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Won't You Join the Dance?

(photo from twisted wiki)

Happy Birthday to the cutest old man around, I'll be writing mostly Lillia and Malleus content for Twisted as they both have birthdays in January (so do a lot of other people I know irl). Happy New Year and may you all enjoy a little fun with this writing piece. Reader is a second year Diasomnia student and a Mock Turtle Beastman (third cow, third turtle, third human). Other little easter eggs can be found throughout this story too.

Tw: Manipulation (bro he's a fae what did you expect), peer pressure, held hostage in your own dorm, hallucinations, reader is not sober, Lillia bites you, huge power imbalance

(Y/N) gently hums a tune as they help with decorations for the coming event. The Diasomnia student was glad to see their dorm excited about honoring their vice dorm leader with a party. It was peaceful monotony with weaving streamers onto the ceiling with magic.

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?"

Of course, this peaceful affair was interrupted by the loud mouthed first year responsible for guarding Malleus.

Sebek Zigvolt was booming about how the party setup must be perfect for "Master Lillia" or "young master" will be sad. While not beholden to their dorm leader as majority of (Y/N)'s dormmates, they knew him pouting always led to a rainstorm that lasted for quite a while.

First-years, when did they get so annoying?

Thankfully Silver was awake and chiding Sebek for bossing others around. Honestly the mock turtle wasn't very close to anyone but Silver in their own dorm, finding others too unapproachable or sycophantic for their tastes. (Y/N) decided that Sebek is a two-person job and walk calmly to assist their friend.

"Silver, won't you walk any faster?! Master Lillia will be home at any minute, and we must make sure everything is perfect!" The two second years wince as Sebek's volume increased (didn't know it could be louder). Silver shakes his head and turns towards (Y/N), smiling a bit. "Hello (Y/N) are you helping with father's party?" The beastman grins at how happy Silver looks and nod, excited to see a less lethargic side to their sleepy friend.

"Of course, I even hung little paper bats in the rafters as well." (Y/N) chortles finding the decorations funny, however Sebek took offense. "You find such childish decorations acceptable Mock Turtle?! I will not take your slight against Master Lillia lightly." The student sighs as the crocodile's insults came pouring from his mouth like a river. Silver notices his friend's ears twitch with annoyance and pulls Sebek off them.

"Apologies (Y/N) Sebek is just wants father to have a good time at his own birthday party." (Y/N)'s huffs tails twitching and looks to Silver expectantly. "Do you require anything else for me, perhaps a song to encourage productiveness?" Silver shakes his head at the mock turtle, hooded amethyst eyes showing nothing but gratitude. However, he snaps his fingers and turns back towards the other second year.

"(Y/N) do you mind keeping my father busy and away from Diasomnia, fath-Lillia would enjoy your company." The second year couldn't help but raise a brow. Lillia enjoying their company? (Y/N) barely talked to him and the times they have were either Diasomnia related activities or Silver. Sometimes when they'd have a conversation on things, (Y/N) would have fun as Lillia was funny and spontaneous yet wise and worldly.

They just wish Lillia wouldn't stare at them hungrily with those crimson eyes. Which is why the mock turtle used every excuse to not have to spend time around the older fae. A shudder ran down (Y/N)'s spine just thinking about how predatory his eyes would be with that creepy knowing smile. Unconsciously (Y/N) reached for their pen for protection. Silver noticed his friend's expression and his kind expression became...disappointed. The beastman student hated seeing their silver-haired companion upset. Steeling themselves (Y/N) agreed to distract Lillia.

It's not like he would care that much about a little turtle would he?

Would he?

Humming while strolling campus (Y/N) began their search for their allusive senior. Humming a familiar tune was enough to keep them from running due to jitters that came from actively seeking Lillia.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you-"

Won't you join the dance?

A deep voice breaks the mock turtle from their trance as see Lillia hovering upside down mere centimeters from their own face. Lillia chuckles mischievously at (Y/N)'s frightened expression, before joining them on the ground. "Mock Turtle's Song, very popular on Lobster Island, you know the most famous mock turtle was a rather gloomy fellow." (Y/N) seizes up at the mention of their home. Lillia was a seasoned traveler being an ancient fae as he is, however when he spoke of their home his eyes held fire. His fangs poking a bit over his lips.

"Would you like to walk with me?" (Y/N) asked their shorter senior. Lillia's smile widened as his eyes sparked like two rubies. "I would love to little mock turtle, there are many secrets on this campus others don't know..." He links his arm with their own and pulls with an unnatural strength. Diasomnia better hurry up before (Y/N) needed an arm put back in the socket.

The Diasomnia duo returned to their dorm at sunset, tired from all of Lillia's boring interesting stories (Y/N) leaned their weight on the fae with dual colored hair. Lillia stares at his junior with a sincere smile plastered on his face as his blood red orbs capture their (e/c) ones. "You been too kind to an old man like me, my own son wouldn't put up with what I put you through today." (Y/N) nods unable to speak. The vice dorm leader of the strongest dorm was being...vulnerable.

The doors to Diasomnia creak open before (Y/N) could touch them revealing a beautifully decorated main hall. "Happy Birthday Lillia!" Several dormmates pop out of hiding spots startling both students. Lillia reacted on instinct and pushed (Y/N) behind him to protect them from...zealous kids.

"Goodness you can't be scaring an old man like that, I could have a heart attack." Lillia smiles brightly while still clutching on to (Y/N)'s wrist tightly. The beastman tugs to break free but Lillia glares at them causing the struggling to stop. The good-natured Lillia's icy stare confirmed (Y/N)'s long time beliefs that Lillia was more than meets the eyes. The man in question rushes over to his "children" to congratulate them on their hard work.

"You took some time Lillia, I thought you forgot about your own birthday." Malleus teases gently in a deep voice, turning his gaze to meet your own. "Forgive me for my folly but your names slips my mind." The Malleus Draconia was asking for (Y/N)'s name, today was strange to say the least. Lillia pulls (Y/N) so their sides touch as the fae clings to the mock turtle's arm possessively. "Now, now Malleus you aren't trying to steal my favorite junior away, are you?" Malleus' eyes widen causing (Y/N) to try and disappear. Silver ever the saint he is cuts the tension.

"(Y/N) why don't you get Lillia's gift, I know you've been dying to do what you practiced." Right the gift! Cheerily the second year grabs a small inconspicuous painting. Sebek shouts about how pathetic the gift is, before (Y/N) mutters the phrase to activate their unique magic Fainting in Coils. The picture leaps from the canvas and a large dragon soars to the ceiling blowing fire and smoke before exploding into bright lights that spell out "Happy Birthday Lillia".

Silence rung as sweat from exertion and fear formed on the mock turtle's brow. Thunderous cheers applause fills the packed space as the poor artist is swarmed by eager faces all shouting question. Gently answering question after question until Malleus parts the crowd. "Most impressive (Y/N), how long did you practice achieving such results?" The beastman sheepishly denied any complements to which Malleus and Silver piled on more, Sebek admitting the magic was impressive for a non fae.

The joyful chatter did not go unnoticed by a certain fae who clenched his fists angrily. Not matter all good things come to those who wait.

For someone antisocial (Y/N) really metaphorically came out of their shell as they danced and drank and was merry. Fae parties are wonderful why did the elders warn against them? Buzzed on joy and a little too much alcohol, (Y/N) turns when a gloved hand taps them on the shoulder. The man of the hour had a joyful grin on his face. "(Y/N) I wanna dance with you! "Lillia hiccups a bright red hue painting his porcelain face. If the mock turtle was tipsy, the older fae was in the embrace of alcohol.

(Y/N) laughs but feels a twitch in their gut that doesn't feel quite right. What was wrong with this picture? Lillia wanted to dance with you, and you wanted to dance with Lillia, right? Nerves bunch up as the beastman sobers a bit, fae are dangerous and no request was too small. Looking the man in his eyes (Y/N) goes to refuse but gets lost in how pretty the red shade was. Did they always feel so light and carefree around Lillia? Who cares (Y/N) having fun so why should it end? Foolishly influenced by alcohol and thrall the mock turtle placed their gloved hand in the fae's.

Lillia pulls his partner flush to his chest as they begin waltzing clumsy yet elegant at the same time. Guiding the dance (Y/N) whirls the birthday boy around laughing gleefully. Slowly as the pair danced the mock turtle felt a cold unsettling feeling creep higher up their spin until it choked them. Lillia's eyes were much darker and... obsessive than before. Where were the guests?

Bat and turtle float freely in a dark forest with fireflies illuminating their steps. Sensing hesitation the fae takes the reigns and guides the dance deeper into the woods. (Y/N) gapes at the long-haired Lillia donned in a military outfit in front of them. "We're going into the woods too far." The second years fuzzy vision is blurred as the general spins them away before pulling them back in with equal grace.

"It matters not how far we go my dear so long as you keep your hands in mine no trouble shall befall you." Snarls of wild animals and glowing eyes appear, watching the pair swirl closer to their gaping maws. (Y/N) tugged harsher on Lillia's military coat. "We need to go back now; this place isn't safe." The general only chuckles directing the dance to the right. "What do you mean, we never left the dorm?"

For a second the illusion drops, and the grand hall returns the glowing eyes and snarls turn to the eager students screaming for Lillia to go for it. Whatever it is the poor mock turtle didn't want to find out. When (Y/N) blinks the dark forest reappears this time a large dragon is accompanied by a silver stag and a green wolf. These animals stare on with a passivity that was too humanoid to belong to actual animal.

A surge of pain makes the poor student return their gaze to the man-no monster who had gently laid his head in the crook of their neck. Charming to outsiders but to (Y/N) they felt razor sharp teeth cut into their flesh and a long pink tongue catching every pearl of blood. Tears blurred their vision as (Y/N) stumbles tripping into their dance partner's arms. Lillia adapts by simply swaying in place, arms tightening around the second year's taller form. (Y/N) attempts to struggle until they realize they can't move a single part of their body.

"Please let me go." A rather pathetic plea crawled out of (Y/N)'s quivering lips. Lillia tuts this request like a parent chiding a child for doing something naughty. "I'm not holding you captive you chose to give your free will to me when you accepted my offer to dance." (Y/N)'s eyes widen as their heart beats in double time, fear sobering them immediately. "What?"

Lillia sighs into the crook of their neck pressing a light kiss to the nape. "Come now darling turtle don't pretend you don't know what happens when you accept anything from the fae." Their world falls to pieces as Lillia dips them, garnet eyes peering down lovingly at the person in his hold.

No words are exchanged as Lillia presses his lips harshly down upon (Y/N)'s. The screams of delight from the crowd muted as they feel fangs tear at the plush of their lips. Any possible scream is muffled as Lillia deepens the kiss. Sinking, drowning in how scary the situation is (Y/N) looks out to the crowd. A tear falls as they notice Silver avert his gaze with guilt.

After an eternity a harsh gloved hand holds the beastman's jaw in a bruising manner. The bat fae stares satisfied at the mix of emotions in (Y/N)'s eyes, licking his lips. Moving his mouth to their ear he whispers the final blow. "Go to sleep turtle dove, I've got to get our room ready." Body feeling heavy and mind fuzzy (Y/N) hears a familiar melody faintly.

"Will you join the dance?"

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you..."

"Will you join the dance?"

No proofread I die like a bitch; I'll edit tomorrow if it sucks too hard. Requests for Malleus and Lillia can be platonic or romantic. Don't be distraught if your request isn't done as my motivation fluctuates worse than the ocean. Happy B-day to the bat daddy!

Fainting in Coils - Unique Magic of this version of (Y/N) which allows the mage to imbue their art with magic and use it in different ways. Ex: make a wolf painting come to life and attack the aggressor, imbue a joyful song with healing to help their friends restore mana. Has limitations based on art form (if paper drawing doesn't work in rain, once the mage puts their instrument away the music buff disappears).

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