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The Dress™

The human RAD Transfer Student has a moment of weakness. Naturally her First Man has to capitalize...

Tags/warnings: Fluff. (XD) Hurt comfort sort of. Mentions of being homeless (Past tense)

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Nara paused, ignoring Mammon’s lecture about gambling instincts to peer at the window. There it was. The dress.

She’d seen it hundreds of times when she’d scrolled socials, waiting for the various security guards to pass her. The dress every woman online had fallen in love with. And she was no exception. Swirls of silvery constellations over navy blue deep enough to appear black as the night itself. 

It really did capture the magic of night. Even on the worst ones. Even when the humidity was strong and the heat too much for the tent…The night sky above loomed like a blanket over the world. And sometimes Nara could even look at it and forget the despair, searching for constellations, despite knowing none of them. She’d made up more than a few, connecting dots and making stories for them. 

“Oi!” Mammon’s shout in her ear nearly sent her halfway down the street. “Wait a sec! Don’t go wander’n off again!”

“Don’t yell in my ear!” She countered, rubbing at it.

“Why’d ya stop?” He complained. “I was just getti’n to the good part.” 

He turned to look at the window. Nara grimaced. It was bad enough she’d indulged in the mania in her own realm. She didn’t need demons on her case about her flights of fancy.

“Hey, that’s the dress Asmo was talki’n about.” Mammon mused. “He was all gung-ho about getting his hands on that ‘human star dress’. Guess I can see why.”

“It’s pretty.” Beel offered his assessment.

“He’d definitely pull it off.” Nara agreed, ignoring the bitter sting in her throat. It  was fine. Asmo would look good in it. And it wasn’t like she could afford one of her own. Better to leave it. Now. Before she started feeling any more want for it.

“I don’t even want to think about it.” The second born grumbled. “He’ll have a whole party about goi’n out in it.”

“Hmm.” Beel agreed.

Hot tears welled up. Nara turned her head, trying to stop them. She wasn’t a toddler! She wasn’t even a teenager! She had no right to be jealous. And even if she did it was pointless. She didn’t have time or money for frilly things. Nice things got damaged too easily. Poor people like her didn’t have any need for them.

Her insides hurt. Like hunger hollowing out her stomach not that long ago, a bitter cavern gnawed at her chest. The marks along her collar heated.

“Nara?” Mammon’s voice sent a chill of icy panic down her back. 

“S-sorry…” She shook her head. “I think something from the restaurant hit me wrong…”

“Man, talk about a waste,” He sighed, squatting down. “Lord Diavolo treats you and you can’t even enjoy it…”

“What…are you doing?” Nara blinked, hoping it cleared any residual tears.

“Well don’t just stand there,” the second born grumbled. “Climb up.”

“Huh?”

“You’re really maki’n me spell it out?” He grumbled, cheeks flushing. “If ya ain’t feeli’n well, let me carry you back. Don’t want ya passing out.”

“Lucifer would be really mad,” Beel agreed.

“I-I can walk!” She argued. “I’m heavy!”

“You’re not that heavy.” Beel hoisted her up, earning a startled cry. “You weigh less than my usual weights.”

“Oi, Beel!” Mammon shot up. “You’re gonna drop Nara holdi’n her like that!”

“I’m not you.” The ginger retorted, shifting Nara slightly in his grip.

“Please put me down,” She pleaded. Maybe she’d be lucky and he would drop her. Anything to change the terrible feeling in her chest.

“Put her on my back,” Mammon demanded. “She’s my human! We have a pact!”

Beel frowned, but slowly moved her towards his older brother. Nara tried to protest, but saw the passing demons staring. Her own cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Fine. Let them carry her. Whatever it took to get away from here.

Mammon surprised her with his own strength. Then again, demons and humans weren’t as evenly matched as they might appear. He adjusted her against his back, allowing her a moment to glance back. She tried to envision the work of art in a vacuum. A concept or art piece meant only for the eyes and not to wear. Her heart sank again, realizing that it was something others would wear. Just not her. No matter how very badly she wanted it.

Nara turned her face into Mammon’s back and screwed her eyes shut. If she was lucky, she’d never see it again. Never remember what she couldn’t have. Instead, she should turn to what she did. She had shelter. Beel, kindly sharing his room with her despite her eating his food. Food, kindly provided by Lord Diavolo. And Mammon’s kindness. As much of a swindler as he was, he didn’t have to carry her. 

That dress wouldn’t feed her. It wouldn’t shelter her. It wasn’t going to help her free Belphegor. And she wouldn’t trade her bonds to Mammon or Levi for it. So she should just forget it. 

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“Why are we here?” Levi groaned as the four made their way down the line of shops. “You said we were going Manga shopping!”

“I said we were goin’ to get supplies for the sleepover at Diavolo’s.” Mammon frowned.

“So Manga.” 

“And snacks.” Beel added.

“We can stop at those shops before we leave,” Nara offered quickly, trying to stave off a fight at the pass. “Did you guys make lists?”

“Of course!” Levi snorted. “I’m no Noob.”

“I didn’t…” Beel admitted. 

“You can work on writing one as we go,” She suggested. “On your D.D.D.?”

“Okay,” he nodded seriously. “Is there anything you want to bring?”

“I’m thinking of making popped Devilcorn,” She offered. “Since everyone seemed to like it, maybe Lord Diavolo and the Purgatory Hall folks will too.”

“Ooooh!” Levi brightened at that. “I know the exact anime movies to bring to go with them!”

“Fine, fine!” Mammon waved them off. “But first things first!” They came to a halt at Majolish’s entrance.

“New clothes?” Nara tilted her head. 

“You don’t have a dress for the dance yet, right?” Mammon grinned broadly.

“I guess I was going to use one you got me last time,” She shrugged. 

“Wouldn’t work!” He corrected, pushing open the doors and ushering them inside. “It’s a party by Lord Diavolo! You gotta wear somethin’ new!”

“Those clothes are new.” She deadpanned. She was ignored as Mammon flagged down a staff member.

“He means fancy,” Beel clarified. “It’s formal.”

“How formal?” 

“We’ll be in our demon forms.” Levi shrugged. “So, pretty formal.”

“Are…demon forms formal?” 

“Yup.” Levi pulled out his D.D.D. and began tapping away. “We only use them in combat or official events.”

“Ah…”

“Or when we get mad.” Beel admitted sheepishly. 

“Right…” Levi looked away.

“Oi, Nara!” Mammon waved her over. “Hurry up!”

Nara sighed and moved to join him. “Are you sure this is in the budget?”

“Yup!” He beamed. “The great Mammon has you covered!”

Nara spared a glance to the shopkeeper. The female demon flashed a sweet smile.

“Lord Lucifer and Lord Diavolo set up a line of credit for you to use for your event,” She explained.

“They did, did they?” She raised an eyebrow at her demon companion.

“I was the one who reminded `em!” The boyish grin remained stubbornly in place. “An’ anyway, I’m the one who found the perfect thing for you!”

“You picked something out already?” She felt a tinge of disappointment. True, he had the better fashion sense between them in a general sense. But she’d have liked the experience of trying a few fancy dresses on. Maybe work up her confidence at finding a good fit.

“Trust me,” he insisted, herding her towards the changing rooms. “You’re going to love it!”

Nara was ushered in, giggling staff tying a blindfold around her eyes.

“No peeking!~” One insisted.

“Okay?” She didn’t fight the process. Her outer clothes were soon tugged off her body, leaving her to shiver for a moment against the cool air of the dressing room. Then her shoes were pried off, leaving her bare toes on hardwood. They wiggled against the grain of the flooring as her arms were brought up again. 

Something soft and wispy settled over her head. Cool silky material slid down as the dress was settled by expert hands. The back tightened comfortably. Coos of appreciation fill her ears.

“He may be a greedy guy,” One of the workers observed. “But Lord Mammon knows his stuff.”

“Let’s go!” Another giggled.

Nara’s eyes took a minute to adjust. The first thing she saw was Mammon’s face. His cheeks flushed, eyes brighting to a golden hue as he took her in. His hand was firm over his mouth, but if she had to guess, it was probably hanging open a little. Those warm eyes lingered, before he dropped his hand, showing one of the largest grins she’d seen on him yet.

“What?”

“Well, see for yourself.” He gestured to the mirror. 

Nara turned to meet her reflection. Her heart stopped.

Her body was swathed in night. Delicate trails of golden constellations ran over the lines of her body. It shimmered with each little twist, reflecting golden starstuff all around her. She turned back to Mammon, skirt swishing pleasantly against her legs.

His grin had somehow grown wider. His cheeks were painted that rosy color that suited his tan cheeks as much as his smile suited his face. And his eyes were sparkling as much as any star on her dress. Her dress.

“Toldja you’d love it.”

“Woah!” Levi choked as he moved to get a closer look. “You look just like the Princess of Night from The Princess of Night!”

“Pretty.” Beel agreed, his own soft, kind smile conveyed more than his words suggested. 

“H-how did you know?” She found herself choking up.

“You damn near cried about it,” He pointed out. “And your pact sigils don’t light up for nothin ya’know. Figured it was important to ya.”

“So that’s what that was…” Levi nodded sagely. “I felt it…You rarely get that level of jealous…”

Solomon’s warning rang in her mind. ‘When you bond to powerful demons, you’ll both experience the extremes for a while. Be careful not to feed too deeply into Greed with Mammon.’

“Though I suggested a few changes.” Mammon continued. “I like you better with a bit of gold.”

“I hate to praise him,” Levi sighed. “But the scumbag did a good job.”

“You could’ve left the ‘scumbag’ bit out.” 

Nara felt  the tears rushing to her face. It really was hers. Her dress. Like the one she’d wanted but better. Only hers. She was in her own Star dress.

“H-hey!” Mammon’s spine straightened as he sat up. “What’s wrong?!”

“Sorry,” She shook her head. “I just…haven’t felt this pretty….maybe ever. And I…” Hadn’t wanted anything quite as badly as this in so long…

“I know,” His smile returned, soft and understanding. “Can’t have my human ignore the one time she wants to be greedy.” he held out his handkerchief. “I like it when you do. Getting what you want suits you.”

She smiled back at him. “Thank you, Mammon. Thank you.”

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#obey me #mammon #MC #Nara #obey me leviathan #mammoney #mammon x mc #leviathan #beel #beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #oc female #shall we date obey me #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #hurt comfort

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Fuck it. I'mma write as I please.

#I'm going through it #So I'm going to subject this blog to my whims #AKA that one OC that's a little close to home #AHHHHH

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it's cat day today :) but i can't draw animals so i drew human grim instead

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My type

Malleus: Now that I'm serious in courting the prefect, I do wonder how I should deal with the hurdle of a potential rival? For the Fae, it's only a matter of which male could produce the best offsprings, but I suppose it's not the same for humans?

Sebek: Humans are painfully daft, my lord! You have to assert your message directly, or else they would never understand! ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS! ENGAGE IN TRIAL THROUGH COMBAT AND ELIMINATE ANY OBSTACLE!

Silver: I don't think that's how modern society works...

Malleus: I see, Sebek. Then I shall not hold back, if only to spare the enemy of what little pride they have as a living being.

Sebek: NO SOUL SHALL DARE TO DEFEAT YOU, MY KING! YOUR BLOODLINE SHALL REIGN SUPREME FOR ALL ETERNITY!!

*Warning: Do not emulate! Any good children of society should refrain from engaging in such barbaric acts.

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SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOW OMG ITS SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

OH GOD I think I just assented to heaven 😍

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Lilia already has the Diasomnia New addition to the family announcement T-shirts ready and a scrapbook picked out for the whole photoshoot to pull out to show off how cute his family is. 

He and Maleficia get “World’s hottest GILF/GrandGILF” shirts respectively. (They absolutely have a photo of them in sunglasses toasting)

Silver and Sebek get matching “World’s best Uncles” with their names on the back. 

Prefect gets a “Dragon Charmer” shirt, while Malleus gets a “Charmed Dragon” shirt, and they hold a “Baby Gargoyle” Onesie between them.

After school activities

Skit warning: suggestive

Lilia (texting): where are you

Malleus (replying): sorry can't talk busy pounding

Lilia: pounding?!!

Lilia: who are you pounding?!

Lilia: is it the prefect?

Lilia: don't use contraceptives.

#Lilia has this on lock #Now if Malleus will just shoot the shot #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst fanart #twst malleus #twst mc #twst prefect #not my art #malleus draconia

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Grumpy Prefect going to answer the pounding at the front door: It’s 3 am, who in their right mind--

*Opens door*

Crowley: Ah! Prefect! I--

*Shuts door*

#Prefect is not paid enough #Kinda gives me retail worker energy #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland crowley #ramshackle life

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Bad Idea

No beta, my cat eats fish.

Winter knew the moment she met Sirius he was trouble. Yet somehow...she couldn’t bring herself to walk away.

Warnings: 18+, Spoilers for Chapter 8 on 

This was a bad idea. Possibly the worst Winter had ever had in her life. She knew what she should do. 

She should scream. Throw something at his smirking face. She should summon Spica or Alpharetz. Literally anything other than let him get away with whatever he wanted.

“Sirius…” Her tone should’ve been harsh, bitter, angry. Instead she was stepping closer to the man who’d destroyed the tower, throwing all this world into chaos. 

“Summoner,” his tone was the same teasing tone she’d known him to use in most interactions they had. How could he be so casual after throwing her already confused circumstances into further chaos? Was he truly that bored?

“Why?” Finally something that was at least close to sane coming from her mouth.

“I missed you,” His deep voice danced around her real question, sounding not at all sincere. “So I came to see you.”

“Right.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “You really care about what happens to some nobody from Mid Earthheim. Probably about as much as you do about the people around the tower.”

His lips twisted down as he moved closer. She had forgotten how tall he was compared to her. It didn’t stop her from glaring upwards into those shimmering pools of green.

“You seem to have a poor impression of me, Summoner.” He blinked, the color was as red as rubies. “Yet you summoned me before…And even now, you’re not calling for help. Could it be that you actually wanted to see me too, hmm?”

It hurt how easily he’d seen through her. Her throat felt like she’d swallowed glass, That killed any idea of screaming. It didn’t stop the tears from welling up. Bastard. Not that she was much better. How stupid was she?

“Ah!” A tawny finger brush at the corner of her eyes. Winter met his gaze. His blue eyes blazed bright. “You did…”

“Ass.” She hissed, scrubbing angrily at her eyes. “Ever since I got to this damned plane it’s been nothing but trouble! Sorcerers at each other’s throats for the stupidest of reasons, and now you’ve started to pull everything apart at the seams!”

He tilted his head, eyes settling into an amethyst. 

“I wish I could hate you all…” Winter sniffed. 

“Let’s hope no constellation grants that wish.” Sirius chuckled. “I’d hate to have you truly out for me.”

“Ass.” She repeated.

“I am.” He ran a hand to smooth her hair. She hated herself for reveling in the warm soothing strokes against her scalp. “But it’s what has to be done. I just came to make sure you were alright.”

“Right, because dealing with all this mayhem and knowing you’re out there wanted by half of Bound Arlyn.”

“Only half?” He grinned. “My my, I didn’t realize you counted as half the population.”

“Don’t…” She dropped her head against his chest. “Please not now…”

“Ah, Summoner…” Sirius tucked her into a warm embrace. His hands rubbed gently against her upper back. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had feelings for this sorcerer.” His words reverberated against her ear.

“You don’t know better.” Winter grumbled. 

The hands stopped. She could feel his frame freeze against her, breath catching. He took several quick steps back. His eyes were an explosion of colors twisting in on themselves as he stared.

“Winter…” 

“You don’t have to say anything about it.” She waved him off. “I know I feel pretty stupid for how deeply I feel about you. I mean, who loves someone hellbent on turning the world upside down?”

Sirius'ss eyes shimmered.

“And I don’t believe Spica for a minute about you strengthening the Contell having anything to do with me.” She shook her head. “I have no illusions about it. You played me. I haven’t hit the stage where I’m angry enough to try and strangle you yet, but I know damned well you don’t feel–”

Her words died as his lips crashed into hers. Her thoughts followed suit as his hands cradled her back and head. Her fingers threaded into the loose locks of holographic hair. His mouth was hot, searing the taste of black licorice against her tongue. Bittersweet. She wanted to taste it forever. She’d settle for memorizing it. Her body pressed into his, allowing all sense of time to flit away as her heart pounded.

He pulled back, panting. His eyes twisted from bright red to glittering gold in a few rapid blinks. By the stars, he was beautiful.

“I did.” Sirius gasped in a breath. “The Contell wards for you. And I do.”

“Do?” Winter blinked deliriously. Her mind was trying to process the sensations. It wasn’t working well without oxygen. Information was just beyond its reach. “Do what?”

He gave a breathy laugh. “You need me to spell it out? What a greedy Summoner.”

The world was coming back into focus. Somehow it made even less sense than before. The taste of him was still on her lips. His confirmation of Spica’s theory. Why was she burning so much?

“Ah.” He glanced at the door, clicking his tongue. “I hadn’t meant to do that…”

“You just came to see me, be cryptic, and leave?” She’d kissed logic goodbye the minute he’d kissed her.

“That was my plan, yes,” He smiled ruefully, eyes burning a deep ruddy color. “I should know better. You have a bad habit of ignoring my plans.”

“You kissed me.” Winter pointed an accusatory finger at him. “How is that my fault?”

“You kissed me back.” Sirius's eyes bloomed into a bright red. 

“Well congrats,” She huffed, throwing her hands up and turning away. “Now we’re both confused.”

“I’m not.” She glanced over her shoulder to see him casting a spell on the door. It didn’t take but a moment before he was turning back to her. His eyes flickered from palest of blues to purple, to bright red. 

“Sirius?”

“If I have to make one thing clear to you, I know the selfish thing.” He strode towards slowly. “Luckily it might make some things clearer to you as well.”

“What are you…” Winter trailed off as his hand pulled hers to his lips. They brushed tenderly over her knuckles, carmine eyes boring into her.

“Oh…” The word warbled nervously out of her, followed by equally nervous laughter. Oh stars, he meant it. 

“May I?” He murmured the question against her skin. 

“I…” Her throat constricted again. It was Sirius'ss specialty; stirring people up to watch their reactions. She’d just thought he would never take it quite so far. He’d never been able to take it when she’d flipped it around on him. Unless this was him in a rare moment of honesty. If it was, where did that leave her?

“You don’t have to,” His tone was gentle as his fingers released hers. She didn’t move her hand. “As I said, I only came to see you were well.”

“I want to.” Her voice managed a hoarse whisper. “I just…don’t want it if you don’t mean it.” Stars, how stupid was she? A dishonest man would take her up. She was practically admitting that if he reached back out for her she would accept him and his word. It was a liar’s dream. A terrible idea.

“Would you believe me?” His eyes were ghostly pale. He was Bound Arlyn’s most wanted criminal, a powerful sorcerer who shifted shape as easily as she blinked. He’d shot her, manipulated her, teased and misled her. There wasn’t a person in all of Bound Arlyn more likely to lie to her.

“Yes.” 

Sirius reclaimed her hand, pulling her into his chest. She followed willingly. This was her worst idea of her life. Stars damn her, she wanted him though. 

He seemed to read her desperation, leaning in to recapture her lips. She surrendered, eager to drown in him. Her free hand explored his exposed midriff. He stuttered against her mouth as she traced him with her fingers.

“Greedy,” He chastised in a single breath. 

“Needy.” She rebuffed, pushing on to her tiptoes. 

Sirius chuckled, letting her hand go in favor of fumbling with her clothes. Her freed fingers found the sides of his jacket. It was a desperate tangle for a moment as they pulled apart to push the offending clothes off. 

Sirius finished first, grinning wickedly as he slid behind her. He peppered her neck in small kisses, teeth grazing as he moved. It sent delicious shivers along her spine, and pleasant heat below. 

“Too distracting?” He teased, seeing she’d frozen at the sensation. 

“Please don’t stop,” She begged, hurrying to undo her pants. 

“As my Summoner says,” She couldn’t see his eyes, but she felt his lips. His fingers made quick work of her bra. Freed from that, he moved his mouth down her back, trailing kisses. 

“Sirius…” Winter’s breath hitched as she slid out of her pants. “Please…”

“Impatient,” He murmured against her ear. “Do you need me that badly?” His fingers brushed along her thigh. 

“Yes…” She pleaded, reaching for any part of him she could find with her hands. He caught one and used it to twist her around to face him. He was breathtaking, pulling her hand to place a kiss to the palm. His red eyes drank her in. She could feel his smile against her palm.

“Beautiful.”

The compliment brought fresh tears to her eyes. Sirius was quick to kiss them away. His scent enveloped her, anise, rich vanilla, and a hint of salt. 

“I love you…” The words fell past the glass in her throat. This man was going to hurt her before her time Bound Arlyn was over–already had. He was possibly the worst choice in her life. She should stop this. Turn it around. Add ‘but this can’t be.’ 

“My Summoner,” He led her towards the bed, hand squeezing hers reassuringly. 

She could. Probably even should. One look into those eyes settled the choice. She had no guarantees of surviving Contell, The coming disasters, or anything else in Bound Arlyn. Sirius was many things, but looking into those red eyes, all she could see was the man her heart had decided on.

Winter squeezed back. Maybe it was a mistake, but by every constellation in the sky, it was one she wanted to make. She hurried to join him on her bed, straddling one leg.

“You really do complicate my plans…” Sirius sighed dramatically, his eyes a twisting kaleidoscope of colors.

“Good,” She pressed a kiss to his hand. “I’d hate it if the inconvenience wasn’t mutual.”

“You never cease to entertain me.”  He hooked his free leg around hers and flipped her over back first into the pile of pillows. He grinned down at her, eyes bright red. “Allow me to return the favor, Summoner.”

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight oc #arcana twilight mc #implied sex #smutish #lime #spoilers #spoilers for chapter 8 #sirius x summoner #no beta my cat eats fish #yes this was inspired by the song from waitress

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Okay, but Malleus being initially disappointed by Dragon fruit is high key hilarious.

#Hornton plz #whats in a name #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #twst firelit sky #a firelit sky over the sands

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Holiday Card and Bets

Story, the Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle, settles in for a well-earned Holiday Feast with her Dormmates. Together they eat, puzzle over her mystery friend, and partake in the classic pastime of dissecting Someone’s love life. 

Warnings :Minor Spoilers for Chapter 4. Mostly fluff and silliness.

“Mystery Dude?” Story frowned as she ran a finger over the mysterious Holiday Card. The quality was undeniable, if an odd choice. The front image showed a gothic style castle with the classic kind of font she’d seen used for Ren Faires and anything branded with knights and Fairytales. The inside was nearly too short and basic for her to make anything of, beyond how pretty the handwriting was. And those two little initials, staring her down.

“I really wish I knew the people from Diasomnia better,” She glanced at the ghosts. “Did any of them live here when the Dorm was still used before?”

“Nah.” Biggs, the round ghost shook his head. “That was long ago. They were thinking of keeping the Freshman unsorted and giving them a year of basics for ease of professors.”

“They were a real high strung lot,” Calloway, the thin one cackled. “I tell you, all I had to do was float past and the whole dorm was running out the doors and leaping out the windows.”

“Wild.” Story snorted. “Are all magicians such big babies?”

“Most young ones,” Ashton, the final ghost, nodded sagely. “I was worried when those Leech boys came. They’re…odd…”

“Guess that makes me odd too,” She sighed. “But that doesn’t solve who in Diasomnia would give me a Holiday Card…”

“Is it really that important?” Grim looked up from the can of tuna he’d been devouring. “It’s just a card.”

Well for Grim it was. Story looked back to the swirling script. Someone had taken the time to get her a card–not even her friends had done that much. Granted, Ace and Deuce ran to her side as soon as she called, but still…There was something intensely sentimental about being thought of. Especially being so far away from home…

“Why do you assume it’s a student from Diasomnia anyway?” Biggs asked, biting into a turkey leg.

“Lilia’s the Vicewarden,” She hummed, grateful for the distraction. “While he’s pretty friendly with most people, I get the impression that most dorms steer clear of interacting with them too much. Even Cater steered clear, and he’s pretty sociable.”

“Trey too,” Grim agreed. “But then those guys that came to confront Leona looked really scary.”

“Did they?” 

“You don’t know?” Calloway nudged her. “Your brain must’ve really cracked open after the SpellDrive Tournament.”

“I just didn’t find them scary.” Story laughed. “At least, no more than anyone else around here.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of most magicians!” Biggs looked horrified.

“More like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be a bit afraid of someone who has the ability to hurt you.” She leaned back against the couch. “It’s their character that determines how actually afraid of them I am. So far, I’d say the guys I’ve met from that dorm are...a little aloof, but not what I’d call scary. No more than the Leech brothers or Jamil. Probably less.”

“Did either of them have those initials?” Ashton suggested. “Maybe they wanted to thank you for your help! Or maybe one of them likes ya?”

Story scowled at the suggestion. “Nah. Both of them had ‘S’ names. Silver and Seb…something…”

“Drat.” He sighed, swishing his grape juice like wine. 

“Maybe it stands for Magical…Dealer?”

“Azul would just sign his name,” Grim grunted.

“And pick a more ostentatious card.” Story agreed. “I’m not sure who it’s from…”

“Looks like a master of Watercolor.” Ashton observed. “I think it’s handmade.”

“Curiouser and curiouser…” 

“Master of Divination?” Biggs suggested.

“Minister of Druids.” Calloway added a guess.

“Druids don’t have ministers,” Ashton rolled his eyes. “Maybe it stands for My Dear!”

“Stop trying to add in a new party to the bet!” Biggs complained.

“Bet?” Story glanced at Grim.

“We’re betti’n on who you go out with.” The monster offered, digging into the turkey. “Biggs thinks it’s Deuce.”

“Excuse me?” She stared at her dormmates in disbelief.

“Oh-ho!” Calloway crowed brightly. “So Ace then…”

“I’m telling you,” Grim waved a free paw at the ghosts. “Story’s cream of the Crop! Not just anyone can win the heart of a noble Prefect!”

“Who’d he bet on?” Story glanced to Ashton. 

“That Jack Fella.” 

“Right!” The monster nodded. “Now that’s the kinda guy who’d make sure his girlfriend and her dormmates were fed, no matter what. He’s principled like that.”

“Meanwhile Crewel’s thinking it’s a boy called Epel.” Ashton continued. “Presuming it’s a yearmate–otherwise he thinks it’ll be Vil.”

“Wait–the Teachers too?!”

“And the Headmage,” Biggs added. “He thinks you’d go for another Prefect, but he won’t say which one.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Story squinted.

“As long as it’s not any of the ones the other’s bet on.” Calloway cackled. “I think he means the one from Iginhyde.”

“Right, because we’ve clearly met.” She laughed.

“Vargas thinks it’s gonna be Jamil.” Biggs carried on. “And Trien’s set on Trey.”

“I…” Story shook her head. “Doesn’t anyone have anything better to do?”

“Sam thinks you’ve got a thing for Ruggie,” Grim added, ignoring her protests. “I tried to tell him it was a terrible bet, but if he wants to lose, that means more food for me!”

“Oh!” Biggs brightened. “And Lucifer says Leona.” 

“Oh come on!” Story threw her hands up. “The cat’s betting too?!”

“And Ashton’s going on about how none of us are right.” Calloway glared. “Picked a candidate yet?!”

“A boy from Diasomnia.” Ashton grinned. “I’ll change my answer with Crowley when he returns.”

“I…” She shook her head helplessly. “Sure. Why not? You guys figure out my love life while I keep this campus from falling apart at the seams.”

“Will do!” Calloway laughed. “Don’t you worry, Story. You’ve got all the time in the world to decide.”

“This is worse than Thanksgiving with my great Aunt Carol.” She groaned. “No betting on future kids.”

“About that…” Biggs began.

“Oh, come on!”

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