#yandere twst

[diz-eaze]

yandere tsums sillies,,, stay with me now,,, (characters included: idia, riddle, ruggie, ace, rook, silver)

this is more crack than serious 😭😭😭

silver tsum ties you up before it takes a nap 😢. and you, #1 yantsum enabler, dumbly agrees because genuinely what can a sentient plushie do to cause you harm? nothing! they're just cute little beans with worms for brains <33. so it ends with a tied-up you and silver tsum just resting on any part of your body that feels comfortable enough. this way, the tsum justifies to itself, both of you are undisturbed by the outside world.

do not trust anything rook tsum gives you. listen to the voice in your head !! do NOT trust that bobcut plushie !! unless, of course, you enjoy being drugged to sleep because the tea it offered happened to be drugged :(. when you wake up, you swear up and down that the tsum didn't intentionally do that despite the fact that its human counterpart is also equally as freaky?? ok. whatever helps you sleep at night! <3

ruggie tsum is your silent protector. always sitting atop your head as you go through your daily classes and looking out for any students with less than savoury intentions. sometimes, the plushie is forced to leave your side in order to earn money, but trust that it'll be by your side again as soon as possible! should someone approach while ruggie tsum is accompanying you, one will find themself under an intimidating and dark gaze (or, as much aura as a plushie can gather from its appearance). gatekeeper professional.

the freak that riddle tsum comes off to be is very surprising. you'd expect riddle's plushie counterpart to be as rule-abiding as he is, but then the moment you look away for one second, and when you look back, the plushie is covered in suspicious crimson liquid. haha! ...bro, where did you get that? 🤨 all you get as a response is its smiling eyes, though.

ace tsum is literally a carbon (err, cotton?) of its human counterpart with how much it seizes the majority of your time. its there waiting at ramshackle's dorm from the moment you wake up and its also there waiting by the school entrance to walk you back once classes are finished. it even has real ace's mean streak of jealousy, too. it literally launches itself like an angry bird when it spots someone conversing with you - ace tsum surprisingly packs a mean punch.

someone needs to lock idia tsum in a plastic container as sentence for the crazy shit it pulls of with your one (1) singular device. you leave your phone alone with it and then its suddenly bugged with tracking features and history access :/ like what happened to being chill. the way you can't even ask for a replacement phone, too, because your original phone is just a hand-me-down from crowley out of all people 😭😭😭. both you and idia tsum know that you're not getting a new phone anytime soon. sigh.

[smokesandsonatas]

A Food sequel commissioned by @angelcorecult, thank you so much for your patience and support!

Warnings: Implied rivalry, anxious reader. Others. 5,000+ word count.

Not beta read.

Characters: Rook, Leona, Jade, Floyd, Malleus, Lillia, Idia. Others.

Food II.

- Cravings deeper than hunger. A dinner of devotion.

The morning after the feast—it can't be called as such because you swore you were running on three hours of sleep at most. The sheets clung damp to your skin, the fabric oppressive, suffocating. The air was thick with humidity and the scent of plants—

They do not smell like the earth, rather they're too thick, too sweet, like perfume rotting in the heat. Your hands trembled as they pushed against the mattress, forcing yourself upright.

You heaved a sigh, a sound so heavy it felt like the air had rested on your nostrils far too long for a normal intake of breath. Rolling your shoulders and head, hearing a joint or two popping.

Grim jumped toward you, his tail swishing side to side behind him. He tilted his head, "Is something wrong?"

Yes. Yes, there is.

Yet you shook your head and gave your companion a tiny smile. Maybe you could dismiss what happened as a dream. A hyperaware dream. There are studies on the human mind playing tricks on its owner; perhaps this was your brain's way of grounding you in reality, convincing you that none of what you saw last night was real.

The carcass-shaped roasted meat, the finger on whoever's plate, the iron scent of their drinks, the way their shapes seems to untangle in their true forms—

Stop.

None of it is real.

You couldn’t put it into words. A weight settled in your chest, thick and suffocating, but you forced yourself to move. To dress. To ignore the way the air felt too heavy, too charged with something you couldn’t name. The morning routine should have been simple yet every movement, every glance in the mirror, felt foreign, like watching someone else go through the motions of your life.

The halls of Night Raven College were a solace, at least for now. Students bustled about, their chatter a comforting backdrop. Normal. This was normal. You just needed to act like nothing was wrong.

The first class was potions with Divus Crewel. It had gone as smooth as it can be. You don't know how you can act nor face the headmaster after he bribed you, the heavy cling of mora tucked away under the covers of your bed. You're not sure if you could take the blood money and spend it. Heck, just holding it feels morally wrong.

Lunch arrived without much fanfare. Ace and Deuce had been bickering over something trivial, Grim stuffing his face with whatever he could get his paws on. It was routine, familiar, grounding.

Hmph!

You bumped into someone.

A student, who looks normal, a Diasomnia student perhaps—one whose name you couldn’t recall, but who clearly recognized you. His eyes locked onto yours, their expression twisting into something unreadable. "Watch where you're going," he muttered, voice oddly low, too controlled.

You mumbled an apology, but the way he lingered, the way his gaze stayed fixed on you just a second too long, sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine.

You forced yourself to keep walking. It was fine. It had to be fine. The cafeteria. A perfect place to gather your thoughts. In the company of many, your worries can be buried under the guise of the public.

Grim frowned as he looked at you, his mouth half-full of pasta and pastries. "You’ve been actin’ weird ever since you woke up. Did something happen that I, the mighty Grim, don’t know about?"

You hesitated. "Nothing. Just tired."

Grim huffed. “Eh? You just got out of bed and left me! But ya smelled really good when you came back! Like you went to a fancy restaurant.”

Your breath hitched.

Fancy restaurant.

Sweat trickle down your nape. Could it be that Grim does know? Can you even tell him?

Memories slithered into your mind—fingers gripping silverware too tightly, Rook’s teeth tearing into something fibrous, Leona, Malleus, Lilia, and hell forbid even Idia drinking something goey red and metallic from their glass, the way Jade and Floyd had provoked you into taking a bite of what seems to be a carcass of some sort, the cloying scent of iron and roasted meat thick in the air. The meal. The feast.

What was it?

What had they been eating?

Your stomach twisted violently.

“You didn’t smell the food? I mean, you didn't smell it coming from the cafeteria?” you asked carefully, voice thinner than intended.

Grim’s ears twitched. “Huh? What food?”

You swallowed. “From last night. Did you smell anything… different?”

Grim chewed on a piece of meat before shaking his head. “Nah. If there was somethin’ good cookin’, I’d have woken up! You know me, I never miss a good meal.” He paused, then added, “You’re out for like, five minutes this mornin’ when I woke up lookin’ for ya, but you’re back real quick. So nothin’ exciting happened.”

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. It came out wrong—too frantic, too desperate. You were already standing before you realized you’d moved, your fingers tangled in Grim’s fur, gripping him too tightly. His ears folded back, startled.

Ace paused mid-chew. Deuce’s spoon hovered just above his bowl. Their expressions shifted into concern. They were watching you now.

"Is everything alright?" Deuce asked carefully.

"Did something happen?" Ace added, squinting.

But you couldn’t answer. You were spiraling. Because now the questions were forming too fast. There was no feast in the cafeteria. There was no scent. Grim didn’t wake up.

Grim always wakes up. Especially when there’s food involved.

Last night—what had woken you up? The smell of food. Delicious, roasted meat. Mouthwatering in its pursuit to awaken you.

Your breath caught. The blood in your veins felt like ice, and yet your skin burned.

Your knees nearly buckled. The walls of the cafeteria shifted—no, not physically, but perceptually. Like something behind your eyes had clicked out of place. The light above flickered once, and it made you flinch.

None of this is right.

"Are you sure Grim?" you snapped, louder than intended. Grim scrunched his eyebrows. You had never raised your voice at him like that before.

"I'm tellin' ya, there was nothin’!" Grim barked, voice tinged with rising fear. "I was asleep all night! You were beside me—I even snuck under the covers ‘cause you were shiverin’ like crazy! And you’re back so fast, nothin’ coulda happened!"

The breath left your lungs.

You were cold. You were shivering. You remember running, escaping into ramshackle where Crowley waits for you at your door—

Huh?

He's waiting. He knew. They knew you knew. Had they been watching you?

Then a hand clapped down onto your shoulder.

Your vision blurred, ears rang, your pulse exploded in your ears. Every muscle in your body seized. You were already turning—slowly, too slowly—before your mind could even form the thought.

You let out a shaky exhale. The familiar cut of blonde hair, and his hat obscuring your vision.

Rook Hunt, smiling that too-perfect smile. That predator’s glint. His hand on your shoulder was warm.

“Ah, trickster,” he greeted you, voice low and unhurried, “you seem troubled. Did something unnerve you?”

His grip was gentle, but it felt like a shackle.

He was standing too straight. His posture, like a marionette held upright by unseen strings. The skin on his cheeks was pale and tight, and in the flickering cafeteria light, it looked almost translucent.

You swore you saw something twitch beneath it.

A vein? A muscle? A worm?

“Your heart,” he said suddenly, tilting his head with the grace of a falcon mid-dive. “It beats quite loudly even now. How beautiful! How human, oui!”

Your breath caught in your lungs, your heart thrumming in your ears.

Grim looked up at you, confused and scared. “What’s goin’ on?” he whispered.

You looked down at him.

You should’ve seen reassurance in his eyes. Instead, you saw your own panic reflected back at you.

Your gaze darted around the bustling cafeteria, the once comforting sounds now grating on your frayed nerves. Ace and Deuce were still staring, their earlier concern morphing into something akin to alarm at your sudden outburst. You could feel their eyes on you, questioning, perhaps even wary.

Somewhere in the cafeteria, you saw Malleus Draconia, nodding at you, words coming off from his mouth and yet you ignored him in favor of the hunter, now intensely staring at you. Eyes boring holes in your skull.

Rook’s smile didn’t waver, but the light in his eyes seemed to sharpen, like a hawk focusing on its prey. His grip on your shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent warning. The air around him felt different, the cloying sweetness you’d noticed earlier intensified, overlaid with something else, something entirely unsettling.

You had to get away. You had to think. This place, filled with them, was suffocating you. Every smile felt like a mask, every casual touch a potential threat.

Without a word, you pulled away from Rook’s grasp. The movement was jerky, fueled by a sudden surge of adrenaline. You ignored his soft, questioning “Trickster?” and the bewildered looks of your friends.

Run, run. And you did run, not even bothering to apologize to a few students you bumped into on your way outside. Your legs felt heavy, but the primal urge to flee propelled you forward. Think? Where can you go? The library. It’s vast, quiet, a place of knowledge and, you hoped, relative safety. The towering shelves, filled with magic books, offered the illusion of anonymity, a place to disappear amongst the pages.

You pushed through the heavy oak doors, the scent of aged paper and dust filling your lungs, a welcome change from the cafeteria’s oppressive aroma. The silence within was a stark contrast to the clamor you’d just escaped, though it felt heavy.

Your breath hitched as you scanned the rows of shelves, the shadows between them seeming to writhe with unseen eyes. You told yourself it was just your paranoia, the lingering residue of the nightmarish feast. Slowly, you tried to inch yourself to a shelf that you could feel can hide your form.

The rhythmic thud of your own heart echoed in the stillness, each beat a frantic drum against your ribs. You risked a glance back towards the entrance, half-expecting to see Rook’s silhouette framed in the doorway, his unnerving smile cutting through the dim light.

But the entrance remained empty. A sigh of relief, left you. Perhaps you ought to thank the Sevens for not abandoning you.

Still, the feeling of being watched persisted, a prickling sensation on the back of your neck. You ducked behind a particularly tall shelf, the musty scent of decaying parchment filling your nostrils. You pressed your back against the cool wood, trying to regulate your ragged breathing.

Think. What did you see? What did Grim say? The feast. The lack of smell. Grim’s insistence that you were shivering in bed after being gone for quick. Crowley waiting at your door. The blood money.

It didn't make sense. It was all disjointed, terrifying fragments that refused to coalesce into a coherent whole.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the images that flashed behind your eyelids: the glistening meat, the too-red drinks, the unsettling smiles.

A soft footstep echoed from the next aisle over.

Your eyes snapped open.

You held your breath, straining to hear over the frantic pounding of your own heart.

Another step.

Closer.

You pressed yourself further against the shelf, your fingers digging into the worn leather of a nearby book. Was it one of them? Had he followed you?

The footsteps stopped just around the corner of the shelf. You could almost feel their presence, an unseen weight in the silent air.

A low, melodic hum drifted from the other side of the shelf. It was a familiar tune, one you’d often heard in Pomefiore.

Rook.

Your blood ran cold. He had followed you. Of course, he did. The hunter always tracks his prey.

You remained frozen, every muscle tense, waiting for him to round the corner, for that unnerving smile to fill your vision once more. The humming continued, closer now, laced with a disconcerting cheerfulness.

Fuck, should punch him? Can you even punch a seasoned hunter like himself? Perhaps you ought to go for his eyes and gouge it as means of protecting yourself because—

You had nowhere left to run.

The shadows in the library seemed to deepen, to coalesce into indistinct shapes. The scent of old paper no longer felt comforting, but suffocating, like the air in your dorm room that morning.

The humming stopped.

Silence descended once more, heavy and expectant.

Then, a soft voice, just inches away, whispered your name.

“Trickster where have you gone?”

Your breath hitched. You remained frozen behind the towering shelf, the scent of aged paper doing little to mask the rising tide of panic. You knew that smile, that voice. Rook’s pursuit was relentless, his fascination bordering on obsession. Escape felt impossible, the library suddenly less a sanctuary and more a gilded cage.

But even as fear constricted your chest, a flicker of something else ignited – a desperate need to understand. What was happening? What did they see you as?

Before Rook could round the corner, a sudden, heavy presence filled the aisle, cutting off the soft sound of his humming. You couldn't see what was happening, but the air thickened.

 You slowed your breathing, it sounds like Leona. The usual cloying sweetness of Rook's presence was abruptly overshadowed by Leona's musky, feral scent. There was a low, almost imperceptible growl, a sound that vibrated through the bookshelves.

Then, the humming stopped altogether. After a moment of strained silence, you heard Rook’s voice, tight and uncharacteristically subdued. "Ah, Roi des Lions. Fancy meeting you here."

Leona's reply was a low, dismissive grunt, a sound that conveyed both disinterest and a clear warning. You could hear them talking, yet you can’t understand a word they’re saying. There was a brief pause, and then the distinct sound of retreating footsteps. Rook was gone.

You remained frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Leona, he had intercepted Rook. But why? A shiver, not entirely from fear, ran down your spine.

Then, a shadow fell over your hiding place. The familiar, oppressive scent of Leona intensified. He was there.

A large hand reached around the edge of the bookshelf, the fingers long and calloused against his glove. Your breath caught in your throat. It hovered for a moment, as if considering, before gently but firmly closing around your arm.

A low rumble vibrated from his chest, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within you. "There you are, little herbivore." His voice was a low purr, possessive and undeniably dangerous.

He pulled you from behind the shelf. His amber eyes, narrowed and intense, locked onto yours. Raw hunger in their depths.

He reached out with his other hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You flinched. Fuck, first it’s Rook now its Leona. His touch sent a strange mix of fear and a bewildering sense of nervousness through you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. His breath was warm against your skin. "Calm down herbivore, anyone can smell how scared you are." 

Before you could speak or even fully process his nearness, a voice, smooth and deceptively calm, echoed from the library entrance.

"Leona-senpai," Jade began, his voice carrying clearly through the silent space, "how refreshing to see you out of your den. Have you finally decided to grace us with your presence?"

Leona’s grip on your arm tightened almost imperceptibly. His gaze flickered towards the entrance, his expression shifting from possessive intensity to a simmering territorial snarl. He didn't release you, but his attention was momentarily divided.

Floyd’s more chaotic presence followed Jade’s voice. "Yeah, sea lion-senpai! What'cha doin'? Did you find some tasty shrimp?"

Leona’s eyes flicked back to you, coldness in his stare before he turned slightly to address the approaching twins, still keeping you close.

"Spare me your insincere pleasantries, Leech," Leona growled, his voice low and dangerous, addressing both with their surname. "I'm here on more pressing matters." His amber eyes flicked back to you, a clear claim in their depths.

"Pressing matters?" Jade's smile widened, revealing the unsettling rows of teeth within. Eyebrows scrunched in amusement, "Or perhaps you're simply ensuring our little Prefect doesn't get lost in the stacks? How considerate."

Floyd chuckled, a low, gurgling sound that made your skin crawl. "Lost Shrimpy? Maybe they were lookin' for a snack!"

Leona’s grip on your arm tightened further. "Watch your tongue, Leech. Or you'll find it missing." His hold was a tangible thing, a protective barrier he was erecting around you.

Jade’s smile didn’t waver. "Such territorial behavior, Leona-senpai. Almost endearing. For a land-dweller, I suppose. But the Prefect is quite capable, I'm sure. Not easily swayed by the dry heat of the savanna." His gaze flicked to you, lingering for a moment too long, a silent challenge in his eyes.

"Capable of getting into trouble," Leona retorted, his voice calm and oddly deep, his grip tightening around your waist. "Unlike slippery eels who can't keep their fins to themselves in open air."

Floyd took a step closer, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with an unsettling curiosity. "Shrimpy looks scared, sea lion-senpai. Is all that dry fur makin' 'em nervous? They probably prefer the nice, cool deep."

Leona smirked as he pulled you closer, only did you notice that Floyd looks… irritated. The beastman clearly enjoys taunting the merman. "Back off, Leech."

"Not your food?" Floyd tilted his head, his voice deceptively innocent. His mismatched eyes, gleaming, one gold the other teal, "Thought land-beasts only liked dusty bones."

"Perhaps, unlike the soggy fishes you call food," Leona retorted, the composure in his voice leaving no room for argument. He tightened his hold on you, his gaze daring the Leech twins to challenge him. The air crackled with unspoken threats, a silent battle for possession being waged right over your head.

Your breath caught when Leona suddenly leaned in—his nose brushed the nape of your neck.

You froze.

Is he—What the fuck—is he sniffing you??

His gaze not leaving the twins, especially Floyd, whose jaw is clenched. Wait, is that a vein popping in his neck?

"This is getting us nowhere," Jade said, his voice smooth but firm, though a hint of irritation flickered in his mismatched eyes. "We are both distracting the Prefect. Unlike certain sun-baked simpletons, we understand the value of time."

"Simpleton?" Leona's smirk deepened. "Heh, coming from a glorified barnacle scraper. At least I don't smell like low tide and dead fish."

Floyd’s eyes narrowed. His grin twitched wider, too wide. “Hehehehe…” Then his voice dropped, low and sharp. “Bet your blood tastes all gritty.”

His fist clenched. Shoulders rolled. Jaw slacked and ready to bite. He was about to move—fast.

Before Floyd could do, Jade’s hand shot out, his grip surprisingly strong as he clamped down on Floyd’s arm. "Floyd. Control yourself." His smile remained, but there was a steel in his voice that even Floyd seemed to heed, though his mismatched eyes still burned with animosity towards Leona.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, You’re going to die as a casualty between the land and sea montsters. Sevens damned it.

"We wouldn't want to keep you, Prefect," Jade continued, his unsettling smile now directed solely at you. "We know you have important things to do. Unlike some beasts who just like to mark their territory." His gaze flicked pointedly at Leona’s arm around your waist.

His words were a dismissal, but the intensity of the possessive energy radiating from both Leona and the twins left you with a chilling certainty, as if you were caught in the middle of something far more dangerous than a simple rivalry, a primal clash between land and sea, and you were the contested prize.

"Get off me!"

You try to push Leona off of you, knees weak from the lack of sleep and… what was that tension? It was so thick you could slice it cleanly with a knife. 

Besides, Why are they so territorial with you?

The hallway, once a place of peace, now felt like a cage, the air thick with simmering threats. You needed to escape, to find somewhere, anywhere, that felt safe.

The image of Ramshackle, however dilapidated, flickered in your mind. At least there, the dangers were somewhat predictable. Here, surrounded by these powerful, unnerving figures, you felt like a fragile insect pinned beneath their gazes.

With a subtle shift, you tried to disengage from Leona’s hold, a small, almost imperceptible movement. His grip tightened fractionally in response, a silent reminder of his claim. The casual dominance sent a fresh wave of panic through you. You had to get away.

As if sensing your distress, a familiar, lilting voice echoed down the hallway, cutting through the tense atmosphere. "Ah, there you are, my little nightingale! And what a lively gathering we have here!"

Lilia Vanrouge approached, his movements as graceful as a bat. His red eyes, however, held a curious, almost knowing glint as he took in the tableau: Leona’s possessive grip, the Leech twins’ simmering animosity, and your own palpable discomfort.

"My, my," Lilia continued, his gaze now settling on you with a gentle concern that somehow felt just as unnerving as the others. "You seem a tad flustered, Prefect. Is everything alright?"

Before you could stammer out a reply, Lilia’s gaze flickered past you, a hint of a sigh escaping his lips. "Oh dear. It seems our young master is in a bit of a mood."

His words were casual, but you could sense a shift in the air, a subtle drop in temperature, a prickling sensation on your skin. It was as if an unseen weight had settled upon the hallway.

"Malleus-senpai," Jade’s usual smooth tone held a hint of apprehension. Even Leona seemed to stiffen slightly, his grip on you remaining firm but his attention clearly diverted.

Following Lilia’s gaze, you saw him. Malleus Draconia stood at the end of the hallway, a figure of imposing grace and barely contained displeasure. His serpentine green eyes, usually alight with a quiet curiosity, were now narrowed, a storm gathering within their depths.

He wasn’t yelling, wasn’t making a scene. In fact, he was perfectly still. But the silence emanating from him was more deafening than any shout. You could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and accusatory, and it was directed squarely at you.

You remembered your hurried departure that morning, the gnawing anxiety that had prevented you from seeking him out. You had been so consumed by the lingering horrors that you had inadvertently slighted him.

And now, witnessing the scene before him – you in Leona’s possessive grip, conversing with the Leech twins – his silent fury was palpable. It was the fury of a powerful being who felt overlooked, perhaps even betrayed.

A low, almost mournful sigh escaped Malleus’ lips, a sound that somehow amplified the oppressive silence. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but the sheer intensity of his displeasure was enough to make your blood run cold.

Lilia chuckled nervously. "Now, now, Malleus, my dear boy. There's no need for such theatrics. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this little gathering."

But Malleus’ gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering and accusatory. It felt like an invisible weight pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. The possessiveness of Leona and the unsettling interest of the twins suddenly seemed almost manageable compared to the silent, wounded power radiating from Malleus.

Your instincts screamed at you.

You need to get away.

This hallway, this school, was a pressure cooker of unspoken desires and grudges, and you were trapped dead center. The urge to flee, which had momentarily subsided in the library, surged back like a tidal wave. You needed to disappear—to find a place where you weren’t the object of such intense attention.

Before anyone could react, you moved. With a surge of adrenaline, you twisted out of Leona’s grasp. The unexpectedness of it caught him off guard for a second. You didn’t look back at his surprised snarl, or the Leech twins’ curious gazes, or even at Lilia’s astonished expression.

You fled, the echoes of your frantic footsteps chasing you down the long, silent hallway. Each turn led you further into the labyrinthine depths of Night Raven College, away from the immediate tension, but not, you suspected, from the underlying danger. The oppressive atmosphere of the school clung to you like a shadow, a constant reminder of the powerful forces at play.

Finally, you reached a quieter section of the corridor, the ornate portraits on the walls your only silent observers. You leaned against the cool stone, catching your breath, your mind racing.

Truthfully, you were on the edge of a breakdown.

A subtle hum vibrated through the stone beneath your hand, the same low thrum you sometimes felt near Idia's tablet. The temperature in the hallway dropped, sending shivers down you. A heavy silence fell, broken only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. You straightened, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. The air crackled with unseen energy.

Suddenly, there ia a ringing in your ears and a flash of green light.

Malleus appeared at the end of the hallway, his figure imposing even in his stillness. His jade eyes glowed with an intensity that bordered on otherworldly, and the very air around him seemed to vibrate with restrained power. He began to walk towards you, his movements deliberate and inexorable, like a force of nature that could not be stopped.

You backed away, your heart pounding against your ribs. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you thought. There was nowhere to go. To your left and right, the walls were solid stone. Behind you, the way you had come was now blocked by Malleus, his presence filling the corridor, cutting off any hope of escape.

He didn't speak, didn't utter a single word, but his intent was clear. He was cornering you, herding you, like a predator closing in on its prey. The wounded pride, had coalesced into a raw display of power, a silent demand for your undivided attention.

You stumbled backward, your hand reaching out to find purchase on the cold stone wall. Oh my god, I'm gonna die, you thought, the panic rising in your throat. Malleus continued his advance, his gaze never leaving yours. You could feel the ancient magic radiating from him, a force that seemed to warp the very fabric of the hallway.

You flinched. Damn it. You’re not going to be breakfast for lions and leeches; perhaps a fae will eat you out.

Just as you felt the cold stone press against your back, and Malleus loomed before you, his shadow engulfing you entirely, a wave of blue energy washed over the hallway.

The ornate portraits flickered, their painted eyes widening as spectral code flickered across their surfaces. The temperature plummeted further. A low, distorted hum filled the air, the sound of arcane technology pushed to its limits.

You gasped, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Idia? Why are you here?"

Idia Shroud materialized beside you, his form shimmering and glitching, his blue flames casting an eerie glow. His expression, usually hidden behind a veil of detachment, was tight with a strange intensity. He positioned himself between you and Malleus, his spectral body crackling with dark energy.

"Malleus Draconia," Idia's voice, usually a soft murmur, echoed with an unnatural resonance, distorted and amplified by his magic. “I... uh... strongly advise you to cease your... pursuit,” he said, the words coming in a rush, almost as if he regretted saying them. “The Prefect is clearly distressed. I've, uh, been monitoring the... situation... and your current course of action is... suboptimal. It's, like, totally uncool, fr,” he finished, his tone shifting back to his more familiar, awkward cadence.

Malleus halted, his eyes narrowing as he took in Idia's defensive stance. The raw power emanating from him clashed against Idia's technomancy, creating a visible distortion in the air, a shimmering wave of conflicting energies.

"Shroud," Malleus said, his voice a low growl, the ancient power in his tone barely contained, yet laced with the regal displeasure he usually reserved for those who dared to question him.

"This is between me and the Prefect. Your interference is unwarranted." A flicker of genuine, dragon-like irritation crossed his face. "You were monitoring?" He paused, the word heavy with implication. "Were you observing my every move, Shroud? That is hardly behavior befitting a fellow student." His tone remained calm and measured, but there was an underlying edge that promised retribution.

Idia's shoulders tensed, his blue flames flaring slightly. "I am merely ensuring the safety of the Prefect," he retorted, his voice gaining an uncharacteristic edge, though still laced with his inherent awkwardness. "Unlike some, I do not express my affections through, uh intimidation and coercion. My methods are more efficient, and less barbaric." He subtly adjusted his position, his spectral form solidifying, becoming more present, more real, but his gaze darted between Malleus and you.

"Barbaric?" Malleus's lips curled into a mocking smirk, a hint of ancient amusement in his eyes. "You, who hide behind screens and manipulate the world through cold calculations? You dare to speak of barbarism, Shroud? You wouldn't recognize passion if it burned down your precious server room." His voice was still smooth, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

"Passion is a destructive force," Idia countered, his voice a low hiss, you blinked. Perhaps you're only releasing this now but Idia is almost as tall as Malleus. 

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, it clouds judgment, leads to  rash actions. I prefer... logic. The Prefect requires a more stable influence, not the volatile whims of a dragon." His gaze flicked to you, a flicker of something that might have been concern in his usually distant eyes, before quickly averting back to Malleus.

The air crackled violently as Malleus took a step forward. The force of his magic sent a shockwave through the hallway, and the ancient portraits rattled on the walls. "You dare insult my heritage, Shroud? You, who are tethered to machines, a prisoner of your own making? You cling to your technology like a child to a security blanket." His voice was rising, the carefully maintained composure beginning to fray.

"My technology is an extension of my will," Idia hissed, blue flames dancing wildly around him. "It allows me to interact with the world in ways you cannot comprehend. I am not limited by flesh and bone, by primitive instincts. I am connected, networked, transcendent." He seemed to be arguing as much with himself as with Malleus, his usual mumbling gaining a feverish, defensive quality.

"This is hardly your concern," Malleus repeated, his voice dangerously soft, the ancient power thrumming beneath the surface. He took another step, and the clashing energies in the hallway intensified, the air growing thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. It was a silent battle of wills, a confrontation between ancient magic and cutting-edge technomancy, with you caught in the crossfire.

As the two powerhouses clashed, their words laced with barely restrained animosity, you saw your chance. The hallway is awash in a storm of conflicting energies, their attention completely focused on each other. 

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta GO, you thought, seizing the opportunity, turning and sprinting in the opposite direction, putting as much distance as possible between yourself and the escalating confrontation.

You heard both of them calling your name, yet you didn't turn back.

Fucking hell, you can never get a break.

You didn't stop running until you were far from the sound of their voices, the echoes of their magical clash fading behind you. 

You sniffed, gosh what did you do to deserve this? There’s a mix of emotions within you. You bite your lip as you try to control your emotions.

And then a gasp left you.

Rook Hunt stood in the shadows, his smile impossibly wide, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. He seemed to be waiting for you, his presence radiating a hunter's focused anticipation. The relief of escaping Malleus and Idia was immediately replaced by a fresh wave of unease. 

You are trapped again.

He stepped forward, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. But unlike Leona's raw possessiveness or Malleus's overwhelming power, Rook's felt different.

It is more... intimate, more focused, a burning obsession directed solely at you, masked by his theatrical charm. 

A human's obsession. 

"Ah, mon petit trickster," he purred, his voice a melodious caress that sent shivers down your spine, but now those shivers were icy, laced with dread. "Have you finally tired of our little chasse? Such a delightful game of cat and mouse, but the hunt is nearing its exquisite consummation. The rarest of ingredients is finally within reach."

You backed away, your hand instinctively reaching behind you for the cold stone wall. 

Sevens damned it.

The coldness seeped into your skin, mirroring the chill that had settled in your bones. "Rook, what do you want?" you croaked, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a sound that was both charming and deeply unsettling, like a perfectly tuned instrument playing a dissonant chord. It scraped against your sanity. 

His gaze intensified, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, your neck, your form, as if committing every detail to memory, preparing for a feast he alone was invited to. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he remembered the others. The beastly hunger of them, Rook frowns.

They had no right. 

He is the hunter here. He found you first. You were his prey. And the thought of being prey, of being his, sent a fresh wave of nausea through you.

"Your essence," he whispered, his voice thick with a strange longing, "it is an intoxicating bouquet, a symphony of flavors. A tantalizing gout that promises a taste unlike any other. A truly magnifique composition, a culinary masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves."

You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. His words, his gaze suffocating. The world seemed to tilt, the edges of your vision blurring. You were no longer in a school hallway; you were in the crosshairs of a predator who saw you not as a person, but as something to be consumed. 

The ultimate delicacy, and he was the only one worthy of the meal. The implications of his words, the hunger in his eyes... It is too much. Your mind struggled to process the sheer wrongness of it all.

"You speak of me like...like food," you managed to stammer, your voice trembling, barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

Rook's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a feverish intensity. A possessive fire burned within them. "Food? Oui, in a manner of speaking. But not crude sustenance to sate a common hunger. You are the rarest of delicacies, And you, my darling, are a dish worthy of gods. The plat de résistance.”

He took another step closer. Shit. Your heart is beating wildly, perhaps this is what animals being hunted felt. 

Immeasurable dread.

Rook chuckled as he reached out, gloves finger tracing the contours of your face, cupping your cheeks and caressing your lips as you gasp. “A complex creation, a multi-layered experience to be savored, to be experienced in totality. Every nuance, every subtle note, every hidden spice... before the final, exquisite taste. The culmination of the hunt." He was close now. Too close. His presence filled your senses, crowding out everything else.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, a deceptive caress that sent a jolt of pure terror through you. It is a violation, an intimacy you hadn't offered and couldn't comprehend. You flinched, trying to pull away, but he held you captive with his intense gaze, his other hand moving to your waist, preventing any escape. His jealousy was a tangible thing, a suffocating pressure in the air between you, thick with unspoken desire and a desperate need to possess.

"I have been watching you, Trickster," he murmured, his voice a hypnotic drone, laced with an unsettling undercurrent of possession.

 "Observed your every move, every reaction. I know the precise shade your cheeks become when you are flustered, the delicate tremor in your hands when you are afraid. I have cataloged the subtle notes of your being. And I find myself...utterly consumed by this grand performance, this exquisite hunt, this... irresistible dish. Mine." The last word was a low, possessive growl, a promise and a threat all in one. It resonated deep within you, a primal fear you'd never known existed.

And then, before you could process his words, before you could react, he moved with lightning speed. His hand, which had been caressing your cheek, moved to your neck—gripping it. You cry a choke out.

His other hand tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, eliminating any distance. A desperate, needy, human need, a craving that transcended simple attraction and delved into something darker, more primal. You were trapped, a cornered animal, and the hunter was closing in for the kill.

His lips, soft yet demanding, descended upon yours. It wasn't a tentative exploration, but a claiming. A taking. The first touch was gentle, a mere brush, a prelude. Then, the pressure intensified, his mouth molding against yours, demanding a response you were too stunned to give. 

His lips parted slightly, inviting you in, but also trapping you, making escape impossible. You were drowning in him, in the scent of old spices and something else, something wild and untamed.

The kiss was not gentle, not tender. It was a claiming, a devouring, a desperate expression of possession that left you breathless and utterly bewildered. It is a violation of everything you thought you understood about this strange, twisted world.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think. You could only feel the terrifying intimacy of his desires.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, then slipped inside, exploring your mouth with a thoroughness that sent shivers down your spine. He savored you, as if committing your very essence to memory. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, stealing your breath and leaving you disoriented and trembling, your senses reeling. Tongue caressing yours and even the sides of your mouth. You cried out when he bit your lower lip as you tasted iron.

Rook is eating your face.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes glittered with a triumphant gleam, a predator sated, for now, yet already anticipating the next hunt. He brushed his lips against your ear, his voice a low whisper. "Your saveur is even more intoxicating than I imagined, mon magnifique trickster. A taste I shall never forget and one I intend to repeat. Soon. Only I..."

You stood there, frozen, your mind reeling, utterly disoriented. What... just happened? The hallway seemed to spin, the ornate portraits on the walls mocking your helplessness. You had escaped Leona, the twins Jade and Floyd, and even Malleus and Idia, only to fall into the trap of someone even more... unfathomable. 

Your legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath you. You were alone, utterly alone, in this nightmare.

Rook’s obsession was human, uncomfortably so. Intimate. Focused. Dangerous.

When he pulled away, his breath trembled against your skin. “Delicious,” he whispered. “More.”

You couldn’t breathe.

And somewhere in the echo of your mind, you finally understood. Rook hadn’t just been watching you from the shadows.

He’d been here all along.

Waiting.

A terrified scream bubbles in your throat. 

Only then with the proximity did you notice that Rook's smile stretches too wide, like skin pulled over something that doesn’t know how to be human. 

You barely get a breath in before something flashes—a pressure, sudden and blunt. You can’t even process where it hit. Head? Ribs? Shoulder? You don’t know. You just know it hurts.

Fuck, fuck, it hurts so much.

A cold ache spreads through you, and you stagger, knees buckling. The world spins sideways.

Colors bloom behind your eyes, nausea coiling in your gut. And then—

Darkness claimed you. 

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 47

(Grim is an honorary member of every dorm and is treated rather well by most students. Most students believe that the best way to make the Human like them is by winning over Grim. Rook and Vil made his outfit and both worked to make a proper head accessory for him that ties the look together. His headdress is made out of actual gems, fabric, and one of Vil's tail feathers.)

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, temporary panic, games of mental strategy, clarity in the seemingly unclear, arguing, moments of stress, Dragon, Shinigami, mention of Hellcat, mention of Harpies

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You frowned, looking in yet another empty room for your wayward ward. The adored Hellcat had been away from your side for an extended period of time and it was quickly making you nervous. He was usually attached to your side like he had been glued there, but since that morning you had not seen hide nor hair of the young feline.

Your worry was that he had been taken by Poachers.

Once again, you began looking through the various rooms in an attempt to find your kit. Every room he was not in was yet another addition to your mounting concern as you quickly became frantic. Searching through the dorm was quickly becoming a sport as you searched high and low for your kit.

"Grim? Grim! GRIM?!"

Your frantic search was drawing the attention of those staying in the dorm. It was more than obvious who you were looking for and that you were becoming upset very quickly. The first to approach you in your anxious state was the ever watchful Dragon.

"(Y/n), my Treasure, what are you doing?"

"Grim! My boy! He's just gone! I can't find him."

You checked again in one of the empty rooms, your stress visible in the way your shoulders tensed and your eyes wheeled around to try and find your kit. The Dragon was also concerned, but more so for you as you continued your hurried search.

"I'm sure Grim is fine-"

"You can't possibly know that! What if Poachers got him? What if one of those bears got him? You can't know he is safe!"

"(Y/n)-"

"If you aren't going to help me look, you can walk away!"

The Dragon let out a long sigh before physically moving in front of you, making you almost growl in frustration. Why couldn't he understand the gravity of the situation? Grim was your only true friend among these obsessed beasts and you were terrified of losing him.

"Grim is fine. He is with Eric and Vil."

"You couldn't have told me this earlier!? Where are they?"

"I can't tell you where they are."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because Grim asked us not to. He is trying to learn how to fly because he wants to impress you when he manages to actually fly. His wings are still tender, and his idea of 'flying' was more gliding than actual flight. Odds are he was never taught to fly and considered his gliding to be flight. I wanted to keep this secret for him, but it is clearly distressing you too much to keep this concealed."

You went quiet at this, brows pulled together in concern as you stared at the Dragon. As far as you were aware, Grim shouldn't be using his wings yet because they were not fully healed yet. This new information from Malleus made sense but you were still upset that no one bothered to tell you.

Perhaps Grim truly did want to surprise you with his flying ability and that was why he asked the Harpies for help. It wasn't like you could teach the Kit as you had no wings and no understanding of the effort it took to actually fly. He had lost use of his wings before you met him- and judging from Malleus' words, he didn't actually know how to fly beyond gliding- so he was now trying to get the use of his wings back.

Your worry was still rather intense even though you now knew where the kit was. Everything that could possibly go wrong was making your stomach writhe and ache in worry. Though you mostly trusted Vil and his father, you were still concerned for the kit and his wellbeing.

He was as much your son as he was your friend. Though you did not birth the kit, he was still your boy and you would be damned before you let him get hurt by anything.

"Where are they?"

"Nearby."

"Tsuno, that is not an answer. Where is my boy?"

The Dragon sighed, trying to stay honest with you, yet also attempting to honor Grim's wishes. It was not an easy thing to do by any stretch and he was going to have to try and calm you down. Clearly you were not overly trusting when it came to others around Grim.

"He is safe and is in the nearby field with Eric and Vil. They are making sure he stays protected and has somewhere to practice flying. (Y/n), he is very excited about showing you what he has accomplished when he is ready. He isn't ready right now. I believe it will mean the world to him to get to show you his learned skills. It may break his heart if you show up while he is practicing."

Malleus' last sentence made your heart ache as you imagined how crestfallen the kit would be to have this little victory taken away from him. You adored the Kit that saw you as his mother and you truly just wanted him to be safe. Thinking of the Kit being upset with you for ruining his surprise genuinely made it feel as if there were a pit in your stomach.

He just wanted you to be proud of him and feel like he earned that pride fairly.

You knew you would one day have to let the Kit spread his wings and take flight to build his own life, but you didn't want that day to be any time soon. Perhaps a talk with Papa Hades would help calm your frantic and aching heart. He was the main fount of knowledge when it came to Hellcats like Grim, so he would certainly know the general timeline for Grim's growth.

"... Where is Papa Hades?"

"Lord Hades is with the other Shrouds in the kitchen. They have been fiercely debating something in a dead tongue and refuse to explain what it is that has them so heated."

"I should talk to him about Grim."

"Why? He is safe."

"I need to know his growth timeline. I would rather know how best to support him while he ages instead of just assuming I know what I'm doing."

Your words seemed to placate Malleus as he nodded, keen to stay around you now that you had mostly recovered from your illness. The Elder Shinigami wasn't keeping him away, at least. This meant the Dragon was free to obsess over you and ensure you did not stray too far from his side, despite how you could never fully escape his sight.

As you made your way down the steps, you heard a low and hushed murmur. Many voices were speaking quickly and not wholly without heavy tones souring the sound of chatter. You could hardly discern if they were speaking a language you knew, or simply humming in quiet consort.

When you entered the kitchen, all humming stopped and the oddly alert group of Shinigami turned to regard you silently. Each one seemed so off to you, as if they had simply been behaving docile around you and the true nature was showing through. Even Ortho- who was usually affable and smiling- seemed unusually animalistic.

From the way they moved and regarded you like a flock of Crows, to the overwhelming silent dread of facing a large predator. Your placid view of each one of these beings very suddenly sharpened into clarity in how abnormal they actually were to your base senses. Most acted stunningly Human around you and it only now occurred to you that they were nothing like Humans to begin with.

The sudden weight of being surrounded by predators slammed into you all at once. You could feel your body tense in the sudden wave of adrenaline as your own instincts finally registered the extreme danger.

Ortho's visor read out your vitals to the younger Shinigami at all times when he looked at you. That sensor and tracker you wore telling him that your body was responding the same way a prey animal would when faced with a predator. The change was sudden enough that several errors flashed rapidly on his visor and alerted the others to your sudden change. It was enough to snap them back into the oddly practiced Human behavior again.

The sudden return of normalcy left you feeling like you had been jump-scared by the group you had once fully trusted. Then again, you shouldn't ever truly let your guard down around any of them. They were addicts and you were their fix.

You would surely fall ill again if you kept on constant guard though, and that would leave you at the complete mercy of these creatures. Not to say you weren't already at their mercy, but having the ability to push them away if you wanted was not a bad thing either. It wouldn't do you any good to push them too far now.

"Little One, I thought you were resting."

The elder of the group stood, his cloak of woven shadows and starlight shimmered as he moved. He seemed more than aware of you sudden skittish behavior simply by the unblinking way you stared at him. You were studying him the same way he so often studied you. Though he would never admit it, there was something oddly off-putting and predatorial about your stare.

Humans were almost all docile when they finally got to him, but even he had seen the way a Human could fight when they feel there is something of great value to lose. Often, the elder wondered what exactly it was that kept you marching on your seemingly endless path of determination. You had already surpassed the level headedness and even temper of many Humans he had known and quickly claimed a place among the most adept of them. There had to be something that drove you to soothe tempers so readily and use yourself as a bargaining chip to the ones that craved you.

Something in the elder told him you were more aware of your situation than you should be. Perhaps it was merely conjecture on his part. Perhaps there was still a deeper truth you refused to reveal. Whatever the case may be, he was keen to keep you content with your surroundings and mostly at peace if possible.

You were a limited commodity that he was not keen to lose.

"I'm tired of resting."

"That is likely a good sign. Was there something you needed to discuss?"

"Not any more."

Your clipped responses and lack of enthusiasm was jarring to the elder and he quickly realized that lapse in their behavior was the likely cause. He wasn't about to let his efforts and the efforts of his kin be uprooted for something so simple. He would just have to explain to you what they had been doing and hope that you would relax around them again.

"Little One, I'm going to guess you happened to hear part of our little enclave discussion and it was rather unsettling for you. The language of the dead often unsettles others, as it is a tongue rarely spoken among the living."

"..."

"We were actually discussing you and Young Grim."

"What about us?"

"The fact that the both of you have unique and unusual qualities others do not. Young Grim can speak and walk upright. This is not common in Hellcats, nor has it been seen in any Hellcats prior. He is young, yet he is already capable of more than others of his kind. This..." he seemed to be searching for the right words, "sentience that he has shown is far above the baseline behavior of Hellcats. We wonder if it is a natural occurrence or if something altered him to make him this way."

"Meaning..?"

"Meaning he is much like yourself; an anomaly."

You frowned at this, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms. It was more than apparent that you took some level of offence to the use of the word 'anomaly' in reference to yourself and your kit.

"And what makes me such an 'anomaly' in your eyes?"

"I don't mean it offensively. I mean it simply as you are different from the Humans I lived among. The Humans that lived on the Isle of Woe showed some blot absorption, but nowhere near the same level as your own abilities. Even beyond just the interactions with blot, your recent walking dream with Mor'du has brought up many a question for all of us. You have seen a beast others can scarcely imagine, all without never actually seeing him, only his offspring. Young Anastasi believes that you have a connection to the Ursus Major and that it should be explored. I do not think the vague possibility of a connection warrants putting you in dangerous situations, let alone putting you anywhere near the beast."

"... What if I want to see him?"

This question caused an immediate reaction from the elder Shinigami and the Dragon hovering over your shoulder. Even Malleus knew of the beast you discussed, having been warned against bothering the dangerous creature by his own grandmother and ancestor. It was not a creature to idly pay a visit or even consider approaching.

"No, (Y/n). That beast will kill you. Any of the Ursus- Minor or Major- would kill you in moments."

"Odd, I wasn't asking your thoughts on the matter."

"I don't care if you were asking me or not, I know for a fact such a creature only craves destruction and violence. Whatever this newfound connection you have with the beast may be, I refuse to let you enter the den of such a danger on a simple whim. If you died-"

Malleus actually cut off with a hitched sound to his tone. There was a raw agony that overtook the Dragon from even considering the possibility of you dying. It was incomprehensible to him, and it hurt his heart more than he believed possible just to consider.

"I can't let that happen."

"I'm not asking you to let it happen. I'm telling you I want to know more. I want to see the beast with my own eyes. I want to see what memories come forth when I absorb his blot."

This caught the attention of the others more than your prior words had. You had been rather reserved when talking about your experiences when you absorbed the blot of Alistair and Vil. They were not your memories to share and you had been hesitant to tell anyone about your experience because these memories belonged to someone else.

"You mentioned the memories you saw of Young Vil and Young Alistair... Do you truly think those memories were tied to blot?"

"The memories I saw were not happy memories. They were all traumatic and upsetting. Vil and his mother, Alistair finding his father dead in the gardens... All of them were memories of pain that likely influenced the amount of accumulated blot inside of them. Blot seems to be an overwhelming outpouring of pain and trauma. Things that leave lasting scars on the hearts and minds of those affected. That bear- Mor'du- was covered in blot. I want to know what painful memories caused it."

"That... makes quite a lot of sense. If you absorbed the blot, it could be the key to understanding how he came to be, and how to undo his reign of terror. But getting that blot and the inherent danger blot presents involves its own issues and potential danger to you and others nearby. If he wakes, Sage Island needs to be evacuated. He last awoke forty years ago and he only wakes ever century or so, but that doesn't mean outside influence will not wake him again."

The elder sighed, clearly taking in this interest of yours and the potential for new information into mind. He may be strong, but strength alone was not what allowed him to survive so long where many of his descendants and kin had died. Information and knowledge was power, especially when you were more than several millennia old.

"Something to consider later. For now, please do what you can to avoid the beast, Little One. There are too many variables at play and risking your wellbeing is not worth whatever information that stands to be gained."

You let out a soft noise of discontent, akin to a snorting sound in the back of your throat. For now, you would hold yourself back from seeking out the beast. Though it hurt to admit, there was little chance you would be able to put up much of a fight if the bear woke while you were nearby. That didn't mean you had to like it.

"... Fine. But I won't sit idly by forever."

[yandere-sins]

Do you think Grim would bite any of the yandere boys for getting too close to his henchman? Like WHAT DO YOU MEAN Rook fucking Hunt bypassed the security system AGAIN. Azul's ass WAS NOT hired as a 'safety inspector'. Yes Kalim we did get the party invite. No Ace you cannot sleep in Ramshackle because Riddle kicked you out again. Actually Idia you can stay, we're having issues with the Ethernet cable again.

Anyways it should NOT be this hard to be a lil guy who just wants to chill with the prefect. The kicker? One of the above is your legitimate love interest but Grim could care less.

Gosh, I love to imagine that! Grim is definitely working against everyone who is being troublesome around his dorm and his henchman! Everyone can stay away, and he makes it clear by snapping for their hands and biting their heels, even if they manage to bypass security initially.

The problem is just that he's actually horrible at it when it counts.

For example, Vil who, without fail, brings him a can of tuna every time he shows up at Ramshackle. He places the can pointedly and with an expression that says he wants to forget about the stench of the tuna immediately, and gets a free entry pass from Grim, who is happy to do business with him.

Grim totally lets Ortho simply come and go. He's just a nice kid, what's the harm?

Leona, who battles Grim in a silent stare-off every time he comes to visit, the two spending multiple minutes watching each other, reading the body language of their tails swishing behind them, until finally, Grim groans and tells Leona to be quick about it. Leona always wins, grinning victoriously as he makes his way to his darling.

Jade and Floyd who have, on multiple occasions, blackmailed, coerced (Jade), and simply grabbed and thrown him across the campus (Floyd) whenever Grim stood between them and their darling. As if someone so small could keep them away from what they want.

The teachers, who established that talks with the students are a private matter just between the teacher and the student. You may want to bring Grim, but they don't want him there. What they are going to talk about and do with you should not concern the little, self-centered cat.

Jamil 100% knows some bizarre methods of relaxing animals from his time working for Kalim. No one knows what it is and how he's doing it so damn fast, but once Grim is contently asleep, he has free access to you. After that, Grim won't wake up for a long time, not even hearing you scream from across the room.

Malleus just walks in. What's Grim supposed to do? Stop him?

Literally, the only people Grim stops are the obviously desperate ones since they are careless. But even Rook and Ace have bribed him before, so if you really want to be safe, maybe don't rely on Grim to always have your back :'D

[amoudesole]

Back to Where We Started. [ (?)Reader x TWST. ]

CW : Blood, Death ( Tell me if I missed anything :D )

Not edited! Not proofread!

Shouting- lots and lots of shouting you believe you heard, although the ringing in your ear made it hard to tell; in your arms you cradled him, Grim. And as much as you could, you kept him close to your ever cold body- hoping that his would heat up, your heart ached- his shallow breaths made you worry.

What if he doesn't live? The ebbed it's way into your mind- intrusive, and unwelcome, because you wanted- needed to believe otherwise, otherwise the growing pain in your heart might be the one to kill you instead. Everything that transpired- it felt like a blur, you shouted out half-assed commands in hopes you wouldn't hurt Grim more- wouldn't let him suffer more.

You held Grim's small body oh, so gingerly in your arms- doing so another thought crossed your mind making you laugh bitterly to yourself, and only yourself; You felt yourself laugh at the notion of you being motherly, but in some weird way you did think that- think that Grim was practically family.

How the sting in your heart would ever more increase.

Even as the dull ache that spread across your body made you want to collapse right then and there, you tried your damnedest to stay upright. Blood, and ruined structures surrounded you both- hiding you both, in secrecy from everybody.

The sun hung low in the horizon, and as the soft sunrise cast a glow that blanketed everything around you- You made a desperate attempt of begging, hoping that someone, anyone could hear your cries; but you knew that only the wind was the only being that heard you-

" Please.. This can't be how it ends.. " You murmured, thoughts spoken out loud with a voice so hoarse and dry maybe the sound of it could even beat sandpaper. But dully, it was for naught- and only you feel the uneasy feeling fester deep inside you, growing more as you realize your foolish attempts of believing in childhood dreams would somehow come true..

Even if this world had magic, mythical beasts- and all you thought were fantasy; this was still reality, not some fairy tale dream written by some stupid fool-!

But.. Seeing the battered bodies of your friends- rise from the debris; some even shouting your name.. You couldn't help but need to do the same, rise above it all- like you always did, show them that you were alive and fine- beaten, and bloody- but still alive.

You didn't. You couldn't, the ache in your body finally reigned in on you- every movement felt like needles pricking- nipping at your skin; punishing you for even the slightest movement, but you didn't regret persevering through it just to hold Grim, to have him in your arms once more-

His fur was matted, disheveled- and stained with crimson and or inky liquid; A result of your failure to realize that, failure to neglect the obvious signs that Grim shown..

The tears felt hot and heavy as they slid past your cheeks- dripping unto him, if he were awake- would he reprimand you for dirtying the 'Great Lord Grim's' fur? The metallic taste in your mouth seemed to increase,

Oh how you wished you spent more time with him, with all of them- would you have more memories to look back upon? People said in your last moments- you'd remember the greatest memories of your life, and if you could bet- most of them would be here.

Grim was your first anchor to this world, and the rest- slowly became one too; they helped you, created memories with you- and you cherished the bond you achieved with them even though the time was short- cut briefly.

" I'm a sucker for good endings, "

The words echoed back on you,

so as the ringing in your ear turn null,

you start to regret more,

You hope that during these last moments,

the pain that built up in your body

seemed to chip away,

You'll remember the times where you gave a genuine smile,

blinking.. felt like it was causing your

eyesight to deteriorate by the second,

Laughed until your ribs ached,

warmth leaves your body slowly,

making you feel numb.

Even during this short period of life,

the feelings you had before, now- felt empty.

You wish that you could've cherished them more,

but even then, you could still crack a

solemn smile as you reminisce.

" I'm a sucker for good endings, "

Darkness envelopes you fully, fitting isn't it? From the way you entered this world through pitch black darkness and a coffin, you'll leave it in pitch black darkness and in a coffin.

Oh how you loved stories that came in full circle, stories with detailed- and or simple premises; but to you that didn't matter, you've read your fair share of novels- and as cliche as it is.. You always appreciated the journey more than the destination, and as childish as you are- you adored endings where the narrator finally rewards the main character; giving them the peace they oh so desired and to you even needed.

.

.

.

.

You're not alive anymore to tell the tale.

....But you woke up, in a dark- tight area; but it feels so nostalgic… Was this H-E-double hockey sticks? Man, you could've sworn they said it a bit more- warm? As you tried to shuffle your way out, you then heard a familiar voice- a voice you desperately wanted to hear once more-

“ Myahahaha! Now, eeny, meeny, miny, moe… " Grim.. ? Was that you- !?

Mustering up all your strength- you quickly thrust your hands out; " What the- Myah! " Grim- ( You presume, ) Suddenly let out a loud yelp, from which you concluded probably was because of you- watching how the coffin lid fall and hit something you jumped out quick on your feet as you scooped up the Feline from the floor in your arms-

" Human- what are you doing!? Let go of me, fnyah! " You feel his paws- warm paws try to push you off; Wet- and sliding down your cheek, your eyes- finally capable of shedding the tears you wanted to before- the warm fuzzy feeling swelled in your chest; and so did the scratches on your cheek.

" Grim- I missed you so much.. ! " You happily let out, nuzzling into his fur even more even though he keeps pushing you away; " Stupid Kid… " He grumbled- " Let go of me! You're gonna ruin my fur! " Suddenly a burst of flames exited his mouth, causing you to squint and- instinctively letting go of him;

Grunting out as you used your arms to shield your face; you then notice it- your robes were of the same from when you first came here, and as your drifted unto your feline companion- you notice how his body is skinnier.. smaller even-

" Finally- phew! Alright, kid. Just who'dya think you're holdin' unto! I'm the Great Lord Grim! " Grim introduces, but you remain silent as the dots finally click-

" Great, now my plans to just snatch em' off ya while you're asleep is out- " He crossed his arms, which caused you to gush inwardly at how- adorable, and pouty he looked!

His then held up one of his paw's to you, making inward motions as he said, " Whatever, now hand over what you got on. " He demanded, blue eyes looking at you- alive, and healthy; your hands weren't bleeding and calloused- and everything that was happening- happened before- you remember it all, vividly well.

Did you just go back in time?

A/N : Writing on a whim seems to do the trick, considering i wrote this all in one sitting :D yay, i did say that i was gonna continue the AntiMag!Reader over the uh summer and guess what yay summer- so i'm back to writinggg :D if u hadnt guessed by the title or maybe drawn out from what i wrote, its a reggressor reader yayyyyyy kewl ik

early warning now, this story is very much ooc because while yes i do my best to understand the character unfortunately im not that good in the dialogue category of writing so if u feel that it is ooc, please uhm dont bash me for it im trying my best :D

[simping-on-the-daily]

cursed crack yandere azul where he inks on you so you have to stay with him so you can get cleaned up he's so sorry it was an accident he's just a freakish fat octopus who lost control it'd be better if you just left him big sad :'(

[married-to-google-translater]

Trying to break up with Yandere Riddle Rosehearths

Riddle and you had a good relationship.

However, there were serious problems in the relationship.

The red flags were starting to show up quite clearly.

Riddle was surprisingly soft on you but even harsher on others, he wanted to spend a lot of time with you and had started to limit your normal life.

You had tried to talk to Riddle about this but it didn't seem to help.

Riddle would be really confused when he finally understood what you meant.

You want what?

This is definitely against some Riddle rule.

If it isn't, it soon would be.

Riddle really wouldn't know how to react.

You were his first relationship ever.

He definitely wouldn't have had the chance to date before because of his mother.

Riddle's mother would definitely drive everyone else away.

This would really be a mess.

You would be his only idea of "normal" affection and Riddle would hate to lose that.

Riddle's temperament makes it difficult to remain calm in this situation.

You would probably get into some kind of argument.

When Riddle calmed down he would start to look at the situation objectively...

No, this doesn't mean thinking about what he could have done differently.

This man would be frighteningly methodical and determined...

You will get back together one way or another.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

An Annoyance at Best | Yandere Ruggie Bucchi

When Ruggie had first met the Creative Specialist on the Intergalactic Peace Corp vessel, he thought they were irritating. A large beaming smile stayed on their face well into the night. An energetic, perky officer that they were. Easily spouting out random facts as the Captain and Lieutenant assessed the situation. Reeking of a privileged and perfect upbringing, he refused to shake the hand that was held out to him. The same hand that arrogantly offered rations to the off-world local beggar. It was hard holding back his snarks of disgust while boarding the Peace Corps’s Vessel: The Senwa. 

It was going to be a long journey.

He thought your whole position on the crew was stupid. There was the clearly necessary: The captain, the pilot, the head scientist, the mechanic, the medic, and security. The less necessary: The lieutenant, the copilot, the herbalist, the researcher, and the engineer. And then there was you…

“Would you be interested in a movie Your Highness? We have a wide variety of genres available!”

“What’s a movie?”

“Ah, you don’t know!? Well, it’s one of the great creations of humankind–!”

Droning on for hours with that wide-eyed smile about whatever sliver of entertainment tech or information came from an archaic manuscript. He couldn’t count the times he held back a groan as you interrupted a meeting by rambling about some random fact that vaguely pertained to the topic hand.

It was grating on his nerves when the Captain got red in the face and stormed off. Frustrated that it was you, the creative specialist who went after him. That when he slinked off he found you hugging him in the planetarium, watching as the Captain returned to the crew with a better attitude. The same could be said for any member of the crew specifically requesting you to join them on menial tasks. Straying from their work, talking to you about whatever random topic they obsess over. 

It made his skin crawl and his throat scratch when he watched you cry in pain from a minor scratch. The bone wasn’t even showing! Ruggie once again was sure that the creative specialist was the most sheltered and useless member of the crew. Despite this, it caused the entirety of the crew to wince as the medic treated their wound (if you could call it that).

Earning the crew’s trust granted the secondborn’s servant the ability to wander. Recognized as a familiar face among the crew now; he could easily enter all the separate workspaces. Including the creative specialist's where he’d find an extensive catalog of media both digital and physical. It uncomfortably unnerved him to find you buried under a pile of books your uniform hanging on messily over your shoulders as you welcomed him.

“H-hello Mister Bucci what can I do for you today!”

He hated how even at what you would consider early, you still smiled at him and answered every one of his questions, stumbling cutely helplessly over the ones you couldn’t. Push your database filing glasses up your nose as you frantically recite the most obscure title for an Earth video game. 

Sky blue eyes watched your face shine with the black light of the floating screen. Hands occasionally waving as you talked, eyes glued to the screens on your face. Completely oblivious to the way his hand gripped his knife. 

His knife was truly a rusted old dagger.

A knife his employer would have scoffed at before telling him to buy another. 

That is if he didn’t know the significance of it. 

The rusted dagger was once a pristine weapon bought by his father. A fruitless gift in the face of the amount of debt they faced at the time. But it was the last thing he received from the man before he was wiped clean off the planet. Or he hoped he was. There was no proof that was what happened but he could dream. 

Ranting so annunciated, you missed the unforgiving shink of the dagger leaving its holster. So focused on the content you were browsing it didn’t register how the beastman had crept past the sofa and desk you were standing behind. 

Standing close enough to feel the heat through your clothes. Having foregone the protective wear of the Peace Corps uniform for the comfortable loose and baggy shirt he watched you use the ship’s card to buy from a seedy tourist shop at the port. Even then you were just as clueless to the characters eyeing you just past the doorway.

“Ooop you’ve gotten closer! Good, no need to be afraid! Now is there a specific type of book you’re looking for?”

As if he could ever be scared of you. You still hadn’t noticed his hand lowered but pointing the knife’s end into your side. It was painful how little you suspected him. Especially when everyone else did.

“Any cookbooks?”

“But of course! We have thousands! Is there anything you want to make in particular?”

“...donuts.”

“Oh, I have one right here.”

He swiftly tucked the dagger in its place turning to look at the floating screen as it projected a page full of donuts along with its ingredients and instructions. Attention divided by a whirring he looked to find you eagerly rushing away to receive a lightweight tablet. Turning it on, you waved it to him excitedly as it mirrored the same visuals as the screen. 

“We may not have all the ingredients on the ship but you might find some substitutes.”

He took the tablet heading to bed. Where he’d expertly twirl the dagger in his hands, wondering if he’d lost his edge. Unable to answer himself he took the tablet he’d been given and headed to the kitchen where he was surprised to find a familiar face.

“Hey, Mr. Ruggie! I forgot to mention we actually had a donut maker here! Figured I’d try my hand at whipping up something for everyone.”

“Right, where's your recipe book?”

He watched your finger point at your temple as a prideful smile spread onto your face. 

“All up here!”

He shook his head pulling out his own and joining you. 

You were the greatest obstacle on his mission with the second prince.

That being said the enemies and mysteries that had been saddled for those upon Senwa-The Peace Corp vessel were fairly easy to handle. The fatal missions his prince had studied for were more likely a thing of the past. Their enemies are rogue bounty hunters, embarrassed assassins, and lovestruck animals raging on small planets. All were much lighter than Ruggie and the prince’s retainer were prepared for. 

It left him time to let his mind wander. To let his feet wander as well. All the way to the creative specialist’s library. A place he often found empty on the account that you had been called away. Today was different as he watched you hold a hairy wooden brush over a blank canvas on an easel. 

You’d adjusted the bookcases to hover near the sides of your space, letting the grand window show the vast blackness of space. With a spare distant star, there was nothing but the slightly colored wisps of stardust. Yet you were already painting.

“What’re ya paintin’” Ruggie sipped at his sweet drink. Bending down to your level; he looks over your shoulder.

“Whatever I want…do you want to be my model?”

“Heck no.”

He let his chin lightly graze against your shoulder, no longer watching the stroking paint. Instead, his icy gaze was intently on the pores of your face. The ridges on your eyelids and the fluttering of your lashes. The way your lips curled and were bitten at. 

“There’s so much white.”

“The color’s supposed to draw your eyes.”

“Heh, yeah? What about the background?”

“Who knows maybe I’ll add that next.”

“Yeah right, you’re going to leave it blank aren’t ya?”

With a cheeky smile, your shoulders lifted. Causing Ruggie to shake his head before turning it to assess the drawing. Doing the same you carelessly tilted in your chair allowing him to take in the awkward angle of your face. 

This was bliss. 

Until it wasn’t.

The red flashing and announcement to come to the main deck of the ship weren’t immediately alarming. The same had been done for many of the crew’s birthdays. But the panels of the room glowed a foreboding red and the faces of the Captain and the lieutenant were ashen. With a dark expression, the Captain relayed the current situation of the ship. After two malfunctions in the engines, the mechanic went to fix it but instead found three ex-members of the Peace Corpse ready to attack. Sacrificing her life she got rid of two of them before alerting the Captain. 

Silencing the gasps and cries of the crew the Lieutenant instructed everyone to complete their final protocols enacting practiced plans to safely evacuate. Ruggie, the retainer, and the prince were instructed to take their designated escape pod immediately. 

Set to quickly disperse, Ruggie hated that you ran in the direction of that library. Even the scientist was quick to abandon their experiments to safely get into their pod. 

Ruggie hated this. Hated you. Your naivete would have you killed. By someone else this time. It was one look that had the prince clicking his teeth before waving him away. He had to make sure. 

Noticing the dying light of the hallways he sped up, preparing to see anyone run around the corner. Luckily enough, he found no one easily opening the doors of your library. He could breathe when he saw you frantically tap at the computers. Making the bookcases enclose themselves before ricocheting them out through an opening in the window. 

It irked him to see you had seven more to go. 

“(Y/n)! You need to get out of here! You’re more important than a bunch of books or movies!”

“Thank you but this is some of the last copies in existence,” you sent another one off.

“And this could give the other’s pods some time as decoys.”

The ship shook with an unknown pressure making you jostle as you held on to the sides of the desk. Despite the movement, he was closer to you easily evading the furniture that slid by and the utensils that flew. Carelessly stepping over your drying canvas he’d steady himself behind you holding onto the desk. The shaking and tilting seemed to stop if only for a moment. 

“(Y/n) we need to go-”

“You need to go Ruggie! This is my job I’m supposed to stay if things get rough.”

He hated to think that’s what the creative specialist amounted to. Supporting the crew, providing insight completely untouched by the members of the ship. Caring for the art and entertainment they all turned to in times of stress. 

It was infuriating to see that all the smiling you usually did was overshadowed by this. Your quaking hands, forced to prioritize lifeless objects instead of your life. He hated this. 

“Is there a way to send them all out at once?”

“Yes but I can’t make a contingency plan of what’s best to save in time–”

“Do it.”

“What?!” 

“Do that because I’m carrying you out of here. Dragging you out of here if I have to.” 

He glared at you, silently shooting down any protests you turned back to the flickering screen. Sending them all out at once with a push of a button, you watched as they dispersed. Hearing the oncoming assault of a laser blast you curled into Ruggie, both of you bracing against the desk. The ship shook and groaned as loose parts began to jostle wildly leaving exposed wire in every path. 

Ruggie didn’t wait for the shaking to stop, practically carrying you out of the destroyed library into the hall. Thankfully the main path was not blocked allowing you to follow Ruggie to the pods. With you first, you darted into the bay scuddling to a halt when a masked man with a long bang stood in front of the last one. 

“Didn’t expect to see a familiar face on this one.”

The masked man’s voice was smooth but grating as he twirled a translucent saber in his hand. It was then you realized two other pods had blood on them and that two had already left the station. Ruggie hoped his prince was on one of them. 

“Yeah, told you the new route was going to be my ticket.”

The masked man scoffed, “Really? The ‘Peace Corps’? You decided to get in with these pompous hoarders?”

Ruggie sucked his teeth,” Not the Corps, the Prince.”

“That's a bit better, though I warn you about being stuck under its thumb.” 

“Already keeping an eye out.”

Ruggie began to waltz towards the only pod left that was unstained only to find you still in place. 

“Ruggie…you know this guy!?” 

The cracking voice stung his heart. He sent a look over his shoulder hoping the least bit of understanding would be found in his gaze and you would know the truth. But you were so stupid. So naive. You just couldn’t have reacted any other way.

“(Y/n)...”

“I trusted you!”

“(Y/n) get in the pod now!”

In a defiant and idiotic fashion, you stumbled back when he stood and reached for you. Sending you into the chest and waiting for the arms of the masked man; who grasped your wrists as you struggled. With no avail, Ruggie had no choice but to come closer, walking on thin ice as he hardened his gaze. 

Whether he’d left that life behind or not the grip on his dagger was instinct. The masked man noticed, shifting to hold your arms tightly in one arm. Although you couldn’t see it, everyone could feel the smirk underneath his mask.

“I am supposed to bring one of these Peace grunts back home. There’s a hefty price for some of these…” 

He became uncomfortably close as he tapped his gloved index against your sweating temple,” brains of theirs.”

Ruggie’s grip tightened fully prepared to slice. 

“Not this one. They’re mine.”

“Then where am I going to get my paycheck?”

Ruggie didn’t dare look at you. 

“There’s an emergency safe in the Captain’s quarters. It’s likely the ones you didn’t get here are going there.”

“Thanks. Any guess what the code is?”

“5567.”

“Ruggie!” You cried out in distress. Expressing more anger at him than the one smirking about abducting your remaining crewmate. The masked man released you shoving you to the ground as he began to stalk off. 

“I appreciate the help. Good luck taming…that.”

Ruggie was quick to scoop you up. Despite the struggle, he managed to shove you into the pod along with himself, piloting the vessel. With weak fists banging against his back he didn’t have time to truly register the sorrowful wails that filled the halls of the tight pod. Only focused on rerouting the location to the meeting spot he’d established with the prince. 

You misunderstanding him would be the greatest burden he had yet.

But in the face of saving the love of his life?

It was a minor annoyance at best.

[azulsluver]

very curious, does bully!au reader have ANY friends outside of school? like say online friends or anything?

Now where do you think you can get access to the internet, let alone a device brokie?

The most you’re getting is a telephone. If you’re lucky enough, the way you can even get your hands on one is getting it through Ruggie (he needs to know where you’re at so Leona doesn’t chew him out for it).

Even if you did get a device, it’s strictly monitored.. everyone wants to have their number on your phone and locations on at ALL times.

[mxdarling]

["damn it why can’t you just love me back?" / "be good for me this time. i don’t want to see you cry again."]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: you don't love him back, riddle desperately wishes you did & you hate conflicts yet you continue to have them with your loving boyfriend, epel.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (riddle's part: 1.2k, epel's part: 1.0k)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author’s note:] oooooo.. you picked out some good dialogue choices for both riddle and epel anon- i definitely had a lot of fun writing this (and god a lot of burnout from this LOLL but what's new?)

ALSO MORE RIDDLE ANGST i'm (not) so sorry riddle fans but he's such a perfect material for angst i can't- for epel's part, it's a little.. disturbing?? originally planned it to be soft but uh.. somehow wrote itself... please read the warnings before proceeding to epel's part!!, but uh- anyways thank you anon for requesting riddle and epel with 34 & 47! i had fun writing this so please enjoy!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, you/your prns, reader is yuu, (riddle's part:) angst, unrequited love, confession scene (or rejection scene), obsessive behavior, intrusive thoughts, prefect has hair and drinks tea, riddle spirals, (epel's part:) slightly ooc, prefect takes pills, prefect has insomnia, manipulation (guilt-tripping, gaslighting, and minimization), brief mentions of past abuse (physical, neglect, and emotional), abandonment and attachment issues, mentions of jealousy behavior.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

due to his strict and sheltered upbringing, RIDDLE ROSEHEART wasn't always aware of holidays beyond school-related events, as well as unbirthday parties and birthday parties. however, he still made an effort to educate himself on these occasions, particularly when the most anticipated holiday this month was valentine's day. he isn't exactly sure why you were particularly excited about this certain holiday, and whenever he would ask, he'd get the same vague answer every single time with that cheeky grin of yours: "you'll see for yourself!". after a few attempts at getting no concrete answer from you, he decided to follow through with your word and wait until the holiday came around the corner.

(he can't help but love the way your eyes glimmer in eagerness as you happily talk his ears away about the different kinds of traditions that come with the holiday. the tea he's asked trey to prepare especially for you was long forgotten as he focuses on just you and all your beauty: the melodic sounds that come out of your mouth, the fast hand gestures you've been doing for the past hour as a way to emphasize how excited you are, that big smile that stretches to your ears—showing a lot of your teeth, how your cheeks became even more pinchable as the seconds pass by, and the way your hair beautifully frames your face.

if he were to list down all the little details about you, it would probably surpass the three hundred rules the queen of hearts established; to him, it felt quite shameful. breaking his line of thought, he went back to pleasantly listening to your voice, upholding a conversation with you, asking questions about what you've just said, providing his own input on the topic, sharing ideas with one another, and essentially, being a good friend of yours. however, the mere suggestion of that notion leaves a tingling bitterness in his mouth.)

today is the day. the holiday you kept talking to him about (the only thing you talked about) and the holiday you were very excited about was valentine's day. to say he felt thrilled would be an overstatement. not to mention you were the only one who had prepared anything for the chosen holiday while everyone else treated it like any other normal weekday. he saw how your previously excited expression turned into one he could only describe as a sulking puppy—with a deep frown and teary eyes. had it been anyone else who saw you in such a state, they would've assumed you had been rejected by someone (he'd never do that to you, just so you know). he wasn't the best at comforting those around him, you know that; everyone else knows that; he, himself, especially knows that.

knowing this, he attempted to comfort you in a way he only knows how: through a tart. with the help of trey and the others (ones he won't name for the sake of his pride), he was able to make you tarts in your favorite flavor; he even wrapped them in a color he knows you very much like—all in an effort to see that smile on your face and to be the reason why it's there in the first place.

(he lives for your smile; scratch that, he lives for your happiness and comfort, he lives for your laughter, he lives for you and solely you. that bright smile of yours could eradicate any worries of his that plague his mind and allow him to sleep in peace; that laughter of yours could leave him hypnotized and unable to focus on anything but your voice, your sound, you. if he were to ever find you in displeasure or tears, he'd find a way to revert them into happiness; it doesn't matter who, what, or where this source of discomfort is coming from, he will fix it. for you, no issue is too big nor too troubling for him to solve.)

he waits in the spot he asked you to arrive at after class, the neatly wrapped-up tart in one hand and his other hand on his chest. as minutes slowly pass by, he can feel the thumping of his heart on his hand, how it feels every beat against his chest, how it feels every vibration flowing through his veins, and how it feels his chest inhaling and exhaling as he tries to calm down his heartbeat. he wouldn't want you to see him in such a state. no, you couldn't see him like this at all; he needed to be his best for you, perfect even. otherwise, he wouldn't be deserving of those small moments shared only between you and him; he wouldn't be worthy of seeing your smile and laughter every week (he wishes to see that smile every day, every hour, every minute, every second); he wouldn't be able to earn the right to be by your side his whole life.

the sound of hurried footsteps brings him out of his thoughts, getting louder and clearer by the second. he knows it's you; he memorized the sound and pattern of your footsteps by heart. he could practically hear it in his sleep. quickly, he brushes off any (nonexistent) dirt on his uniform, standing up straight with one of his hands at the back to appear gentleman-like (like he wasn't just contemplating his worthiness to be with you a few minutes ago), and presenting a small smile on his face just for you.

he couldn't remember how it got to this point; everything happened so fast that it eventually blurred out in his mind, unable to fill in the little details of the moments before you read his letter attached to the wrapped-up tart. he couldn't recall the faces you've made when reading his letter, but those seven words you've uttered to him still remain clear in his mind:

"i don't feel the same way."

"i don't feel the same way."

"i don't feel the same way."

he should have expected this to happen; he should have expected someone as amazing as you not to like someone as stiff and rigid as him; he should have known that his confession would end up being rejected. yet, his heart aches in pain, and his hand clutches his chest as a way to relieve that aching pain—but to no avail does it lessen the pain or go away. instead, he watches you walk away from him; he watches as his whole worldview falls apart right before his eyes. you didn't take the wrapped-up tarts he meticulously prepared for you; you didn't take his letter, his heart, his love, or his devotion; you took absolutely nothing from him.

so why does he feel like he just lost a part of himself when you walked away? why does he feel like he became an empty shell of who he once was? why do these tears roll off his cheeks when nothing was taken from him? why does it hurt so much to be denied sharing a life with you? why, why, why, why—

all these questions flooded his head, questions that are all trying to find answers he doesn't have answers to. he has nothing to offer other than a choked-up whisper:

"damn it… why can’t you just love me back?"

EPEL FELMIER, a great friend and lovely boyfriend of yours, someone who you wouldn't trade for anyone else in the world, someone you wouldn't dream of leaving behind, someone you love to death—at least, that's how you've hoped to view epel. you were never the type to argue with other people or engage in conflicts; in fact, you hated it. you hated the back and forth of hurting each other with words, you hated the yelling until throats got dry, the screaming in each other's ears until someone became deaf, the slow but steady escalation of turning the fight into a physical one, the sounds of punches, the sounds of painful grunts, the sight of blood being splattered all over the floor, and everything else that came with having an argument.

you would much rather observe from the outside, be the watcher to every scene and clip, be the silent witness to every fight that occurs, and be the bystander from afar as the chaos around you unfolds right before your eyes. it is more peaceful that way, less painful, less scary, and less permanent. it made sleeping at night much easier, with fewer nightmares, fewer pills to be taken in a day, fewer chances of the pillows being soaked with tears, and fewer chances of people asking if you slept well last night whenever you go outside.

(you sat back against your bedroom door, covering your mouth with your hand as a way to silence your cries. if you had extra hands, you would cover your ears too, but you couldn't; you couldn't risk them hearing you awake and listening in to their conversation. you had a strict bedtime to follow through; it wouldn't do you good to go against the bedtime rule or any rule they've established in this household. best case scenario, you would get away with just a few words and a slap thrown at you; worst case scenario, you'd have to go through another tiring, cruel session with them.

they argue every second of the day to the point where if they had neighbors, their front door would be littered with complaints about how loud their voices can be heard from across the block. they argue mostly in the mornings (which is good; you don't need another reason to be kept awake at night till early sunrise). rarely do they argue at night, as they're too tired to even talk to one another (and you), let alone cook dinner for them (and you), but when they do, it's worse, so much worse (for you). you'd hear a lot of sounds behind the door: sounds of screaming, yelling, skin hitting skin, several thuds—some loud, some soft—and glass breaking and shattering. all you wanted was a glass of water, but they couldn't even give you that.)

despite your clear dislike and avoidance of conflicts and fights, it seems to always follow you around, through every corner and every turn, through every hallway and every classroom. it doesn't go away no matter how much you try to fight, no matter how much you try to not let it appear; it's always there, watching from afar. sometimes it slowly creeps its way into certain events of your life, sometimes slithering its way into relationships shared with ones you cherish most, and in some cases, causing a rift between you and the people you love and making them leave you behind.

you hate when conflicts do that to the people you love; it makes you feel lonely, it makes you feel empty inside, it makes you feel like you've lost a part of yourself when they left, it makes you long for another relationship with them even though it's beyond repair, and it makes you think about those nights spent with them. you hated when conflicts ruin your life with a single fight, but you remain powerless against its effects on your relationships with others.

right now its current victim is your loving boyfriend, epel, and you hate to admit it, but arguments with him have been occurring more and more frequently recently, even more than with those people you've been in relationships with before. the arguments would vary in causes:

"how come you never spend time with me anymore? you're always with other people, y'know..."

"who's that guy you were with earlier? you know him? what was he tryin' to talk to you about?"

"someone chatted you? who is it? let me see the messages"

some have told you that this is not healthy, that this kind of behavior is concerning, that.. you should leave him before it's too late. you couldn't, because he'd have no one to be by his side; he'd have no one beside him as he sleeps. you wouldn't, because you love him; you don't leave the people you love behind, you stay with them—even through the bad times. you wouldn't let another conflict drive a wedge between you and a loved one again, not now, not with him.

so you'll stay, you'll stay in this relationship with him, even when things get tough, even when things don't go as planned.

even when your friends slowly distance themselves from you.

(they just don't understand us, but i do, i understand you)

even when he raises his voice at you.

(i'm just angry; it's normal to be angry. don't be so dramatic)

even when his grip on you is a bit too tight.

(i'm just worried you'll leave me.. just like everyone else did)

even when he's the one that makes you cry at the end of each fight.

(you're so sensitive... one small thing and you start crying...)

you've mentioned before how you hate when conflicts ruin your life with a single fight, but maybe this time, these conflicts with him are trying to tell you something.

"this can be fixed," he says softly. "we can fix this," he says again, gently cradling you in his arms as if you were glass, as if you could break at any given moment and time. you cry on his shoulder as he tightens his grip around you; his embrace is soft but cold, comforting but restrictive, and loving but controlling.

you've mentioned before that you'll stay in this relationship with him, that you won't leave him, despite everything, despite good and bad, but maybe this time, there's more to just leaving what you have with him behind.

"be good for me this time! i don’t want to see you cry again..."

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[critterschaoscorner]

Sometimes you can find the fanfic you want to read and sometimes you have to reinvent your account and do it yourself

[diz-eaze]

"yan tendency": (yandere! character: skully)

skully "breaks into your shared dorm (delusion), specifically, your room to sniff whatever fabrics there are to find" j graves.

never trust him around your laundry !!

Next character for "yan tendency": leona

[lustlovehart]

I'm more curious about the reverse!Monster au, how are the others test boys and Fellow honest and Skully are like in this version?

I like to believe they’re generally the same as the dorm leaders actually. Unlike regular Monster!Twst who have the 7 wonders as the biggest wanted bounty in the monster hunter field, as well as their pesky magic capabilities, the seven in Reverse Monster!Twst, are basically regular people who are just highly capable at their jobs. The same thing goes for everyone else, they don’t have the super abilities their monster counterparts have, so they’re regular people as well. I can give a general consensus on how all of them meet readers though!

Pairings: Fellow, Skully, Neige, Chenya, Heartslaybul, Savanclaw, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Diasmonia x Reader

First however, We should go over the others, as some of them aren’t officially apart of the Monster Hunters. Also, there is 100% spelling errors in here, so sorry!! Reversed

These men are supposed to be Monster hunters… So why… Why do they act more fiendish than a Monster like you?!?

Fellow - A con artist on sages quarter who regularly scams people on the streets. Karma catches up to him when he finds you hiding in the shadows, attempting to sell you a fake artifact, only for him to catch a closer look at you, and realize you’re the monster the Hunter organization has been looking for. He should run, but the closer he looks at you… You’d be quite the attraction… Many people would pay to see the all-famed beast in a cage! Synopsis: To which Fellow pathetically attempts to catch you, realizing as time goes on, maybe there’s more to you than just money… Leading to his obsession.

Skully - The information logger of the organization. He doesn’t hunt any monsters down but collects info brought back to make records. He's been obsessed with knowing more about you, as your existence is shrouded in mystery. Imagine his surprise when he’s working late at night, only to look up and realize his (few) pictures of you are missing! His long limbs stumble over to search, he trips when the feeling of a monstrous trait lies on the ground. He’s prepared to run out when he stops and finally realizes who’s sitting there. You look down at him, your eyes following his every movement. Well now… Now that he knows it's you and not some random, how could he ever let those other Hunters defile you?! Synopsis: Skully finds the love (or monster) of his dreams in his decrepited study room! Now all he must do is hide you away from everyone else… But how is he supposed to do that when you won’t even answer what you’re doing there?

Neige - A support Hunter, who rather than do the hunting, acts as medical backup on the field. There’s not much to complain about when it comes to him, unlike the other factions. People like the 7 Highers and their upper ranks are looked upon with admiration for their skill, but in the same breath spat at due to their more than disagreeable personalities. Not Neige though, he’s the only sweet person in the field. This is why his co-workers are in shock when they succumb to their wounds, watching Neige tend to the monster who has practically sent them to their graves. Neige looks back with a sad smile, but when he turns it shifts to a smile with great joy. Synopsis: The only healer in the work field, realizes he recognizes you, perhaps from a dream, or maybe another world. But all he remembers is how much he strived to find you again in this reality, slowly abandoning his life, in turn, to live this new one with you.

Chenya- The weird citizen who somehow always finds you. No matter how many trees, rocks, or even heads you throw at him, he just always seems to come back with a smile on his face. He’s not a part of the monster organization hunting you down, but he isn’t normal either. All you know is his name is Chenya, and he wants… You don’t know what he wants but he’s always there! You wonder if he’s a monster too, but the way he answers no so casually tells you he is just a regular human. So why is he everywhere??? Synopsis: This human holds too much mystery to be sure of his motives, but one thing is for sure, he has a great interest in always staying by you.

Heartslaybul Upper Ranks- They find out about you when they follow Riddle one day on a private job. The moment they see him confront you they silently cheer him on, completely expecting their tyrant of a unit leader to immediately behead you upon sight. When he doesn’t they’re left in a state of confusion, only further enriching the feeling when Riddle doesn’t kill you, but cages you. You escape his grasp once more and all of them overhear the way he whispers.

“I shall not let you escape…!” Now they’re curious as to why Riddle is so set on taking you, not because of the rules of his job, but because of his wants. You’ve successfully swayed the strict Rule-Followers heart, it only makes sense his soldiers have grown curious about you… They scramble away when Riddle walks in their direction, though now that they look closer… Are his cheeks blushed red? Ace’s snickers immediately alert their leader's attention, his face instead red with anger. “Are you the reason they’re gone?!” They’re all quick to run as Trey attempts to calm him. Surely, it can’t be that serious, You’ll get that monster next time! Trey is the only one who hears Riddles's confession of not beheading you, but rather… No, this should be a secret between them.

Ace and Deuce - Officially meet you on a mission, where their luck randomly has them crossing paths with a disguised you. When that cloak falls, the beginning of their infatuation is sparked. They can finally see you up close… and now they finally understand why Riddle is so obsessed with you. Ace throws a quick smirk at Deuce, silently communicating a plan. They feign worry as they pose as travelers, worried about your safety. They’re lucky you assume them to be innocent merchants and not secret hunters. However… are merchants usually this close to their clients? They’re basically breathing on you…!

Trey and Cater - You sneak into Trey’s part time bakery on Sages quarter, attempting to try all the food you have never tried. The both of them assume you’re just a random monster that showed up, giving them extra work. They’re proven wrong when they instead find you. They’re quick to put away their weapons and beckon you over with sweet promises.

Savanaclaw Upper Ranks- First introduced to the idea of you when they see Leona covered in scratches and bruises. They assume he either went out on a mission, or something else entirely. Their suspicions are proven wrong when they quietly hear Leona mumble your name, kicking rocks as he plans his future trap for his prey (you. Though, not even Leona’s sure if he can call you prey. The moment he catches you, he already knows he’s gonna treat you way better than meat slabbed on his plate). They remember the name quickly, a top rated bounty. Jack is proud at their unit leaders strong strive that hasn’t been seen in so long, while Ruggies wondering if there’s a way for him to get some of that money. One thing is sure, Leona certainly has them interested in you too (accidently).

“Damn monster… Ruinin’ my sleep…” The two of them watch Leona glare at a flower. They think he’s gonna sand it down to dust. They’re thrown off when he plucks it and pockets with a swiftness that’s honestly funny. Now they need to know who has their unit leader so starstruck.

Jack & Ruggie - Meet you when they’re training. It’s pure chance when the leaves of a tree rustle, a body falling out of its branches. They rush over, assuming it to be an innocent towns person who most likely broke a rib or two. They’re frozen when the body picks its head up, the pretty sight of the most heinous monster in existence (you) blinking at them in a daze. Ruggie laughs as he leans you on his shoulder. Well, now he doesn’t think he wants that bounty money anymore. Jack was never in it for the reward, but he can’t deny he thinks the same as Ruggie.

Ocatvinelle Upper Ranks- They’re already aware of you from the get go. They were both hiding behind a tree as they witness Azuls first meeting with you. So, in a sense, their first meeting with you was right then, beating Azul with dark bruises before fading into shadows. They never tell him about their excursion though, acting oblivious when Azul vents to them about his encounter with you. Ohh…! He really thought he could get you…! They nod along, subtly feeding into his confidence. My, and they thought he only wanted the status! To think you changed Azul from just one meeting alone… You are quite the entertainer.

“I’ll get them next time…!” Azul slams his fist down on the desk, his weapons clattering at the impact. Usually, he would care about such damages, it’s expensive furniture! But the look on his face is something entirely different, as if he couldn’t care about that fortune anymore. What would it matter if he can’t lavish you in it? He buries his head in his hands, glancing over at the golden conch on his table. Monsters like shiny things don’t they? Perhaps you’ll come out to him when you see its glimmer. Jade and Floyd giggle as Azul scrambles to form a basket of glittery objects. Jade shines the gold necklace in his hand, it’s comforting to know they all had the same idea~

Jade & Floyd - They finally meet you face to face after such a long time of only knowing your elusive nature, all because they flashed diamond and gold in the moons light. Despite the way you snarl and throw insults at them, they don’t seem fazed one bit. “Ehh, Shrimpy’s kinda pretty up close huh?” Jade nods along. That uniform of theirs looks familiar... That slimy hunter..! Though… You think you might prefer him over these two…

Pomefiore Upper Ranks- Another pair (#3) who stalk their unit leader. Though, Completely unwilling for Epel. The sight of a disheveled bruised and beaten Vil is distraughting for Rook, he’s only narrowly held back by Epel who clings to him. He whispers warnings to the blonde, if you got out there you’ll die! But to let a comrade in arms perish despite being so near must be a much more horrible fate! He’s already pulling back the string of his bow to kill an ugly beast like you. But then, Vil ducks out of the way, the moonlight hitting you, and allowing both of them to see the sight Vil saw so up close. The bow drops down as Rook gasps. My... You are the epitome of beauty.

“How horrible…” Vil sits up from the dirty spot on the floor, dusting off his uniform. Rook and Vil are ready to run up to him, but stop when they notice Vil lift an object up to the light, a sadistic laugh of victory escaping his throat. “Yet amazing.” a bottle of crimson liquid illuminates with the moon behind it. “You and I, should be the fairest together.” he covers the glass container in a sack. “But first, I should strive to become much fairer.” Epel is left quirking an eyebrow at a teary eyed Rook. He doesn't know why… But he feels like Rook wants to both hunt you, and court you.

Epel & Rook - Meet you because of Rook somehow picking up your disguised figure in an overpacked crowd. You’re unsuspecting to the hunters that lurk behind you, wanderingly aimlessly in your next feast. You’re about to open your mouth and take your first bite of a meal, when a gloved hand covers your mouth and brings you into their body heat. A mysterious blonde man looks at you with a smile while he tugs your restraints. Non non, your face would be sullied with blood! Our queen wouldn’t like that, right Epel? The other hunter nods, tightening the rope in his hands. Something tells you it’s not just Vil who’s determined to see your beauty up close.

Diasmonia Upper Ranks- They’re alerted to your continuing existence when Malleus bursts through the door, his overwhelming strength almost shooting the hinges. It's been a while since he’s acted like this. The first time happened when he first became unit leader, his cause of disarray being a sighting of you he missed by two minutes because Crowley kept the sevens meeting running long. It doesn’t take much to assume this next cry is caused by you as well. They’re proven right when Malleus tightens his fists, cracking the statue near the door with a strong hit. The utterance of your name proves them right. He takes a glance at the pictures of you ripped from books, each one adorned with a flower he believed to fit your aura in the frame. He turns back with anger and sorrow, walking away from the board.

“I finally saw them… But was it even worth it if I couldn't speak to them?” The confession leads to panic. Malleus… Finally met you? So… You do exist! They’re about to cheer for him, but remember his current unpleasant mood and deter from the decision. Though, the only thing left to do then is get you for him, is it not? They all collectively look at each other before leaving the chambers with great haste. Lilias laughing with joy, Silver is dazed yet still determined, and Sebek… Well, he views you with disdain, as you are a filthy monster, the things they’ve sworn to kill and protect the world from. But, you are the object of Malleus’s interest, so… He should most likely pursue you.

Lilia & Silver & Sebek - Meet you through a sucessful plan, where you glare at them from above the fire they have you dangling over. You’re shouting curses at them, hoping at least one will cast and bring misfortune to their lineage. You grunt in frustration when nothing lands due to your panic. Lilia tilts his head at you, questioning if this is really the monster blessed with the highest bounty in history, as well as Malleuses infatuation. Though he can’t deny it, he’s quite curious too, and he can confidently say the other two feel the same way. Silver is fully awake for once as he stares at you, even Sebek doesn't seem as uptight. In both of their minds, you’re a danger to Malleus, but you’re also his in the same breath, which is why... They feel so guilty for feeling the same way he does towards you. Lilia laughs as he swings you towards his arms, catching you with a strength unbefitting his frame. It seems you’ve captured both Diasmonas Unit leader and his uper ranks.

And perhaps… Maybe all of Sages Quarters key people.

To every ones misfortune, their traps fail and Monster!Darling escapes from them everytime, further increasing the missing count of Sages quarter, and perhaps the world.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Far Cry Cradle.

Pairing: Yandere!Lilia x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Somnophilia, Kidnapping, Slight Breeding Kink, Infantilization/Dehumanization, and Implied Pregnancy. Slight Spoilers for Book Seven.

Humans were skittish creatures.

Lilia knew that better than most, but even if he hadn’t, it would’ve been plain to see. Their soldiers required battle cries and marching songs to keep their nerve on the field, their royalty barricaded themselves behind gates of iron and castles of brick, and even the lowliest among them fell back on rumor and superstition to vent their anxiety, telling each other tales of heroes and villains and treachery and valiance as to best root a bit of bravery in one another where they’d failed to plant it in themselves. It was an admirable effort – albeit, a misplaced one. There were things in the world worth being afraid of. Trying to forget that was as foolish as succumbing to it.

You were a skittish creature, certainly. Your condition was no worse than that of the state he found you in, and yet, your trembling had only grown more violent, your muffled noises quickly becoming too pitiful to ignore. It’d been a struggle just to get you back to his cottage, and you’d scrambled into the smallest, darkest possible corner as soon as he’d let you go. It was a miracle you didn’t make a break for the door. At least he knew that, whatever you thought he was going to do to you, it couldn’t have been worse than whatever you’d encountered in the for—

“Please don’t eat me.”

Your voice, cracked and hoarse, brought his attention back to you. He sighed, pushing himself away from the wall and ebbing closer until he stood in front of you. Despite your brazenness, you shied away, sinking that much deeper into your corner. He wondered how long you’d stay there. Any more than a few hours, and he might start to worry.

“I’m going to… eat you?”

A sharp inhale, followed quickly by a shaky nod. “I—In my village, they used to say nocturnal fae considered human flesh to be a delicacy,” you managed, in time. Lilia had to bite back a laugh. “I don’t want to be eaten. If you have to kill me, I’d understand, but I don’t want to be—”

“Relax.” It was more of an order than he meant it to be. Instantly, you went rigid, pulling your knees into your chest and staring at him, doe eyed.

With your panic momentarily thrown into paralysis, he took a moment to evaluate you. You really were in bad shape. Fresh bruises and cuts lined your bare arms and legs, and your clothing had been torn, mended, then torn again. You carried no supplies, but judging from the defensive edge to your posture, the extent of your distress, you’d been fending for yourself for quite a while. Most worryingly, you were barefoot. Wandering through unfamiliar terrain, hungry and cold, was unpleasant. Wandering through unfamiliar terrain, hungry and cold and forced out of comfort so suddenly, you didn’t have time to grab even the most obvious of essentials, was significantly more unpleasant.

He cleared his throat, then fell into a crouch, lowering himself to your height. “Why are you in Briar Valley?”

Your answer came quickly, reflexively. “I was lost.”

“Alright, what were you doing when you got lost?”

This time, your response was less easily provided. “.. picking berries?”

Perfect. You didn’t have nerve to meet his eyes, but lying to his face didn’t seem to cause you so much strife.

Surprisingly, you spoke up without prompting, uncurling slightly. “Are you going to let me go?”

Lilia grit his teeth. Letting you go would be a bad idea, not only because it was the dead of winter and travelling just about anywhere in your state was a death sentence. You were fickle, and nervous, and more than a little disoriented, but you were human, too, and he was in sore need of one of those.

“No,” and then, rolling his eyes as you let out another keening whimper, “For two reasons. Firstly, it’s winter, you’re injured, and if I let you go back out there, you’d only get yourself killed. Secondly, I need—”

As if rehearsed, an ear-piercing cry broke through the cottage’s quiet, immediately replacing any semblance of peace with a misery that outmatched yours ten-fold. Lilia, as exhausted as he’d ever been on the battlefield, let his head fall, forcing himself to take a deep breath before soldiering on. “I have a son,” he said, only just managing to speak over the child’s wailing. “You’ll be taking care of him, during your time here.”

In retrospect, he could’ve been nicer about it – less brisk, more accommodating, leaning more towards a suggestion than a command. But, it wasn’t in his nature to ask questions where he could dull out orders, and if the idea of childrearing was as aversive to you as that of admitting where you hailed from, you did a decent job of masking it. If anything, your expression seemed to soften, your eyes darting in the direction of Silver’s nursery. For the first time since he’d found you, you managed to say something half-way rational.

“…can I meet him?”

Lilia considered it. Waiting until tomorrow morning may have been wiser. You’d have a chance to gather yourself, and he could tend to Silver on his own in the meantime, ready the child to meet someone other than Malleus and himself. It was probably the more considerate thing to do, the smarter thing to do, but the wailing grew louder, and your eyes caught the dim moonlight in a way that almost made you seem eager, and with a rasped sigh, he stood to his full height, signaling for you to do the same. “For a minute or so. He ought to be asleep, by now.”

He turned away from you, and without a word, you scrambled to your feet, tripping over yourself to follow after him.

~

Humans were sentimental things.

Strangely so. Inexplicably so. Silver had warmed to him immediately, sure, but he’d been a newborn at the time, willing to love anyone who could coo his name and make lights in pretty colors dance on their fingertips. Adults had fewer excuses. Baur’s new son-in-law was rumored to have fallen in love with his now-wife the first time he laid eyes on her, and you…

You could’ve loved a dried patch of thistle, so long as it needed your help.

Lilia made a habit of watching you, generally speaking, but he made sure to hover a little closer whenever you had Silver in your arms – which you almost always did, these days. It was clear that your experience was limited, but you took to childrearing like a fish took to water; dedicating yourself to tending to Silver’s needs as you would’ve your own flesh and blood. Currently, you were sitting by the fire in an age-old rocking chair, bouncing him on one knee and balancing an open book on the other, doing your best to read out some nonsensical fairytale to an unruly audience of one. Or, two, he supposed. He was catching more of it than he’d like to.

When you got to the part about the princess being woken up from an eternal sleep by true love’s kiss, he cut in. “If those are the kind of stories you’ll be telling the boy, it might be better not to speak to him at all.”

Your fear of him seemed to fade more and more with every passing sunrise. Now, you only responded to his chiding with a chime of a laugh, a quick shake of your head. “Talking to children is important. It doesn’t matter what you say, so long as they hear your voice.” You paused, leaning just a little closer to Silver. “Plus, it means you’re going to love me way more than your dad when you’re older. By then, you’ll already know he’s no fun.”

By way of reply, Silver clapped merrily and curled a tiny first around your sleeve. You shot Lilia a triumphant smirk. “See? He’s already playing favorites.”

Lilia pursed his lips. “He never seemed to mind being along with me.”

“Only because he didn’t know any better. You were trying to nurse him on wine, and—”

“Fruit juice,” he corrected.

“Fermented fruit juice. In other words, wine.” Almost protectively, you gathered Silver in your arms, propping him against your shoulder. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to say his name more, either. You should get into the habit while he’s still too young to remember being called ‘the boy’.”

At that, Lilia turned away entirely, huffing. He knew you were right. He’d known that when he named Silver, when he decided he was fit to raise a child with a face he still saw in his darkest dreams. Still, to love a child unconditionally and to be a father were two very different things. He was currently stumbling through the latter, but accomplishing the former was proving more difficult than he would ever care to admit aloud.

With a sigh, he edged closer to you, perching himself on the arm of your chair. “May I hold him?”

You feigned reluctance, but didn’t put up a fight. Silver was passed from one pair of hands to another, and Lilia held the child in his lap. “Silver,” he muttered, bringing up a hand to pinch his cheek gently. Good-tempered as always, Silver stared at him wide-eyed, as if in anticipation. “My first son was much more durable. Then again, he did have the decency to hatch from an egg.”

“That actually explains a lot about Malleus.” You straightened abruptly, clapping your hands together. “Oh, and we’re running low on powdered milk. You should ask him to pick some up, if he plans on visiting this week.”

 It was Lilia’s turn to laugh, now – not at anything you’d said, but at his own early misconception. He’d been too embarrassed to say anything after your hasty correction, but now, the confession came more easily, more naturally. “Honestly, I thought that’d be less of a problem with you here. I suppose I was under the impression that humans can make their own.”

A beat passed, then another. When he glanced toward you, he found your head bowed, a prominent flush spread over most of your face. It was cute, in a vulnerable sort of way. Lilia took longer than he should’ve to look away. “…some humans can. Only after they’ve had, uh, a child of their own first, though.” You shrugged. “There are a lot of conditions that have to be met before it’s something you really have to worry about, I guess.

“And you haven’t met those conditions, yet?”

Your blush darkened. “No, I haven’t.”

Ah.

On second thought, you weren’t very doe-like after all. Even a deer would’ve had more talent when it came to hiding its expression.

You were quick to divert your attention, pushing yourself to your feet and smoothing over your skirt. “The sun is setting and I’m getting hungry. Could you watch Silver while I start dinner?”

“I was actually thinking I could—”

“I’d rather starve.”

~

Humans were confounding things.

Emotional, irrational, ineffective. Pleasure and comfort were put above survival in almost every circumstance, hierarchy was treated as more of suggestion than a rule, and attachments could be formed to anything your unknowable minds deemed worth pitying. The weather grew warmer, the snowstorms fewer and further between, and yet, the idea of you leaving was never revisited. He wasn’t especially eager to broach the topic either, but Lilia had a good reason to want to keep you nearby, to make sure Silver had another set of eyes to watch over him. The same couldn’t be said for you.

“Mind if I join you?”

He glanced up and, of course, found the source of his misery. The picture was perfect; the set that of his cottage painted in the colors of dusk, the focus you dressed in the simple dress and apron gifted to you by Malleus. There was a low huff, a shallow nod, and you crossed the shallow stream, setting yourself next to him where he kneeled. “Silver just fell asleep,” you explained. “I’d give it a good hour or so before he so much as stirs. That kid could sleep through a war if he wanted to.”

“I think he might’ve,” Lilia muttered. You only laughed, leaning into his side.

“So,” you started, peering into the steam, empty save for the occasional chunk of ice drifting on the current. “What are we looking at?”  

“Lost in thought, that’s all. There won’t be anything worth looking at until Spring.” He sighed. “I suppose you’ll have returned to your proper home, by then.”

To your credit, you only faltered for a fraction of a moment – catching yourself before you let so much as your sweet, simpering smile fall away. A lesser man may not have noticed it, but Lilia was not a lesser man.

“Do you want me to leave?”

No. He’d give an arm and leg to keep you here. He’d let it snow through Spring, Summer and Fall. He’d teach Silver how to cry whenever you so much as thought about a home outside of his cottage. There were few things he wouldn’t do, if it meant you never left.

“I might be old, but I’m not delusional.” He forced himself to chuckle, the loud airy and only somewhat strained. “There’s some place you belong, some place you came from, and I don’t think it’s in this valley. It’d be selfish of me to keep you any longer than you ought to stay.”

He made a point of not looking at you, his gaze focused on the lining the streambed. There was a long exhale, then a hollow thud as you fell back – collapsing to the half-frozen ground. Just barely above a whisper, you admitted, “I like it here, Lilia.”

“Surely there are things from your own world that you miss.”

“Not as many as you’d think.”

“Comforts, then. I’ve heard wonderful things about electricity.”

“I’m plenty comfortable already. More than I ever was back home.”

“There has to be someone you miss, (Y/n).”

He heard the grass rustle as you rolled onto your side. When he stole a glance in your direction, he saw that you’d left your back to him. “Yeah.” And then, after a long moment, “I guess there should be.”

In an act of either sympathy or cowardice, he gave you time, allowed you space. Long seconds passed before you pulled yourself upright, letting your hands fall into your lap with a weary sigh. “I’ll leave on the first day of Spring,” you decided. “Before you forget how to take care of Silver on your own.”

“He’s still my son, you know.”

“Sure.” And just like that, you were back to beaming. This time, Lilia couldn’t stand to tear his eyes away from you.

“But I’m always going to behis favorite.”

~

Humans were softened things.

You, more so than most. Your skin felt like milkweed and velvet where his calloused fingers grazed over it, growing softer the farther up he travelled. There was still a winter chill in the air, but the weather was warming steadily, and at some point during the night, you’d kicked your quilts and blankets to the side, leaving you sheltered by only a cloth sleeping gown with sleeves prone to slipping down your shoulders and a skirt eager to pool around your waist. Any other night, Lilia might’ve rolled his eyes, lit the hearth in your bedroom, and left you to your own devices. Another other night, but not tonight.

It was strange, the way he loved you. He’d loved Maleanor, and a part of him always would, but that’d been different. To love Maleanor had been to love a force of nature; a storm as untouchable as it was destructive. He was never going to have her, and in a certain way, he’d always known that. You were different. You weren’t Maleanor. You weren’t distant, or untouchable, or destructive. He already had you.

All he had to do was make sure you couldn’t get away.

He’d expected there to be more guilt, more resignation. Instead, there was only relief as he propped a knee on the edge of your bed, rested a hand next to your sleeping face, allowed himself to ebb and sway closer to you until he was positioned in the space between your legs, his chest nearly pressing into yours. His gaze never left your expression; panicked and contorted, not completely unlike the face you’d worn when he first brought you home. Poor thing. You were having a nightmare.

Removing your dress came first. You were a fitful sleeper, prone to waking at the slightest disturbance, but he wasn’t green to delicate work. You whimpered as he dragged a pointed talon from your collar to your navel, but didn’t stir, didn’t shift, didn’t do anything that might’ve stopped him from bringing his mouth to your collarbone and pressing a feather-soft kiss into the base of your throat, the curve of your chest, the last blue-ringed bruise you carried from the night you met. A selfish, territorial part of him hoped it would never fade, that you’d always carry a mark connecting back to him. A more optimistic, more reasonable faction reminded him that he could simply make more.

His mouth wandered in time with his thoughts. He was careful, cautious as he curled his hands around your thighs, kneading with as much force as he could risk. You were beautiful in your obedience; spreading your legs reflexively, letting out a soft, breathy noise as Lilia settled into the now-open space. The thin fabric of your panties gave away as easily as your gown had, and Lilia’s patience reached its breaking point. Weary of his fangs, he bowed his head and—

Ah.

Humans were sweet, too.

And reactive. Even unconscious, you responded to each hasty swipe and drag of his tongue with a moan, a whine, a mewl so pitiful and so heartbreaking, the idea of ever letting you travel beyond his sight suddenly seemed irresponsible, cruel, unfair to a creature so delicate, it could hardly stand imagine itself to be unwanted. He sighed, letting his hands drift to your waist as he lapped over your clit, as eager to pleasure you as he was to drink in the fruits of his labor. It wasn’t long before your sleep turned restless, your body shifting underneath him in an attempt to escape unfamiliar stimulation. When he refused to let you go so easily, you reacted on instinct; snapping your thighs shut around his head and drawing out a low, reverberating grown from your willing victim.

More. That was what you must’ve wanted – more. He buried himself that much deeper in his task, nuzzling into the inside of your thigh as his tongue spread you open, curling against the walls of your cunt, seeking out anything sensitive, anything vulnerable, anything to make your hips buck into his mouth and your thighs shake where they were still trapped in his hands. He let his teeth scrape over the tender junctions between your thighs, and when that wasn’t enough, ground the bridge of his nose into your clit. Admittedly, it was messy effort; too hasty for your first time. He was tempted to chide himself for being so overly enthusiastic, but the awareness that this was only the first time of countless was enough of a comfort to spur him on.

It wasn’t long before he felt you tense underneath him, sucking in a harsh breath as your cunt clenched around his tongue. He nursed you through your climax (your first ever climax, he chose to believe) until your little whines had turned to near-pained whimpers, until he could no longer stand to limit himself to simply rutting against cold, lifeless bedding. With one more fleeting kiss to the apex of your hip, he pushed himself onto his knees and took to aligning the leaking head of his cock with your entrance, now dripping with arousal and spit. His gaze fixed on your peaceful expression, he thrust into you, no longer patient enough to be quite so gentle.

It was in a state of unparalleled bliss that the watched your eyes snap open, immediately finding him. Your lips parted, a scream already rising in your throat, but he forced his hand over your mouth before it could surface. It wouldn’t do to wake Silver, not at a time like this.

“Easy, love, easy,” he cooed. Your only response was a wince, a twist, a ragged sob reverberating against his palm. He might’ve been offended, had he not been able to feel you growing warmer, growing tighter around his length. “I apologize if there’s any pain. Can you try and relax for me?”

Apparently not. Your hands found their way to his chest, clawing frantically thought the thin material of his tunic. You tried to move his legs, too, but he was quick to put a stop to that, leaning his weight against you and pinning you to the bed. A bit selfishly, he took the opportunity to press his chest to yours, his hips to yours, to root himself that much deeper into you. It was paradise, the way you clung to him. He could only wonder why he didn’t realize how precious you were sooner.

“Easy,” he repeated, more breathlessly. “Would you rather I restrain you?”

The clawing stopped immediately. After a moment, he felt you shake your head.

“And you don’t want to end up hurting yourself, now, do you?”

Another shake, this one more trepid than the first.

“Then listen to me.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, careful not to raise his voice. “Make all the noise you want, but don’t scream. I’m not afraid of seeking out more permanent solutions.”

That was enough to get you to stop moving entirely. He held you close for a second, then another, before pulling away. True to your word (or lack thereof), you kept quiet, catching your bottom lip in your teeth and shutting your eyes so tightly, he could almost believe you no longer cared to look at him. With an airy laugh, he rested a hand next to your head and started to move.

It was your first time. It had to be. If you’d had any experience at all, you wouldn’t have responded to every slow, sentimental thrust with such adorable squeaking, wouldn’t have clung to the sheets with such a heartbreaking desperation. With your compliance ensured, he tried to be delicate, to give you time to adjust, but you made it difficult not to seek out the reactions you seemed so ready to provide. You made it hard not to use more force than he should’ve, not to root himself deeper than he should’ve, not to grind and rut and fuck like some drooling animal, caught up in its own heat. He could tell you were trying to ignore him, but even that had to break, eventually; your hands shooting to his shoulders as he lost his pace, your nails digging into his skin as he found something more substantial, something bordering on rabid. This time, he welcomed your violence. It was the least he could do, to help ground his distraught little love.

“You’re going to stay here.” He didn’t realize he’d meant to say anything aloud until he heard his own voice, low and drawn-out, playing just above your miserable whines and pleasured moans. “You’ll never have to leave. You’ll belong here. You already belong with me.”

“I don’t—”

“You won’t have a choice,” he assured, the comfort in his voice thick and prone to clotting. “Not after tonight.”

He watched horror flash across your expression, then something else, something he couldn’t quite name. It didn’t matter. His lips were already crashing into yours, dragging you into a kiss put off for far, far too long. Light flashed behind his eyes, and some unnamable tether drawn taut inside of him finally snapped. With his hips pressed flush to yours, he stilled and came undone. You followed a moment later, milking him for all he had.

For minutes, it was all he could do to stay trapped there; your warm body pressed into his, your stifled crying the only sound filling the empty space. When he did break from his trance, it was with an airy laugh, a brush of his cheek against yours before he dipped lower, taking shelter in the crook of your neck. Whether or not you could hear him was irrelevant. You’d have plenty of time to listen, from now on.

“You’re going to be a perfect mother.”

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Stuck in TWST without meds

and also they're yandere or something

@shironakuronatasa here you go pookie <3

Because everyone is different, I'm gonna be focusing on the meds I take and the things I experience! If you're inspired to write one of your own based on your types of meds, go for it! I'd love to see others' takes on this :3

I'm still writing in 2nd person, but you/mc is heavily based off of me!

(And if you still want a personalized one but don't want to write it, my commissions are open/hj)

Tw for one mention of suicidal ideation.

Imagine...

You don't quite have a clusterfuck of things going on in your head, but sometimes it can feel like it. Autism, Anxiety, depression, and ADD. Thankfully, you have access to medication, and they work well for you.

Although you can't keep the downward spiraling from the depression and anxiety away completely, it is far more manageable with your medication. You've found that when off them, you are far more prone to completely fall apart at even the slightest inconvenience. It feels like constant stormy waters, with stormclouds that only make the waves worse. But when on them, the storm disappears. Yes, the waves still get rocky and tip your boat from side to side, but you're emotionally stable enough to handle them.

Then the meds for your ADD. With them you have the razor sharp focus to not only take care of projects and work, but also to simply take care of yourself. When off of those, even simple tasks like taking out the trash can take hours, especially since you so easily forget steps, and will stop the chore in the middle, genuinely thinking it's complete.

But you have your meds, so you manage just fine.

Until you're sucked into Twisted Wonderland.

First of all, even if you had already taken the meds for anxiety/depression, there's not much they could do in the face of being transported and consequently trapped in a different dimension. But they do still help, and instead of bawling, you manage to keep a cool (enough) head and get yourself settled into Ramshackle.

But they don't last you long. They had built up in your system enough to last you a few days, but time and circumstances were not on your side.

Even though Grim is by no means an emotional support pet, and is by all means a little shit, he manages to push his pride aside when he can tell you really need it.

Especially the days where you wonder if death is what will bring you back home...

Grim will act as if he helps you for his own purposes, but he is genuinely there for you.

The others, however...

First of all, quite a few of them don't completely understand... you're extra sad and spacey, but you had some kind of magic to help with it back home, but you don't have them here, and without them you get... sad and spacey?

Riddle probably sees it as some pathetic excuse. It's not until after his overblot that his tune completely changes and he is giving you all the special treatment. Even if you mess up on purpose, even if it's something that really frustrates him, he'll justify it as you not knowing any better. Which is patronizing as hell.

Ace will use it to his advantage. Getting into trouble and having you take the brunt. And you play along with it, because, again, Riddle is treating you like an incompetent child, so you are all for raising Cain with Ace. What Ace really loves about this, though, is that it makes you more willing to hang out with him, and more likely to dislike Riddle.

I imagine Deuce has something going as well, though I don't quite know what, and neither does he. But he finds a kindred spirit in you. Study sessions with him are a MUST, and you share your different study and coping tactics, while he stares at your lovely face.

Trey relishes in caring for you. If you're having any kind of sudden increase in stress or sorrow, he is fucking there. He will scoop you up and take you to the kitchen and treat you with his home baked goodies right then and there. Same with your academics, if you need help with academics, it's to the kitchen for tutoring. And as bad as it is, he finds himself wishing you'd give in and lean on him completely.

Leona will also be there for you in depressive episodes. He sees how you always go to Grim when your upset, notices the little things that Grimm does that helps, and starts subtly using them whenever you're upset. Not even just if it's depression/anxiety related, if you're upset with him specifically he'll start purring in that low register that has your heart slowing. He'll rest his body on your chest as a weighted blanket. He'll let you pet him and comb through his hair. All until all you associate Leona with is safety and comfort–as you should from a mate.

Ruggie is SUCH a little meanie at first! Specifically regarding your ADD. Once he sees how much it genuinely upsets you, though, he'll back off. He does have a manipulative streak, though, and will use your anxiety against you. Any way he can get you to distrust others and seek him out is a good way.

Jack is one who does not fuckin understand at first, but once he does, he's supportive. He asks if there's anyway he can help and you offhandedly tell him about emotional support dogs, and he is locked on. He's embarrassed by it at first, of course, but he can tell how safe it makes you feel, and like Leona he is completely fucking for that. Though he won't just be emotional support, no, he'll be the guard dog chasing away anything that could possibly trigger you.

School is very difficult for you without your ADD meds. You can manage, but it is far more stressful and difficult than it needs to be. So, of course, you have those generously offering to help you–specifically Azul, who's more than willing to help... at a price, of course.

Floyd really likes when you daze off in class... When you're staring blankly, mind thinking about so many things except whatever the professor is droning on about. The way your eyes glaze over, the way you're so focused on whatever the fuck is going on in your head, the way your lips part ever so slightly... All your idle habits are endlessly entrancing to him. And, goes without saying, every single time you're especially depressed, he offers a good squeeze session.

Jade, the manipulative bastard, will purposely set you up for failure so that you feel like you need to go to him for help. Because lord knows Azul will make you pay for it, but not your good friend Jade. Plus, if you ever mention how hiking can help with mood, lord save your soul...

Jamil is such a DICK. He will be degrading you at every second, completely taking over whatever it is you try to do. Even if it has nothing to do with him. God, you remind him of Kalim, but at least you don't have the nerve to be so fucking happy all the time. A sick part of him likes when you're sad. You're less annoying when you're depressed, specifically, without little energy or motivation to do or be anything else. He'd happily take care of you then. He'll do whatever you need done. You'd probably do it wrong anyway.

Kalim feels so fucking seen and understood. He honestly felt like some kind of freak for so much of his life, but you... you're kinda like him! A lot sadder though. Your very existence brightens his life, so he's made it his mission to brighten yours. He also really can't stand it when you're with others. It's so obvious you two are meant for each other! He views your shared ADD symptoms as evidence of soulmateship.

Vil is another case of not fully understanding. You're making excuses. Until he takes it a bit too far, pushes even more than what you can handle, and you fully break down in front of him. You're so completely and utterly vulnerable in that moment. He doesn't know if it's a very dedicated manipulation tactic to get out of his nitpicking, but... he becomes a little more sympathetic with you. Vil recognizes that, for whatever reason, you do in fact seem to struggle more with certain things. And yet, despite that, you still try. You continue push yourself, even if what youre pushing towards is, by other people's standards, the norm/mediocrity/minimum. And in you he starts to see a bit of himself. Especially since, let's face it, with depression, anxiety, and add, it is very likely you relate more to Vil than you do Niege. He helps you, and in turn you help him, though you don't even realize it. Helping you be happier with yourself helps him be happy with himself. And he'll fucking slaughter anyone who takes you away from him.

Rook, like Vil, is easily able to recognize how much you not only struggle, but how much you try. And he finds that incredibly beautiful. Needless to say, he is often watching you. Everything you do is enchanting. He memorizes every. single. stim. and habit. Sometimes when you get frustrated, he just wants to scoop you up in his arms and shower you in kisses, but then you'd realize he broke into your room...

Epel will see how much you get pushed around, and takes it upon himself to defend you. He also sees a bit of himself in you. Sometimes he purposely waits around you, and at the first sign of trouble, he'll attack.

Sometimes you just get too fucking overstimulated and you need a break. And in those times, you've found Idia to be the best person to go to. You both started off pretty distant. You approached him, upset, and asked for a quiet place. You put in headphones and just laid down right there. The two of you just sat in silence, with headphones in, doing your own things, blocking out the world. And, oh, how Idia came to crave those moments. He began to depend on you for comfort, ans hoping that you would similarly come to depend on him. You're different from those other normies, you're the only one who gets him so please just stay with him! He will start to modify his room to be the perfect sensory room, the only place in the school you can go to fully regulate yourself. He starts going out with you, acting as if you're really helping him step out of his shell, when really he just wants to spend more time with you, and will continue to shy away from everyone else and hide behind you. This man desperately needs you to need him as desperately as he needs you.

You are so. Fucking. Cute. Malleus finds your every single quirk so fucking attractive. He doesnt like, however, seeing you so upset. So sad. And the kind of sad where he is helpless to help you. He also really doesn't like it when you're upset at yourself. Don't you realize you're perfect? And who cares if you're not good at any of the school stuff? Malleus doesn't. You don't need any of those skills anyway, with Malleus Draconia here to always take care of you.

if you want the rest of diasomnia or the secret character I subtly didn't include lmk

part two out now!!

[plumipal]

Promise ring [part one]

So herr is part one, the beginning of the end... seems like the infamous ramshackle prefect is promised to someone, but who..??

This is my first work with way less words, moreso me wanting to try to make something actual comic like, I atleast hope yall enjoy it!! And stay alert, I might drop hints on who it is :3