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llolianarchives · 7 months

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The Prefect and The Draconia

A short overview of the Ramshackle prefect and their strange (but kind) horned fellow friend: as seen through the eyes of outsiders.

(A/N: #Malleyuu notes with an OC but feel free to project. We're all delulu here ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ )

His Henchman is crazy.

Or at least, that's what Grim thinks when he's woken up at sunrise to Yue's bizarre ramblings. Something about the time being 1 AM, then fireflies at night, and a tall, horned figure – is what he takes from their babble amidst his own groans and pleas to return to sleep. He'd think them delirious from slumber, mumbling about another dream, if it weren't for the way Yue's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. Grim yields, in the end, for one of the many things he's learned about his reliable servant is that they can be awfully enthusiastic when it comes to this world's curiosities.

“He told me to call him whatever I want,” Yue continues, ruffling Grim's fur dry with a clean rag. Before he could insert magnificent ideas of his own, they beat him to it with a soft smile on their lips.

“I'm thinking of naming him Nyx: the personification of the night. What do you think?”

“What? Because he only shows up at night?” Like some wacky cryptid.

“Yup.”

He hears his henchman forgo the brush, letting it clatter loudly against the table.

“Hm... Nyx, huh...” Grim falls into thought, testing the name on his tongue like premium quality tuna. He doesn't even notice how Yue ties the striped ribbon around his neck. Triumphant, he turns to them with a grin.

“That's not half-bad, Henchman! It's cool and mysterious. Not as cool and mysterious as me, of course, but I'd say it's a close second!”

“Naturally. I wouldn't dare bestow a name mightier than the Great Grim's.”

Despite the stream of praise his henchman delivers (which he pleasantly basks in), Yue eventually derails, returning to speak of the horned man yet again. What Grim's superior brain gathers is this: One, this Nyx guy is super weird. Two, Yue's interest has been piqued like no other before.

He'll demand some omurice as payment for his counsel later on.

. . .

Malleus has made a friend.

The news was dropped onto Lilia's lap rather unceremoniously when one night, the Young Lord—having just returned from another evening excursion, went to sit with him in the Diasomnia lounge. This time, however, the quaintest of smiles adorned his face... It was an unusual sight but certainly not unwelcome. And much like any doting parent, his curiosity led him to ask.

Malleus had replied with a question of his own.

"Lilia, do you know of the Prefect that resides in Ramshackle Dorm?"

"Yue? Why yes, of course. I've spoken to them once or twice. They made quite a show during the Ceremony."

Yue— Lilia soon comes to learn— is completely unaware of Malleus's identity as a prince and a figure of authority, of power. As such, they bear no fear for him, even going so far as to bestow him a pet name, of all things.

(“Nyx? As in the night spirit? How fitting.")

Thus began the pattern of Lilia covering for Malleus's nighttime absence, not daring to ask nor scold when the prince would return in strange and stranger states.

When he would return to the dormitory partially caked with dirt and mud (a consequence of helping the prefect with their little garden of life.) Or when he would return with a box of homemade cake, a pretty stone from their walks, a drawing of him supposedly made by the prefect's beast, and with inquiries of the complexities of human nature.

Sometimes, Lilia can't help but feel a bit guilty, constantly boring witness to Silver and Sebek's searches into the night.

Yet that sliver of guilt fades, in the end, when Malleus smiles more often than before, when he approaches Lilia in the winter with the request of delivering a Holiday Card.

As he watches the magicless human rush into their abode, card in hand, ghosts and Grim awaiting their entrance...

he has never felt prouder and more grateful for fate.

. . .

From a distance, Vil watches.

He watches as the feared Briar Prince lets a small, feeble human talk his ear off, calm and unresisting, a hand on his chin as he ponders along Yue's barrage of words. He gives the prefect full reign of the conversation. He lets himself be taken away by their stories and details. He lets them speak, which they do.

Just after the horrors, highs, lows, and thrills of the VDC, the two chat as if nothing even happened. The onslaught of it all feels like a fever dream to Vil. First, the mental toll of overblotting, then their loss to RSA's nursery rhyme performance, and now the shocking reveal of Yue (innocent, bold, mundane little Yue) and Malleus Draconia's relationship.

He isn't even sure what to make of it. They're clearly friends, yet Vil can't bring himself to chalk it up to just that. His years and years of showbiz cinema has taught him the ins and outs of body language. He watches. He sees:

There's the smiles on both their faces; cheeks raised taut, dimples carved with genuine laughter. There's that glimmer in Yue's eyes and the odd tenderness of Malleus's own, both gazes locked onto one another with an undisturbed focus. There's the fact that Yue had given him an invitation to the VDC, or that Malleus had fixed the stage partially to show off to the magicless human, or that their hands are currently mere centimeters away from each other.

In the end, Vil averts his gaze, weariness crashing into him all at once and he feels a pair of hands grasp onto his shoulders, keeping him standing. Rook smiles, gentle, knowing, annoying. Vil resigns to his whims and lets his Huntsman guide him back to the Pomefiore Dorm, the chatter of Yue and Malleus and everyone else fading away.

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llolianarchives · 7 months

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I'm feeling sentimental so here goes...

I wonder how many nights Yuu's spent standing in the barrenness and breeze of Ramshackle's front porch, hands loosely wrapped around their torso in an attempt of warmth or comfort. It is dark, and cold, and quiet, and still. The world seems all asleep— all but them for their mind wanders back to their world. It is cold and it is heavy and it is so, so alone. Until a glimmer of green catches their gaze and a horned young man stands with them. He speaks, listens, and stays. At odd times of night, plagued by homesickness or dreams, Yuu no longer feels so alone.

#am i projecting?#yes #but is it wholesome #also yes #twisted wonderland #twst #yuu twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleyuu #yue-lorren #paper-balls #just a quick thought before i go back to acads

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llolianarchives · 8 months

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Bσσƙ 3 - Cԋαρƚҽɾ • 25 | A Cleaning Hint: Missing Scene

After a loud and laughable attempt at blackmail, the Prefect and Leona discuss.

It's nearing midnight at Savanaclaw Dorm; the rowdy students gone off to sleep in their dens, the open fields barren of bustling sport.

Yue lowers the spoon and pot within their hold, settling them onto the floorboards with a delicate clacker. It takes a few seconds of tiptoeing around scattered kitchenware to reach the snoring Grim, positioned starfish on a carpet. Visibly, he lay exhausted from the marathon of haphazard drums and clangs, songs from Earth Yue sang that he barely knew but sang along to anyway. And a chuckle breaks out of them. This— ladies and gentlemen, is their beast.

“Barely two hours in and he's already out cold.”

As Yue transfers him onto the cot, they wonder what oddities he could be dreaming of now. Last time it was tuna and beforehand, it was ostriches. It fascinates them, every now and then, how easily Grim can fall asleep.

In spite of this, slumber has yet to claim a certain two. And is further yet to be given freely to a certain lion beastman.

“So, senior, what'll it be?”

Yue casts a glance over their shoulder, to Leona huddled in blankets, turned away from where they stand.

“I told you already: 𝙉𝙤.” His voice— gravelly as is, is made even deeper by the lack of sleep. “And now that the furball's knocked out, I'm gonna get some shut-eye.”

He tosses the blanket over his head, aggressively, before falling into silence...

Yue only turns to face him. With a gentle voice that pierces through the evening lull, they speak.

“You know, you could've easily gotten rid of us."

He feels their gaze drilling into his skull.

“Could've shoved us into Jack's room, or straight out of Savanaclaw, even."

The final words of it are left unspoken yet Leona can hear it as clear as day. '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵. After all that ruckus Grim and I caused, you didn't, and that means 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.'

Not a word of reply is given to confirm nor deny. They aren't gullible enough to believe him truly fast asleep. Yue smiles — a soft and amused thing. Quiet steps lead them to the side of the beastman's bed and the mattress weighs down. He sees their silhouette through the sheets.

“I need you to hear me out, Leona. My friends and I will keep the Leech twins busy tomorrow until sundown. While they 𝘢𝘳𝘦 an immature bunch, they thrive best in creating chaos, I tell you." The prefect stops to laugh as if proud of their merry band's idiocy before continuing. "What you'll need to do is this: Create a commotion in Mostro lounge. With Floyd and Jade absent, Azul will be forced to tend to the problem himself. Have Ruggie bump into him and put his pick-pocketing skills to use. Grab the key, and by the time Azul returns, you ought to have already taken the contracts. Leona, listen close,"

Their voice greatens in severity and out of all the things he could imagine Yue to say, none of it comes even remotely close to what is dropped.

“𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢."

And by 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴, he can't help the shit-eating grin that crawls its way to his face.

"If this works, Grim and I will be out of your hair by sundown. You might as well take this as an opportunity to get back at Azul."

A finger tugs down the blanket over his head. His gaze is instantly met with a sly, smirking Yue. The doe-eyed kid with a baby face and not an ounce of magic, giving him a look that shouts pure mischief. "I doubt you'd be calling him an 'Octo-punk' without having some sort of vendetta against him, no?"

And he 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴.

He laughs at the sheer absurdity of all that is present and all that is the prefect, hearty and rumbling.

“You sure are one hell of a herbivore..."

They perk up.

"Is that a yes, senior?"

"It's a '𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦'. You got me there with your shrewd thinking," he sneers and Yue glows at the praise. Eager to extinguish the light, Leona hurriedly follows up. "But I'll take your word on my part of the deal, you hear me?"

"Of course! I wouldn't 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 of sleeping in the same room as you ever again."

"Well, the feeling's mutual, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵."

They chuckle, foolishly lenient and kind. Leona thinks to himself, as the prefect heads over to their cot, how someone so gold-hearted could be so cunning and bold; how a lost, stowaway magicless could be so extraordinary.

. . .

His eyes droop to a close. The last thing he hears is their voice, whispering with the lull of evening.

"Goodnight, senior. Thank you for this."

#what i imagine to have rlly happened #leona seems like the type to lie or make things shallow #pretends hes an ass when sometimes hes rlly nice #yue-lorren #twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #yuu twisted wonderland #yuusona #octavinelle #btw book 3 fav arc 😤💪#btw(2) i used senior instead of senpai cuz the names alone dont feel right #okay thats enough talking #just-a-drop

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llolianarchives · 9 months

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Pɾσʅσɠυҽ - Cԋαρƚҽɾ • 1 | Stranger Waking

The opening ceremony, briefly seen through the eyes of a Yuu— my Yue— Eunice.

Warmth.

Warmth is the first thing that they feel. Fine velvet against their skin, plush like some mattress of royalty. A drowsy groan makes it out of their throat as they turn, seeking something to hold on to... but it is cramped. They stir their shoulders in an attempt to shrug off space. Nothing. It's getting hard to breathe. Eunice's eyes fly open as memories of it all flood back: the fight, the music, the tracks, the horse, the black carriage. They were hit. 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥, they were hit. Where were they?

Darkness is all that they see. Hands searching on every surface there is, Eunice grumbles at the tightness of the confinement. (A shrill voice seeps in somewhere from outside the walls, incoherent and inspirit.)

With a resolved nod, they gather their courage and shove with all of their weight. A bang. It flies outward. So do they— 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, against cold porcelain.

“What?! You ain't supposed to be up!”

A blur of grey pops into their peripheral, hollering a string of colorful expletives. Eunice winces through the dull throbbing of their body. Shoulders planked on the cold flooring, they shove themselves upward and their gaze is instantly met... with a cat.

The thing is standing on its hind legs and a pair of blue flames dance within its ears. They almost mistake it for taxidermy until it 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, striking and uncanny like some fever dream apparition. The shrill voice came from 𝘪𝘵.

“The cat talks...” A bewildered huff escapes them, near-bordering hysterical laughter. “Shit. Was I drugged?”

The cat gives them a look as if they've grown two heads. They might as well have. They're speaking to a damn cat.

The silence that follows the grand introduction is deafening. Eunice can only blink, once, then twice, still trying to grasp the bizarre situation. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘬?

It crosses its furry arms, giving them a once-over. “Drugged? Are you loony? What are ya on about? And I am no cat! I am Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!”

. . .

It visibly sours when no praise is found to stroke its feline ego.

“Hmph. Whatever. Just gimme your clothes, and be quick about it! Otherwise..."

A Chesire grin curls its way to the thing's face when it raises its claws with a firework crackle. Eunice's eyes dart about their surroundings, past the dimness of night and that aurora-green glow. Above them are chandeliers, around are large windows, mauve curtains, and one empty hallway. It's all so whimsical yet unsettling like some carnival haunted mansion. Blue flames begin to spark upon the polished, cold surface, singeing the long and golden edges of their— not even their — robes. Quickly. Perhaps there could be something...

Their open coffin.

"I'll roast—HEY!!”

They dash forward, tackling the cat into the hollow casket and slamming its doors shut with an echoed bang. As they stumble back—nearly tripping over their robes, Eunice turns their heels and makes a run for the exit hall, ignorant of the thrashing of the beast in the casket...

#just-a-drop #the iconic start of it all eh?#if we ignore the Grim monster at the tutorial...#yue-lorren #twst #twisted wonderland #yuusona #grim twisted wonderland #yuu twisted wonderland #oc sprinkle yayyyy~

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