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when someone says i'm not a yearner but i literally made my childhood best friend in elden ring just so that it could feel like we were playing together again </3
can you imagine a pokemon trainer yuu? like i may not have magical powers but these creatures i call my friends sure do and they'll straight up electrocute you if you try something.
also grim is kinda like a pokemon lowkeyâŚthe firebreathing version of meowth </3
but like, imagine having a charizard or some other dragon type pokemon and the people in diasomnia are like ??? you can command a dragon to fight for you??
or with riddle's overblot, he can collar them all he wants but since their power is more innate/biological and not magic it has no effect
Recently, there'd been a string of mysterious happenings going on in the manor. Someone was breaking into other people's rooms and cutting their hair in the middle of the night while they slept.
Seemed trivial enough. Strange things were always happening at the mansion, and hair wasn't that important, right?.
Well, you were wrong.
Everything had been fine, at first. Nothing major happened. Nina had been the first victim. She woke up one morning and realized that someone had cut off about 1.5 inches of her hair. It wasn't that big of a deal, since she'd been meaning to get a trim anyway. Her only concern was that someone had been able to get into her room while she slept, so she invested in several new locks for her room and that was that. No one thought a whole lot about it.
That changed when all hell had broken loose after Jeff was seemingly paid a visit by the same mysterious hairdresser.
The perpetrator had shaved a stripe down the middle of the already pitiful remains of Jeff's hair. It looked like an airport runway. Safe to say he was not amused when he woke up, and with how quickly he'd made it everyone else's problemâno one else was amused either. What had been a mild curiosity soon turned into a full blown investigation. Fingers were being pointed at random, proxies blaming other proxies with no actual basis for their accusations. Just another lovely week in the mansion.
The first suspect had been Ben.
He was known for his pranks and playing tricks on others after all. Even you had been a bit suspicious of him at first. It wasn't like it was a crazy concept. However, any suspicions were dispelled when he too fell victim to the unknown hairdresser. Not only had his hair been cut shorterâit actually looked like a good cut, unlike Jeff'sâbut several of the cords to his PC had been cut. The screech that ensued the following morning at 6 a.m. was nothing short of bone-chilling. You're pretty sure you if you tried hard enough you could still hear it echoing throughout the halls.
Thus, the investigation began anew.
The proxies had had enough. Between Jeff 's aggressive complaining and Ben's almost-mental-breakdown things had gone too far, and most of the other proxies were close to blowing a gasket. Now they were out for blood.
Interrogations were held in the dining room, Jeff standing in the corner menacingly while Ben set up security cameras in every hallway. It would have been comical, how serious everyone was taking this, except now it felt like you were walking in a field of landmines. One wrong step and you were done for.
At least your interrogation had gone smoothly. The worst part had been trying to keep a straight face while avoiding looking at Jeff's unfortunate haircut. In the end, you were deemed innocent and allowed to live freely. For now.
***
You'd retreated to your room, escaping the chaos going on downstairs. Bundled up under the covers of your bed, you were contemplating life and its mysteries while waiting for sleep to take you.
Knock, knock. The sound of someone knocking at your bedroom door drew your attention.
"Who is it?" You called out, not wanting to get up from your bed. It was warm and comfy, okay? Plus it was 11:38 p.m.
"It's me, love. Can I come in?" Liu's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Oh, sure!"
Liu stepped into the room at the sound of your assent, shutting the door softly behind him.
"You know you don't have to ask to come in, right?" You asked somewhat teasingly. While you appreciated your boyfriend's good manners, you didn't care if he came in without asking first.
"I know." He crossed the room and collapsed onto your bed, burying his face in your blankets.
"Did you get interrogated yet?"
"Yeah."
"How'd it go?"
He sighed dramatically. "About as good as it can be, when you have multiple killers staring daggers into you."
"Poor baby," you laughed, patting his head and running your fingers through his hair. He looked like a wet piece of paper, limp and sad. "At least it's over now, yeah? C'mere."
You pushed your computer off to the side, so that Liu could drape himself over you comfortably. He laid on top of you, face buried into your shoulder. It was quite comfortable, having him like that. It was akin to having a warm, weighted blanket covering you.
The two of you laid like that for a whileâhim resting on top of you, and you playing with his hair absentmindedly. It was quiet, peaceful. Exactly what the two of you needed after the dramatics of everyone else in the household.
"Who do you think it is?" You spoke suddenly, voice cutting through the silence.
"Hm? The mysterious stylist?"
"Yeah."
He huffed, warm breath blowing against your neck. "I would say it's Ben, but he's been ruled outâŚMaybe LJ? He likes playing tricks sometimes."
"That's trueâŚ" you hummed in contemplation. "He doesn't really strike me as the type to cut people's hair though. He's more into the jump scare thing."
"Who do you think it is then?"
"HonestlyâŚit could be Nina."
"What?" Liu lifted his head up, seemingly surprised. "You think it's Nina?"
"Well, not really, but I know she got really annoyed with Jeff and Ben a couple weeks ago for one of their stunts. And I keep thinking through everyone else, and I don't think anyone would stoop thatâŚlow? I dunno, Jane hates Jeff but she wouldn't cut his hairâshe'd probably just try and slit his throat. Everyone else is kinda the same or just minds their own business."
"That's fair. But that would mean she cut her own hair and pretended it was some rando."
"I mean, what's the best way to get away with something? Make yourself look like one of the victims, then no one will suspect you."
"True, true," he said thoughtfully. "You know who else it could be? Jason. Maybe he's stealing people's hair to make voodoo dolls or something."
"Ooh, maybe. That would be really creepy too." The thought intrigued you. Jason was definitely odd, and it wasn't completely far-fetched to think he might pull something like that. "Do you think voodoo doll you would love voodoo doll me?"
He blinked. "Baby, I don't think dolls canâ"
"Shush, just answer: yes or no."
"Yes. I think voodoo doll me would be head over heels for voodoo doll you."
You giggled. "I knew it! You have a crush on me."
"We're literally datingâ"
***
4:06 a.m.
You blinked, vision hazy as the red numbers glared up at you from the nightstand. Liu and you had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, cuddled together in your blankets. Only something had woken you up, and Liu wasâŚgone? Where'd he go?
A shuffling sound across the room caught your attention, and you looked up just in time to see a shadow move out in the hallway. Why the hell was your door open? Your hands flew to your head, panic momentarily flashing through you. Okay, everything still felt normal, that was good at least.
That didn't explain the movement out in the hallway. Or Liu's absence.
Slowly, you slid out from under the covers, feet hitting the carpeted floor. Moving blindly through the room, you pulled on a pair of shoes and a jacket before exiting into the hallway. It was quiet. The moonlight filtered in through the windows, bathing patches of the floor in a silvery glow.
There was flicker at the end of the hallway.
Your gaze zeroed in on it, eyes fixed on the corner where it disappeared. Making a decision, you silently crept forward and around the bend, just to catch another glimpse of movement going through one of the doors. This time, you got a better look. It was definitely a person, not one of the more entity-like proxies living in the mansion. Something about the figure had seemed pretty familiar, though it was hard to tell in the dark.
Was that Jane's room?
Cautiously, you made your way over and peered into the room through the cracked door. There was no way Jane was going around cutting people's hair. Absolutely not. As you looked inside, you saw the tall figure again, finally still. They were standing at the edge of the bed, facing away from the door, and looking down at the sleeping woman inside. Something shiny and silver glinted in their right hand.
No. Way.
"Liu?" You whisper-shouted, pushing all the way into the room. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The figure stiffened, standing up straighter before turning to face you. "Not Liu. Also, you shouldn't be here."
Ah. That sort of explained it.
"That's rich, coming from you Sully. You shouldn't be in here either," you replied accusingly. "What are you even doing in here?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Go back to bed." His voice was quiet, almost monotone. Too calm for whatever this bizarre situation was.
"Go back toâabsolutely not! You're telling me that you are the one who's been behind all of this? You're telling me that my oh-so-loving-boyfriend has been creeping around during the witching hours like some kind of weirdo?!"
A small snort escaped him at your words. "'Loving' is a strong word, pretty. That's more fitting for Liu."
"Hush," you dismissed his dry response. "Why are you doing this?" You couldn't deny that you were curious. After all, since when does boyfriend #2 Sully go around cutting people's hair? What could he possibly be getting out of it?
"Like I said, don't worry about it. Just go back to bed and I'll join you later."
"I am not going to bed!"
"It's not any of your businessâ"
"Why are the two of you in my room."
Both of you froze, turning slowly to face the bed. Jane was sitting up, no longer asleep, and most definitely not amused.
"UhâŚnothing..? We were just leaving! Isn't that right, Sully?" You tried not to look too guilty, but alas. There's not much you could do to save face in this situation.
"Right."
"âŚIf the two of you don't get out right now, I'm telling Ben who the perpetrator is."
"Sorry! We're leaving!"
You grabbed Sully's sleeve and practically dragged him out of the room, kicking the door shut behind you. This couldn't possibly be real. Maybe if you pinched yourself you'd wake up and find out it was all just one weird dream.
"This is all your fault, by the way." Sully's voice rang out in the empty hallway. He didn't seem at all bothered by what had just happened.
You whirled to face him, offended at the audacity of his statement. "My faultâ!"
"Yes."
It was a long night.
At least now you knew the secret identity of the mansion's midnight barber </3.
a/n: probs ooc but oh well. it's fun to write random bs sometimes
was listening to the song by Weezer and it lwk reminds me of toby for some reason, so here we are
"Baby, please? Can we talk?" Toby stood outside your door, pleading with you to let him in. He'd been out there for the past twenty minutes and wouldn't leave, no matter how many times you told him to. You'd even had to pause the show you were watching because of his antics.
"Go away, Rogers," you called from your bed, resolute in your decision to keep him out of your room.
Ouch. Using his last name? That was cold. "Please, I didn't- didn't mean it." A dull thump interrupted his speech as he spasmed, hitting himself in the shoulder and causing him to stutter slightly. Normally, you would check up on him when he got that particular tic.
Not this time though.
You didn't budge. "Just go away. You know what you did." At this point you just wanted to go back to watching your show. It was his own fault he was out there, anyway.
Toby didn't give up though, seemingly determined to get you to give in. "Babyâstop itâI promise I didn't mean it. You know I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Can you pleaseâ please give me another chance?"
You scoffed, "Oh, so you're gonna play it that way? Why don't you just be honest and tell me what it is she has that I don't? I thought I was supposed to be your favorite."
"You are! You're always my favorite, angel," he insisted, desperate for you to believe him.
"Liar. That's not what you said last night."
"I was drunk! I wasn't thinkâ thinking straight. She's nothing compared to you, I swear." His head jerked as he spoke, neck cracking loudly in the otherwise silent hallway.
"Sure, Rogers. Just go away."
"You're not being fair."
"I'm being completely fair," you rebutted.
"Go back to your favorite if you care that much."
He went silent.
A few moments passed and still no answer came. You raised a brow, studying the wooden door. Did he actually leave? It would be surprising if he had. As the silence continued, you shrugged, moving to unpause your show.
Then something banged against your door. Hard. The sound nearly echoed.
"âŚToby?" You asked cautiously.
He didn't reply. Weird. Toby always answered when it was him. Was it someone else outside your door then? Slowly, you got up, pushing your blankets aside. Making your way over to the door, you cracked it open carefully.
Though that didn't really matter. The door was flung open the second it opened, and Toby came falling through, latching himself onto you.
"Mmph, Toby!" You stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden weight.
Toby nuzzled into your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you. "Finally using my real name, Angel?"
You huffed in supposed annoyance, but you didn't pull away. "âŚShut it."
After a while you spoke up again. "What even was that?"
"Was what?"
"That banging sound."
"Oh. Hit the door withâstop itâmy elbow." Toby didn't seem at all concerned by that fact, too busy with practically smothering you. He began walking you backward until the two of you collapsed on top of your bed.
He lay on top of you, unmoving. Even when you tried squirming out from under him, he just squeezed you tighter, preventing you from moving.
"You're heavy and you suck," you complained.
"I love you too." He didn't verbally acknowledge what you said, but he shifted so that less of his weight was pressing you into the mattress. "Forgive me?"
You sighed, giving up. "FineâŚbut Toby?"
"Hm?" He looked up at you, chin resting on your chest.
"If you say your hatchet is prettier than me again, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."
He grinned, smiling with that stupid boyish charm. "Roger that."
"God, you're so dumb."
You laughed anyway.
a/n: I also just wanna say that I don't have tourette's, nor do I know anyone who does, so it's possible it's not entirely accurate. I did look up several articles about itâas well as looking up what people who have it have said online about their experiencesâto try to make it as realistic as possible, but intent and execution aren't always the same thing. So if there's anything wrong with it, please let me know đ I don't wanna accidentally misrepresent or offend </3
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You dashed through the crumbling building, narrowly avoiding a flying blade that whizzed past your ear. Damn beastmen. It's not like you wanted to fight them. You'd be perfectly content to just ignore them and continue on your way. But no. They just had to be aggressive. In the beginning it was fineâyou felled the first few beastmen you happened upon and that was that. Or so you thought. Now there was a whole horde of them that seemingly spawned in from nowhere, and you simply didn't have the ability to fight all of them at once.
Jumping down, you sprinted across the floating pieces of broken building that formed a makeshift bridge to the building across from you. Hearing the telltale crackle of electricity, you ducked. Another blade flew over your head. They just don't know when to let up.
You finally made it to the other side, breathing hard, but you didn't slow even for a second. You burst through the archway and passed even more beastmen. If that was even possible. Where did they even keep coming from? You didn't have enough time to ponder the thought, too busy trying to evade the various flying weapons and grasping claws that were coming at you. Seeing that the way ahead was clear, you dashed out into what looked like a crumbling courtyard.
An armored figure was standing all the way at the end, gazing off into the distance. He turned as he heard the commotion behind him, startling as you whirred past him. His head whipped to look at you for a split second before being forced to look back at the advancing enemies. Better to deal with the immediate threat, not the one currently running away.
Meanwhile, you had ducked behind one of the fallen pillars, using it as cover from the onslaught and a temporary reprieve. You could hear the sounds of fighting. The clang of metal against metal rang out, followed by a roar of flames, the cries of the beastmen, and the stench of burning hair. You coughedânot exactly a pleasant smell. That mad dash plus the smoke and unpleasant smell weren't doing you any favors. At least now your body was calming down somewhat. The adrenaline was still running high, but your heart no longer felt like it was about to beat out of your chest and your breathing was under control again.
The sound of fighting continued on for a few more minutes. There was a sharp cry followed by a squelch and the sound of a body hitting the stone floor. After that it was silent. You peeked out from behind the pillar, surveying the carnage. Bodies lay strewn about, some burnt and others bleeding. All dead. In the middle of it all stood the armored figureâa crucible knight. Blood dripped from his golden greatsword, staining the ground below. Slowly, his head turned to where you were hiding. You quickly ducked back, trying to avoid his gaze.
Too late.
The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed in the tense silence. He was getting closer. You ran through your options in your head. You could fight him, you supposed, but you really didn't want to. Crucible knights were powerful adversaries, and this one had just proven his worth on the battlefield. Another option was running away again, but it would be difficult to get around him to the exit. Third optionâŚprobably wouldn't work. Talking didn't usually do much in the Lands Between. But maybeâŚ
You were pulled from your thoughts as his footsteps drew nearer, now exceedingly close to where you were hiding. You sighed. Might as well just bite the bullet.
Stepping out from behind the fallen stone, you stood before him, hands raised placatingly. You still maintained a healthy distance, of course.
"I do not wish to fight."
The knight paused, halting his advance. He studied you in silence. There didn't seem to be any weapons immediately on you, nor did you look like you were about to attack. That didn't always mean much though.
After finishing his mute appraisal, he finally spoke, voice low and steady. "âŚWhat manner of business dost thou have here?" It was extremely odd for someone else to be here, much less a human. The only other life he's encountered in this place have been monsters of some kind.
"I am searching for a friend." You were surprised he was actually listening. Most of the time, those you encountered tended to swing first without thought.
"Friend?" Though you couldn't see his face under his helm, you could tell he was curious. Who had friends up here of all places?
"Yes. His name is Alexander."
"I know not of one who goes by that name." The knight remained guarded, suspicious of you and your motives.
"That is not surprising. He came up here very recently, and I have been searching for him in this hellscape."
He was surprised by your admission. "Thou camest here of thine own volition?"
"Indeed. Did you not?" You were curious. The crucible knights were ancient warriors, and many were scattered about the Lands Betweenâthough you hadn't been expecting to run into one up here.
He snorted. "No sane man would come to this accursed place of their own free will. I was trapped here long ago. These abhorrent ruins have been a hellish gaol all my own." He seemed to relax as the conversation went on, lowering his sword to the ground.
"I see." Your head tilted as you studied him. It was honestly kind of sad. Even just being up here for a short amount of time was driving you insane with all of the beasts lurking about. You couldn't imagine living up here for yearsâmuch less the decades or centuries he'd probably been here for. "Have you not found a way out, then?"
"Art thou daft? We stand on a floating island in the heavens. What way down could there possibly be?" You could practically feel the judgment radiating off of him.
"I could bring you down." The words were out before you had a chance to truly consider what you'd offered.
He paused, surprised. "âŚWhat?"
You cleared your throat awkwardly. "I said, I can bring you back down. To the rest of the Lands Between. You don't have to be stuck up here."
"How?" He couldn't quite believe what you were saying.
"With the guidance of grace. Where it manifests, I can travel." That was how you'd been going back and forth between the ruins of Farum Azula and the lands below.
"Thou art capable of perceiving the guidance of grace?" Now he was really taken aback. Almost everyone had lost the ability to see grace's guidance. The only thing that remained were the occasional sites of grace that lingered, providing a place of respite from the harsh lands.
"Yes, and I can use the remaining sites of grace to travel between locations."
"I seeâŚ" The knight gazed at you, seeing you in a different light at this revelation. For once, he could feel something hopeful start to take root in his chest. He'd long since give up on ever being able to go home, but here was an opportunity to finally go back. It sounded too good to be true. "WouldstâŚwouldst thou take me with you, then? Back to the ground." He awaited your answer awkwardly. He wasn't used to making requests of people. Hell, he hadn't even seen another person in centuries.
"If that is what you wish," you agreed.
He nodded, "Thou hast my thanks. Thy kindness will not be forgotten."
"Don't worry about it." You mulled over your next course of action, thinking through what to do. "Alright, first we need to locate a site of grace. I believe there's one not too far from here. Once we get there, we can travel down to the Lands Between."
You set off, setting a brisk pace. It was best not to linger in one spot too long. The knight fell into step beside you, following your lead. The two of you walked in silence for a while, the only sound being that of his armored footsteps treading against the stone.
"What's your name?" You asked suddenly.
The knight glanced down at you before answering, "I am called Octavius."
"OctaviusâŚ" You tested the name out, feeling its weight on your lips. It was weirdlyâŚnormal. "It's a good name."
He hummed in acknowledgement of your words, and you went back to being quiet for a few moments before speaking again. "You know, Octavius, the way you talk is funny."
He bristled indignantly, "My manner of tongue is not strange."
"It is."
"'Tis not."
"It most certainly is."
He huffed, "Thou art insufferable." And though you couldn't see it beneath his helm, a subtle smile tugged at his lips.
Just something I started a few months ago and finally got around to finishing. There's a bit of swearing at the end, so fair warning if that bothers youâit's not too bad though. Oh, there's also a demon-like entity, idk. Reader isn't stated to be Yuu.
Essentially: Deuce severely misinterprets the advice Professor Trein gives him.
Stressed. If there was one word to describe Deuce Spade right now, it was stressed. School had been picking up recently in preparation for the upcomings exams and projects that would be given out to students in their classes, and while he normally took those challenges head onâŚhe was struggling. One of the upcoming assignments in Professor Trein's class was going to be a five page essay. Okay, so it's a pain in the ass, no biggie. Plenty of essays had been given out over the course of the year alreadyâŚexcept there was a catch to this one. It had to be at least five pages long and completed within one week, and no one knew what the prompt for the essay was until the week it was assigned. So no prep time compared to the normal essays that were assigned. This didn't bode well for Deuce at all. Hence, why he was here, fiddling with his sleeve as he waited outside of Trein's classroom to meet with him.
He was going to need all the help he could get.
After a few more agonizing minutes the door swung open, a faint meow coming from inside. "You may enter, Spade."Â
Deuce took a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and went in. Trein was seated at his desk when Deuce entered, piles of paper organized neatly on the side. Lucius, Trein's constant companion, was lying in the cushioned window sill and soaking up the afternoon sun. "Take a seat," Trein gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk.
The room itself was rather cozy, shelves stuffed full of books lined the walls along with various maps of different countries in different eras. A few potted plants were scattered about as well, adding bits of color to the area. The atmosphere helped Deuce feel a bit more at ease as he took a seat across from his professor.
"So, you wished to speak about the upcoming essay, correct?"
"Erâyes, sir," Deuce started. "I don't think I'll be able to do it."
Trein raised a brow, "And why's that?"
Deuce twisted his sleeve with his fingers. "I, uh, don't think I'll be able to write an essay that long within a week without more prep time before, sir."
"I see. What aspect of the time constraint makes it more challenging for you? Is it coming up with information or the writing?"
"The writing. I can usually think of things easily enough, but I have a harder time thinking of how to organize it in writing."
Trein hummed thoughtfully, not saying anything.
"Uh, would it be possible for me to get an extension on the essay?"
"Absolutely not," his professor said decisively. "You're a hardworker, and I have the utmost faith that you have the capabilities to do the assignment like everyone else."
And just like that all of Deuce's hopes were shattered and tossed out the window. There's no way he's surviving this year.
"However, have you considered practicing with a ghostwriter?"
That snapped him out of it. "A ghostwriter?" He inquired curiously. He'd never heard that term before.
"Yes, I think it may be helpful for you in your endeavors. A ghostwriter will take your ideas and write them down for you. Perhaps that will give you more insight on possible ways to organize your thoughts."
"OkayâŚ" that might work, actually. "But what would I have them write about?" He didn't have any other essays to do at the moment or any other kind of writing assignments.
"Here, I will create a list of practice prompts for you to try." Trein grabbed a spare sheet of paper and began writing. The soft scratching of his fountain pen filled the momentary silence between the two. "There, that should be a sufficient amount for you to experiment with. Do bear in mind that these prompts are not related to what the actual essay will be on." He slid the paper over to Deuce as he spoke.
"Thank you, sir. I'll give it a try."
"Good, if further concerns arise you are free to stop in and discuss them with me."
"Alright, thank you for your time."
***Â
The next few days you barely saw Deuce. Even Ace was getting a bit concerned, though he didn't show it. After a while, you decided enough was enough and went to go find wherever it was he'd been disappearing off to. You checked the botanical gardensâmaybe he was studying for alchemy?âand nothing (just a grumpy lion). The courtyards? Empty. You didn't find him in the gym either, which was a bit odd since that's usually where he was if he wasn't at his dorm or in class. Finally, you decided to check the library. Pushing the heavy doors open, you strode inside, looking around for friend. It wasn't long until you spotted him in one of the aisles and you made your way over. He didn't seem to notice your presence, too engrossed in his search. "Deuce?"
Deuce jumped at the sound of his name, startled. He had been focused on browsing through one of the shelves, scanning the various titles. "Oh, hi MC. What brings you here?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a bit embarassed at his reaction.
"Ace and I haven't really seen you the past few days, so I thought I'd come check up on you. What've you been up to?"Â
"Um, I'm looking for a book to help me with something."
Now you were curious. "What book?" Deuce usually studied pretty hardâor at least tried toâbut he wasn't usually in the library this much.
"I honestly don't know. I'm looking for something on ghosts and spirits, specifically how to summon or talk to them. It's to help with an assignment."
"Oh, like that one there?" You pointed somewhere over his shoulder, towards a book titled Friends on the Other Side: Guide to Speaking with and Summoning Spirits in thin, gold letters.
"âŚI don't know how I missed that." He could've sworn he'd looked over that shelf earlier. Plucking the book from its place, he flipped it open and scanned the pages. Perfect. "This is exactly what I was looking for. It's a good thing you showed up and pointed it out. I might not have found it otherwise." He closed the book and looked back up at you, smiling.
"Ah, it's fine. I'm sure you would've found it at some point." You said, pleased that you could help.
"No really, I appreciate it. I've been looking for it for a long time." He shifted, growing antsy. It had taken a long time to find the book and he really wanted to get his work done. "Uhm, I have to go now. I don't mean to ditch you, but I really need to start working on this." He grabbed his things as he was talking, shoving various books and papers into his bag.
"Oh, okay. That's fine, I'm sure we canâ"
"See you later, MC!" And he was gone before you could even finish your sentenceâŚoh well. You shrugged it off, you'd just have to see him later since he was busy right now.
***Â
Afternoon soon shifted into evening and a weird atmosphere had settled over the school. At least, that's how it felt. Most people kept going around as normal, but something felt off to you. Even Leona had seemed a bit on edge when you saw him at dinner, though there didn't seem to be any apparent reason. Even Ace and Grim had been rather subdued, their usual bickering more half-hearted than it typically was.Â
Deuce hadn't shown up to dinner either, probably too busy with his assignment, so you went over to his dorm in Heartslabyul to bring him some food. Can't think on an empty stomach. So people said anyways.Â
You came to a stop outside his door, knocking on the hard wood. "Hey Deuce, I brought you food." You waited a few momentsânothing. That was a bit odd. You knocked again, "Deuce?" Still nothing. Okay, normally he at least answers you. Is he really that engrossed in his work? After a few more moments of silence, you spoke again. "I'm gonna give you three seconds and if you don't answer I'm gonna come in." Silence. "ThreeâŚtwoâŚoneâŚalright." You twisted the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside the dimly lit room.
"âŚDeuce, what the fuck?"
Your friend started at the sound of his name falling from your lips. He was sitting on the floor in his room, surrounded by flickering candlesâŚin the middle of a circle with various strange symbols drawn in. A soft scratching filled the room, and you watched as a floating piece of chalk wrote on a blackboard on the other side of the room, across from where Deuce was sitting. It radiated a menacing aura. Seems you found what was affecting the atmosphere of the school. It already had a pretty decent chunk of text written out.
"UhâŚhi?" He tried awkwardly.
You kept your gaze locked onto the piece of chalk, you were not a fan of whatever was over there. "âŚWhat the hell did you do?"Â
"I'm using a ghostwriter." He answered, seemingly proud of himself.
"AâŚwhat?" You weren't sure if you heard correctly.
"A ghostwriter. Professor Trein said it might be helpful because they'll be able to write down my ideas and it can help me organize my own thoughts."
You looked over at him in disbelief. "Deuce, I love you, but that is absolutely not what a ghostwriter is. Did you legit summon an evil spirit to write out an essay?"
"Erâno..?" He tried hopefully.
All of a sudden a screeching sound emanated from the chalk and a fierce wind whipped through the room, blowing out the candles and sending objects clattering to the floor. A shadow flickered where the white stick hovered, revealing a grotesque form. It was humanoid, in shape but unnaturally so. Thin and tall, it towered over the two of you, nearly hitting the ceiling. A low, rasping sound rattled from within its emaciated chest and black liquid dripped onto the floor from the gaping hole where its mouth should be.
"Oh, fuck no." You grabbed Deuce by the collar and dragged him along the floor as you booked it out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You didn't slow when you made it out, instead dragging him all throughout Heartslabyul as you made your escape.Â
Down the staircase, through the kitchens, across the recreational roomâoh look, it's Aceâand through the long twisty hallway until you made it outside, now dragging Ace as well. Only once you were far, far away from Heartslabyul did you let go of them.
"Man, what the hell was that all about?" Ace whined, rubbing at his neck where his collar had dug into his throat.Â
"AskâŚDeuce..." You were trying to catch your breath after sprinting while dragging those two.
Deuce wasn't really in any better shape, gasping for air as he was finally able to breathe properly. "I didn'tâknowâŚ"
"Juice? What did you do now? Blow up the kitchens? Stomp on Riddle's favorite hedgehog? Accidentally throw away Trey's toothbrush?"
Deuce tried to answer but was too short of breath to properly formulate words. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "He summoned a demon."
"âŚWhat?" Ace's eyes widened. That was definitely not what he'd been expecting to hear.
"I didn't know!" Deuce cried anguishedly. "I just needed a ghostwriter to help meâŚ"
You pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "Deuce. A ghostwriter is a person who writes for you. Not a literal ghost. And even if it was an actual ghost, there's some at Ramshackle. There's literally no need to summon a demon to write for you." You honestly couldn't believe this is what he needed that book for. You'd thought it was for some research paper or something.
"OhâŚoops?"
A fresh batch of screams echoed through the night, coming from Heartslabyul. Seems like the others had the pleasure of meeting the demon. You sighed heavily. This was gonna be a long night.
It was a calm night. The moon floated in the sky above, bathing the grassy fields in various shades of gray and blue. For once, the world seemed to be completely at peace. No raucous shouts from folk in the villages, no excessive barking or whinnying of horses, everything was silent. Only the faint whispers of the wind blowing through the grass was audible as you waited. Any moment nowâŚ
Green fireflies sparked into existence, the first indicator of your beloved's presence as Malleus materialized next to you, a soft smile etched upon his lips.
"Hello, Darling," he greeted, gently taking your hand in his and tugging you into his chest.
You giggled, melting into his warm embrace and sighing contentedly. "Darling? Now where did you get that from?" It was certainly different from the usual "Beloved" or "Child of Man" that he usually liked to call you.
He hummed quietly, nuzzling his head against your own. "I read it in a book." One of his hands drifted down and rested lightly against your waist, while the other remained intertwined with yours, holding you close.
"Oh, you did, did you?" You teased, amusement sparking in your eyes.
"Yes, the one you gave me when you last visited, with Mr. Darcy and the lady, Elizabeth Bennet. The word made me think of the stars, which in turn reminded me of you." He took a step back, starting a slow waltz between the two of you as he carefully guided you along with his movements.Â
"Well, I fear the stars and I aren't really comparable." The ground began to fall away with each step as you danced with him. Those little blinking lights that always seemed to surround your lover encompassed the two of you in swirling eddies, engaging in a dance of their own.
"Of course not," he agreed, gracefully twirling you around. "You are far more beautiful."
a/n: will forever be envious of people who can draw/animate đ I fear my words aren't capable of matching the scenes I have in my head đ
Just how a few of them might react to a reader (implied Yuu) who doesn't try in school but is actually really smart. going off of how I'm sick of school and probably wouldn't try hard if I was transported into Twist (like I did NOT bust my ass for years just to restart at a school in a different world ಠ_ಠ) I'd rather just go out and have fun like others do for once
Riddle Rosehearts:
Bro is NOT a fan
Would try to get you to study and take your academics seriously
Even invites you to the Heartslabyul study group sessions he sometimes forces coordinates for Ace and Deuce
Honestly the longer it goes on the more stressed out he gets. How do you not care about your academics? At all?? You migh event be worse than Ace
Is kind of shocked when you get 100% on a test that the Adeuce duo completely failed. Basically none of the freshmen got 100, but you did?
Got him wondering if you made a deal with AzulâŚ
Once he realizes that you're actually capable of doing really well academically and it wasn't a fluke he might get even more annoyed
It's one thing to fail because you genuinely don't understand the content, but no. you 𫵠just don't care to do well!
When you explain to him why you don't care he'll be more understanding, he knows what it's like to constantly have to perform at your best and it can get exhausting
Doesn't blame you for wanting a break, but still thinks you should put more effort in. in the chance that crowley doesn't find a way for you to get home, it'd be better if you set yourself up for success, not failure
Might go a bit easier on you afterwards, but still tries to get you to study. especially since he knows you can do well if you try
Ace Trappola:
Ah, a kindred spirit! âŚwhat do you mean you completely flunked the last test? even Juice Deuce did better than you and that's saying something
Snickers when he sees that you've been dragged along to the study sessions by Riddle but quickly shuts up after Riddle gives him a look
Lowkey uses you to make his own score seem better. No, Riddle, he didn't get the worst score, he got a 68, while you got a 47.
Makes fun of you relentlessly; there's no end to his teasing
Does genuinely offer to help you though after you somehow got 2/40 on a test you only got those for writing your name and the date
Is gobsmacked when you get 100% on a test after being forced to study with them prior to taking it
Full on interrogates you like you committed some sort of crime. How did you get a high score? What did you use to cheat? âŚYou didn't cheat?Â
Soon realizes that you're actually really smart, you just don't try.Â
Proceeds to use you as a study tool if he actually feels like studying for once
Doesn't really care why you don't try, but probably asks at some point in passing
Is pretty understanding of your reasoning when you give it to him, hey, who was he to judge? He wasn't Mr. Perfect Student either
Also understands that this isn't your world and you're supposed to go home at some point, so it probably doesn't matter that much cue him getting all depressed thinking about how you're to leave at some point
Overall, keeps treating you pretty much the same. and if it seems like he's putting more effort into hanging out with you/causing mischief to make your experience in Twist more enjoyable, no you didn't <3
Deuce Spade:
You betrayed him đ
He really thought he finally found someone who failed just as much as he did âšď¸
Wouldn't realize that you're secretly good at school and genuinely tries so hard to help you and himself at the same time
He just really doesn't want his buddy to fail
Works really hard during the study sessions with Riddle and Ace, sometimes randomly quizzing you on information that'll be on the upcoming test
Is sometimes a bit surprised that you always know the answer when he randomly quizzes you, but chalks it up to you having started studying more
Finds out you're actually really good at school and then feels dumb for not seeing it before
Poor guy is really starting to question his judgement here
Asks why you didn't tell him you were smart and why you let him try to help you when you probably knew more than him the whole time
Listens intently to what you say, and understands where you're coming from. you were an honors student back home? that takes a lot of work, so he gets why maybe you'd want to just experience having fun at school for once
Asks you to help him with studying or if you have any study methods that might be helpful
Malleus Draconia:
Bro probably didn't even know you were failing your classes, honestly
I feel like he always knew you were intelligent, but most likely found out you had bad grades after Sebek used you as justification for not having the worst grade on a test to Lilia (Lilia didn't actually think he got the worst score, it was like an 86)
Calmly asks if you need assistance with your studies on one of your night walks together
If you say yes he gets very happy. he'll be able to spend more time with his friend doing things other people do :)
If not, he's fine with it
Doesn't really see it as a problem, though he does think you could do better
He's another non-judgemental person when you tell him why you don't want to spend time studying at NRC (pretty sure he's there to learn more about other people, not because of the actual curriculum)
Is reminded of your otherworldly status and gets a bit moody thinking about you returning but then remembers that Crowley probably isn't actually gonna do anything to help you and gets over it
Unlike Riddle, he's not terribly worried about what would happen if you did actually get stuck in Twist. He's rich after all, and you're a dear friend, surely he could at least ensure you have a comfortable life should things not go your way
Is happy that you get to spend more time with him since you're not slaving away at a desk all the time (he probably doesn't study much either, he's already had a top-tier education) but he'd be more than happy to help you out should you request it
I haven't written anything in a while and was inspired by how fed up I am with school this year (totally not procrastinating the never-ending list of assignments I still have to do)
"What?!" Sebek's voice rang out in indignation. "You cheated!"
Silver sighed. "No, I didn't. Look, your king has nowhere to go. I win."
"This can't be right. I demand a rematch! Immediately!" He prompted, unable to accept the fact that he lost fair and square.
"âŚThis is already our third match today, I think we should have a rematch tomorrow." Silver couldn't go through with another game of chess today. He'd already fallen asleep numerous times during the other ones. In fact, during the last one he was actually beginning to debate losing on purpose, just so that it would end. The only reason he didn't was because of his competitive streak.
Sebek's frown deepened. "Hmph, it's just because you'd lose anyways."Â
Silver opened his mouth to speak, "You've already lost three times in a row, loser-boy. You really wanna make it a fourthâ?" A voice emanated from where he was sittting across from Sebek before being cut off abruptly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THATâ"
"That your chess playing is just as lousy as your swordsmanship?" The snarky voice cut him off again.
"SILVER. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY SKILLS? I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL, HERE AND NOW, THEN WE'LL SEE JUST WHOSE SKILLS ARE 'LOUSY'!" Sebek's voice thundered through the quiet common room. Thank the sevens it was empty.
Silver tried speaking again, "Sebek, that wasn'tâ"
"DRAW YOUR SWORD AND FACE ME!"
Silver sighed again. He really didn't want to do this right now, but it didn't seem like he was going to get a word in otherwise. "Fine." He got to his feet, drawing his sword and facing Sebek, the game of chess laying forgotten on the table next to them. The air crackled with tension as the two began circling each other around the small table, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Well are you two sissies gonna start any time today?"
Sebek froze. "WHO'S THERE?" The room was still empty as far as he could see, Silver was the only other person aside from him.
"'Who's there?'" the voice mocked, "Your brain must be as small as your voice is loud."
Silver didn't think he'd ever seen Sebek look so offended since that one time a first-year had said Malleus was intimidating. "EXCUSE ME?! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M ONE OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE MOST DISTINGUISHED LORDâ"
"You're excused." The voice stated plainly.
"Alright," Silver spoke, trying to keep things from escalating. "That's enough. Both of you settle down."
"SETTLE DOWN? AFTER THE INSULTS AND LIES THIS MISCREANT HAS BEEN SPOUTING?"
"Sebek," Silver said pointedly. "Calm yourself. There isn't anyone else here. The one who's been speaking is my sword."
Sebek paused, processing the information "âŚWhat?"
"My sword," Silver continued. "I believe it was hit by a spell sometime during class yesterday. I brought it to Professor Trein and he said the effects should wear off in a week. It's the one who's been insulting you."
"'It'? I have a name, you know," the voice came again, sounding somewhat miffed. "And I prefer the term 'telling the truth', it's his own fault if it's insulting."
"Why you littleâ"
"Leave it, Sebek."
For a moment, it looked like Sebek was going to comply with Silver's wordsâŚuntil he opened his mouth again. "Well, if your sword has indeed been enchanted then it must be thrown away at once!"
"What?" Silver asked, surprised.
"A FOLLOWER OF THE NOBLE AND MAGNANIMOUS MALLEUS DRACONIA SHOULD NOT TARNISH HIS IMAGE BY CARRYING AROUND SUCH AN ISOLENT ARMAMENT!"
"I can't just throw it away, it was a gift from Fatherâ"
"I DEMAND THAT YOU RELINQUISH YOUR WEAPON AT ONCE, SILVER!" Sebek stated, advancing towards his fellow guardsman.
Silver slowly backed away, nearly tripping on a book someone left lying on the floor. "No. I will not hand over my sword to you."
"You really think you can come get me?" The sword taunted. "You're much too slow!"
That did it. With a cry, Sebek lunged forward, attempting to snag the sword out of Silver's grip only to be met with air as Silver darted out of the way. The two began running all around the room, knocking over furniture and causing chaos. Sebek continued shouting at Silver to give up his sword and how it was unbecoming and unprofessional to be using enchanted equipment in such a way. The sword thought this was all very funny and continued to taunt Sebek. Silver, for his part, evaded Sebek's repeated attempts to take away his blade, running circles around the room as his friend chased him.
"I already said you can't take Johnny!"
"YOU NAMED IT JOHNNY?!"
A vase shattered as it fell to the floor, the sound lost in the mayhem occuring in the common room. High above, a figure floated in the air, giggling to himself. "Ah, such liveliness~ a true testament to the joys of youth." Crimson eyes surveyed the pandemonium happening down below. "I think I outdid myself with this one." A bat squeaked in agreement.
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beast!leona who's a prince that was cursed along with everyone in his castle and now they're stuck living as "monsters"Â
beast!leona who's forgotten by the outside world, along with his servants, no one even knows they exist
beast!leona who's spent years isolated in his castle and gives up his hope that somehow the curse might be broken
beast!leona who locks up an intruder after catching them stealing from him only for him to lock you up instead when you come looking for your father and offer to switch places
beast!leona who's upset that his servant let you out of your cell without his permission but even more so by your blatant refusal to dine with him he's lonely
beast!leona who scares you when he finds you poking around the enchanted rose (it could've killed all of his servants and trapped him forever)
beast!leona who goes out after you when you run away, protecting you from the wolves and getting hurt while doing so
beast!leona who slowly comes to realize that maybe you're not all that bad after being forced to spending time with you
beast!leona who finds himself falling for you without even realizing it
beast!leona who doesn't dare to believe that you might be falling for him too
beast!leona who acts like he hates everyone and everything but secretly cares about them in his own gruff way
beast!leona who's wracked with guilt, knowing that he's the reason everyone is stuck living as inhuman objects and there isn't much time left to save them
beast!leona who lets you go home to your father in order to save him from the village even though it pains him
beast!leona who accepts that in the end he couldn't keep you with him and so he waits for the angry mob to come and kill him
beast!leona who's shocked when he sees that you've returned and all of a sudden his will to live comes back
beast!leona who's even more shocked when he thought he was deadâ just to regain consciousness and find out that the curse had finally been lifted
beast!leona who thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen
beast!leona who doesn't cry, but is overcome with emotion when he sees that his people are happy and back to normalâno longer in the form of objects
beast!leona who, after years of waiting, finally gets his happy ending
there's too many angst ideas about malleus and his human partner dying way before him. what if they came back as a ghost. it's widely accepted that ghosts come back bc of unfinished business right? well maybe they're not done loving malleus and that's their unfinished business. or maybe they got stuck and can't go to the "other side". it could also be something else entirely, who knows? if it's yuu, maybe their soul can't move on bc it's a different world or smth like that.
i just think it would be interesting to read about </3Â plus i cant keep doing all these pure angst fics where's the comfort??
"Malleus!" You practically tackled the poor unsuspecting fae's back, arms wrapped around his neck and sending the two of you stumbling forward through the green foliage.
"MCâ?"
"Hi! You miss me?"
It was one of the days you had off, so you'd returned back home to visit. After spending some time with your family, you'd snuck into The Moors with the help of a couple of the smaller faeries, who ran off giggling after leading you to Malleus. Malleus for his part, turned to face you, an amused smile playing at his lips.Â
"More than you know," he answered. His eyes roamed over your figure, taking you in. It had been a while since you'd last seen each other after all. He paused when he saw your arm, gaze narrowing. "You are hurt."
"Eh, it's not that bad. 'Tis but a scratch!" You laughed it off, though Malleus didn't seem to be nearly as amused.
"That seems to be a bit more than 'a scratch', Child of Man."
"WellâŚit's really not that bad. Look, it's all wrapped up and should be healed in no time."
His frown deepened. "What happened? The other humans didn't harm you, did they?" Malleus wouldn't be pleased if he found out that the humans at the castle had hurt his Child of Man.Â
"Oh, no. It was a horse."
Malleus blinked. "AâŚhorse?"
"Mhm, I was on my way back from the castle gardens one morning and got trampled by an evil horse in one of the courtyards." You related the story animatedly. "You know, I normally like horses but I think this one really was just pure malevolence. It even ate the carrots I picked after it ran me over!"
"I see." He took the information in quietly, before speaking again. "Even so, I do not like it. Are all of the horses allowed to run rampant with no regard for people's safety?"
"No, of course not. They're usually well-handled and cared for. Chad just decided to break loose and cause havoc apparently."
"Chad?"
"The horse. His full name is Chadwick, but I don't like him and i hate the name Chad, so Chad it is."
"You never cease to amuse me, Child of Man." He pulled you intoa warm embrace as he spoke, resting his head atop of yours. "But, you are not allowed to get hurt again. Understand?"
"It's not like I intentionally got hurt, you know. I also would've preferred not breaking my arm," you grumbled, though you settled into his arms without complaint. It was nice to be held again, especially by him.
"Promise me." Malleus clearly didn't care whether it had been intentional or not, he was going to make you agree with him either way.
"Fine, I promise. No more getting run over by evil horses," you sighed.
"No more getting hurt," he corrected.
"Same thing."
He sighed heavily. "Always so troublesome."
"Only for you."
***
The next couple of years flew by in a similar fashion, and you did your best to stay true to your promise to Malleus and not get hurtâthough a few small accidents here and there seemed to be unavoidable. Much of your time was spent at the castle working, though you were almost always able to take a day or two off from work and visit home again. The Queen was quite lenient with your time off, and the two of you became good friends over the years. The days without work were always your favorite though. You got to see your grandpa and sister, as well as Malleus. Yet as time passed, the tension between the human kingdom and The Moors grew even greater.Â
The king had become consumed by his hatred for the magical folk living in The Moors, and it manifested in the form of violent skirmishes along the border. Guards were posted in almost all of the towns and villages, including yours. It made seeing Malleus difficult; no one was allowed to leave the village without valid reason and going to The Moors was strictly forbidden. Under no circumstances were people allowed to even venture near the area. Even just the process of going through the new security to get home to visit your grandpa and sister had become a headache.
None of that stopped you from seeing Malleus though your visits became less frequent. You would sneak out of the village to visit him at night when it was possible. The guards didn't know all the ins and outs of the village like the people who grew up there. Plus, they were so drunk on the power they held over the peopleâand alcohol from the local tavernâthat they did a pretty shit job whenever it came to doing something more than just antagonizing the locals. Most of their time was spent leering at innocent passersby and toying with people trying to get in or out of the village. No one had any real respect for them.
The real problems however, had just started to begin. Not too long ago, the king had led a large group of cavalry against the fae folk, and was injured whilst also suffering a humiliating loss. It was the greatest conflict yet.
***
The ground rumbled and shook under the pounding of the horses' hooves, dust billowing into the air behind them as the soldiers rode forth, following their king. The army stopped as they neared the edge of the great forest, watching the trees for any sign of movement within. The king turned to face his men and began to speak.
"There they are!" He bellowed. "The mysterious Moors, where no one dares to venture for fear of the magical creatures that lurk withinâwell I say, CRUSH THEM!"
His soldiers roared in agreement, their weapons raised high in the air. They hungered for the battle to come and the blood that would be spilled.
Their cries were silenced by the sound of wings. Powerful gusts of wind whipped through the air as Malleus descended, landing before themâguarding The Moors. He appraised the army in front of him, taking in the number of soldiers and their weapons.
"GO NO FARTHER!" His voice thundered through the still silence between them. A warning. While he might not be inherently violent, Malleus would not stand by while his home and people were threatened.
The king sat on his horse, looking on wearily before responding. "A king does not take orders from a winged elf." A round of laughter rang out from the soldiers behind him, mocking the fae that stood in front of them.Â
"You are no king to me." Malleus spat.
The king paused, processing what he said before speaking over his shoulder. "Bring me his head."
The men drew their weapons, obeying the king's order and beginning their advance towards The Moors. Malleus watched silently as they got closer before speaking again, this time it wasn't directed towards the humans.
"Arise and stand with me!"
The ground shook and vibrated with some unknown force, throwing off the balance of a few of the soldiers. None of them knew what was coming. Soon, towering figures erupted from the earth around the fae, the tree-like entities made for imposing adversaries as they loomed over the humans. More figures appeared from within the trees, riding on armored boars and armed with spears. As they did, a large dragon burst forth from the ground, roaring loudly. The sound was the resounding catalyst and the two sides charged towards each other.
As the battle began, it became overwhelmingly evident that the humans were outclassed by the tree warriors. There wasn't much they could do to fight back against enemies that were that much larger than them and in such numbers. Especially with Malleus joining the fray. He swept through their ranks, knocking the soldiers over with his wings and creating powerful gusts of wind.Â
As the battle raged on, Malleus flew overhead, searching. It wasn't long until he found whatâor whoâhe was looking for. The king.
"You." His sharp gaze locked onto his quarry the moment he saw him, diving from the air and throwing him off the saddle and to the ground. It knocked the breath out of the king's lungs, rendering him helpless and immobile while he tried to catch his breath.
"TO THE KING!" The soldiers cried out. They charged forward, attempting to save their fallen monarch, only to be blown back by the wind of Malleus' wings.
"You will not have The Moors! Not now, not ever!" Malleus descended upon the king as he spoke, anger laced through every word. "Youâ!" He was cut off as the king thrust out his hand in an instinctual effort to stop his advance. The gauntlet adorning the king's hand forced Malleus back, burning his skin. Iron. He raised a hand to his collarbone, the flesh was red and raw where he had been touched. As he processed what had happened, the soldiers took advantage of his momentary shock and retreated, taking the king with them.
The battle itself had been short-lived, but the effects it was going to have were far from insignificant. While The Moors had not suffered any loss, the king's hatred had only been solidified. As he lay in bed, recovering, he steeped in his fury. This humiliation would not be overlooked. No matter what it took, the king would not rest until he had his revenge.
a/n: finally wrote another part lmao. I think its been like a month đ anyways the pacing might be kinda weird but hopefully after this it'll even out?? idk the time changes a lot in the beginning of the movie so...eh. also trying a new place for writing so the format might be a bit different.
also thank you to everyone who's been supportive! you guys are all really sweet <3
also probs should've said this earlier but criticisms are welcome if you notice something/have advice! just please be nice about it :')
I just want to say that i absolutely adore ur malleus maleficent au and i cannaurt wait to see where u go w itđđđđđđ
awww thank you so much!! im glad you like it! I just had my exam a few days ago so I'm gonna pick it back up again soon :) Im just trying to think through the smaller details for how the story will go đ
Life at the castle was interesting, to say the least. In the two short weeks that youâd been there, you were introduced to a myriad of interesting characters, with the Queen standing at the forefront of them all. In truth, the first time youâd met her, youâd been a bit awestruck. She was every bit as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be. Tall and lithe with golden curls, she carried herself with grace and elegance; there was no doubt that she came from nobility. Not to mention she was extremely kindâa fact you took note of when you first started working for her and was further proven as time passed. Youâd been able to negotiate with her when you first took up the position and sheâd agreed to give you days off when you asked for them. Which was great!...Except adjusting to life in the palace had been rather hectic, so you hadnât had time to go back home yet.Â
Another, rather intriguing person youâd met was a young knight-in-training called Sebek Zigvolt. Your first encounter with him had beenâŚmemorable, to say the least. You were almost trampled by a rogue horse in one of the courtyards and had ended up with a broken arm; it was definitely a lasting first impression.
***
Carrying a basket full of fresh produce from the garden, you were on your way back to the kitchens, footsteps echoing across the cobbled stones of the courtyard. It was late in the morning and the head chef had asked you to get some more carrots for lunch. So, like the good little employee that you were, you did as she asked.
It was honestly rather satisfying, picking the carrots. Grabbing the base of the leafy stems and pulling them from the earth elicited an incredibly satisfying ripping sound. The only bad part about it had been the mosquitoes. Vile pests, why do they always have to be everywhere? Ruining peopleâs lives, sowing misery wherever they goâ
You were so lost in thought, that you failed to notice the rampaging horse charging towards you. By the time you realized that the hoofbeats were simultaneously drawing closer and not slowing down, it was already too little too late. You vaguely processed what sounded like a male voice yelling,
âGET OUT OF THE WAY!â
Too late. For a singular second you stared at the animal charging towards you and then wham! You didnât have any time to react before you got bulldozed by a one-thousand-pound-much-larger-than-you-beast-of-a-horse. It was safe to say you went flying, the carrots went flying, and any shred of dignity you might have had was gone with the wind.Â
That warning wouldâve been real nice if it had come a bit sooner.
Anyways, you were now lying on the ground, in shock, the wind knocked out of you, and completely immobilized for the time-being. What a wonderful day. It wasnât even noon yet.
A pale face entered your line of vision, their features blurred and distorted. It really just looked like a blob of whiteness and pale green. Their mouth was opening and closing, but your head felt like it was underwater, you couldnât make out what was being said to you. However, as the initial shock of the incident wore off, your senses came back. Slowly, at first, then everything came rushing all at once.
You drew a great shuddering gasp of breath, face twisting as you became aware of an excruciating pain in your arm. It must have taken the brunt of your fall. Or maybe the horse was simply all-powerful and had broken it when it collided with you. Okay, that was honestly pretty likely. Horses are strong, afterall.Â
âARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHY DIDNâT YOU MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WHEN I TOLD YOU TO?â
You winced, the loud shouting shaking you out of your temporary stupor. Why was he yelling so loud? It was making your head hurt even more. If thatâs even possibleâŚyou werenât sure it was, at this point. â...Can you be quiet?â you grumbled. Having someone yell at you was decidedly not going to make you feel any better or help the situation.
The boy helped you sit upâdoing his own fair share of grumbling as he did soâand you caught sight of the horse. It was now standing off to the side, munching on all the carrots that you had picked for lunch. Are you serious? What kind of evil horse is this?Â
âCan you stand?â He asked. âYour arm looks like it might have been broken, but your legs look fine.â
âDonât be a creep.â
âEXCUSE ME?â He sputtered. âI SIMPLY ASKED IF YOU COULD STAND.â
âWell donât be creepy about it next time.â You werenât being serious, even if your tone and facial expression indicated otherwise. He protested some more, helping you stand up, and began walking you to the infirmary.Â
The horse was left in the courtyard, eating carrots to its heartâs content.
***
That was basically how your meeting with Sebek had gone. Yet despite the rough introduction you had had with him, you came to realize that he actually wasnât that bad. Sure, he was loud and abrasive and made your ears hurt, but he was a good person underneath it all. He trained hard and did his best to live up to the best version of himselfâŚthough you noticed he had a bit of a tendency to look down on others. Everyone has their flaws, you supposed. At least he has good character. Thatâs better than what a lot of the people here can say.Â
But with the seemingly wild palace life you had been thrown into, you found yourself missing your family and Malleus more and more each day. Oh well, at least you would have new stories to tell them when you returned. You had no doubt that your sister would be highly amused at the tale of the evil-bone-snapping horse. And MalleusâŚeven if he was upset that you got hurt, at the end of the day he would simply be happy to have you with him.
a/n: guys I was fighting literal demons (the wifi) to write this. anyways I apologize for any inaccuracies with the wounds; I've never been run over by a horse irl so I used my â¨imagination⨠to write it. no actual malleus this part :( but he should be in the next one? I lowkey don't have a SOLID plan but he should be there...I think.
Speaking of tho, I do also unfortunately have to lock in for an exam I have coming up so I'll probs be busy with that :( (watch me procrastinate and keep writing instead lol)
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Another year passed. The last twelve months have been one of the most wonderful times in your life. It consisted of slipping out of your house to see your lover whilst also balancing the random odd jobs youâd do in the village. Most of the time it was working at the apothecary or tavern for a bit of extra coin to help support your family. It wasnât much, but it helped for day-to-day needs.
That being said, your sisterâs condition was worsening. A few extra coins made from serving beer no longer cut it. Of course, your grandfather had money saved, but that wouldnât last forever. Which was why youâd come to your decision.
Trekking across the rolling fields, you made your way to the familiar edge of The Moors. The tall stones stood as imposing as ever, and the wind rustled through the leafy canopy. A whispered invitation. You drew in a deep breath, getting ready to call out for Malleus, only to stop as a large gust of wind battered against you. Malleus descended from the sky, landing softly on the ground before you, wings tucked neatly against his back.
âMalleus, I need to talk to you,â you said solemnly.
He picked up on your heavy mood immediately, gaze narrowing in concern. âMC. Is there something troubling you, Child of Man?â
â...Iâm leaving.â You couldnât quite meet his gaze as you spoke. It had been a hard decision, but it was something you had to do.
He didnât answer right away, and you risked a glance at his face. Wrong move. He looked shocked, like he couldnât quite believe what youâd just said. â...What?â
You took a deep breath. âIâm leaving. Soon. Iâm going to work at the castle.â
âWhy?â Thunder rumbled in the distance. Was there a storm coming? You shook off the random thought. Doesnât matter.
âMy sisterâs condition has been worsening over the last couple of monthsâŚmy family needs more money. My grandpa has some saved up, butâŚitâs not enough. Itâll run out soon, so Iâm going to go work at the castle.â
He frowned as he listened to your words, obviously upset. He didnât want you to leave. âCanât you work in the village?âÂ
âI could, but the Queen is offering a more generous pay than can be found here. Apparently she wants someone who can make moreâŚhearty meals than the fancy cuisine they currently offer since thatâs what she ate in her childhood.â It was true. The Queenâs cook from when she was a child often made her more homey meals than what is typically found in court, and after being married to the King and moving here sheâd found she quite missed it. So, sheâd had someone go to the nearest villageâwhich just so happened to be yoursâto ask around for someone willing to take up the position. A bit of an odd request, but you supposed youâd do the same if you were in her shoes. Only eating fancy food all the time would probably drive you crazy after a while.
â...And you will not reconsider this decision?â Displeasure was etched across his face, though he didnât seem like he was going to argue with you.
â...No. Iâm sorry, Mal.â You sighed. âI would stay if I could, but my family needs my help. I canât just sit around and do nothing.â
His expression soured even more, eyes downcast. âI see. I suppose this is farewell, then?â Another crack of thunder split the night, closer than the last one. The wind was beginning to pick up as well, and raindrops began to fall. One by one.
âJust for a little bit! Iâll still come and visit, I promise.â You took his hand in yours, trying to provide some sort of comfort. âQueen Leila is known for being kind, Iâm sure she wouldnât mind if I missed a day every now and then.â
Malleus looked back at you, gauging the sincerity in your eyes. You held his gaze for several moments, communicating silently. â...I suppose it will be bearable. So long as you keep your promise and come back to me, my Child of Man.â He still wasnât happy about it. Not at all. But, your family needed you and you said youâd visit. He could make do with that. Maybe. Well, heâd have to find a way to copeâŚeventually.
For now, he held you close, the storms of his inner turmoil bleeding outward and reflecting in the tumultuous sky. Yet, even as the thunder rolled and the wind whipped into a frenzy, you remained safe and untouched within his wings. You would come back to him. He was sure of it. Even if you had to leave for now, youâd be back soon. You wouldnât break his heart, right?
a/n: a bit shorter than the other two parts but oh well. might be ooc again, creative writing is lowkey hard lol. I got mer-form jade tho so im happy about that :D now I have to save back up :(
The two of you met many times after your first encounter, gradually growing closer. You visited The Moors frequently He shared with you details from his past; he had no mother or father, and spent much of his time in solitude or resolving conflicts within The Moors. You, in turn, opened up to him about your own life. You lived with your sister and grandfather a little ways away from the village. Your little sister was ill, and so you had tried stealing one of the crystals from the Pool of Jewelsâas youâd later learned it was calledâto show her one of the small bits of wonder in the outside world that she couldnât see for herself. He had listened intently to everything youâd said, only occasionally interrupting to ask questions, and contemplating what he learned. Humans and faeries seemed to share more similarities than either of you had thought.
As time passed, the bond between you and Malleus deepened. Friendship slowly blossomed into something more, and it was on your sixteenth birthday that those feelings became realized.
***
âMalleus!â You called for him, standing at the edge of The Moors. It was early in the evening, the sun still on its downward trek towards the horizon and bathing the world in a golden glow. It wasnât long until you heard the sound of wings flapping and your friend appeared in front of you, landing gracefully. Youâd both grown quite a bit since the first time you met, no longer small children. You were older now, more mature as you began to enter adulthood. Malleus himself had grown considerably in height, and had become even more elegant and graceful.
âYou called, Child of Man?â He gazed at you softly as he spoke, taking in your appearance. You looked beautiful in the light of the setting sun.
âItâs my birthday,â you replied, grinning widely.
He tilted his head and hummed thoughtfully. âSo it is.â The first half of your birthday youâd always spend with your family, and then youâd go and see him in the evening and early night. It was a tradition established over the years. About a week ago, though, he had told you that he had a gift to give you on your birthday, but wouldnât tell you what it was no matter how many times you asked.Â
âWell? Didnât you say you had something important to give me?â Youâd been kept in suspense all week and it was killing you.
âEager, arenât you? Very well, I suppose I wonât keep you waiting any longer. Close your eyes, Child of Man,â He commanded gently, waiting for you to comply.
You hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked. âAre you going to put a spider in my hair?â You questioned teasingly.
âDonât be ridiculous,â he said, dismissing the idea. The grass rustled and you could feel him as he drew closer, his presence filling the space between the two of you.Â
âNo? Then maybe aââ you were cut off before you could say anything else, something soft pressing against your lips. Was heâŚkissing you? You were frozen in shock, the sensation of his lips on yours was warm and sweet and so utterly unexpected, and before you knew it, he had pulled away again.Â
You opened your eyes and stood there in silence, completely flustered. HeâŚkissed meâŚyour mind was still trying to wrap around that fact, only barely registering the way Malleus was looking at you. With that soft, stupidly infuriating look of adoration on his face. Youâd seen it before and simply brushed it off, not wanting to give yourself false hope. But there it was again. â...You kissed me.â
He chuckled, a deep reverberating sound. âSo I did.â He tilted his head as he looked down at you. âIt was true loveâs kiss.âÂ
Your face felt like it was on fire.
âAre you displeased by it?â A hint of concern crept into his tone and he frowned. Malleus had thought youâd returned his affections, given the way you acted around him. Had he made a mistake? What if you didnât like him that way? Perhaps he had overestimatedâ
âNo! No, IâŚIâm not displeased. Iâm just surprisedâŚthatâs all.â You answered sheepishly. âIâmâŚreally happy with it, truly.â Finally pulling yourself together, you looked at him earnestly.Â
His expression softened as you spoke, his worries assuaged. âI see. Iâm glad to have made you happy, my Child of Man.â
âYeahâŚSo, you love me huh?â Already a shit-eating grin was forming on your face. Now that you were over the initial embarrassment you couldnât help but try to tease him.
âI do,â he replied simply. âMost ardently.â Okay, that was it. Did he not see you were trying to tease him? Now heâs gonna make you feel all sappy and mushy. No coping for you. The worst part was that he still had that stupid look of adoration written all over his face. How were you supposed to âmake fun ofâ him now? You couldnât. There was no way. It would be like kicking a puppy, or kitten. A giant, much-too-tall, winged kitten.
â...I love you too.â The words were so quiet they were barely audible over the evening breeze, though you had no doubt that Malleus had heard you. You didnât wait for a response and instead pushed past him to the path that led into The Moors. It was hidden, but fairly well-traveled after years of your adventures with Malleus; the grass was shorter and the ground was clear of bracken that often littered the forest floor, making it easier for you to traverse.Â
He didnât follow immediately, instead remaining where he was, and you fought the urge to look back. Donât look, donât look, donâtâcut off by a large gust of wind, something clipped you in the back of the head. Not enough to hurt, mind you, but still. You caught sight of Malleusâ cheeky smile as he flew ahead of you, the offending wing that had hit you helping to spur him onward.
Oh, you were gonna get him for that. A wicked glint sparked in your eye as you took off after him. âMalleus! Get back here!â
So, you spent the rest of your night chasing after the fae boy, determined to exact your revenge upon him. And honestly, you wouldnât have it any other way.
a/n: ah yes, another load of hot garbage! why is writing dialogue so hard đđ oh well. probably ooc but whatevs, basically just using this for writing practice and bc I <3 malleus
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