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Hello! Can I get a HC where yandere Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel and Malleus reaction when they discover that MC (crush) has a other secret admirer? How would they be when they saw MC happy with a gift from this other admirer? Thanks and I looove your writing 💕

riddle rosehearts

his blood boils when he sees his crush happily gushing to their friends about the “secret admirer” who left a gift on their desk- how dare someone do that?! that’s riddle’s crush, not for anyone else!

if his darling hasn’t opened the gift yet, he’ll try to distract them so they maybe forget about it. he’ll act cordially and as regal as he usually does, striking up conversation to try and take their mind off the damn gift

he isn’t dumb, though. he knows he can’t steal the gift- he isn’t sneaky enough, and his darling would surely suspect him. it makes him incredibly mad, but he knows his limitations

he’ll be very annoyed at the whole thing. not only does he have someone competing with him for his beloved’s affections, they’re trying to win them over with material gifts?! that’s so distasteful- riddle will try to hurry up his courting, inviting his darling for every unbirthday party

he’ll also leave anonymous gifts, but it’s no secret who they’re from, judging by the neat pensmanship and the rose + heart motifs. he’s silently daring his rival to try and one-up him; go ahead, try to get closer, riddle won’t have any mercy once he finds out who it is that’s trying to take his crush from him

he might also hurry and confess; he can’t take any risk, after all. he has to show this damn rival of his to not mess with the queen of hearts and his belongings.

ruggie bucchi

he’d roll his eyes and huff when he heard about how his crush received an anonymous gift from an admirer. jeez, what is that person, a little kid on the playground trying to impress their crush with flowers they picked or something? ruggie is thoroughly annoyed at this person

his darling sure seems excited about this gift from some rando- it sure would be a shame if it went missing, wouldn’t it...?

well, if they liked it so much they should’ve taken better care of it! that’s what ruggie tells himself when he silently swipes the unopened gift from his darling’s backpack

oh, he has no problem repackaging the gift if he likes it and giving it to his darling in person, he really doesn’t. he pops up with some cheesy generic line- “oh, i heard someone took the gift you got yesterday, and i felt so bad i got you something! it’s not much, but here” and suddenly he’s the hero!

he so hopes the bastard secret admirer is watching as he re-gifts their gift. after all, they’d be the only ones who could tell what ruggie had done, and he has no regrets. hey, it’s a dog eat dog world, if he doesn’t make his moves then what if he loses his crush to some random weirdo?

this secret admirer can try to send letters and gifts all they want- ruggie has no trouble intercepting them. really, this bunch of nobles and rich people in nrc are all talk and no show! if this coward wanted to woo ruggie’s crush, they should do it in person; but if they’re sooo shy, ruggie will keep using all their gifts for his favour until he confesses. suck it, secret admirer! his darling never even knew they had another admirer other than ruggie.

azul ashengrotto

so that’s how it is? well, he can’t blame whoever’s also fallen for the one he likes; they are a pearl amongst the darkness of nrc, after all. but... they’re his! sure, he hasn’t confessed yet; he hasn’t had the time to properly get his darling to love him too, but...! they’re his!

when the tweels tell him about how this rival admirer left a little gift for azul’s beloved in their dorm, and about how happy they seemed... azul seethes

but more than seethes, he panics internally. he’s still very aware that his overblot exposed his more pathetic side to people; what if his darling now thinks he’s some good for nothing crybaby and they end up going for this secret admirer?! the thought makes him want to go cry in his room, but instead, he steels himself

a secret admirer might be charming, but... is there anything more charming to the surface dwellers than a gentleman who takes his beloved on fancy food dates and covers the bill? he’s going to swoop in and give his darling the best date of their lives at monstro lounge

he’ll also send the tweels to track down who is trying to get his darlings from the shadows; there’ll be no more anonymous gifts in a long time, not when the tweels “accidentally” break this little admirer’s hands

kalim al-asim

aah, he understands why someone would want to give his crush a secret gift- they’re so beautiful, he understands! but... aw, he wants them! 

kalim is absolutely not used to having someone try to take away something he wants, so he’s going to respond immediately with aggravation. 

whatever little gift or letter the secret admirer sends, kalim gives to his darling tenfold. a flower on their desk? kalim buys out a whole flower shop and has it delivered to his darling’s dorm. a small love poem taped on their notebook? kalim has the land’s most renowned musicians come and sing beautiful words for his darling in the schoolyard. 

there’s no winning; kalim has pretty much unlimited funds, and he makes sure to attach his name to all his gifts. his darling will be so overwhelmed by kalim’s extravagant gifts, that the little anonymous admirer will be left in the dust

luckily, kalim won’t try to have anyone track down the secret admirer: as long as they understand the one kalim loves is out of bounds, it’s ok! just don’t go for what kalim already owns, ok?

epel felmier

oooh, he hates it. he has to hear rook go on and on about how ~romantic~ it is that epel’s crush got a gift from a secret admirer, about how beautiful and lovely it is and blah blah. god! it drives him insane

it’s like his dorm leader and vice dorm leader are rubbing salt on the wound that he has to compete for his crush, having to hear about what a romantic gesture the gift was. 

epel doesn’t want to be a secret admirer! he’s a man, damnit, and he’ll show himself face to face! ... augh, but he doesn’t want to confess just yet... still, he’ll give his beloved gifts of beautifully carved apples, trying to one-up the secret admirer

isn’t he braver for showing his face? he is, right? surely his darling will appreciate that! 

... if the secret admirer keeps sending gifts and letters, epel might turn to rook in a moment of desperation. surely, a master hunter like him could help him do a stakeout to find out who it is leaving those damn gifts, right...? 

once epel finds the secret admirer, it’s a short while before they mysteriously fall sick. not enough to kill them, but enough for them to understand what happened. the message epel is sending is clear- back away. he had his eyes on his darling first, so don’t even try

malleus draconia

finding out someone else has their eyes on the one he loves leaves a bitter taste on his mouth. of course, he understands why people would cherish someone as sweet as his beloved, but...

even though he hasn’t confessed, he feels a deep attachment to his crush; he wants them, wants to keep them, his draconic instincts telling him to hoard that which he likes

hearing that this other person who’s after his darling’s heart has sent them an anonymous gift to them makes him seethe- they are his. HIS!

malleus has no hesitation in sabotaging the gift; placing a curse on it and then warning his darling about the “danger” of the gift, and of course, once a teacher checks it, they’ll confirm it is indeed cursed! oh no!

good luck to the secret admirer: trying to avoid being found by sebek, silver, AND lilia is impossible. they will find them- and then, they’ll let malleus do whatever he feels they deserve

he wants to court his darling at his own pace, without anyone putting pressure on his back- getting rid of this secret admirer is simply what he had to, wasn’t it?

Ahhh, thanks for that work of art with the beautiful Eliza! If nobody wants to marry her, I will happily marry! Let's be happy in the realm of the dead

💍Even In Death, We Shall Love //Yandere! Eliza X Reader//💍

This lovely GIF was made by the amazing @flowerofthemoonworld​ !!

I love our new Ghost Girl, Eliza!! I’m totally going to write much more for her very very soon

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Icy beads of sweat were rolling over the sides of your face. You could feel every eye in the room peering at you, watching your every movement. There was a faint whispering blowing through the crowd or maybe it was the chubbier ghost mumbling as he read off a decaying book. Either way, the murmurs blew over you causing packs of goosebumps to spring over your skin. This was wrong…all of this was too wrong. A faint dying noise in the background began to amplify. It’s screechy, sizzling cacophony rang in your ears causing you to cringe. It took a moment before the buzzing static turned to comprehensible words. 

“You may now kiss the–”

Something sharp wrapped around your arms, digging into your tender flesh, scraping past the skin, and nesting into your muscles. You came to let out a cry of pain. When something equally cold brushed clumsily against your dry lips. It was bloodless and chilly, like icicles drilling into your plump lips. A kiss of death you realized, as you cracked open one eye nervously. You scanned Eliza’s pale purple face. Despite her closed eyelids, you could still see how an expression of pure ecstasy was painted over her visage. You could feel your heart speeding up, pounding against your rib cage with an unsteady rhythm. 

Boom, dup dup, dup, dup dup, boom, boom, dup ( I actually looked up the sound a heart makes) 

There was something bitter about the way Eliza pushed her body against yours, something suffocating, like invisible chains that slithered around your neck wrapping all so tightly that no breath dared pass through your mouth. Everything in that dreadful moment felt unstable like the whole world was melting away. One second you were plagued with an endless shiver, the next you where evaporating under a sicking heat. Was it Eliza? Or rather her ghostly presence that was causing this unsteady shift in the atmosphere, was it just your brain playing a trick on you, laughing at your distress as your nerves grilled away?

EVERYTHING WAS WRONG!

When Eliza finally pulled away you felt a tiny wave of serenity wash over you. “Eliza dear” a gritty creaky voice spoke out from somewhere across the room. You didn’t dare to attempt to sneak a peek at who it was. Instead, your eyes remained glued on your new “wife”. Her smile splitting ever larger as she pulled you close whilst nodding suspiciously.

“Oh, darling” she uttered as she cradled your face in her silk-covered hands. Her thumbs traced invisible trails over your damp skin. “You’ll love the realm of the dead! It’s all so amicable and intangible. Everything feels so cozy and now with you at my side, we can live out the rest of eternity in our own little homey castle! It’s better than any nightmare!” Unlike the other ghosts, Eliza’s voice was clear and smooth, smelling of lavenders and the freshness of early summer when she spoke. It was hard to believe that such a lively voice belonged to the princess of the dead. A tragic female fatal that had die eons before your ancestors were born.

The once brightly lighten cafeteria began to fade into black. The once sturdy ground keeping you up cracked under your feet transforming into rubble shards. Each tiny fragment disappeared into the darkness of the dying room. Eliza’s arms dropped from your face, slowly running them down to your waist. She hugged you close, burying her unlively face in your chest. The two of you were falling, falling down an endless spiral of darkness. Trapped and bounded together.

In a haze, you didn’t notice when your back landed against a sandy solid terrain. Barely feeling the impact, instead, your eyes linger on Eliza who laid atop of you, nuzzling her smiling face deeper.

Gradually you pushed yourself into a sitting position, watching as Eliza followed your gestures straddling your waist and looking at you with such an expression you had never seen before. It was like someone had lifted the earth’s weight off her shoulders. Her body was relaxed almost like putty in your hands as you instinctively placed your hands on her hips.

“We’re finally together my love! All these years I’ve searched for you! We’ll stay here for the rest of forever. In the land of the dead rotting together as the happiest couple!”

After 500 years of searching the Ghost Bride had finally found her one true love!

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Tagging: @ghostiebabey​ , @delusional-obsessions​ and @twstpasta​ who are also huge lovers of this wonderful Ghost Girl!!

Yay!!! Requests are open! I hope you dont mind if I ask a few! Can you make hc Of the yandere octavinelle boys who accidently turns into kids and the fem darling they who usually avoids them has their mother mode on, constantly pampering them, doting on them caring and taking care. Can you also do what happens when they turn back to normal and remember everything? And can you do it separated and together the characters? Thank you 😁

ya i got u bb! enjoy!

Azul expected nothing short of a nightmare when he woke up to find out that he had turned into a child. It’s embarrassing, and he hates it with his entire soul. What he doesn’t expect, however, is for you to find him cute and pity him, to the point that you welcome him into your arms.

He adores it. He laps up the attention and absolutely refuses to step away from you. You just think you’re being a good person by pretending to be a maternal figure, and you take his clinginess as validation that you’re doing a good job.

When he turns back, his clinginess won’t stop. He’ll smoothly remark about what a doting person you were. There’s no need to be so cold to him now, isn’t there? After all, he’s felt first-hand how much of a warm person you actually are.

Your mistake was being kind to him. He might have been deterred if you had constantly shown him the cold shoulder, but knowing that you have the capability to love him makes his advances all the more crazed. There’s no telling what lengths he’ll go to to get that warmth back.

Our dearest Jade is an opportunist, and being transformed into a child is the perfect chance to wiggle his way into your graces. He’s going to wield this new form of his to the max. He’s going to make himself as vulnerable as he can to get close to you.

He’ll want you to do everything. Feed him while calling him cute nicknames, cradle him in your arms while he throws a fake tantrum just to get you to hold him, hold your hands at any given moment... He’s a cunning one, and he’s going to make the most of this.

Once he turns back, he corners you fast. Surprise, surprise, he remembers it all! He’s shaking with delight at seeing your horrified face; my, you never fail to surprise him with your reactions!

He’ll have many plans for the two of you once you’re in his grasp. He never knew you had such a warm, maternal side, and he’ll be very happy to put that to good use once the two of you have kids of your own.

Other than size, nothing changes much for Floyd. Like always, the first thing he does is hunt you down, and he’s in for a surprise when you pick him up and ask him why he’s a toddler. He doesn’t care; he’s too happy at the fact that you even acknowledged him!

Like Jade, he’ll be a demanding little boy. He isn’t going to go to bed unless you crawl in with him, and he isn’t going to put on his clothes unless you dress him! He’ll smile and giggle sweetly when you oblige; little do you know that he knows perfectly well what he’s doing.

When he turns back, he’s going to be crazed for your love. He’ll hunt you down and squeeze you tightly, calling you cute and purring about how much of an adorable mom you were! Also like Jade, he’ll remark about how he can’t wait to have his own little ones with you; you’ll be a great mother!

If you push him away, he won’t be happy. Why are you being mean? Are you going to hurt him with the same hands that brushed his hair? Dear Shrimpy, you should know better! He’ll laugh loudly and pull you close before whispering a warning. It’s not good for soon-to-be mothers to be so stressed!

If all three of them turn into little babies, you can bet that they’re gonna team up. Three devious little minds, all with one goal. You won’t stand a chance. They’ll put on their best acting to get you to pity them and agree to take care of them.

They’ll all compete to gain your attention. You’ll just think they’re just being fussy babies, but in reality, they’re trying to be the one to steal your heart. From puppy eyes to tantrums, you’ll have your hands full with trying to wrangle them.

All three will also resort to teaming up once they turn back. They’ll compromise; trying to compete might open up holes for you to escape. And we can’t have that happening now, right? It would be a waste of such hard work...

They’ll want you to be as equally doting as when you were when they were kids. They think it’s cute, watching you blush as they invite you into the bath. You had no complaints when they were small; why be shy now? You should agree while they’re using their nice voices, lest you end up at the mercy of their unrestrained anger.

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Hi! May I request a yandere Azul with the yandere prompt number 06, please? Thank you~

♡ Azul Ashengrotto ♡

His gloved fingers continued to stroke your hair endlessly as your head was placed on his lap, the dim room just bearly providing any light for you to stay awake. Azul's voice felt so distant, so unreal, to the point that you weren't even sure if it was him who you were talking to not too long ago. No matter the time or place, Azul was your source of comfort and safety - he made sure of that.

Yes, he had done a lot of work in order to be where he is, but it was finally paying off. By now you clung on to him as if he was your life support, the one person who was able to help you escape the darkness. Terrible loneliness and sorrow filled your once pure heart and the cracks were finally starting to show. He planned this, all of this, and you were finally falling for his trap.

You were falling for him.

Azul, he... He just wanted to keep you, to keep you safe, by his side, for the rest of eternity. He was always such a greedy little creature, always keeping his most beloved possessions close, including you.

“I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I’d go to prove that to you.” he whispers to himself as tears prick his eyes, the maniacal grin plastered on his face.

He had you just where he wanted you to be.

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Hi! Stoked about TW finally coming out! Could I have reaction headcannons for yandere Azul, Leona, Jade, Floyd, and Ruggie? How would they react to finding their darling that escaped them a few years ago only to realize they have a child (they are the father and that's possibly reason for their escape)?

Coolio concept!!!! Hope you like these ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ I left the child’s gender neutral, so you lovely readers could decide on your preference.

•Azul can vividly remember the day that you vanished. It hadn’t left his mind since they very day it happened, and it feels like yesterday to him. The pain is still there, it’s very real- and he’s been distraught and inconsolable since you disappeared. He’s become extremely cold and calculated, using everything he could to hunt you down, but nothing came up. A few days had become a few weeks, which turned into a few months, which turned into a few years. He felt empty without you, and he simply hadn’t been the same since.

•When he does hear about you whereabouts, though, Azul’s heart just about stops. Jade reported someone that looked exactly like you, living in a small village, extremely far inland. Nowhere near the sea, not even near a river or lake- instead it’s high in the mountains, where you thought nobody would ever find you. Azul drops everything that instant to go and see you himself- if it really is you, then you’re come back with him. Now.

•Azul sees you again from a distance, so joyful, glowing and smiling brightly, and his heart just about stops beating. He nearly cries, all of his bottled up feelings hitting him at once. He missed you more than you could even fathom, and you’re here. You’ve been here all this- …why is there a young child with you?

•At first, Azul is pissed. Seeing you holding on to the kid’s hand, who looks about three, hearing them call you ‘mom’- he’s not even paying attention to the appearance at first, thinking that you must have run away for someone else and had a child with that person, but then he sees it. Wavy, silvery hair. Your eyes. Beauty mark below their lip. This child is… eerily similar to him. That, of course, is when it clicks; this is his child. You didn’t just run away alone- you took his child with you. Your child. He’s a father.

•Azul approaches you with a smile, taking your wrist before you notice him. Your blood turns into ice when you see him there, like some kind of nightmare sprung to life, but he’s completely serene on the outside. Your child barely even notices how terrified you are, instead only noticing “hey mister, you look like me!” while Azul just happily states that he’s their father and has come to take you both back home. He takes you away from your little hideaway that instant, the intense grip on your wrist letting you know that you aren’t going anywhere. He is going to have recount word for word why you left, and everything he’s missed while you were gone. He’s not missing another second of your life, of your child’s.

•He is going to love his child, no matter what. They’ll be so spoiled and adored, they’ll never notice just how unhappy you are with their father; or how strange it is that he didn’t even let you go back for your things, or even leave your new home. They’ll just end up loving Azul, and he ends up being a surprisingly sweet father- it’d be nice if you weren’t stuck with him. Don’t expect to get away now, though. Azul isn’t letting even leave the house anymore, and will be very, very protective now that you have a child together. You’re a family now- and he isn’t going to let you rip that family apart.

•“My dear angelfish, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

•How you even pulled this off is a mystery of it’s own, but regardless, Jade is intitally calm at your escape. Nobody but Azul and Floyd will notice how tense he’s getting over time, growing more and more aggravated as he is continuously unable to locate you. But he’ll do it eventually, and you best be ready when he does- because it’s going to be rough when he does.

•You’ll likely have been moving constantly to try and keep away from Jade. Never staying in one place for too long, moving on to the next, trying desperately not to leave a trail while caring for the little one. But one day, you drift a bit too close to the northern beaches connecting to the Coral Sea while travelling; and it’s Floyd that spots you from the water, with a child no older than two in your arms. He tells Jade in an instant, who’s at the surface within the hour. He stalks you until nightfall, without you getting even the slightest hint that something is off on your end.

•The second Jade lays his eyes on the child, he knows he’s the father. The razor sharp teeth when they yawn? Mismatched eyes, one yellow and one eye matching yours? Yeah, it’s a dead giveaway. He could almost laugh, really, putting two and two together very quickly. You ran away because of this one… well, playtime’s over. It’s time to come back now.

•Once you stop to rest, and you and your child are fast asleep, that’s when Jade strikes. A little spell to extend you and the young one’s slumber, picking you both up and taking you right back ‘home’. Your things come with you, but he’ll confiscate anything you don’t need- like sentimental items- and hold them hostage until you earn them back.

•Jade makes sure his child wakes up first, so he can ‘explain’ everything before you can, as well and spend some time with them. He’s rather fond of them quite quickly- they remind him so much of you- and you’ll probably wake up to see Jade holding your child in his arms, running a hand through their hair while smiling at you. But the smile isn’t a pleasant one; it sends shivers down your spine, and reeks of danger. If his presence and your capture wasn’t enough to shake you to your core, then the look on his face most certainly will. He’ll ask you what happened, he’ll listen to your excuses. But it won’t change your fate- you aren’t leaving again. Especially not with your child in tow too.

•“Why don’t you start explaining from the beginning, my little anemone?”

•You have singlehanded pissed off Floyd for years by doing this. His good moods become next to impossible to come by, and he’s beyond inconsolable without you. He’s angry, he’s depressed, Floyd doesn’t even know what to do. The most important person in his life is just gone, his precious shrimpy is just gone, how is he ever supposed to be happy now? He doesn’t feel like doing anything, and he’s more brutal and violent than usual while working for Azul. Honestly, it’s the two of them that start hunting you down, because Floyd’s too angry to even bother. He wants you back, but his time is consumed with venting by “squeezing” poor souls to make him even more upset.

•Floyd’s mood genuinely brightens for the first time since your disappearance the very second that Jade comes in, saying he saw you. Floyd doesn’t wait a single second- he has Jade tell him where you are, and he’s there in an instant. There is almost zero time between the moment he hears “(y/n)’s been spotted” and the moment he’s right where you are.

•There is also zero time in between seeing you and hugging you. Floyd runs up and tackles you the absolute second he sees you, his hug almost bone-crushing. Intentionally so, it’s part threat. In truth, he doesn’t even notice the small child at first, and it’s only when he hears a small voice ask “who’s that?” when he stops and looks down at them. The moment he does though, he is grinning from ear to ear. The hair, the eyes, the teeth- it’s all identical to him. Just guessing the age by the looks of them too… well, he’s got it figured out within a few moments.

•He picks up the kid and twirls them around, hugging them, excitedly talking about how he’s their dad and how incredibly happy he is to see them! Honestly, he’s so incredibly happy about it, you might even be fooled into thinking that he’s fine. It’s almost cute, even, but you’ll snap out of the second he gets a death grip to your wrist and drags you right back from whence he came. The entire way, Floyd is getting to know the little one, anxious to introduce them to Azul and their uncle Jade. If his child is anywhere near as chaotic as he is, they’re probably excited out of their mind, to tell the truth.

•Everything seems like such a sweet, beautiful union, until Floyd asks Jade to watch to watch his “precious guppy” for a moment. The grip on your shoulder says more than enough as he leads you off to a side room, hugging you again. But this time, he’s not smiling. He’s crying. He’s got a hand on your neck, applying some pressure- enough to threaten, not to choke. Just a warning. He’s going to bask in yoir presence for awhile, so glad his precious shrimpy isn’t dead and is here with him- with such a cute little guppy, nonetheless- but he’s also going to make very, very sure you don’t even consider walking away again. He refuses to go through that horrible experience one more time- no matter what, you will know that your place with him. So why don’t you hug him back now?

•“You won’t even think about leaving me again, will you shrimpy~?”

•Leona is beyond angry, he’s absolutely bloody livid from the very first day you’re gone. In truth, he’ll take advantage of his royal blood and have his guards looking everywhere for you. Day and night, they’re searching, all while Leona himself is hunting for you too. It may be troublesome, but you’ve gone and done it now. He’s not going to wait until you’re back, that’s it. No questions asked.

•He’s waiting in his room when you’re dragged back to him, the royal guards pulling you before him with your child held tightly to yoir chest. Leona, similar to Jade, knows the very instant that he looks at this kid that they’re his child. The ears, the hair, all of it is a dead ringer for it being his child. The moment he notices this, the guards are dismissed, but left standing outside in case you try anything funny.

•Honestly, the kid is probably freaked out at first- Leona is intimidating when he talks to you, demanding an explanation, demanding answers. He never yells, he never hurts you, but he isn’t letting you do anything until you start talking. He calms down the second he sees the child though, to an extent. They look so much like you… and honestly, he’d thought about kids a few times back before you disappeared- now being confronted with it, he was having a lot of feelings about the whole thing.

•He’s genuinely softer, kinder to his child though. He speaks more gently, kneels down to their level- talks to the. He explains as best he can what’s going on, and honestly if the kid tries to hug him, hold his hand, anything- he wouldn’t push them away. He just lets his kid so whatever, basically let them understand that he’s not going to hurt them.

•You always, always have escorts now whenever you aren’t with Leona. Your child does too, even when he’s going to play with Cheka or talk to his uncle. It may even seem like you have a semi-normal family life there, if it wasn’t for Leona or his guards hovering near you at every possible moment. Security in the palace is also far, far tighter, as Leona was smart enough to paint the whole thing as a kidnapping incident- and now that you’re stuck with him, it’s best to play along. Leona is very intelligent, and now that you’re with him again, he’s going to make sure it stays that way, and his child isn’t going anywhere either. Regardless of the effort he has to spend, you are going to stay in that palace, end of discussion.

•“You’re staying right here from now on, herbivore.”

•He wasn’t the same after you left. All his duties to keep Leona in line? Ignored. Causing any sort of mischief? Doesn’t happen, it’s eerily quiet. Hell, he barely bothers to eat anymore unless he has too- Ruggie is nothing like himself. Every single second that wasn’t spent doing something he literally had to do, it was spent looking for you. In truth, he was starting to get discouraged when he finally found a sign; someone saying that they’d seen you, stopping by the town to buy food. They said that you had a young child with you, which instantly has him concerned. Did somebody else steal you away from him? Was he too late?

•Ruggie eventually tracks you down, and his entire mood brightens when he sees the kid. That little one is his spitting image, so there is absolutely no way in hell they’re not his. Seeing them, he doesn’t waste any time teasing and toying with you like he normally would- he gets your attention right away, telling you to come over to him. Don’t even try to run- he can easily catch up to you.

•He’ll go back to your home first, seeing how you’ve been living- why pick this life over him? You could have built a better life together, just like he said you would! He knows how it is it live a hard like like that, so why run from something better? You could have raised this kid as a pair, he was there for you! Why did run away? Why did you try to take his child away from him? He has so many questions, and using his unique magic to force you to pack your things, he’s going to be asking all his questions as you do. Don’t try and ignore him either- he’s not going to put up with that, not after all this.

•Ruggie is going to make up for lost time with his kid- playing sports and games, bonding, everything. If his kid is much like him, they’ll also end up a troublemaker, and he may even try to get them to work with him. Let him know if their other parent is acting strange, or trying to run again. The child you tried to save is suddenly Ruggie’s spy too, making it twice as hard to escape him. Not that he’s going to let you pull that stunt again, though. You aren’t even leaving the house after this.

•“Did you really think you could outrun me?”

yandere azul ashengrotto hcs

notes; abusive relationships, isolation, manipulation, guilt tripping, mentioned physical abuse

It’s your reputation that initially draws him to you, an anomaly in the school’s history. You, a human from another world with no magical power… Well, that was certainly out of the ordinary, wasn’t it? Night Raven buzzes with rumours about your involvement with Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw, each claim more outrageous than the next. He simply has to know what you were all about, decide how useful you could be, if at all. It’d be even better if you knew little about his own reputation. 

Azul orders the twins to keep an eye out for you and over time, comes to know more and more details about you. It’s strange, however, when learning more and more about your life, he can’t help except grow somewhat endeared towards you. It doesn’t take long for him to start pulling some strings behind the scenes. It’s one particular rough week when two guys, whose names you quickly learn are Jade and Floyd, approach you, telling you that you look down, right? You should go visit their ‘generous Azul’, he’s always willing to listen to a poor, unfortunate soul!

Azul is just so nice to you when you stop by that first time. He’s an attentive listener, seemingly taking your problems seriously no matter how small they may be and knowing exactly what to say, reassuring you that he won’t allow any harm to come your way. He wins you over by doing a small favor or two for you, without payment! Or at least, not any you will be able to see at the time. It’s an investment in your trust, if you will, another shackle in his plan to bind you close to him. 

Continuar lendo

Can I have Lilia, Floyd, and Leona kidnapping their darling from their wedding to someone else? Thank you

sure anon this was a really fun concept to work with  (✿︎´ ꒳ ` )♡︎

Lilia, Floyd, and Leona kidnapping the darling from their wedding day

Lilia

Using his powers, he would likely use some kind of magic to disguise himself as your groom/bride and freeze everyone at the wedding to leave with you right out the door with no struggle. Your real fiancee having been left tied up or incapacitated far, far away from this chapel. The moment the officiant allows you to exchange rings and kiss, he would let his illusion fade away. You gasp, watching the face of your beloved melt away into nothing, leaving the wide eyed and cute but unsettling face of your old peer, from Diasomnia. The horrors you’d faced.. the daily torture of being watched, and the smothering affection you’d been forced to endure at the hands of the small fae.. you had locked those eerie memories away into the furthest corner of your mind from Night Raven. Since meeting your fiancee after graduation, things seemed to be looking up for you, and you were excited to build your future together with the one you truly loved. But all of your fears were resurfacing seeing Lilia this close to again you after all these years. How did he manage to find you in your own world? He smiled softly, catching the tears collecting at your lashes before they could fall. He pressed his lips against yours before you could utter out a sound. Your family members and friends were motionless and stiff, like statues, not so much as a blink or a whisper as the fae lifted you into his arms and down the aisle out of the chapel.

Floyd

Floyd might have played the supportive role as your friend for as long as he could, but the more he was around you, the stronger his feelings would become. When he heard the news you were engaged, he’d gotten angry- and the two of you had a fight. Your fiancee just isn’t right for you, not like he was. They didn’t know you like he did and they never would. You were his, and no stupid ring on your finger was going to change that. Even after your fight you’d reached out to Floyd, to no avail. He was set in stone on pretending you didn’t exist anymore. You’d given the invitation to Jade, in hopes that Floyd would tag along. Much to your disappointment, he’d been no where in sight. Jade gave you his condolences, leading you and your new husband/wife to the limousine to get to the wedding party. You were completely shocked to see the familiar face of your estranged friend laying sprawled out across the leather seat. You heard a strangled cry from your side, and your spouse was being shoved into the trunk. Floyd caught your arm in a painful grip, pulling you into the vehicle and slamming the door. You stared up in shock as he pinned you to the leather interior, a wide grin on his face. You heard the window open and felt the ring being pulled off from your finger. His eyes were dark as he rolled the jewelry between his fingers before tossing it out of the car. You weren’t going to need that on your honeymoon.

Leona

It really was a pain. You just had to go and get engaged to someone else despite the way he felt about you. Maybe you hadn’t taken him seriously. Just because he didn’t buy you some lousy shiny circle to put on your finger. That wasn’t the only way to show someone you loved them. But you’d grown tired of tears and waiting for Leona to propose.. he just didn’t make enough effort to show you he wanted to be with you, and it was never going to change. So that’s when you’d met your fiancee and everything had been better than you could have ever dreamed of with the lazy lion prince. Leona showed his disdain for the news of your wedding, but he was so passive you never knew truly just how much it had wounded him. You’d thought he was being supportive when he offered to help you plan your wedding and brought some muscle with him to set up the venue. It was only when the officiant had asked if anyone here objected to your union, that things had gone wrong. The gang Leona had brought with him to help, all surrounded the stage and Leona himself stepped up to wedge himself between you and your future spouse. His nose brushed over your forehead and he wrapped his arms around you, turning to face the stunned clergy man with an dangerous glare.

“Y/N rightfully belongs to me. And I will be king.. So get your book back open and start saying those words, old man.”

Hey,hey,hey. *Drops this post from my pocket and stumbles down stairs*

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A Twisted Wonderland Yandere Short Fic.

Summary: Your brother, obsessed with making a name for himself as a huntsman slaughters the beast in the Nostorne Forest, an olden land rumoured to be where the Faefolk reside with their Mother Goddess Gaia and her seven sons. But the rumours are true, and the price for having a fool brother is a heavy one.

Chapter One: Rage

"When was the last time you had the sun on you?" Idia asked this with a gentle smile curling on his lips. His blue flamed eyes glistening with a fondness too endearing to be let off as friendly.

The cuffs on your hand bit into your skin. Bruised and calloused, you balled your hands into fists yet your lips didn't part open for any of your anger to manifest into words.

Idia frowned. Guilt lingering on his features. The tower you were in was dark with nothing but a single window and a door only magic could make visible. In Idia's mind your refusal to speak to him was from a lack of comfort. Of course,anyone would be as frustrated as you were.

Perhaps,he could help with that.

His hand went up to unlatch the lock on the window and as he pushed the wooden frames back, a simmering sunlight entered the room through streaks of warmness you haven't felt in months. In your dreary state, you almost wanted to swoon from it, but then you caught the smile in Idia's eyes and your anger flared once more. You clenched your jaw and turn away from the window.

Idia's frown returned and this time with a painful jab to his heart.

"What are you doing?" Came another familiar voice you dreaded to hear, and it was from Riddle who had just materialised in front of you, his usual condescending gaze glowering at your cuffed form.

Idia furrowed his brows.

"The sun was out, I thought it'll be good for them."

Riddle scoffed,his high and mighty stance crushing your pride as he strode pass you and towards the window, where he glanced out briefly before slamming it shut. The moment darkness engulfed you once more, the regret of not facing the heat of the morning came to slap you in the face, and your shoulders slumped.

Idia looked to Riddle disapprovingly, but said nothing. Though he did glanced at you with pity. He knew you liked the sun even when you acted like you didn't, and being one of your captors, you weren't sure whether to be disgusted or grateful for his efforts to understand you.

"They're not a plant" Riddle drawled, "And with that scornful look in their eyes, you shouldn't be treating them to something so pleasant,brother."

"Humans need their sun" Idia argued "They'll get sick if you keep them locked up like this"

Riddle cocked one brow, his glowering glare seeping into your very bones when he stared down at you. When he began taking strides towards you,the sound of his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards made you flinch. For such a petite looking male, he walked with a confidence of a king marching with his army.

"Look at them,Idia" He said, softly, as if attempting to coerce his brother onto his side. "Just us standing nearby makes them sick."

When Riddle turned to face him,Idia wore a painful look on his face as if he was pleading for the words to not escape Riddle.

The red haired turned back to you, leaning down to push back the bangs obscuring your eyes from meeting his. The gentle scent of floral emitting from him matched well with the softness of his delicate fingers running through your hair, and yet both greatly contrasted the bitter grey in his gaze.

"You're fortunate I dislike seeing my brother displeased,human." He cooed, mockingly. "I'd have you collared and hung otherwise."

Riddle pulled away swiftly when the flames on Idia's hair flickered lightly, a sign of annoyance.

Mean while, you tried swallowing the immense fear in your throat to make way for the words you've wanted to pour out ever since you were captured. Alas, it seemed as if someone had sewn your own will too tightly.

"You're going too soft on it" Riddle said after going to Idia's side,the slight aggression in his voice earning a scowl from blue haired male.

"Them. Not it. And if you keep treating them like that they'll refuse to eat"

"If it's not eating, it's barely my fault."

"They'll die,Riddle. And I thought we were supposed to keep them well and alive until their brother gets back with his homage."

"Alive." Riddle said firmly, "The well part is only because you like them."

The accusation brought colour to his cheeks and Idia found his tongue betraying him when it refused to utter proper words. Riddle looked to the hunched over form of the unfortunate human they were responsible for looking after and sighed. Bringing up his index finger to rub the side of his temple.

"It's decaying. How could you even stand near it? Let alone find it pleasing to watch over?"

"You don't know." Idia said simply, and though he was frowning, Riddle caught the nostalgic look in his eyes.

Years together, and Riddle still couldn't really figure his brother out. He was closer to Idia than he was with the rest of his brothers,but the way Idia held certain things with such sentiment gave Riddle a headache. To think someone of nobility like his brother would go soft for something as meager as a human...He was going to have tea after this, that would clear his head.

But that was later. Now, he needed to make sure, as Idia had stated multiple times, that their human wouldn't die.

***

The cold water that splashed ontop of your head and trailed down the rest of your body made you shiver and flinch as the wounds on your wrist hissed at the sudden exposure.

The small, encircling, faeries dusted in the pale colour of blue giggled at your reaction, never once stopping to ask you if the water bothered you. Water Fairies... You've only ever heard of them in stories your mother told you before you slept, but now for the past two months, they were the ones keeping your body clean.

Your gaze dropped to your bare feet soaked in the wooden basin you bathed in, and the memories of when you were free brought tears to your eyes. Before you actually realized it, you were crying. Tears uncontrollably slipping through your eyes like rain dripping in-between the creaks of a broken roof. Your body trembled and despite the soreness of your limbs, you hunched over to hug your knees. The water Fairies, continued their job, carelessly oblivious to your sorrows.

You didn't even noticed Idia entering the room until his panicked voice broke through the silence and a pair of his hands gripped your shoulders.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He sounded worried, hasty even. The water Fairies giggled, splashing the water from your bath playfully as if to greet the young male but when he lifted his gaze towards them, the gold in his eyes flared like fire and within seconds you heard the small cries of pain elicited by the water Fairies before, one by one, Idia's fire engulfed them all.

"They're gone now" He said, cupping your tear stained face clumsily in his hands. "They won't hurt you again. I swear."

He wasn't expecting a 'Thank you' or a grateful smile or even your body welcoming him in an embrace, even if he did craved those things from you, but Idia also didn't expect for your hands to push him away so vigorously. As if by his touch alone he had made you feel disgusted.

His gaze was wide when it met yours,a tinge of hurt lingering in them but when Riddle entered the room then, it vanished and Idia looked away from you.

"What happened here? Why are you on the floor—" Riddle let common sense piece up the scenes together and when it did, the annoyance In his demeanor shifted to anger.

"Get up,Idia. You'll need a change of clothes,Azul is already downstairs,have him help you."

Idia got up without a word and when the door vanished the moment he went through it, dread settled into the room like a plague.

"I don't know how many times I've said it" Riddle started,looming over your bared body still sitting in the basin.

"But you should consider yourself lucky I'm neither Leona or Azul. They would've given you nothing to wear and tossed you out naked."

You didn't dare meet his gaze then but Riddle made you to by placing his thumb underneath your chin and slowly lifting it up.

"I wanted you dead,you know. After all, what your foolish brother did was unforgivable. Mindlessly slaughtering the creature our mother raised on her own as the family's protector..." He jerked your chin back with a flick, his every action a sting of aggression. "I've always felt my own brothers were a handful" Riddle looked you right in the eyes then before he laughed, "But now that I've seen yours,I'm grateful. Very unfortunate for you though"

"Why are keeping me like this?" The words came in a whisper but Riddle caught it and he arched both his brows as if he was impressed you could actually talk.

"You're not an idiot" He said "You heard me perfectly well."

"Yes,I heard you...but why? I don't understand." Slowly, your eyes began to burn with an ignition of life, and for once, Riddle did find it pleasing to look at you.

"What difference does it make if you did? The situation here is very clear. Your brother,an arrogant hunter, thought he'd be doing the world a favour by intruding into my family's ancient lands and arousing the beast that protects it,killing it in the end. I'll admit,it's no small feat, and he does have an ounce of talent in his veins but he's done wrong by us," Riddle's voice shifted into a drawl, gaze darkening, "And perhaps he should've think twice before angering us Faefolk."

"But why am I the captive?" You were almost screaming, your throat coarse and dry it hurt to even utter the words, but it was unfair. Why was it you had to pay for the fault of a man you weren't even related to by blood. With the little energy you had left, you stood on your trembling legs, not caring that your naked body was in full display to the red haired who all but stared at you in bewilderment.

"I'm not to blame. I take no responsibility for the death of your creature. If it's vengeance you want then maybe giving me a sword would suit better."

Riddle's rage glimmered in his eyes.

"You're challenging me?"

"No." You said. "I'm offering to give you the head of the man who dishonoured your family, Fae."

Yikes,I know there's bound to be questions but trust me, chapter 3 will answer most of them. Aha,I'm sorry if this chapter is kinda confusing at first,I'm not good at planning out thoughts or stories systemically,it kinda makes it harder for me to write whenever I try to. But here,the second chapter of Raptured! Thank you for reading! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ♥️

[ R a p t u r e d ]

Chapter 2: Banter

In the moment Riddle had finished telling his brothers what conspired with their human captive, the first to speak up was Azul.

"They offered what?" His words were a mix of shock and amusement, gaze fixated on Riddle who seemed almost flustered from how red his cheeks were.

The red haired sighed, sending him a narrow eyed glare before crossing his arms.

"The head of their own brother"

"By their own hands?" Kalim asked aloud, his features scrunched up worryingly. "Isn't that bad? Why would anyone want to kill their own brother so suddenly?"

From the chaise across the room,Leona let out a scoff, lips upturned into a smirk.

"What are you? A five year old? If you give a herbivore the chance of freedom,they'd leave their entire fleet open to make sure they survive. Humans aren't so different."

"Indeed" Vil joined in with a smile of his own. "Humans are very fickle things, they live out their life struggling and as a result they stink of repulsion."

"They can barely even stand on their own.." Idia added thoughtfully and as the gazes of his brothers turned to him, the flames on his hair flickered and he looked away.

"Maybe the isolation's got to their head?"

Riddle let out a scoff, his lips upturned in a sneer almost too vicious to be formed on such a delicate looking face.

"The cottage they were in was secluded from the rest of the village,they were already a reclusive. Why should it bother them now?"

"Maybe Idia has a point" Kalim interjected then "Before they were on their own by choice...and they weren't exactly trapped in a tower either"

"It's all the same" Leona snapped " Damn herbivores will always be too fragile."

"Though, our soft-shelled brothers have a sound reason" Vil's lips curled in an effortless smile,his ever sharp gaze glinting like jewels.

"At this rate our small hare is going to die before the homage from her brother, and that makes all of this pointless."

The room went silent then. Each males having their own thoughts wrapped around the situation.

When they came to a decision to face the hunter who killed their family beast, he was nowhere to be seen and left tending to his cottage was none other than their captive human, a young sibling unaware of what their fool brother had committed. They opted it was easier to simply kidnap them and have their brother come looking since neither one of them wanted to wait around. There was also the fact that the death of the beast had affected their Mother's health greatly, and all seven brothers fumed with rage.

"Our methods doesn't matter anymore" Riddle spoke up, "What's done is done. We can't exactly just put them back where we found them."

"I agree" Azul said "Though if the human dies in our care now, when we're fully able to change their situation, I fear the price of that loss would be great."

"What? Are the humans going to chase us around with pitchforks?" Leona sneered,his sharp fangs visible as he leaned back into the chaste. "You saw how further in their cottage was, chances are the herbivore doesn't even go down to the village often enough for people to notice them missing."

"They can't die." Idia drawled the words out this time,his gaze sharp and harsh as he stared down Leona who all but grinned at his brother.

"Why? Because you like them?" The laugh that barked out from Leona was cruel and Idia flinched.

"Go ahead and save the poor herbivore then,Prince Idia of the lands of burrowed moles. You think they'd ever look at you fondly?"

"Enough." Riddle came between the fight with his own ire and before he sent a glare towards Leona, he let Idia catch the solace in his.

The situation was getting worst. They needed a decision quick.

"You're not a five year old as well,Leona, so keep that tongue of yours tamed"

"What are you? Suddenly playing the role of the Eldest when you can't even reach his height?" Leona scrutinized Riddle with an aggression that seemed ready to claw him in the face, but Riddle kept his own spite and promptly choose to ignore his brother.

Instead,he turned to Azul.

"The hunter should've came back and see his sibling gone, you even sent those eels of yours to make sure he got the hints. Why hasn't he made a single move? It's been two months."

"Maybe he's forgetful?" Kalim chipped in, eyes glowing. Riddle wanted to tap the side of his face and gently tell him to shut up but Vil patted his head instead.

"A forgetful hunter managing to kill a wild beast is unlikely, mein bruder"

Azul crossed his arms,gaze narrowing.

"They've sent word that they have information regarding our human and the whereabouts of their brother"

"And?" Vil prompted.

"I told them to come meet us as soon as they can, which shouldn't be long."

The moment those words were uttered, a dull thud came from the would-be-entrance of the tower, and a familiar voice calling out.

"My Princes! Open the door please!" The urgency of the voice had all the present Princes turning their head, though the one who seemed genuinely surprised and concerned was Kalim.

"That voice..." He said, turning to Azul "Is that who I think it is?"

Azul's lips curled into a knowing smile and with a flick of his fingers, the sound of a door being swung opened then slammed shut could be heard within the tower itself,followed by light rapid footsteps approaching them.

Out of breath and desperately panting, a young girl made a hasty bow as she came before the Princes, though the way her legs slightly trembled suggested that she was near collapsing.

"It is her!" Kalim's eyes grew wide with familiarity, the worry in his voice replaced with joy as he came up to place his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"The last time I saw you, you were still learning how to walk!" Kalim's loud voice seemed to make her flinch but the girl met his gaze with warmth before she bowed her head again.

"Pleasure to meet you again,Prince Kalim." She's heard stories of him, the Prince Fae known to give out bits of his treasures to those who come wishing at his well. It seemed odd to act as if she's known him, but she knew better than to put logic before courtesy. He was one of the seven Princes after all. Acting too smart with them was a fool's mistake.

Before Kalim could say anything else, Azul stepped forward and the girl promptly met his side with a suddenly serious demeanor.

"I'd ask you for the information I had you fetch but I wonder why you were running in the first place?"

The girl laughed dryly if not nervously.

"Floyd wanted to see who could win in a race in getting here,your Highness."

Azul frowned, internally sighing.

"Why on Earth did you agree to that?"

Again, the girl laughed. "He terrifies me,my Prince."

Riddle couldn't place where he's met her, but hearing her words had him internally sympathising her. Azul's leeches were a pair he'd gladly avoid for eternity as well.

"So,you got a changeling to be at your beck and call as well,Azul?" Vil sounded amused as he turned to Azul, but the degrading glance he gave the girl bellied the smile coyly sitting on his lips then.

"She's indebted to us anyway" Azul stated simply "Why not put her to work?"

His gaze returned to the girl.

"What do you have about our human then?"

It took a full ten minutes for the young changeling to inform them of what she's managed to compile on their human and hunter. Turns out they aren't related by blood but by marriage. Apparently most of the villagers knew of the hunter but rarely saw the younger sibling as they took more liking in staying indoors. There was also talk that their relationship with one another was never close and answered Riddle's question as to why he hadn't showed up yet.

"So, he's just going to leave his sibling at our mercy?" Kalim asked,he had his expression scrunched up with worry and pity again but Leona shared none of it and only growled with distaste.

"There won't be mercy if they're left with us a second longer"

Riddle caught the flicker of Idia's flames and instantly reacted.

"Threaten to murder our captive one more time and I'll have your head,Leona."

"Hah, you're trying to scare me,Riddle?" Leona sneered,fangs glistening with malice. He's been irritated by the whole situation since the beginning. Taking in a human in hopes that another would appear to save them, it was all a damn fairytale. Leona knew humans were selfish, his brothers should've had that piece of common sense drilled into their heads as well. No one was going to play hero for their captive.

Riddle gritted his teeth and again instead of lashing out senselessly, he swirled around to face the changeling. Every bit of his anger flaring in his grey gaze.

"Where's the hunter now?" He asked,though it sounded painfully like a death threat.

The changeling bowed her head.

"He's at the human King's palace,Prince Riddle. King Aothor ...of Nostorne"

The words sent the entire room tilting, and Riddle would've gripped her by her neck if Azul hadn't stepped forward.

"King? Since when did the humans have a King?" The last time they came to the world,their mother's shrine was built almost everywhere to acknowledge her ruling. Had times changed so drastically since their absence?

"Yes. It's been this way for years now. A dukedom raised after Her Most Divine's departure from the human realm and ever since then a lineage of human nobles have taken the throne as the Human ruler."

"My, how futuristic, and here we were in the guise that we still sat on the top of their world" Vil was laughing but his words cut into the tension of the room like a blade coated in venom and the changeling girl shifted uncomfortably.

"It seems like the order of the slaughtering was made by him and ultimately fulfilled by the hunter. His name is Cyril and he's being celebrated by the King for his bravery."

Leona heaved a heavy sigh,leaning once more into his chaise. He looked ready to fall into a deep slumber already but his irritation kept him awake.

"So,we have information. Now what's the plan?"

***

Jade and Floyd,two of Azul's trusted companions came into the situation while the Princes were sorting out their thoughts and opinions (Which all greatly contradict one another) and brought word that their hunter had refused to save their sibling in a conversation Jade overheard him had with another hunter right before he was called on by the King.

"He said he knew of the Fae's trick and that by taking something of theirs as his own, he'd gladly give anything they took from him as compensation." Jade explained in his usual matter-of-fact tone,his mismatched gaze still and knowing.

Riddle clicked his tongue, brows furrowing. Idia's was the most sympathetic along with Kalim while Leona and Vil seemed ready to send a fleet of their army to storm into the human villages.

"I'm not really surprised though" Floyd spoke up lazily "He seems like a guy who'd do that kind of thing anyways"

"But now the Princes are stuck with keeping a human captive in their care", Boe,the young changeling from earlier, pointed out grimly.

"What if we sent you to negotiate with him in our stead?" Idia suggested which earned a rather hasty look from the girl.

"Human royals don't take too kindly to my kind,Prince Idia. I doubt he'd even let me enter"

Leona let out a menacing growl. One that reverberated through the tower walls.

"This is going nowhere. Riddle, go up to that damn herbivore and have them beg their brother come and pay his homage so we can give them back."

Riddle frowned.

"You heard the changeling,Leona. If their relationship with their brother is as bad as we've heard, do you really think they'd beg for him to come save them?"

"Couldn't you talk some sense in them?" Azul had eyes turning once more to the young changeling who all but reluctantly slumped her shoulders.

"I don't see how me being the one talking will get them to cooperate..."

"Clamshell,you should at least try,right?" Floyd's smile was sickly sweet and when he attempted to sling his arm over her shoulders, she avoided the outcome by shifting close to Jade.

"What would you want me to say to them?"

"The offer they gave" Riddle said "Have them elaborate more on that. I'm not going into a deal without knowing why it was proposed in the first place."

There was hesitation in her eyes but it was swiftly changed to a silent resolve as she nodded her head.

"I'll see what I can do."

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!

Hello dear! Could you please do yandere prompt number 47 for Azul, please? Thank you very much and, I want to say that I love your content and writing! 💕

prompt 47: "did you think you could escape me...? don't you know we're meant for each other? you're destined to return to me"

warnings: descriptions of injuries / blood, general yandere themes

They’d been... So close. So close- freedom had been so close they could practically taste it, and yet... They were back in their cage, thrown into Azul’s office, body too hurt to even consider trying to make a run for it again. Floyd had held back- thankfully- but he still hadn’t been gentle in the task of retrieving them by any means. Scratches, that would surely become infected if not treated quickly, marred their body and began spilling blood on the floor, bruises blooming on their skin, muscles feeling like they were burning.

“A... Ah...” they couldn’t help it as tears began to run down their face, the adrenaline that had kept their pained body running now gone, allowing the full extent of the pain to run through their body. But it wasn’t just the pain- despite it be; it was the knowing they were back here, back in Azul’s arms, when they’d been so close to running away. “N... no...”

“... I’m so sad.” said Azul from his desk, voice shaky. It was clear he’d been crying, judging from the dried tears on his cheeks and the way his voice was hoarse as he spoke. “You- how can you be the one crying...? You’re the one who broke my heart- why would you do this...?! You- trying to leave me in secret...”

“... It hurts...” was all they could muster, weakly writhing on the floor. Their wounds weren’t bleeding enough for them to worry about blood loss, but their clothes were getting stuck to their skin with it, not to mention the general pain in their body was in. “A-azul... It hurts...!”

Azul’s eyes softened at the weak whining. His anger was still very much there, hurt from the betrayal he felt like he’d experienced, but seeing his beloved in pain broke him out of his lecture. Quickly standing up, he knelt down and inspected their body; he bit his lip. Perhaps he should’ve sent Jade instead of Floyd, but he knew that both twins were equally as violent when it came to fights... 

“Shh, it’s ok now. I’ll treat your wounds- even if you did this to yourself...” he sighed, his hand moving to stroke his darling’s cheek.  "Did you think you could escape me...? Don't you know we're meant for each other? You're destined to return to me"

“I’m- I’m sorry, just... Please, it hurts...” they babbled, brain numbed with the intense shooting pain; they were hurting, every inch of their body in some kind of pain, whether it be the ankles they twisted while running, the scratches with dirt and grass that had ended up in them, or the bruises from thrashing in the eel’s hold. “I’m sorry Azul, I- sorry, sorry...!”

“Shh, shh...” Azul stroked their hair as they trembled and cried, overjoyed as they threw their arms around him. Deep down he knew they were trying to find balance, their pained body probably dizzy with all the pain and mental despair it was going through- however... He wrapped his arms around them too, ignoring the pained cry from when he applied pressure to their bruised ribs. “It’s ok now, I’m here... This won’t happen ever again- because you won’t try to run away, will you?”

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tags: @roaringyouth

Yandere TWST Azul Ashengrotto, Silver, Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi and Epel Felmier with an over affectionate s/o

Anon requested: Hey! If it’s okay to request, i’d wish for some headcanons for yandere Azul, Silver, Riddle, Ruggie and Epel reaction a touchy darling? After all, for MC it’s normal to be affectionate with friends and family, so, they acts the same way in twisted wonderland, with them and other people. For example… holding Azul’s arm as they walk? Giving food in Deuce’s mouth? Giving back hug? Thanks!!!!

I like writing for yanderes AHAHAH maybe too much-

Warning: Yandere, Toxic Relationship, if you want me to put more warnings and tags let me know!

Azul Ashengrotto

I think Azul as a yandere would be a lot more open with PDA, but he still wants to look professional

So he doesn’t like it when y/n gets over affectionate with him, however stuff as holding Azul arm or hand, quick hugs and kisses are totally fine

He would get pissed off if y/n ignores this “rules” he has, but he wouldn’t scream at them, Azul would control them to make them feel bad for do it

Just trusts what he says! Azul knows better

Azul is gonna wait until they are alone, in the VIP room or his bedroom, to “teach” y/n what they did wrong, almost with a defeated tone in his voice

Because in a way, Azul expects more. Expect them to be better.

In private he’s a lot more open with his emotions, but Azul for some reasons is a little bit shy about starting PDA

Azul gets very affectionate with them, for sure, but he’s always very awkward. Even if y/n just kisses his cheeks, Azul gets very tensed and red.

Like his body gets very firm and he doesn’t know where to look, his face is becoming redder, but at the same time y/n can feel Azul body trying to get more close to them

He doesn’t even know why Azul wants to cuddle with them but he gets way too awkward

I don’t think he loves when the twins ignore his orders and decided that they should spend some time with y/n or even being affectionate with them, but it’s not like he can’t really do much about it.

But he doesn’t hate it. The twins are a little bit chaotic, but they would never take y/n away since they also help in manipulating them

However, everyone else who isn’t him or the twins isn’t going to have it so easily. At all.

There is a reason as to why the twins are always with y/n if Azul isn’t with them, and it’s better not find out

Also, it’s better for y/n to not do it since Azul would be anything but gentle. He wouldn’t forgive them so easily after what they did, it gonna take a lot of time for him to let y/n go alone without the twins. A lot.

Silver 

Silver is…a very weird yandere tbh

He’s always so silent, yet y/n feels his gaze on them every time

So like Silver knows about y/n affection but he doesn’t really mind it, especially with him

He loves it when y/n cuddle him while he’s sleeping, Silver loves sleeping with them

Silver doesn’t really show how much he loves y/n affection towards him, but y/n can feel a very death grip when they hug or the very scary look he has in his eyes

Public or private Silver doesn’t really care, he likes the attention anyway. However around Lilia and Malleus, he will probably try to turn it down a bit, Silver wants to avoid Lilia’s curiosity and he doesn’t want to disturb Malleus!

And Silver wouldn’t mind y/n being a little bit affectionate with Lilia and Malleus like a quick hug is okay, but with Sebek is totally a different story.

No hugs. Nothing. Y/N isn’t probably going to be loved by Sebek anyway, but Silver would do anything in order to not having them interact more than they need to

And with Sebek, he is still going really soft. With other people, he wouldn’t care much about being soft with people who should know better

Silver is going to tell right away that is better for them to not do anything he doesn’t approve, otherwise a bad thing is going to happen

One of those things is being affectionate with other people, the first and last time y/n forgot about what Silver told them was probably one of the worst time with Silver that y/n remembers

Obviously, the person that was affectionate with y/n is… Let’s just say not well.

Y/n should only be affectionate with him, not everyone else deserves that. Only him.

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Can I an oneshot/scenario of yandere Malleus turning into a "innocent" little animal and the fem darling, who usually tries to avoid Malleus, finds the little animal, without knowing it's him, and ends up pampering the animal a lot, taking care and giving little kisses. What happens when Malleus turn back to normal and remember everything?

warnings: general yandere content

notes: i can’t imagine malleus, with his dragon blood, turning into any sort of small mammal, so i’ve taken the liberty to decide he turned into a red-eyed crocodile skink, a photo of which i’ll attach here: [link]

How curious, thought Malleus, as the excited girl cooed and petted his small body.

A terrible mishap during Crewel’s class had caused him to be transformed into some sort of lizard-like creature; although unlike the fearsome dragon that represented his dorm, he’d been turned into something akin to... A pet reptile, perhaps. It was a bit humiliating- although it was hilarious to see his classmates freak out, running away from the small reptile in fear Malleus would “curse them” for the mistake. Sebek and Silver had nearly burst their heads when they were informed of the accident- but Lilia had been the one to step in.

Diasomnia is too cold to keep Malleus there while he’s like this- besides, none of them were good at animal care. The accidental potion splash would wear out in a week, according to a very exasperated Crewel; however... This was a serious issue. Malleus was royalty, and this little mistake could cost the school more than any other accident- so Crowleys’ genius solution was just asking one of the students who he believed could take care of animals. It was the perfect solution, according to him- she didn’t know it was Malleus, and she cared for animals! Malleus would be safe until he turned back!

“I don’t know why Crowley suddenly needed me to take care of you, but I’m not complaining.” she said, gently handling the little reptile. “I’ve always wanted a cool reptile... And you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you, little Mal? I wonder where Crowley got you from...”

Malleus wished he could laugh in this form. Oh, the irony of it all! He’d been quite mad when he’d first realized he was in an unfamiliar animal body; all his usual functions as a fae, his magic, gone, but... It’d been worth it, to end up in her care. Oh, how long he’d craved to be close to her like this.

He’d had his eye on her from the very first time he’d seen her; perhaps love at first sight was a good way to name his emotion. Love... No, something stronger than that; he’d been enraptured, obsessed. Thoughts of her invaded his every waking hour, as he dedicated himself to finding out everything there was to know about her and then more. His only regret was, perhaps, how she’d run away when he tried to approach her: it wasn’t a new reaction to him, but... The nervousness in her eyes, the fear when she squeaked an excuse and ran; he wanted to eat her up.

“You’re so friendly! Gah, I could spend all day just looking at you, you’re so cute!” she cooed, pressing a kiss to the reptile’s little head. Internally, Malleus blanked: why, why was he stuck in this body? He’d dreamed of being kissed by her so many times- of taking her by the wrist, kissing her and holding her close- but... Realistically, he knew it was because of this form he was in that he was receiving the attention.

She had no clue the little animal in her hands, which Crowley had said was “a pet he needed her to babysit for a week” was Malleus. Not even by the fact the old crow had panicked when she asked for a name, saying the crocodile skink’s name was Mal, of all things- after all, why would she suspect it to be the Diasomnia dorm leader? She’d been given all the supplies and all the supplies she needed to take care of it, even encouraged to miss classes to make sure it was safe (Crowley had even said any classes she missed would automatically give her a 100; why the hell would she refuse?!)). 

She doted on the little thing, giving it all her attention and care- after all, it was nice to have such a cute little companion. Besides... Well, there was also a weight off her chest. For the last few days, her stalker had seemingly let up- Malleus Draconia was no longer following her around school. The man had always terrified her, with his status and power, but when she’d noticed his nightmarish green eyes always drilled into her no matter where she went, when she saw him lurking outside her dorm through the windows at night, she’d grown terrified of the man. For the first time in a long time, though, she was free! The fae man had let up, it seemed- although she did notice other Diasomnia members stare at her from time to time, and how they were awfully curious how the little pet she’d been tasked with caring for was doing, it was nothing compared to how... Suffocated she’d felt before.

“Hmm... Mal needs to eat today, doesn’t he?” she hummed as she walked to her dorm after classes. Today marked the fifth day the little creature was under her care, and she’d grown absolutely attached to it. Despite books and other guides saying that her little friends’ species was naturally shy and would probably spent most of its time hidden in the caves on its enclosure, she’d found Mal wasn’t anything like that. He skittered towards the edges of his enclosure and seemed to ask for attention, cuddling into her hand almost like a cat or a dog; it was adorable!

“I’m back, it’s time for you to eat-?!” opening the door and closing it behind her, as she always did- locking the door because Crowley had instructed her to do so ‘to prevent Malle- MAL, to prevent Mal the lizard from being stolen’, but she quickly screamed and nearly fell to her knees. 

“Fu fu. Have you come to tend to me once again? My dearest caretaker.” There in all his glory, Malleus Draconia sat on her bed, giving her a sardonic smirk as her face went pale. “I must admit, I’m rather grateful. You’ve been awfully nice to me these past days.”

“You- how did you-” her throat clammed up, panic seizing her limbs as she slid down the door and fell to sit on the floor, hands beginning to shake. Her eyes flitted to the tank she’d been keeping Crowley’s pet in- it was smashed, substrate scattered on the floor. Had he- had Malleus...?! “You- what did you- did you do something to-?!”

“To your pet? Surely, by now you’ve realized that your little lizard didn’t act quite like one, didn’t you?” Malleus said, laughing as he stood up. That’s when she noticed it- his uniform was slightly dirty, with some of the tank’s substrate stuck on it. Surely- no, him going missing, the reptile coming into her care, then him coming back and it going missing- it couldn’t... “Why, are you scared now? I did quite like to be held and kissed by you. I had known you were the sort to talk to animals, but not to the extent you actually did... Fu fu...”

“This is- what... What kind of joke is this-!” nausea swirled on her stomach as Malleus walked towards her, cursing internally for having her back against the door. Her pulse beat loudly in her ears, her stomach sick with fear- had she... Had she just been housing her stalker all these days?! Coddling him and kissing him- letting him watch her sleep- watch her change?! “N-no...! You- you saw- I...!”

“I... I saw, indeed.” the accusation made some color rise to his pale cheeks, but his twisted expression wasn’t shaken. “If it helps you, I did turn around to give you some modesty- whenever I was feeling particularly respectful, that is. However... You must understand, being placed in this sort of situation, to be cared for by the one you desire... Sometimes watching was all I could do not to grow bored- surely you understand, don’t you?”

“N-no, this is... Crowley wouldn’t...!” every step Malleus took closer to them, the more they felt like they could genuinely faint from sheer terror, the only thing keeping them anchored was the absolute refusal to fall unconscious while in a locked room with Malleus. “He- he didn’t say...! I would have refused if I’d known it was you- just...! G-go to your dorm! Get out! L-leave me alone!”

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” said Malleus, finally taking the step that made him stand just in front of his darling. With them on the floor, he towered over them- looking down with a smirk that sent chills down their body. “Tell me... Won’t you give me a little kiss today, too? Or would you rather I return the favour for all the care you gave me?”

How the yandere dormitory leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Malleus and Vil) would react to discovering that female MC gave Valentine's Day chocolates to Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek (MC gave the first years boys because they are the closet friends of her, as a thanks for being with her on Night Raven and making the stay in this world a little better)? Sorry for my English, I use Google translation

No need to apologize, anon! I hope that you enjoy these ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

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Hello again Capri-san! I have a yandere drabble idea, if it's okay? The prompt is "I’m doing this for you, I’m doing all of this for you. When are you going to see that?" (I don't know why, but I can imagine Riddle, Azul or Malleus saying that...)

Hi again too Missy Azul(*´ω｀*)

Drabble ideas/prompts are always welcome! uwu and I went with Malleus this time cause I recently just read a Diasomnia nsfw headcanon and ugh it got me feeling a certain way for Malleus HAHA, though this has more of a Yandere feel to it so I hope you don't mind it!

Asks are under works. Your patience is greatly appreciated and my slowness deserves to be burned at the stake along with my whole body.

[ Defiance ]

Yandere!Malleus x F!Reader drabble

"I'm doing this for you. I'm doing all of this for you,when are you going to see that?" Malleus's words are a harsh plea and as his hand grip your wrists to pull them over your head, you felt a rage bursting inside you.

"Liar." You snapped. "All you've done is kept me in a cage like some kind of animal. How is that even considered love?"

"It is." Malleus growled,his canines visible as he leaned in forward and you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He had you pinned against the castle's door and despite your struggling,the hold he had on you was painfully firm. It almost felt like your arms were going to come off if he pulled you up any higher.

"It is my expression of love and you've spat on it countless of times and this is no different." His free hand came to wrap itself around your neck and though he didn't yet placed any force on it, fear trickled down your spine.

Malleus smiled at that. How subconsciously submissive you were to his intimidation and in truth, it made him soft to see how scared you were of him. You were so small after all compared to him,so fragile he could snap you in two within seconds.

"You're trembling,my lovebird" He mused,his voice dark and low as it tickled your senses.

"Are you perhaps seducing me into forgiving you?"

"Never." You growled,gaze flaring like wild fire at the smugness he held as his eyes roamed your figure then.

"Never?" Malleus repeated with a laugh before he leaned in once more,his body pressing into you so intimately you felt your skin shiver at the closeness before heat surged within you the moment he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your ear,pulling away only slightly to trail his lips along the side of your bare neck.

He always loved the way you tasted on his tongue,more so when he had the folds of your vulva trembling on it.

Oh,the things he'd do to you now to make that defiant look in your eyes disappear.

Malleus felt his desire churn in his stomach.

"Such a heavy word to throw around,don't you think?"

Your lips parted, but Malleus shoved two fingers in them before you could find words to snap at him again. The sound of your voice cracking from the intrusion stirred him on and when he felt your teeth clamping down on them, he elicited a dark growl,untamed and ravenous.

"Bite all you want,my lovebird. Your marks on me are only proof of your devotion to me after all."

Yandere Azul Ashengrotto x Female Darling - Soulmate story. (Twisted wonderland) Warning: Yandere themes, Dark themes, Female reader insert.

Request:  Hi there! Can I request a NSFW story or headcanons (what do you think is best) with yandere Azul x fem!Reader with soulmate prompt - seeing the world in black and white and after meeting each other for the first time start to see the colors? However, Azul’s soulmate seems very unhappy to have him as a partner for the rest of his life. Thank you very much!!!

Author’s note: Thank you for the wonderful request!

The world around Azul was comprised of three easily identifiable colors – black, white and gray, creating a bleak reality within his mind that never piqued his interest no matter where he went. The scenery both within the depths of the Coral Sea and above it looked eerily familiar – crashing waves and majestic landscapes colored in different shades of grey lacking the warmth that other people were able to perceive, robbing him of a splendid view that others were allowed to enjoy.

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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.

aaa im so happy! ive been following your blog for a bit and love your writing but never had the chance to request something before :) take your time and take it easy though! i was wondering if i could have hcs for how yandere azul with someone who had a similiar childhood to him, so, getting bullied and being friendless for a while? i just feel like hed quite latch onto someone who finally just *gets* what he went through on a personal level sdlfksdf

warnings: general yandere content

azul ashengrotto

when he hears of his darling’s past, azul is immediately trying to see how he can use this for his advantage. his childhood left him deeply hurt, and he knows in his lowest moments he could have been easily manipulated

... however, he can’t bring himself to do such a thing

he ends up talking about his childhood with his darling; just inviting them over and talking. he doesn’t feel judged or weak, knowing they went through such a similar experience

azul also listens quite intently to his darling, even if it makes his blood boil to hear about those horrible things. in his eyes, his darling is simply the best person to exist- the thought of them crying, being teased like he was gets his anger going, although he’s good at hiding that and acting comforting instead

it’s quite clear azul is clinging to them. he feels like he can let his guard down around them, go to them for comfort without feeling like they’ll turn against him

he won’t use their past against them to keep them close: he feels like that... would hit too close home for him. however, getting close to them means he also knows all about them

even when acting possessive and protective, azul will be careful to make sure his words and actions are always kind, almost manipulatively so. the last thing he wants is to open up old wounds- but this just means his caring and loving attitude makes it all the more difficult to escape from his grasp

it’s very, very clear azul is a clingy and needy lover, but in this scenario, it’s amplified. he convinces himself that because he went through something similar, his darling will understand all what he does- even when what he does is limiting their freedom

Hi there! How are you? Can I request a yandere Silver x Y/N (gender neutral or female), who is not aware of Silver's yandere personality, naively says "I really like your company Silver-senpai"?

I hope this is okay? I’m not too sure about Silver’s personality but I tried;;

It was enchanting and delightful how naive you were. He could have a possessive grip on you and you wouldn’t even notice his intentions. It was something to cherish for sure, but it also had Silver worried, a lot. What if something happened to you? What if someone took advantage of your naivety? It made his watching over you all the more difficult, but...that was fine. It meant he would always be near you to make sure nobody hurt you.

“Silver?” You poked at him, a curious expression on your face, “What’re you thinking about?”

A smile graced his face. You were so kind, so gentle, to the point that you wouldn’t even swat a fly away because, ‘It didn’t do anything to me!’

Did he really deserve you?

No, of course not.

“Just how much I’m in love with you,” he muttered, snuggling his head into your lap. He softly moaned at the fingers in his hair, turning over with hooded eyes to look you in the face. The same gentle smile, the same sereneful eyes, the same soft hair falling around you. Such an angelic presence near him made him calmer, safer almost.

Seeing the blush struck upon your face made him smile back at you, a blessed sight to see. Even though he watches you everyday, he can never get enough of your flushed expressions. Your hand reached down and stroked his face and he leaned into the grasp, savouring your touch. With a softened expression, you said, “I really like your company, Silver-senpai...Please don’t leave me…”

His heart skipped a beat at that. Was this for real? Did you really want him to stay with you? Maybe even...forever? It warmed his heart to think about it. You were blind to his darker intentions and for that…

Silver was thankful.