pool.
Without you near him anymore, Idia found the strength to breathe again. Quietly, he makes his way over to a secluded corner to rest while keeping his eyes trained on you in the distance. He watches as your complexion changes and thin colourful appendages grow out of your arms and intertwined legs. Along with the heated gaze of the sun, all the shimmering lights that bounced off your scales and illuminated the tiles into a frenzy of dancing colours dizzied him to the point of passing out. As he slips into the depths of his consciousness, a thought echoes in his mind that was far too overwhelming for him to even continue to think about.
My crush is a mermaid.
malleus draconia
You and “Tsuno tarou” were running away from a couple of students that he claims to be after him and somehow managed to to end up hiding behind a rock formation in the outskirts of the Octavinelle dorm. He had used some kind of magic of the two of you to prevent drowning and getting wet and though you were impressed by his incredible magic capabilities, you had no time to express your amazement as he quietly drags you away to hide.
“Why on earth are they after you anyways?” you asked Tsuno tarou, who shrugs from behind you. “They like to keep me under close surveillance.” he replies curtly before peering over your shoulder to watch your two chasers bicker and look around the area. You puckered out your lips at his complete lack of explanation, turning to face him with folded arms, “What do you mean by that? Just-,”
“There! I see someone!” one of them exclaims from behind you, causing you to turn back around and catch a pair of blue eyes staring right at you.
You internally groan as the two of them start swimming towards your hiding place. “Well, I suppose there’s no way out of this. It’s a shame that I’ll have to stop seeing you every night,” Tsuno tarou says from behind you, disappointed. Huffing at his gutted attitude, you face him and take hold of his forearm.
“You and I both know that it’d just be the gargoyles you’d miss because you think that the moonlight ‘encapsulates their pulchritude’,” you tell him before taking in a deep breath and closing off all of your thoughts. “You better start talking about all this later, Tsuno tarou.”
He gives you a confused look then opens his mouth as if to tell you something but you look away and concentrate on transforming. When bands of scales erupted to replace the soft surface of your skin and your legs coiled into each other, you pulled on his weight and began swimming away as fast as you could.
To Malleus, you looked mystical. He didn’t know that you were a mermaid but wasn’t all too shocked to see you transform and gracefully dart across the ocean floor with him in tow. “I meant what I said about missing you Y/N,” he says, catching your attention. You let yourself look back at him for a brief moment before averting your gaze from the intensity of his stare; he told you the truth. Your cheeks grow warm despite the coolness of the water.
“Oh…”
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#dorm leaders#headcanons#soriwrites#im so sleepy#no more coffee at home#octavinelle#savanaclaw#heartslabyul#pomefiore#ignihyde#diasomnia#scarabia
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idia shroud
jade leech
malleus draconia
alternate ending : malleus draconia
You slump against the articulately carved entrance of the school building, its stone edges poking at you through your clothes. You pick at your nails while staring out into the rain that thundered through the stone pavements and focused on the silhouettes of buildings in the orange haze (a whisper of the fading daylight) just beyond. Water droplets splatter across the ground, sometimes landing squarely onto your leather loafers and adding to the littered beads that had already decorated it's dark smoothness. You would have shrunk away to preserve durability but the spangle of rain, with their little twinkling, reminded you of stars and, with it splayed against the black of its vamps, the night sky.
You had forgotten to bring an umbrella to school. You thought you had but you must’ve remembered wrong. You wouldn’t have stayed later than usual to study if you had known. Is this the world’s way of telling me I shouldn’t be putting in any effort in my academics? you wonder bitterly.
With it being so late, most of the students had already returned to their dorms. You had no one you knew who was still at the building. You have messaged a couple of your friends for help but if they haven’t replied to you yet telling you that they were busy, they left you on read.
If no one comes, you do have a plan to run into the downpour and risk catching a cold. You just wanted to stay for a while more in hopes of a knight in shining armor.
Idia was no knight in shining armor.
If anything he’d rather not be a part of this fairytale but, after accidentally opening your text message while playing a rhythm game (instead of pressing the brightly coloured disks on screen, he tapped on the notification that popped up out of nowhere and exited his game), Ortho pushed him to help you out. Reluctantly, he stalked over to the school entranceway in his oversized hoodie with an umbrella in his hand; a gloomier unimpressive take of a chevalier that walked on foot and nibbled on the skin of his lips instead of valiantly dashing to your rescue on a white stallion.
Rain dripped down from the tips of his umbrella then landed on bits of his hair with a hiss. His anxiousness grew with each fizzle. I shouldn’t have come, he thought to himself as he catches sight of you in the distance, Maybe I could run off before they can see me.
Too late. His glowing stands must’ve caught your attention and your gaze rises to meet his. “Idia!” you call out to him, springing up from where you sat with a smile. He clenches his grip around the umbrella handle at the sound of your voice. You said his name so warmly that the dim light of his hair shifts from its somber blue to a popping red. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, clearly amazed by the spectacle. “Woah! I didn’t know you could do that! That is so cool!”
He flushes a shade brighter at your words. Though he was undeniably embarrassed, some small part of him puffed out in pride of his incandescent fluster.
Hehe, they think I’m cool.
Jade was busy waiting tables in the Monstrolounge when he received your text message. The dinging of his phone pulled him out of his focus which reflected into a poor performance.
After serving a few wrong orders, a slightly miffed Azul came up to him and forced him to leave. "You're done for the day," Azul said stiffly, giving him a hard look, "I don't need you here if you'll keep on messing up." And with that, his dorm leader left him. He hadn't planned for it to happen and would probably have to figure out a way to make it up to Azul later but he was grateful that he was taken out of his shift.
He emerges out of the Octavinelle dorm mirror and heads over to the school building, taking an embarrassingly bright pink umbrella with him. He would have preferred to use one less… eye-catching but this was the only one he could find. Still, he walks with a straight-backed grace, as if he was accustomed to the human body.
When he sees your sitting figure in the distance, he smiles at your dazed expression. Whatever you were staring at, he couldn't tell. What he could tell was that you were at ease. You didn't even notice him walking up to you until he spoke. "I'm sorry for making you wait long," he says, snapping you out of your trance. You look up to him through thick lashes, surprised. Your widened eyes make his pulse skitter and soon he's laughing to himself.
"Did I spook you~?" he asks, flashing you with a grin tinged with wickedness as the shadows from being under his frilly pink umbrella make his eyes seem to light up from the fading sunlight.
Your nose wrinkles. "No," you reply, "What could possibly be scary about a guy with a frilly pink umbrella?"
He blinks down at the text message, surprised to even see you sending him one. You were friends. He knew that, but for you to ask him for a favour… It felt strangely surreal to him. He almost didn't believe it to be true if not for Lilia, who came by, saw the message and congratulated him on his "blossoming friendship".
Before Malleus could leave you a reply, his phone starts acting up. Most likely because of the unbridled electricity that sizzled in his bones. So, he rushes out of his room as quietly as he could, staying away from the crowds of dorm members that lurked the halls and careful not to alert Sebek or Silver of his leave.
Once he steps out of the Diasomnia mirror, he shuffles over to the entrance of the hall with a giddiness bubbling inside his chest. Somehow, the thought of going over to pick you up felt oddly exciting. He couldn't explain it, the sensation. Maybe if he could ask you—
He stops himself an inch away from the pouring rain, the giddiness in him flickering out. He had forgotten to bring an umbrella.
He should've remembered to bring one on the way out. Now, it was too risky to go back to the dorm and get one, especially if his bodyguards managed to notice his absence (which they already must've).
I'll have to make one then, he thinks to himself, already looking around for anything he could use. He spots a tree branch close enough to the entrance and picks it up. It curved a bit to the side but Malleus thought it would be good enough to use. It takes little to no effort for him to fashion the branch into an umbrella with magic; he makes the branch grow leaves out of its end in the shape of a canopy. After confirming that there were no holes for water to drip through, Malleus sets out to pick you up, humming with joy.
alternate ending
Malleus couldn’t escape from Sebek’s over-protectiveness.
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hello hello ! another one of these rare end of the piece author’s notes to surprise y’all. it took me a while to figure out what noun to use for the state of being flustered. at first i thought it was “flusteredness” while writing it up last night but then i took to the internet in the morning and realized it was “fluster” i’m big dumb i forgot that it could be used as a noun sorry i've been away 😔 i've been grinding for gems for days. i tried to write but was always discouraged to continue. hopefully by finishing this piece, i'll have my drive back owo)/
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twst fanfic#idia shroud#jade leech#malleus draconia#octavinelle#ignihyde#diasomnia#may special 2020#soriwrites
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Hey hey heyyy~! So glad to see more Twisted Wonderland blogs out there nowadays. May I request headcanons of Leona and Malleus (separate) with an s/o that is super innocent and child-like. She’s almost naive and oblivious if you will-
hello hello ! as i was writing this, a story idea came into mind !! so i’d like to thank you for inspiring my thoughts, dear anon ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ i hope you enjoy !
malleus draconia
He doesn’t really mind it that much
If anything, you’ve got him cherishing the time he spends with you more and more. You’re like a refreshing spring breeze that captivates him and makes him want to genuinely smile.
He’s very affectionate with you and, seeing as how any underhand flirting results with you not getting anything he’s trying to relay, he tries his best to show you how much he loves you by basically “shoving it into your oblivious face”
Surprise kisses just so that he can see you panic and turn red. He thinks your reactions to him are just the cutest, which is also something he’d remind you of constantly.
Your happiness was by far the best out of all of them. Your smiles, he believes, carry the light of the stars. Your laughter, a gentle ring of bells that could tickle anyone’s ear. The very sound of it makes him feel lighter, as if he was being embraced by the clouds.
“Malleus, Malleus! Look, there’s a flower field over there!” you exclaimed, smiling, laughing as you pointed at a field in the distance. He pretends to look for it, eyes squinted and scanning the surrounding area before his body goes still. “You’re right there is,” he said, his face registering perfect amazement. His theatrics make you laugh and soon, you’re tugging his arm forward telling him that, “Come on! We’ve got to go see it!” After that you’d spend the rest of the hour relaxing in the field while braiding flowers into both of your hairs (despite Malleus’ protests)
Your petulance is also one of his favourite things to see; the way you’d furrow your brows at him and pout, harrumphing ever so often just to remind him that you were jealous or mad. On one hand, it was irritating to see while on the other, endearing. He won’t let you stay like that for long though since he can’t bear to even think of you staying angry at him for so long.
He would encourage your antics, keeping a close eye on you in your pursuit to feed your curiosity. He wouldn’t want anyone to take advantage of you, or worse hurt you and ruin you forever.
leona kingscholar
At first, he finds the very thought of you infuriating.
He doesn’t know what to do. Whenever he gives you hints of his feelings, you’d cock your head to the side and stare at him with a raised brow. You either take things too literally (“Hm, you’re too cute that I feel like I could just eat you up.” “Why would you even think of doing that. I don’t think I’d taste good at all, and what does my being cute have to do with your attempts of cannibalism?”) or don’t take it at all (“If I had the chance to date you I would, you know.” “??Okay??”)
You honestly tested his patience.
Now, he’s nothing more than a sneaky sneaky kitty
He takes any chance he gets to hold your hand—,
“Leona?” you’d ask after seeing him suddenly take your hand in his. “Hm?” he’d tilt his head at you, feigning innocence.
—and nap with you whenever he can.
“Come here,” he mumbled with drooping eyelids, waving his hand drowsily in the air, signaling for you to come closer. Though you were compliant, you hadn’t expected him to throw an arm around your waist and pull you closer, onto his chest. “Is something wrong?” you asked him, worrying yourself over his unusual actions and already racking your brain with ways to help him out if he was feeling a bit under the weather. He hums in thought, his face scrunching up before relaxing then nuzzling into your shoulder. You’d then either spend the rest of his nap time staring at him in concern, brushing his hair and whispering that “It’ll be alright.” and that “I’m here for you.” or hug him back, burying your face into his hair as you try to hold back your tears until finally passing out to keep yourself from getting too frightened over thoughts of him.
In time he knows you’ll realize this and give him a thorough scolding but, for now, he’s making you make up for all the struggling he had to go through at the early stages of your relationship.
He’s very protective of you, though he tries not to make it seem so. If you’re planning on doing something or doing something reckless he’d “come along and play with you” which is basically just him saying that he’s going to keep you out of trouble as you do your own thing.
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{ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓅 : sick headcanons 🌧️}
📝to note: please don’t think of this as me not taking the pandemic seriously (´；ω；`) this happens at a time where the virus does not exist and is meant to be something purely lighthearted. with that being said, always remember to take care of yourselves everyone ! i should really make new end cards*
𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈
floyd leech
kalim al-asim
sebek zigvolt
scenario : your boyfriend gets caught in the rain and manages to get sick.
floyd leech
“You’re burning up,” Jade says, pulling his hand away from Floyd’s forehead. Floyd curses under his breath then falls back into the mountain of fluffy pillows on his bed, grumbling about the rain.
Jade suggested that he should stay at home but Floyd brushed him off, insisting that staying at home alone would be boring. “I don’t want to!”
Floyd isn’t used to being sick in his human body. It’s an entirely different experience when compared to being sick in his mermaid form. Getting out of bed was like lifting a 1000 ton dumbbell and the excessive sweating makes his clothes feel ten times stuffier than it usually does. He was honestly tempted to prance around naked the whole day at school just to keep himself cool.
Unfortunately Fortunately, Azul convinces him to wear his uniform.
He tries to hide his fever from you. Not because he doesn’t want to be babied (believe me, he wants to be babied) but because he knows you’d probably suggest the same thing Jade did.
For a while, it seemed to be going smoothly. He hid away his coughing and sneezing and you hadn’t suspected a thing—
Until he accidentally pulls you into a hug.
He hadn’t meant to but after seeing you so oblivious to his approach, he just had to mess with you a little bit. After all, how could he let such an opportunity pass? You were like a little shrimp waiting to be eaten! So, he lunges at you with arms spread out and yells, “Boo!” Your yelp disappears into his shirt as he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you. “Squeeeeeeezzeeee~!”
There was a singular moment of bliss for the two of you; You eased into his chest with a smile, quietly murmuring his name and he lets himself savour the feeling it brought to him.
The moment ends as quickly as it started with you looking up at him, eyes crinkled with worry. “Floyd?” you started, “Are you sick?”
Uh oh.
He doesn’t try to deny it.
Instead, he pulls away and starts booking it, forcing you into a troublesome game of tag. “FLOYD YOU NEED TO BE IN BED!”
You managed to catch him after he accidentally bumps into Jade, who saw you running towards them and put two and two together.
Even after getting caught, Floyd continues to stubbornly resist you, claiming that he didn’t want to stay in bed all day and rest.
Unless...
“Y/N, Y/N~ I promise to rest if you take care of me~”
He manages to convince you to skip class and head back to Octavinelle with him.
Like flicking off a light switch, his bright-eyed and bushy-tailed attitude disappears the moment you two arrive at his dorm and is instantly replaced with weariness.
He also immediately starts taking his clothes off. It doesn’t matter if you act unfazed or end up a blushing mess, he’ll be too drained at this point to entertain you. The problem is that after being completely stripped of his uniform, he refuses to put on some clothes. You couldn’t leave him like that i mean you could so you ended up bathing him and forcing him into his pajamas.
After that, you pulled him under the covers and made him a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
“Say ahhh!” “Ahhhhmn~!” “F-Floyd, you’re eating my hand.”
When he finally gets comfortable in his bed, he’ll start whining like a big ole baby.
“Y/N, I need more blankeeeettssss.” “Y/N, the rain is too loudddddd.” “Wah, this sucks. I shouldn’t have left schoooooooolllll.” “Y/N I’m thirrrrsssttttyyyy.”
He’ll only shut up if you give him kisses.
You’d probably end up sleeping next to him because he’s never going to let you leave. “You promised you’d take care of me!”
If you end up getting sick with him, he’ll probably just laugh and say, “Yay sick buddies!”
kalim al-asim
Kalim was already feverish the moment he got back home, dripping wet; He couldn’t keep his food down and his head was throbbing. Jamil had to put him down after making sure he was in a different set of clothes (comfy and dry) and drank his medicine.
When you came by in the morning, trembling with exhaustion after having to run over to Scarabia to check up on your boyfriend, Jamil couldn’t keep Kalim from hopping out of bed to greet you at the entrance. “Y/N, you’re here! You’re— woah!”
He loses his balance and stumbles forward. You catch him just before he hits the ground. “Aha, my hero!” he exclaims before nestling himself in your arms and passing out. You watch him for a second, stroking his light hair and smiling to yourself until his skin grows unnaturally warmer and you remember why you came by in the first place.
After helping you carry Kalim back to bed, Jamil leaves you to take care of him and goes off to finish his and Kalim’s assignments and dorm leader work.
Kalim wasn’t finicky when sick. Most of the time he was coming in and out of consciousness and if he stayed awake, he’d usually make you take care of yourself more than him; he’d tell you that you’ve been worrying too much and that you should relax and take a break. He’d even suggest that you take a quick nap, assuring you that he won’t be going anywhere.
“We all deserve to take a load off every once in a while,” he says to you, smiling. His voice raspy and forehead beaded with sweat. “Come on, I’ll have pillows and blankets brought for you! I’d offer you mine but they’re damp from my sweat.”
He almost got you with that.
Be strong Y/N. Don’t let his genuine concern waver your determination to take care of him!
At the end of the day, he’d slowly walk up to you, all bundled up in his blankets and thank you for taking care of him. “Thank you for everything Y/N.”
sebek zigvolt
No! How could he possibly be sick?!
He made sure to take a hot shower and drink medicine after dropping you off in your dorm. Even slept earlier than the Lord Malleus just so that he could get enough rest.
But for some reason he was in the infirmary with you during lunch break, face flushed and nose runny because of his fever.
He didn’t want to be there - refused to admit to being sick and raved deliriously on how he should be at the cafeteria by the Lord Malleus’ side, fulfilling his duty as his bodyguard.
The school physician had to force him to sleep with a spell as a safety precaution when things started to get a little out of control (but we all know they did it so that he could shut up and rest). They then left you alone with him to contact his dorm leader and inform them of his indisposition.
You were reluctant to leave him alone so you stayed with him for a while. As instructed by the school physician, you took a basin and a clean white cloth from one of the cabinets near his bed, filled the basin with water, dipped the cloth into the water and wiped down his sticky face. You smile when he giggles after swiping the cloth under his nose.
After that, you make a lot of wonderful discoveries while watching over him. He looks peaceful when he’s sleeping, he drools and he talks in his sleep. You spent like half an hour trying to make sense of his nonsensical mumbling.
“Y/N…” Sebek murmured, his brows knitting together in concern. You inched your face closer to his, studying his twitching mouth with wide curious eyes. “What about Y/N?” you asked his slumbering form. His face rumples as if he were deep in thought. “Raining.. Should bring… Umbrella…” You pull away from him, bringing a hand to your face to stifle a laugh. Though a little bit silly, you found it endearing for him to worry over you while he was currently passed out in one of the infirmary beds, sick as a dog.
When Lilia and Silver come by to pick him up, you shake Sebek awake.
“Sebek, wake up,” you say softly as you shook his shoulder. Sebek’s eyes spring open, suddenly alert, “H-Huh?!” he exclaims, abruptly sitting up, “Y/N, what’s happening? Are you alright?” He then spends the next few minutes fussing over you like the doting boyfriend that he is.
After that, you take him back to his dorm with Lilia and Silver.
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Hello! First of all, thank you very much for this blog. May I ask about Leona and Malleus headcanons (or what you think is most appropriate) where s / o asks them to hear their heartbeat to calm down from a state of fear? I hope this request is not too strange. If you are too busy, don't worry about this. Thank you very much!
hello hello ! i would have loved to written a full on story for this but (embarrassingly enough) headcanons + scenarios are honestly easier for me to write with though i do have a tendency to write full on paragraphs for these hh i’m sorry (⸝⸝⸝ ≧ㅿ＼⸝⸝⸝)/ it’s a little strange but that’s what makes it interesting ! i had a lot of fun coming up with scenarios for context and various reactions for this (with a little help from my siblings) ! here’s what i ended up liking the best hehe (〃 ω 〃) unrelated but ffvii remake is wrecking me
【 8- sometimes, home has a heartbeat 】
leona kingscholar
Leona never should have taken you with him.
It was after Azul had lost control and overblotted; the Octavinelle dorm entrance was in shambles and he had somehow lost sight of you in the midst of all the mayhem and fighting.
The Leech twins, after letting everyone discuss things over, took Azul to the infirmary to rest and be treated.
Now, he was wandering around the entrance in search of you. He was almost about to give up when-
“Leona,” a voice croaked out to him, soft and quivering.
His ears twitched at the sound of it and before he could even fully register its closeness, he was whipping around in search of where it came from. “Y/N?” He calls out to you, eyes scanning the vicinity. It frustrated him that he couldn’t find you, especially since there was barely anything around besides a couple of rocks and underwater plants. When you say his name again, he gets a better sense of where you are and spots you a few meters away from him, sitting behind a cluster of kelp on the cold ocean sand with your arms wrapped around your legs and your knees pressed to your chest.
He rushes over to you then kneels down in front of you. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks before gently taking your hands into his and holding them to his face. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, reassuringly as he waits for you to respond. You look up at him, your eyes distant and moist. Quietly, you mumble, “Can I… Listen to your heartbeat?”
Your request surprises him and makes him meet your gaze. In your eyes, he sees something so broken and naked that he stills and lets himself panic for a moment at the intensity of emotion swimming inside the colour of your stare.
“Of course,” he breathes out in reply as he brings you closer and envelopes you into his arms, letting you place your ear onto his chest.
His heart thrums steadily inside his chest, enfolding you in the rich symphony of its beating. It pulls you closer and closer until tears escape the corners of your eyes and you let out a sob. Your shoulders relax, making him sigh in relief. Slowly, he moves his arms and scoops you up, cradling you into his chest as he stands up and takes you away.
“You’re okay,” he cooed as you drift off into slumber.
“You’re safe.”
malleus draconia
Malleus knew you were getting worried over whether you would be able to go back home to your world.
He hadn’t really let himself do the same, in fear that it would worry you even more.
He leaves you to your contemplation for a while until he finds you alone in the classroom after school.
You were staring out the window absentmindedly; eyes shaking and hands gripping the window frame tightly as if it was the only thing keeping you from breaking.
He comes up to you, fingers picking at the cuffs of his sleeve nervously unlike the stoic expression plastered on his face. You look back at him, eyes distant and glistening though not exactly unwelcoming. He knew you were thinking about home, he could tell by the far off look in your eyes that seemed to be searching for something beyond the blue of the sky.
“Do you think… that I could ever..” you stammered out, looking at him briefly before lowering your gaze. “Do you think that I could ever get back home?”
Your question is met with stillness. It was difficult for him to answer you. He didn’t want to give you false hope, especially for something as close to your heart as this, but he also didn’t want you to feel as if there was no hope at all.
Giving himself a moment to think about it, he exhales and replies, “There’s a possibility.”
You nod at this before turning back to the window to stare at the clouds.
All seemed well. He didn’t think his reply came out too cold and, though you only nodded at him, at least you weren’t crying—
until you were.
Tears swelled in your crinkled eyes and dripped down onto your cheeks. You tried your best to hide it from him; turning your head to the side before raising your hands to your face and wiping them away, sniffling with each swipe. He whispers your name, raising his arms and then dropping them— a false start— but then he carefully steels himself to it, curving himself around your body and pulling you close, letting you hide your face into his arm.
The two of you stand there for a moment; him, shushing you while stroking your hair and you, letting out all of your emotions onto the sleeve of his blazer.
“Malleus?” you mumbled, making him bend down a little to hear you better. A sob distorts your words. “Could I- Could I listen to your heartbeat?”
He doesn’t dare speak. Instead, he lets you move to place your head onto his chest. His heartbeat was soft against your ears. The shape of the sound reminded you of an old lullaby with its continuous strokes and arcs, modulating slowly into an orchestra of reverberation. You listen to the melody pass and circle back, letting the sound flow into you until it makes you smile and chuckle into him with a heavy weight in your chest.
“Thank you,” you say as you wrap your arms around him tightly.
“Thank you.”
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{ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 : a rainy day encounter 🌧️}
𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 ; malleus draconia x mc! reader ⋆ 🎵 pennies from heaven by louis prima
“Hm, what should I call you?” he had asked you that night, looking at you with an undefined emotion dancing in his eyes. You didn’t know why he found it strange that you didn’t know who he was but there was something to his overwhelmingly powerful aura that hinted to the answer and truthfully, you didn't want to find out. You told yourself to run away, as fast as you could back into the Ramshackle Dorm but found yourself reluctant to do so.
The night air was cool against your skin, its briskness made you feel awake - alive.
You looked up at the mysterious visitor, breathless and tingling with an excitement you couldn’t explain.
“I’m Y/N.”
➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶
It was mid-day when you had decided to explore the campus grounds, just to change things up a bit from your usual schedule. You had left Grim to Ace, who had protested and asked for compensation to be “tanuki-sitting” before getting distracted by Riddle’s yowl nearby. Not letting the opportunity pass, you slipped out of the room and left him to whatever chaos that would ensue that had his eyes widen in fear of his dorm leader's sudden outburst and the fact that Grim was missing from the room.
You didn’t know where you were going but you figured that there wouldn’t be much of a problem if you got lost. The college was a private area and you were sure that you’d at least pass by one person that knew their way around the facility.
It was when you passed by a shimmering pond that made you stray from your thoughts to focus your attention to a sleeping form propped up against an old dark tree near the pool of water. Maybe it was the light that shone down on him that made it seem like he was glowing or the gentleness of his features that made you gasp at the sight of him.
Malleus Draconia? What is he doing here?
You had encountered him a few times before. The first being in the Ramshackle dorm at a time when you didn’t even know who he was. Learning about him later on made your heart race and your skin jitter, though you weren’t sure if it was such a bad feeling to have.The rest were a series of brief instances inside the campus: a single moment of eye contact during lunch in the cafeteria, accidentally bumping into him while walking hurriedly down the halls and an exchange of polite greetings when seeing each other on the main road.
Thinking back on all this, you slump in disappointment. You’ve never heard him say your name before besides your first meeting, which only assures you that you told him.
Unsure if you should stay any longer, a gentle rumble makes your eyes snap upwards. Dark clouds blotten the sky and, despite hoping that this dreary shift was only because night was coming, a flash of light erupts from the sky and makes you jump. After this, another rumble follows, confirming your suspicions.
Since you didn’t have the heart to leave Malleus in the forest with an upcoming storm, you decide to try to make your way closer to him.
“I don’t wish to be bothered, Lilia.”
A voice says, dark and rich and oddly irritated, startling you. Malleus’ eyes flutter open, narrowed and seemingly shining with annoyance while staring directly at you. This, however, is soon replaced with surprise. You figured that you weren’t exactly who he was expecting. While fumbling nervously with your sleeve, you blurt, “You should head back to your dorm, it’s going to rain soon.”
Malleus studied you curiously, his eyes glinting the same way it did when you two first met. His gaze, strangely enough, makes you feel very shy. “You’re that student from-,” Malleus starts before quickly cutting himself off. He brings a finger to his lips then looks away in deep thought.
“Y/N,” he says, looking back up at you with wide eyes as if finally remembering who you were, “Your name is Y/N.”
It was strange. Hearing him say your name so casually as if it was the easiest thing to do.
Heat rises to your face, the shyness overtaking you. “Yes,” you say in both confirmation and frustration, thinking it unfair for him to say your name in this particular moment, especially when it had completely caught you off guard. A silence fell between you two after that, comforting and unnerving you at the same time.
“I have to go.” you say finally after a droplet of rain plopped itself onto your nose. You turn to leave, a disappointed feeling in your chest— before, “Wait.” he calls out to you and you turn back to face him quickly, expectantly.
He got up from where he was sleeping earlier then made his way towards you. “I’ll escort you.” he says, placing himself beside you. It took you a great amount of effort for you to not run off, screaming. The closeness of him sent off warning bells in your head that urged you to panic but you reassured yourself, putting your hands together and clenching your trembling fingers. “A-Alright,” you reply meekly, casting your gaze to your shoes.
You two hadn't even started walking yet when the rain began to pour down. You gasped at the coolness of its touch, accidentally inching closer to Malleus and placing your hands on his arm to steady yourself.
Malleus chuckles at your boldness. "Come here," he says, placing his arm around your shoulders and pressing you closer. You look up at him with wide eyes and red tinged cheeks. "I'm-," you start but he cuts you off by snapping his fingers. Green dust explodes from his fingertips, converging and solidifying until an umbrella appears out of thin air. Gingerly, he opens the umbrella up and lets the canopy shelter the two of you.
“Shall we then, Y/N?” he says, looking down at you with a smile.
There he goes again, you think, pouting back at him, saying my name with that nonchalant tone of his. You look away, trying to seem unfazed but you couldn’t deny that you felt a little bit happy about it.
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hello hello ! not only is this part of my rainy may special but is also my last piece for my 300 followers special ! thank you to my second lovely winner, @roseinbloom02 (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿) i’m sorry i took so long into finishing this (´；ω；`) now i’m well over 500 followers now,, debating whether or not i should do another one of these hehe
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{ ＹＯＵ ＳＯＵＮＤ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＥ ＳＥＡ☆ malleus draconia x reader }
ＹＯＵ ＳＯＵＮＤ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＥ ＳＥＡ; malleus draconia x reader ⋆ 🎵 your shirt by chelsea cutler
The sea, oddly enough, reminds you of Malleus.
When first arriving at the resort, the familiar lonely hum of the rushing of waves takes you aback. It almost fooled you into thinking that he was right here beside you, gently whispering into your ear. Though you knew it couldn't be true because the third years weren't meant to come until later tomorrow, your face visibly flushes at the thought of it, leading to your friends asking you if you were feeling alright. You came up with an excuse (telling them that the sun was getting to you a little) and ended up being brought back to your room to rest, missing almost all of today's beach training activities.
You didn't really mind missing a few of the day's training events. Malleus wasn't going to be there anyways and, though you wanted to spend time with the rest of your friends, the sadness you felt with his absence ached your heart too much to be able to even breathe comfortably. So when Kalim came by and invited you down for dinner, you politely declined and plopped yourself back onto the bed. You raised a hand into the air and continuously curved them into your hand and back out again to examine how your fingers folded. The sound of the sea, though faint against the walls of your room, lulls you with its gushing until you fall into a deep sleep.
Plunged within your consciousness, lights dance, flicker and jingle along with the water's whimsical song. A sweet gentle caress of pitch, like the deep rumble of Malleus' laughter. You found comfort in the rhythmic drumming and nestled yourself into the warmth it brought to your chest. If only he were actually here, then all could finally be well. If only… You could listen to his voice again. You could almost imagine him saying your name, in the way that he does with the gentle curve of his lips and the softness of his gaze. If you focused on it hard enough, you could even hear it.
"Y/N?"
He whispered delicately as if afraid to wake you. You could see him bring the back of his finger to your cheek then slowly gliding it across the arc of your chin. After that he brought his face to yours and murmured "Sweet dreams," before pressing his lips against your forehead.
The kiss, you thought, felt too tender— too real to be a dream. So you decided to humor your imagination by reaching out a hand to his retreating form and touching his arm. "Malleus?" you groggily mumbled out.
He turns back to you, evidently surprised to see you awake. You smile inwardly at how well your mind painted his expression. You would’ve reached out and traced every little detail but found yourself affected by your usual morning languor. A bit too much real, this dream. “Y/N…” he takes a seat at the edge of your bed then takes your hand into his. While slowly stroking your open palm with his thumb, he says, “It’s early, you need to get more sleep.”
You chuckle softly at his concern. “Mhmn, you shouldn’t have came over to visit me then,”
He averts his gaze, his pointed ears flushed red from embarrassment. “I was worried,” he says, “Silver informed us that you weren’t feeling well so I rushed over to check to see if you were alright.”
Your eyes widened at his words. Carefully, you pulled your hand away from his then slapped your fingers onto Malleus’ cheeks. “You mean you’re actually here?!” you exclaimed into his face. Dumbfounded, he nods as you poke and prod his body to confirm his corporeality.
“I can’t believe it.” you whispered under your breath, pulling yourself away to stare at him fully. The relief that washes over you makes you choke out a sob. You wanted to throw your arms around him and cry into his chest but a thought passes through your mind that leaves you burning with anger and mortification.
Like rolling billows in a thunderstorm, you raged.
“Wait, what the hell are you doing in my room?!”
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hello hello ! i really really hate this piece. i had the flow planned for it and everything but couldn’t figure out how to flesh it out. honestly wanted to discontinue writing it but my dear friend, mari decided to give me the encouragement i needed to finish this (hecking gave me a cake in minecraft to celebrate my late birthday). may not be the best of my works but i’m glad i powered through it o(〃＾▽＾〃)o hopefully y’all enjoyed it because i have never disliked anything more than this in my life.
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{ ＭＯＮＴＨ ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ☆ summer beach bash x a twst writer collab🍹}
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time. (H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft: Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre)
The smell of brine and the gentle touch of the sun’s beam make you smile. You had wondered at first why the headmaster wanted everyone to go on sudden a school beach trip, thought it to be suspicious for him to even bring you all here in the guise of an "academic training camp" but the moment you arrived at the resort, all your presumptions washed away at the sight of the seashore. You take a seat near the water’s edge, close enough for the waves to graze your toes, and press your legs into your chest. You stare out into the sea, watching the tides ebb and run. Their undulations a rhythmic consonance that pulls your heart into a similar melody.
Whatever the headmaster was planning, you supposed that you could forgive him just for the beautiful sight alone.
【“ koebi-chan~! come and play with me! “】
i’ve been planning on doing this for a while now but since i lacked the courage to even send out the invites, i had to mentally prepare myself for this for a few weeks.
for my collaborators (@beheadedruler , @twisted-eels, @evil-and-twisted , @ghostiebabey ) they’re all really great writers and a super amazing artist that i personally love and i hope you all enjoy this little thing we’re doing !
come join us on our beach adventure ! ☆⋆:∞.o(≧▽≦)o.∞:⋆☆
🇱 🇪 🇹 🇾 🇴 🇺 🇷 🇸 🇪 🇱 🇫 🇩 🇷 🇪 🇦 🇲 ☆ special’s playlist
🍹 sorbet by galdive
🍹 why not me by forrest.
🍹 your soul by forrest.
🍹 looking better by jackson breit
🍹 dance the night away by twice
🍹 riptide cover by mylifeisayolk
🍹 red flavor by red velvet
🍹 i wanna be like you (electro swing sim gretina remix)
🍹 sh-boom by the chords
🍹 over the garden wall by the blasting company
🍹 you and i by ingrid michaelson
🍹 like ships by the blasting company
🇦 🇷 🇨 🇭 🇮 🇻 🇪 ☆ special’s masterlist
🍹 around the bonfire pt. 1
in which the reader and the fellow first years decide to do a...chilling...activity at the beach under the moonlight as it becomes later by the minute.
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🍹 you sound like the sea | malleus draconia x reader
the sea, oddly enough, reminds you of malleus.
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oc artwork by @blairisgrimsbackup4hisbackup
floyd beach date by @twstdreams
beauty in the summer, breezy day, s/o’s and partners going to the beach together by @serenity-wonders
twst beach visit by @twstpasta
*please forgive me if i missed anyone !*
#summer beach bash#month special#twisted wonderland#disney#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#soriwrites#twst#twisted wonderland yandere#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere x reader#floyd leech#octavinelle#malleus draconia#diasomnia#kalim al asim#scarabia#ace trappola#heartslabyul#jamil viper#jade leech
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hello hello! 8o may i request savanaclaw boys with a gender-neutral reader who is a kuudere type? coldly polite and quiet at first glance, takes a long time to open up, studies a lot. is actually observant and considerate, doesnt like to burden others, and has a playful/joking side when you get to know them. secretly sensitive and bad at dealing with their own emotions. secretly likes everyones cute fluffy ears. hates to be seen crying. sorry this is long thank you for your time have a great day
hello hello ! i didn’t really mind the length ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノthis was very interesting to be honest, though it took me a while to figure out what to write about. i hope you enjoy and happy borfday to the beautiful little apple !
📝to note: i’m indisposed ;; just a heads up: i didn’t want to but i might go into a short hiatus until may is over (highly unlikely since my drive has returned and i honestly might push through but the start of this month has been very difficult for me to handle).
jack howl
Are... Are you trying to pick a fight with him?!
He’s suspicious of you. You’re too stiff! Everything about you just screams cold, calculated and controlled. Though he doesn’t like to meddle, he tries to figure out what “you’re up to” while continuing to play his role as your acquaintance.
Somehow, your relationship grows and the two of you become friends. You weren’t the most chatty of people but he liked that you didn’t have a loose tongue. Instead of jumping into conclusions, he noticed that you liked to think through things and assess situations. Very fitting for a schemer such as yourself!
Though believing that you’re plotting something, he appreciates how well-mannered you are. Underneath your stony exterior, he discovered that you were actually a nice respectful person that didn’t like it when people felt left out and apologized sincerely whenever you did something wrong or accidentally offended someone.
He loves to study with you. You’re an exemplary student, so driven and organized. You inspire him to become more like you in terms of academic discipline. Sometimes, for the fun of it, he’d throw you random questions from previously discussed text.
“What is the belladonna flower used for?” he asks you, ears perked up as if patiently expecting an answer. You brought a finger to your lips then looked down in contemplation. “Well, besides for poison, it can be used to make sleeping potions and, surprisingly enough, cure motion sickness.” you replied, looking back at your tall companion who was smiling to himself.
When he first sees your smile, he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was the actual you or a doppelganger wearing your skin. You never smiled, even when you’re happy! When he finally comes into the realization that you were like everyone else (a person capable of things such as smiling) he ends up flashing you his own smile. Much like seeing your smile, your laughter also comes as a shock to him. The sound of it tickles his ears and splotches red across his face.
“You should smile more,” he said, looking away from you as his face continues to grow into an alarming shade of red. “It suits you.”
When he accidentally stumbles across you crying, he ends up a sputtering mess. You reminded him of his younger siblings who didn’t like crying in front of him so he comforts you like one of them, enfolding you into a hug and letting you hide your face on his chest. “There, there. Let it all out.”
Once you got more and more comfortable with him, you began to break down the wall you built around yourself and shared your feelings and opinions with him. He never knew you were so sensitive so he made a promise to himself that he’d never be one of the reasons you cried.
When you finally told him about what you felt towards his ears, he couldn’t help but flush red. It wasn’t everyday that someone would admit to calling his ears “-so fluffy and cute!”. He would be reluctant but would let you touch them.
leona kingscholar
He liked you a lot at first. You were quiet and didn’t constantly pester him about things he’d rather not think about.
He found you oddly funny in your cold blunt ways. He honestly enjoyed spending time with you.
As time progressed, he realized that you were too stiff— as if you were holding yourself back. You always silently complied to doing favours and requests, never spoke out about what you were thinking or if you had an opposing opinion and, when asked, you’d respond curtly. It was no better than communicating with a wall.
He’d bring it up to you eventually, asking if you felt comfortable with him being around you. He wouldn’t settle with your simple dull replies and would press you for an explanation until he somehow manages to make tears slip out from your eyes. Like the rushing waters of a breaking dam, the emotions that bursted out of you came to him in overwhelmingly great amounts. It wasn’t what he was expecting and he slightly regrets pushing you past your comfort zone.
After letting you talk, he apologizes, claiming that he didn’t mean to make you cry.
For some reason, the incident brings you two closer. You started opening up to him and, though he wasn’t used to you telling him things about yourself, he finds comfort in the sound of your voice.
He was pretend-sleeping when he first saw you smile. You were looking for him but he didn’t want to be bothered so he pretended to be sleeping. He saw you come up to him and give him the smallest of smiles before turning away to leave him to nap. He’d never admit it but he likes your smile and wishes to see it every time he passes by you.
When you confessed to thinking his ears looked cute, he scowled at you. “Is this why you like to pet them whenever I’m napping?” he asked, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face.
ruggie bucchi
He feels uneasy whenever he’s around you.
He always gets this strange feeling that you were watching him though you never admitted to doing so.
He tries everything he can to avoid ending up alone with you because he’s afraid of what you might do to him.
He couldn’t get you at first. You were unnervingly considerate to him: asking him what he wanted to eat before ordering when going out to grab a bite / eating at the cafeteria, making sure that he knew what was going on in a conversation, offering to do his homework with him if he was having trouble figuring out problems and finishing assignments.
Gradually, he settles into it, this weird sort of way with you.
When you first made a joke, he barely even recognized it to be with your monotone voice and stoic expression.
“Did you just make a joke?” he had asked you incredulously. You stared at him for a while, your gaze as serious as it always was, before the corner of your lips tug upward slightly. “Who knows.” You had said then turned away, leaving him dumbfounded.
Since then he’s done nothing but try to coax another smile out of you.
It took him a long time but when you finally stifled out a laugh, the mirth of it sent him goosebumps.
“You shouldn’t stifle your laughs, Y/N! Come now, laugh with me!” He doesn’t need to use his unique magic on you. You’d already be chuckling to your heart’s content.
He likes your smile, thinks it makes you look brighter. The rarity of it adds to the charm! Seeing one leaves him with a light feeling in his chest, almost as if he were sleeping on the clouds (fuwa fuwa~).
When he finds you crying alone in a classroom after school, the sight of you with tears streaming down your face makes him stop in his tracks. He hadn’t before considered that you were capable of being sad but now you felt too real to him. He takes every inch of you then locks away the image in his mind as a reminder before coming up to you and asking you about it.
He could tell that his presence made you even more distraught by the way you warily gazed at him behind the tresses covering your face. So he sits down behind you then presses his back against yours. “Oya, oya what’s made you cry now?”
What he does next entirely depends on you. If you decide to tell him, then he’d listen to you quietly. If you don't want to talk then he’ll leave, unless you want him to stay. If so, he’ll stay there and wait.
“Your ears look so fluffy, I wish I could pet them.” you somehow slipped out one day, making him look back at you with wide eyes. Though he hadn’t expected it, it didn’t come as much as a shock to him. It would take a lot of convincing but he’ll let you touch his ears. “This is the only chance you get, got that?”
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twst fandom#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#savanaclaw#soriwrites
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Hey, what do you think would be the ideal type for each dorm leader?
hello hello ! this is a question for me, as in what i personally think? ( ˘•̥ _•̥ ˘ ) if so, these are all just guesses based on what i know about them (i hope that’s okay)! i wasn’t sure if you’d like to read lengthy paragraphs on what i thought so i tried to condense condensed my ideas as much as i could into two parts (physical appearance and character), each with their own bulleted list ❀ܓ(｡◠ ꇴ ◠｡ ) i hope you enjoy!
📝to note: some parts may have more or less information depending on the dorm leader. this is because i don’t think they’d mind much if a specific thing varied compared to the others (e.g. hair length, height,etc.). also i kept some of my ramblings in because i couldn’t bring myself to take them away (some of which were written in my language but translated into english). i promise i tried to shorten these
riddle rosehearts
Physical Appearance
He’d prefer someone shorter than him, though he wouldn’t mind anyone taller so long as it’s not to the point that he’d have to strain his neck just to look at them
There’s a common trait in my country that I tend to hear whenever people gush about the people they like which is “malinis” (means “clean” or “neat” or “tidy” depending on how it’s used in a sentence). I’d like to think that Riddle would want someone like this; someone who doesn’t look sloppy and is refreshing to look at (hair is neatly combed or groomed and isn’t covering their face, skin looks bright and healthy, clothes are always fixed and smoothed, etc.)
Character
He would like someone patient and a bit more laid back compared to him (though not necessarily lazy),
who isn’t afraid of voicing out their opinions (in a nonaggressive manner plz thank),
and is cheery enough to the point that their happiness is contagious.
He wouldn’t like anyone who constantly tries to cling onto him like a koala but he’d also like it if they relied on him from time to time especially if it’s in things he’s good at (babey wants to be there for you too)
asshole ashengrotto
Physical Appearance
He’d probably like someone shorter than him so that he can look at them properly and easily tell what their feeling (especially whenever they’re flustered)
and ngl just so that he can look down on them.
I’d like to think that he’d like someone as stylish as him too, or at least tries to dress decently. No way he’s going to be with someone who doesn’t even try to look respectable even when it’s only on the outside.
Character
I think he’d like someone reserved, not just because they’re able to control and discipline themselves, but because he’d be more interested to find out more about them.
Someone with good composure and who wouldn’t make irrational decisions or jump to conclusions,
confident, especially if because they like to think through and consider things and prepare
independent, so that he wouldn’t have to constantly worry over them (and because he’d rather have someone as equally capable as he is).
He wouldn’t like anyone who is constantly trying to win the favour of others or follows the majority(?)
kalim al-asim (asim kilig)
Physical Appearance
Honestly speaking? I don’t think he’d have a preference in terms of physical appearance. I can’t really see him saying that he’d like someone who “looks like this” or “looks like that”?
I could argue though that he’d like someone “fluffy” (cute, small and soft like a kitten) because it’d be fun to be around them, hug them, tease them and take care of them.
Character
“fluffy”
Definitely someone he can be himself around or is similar to him.
Someone who’s bubbly and sociable like him,
“a big bright ball of energy”
Someone who can handle his carelessness and recklessness and is willing to be responsible enough to contrast it when needed
vil schoenheit
Physical Appearance
He wouldn’t care much if they were shorter or taller than him so long as they’re pleasant enough to look at.
Like Riddle, he’d like someone who takes great care of themselves or is at least conscious of how they present themselves to others.
They wouldn’t have to be anyone as pretty as him (because no one can be as pretty as him) or pretty at all, just someone who keeps their skin clear, hair neat, follows a good skin care routine and has a nice figure (that they care enough to maintain).
Character
We all know that he doesn’t like lazy people so I think he’d like someone who’s hard working and responsible,
preferably someone who isn’t easily unsettled by stressful situations because the last thing he needs in a cowering bunny that can’t stand up for themselves.
He wouldn’t mind anyone headstrong, so long as they can respect the way Vil is without him having to constantly tell them off since I don’t think he’d like anyone irritating him with such things.
leona kingscholar
Physical Appearance
He would like someone who is easily to look at; basically not tall enough to the point that he’d be craning his neck or short enough that he’d have to drop his chin into his chest just to see you.
Preferably someone with short hair, so that when the time comes that he decides to nap with them, their hair isn’t all over his face trying to suffocate him or constrict his body like an anaconda (I don’t know I wrote this at 1AM)
More of a personal opinion thing but I think he’d like someone with a refreshing smile.
Character
Essentially, someone who can mother him (kitty needs mothering) or is reliable.
He’d certainly want someone with a little bite; someone who can make a stand or stand their ground, especially if it’s with him. If all a person did was constantly agree with him, he’d get annoyed and have no fun at all.
idia shroud
Physical Appearance
As long as they’re not too overwhelming to look at, I think they’d be okay.
With that being said, I think he’d prefer someone shorter so their height doesn’t get to him too much.
He couldn’t care less if they were always in big baggy clothing, to be honest that type of fashion sense speaks to him.
If all else fails, he’d have to talk to them everyday through a screen to avoid getting too nervous around them.
Character
I think he’d like anyone who’s optimistic and supportive but not to the point that their light blinds him too much.
Just a person that doesn’t pry too much with his decisions and can stay the way they are without getting influenced too much by him.
He would like someone who has the same sense of humor or at least someone he can relate to in jokes.
malleus draconia
Physical Appearance
(Since he’s too tall for anyone to be taller than him) He’d want someone that he doesn’t have to struggle with talking to in terms of height.
I don’t think he’d like anyone who dresses sloppily, so he would want someone that looks respectable.
Character
Hehe someone INVITINGヽ(*´∀`)ﾉﾟ
He would like someone who’s appealing to him. Similar to Azul, he’d want someone who he’ll want to know more about (though they don’t need to be reserved).
Someone with a strong sense of self and, in turn, can be someone he can be around with without having to pick up after them.
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#leona kingscholar#idia shroud#malleus draconia#soriwrites
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Not really a request but which Hogwarts Houses do you think each of the characters from TWST belong to in your opinion?
hello hello ! i didn't research for this so you'll have to forgive me if they don't seem to fit in the dorms i think they might fit into 😓 it was very hard to decide for most ;;
Heartslabyul: Riddle (Hufflepuff), Trey (Hufflepuff), Cater (Ravenclaw), Deuce (Gryffindor), Ace (Gryffindor)
Savanaclaw: Leona (Slytherin), Jack (Hufflepuff), Ruggie (Slytherin)
Octavinelle: Azul (Slytherin), Jade (Ravenclaw), Floyd (Ravenclaw)
Scarabia: Jamil (Slytherin), Kalim (Hufflepuff)
Pomefiore: Vil (Ravenclaw), Epel (Gryffindor), Rook (Ravenclaw)
Ignihyde: Idia (Ravenclaw), Ortho (Hufflepuff)
Diasomnia: Malleus (Ravenclaw) , Lilia (Slytherin), Silver (Hufflepuff), Sebek (Gryffindor)
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#diasomnia#soriwrites#im sobbing#disney#octavinelle#sebek zigvolt#heartslabyul#scarabia#pomefiore#savanaclaw#ignihyde#twst#twst fandom#disney twst#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#ace trappola#im too lazy to tag djsjjf
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Hello hello~ Can I request a hcs of Jack x fem!reader who loves to shower him with affection ( such as hugs, playing with his hair/tail, etc. ). She's a bright, cheerful girl and a big ball of energy ( basically an energetic deredere! ) I'm sorry if my request is too long and thank you in advance!! ^^
hello hello ! i loved reading about jack for this ^^ thank you for your fun request and i hope you enjoy ! i rushed through this a bit but hopefully it’s understandable enough oof
jack howl x fem! reader who loves to shower him with affection
There’s no way he’d admit it but deep down, he really really likes being showered with affection. He’ll deny this until his very last breath-! or unless you somehow manage to guilt trip him into admitting.
Hugs? Having you too close to him makes him worry that his heartbeat would reveal how much he likes you but, in the end, he’d hug you back and nuzzle his face into your hair while complaining about how clingy you’ve gotten. Hugs from behind sends jolts down his nerves. He doesn’t like being attacked from behind-! Especially when he can’t attack you back with his own hugs.
Kisses? He melts into them every time. Any sort of reluctance washes away as if it never even existed and soon, his own lips are trying to find you.
Pets? He likes it when you scratch behind his ears but he’d always flinch back whenever you try to touch his tail. “Not the tail-!” he’d exclaim with red cheeks.
Whenever you’d ruffle his hair, he’d ruffle yours back, chuckling. “How’d you like it when I do it to you!”
He doesn’t like nicknames. Sure, he’d let you call him some from time to time but he’d honestly prefer it if you called him by his name. Nothing gets to him more than you saying his name lovingly.
Your personality helps a lot in easing him into all this. He likes your smile. It coaxes him into comfortabilty.
His ears always perk up when he hears you close. He knows your tread, knows it like his own pulse— better even.
He waits for you sometimes; his tail wagging expectantly behind him as he frowns to hide his bubbling excitement.
“Jack!” you’d say as you throw your arms around him. He’d pretend to be shocked but would quietly let out a sigh in relief whenever you come over to him.
He thinks it’s embarrassing when you do everything in front of other people and desperately tries to get you to avoid doing it (though you think his reactions are too cute to give up, so you don’t).
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21 - noctambulist
hello hello ! i’m happy to see that you like my writing style and, of course we could be buddies (us newbies gotta stick together) o(TヘTo) くぅit took me a while to figure out the flow of this piece so hopefully you’ll end up liking what i’ve scrounged up for you ! good luck with yours too and stay safe! i’m worried i rushed the ending again hh
📝to note: this is a repost because the initial post somehow got deleted ! the “you” in this story will be taking up the mc role ! also, we’re past 100 followers for this blog ! thank you so much to everyone who’s been supporting me and reading my work, this means a whole lot to me・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜i don’t have anything in mind right now for a special so, if it’s alright with everyone, i’d like to ask for a few suggestions in regards to this |ω；｀) i haven’t much of a clue on what to do to be honest since this is my first time having a writing blog｡
【 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ; malleus draconia : “ do you, too, dream of me ? “ after returning you to your world, malleus can’t help but feel as though he has lost something. 】
★ warnings: angst, post-overblot ★ 🎵 playlist - i handpicked a few songs for you all to listen to while you read ! ★
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“You’re the only one who can do it,” the wind was playing with your hair, obscuring your face from his eyes though he knew that you were smiling at him. You always smiled at him. “I don’t-,” he starts but cuts himself off. His face scrunches up in pain and reluctance, making him look away in fear of seeing you disappointed. He tries again to tell you but every word in his mouth tastes like goodbye. His expression closes and suddenly he realizes he’s shaking.
Gingerly your fingers reach out to him, pausing when they’re merely inches away from his arms as if hesitating; thinking he’d break at their touch, until you’re finally pulling him into your warm embrace and he presses his cheek onto the top of your head. “I know,” you say tenderly. “I know,” Your arms squeeze him, telling him that you did know. The very thought of that makes his breath hitch and soon the tears he’s been trying desperately to hold back run down from his eyes and into your hair.
“I know.”
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Memories came to him in half-formed faded dreams, leaving him bleary eyed and distant in the morning. He tries to keep going; attending his classes, eating lunch with his dorm members, doing and finishing his homework, wandering off into the abandoned parts of the premises; everything he did before, but his eyes muddle the world around him, giving him the impression that he’s not actually there but instead drifting into the undulating waves of a cold endless sea.
How are you?
The only time when he’s feeling alive is when he’s sleeping and dreaming. Most of them were about you or, well, how you were to him when he saw you and talked with you. He realizes now that, despite spending a lot of time with you in school, he didn’t know you as much as he thought he did. He could easily tell anyone what you looked liked if asked and deduced from the way you’d go out of your way just to hang out with him that you thought of him as your friend.
Was he your friend?
The question plagues him for days. Along with it, the subtle pressure to move on. Both are heavy weights on his shoulders and yet, he stubbornly refuses to entertain either, in fear of uncovering some dark twisted truth inside that’ll uncoil and taut the only connection he has of you left in him.
Would you tell him?
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The panic comes to him in slow suffocating chunks, consuming his every breath until it tastes of nothing but ash and brimstone. He bellows as the world splits open, thrusting him into a cold and silent brightness that he can longer fill with the crying of his heart. Frightened by the emptiness and filled with a raging hellfire, he unfurls his shimmering leathery vans and lets the ground from under him crumble with a single beat. Thorns sprout out from the cracks, twisting, turning and slithering its way into the surrounding area, abetting the reverberating voice inside his head that dragooned him into engulfing the world in darkness, flames and thunderstorms.
As chaos ensued, he lets himself look up to the sky as if in search of something, or someone. “If I cannot transcend this emptiness and touch your hand一,” another voice, so broken and soft, whispered to him softly, “-then there is no need for this world to exist.”
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Hyperemotionality was a part of human composition. Nearly all of the fairies, believing themselves to have a higher sense of logicality when compared to their weaker counterparts, viewed this as nothing more than irrational detritus to be disposed of in order to keep the rationality and correctness of the mind but as time went on, converts started emerging from the masses with their strayed beliefs from the old philosophies, declaring that love (the most prominently destructive of all human emotion) was not something to be cast aside in arrogance and fear of the unknown.
He used to scoff at these nonconformists, thinking them foolish for fighting for something that inspired deformation of structure and irregularities— but then, he met you.
You were someone who let his guard down with gentleness and trust and made him experience things he has never experienced before.
He fell in love.
He slams his hand onto the wall, thump! There was no need to think of you now, not with the risk of him unwinding his thorned heart. Wiping out his mind of thoughts of you, he lets himself revert back to the shell of a living being he was left as and continues on with his day.
Can I come see you?
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Gentle hands press against the rough edged surface of his face, reaching out to him in his haze. “Malleus.”
The voice is familiar, though for some reason he wasn’t sure where he’s heard it before. It calls to him again, louder and closer, enveloping him in warmth. He searches for its source frantically, afraid of losing it in the vastness until finally a shape emerges from the darkness. He blinks, his green beady eyes fixed on your relieved face smiling at him with tears running down your cheeks. “Y/N.” Your name comes out of him more like a question than a statement; his voice uncertain. You laugh as you press your forehead against his. “Yes.” you say, bringing his face closer until your noses touch. A moment passes before he exhales, laughing as you do with tears brimming the corner of his eyes.
He falls to his knees before you, shakily taking your hands and holding them to his face. The world blurs and mutes, leaving him with only the sight of you in front of him and the sound of your voice in his ears. He says your name again, this time easing himself into the recognition of the sound of it and knowing that there was nothing in the world beyond you and him in this moment.
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He was grateful for Lilia and the others for always being there to assist him. Their normalcy was an anchor that kept him from straying into the waters of contemplation.
“Urgh, I think I’m coming down with something,” Sebek says from across the lunch table, looking undeniably pale and queasy. Silver flashes him a look of concern while Lilia, who was beside Malleus, perks up at this and smiles at Silver. “Is that so? Well, we can’t have you up and about now can we,” he says, “Why don’t you just call it a day and rest in your room. I’ll make sure to take care of you later and bring you some soup!”
Silver chokes, as if abruptly reminded of something. “You know what,” Sebek smiles nervously, “I was about to do that but now I think I’m starting to feel a little better.”
Sebek’s words, ‘-starting to feel a little better’ ring inside his head. It startles him at first, unsure of what it would do, but soon he lets out a small smile, for once feeling unbothered by the thought of it.
Are you feeling better as well?
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He emerges into a street filled with strange looking multicoloured vehicles in between what seems to be heavily windowed buildings that reflect him in all of his monstrous and scaly glory. He lets himself be awed by the peculiarity of its glaring surface for a moment before looking away and craning his neck around in search of the man you showed him with your memories. People around him point and shriek, some with phone cameras pointed at him, though he pays them no heed. You did warn him that his kind was not something regularly seen prancing about.
When he finally spots him in the crowd, gaping, not at him but at the figure in his hands, Malleus bends down and slowly reverts back in front of him with you sleeping peacefully in his arms. He didn’t know who he was; whether he was a familial relative or a friend or your lover but calmly, he walks up and brings his arms out to him. “They’re tired but okay,” he says, staring at the man before him who was already crying at the sight of you. Without needing to ask, Malleus gently hands you over to him. He thanks Malleus, though it was barely understandable with all the sobbing that he was doing, then brushes the hair out of your face. He watches the two of you for a while, letting the ache and regret sink in before closing his eyes and reluctantly turning away. The portal opens almost immediately, much to his dismay and expectantly swirls in front of him. He wonders, as he steps into it, if it was truly better for him to leave without saying goodbye. There was little chance that he’d see you again but some part of him didn’t want to hear you say it.
Concluding that their was no longer any reason to think about the what-ifs, he grants himself one last time to see you and smiles bitterly. “Take care of them.” he says before the portal shuts.
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Memories were as addictive as emotions. It was hard for him to accept to have loved and missed you, especially when you continued to plague his dreams. Sometimes, he even wished that he could be reborn again and again, just to see you in the days of the past. As time went on, he let the knot in his chest unravel and the weight on his shoulders lighten with the thought of you happy and enjoying life in your own world.
It’ll be okay
He can almost hear you say it.
I wonder, he thought to himself, do you, too, dream of me?
He may never know the answer to that question but, one thing’s for sure, that was going to be alright with him.
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#soriwrites#repost#finished crying over it hhh#twst
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31 - if, by chance, i fell in love
𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 ! i’m not really sure of what to call this but basically it’s about malleus falling in love?? with you?? in his perspective?? hhh?? this is only part one though! i’m not a very good writer so i’m sorry in advance for any confusing sentences you come across while reading (╥﹏╥)
【☆】part one
There was always a strange feeling in Malleus’ chest whenever he spent time with you. An ache that made it harder to breathe.
Sometimes it would leave tears brimming the corners of his eyes at the sight of your laughter to which you’d ask, “Malleus, are you okay?” when noticing his pained expression. He’d always play it off as a kind of discomfort. If pressed, he’d give you a reason far from the truth since the last thing he wanted was to worry you over a silliness that has been plaguing his mind– “the heat of the sun is starting to get to me” or “I couldn’t get enough sleep last night” or “Divus’ voice is making my ears bleed”
At first he thought it was something that was normally felt when befriending someone and that, in time, this feeling would go away. Convincing himself that, he tried to not let it bother him. It seemed to work for a while or at least he managed to make it seem so by reminding himself repeatedly that it would soon. This all changes, however, with a string of words you said to him once during flying lessons.
You hadn’t gotten enough sleep that night because of Grimm’s sleep talking. As a result, it made you unattentive to every single one of your classes the next day. Outside in the sports field, you let out a yawn as Mr. Ashton asks the class, one by one, to showcase their progress by flying up into the air on their brooms. At the start of his class, Trey had offered to excuse you and take you to the nurse’s office to rest but you declined, insisting that you could manage. Malleus was beside you then, looking at you curiously while taking note of the bags under your eyes.
“I feel as though you’d only need a lullaby to make you nod off to sleep,” he said pointedly, making you raise your gaze to meet his eyes. You knew he was only worried for you so you tried to reassure him by saying, “I'll be fine, so long as I can fly up there and finally be finished with the day.”
“I doubt that you could even stay on your broom.” he said.
“Mm, I think I can manage.”
He narrows his eyes at you.
“What?��
He turns away from you, scoffing. “It seems to me that you’d sooner fall asleep mid-air than keep yourself steady until the end. There’s no harm in asking the teacher to excuse you, you know. What will happen if you fall off up there because of your recklessness?” You blink at his concern, unused to the anger that came with it. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he was this prickly with you since it had been entirely your decision to endure your exhaustion, knowing that you believed you could. “If I do fall-,” you said while placing a hand on his arm with a sleepy smile on your face that had taken him aback, “-I trust in you enough to catch me before I hit the ground.”
Your words hit him like a punch in the gut.
You… trusted him? He thought to himself. It was miserably laughable. And yet, there you were in the middle of the field with your broom and your sleepy face, waving to him with a smile so confident that he knew that you believed in your claim. So he watched you as you took to the air and told himself that if you fell, he wouldn’t make an effort to even so much as help you. But then he saw that you had lost your footing and fell off your broom.
Instinct pushed him to reach out a hand to you. His magic enveloped you in an instant, placing you securely onto the ground. After that, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, only to suck in another out of pure shock.
You called out to him that day and, though he couldn’t hear you very well, he raised his gaze to look at you smiling at him again. Before you could even come up to him though, he turns away from your eyes with a finger pressed to his bottom lip then stalks off.
It unsettled him how easily he had saved you that day. It wasn’t just because of the fact that he had told himself not to before but because of how you knew that he would, trusted that he would and that he did. He had tried his best to avoid you after the incident because the very thought of you being near him made his skin boil and eyes flare up, though he couldn’t understand why. You, unsure of what he was going through, decided it was best to give him space. And so a week flew by without the two of you saying a word to one another. In that time, the strange ache in his heart disappeared but was replaced with a feeling he was bitterly familiar with– loneliness.
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