#twst fanfic

[oh-hopeless-heart]

Over blot Grim and Yui!!

So I don’t really have a solid story so bear with me.

So everyone basically agrees the prologue boss is Grim, imma pretend that’s true.

TW/ mentions of death and dark subjects

I imagine a scenario where Yui finds out Crowley was able to send her home long ago, and actively chose not to. As soon as Yui find this out, she kind of snaps and without thinking tries to leave. She’s caught before she can and Grim feeling betrayed and scared of being abandoned overblots. In the altercation with Grim, Yui is injured. Like struggling between life and death. Through her own sorrow, anger, fear and mostly her determination to live to see her mother again she consumes the surrounding blot and overblots herself. Now NRC has to deal with both Grim and Yui while also trying not to get anyone killed.

Since Grims supposed over blot is sorta like the big thing for Twst I image the situation turns into a “end of the world” more so that Yui tries to force Twisted Wonderland into sorta “merging” with her world. That way “I won’t have to choose.”

Again this is just a for fun thing don’t take it to serious I’m no storyteller or writer.

Btw Yui’s overblot design is based on the dorm uniform I made for Ramshackle

[dior-luxury]

I need some teasing romantic fluff, can I request the housewardens reaction to being pulled into a random room by their lover and being smother with kisses. Please and thank you 💖💖

Kiss And Make-Out

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] dormleaders

- [𝐩:𝐬] suggestive themes . mentions of making out ofc

Note: Honestly thing took me shorter than I thought it would to write Lol. And I tried my best to not make it extremely suggestive... But I then realized I have free will and just made it regularly suggestive.

Riddle Rosehearts

The hallway was quiet, lined with the dignified wallpaper and polished wood of Heartslabyul’s east wing. Riddle was walking beside you, dutifully listing the upcoming events for the next dorm meeting, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Wait—what are you—!" he sputtered, blinking rapidly as you tugged him into a nearby, empty reading room.

The door slammed shut behind you. Bookshelves stood in neat rows, sunlight streaming through high windows. But you didn’t give Riddle a chance to take in the room. You spun him to face you, pressing your body close, your hands already cupping his cheeks.

“[Name]!” Riddle gasped, eyes wide, ears turning red. “This is highly improper—”

You kissed him before he could finish.

His breath hitched as your lips met his in a flurry of soft, passionate kisses—one on the lips, another on the cheek, then two more down his neck. His back gently met the shelf behind him, a soft thump muffled by his uniform. He stood stiff for a second, flustered beyond belief, but then…

"...You're being completely unreasonable," he mumbled between kisses, although his hands were now resting on your waist. "I can't focus when you do that."

But he didn’t stop you.

Your kisses moved down to his collarbone, and Riddle squirmed just a bit. His face was a flaming red now, his breathing shallow. You could feel the way his heart was thudding under your fingertips as you ran your hands through his soft red hair.

“I’m trying to behave…” he whispered.

“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you replied sweetly, stealing another kiss from his lips.

Eventually, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a quiet, surrendering sigh. “Only you could get away with something like this…” he muttered, arms now wrapped around your waist. “But if Trey walks in, I’m blaming you.”

Leona Kingscholar

You knew Leona was headed back from Spelldrive practice—his shirt clinging to his broad chest, his hair tousled, golden skin glistening with sweat. You had timed it perfectly.

As he turned the corner toward the dorm hallway, you jumped out from behind a tapestry, grabbing his shirt with both hands.

“Tch—what the hell—”

You dragged him into an unused music room, slamming the door behind you.

“Oi, herbivore, are you trying to start a fight?” Leona snapped, eyebrows furrowed, tail lashing in confusion.

But your only answer was kissing him hard.

The snarl caught in his throat immediately vanished as you caught him by surprise, hands sliding up his toned chest, lips moving over his with soft, heated insistence. For a moment, he stood stock-still, blinking, your kiss leaving him dazed. Then you kissed the corner of his mouth, then under his jaw, and he let out a slow, very audible groan.

“You really woke up and chose chaos today, huh,” he muttered against your lips.

He let his bag drop with a thud. “You could’ve waited ‘til I showered, but nah, you want your king like this?”

You nipped at his lip playfully, whispering, “I want you like this especially.”

That was enough.

Leona’s hands gripped your hips with a growl, spinning you and pressing you back against the wall, kissing you with fierce hunger now. His tongue brushed yours, his fangs grazing your lower lip as he kissed you harder, deeper. His tail flicked behind him, betraying his rising desire.

“I should punish you for ambushing me like that,” he murmured against your ear, voice gravelly.

“But I won’t.”

His smirk was dangerous and lazy all at once.

“Not yet, anyway.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had just finished another long meeting in Mostro Lounge. You waited until the twins had left him alone in the hallway before you struck.

“Azul, can I borrow you for a second?” you said sweetly, tugging at his sleeve.

“Ah, certainly, my pearl—wait, where are we—?”

You pulled him into a supply closet of all places. It was dimly lit, a little dusty, but private. Azul looked around in confusion, pushing up his glasses.

“I—is this about the contract I was drafting—?”

You didn’t answer. You kissed him.

The poor boy short-circuited. He froze as your hands slid into his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp. You kissed his lips, then his cheek, then the underside of his jaw, and he visibly shivered.

“[Name]—w-wait—why now? I-I didn’t prepare—!” he stammered, glasses askew, already blushing violently.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, long and slow this time. Azul's knees buckled slightly, and he caught himself by gripping the shelves behind him. His breath was trembling as you ran your fingers down his sides.

“You… you’re going to kill me,” he whispered, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses. “This is too much for a man of my constitution…”

But even as he said that, his hands found your waist, gently pulling you closer. His lips brushed your ear.

“I suppose I shouldn’t complain about having such an affectionate girlfriend…”

You smiled. “You love it.”

“…Don’t tell the twins.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You caught Kalim just as he was coming down the golden staircase in Scarabia, humming to himself, all sunny and unbothered. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you.

“[Name]!! I was just about to look for—WHOAAA!!”

You didn’t let him finish. You grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the nearest room—one of the spare guest suites with gauzy curtains and sun spilling in through the arched windows. He stumbled in after you, laughing the whole time.

“You’re so full of surprises today—ACK!”

You tackled him onto the cushions, landing right on top of him with a mischievous grin. Before he could ask anything, you started kissing him—peppering his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, and his lips with kisses so fast he couldn’t even catch his breath.

“Wha—mmf! Wahahaha—[Name]!! Wait!!” Kalim laughed uncontrollably, trying to catch your hands in his. “You’re kissing me too fast—I’m gonna pass out from happiness!!”

You finally paused just long enough to look down at him. His white hair was a little messy, his golden eyes gleaming, his face flushed and grinning like the sun itself.

“Was that all for me?” he asked breathlessly, cheeks glowing.

You nodded and leaned in again, kissing his lips a little slower this time.

He melted under you like butter on hot sand.

“Wow,” he murmured, now dazed. “You’re… amazing. I think my heart just did a triple somersault. I should throw a party just to celebrate this moment!”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You really would, huh?”

“Of course!! I’ve never felt this lucky in my life!”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was walking briskly through the upper halls of Pomefiore, hair and uniform immaculate as ever, when you stepped directly into his path.

“Vil,” you said, breathless and determined.

He arched a single, elegant eyebrow. “Yes, darling?”

Without answering, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a side hallway, then pushed open a door into one of the unused dressing rooms. The full-length mirrors and velvet furniture gave the room an intimate feel—one Vil would usually approve of.

“What exactly are we—mmph!”

You shut him up with your lips.

You kissed him firmly, again and again, ignoring his stunned stillness. His back lightly hit the vanity table, and your hands found his jaw, tilting his head as you kissed a path from his lips to his cheek to that spot right below his ear.

Vil sucked in a sharp breath.

“[Name]… this is hardly a—ah—suitable location…” he said, voice breathy despite himself.

You kissed down his neck, and he gripped the edge of the table hard enough for the wood to creak.

“…I’m trying to remain composed,” he hissed, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re ruining my lip gloss.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, tasting the faint berry gloss on your lips. “I’ll buy you another one,” you whispered.

His hands finally slid up your arms, resting on your waist. His expression softened, pride melting into fond exasperation.

“You’re so bold when you want to be,” he murmured, brushing his forehead against yours. “But you should know… if you keep kissing me like that, I might not let you leave this room for a while.”

Idia Shroud

You had to be sneaky with Idia—if you startled him too hard, he’d vanish into a puff of blue flame and digital pixels.

So when you saw him walking back from the library with headphones in and Ortho floating behind him, you waited until he was alone—just outside the server room in Ignihyde.

You pounced.

“AHHH—SYSTEM ERROR, WHAT THE—?!”

You yanked him into an empty tech room and closed the door behind you. Idia stumbled backward, hair flaring slightly blue with panic.

“W-Wait, are we being chased?! Is this a boss battle? Did you glitch through reality again—?”

You didn’t let him finish.

You kissed him. Right on his startled, slightly parted lips.

His brain blue-screened.

Idia’s body stiffened like a glitching NPC. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, then again, trailing little kisses along his jawline. His hoodie bunched under your fingers as you leaned into him, holding him close, while his hands flailed in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“M-M-M-M-Moe overload—emergency shutdown imminent—!!”

You giggled and pressed a softer kiss to the tip of his nose.

That seemed to reboot him. Slowly, his shaking arms wrapped around you, awkward at first, but growing tighter as you kept going. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Are you real? Like… for real real?”

“Very real,” you said, kissing him one more time.

He leaned into you then, forehead pressed to your shoulder, still flustered but clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world.

“…You’re OP,” he mumbled. “Totally broken character build. It’s unfair. Nerf girlfriend pls.”

Malleus Draconia

It was late evening, just after sundown, and you spotted Malleus walking alone through one of the lesser-used halls of Night Raven College—moonlight catching on his horns, his cape flowing behind him like royalty incarnate.

“Malleus!” you called, jogging up beside him.

He turned with a small smile, the kind that he reserved just for you. “Ah, my love. What fortune brings you to this path?”

Without warning, you grabbed his hand—cool, calloused, always gentle—and tugged him through the closest heavy oak door. The room was empty, dark except for the faint shimmer of magic-laced torches. Dusty furniture and a grand window gave it an old, castle-like feel. Perfect.

“Where are we going?” he asked, tilting his head. “Is there danger?”

You didn’t answer. You pushed him back gently against the wall and kissed him.

His eyes went wide, not in shock, but in the quiet kind of awe that only Malleus seemed capable of. You kissed his lips, then his cheek, then the pale stretch of skin along his neck. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer, kissing him again and again—slow, soft, reverent.

“Dearest,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, “your affection is… overwhelming.”

You kissed the tip of his jaw. “Is that a problem?”

“…Not in the slightest.”

His voice dropped low, velvety and deep, as he rested his forehead against yours. “You wield power greater than most—did you know? Not in magic, but in how effortlessly you undo me.”

You smiled and kissed him again, this time slower, and something in him finally gave way. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as his lips met yours again, more certain now, more claiming. His kisses were intense and unhurried—like time stopped for you and him alone.

“If this is what it means to be mortal,” he whispered between kisses, “then I never wish to be a god again.”

[twstyuna]

Intrusive thought

Maybe epilogue to this lol.

[sparklystarrrr]

May I request a one shot pf Malleus discovering that MC is a white Asian Dragon? While western dragons are associated with fire Asian dragons are associated with water. I just think the contrast are neat.

I remember LOVING dragons when I was younger so this is SO SO exciting to write, thx for the request!💗

Autumn Rain

Synopsis: Malleus comes to the realization that you’re just like him!

Contains: Malleus D. x Gn! Dragon! Reader, starts a big angsty, found family-esque, reader is royalty from their world, awkward love confession

The cool and slightly damp autumnal breeze flowed through (y/n)'s hair. It had been a rather damp evening as the rain had just ceased. Why had it been raining you ask? (Y/n) was upset being all alone in their dorm. It was practically a shell of a dorm from the amount of holes and cracks fled through it, and (y/n)'s low feelings created such a rain storm that a few roof panels had flown off! They stood at the fencing of their rickety dorm, clothes drinking the rain drops scattered on the dark metal. It was dark and silent with only the whispers of the wind catching their pointed ears. It was calming yet hollow, like something was meant to fill the hole where something once was in their heart. Everyone either feared or fell silent around (y/n). 'Why couldn't someone just... want me...' They thought while connecting thick raindrops with the pads of their fingers. A gust of wind strong enough to make the birds fly from their nest shook the trees and (y/n)'s body. Their large tail hadn't even been swaying back and forth as it would usually. Rain drops coated their horns and tail like diamond tears.

Green flickers of fire were riding every gust of wind that touched their face. It danced on their eyelashes and absorbed into their skin. It felt warm to the touch, like a hug. (y/n) welcomed it, albeit hesitant to accept this new embrace. The flickers of green embers grew with every passing second, then a flash of green lights emerged from the front of Ramshackle's fencing. A tall man with winding black horns that pierced the foggy sky. His face was not identifiable to them, but just from his back they knew who it was. The dark and feared Malleus Draconia. His appearance matched effortlessly with the somber setting surrounding the two. (y/n) looked to him, their pure and more delicate appearance becoming a large juxtaposition. It made them almost feel self conscious.

Malleus's hand felt the small drops of water coating the cement brick fencing, dragging his hands to the black metal propped atop the bricks. (y/n) had never before seen such a revered dragon like themself, much less Malleus standing just a few miles away. Of course, they'd spoken to the young prince a couple of times, but they'd concealed their dragon form from him. Not intentionally, it was just that word had gotten out about (y/n)'s true form and he'd never been one to follow the gossip surrounding mortals. Since finding out about (y/n)'s dragon form, people left them. They were too scared to be associated with a dragon even one as pure as them.

Malleus suffered the same fate. Both his status and his species drove people the other way. He was often left alone with only Lilia, Silver or Sebek to keep him company. Even then it never seemed to fill the gaping hole in his chest. Coming to Ramshackle for his daily walks would remove that pain even for just a bit. The two were alone, yet they hadn’t yet figured out a way to be together. There’s no true cure to loneliness after all. They were mentally two worlds apart. It was as if the idea of a feeling of company filling the cup loneliness emptied was set in front of the two yet they didn't drink. They couldn't even bear glancing in its direction.

In a sudden impulse, (y/n) glimpsed at the enticing cup.

Malleus did the same.

Their feet moved across the cobblestone, pacing slowly towards the tall male without a second thought. They stopped abruptly at the sight of him walking as well. He took a long stride across the stones beneath his feet, wet and slippery from the prior rain. His posture hadn't weakened. He seemed as stiff as ever. 'He is like the tall bamboo trees from my home..' (y/n) thought nostalgically. They sighed, curling their hand and manipulating the water off the dead blades of grass into whirling and dancing shapes.

While walking around the gloomy dorm, Malleus found himself feeling a sudden bright and lightweight feeling. Something strong yet pure. It felt like it was dragging him in but he had no clue what this new pulling feeling was coming from. There was a sudden curiosity in his movements, shifting his head in multiple directions slowly while keeping his poised expression and stature. His eyes followed, suddenly finding an illuminating figure in his trail of sight.

They had the aura and glow of a pure white light and a long scaled tail that dragged lazily behind. They had branch like horns sprouting atop their head, and gorgeous flowing hair getting gently played with in the breeze. There was something so familiar about them. Like this was someone he'd known before. His eyes traced the figure in deep thought. He walked closer, as if this was a risk worth taking. Like he needed to know who or what the figure was.

His feet moved with a hint of urgency. They guided him towards the figure that he made out to be (y/n). Their (e/c) eyes were wide open with uncertainty as were his. Seeing Malleus so vulnerable and confused was a new discovery in itself. But to Malleus, finding that you're in fact a dragon, exactly like him, made his lonely heart soar. He couldn't even find it in himself to try and hide that fact."Child of Man, it seems your're not so human after all..." Not even his normally monotone voice could hide the growing smile on his lips as he spoke.

"Yes, that I am not. I'm a White Dragon, royalty of the West Sea in my home land..." Their voice dragged off."...I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.." Their words fell under their breath in shame. A light drizzle fell like the tears that had yet to muster from their shining (e/c) eyes. Malleus shook his head with a chuckle that shook them from their thoughts. "Do not fret, I don't mind. I presume coming out about this was much too distressing to handle alone, no? Let me shoulder the burden with you." He held his hand out, reminding them that he was there.

They shivered,"N-no Malleus I just- I can't... What if it were to take a toll on you as well?" A small chuckle rumbled in his chest from their anxieties. His hand forward. "You forget that I myself am just like you." He took their delicate hand in his. "I go through these challenges the same way you have, let us carry them alongside each other." They hesitated. "Do you really believe that would be okay..?" (y/n)'s soft yet piercing eyes glazed over Malleus embracing their hand. It was warm once again. Like the flames he breathed. Like the ignition growing in both of their hearts.

"I do not mind one bit, Child of the Sea. My heart has drawn closer to you all this time. Being an output to your worries brings much contentment."His thumb brushed the top of their hand gently. 'Was this a confession..? No... I'm overthinking.' (y/n) thought hard. They felt a sense of companionship between them. "I've felt drawn in as well... but why are you telling me this, Malleus?" (y/n) was clouded in their own thoughts. He exhaled, a few green embers of fire flew from his lips,"This form of yours is something I wish not to part from. It has captured my heart. It beats for you at a pace I am not yet familiar with, fast and loud, like it is inside my ears." He dragged their hand to his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart.

An airy gasp left their lips. The drizzling rain stopped and left a jewel-like finish on both of their horns. Was this the end of their loneliness? Was this really someone who wanted them? Was this a dream? A million thoughts raced through their head, lips parting ever so slightly. Malleus's face faltered a bit."...You are not mandated to accept these feelings of mine if you are nonreciprocating of them-" "I-I..." Malleus paused at the sudden soft stutter in (y/n)'s voice.

"..I feel the same." Their soft lips spoke just above a whisper. A sudden firework set off between them and suddenly Malleus was pulling them in by their arm. He closed the space between them into an intimate embrace. His arms wrapped around their body like they would disappear if he loosened them by a hair. His fingers tangled into their (h/c) hair, lips near their ear "You truly mean that..?"

"Yes.. Malleus." Their arms draped over the tall man's neck. Their sudden feeling of loneliness started subsiding. They felt the weight of that nagging burden fly off their shoulders. And suddenly, that gap in their heart was filled. Filled with Malleus, his company, his new found love. The same applied for him. He felt that gaping hole in his heart suddenly fill up with their voice, their presence, everything about (y/n). Neither of them would ever let go. Not ever. They found each other, and in them they found the same souls, same struggles, same everything. Two dragons of contrasting elements made no match for the magic conjuring in their hearts. Their love defied all.

EVERYONE PLSSS LISTEN TO THE DAISOMNIA BLAZING JEWEL MV IT'S ACTUALLY INCREDIBLE I WAS ASCENDING THE WHOLE TIME

[auren-zagarra]

hey, could u ptty pls write a malleus x gn!reader with the prompt "i can't live in a world without you"? nsfw :3

mundus sine te

Content Warning: Malleus x GN!Reader, mention of death, slight angst, sex, sex without love, MDNI

Characters Count: 6451

The cycle most people follow in life is simple: be born, grow into maturity, marry, have children, and eventually die - at least, that was the pattern you had observed throughout your life. The souls around you often spoke with such fervor about marriage, claiming it to be a testament to true love, passion and the beginning of a happily ever after. Yet, even after marrying the king of the Valley of Thorns, you could not grasp the emotion that others spoke of with such reverence: Love. Why had you said yes to him? Was it pressure? A desperate need for survival in a world that demanded connections and titles? You couldn’t say for certain. All you knew was that you regretted stepping into that cathedral, clad in the traditional attire of a nation you barely knew and uttering those two fateful words “I do” to Malleus. But you had little to no choice after graduating Night Raven College - you had no magic or a place to call your own.

You were grateful for Draconia, despite never experiencing that burning sensation in your chest or the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. In your gaze, the role he played wasn’t that of a lover, but rather that of a friend. And though it pained him to see his formal partner in such a state, he found solace in simply having you by his side. Yet, a part of him wondered if, by any chance, he wasn't fulfilling his role as a husband - if he wasn't showing you enough passion. Still, your eyes silently conveyed what words never could: that it wasn’t his fault. Malleus longed to touch you, to kiss you, and to speak the sweet sentences that might capture all the confusing emotions he harbored for you. It has been a real pain to make his people like you… but if he could wake up everyday and see you, he would be satisfied - or rather not, because those were simple lies he tells himself before sleeping.

Love is a remarkable emotion when shared equally, but in a reality where only one heart feels it, the pain can be more profound than death itself. One fateful night, he knelt before you while you were sitting on the bed you both shared, offering a knife forged from cold iron - the blade so finely honed that it could inflict harm with the gentlest of touches. With his emerald eyes fixed upon you, Malleus whispered a heartfelt plea meant solely for your ears: “End my suffering. Please, dear Beastie, grant me this release… A life without your love is too agonizing to bear. You are free to harbor any resentment towards me after I’m gone… just spare me from enduring such anguish. Kill me, Child of Men.”

Saying you were shocked would be an understatement - perhaps, terrorized would be a more fitting description. The knife slipped from your trembling hands, clattering to the ground, as the mighty figure before you collapsed into your lap. His head, heavy and drenched in tears, rested there. In that moment, he was no longer the formidable force you had always known. He was fragile, vulnerable, as if the armor of stoicism he wore had melted away, leaving only a man who, in his moment of despair, sought solace in the unlikeliest of places: your embrace. Without fully understanding why, you leaned in, your lips brushing his in a gentle kiss, a desperate attempt to silence the storm inside him - to offer some comfort. Malleus, caught off guard, froze at first, but then, as if something within him broke and rebuilt itself in an instant, he reciprocated - softly, hesitantly at first, but with an intensity that matched the force of his presence. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his own embrace.

The passage of time seemed to lose all meaning in that charged moment. Seconds blurred into minutes, or perhaps hours had slipped by unnoticed. The only constant was the comforting weight of Malleus' body pressed intimately against yours, both of you laid bare in vulnerable exposure. Despite the initial flush of embarrassment in your own nudity, a thrill of excitement coursed through you. Malleus' hands roamed your sensitive skin with gentle touches, mapping every curve and contour as if committing your form to memory in a dance meant only for you two. His lips trailed feather-light kisses along the column of your throat, each press of his mouth a silent declaration of fear about your fragility - a delicate blossom that he could so easily shatter with a careless touch. You were his beloved Child of Man, after all.

Though your heart remained untouched by affection for your husband, your body was filled with an unfamiliar ecstasy as he claimed you. Months of marital duty had robbed you of experiencing true carnal bliss until now and regret took place in your thoughts - why had you denied yourself this sweet nectar for so long? Lost in the thorns of this newfound pleasure, a sharp sting flashed across your neck as Draconia's fangs pierced your skin. Yet, the bite delivered no pain - it only intensified the storm of sensation consuming you. His talents were evident, each move calculated to maximize your enjoyment despite his own inexperience - it seemed the dragon had studied exactly what gives you pleasure.

The passion burned brighter than any human flame, elevating your pleasure to celestial heights as he sheathed himself within you. His seed filled your insides, whether you were able to conceive or not his offspring. Malleus observed your body writhing in ecstasy under his touch, his adoring gaze seeping into your soul. Despite the lack of romantic attachment, he proved himself an adept lover, skilled in bringing you to peaks of bliss. The thought of indulging in such intimacy more frequently failed to stir resentment - evoking a sense of comfort and contentment, a rare tranquility amidst the tempest of your tumultuous emotions he usually brought you.

Malleus showed no signs of slowing, his appetite insatiable as he devoured your innocence with relish. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, each crest carrying you further into oblivion. The number of shared climaxes blurred into this unique taste of pleasure, leaving you a mindless shell of moans and cries. Exhaustion finally claimed you both, collapsing onto the shared bed covered by an expensive mattress. As sleep beckoned, Draconia gazed upon your peacefully slumbering form with a tender smile, his heart filled with affection. Tenderly, he brushed a lock of hair from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I trully cannot exist without you, Child of Man."

[rouxkalamay]

Random Angst Comfort for Azul

So just to clarify, I have never written fanfiction. I've written lots of fictional stories for myself but haven't really put myself out there much, BUT, I'm having a moment of extreme productivity today soooo screw it. What I'm about it write is really just a thought dump about comforting Azul but if y'all like it, I can do it for all the other boys in TWST. I'm in the process of writing a book, (not about Azul obviously, I don't have the insanity to handle a Disney Lawsuit 🤣), so I decided to shake things up a bit and figure out where I am when it comes to writing.

This fanfic is about comforting Azul after he transforms into his octomer form. Lots of angst in the beginning but it gets a lot better. It's anypov so any of y'all can read it. :)

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Eating Disorder, slight self harm, slight panic attack for Azul, maybe depression and I think that's it. I make it extremely fluffy romance at the end. Have a wonderful day y'all, you matter, your wonderful, all of y'all. :D

It had been hours since the potion had worn off. He thought he had taken such care, but with all the overblots in campus along with his duties at the Mostro Lounge, it had completely slipped his mind. He should have restocked. He should have double checked, it was all his fault. Stupid, stupid, STUPID octopus...

Every week, Azul had to take a potion to keep his land form. He marked it precisely on the calendar with purple ink that stained deep into the page. Any potential calories he gained from it were factored in, as he ate less on those days. He had been eating less overall now that he thought about it... Watching his control literally sifting through his fingers like hot sand... No remorse, no question of why... That blasted lion did it.

Azul shook his head slightly as his breathing picked up all over again, shaking his head slightly while his hands dug into the swirls of his silvery hair. Tentacles thrashed slightly in the bathtub he was in, clutching at random items out of anxiety or anger. He didn't know anymore. He couldn't even call Jade or Floyd for help because he was too deep in his head. Ever since that day, his overblot, his self image had been getting so much worse. And now, sitting alone in a bathtub with his thoughts, it was at its lowest point.

Azul's eyes gazed over his grey skin with discomfort, running his hands over the stretch marks from his childhood. He spent years changing his diet, exercising, counting every last calorie and stopping at 2000 just so he wasn't what they said he was. A slow stupid octopus. But he was still... Pudgy, just around the hips as it faded to a dark midnight purple. It wasn't enough, it was NEVER enough, not when he was like this.

Azul's hands grabbed the pudge around his hips as he glared at it with tears in his eyes, “Why...? Your not there when I'm human, you shouldn't be here now...” Azul grinds his teeth as his claws dug into his own skin slightly, close to properly hurting himself. His anger turned back into sorrow quickly however, burying his face in his hands once again.

“I'm in control, I'm in control, I'm in control, I'm-”

“Azul?”

Azul immediately jumped with his tentacles curling inwards instinctively at the intrusion. He thought he had locked the door when he ran in here hours ago, but apparently he missed that too. He spoke slightly panicked as this was the last thing he wanted, someone seeing him this vulnerable, behind the mask of extreme control, “Y/N... I'm afraid I'm a bit indisposed at the moment. This, you shouldn't be in here. This is my bathroom last I checked, and I won't have a unfortunate soul such as yourself intruding like this.”

Azul's voice turned cold and guarded while he grabbed a towel to cover his chest. Even though he was in his octomer form, he didn't like anyone seeing him like this, all grey rubbery skin that was surely unpleasant. And his tentacles, why, he didn't understand why you hadn't ran away yet. In truth however, he looked like he had been backed into a corner like a wounded animal...

Your gaze softened a bit as you approached him, “I'm sorry, the Leech twins wanted me to tell you that they were going out for the night to do some business. I decided to not ask for specifics... Are you alright...? You look... Well, not yourself.”

Azul scoffed slightly as one of his tentacles snatched another bottle of shampoo, “Of course not. My supply of merinhibitor potion ran out and I was too focused on everything going on with the Mostro Lounge and the overblots and the Headmage going on vacation leaving me to move around budget cuts and...”

Azul looked away, slightly embarrassed by his outburst. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I apologize. I know your the one who has been dealing with the chaos, even my own. Just... Just please leave. I can help myself.”

You crossed your arms as you spoke softly but sternly, "Azul, how many hours have you been sitting here and self-loathing about yourself.”

“Wha- I don't see how this is impor-”

You sighed once again, looking at him with concern, “So hours then. You've been sitting here for hours and didn't call anyone for help because your too proud to let yourself be vulnerable.”

Azul's eyes widened slightly, he couldn't believe the honest audacity of what had just been said. He was about to retort something but it died in his throat as you came closer. Your hand gently cupped the left side of his face as you spoke softly, wanting him to listen, "Listen to me. You are beautiful. Sure, there are mermaids and mermen with shiny scales and empty words but you? You are exotic... Your extraordinary... When I look at you, I don't see a slow octopus, I see a gorgeous siren that could drag me down to the deepest depths.”

Azul's mouth opened and closed a few times as he took a moment to process what he just heard. In all his life, the only people who had ever called him beautiful was his parents and grandmother, and that was when he was just a little fry. Azul's face flushed purple as he looked at you, trying to sound dismissive, “You really believe I'm that naive? What do you want from me? Nobody gives such lovely words with such accord for nothing.”

Your soft look fades into a bit of frustration at his distrust. It was a core part of him, always looking through everything he signed multiple times, always thinking about what others want from him. It certainly wouldn't be extinguished with some soft words and a simple touch. But then again, he was letting you stay, so it was a start.

You spoke softly once again as you started to play with one of the silvery curls of his hair, “Well... I want to make you happy and comfortable but... Since I know you won't believe me so easily, how about a little discount at the Mostro Lounge? In exchange for me comforting you and being kind, I get food. Deal?”

Azul raised an eyebrow as he scanned your face for any deception or plan. He only found honesty however, as he realized that you were only using food as an excuse. He smirked just a little, causing his tentacles to relax their hold on the many objects they had seized earlier in the tub, “Food you say? What makes you so sure that you can comfort me, hm?"

“Well your not crying or loathing anymore so that's a win in my book. We do need to get you out of this tub though...” You chuckled warmly as you gestured to his predicament, “You can breathe out of water right? I don't want you flopping like a fish.”

Azul softened a bit, looking down at his tentacles still squirming in the water below, “Yes, I can breathe. I will need some help however... I'd rather not make a mess of my bedroom floor.” Azul's gaze hardened once again, speaking with the same distrust from earlier, “You won't discuss this situation with anyone else... Will you?"

You smiled warmly as you started to help him out of the bath with some effort, “I won't tell, I promise. Besides, I don't want to end up in a ditch somewhere because of you sending the tweels after me. I'm not screwing with the mer-mafia you have going on.”

After a couple slips, tumbles, and falls, you managed to get Azul into his bed, which proved to be a... interesting sight. Tentacles grabbed the blankets greedily as Azul seemed to be in a lot better shape now. He looked so tired with the bags under his eyes. Ever since Crowley basically ditched NRC to go on vacation, he had been handling most of the budgeting and accounting work for the school. It was clearly putting lots of stress on the normally cunning octomer.

Placing some ointment on the nail marks on where his hips would be, you spoke softly, “You look wonderful. Your supposed to be a bit bigger around the hips. How else is the rest of your body going to fan out to make tentacles? It's apart of your biology. It literally holds in your organs. You don't need to change...”

Azul looked slightly annoyed as he sat back, letting you coddle him a bit. It wasn't often he had the luxury of someone helping him out of the goodness of their heart, “I can be better, I will be better. One day, I'll have enough influence to complete ruin those who have scorned me. Those mer... They crushed my self worth. Treated me like a plastic bag drifting into the infinite abyss. I will take their magic as collateral, and they will turn to me for their every need without a choice.”

Azul's eyes gleamed slightly in the low light, relishing in the thought of revenge against his former bullies. His tentacles tightened slightly on the covers, almost like when an octopus snatched it's prey from the sea floor. Shaking your head, you looked at him with a slight discouraging look, “And would this be legal or...?"

Azul smirked, placing his hand on his chest in mock offense, “Of course! I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of those poor souls, no matter how foolish they are. Indentured servitude if you will.”

You sighed, shaking your head, “I’d be discouraging if it weren't for the fact that those mer from your childhood were being racist. It's not my circus so you do what you want. Just try not to get in too much trouble.”

Azul just smiled, “I wouldn't possibly dream of it.”

The two of you stayed in a comforting silence for a while. With you patching him up and taking care of him, Azul started to relax more and more, having his tentacles relax beneath the covers. The purple and deep blues of the decor in his room were a calming lullaby, giving a sense of safety that curled around you both like a blanket. Azul tried his best not to let a tentacle grab your wrist to pull you closer. In all his years, he had been focused on control of others and himself, not on simple touches. It was... Nice.

Azul smiled a little more, but it was more tender this time, “Thank you. I mean it. You could have simply left me and... I'm not sure where I would be now. I suppose I get wrapped up in my mind on occasion.”

You smiled as you say up, putting the ointment away, “Hey, it happens to everyone. You just need to put all that energy into a healthy hobby. Like ... Like cooking. I hear from your employees all the time that you don't know how to cook.”

Azul chuckled slightly, “Yes, it's true. I wouldn't mind making a deal for you to teach me however...”

As you turned to leave, most likely giving him much needed privacy, Azul's relaxed demeanor changed. His eyes narrowed slightly as he used his tentacles to grab you firmly, but with a gentle undertone. Azul laughed slightly but there was an undertone of desperation underneath, “Did you really think I would let you go, angelfish? I believe we made an arrangement, you comfort me, and you get a discount. One of the clauses is that you stay right here with me tonight.”

Azul tucked you into bed with him as he smirked, pulling you close into a tentative hug. Azul didn't like being touched due to the unfamiliarity of it, but he was willing to make an exception just this once. Azul stayed mindful of his tentacles as he had them touch the covers rather than get tangled up in you. One of his tentacles wrapped around your waist however, not to pull you close, but to keep you right next to him.

Blushing, you tried to speak but Azul placed a hand gently against your lips, “Shh... Just... Just let me have this. Just for tonight. Or no discount for you, angelfish.” Azul smirked again but it still had that vulnerable undertone, like he was desperate for connection.

You sighed softly as you relaxed, deciding to get comfortable. You didn't have much of a choice with how he was holding you like a child with their teddy bear, “Alright but... Shouldn't we helping you with your perdictment?”

Azul chuckled as he buried his face in your neck, “As punctual as I am, those are tomorrow problems. I have a fantastic opportunity today.”

Azul's smile faded just a bit, speaking softly while he focused on the sound of your breathing, reassuring himself that you were still there, “Y/N... Please stay. I don't want to be alone right now... The silence would be... too loud for me.”

Your gaze softened as you traced the rubbery gray skin of his arm. He was cold, just how an octopus would be in the cool depths below. He wasn't just relying on you for body heat however, you were his rock. He didn't want to hear all the voices in his head, both past and present, that he wasn't enough. He just wanted to hear your voice... Telling him that he was enough, that he he didn't need to change, that... That he was beautiful.

You spoke softly as you rested your head on his chest, “I’m not going anywhere... I’m going to stay right here tonight. I promise.”

Azul looked down at you with a small smile, looking as if he was going to fall asleep right there, “I usually don’t believe promises. I prefer the fine print but... I can make an exception for you.”

Azul closed his eyes but didn't release his hold on you. The tentacle on your arm caressed your skin gently to reassure his subconscious mind that you were still there. After a few moments, you leaned up carefully to kiss him on the cheek gently, “Goodnight. Sweet dreams... My sea witch.”

After a while, your breathing evened out as you were asleep as well. It was only then that Azul opened his eyes to look at you again. One of his hands reached up to caress your cheek almost reverently as he began to think to himself again. You could have left him when he was almost at his worst, you could have never bothered to come to his room but you did. You did and you found him when he least wanted you to.

“But I ended up being greatful anyway...” He thought to himself. There was no self-loathing anymore, not really. Azul took your chin gently as he looked at your face, really looking at it almost for the first time. He started to smile as he remembered what you called him. “Your sea witch.”

He smiled more as his hands traced the contours of your face, commiting it to memory, “You foolish foolish angelfish... How am I supposed to let you go now...?”

His mind went to all your friends at NRC. Ace, Grim, Deuce, so many people who were so much more worthy of your time compared to him. And yet here you were, in his arms and in his arms only. Azul breathed in deeply, catching the scent that was so naturally you, and it was just for him in this moment.

Azul then realized that this may not happen again. This wonderful tender moment that he had never had before with anyone may never even come close to his grasp ever again. Looking down at you, it dawned on him that he needed more of this feeling. So much more. Your sea witch, that's what you called him. Sure, you may have said it in the thoughts that he could hear but you still did. It was ownership. Ownership...

Azul smiled, but it was a mix between tender and cunning this time as he kissed you on the forehead firmly, “I suppose I’m just going to have make you all mine then, angelfish... No, MY angelfish... My Y/N... All mine...”

Azul's mind raced with ideas of how he was he was going to get you to sign a contract, but for now, you were in his arms. And he was never going to let you go again, not if he had any say in it.

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Yay! You made it to the end! This is the first time I've ever written in a “you” pov, I usually do first person or third person with proper names. I tried to make it for everyone by not saying anything about gender or body types so I tried my best. I have no idea if this was a good fanfic or not, it could be hot garbage and for that, I apologize. I tried to make it as not cringe as possible. 🤣

Thank you so much for reading this far and I hope you have a wonderful day! Stay safe! :D

[sinjaangels]

Friday Night Reading! 📚

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64337182/chapters/165157240#workskin

[telephoniii]

REALLY…HIM?

☆彡 in which professor trein judges your relationship with the NRC boys

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, Trein is your father figure, established relationship, possible OOC

A/N: life’s getting pretty hectic so i’m sorry if my upload schedule slows down. i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Can’t say he’s surprised, just disappointed. It makes sense; he was one of your first friends. However, that doesn’t make him any less troublesome. Despite being a first-year, Ace is one of the biggest slackers and troublemakers on campus— much to Trein’s dismay. His main worry is that Ace will poorly influence you. He’s already seeing it with the two of you getting a crazy amount of detentions and scoldings for unthinkable reasons. You’ve got it rough already being from another world, you don’t need a devil on your shoulder convincing you to get into all kinds of trouble. It’s a real shame said devil is your boyfriend. He’ll allow the relationship and all will seem swell. Little do you know that he pulled Ace aside and had a long chat.

deuce spade

A fine pick; Trein is neither severely impressed nor disappointed. He doesn’t think Deuce is too bad, but he believes you could do better. Deuce will need to somehow prove himself to Trein. On the outside, Trein looks like he absolutely hates his guts. His eyes are always staring at Deuce with this sharp look and it gets the card soldier real nervous real fast. In reality, it’s just Trein keeping a closer eye on him + his RBF. He’s relatively neutral on the first year, yet Deuce is fully convinced that his professor wants to set him on fire.

cater diamond

Trein is very annoyed with your choice. He doesn’t like Cater’s social media addiction and would much rather have you hit the books than scrolling through Magicam. Not to mention, he feels as though something about Cater’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a facade, and doesn’t trust him around you. Cater finds Trein scary, but he’s not as intimidated as Deuce. As he does with Ace, Trein takes Cater to have a talk, and—surprisingly— his opinions on the third year improve. He doesn’t fully like him, but he’ll tolerate Cater more so than beforehand. Cater also offers to help Trein make a social media account; it’s cute yet chaotic all the same watching them bond.

trey clover

Before Trein can form a solid thought on Trey, the vice housewarden is subtly trying to win his favor. Trey knows how about his father-like connection to you and immediately shapes up. He gifts Trein different pastries and learns which ones he’s partial to. What really wins the professor over is when Trey starts volunteering to help clean his classroom after class. Trein won’t even know the two of you are already together and he’ll make comments around you like, “That Clover boy is real nice…” Needless to say, Trein approves of Trey long before he finds out you both are in a relationship.

riddle rosehearts

Trein immediately scowls when he hears the news of your relationship. You’d think he’d approve due to Riddle’s intellect and dutiful behavior. Admittedly, Trein does like that about Riddle. But he despises the boy’s bursts of anger, finding them childish and unfitting for a future mage. He’s seen the housewarden go berserk on one too many students and doesn’t trust he won’t do the same to you. Trein doesn’t want you walking on eggshells around your own partner. This is another one who’ll have to prove themselves to Trein. Riddle will be upset when he hears of Trein’s low opinion of him, but gets a surge of motivation to convince him otherwise. You’ll find Riddle working even harder on his studies than before you didn’t even think that was possible in hopes of gaining Trein’s favor. He’ll eventually get it. I imagine that Riddle does some small, heroic deed for you that really shows his love, and Trein just so happens to be passing by and sees it. Once your unofficial official father in Twisted Wonderland gets along with Riddle, expect to be nagged about missing assignments and homework a WHOLE LOT.

jack howl

Similar to Trey, he immediately knows about your bond with Trein. Instead of trying to win over the professor, Jack takes a more blunt approach. He goes straight to his desk after class and tells him about your relationship, being upfront about his feelings towards you. Trein respects it. He thinks that Jack has more guts than most on campus and trusts him to protect you. He’s quite supportive of the relationship, acting as a mentor for the both of you. You can catch him watching the two of you with a tiny smile, murmuring something along the lines of, “Young love.” The two of you remind him of his own marriage with his late wife. It makes him sentimental in a way.

ruggie bucchi

A BIG 180 FROM JACK. Trein thinks this guy is sleazy. Ruggie couldn’t care less in the beginning, finding it funny to practically hang off your shoulder while Trein stared daggers into him. Then it started to seep in that it may or may not be important to get Trein’s approval for a long-term relationship with you. That’s when he gets his act together and completely starts sucking up to Trein. He’ll help out with paperwork, errands, cleaning up, etc! All for free! much to his dismay All Ruggie asks for in return is Trein’s support for your relationship. He catches Trein by surprise with how well his work ethic is. The lengths the hyena goes to for you ends up leaving the professor impressed.

leona kingscholar

Professor Trein is both surprised and disappointed. Now how did this happen? He didn't think Kingscholar was capable of being nice to anyone, let alone get into a whole relationship. Well, he bugs you to tell your boyfriend to start showing up to class. He’s not exactly happy with you dating a huge slacker like him, but Trein knows that Leona is a smart boy. Brash and not his first pick, sure, but he wouldn’t play with your heart or rope you into anything stupid. He trusts Kingscholar to protect you. But if he starts seeing you begin to skip class— which is going to happen, Leona’s going to make you do it at least once— he’ll pull YOU aside and give you an earful. Tough love, unfortunately.

floyd leech

Hell no. All the red blaring flags. Now why would you go and do that? Really? Out of EVERYONE? You bet your bottoms Trein is actively speaking out against your relationship every single time he sees you. He doesn't even want to try to talk to Floyd. Trein is convinced you are addicted to getting in trouble and lets out the biggest old man sigh. Is there any way Floyd can win the professor’s favor? Probably not. And if there was a way, would Floyd even do it? Big fat no. Floyd thinks it is hilarious that Professor Trein disapproves, upping his affections around him with that toothy grin of his. And if you guys have a class together that Trein teaches? Chaos. Expect a lot of paper balls to be thrown at you.

jade leech

“Are you okay??” Is the first thing Trein asks when you tell him you and Jade are in a relationship. Doesn't exactly trust the boy, but Jade tends to behave around him. The professor has always seen him being picture-perfect whenever he’s around which is 100% suspicious, but Trein doesn't have any solid reasons to disapprove. Jade, like his brother, finds the whole situation very amusing. He’s always figuring out new ways to appear like the ‘ideal boyfriend’ to Trein. If he ever talks to the professor he’ll slip in a comment like, “I never disappoint, trust me” and it makes Trein distrust him even more.

azul ashengrotto

Now what bet did you lose for this to have happened? At least Ashengrotto is a star student, you need to hang out around more of those in his opinion. After confirming that, “No, no bet was lost,” and “No, he’s not paying for my love,” Trein was pretty alright with it. The Monstro Lounge is a student-ran organization, it's clear from that the young boy is capable and responsible. He just keeps a very, very close eye on you two. The last thing Trein wants is for Azul to take advantage of you since— knowing him— he seems like the type to do so. Expect frequent questions of “How’s your relationship going?” and “He’s treating you right, right?” Azul is going to get asked to stay after class to talk. Trein then proceeds to threaten lecture him on how to properly treat your lover. He just wants to make sure you don't get wrapped up in one of those contracts he’s heard about. Azul has quite the track record.

kalim al asim

Automatically assumes you’re dating him for the money and begins to ramble about how you should marry for love. Tells you about his late wife and how much he loved her— it is so sweet I'm actually crying. That's the kind of love he wants you to have. You’ve got to reassure him that, “Yes, my certified father figure, I do love him very much and I’m not just in it for the money.” After that talk, he finds the relationship sweet but kind of concerning. Kalim is a nice boy but severely naive and, frankly, incompetent. Trein starts to go a little harder on Kalim in class, not that he was going easy anyway. He scrutinizes the essays he turns in and chastises him for missing an assignment. As he watches you kiss Kalim on the cheek after getting an A, Trein can only sigh and think, “He’s lucky he’s rich.”

jamil viper

Trein’s pretty okay with him. He’s a level-headed guy with passable grades and the title of a vice housewarden. However, the professor did hear about his Overblot and does think that there's more beneath the surface. He doesn't judge him for his Overblot, no. But Trein does keep a closer eye on him to make sure he isn't scheming anything involving you. The professor also tries to push him to do better academically. He’s heard from you about how smart Jamil truly is and can see his potential, so he tries to get him to stop holding back. Jamil is a little appreciative of it and respects Trein as your father figure, but still isn't a fan of sticking out. Nor does he plan on giving into Trein’s attempts.

epel felmier

Is fine with the relationship at first. He was polite, soft-spoken, and a part of Pomfiore. Most students belonging to that dorm are pompous, but respectful nonetheless. Then Epel’s true nature comes out and Trein is constantly reprimanding him for horseplay. It's kinda funny how surprised Trein is by Epel’s country toughness. The professor definitely had his suspicions— nobody at NRC is innocent, he’s learned every student here has some sort of dark side— but he definitely wouldn't have expected this. A part of Trein actually prefers him like this. You are dating someone with a backbone who will defend you. He encourages Epel to be himself around him, promising a judgment-free area. They get along pretty well surprisingly, with Trein being a sort of mentor to him. Overall, very sweet and Trein approves.

rook hunt

In the most blunt way possible, Trein tells you, “Your boyfriend weirds me out.” He thinks Rook is an oddball for sure. No way around it. Is half convinced Rook is stalking him. Because he is. When you explained to your boyfriend about the bond you had with Professor Trein, he got way too intrigued and ended up ‘watching’ Trein like he does to Leona. It's not until the professor makes a passing comment about being paranoid that he’s being watched that you realized, “Oh shit my boyfriends stalking you.” You don't say that to him— you don't want Rook getting in trouble. So you settle on having a really long talk with Rook about it who reassures you he’d never disturb your father figure or the absolutely beautiful bond between the two of you. He still worries you sometimes when he goes missing and randomly reappears by walking out of Trein’s classroom.

vil schoenheit

Trein worries that Vil won’t make the time for you. He’s aware that Schoenheit is a busy boy as he’s missed his class plentiful in the past. He’ll make Vil stay after class for a little to talk to him about it, giving him a fatherly warning about being ready to fully commit to a relationship and the time it takes to manage one. Vil is, admittedly, insulted that Trein doubts his ability to wholeheartedly love you but takes it in stride. He sees this as a sign to up his game in the romance department and properly does so, dedicating more time to pampering you. The professor expresses his concerns to his coworker, Crewel, who talks his ear off about how much of a “good pup” Vil is and that he won't disappoint. Trein can’t help but agree when he spots you walking into class looking more freshened with slight makeup on and a new hair-do that Vil definitely did for you.

idia shroud

Once you break the news to Trein, he immediately asks to meet with Idia one-on-one. The blue-haired student rarely shows up to class! And that iPad isn't going to cut it forever! He needs to be able to size him up in person. Idia, naturally, is scared to death. At first, he immediately declines, insisting that they don't really need to meet up, the whole idea is stupid, and it’ll be fine if he stays right there in his room. Then you sit down with him and tell him how important Trein is to you and… sigh You landed a natural 20 on the dice of persuasion. Idia can’t believe he's doing this. You’re beside him the whole time as he stutters in front of Trein. Is Trein impressed? No, not at all. Yet your confidence in the Shroud and constant praise is reassuring. The professor’s going to make you force Idia into showing up in person in class. His attendance rivals Leona's.

sebek zigvolt

Doesn't really care for Sebek despite the first year's desperate attempts at trying to impress him. Sebek lost him after he started talking about Malleus when Trein asked about you. Ever since then, it’s just been him trying to win him back to no prevail. Kinda sad to watch. He’ll be the biggest gentleman ever: rushing to doors to open them for Trein, scrubbing his whole classroom for him from top to bottom, and yelling at other students to be quiet— though he was pretty much doing that before you two even got together. But every time Sebek gets close to winning the professor’s favor, he ends up going on a tangent about how amazing his liege is, and we're back at square one. You’ve got to rub him on the back and kiss him on the cheek while telling him, “Trein will come around one day!” Even if that day never comes.

silver

Not a fan. He’s witnessed Silver fall asleep in his class one too many times and thinks it's disrespectful. Once you tell Silver, he’s upset as it's not exactly something he can change, but will put in extra effort not only in Trein’s class but in all his classes. He studies with you beside him so you can prevent him from falling asleep when you see him get all drowsy-eyed. Trein immediately takes note of Silver’s hard work and grit as the boy passes his class with flying colors while asking if there’s anything he could do to help him after hours. It's only when he hears from his fellow teachers that Silver has been doing exceptionally well is he actually impressed. Afterwards, Trein will start being more understanding of Silver’s constant sleeping. He won't be any less strict, but he won’t lay into him for it as hard as before since learning it's out of Silver’s control. Trein thinks rather positively of your relationship, comparing it to the ones in the fairytales.

lilia vanrouge

A bit disturbed, to say the least. Lilia is older than him after all. Trein tried to keep a close eye on the two of you, but Lilia always caught him and pursued a staring match. Trein was always the first to look away. Lilia finds it entertaining. He tries to play tiny tricks on the professor, but you stop him at the very last minute. You sit down and try to explain that you deeply care about Trein and, by extension, what Trein thinks of him. Lilia proceeded to suggest that he brings Trein some cookies to win him over to which you immediately say no. Honestly, I don’t see Trein really ever warming up to Lilia. He just pretends the old bat doesn't exist and isn't your boyfriend. Lilia finds that incredibly funny while you're dying inside.

malleus draconia

The fact you were able to get close to the Draconia is an impressive feat to Trein. However, future ruler of Briar Valley or not, he intends to make sure that Malleus treats you right. Right when you tell Malleus that Trein is basically your father, the fae goes straight to the professor, confesses to him about your relationship, and swears to take good care of you with this ominous tone. Trein isn’t very fond of Malleus at first, struggling to decipher whether or not that introduction was genuine. It isn't until you go to him after class, gushing about the late-night walk you went on with Malleus yesterday and shoving cute little polaroid photos in his face does Trein begin to trust the fae. He makes sure to scold you for not being asleep at that time, yes, but he stares at one of the photographs for way too long, imagining you and Malleus as him and his late wife for a moment. A small smile appears on his face. However, he can’t help but think that the two of you are down a similar path; the happiest marriage ever, kids, and one lover outliving the other. A tragedy, but he’ll let you enjoy it while it lasts just like he did. As long as you’re happy.

[elizzsush]

Beastmen Courting Rituals | TWST

Savanaclaw Dorm X Reader

Leona X Reader, Ruggie X Reader, Jack X Reader,

---- BeastFolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, some even taught from a young age certain courting rituals. (Non-Human courting rituals part 1/3)

Note: Fun fact, I began making Fae courting first but then I posted the future kid thing and didn't want to post two Diasomnia so close together!

Octavinelle Ver | Diasomnia Ver.

Jack:

It started very small, one day he was there, the next he was there again, and the next he was also there.

He was always there.

Then it got a bit... weird? You noticed that when he would approach you, he was making this grumbling, whining sounds? You don't even think he realized it. You chose to ignore this fact for now, maybe it was just because he was a beast man? You didn't want to be rude by saying anything- or make him feel embarrassed.

After that he began to help you with your hair more as well. Well, your general appearance. He'd help you fix your uniform and brush off any dust or anything you'd may want or need help with. In turn you helped him back, it was only fair after all!

Never mind his flushed face while you did this, moving small hairs back in place and picking any particles off his own uniform.

"There's our dynamic pair! beauty and the beast man." Ace teased, a confident grin on his face while you sat down at the table, Jack not too far behind you.

Jack just rolled his eyes, a small blush on his face as he ignored Ace. Aka, while he did the smart thing to do. You, however, have yet to learn that Despite so many months of friendship and raised an eyebrow at the Card boy. "What are you talking about." You rolled your eyes at the boy.

"You don't know? but it's so obvious!" Ace frowned, Grim nodding beside him in agreement, though you doubted he even knew what the boy was talking about. "His tail is always wagging like a fan when he's talking to ya! He's totally in l-" just as Ace was about to finish speaking Jack piped up, his ears straight on his head in an alert manner and his tail stiff behind him.

"I didn't get anything to drink when we got food." He excused himself, you tried to get a look at his face because he wasn't looking at you but he didn't look back and stood up.

Glancing at his tray, you didn't fail to notice the milk carton on it. Plush, Jack was always the prepared, diligent one. That was so odd... You glanced back at Ace only to find him laughing to himself like the funniest thing just happened. "Whatever, where is Deuce?" You rolled your eyes.

"Why should I know? I'm not his mom."

After that, Ace started calling you dense. Maybe you were because you really didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

After that it was like there was a switch in Jack. He began to be touchier, not that you minded of course! Cuddling with friends is always nice, and you liked to think it was because of his more... animalistic features and instincts he was cuddlier.

But somehow it felt more intimate. He'd nuzzle his face into your neck and hang off of you like he was a coat instead of a large man who was... well jacked.

You'd often wrestle him off of you because he had gotten into the habit of, as you said before, hanging off of you! He'd whine and almost instinctually wrestle you back to stay into his place.

You may not be as strong as him, but you also didn't hate the way he'd run with you at P.E. You knew he could easily run laps around everyone, but instead he stuck with you. Smiling at you exhausted look and cheering you on. "I'm sure Coach Vargas wouldn't mind us taking a break?" He laughs a bit awkwardly after you glared at him for suggesting it when he barely even broke a sweat.

It wasn't till after Leona off Handly mentioned something about you smelling like Jack. Even wrinkling his nose and saying that he "didn't have to lay it on that thick." That you started to think, maybe, just maybe, something else was going on here.

So, you went to the library. Got yourself your very own book (that you had to return in two weeks) on Beastfolk Mating rituals.

Suddenly, it made sense why Ace thought you were dense. Apparently, this was commonish knowledge in this world! And maybe you were ignoring pretty obvious signs now that you thought about it.

So, one afternoon when Jack was hanging off of you, that look in his eyes you hadn't noticed till now. You bit his hand. His ears straightened in surprise and he looked at you for a moment. A thick blush on his face.

"Am I dense or are you courting me?" You finally asked now that you had his attention.

"I have been for a while now..." He sheepishly admitted while not looking you in the eye.

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Ruggie:

He avoided you like the plague, at first.

Even now, sometimes when he's approaching you, you noticed that he might backtrack and hesitate.

Now he is a lot more relaxed, often hanging off of your shoulder. Now that he knows you won't bite his head off. His tail would wag behind him slightly while he interacted with you. A stark contrast to the stiff, alert eared boy he was just a little while ago!

You will say though, it did take some of your lunches to get here. You'd equate this process to that of getting a scared cat to approach you with treats. Now, you didn't even need the treats to get him around! He'd approach you first now too. Still with hesitance, but once he did come up to you he did seem to enjoy himself.

"He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck. "He loved hanging off of you and cuddling up to you. He was very handsy, (Like most beast men, you'd later learned) His face often nuzzled into the nook of your neck.

"It's so weird to see a Ruggie-Senpai hang out with you so much." Deuce said off handedly one afternoon. You two were studying together when he thought of this.

"What do you mean?" You couldn't help but ask the card solider. Putting your pen down as you looked at him curiously.

The boy just shrugged, a odd look on his face. "I don't know, I just thought Hyena beast men were more... You know." he added a bit awkwardly. You decided to drop it there.

"Yeah... Anyway, I think I remember-"

The interaction stood out in your head, however. What exactly did Deuce even mean? After that interaction, you noticed a couple things as well. Beast students would look at you and nodded at you in recognition? Leona's nose would scrunch up a bit when you spoke to him (though he never made any comments on it), and when you walked into Savanaclaw a beast guy once mistook you for Ruggie before he looked at you?

What did any of that even mean?! When you asked Jack, he just said you smelt like Ruggie.

That small interaction you had with Deuce quickly began to send you down a hill of thinking about everything Ruggie ever did! How he hung off of you, and how you two hung out. It got even weirder when Ruggie offered you some food. Like he had been for a while.

This was very out of character for the Hyena boy! How did you not realize it before? So, you asked him about it. "How come you always offer me something when we eat together?"

He blushed a bit looking at you with wide eyes for a moment before shaking his head, "I do that don't I?" he laughed awkwardly, "I mean I bring food home for the neighborhood kids too. We all got to eat; you know?" He shrugged it off. You wondered what that meant, because he didn't do it with anyone else, but you failed to push him on the subject.

Your sad to say, you never fully realized what was happening till someone explained it to you.

He knocked on Ramshackle door with a handful of pretty dandelions and asked you on a date. "Perfect, would you like to um... go out with me?" he asked hesitantly, a nervous smile on his face while he put his head down. Like he was trying to protect his neck...

You said yes and it was after that Leona explained how annoying it was watching you two and basically inadvertently explained everything to you...

"That would have been helpful to know sooner." You grumbled to yourself after talking with the lion.

"Eh? Ignore him shyhehe!~ Ruggie just snickered with his usual sly smile.

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Leona:

Leona didn't really have time for games. If he liked, you he'd just come out and say it. At least, that's what you had first thought. Yes, he did use your lap as a pillow and you two did cuddle somewhat regularly. That didn't exactly mean anything. Right?

And yeah, Ruggie did scrunch his nose up and complain that you smelt too much like Leona, but that didn't matter. Leona probably didn't mean to do that; he was probably sleeping.

Did Leona roar at you? Yeah, so what? It was like a yawn; it just came out. No, he wasn't blushing! He couldn't be because you were already looking away in embarrassment.

Leona just didn't like you like that. No matter how many Courting book you read on beast men!

The Lion man in question invited you out to a Spelldrive tournament he had been practicing for. Obviously, you went without a second thought. It would be nice to see the lazy lion not lazing around for once! At least that's how you justified it.

You definitely didn't want to just see your crush play a match.

You couldn't help but notice the whole time, how Leona kept looking at you in your seat. Making sure you had just seen him perform. You'd smile and cheer for him and maybe, just maybe, a sense of pride would build up in his chest.

And maybe it was really nice to hear you cheer, and see you jump up from your seat in excitement. And maybe it was really nice to be able to cheer for him.

So you planned to confess to him after this game. "Leona I really liked you! I have for a while now!" And you did.

"Finally." He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, you two then went to cuddle in the garden.

Did that mean you two were together now...?

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A/N: I know that some dorms aren't like nonhuman, but I can imagine that like Riddle was taught like courting customs in The Queendom of Roses, (Some queen of heart rule) or like the scalding sands have some costumes? Like the world changes because of beastmen/Fae customs and people adapted to that and added it to their own ways of approaching a relationship? Idk lol

Sorry Leona's part was quite short, I was getting tired and just wanted to get this out! But thank you for reading!

[yuuchama]

"Fascinating."

You tried to ignore Malleus Draconia and his commentary, despite him towering behind you. On occasion he would lean forward, in such close proximity that strands of his hair fell forward and tickled your neck.

"What purpose does this tool serve? Why do you simply not use magic?" he inquired.

"There is no magic in my world," you reminded him. "I guess people in the past used regular fire, but nowadays this is way easier. And safer."

Malleus took a step back as you moved to retrieve a plate. He kept his focus on the strange machine atop your counter. It ticked with each passing second. His curious green eyes were reflected in its shiny metal shell. He put his hands behind his back and watched like an old man observing street construction.

With a loud ding, two slices of bread jumped out from the device. You put them on the plate and hurried to spread butter before they cooled off. Malleus smiled with glee.

"Heh. How amusing. You never cease to amaze me with new things."

You offered him the first buttered slice, which he eagerly accepted. You'd never seen a man so enraptured by a toaster before. He dug his fangs into the golden-brown bread with a satisfying crunch.

"Only takes a couple of minutes," you boasted. "Anyone can use it, no magic required, and it cooks all sorts of stuff. Bread, frozen waffles... frozen pancakes..."

You realized maybe the toaster was not as versatile as you thought, but cooking bread and frozen breakfast goods was still plenty impressive.

Malleus polished off his snack by licking the crumbs around his mouth. "Delicious. Do you have anything more we can use? I would like to try operating this... toaster."

[sweetiestars]

“Skin to skin” with Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Regardless of size, you felt on the same level as him. He ensured your comfort at every subtle movement, and you did the same. Through reckless abandon or engraved trust, there was no fearful bone in your body as you shed your clothes. He waited under his blankets at your request, turned away (also at your request).

When he did feel you pressed against him without clothing covering you, he sighed. It was one of content. You against his bare back felt so peaceful.

There was so lust behind either of your actions. Only pure and unabashed love.

Lilia Vanrouge

Though you knew of his past, you’d never ask for him to elaborate on the holes of the stories. You took the nonsensical elements as a part of his being. There was one true thing though. He preferred to be alone during rest before you came along. And after? He could not sleep the same in your absence.

When he peeks at you changing out of your day clothing, he’s in awe. How lovely you look, and it was all hidden from him??? He jests of course, but when he feels you cuddle up to him, no fabrics separating you…

He fights the urge to cry in realizing how gentle your love is, and how much you trust him.

Silver

He was used to being yelled at to wake up. It grew to be normal, expecting to be startled by Sebek or some random and concerned classmate. But he was unfamiliar to your methods. When he wakes up with you, it’s from touch. The way his sleeve is lifted in order for your arms to touch with nothing between.

Maybe it frightens him more than the yelling. But he longs for your touch afterwards. He starts to take off his blazer before snoozing if he can remember, just to make your life a little easier.

He wants to wake up to you someday, but he’ll settle with your arm.

Sebek Zigvolt

Linked pinkies is the most he’s willing to do in terms of touching you, (still getting defensive). So you smile when he offers to hug you in a moment of stress. You can’t feel his skin, but you feel his heartbeat when you embrace. And it calms you from a state of panic.

Sebek is a boy that is incapable of connecting on a certain level, but he does try. He tries so hard for you. If only you could see it.

Ko-Fi

[creativecupcake]

Just some of the boys not being able to go without their SO for a day.

How'd They React To You Skipping School

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . comedy/drama - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] cater . leona. floyd . vil . rook . silver . sebek . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: I had like no idea of what to post, so I just decided to post one of my drafts!

Cater Diamond

Cater is used to you doing your own thing, but when he realizes you're skipping school without telling him, it throws him off. He first notices your absence in class when he glances over at your usual seat and finds it empty.

"Huh? No way. Did she sleep in?" he mumbles, tilting his head.

He checks his Magicam feed just in case, and sure enough—there you are, chilling at a café, sipping on a fancy drink with a little dessert on the side.

"Omg. She’s out living her best life while I’m suffering in Trein’s lecture?? Rude."

At first, he considers letting it slide. After all, it’s not like he never ditches, but the more he thinks about it, the more a nagging feeling settles in his chest.

So, the second class ends, he shoots you a text.

Cay-kun 🧡: Baaaaabe, why am I seeing u on my Magicam instead of in class? U cheating on me with a strawberry shortcake? 😭🍰

You don’t reply right away. He sighs, leaning against a hallway wall. Then, an idea strikes him. If you’re going to skip school, why not have a real ditch day adventure?

Thirty minutes later, you’re peacefully enjoying your alone time when a very familiar voice chimes in from across the café.

"Omg, no way. What are the chances? I just happened to be in the area~", Cater says, sliding into the seat across from you with an easy grin.

You roll your eyes. "Cater, you totally left school to find me."

He laughs, taking a sip of your drink without asking. "Busted. But c’mon, how could I let my precious girlfriend have all the fun by herself? We could’ve planned a whole cute ditch day together!"

Though he’s joking, there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—concern, maybe? You don’t miss the way his fingers drum lightly against the table, the way his usual easygoing smile seems just a bit forced.

"Next time, at least tell me, okay? I wanna make sure you’re safe. Plus, if you’re gonna skip, might as well do it with style. Matching outfits, cute couple photos—the whole deal."

Even though he’s being playful, you know he’s serious. And honestly? You wouldn’t mind skipping with him next time.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is no stranger to skipping school—hell, it’s practically his hobby. So when he hears from Ruggie that you didn’t show up to class, his first reaction is to scoff.

"Tch. So what? Not like it’s my problem."

But as the day drags on, something bugs him. He expected you to at least text him if you were gonna skip.

By the time lunch rolls around, his patience is gone.

Instead of going to class, he heads straight to his usual napping spot in the botanical gardens—where, conveniently, he finds you lounging on a bench, headphones in, eyes closed as you soak in the afternoon sun.

For a moment, he just watches. Then, with a sigh, he plops down beside you, one arm draped over the back of the bench as he tilts his head toward you.

"You got some nerve skippin’ without tellin’ me."

Your eyes snap open. "Leona? How’d you—"

"I am the king, y’know. I got eyes everywhere."

He leans in, his voice dropping to that low, lazy drawl that always sends a shiver down your spine. "So? You got a reason for dodging class, or you just felt like slacking?"

You mumble something about needing a break. Leona raises an eyebrow, letting out a deep sigh.

"Hmph. Well, can’t say I blame you. But if you’re gonna play hooky, at least do it right."

Before you can react, he shifts, lying down with his head in your lap, eyes already closing.

"Since you’re already here, you might as well stay. I ain’t letting you run off alone again—next time, you skip, you tell me first. Got it?"

His words are firm, but the way his hand lazily rests on your knee, fingers tracing absentminded patterns, tells you everything you need to know.

You weren’t just skipping school—you were skipping him. And Leona Kingscholar doesn’t like being left out.

Floyd Leech

When Floyd finds out you skipped school, the reaction is instant and dramatic.

It starts when he bursts into your dorm room, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Shrimpyyyyy~ Why weren’t you in class today?"

Before you can even answer, he flops down onto your bed, stretching like a lazy cat.

"I was soooo boooored. Sitting in class with no Shrimpy to tease? Ugh, it was awful!"

You roll your eyes. "Floyd, it’s just one day. I needed a break."

The air shifts.

Floyd props himself up on one elbow, his usual playful smile still in place, but there’s something more intense behind his eyes now.

"Hmm. A break from school? Or a break from me?"

You blink. "Wait, what? No, that’s not—"

Before you can finish, he’s suddenly on top of you, his long fingers gently but firmly pressing against your wrists. His grin widens, but his grip tightens just slightly.

"Y’know, if you wanted to play hooky, you could’ve just told me. We coulda done something fun together." His voice drops to a murmur, lips brushing against your ear. "But instead, you ran off all alone… That’s kinda mean, don’tcha think?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Floyd, I didn’t mean it like that—"

In an instant, his mood flips back.

"Hehe, just kidding~!" He suddenly rolls off you, laughing as he sprawls out on the bed again.

"Buuut next time you skip, I’m coming with you. No ifs, ands, or buts. Shrimpy doesn’t get to run away from me, got it?"

Despite the playfulness, you know he’s dead serious. And honestly? It’s safer to just agree. Because when Floyd wants something…

He gets it.

Here’s how Vil, Rook, and Silver would react to you skipping school, each in their own unique way!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil notices your absence immediately. He keeps a close eye on you—not in an overbearing way (or so he claims), but enough to know when something’s off.

It starts when he walks into class and sees your seat empty. He frowns.

"Where is she?" he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

Even Rook, who usually lets things play out naturally, raises an eyebrow at Vil’s reaction.

"Perhaps ma belle has decided to take an impromptu escape from the drudgery of academia?"

Vil clicks his tongue. "Hardly. She wouldn’t skip for no reason. Which means…"

His eyes narrow as he pulls out his phone and dials your number. It rings. And rings. No answer.

Vil is not amused.

By lunch, he has had enough. With a sigh, he closes his notebook, stands up, and says, "If the professors ask, tell them I’m handling a… personal matter."

A few students exchange glances, but no one questions him. When Vil Schoenheit is on a mission, he gets what he wants.

—

You’re lounging at a quiet spot near the outskirts of campus, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when suddenly—

"There you are."

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

Vil stands before you, arms crossed, his violet eyes burning with irritation.

"Would you like to explain to me why you’ve chosen to neglect your studies today?"

You stammer out something about needing a break. The pressure of school, the endless expectations—it was all just too much.

For a moment, Vil just stares at you. Then, with a sigh, he walks over and gracefully sits beside you.

"I understand," he says at last, his tone softer now. "But running away won’t solve anything, my dear. If you were overwhelmed, you should have come to me."

His fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his expression unreadable.

"Your beauty, your mind, your potential—they are things that should be nurtured, not neglected. And if anyone dares to say otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me."

You swallow, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

"But…" he continues, tilting your chin up slightly, "if you ever pull something like this again without informing me, I will drag you back to class myself. Understood?"

With Vil, skipping school is not just about missing lessons. It’s about maintaining excellence—and to him, you deserve nothing less.

Rook Hunt

Rook doesn’t need anyone to tell him you skipped school. He feels it.

The moment he steps into the classroom, a shiver runs down his spine. He scans the room, and sure enough—you’re missing.

"Ah… mon trésor, where could you have vanished to?"

Anyone else might have let it go. But Rook? Rook Hunt?

Oh, no, no, no.

This is a hunt.

—

You think you’ve found the perfect hiding spot—a secluded meadow just beyond campus. The breeze is gentle, the grass soft, and the world feels so blissfully quiet.

But then—

"Ah…! What a rare and exquisite sight! A most beautiful creature, escaping the confines of duty to embrace the wild!"

You jerk up, heart pounding. "Rook?! How—"

He smiles down at you, eyes glimmering with delight.

"My dear, you wound me! Did you truly believe you could evade me?"

You groan. "Can’t I have one day to myself?"

Rook simply chuckles, kneeling beside you. "But of course! And what a splendid setting you have chosen! Ah, the crisp air, the golden sunlight—it is a moment worthy of poetry!"

You sigh, leaning back. "So, you’re not going to drag me back?"

Rook tilts his head.

"Non, non, ma chérie. Who am I to interfere with the call of your spirit?" His voice lowers, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "However… I must ask—were you running to something… or from something?"

You pause. You hadn’t thought about it that way.

Rook hums, plucking a flower and tucking it behind your ear.

"Whatever it is, you need not face it alone. If ever you wish to flee again… invite me along, oui? Let us embark on a grand adventure together."

His words are sweet, but the message is clear—next time, he will find you. And next time… you might not mind.

Silver

Silver is usually the one who accidentally skips class (thanks to his habit of falling asleep anywhere), so when he realizes you’re the one missing, it catches him off guard.

Lilia is the first to notice his concern.

"Looking for someone, Silver?" he asks, sipping his tea.

Silver hesitates. "She’s not here. She wasn’t in class this morning."

Lilia chuckles. "Ah, young love. Are you worried, or do you just miss her?"

Silver’s ears turn a little pink. "That’s not—"

But he is worried.

So, after finishing his morning duties, he sets off to find you. It doesn’t take long.

He finds you by a quiet stream, legs dangling over the edge, watching the water ripple. You don’t even hear him approach—until he’s sitting beside you.

"Skipping school, huh?" he says, voice calm but firm.

You sigh. "Are you here to lecture me?"

Silver shakes his head. "No. But I am here to make sure you’re okay."

You blink, surprised.

He gazes at the water for a long moment before speaking again.

"I get it. Sometimes, the world moves too fast. Sometimes, you just… need to stop." He exhales. "I’ve felt that way too."

His honesty takes you off guard.

"But," he continues, turning to look at you, "you don’t have to bear it alone. If you ever need to slow down… let me stay by your side."

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his voice. Silver has always been gentle, always patient—but beneath it all is a quiet strength, one that makes you feel… safe.

He offers you his hand. "Let’s go back together. But if you really don’t want to, then I’ll stay here with you."

You stare at his outstretched hand. And for the first time today, you don’t feel like you have to run.

Because with Silver beside you, the world doesn’t seem so overwhelming anymore.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek prided himself on being alert, disciplined, and ever-diligent in all things—so when he noticed your absence from class, his first instinct was absolute outrage.

"Where is she?!" he bellowed the moment roll call finished, slamming his hands down on his desk.

The entire class turned to stare. Even Lilia, who was used to Sebek’s theatrics, raised an eyebrow.

"Calm yourself, Sebek. I’m sure she has her reasons," Lilia said, sipping his tea.

Sebek whirled around. "Reasons? What reasons could possibly justify this?! My human— I mean, my beloved has abandoned her education!"

His heart raced in his chest, not just from frustration, but from concern. What if something had happened to you? What if you were in danger? What if—gasp—you were avoiding him?!

No. Unacceptable.

Without hesitation, Sebek stormed out of class, determined to find you and drag you back to school himself.

—

You were relaxing in a quiet corner of the gardens, lying beneath the shade of a tree, finally enjoying some peace. That is, until—

"HUMAN!"

The roar of your name nearly sent you flying out of your seat. Before you could even react, Sebek loomed over you, arms crossed, golden eyes blazing with intensity.

"You dare to SKIP CLASS?! What kind of nonsense is this?! Have you no sense of duty?!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Sebek, please. Not so loud."

"LOUD?!" he repeated, even louder. "How can I possibly remain quiet when you have committed such a heinous act?! Skipping school—DISGRACEFUL!"

You sighed. "I just needed a break. I wasn’t in the mood for class today."

Sebek scowled. He wanted to scold you further—to lecture you on the importance of education, of discipline, of honor—but then… he saw the tired look in your eyes.

His frustration wavered.

"You… were not in the mood?" he repeated, his voice softer now.

You nodded. "I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I just wanted to breathe a little, that’s all."

Sebek stiffened. His grip on his arms tightened. His natural instinct was to demand you push through it—to insist that duty must always come first.

But then… he thought of Lord Malleus. How often had his master been told to put his responsibilities first? How often had he been isolated because of that very thinking?

Sebek hesitated. Then, very slowly, he sat down beside you.

"If you were feeling unwell… you should have informed me." His voice was still gruff, but gentler now. "It is my duty to stand by your side, no matter the circumstance."

You blinked, surprised by the change in his tone. Sebek? Being understanding? That was new.

He cleared his throat. "But! This does NOT mean I condone such behavior!" He huffed, turning away. "If you must rest, then rest properly! Not by… skipping school like some delinquent!"

You smiled. "So, you’re not mad?"

"OF COURSE I AM—!" He caught himself, exhaled sharply, then muttered, "…Just do not make a habit of it."

You giggled. Despite all his dramatic ranting, you could tell he was genuinely worried about you.

And maybe, just maybe… Sebek Zigvolt cared more about your well-being than he let on.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus immediately noticed your absence the moment he stepped into class.

At first, he thought you were simply running late. But as the minutes passed and your seat remained empty, his usual calm began to crack.

"She is not here," he murmured to himself, fingers tapping lightly against his desk.

Lilia, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. "Ah, young love. Worried already?"

Malleus said nothing, but his green eyes darkened.

The moment class ended, he vanished. Not even his retainers could stop him.

—

You were peacefully sitting beneath a willow tree, flipping through a book, when the sky suddenly dimmed.

A chill ran through the air. The once-bright afternoon grew darker, as if the sun itself was hiding.

And then—

"There you are."

Your head snapped up. Standing before you, tall and regal as ever, was Malleus. His emerald gaze bore into yours, unreadable and intense.

"You did not come to class today," he stated. Not a question. A fact.

You swallowed. "I just… needed a break."

Malleus was silent for a long moment. Then, he took slow, deliberate steps forward.

"A break," he repeated softly. "From school… or from me?"

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, Malleus, I—"

Before you could finish, he had closed the distance. He stood so close, his presence towering, consuming.

"Do you understand how worried I was?" His voice was gentle, yet firm. "You disappeared without a word. Do you truly believe I would not seek you out?"

You fumbled for words, guilt creeping into your chest.

"I didn’t think it would be a big deal—"

"You are my beloved."

The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, so absolute—made your breath hitch.

"Everything about you is a 'big deal' to me."

Your heart pounded. You opened your mouth to respond, but Malleus was already sitting beside you, his usual regal demeanor softening.

"If you wished to escape," he murmured, "you need only call for me. I would take you anywhere you desire."

His fingers ghosted over yours.

"But next time, do not disappear on your own. My heart does not take well to such… uncertainty."

A lump formed in your throat. You hadn't meant to worry him—not like this.

You turned, meeting his gaze. "I promise. Next time… I’ll tell you."

His expression eased, and a rare, soft smile graced his lips.

"Good."

And just like that, the sky brightened once more.

Malleus Draconia was no stranger to solitude. But when it came to you…

He would not tolerate being left behind.

[twstyuna]

The transfer student looks familiar

The end of the event. Pain and agonies. Behold mine copium.

[mee-op]

Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):

NOTES:

This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information. I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive. This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :] More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine

They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.

They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).

According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.

They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).

Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).

A good listener.

Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.

Loves Grim to hell and back.

It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.

They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.

Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.

They're insecure about not having any magic.

They want to be able to help their friends.

Has a sense of self-preservation.

Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).

They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.

Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".

Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).

Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.

They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).

They're very patient.

Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.

They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.

They don't complain much.

Very much so the silent type.

The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.

They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.

Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.

Keeps calm in harsh situations.

They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).

Good with instruments.

Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).

It's implied that they have high stamina.

They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).

They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.

They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).

Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.

Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.

They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).

They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions, so their love language seems to be physical touch.

They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).

Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.

Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).

It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.

Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).

Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.

They're a good photographer.

Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).

It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.

It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]

Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.

Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.

Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).

According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."

While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.

Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."

They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.

They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.

They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).

They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.

Not very close with Idia.

Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).

Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.

They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I hold the firm belief that if someone slapped Vil and yelled at him a little bit before he overblotted, he wouldn’t have gone haywire.

I think if they had switched how people reacted with Riddle and Vil, we would’ve saved two overblots. Riddle just wanted some comfort and recognition that he was going through a hard time and needed a hug. Vil wanted someone to keep him accountable.

Rook and Kalim gave Vil empathy and reassured him that he hadn’t made a fatal mistake, which would’ve helped Riddle calm down and think rationally. Ace decked Riddle to make him own up to his crimes and behavior, which Vil would’ve benefited from.

That’s what I’m doing in my first Vil fanfic. I’m having MC smack Vil into not overblotting. I’m having a bit too much fun.

Idk how we would’ve ever defused the Riddle situation… probably by pulling him aside and giving him a hug or something… Aww, wait, that might work and be cute. Awwww, I can see that. Tell me if you think so too and I might write it later.

Let your thoughts in the comments lol. Let me know if your excited. I like people’s comments. It’s fun

[ghost3029]

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Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle R. x Alice Reader

Masterlist

"So.. to have fallen down into a peculiar rabbit hole with my dear little Dinah… I would now be in a world of villainous beasts? How curious…?"

Chapters~

-`♡´- Chapter Zero ~ The Fall

-`♡´- Chapter One ~ Stranger Walking

-`♡´- Chapter Two ~ Ceremony Breaking

-`♡´- Chapter Three ~ Dismissive Ranking

-`♡´- Chapter Four ~ Unwilling Student