#malleus mention but he doesn't show up rip

[serenescribe]

(For Ficlet Frenzy)

Lilia had to go on yet another long mission but not without entrusting his infant son’s safety to Malleus and his fairy godmother Queen Maleficia. Malleus has to tend to his lessons for the afternoon so the queen watches over the baby.

By the time Malleus finishes his lessons and Lilia returns she does not want to part from the baby she grew so fond of- so much so that she has gone full grandmother mode and tries to keep Silver with her.

(Please make this super fluffy and cute!! I need to be nuked with cuteness)

[✐] ficlet frenzy note: this was written before chapter 7 part 6!

“Malleus. Where is Silver?”

Footsteps echo in the empty hall as Lilia strides down it, heart thumping against his chest as though rattling against jail bars. Even now, so many years later, he cannot help the pinpricks of anxiety that spike his blood at the thought of approaching her Majesty for anything; even if the queen places a great deal of trust in Lilia, continuing to call upon his assistance in spite of his retirement, it is still daunting to stand under her sharp gaze, emerald-green eyes that seem to pierce his very soul.

He’d left Silver in Malleus’ care when leaving for this trip — and to a greater extent, the queen’s as well, for this was her castle, after all.

So how had things escalated to the extent where Malleus was no longer Silver’s primary caretaker?

Before he realises it, he’s reached the end of the hallway. Lilia stares up at the tall oak doors looming over him. For the first time in quite a while, he feels small again, as though he has shrunken to insignificance, his power diluted and severed.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lilia raises a fist, and knocks three times.

And after a while, he hears it: “You may enter.”

“Your Majesty,” Lilia greets as he pushes open the doors to the old nursery. Once, it had been a space for Malleus, the young prince living in it for many decades until he outgrew his nest and moved into sprawling chambers of his own. But now, a new life has been breathed into it: a cradle takes up the centrepiece of the room, a hand-crafted mobile spinning lazily above it, with dangling charms of dragons circling round and round. The rest of the room is taken up by deceptively simple wooden furniture, minimalistic in their appearance, yet sporting elegant carvings — such as the open toy box Lilia’s eyes flick to, numerous toys spread out across the carpeted-covered floor.

And what a sight it is, to bear witness to the Queen Maleficia, great ruler of Briar Valley, sitting on the floor and cooing at a human infant stacking wooden blocks! She scarcely pays Lilia any mind as he lingers awkwardly in the doorway, instead clapping her hands together as Silver finishes stacking a block. “Oh, how smart you are, my little sunshine!” she praises, reaching to wrap her clawed hands under Silver’s arms — a sight that makes Lilia wince, mind flashing through worst-case scenarios of claws slicing flesh — before lifting him up in the air. “You learn so quickly for a human,” she coos as Silver babbles excitedly, chubby fingers reaching for her horns.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Queen Maleficia raises Silver a little away from her, clicking her tongue. “Naughty, naughty! What have I said about touching my horns, hm, my sweet potato?” It is nigh miraculous that her voice lacks any semblance of anger or irritation, instead flooded with a sickening fondness; to touch the horns of royalty is a blatant breach of boundaries at best, and a crime punishable by death at worst. “I understand that they are quite beautiful,” Maleficia says, voice slicked with pride, “but they are truly sensitive, dear Silver; why not play with this instead?”

He watches as she places Silver down onto the mat before pressing another toy — a wooden dragon littered with scorch marks, making it clear who it used to belong to — into his hands. It is only when Silver is giggling and moving the wooden beast back and forth in the air that Lilia clears his throat, making his presence clear.

The change is instantaneous. As soon as Maleficia lays her eyes on him, her face twists into cool, impassive neutrality, the regal expression of an experienced queen. “Vanrouge,” she greets, her reserved voice a stark contrast to the babbling baby beside her, and her earlier display of sickening sweetness. “So you’ve returned.”

“Your Majesty,” Lilia repeats again. Sweat beads along the back of his neck, but he will not back down; he has to bring his child home, after all. “I thank you and Prince Malleus for taking such good care of Silver in my absence. However, I best be bringing him home now—”

“No.”

He blinks. “I— pardon?”

“Why not stay a while longer, Vanrouge?” Maleficia asks, turning away from him, her face breaking into yet another smitten smile as she reaches for Silver, ruffling his hair as he babbles excitedly at her. Lilia squints; did Silver just call her Malfi?! “There is no rush for you both to return home, is there? Besides, a growing boy like you, my tiny snowball—” She reaches to tickle him, causing Silver to erupt into a giggling fit, tumbling back onto the floor as he squeals excitedly, “—needs excellent food to grow strong and healthy.” Her eyes flick back to Lilia, and he feels pinned to the spot. “Is that not right, Vanrouge?”

“...I could not possibly deny such a generous request, my queen,” Lilia eventually forces out, eyes flicking between Silver and Maleficia.

“Good, good.” With two claps of her hand, Maleficia smiles at him. “I shall see you at dinner then, hm? Do not be late, Vanrouge.”

“I shall not. But… Queen Maleficia—”

“Yes?”

“I would quite like to… spend some time with my child.”

Lilia stares at Silver, silently pleading with him to glance over at Lilia and call out for him, only to be silently betrayed when the infant calls again for “Malfi!” Curses, he thinks, as Maleficia answers the call with a joyful vigour. Silver, how could you…!

“We shall see you at dinner, Vanrouge,” Maleficia answers smoothly, not even looking at him anymore. “Do pardon me for wishing to spend some time with my godson before he leaves, would you?”

And Lilia has no room to reply.

[lustlovehart]

Dang over 700, that’s impressive congrats!

If you still have requests open, maybe we can see/hear more about Sebek? I love the idea of him as a swamp monster tsundere dumping flowers on MH! Reader and find him fun~

Summary: Humans are pests. They’re the reason Malleus has fallen from grace, and why Lilia is no longer in his prime. He hates you, and everything your job stands for. He hates the way you’re not like them. He hates how you’re too kind. He wants to hate you, yet he can’t at all.

Warnings: Tiny bit of Tsundere Sebek, He thinks about 💀 you (he changes his mind dw guys!!), Mentions of his monster crimes, Little tiny hint of obsession, Implied human eating, Sebek sketch at end!

Your feet are dipped into the water, ripples cascading off where the limbs land, tranquil and cold, the shadows of the trees just further enriching the experience.

The one thing that isn’t relaxing about the water however, may as well be the guardian of the swamp, who’s practically breathing down your neck.

“Well human? Have you had your fill of this sacred marsh? I will not have you linger here longer than necessary! I only allowed you in to show the true essence of beings like us.”

Despite what leaves his mouth, you have a striking feeling that he won’t throw you out.

Because, that’s the fourth time he’s said that, and he’s yet to drag you out.

Through the close proximity, you place your palm on his face, softly pushing him away in your annoyance, yet like a magnet, he attracts himself right back to you, finding his place in the area to be right by your side.

“I’ve drowned many of your kind, don’t push me away so carelessly…!”

“Have you drowned me yet?” He stutters for a moment, racking his brain to find a suitable excuse as to why that is. He stops when you lean back on the grass, looking up at the sky as you lay down.

But to your dismay, he finds one.

“My liege wants you alive, so we must do what he wants.”

“You want the best for him right? What if the best for him is getting rid of me?” You’ve once again stopped any retort on his tongue, your eyes fluttering shut. Your feet continues to dangle in his waters, breath steadying as you let the sound of dew drops falling into the marsh invade your ears.

In your slumber, you don’t notice the way Sebeks scaley face is centimeters away from yours, trembling inhales. You’re right. Getting rid of humans is the best for his liege, for… all monsters really.

His clawed hand reaches up towards your throat, his nails scratching a line in your skin. Webbed fingers tremble, he could, he really could…

He could help everyone.

…

His hand falls, his forehead falling onto yours. His skin is rough, but he takes care in placing his head softly on yours to not wake you up. His palm follows in suit, laying itself on your throat, cold blood feeling the warmth of your mortal body.

And your heart. He remembers reading about human hearts, how they’re important to they’re bodily functions. Without it, you’d die. It’d be easier than killing you himself. He doesn't know which is better, for himself. He could take pride knowing he rid the world of one more wretched monster hunter, or he could rest in comfort knowing you passed in peace.

Sebek doesn’t notice the way the plants have emerged from the water, taking hold of your legs. There’s a particular branch that caresses your face in a certain manner, one completely inappropriate for a human. His mouth hangs up, immediately ripping the wood from your flesh. He throws the twig away, his head turning when your visibly stir at the motion.

He’s not well versed in human care. He's read about it, but obviously he’s never acted upon it! His hands fumble, if he’s correct, one of the quickest ways to knock a human out is to hit them really hard…! But… He doesn’t wanna do that—

Ah, you’re asleep again.

Sebek carefully lifts himself from your body, water dripping onto the grass from his hair. He slowly backs himself into the water, the only part visible being his head, before entirely disappearing into the murky water.

He realizes something in the comfort of his pond.

He… He wouldn’t need to kill you if you just… never left. Neither would you ever disturb the peace of any other beasts.

Under that water, he ties a knot, petals floating above the marsh at his bouquet. As well as a hand, that drops deep down. A coworker of yours. He’s unsure why you’re the only one he’s not too keen on consuming, yet he can so easily do it to those you know.

It doesn’t matter. They’re the same. Taste the same too.

…

You awake to a lonely sight, Sebek gone from the scene. Though, your chest feels heavier than usual. You look down, and an array of different plants and greenery fill your vision. It’s wrapped in flimsy wood bark, moss tying the piece together.

There’s a note hastily inscribed.

Human, leave soon.

Even without reading the message you know it’s Sebek. You assume it’s from his human hatred he writes such mean words.

In truth, that’s part of it. You’ll never know the other is him not wanting to see the corpses at the bottom of his home. Or maybe you will. Especially when you notice a shiny pendant gifted inside the flowers. Assuming it to be a sweet gesture from Sebek you smile at it. Such a happiness slowly fades when you feel a certain familiarity with the necklace.

… You feel like you’ve seen this before.

[aquaburst3]

I've watched James Tullos' new video about the shitty worldbuilding in several YA series from the 2010s. I want to list off some of the dumb and nonsensical worldbuilding in TWST. Because while I love the game, the worldbuilding in this game is absolute dogshit.

(Keep in mind, just because I love this game doesn't mean that I think it's above criticism. Criticizing media I enjoy is another way that I engage with it and show appreciation, since it means that I want the game to do better.)

Why the fuck isn't being a mage the norm in the TWST universe like how it is in BNHA or ATLA? There are no negative stigmas against being a mage. The mages aren't isolated from the outside world in Harry Potter, making mage and non-mage marriages uncommon. So there's no fucking reason for it. You'd think being a mage would be a dominant trait passed down for generations thanks to it having an evolutionary advantage. To put into perspective how fucking bizarre this is when I mentioned the fact that only 1 out of 10 people in that world are mages on a Discord server I'm on, the other two people I was talking to were genuinely shocked. They thought that what I said was the truth thanks to it being the most logical. That's how stupid and illogical of a concept this is.

Why doesn't everyone know about overblotting and what that is? Magic is well known in this universe, so you'd think there would be plenty of instances of it happening in the past and it being public knowledge.

Why isn't there an in universe explanation for why people overblot? You think turning into a monster when you use up too much magic would have some some sort of explanation, but it doesn't.

Why doesn't everyone know about STYKs? They have modern level of tech, so you'd think word about that would get out by now.

Why is Briar Valley the fantasy equivalent to the Amish? They aren't blocked off from the rest of the world and still trade with other countries. Why the lack of technology?

Why does magic seem like a part of the environment where people can sense it? How the fuck does that even work?

How is Rollo able to rip magic out of people? People in this universe seem to be born with magic, so wouldn't that be like ripping out someone's heart or brain?

Why is Malleus completely gobsmacked by the fact that humans age and will eventually die? He lives with Silver, who is a fucking human, and should've learnt about this years ago!

Why aren't the fae courts, changelings, the tithe, etc a thing? The fae are known for being morally grey or downright nasty. They punished people for small transgressions (like in Beauty and the Beast). They stole people away to their courts forever to be a servant, pet, wet nurse or even husband/bride. In some myths, they would human sacrifice people every 7 years to fulfill a tithe. Iron is the biggest weakness to them. (The fae from The Folk of Air series by Holly Black are a fantastic example of them.) There's none of that in TWST. While I don't expect the game to add in the human sacrificing and other dark shit, things like the weaknesses to iron and the courts should be.

Why isn't Lilia more fae like? While I can understand Silver, Sebek and to an extent Malleus to lack these traits, Lilia doesn't have an excuse. He's a several hundred year old fae!

Why are a lot of the beastmen automatically put in Savanaclaw? Same goes for Merfolk in Octanivelle and fae with Diasomnia? Shouldn't all of this all determined by personality instead of what fantasy race someone is? (Yes, I know there are a couple exceptions like a beastman being in Heartslabyul, for example. But they are just that, exceptions. All of this should be determined by personality in the first place.)

Why aren't there female faculty and staff at Night Raven? Wouldn't that be grounds for Crowley and even Azul to be sued? All boys schools still have female teachers and staff IRL, so the same should go for NRC.

Why are there hardly any place or city names in the game?

[l1tw1ck]

Tamagotchi Deal

Bottom!FTM!Malleus x Top!Masc!Fae Reader

{Request} | Uses the word clit twice

Contains: Aphrodisiac, Unsafe Sex, Scratching

Words: 963

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Malleus taps his tamagotchi lightly but desperately, trying to get the broken object to turn on. He lets out an exasperated sigh and gives up on the useless tapping. He remembers that you're amazing at technology and fixing things, what with you being from a family of tinkerers and all.

You don't help people for free for though. You have no need for money so the person either promises to fulfill a favor in the future or gets used to complete a task for whatever skill the person has, like strength or brains. He's not too sure what to expect but he'll do anything to fix his tamagotchi.

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"Oh, of course I can fix it." You nod. "I could even make it better.."

Malleus shakes his head. "No, please just keep it the same."

"If you say so." You place the item on your work table. "Now, for compensation." You lift your goggles off your face, revealing your bright colored eyes.

"What do you have in mind?" He looks at you, slightly nervous. You're one of the few people who don't cower in fear in his presence, making him somewhat anxious.

"I'd like to try something." You take off your apron and gloves, giving Malleus a better look at your body. "One of my fae friends gifted me a plant, I want to see how it affects me." You turn around to get the pinkish green plant, contained in a glass jar.

Malleus recognizes it immediately. "It's- It's an aphrodisiac, did they tell you that?"

"Yes, I want you to help me out when it starts to take effect. I won't force you to though. You can do something else."

Malleus bites his lip, he's always found you fascinating since you're so good with technology and he isn't. And now that he's really seeing you...

Your ears are long and pointy, your horns black and intimidating, he wonders what your wings look like. And don't get him started on the rest of your body. He'd feel like a fool to reject you.

Your entire body has various different colored blots of, what he presumes to be oil or ink, splattered all over you. They had practically tainted your undeniably attractive body. The messy tinkerer look has him captivated.

He definitely needs to blow off some steam too. "Okay."

"Great! My room is down there, wait for me. I need to take a shower first." You wave your hand over your messy face.

Malleus nods. "Take your time."

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Malleus looks at you with flushed cheeks as you enter the room with only a towel around your waist.

You look back at Malleus, only wearing his underwear. You give him a part of the plant, already having taken half yourself.

He doesn't miss the hungry look in your eyes as he swallows it, like you want to devour him whole. Not to mention the boner poking through your towel. Your fae features appeared too, showing your loss of control.

You bring him onto the bed, your lips never separating, and pull his underwear off. Your hand finds its way in between Malleus' legs, rubbing his clit.

Malleus taps you for air. Just having your body touching his is too stimulating, your thumb on his clit is sending metaphorical electric bolts throughout his body.

You bite his neck hard, making him yelp in pain and pleasure. He bucks his hips up against your thumb, mewling almost like a small dragon. "Gon- gonna come~!" His voice raises in pitch.

You growl into his ear, pulling him into an orgasm. Malleus is at a higher status than you are and yet he feels below you, meek and at your will.

You rip your towel off and push into him without warning. He squeaks in happiness.

He's so tight around you it's like he never wants to let you leave. Like entering the den of a dragon, the predator will never let the intruder come back out.

Malleus grabs your shoulders and pushes you onto your back. Feeling a new sense of dominance, he digs his nails into your shoulders and rides you.

You buck your hips up into him and meet with his bounces. He still makes the cutest noises when he's on top of you.

He lets go of your shoulder and drags his nails down across your chest and to your lower abdomen, marking you as his. You don't mind the pain or blood since he looks so pretty doing it.

You grab his hips to stop his movements, moving him on your own. Bringing him up and slamming him down, each thrust angled at his g-spot.

Malleus gasps every time you slam him down, his brain being smashed to mush every time you bottom out.

You slam him down one last time, balls deep inside him as you fill him with your seed. Malleus comes the moment he feels the first shot of your cum enter him.

You don't give him any time to process and change positions again, putting him on all fours before fucking him again.

More obscene sounds fill the room, your low groans and growls while you fuck your cum into him added with how wet he is and his sweet moans, you're lucky you live in an obscure area.

You grab his horns and fuck him harder. He gets even more sensitive from that, squeezing you tighter and moaning even louder.

Malleus cries out in pleasure and begs for more. Even as he's about to come he still begs you not to stop.

Even when you come and fill him up even more, he begs you not to stop.

It's going to be a long night but the both of you anticipated that.

[mishkakagehishka]

TW FOR BODY MODIFICATION (MAGIC CURSE), ASSUMED MINOR CHARACTER DEATH, GORE/VIOLENCE (RESULT OF MAGIC CURSE // RESULT OF BIG FIGHT // NOT TO READER )

Could I ask for some hcs for Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia, & Vil Schoenheit (Separately) with a S/O who always wears a mask due to a curse they have? S/O is very physically affectionate and loves giving cute nicknames to their boyfriend, but never kisses him / never takes off their mask. (They have permission from the headmaster to eat in their rooms alone)

Then one day, a vicious fight breaks out in the dining hall while the boys are away in an important meeting for teachers and dorm leaders. When the boys are notified of this drastic fight that’s only getting more and more violent, they get worried, but when news that their S/O is involved reaches them they rush to see what happened.

When they burst into the hall, S/O is a few feet away from the fight, perfectly untouched but very clearly furious as one of their friends (who supported the boys relationship with Reader) lies half dead beneath another student. S/O turns around for a split second to see what the commotion was, and upon seeing it’s the boys, turns sorrowful and says “I had hoped you would never have to see this. Look away if you can Darling” before turning around, pulling down their mask, and running at the student that’s over their friend and pulling them into an open mouthed kiss.

Pure silence greets the hall for a few seconds, before S/O is pushed away and the student they kissed starts convulsing. Thorns rip threw the students body, and right as the student passes out, blood soaked roses bloom from their body.

“Quite a hideous curse isn’t it?”

How do the boys react to the entire situation, how do their attitudes towards S/O’s aversion to kissing / wearing a mask change, and how do they react to the fact that S/O can never be rid of the curse as it’s part of their soul?

Okay, okay, before we start, anon!!!! Have you perhaps considered a storytelling hobby. Whether in the form of screenwriting, prose-writing, comic-drawing, whatever else because. This!!! Is an idea and a half. It's so creative and neat. I'd def encourage you, if it seems like something that'd bring you joy and that'd be fun, to pick up a storytelling medium because if your ideas are half as good as this character concept, that's... so cool and so worth exploring.

Anyway! Warnings: same as what is said in the ask, (non-described, but mentioned) gore, minor character death, mentions of violence, body modification, kinda body horror? Not elaborated on, but mentioned unnatural changes to the body as a result of violence. Lmk if I missed anything <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He was never the type to hold your lack of kisses against you, because of your other ways of showing affection, he was confident you loved him, just didn't like the act of kissing, and he respected that

At times, he felt like prying and asking why exactly you were like that, what the mask was for and why you never took it off, but, to repeat, he respected you and your privacy too much

He decided to wait until you wanted to tell him yourself, if you would.

And one day, during a dorm leaders' meeting, he's told of a violent commotion in the cafeteria - where his beloved said they'd be waiting for him after the meeting was over

To say he freaks out when he hears you're in harm's way is an understatement

He immediately clocks out, telling the person nearest to him to carry the message to the the headmaster because he had no patience left to deal with him

When he gets to the cafeteria, he doesn't know where to look, you're shaken and upset, kneeling by your classmate, who was lying on the floor, his chest static. He wasn't breathing

The only thing Riddle feels is anger as his eyes fall on the person who must have been at fault for everything, but then he sees you reaching to take your mask off

He thought you didn't realise, in your shock, that you're not alone, so he reaches out to gently tell you to keep your mask on - he doesn't know why, but he knows how important it was to you to not be seen without it

But when you tell him that you do realise, and that you need to do this… he lets you be

He trusts you to not do anything stupid, and, even if you do, (he assures you) he's right there next to you, ready to help at your first word

If you tell him to look away, Riddle would. He doesn't want to show disrespect to anyone, least of all to you, so he will honour your wish

He peeks when he thinks it's over, when silence fell in the room, only to see you pulling away from the kiss and the student's body being overtaken by thorns

Riddle is in shock, but he still thinks he should be the one comforting you rather than showing it

Doesn't waste time before grabbing you, holding you close and telling you how he's just happy you're safe and unharmed

He doesn't care about the curse in that moment, if you've learnt to live with it, he will, too

He won't pry or ask questions, but, even if you tell him it's a Sisyphean task, he won't give up on trying to find a way to combat the curse

If not lift it, then just ease the effects. He only wants you to be happy, he'd spend years studying the most niche magic and curse books he can find if it means even a chance at that, even if all it does is ease the surface symptoms by a fraction

He's very stubborn, and he doesn't plan on leaving your side for anything

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was as new to the dating scene as one man with his aura could be, but he was never bothered by your mysterious ways

He thought the mask was interesting, but he never pried, opting to keep you comfortable in his company

That day, for once, he was invited to a dorm leaders' meeting, but he's never regretted something more than when he heard of you being in danger

He wastes no time in leaving the room and sprinting to the hall where he heard the commotion was happening

The moment he sees you, he doesn't mind anything else, he's embracing you and pulling you away from the scene, holding you snug against his chest while telling you he's here to protect you

When you tell him you want to deal with the situation, he takes a moment to decide whether he should allow it even - he just wants you safe

But he lets you, he notices you seem confident, and he trusts you

He will refuse to look away, however

Malleus wants to be able to act in a moment's notice if you need his help in any way, he needs to keep his eye on you

It's when he sees you taking off the mask that the cogs start turning

He doesn't get it - nothing about your face looks as if you need a mask, for what reason did you wear it?

And then he sees you share a kiss with the culprit, and he clenches his fist, but does nothing

He trusts you, he knows you're doing this for a reason

And then the curse takes hold. Malleus is intrigued in a morbid way as he watches the thorns and roses blooming from the corpse

He will approach you when he notices you've calmed down, lightly patting your shoulders and giving you your mask back

He will tell you he doesn't find the curse hideous, he finds it beautiful in a way

With a kiss to the top of your head, he kneels in front of you and hugs you so, so gently, assuring you he could never find anything about you less than divinely beautiful and praise-worthy, even if it's a curse like that

That said, he's also another one who would ignore how futile it is to look for a cure

Because he noticed how upset the curse makes you - he wants to find a cure for your sake

He's certain that, if anyone, his grandmother would be able to help him do so, and he won't give up until she says it's useless

But every day he'll continue assuring you that he's in love with every aspect of yours, and that he'll protect and love you no matter what

Vil Schoenheit

He's the one who found the entire situation somewhat odd and more frustrating than interesting

Vil tried his best to be understanding, but he wanted to be able to see your face and kiss you as he pleased

Still, he loved you too much to fault you for not wanting to show affection in the same way as he did, and he made do with kissing your hands and showering you in compliments as well as well-meaning critiques.

He was bored out of his mind at the dorm leaders' meeting when the news reached them of a commotion

He didn't care at all until he heard you were there as well, at which point he excused himself and said he absolutely must leave to help.

Uncaring for the wrinkles in his clothes and the movement messing up his hair, he makes sure to arrive at the hall as fast as he is able to run

Immediately asks you if you're okay, he wants vocal confirmation

Vil will tell you to step away from your classmate and come to his side, that he'll deal with the miscreant, and he will insist if you say you'll just deal with it yourself

He tells you that it's dangerous, that it's his responsibility as a dorm leader to take care of situations like this, and that it's his responsibility as your boyfriend to protect you

You'll have to ignore him and just do what you think should be done

He refuses to look away because he's busy scolding you for not listening to him and putting yourself in harm's way

He tries to stop you and pull you away, but freezes when he sees you kiss the culprit

Before he can even ask what you're doing, the culprit drops to the floor, and his corpse blooms in thorns and roses

He will disagree with you when you say it's hideous, opting to focus on the fact that it kept you safe and subdued the culprit

Even if the aesthetic sense is lacking, it has a practical function

He doesn't leave your side for the rest of the day, and he will fuss over you and any injuries you may have sustained for quite some time

He won’t say it outright, but his main concern isn’t the curse, instead he feels as if he failed you by not being able to protect you or prevent the situation in some way

He’ll ask you how you got cursed, he’ll want to hear if there’s a reason (and a culprit he can dispose of), but he won’t force you to tell him

If you don’t want him to look for a cure, he’ll look on his own without burdening you with it - he doesn’t want to let you down nor make it seem as if he is disrespecting your wishes

He just wants you to be happy and not have to worry, not when you have him on your side

[liviavanrouge]

A bell went off, Ollie looking up, their investigation coming to an end. "Everyone, meet at the gym, it's time for the Class Trial!"Monokuma announces cheerfully. Ollie walked out with the others, meeting up with Group A on the way there, getting a nod from Jack. The students entered the gym, finding a staircase leading underground in the middle of the room. Ollie went down first, the rest gradually following her. "Welcome to the Trial room, take your seats!"Monokuma greeted. Everyone divided, staying within their groups as they sat down at the long desks. "The two students who died today, Leona Kingscholar and Zaiyu!"Monokuma cackled. "We already know it was clearly Golden!"Jack growled. "Golden was with me!"Vil retorted.

"Hey! I didn't say begin, but go ahead"Monokuma giggled. "Golden has to be the Blackened, I saw him wondering around last night muttering to himself!"Jack growled. "Wait a moment...how did you see him last night if you also saw him this morning, you said he was up before all of us..."Rook demanded. Jack froze, his ears flattened back, Livia frowning at him. "Golden doesn't have an alibi..."Ruggie says. "HE DOES!"Ollie retorted. "I saw him last night, he was fidgeting with Livia's bracelet, he told me he was worried for his siblings!"Ollie informed. "Golden indeed was, he came to my room muttering to himself, and told me how he was worried someone might take advantage of the others, for example, Shadows slight temper, Silvers habit to fall asleep randomly, Marias kindness and Livia's childishness"Vil nodded.

"Is that what he was muttering about?"Jack asked. "Definitely"Vil nodded. "Why don't we put all our evidence in the middle..."Riddle suggests. "It could help narrow down the suspects"Trey nodded. Trey pulled out purple nail polish, a piece of wet paper and a bracelet, causing Ollie's eyes to widen before glancing at Goldens wrist, finding his bracelet gone. Livia must've recognized the bracelet as well, because she opened her mouth but Silver hushed her, telling her it was time to show evidence not to talk. Epel pulled out a plastic bag with Zaiyus left ear inside, the golden hair, and the ripped fabric, making Ollie perk up when he didn't pull the photo of the nail polish on the pole out. "That's all of it?"Riddle asked surprised. "Oh we also found this"Jack says placing an eyelash on the desk.

"That's my bracelet!"Livia blurted pointing to the bracelet in front of Trey. All suspicious eyes went to Livia, causing Golden's eyes to widen but he kept quiet, giving Livia a small nod. "I gave it...to Golden..."Livia adds on reluctantly. "Then Golden gave it to me to keep in case he died"Vil adds on, Golden looking startled. Everyone stared at Vil, who seemed unbothered, Ollie noticing how stiff he looked. "How are we supposed to know who it was!"Jack demanded. "Evidence is pointing towards Vil the most"Cater says looking back at Jack. "I still think it was Golden"Jack sighed. "Wait, it could be Livia, how do we know she actually gave the bracelet to Golden!"Ruggie retorted. "Hold it Ruggie! Did you forget what I said, I told you I found Golden in the hallway fidgeting with it as he worried for his siblings!"Ollie frowned.

"Ah...my bad..."Ruggie says remembering now. The arguments continued, Ollie listening to everyone carefully. "We can cast anyone who's not blond out right?"Malleus asked. "I don't think so, how do we now the Blackened didn't place the hair there to steer us away!"Ollie corrected. "That's a good point..."Malleus sighed. Ollie continued to listen, her eyes widening when she heard Vil. "Maybe the Blackened purposefully placed nail polish on the pole where Zaiyu died..."Vil suggests. "Wait!"Ollie gasped. "Yes?"Vil blinked. "Vil how did you know their was nail polish on the pole?"Ollie asked. "We never mentioned the nail polish on any pole..."Ollie frowned. "Oh, Golden and Vil never investigated with us so how did Vil know!!"Sebek says startled.

"Amber filled us in"Vil replied. "I did, sorry Ollie, I told Vil"Amber nodded. Ollie frowned, staring Amber down. "Hm..."Ollie frowned. "Wait Golden...why were you in the library this morning?"Deuce asked Golden's eyes widening. "Eh?!" Deuce looked at everyone surprised, then blinked twice. "Wait...did I not mention I saw Golden go to the library this morning at around 2?"Deuce asked. "NO YOU DUMMY!"Ace shouted. "Also Golden, why were you bandaging your arms as well after you came back?"Deuce asked. "Bandages?"Vil flinched. Ollie grabbed Golden's arms, pulling the sleeve down. "Golden!"Jack snarled. "Why'd you do it Golden?"Trey asked. "I didn't!"Golden yelled. "Explain the bandages, Zaiyu fights back and so does Leona, they wouldn't go down so easily!"Jack yelled.

"Exactly, Zaiyu doesn't go down without a proper fight! My brother gets back up no matter how injured he is!"Sheryn agreed getting to her feet. "I didn't kill anyone!"Golden gasped."IT WAS ME!"Vil yelled standing up immediately. Everyone looked at Vil, their eyes wide. "It was me...not Golden..."Vil muttered. "Why...what are you talking about!"Epel demanded. Vil raised his hands, revealing his messed up nails, the polish looking as if it's been smeared off too may times. "Roi Du Poison..."Rook says. "Golden...he was going to murder them...but they were still alive so I did it!"Vil yelled. "I drowned Leona by dunking his head in the water and tying the water filled plastic bag as I did, then I tied him to the chair and left him there!"Vil says.

"I caught Golden fighting Zaiyu...so I...I finished him off when Golden left!"Vil adds on. "I'm getting a clear view of what happened now..."Epel says. "The morning started off with Golden waking up before everyone to commit the murders, Jack saw him...Golden did his usual meet in Vil's room and Vil noticed something was up"Epel says. "He followed Golden through the halls, collecting items as he did so, Golden might've been training to be a knight but he lacked the ability to sense if he was being followed, Golden went to the pool first after sending Leona the letter to meet him there, and waited for the second prince to come. When Leona arrived that's when Golden attacked, using his knight training to his advantage, Leona must've slashed the bracelet off of Golden's wrist which would explain the cut rope"Epel continued on.

"Golden knocked Leona out with a blow that'd be fatal to the head, he left thinking Leona was dead but he wasn't. Vil attacked Leona while he was still recovering and drowned the prince, placing the water filled plastic bag on his head and tying it with the cord he brought with him, tying Leona to the chair must've been a struggle...now that he'd be fully alert so Vil must've used his nail polish to hit Leona's vital points Golden hit, giving him enough time to tie him down..."Epel adds on. "Vil then left Leona to drown, continuing to follow Golden who he tracked to the library, which is where Deuce saw him but clearly left, then Vil found Golden in a fierce brawl with Zaiyu to kill him...Golden must've managed to slice Zaiyus ears off with the bloody scissors...and left him to bleed out, but Vil made sure Zaiyu was actually dead and killed him with the pole"Epel adds.

"After Golden left to bandage his arms, Vil grabbed Zaiyu and impaled him on the pole thus smearing his finger on it"Epel continued on. "What about the fabric and the hair..."Sheryn snarled. "Golden must've lost the fabric but Vil smeared his nail on it to make us think it was him, the same with Zaiyus ear"Epel replied. "Is that all correct Vil?"Epel asked giving him an apologetic look. "Yes...you got it all Epel, but you missed one detail...the hair...Zaiyu managed to pull some of Golden's hair out, so that didn't belong to me"Vil says. Golden stared at Vil in shock, his nails sinking into the wooden desk. "Do we vote now?"Sheryn demanded. Monokuma cackled and nodded, buttons appearing in front of them. Everyone voted for Vil, who smiled sadly when a big green circle appeared, meaning the guess was correct.

"Vil..."Golden says. Vil smiled at Golden and sighed. "You stupid potato...why would you think I'd let you take the fall after everything that has happened...Golden, I love you but I couldn't bare to see you do this...I know you were doing it to save one of your siblings...but I had to interfere..."Vil smiled. Golden gripped Vil's hand, looking horrified. "Don't leave me...Vil..."Golden begged. Vil smiled sadly and turned away, walking over to Monokuma. "At least let me go out in style"Vil says. Rook walked over, painting Vil's nails, fixing him up. Vil sighed and walked away down the hall, Monokuma following in surprise. Lilia looked at Golden, before patting his son's arm as Vil's execution begun. Everyone looked towards the screen, Golden keeping his eyes on the ground.

Vil stood on a stage in front of a crowd, taking pictures of him as he started to sing, glancing towards the camera watching him. The music started to get high pitched, Vil falling to his knees, covering his ears as blood started to come from his nose. Items started being thrown, Vil getting up, struggling to say conscious from how high pitched everything was begining to become. He coughed, feeling the air start to get shallow, making is harder for him to continue his performance. He looked at the camera and smiled, falling forward into the crowd, Golden's eyes widened as the crowd started beating the male up as Vil went unconscious. Golden fell to his knees, his hands trembling. "He deserves it...now he knows how it feels..."Sheryn says. Golden stayed on the ground, his siblings staging with him as the others left.