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We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD

OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...

Accidentally courting them

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu

Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.

TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3

Leona

It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.

"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.

"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.

"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.

"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.

"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."

Ruggie

You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.

"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.

"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.

"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.

Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.

Jack

You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.

"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.

"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,

"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"

...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.

Malleus

You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.

You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.

"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.

"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"

"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.

Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.

Lilia

Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.

You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.

"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"

"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.

"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.

"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.

"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,

"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"

Bonus:

Rook

You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.

"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.

"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)

Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??

~~~

This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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How You Turn My World; Chapter 1

Your day started with chaos, and my dear, it looks like it will continue to be chaos. But only time will tell. The Underground holds many surprises in store for you.

Characters; Grim, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola

Content; Gender-neutral reader, cat shenanigans, building the plot

Content Warnings; Swearing, illusion to marijuana but there is none

Word Count; 4.6 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Don't put my work into AI; I'll make sure you go to the Underground and don't return. Mwah mwah, kisses~

Ah, the joys of cat parenthood. Days spent cuddling your little bundle of furry joy. That’s what your friends preached. That having a feline roommate was easy and rewarding. That you would benefit by having a cute and fuzzy companion that didn’t demand much of anything. That you would love your little kitty friend like a child. Well, either your friends were liars with questionable senses of humour, or you drew the short stick when it came to choosing a furry companion. And there’s always the possibility of it being both, what with having Ace as a friend and all, but you just hoped it was just your shit luck and not that you had shit friends.

Seriously, though, what higher power did you manage to piss off to deserve the royal hobgoblin of a cat you have? He has shit and pissed in your plants on several occasions. Demolished every single curtain he laid eyes on like he had a personal vendetta against them. Stole your breakfast off your plate right as you were about to take a bite. Puked on your last pair of good white shoes, which still had stains on them because they wouldn’t come out. The cherry on top of it all though was that he insists on yowling and crying in the middle of the damn night for no good reason. Rudely awaking you from the dead of sleep because he demanded attention. With how loud he was, you were surprised that you hadn’t gotten a noise complaint from any of your neighbours… yet. But then again, you could hear the upstairs neighbours’ children screaming bloody murder every so often — what were their names, the Clovers? They were probably so used to it that they threw you a bone, or they didn’t want extra grey hairs from filing a complaint to the landlord. So maybe Grim wasn’t all that bad, but he was still a gremlin child.

“MROWWWWWW!!!!!” Ah, so tonight was no different then. Grim had decided that you needed to be woken up before even the birds started to sing, needed to be yanked out of the land of dreams. That whatever had caught the attention of his singular brain cell was more important than you recharging so you don’t accidentally say the wrong thing to your boss. Since last time you had slipped up and called him dad, even though no one in their right mind would leave him alone with a rutabaga unattended, and he went on a two-hour long monologue about how much of a kind and generous person he was for you to see him as a father figure. And your salary wasn’t high enough, nor would it ever be, to deal with his eccentric and maddening behaviour.

Maybe, just maybe, if you ignored him and stared at the ceiling long enough he would stop his caterwauling and go to sleep. “MROWWWW!!!!!” Apparently not.

Just one night, ONE NIGHT, of peace and quiet. PLEASE. But you knew that if you didn’t get up soon, he would get up on the bed and put his fluffy butt in your face… like he did last night and the night before that. Sighing, you begrudgingly got out of your cocoon of warm, fluffy, blankets, and hoped you would soon be back in them after dealing with Grim. Hopefully, he was just complaining about his food bowl not being as full as he would like it.

What was the time anyways? Three-thirty in the morning? Ugh, Grim! What did Ace say about it, ah, yes, “Primetime witching hour. Demons and all sorts of creepies” yada yada yada. But you didn’t pay any mind to him, as his annoying smug look would taunt you in your mind even though he was probably sound asleep, blissfully asleep. Something that you wanted to be doing, but woefully you were not.

Stepping out into the main living space, you shot the grey fuzzball the stink eye. “What the hell do you want? You absolute gremlin!” You hissed through gritted teeth, very much annoyed with your brat of a fur child and wanting nothing more than to crawl back to bed, hell, even the loveseat would suffice.

The offending feline just trilled at you in response, and his tail vibrated, happy that you had come out to see him. How is he so cute but so annoying? He rubbed against your legs before trotting off to one of his hidey holes, which also served as his nest of your stolen socks. He has a weird obsession with socks. But he popped back out, holding something in his mouth. Something small and fuzzy that didn’t look like any of his toys.

“Prowwww,” he dropped it at your feet as if saying that catching whatever it was, was the equivalent to paying his share of rent. Which, it was very much not.

You closed your eyes and pinched your brow. Please be one of his toys. PLEASE be one of his toys. You chanted to yourself in your mind and then opened your eyes. Unfortunately, it was not one of his toys. The small, fuzzy thing in question seemed to be a mouse or some other kind of rodent. It was too late (too early?) for this, and quite frankly you didn’t have the brain power to confirm whatever the hell it was. All you knew was that it looked like a mouse, therefore it was a mouse.

“Is this what you’ve been screaming about this whole time? A mouse,” you sighed. Shaking your head, you went to the bathroom, grabbing some paper towel so you could at least put it outside for something else to eat, or go back to nature in some other way. It was better than just being left to decompose in the communal garbage bin. When you came back out though, it was nowhere to be seen. Now, either Grim decided to eat it like a good kitty cat, or, with your luck, it was still alive and was now running amuck in your apartment.

Grim’s chattering was coming from the kitchen now, and he was up on top of the fridge. It was running amuck in your apartment, how lovely.

“Why, why, are you like this?! Get down from there!” You really didn’t have the energy for this.

Grim just blinked at you before his eyes dilated. He leapt down from his perch on the fridge and was pawing at a corner by the window. Looking down and you couldn’t make out anything on the floor. But you had the oh-so-brilliant idea to look up toward the ceiling. The ‘mouse’ was very much alive, and wasn’t a mouse at all, since it was flying around and banging itself against the corner.

“YOU CAUGHT A FUCKING BAT?!”

He had indeed caught a fucking bat. And bats were normally fine, when they were outside. Not when they’re flying around your apartment at three o’clock in the morning and your cat is losing his goddamn mind trying to catch it. So no, this was very much not fine.

The bat was about as pleased as you were with this whole situation and kept on flinging itself against the glass of the window, desperately trying to get back outside. How the hell did it get inside in the first place? That could be pondered on upon at a later time, as the first priority was getting it back outside.

“Don’t fly towards my head, bat. I’m just trying to get you back outside. You’re a nice bat, right? Nice bat, nice bat,” you whispered in a non-threatening tone. Could the flying mammal understand what you were saying? Mostly likely not. Hopefully it understood that you, unlike your cat, were trying to help and did not want some fresh bat as your late night snack tonight.

After what felt like forever fuddling with the window to open with a broom in hand, just in case the bat decided to dive bomb your head, you finally got the cursed thing open.

Grabbing Grim, who was still trying to catch the bat for a second time tonight, you got back to your bedroom and locked the door shut. You hoped that the bat would take the hint that it now had a path to freedom, but only time, and a bit of sleep, would tell. Slumping against the door frame, you sighed and looked over at Grim. He was playing with the door stop, the boing, boingg, boinggg sounds filling in the quiet. Whether it was to amuse himself, or to annoy you was a fifty-fifty bet.

Just as you were about to crawl back under the covers a string of anxiety connected in your head. Shit, did Grim get bit? DAMMIT GRIM! After leaving a somewhat desperate and tired call to your vet’s voicemail, alongside an apology for the late call (early call?), you peeked outside to see if the bat was still flying around. According to Google, the bat should be tested for rabies. You did not trust your no brain cell having fluff ball to know better than to get bit by a possibly rabid bat. But it was gone, so yet again, you were out of luck.

You had enough with today, even though it had just really begun. Pulling up the covers, you sighed in the dark warmth of your blanket cocoon. Grim was busying himself by trying to pounce on your feet, but you ignored him, falling back to sleep and hoping that the rest of your day wouldn’t bring any more shenanigans, migraines, or small flying mammals.

…

By some miracle, you managed to get Grim to the vet the very same day. Your boss agreed to let you work from home because he is ever so kind and generous… It did help that one of the other higher-ups nearly nagged off his ear upon hearing about the condition of your cat. Even through the phone you could hear it, and could only imagine the spectacle it must have been. Oh well, you had the day off and that is what mattered… but you would be lying if you said that you didn’t cough out a laugh just imagining the scene on the other side of the phone.

You were relieved, Grim on the other hand was not having it. To be fair, you did trick him into his crate with some tuna. He made his disdain known to all though by crying the entire way there. You almost felt bad for him, almost being the key word.

“You have no one to blame for this but yourself, ya know.” You huffed at him, feeling your shit sleep all too well. “Crying about it won’t help you any.”

Grim let out a pathetic little mew. His little, bright, blue eyes being the only visible part of him, which peered out miserably from the crate. Caving to the kitty manipulation, you poked your finger in as a peace offering. Grim booped his nose to your finger and then proceeded to nibble on it; such a vicious beast.

The vet visit went as well as you could hope it could, as Grim only tried to maim the vet a few times. Hey, it was an improvement from last time, as he had actually peed on them. So yes, trying to maim was vastly better than seeing your figurative child pee on the doctor. You’re pretty sure your vet didn’t go through years of schooling and thousands of dollars into debt just to get peed on by your unruly cat. But Grim was won over by the offering of that cat gogurt, his nose and stomach betraying him. Note to self, stock up on some of that stuff.

The rest of the visit went on without a hitch; he had some blood drawn, got his booster shot for rabies, and even managed to squeeze in a bonus nail trim. There was no evidence of any bite or puncture marks, so Grim by some miracle, did indeed have enough brain cells not to get bit.

“Grim will have to be watched for about forty-five days,” the vet hummed, checking Grim’s chart. “Since you don’t have any other animals it shouldn’t be too difficult to keep him in quarantine. If you see any symptoms be sure to bring him back, just in case.” They gave you a tired smile, and then turned that smile towards their cantankerous patient. “And thank you for deciding not to pee on me this time, Grim. I’m not so bad, see?”

Grim swatted at them, which was his answer to the vet’s question. In Grim’s book, the vet was that bad.

Ignoring his attitude, as you would whenever you came across a screaming toddler and exhausted parent while doing your grocery run, you turned back to your vet. “Thank you, and sorry for Grim. If it makes you feel any better, he’s just as much as a gremlin child at home as well.” At least today went better than last time.

The vet chuckled goodheartedly, “Don’t worry about it, I have more unruly patients than little Grim here.”

Damn, they have seen some shit, haven’t they? … Maybe I should, I don’t know, bring them a gift basket next time I’m in? Or maybe a gift card for a spa day or something??? You should really get them something for the amount of dry cleaning they probably needed to do.

With the visit over, and Grim having a clear bill of health, you shoved him back into his carrier with zero decorum, closing the door as fast as possible before he could escape and try to hide behind the counter like he did last time. I know your tricks, cat. Speaking of bills, the one that was waiting for you at the front desk was enough for you to point an icy glare at your unruly ward.

“You’re lucky that I love you, asshole.” And much like the vet you too got a swat as your thank you. Wonder if this is what the Clovers feel about their children? At least their kids didn’t wake them up in the middle of the night with a bat they caught… You shook your head, moving past those thoughts, and hauled your wailing cat back home.

…

...

By the time you got back to your place, it was just a little past noon. The rest of your day was wide open, and you didn’t really have anything else to do, since taking Grim to the vet was the most urgent of your tasks. Your place could benefit from some tidying, since your boss had recently been demanding more as of late and has been even less useful than he usually was… which was saying something. Seriously, how does he have his position? It was baffling. You swore you could hear his monologue playing on loop in your head whenever you thought of the man, which you tried to keep to a minimum for your own sanity… whatever little of it still remained that is.

Shaking your head to rid the annoying voice, you put on your favourite playlist and got to work. You took your time, putting away the dishes, vacuumed the main room, and even got rid of the dust on the high shelves. But your place was small, so it didn’t take very long for you to tidy up, and deep cleaning could wait for another day when you had enough energy to mentally and physically deal with that undertaking.

You knew that your email probably had a few messages, but it could wait. You weren’t on the clock and therefore didn’t have to check it. Only do the stuff you’re required to do when you get paid, it makes your downtime way more enjoyable.

But, you were bored. The cleaning helped with it, but with the majority of it done and the more intense stuff waiting for another day, you had nothing else to do. And while doom scrolling through social media may fill in the time, it too, was boring, predictable.

… There were two people though who were the exact opposite of boring and predictable. And yes, they did give you your fair share of migraines and questioning your life decisions more than you usually do, they were your best friends. And you were in need of having a movie night with them.

Opening up the group chat, you typed in a message.

| The Responsible One | You guys down for a movie night at my place tonight?

And almost immediately, Ace replied.

| Ginger, derogatory | depends | ya got fiid?

Deuce responded shortly after.

|The Responsible One | How does 6 sound?

| Mama’s Boi | 6 works for me

| The Responsible One | I took a screenshot of that btw love you Ace | Thanks Deuce for actually giving me an answer. | What FIID do you guys want?

| Ginger, derogatory | FUCK YOU | … but yeah 6 works 4 me | any is cool with me

| The Responsible One | Yes yes, fuck you too Ace | Bring your own snacks it is then | See you guys at 6!

That gave you about ninety minutes to hide your good snacks, since the last time, Ace had made himself too comfortable and ate all your fancy treats that you paid way too much for. But like they say, you deserve to ‘treat yoself’ … Ace still owed you for those snacks though. They were fucking expensive, prick.

…

Ninety minutes didn’t take very long, but you managed to hide some of the mess that you hadn’t tackled in your bedroom; it could stand to wait. And the first of your dork friends arrived right on time, count on Deuce trying to be punctual… even if he was panting like he had run a marathon to make it.

“You know,” you sighed, “you didn’t have to sprint here.” You grabbed a glass, filled it with some ice water, and handed it over to your flushed and heaving friend. Please don’t pass out on me. “It’s not a race.”

Deuce took the glass and downed it, still catching his breath. He lifted up the tote bag he was carrying, “Mom made brownies.” A series of coughs escaped him, but he gave you a bashful smile and showed off the multiple Tupperware containers filled to the brim with still warm chocolatey divineness. “Didn’t want them to get cold! Oh! She also made extra for you too!”

He is such a sweetheart… but he’s also pretty dense at times, still a sweetie though. You could have just warmed them back up in the microwave — yes, they weren’t the same as fresh from the oven, but still — you didn’t have the heart to tell Deuce that though. He looked so proud that he made it on time and that the brownies were still warm. What did you do to deserve Deuce as a friend?

“Also,” he fished around the tote bag, “I brought extra popcorn, since we ate all of yours last time.” And he pulled out an unopened bag of popcorn, the bashful smile turning bright.

Deuce took a step forward, but stopped and backpedalled, taking off his shoes. After he set them neatly by the door, he made his way to the kitchen, and set all of his assorted belongings on the meagre counter space. Once he unloaded the tasty cargo, he made his way over to your loveseat, which had seen better days, and sat down, getting comfortable.

He was looking at you, and there was a little crease in between his eyebrows. Deuce only wore that look when he was worried. “Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit… off.”

You gave him a tired smile, “Meh. Tired, stressed, not enough money. You know, the usual.” You noticed that his frown was only deepening, so you took a seat next to him and patted his shoulder. “Seriously, Deuce, I’m okay. Plus you got enough on your own plate without worrying about me. I’m going to be fine.”

Deuce pursed his lips, but let out a long sigh, accepting your answer without much fuss. You were capable of dealing with whatever it was, he knew that. You were one of the most capable, and stubborn, people that he knew. You would be fine in the end. “Whose turn is it to pick the movie this time?” He asked, stretching out, trying not to bump into you.

“Hmm, your turn actually,” you hummed. “But–”

Bzz! Bzzz! BZZZ! Someone was buzzing your door, repeatedly pushing at the button. Only one person you know did that. BZZZZZZZZ! And he wouldn’t let up until you answered the door.

Groaning, you got out of your spot and peaked through the peephole. On the other side was none other than Ace, who’s leg was bouncing and he kept on pushing your damn buzzer.

You only opened the door when he decided to lean on it, making him almost fall… almost. Maybe next time would be the day where you would see him eat dirt. “Happy you could join us on this lovely evening,” you drawl, doing a little bow.

Ace rolled his eyes at you, “Seriously? Feeling petty tonight I see.” He too took off his shoes, since the last time he wore them in and tracked in mud from outside, you made him clean it up. He learned his lesson that day, and really didn’t feel like cleaning your floor again.

You smiled at him, “Yeah, yeah I am~” You dropped the smile and went back to your comfy spot beside Deuce. “Also,” you turned around right as Ace was about to plunder your fridge. You glared at him, and he backed off, giving you a sheepish look. “Don’t even think about stealing my food, there’s popcorn and you have food at your home. Unless you want to start paying for my groceries, stick to what’s on the counter.”

Closing the fridge, Ace busied himself by making himself some popcorn, and sneaking a brownie or two in his mouth as he waited for the microwave to finish making his treat. While he was busy in the kitchen, you and Deuce were slowly going through the seemingly endless catalogue of movies.

“What are we even watching tonight? There’s no special occasion,” Ace mused, sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth. “Action? Horror? Sci-fi? Perhaps,” he paused and made a kissy face, “romance?~”

You stared at him, until he dropped the kissy face. “Never do that again,” you deadpanned, turning back to the screen. “Found something?”

Deuce was hovering over a title, Labyrinth. “Can we watch this? Mom said it was one of her favourites when she was a kid.”

Ace plopped into the armchair, and started chowing down on his fresh popcorn. “Dude, your mom probs just had the hots for, uhhh, Jared? Or whatever his name is.”

You threw a pillow at him, but missed unfortunately, and Ace flipped you off. “First off, Ace, his name is Jareth not Jared. And yeah, we can watch it,” you said, stretching back and getting into prime comfortable blob position. Oh yeah, you weren’t getting back up.

Once Deuce got up and brought some snacks back in, you started the movie. And damn, these brownies are divine. You really needed to ask Ms. Spade for her recipe. The popcorn was decent, overall meh, but the brownies! THE BROWNIES!!!

You all settled down after being rationed your snacks, and you pressed play. Ace and Deuce both nearly choked on popcorn when Jareth appeared.

“WHY ARE HIS PANTS SO TIGHT?!” They both choked in unison.

You just rolled your eyes and ignored them, trying to focus on the movie. Other than you nearly having to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on the both of them, the movie continued without incident, until a certain gremlin decided to start crying right as Magic Dance began playing. Seriously Grim, must you choose the most inopportune time to act like Toby does in the movie? But that’s life with a cat.

You paused the movie and looked at Deuce. You were in prime comfortable blob mode, you weren’t getting up. Deuce patted you on the shoulder and went to go see what on Earth Grim was screaming about. Ace just continued to scarf back brownies, thank goodness you hid some away before he got here, or else you wouldn’t have any come tomorrow.

But Deuce came running back out of your room, since that was where Grim was. And you were about to question why he looked like he’d just seen a ghost when something blurred right past him; something small, fuzzy, and flying.

The damn bat is back?! Yeah, you definitely felt like you were cursed.

Now, you could either get up and deal with the bat, since Deuce was just trying to shoo it outside the window with a mop and Ace was screaming much like Grim was, or you could stay warm and comfy and hide under the blanket, pretending that this wasn’t your waking reality…

Option B was really tempting right now, to be honest. Sighing, you got up, massaged your temples to collect yourself, before arming yourself with a broom yet again. Grim has his rabies vaccine, you don’t, so you weren’t taking any chances.

“WHY IS THERE A BAT IN YOUR APARTMENT?!” Ace hissed, ducking as the bat swooped near him.

You opened the window right open, almost threatening to take it off its bearings, “Because the universe hates me, that’s why!” Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it contain a seed of truth? Yes. So that’s what you went with. Was it really an exaggeration though? In the past twenty-four hours it really felt like the universe was sending you a personal ‘Fuck You ♡ ' letter with a kiss mark on the envelope.

You and Deuce tried to work together as a team to coax the bat outside. Come on, the window is wide open. Come on bat, get your fuzzy ass out of my place.

All that was happening though, was some scene that belonged in a Three Stooges act. With Ace and Grim screeching — yes they counted as one collective unit — Deuce trying his best, but not getting anywhere, and you feeling like you were about to explode from the stress and noise. Even on an impromptu day off, you didn’t get a break, not really.

Getting whisked away by the Goblin King is looking real appealing right now. The bat swooped down close to you, and your instincts kicked in and you swung at it, making it crash land into your coffee table, right into the popcorn. And alongside the popcorn getting spilled everywhere, there was also a poof of green sparkles.

When the green sparkles subsided, there was a strange person with long black hair and red streaks, wearing something that looked straight out of a Ren Faire, and he was standing on your table. The strange man looked straight at you, and you looked back, blinking fast. Did Ms. Spade give us a different kind of brownie? Or is this actually happening?

He snapped his fingers, and you watched as he slowly disappeared into another poof of green sparkles. You were backing up, since hey there was a stranger in your place out of nowhere, but thanks to your shit luck, you tripped over your own feet, tumbling into them. And as the green poof subsided, both you, and the stranger, were nowhere to be seen. Leaving a very confused Ace, Deuce, and Grim to wonder what the hell happened to you.

And honestly? You were thinking the same. Where the FUCK am I?!

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Tags; @busycloudy, @eynnwwyjth, @identity-theft-101, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @ryker-writes, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

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Author's Note; And I'm finally showing this to the world, after months of collecting dust in my Google Docs. I have no idea how long this fic will go on for, and the length may be dictated by how much feedback and interaction this gets, so yeah. General rating for this is Teen but might change in the future; I won't tag people if that happens though, cuz, yeah.

If you enjoyed this story, and want to read more of my stuff while I slowly work on more installments to this fic, check out my masterlist! Please ignore any spelling mistakes, I write and die with no beta.

#twst #twst x gn reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twst grim #lilia vanrouge #deuce spade #ace trappola #there will be more x reader stuff in future chapters #soooo #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x gn reader #loosely inspired off of labyrinth and some other fae media; but very loosely #majority of this should be original with some tie ins from the movie #i wrote like 9 K in may for this idea and haven't touched it since; it took me like a week to rewrite this 4.6 K and i deleted some stuff #don't be precious; delete your art (from drawfee)#the length of this may be dictated from how much traction and interaction it gets #gilf enjoyers rejoice #twst labyrinth au #<- kinda but not really; we shall see #to clarrify; there is nothing in the brownies; the brownies are just run of the mill brownies #will be making a masterlist for this series; just so i don't break diasomnia's sooner than the others #there's also going to be a break in fic updates in october; but more on that later #btw everything grim did; my cats have done; the 'bat' was a mouse though and not lilia vanrouge from twisted wonderland #also labyrinth gave me nightmares as a child cuz i was terrified of puppets; and i had the same reaction as adeuce at his pants #first time posting a multi-chapter fic; let's see how this goes

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Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Keeper of the Underworld: I. Shroud

Introduction, or Pick another route!

Idia x GN Reader (they/them)

Warnings: P&P-level angst and miscommunication, some cringe dialogue, parties, possibly ooc Idia, I wrote this before playing Book 6 so I apologize if there’s any inconsistencies

Notes: The level of overthinking I put into these fics is unreal 💀 First and foremost, thank you all for your patience!! Idia was hard to write, but I hope you enjoy, shrimpies~

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Well this is certainly something, you thought. Of all the things you’d witnessed at NRC, (even overblots), you didn’t think you’d ever see Idia Shroud at one of Kalim’s parties.

You sipped on your drink when a shock of bright blue flames came in the corner of your eye, contrasting the orange-red of Scarabia. Kalim lead Idia into the dorm, bright and sunny, compared to the look on Idia’s face. Poor guy couldn’t even escape, because Cater and Rook ambled in behind him, chatting happily.

It was like the beginning of a joke: A sultan, a card soldier, a huntsman, and a blue flame-headed gamer walk into a room.

Kalim spotted you and grinned, grabbing Idia’s hoodie sleeve and dragging him over too. “Hey (name)! I’m glad you could make it!”

You smiled at the Scarabia Housewarden, “Thanks Kalim! I-“ At that moment, Jamil reached him to drag him away, mumbling exasperatedly to Kalim about being careful. Kalim laughed Jamil off, “sorry (name)! I’ll see you later, okay?” “Alright then…” you trailed off and turned to Idia, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“So…” you rocked on your heels. To be honest, you didn’t know how to approach him sometimes. Sure, you’d gamed with him a few times (with heavy insistence from Ortho) and you weren’t on his ‘avoid at all costs’ ranking list, but Idia did have his odd moments. Some days, you two would get along like a house on fire. Other times, it was like Idia hated you - avoiding you even in tablet-mode, and ghosting your chats.

You’d like to think that your more friendly moments were the ones that Idia counted, but sometimes it was hard to get a read on the guy.

“I didn’t know that you’d be at Kalim’s party today. I thought Ortho said there was an event in… um…?” You finished, cringing at your vagueness. You might not have known much about the game he played, even though he’d made you play it when you came over to Ignihyde, but you knew he probably didn’t want to be here of all places.

Idia’s hair flared a bit, and he looked resigned and moody. He pulled out his tablet. Ya, the event dropped today but I got mobbed by kalim + the extroverts. “That sucks,” you said, “I got dragged here by Ace. Still, it’s nice to see you.” In the oil lamp lighting, you could’ve sworn Idia’s hair turned a bit pink.

You were both silent, and you opened your mouth to speak when Lilia yelled out from the front, “let’s get this party started!” Kalim started drumming wildly, and then electric guitar swelled. Lilia began screaming heavy-metal-style into the mic. Around you, everyone started dancing, and even you found yourself moving to the rhythm.

You glanced at Idia every now and again, but he looked vaguely annoyed and tired despite the liveliness. He looks so over it, you thought. Probably since Kalim maybe dragged him here. You looked around, biting your lip when you noticed your friends having a grand old time on the dance floor, and kind of wanted to go too. Still, it wasn’t every day you saw Idia, and you wanted to do something with him. Especially since he was… well, here.

“So, Idia…” Idia’s eyes snapped to yours, dull. You rocked back on your feet, “do you dance?” Idia rolled his eyes, and you felt your heart sink, for some reason. Obvi not, id probs distract everyone anyway. And also id just rather not if I can help it. Your smile wavered, “c’mon Idia, anyone can dance, even if it’s not good!” Idia typed rapidly into the tablet, i mean ur not wrong. Like literally anyone can dance but ppl only do it bc its wat normies do.

You opened your mouth, then squared your shoulders, words failing you. Idia shoved a hand into his pockets and opened an app on the tablet, scrolling. You swayed for a bit, feeling awkward while Idia kept his eyes glued to the screen, a frown creasing his brows. Finally you shrugged your shoulders, trying to shake that sinking-feeling off.

You stepped into the crowd of dancing people, swaying to the music and trying not to look over at the blue flames swaying in the corner. Unknowing to you, Idia glanced up from his tablet every few minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of you, before trudging back to the cold chrome of Ignihyde, back to his dorm.

———

Ugh, could this get any worse?

Idia flopped onto his bed, shoving his headphones on and opening the mobile game on his phone. Not only did he get a late start on the game event, but he flubbed a chance to talk to you. Even if you did want to dance like all the other non-introverts at Scarabia. Thank Sevens Ortho didn’t know he missed his chance, otherwise the little robot would’ve torn Idia apart.

Idia shut his eyes and went over the details. Doing this IRL was trash-tier. Why couldn’t this just be a good-old-fashioned otome game, or romance anime? First you meet the love interest, then you find things they’re into, then you talk to them more. Then finally you confess, and cue the outro. He’d watched countless shojo and romance anime’s, and that was the basic outline. Eventually, the ethereal, gorgeous, smart, kind protagonist (aka you) would fall in love with their love interest (aka him) and it would all work out. Boom. Happily ever after.

Ah, yes. He could see it now.

Cherry blossom petals rained around both of you. Where are they coming from, this campus doesn’t grow cherry blossoms? Whatever, don’t question it. Anyway, the petals fluttered past your beautiful, sparkling eyes as you stared up at Idia with adoration and love. Idia stared down at you with full-rizz, kabedoning you against the wall.

“Oh, Idia-senpai!” You’d cry, eyes turning into hearts as sparkles and pink flower petals surround you both. “You’re so cool and not cringe at all! I could never want one of those normies! You’re the only one for me! Please date me!” And then Ortho would set off the heart-shaped fireworks and you two would finally kiss-kiss-fall-in-love, just like the popular anime Our High School Has A Host Club And The Leader Falls In Love With Me?!

“Whee hee hee…” Idia stared off into the distance, giggling ominously to himself and hair turning pink at the ends. His character on the screen went into idle mode, and he didn’t even hear when Ortho floated into the room. “Big brother?” Ortho gently tapped him on the shoulder, yanking him from his shojo daydream. Idia jumped, hair flaring. “AAAIIIIEEEE-“ Ortho jumped back, eyes wide but not detecting any signs of injury on Idia.

Idia breathed heavily, wide-eyed. “Ortho! Wh-when did-? I wasn’t-!” Ortho analyzed his heart beat, noting that Idia had traces of blush on his cheeks and his erratic behavior pointed to- “Were you thinking about (name) (last name)?” Ortho asked innocently, his theory proven when Idia flushed and went pinker. The younger boy suddenly got an idea.

“You know, (Name)’s heart rate goes up when they interact with you,” Ortho watched his brother’s eyes widen, “even when you’re not there, when you’re mentioned, their heart rate increases by 45% and they are more likely to be in a positive mood. 82% of the time, they regard you in a positive way.” His eyes lit up happily with realization, “If my calculations are correct, they have feelings for you!”

Idia sat there, thinking. What were the odds you would like him back? Sure, you made him happy, and more importantly made Ortho happy. And it was actually nice talking to you. And he never felt exhausted after interacting with you. And maybe you did enjoy the artificial light of Ignihyde to the spring sun above, and maybe you would like being with dreary, nerdy him.

Ortho could see his brother lost in thought, noting that Idia’s heart rate spiked when he mentioned you. “I also overheard them telling Grim about finding a partner,” he said casually, omitting that you’d been wanting a partner in Alchemy, and not necessarily a romantic partner.

That seemed to fire Idia up. Ortho could see the metaphorical cogs in Idia’s brain turning, an entire blueprint of a plan being made in his mind. At last, a wide cunning grin spread on his face, and he opened his arms, “well, who else but a genius could be partners with the MC?” He said arrogantly, “it’s not like just anybody can woo the protagonist!”

Ortho beamed, cheering, “all you need to do now is confess!” Idia immediately began sweating, freezing up. “H-huh?!”

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You frowned at your textbook, rubbing your temples as you read through the alchemy procedure. Ugh, this couldn’t get any more confusing.

As you turned to begin writing, the door burst open. You flinched and immediately locked eyes with a frazzled Idia. His golden eyes were wide, and he was panting - he even looked sweaty. Somehow his blue fire hair seemed just as frazzled as him, looking pale-blue in shock. Could flames somehow look poofy?

“Prefect!” He squeaked. “Idia?” You questioned, what’s he doing here? It was odd that he’d be out of his room at six in the afternoon, not to mention he looked afraid of you. It wasn’t like you were a stranger, even though as of late, he treated you like one.

He stared at you from the door for an uncomfortable amount of time, then sped-walked to stand in front of you. You looked up at him from your seat, tapping your fingers. You awkwardly asked “do you wanna sit down?” He shook his head quickly, the ends of his hair were turning pink. You frowned, “…dude, are you okay?”

Idia flinched. He pivoted on his heel, “no, no, can’t do it, not today-“ he scuttled out of the room and slammed the door, screeching to himself and pulling his hood over his head. You stared at the door, vaguely hearing Idia freaking out to… was that Ortho? You heard the little robot boy’s voice through the door, probably calming Idia down, along with an odd spraying sound.

It went quiet and you assumed they’d left. Whatever, weirder things have happened at NRC. As you went back to writing, the door slammed open again. You jumped, heart beating wildly. Idia stormed over to you, hair blazing a trail behind him. He slammed his hands down on the desk, and your eyes watered with the scent of overpowering cologne bodyspray.

“Prefect! I need to tell you something!” Idia’s eyes steeled in determination, and he looked you dead in the eye. He was breathing heavily, and his flamed hair blazed and curled more than usual, turning deep pinkish-red near the ends. The last time you saw his hair similar to that, was when he was rage-playing during one of your gaming sessions. How pissed is he? You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Idia,” you began, freaked out, “I think you should sit down-“ Idia blazed on, “this is honestly a horrible decision for you and definitely for me. I don’t even want to think about what Mother and Father would say, not to mention how this’d affect Styx.” He was tunnel visioning now. “Plus you don’t even have magic and this might not even work out anyway ‘cause I don’t see us working out TBH…” Slowly his hair began fizzling out, voice getting quieter and quieter as he mumbled to himself.

This was a terrible idea, Idia realized. After everything that had happened with Styx, not to mention everything you had to deal with personally, it wouldn’t be good to get involved with him. You could be in danger, especially as a non-magic user. No, it would be selfish of him to ask you to be with him. Why would you, anyway? There were other guys at NRC, not to mention the entire Sage’s Island, who would be a better fit for not. Especially ones who didn’t kidnap your friends and Grim. Especially someone like Idia.

No, he concluded. He shouldn’t have come.

You frowned deeply. “Idia, what…?” Your alchemy work definitely wasn’t done yet and Idia was making zero sense. He sighed, as if tired all of a sudden. “Nope, no… this isn’t going to work.” He stood abruptly and sped-walked out the door, brushing past Ortho. You overheard the boy try to get his brother to come back, but Idia didn’t stop. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. So that’s what this is about? Idia didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? All because you weren’t… what? A tech whiz? Good at gaming? Magical? Your heart dropped. Because you were just too different from him? So you weren’t good enough to be even friends with him?

Your eyes stung at the thought. Fine. If Idia wanted to be that way, then fine. You shoved your books into you bag and headed back to Ramshackle. You doubted you’d be able to focus, anyway.

———

Poor Ortho was confused.

After running simulation after simulation, scouring the Internet for any clues, and piecing together what Idia said after running out of the classroom, he just couldn’t understand what happened. That was a first, considering it was Ortho.

Idia had ran out of the room in a hurry, mumbling incoherently. “Brother! What’s happening?” Ortho flew to him, scanning his vitals. Idia seemed to be ok, but his brother seemed… strangely melancholic. “Ortho, it won’t work out,” he said dejectedly, not wanting to talk about it.

Ortho called after him, trailing behind “What did (name) (last name) say? There was a high probability they’d accept your-” Idia sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. “It won’t work. I should’ve never left the dorm…” As Idia trudged back to Ignihyde, Ortho was left with more questions.

He hovered for a moment, before heading back to the alchemy room for you, only to not find you there. Ortho thought hard, thinking back to what Idia said. ‘It won’t work out,’ was what he said - not a flat-out rejection from you. So that meant…

He began floating back to Ignihyde, determined. I can still save this!

———

You were taking overthinking to a new level.

You bit your lip, staring at the game’s chatbox in front of you. Idia was online, and probably didn’t realize you were too. You leaned against the Heartslabyul common room couch (curse Ramshackle’s lack of internet!), and hit send.

Hey is everything ok??

You watched Idia’s game icon immediately switch to “online less than 1 minute ago,” and groaned.

Cater exited the kitchens, leaning over the couch back. “Hey~ what’s got my fave frosh so worked up?” He chirped, looking at your phone. “Ohh, isn’t that the popular game that’s been trending? Wait, didn’t you say Idia got you into it?” Cater immediately had his phone in hand, “that’s supes adorable, playing with friends is so fun-“

You cut him off, throwing your hands up, “that’s it! Idia just doesn’t want to talk to me! He- he just-!” You grabbed a throw pillow and smashed your face into it, groaning. Cater patted your shoulder sympathetically, “well, we’re playing at another one of Kalim’s parties tonight, you want in?” You sniffed dramatically, thinking. “Well, I guess. Sure, why not?”

Later that evening, you stepped into the Scarabia mirror. You and Cater made your way to the food table. As you both munched on Jamil’s cooking (damn, the guy made a good curry), you watched everyone dancing. “Y’know, it was weird seeing Idia at a party,” you commented, while Cater nodded. “Yeah! We decided to bring him along that day, it was fun seeing him.”

You sighed, “yeah, it was, but… it’s not really often that we can hang out in person. I kinda wanted to dance with him last time, but he sort of… blew me off? I guess maybe it wasn’t the best idea.” You winced, while Cater’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t tell me that. So, he did that and also told you he didn’t want to be friends?” You nodded, frustration flooding back, “Yeah! And I just don’t understand how he can be so conceited about him being so high and smart, and not like me because I don’t-“

“Prefect,” Cater cleared his throat. You looked up mid-rant, meeting Ortho’s eyes, and jumped. He just snuck up on you both like it was nothing. Did he hear you? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. In your mind, Idia started it.

“Hello (name) (last name)!” Ortho said pleasantly, so you assumed he hadn’t heard you. Great. “I didn’t know you’d be here! What a coincidence!” That was a lie, Ortho overheard you and Cater talking about the party when you were walking to Scarabia. He absolutely knew. And he dragged Idia here because of it.

“Yep,” you smiled at Ortho, “it’s nice to see you.” Ortho mentally readied himself and remembered every bit of acting advice Vil gave him. “I almost forgot!” His eyes widened, while your eyes narrowed. Ortho was a robot. He didn’t forget shit. “Big brother is here, and he wanted to ask you to dance!” What? Your neck snapped around, looking for Idia’s bright blue hair. Cater elbowed you, bringing you back to reality.

“I-well, I- had not-“ you stammered, fumbling for an excuse. Ortho’s eyes shone at you like puppy eyes, and your anger at Idia cracked. “…yeah, sure,” you watched Ortho rise a bit in the air happily, “Yippee! I’ll go get him!” He zipped off, and you rubbed your temples. Cater twisted a strand of his hair, eyes wide. “Yikes…” “tell me about it,” you groaned.

A few minutes later, you both looked up when Kalim tapped the mic. You didn’t miss Ortho hovering a ways behind Kalim. “Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!” When the cheering died down, Kalim continued, “We’re gonna try something different! Everyone, find a partner and join the dance floor!”

Cater glanced at you, mischievous. “Welp, I can’t leave them hanging~ TTYL, Prefect!” And he left faster than you could say ‘Magicam.’ Sweet.

You hesitantly stepped to the dance floor, half expecting Ortho to float up to you and sheepishly tell you Idia left. Your mind drifted back to that day in the alchemy room. I guess it wouldn’t work, anyway.

To your surprise, a finger tapped your shoulder. You turned, seeing Idia with a with a flushed expression, wearing a casual-but-chic blazer. His hair looked a bit tamer than normal, and cascaded down his back in a low ponytail, bangs flickering over his forehead. Undoubtedly, this was the work of Ortho, who definitely got pointers from Vil.

You both stared at each other, unmoving, until slow music began playing. You averted your eyes. Idia gulped, eyes widening until waving caught his eye. Ortho was flying upwards a little ways away from the slowly-crowding dance floor, gesturing wildly at you. As if that wasn’t enough, he projected words above his head: DANCE WITH THEM!

Idia was lucky that everyone else was more interested in dancing with their partner than Ortho. His eyes snapped back to you, “s-so I guess you wanna-“ he swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to the dance floor. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance and looked ahead. Idia looked back at Ortho, who was pointing wildly at the words. He thought to himself, this is fine. It’s just the mandatory side quest. It’s not fighting the boss. It’s…

It’s charming the love interest. It’s solidifying your route!

Idia steeled himself and forced your hand into his. Your eyes shot to his in surprise, and he walked stiffly to the dance floor. Your hand clasped his, and you both swayed gently to the soft rock from the stage. Your brows furrowed, but Idia locked his gaze onto you, focusing only on you.

Yes, he thought. This is just the player’s pov on the screen, and he was only focusing on the love interest. The other waltzers didn’t exist. The party didn’t exist. It was just you and him.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words. While Idia seemed taciturn, you glanced up at the stage. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia were in their own little bubble jamming out, so that wasn’t a lifeline. After a little while of swaying with Idia, you hummed, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Since that day.” Idia’s hands felt clammy, and in the dimmed lights you saw a small pink dusting Idia’s cheeks. You saw him swallow heavily, but he didn’t say a word.

The tension grew between you two, and despite feeling hurt, you felt a little bad. Still, you wanted some answers out of Idia, after the incident in the alchemy room. “Y’know, you never used to be this… odd around me.” Was it the crowd that made him quiet, or… You felt a lump in your throat. Was it you?

Idia’s eyebrows shot up, thinking fast on what to say. Why can't conversations irl have ready-made dialogue?! “I… we c-can talk about wh-whatever you want? I guess?” He tried, kicking himself internally for leaving his tablet with Ortho. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped with him, that’ll do for now. “Scarabia parties are a little much, but they’re more pleasant than the Pomefiore mock balls,” you tried “wouldn’t you say?” After an uncomfortable pause, expecting a reply, you mumbled to yourself, “I guess we can stop talking now.”

“...is it like a rule for normies to chat while dancing? Isn’t the act of moving enough?” Idia mumbled in exasperation, hand tightening a little on your own. You bit your lip, your eyes burning. “No, I prefer to not talk to my friends at all and tell them we can’t be friends. It’s so much fun, right?” Idia’s eyes widened, and he scrambled for words, “I- I didn’t mean…” You stopped swaying abruptly, both of your clasped hands in the air. “Why are you here, Idia?”

A chill went through Idia. “T-To be honest, I didn’t even want to come to this stupid IRL dance,” he rushed out, “TBH Ortho had to make me come ‘cause he told me you’d be here-“ “You didn’t want…?” You cut Idia off, heart dropping. The other dancing couples swirled around you, but all the commotion around you felt like nothing more than idle chatter. Hurt flashed in your eyes, and Idia seemed shocked, which made you angry.

“I guess you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who’s magicless, especially since you have STYX right?”

Idia’s eyes were wider than the Heartslabyul tea saucers. For once, he didn’t have a smart-ass reply. “Um, what? Obvi, I’m kind of stuck with STYX-” You let go of his hand and took a step back, almost bumping into a waltzing couple. “Yeah, wouldn’t want me to mess things up. Make any bad decisions and all that, right?” You felt your eyes water, despite yourself.

Furiously balling a fist and wiping your eyes, “Since you said we wouldnt work out n’stuff.” Idia suddenly remembered everything he’d muttered to himself, from the moment he’d stormed into the room to when he’d left dejectedly. When he’d made his choice and left before you could even get your word in.

Like a coward.

Idia’s heart pounded but shakingly, he reached a hand out to you. “P-prefect, I-I-!” You dodged the crowd, and ran out of Scarabia. You didn’t look back until you crashed through Ramshackle’s door, raced up the stairs, and fell onto your bed, Grim yelping in surprise as you tried your darndest to forget everything that just happened.

Back in Scarabia, Idia somehow stumbled off the dance floor, staggering to a table and breathing heavily. Mentally he replayed everything that just happened. Ortho floated over to him, “Brother? I don’t understand, why would (name) (last name) not accept your feelings?” Ortho went over the footage when he was observing you both dancing, and frowned.

“My senses indicate that based on their body language, they were upset with you. What happened?” Idia swallowed heavily, “I-I said it wouldn’t work out between us c-cuz they don’t have magic,” he stammered, eyes wide, “a-and STYX and-...” Ortho’s eyes widened, then narrowed, “That shouldn’t be a problem! You know that!”

“I meant for them, Ortho.” Idia sighed heavily, sinking into the chair. “I don’t want them to get hurt. Not when…” his mind wandered to Ortho, before NRC. He fell into deep thought. “In the end, I couldn’t even tell them...” He frowned deeply.

Ortho fell quiet, computing. Idia stared at the table, dejected, until Ortho spoke. “You know (Name) (lastname) doesn’t back down easily from a challenge.” That’s true. From playing games with Idia to taking down overblots, you weren’t someone who ran away when it mattered. Maybe that’s why Idia liked you - you were like the protagonists in animes, who found a way to make the world their own.

“You shouldn’t make (name) (last name)’s decision for them.” Idia looked up at his brother. Ortho continued, head angling to the side, Idia shook his head dejectedly, “it won’t work-”

“Your lil’ bro is right, y’know,” Cater walked over, shaking his hair out with his guitar slung over his shoulder. “Sry, I overheard you two,” Cater could piece together what happened. He did see you blow up at Idia (although he couldn’t hear you), and after spamming your phone with no reply after you ran out, now he had an idea of what was going on. “Y’know, if you didn’t tell them how you felt, then how could you know you were making the right choice?”

Idia looked down. Ortho piped up, “Cater Diamond is right.” Idia shut his eyes, then stood up, hands tightening into fists. Cater jumped back as Idia’s hair flared up bright blue, and the Ignihyde housewarden headed straight to the exit. Ortho called out, “thank you, Cater Diamond!” and floated after Idia, “Brother! Wait!”

“Lets go, Ortho,” Idia’s golden eyes steeled in determination, “I can fix this.”

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A knock on the door jolted you from your reading of Prejudice and Pride.

It was early morning. Somehow, even though it was the weekend and you’d stayed up all night, you still woke up at an ungodly early hour. After being unable to fall asleep (totally not because of Grim’s snoring and sleep-munching) you decided to go to your living room and read. You were sure that you didn’t have a guest coming, so why would…?

You got up and opened the door, expecting Ace or Deuce or something. The annoyed look on your face turned to shock when you saw Idia standing on your porch. In one hand, he held a bouquet of pomegranate-red roses and some flowers you recognized to be asphodel.

You both stared at each other, unwilling to move. “Idia,” you breathed, “why are you here?” Idia shuffled awkwardly, “I wanted to see you.” You crossed your arms, looking around. “Where’s Ortho?” You were sure the little robot boy made his brother come. Otherwise, why would Idia be here? Idia rubbed the back of his neck, “Ortho isn’t here. I… I wanted to see you,” he repeated.

Wordlessly, he thrust the flowers into your arms, and you wrapped your arm around it instinctively. “I- um,” you looked everywhere but Idia, who was staring at the Ramshackle doorway. “Idia,” you cleared your throat, “about what happened-” “Prefect, I… I wanted to apologize.” Your eyes widened, but Idia continued.

“I… I didn’t mean what I said that day.” Idia looked bashful, face turning pink and the ends of his hair turning a deep blush. He kept talking, rambling on and fighting he urge to grab his tablet and let the device speak for him. “I… really like being friends with you.” The words came out quietly from him, and even though he looked like he wanted to sink into his hoodie, Idia didn’t shirk away.

A lump rose in your throat as you didn’t make eye contact with him, instead playing with the flower bouquet, “I like being friends with you too,” you bit your lip, rubbing an asphodel petal, “I like you, Idia.”

Idia’s eyes widened and went rigid. Both his face and his hair went deep pink. Your own eyes widened at the color, and you felt your face grow hot. So that’s what it meant…? Not anger…?Wordlessly, without thinking, you dropped the bouquet. Your body moved on its own, and you flung yourself at Idia, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut.

Idia staggered back from the momentum with a squeak, but wrapped his arms around your torso with an iron grip. You gripped his hoodie tightly, finally understanding what had gone on for so long. Your cheek was pressed against his, and despite the early morning chill, you both felt warm.

High above, Ortho hovered in the distance over the tree canopies from afar. He zoomed in on you and Idia, and behind his face mask, he beamed. In midair, he did a heart-shaped loop-de-loop in happiness, and hovered back to Ignihyde.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in Idia’s arms, the both of you chuckling in happy disbelief. You looked up and saw a little blue streak leaving a smoke trail of a heart, and laughed to yourself. Idia turned around, seeing his brother above, a soft reminiscent look on his face.

“…guess Ortho was right.”

~END

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Fun fact: the beginning is inspired by idia’s school uniform vignette!!!

Me, while writing this: wow Idia and Cater’s dialogue are unique, they’d be hard to write

Also me: *puts both of them in this fic and suffers*

Writing Idia was SO HARD but I hope I managed to get him right-ish. Trying to balance his reactions with the dialogue was hard 😭

anyway thanks for reading~ please leave a comment/reblog!! <3

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totallynot3racoons · 6 days

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TWST Cast Headcanons: Who is a Flirt? This lovely question came from my roommate while we were just talking about random shit. So now I have to explain my stances on these characters, except for Ortho because he's my little robotic child. ENJOY! (pls don’t hate me)

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts: Never. We hate her, but his momma raised him to be a gentleman (i would still kick her if given the chance)

Trey Clover: Rizz man. Has flirted to some extent, but it was mostly to try to get people to buy stuff from the bakery. Other than that, he has never really flirted with other people that he’s not interested in

Cater Diamond: YES. this man would flirt up a storm if it meant he could post shit on his magicam. I just feel it in my bones

Ace Trappola: We’ve heard about his middle school relationship and its a no. He thinks he is, but man has fumbled the bag so often that its embarrassing

Deuce Spade: he’d be so nervous, precious baby. But no this man would find one person he liked and just go after them

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar: YES YES YES YES Y E S. this man flirts on the daily and its kinda annoying

Ruggie Bucchi: yes, but its for the money. I feel like he has flirted with older, rich folks to get some cash but always leaves the person as soon as his pockets are full

Jack Howl: no, he’s loyal and would never. Also a tsundere so it would just never happen

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto: Another yes, but its for business. Sweet talk his customers into making a deal, buying more products from the lounge, or just completing a task for him. Its more manipulative than anything

Jade Leech: ehhhhh I’m in-between on him. On one hand I see him flirting/sweet-talking customers out of money but I also feel like he would be loyal to one person in particular. I’m just not sure

Floyd Leech: accidental. If you interest him, I feel like he would accidentally flirt before threatening to squeeze/bite you. He scares me

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim: only if he’s actively pursuing you. Like it would just be regular compliments for everyone else, but when it came to the person he LIKED he would constantly flirt and chase after them. Little Sunshine

Jamil Viper: if it benefits him. I feel like its more manipulative, similar to Azul, since hes a little snake (still not over book 4 you litTLE BIT-)

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit: More so stage persona flirting. Like he’s done it so much on camera that it sort of transfers over to his actual conversations

Rook Hunt: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?!?! I do not need to explain myself, he would DROWN you in flirts

Epel Felmier: I’m sorry but he thinks he is. Little country boy would not be able to keep his cool, also Vil would probably whoop his ass if he did

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud: (love of my life–)......no. he’d cry at the touch of a woman or any person romantically interested in him.

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia: can’t say anything bad cause roomie would kill me, but I feel DEEP in my bones that this man would try but fail miserably. They would run away at the sight of him

Lilia Vanrouge: old man, but yeah. He would be able to easily throw out a flirt or two without issue and probably succeed

Silver: ACCIDENTAL FLIRT ALERT!! Hes so pretty and I feel like he wouldn’t think much of his words and just… accidentally make someone fall in love (Lilia is proud)

Sebek Zigvolt: Another one who fears romantic love. He’d short circuit before hurling insults at you and running away

#twst #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #twst lilia vanrouge #twst ruggie #ace trappola #jack howl #deuce spade #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #leona kingscholar

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roseapov · 5 days

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3 Nights of the 1st January

Contains spoilers to the Book 7 TWST Tw: War, injury, blood, poison, death Angst (I hope to make you cry) 2k+ words Masterlist / 2024 BDAY Masterlist Lilia's 2024 Birthday Special

The cold night air whistled in his pointy ears, as a man run through the woods after being spotted by his enemies. The fae tasked with spying on the Silver Owl's, failed his mission due to an injury sustained earlier, and now he paid the price of ignoring it, by being chased by humans in the iron armors.

'Ugh! Shit..!' Were the words the running figure had spoken, when more of his injuries opened up during the frantic run. In his current state, he wouldn't stand a chance in the fight against them all, but as he was the General, and a very stubborn General in fact, no one had the right to stop him.

The shouts of the human soldiers echoed through the forest, making the male stumble a little, the situations had been really bad. Now that they had spotted him, they will change their camp location, something he couldn't afford to let them do. It was a perfect opportunity to listen in on the enemy and sabotage their plans, but he fucked it up.

He cursed himself in his thoughts, forcing himself to run faster. His beautiful long black hair with red streaks flowed in the wind, moving franctically during the sharp turns and unexpected movementstogether with their owner. The moon shining down on his mask and form, making him look ethereal and glowy, beffiting a nocturnal fae such as himself, wasn't helping his situation at all.

As he made another sharp turn, thinking he lost the ones chasing him, he leaned on to a tree trunk, breathing heavily immiediately looking back only to let out a scream of pain. While he was distracted with looking for everyone, one of the iron archers shoot him in his right calf with an arrow, that he was sure was poisoned.

Lilia cursed outloud, turning towards the shooter and beheading him with one smooth motion of his weapon, sucking his breath in painfully, with the arrow still in his flesh.

Instead of leaning on a tree again, he chose to climb one instead, to not repeat his mistakes, and send a few of his bats to call one of his subornites, namely Baul Zigvolt, to avoid making from the situation more of a big deal than it already is, and getting away quietly, undetected.

Sitting on a big branch of an old oak, he caught the arrow close to the arrowhead and pulled it out in one fast montion, biting his other hand and screaming in his head, while the enemy soldiers were running underneath the branch he sitted on.

'This damned poison' He thought as he started feeling faint, holding himself onto the bleeding place, directing his eyes to the stars and looking at them emptily through the mask.

The wind suddenly started to blow, making a gentle breeze that started moving his hair a little, as he taken off his mask and hood, enjoying it dearly. At least, as much as a man in a chase can enojoy things like this, with little tear droplets wetting his eyelashes.

He went through the most chellenging and hard situations in life, and ended up as a War General. His life always has been a complicated mess.

He was a worthless orphan, not someone worthy of stading beside the Crowned Princess, not someone worthy of being a General. How old is he? When was he born, and if he knew, would he celebrate? Probably no. Who were his parents? Did they abandoned him? Or did something happened to them instead?

These were the thoughts that started to invade his head, as his armor started to weigh on him. His arms started getting weaker and weaker, his eyes, that were staring emptily at the sky, started to feel unbearable heavy, and he slowly too, started to lose conciousnes. The only thing he managed to hear was a worried scream of his name.. Looks like the rescue has finally came...

And that's how, the night of the 1st January passed for Lilia Vanrouge, the same as many future ones to come...

( * Hundreds of years later * )

'Happy Birthday Lilia!' - Voices of people flooded his senses when he entered the Diasomnia lounge, one of the dorms in the college he studied in.

'Huh? It's my birthday today..? I forgot' Thought the short fae, he completely forgot, but nevertheless welcomed this nice surprise, he was even impressed, that his children had managed to organise all of this without raising his suspicions.

'It's my birthday today? I forgot, and you haven't even reminded me? '- He said as looked at his familiars and then chuckled happily - 'I raised you good, you managed to surprise me!'

His chuckles turned into a full out laugh, he was really happy. For many reasons, Malleus - had hatched and he is able to be with him, Silver - his son with a way shorther lifespan than his - is alive, Sebek - his students is still full of energy and determination to better himself, still being very liable to fall for his jokes.

'What a great gift I received to be able to spend this year with you three', Lilia thought to himself, with melancholy in his eyes. A second after that, the male has put on his big smile once again, and started teasing people he considered his family with a joyous laughter and stars in his eyes.

Everyone in the Diasomnia played board games and he managed to tell lots of stories from his youth, later on as the man of the hour he got a banned from the kitchen because as Malleus said, he shouldn't lift a finger with his senile age, and saving everyone from eating deathly dishes, although the last part was not mentioned out loud.

Soon after that, his friends from other dorms joined in the partying and burried him under a huge pile of presents, especially Kalim. Lilia only smiled and laughed at that, he would surely have lots of fun opening them all later, he really couldn't wait.

A cake, cookies of all sorts, a tomato juice and other kinds of snacks got placed on the table with Malleus's magic as he also redistributed one glass of the juice to every guest, while Silver and Sebek had decorated the whole Diasomnia, and not just the venue, in a birthday party style.

The atmosphere had been delightful and full of laughter, up till late hours of the night. Of course, Lilia wouldn't be himself if he hadn't played a few jokes at the guests and his birthday interviewer, making everyone laugh at them, giving him a free hand in doing whatever he liked.

When the hour got closer to midnight, the rest of theremaining guests had come back to their own dorms, wishing their well wishes to the fae again. The lounge quickly became empty, with only 4 people being left in it, including himself.

Can I ask for one last thing? - Lilia's deep voice cut through the comfortable silence, shocking the boys, who thought he wouldn't speak at all. But even after the shock, their response was immediate and affiramtive, just as he expected.

At that the short male turned to look at his closed ones faces, and with a serene smile asked for a dance. His bats with the help of his magic started playing the instruments in the rhythm of a song all of them knew perfectly well, a classic Briar Valley lullababy.

The four of them quickly took off to dance, and just after the first few verses, changing their dancing partner so that everyone could dance with eachother, and then again, and again.

Dancing up until midnight and way longer into the night, with only themselves and Lilia's bats as witnesses to their antics, and serene moment, filled with true love they had for eachother in the air.

This was a delightful January 1st, one that he'll be sure to treasure for as long as he can remember.

( * Several years later * )

In the old hut in the woods, a man sat in his rocking chairoutside on the porch, an Ex-War General and the caretaker of the Fae King, Malleus Draconia. The fae who even after the demanded respect for him by their new King, others still were treating like an outcast and so, he didn't protest, living in the forest, just like an outcast, they said he were.

Was it wrong that he never fought for more time spend being closer with his family..? He shouldn't think like that, he got to spend plenty of time with his boys already, no? He shouldn't be too greedy about their presence and time, they all had their own lives outside of him.

All of the them being able to be together at the NRC, was the biggest gift and fortune, he could've ever imagined, making beautiful memories. Just like his birthday several years ago, when he and his boys danced together until the late night. Can he complain at such beautiful memories? Does he have the right to ever ask them to spend more time with him? To not only think about the memories, but to make new ones?

He won't know, not anymore. There's too little time left, feeling his soul trying to leave his body, he still tries to fight back, 'stars please, give me more time'. He won't give up, not until he'll be able to see them, one more time, just a glimpse is enough.

Even after living so far off from the capital, he still can see the glipses of colored lights looming above the tree crowns, and faintly hear their bangs. He sighed and smiled to himself, looking up into the sky, but that smile haven't lasted long, dimnishing a second later with a pain in his right calf.

What should he say to everyone? That he feels like death is just around the corner? Should he even say anything and destroy their moods with panic? Should he ruin Malleus's first new year celebration as a King? No, no he shouldn't... He don't want to ruin their fun...

Soon after his heavy thoughts, the only joys left in his life, came to see him and sat next to him quietly, not disrupting his rest and looking up at the same scenery, just as he did a while before.

When he opened his mouth to say his final goodbyes, no sound left him and thus he knew, his time has come. He looked up at the stars one last time, with a last thought 'Please take care of them for me', to who? He's not sure...

'Happy Birthday', one whispered.. or said..? Lilia's not sure anymore, as his eyes had started coming to a close, he felt really happy that he could spend his last moments together with his family, when all of them had been happy around him, without any worries at all...

After his soul departed from his body for good, he took one last look at his now-dead body, and saw a truly heartbreaking scene. Malleus, Silver and Sebek panicking. With his body in Sebek's arms who was crying the whole river out, Silver screaming and also crying, trying to somehow wake him up, Malleus looking shocked, panicked even, trying every known to him spell, but noone seemed to be working.

In the corner he barely saw Baul, his comrade in the war-times, running frantically towards the source of the panic, not wanting to believe in what he thought was happening. So Baul it is, huh? 'Please, protect them well then' his thoughts begged the man before him, the one that couldn't hear or see him anymore.

Lilia's soul finally let out lots of terrible cries and screams at their reactions, breaking down, after holding it in when he was alive, all emotions returning to surface. He didn't wanted to leave them, he truly didn't! If he could, he would.. he would.. Do anything to spend more time with them together..! He never wanted to leave...

And then, he saw their faces. Meleanor and Levan waiting for him togehter with open arms and tears in their own eyes.. His pupils dilated, breath quickened and he threw himself into a run, jumping into their arms, sobbing and crying with all his might, being afraid to let go, not being able to let go, with his voice breaking down several times.

The three of them then dissapeared together high into the stars, without looking back, waiting for others to join them later in the future.

And thus, at the night of the 1st January, Lilia Vanrouge, joined the stars, reunited with his dear companions, and started looking after the young ones from above, hoping that Baul will be able to do what he wasn't able to. Be with his loved ones for just a bit longer, being able to protect them.

I hope I made you cry, or at least made you have tears in your eyes/being sad. (If I did, pls tell me, I wanna know if I did a good job), Have a good day with Lilia in the stars!

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abysswalkersknight · 4 months

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Finally finished one of my WIPs! It's been sitting in my drafts for a while so I just spiffed it up a bit.

Basically I starting writing this after seeing a scary mystery movie and a perfectly normal debate with a relative whether it's scarier to be poisoned or unknowingly ingest glass. We're still debating on that, otherwise enjoy!

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‘Hmm? Is something amiss Silver?’ inquired Malleus. They were at their usual table in the cafeteria, while he, Lilia and Sebek were already seated with their food, Silver took a bit longer than usual, though glancing at his rumpled hair and drowsier expression seemed to explain his absence well enough. While it was, of course, troubling that Silver had a sleep spell during lunch, Malleus was more concerned about the pitiful amount of food on his charge’s plate ‘are you perhaps feeling ill?’ he says, briefly touching his fingers to the boy’s forehead to check for fever. Silver must’ve still been waking up because all of a sudden he startled violently at the prince’s gentle touch ‘oh, uh, not at all my lord…’ Silver looks down. ‘ah, I don’t remember grabbing this, I must have fallen asleep while standing in line.’

In the background Sebek began to berate Silver for his carelessness though the boy was not at all paying any attention to him while Lilia quietly slid his son a perfectly warm coffee he got earlier.

‘My, so even in his sleep Silver still drifts towards mushroom risotto.’ marveled the ageing fae, he urges Silver to drink the coffee and smiles as his boy slowly perks up, however Malleus still frowns ‘are you not going to grab more Silver? You must be famished from all the training you’ve done earlier.’ he says, tapping Silver’s meagre plate for emphasis. His retainer glances back to the endless line and sheepishly averts his gaze ‘it’s alright my lord, I’m not that hungry anyways so I can just eat something after classes’ he quickly murmurs, taking up his fork, but his other guardian was not finished ‘nonsense Silver, one cannot focus on an empty stomach. And from what I recall it will be three hours until both your classes and club activities finish. If you’d like, I'm quite happy to share my food.’ Silver began to fidget slightly at his prince’s persistence ‘no no my lord I couldn’t possibly-’ lifting an eyebrow Malleus could already sense a polite refusal coming so, he politely ignores Silver’s fervent protests and pinches both edges of their plates and quickly switches them, Silver’s plate now had a significantly larger portion of mushroom risotto. Silver sputtered with his hand hovering midair, unsure whether to risk retrieving his original plate or not ‘go on, eat Silver. If you’re unable to eat it all then I’ll simply finish the rest myself.’ Malleus coaxes with a swift bite of risotto.

Silver sighed fondly, throughout his life the only times his prince paid any attention to the clock were the child’s meal times where the dragon fae would make sure that his charge has had at least three proper meals a day and he’d continuously fuss over Silver like a mother bear if he’d found that the human’s meals were “lacking”.

‘Oh he was so much worse when you were a wee little babe.’ Lilia would gush whenever Silver mentioned this habit to him ‘back then Malleus would never take his eyes off the clock at home until the time came to feed you, oh he was so worried that he’d forget the time and accidentally let you starve’ then Lilia put a finger to his chin in thought ‘though I suppose his worry may have stirred from that parenting book I lent him that one time. It’s probably become a bit of a habit now but still it warms this old man’s heart to see my boys caring for each other!’

While the notion itself was greatly appreciated, there were times where it embarrassed poor Silver when the other students and staff witnesses Lilia’s fatherly doting or whenever Malleus scoops some of his portion onto Silver’s whenever he thought the human wasn’t eating enough, even now the fae flicks a graceful eye to the untouched plate, almost daring the human to go hungry.

Shaking his head, Silver carefully hides his smile and begins to eat.

All was well while they ate, Silver watched contently as his fae guardians conversed with each other and Sebek snapped and tore through his fifth helping of risotto, Silver was worried that he might bite through his fork and wonders if it would help if he caught something for dinner later, Sebek was always mentioning about how hungry he was so perhaps some extra meat would temporarily quell his friend’s voracious appetite.

Lilia was joyously teasing the prince about his lack of punctuality when Silver felt it, there was something strange about the risotto’s texture. As he chewed slowly Silver found an odd chunk of something hidden within the food, rolling it along his tongue he felt how it crumbled between his teeth though he soon came to believe that it was probably just a particularly large piece of mushroom so he shrugged it off.

Some of these mushrooms are rather big, he thought to himself questioningly as a different mushroom piece suddenly lodges itself somewhere in his throat, Lilia, Malleus and Sebek quickly turn to him as he roughly beats his fist against his chest whilst coughing dryly ‘my, you must have been quite hungry, my dear Silver’ chirped Lilia as he came over and thwacked his son firmly on the back.

‘No-no…s’not…that’ Silver wheezes, his terror rose as he suddenly bent over and braced one elbow on the table while the other clutched desperately at his neck, everyone else began to panic when Silver’s coughs take on a retching tone, each gasp convulsing his whole body. Immediately Lilia’s hands coiled around the boy’s waist and practically heaved Silver off the floor with every thrust he made, at the third though Lilia had to stop when Silver gave a particularly harsh gag. Everything seemed to pause as a dark scarlet colour splattered all over the pearly white plates and shiny wooden table, gleaming like precious rubies on display.

Everyone broke out of their shocked daze when Silver whined painfully, his ungloved hand reaching into his mouth, trying to grasp at something but his fingers shook terribly and kept slipping. Both Lilia and Malleus cry out, the latter quickly held the boy up gently by the shoulders while the former pries his son’s trembling hand away and replaced it with his own ‘shh, shh, it’s alright Silver, it’s alright, Papa’s here…’ Lilia coos softly, trying to soothe his panicking child while trying to ignore the blood that slicks his nimble fingers, making it difficult to grip anything… Ah ha! There! As light as a feather Lilia took hold of something rock solid and gently, he tugged on it, taking great care to avoid hurting his boy even more. Slowly but surely something was coming out, blood thickly spewed out before revealing a distorted clear piece of glass pinched between Lilia’s fingers, small enough to remain hidden but big enough to potentially tear up a throat’s insides. Malleus stares at the glass with a look of outraged disbelief, who would dare-!

‘My liege!’ Both fae quickly turn at Sebek’s cry. The knight had searched through Silver’s risotto and has dug out three more pieces of glass of similar sizes to the one lilia had just pulled out, Sebek looks at Silver worriedly and promptly rushes to his side when the human whimpers and gasps out more blood ‘quickly! Help me take him to the infirmary!’ lilia barks, hoisting Silver up by one side and Sebek soon taking the other. In the rush Malleus was left behind with the staff on duty to control the excited crowd, he hadn’t wanted to of course, he had to be at Silver’s side, making sure that he was being properly treated, to think that there was someone within the school who had the absolute gall to do something so despicable to someone under his care, to target Silver- wait.

He thought back to the beginning of lunch, to his and Silver’s plates… They weren’t going after his retainer, they were targeting Malleus. His fists clenched, so hard that he felt some seams in his gloves tear. When I get my hands on whoever’s done this-

He had only wanted to make sure that his charge was well fed, but in his folly all he did was unknowingly feed Silver a plate filled with tampered food, and now this has happened. Glass in their food would have only been a minor inconvenience to fae like Lilia and Malleus, as was possibly the perpetrators prior intentions, but clearly the same cannot be said for humans, as was seen with Silver. For that alone I will slowly tear them apart, he thought dangerously, tis only right, they have hurt what is mine and as crown prince of Briar Valley it is my duty to put them in their place. But first, he must attend to Silver who should be in the infirmary by now… Malleus can only hope that his charge won’t suffer any long lasting ailments due to this. With that thought in mind, the dragon prince disappears in a flurry of green lights.

By the time he arrived Silver was fast asleep in one of the few infirmary cots, his parted mouth emitting weak wheezy breaths. Lilia sat at the head, tenderly stroking his boy’s soft locks ‘the nurse said he should be fine’ the old fae says without glancing up, moving closer something in Malleus’s chest tightens when he finds little splotches of dried red in the corner of Silver’s pale mouth ‘how bad was it?’ he murmurs, bending down to caress Silver’s cheek, the boy showed no signs of stirring. Lilia hummed and gestured to a tray on the other side of the cot, on top was a smaller, cruel looking piece of glass ‘apparently that bit must have broken off the one I pulled out’ he mumbled looking at his now gloveless hand, his eyes flick back to Malleus ‘let me guess. You have come to the same conclusion as I?’ it was not a question ‘good, then it is alright to ask that you remain here with Sebek at Silver’s side while I go handle this.’

Malleus blanched, what? No! He won't have Lilia do this alone! It was unbecoming of the prince to back down from such a blatant challenge. But just as he was about to protest, his guardian pinned him down with the general’s sharp gaze ‘no Malleus, while I’m well aware of your power, remember that this was an attack staged against you, little Silver simply had the misfortune to be the recipient of it, and we don’t want any unfortunate incidents happening as well, do we?’ he grins maliciously, it was then Malleus recalled just who he was speaking with, he may have changed immensely over the centuries but this was still Lilia Vanrouge, general of the right and one of the most feared fae out there. And someone had just signed their death sentence the moment that glass was placed, not only had they targeted his first child and prince of Briar Valley, they had even wounded his second child with such a callous method and now here he was resting in an infirmary with a torn up throat, how could Lilia ever let something like this slide without punishment.

Even better they have made an attempt on Malleus’s well being, Lilia thought his talons twitching with unbridled bloodlust, that means I can go all out as his guard.

I hope the staff catch them quickly.

His grin widens.

Otherwise I’m going to have some fun.

#knight's writing #silver twst #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst #the second one off a little list of WIPs I made #I can't recall the name of the movie I watched but the scene where a guest finds glass in the marmalade scared me #not in a scary way but surprisingly it was scarier then scenes where people were poisoned

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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Hello may I request an imagine where (taking place 10 years before the start of the game), the female 5 year old reader who just appeared in Briar Valley with no memories whatsoever, was found by Lillia and adopted by him.

⤷ ✧ Finding family

- order 18 | one-shot | Diasomnia

P.2 — Training

Platonic, female reader

Requested by @ask-deltale-twins2 !! Im actually really invested in this Jackolope fae so I’ll probably write more of her in the future. Thank you for requesting!

All you could remember is how it feels to be hungry and cold. You weren’t sure how you ended up on the streets, hardly even surviving on plants you weren’t sure were even edible. You walked past many people, they all averted their eyes and made way for you. A dirty, little child.

Everything was blurry and your body felt heavy, it felt as if your own hair was weighing you down. You fell forward and closed your eyes with your breath running short.

A short figure appears before you, it’s warm and smells nice. It was pleasant to be in the arms of this strange boy.

“Lilia, you brought home another child?” A horned, pale boy with short hair asked while looking down at you. You were shaking and tried to stay away from any fae around you.

“What could I do? She fell from exhaustion and hunger from what I can tell.” Lilia pushed a plate of various treats towards you, but you flinched and scoot yourself away. Lilia sighed with a frown.

“What type of fae are you, little one?” He came closer and knelt down in front of you. Lilia watched silently as you murmured out something.

“Go away…”

Malleus nodded and put his hand on your head. You tried to shake off his hand but you soon felt yourself drowsy. Lilia watched as you fell limp with your eyes closed.

Lilia looked at him as if expected an answer. “Malleus, what did you do?”

“I simply put her to sleep. I’m sure she’ll be more adamant to speak when she rests well. I can guarantee she won’t wake up until the next day.” Malleus carelessly said. He leaned forward towards your unconscious body and checked the top of your head.

“Jackalope, though her horns… appear to be broken.” He felt the feeling of dry blood and his hands brushed against your chipped, short horns. He opened your mouth and saw your fangs, they were in better condition than the rest of your body.

When you woke up, you were in the bath. Soft, yet skilled hands brushed through your once dirtied hair.

You were held up by the man and you softly coughed at the cross, string sensation as on reflex, you spat out whatever was in your mouth.

“Ah, did soap get in your mouth? I’m sorry about that.” He chuckled while pulling your overgrown hair back a bit to show yourself. You didn’t respond but raised up your hand to touch your animalistic ears.

“Now, can I ask you a few questions?” Lilia turned you around and cupped your face.

“Don’t know…”

“Do you know your name?”

“No..”

“How old are you?”

“Don’t know.”

“Where are you parents?”

“What are… peratents…?”

Lilia froze and looked into your eyes. Something watered in his eyes and he quickly brushed off the second of pity.

“It seems you’re very lost, [name].”

“Who is… [name]?” You questioned slowly.

“It’s what your name is now! You like it, don’t you?”

You shrugged and he gently pat your shoulders.

“You must be hungry, let’s hurry and get out of here so you can eat.” He said while taking your hand.

You sat in front of a large plate of something with a delicious aroma. Your mouth water as you stare in uncertainty of how to even begin to eat it.

“Do you know how to use a fork and a knife?”

“What is that?”

“Figured so, look here.”

He used the knife and a fork to cut a piece of the steak. He held it up to your mouth and you graciously took a bite.

You nearly bit the inside of your cheek at how eagerly you chewed it.

“My, there’s much more so don’t worry.” He said while petting the top of your head.

You reached a stable condition, you gained weight with a regular diet and you were a lot more open with the people in the castle. He would’ve thought you would need more time before interacting with people other than him but you seemed to be really social.

You were getting used to things, but there was still someone whom you haven’t met yet.

“Silver, this is your sister, [Name].” Lilia pushed the young boy closer to you. The boy who seemed to be around the same age as you anxiously approached you.

“Hi, my name is Silver. I’m training to be Master Malleus’ guard.” He formally announced with a straight face. He had small eye bags under his aurora silver eyes. You first noticed his hair, it was an unusual color but you didn’t dare question it.

“I am.. [name].” You introduced yourself in return. Lilia senses the odd aura that formed with this interaction. “I do not know what I am.”

After that, you formed a need to be something. Lilia could only guess you meant a role in the castle like Silver is a guard in training for Malleus.

You were still recovering, but you wouldn’t stop thinking about what to do. It’s hard to believe you were only five years old thinking about what you should do to contribute to society.

“Silver, what are you doing?” You asked from behind a pillar. Silver turned his head in your direction, his guard falling at learning it’s just you.

“[Name] what are you doing here? Aren’t you still recovering?” Silver was aware of your background since Lilia explained why it took a few days before he would officially meet you.

“I-I am ok. What are you doing?” You pointed at the wooden, long object in his hand.

“I’m practicing sword fighting. I need to train so I can protect Malleus.” Silver explained while swing it around.

“I want to sword fight too!” You exclaimed with determination. Silver looked down at the sword and led you down to the training dummy he was practicing on just a moment ago.

He gave you the sword and he carefully guided your hands into holding it correctly and backed away. “Now try it.” He encouraged you.

You slowly raised it above your head and hit the dummy, it wobbled just a bit and you huffed.

“That was good.” He clapped but you raised up the sword and hit the dummy once again. It tumbled down in an instant and Silver put his hand on yours, as a way to tell you to stop.

“You knocked it down?” Silver asked. It was extremely heavy and he himself had only done it once with a lot of practice; he was more focused on effective strikes than knocking it over.

You smiled in accomplishment as you gave the sword over to him. Someone behind you appeared and grabbed you and lifted you up.

“Ah, old man, what are you doing here?” Silver nonchalantly asked as you flailed in the air.

“Oh, just looking for a little jackalope that ran away.” Lilia said while holding you high up in the air.

“I-I wanna train with Silver!” You whine as you try to escape by thrashing about. Silver softly smiled up at you while Lilia cackled at your futile attempts.

“When you’re recovered, you can play swords with your brother! But not now!” He said while swinging you around in the air.

A year passed, you met a boy with green hair and a scary glare on his face. He stood out alongside you and silver due to his height. His name was Sebek Zigvolt. He was only a year older than you and Silver was two years older than you.

“[Name]! Silver! What are you doing while we’re supposed to be training?” Sebek demanded answers while pointing accusingly.

You lifted your head and put up your hand as if to console him. “I’m asking Silver if my horns have grown much.” You told him while moving your hair out the way to show him. He inspected closer and saw the rough, chipped parts poke out.

“I wonder how it even got that bad.” Silver thought out loud. “The old man said that your horns looked like they were clipped off. Did it hurt?”

“Of course!”

Soon, something bonked your head and you turned around defensively while holding your sword.

“I think we should train now.” Sebek sternly said. You frowned and raised up your sword. He blocked with his own and he stepped back.

“Let’s train then!”

“If you insist!”

You headed straight for him and you pushed your sword at his own on purpose. For a moment you could see his eyes flare as he successfully hit you in your side.

You let yourself fall and landed on the harsh cement. Silver came up behind you and helped you off the floor.

“I’ve had experience for longer than you!” He childishly said while you opened your mouth to let your fangs poke out a bit.

#lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #silver twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic #twisted wonderland #requests #jackalope fae

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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I thought of something Chaotic- so the Shrouds come for a family day and ofc Sebby is there. Yes one head has a matching bandanna and the other two have matching hats with mama shroud. One head is probably a mixed Maltese - the other is a poodle.

Sebby wants chaos and asks to be let down. Mama Shroud: Okay muffin, just come back before The dorm games start!

Sebby: okay mommy💕 will be good💕

Sebby runs off to diosomnia and decides to settle an old score. Barks at Lilia and Lilia has war flashbacks- “c-Cerberus?!”

“It’s Sebby now you little b-tch.” Just imagine the someone that has Smoked 100 packs of cigarettes a day- that how the main head of Sebby- the one that has its fur pulled back into a little bow- probs a shih-tzu or something

Lilia puts his hands up, “I don’t want any problems.”

Sebby: I do.

Starts barking up a storm and caused all kinds of hell to break loose. Bites silver, 💩 in sebek’s shoes, chases Lilia up a bookcase then causes he’s in a funny goofy mood decides to pee on malleues beloved gargoyle statue in his room while making direct eye contact with the future king the whole time. Sebby somehow manages to escape and give them the slip

Later at the family games they see him happily residing in Mrs. Shrouds designer purse and getting to eat hot dogs like he hadn’t committed war crimes ten minuets ago

Idia just gives them a look and knows… just knows Sebby did something.

This is the secret life of pets movie we deserve. lol

Lilia stares down into Sebbys beady little eyes. Those eyes have seen kingdoms rise and fall. Have seen good men slaughtered. They have known this world long before he came and will stay long after he's gone. Only for him to be carried off by Mrs.Shroud in the ugliest designer purse imaginable.

Idia and Ortho look at Lilia, and knows he knows.

"You're mothers dog is ancient evil incarnate, I hope you know that."

"No shit."

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 2 years

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Fears that Live_Part 5

A.N: This is a seven part Malleus-centric featuring Diasomina with my TWST OC Mia Anderson!

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

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The next day between classes, she was unexpectedly cornered by Sebek, who folded his arms and stared down at her, “What are your intentions with Malleus-sama?”

Mia cowered a little with a blink, “Uh….I’m not sure how to answer that….”

Sebek gave a frustrated sigh, easing out of his stance and rubbing his head, “I do not intend to bully the friend of Malleus-sama, but as his retainer I do not know what to do to help our Great Lord.”

Mia relaxed, “Is he okay? He didn’t show up for club meetings yesterday.”

“Neither Silver nor I have seen him since lunch yesterday. He has disappeared, but Lilia has assured us that he knows where he is.”

“Did he leave campus?”

Sebek shook his head, “No, he’s restricted to campus, but apparently there are places accessible by fae easier than humans. Lilia assures us he is there. If not for Lilia’s word, I would not trust such a thing.”

“Is he angry?”

“Probably. What Lilia did yesterday was….well, I shouldn’t speak of such matters, as it is not my place. I shouldn’t speculate, either.”

In lue of words, Mia just patted Sebek’s arm before they went their separate ways.

Mia was heading to the lunchroom when suddenly a robin flew by her. She instinctively ducked as it flew around her before chirping and landing on the railing. Mia cocked her head as it chirped at her. It had a piece of paper tied to its neck.

Mia cautiously approached it, and it let her take the piece of paper.

“Mia, may I speak with you this lunch hour? This bird will guide you, if you choose too. Thank you in advance, Silver.” she murmured to herself.

She blinked. It must have been something if Silver was using a bird. Quickly, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Ace and Deuce before saying to the bird, “Lead the way!”

The bird chirped happily before it flew off. She followed, allowing it to lead her to a small forest nearby. The bird chirped loudly as Silver came into view, making him look up. Mia gave a smile at the animals that surrounded him.

“You rang?” she teased once she was close enough.

Silver stood with a squirrel on his shoulder, “Thank you for coming, Mia.”

“No problem! But any particular reason for the special delivery method?” she asked, sitting down. Silver followed suit as the animals spread out quietly around them.

Both had brought their homemade lunch for the day and was into it before Silver answered, “I wanted to talk to you. Privately, and somewhat at length, about Malleus.”

“Yea, he didn’t attend clubs today. Sebek said, he went somewhere only Lilia knows?”

Silver nodded, “Yes, that’s correct. In lue of time, I’ll get straight to the point. You are truly not terrified of him?”

Mia frowned, swallowing a bite as she gave him a sidelong look, “You make it sound like you wish I was.”

Silver shook his head, “That is not my intention by any means, Mia. It’s just we are so used to people being terrified of us, of him, that having one that truly isn’t is…well different. Even little things that we brush off, he might construe it as true terror.”

Mia’s head bobbed, “I do admit, it is a bit like eggshells. I’m never really sure if I’m walking into a landmine or not. Not that I’m scared, it’s just, sometimes things do startle you, but he takes it as a great fear. Which is not… I’m not making any sense, am I?” Mia blew out a frustrated sigh.

“No, I believe I can understand. But I think the problem is his perception of how you feel.”

“Meaning?”

“I don’t think he understands the difference of a jump scare as opposed to true fear. For him, fear is fear, no matter how minute. Because of that, I could imagine that he is constantly waiting for the day to come where you are truly terrified of him. Though I do not speculate to know his mind, so perhaps it's not my place to say all of this.”

Mia hadn’t really thought of it like that. All the times she tried to reassure him, that she wasn’t, he seemed to accept it with words but not in his heart.

“I hadn’t thought of it like that. It seems he is the one truly terrified, if that is the case, then.”

“As humans, we may understand the difference very well, but I don’t Malleus does yet. I just hope he’s capable of understanding that. Lilia often says that Malleus is here, not to learn magic, as he could teach us all, but to learn about humans and relationships.”

Then he inclined his head, “Please have patience with our Malleus-sama. I know it’s not my place to sound so selfish, but I don’t want to see him lose the first friend he has made.”

Mia waved him up with a sweet smile, “It’s fine, Silver. I do like Malleus. He’s sweet and a gentleman, unlike some of these other idiots I go to school with. I really do want to be his friend if he’ll let me.”

Silver beamed then and the animals tittered.

Mia giggled.

“So, Mia, can you help us execute a plan that Lilia has?”

Mia cocked her head, “As long as I don’t get in trouble.”

—

“So you are not going to club meetings this week?” asked Lila.

Malleus stared out the window of his dorm room, brooding. Lila had finally got him back to the dorm, but he refused to come out of his bedroom.

When Malleus didn’t answer, Lila cried exasperated, “For goodness’s sake, stop acting like a child!”

Malleus turned and glared at him. He still hadn't quite forgiven him for what he did at lunch. Was that really a week and a half ago?

Then suddenly Lila beamed, “Well, if you insist on this venture. I cannot stop you. So….”

Malleus’ eyes narrowed at how chipper Lila was, as he bounced to the door. Flinging it open with dramatic flair, he stuck his head out. Had Malleus not have great willpower, his eyes would have popped out of his sockets as Mia entered with a tray of tea. Silver and Sebek followed behind her and gave a bow towards him but said nothing.

After a moment, Malleus found his voice, “What is the meaning of this?”

His voice was calm, composed and cold.

Lila waved away his words, “You didn't want to go to club meetings, so we brought the meeting to you.”

“Yes, and I need your input on this drawing, don’t you remember?” Mia added as Silver lifted the sketchbook of hers he had been charged with.

Mia poured the tea, sitting them out on the table. Malleus studied her. She seemed calm. When she lifted her head, she gave him a warm smile.

Then she pointed at the cup in front of him, “Drink.”

Malleus took a sip before speaking, “Did they coerce you to do this?”

Mia took a seat across from him with a sigh, “Do I look coerce to you?”

Did she? She didn't, but could she be a good actress? Malleus looked troubled. He really could not tell.

Lilia eyed Malleus steadily, “I simply asked if Mia wanted to have the meeting today here. She came of her own free will. I'd thank you not to insult be by implying that I would do something so debased.”

Malleus dipped his head slightly, the only acknowledgment of his wrongdoing. Perhaps she wasn’t coerced then. If not then what was it.

Hmm….

“Lilia told me you haven’t even been attending classes, why?” Mia asked, taking a sip of her tea.

“I can pass with my eyes closed.”

“So can Leona, but he failed not because he wasn’t smart but because he wasn’t there.”

“Malleus this needs to stop. You need to speak about what’s troubling you.” Lila prompted.

Malleus glared at Lila, “Like you did for me?”

“Is that what’s this about?” Mia asked surprised.

“Indeed. Lilia had no right to speak of such things to you.”

Mia conceded, “Well, you are entitled you your privacy.”

“Privacy had nothing to do with this.” Lilia almost hissed, “It’s about fear.”

Malleus voice went low, “Lilia…”

Silver and Sebek tensed. As Malleus’ retainers, Lilia felt it involved them to understand their lord. They had been allowed to be privacy to this conversation, but they had already promised Lilia that they would stay out of it.

Whatever happened.

Although the temperature rose in the room, Mia asked mildly, “So what is it your fear, Malleus?”

Malleus blinked. He would have never suspected for Mia to outright ask him. He turned his gaze towards her. She didn’t flinch and held his gaze.

Even still, words failed him.

Mia’s head bobbed, “I know you seem to think I’ll come to fear you. I keep telling you I don’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

Mia huffed, “I’m 17 years old. I think I’m old enough to be aware of what scares me. I know what scares me. I don’t like bugs. I don’t like rollercoasters. I don’t like haunted houses because I’m terrified of them. I don’t need anyone to tell me what I am or am not scared of. I don’t do scary movies because I’m scared.”

“Malleus….” Lilia started.

“I don’t need anyone to tell me what I’m scared of. And this boy, keeps trying to tell me what I’m supposed to feel. I know when I’m afraid.”

Lila turned to the Ramshackle prefect, “Mia.”

Mia pouted as she slid down in her seat, “I don’t need anyone to tell me that I’m afraid.

“Mia.”

“I know when I’m scared.”

“Mia?!”

Mia looked up at Lilia who looked amused, “Focus, my dear.”

“Yes, but when, when, did I ever say I was afraid?!” Mia asked with a bang of her hand on the table.

A smile played on Lilia’s face, “You never made mention of it.”

Mia gave him a pointed glare with a strong nod before folding her arms in a pout.

Silver and Sebek exchanged amused glances.

Malleus then leaned forward towards her, “One day, you could regret being my friend. Now you know that I’m part dragon. That doesn’t terrify you?”

He knew he was trying to push her buttons, even as a part of him scold himself. But wasn’t it better to get it over with? Have her witness his terrifying power and know what he said was correct.

He continued, almost glaring at her, “My power is vast, uncomprehensible to mere humans. You cannot fathom the chaos I could cause with a mere word.”

Even Silver and Sebek inwardly shuddered at Malleus’ words. Even as they both had their eyes firmly fixed on the scene. Lila watched expectedly.

But to his surprise, Mia leaned forward and glared, “What?! You act like you fixin’ to do something. Just get to a point: do you want to barbecue me or something?”

Malleus looked like he got slapped in the face, recoiling backwards in his seat, and this time it showed. Lila might have laughed at the moment, but kept it inside. Instead, a small playful smile lingered on his face. The more he learned of this prefect, the more the liked her. If she could stand up to Malleus’ maybe there was some hope after all.

Mia cocked her head, her face softening to curiosity as she sat back in her seat, “Ahh, is that the problem? You don’t want to hurt me, and you’re afraid you will?” She glanced at Lila, “Is that why you were upset that Lila mentioned you being a draconic fae?”

“Child of Man, let us cease this foolishness.” Malleus no longer pretended, as he gazed at her coldly. He was developing a headache from this conversation, “I have more power than anyone on this campus. I have no need for this school, and if I wanted, I could raze it to the ground. The students are right to fear me. I can understand it. What I don’t understand is you. You are the most baffling Child of Man, I’ve witness, thus far. Since you don’t have the sense enough to be afraid, what does that say about you? Makes you seem far more idiotic that the others, do you not think?” Here Malleus smirked.

Silver and Sebek straightened and tensed, while Lila slapped his head in his hand and gave an inaudible sigh. Was this child of a fae really so determined to dig his own grave?

What was he doing? Silver wondered. Wasn’t this a surefire way to push Mia away? Wait, was that what he was trying to do? If this was the path that Malleus was choosing, Silver wouldn’t be able to convince Mia to keep giving him chances after chances.

He turned his gaze to Mia who just stared at him with an unreadable expression.

TBC

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst diasomnia #twst malleus #malleus draconia

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fablesfancies · 1 year

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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!”

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst oc #twst grim #twst ghosts #ramshackle dorm #drabble #fluff

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capsensislagamoprh · 27 days

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The free skate was far more simple than he thought it would be. His body bent and turned, leaped and pranced in ways it hadn't since he was in the Dream proper. When he pulled off a quad with a triple, he could feel himself grow feather light. A snow flake on the breeze, directed by his whim. Glamour flowed thrugh him, his material form radiating the glory of winter, the clear intensity of ice. Victor felt himself reforming. He felt the fulfillment of dreams, and he felt something distant calling. Yuri?

As his final pose lowered him into a swans grace, lifting him towards the heavens, stopping cold on a lifted wing, he reached into the dream. Yuri? Is that you? Where are you cousin? It's almost Beltane. It's almost time for you...

No response.

Standing in the kiss and cry was probably messing with his efforts to communicate. The closer the equinox came, the strong his ability to contact his missing relative should be. That thought sustained him as he looked at the scores, watched other skaters, tried to maintain his decorum. Madame Baranovskaya stood at his shoulder, taloned nails biting into his shoulder, helping him keep composed. He watched his friend slide along the ice in a perfect half split, then twizzle into a set up for a triple. His eyes caught the wobble, the smile thrugh the pain. For a moment he felt the shadows weigh down on the rink. Turning to Lilia he caught the tightening of her lips. She had felt that too. Suddenly he needed to talk to Christophe, the waiting a painful exercise in restraint. Finally the scores were in and he wasn't even phased. Rising he went with the rest for metal and praise, his blue eyes locking on his friends. Christophe resolutely ignored his attempts to suggest an aside. Mortal things would never wait. They had interviews to do, and he needed time to figure out what to say.

It took hours for the after party to begin, during which Christophe thought hard. What did he tell Victor, what to keep him at bay. It was a risky plan when it had begun, and now it was threatened. Something must have happened to Yuri. What, he didn't know. Yet as he watched his friend speak to sponsors and media, he could see something had changed. It wasn't the flow of glamour that radiated shimmering cool and glittering wonder. It was some sort of distant pull. A faint thread of magic that formed with every breath until it faded from fey sight. Tilting his head he moved closer to Victor, smiling.

"Comrade!" Victor called as Christophe came into view.

"Min vän," he returned with a cheerful glaze. "You were splendid tonight."

"Not so bad yourself, eh?"

"Thank you." Glancing at those gathered, Christophe smiled. "You are glowing."

"It must be the shock of it all," Victor winked. "It's hard to practice all the time, but the pay off! Oh the pay off!" Christophe chuckled, slowly working his way around the Russian, his eyes flicking quickly over the radiance winding itself into a taunt thread. A photographer popped into view asking a picture. Taking advantage, Christophe put his hand on Victor's back where the thread formed, drawing upon True Spring to understand its presence. As the camera clicked in rapid pace, power pooled into his hand. A faint gold glow turned pink, then shimmered into a faded into a distant red. If Christophe looked shocked or delighted in a few dozen images, he didn't see the problem. If he looked like a terrifying creature of haunted dreams and forbidden longing, well that was a trick of the light and the camera man's unsteady hands, wasn't it?

Left with Victor once again, he lowered his hand, beaming at his friend. Things were falling into place. They walked towards the buffet table, determined to destroy it with teenage appetites. Decimate was a better description. Fortunately the adults had the good since to leave the entire Juniors division to it, trusting the food to be healthy after a cursory inspection. And soon they were off to there rooms to rest before traveling home the next day.

Victor slipped into Christophe's room, listening to the hall with great interest. After a few minutes he smiled. "I think we're in the clear. Let's make plans."

"Bra. How much have you gathered?"

"I saw a shadow on the ice. This wasn't normal mortal things. I am confident I must be close."

"Interesting," Christophe said, sitting elegantly in the cheaply upholstered chair. "What did the shadow do? Was there any light, perhaps some fire with it?"

"Dose the fire in the blood count? I think it does. I felt... impassioned. Empowered. I felt the force of life flow thrugh me."

Christophe nodded, his head tilting. "That does cry balance. What did the shadow do?"

"I..." Victor hesitated. "I felt threatened? Warned, I think."

"Yes. That is the balance. But why warned? Were you in danger?"

"Not that I know of. I was in practice when it happened."

"Practice?! Victor Nikiforov! I was talking about today!" Greeted with a blank expression, Christophe sighed. "Didn't you feel it at all?" The expression remained. "Are you dross drunk?"

"How dare you! I haven't been Dross Drunk since I was a child!"

"You are a child Now, Victor! We both are! The Material realm took its toll out on our forms! We have the stamina and grace and power of children!" Christophe growled with exasperation. "Show me your coin pouch."

Victor smiled wickedly. "So forward!"

"Now, Victor. This is important."

A sniff and a pout didn't prevent the Ice King from pulling a silken cord from his hip, a bag of coldest blue forming, its sides bulging. Holding it in his open palm, he pulled the string, laying it bare. Dross, those glimmering coins of rainbow light, spilled from it with the tinkling of freshly cracked icicles.

"That's what I thought. You're dross drunk. Transform that into a treasure. Any minor thing will do," the spring fey commanded with the ease of life long friendship.

Victor pulled a face,but gathered the coins into a pile none the less. Filling the pouch with a reasonable amount of magic, he closed it, tucking it back into nothing. Plucking up a few remaining dross, he put two on ether side of his tong, letting them dissolved like the finest chocolates. Once they were no more, his hands lifted, eyes closing, as long fingers pulled and warped the dross unto a shape he couldn't quite imagine. They became a lump of immovable shimmering lights until he focused, calling to mind his greater purpose. A small bust formed, something he'd seen in the museum a few days prior.

Christophe rose a brow. "Well, I suppose you can say you bought it as a souvenir."

Significantly more focused, Victor opened his eyes. "It was all that came to mind." Eyeing his handy work, he sighed. "Now, what was this about shadows today?"

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27

#yuri on ice #otayuri #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #yoi #victor nikiforov #yuri katsuki #victuuri #otabek x yurio #victor x yuuri #fey bois on ice #gay boys on ice #cannon compliant ships #primary cannon ship #secondary cannon OTP #WoD frame work #christophe giacometti

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starry-night-rose · 11 months

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🌹🍟📄!!!

I don't know who to ask for, so it'd be cool if you could speak for all your ships/otps! Of course, you can pick and choose or disregard. Though, I must say I'm very curious about Idia and Aimee!

Ooooo I would love to to talk about my ships! I’ll do all of my oc x canon ships for this!

🌹 - Who always forgets it's Valentine's Day?

Malleus x Ellis - For this loving couple, I would say that Malleus would be the one to forget Valentine’s Day! Before Ellis came into his life, Malleus didn’t really have a reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day! To him, it was another human holiday that he would never be invited to. All of this really did change when Ellis came into his life and showed him the magic of love!.....and Valentine’s Day! Ellis on the other hand never forgets Valentine’s Day! I mean, the whole holiday is themed around pink, love, and hearts! How could she ever forget!

Silver x Ivy - For this couple, I would have to say that Silver would be the one to forget Valentine’s Day! To him, it’s just another day to train to be the best knight he can! Silver just never really had a reason to care for Valentine’s Day! Ivy, on the other hand, adores Valentine’s Day as the romantic she is! Ivy would be the one to remind Silver of what day it is and how important it is!

Idia x Aimée - It’s quite hard for the both of them to forget Valentine’s Day as it’s Aimée’s birthday but I would have to say that Idia would be the one to forget Valentine’s Day! Idia never really had a reason to care about the holiday (unless the game he was currently obsessed with had a Valentine’s Day event) so he typically forgot its existence! Aimée on the other hand absolutely adores the holiday with every fiber of her body! A holiday all about love on her birthday? Best holiday ever!

🍟 - Who steals the other's food?

Malleus x Ellis - Out of the two of them, I would have to say that Ellis would be the one to steal the other’s food! Granted, it’s less stealing and more asking the other for a bite or two! Malleus honestly lets her get away with it as it makes Ellis happy!

Silver x Ivy - Between this couple, I would have to say that Silver is the one to steal the other’s food! Sometimes Ivy would be eating something and Silver would come in and ask “Could I try some” and before Ivy can say anything, he takes a bite! Honestly, whatever Ivy was eating is way better than whatever Lilia was offering to make him...

Idia x Aimée - For these two, I definitely have to say that Aimée is the one to steal the other’s food! Aimée typically does it whenever Idia is eating a snack like a bag of chips or candy! She just casually takes a few chips or a handful of candy from right under Idia’s nose! At first, Idia wasn’t really a big fan but over time, he got used to it!

📄 - Who's more likely to lose an important document? (Medical papers, birth certificate, etc)

Malleus x Ellis - Out of the both of them, I would have to say that Ellis is most likely to lose an important document! In all honesty, she has the memory of a goldfish at times so it’s common for her to misplace something important, look for it, not find it, and then weeks later it pops up again! Malleus definitely has to be the one to remember these sorts of things in the relationship!

Silver x Ivy - I would probably have to say that it’s Ivy who’s more likely to lose an important document! Knowing Ivy, she most likely put an important document in a box and left it in her closet! Where the box ended up in her closet is lost to time! Ivy typically calls in Silver to help her look for the document and to help her find a better hiding spot for it!

Idia x Aimée - I would have to say that both of them would be least likely to lose an important document! They seem like the type of couple to know exactly where something is even in a deep mess! That or they're both wise enough to take pictures of the important document with their phones!

#asks!#mutuals <3 #mallellis #oc asks!#🐉&🍓#ellis clawthorne #aimée amore #💘&💀#ivy villosa #⚔️&🌹#silivy #idiaimée #aries 🐮#I kind of went crazy with these sorry!

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No matter how logical someone’s thoughts are, panic turns even the most prepared into a mess. Thoughts get scrambled, planning goes awry and primal fear takes over. Most people have things that set off this reaction and take active steps to avoid situations that might induce that level of terror. Unfortunately for me, my trigger kind of comes with the job.

‘Lilia,’ Mac said, drugged voice bordering on reasonable and snapping my spiralling thoughts away from the attempts to make sense of it all. Still, I tugged fruitlessly at the handcuffs as if it might suddenly change my situation.

My arms ached. While Mac was cuffed to a chair, IV taped into his arm, my arms were over my head. I could hear the long length of chain rattling like something out of a pirate movie. There wasn’t enough give to get to Mac, though. If I tried, I’d probably be a hair’s breadth away. Another little torture.

‘Breathe.’ Ewan’s soft voice, a memory of long attempts at learning escapology tricks, came to me. Right now, however, all his lessons evaporated. Fear, the fear of being caught, of being helpless, squashed any logical reasoning.

‘Lilia, it’s all right.’

‘How?’ I snapped, chest heaving as I focused on Mac. His head lolled back against the chair. Who knew what was being pumped into his system and there was nothing I could do about it. ‘How?’ I repeated, but this time my voice was little more than a desperate whine.

‘Because it’s us,’ he reasoned, voice almost normal. It was as if the drugs weren’t affecting him at all. As if everything was –

I shook my head, a sense of hopelessness bloomed inside my chest. My gaze drifted up to the chains holding me in place. Trapped. We were trapped and powerless and –

‘You’re shuffling cards,’ Mac said, pulling my gaze his way.

‘No, I’m not,’ I said, completely missing the point by the expression on his face.

‘Think about the sound,’ he continued. ‘The feeling.’

Forcing myself to swallow my panic, I tried to follow his lead. I imaged shuffling, the snickering sound of cardboard against cardboard. The constant rhythm that changed as I waterfalled the cards.

‘Dislocate or pick, your choice, Lil.’

‘Yeah, let’s go with picking you psycho.’

‘I need a clip,’ I said, trying to cling to the calm place, and the memories of Ewan. Escapology was his game, his attempts at bettering me in the dramatic arts of magic.

‘Your bun?’ questioned Mac, voice slightly dazed again.

I nodded, moved to stand on tiptoes. It was difficult, manoeuvring to get a clip, but not impossible. Once freed, it was a case of not fumbling, of getting the mechanism…

The cuff fell away and in an instant my arms were down. Every fibre of my being wanted to get rid of the metal from my wrists, the feeling of it there was making me sick, reminding me of the situation and threatening to bury me under the fear again. But Mac needed help, so I pushed the desire away.

Despite knowing he could do it, I unhooked the IV with one hand and picked with the other. It was stupid, but once both hands could work on the lock it was easier and he was freed in a couple of seconds.

‘Five minutes,’ came Patricia’s voice from over the intercom once Mac’s wrists were free.

I let out a sigh.

‘Pause,’ Mac said, voice alert and his attention on me. It was unlike him to break the character of the training. Concern pinched his brow, but by the little red light going off in the corner of the room, I knew Patricia had obliged. After all, today was about testing me, not putting him through his paces.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Sure,’ I said, trying to sound causal. I could hear the waver to my voice though, the fear that still clung to me. The longer we paused for, the longer the cold metal would bite into my wrist.

‘Lilia,’ he said, but I shook my head before he could go any further.

‘Honestly, I’ll survive. Can we finish?’

Mac surveyed me for a moment, probably trying to read the lie. He might’ve been good, but he’d not been taught about human psychology, about the nuances of people, by Patrick Jane. I had. I knew how to school my features into something of a determined mask, to push aside the fear for the moment now that it wasn’t completely all encompassing. I knew it was something I’d have to learn to manage eventually, but at the moment all I wanted was to be out of the training room.

After a second, he nodded and knocked on the wall. The light in the corner flared red again and he settled back into the mockery of being drugged.

Sometimes I hated these training sessions, but hopefully it would all be over soon. Just one more lock stood in our way, and then I could relax.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #MacGyver & The Mentalist OCs #Prestige #Lilia Bennett Hope #Lilia Bennett Hope & Angus MacGyver #Lilia Bennett Hope & Patricia Thornton

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twisted-broth · 2 years

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Today I’m imagining waking up with your face buried in Leona’s chest with his arms holding you as tight as possible. His claws grip onto the back of your shirt, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip out of his hands. When you wriggle your face free from his chest and look up at him, he groans and flips the both of you over. You tel him it’s time to wake up but he shushes you and kisses your forehead. He promises that it’ll only be a few more minutes. Those minutes are interrupted very quickly by Ruggie and Jack pulling both of you out of bed.

When you can finally make it to the kitchen, all of Heartslabyul will be there waiting for you. Trey made a huge breakfast feast of all your favorites. Since we know he did all the work, it’s really weird that Ace and Deuce are both covered in flour. Cater takes a ton of commemorative selfies to post all over his Magicam.

The second the last bite of food is in your mouth, Kalim is whisking you away to the nearest outlets to buy you absolutely everything your heart desires. While he’s buying everything he thinks you would look nice in, Jamil is trailing behind and buying you things that you would actually look good in. It’s the thought that counts.

Azul does the unthinkable and buys you lunch at Monstro Lounge on the house! While Jade serves you, Floyd is constantly getting yelled at because he only wants to stay at your tables and he refuses to attend to the other customers. He insists that yours is the only table that actually matters but Jade pushes him away. They both sneak you some extra goodies when Azul isn’t looking.

Idia felt very self conscious about asking you if you wanted to play video games in the afternoon since you probably have a lot of other friends who want to do things with you. Ortho has to deliver the message. This is the first time Idia has actually had a need for the second controller that came with his console. He doesn’t provide much chat, but it’s still an entertaining few hours.

Vil has graciously made dinner reservations at the most expensive restaurant in town for both of you as well as Rook and Epel. He pulls you to his room hours before your reservation so he can do your makeup while Rook fixes your hair and Epel helps you into the very fancy suit that they all chipped in on. (Dinner is on Vil, of course). Vil has rented out the entire restaurant to avoid paparazzi while they all celebrate your special day.

You’re absolutely wiped out at the end of the day. But when Sebek loudly extends an invitation to meet Malleus in the observatory, how could you refuse? You can’t. When you get there, Lilia and Silver have set up an extravagant pillow fort with lights and snack food and a sky light so that the four of you can lay on the ground together and watch the stars. And if you happen to curl into Malleus and fall asleep, he won’t disturb you.

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jangmi-latte · 3 years

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What kinds of alphas do you think Lilia, Silver, and Sebek would be? ~🍁leaf anon (i take that back i think i have an idea of what silver would be like since i think i remember asking you for a story with him and his fem omega crush)

I'M GOING TO ANSWER THIS ASK THE SAME MOMENT I'M FLIRTING WITH SOMEONE IN DIASOMNIA 💀🔪 and yes maple 🍁 the silver story one was technically an insight on how silver is as an alpha (~￣³￣)~

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

— out of all the four diasomnians, lilia is the second strictest yet also the second linient. if you haven't read the story focused on him in my omegaverse au, he becomes strict at times needed (heat, rut, protection, etc.). as an alpha, and a former soldier, he uses his position for authority.

— a mature alpha! he knows exactly what you need, what you smell like even from the distance, can sense your emotions easily. probably the most experienced alpha there is. fun fact, you're not the only omega he looked after. he has looked over other omegas but didn't mate with anyone because if he did/was, you're just another omega walking around that he wouldn't care about.

— thought silver was a beta (the signs show at around the ages of puberty so around 10-12) and didn't really pay any heed nor tutored him when it comes to being an alpha. until when silver turned 11 and smelled like an alpha; another sign was that he was able to talk to the animals and order them around. lilia was proud and shock... so when silver was courting an omega, the alpha in him and the alpha in silver were not getting along (simply because silver was still learning how to be an alpha and it was lilia's fault anyways (・∀・))

— when the time came where he wanted to mark you as his, he was really hesitant and always asked you if you were sure as a bite from an alpha meant that you are claimed for a lifetime. he allowed you to bite him too — an omega biting an alpha wasn't exactly necessary. that's when he grew more protective (as protective, if not more, as he is to malleus) and needed to know where you are at all times. he lets you linger around without him but he HAS to know where you are in order to find you. either way, he has enhanced smelling.

— you cook for him period. was hesitant to let you in the kitchen but it should be the other way around. he never stepped foot again after you 'became the alpha' and ordered him NOT TO TOUCH THE EGG TRAY. honestly, he lets you do your thing and boss him around if you want to. fuck the hierarchy.

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓

— he hoped he was an alpha but became a delta instead. delta meant higher than betas but lower than alphas, the second in command/right hand man. that's why he clashes with silver a lot. even if the latter was an alpha, they see each other on an equal level.

— HE WAS TERRIBLE IN COURTING!!! he has no idea what the fuck he's doing, honestly. lilia gave him insight and taught him basic delta ideology, etmology, and rules but all of those went out the window when he first saw his omega. he offered you lilia's cooking as a gift and that you should be grateful (thanks for the coal i guess).

— you're the mediator if not lilia. you tend to get into arguements and misunderstandings since his pride, belief, and loyalty surrounds his young master. it's your job to calm him down but if things escalate, lilia would step in. he's still in a learning phase and your relationship will have the longest progress and development there is.

— he didn't mark you yet. it was all courting as he, too, was still trying to discover and know himself as a delta. he has sworn loyalty to malleus and barely has time for relationships. if he did end up marking you, it would take years. as in until you all are adults and mature enough. but right now, you're probably the closest friend/omega he has next to silver.

— he's not entirely affectionate but he tries his best to tend to your needs. during heats, he had to run to lilia for help. since you're unclaimed, your heats would affect lilia too so he just stays away and orders sebek to do this and that. even if sebek is affected, he doesn't touch you. he respects you and you're not his yet.

— his ruts make him really aggressive and he hides in his room — much to his dismay. during pre-ruts, he doesn't mean to get into arguements with malleus and silver (he's terrifying even with the slightest scold from the king of alphas). sebek knows his place as a delta and a guardian so he really has to lock himself up in his room for a week.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

— the. gentlest. alpha. to. ever. exist. he's so soft please during arguements he's very hesitant and careful when he uses his alpha voice. even then, his voice remains soft but stern. he takes care of you like you're glass, makes sure you're okay at all times. husband material.

— he's the least aggressive during ruts. silver does tend to lash out and have mood swings but knows how to control and calm himself. he locks himself in his room as well when he knows it's getting worst. when he's claimed, he'll sleep in your room. he doesn't touch you without your consent but will appreciate hugs and cuddles to calm himself down. he'll probably sleep a lot and take some suppressants at some days.

— he acts like your omega too. he's also in the learning and developing process of being an alpha and still needs guidance (blame lilia) so you would scold him at times too. he would fall asleep (you sense it when his scent is getting weaker) at random times or maybe even sense his irritation over a failed workout.

— he scents you, a lot. either intentionally or not, he loves to touch you. have you in his arms, kiss you, or just have your presence known around the dorm. it brings him at ease, you're just that important to him. the most affectionate of the quartet of diasomnia.

— he would prefer an omega who respects him not only as an alpha, but as a knight and guardian of malleus and lilia. he doesn't just look after you, he looks after malleus too. silver wants someone who won't choke him into his alpha duties that he must be this and that. respect him and he'll do the same not because you're an omega, but because you're your own person. he has his priorities, you have your own.

november is just around the corner which means i'll be continuing the omegaverse au again. i planned to do a birthday event again since it's coming in two weeks but eh...chii you have a shit ton of drafts to do (´ . .̫ . `)..

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #customer service

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