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Hewwo :3 sooo I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing hcs for the characters' reaction to reader(MC) being a 10-12 year old girl?? Like a slightly bratty, but endearing and energetic type. Think preppy Sephora girl💀 that would be super great, don't push urself tho💚
Twst characters with a 12 y/o Mc!
A/n: Hellooo! So sorry for the wait but here it is! You didn’t tell me which characters so I hope you don’t mind about the ones that I picked!🤍
Characters: Vil, Ace, And riddle!
Platonic! Twst x fem!reader
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Vil Schoenheit
“Aren’t you too young to be wearing that?” “And aren’t you too old to be wearing that ton of makeup?”
Yeah vil didn’t like the slight attitude you had when you two first met.
But after getting to know you better during the VDC and after his overblot, you two became good buddies.
He treats you like a little sibling so just know that he will check up on you every now and then. (Especially if you’re out with the first year gang, he doesn’t want you to get in trouble or worse, hurt)
Will scold you from time to time when you act slightly bratty to him or anyone else. He can’t have you acting like that to anyone and will make sure you are respectful.(If it’s neige though…he might encourage you from the sidelines…)
Definitely will take you out to buy some clothes. Seriously headmage, how can you have a young child running around with used up/torn clothes? The media will for sure have a field day with this if they were to find out.
Shows you how to do make up. BUT, he still thinks you’re too young to be wearing it so he will only do it when he wants to experiment or when you want to take pictures together. (Which will only be light makeup)
Has rook look after you when he’s too busy to do it himself. You are a magic less girl from an unknown world so of course he’s going to be scared for your safety.
Makes sure you are stocked up with sanitary products. Big brother vil will make sure you are doing alright and have everything you need.
Girls night after a long day or exam week!
Tries not to post you too much on his magicam. He either posts you on close friends OR has a secret magicam account that only his close friends + you know about. He can’t have you being bothered by paparazzi or crazy obsessive fans.
Ace trappola
“Whose annoying little sister is this?” “Whose dumb son is this?”
Yeah…you and ace did not get along at first.
The two of you cannot go a second without arguing with one another about random stuff.
But after some time. The two of you get close and tada! You now have an annoying protective older brother ready to fight anyone who dares to insult/hurt you!
You two are a NIGHTMARE when you guys are together.
You guys will tease and make fun of people when the two of you are together.
PRANKS. DEAR LORD THE FREAKING PRANKS.
Poor deuce is a victim because of all the pranks you and ace pulled on him.
You guys both got collared by riddle this one time because the two of you decided it was going to be a good idea to switch riddles shampoo with pink hair dye.
He’s the type to literally burp or fart on you when you’re trying to do homework or just scrolling through twisttok.
Like it’s not even funny but HE thinks it’s the most hilarious thing in all of twisted wonderland.
And you think it’s the most annoying and disgusting thing ever.
Shares his snacks with you but starts complaining the moment the others asks for some.
He always makes sure you are safe when you guys are facing another overblot.
Invites you to his games and always brags about how awesome and cool he is. (Typical older brother behavior)
Will steal your snacks when you are not looking. Hey! He shares his food with you so it’s only fair you do the same.
Movies Nights with the first year gang is a must! Will literally laugh and record you as you scream and jump at every jump scare the movie has. (You always smack or throw a pillow at him. Demanding for him to delete it)
You force him to wear face masks and have a girls night with you. Will complain and whine but stills does it anyway to make you happy.
Riddle Roseheart
“Excuse me but that was very rude of you” “Eh? Why is a child trying to scold me”
Instant collar
Riddle will not tolerate such behavior and disrespect. Especially from a child!
Will take some time for him to warm up to you.
The constant rule breaking and the talk back was enough to turn him red and collar you every chance he gets.
But once he starts warming up to you, he stops and starts to treat you like a little sister.
You also stop with the rule breaking and the talk back. (Welll you stopped talking back and you TRY not to break as many rules)
Will help you study for any upcoming test or exams.
He can’t have you failing and having poor grades. So you better thank him for the good grades you currently have.
Invites you to unbirthday parties.
You for some reason love painting the roses red. So when you’re over at heartsalbyul, you help with painting the roses.
You wanted to make riddle happy so you spent a whole month learning the 810 rules of the Queen of hearts to make him happy.
And boy was he happy
Literally almost shed tears of happiness
Ace should learn a thing or two from you
Buys you cute tea cup sets! And also tried baking a tart for you with the help of Trey. (It turned out alright!)
Also protective of you
Gets mad when Crowley has you running around doing errands for him which he can clearly do HIMSELF.
You give him a heart attack every time you are out with the first year gang. He has both ace and deuce promise him nothing bad will happen to you when you are out with them. Or else it will be an instant collar.
Let’s you play and help him take care of the hedgehogs
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A/n: This was so fun to write! Sorry if some are ooc🥲
#inuiiwonderland🤍#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#platonic twst#platonic twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst imagines#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland disney#twst heartslabyul#twst pomefiore#twst vil schoenheit#twst ace trappola#twst riddle rosehearts
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I don't know how to request stuff very well but I wanted to have a Platonic Twisted Wonderland boys (+staff) with a reader who doesn't like the way that most of their body looks because I don't like a lot of things with my appearance and the bois are my comfort but not romantically (taken and gay lol)
❗Self hate, mentioned Ed, body hate❗
Riddle, Leona, Kalim, and Sam
Riddle sees you as a little sister figure, and takes care to keep his emotions in check because he doesn't want to hurt his little sister
Riddle is dumbfounded when he finds out, how could you think of yourself like that. He only takes things he thinks are perfect or extraordinary because of his mother.
For you to say that you hate your appearance will make him step up and grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
"You are like a little sister to me and let me tell you one thing, you are beautiful and if you don't believe it than tough, I never lie." Or something along those lines
Will look for tricks to help you look prettier to yourself but will probably leave that to Cater. He might even paint his nails with you and let his guard down, who knows
The reason Leona is so protective of you is because you are his family. His niece to be exact. He likes you more than anyone else in the family and so you look up to him the most
When you tell him that you hate the way you look at first he thinks your joking until he sees your eyes
Unshed tears that reminds him of when you were a younger cub and when he was a cub so he'll sit with you and allow you to explain to him - what don't you like
"Little cub, I am here and that is all that matters, your heart is better than your looks anyways. People who are too pretty annoy me." Something like that. Extra points if he makes you laugh.
But he Will start working out with you (so you don't hurt yourself or lose motivation) and will do your hair every day
Kalim is your best friend and partner in crime, often stealing away treats Jamil makes from the kitchens, so hearing you say that you don't like the way you look will cause him to start sobbing.
He is so nice too because he just wants to know what you don't like. Protect the sweet potato
"What?! I think your beautiful though! You are, and the rain in your head is messing with you! I will convince you that you are pretty!" (I like thinking he calls negative thoughts rain) Saying something like that
Will ask Jamil for help 100%
⚠ Mentioned Ed and thought of Ed ⚠
Your just his favorite imp that comes by the shop all the time, so it's a friendly, familiar relationship between a student and teacher
His friends on the other side told him about the whole thing and how you thought about starving yourself to lose weight.
He approached you immediately and told you he knew. You cried instantly saying that you needed to lose weight.
"My favorite imp, not like that. We can talk to Vargas about exercises for your body type. Just...please...don't starve yourself." I feel like he would offer you a different option to lose weight - even if you are in a healthy weight range - to burn fat.
#twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#platonic twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland staff
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Rules
Yes: platonic (most of my writing); romantic (specified in list); hate on Crowley, gore descriptions, angst where the reader comes out better than the others, comfort; wholesome fluff; age regression; CONSTRUCTIVE criticism
No: she/her pronouns; sexual scenes; hints of sexual scenes; reader death; angst without some kind of comfort for reader in the end
No not interact if: you are a child or are currently regressed (for your own safety), your intent is to cause/seek for/create/bring up/ect. drama/problems/hate/ect.; against any skin color/gender identity/ect.
Twisted Wonderland
I'm at the SDC right now. Don't slaughter me, please. I'm fairly new.
-Riddle: Platonic
-Ace: Platonic
-Deuce: Platonic
-Cater: Platonic
-Trey: Platonic
-Leona: Platonic
-Jack: Platonic, Romantic
-Ruggie: Platonic
Azul: Platonic, Romantic (one of my bros crushes)
-Jade: Platonic
-Floyd: Platonic
-Kalim: Platonic, Romantic (my bro thinks both Kalim and Azul are hot, so... why not write for him)
-Jamil: Platonic, angst galore (still not a fan of his lies)
-Vil: Platonic (new father figure)
-Epel: Platonic
-Rook: Platonic, Romantic
-Idia: Platonic, Romantic
-Ortho: Platonic
-Hornton: Platonic, Romantic
-Silver: Platonic
-Sebek: Platonic
-Lilia: Platonic (father figure 2)
-Grim: Platonic
-Crowley: Platonic
-Crewel: Platonic
-Trien: Platonic
-Sam: Platonic
-...Vargos?(flight teacher): Platonic
How to Train Your Dragon
All of them are on the table, including Riders/Defenders of Berk.
-Hiccup: Platonic, Romantic
-Astrid: Platonic, Romantic
-Everyone else: Platonic
The Walking Dead (Show)
I'm on Season Five. No murder please. I'm very busy.
-Daryl: Platonic, Romantic
-Michonne: Platonic, Romantic
-...Everyone Else: Platonic (I realized just now that there are only two who I can think of in a romantic light)
The Walking Dead (Books (Manga?))
I'm reading the books. The third is the last Compendium I have.
-Michonne: Platonic, Romantic
-Everyone Else: platonic
#platonic x reader#x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#platonic twst#platonic twst x reader#platonic twisted wonderland#platonic twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twd x reader#the walking dead x reader#platonic twd#platonic the walking dead#platonic the walking dead x reader#platonic twd x reader#agere imagine#agere#agere twst#age regression twisted wonderland#agere twd#age regression twd#httyd x reader#how to train your dragon x reader#platonic httyd#platonic how to train your dragon#platonic httyd x reader#platonic how to train your dragon x reader#agere httyd#age regression how to train your dragon
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read left - > right
she ace on my trap til i pola
#is this considered aceyuu#i asked while drawing a marriage scene#cant gwt aany more platonic than this#this was like supposed to be from months ago but#yea#where is deuce you may be wondering#idk i didnt think this far ahead#srs tags go!!!#twst#twisted wonderland#twst ace#ace trappola#twst oc#twst yuu#twst mc#aceyuu#ace x yuu#i guess?#grim#hes there too ig#twst grim#my art
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Not me writing something no one asked for. Anyways, the Mc/reader isn't an adult, but they are originally from the modern world. The MC has a sibling/sisterly bond with the Tempesta girls. This is also all platonic.
As you sleep with Grim curled by your side, thousands of memories swirl through through you mind. One memory in particular repeats itself, the last thing you recall before arriving to the Twisted Wonderland.
In your memory, you sit by the window in you quarters on the Great Royal Fortune, the very name of the sailing frigate amuses you due to Royal Fortune naming said ship after herself. The words of said brunette-haired pirate wishing you a good night as she retreated to her own room echo in your mind. Footsteps slowly approach your door, just before you could stand, the wooden door creaks open allowing a familiar blue-haired ghost ship in.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now, MC."
You look to Mary Celeste, wondering why she's up. Mary seems to sense your confusion, she smiles softly.
"Nightmares have been keeping me up lately. I... Well, you know me and fire don't mix well."
Mary sighs, you quickly respond,
"I see, are you alright?"
You tilt your head slightly, Mary softly smiles and nods.
"Yeah... Sometimes I forget I'm a seaborne ghost and not just a ship. I may be old compared to you, but those scars are still very young."
Mary speaks, the emotions in her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her mind. You decide to tell her why you weren't sleeping.
"I couldn't sleep either, the storm we went through while fighting the Si- I mean, the Echo Fleet has me on edge. I thought I'd count the stars to try and fall asleep, just like counting sheep."
Mary softly chuckles at your words, she leaves your quarters for a few moments leaving you confused. The ghost ship returns quickly with a small and light wooden chair, most likely from her quarters.
"Mind if I join you?"
You nod as Mary hands you the blanket off your bed to ensure your body isn't chilled by her ghostly presence. You wrap your blanket around your shoulders as Mary soon sits beside you, the two of you counting stars together until you slip into a peaceful slumber, Mary having fallen asleep a few minutes after sitting down with you.
Every part of you misses the chaos, small fights, and joy aboard the Great Royal Fortune. Mary chasing Whydah around, Adventure Galley being her grumpy self, São Martinho watching the waves for danger, Golden Hind making new business plans, and Royal Fortune cheerfully talking your ear off while happily guiding the large sailing frigate through the vast ocean.
Before you can reminisce any further, you feel something poking and prodding at your face, and Grim's voice soon echoing throughout the room.
"Hench-human! Wake up! You have to feed me my tuna! I don't want to go to school without food. I won't become the greatest mage on an empty stomach!"
Grim yowls as you slowly awaken, softly yawning.
"I know, I know... I'm awake, Grim. Let me get changed and I'll feed you."
You reply as Grim rushes to the kitchen. You soon begin changing into your school, but you pause when you see something in the pants pocket of your old clothes, the clothing you were wearing when you arrived to Twisted Wonderland.
You reach your hand into the pocket and pull out the golden compass Royal Fortune had given you, the very item brings back both good and bad memories. You place the compass down to finish changing into your uniform, as soon as your finished you place the small object into your pocket and head to the kitchen where Grim is waiting impatiently.
#twisted wonderland#azur lane#Azur Lane Mary Celeste#Azur Lane Royal Fortune#Azur Lane Golden Hind#Azur Lane Adventure Galley#Azur Lane São Martinho#Azur Lane Whydah#twst grim#platonic Twisted Wonderland
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They're bound to run out of good board games at soMe point
#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#twisted wonderland#twst#twst idia#twst azul#idia shroud fanart#azul ashengrotto fanart#twst board game club#idiazu#☆▪DEAL#please feel free to imagine what they could be saying i couldn't think of dialogue;;;#anywhomst; two of my favorite boys i care them very much and it's so fun to see them being so casual with each other#of course i tag as ship but feel free to consider it platonic as well :]
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*Napping somewhere in the botanical garden*
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey, I had a dream about you last night
Leona: Really?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yep
Leona: What was I wearing?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, shrugging: Nothing
Leona: I was butt ass naked in your dream? 🤨
Leona: you've never even seen my butt ass naked, how'd you- you better not be influenced by Rook
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: No, I mean like nothing special
Leona: ...
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, looking at him up and down (especially his Jesus sandals): you lack drip expeditiously my guy 😐
Leona: As if you're any better with those rags
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yea but here's the thing, these are school uniform hand-me-downs and I'm poor, your royalty and rich yet you still chose to look the way you do? 🤨
Leona, frowning: ...Go back to sleep
Dividers from/by: @/cafekitsune
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst memes#twst game#random-twst-things-incorrect-quotes#twisted wonderland x reader#🌺. random twst things#twst mc#twst x reader#twst leona kingscholar#twst leona#leona#leona kingscholar#leona x reader#?#twst rook#twst leona x reader#i think#you can read it as platonic or romantic 🧍🏽♀️#gn reader#gn y/n#dividers from: @cafekitsune
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everyone awoke to malleus defeated. except for you meant to be read as platonic malleyuu but can be read as romantic.
Malleus could hardly breathe. every inhale felt like it was too small, like the air surrounding him was too thin. His lungs were empty, barren, and dry. And then he would exhale. a shaky breath. It rattled his bones and burned in his chest. As if nothing but flames raged in his insides. Before him laid a friend, a betrayed comrade, someone who put too much trust in the wrong people. You. You were asleep there, in a bed of thorns and roses, nestled deep and safe. Each petal cradled your cheek like a picture frame and you were a work of art. It all felt so clinical, so far away that Malleus could hardly tear his eyes away from your sleeping form. while constricted by vines to your familiar bed in ramshackle, no thorns pierced your skin. you knew no pain lying there. only dreams. It hardly felt real.
Malleus had made a mistake. He knew he had as soon as the blot began pouring from behind his tongue. but he couldn't stop it. the delirium. it poured out of him like a cracked glass of sand. In those fleeting moments, nothing had mattered more to him. The blot retched every single negative emotion out of his soul, bearing it for the world to bear witness to. And he was ashamed.
but you and the others had succeeded against him, saving all of your classmates and himself from the curse of eternal slumber. One by one, they all began awakening. Eyelids fluttering in the new morning sun. He awoke to the sound of laughter and cheers while he laid there on the broken floor, alone and empty and so so cold. Quietly, Malleus raised his head to thank? Curse? The Ramshackle prefect that laid beside him.
only, you remained there. asleep. too far gone and too far deep for anyone to reach out to. it was like your soul and body were separated, torn asunder. the only sign of life was your chest moving up and down from the breath that filled your lungs. At the moment, Malleus thought perhaps you were simply exhausted, with the heavy bags under your eyes and the pale complexion dusting your cheeks. Like the others, he thought that you only needed more rest. But days passed and there were still no signs of life behind those closed eyes. The teachers talked amongst themselves, unwilling or perhaps unable to offer any sort of explanation. There were talks about asking for assistance from other bodies but they were quick to be shot down. It seemed like nobody knew what to do with you. Or… your body.
Nobody took it well.
Malleus in particular had ceased his studies, locking himself away in your room in Ramshackle. Ace and Deuce would appear on occasion, Grim in tow, but the three were quick to make themselves scarce once Malleus made it clear he was not leaving your bedside. He sat there for hours, uncaring of the passing of time as night became morning and dawn became dusk. What were mere days to a nigh immortal fae. If this was his curse, to watch the one human who befriended him and suffered for it waste away from his own folly, then so be it. Every morning, like clockwork, he sat there. Unflinching. Unmoving. Like a gargoyle. His eyes were empty and red, long dried from tears but he couldn’t drag himself away from you - he refused to even think of calling you a corpse.
This day was like any other. He sat there beside you, his hands in his lap, the book he had foolishly planned to humor to read had been cast aside long forgotten, but for some reason the sight of you there pricked at his heart more than before. His voice came out quiet, weak from disuse, but he made an effort all the same.
“My child of man.” he croaked, his tone heavy with shame and sadness, “I will not ask you for forgiveness.”
He took a shaky breath. Hesitantly, he reached out with a weak hand and clasped your own. The thorns around you pricked him and drew blood, but he paid no mind to it. He felt nothing. Numb. Malleus choked back tears as he pulled your hands close to his chest and against his still beating heart. He lowered his head in agony as he confessed like a convict at death’s door. “What I have done to you is unforgivable.”
He held you to him. Like if he held onto you tight enough, you wouldn’t fall even more to pieces. “You were my first true friend, my closest companion. The only one who treated me as if I was an equal…” He bit back a sob as he tried to cradle his face between his hands, desperate for your touch to once again warm his bones. But there was nothing. Only the cold. “And now I’ve lost you.”
“And not a day shall pass in the centuries that I am cursed to live will I ever forget your smile.” Then with an almost reverent touch, the prince brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of your hand. His lips stayed there, the taste of salt and skin filling his tongue, but he made no effort to move while he cried.
So far gone was he that he never noticed the batting of eyelashes, the furrowed brows, or the intake of breath. So far gone that it wasn’t until he felt your hand, tiny and weak, press against his dark hair, did he lift his head.
“Good morning, Hornton.”
#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#reader insert#malleus draconia#malleus x reader#i love platonic malleyuu ok#also hes quoting maleficent from her movie and i love platonic love so sosososo much#also hornton is OBJECTIVELY the funnier name i stand by this
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Malleus and Yuu being adorable besties be like:
#platonic malleus x yuu/reader lives rent free in my heart✨💚#twst#twst memes#twst malleus#twst yuu#malleus draconia#malleus x yuu#malleus draconia x reader#malleus x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst imagines#twst fluff#twisted wonderland
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grandpa doodles before i skidaddle back to work….
#guys im beinf fr i really miss them#i miss them…..#LAST TIME WE SAW THEM WAS DECEMBER#twisted wonderland#twst#lilia vanrouge#disney twisted wonderland#baul zigvolt#baur zigvolt#im still in denial with that localization spelling but oh well#artists on tumblr#twst lilia#thank u grandpas to being part of healing my depression#tacc0yak1art#holy shit i forgot to put this tag#twst baul#book 7 spoilers#idk is this lilibaul????#lilibaul#i think??????#it can be seen as platonic besties#honestly#war veteran besties also hits close to home
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Intrusive thought
Maybe epilogue to this lol.
#twisted wonderland#twst#divus crewel#twst crewel#twst comic#twst fanart#twst yuu mc#divus crewel x yuu#platonic#twst fanfic#crewel be resisting the call of fatherhood#transformation potions are forbidden for a reason#yunart#i love crewel adopting yuu stuff#but him being reluctant about it makes it so much funnier#NRC staff#twst nrc#is this platonic yandere lol
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Winter Break | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Sam never considered himself a parent in any capacity. Sure he worked at a school but all that meant was that his clientele were snot-nosed brats, who are the perfect consumers for his on-campus shop. It was a great way to make money and how could he ever be bored when he could be let in on the dramatic inner workings of the student body. Usually he was generally indifferent with the mages he sold to but that was when they were just the selfish mean-spirited boys he dealt with.
“Oh thank you Mister Sam!”
It wasn’t a breath of fresh air to actually have one of the students respect him. It was just weird. Of course, his shadows clearly thought otherwise whispering excitedly about their misadventures to become a new student. It was against his will that he’d heard that they hailed from another world and were sharing the place of a student with a little monster. Now he couldn’t deny it was interesting that they’d united the students without magic. What kind of average human were they to actually force these wild kids to obey without collaring them?
“Do you think (Y/n) will like this? They have been saying how hard it is navigating Ramshackle at night.”
“Hmph do what you want.They should be happy we’re getting them anything.”
“We?”
“Yeah I mean I’m hear anyways I might as well.”
Perhaps it was these first years, that were just opening their horizons to someone new. A lesson he’d seen hundreds of arrogant seniors learn on their internships. That there were plenty of people not proficient in magic and that were prone to be peaceful. Heck, he wondered if they’d act the same with those preppy RSA kids.
“Evening Sam, I was wondering if you could help me.”
“Help you? What a surprise! Usually you’re the one coming to me to offer your help, Azul.”
“Haha very funny. Now what do you think is a good gift for someone you want to like you?”
Nevermind. All of them were losing their minds and it was all over the one they called the prefect. By the time he’d begun to accept that this was a widespread phenomenon he found himself beginning to change as well.
“Hey I just got a shipment of that tuna, Grim likes.”
“Thanks Sam but how did you know he preferred this kind? He always gets so pouty when I guess.”
The Shadows.”A…little bird told me.”
That fact kept him up at night. Specifically because he was wondering why it became a routine for the shadows to return with a full-on report on the prefect’s day before they helped him reload stock. Or why it irked him so much more to know that Crowley had time in the day to spend hours browsing his shop's shelves while the prefect finished a spending sheet the headmaster should be typing.
Guess that’s why he was so curious about those anticipated weeks.
“Where are you going for the Winter Break?"
You stopped in the middle of the motion of putting the box on it’s shelf. Staring blankly through the opening of the shelf as if you’d find the answer there. Mentally searching you found there was no set answer for this; barely you could recall the time you spent in Epel’s hometown but other than that no one had invited you anywhere. Not yet at least.
“Yeah hench-(Y/n) where we goin’?”
Grim’s question reminded you that Sam was waiting. Continuing to put the box in it’s place you stepped away back to the unpacked boxes.
“I don’t know…I just thought we’d stay here with the faeries like Crowley would want.”
Sam scoffed, “You shouldn’t be worrying about that bird. Is there somewhere you want to go?”
You smiled to yourself, shaking your head; well-aware he was hidden behind a fully stocked shelf. With a nearby box-cutter you opened the box beckoning an annoyed Grim to take it’s contents and put them where they should be.
“What about you, Sam? Anywhere you want to go?”
The famous redirect. Sam was prepared. While he wasn’t as easy to derail as his older coworkers or as confrontational about it when they did notice he wouldn’t be deterred so easily.
“Of course once the shop is closed I’m headed back home.”
“Oh where’s that?”
“Porto’bliss, its not the fanciest place but it has it’s moments. If you’d like I wouldn’t mind you coming with.”
The open-ended invitation made your heart swell. A break sounded great but a break without Crowley and his chores sounded lovely. Even better instead of slowly coming to miss your friends on an empty campus you could discover a new place with someone who had your best interests in mind. You’d have to think about it though, wouldn’t want to be hasty in case something really important needed to be done on campus.
“What do you think, Grim?” Sam asked opening a familiar pack of sweets that had the monster beaming.
“That sounds like a great idea! (Y/n) let’s go!”
Peeking from behind your shelf to see Grim dig into the opened bag, Sam mischeviously shrugs when you send him a look.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
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Mozus Trein set a book down with more force then he needed to. His grey eyes daring a glance at the happy facial expression of the prefect lightly petting Lucius. He looks away before you can see where the cat is glaring back at-just as disturbed as his owner. Looking past the professor it’s Grim sleeping on the bookshelf you’d organized minutes ago. Figuring it’s better then him whining about your helping Trein you continue on talking.
“Yeah while I was helping stock with him, he offered we go to Porto’bliss. Have you ever been?”
The professor returned his gaze back to the essay he was grading, lightly coughing into his gloved hand a nice way to hide his grimace.
“Yes my wife and I traveled there for an anniversary. It has a very rustic feel,” he listened to you hum. Quickly adding on,” but we never went back. Mostly on the account that a lot of the…facilities are outdated.”
He fought the triumphant twitch on his small smile practically hearing the disgruntled “Oh” coming from you. The professor felt a slight twinge of guilt exacerbating his experience there. In truth it was only one establishment like that but until you’d go to prove him wrong he’d stand by his experience.
“But if you’d like a modern, family-filled environment my daughters are joining me at our estate in the Shaftlands. If you’d like to come.”
He adored the unfiltered joy on your face at his offer before it shriveled with that wonderfully loathsome politeness lowering your expectations. “I appreciate that but I wouldn’t want to get in the way. This is the only time your daughters get to see you after all.”
The warm chuckle from the older man had you looking up,” Oh no they’d be overjoyed if you came. They’d adore having someone younger than I around.”
That wast the most polite way he’d thought of masking the real reason they wouldn’t mind. He didn’t dare look at the growing pile of letters from his daughters. Rarely were they inclined to respond to his letters, hoping he’d switch to a more modern medium. But the second his writings started to describe an overworked, otherworldly prefect they began responding in a heartbeat.
Do they have mother? Have they spoken of one?
Are you bringing them home? Please say you will! We’d spoil them to bits!
They won’t have to go back will they? A normal school is probably safer then that school!
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPAPA!
PLEASE Papa let’s give (Y/n) a real home!
He was sure he raised his girls right. He really did. He also taught them to be women unafraid of others and determined in every aspect of their life. It begged the question if that determination translated to abducting relocating the prefect in the shoddy abandoned dorm. This was nicer. A peaceful invitation that you could unfortunately decline accept and slowly integrate yourself into the Trein household.
If he was successful, he’s certain Crewel and now Sam would sneer in his direction. The former would whine argue that his actions would be the opposite of caring for the prefect but he’d disagree. This was caring. Embracing them into a family that not only would be nurturing but would give a support system for their inevitable graduation from Night Raven College. For as much as he…mildly enjoyed teaching such unruly youth a magicless student wouldn’t have many business prospects. Not counting the leering royals you seem to attract. What he was offering was a fall-back, security for you and your cat-like companion. Even Crewel would have to relent this would be much better.
“What do you think Lucius? You okay if we come with?”
“Mrrow.” The purr and fluffy weight leaning into your hand told you exactly what he thought.
Once again you had a lot to think about it.
“Take your time (Y/n), me and Lucius will be here when the other students leave so you won’t miss saying goodbye to your friends.”
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“You’ll be coming with me to the Queendom of Roses of course.”
“What?”
Crewel sighed waiting for the troublesome mutts to leave with the chattery monster turning to you once again.
“I heard you talking about what you’d all be doing during the break. I'm reminding you that I’ll be taking you home…with me.”
Crewel wasn’t embarrassed at all. In face he prided himself on his initiative, earlier in the year he would have broken mirrors with his own bashfullness. Something about expressing any affection to someone who could communicate in the same language as him and return their own form of praise without a wagging tail. It was like highschool all over again. But he was better now, perfect material to guide an overly mature child that needs his guidance. He doesn’t know if he was ready for the ‘f-word’ but if you happened to slip up and call him that after receiving a beautifully wrapped gift with a color scheme that matches the decor. He was just the best wasn’t he.
“Actually Professor Crewel, I’m going to have to decide I’ve gotten a lot of offers and I think it’d be really mean if I didn’t–”
You were still talking but Crewel wasn’t listening. Who in all of Twisted Wonderland would have the gall to overstep the offer only he was worthy enough to give. He couldn’t help rolling his eyes, knowing there quite a few dirty mutts who’d jump at the chance to invite his pure, far-too trusting pup into their dumpheaps…or restricting castles he wasn’t ruling out any of that hungry pack. Still he figured he’d ask.
“Who offered?”
You were cowering a little bit; he must’ve come off incredibly harsh. His bad.
“Um Sam and Trein—”
“Alright get to lunch and eat this time. I’ll ask your guardpups if you have. If you don't, I'm giving you detention.”
He put his hands on the prefect’s shoulders turning them around to leave the empty classroom.
“But what about your offer? Should we talk about–?”
He pat their head and gave one last shove.
“We’ll decide for you pup. Eat your lunch have a good rest of your day. Pack your bags too I have a feeling a decision will be made by the end of the day.”
He shut the door on your face and you rushed to catch the lunch line.
Guess you wouldn’t have to think at all. Oh well makes things easier for you.
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If tension was gasoline Crowley’s office would’ve exploded by now. It just so happened his office was the place Crewel decided to confront his coworkers; the only place private enough to discuss where exactly their prefect was going for this break.
“I asked them first. So they’ll be coming with me.” Trein scowled, “Get your feet off the table and I don’t know if where you’re taking them is family friendly environment.”
Sam joylessly laughed,”Family-friendly? Do you call trying to replace your third child with (Y/n) as a family-friendly environment? Yeah Besides I don’t think they they’ll want to spend anything over a day with people old enough to need a diaper change.”
Lucius swatted a clawful paw into Sam’s exposed ankles, scampering quicker than the chasing shadows that morphed into talons. Jumping up high and near the window hissing pridefully at the shadows forced to slink nearby.
His cat’s actions lessened the blow of his words but it didn’t denote what was said. Trein knew that was far from accurate but he knew arguing wouldn’t help. Not with those who needed any kind of evidence for their case but Sam wasn’t who he was most worried about.
“On that note, being with someone so close to their age without any adult supervision would be unwise. Seniority aside I believe I am the best candidate. Not to mention I’d be more than willing to invite their friends a couple towns over.”
Sam’s face was twisted in a snarl, an expression Trein would have used if he couldn’t just glare.
“You forget I am an adult. I don’t need to be geriatric nanny to know what the kid needs.”
“And I am not aiming to replace them at all. I just know it’d be healthier for them not to be alone in a time like this.”
“Then we’re at an impasse.”
A tense silence took over the room. Trein broke it with the authority who usually held over his fellow teachers,”Then we’ll draw lots.”
Sam and Crewel nodded in agreement, demanding to inspect the elder’s methods–promising there's no chance of cheating.
“Wait!” Vargas had been watching the three of them hurl insults waiting for a good time to remind them he wanted to be counted in the running.
“What about me? I don’t mind taking them with me!”
Trein didn’t look up from the sticks they chosen and Sam just whistled putting his arms behind his head. Leaving it to Crewel to tell Vargas to ‘quiet down’.
“No one in their right mind is letting you take that pup and force them into some weird training regimen the whole break!”
“But I wasn’t going to–”
Crewel cut him off holding his teaching crop threateningly at the P.E teacher, who dejectedly settled back into his chair. Watching mopily as the three teachers drew lots. Sam pulled first, then Crewel, and finally Trein opened his hand. After comparing the sizes of each of the sticks, the winner was decided.
The door suddenly burst open in a flur of black feathers and the smell of the cafeteria’s sloppy joe–it was Crowley.
“Halt for I have harrowing news about the prefect!”
They all turned to the headmaster they hardly respected and all looked eagerly for the news. Were they hurt? In another overblot? Abducted by some delusional pup again? They all hurried to the headmaster, eagerly awaiting the crow’s information.
“They-” Sam held the rim of his hat in nervousness.
“--in fact–” Trein had outgrown immature nervous habits, still he allowed his finger to tap impatiently.
“are–” Crewel had enough, easily grabbing Crowley’s collar and shaking him accordingly,”Just say it. CLEARLY.”
The snarl from his already snippy employee made the headmaster gulp. Putting his hands up in defense he stopped dragging it out.
“I’ve already planned to take (Y/n) with me. I wanted them to come on vacation with me.”
Everyone in the room curled their lips in disgust, uncaring that they made the headmaster curl into himself and begin crying into his hands. Sam when looked at by the pouting crow he shrugged, “I’d believe you more if you made up something about forcing them to work off some debt you had.”
Trein huffed,”or forcing them to be your unpaid secretary, full-time.”
Crowley struck a dramatic pose, tears conveniently dried,”But aren’t I so kind? To invite them into my nest and take them under my wings.”
Crewel opened his mouth, planning to insult him once again only to be interrupted by the doors opening once again. Seeing the sweaty and out of breath student of Heartslabyul usually right beside their the prefect.
“Pup? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be helping (Y/n) pack?”
“That’s what I have to talk to you about–” the student with the spade on his cheek was interrupted by a cacophonous sound of thunder rumbling. A quick glance outside pointed to the growing green storm clouds hovering over Ramshackle–the calling card of an unhappy fae.
“Spade, what’s happened?”
Trein’s question had everyone eagerly waiting for the answer from the anxious looking student.
“That cat-guy from RSA took them!”
“What cat-guy?”
“...Could you mean Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker?”
Deuce snapped his fingers at the name, “Yeah that guy! He took them, their bags, and told everyone they were taking them for the Winter break!”
Deuce could feel a cold sweat trickle from his forehead as the glares and scowls filled the room with a despairful mood. Not that he wasn’t feeling the same but they had much bigger problems than the teachers being on a warpath.
Vargas stood, taking it on himself to get his coworkers to shape up. Not because he was worried their real personalities were coming out but because he knew when it came to tracking time was of the essence. And maybe the prefect would be willing to just choose him if he's the first to save them!
“Alright everyone let’s begin our search at our rival academy. I’m sure they’ll love to know one of their students has kidnapped one of ours.”
Crowley cackled gleefully,”I’d never let them live it down.”
Deuce was pumped about to voice his joy before looking at the storm clouds rumbling closer.
“I’m all for it but maybe we should deal with…that first.” Pointing at the rapidly growing puff of green clouds.
Turns out they’d have a lot to think about before anyone can take you for the break.
Who knew?
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Had the thought of "Malleus helps the prefect with their crush on a NRC student by suggesting fae courtship advice" and realized how funny it sounded but I cannot for the life of me write. So I skitter to you
So! Maybe a request of Malleus listening to how his beloved little friend has a crush on azul or idia whoever you choose, and is too anxious of rejection to ask them out, but he tries his best to help, however he most likely has no idea on human courtship, so ends up giving reader advice that mostly correlates with fae courtship rituals, maybe with Lilia helping out somewhat with advice he knows would work better for humans and maybe it can be a fem or gn reader?/lh
Fae Courtship 101: Romance Gone Wrong || Idia Shroud
In your desperation to confess your feelings to Idia, you've recruited Malleus to help you. Except his help is mildly concerning at best and extremely alarming at worst.
a/n: so sorry for the extremely long wait, i hope you like it <3
You were deep in super hell.
Not just any hell—ultra-max difficulty hell with a boss fight at the end. Why? Because you were hopelessly, embarrassingly smitten with Idia Shroud. Every time he so much as muttered a sarcastic comment under his breath, your brain turned into static noise and you felt like you were pulling on a gacha with a rate up of 0.000001%.
Which is why, when Malleus Draconia suddenly appeared in the middle of Ramshackle like a fae bat signal, you didn’t even blink. You were too far gone. You just flung yourself onto the couch and unleashed your woes like a possessed infomercial host.
“HE’S TOO CUTE,” you screamed into a throw pillow. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. HIS HAIR GLOWS, MALLEUS. HIS. HAIR. GLOWS.”
Malleus, who had been standing ominously in the corner like a living gargoyle, tilted his head. “This sounds… grave.”
“IT IS,” you wailed. “Every time I see him, I want to just—ugh, I don’t know—hand him a limited-edition figure and tell him he’s my forever player two! But then I don’t because my brain decides to blue-screen instead! I’m a romantic coward!”
“Curious,” Malleus murmured.
You sat up, clutching the pillow like a lifeline. “Do you even know how bad it is? The other day, he tripped over his own shoelace and I almost confessed right then and there! I can’t keep living like this!”
Malleus’s glowing eyes narrowed in what could only be described as dramatic princely determination. “Say no more, child of man.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“I shall aid you in this endeavor,” he announced, placing a hand over his chest like he was about to duel a dragon in your honor. “You have my solemn vow that your courtship will succeed.”
You blinked again, the words taking a few extra seconds to register. “Wait. What?”
“I have centuries of experience in matters of the heart,” Malleus declared with a completely straight face.
“You do?” you asked, very reasonably skeptical because the only “courtship” you could imagine him doing was with a gargoyle in a medieval tapestry.
“Indeed,” he continued, undeterred by your blatant disbelief. “Shroud will recognize your worth once we present him with a grand gesture of affection.”
“…Define ‘grand gesture,’” you said, suddenly wary.
“A trophy of unparalleled rarity,” Malleus suggested with the confidence of someone who had definitely never bought a gift before. “Or perhaps a demonstration of your magical prowess. You are quite skilled at… surviving near-death experiences, are you not?”
“That’s not a talent!” you yelped.
He ignored you, his enthusiasm building like a storm. “Yes. I shall teach you the ancient fae techniques of courtship. You shall sweep Shroud off his feet.”
You buried your face in your hands. “This is going to end in a lawsuit.”
“Nonsense,” Malleus said firmly. “It will end in love.”
You weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh, or start writing your will.
You stared at the piece of paper in your hand like it had personally wronged you. Because, honestly, it had.
Malleus was perched regally on your couch, sipping tea like this wasn’t entirely his fault. “This poem,” he said, voice brimming with pride, “will surely capture Idia Shroud’s heart. It is both heartfelt and… inventive.”
“It’s terrible,” you muttered, waving the paper at him. “It sounds like a rejected NPC dialogue option.”
“Nonsense,” Malleus replied, unbothered. “It is a masterpiece of raw emotion. Shall I read it to you again?”
“No!” you said, alarmed. “I still haven’t recovered from the first time!”
It had been a mess. Rhyming “gamer” with “flamer,” shoehorning in “Player Two,” and an overly dramatic stanza about “lighting up the dark like a 5-star pull.” It sounded like a bad RPG side quest.
“I can’t give this to him,” you whined. “He’ll think I wrote it drunk.”
Malleus, ever unshaken, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Then I shall present it to him on your behalf. I am an excellent orator.”
Your brain lagged. “You what?!”
Before you could stop him, Malleus plucked the poem from your hands and practically glided out the door. You ran after him, panic bubbling in your chest.
You caught up to him just as he cornered Idia in the library. Poor Idia looked like he was questioning every life choice that had led him here.
“Child of man,” Malleus said gravely, holding the poem like it was an ancient scroll. “Your heart has crafted a most wondrous ode to Idia Shroud. Allow me to deliver your words of passion.”
“No. Nope. Nope,” you interrupted, lunging forward.
But Malleus had already begun. “To the one whose hair glows like—”
You didn’t let him finish. Instinct took over. You snatched the paper out of his hand and, in one smooth motion, ate it.
Idia blinked. Then blinked again. “…Did you just eat paper?”
You gagged but managed to choke it down, wiping your mouth with as much dignity as you could muster. “Yup. Totally. Don’t even worry about it.”
Malleus looked genuinely offended. “Why would you consume such a heartfelt creation?”
“Because it was awful,” you hissed, yanking him by the sleeve.
Meanwhile, Idia just stood there, watching this unhinged disaster unfold. He glanced at Malleus, then at you, then at the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. “Man,” he mumbled, “I should’ve just stayed in my room.”
Malleus stood in the middle of Ramshackle’s living room, radiating regal confidence and possibly a bit too much enthusiasm for someone whose advice had caused you to eat a poem in front of your crush just two days prior.
“I have considered our previous efforts,” Malleus began, pacing dramatically, “and I believe it is time to enact a traditional fae courtship ritual.”
You squinted at him from your spot on the couch. “Define ‘traditional.’”
Malleus clasped his hands behind his back. “It is quite simple. You must leave a series of carefully chosen gifts for Idia to discover. Each one should symbolize your intentions, culminating in an offer of eternal devotion.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you said cautiously. “What kind of gifts are we talking about?”
Malleus turned to you, his expression far too serious. “The first gift must be a bouquet of midnight roses—each petal dipped in the dew of the first frost. The second, a vial of your own tears, to show vulnerability. And the third, a token of your affection, forged in moonlit flames.”
You stared at him, horrified. “Malleus, I don’t know how to say this politely, but… are you nuts?!”
He frowned, clearly confused. “Is this not how humans express their love?”
“No!” you exclaimed. “Nobody’s out here crying into vials or setting up romantic blacksmith sessions!”
Malleus waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense. It is a noble and time-honored method. Come, I will assist you.”
Step 1: Midnight Roses
Somehow, you found yourself sneaking into the Botanical Gardens late at night with Malleus, who had insisted on conjuring the “perfect” roses.
“These roses will shine with a light so soft, it will illuminate your sincerity,” he said as he gestured dramatically.
A small explosion followed.
When the smoke cleared, you were holding a bouquet of roses that were glowing like neon signs. “Malleus, these look radioactive. Are you trying to confess or give him superpowers?”
He looked affronted. “Their brilliance reflects your ardor!”
Your ardor looked like it would set off a Geiger counter.
Step 2: The Vial of Tears
“Now, you must cry into this vial,” Malleus instructed, handing you what looked like a fancy perfume bottle.
“Do you hear yourself?” you asked, utterly baffled.
“Think of your love for Shroud,” he said. “Surely the emotion will move you to tears.”
You tried. You really did. But after five minutes of sitting there awkwardly, all you had to offer was a single, pathetic sniffle.
“Perhaps I should assist,” Malleus said, reaching out. “Do you require a tragic tale? A dramatic betrayal?”
“No! Absolutely not!” you snapped, shoving the bottle back at him. “I am not sobbing into a vial for anyone!”
Step 3: The Moonlit Token
The final step involved an actual fire pit behind Ramshackle because, according to Malleus, the moonlit flames were essential.
“I shall forge your token,” Malleus declared, summoning a small inferno that nearly took out the lawn.
When the smoke cleared, you held a jagged piece of metal that looked like it was ripped off an air conditioning unit.
“What is this supposed to be?” you asked flatly.
“A medallion,” Malleus said proudly.
“It looks like I pulled it out of a scrap heap!”
You delivered the “gifts” to Idia during a moment of sheer madness, mostly because Malleus had already enchanted the roses to literally float behind you, and they weren’t going anywhere.
Idia opened his door and froze. His hair immediately flickered pink as he stared at you, the bouquet, the medallion, and—was that a perfume bottle?
“What… is happening right now?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“It’s—uh—fae courtship stuff?” you mumbled, trying to shove the glowing bouquet into his hands.
The roses sparked.
“Oh my god, is this thing going to explode?!” Idia yelped, throwing them across the room.
You panicked and shoved the medallion forward. “Here! It’s—it’s a token of my affection?”
Idia stared at the jagged metal piece. “Did you… dig this out of a junkyard?”
“NO!”
Finally, you shoved the vial of “tears” at him. Idia took one look at it, his face a mixture of disbelief and growing alarm.
“Did you just hand me a potion ingredient?!”
At this point, you were ready to die. Before you could explain yourself, Idia closed the door and slid down to the floor on the other side, clutching his heart.
“Fae Courtship...they like me,” he whispered, his hair a vibrant pink. “They're insane, but they like me.”
Meanwhile, you turned to Malleus outside Ramshackle, utterly mortified.
“I hate you,” you groaned.
Malleus only smiled. “An absolute success.”
Malleus was once again pacing in Ramshackle’s living room like a Victorian gentleman trying to solve the case of your disastrously one-sided love life.
“Here is what we shall do,” he said, hands clasped and gaze intense. “You will prepare a ceremonial feast. Cook for him using ingredients that symbolize your intentions. Lavender for devotion, honey for sweetness, and”—he paused dramatically—“a pheasant roasted under the light of the full moon. You must present it to him on a silver platter while reciting your feelings in the Fae tongue.”
You blinked. “Malleus. Where in Twisted Wonderland am I supposed to find a pheasant?!”
He looked mildly offended. “Surely you can catch one. Do you not have traps?”
“I live in Ramshackle, not the woods!” you snapped. “Also, I think Idia would keel over if I walked in with a roasted bird and started chanting in Fae.”
Malleus sighed. “Child of man, your lack of commitment is concerning.”
Before you could argue, Lilia materialized from who knows where with his usual mischievous grin. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled. “This is incredibly entertaining.”
You glared at him. “Lilia, I’m in emotional distress, not a soap opera.”
“Exactly why I’m here,” Lilia said, flopping into a chair. “Malleus, your suggestions are delightful, but I’d prefer not to have Idia hospitalized from sheer terror. Allow me to offer some… balance.”
Malleus frowned. “Balance?”
“Yes,” Lilia said. “Like suggesting something sane, such as gifting him a rare figurine from one of his favorite animes. It’s thoughtful, meaningful, and most importantly, won’t require a midnight hunt.”
You thought getting a figurine would be easy. You were wrong.
You tried everything:
Azul offered to get it—if you signed a contract that basically gave him first claim on your future firstborn.
Ruggie smugly said he could “procure” it but asked for a kidney as collateral.
Just when you were about to accept your fate as figurine-less, Kalim swooped in like the sunshine prince he is, offering to buy it outright with his seemingly infinite wealth. “You want it? I’ll get it! It’ll be fun!” You could’ve cried.
Bless Kalim and his endless generosity.
When you finally gave the figurine to Idia, you were an exhausted wreck. It had taken days, multiple negotiations, and at least one near-death experience (Ruggie’s "payment terms" were aggressive).
Idia stared at the box, then at you, then back at the box. His hair flickered pink as his mind tried to process the situation.
“Is this—?” he started, his voice cracking.
You nodded. “It’s that limited-edition one you mentioned.”
Idia froze, clutching the box like it was the Holy Grail. “H-how did you even afford this?!” he stammered. “No offense, but have you seen Ramshackle?!”
“Bye!” you squeaked, panicking and bolting out the door before he could say anything else.
Malleus, watching you sprint away from Ignihyde like a spooked animal, nodded sagely. “Another success.”
Lilia shook his head, cackling. “If nothing else, this is fantastic entertainment.”
Meanwhile, back in his room, Idia sat on the floor, staring at the figurine. His hair was a fiery pink as his brain short-circuited.
“They remembered,” he whispered. “They actually remembered…”
Ortho popped into the room. “Big Brother, are you okay? Your vitals are—”
“LEAVE ME TO DIE IN PEACE!” Idia shrieked, clutching the figurine like a lifeline.
It was safe to say the figurine worked.
You were lying on the couch at Ramshackle, contemplating your life choices and whether Malleus or Lilia was the greater threat to your sanity, when Ortho appeared at your door.
“Big Brother has summoned you to Ignihyde!” he chirped, far too cheerful for your emotional state.
“What did I do now?” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face.
“I think it’s good news!” Ortho said, clearly hiding something.
Given that this was Idia, “good news” could mean anything from “I found a new game to play” to “you’re about to be the first human test subject for my latest invention.” Against your better judgment, you followed Ortho.
When you entered Idia’s room, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his hair flickering an anxious shade of pink. He didn’t even look up from his console, which was just a black screen because he’d obviously forgotten to turn it on in his panic.
“Uh, thanks for coming,” he mumbled.
“You did send your little brother to fetch me like I was being summoned to the Underworld,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms.
Idia winced. “Y-yeah, sorry about that. I panicked, okay?”
You sat down on the floor across from him, waiting. His hair crackled as he kept fidgeting, his gaze darting everywhere but you. Finally, he took a deep breath and blurted out:
“So, I’ve been analyzing your recent behavior, and it’s, uh… come to my attention that… maybe you like me?”
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift from mumbling to outright accusations. “Analyzing my behavior?”
“Yes!” he squeaked, gripping his knees like his life depended on it. “The weird flustered thing you do when I talk to you, the whole ‘anime figurine extravaganza’ that nearly killed you—don’t think I didn’t hear about that, by the way—and the fact that you’ve willingly talked to me more than once. It all adds up!”
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked increasingly panicked.
“I mean, if you don’t like me, that’s fine! I’ll just—uh, go smite myself with a lightning bolt or something. Lemme call Malleus; he’ll be thrilled to help.”
“Idia—”
“But!” he interrupted, holding up a finger. “If you do like me, I… I think I should tell you that I… uh, I like you too.” His voice cracked on the last word, and his hair flared bright pink. “A lot. Like, an unhealthy amount of 'a lot.’”
You sat there, stunned, as his words hung in the air.
“And, uh, I’m confessing because… well, I’m not sure I’d survive another one of Malleus’s courtship rituals. No offense, but I think he’s trying to kill me. Ortho heard he suggested you bring me a lock of your hair dipped in a mild poison to solidify our bond?!”
At that, the floodgates broke. Exhausted, drained, and done with this entire saga, you leaned forward, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him. His hair crackled as it flared a near-neon pink, and he froze like a system on the verge of a crash.
When you pulled back, you sighed. “Thank you for finally putting me out of my misery.”
“I—wait—what—” His brain was clearly blue-screening.
“Idia,” you said firmly, shaking him gently. “Yes, I like you. Yes, this whole thing has been a nightmare. And yes, if I have to call Malleus one more time for ‘help,’ I might smite myself.”
He blinked rapidly, finally rebooting. “Oh. Cool. Uh, can I—?” He gestured vaguely, his face red as a tomato.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, pulling him into a hug. Somewhere in the distance, you were pretty sure you heard Ortho cheering.
Back at Diasomnia, Malleus scribbled something into his journal. “Another successful courtship facilitated by me,” he muttered, thoroughly pleased with himself.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Lilia said, chuckling from his spot on the couch.
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Hello! Could I request a platonic MC telling Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Leona, Floyd, both Scarabia boys, and Malleus that out of the whole cast, they're her favorite?
I'm not sure if that's too much, but if it is you could you just do Riddle, Leona, Scarabia, & Malleus. Thank you!
A/N: Hello and thank you so much for your request! I found this one to be rather cute, thank you, Anon! I hope that you enjoy!
Tw: Brief mentions of trauma (Riddle, Malleus, Scarabia duo, and tiny bit in Floyd's)
Request: Boys reacting to being the favorite of platonic!MC
He promises that he isn't mad, given that's when we see his face as red as he is, you just... caught him off guard
Out of everyone, he was your favorite?
Granted, you seemed to have a good choice in mind, it's just that... him?
He didn't exactly have the best upbringing and much of what he does is rather new
But he takes this role of being your favorite very seriously
You are now the best and closest person that he has to family, and ring the honorary 'older brother' and favorite, he wants to be able to give you the things he wasn't able to have growing up
Now, if everyone will excuse him, he has to meet with MC for strawberry tarts and tea
One word, smug
There were literal princes in this college, and he was the one you said was your favorite?
Yeah, he is eating that all up
But he also sees just how serious you are about that declaration with how you seem to stick to him, especially in moments of danger
Big brother mode has been activated
Ace is quite often seen hanging around you a whole lot more
Before anyone asks, no, he doesn't know what happened to his spare jersey is, and yes, it is just a coincidence that you have one that matches
Instantly told his mother the moment that you told him that he was your favorite out of everyone in the college
Low-key wanted to cry
Another who took this role very seriously
Deuce ensures that you have everything it is that you need throughout the day
Food, water, a spare jacket, notebook, or a pencil
He just wants to be able to take care of you, if he is seen as your favorite, he must take on that responsibility
Do you wanna come and watch him during club practice? He will make sure that you have what you need to be comfortable
Please excuse him, he needs a moment
You managed to catch him alone when you told him of this little information of yours
And for the first time, you saw that constant positive facade of his drop for just a moment
Are you sure it's not just the happy side that he shows to everyone that is your favorite?
No?
It's literally all of who he is?
Yeah, a couple tears were shed
You are the only person he let's see him for who he is and much of the time you two are together, you're chilling in either of your rooms
He remembers the excitement he felt when you showed up to the Light Music Club to see him
Will you come more often?
Another one who needed a moment to reflect on what it is that you said, even asked you to repeat it several times
Look, all his life, he's been second place to pretty much anything and looked down upon for his second born prince status
And he is your favorite out of everyone here?
Also a bit smug about it
Will want to hear you say it every day, him being your favorite
Will often give you small gifts here and there ranging from clothes to little trinkets
Protective big bro mode coming out
Oh, you came to see him during Magic shift wearing his dorm uniform?
Well, don't take your eyes off of him. Time to show you all that your favorite can do
Congrats, you're a Leech now
New little sibling, you have been adopted and he's bringing the parents to come and meet the newest edition to the family
If you thought he was latched onto you before, it's at an all new extreme now
He is your favorite person
Meaning he now wants to be with you and take care of you like a good big brother
He is used to people wanting to be more around Jade as they deemed him to be the safer of the twins (an error on their part), so having someone who says he is the favorite?
He takes his last name a bit seriously
Did you just show up to the game in his spare jersey? Well, it looks like NRC is going to secure themselves a win
To be honest, it's a phrase he is kinda used too, given all the siblings that he has, there is no doubt that he has been told that before
But it's different for you
You're new to this world, you have no one here to really turn to, so the fact that you have chosen him as your favorite?
He is quite happy to hear those words and was merely seconds away from throwing a party before you stopped him
If there is anything that you need, please let him know, he will certainly get you anything that you need no matter what it is
Another one who told his family about you and they are all rather excited to be able to finally meet you
Kalim was quite happy seeing you at club practice, want him to teach you? He has no issue with it
Will also make you repeat that statement several times no matter how many days it has been since hearing that statement
At times, it is still a bit hard for him to believe, given how he was raised and his status
He was never anyone's favorite before, so he will be clinging onto that title something fierce
Every time you tell him, you can see the hint of a smile on his face, a real and genuine smile
Constantly ensures you have what you need throughout the day
Unlike with Kalim, he is more than happy to help you out
Homemade meals, tea, even help with studying, just let him know and he will be there to help you out, okay?
Now, are you ready? He just brought everything you guys will need to make a traditional Scalding Sands meal
Well, it isn't raining anymore
It had been a rather stormy day on campus when you had finally found him and shared that little bit of information
Now it was nice and sunny outside and he had a smile to match
Are you saying that you actively went out in that horrible storm with the sole mission to seek him out, and tell him that he was your favorite person?
He had been alone for so much of his life, so to have this conversation with you
Please excuse him, he really isn't trying to tear up
Instantly invited to Diasmonia for a number of things
Has to stop Lilia from straight up adopting you.... even if he didn't mind, he wanted you to be okay with it before anything
Sebek obviously praised your taste when it came to choosing your favorite person, of course you would choose Malleus!
Now, if you will all excuse them, they have some gargoyle studies that they have to attend too
Thank you for your request! Have a wonderful day/night!
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Still thinking about Idia's Masterchef voice line about Cater slipping him normie-ass anime stuff. Like dude that's so cute but it's a throwaway that people can very easily miss. ;_;
#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#my art#cater diamond#idia shroud#idikei#can be platonic but TBH it's never not ship related when I'm drawing these two#I could fully color this but my ipad battery begs to differ#seriously though every time Cater tries to befriend Idia it's like: me + the bad bitch I can't pull because I'm too normie-core
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oh he's summoned x
#twisted wonderland#twst#malleus draconia#sebek zigvolt#twst yuu#twst mc#why is it so funny that yuu want to direct affection to sebek but sebek is so >:T#so his king just butts in everytime like oh i would totally appreciate that ww even tho it was not directed for him#XD#malleus co/kblocking platonically
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