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Last Name Dilemma

Yknow, this is purely for myself, happy me hating my last name. This is a yandere thing btw and please note that I am an artist, not a writer :,) so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes

I had this amazing idea. If you don't really like your last name and get sucked into the world of twisted wonderland, why not just get a new one? It's very easy when you have suitors vying for your attention at every corner of the school! 🤭

It all started in the cafeteria...

Of course they were overjoyed you thought their last names were cool, did this mean you indirectly wanted to marry them? Well the game is on, and they for sure will win.

Much to their displeasure though, rumors speads fast at NRC, with everyone else quickly getting to know about your lastname dilemma. They are not backing down, wanting to burn the world down just to achieve their happy ending with you.

Ace

Of course you would want to marry him! He is your first friend in this wretched school after all! (Deuce would like to differ on that statement but yeah)

Ace may not be the richest, smartest or most beautiful, but he is your best friend, (hopefully) your first choise and (will make sure to be) your first love! Guy is serious. He will also pull all sorts of dirty tricks against everyone else, you're his bestie to marry no one else's!

Deuce

Ah poor little Deuce. Guy choked on his food when he first heard you talk about how cool their last names sounded. You think his last name is cool? Does that mean that you like him too? You wanna date him, marry him? Be his forever?? He is feeding into his own delusions and your words are only making it worse.

As soon as he has finished lunch he will excuse himself and make a call to his mom and tell her the wonderful news on how you and him will definitely get married! (He just gotta get you a sweet, sweet ring that you deserve)

Cater

Cater being quick on the trends, he was even quicker on the rumors about you having no last name (and definelty needing one). He has such a cute last name, it would fit so well with you! <3

He is already dreaming up the perfect magicam wedding, to show off how the oh so wonderful you chose him, and no one else. He also dreams of the private moments after, how you'll hold him as he sobs his heart out, so happy you chose him. He hopes these silly daydreams will soon become reality, cos he can't wait much longer..

He also definelty overloads you with his clones, giving you so much love you don't need to turn to anyone else for that :)

Trey

When Trey heard the rumors he sighed, feeling bad for how overwhelmed you probably are with everyone else's proposals. Well, come to him whenever you feel like it's too much, he will always make sure to lktsen to your problems (he loves the domestic feel to just having late night chats with you in the heartlbuyl kitchen as he prepares another batch of sweets for the next unbirthday party).

He will make sure that his own proposal of marriage is short and sweet, and he is sure it will win you over, who wouldn't want his sweets all day every day? He will make sure to feed and love you for the rest of eternity if you chose him <3

Riddle

Riddle is messy, he wants you as his spouse and he kinda wants it NOW, since he feels like he deserves it. You're the perfect match to him, the king of hearts to his queen od hearts...

He will show off how good of a husband he would be to you, how he will take care of you with a stable job, how he will help you with all homework and make sure you get special treatment on unbirthday parties. If he sees anyone trying to propose why they should be yours and not him, well, you know his unique magic...

Jack

Wolves mate for life. Jack wants to mate for life. Who does he want as his mate? You. You have changed his life, and he does not want to lose you, please. He is territorial, liking how your name would sound with his last name, now he just gotta make it happen..

Ruggie

Ruggie feels desperate when he hears the rumors. Why would you chose him, when you have literal celebrities, prince's and high standing people vying for you? Then he remembers, he owes you. It's usually the other way around yes, bur he owes you somehow.

With this he cooks up the amazing plan of giving you his last name as a thanks for that one time. He also gotta introduce you to his family, he knows granny bucchi is gonna peer pressure you into accepting marriage with him...

Leona

Leona will not lose you. He has lost so much coming second to everyone he knows. He will NOT lose you to anyone here, he will fight dirty and kill for you if there's a chance he gets with you. He has the money to hire help to get rid of people too, and that same money can sway you into chosing him, since that deadbeat crow ain't giving you a liveable sum to live on.

He makes sure to capture you for naps whenever he can, making sure to leave his scent on you, enough so most people can smell how he has been on you.

Floyd

Eeh? Shrimps wants a good last name?? Well with his you could scare oh so many away, leading to an easy life for you! It also leads to a fun life with you and him, and there will never be a dull moment in his life with you by his side!

Just don't take his last name with his brother yeah? Get with him instead.

Jade

Oya? The prefect wants a last name? A husband too perhaps? Jade's smile widens as he plans out how to trap you into a wonderful marriage with him. Perhaps some of his new mushrooms in his terrariums will make you tired enough to get you to sign a marriage contract with him?

Just don't marry his brother instead of him, he don't really know how he would handle that..

Azul

Azul feels himself become of sp happy whenhe heard the rumors. Finally! You will have him corner you as soon as he can, sweet smile on his face as he offers you a golden contract of his. He crafted it meticulously, making sure everything in it would be perfect for the both of you.

He tries to butter you up so badly, please he just wants you to himself, is that too much to ask for?

Jamil

Jamil has to hold back to use snake whisper, but he has it in case you chose the wrong option (not him). He wants you, he does that to lose you to anyone, ESPECIALLY KALIM. He probably uses snake whisper against others, to sabotage, to do anything. He just can't lose you...

He definelty shows off his cooking and cleaning skills, showing how he can be the perfect househusband for you. Look how good you could have it with him...

Kalim

Kalim is manipulative about this. He mat not be aware of it, bur he sure is. He wants you as his (spouce) bestie, and he will get that. Guy has never gotten a no, and he will not get one now (he hope atleast).

Let him plan you a grandiose wedding! With food, clothes, venue, parades and so much more worth millions and millions of thaumarks. He will space no expense for you!

Epel

Why is epel so roughened up? Why he fought for your hand of course! Isn't it manly to show off that you can easily fend gör your love? He also loves loves LOVES the attention you give him as you fix him up.

He feels so proud of the fights he won, wearing the scars like proud medals, so please take care of them before they get infected- he will only let you do it-

Maybe he will get into more fights if he can get your heavenly touch as a reward..

Rook

Rook stalks you on the daily, so of course he got to work as soon as the words left your mouth. He will hunt you down, get your heart and love and live happily every after :)

He 100% gets violent as well, bur of course you won't see that side of him! He wouldn't want to scare you..

Vil

Vil is certain you will chose him. He is the fairest of them all (niege don't count he is ugly), that is what you deserve. He will take care of you, especially your appearance. You've sent how he is with epel, now get ready for double that...

He dolls you up, makes you the best version of yourself so he can show you off on his socials,to mush it into that dumb nieges face that THE vil had you and niege doesn't. He is the fairest of them all with you of course..

Of course, he is the only queen worthy enought for your love and affection, so please just marry him already, he wants a Photoshoot together with you...

Idia (plus Ortho being STRICTLY PLATONIC)

I'm sorry but have you read his ssr story? Guy doxxes over nothing lol. He will breach your security if you tell him no, he has lost so much already, can't he have you please? You're the only thing he wants...

He will 100% use Ortho against you, backing you into a corner together with the robot. Ortho wants to make his brother happy, and he would be the happiest together with you. Ortho would also be so so so happy if you were his bif sibling too!

Theyve lost so much, they just want a happy family, together with you.. (ORTHO ONLY WANTS YOU AS A SIBLING NO WEIRD SHI AGAINST ORTHO PLEASE)

Sebek

Sebek has to run to lilia for guidance. Why has this human out this wonderful spell on him, why does he feel so lightweight? Why is his face so red? Why does he want to reject you for the rest od your days, more than he wants to protect malleus?

He wants to marry you. To have a wonderful marriage between human hand half fae, almost liek his parents... he will protect you at all costs. Please do love his loudmouth ass back..

Silver

Silver has no last name as well, so in his mind you both are already matching. He is too sleepy to actually do anything other than fall asleep with you.

Lilia

Lilia would snicker at the rumors. Ah, how he feels young again, silly what love can do to someone... he would love to help his son's with this, but sadly he wants this just as much if not more...

Malleus

Malleus does not want to lose his friend. His first and only real friend. He has tried to court you for so long, and now that you've dropped a hint that you wanted him (by saying you wanted a cool last name) he starts the royal courting traditions.

He follows all the traditions, step by step, being very careful to be correct and sparing no expense. He makes sure you see the future home of yours (the castle), his humongous hoard and his greatest treasure, gao gao dragon..

.. holy hell this was so much longer than what I expected. Well, who would you go for? Do tell :,)

Also, would yall want more long form content like this or way more short form? My asks got deleted so don't really have any to draw smhhh </3 so do send shi in please <3

I doze off during every lesson

Player doze off in the middle of the automatic lesson with Ace, Idia & Lilia? (Bruh this happens to me when I need to wait for the flying lesson to end💀)

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, obsession, threats, religion, kidnapping, possessiveness, murder

Ace Trappola/Idia Shroud/Lilia Vanrouge-Player dozes off during automatic lessons

Here he is, pulling off a perfect lesson and... you are sleeping?

At first he was just confused

Why was there no reaction coming from you

Usually there would be at least some sound but now it was silent... too silent!

So he tried to figure out what was happening

When he heard the soft breaths he immediately knew what was going on

His beloved Monarch was just tired

Probably the most silent you have ever heard him

Or would have heard him because... you know

But he is genuinely worried for you

Have you experienced too much stress? Have you not slept properly these last few days?

And yet, there is also a very small part of himself who is angry

This was supposed to be your time with him!

He already has to fight for your attention under normal circumstances whilst holding himself back from stabbing some poor individual who has taken too much of it in his eyes

Just... shower him with attention the second you are awake again, ok? Otherwise I really don't know if Trey, Riddle and Deuce will see the next day....

But otherwise good night! He will watch every single breath you take with that peaceful expression of yours

He is at first just confused but then realizes that you have fallen asleep

That expression of yours.... and that soft smile whilst you sleep...

He thinks he has died and ascended

Oh what would he do if only he could be beside you, looking at you without that weird separation, daring to hold your hand...

But no, what a guilty sinner he is! How could he ever dare to ask for more than you decide to give??!

But then again, you are the Overseer, God, and who could resist your perfection?

Just as Hades was deeply in love with Persephone he is also feeling the same way about you

Plus a few bloody aspects like being aboe to tear the limbs of someone off who dared to touch you inappropriately or gouge their eyes out if they look at you for too long

You know, like lovers do.... or maybe not....

But who couldn't forgive him when he files so endearing at you with that small smile, wanting to embrace you...

Murderous husband material is all I am saying ok??!

At some point Vargas has to save him from falling from his broom whilst being high in the air

Ok, maybe more than just once.... twice... thrice....

If only he could fly up there and just grab you, take you with him, keep you forever

You are so much, more interesting than the new game he bought just yesterday and this means something

Sleep tight Overseer, he will make sure that soon you will be by his side, taken we'll enough care of so that you don't fall asleep randomly

“GET A PAINTER WE NEED TO CAPTURE THIS SACRED MOMENT!!!”

I am serious, he will think this is some sort of divine blessing

Wait... you fell asleep which makes you incredibly vulnerable.... DOES THAT MEAN YOU TRUST HIM WITH YOUR LIFE??!

Oh, dear Overseer, you are a kind divine being, blessing him with such trust!

Lilia won't disappoint you! How could he! He needs to make sure that no one disturbs your rest!

Why is he holding a sword and... oh

He is just threatening others to decapitate them if they are too loud

Aka if they are making a sound that is louder than breathing

And whilst he presses cold steel against throats there is only one thought in his head

“Awww! How cute!!!”

How your hair is slightly messy, your cheek squished against the pillow, your soft breaths escaping your lips....

This is a dream come true for Lilia

After all, he did plan to make you sleep for a long time if you were to deny him the love he deserves

And now you are even perfect whilst sleeping! How... for the lack of a better term, perfect!

He would cuddle you, keep you close to himself and hide you away from the prying eyes of the wirls

After all, how could he let it steal this view from him which you meant for only him to be seen!

➳ kiss of death (yandere ghost prince!idia shroud x GN!human reader)

summary: was set in the ghost marriage event but instead of princess eliza, it was the ghost prince himself who fancied you to be his but first, you must be in the netherworld/underworld with him...

cw: yandere themes, forced marriage, major character death, mentions of the afterlife, captivity, alternate universe (idia didn't attend NRC), ooc idia & not proofread (there could be some mistakes, please point it out if you find some)

a/n: happy halloween everyone and thank you so much for the patience for this fic to be released. at first, this is mostly self-indulgent but decided to turn this into a halloween special fic. <333

He is a ghost. You are a human.

Two sides of the same coin from what he thought was a sign of his so-called fulfilling destiny. A destiny for you to be with him in the afterlife. It was quite unusual for the ghost prince to watch over you for months as he saw you on how kind and soft-hearted you are. The way you got along with everyone around you as you smile warmly but at the same time, snap at anyone who even dared to lay a hand on you or your heartslabyul friends is what makes you attractive to him.

Plus, his family are nagging him for him to find someone who can rule beside him as his loving spouse.

And they didn't tell him if the love of his life can be a ghost or a mortal.

He was a very lonely ghost; coped up in his room filled with so much technology, books and consoles as he gamed and studied day and night within the Shroud Palace. He didn't have friends to begin with, only contented with the company of his little brother who also nags him to go outside, visit the mortal realm to see if there's someone caught his eye.

At first, he contemplates about his own decision to his brother's suggestion. Floating around the dark hallways of NRC while overthinking endless possibilities if he goes outside. What if there's someone who would catch him? What if he accidentally spooked someone and died from a heart attack? What if he accidentally possessed someone? And so on and so forth.

"Let's go haunt a ghost! I bet Deuce's gonna run away like a chicken!" He heard a giddy voice out of nowhere, making the ghost prince flinch from the sudden noise. Ida was internally panicking, quickly scrambling to see which hiding spot was best for him. "I am not!" Another (angry) voice filled the hallway as the flashing light of the flashlight fills the right side of the hallway. "Hey guys, you two buy me lunch if (m/c) here runs away. I wanna stuff myself with that delicious canned tuna tomorrow!"

As the voices began to draw nearer and nearer, he goes through the ceiling of the building, only his face as poking through it's wooden surface. "Hey, I ain't scared of ghosts! Plus, we're gonna be in so much trouble when Riddle finds us ghost hunting in 2 in the morning."

And that's how he met you. His eyes caught a particular human and became intrigued by you like some kind of rare artifact he obtain from the games he played before. He felt like this was like a dating sim; him being a mysterious entity who fell in love with the protagonist and loved happily ever after as the couple consumate their marriage.

The ghost prince followed you everywhere to learn more about you. From your favorites, your strength and weaknesses, games you play, your birthday, anything!! And soon enough, he fell deeply in love with you. He would constantly tell Ortho about this mysterious human he fancied. How he wished that he would just appear on front of you and profess his love as he carries you into the deep depths of the underworld. Or perhaps, you would even fell for him when you knew that your admirer wasn't just a ghost but part royalty!

He thought that it was just some mere crush but Ortho tells him otherwise that he finally found himself some love. "Don't you get it brother? You finally found the love of your life! Isn't that wonderful? Now mom and dad would be so happy when they knew that you found your potential spouse!"

Idia didn't buy his brother's words but wants to secretly court you by giving gifts that was considered as courtship gifts from his kind. Trinkets of silver coins appeared randomly in different parts of your dorm. A bouquet of black roses was placed on your doorstep and heartfelt and sweet letters written by yours truly appeared mysteriously by the mail box.

And you made a mistake by accepting those gifts. You didn't reject those gifts but was looking forward to see what gifts your admirer has for you. At first thought, you guessed that your secret admirer was kind of shy and didn't want to reveal his identity until they're ready to reveal who they are in the first place.

But what you didn't know is that your admirer wasn't a human like you.

His guards came back to him with great news, telling the entire royal family that the human the future heir liked had accepted those gifts with open arms. Oh, how happy his parents was when they knew that their oldest son found his true love. His mother couldn't wait to see the future ruler who would rule beside her son. His father on the other hand, gave a silent nod, indicating that he approves of his future in-law joining the family.

Even more months has passed by, more and more gifts are sent by your doorstep but he guards didn't left those gifts but by himself. The way his lovestruck eyes glistened as you excitedly open the small box that was wrapped in a pretty black ribbon and has a label with your name on it with a little doodled heart at the end of your name.

While being invisible, he sat right beside you, waiting patiently as you opened the box to reveal the most beautiful piece of jewelry you've ever seen; it was a silver ring, embedded with sapphire gems around the band and a blue skull gem can be seen on top of the band. Idia watched in nervousness, watching you closely inspecting the ring as if you are jewel critic. Without hesitation, you wear the ring and heavily admiring it, making Idia sigh in relief, a weight of his shoulder finally lifted off when he saw that you accepted his engagement ring.

You didn't even know that you're now engaged to the ghost prince himself.

And you swear to yourself that you felt a small warm peck on your forehead but quickly shrugged it off, thinking that it was just the wind blowing from the window you've forgotten to close.

From that point on, Idia would constantly follow everywhere you go under the guise of him being your night in shining armor. In class? He's there by your side, and dropped a small flower he picked outside on the courtyard. Walking along the lonely hallways of the school? You can feel your hand being interwined by some invisible force. Felt even just a bit of hunger and craving sweets? No worries, for the ghost prince himself would provide you some sweets to satisfy your cravings.

For the longest time, he never felt this happy. Happiness was not on his list for a long time and the only way he seek his own happiness was by playing games on his computer. He never thought he could find somebody that would make him happy.

He felt empty and alone for a long time and it seems that you filled in the missing gap within his heart. As soon as the royal messenger told all the ghosts that the prince found a potential suitor, everyone was very excited to see their future ruler.

The ghost prince also appeared on your dreams whenever you went into deep slumber, now finally has the courage to at least hold you and giving you sweet kisses whenever he saw you. Idia would talk about on how pretty/handsome you looked and if you receprocate his methods of 'flirting', you can see his hair turning into a soft shade of hot pink as the blush on his face reddened up like some kind of tomato.

It was bittersweet if Idia was honest, sure that he can finally interact with you without freaking you out that he's a ghost but he's desperate for you to be one of his kind. To be right beside him and to be crowned as the next crowned royal of his kingdom. Oh how he imagined you in a formal attire, a bouquet in hand as the flow of your veil flows through the isle as he stares at you with heart eyes. He can feel his heart thumping non stop whenever he imagines you getting married to him.

But what he thought was a perfect fairy tale has turned into an absolute nightmare.

If love has its own enemy, it's not other than obsession itself.

For you see, Idia is a very envious man. He doesn't like it if some lowly NPC fawns over you from afar, would even talk to you or being friends with you, especially those heartslabyul brats. He doesn't like it how they would hug you or wrapping their arms around you, even if it's just mere platonic. He the only one who can do those acts for you. He's your fiancé for goodness sake! He's supposed to be the only man in your life.

Oh wait, you didn't know it yet but soon enough, you will soon find out that you are the reason why bad luck has occurred within the school.

Don't let his jealousy reach to the top because he doesn't hesitate to make that person disappear or driven to the brink of insanity to the point that they took their own life. He would constantly appear at the end of the hallway, the prince would either glare at you or giving you a sinister smirk and disappear when a person walk by your vision. It freaked you out and it didn't stop there; every single night, you would hear vague whispers of your name, old wrinkled papers that dated back centuries ago has little messages on it, smeared in black and red ink as possessive words were written all over the parchment.

And that's not all, your dreams with the mysterious entity has becoming a terrible dreams. Warning you that he'll come for you if the right time comes (the right time was today). His words made you absolutely scared the living daylights of you, and finally consulted the only teacher who has connections with the other side, Mr. S himself. You and your heartslabyul friends ran straight towards the small boutique at the side of the school, only to see the shopkeeper closing his shop for the day. "Mr S! We need to speak to you and this is urgent!" Ace heaved and panted, his lungs greedily intaking lots of air to breathe.

"Ah my little imps! What are you guys doing here? Aren't you guys supposed to be in the dining hall with the others? And what happened to them?" He pointed at you, eye bags and blood shot eyes as you trembled in fear, both your arms are placed around your arms as if it would protect you. "It's a long story, Mr. S but we want to know about a particular ghost that haunted not only the school but also our friend here. Is there a possibility on why (m/c) is haunted?" Deuce added while rubbing your back as a way to comfort you.

Sam inspected your entire article of clothing to see if there's something suspicious that could link towards the haunting and his eyes landed on the ring rested on your ring finger. His eyes stared at the strange looking jewelry that gives off this weird energy surrounding the four of you. He needs to confirm if his thoughts are true by inspect the band around your finger. "Hmm, may I see your hand, little imp." He inspected the ring and you slowly realized that the wrenching feeling on your stomach was confirmed when the tall man's eyes widen in disbelief. "So that's why you're being haunted.." he muttered. "What's the reason Mr. S?" Grim replied, worried for his answer.

"That ring. The ring you had on your finger belongs to the royal family of ghosts! And if a mortal was gifted with that ring, it was stated that you now belong to that particular family, precisely to their oldest son!" Looks of disbelief appeared on their faces, you on the other hand, felt the colors from your face drain off upon hearing such news. "So wait wait, if (m/c) has a ghost pinning after them, does it explain why they have gifts and flowers appeared on their doorstep out of nowhere?" Deuce asked, out of curiosity.

The shopkeeper sighed in disappoinment, indicating that not only that one of the students has been favored by a ghost but their life being at risk. "I'm afraid so, little imp. I'm so sorry."

In the far corner of the shop, Idia stood there, hands curled into a fist as his expression contorted into anger and possessiveness.

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You couldn't sleep tonight.

Staring towards the ceiling of your bedroom as you held your blanket for dear life after hearing what the shopkeeper has told you and your friends hours ago. Thank the heavens that Grim is asleep right by the chair because you couldn't handle him seeing your bloodshot eyes and tears are threatening to stream from your face. Even your body tells you that you need some sleep, you still convinced yourself that you are not tired, at least when the issue is finally solved.

Speaking of which, both your mouth and your throat are getting dry but you're still terrified on getting up from the bed. You've become so thirsty that you got up from your bed and began to wake Grim up from his peaceful slumber.

"Grim.." you shook the furry feline. "Grim wake up.." The feline only muttered in slight annoyance. "I need some company, I'm too scared on coming back down." Grim muttered and flipped on the opposite side of the armchair. "Hnggg go bother Deuce and Ace on the other room, I'm tired (m/c)." He replied, dozing back to sleep and coming back to his dream of his.

You didn't want to bother both of your friends in the other room, plus you don't want those two to be teased you off as the chicken of the group, so you went downstairs alone, armed with a flashlight to light your way into the dark hallways of your dorm. Normally, you are used to the eeriness of your dorm. The small creaks produced by the floor as the wind howled outside of the locked windows of your dorm didn't even bothered you but due to the fact that an entity now watches you, you became a bit scared. Every twist and turns of your head whenever you heard something ominous from afar. From the creaks below the floor boards to the falling book from the bookshelf from the hallways.

Finally, you arrived at the kitchen and felt like the atmosphere was cold; the fridge wasn't even open yet and it felt like -5 degrees within your home. You took out a pitcher and a glass to drink and all of the sudden, you heard a whisper on the left side of your ear.

"(m/c)..."

You've became startled, almost choking from the cold water you swallowed as you face the direction where the voice came from.

There's no one on your side.

You continuously drink the cold beverage when you felt something took a hold of your waist by both arms.

"So warm.... So soft...."

Out of fear, you dropped the glass, shattering it into bits of pieces and began sprinting back to your room. Your breathing quickens as you internally panic for your own safety. 'He's here!!' you mumbled to yourself. 'The ghost prince is here!!' You almost made it to your room but alas, your hand was almost cut off when the door suddenly closed in front of you locking it to prevent you from seeking protection from him.

"Darling..." It spoke, making you turn your head to face the entity. "Why are you running away from me? I just wanna see my darling dear's alright, especially when there's so many people tainting you of your innocence, a burden that needs to be obliterated like some kind of RPG monsters and I was doing my job on protecting the one person I cared and loved for." The entity stated. Your panic attack has gone of bad, you began shouting for your friends. "ACE!! DEUCE!! GRIM!! PLEASE WAKE UP!! I NEED SOME HELP!!" You shouted, pounding against the doors of the dark hallways of the dorm.

By luck, the three of them woke up from the sudden noise. "(m/c)?! What's going on-" The heartslabyul duo was about to open the door and that's when they noticed that the door was locked and closed tightly. "(m/c)?! Come on that's not funny, dude! Open the door!" Deuce spoke, ramming the door with his body in attempt to break it open. "I'm not Deuce!!" You also ram your body to the door to help them break it apart but alas, no luck.

The ghost prince watched in delight as the three of you pathetically ram each other's side of the door and sighed in pity. "There's no point in destroying that door, (m/c). If you keep on doing it, your HP's gonna decrease rapidly, especially when there a bruise forming on your elbow." You quickly stopped to see if the prince's claims were true. Rolling the sleeve of your pajama shirt, your eyes widen a bit from the surprise.

There's indeed a bruise on your elbow, it was swollen and a color of blue and violet begins to form underneath the tissue. But it doesn't stop you from helping getting your friends out from their trap. "So stubborn, so feisty as usual from my fiance." He spoke and his words makes you annoyed as he claims that you're his fiance. "I am NOT your damn fiance!! Open this door at once!!" You shouted, standing on your feet despite feeling yourself shaking from fear. The voice chuckled and every turn of your head, various objects are knocked out from it's place.

Tables are moved far from the corner, vases dropped into the floor and shattered into bits of pieces and the creaks of the floor boards has gotten worse as if many people are passing by you. "It's funny you could say that, my dear.." It replied. "You have no idea how much you drive me into the deep depths of jealousy. I hated the way those people whom you call your 'friends' glued by your side, their hands wrapped around your body and it pisses me off knowing that they touched something that belonged to me, and me alone." It sneered and many more items are thrown, either on the wall or on the floor.

"I thought that giving you that ring would make those people would stay away from you, to at least have common sense that the ring would symbolize the ghost prince's love and ownership of you but alas, I'm afraid that I wasn't that well known on your world." It sneered and it chuckled once again as he saw your figure, now sitting on the floor while your hand's still gripping on the door handle as the screaming of your friends kept on going.

"Look into the mirror, (m/c).."

You did what the entity told you and you couldn't stop yourself from shaking, your eyes began to widen in fear as you saw the creature's true form; wearing such clothes that reflected on the color of charcoal and ash, his face was pale as the blazing glow of his hair, tied in a ponytail, began to turn into blazing red from his anger. Finally, his bright yellow eyes that glows a bit from the darkness. His eyes glaring towards you but his smile says otherwise. His smile wasn't only showing his annoyance but something sinister's going to happen.

"I think it's time to wrap things up, my dear. Let's not wait for our marriage to consumate, shall we?" You felt something that gripped both of your legs, ghostly hands forcefully dragging you away from the door as you screamed bloody murder for your friends. You felt your nails scrapping across the floor boards and your fingers began to calloused from the harsh friction of the wood. By the great seven, the door bursts open and you can see Deuce and Ace panting heavily. Their eyes widen as soon as they saw you being dragged away towards the mirror while you keep on screaming for help.

Deuce and Ace began to scramble on their feet and tries to take both of your hands, but the ghosts that accompanied the prince held them on their feet as they watched you helplessly. They will never forget the way your eyes internally screamed for their help and the last bit of your screams began to fade away, your body disappeared from the mirror bit by bit until you disappeared from their view. As soon as you're gone, the ghosts who also prevented your friends from rescuing you are released from their positions. Ace ran straight to the mirror and he viciously pounded the mirror, causing it to shatter bit by bit. Normally, Ace is the kind of friend whose chill during the ordeal but seeing you being kidnapped made his blood boil.

His fists are sore and bleeding from his strong punches as Deuce tries to stop him from landing the mirror another punch. "Ace, snap out of it! Punching the mirror won't to shit, especially when (m/c) was kidnapped by some ghosts!" Ace looked at his friend, breathing heavily, his hands are sore and bleeding from the sharp shards of the mirror. Hearing his friend's voice in an attempt to put a stop on his rampage calms him down a bit. He looked at Deuce with an angry yet vicious expression. "Gather Jack, Epel and the others. We have someone to rescue."

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It's been two days since you've been captive by the ghosts.

Since your capture, you've been nothing but a nuisance not only to the prince but also to his ghostly guards and servants who tried their best to get you dressed for this special occasion. You fought hard, struggling against the restraints of the ghosts while putting on the garment which can be describe as beautiful and pearl-like. Decorated with the most beautiful pearls and laces and to top it all off with a Vail that could leave a trail behind your dress/tuxedo.

Normally, you supposedly gonna rip out the outfit but seeing the guards burn your original clothes, you have no choice but to stay within this...horrible outfit. Despite it's elegance, you still hated the fact that you'll be forcefully married to their prince. You sat on the room, alone as tears continuously blink and stare towards the wall, tears still appearing on your face.

You tried escaping but the security within the area was quite difficult for someone who doesn't have magic, let alone for the others to rescue to you.

"My lady/lord," a servant spoke, opening the once locked door as they bowed down from your presence. "The ceremony's about to begin and his majesty's ready to tie the knot with you." You are about to speak out that you'll stay within the room you are confined in until two of the guards took you by your arm and dragged you away despite your protests to let you go. You screamed and kicked but to no avail.

Carrying the bouquet of black roses by your hands, your entire body still shook in fear as you marched down the isle. Seeing Idia with a lovesick stare is making you physically sick and each march of your feet feels like you are marching to your death. Upon seeing you, Idia fell for you even harder and seeing you in such outfit is making him breathless. Every sparkle and flow of the fabric makes him quite dizzy when he saw his beloved in a wedding outfit he prepared just for you.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, my love."

After all, it was a very special outfit indeed, because it was once belonged to his mother/father ever since they got wedded years ago.

You couldn't stop crying, even after you arrived at the alter as the ghost priest carries on with the ceremony. You couldn't feel such emotions anymore other than sadness and fear. You couldn't feel the touch the prince gave you as he held your hand for the entire duration of the wedding. Ortho can sense his brother's excitement and couldn't wait for have another sibling figure in his (undead) life.

And now, the moment you've feared the most is finally here.

"Prince Idia Shroud, will you take (m/c) (l/n) to your lawfully wedded spouse? To love, cherish and protect them for all eternity?"

Idia looks at you in awe but is disappointed when he saw your solemn expression, eyes gazing downwards as if you refuse to even look at him but nonetheless smiled softly and answered the ghost in front of them.

"I do."

"And you, Lady/Lord (m/c) (l/n), will you take his majesty Idia Shroud to your lawfully wedded husband? To love, cherish and to accept him as your one and only true love?"

Silence fills the entire building, your eyes are looking straight towards the door, waiting for your friends to rescue you. You hoped and hoped that at least one of your friends rescue you from the hell of a nightmare you're trapped in. You can feel Idia's patience began to wear off as he grips your hands tightly, his expression contorted from being soft to being pissed off in just a second.

You waited and waited but to no avail.

"I do..."

You breathe and sighed sadly as you finally succumb to this deadly fate. Idia smiled at your answer as he slides a second ring and holds your hands tenderly, his eyes looking awestruck at you. "Before I joined the couple together, sould anyone here present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace."

......

"STOP THE WEDDING!" Epel shouted as the head of the guests turn to see who disrupted the royal wedding. From seeing your friends, a wide smile appeared on your face, shouting for your friends as thanks for rescuing you. On the other hand, the prince was beyond pissed off and angry, angry that his special day was beyond ruined, thank to those mere mortals. "We've come to make an objection that the prince forcefully married this poor human we call our friend!".

You are about to go down the isle when all of the sudden, Ortho stops you with a firm grip on your arm. His brother's hair began to shift to an angry, blazing red as the building shook on how angry their prince has felt. "How..." He spoke, arms shaking. "How DARE YOU DISRUPT MY WEDDING?! DID YOU KNOW THAT IT'S AN INSULT TO ME AND TO MY BELOVED ABOUT DISRUPTING OUR MOMENT?!"

"I'm not even your beloved nor I agree to be your spouse, let me go!" You said, struggling to be free from his brother's clutches but unfortunately, he didn't budge, not even one bit. "Your majesty!" Jack spoke. "Is there anything we could be to let our friend go? Like is there an object or an artifact we can offer to you?" The prince thought for a while then a sinister smirk formed on his face. "How about we play...a game?" Idia disappeared from their view, only to reappear right beside Ace, startling the poor student. "If you beat me in this simple game of mine, I'll let them go, return to their normal life while I return to the underworld without a spouse. Failure of answer and that resulted to (m/c) being my spouse and spend an eternity with me. Now then," He reached out his hand to seal the deal. "Do we have a deal and agree to my terms?"

The entire group contemplated for a while, making eye contact to you and seeing your distress still pushes them to accept the deal. "It's a deal then, prince." He smiled grimly as he began to walk pace by pace, shaking Deuce's hand and placing two of his hands behind his back. "Let's do a simple rock paper scissors with the score of 3. I'm curious to see what kind of tactics you guys up to..."

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Cold. The environment is cold and seems new to you. You couldn't help but to sink deeper into the soft mattress of the bed as the lingering smell of peppermint and lavenders invaded your senses, not to mention the gorgeous attire you put on and how light you felt throughout your whole body.

Wait.

This is quite unusual.

You didn't remember putting on such an attire, not especially when you are asleep

Unless you are married to someone else.

All of the memories that happened came rushing back as you got up from the bed, checking the environment and the room you are confined in. Each and every corner of the room was dark, bits of cobwebs can be seen and the amount of light that shines within the room. You are flabbergasted to say the least.

You got up from the bed to inspect yourself. Still on the expensive and elegant attire when you notice something very unusual about your appearance as you lift you hands in front of your face. Your skin has turned into the color of sadness and ashes. You begin to panic, scrambling to search for a mirror to see what on earth has happened to you.

Upon finding the mirror and see yourself for the first time, a scream erupted from you as you saw your newfound appearance for the first time.

From your screams, Idia came rushing from the door alongside with his younger brother. He found you, caught you in just a second after you fell on your knees due to your shock. Tears streaming from your bluish grey-like skin, continuously wrapping your hands around your face to check if you are hallucinating or not.

It turns out you didn't.

"Sweetheart!!" The ghost prince exclaimed, carrying your body towards the bed after he caught you from the fall. "Don't stand just yet my love. You aren't used yet being a ghost."

"....A ghost?"

Idia nodded, kissing your head. "Yes sweetie, a ghost. We just got married, remember? Now we belong in each other's side, ruling alongside me in the underworld as my spouse." His younger brother jumped up and down from excitement and hugged the both of you. "You look really good as a ghost, (m/c) san and I do hope that we got the time to spend some time together as my (in-law) sibling!" You on the other hand, still stiff as a wooden board, is still processing on what happened.

And you remembered it all, all the memories you remembered in the living realm before your life was taken by him.

"You cheating prick!! I didn't know you have the ability to read people's minds!!" Idia chuckled, gripping you closer towards him while the guards took them away from the two of you. "The rules didn't specify that I could use such powers to win the game? Remember?" Deuce can feel his delinquent sona began to resurface, his anger and wrath basically wrapped him like a blanket, knowing that the prince cheated from his own game.

"Now that I win the game," Idia turns to face you. "It's time for me to claim the price." His face has gotten closer and closer towards your own. You felt his excitement from his breathing alone and from the smirk he had on his face. "You may now kiss your spouse.."

"(M/C) NOOO!!"

The ghost prince kissed you in front of your friends and felt cold all of the sudden. You whispered Deuce's name for the last time, tumbling down downwards, finally closing your eyes as the beating of your heart took it's last beat before you died within their sight.

Their screams of sadness and anguish filled the entire building. Their feelings of agony and pain had turned into pure wrath. They failed to save their only friend and began to felt the guilt that they could do so much better for you. Idia reached down to your lifeless body and picked up your spirit from your physical form, carrying you in bridal style, smiling lovingly at your sleeping form. He kissed your lips for a second time before he left your body for the others to bury it.

"The kingdom awaits for you, my love. Rest well, for when you wake up, we have lots and lots of adjustment to amend to."

"Y-you..." At this point, your eyes are blown out, pushing Idia and his younger brother away from you.

"You killed me.."

"Sweetie, listen to me-"

"Dragging me here into the deep depths of this....hellish hole, stuck with you two for all eternity...."

"This is the only way for the two of us to be together!"

"And thinking that I'll be accepting with this new life of mine just because I've married and becoming a ghost like you. You are sick to think that I'll accept you as my husband!"

"I DID ALL OF THAT IS BECAUSE I'VE LOVED YOU!!"

You became quiet from the sudden outburst. Idia heaved heavily from his sudden burst of anger. Ortho came by his side to console his older brother.

"I-I am so sorry love, it's just that I've been lonely for quite sometime and seeing you for the first time is like being alive again. Can you at least open your heart a bit for us? Your newfound family?"

You scoffed and turned away from him.

"Well too bad, you will endure this kind of suffering. As long I'm married to you, I'm be making your lives a miserable one."

He just kept quiet. His eyes kept on looking at you as if he was a kicked puppy. "(m/c) I-" You swatted your hand away. "Go away and leave me alone." Ortho then tried to hug you but you just glared at the poor teenager, sending him off towards the door as tears began to appear on his face. Idia then followed pursuit, gripping the doorknob and kept on staring at you. Once again, your eyes gave a sharp and angry look towards him.

Before he left, he gave you one finale talk before he makes arrangements for your next garments to the dinner party his parents planned for welcoming you to the royal family (God forbid on how he hated attending this kind of event). "Since you're married to me, your last name is now changed into Shroud. I love you and I'll do my best to win your heart like the time I've gave you that ring back in the living realm."

You stared at the ring, still encased on your ring finger as the faint blue light still illuminated on your arm. "As if I'll ever accept you and your sick family. I hate you, I HATE YOU AND THIS HORRID PLACE!"

He sighed, closing the door behind you and locks it. He can still hear your screams of anger and paranoia from the shared bedroom, breaking his heart a bit. Down the hallway, his younger brother is waiting for him, giving him a small pat on his shoulder. "Not to fret, brother. They'll come around soon and realized that being one of us isn't bad." Idia gave him a small smile. "I hope so, Ortho. I do hope so."

And it looks like your entire life is doomed, all because you accepted the ring that could lead to the ultimatum of your once deadly fate;

To be the prince's lover and spouse.

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Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that’s enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I’m going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork​ who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You’ll understand what I mean when you get to Idia’s part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn’t help but scuff. For as long as you’ve been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town’s folk called “fae”- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn’t be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where…

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no…not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. “Fae” you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. “Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are” your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

“Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa– friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!” An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to “just leave”.

“If” the man’s voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave “ my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village.” His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town’s folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

“Help us!”

“save us!”

“Don’t let them take our daughters!”

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager’s faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

“Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!”

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

“This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they’ll still come after us! They’ll still destroy our village! Let’s not be stupid! Let’s find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!”

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

“Sacrifice her!” “Sacrifice her!”

“Sacrifice her!” “Sacrifice her!”

“Sacrifice her!”……………………

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey.  Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words “sacrifice” over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister’s. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage…

A full day….it’s funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn’t show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn’t lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called “wedding”. Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn’t much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you’d ever looked. “Is it almost time” your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. “Please don’t cry sweetheart, we don’t have any more coal to fix your eyes with.” Your aunt’s tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn’t really blame her, she’d gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt’s you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

“Just a few reminders” your sister’s voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. “Remember when the prince…fae…when he..you know…Oh, Lord please tell me he won’t” She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that…that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight…

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

“Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It’s all any man wants to hear.” again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

“Do fae even have…those parts like humans do?” Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. “Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister.”

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. “She’s hardly worthy of the young master!” His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. “It doesn’t matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness” of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male’s voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even…but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. “Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside…” The green-haired male’s voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It’s black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn’t desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. “Don’t be so afraid.” the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. “Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could.” you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy’s past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. “Malleus~” The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you “Say hello to your lovely new wife.” the tall man’s emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile…or maybe it was a smirk? He didn’t seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

“Hello, my darling little wife.”

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent’s footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you’d suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband’s arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

“They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead”

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. “They can’t do that to us!” Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. “We can’t let them!” You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something…something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

“There is a way…”

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie’s tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. “Tell us” someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

“If..” his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

“If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince…” Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince’s name was enough to send chills down people’s spins.

“Then they could, as the newly appointed  princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan.” No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie’s face. “I-” you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

“I know you would say that.”

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn’t have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he’d been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you’d be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For “historical purposes” your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. ‘Historical purposes’ you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who’s prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! “Leona isn’t very classy” the queen sighed in disappear. “He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will” the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

“What’s he like?” you asked soullessly

“Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be”  She didn’t seem to like giving straight answers

“will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather…aggressive at times. Just don’t let his degrading comments get to you. He’s not used to being around people”

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. “No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today’s events” the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn’t a typical human…heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there…

Everything was so bright and loud…

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. “ I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?”

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

“What’s the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~”

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona’s claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

“You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion.”

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one’s flesh. He was dying…this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you’d shed all the tears that you had. He was gone…that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. “How cruel” you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something…or better yet…someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family…

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

“This is all for you my love, all of this is for you”

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it’s mere sound radiated urgency.

“PLEASE HELP ME”

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

“What business do you have?” The man’s voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn’t been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. “My…my…h-hus…lover, my lover is d-dead…o-or rather he is dying….probably fully gone by now…” despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a…well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

“My, love” the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. “This young lady needs Idia’s help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead.”

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. “What will she give him in return” despite her “deteriorating” appearance her voice was like soft silk on one’s skin, melodious and fair.

“Why herself!” This time the man’s voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

“M-myself! What the hell do you mean!”

“It sounds fair” the women agreed “my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!”

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

“Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!”

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn’t fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn’t…well hair! Sure you’d expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

“Idia baby!” His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers “This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!”

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia’s face. To your utter terror, he was…smiling? Could that…look…even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don’t let this…thing…be your future husband!

“It should be easy enough,” His golden gaze landed on you “W-when did…did he die?” it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. “A…A  few…” your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

“So recently…okay that shouldn’t be a p-problem.” He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls “I’ll grab some things and meet you by the front door”

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover’s bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling’s chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He’d lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

“His heart stopped working, I’m guessing from some sort of shock”

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover’s chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

“He just needs a boost” Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened… then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening…even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another…

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

Can you do hcs for the yan! Dorm leaders where their s/o falls into a sleep like death (from a potion, curse, or whatever) so the boys try to give them true love's kiss to wake them up but it doesn't work?

(rubbing hands together) mmm angst heartbreak yes i love it

warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of death

riddle rosehearts

riddle is losing his head when he’s informed his beloved somehow fell to poison- GET THE ANTIDOTE, THEN, SOMEONE...! he curses letting this happen; he should’ve held his darling on a shorter leash, he should’ve kept them under his eye...!

when he hears the only way to wake them is a true love’s kiss, he feels... relieved. hah! how easy- he can do that! his darling... loves him. right? ... RIGHT?

the scream that rips from his throat when his first, second, third kiss does nothing is heard through all campus

how- HOW?! he begins to bawl like a little child, shaking his darling and begging them to wake up, stop playing, leaving sloppy kisses all over their face, as if one of them would wake up

he’s going to have to be dragged away from his darling. riddle cries, screams, clutching his darling as he weeps- why... why won’t it work?! how... did they never love him?!

riddle had been telling himself all along all he did was for their good. keeping them under such strict rules, keeping them to himself; he was just doing his part in making sure they were ok- and yet... and yet after all of that, he hadn’t even earned their true love...?

he feels... lonelier than ever. it’s like he’s a little boy trapped inside his house again, with no hopes or dreams of his own; what does he have left now? his darling, what he valued the most... how is he supposed to even process this?!

he won’t hesitate to have his darling cared for, kept in a glass casket like with the many fair members of royalty who used to succumb to this sort of poisons- however... every once in a while, he’ll try again, kissing them; and every time it doesn’t work, he’s left a bit more of a broken man

leona kingscholar

the rage that flows inside of him almost makes him turn whatever he’s holding into sand the second ruggie alerts him of what happened- hell, he almost turns ruggie into sand just for saying such a thing, but he’s too busy running to his beloved

leona wastes no time. all he has to do to wake his little herbivore up is a kiss? that’s nothing, really. he wants them awake so he can punish them for daring worry him like this; but then...

ah. leona feels a bit weak in the knees as he waits and nothing happens

... his darling needs a true love’s kiss. and it... seems to be he is not the one they love.

a second of silence, then utter chaos. leona is enraged out of his mind- so not even now, is he good enough?! does he not even deserve to love?!

in his fit of rage, he’s close to hurting his darling, but in the end... he can’t. the bitterness in his mouth, the tears streaming down his face; so... in the end, he’s just good for nothing at all

their body, bruised from previous punishments, their face molded into such a calm expression compared to their usual fear and stress... it all feels like it’s mocking him, and yet...

for the first time in a long time, leona kingscholar cannot fall asleep that night. he’s restless: he’d grown used to holding his darling tight, growling at them whenever they dared move too much- and now he’s alone

even with his beloved in this death-like state, leona is possessive to a fault. he will not stand for anyone to gaze upon them; perhaps servants, once he returns home with them- when farena asks, leona will simply say they were cursed. he promises himself he won’t try to awaken them again; he can’t bear to face the truth again, but... on lonely nights, he tries, crushed every time his “true love’s kiss” does nothing

azul ashengrotto

there’s no facade, no act. when he hears of what happened he drops everything and runs to his darling’s side. poison, a true love’s kiss, death like state; it all swirls in his head, and he’s bawling by the time he’s holding his darling’s hand

they’re warm, that and their slowly beating heart the only signal azul hasn’t lost them to death. he takes a deep breath before kissing them, and then

... and then nothing. azul’s body freezes, colder than he’s ever felt in his life before. he tries again, then again- nothing. 

azul cries so hard he feels like he might throw up, desperately clutching his darling as he sobs. why? why won’t it work...?!

in his moment of desperation, he might even yell at his darling’s unconscious body. why won’t they wake up?! is he not their true love?! he’s- he’s all they have! how can they not love him?!

azul feels hopeless, empty. all this time- all he’d been trying to do was make his darling stay, to make them see how much he loved them, and yet- and yet here there was, undeniable proof that despite all his efforts, they’d never been truly his

he’s going to be a wreck. azul’s darling was a pillar for him- controlling them made him feel more in control. he’d bare his emotions to them, holding them close (even when they struggled) and to suddenly not only lose them, but to be forced to accept he wasn’t the person they loved the most...

in his desperation, azul will keep them by his side- in a glass coffin, surrounded by flowers... he knows they aren’t dead, but... they’ll never awaken- not until his kiss wakes them up. he is absolutely unwilling to let another even try to wake them: if his love... if he wasn’t enough to wake them, then... the mere thought of someone else’s kiss being the true love

kalim al-asim

kalim doesn’t even know how to react when he’s told what happened. images of jamil in a coma because of him, poisoned flash through his mind; it’s happening all over again

seeing his darling in such a state is enough to drive him to tears. usually, he’d be overjoyed to see them sleeping so peacefully, because it’d mean they were letting their guards down, trusting the environment he’d placed them in- but in this situation, he almost wishes they’d be grimacing at him or trying to scuttle away- just, anything...!

the only relief in his heart is knowing a true love’s kiss will wake them up- he can do that...! he’s always kissing them; what difference does it make, right? between his tears and his hiccuping, he calms down enough to press a kiss to his darling’s lips

... eh? why didn’t it- maybe he has to do it again?

... or one more time...?

with every kiss that fails to rouse his darling, it’s clear his despair is growing. his hands start shaking, then his body; soon enough he’s all-out sobbing, barely able to stand and unable to keep kissing from the intensity of his crying

how... when did his darling stop loving him...? everything he did was for them; the golden chains, the charmed jewelry, the guards... it wasn’t as if- no, he never wanted to hurt them, he just...! he’d just meant to protect them, so why...?!

kalim is inconsolable. he won’t hesitate to use his money to bring in medics from every corner of the land, from professional doctors to shady healers, but in the end, nothing can be done; they need a true love’s kiss, that’s all that can wake them. and he... as much as he loves them, he can’t give them that

kalim is going to keep by his beloved’s side, even as they sleep. they were always held down by him and his fear of something happening to them combined with his internal impulse to own them- and now, even in their deathlike state, it’ll be that way. having servants bathe and dress them, buying them jewelry and clothes; kalim won’t let go

vil schoenheit

vil knows of what the poison his darling drank does; a potion so similar to the one used by the evil queen in the legends, cursing someone into an eternal sleep:  and yet, able to be broken by a true love’s kiss...

because of this, he doesn’t stress much at first: sure, he’s throwing his usual hissy fits, cursing at the fact such an event even occured: his love potions are carefully crafted and shouldn’t cause harm when mixed with other things, but still...!

vil is fuming as he kisses his beloved: he hates they even allowed this to happen. hasn’t he taught them better than to accept anything other than what he offers them?! he waits for them to open their eyes to berate them

but they just... don’t

vil can feel his blood go cold when nothing happens after the kiss. why is- no, he knows that a true love’s kiss is the antidote; he hasn’t made a mistake, so why...?!

panic wells in his chest as he tries one more time. his lipstick even gets smudged and he can’t bring himself to care- they aren’t waking up. 

it doesn’t take too long for him to shake his darling and try to wake them. are they faking being asleep?! are they trying to fool him?! he knows- he knows they needed a true love’s kiss, they should be awake...!

vil spirals. how... how is he not their true love?! who else could they even see- nobody would ever put as much effort into a relationship as he did! it’s difficult to tell, but those with sharp eyes can notice telltale signs of stress on the model’s face

he isn’t above trying to force love potions or antidotes down his sleeping darling’s throat; something, anything to fix this situation, damnit! 

... but he knows it’s a fool’s errand. the true love’s kiss... he cannot provide. however, this doesn’t mean he’ll let go of his doll: he’ll continue to dress them, clean them, keep them around- they’re still alive, and they’re still his to maintain beautiful

idia shroud

idia already believes misfortune follows him- this is no different, is it...? he’s stressing out and almost pulling out his hair when he finds out what happened

a true love’s kiss... it almost feels like some sort of videogame plot. what a silly thing to have as a cure for this...! a deathlike sleep, eternal, sounds terrifying, but- he... he can do that, right? 

idia is terribly anxious, but he’s internally telling himself he can do this; it’s just a kiss! he’s done- he’s done way more before with them before- and then... and then he’ll save them!

he’s so deluded into thinking he can do this, that when it doesn’t work he just... stands there. tears prick his eyes and his breathing becomes irregular

why why why whywhywhywhywhy is he not their true love- is he not who they love?! HOW- HOW DARE THEY- IT’S THEIR FAULT HE CAN’T WAKE THEM!

idia is so distraught ortho has to step in. the robot child is terrified: not only is his big bro seemingly breaking down, his other parental figure is just- just laying there...? not responding...?!

he shouldn’t be, but he’s... angry at them. this is- this is their fault...! he loves them; so then if... if it’s not working then it’s because they....! the thought makes him feel like he can’t breathe

although... he can’t help but cackle as he cries at the realization they’re at his mercy now. oh, they’re asleep forever now... and in his grasp. as much as he’s despairing, he’s also laughing at the irony: they hated him enough to do this, right?! and now they’re at his mercy!

idia has no real ethical code when it comes to magic or machine building; he’s a prodigy and a genius. it can take time, but... he’s dead set on bringing his beloved back; if their human body is asleep... can’t he just build a new one?

malleus draconia

the lands are ravaged with storms as malleus’ rage swells when the news is broken to him. this is- this was the last thing that was supposed to happen, and yet...! his anger is palpable, air crackling with electricity and magic as lilia tries to calm him

malleus is so deeply attached to his darling. they’re his most precious jewel, the one thing that grounds him and keeps him working- seeing them laying down, eyes closed, the only clue they live being their breathing... it brings a bitter taste to his mouth as he rushes to their side

malleus is quite used to charming his darling to sleep in order to keep them under control- but this is different. he isn’t in control here; he can’t wake them with a wave of his wand... but... a true love’s kiss is what he needs, right?

malleus kisses them and waits. he waits for a while- perhaps... it needs time? it’s clear he’s stressing when minutes go by and nothing occurs. he’s a patient man, but this is... he can’t just wait for so long, this is- this is different!

continued attempts reap no result, and malleus’ despair and rage is growing. angering someone as powerful as malleus is always a dangerous game, but when it’s involving his darling...?

it’s clear malleus is just absolutely heartbroken. he understands; he... is not his darling’s true love. that’s it, isn’t it? it hurts; his anger and heartbreak are palpable

however... malleus isn’t just taking this as is. he won’t hesitate to try to use all of his power to reverse this; they’re his, and he will get them back- and even while he waits, he’ll keep them like a dragon guarding his hoard, despite the heartache threatening to make him lose control again

Headcanons for the Yandere! Dorm leaders throwing a birthday party for f!MC since is her first birthday in Twisted Wonderland and at the end of the party she kiss them on their cheek and telling them that their the best friend she could ever ask for (she doesn't know that their yandere for them). You are the best writer ❤️

warnings: general yandere themes

riddle rosehearts

riddle is... so conflicted

he’s been tossing and turning every night, trying to push down the dark and honestly just wrong, evil emotions he feels when he sees his crush- even during the party, it’s difficult to not snap at others when they get too close...

in one hand, getting a kiss from them makes him melt. riddle has received so little physical affection in his life, that having someone he loves so so so much kiss his cheek is absolute paradise

and then... he’s suddenly sent back to earth. ah. a friend- of course. he clenches his fists and just goes silent. logically, he understands: he hasn’t confessed, but...

it’s clear to everyone riddle just leaves in a foul mood after that, but everyone chalks it up to him being flustered from the kiss. little do they all know, he’s trying his best to not blow up; DOESN’T SHE GET IT?! he set up this whole party for them, the best party she’d ever have- he got them a beautiful gift, so why...! DOESN’T SHE  REALIZE?! he isn’t trying to befriend them; he wants their heart...!

from then on, riddle will begin to be much more clear with his intentions. he’ll act almost as if he was already dating his crush, intimidating heartslabyul students (and other dorms’ students if he has to) from getting too close, monopolizing their time with tea parties and such; and when he confesses, he better hear a yes, or he might have a “little outburst”

leona kingscholar

leona can’t even believe he put the effort into this- personally, he’d be pissed if for his birthday, someone tried to pull all the celebrations his dorm had set up (with his help), but... well, seeing his crush having fun and enjoying the traditional afterglow savannah-style celebration makes it almost worth it

of course, everyone is on their best behaviour. even dancing or goofing off, it’s clear the usually rowdy and enthusiastic savanaclaw students are keeping their distance from the special guest

... because they’d been thoroughly warned by leona to not try any shit. his crush is his, his prey, his target; leona isn’t very subtle about it at all, not with his flirting and teasing

which makes it all the more infuriating when his little herbivore presses a kiss to his cheek and then calls him a friend

leona has no hesitation in growling and pressing them against his chest, face inches away from them, even as he watches them panic and ask what’s going on

does she think he’d go through all of this for just anyone, huh? he could be resting now, but instead he chose to go through all the trouble to set up a birthday party of all things- are herbivores really that dense?

he has no shame on just kissing them right then and there, whether they want to or not. it’s not like anyone from his dorm is going to intervene: they’ve been all thoroughly warned to not get between a lion and his prey- and leona’s got his prey right in his hands

azul ashengrotto

azul has been doing all he can to not fuck this up. he knows that every time he hangs out with his new best friend he acts a bit odd- bits and pieces of his smooth attitude broken by the swirling emotions in his chest, the desire to just take them and hide them away that he can’t seem to push away...

he’s more than happy to celebrate their birthday in the monstro lounge. really, he’ll make it their best birthday! azul has no shame in hooking some poor souls into contracts so they have to work to decorate the lounge from top to bottom just for his crush’s birthday

... so why.... why... after all his effort- not just now, but all the effort he’s put into making himself look like the best possible option... is he being pushed back to being a friend...?

even though azul has become quite good at masking sadness over the years, it’s clear that after his crush says that, he’s... not right. he’ll end up leaving early to just bawl, reduced to a crybaby octopus again

oh, but once he’s gotten all those tears out, azul will steel himself. he has to take a different approach, it seems- his passive and friendly role isn’t working, is it?

so maybe it’s time he takes a more forceful approach to this budding relationship. the people up here in the land do say ‘love blooms in adversity’, don’t they? he’s sure his darling will come around; he just has to be... a bit more persuasive, hook them in and keep them to himself

kalim al-asim

is it truly kalim if he’s not throwing a party? kalim spares no expenses for his crush’s birthday party- parades of elephants and dancers, live entertainment, cooks from all over the world, the finest ingredients money can buy; not to mention the gifts, things so expensive they’re worth more than the entire contents of the scarabia’s treasury

although others see kalim as a kind but ultimately airheaded boy, they’d be impressed at how good he’s at just... hiding his feelings. he’s been through a lot in his life- poisoning attempts, kidnappings, threats of assassination... so something as silly as hiding his crush on his close friend?

he can do that with his hands tied! besides, he’s a naturally affectionate guy, so nobody really suspects anything when he acts a bit romantically to his crush- not even his crush realizes

kalim’s joy over being kissed on the cheek is crushed slightly when the words “you’re the best friend i could ask for” sink in- although that’s not enough to crush his spirit

friends... well, that’s something! all relationships have to start somewhere, right...? he just needs to make his intentions clearer! kalim is sure he’s in love; that’s what that swirling, dark emotion in his chest is, right? those impulses telling him to keep his darling, to lock them away like the finest treasure- to take, take what he wants with no regards for anyone else...

his crush better be ready, because after this, kalim will become quite... forceful. he isn’t used to having something he wants that he cannot just immediately have- and he wants his crush to be his, entirely his

vil schoenheit

a party planned by vil is, in essence, the fanciest and prettiest party one will ever see. pomefiore is already like an old french castle, perfectly maintained and filled to the brim with beautiful people, all doing exactly as vil says

he’s known for a while that he’s in love with the odd magicless student- at first, he was aghast. how could he fall for such a lost and weak little potato?! but every second he spent with his crush, he could feel it; potential, beauty... already so precious, it almost sparked jealousy in him- he needs to make that beauty and potential bloom, and he’ll make it happen- he’ll turn that little potato into his own beautiful porcelain doll

when vil is kissed on the cheek, he doesn’t even have time to bitch about his concealer- the words are ringing in his ears. so... he’s the best friend one could ask for...?

vil feels like screaming in rage, but he allows the party to end peacefully and bids his crush goodbye- although it’s clear rook can tell that the queen of pomefiore is about to have a drama fit once the doors are closed

vil is outraged. how dare- how dare the one he loves not see his beauty?! friendship isn’t what he is aiming for: he needs more than friendship, he needs love, he needs for his beloved to be desperately in love with him too...! he feels like an idiot, pining for someone who claims to see him as a friend- and he hates it

he knows that everything requires effort. there’s no cheat to be instantly beautiful or smart; everything he has, he’s worked painstakingly hard for. but.... but- he’s worked so hard- so, so hard...! so he sees no problem in taking what some would see as the easy route

the next time he offers his crush a smoothie, he’s barely able to hold back his smirk; let’s see if he’s still “the best friend ever” once there’s potent and fast acting love potion brewed by himself coursing through his beloved’s body

idia shroud

admittedly, he thinks the party is a little shitty. it’s just him and ortho and his crush, playing board games and videogames. he’s... more than ashamed he couldn’t set up a real party, but... the thought of filling the ignihyde common room with all of the socially awkward ignihyde students and some loud people from outside, the crowds, the- agh!

having his crush so close is... almost difficult to handle for him

his heart keeps screaming out at him, the impulse to hold his beloved in his arms, to hug, to kiss, close the locks in his room- it’s not like a magicless student really needs to be attending classes...! he can- he can keep his crush in his room, all to himself-

it’s just... so hard to hold back all those emotions. they’re wrong, he’s a freak for thinking that, and he knows it, and yet... he can’t stop thinking about how much he wants to just keep his crush in, to shower his beloved with all the heartachingly sweet love he can barely hold back

a kiss on the cheek sends him into a frenzy. that’s- he’s...! idia barely has contact with other people; one little kiss is enough to send him into overdrive

........ but then....... he’s pushed back....

friendship... he thinks he should be happy- his crush thinks he’s an amazing friend! not a freak or a weirdo! but that’s... no, it’s not enough. the greedy little voice in his heart keeps whispering darkly; friendship isn’t nearly enough, is it? he wants more; he wants to claim his crush as his, to own, to keep...

even after this, though, idia will take awhile to truly make a move. he’s terribly scared he’ll fuck up and scare his crush away; his heart couldn’t possibly take that. instead, he’ll keep organizing videogame nights, bringing his crush to his room, doing his best to grow closer to her

... and one day, he simply won’t let her go

malleus draconia

even though malleus might try to keep acting somber and dark, it’s clear to everyone the dark fae is over the moon planning a birthday party for his friend. it’s understandable; malleus has four friends, three of which are technically his guards. 

lilia and silver can probably tell malleus has a crush on the human he hosts the party for quite easily; with how he trails after her like a lost puppy, trying to get her attention and such. they make sure sebek doesn’t get in the way

when the party’s ending and he receives a kiss on the cheek, malleus feels like he might accidentally set something on fire. he’s never- he’s never been kissed before (not counting goodnight forehead kisses from lilia back when he was a baby); he feels like in his absolute joy he might let magic lose

however... malleus heart shrivels at being called a friend. even when the party ends and his crush goes back to her dorm, he can’t find peace- he tells himself he should be happy, and yet...!

malleus doesn’t want to consult lilia on this matter. he feels... childish and immature- but the emotions lurking in him are nothing of the sort. his draconic instincts tell him to keep, to take his beloved and keep them in his hoard; mixing the desire to possess with the desire to love

he’ll begin to drop hints at something darker going on from there on every time he meets with his friend. they’re vague enough that she won’t realize what he’s talking about- but he means every word he says

to his crush, it might feel like his confession comes out of nowhere- it’s just another of their nightly walks, nothing out of the usual, other than the fact the tall fae has just confessed his undying love to them. it’s... sudden, it’s too intense, but... in the end, they better say yes; after all, malleus is set on his decision- they’re his, and he’ll make them see he won’t stand to being seen as just a friend.