#twised wonderland

[hanafubukki]

Sleep

YN/MC/Yuu: *Exhausted* I’m so tired I could sleep a thous-

Malleus: *Raises Wand*

YN/MC/Yuu: -still a figure of speech Malleus.

Malleus: *Lowers Wand*

[alexisomnias]

— BESIDE YOU . . | twst

⤷ moving in with them after graduation

characters | HEARTSLABYUL

✎ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• He wants everything to be perfect. He wants you to be happy every second of the day your home, he loves you so much haha. So expect him to be a little stiff and nervous at the beginning

• He establishes household rules with you. The rules aren’t stuffy or stiff but more so schedule like rules. Examples being who does what chores on what day, not to do this, boundaries, etc.)

• Riddles own household situation was AWFUL; so he wants the complete opposite for you! He won’t allow you to be reckless, but he won’t allow the house to feel strain or unwelcoming. So he gets you to help him loosen up a bit!

• He is NOT doing the cooking on his own. Get him a cookbook or help him with it lol, he won’t get cooking on his own. But it’s a cute learning experience + bonding time for you both

• Riddle unfortunately will not cuddle you in bed , which sucks since he’s a heater on his own. His skin is always warm, so if you want to cuddle him, just hold him

• Strict bedtime schedule for him. You can go to bed and wake up anytime but he’s in bed by 9:30pm and awake by 6:30am

• HE HAS A GARDEN GOING! He plants a rose field in your backyard along with some strawberries. It’s a red row outside. Beautiful though

• You don’t even have to worry about the bathroom tbh, Riddle doesn’t spend a lot of time on his appearance. He spends enough that he looks refined, but it’s not overdone either

• He actually found a struggle in picking a place aha, money wasn’t the problem he just overthought every aspect of the home. Whether or not you’d be comfortable, how much space would it be, the conditions. So you did help with the picking lol

• This is his first time actually losing contact with his mother, which is a larger step than you may think. But he’s okay with it since he’s doing it alongside you, and he’s so, so much happier since his everyday starts and ends with you

✎ ACE TRAPPOLA

• Ace is ecstatic to finally be moving in with you. He’s excited to finally take this big step into each others lives. Though he may not show it, he’s also pretty nervous. He doesn’t want you to get sick of him…

• God give you patience because you’ll need it. This man will test a tiny bit every day

• Ace isn’t very accustomed to household chores lol, so you may need to do some heavy lifting. He will do the dishes though

• I can see you two having smaller meals rather then larger ones, just smaller quick heat-up meals, unless your a huge cooker, then he’s not complaining

• He’s fucking NERVOUS when you two agree to sleep on the same bed, he’ll tease you while his brain runs miles on whether or not he snores or kicks in his sleep

• Everyday is pretty fun and chill with him, whether it’s just casually throwing pillows at one another; random hugs in the hallway, or just chilling on the couch watching movies.

• I can see Ace as a kid who sleeps with a light on 😭 so expect a little night light next to his side of the bed when falling asleep.

• Ace will mistake your clothing with his, and no he does not care. His clothes are yours, so yours are his. A fair deal, no?

• On the earlier days of the move in, Ace wanted to be seen as a reliable significant other, and would often do grand domestic gestures akin to one’s in books or movies. Later on though he’s chilled and it’s like living with a roommate.

• ITS A FIGHT FOR THE SHOWER, he’d spend an hour in the shower, and two in the bath. Bro takes FOREVER just to never brush his hair

• Ace is more of a roommate than a househusband, he can be annoying or caring. It really depends on the day haha.

✎ DEUCE SPADE

• He’s scared shitless. He’s making a huge step in his life moving in with you! It’s the first time he’s moving out of his moms home, and he’s worried moving in together will cause a small strain and lead to arguments

• All his worrying was for naught though, as once you two move in together it’s literally a cute slice of life perfect movie

• Deuce is either able to cook a good meal, or he burns down the kitchen. He can make smaller meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But larger meals is something he should get help on

• Speaking of meals he ensures you eat all three meals a day! It’s good for you, and if you’re not hungry he’ll mix up a fruit bowl or something small like that for you to munch on.

• It’s either shocking or not that his favourite thing of home life to do with you is shop. It’s kind of weird, but the process of creating a shopping list, planning meals, then going out and buying the groceries before helping carry them in just make his heart flutter. He’s helping you, and in a way it solidifies that you both are in each others lives.

• He may develop insomnia because he gets so nervous sleeping next to you! It takes a while before he grows accustomed to your presence. It’s not your fault, he’s just a nervous wreck.

• He FaceTime's his mom every week to check up on her 🥹 sometimes you’ll be next to him and she’ll talk to you asking for an honest answer on how Deuce has been holding up. It’s an adorable family situation. You guys aren’t even married but it feels like she’s your mama too.

• He wants to adopt a pet with you, doesn’t  matter what kind. I can see Deuce as a huge family oriented guy, so a small cat or dog (or something else if you’re allergic) to take care of together would make him super happy!

• He’ll probably do most of the driving around unless you enjoy it. He likes driving you around in a car, or he’ll take you out for a night drive on his magi-wheel after dinner

• He takes a lot of time in the morning to get his makeup perfect, and to straighten his hair haha

✎ CATER DIAMOND

• HE WAS SO EXCITED TO MOVE IN WITH YOU! Big step who? He only knows excitement!

• Through this you see all sides of Cater. He can’t bare to keep up his always smiles at home, so while at home you’ll see him be much more relaxed and quiet. He doesn’t keep to himself, but he isn’t as bright as he seems to be on average.

• He admits that he loves the concept of being in each others lives like this, making a permanent mark on each others everyday.

• He isn’t a huge eater, so you really don’t need to make lunch or even sometimes breakfasts for him.

• He makes daily posts on Magicam and Twstter about some things of your day to day, whether it’s a meal you make, just cuddling or funny stories you can expect an update on living from cay-cay everyday!

• He takes at least 10 photos everyday, you know those moms who take a photo of you every second? He’s like that, he adores memories. He has his own little album under the bed he sometimes looks through..

• He's HUGEEE on décor, so expect him to do most of the furnishing and going furniture shopping with you once you two buy a house! He loves it.

• The communication with the bathroom is actually pretty good, you both have a schedule for who will shower when, and you both do your makeup and hair together <3

• When in bed, he’ll wrap his legs and entangle them with yours! He likes feeling connected to you (if you’re uncomfortable with that, he may also hold your hand!)

• He takes you out on a date at least once every two weeks! Whether it’s in the home, or out for dinner he ensures to treat you and make you feel loved.

• Cater organizes your outfits for the day sometimes!! He’ll make you both some matching outfit plans sometimes, or he’ll spend the night before setting up outfits for the next day, going through the closets and working with you.

• He enjoys being able to relax and settle down with you in the comfort of the home, with a blanket over him not needing to worry about the stress of being unliked or ruining the mood. Simply enjoying each other.

✎ TREY CLOVER

• You’d think you were living together for years by how perfect everything seems with him??

• He’s got the house all cleaned, and knows how to keep it that way, he has a schedule already set for you and him. HES GOT EVERYTHING !!

• As you should expect, he does most of the cooking, he likes having decent size meals, normally two food to each dinner (a side dish and main). He also always has dessert for you both ready! He bakes during the day sometimes when neither of you are working!

• Definitely tries to ensure if you have unhealthy habits you get them on the healthier side. Like poor eating habits and insomnia he tries to help best he can.

• Run for the hills, he’ll ensure you spend ten minutes brushing your teeth every morning and night. He never stops, he’ll spend 30 minutes in the bathroom just brushing his teeth istg

• Trey probably wakes up 7:30 sharp or something like that. So rip your ears if you don’t like alarms

• Househusband for real, he’ll do the chores around the house though sometimes you guys set a plan on who will do what

• He’s very schedule oriented, he has a day plan for everyday lol

• He’ll do the grocery shopping for you! But sometimes you have to go with him to ensure he doesn’t overspend on baking ingredients haha!

• Trey isn’t a huge cuddler but he will wrap his arms around you sometimes! Or he’ll touch skin with you

[aspiringnearadult]

day 12 of memes

[dollwritesarchive]

If you are still acepting ideas for kinktober, maybe sexual mindbreak (kinda like brainwashing by pleasure???) with any character of your liking from Twisted Wonderland? Or public casual cockwarming? ....AAAAAaaAa I hope those aren't too weird or hardcore

yes!! omg don’t worry love, not at all too weird or hardcore 💕 i chose mindbreak because i already have a cockwarmimg fic for kinktober & i chose idia because i’ve been itching to write some crazy yandere idia!!

𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 ( 𝒾 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ) ⎹ 𝓘.𝓢.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ twisted wonderland / kinktober 2022 / @dollsotome-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ yandere idia shroud x reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ dark fic, dubcon turned consensual, mindbreak, past bondage mention, idia has some homemade toys for reader, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal penetration, suggested hostage / stockholm syndrome

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.3k / mini musing

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog and leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions.

Idia was terrified of being away from you. just the thought of you left unsupervised on campus with your fellow classmates was enough to send him into a fit of jealousy— he wished he could go with you to every class and ensure that not a one even spoke to you, but the need to stay hidden was just as overwhelming.

still, he knew what a gem he had in you, and surely the others could see it, too.

what if they tried to steal you from him?

he couldn’t let that happen.

that was why he’d brought you to his dorm, and you’d never left. with tablet in hand, as he sat as his desk, he watched your visage squirm on the bed in the other room. he could hear you moaning from the open door to his left, and every single time you’d call out for him he wanted to sprint to you, attack you, and bury himself so deep inside you that you felt him in your bones. but every time, he’s restrained himself. you hadn’t been ready.

however, when you cried out this time, and your back arched off the bed, he could hear the desperation for him in your voice, and he knew you were ready.

his hands were shaking, so he gripped the tablet with one and shoved the other in his hoodie when he meandered into the bedroom— he knew the second he caught sight of you squirming on his bed he was done for. one hand up against the pillow, and the other gripping your own breast, your hips were rutting up into the air, and his little project, two thick and pumping dildos fastened to a makeshift chastity belt, was whirring at the speed he’d set. you’d endured so many orgasms today alone that there was already a puddled wet patch of sheets under you, and your thighs glistened with sweat and essence. from where he stood in the doorway, he could see the base of each, thrusting into you at opposite rhythms, keeping both of your holes occupied. and then there were the vibrators: three high powered, blue bullets that he’d modified with tacky, flat bases that were stuck to your body— one glued to your clit beneath the waistband of the device, and the other two sucking on either nipple.

the goal had been to override your brain with so much pleasure that it simply malfunctioned. and, by the glassy look in your eyes and the drunken half smile on your lips when you saw him watching you, it’d worked. maybe he’d even overdone it.

his eyes fall to your wrists. he made a mental note that the rope burn had almost completely healed. restraints were no longer needed, you didn’t tell him that you wanted to go back to your own dorm anymore, you didn’t beg for him to turn the device down or to let you go back to class.

“I—Idia…!” you mewl, grinding into the air.

Idia took his time though, taking slow steps into the room, and his golden gaze drops to the tablet in his hand; one swipe of his thumb and he’d switched over to the device’s accompanying app, and he rolled the pad of his finger along the virtual dial. the machinery whines in response, pumping into you faster and harder. “It’s hard to focus on doing both of our assignments when you moan that pretty,” he muttered, but he was breathless. you gasp, and your head drops back, and his heart skips a beat. “You’re… so damn distracting…” he comes closer, watching you with hungry eyes, and his free hand comes up, pushing wild blue flames away from his face. they hiss in submission, curling behind his ears and down his back as he sits on the bed beside your writhing form. “Should I make you another cock to suck on while I work to quieten you down?” but truth be told, he didn’t want to do that. if he couldn’t hear you moaning, whimpering, screaming out in ecstasy— then it wasn’t worth it.

you push your lower lip out in a heart-melting pout, trying to force your heavily lidded eyes to stay open so you can look up at him, “Mmm— missed you…” you pant, both of your hands grabbing at his hoodie, trying to pull him closer. “Missed— you—“

heart pounding, fingers twitching, Idia’s eyes are alight with joy to hear how needy you sounded, and feel you pawing for him. “Say that again.” it was almost a plea as he scoots closer, dropping the tablet against the ocean of sheets. both hands grab and cradle your face.

“I missed you!” you moan, eyes threatening to roll back from how furiously you were being stretched and filled.

the confession alone is enough to have his cock twitching against his thigh, and he leans closer, until he can feel your hot, little puffs of breath on his mouth. “You want me to stay with you?” you nod, squirming, “Beg me, baby.”

“Please, Idia, mmnn, please please stay with me!”

“And you don’t ever want to leave me?”

you shake your head, brows knitting together. your breathing was ragged, and your toes kept curling, the muscles in your thighs and your belly contracting— you were on the brink of another orgasm.

“You’ll… never… ever… leave me.” he rasps out, lips ghosting over yours as he forms each word. you’re desperate to taste his lips, your own parting and trying to catch his, whispering each word he says under your breath as if reciting a mantra. “You’re mine. You’re happy to be mine.”

“I’m happy, fuck, Idia, I’m so happy!” another nod, and you hold on to his hoodie for dear life, “Kiss me, please,” you whine, “kiss…”

it was beyond tempting, and his tongue flicks at his couplet in anticipation, but he merely stares at your expression as your eyes close, before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your temple. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, and he glances to the tablet on the bed as you nuzzle your face into his neck. you didn’t even mind when the flames of his bangs flicked at your cheeks, you peppered his cool skin in loving, sloppy kisses instead. “So close…” with your face smushed against his throat, you nod, fervent, and he reaches over to tap twice on the screen of his tablet.

the device slowed to a stop, and you began to fidget, babbling in protest and trying to rock against the toys. “W—wait, wait, wait, I—“

“Shh,” Idia replies, kissing all over your forehead, willowy digit tapping another button and swiping; the machine releases from your body, toys pulling out, and then falls against the bed, “shh, baby, hold on to it. Don’t let it slip,” he’s already shoving the device aside and peeling out of his hoodie, nudging himself between your trembling, open legs, “this one is mine. I want to fuck it out of you myself.”

you stare up at him, eyes glazed and mouth hanging open. you’re happy. “I’m yours.” you whimper.

you’re happy.

you’re so fucking happy to be his.

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐱♧

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: An unexpected ending. [mc x Malleus Draconia]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER. This is just a drabble I imagined as i was listening to "Once upon a dream". this song does weird things to me ig. I wanted it to be a fluffyy-ish drabble, but it ended up being a little bit yandere, guess It's just me and my habits. By reading this there will be hints of yandere behaviours, slightly suggestive themes and fluff.

I walked with you once upon a dream..

The sweet music continued to resonate in the lightly lit ballroom as the muffled sounds of the shoes dragging in a slow and harmonious were ignored by the two.

The gloved hands of the fae were so gracefully resting on the precious material of your dress, as if to fear that a wrong movement might have snatched away that so graceful and fragile dream and made it fade into shades of black and pain, slightly rippling his fingers so you could not escape him in any way, and while the nostalgic melody seemed to project both in a new and intimate space.

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..

His adam’s apple moved in sync with the voices that rocked the melody, humming as his pure emerald eyes melted into yours for those that looked like minutes, just watching you and wandering what did he do for deserving someone like you. You truly were something from another world.

He continued before resting his hand that had fallen down your hips back on you upper back as he hooked and led you to wedge your head in his slightly chilly neck.

You could feel the vibrations on the scalp cleverly woven previously by experienced fae, humming melodies that you catched in your childhood, you could hear the invisible noise of the tissues rubbing against each other as the long skirt curled around the ankles of the fae while he made you move against him.

The night breeze along with the distinct smell of pine trees snuck inside the room, thus bringing your hair and his to move in tandem.

One of his hands tightly wrapped to yours as you glided along the polished tiles of the hall, so bright and resplendent that you can admire the ceiling painted with its suffused candles and dream of dancing on all those, as if to separate you two and that other world was just a sheet of thin but invisible glass that you both erased with the flutter of capes.

The glow of his irises seemed to shine even more when he twirled you one last time before taking off a glove and grabbing your warmest.

The black enamel, that seemed to be perpetually applied to his nails, shimmered under the subtle and cold moonshine made the pale skin even more ethereal as the muscles and bones of his hand moved simultaneously with the movement of his thumb that tenderly caressed your soft hand and laid in your lap.

His feline eyes were only and only directed at you as he flew his other hand across your abdomen, gently tracing elegant spirals before moving to your cleavage and slowly trace with his fingers both collarbones, causing a series of chills that did nothing but fuel the glow of his irises and his mischievous smile that he put in so you could see his dimples and sharp fangs.

A view dedicated and destined only to his beloved, the only one that had been able to melt the metal armor and intrude with arrogance in his mind, body and soul.

He slid his cold nails down the softness of your neck, making sure to map every single part of it before cuddling one hand in the recess while the other continued to travel the lines of your face, the jaw, tracing and leaving touches ghosts everywhere his hand passed, your skin that tried to mark in focus every sensation and every tingling that his touch carried away every time he moved.

He drew the bridge of the lips, the sagging of the nasal septum, slightly cold cheeks, eyelids and eyelashes, as well as eyebrows and forehead.

Your moonlight reflection was ethereal to him, so unnaturally perfect even for a fae like him. He had seen other similar beauties that for humans were merely unattainable, a different elegance and simply alien even to the most beautiful among both men and women, levels of perfection that even he did not think he could imagine as a kid.

But you made him think otherwise.

You could have your infinite imperfections, but to him, the outer shell was a simple appearance, and he knew that often the most beautiful people were actually the most rotten and poisonous.

To him it was your attitude that drew him to you like a moth, coveting and devouring those acts of benevolence and kindness that were taken from him by his seemingly unapproachable character and his status that could not be ignored to the point of simply chaining him to you.

The burning desire was not something that could simply extinguish with a snap of the fingers and a simple spell, the flames that burned it from the inside did not do high that claw at the chest whenever he thought of you, to your projects you chose to share with him.

The only way was to be with you.

His brows were softened by the memory of your marriage, the same dance you had now performed with the same passion and love, which always had something new: a movement more violent or sweeter, the music stronger and promiscuous or more sweet and lulling, inducing both to a hypnotism from which neither wanted to wake up.

Clearing his throat, he walked to one of the many stained glass windows from the various places with your hand in his.

Shades of green, purple and white dominated the stained glass windows that portrayed stories of ancient times full of magic and graceful figures sculpted elegantly in glass plates so refined that you ask if people like that could really exist and if places like those depicted could even be minimally described by those who had never been able to admire them.

They told stories and the ancient history of the Briar Valley along it's rulers and kingdom.

The clothes so different and so unique from everything I could see, jewels so beautiful to make shine even from a simple representation. And a recurring horned woman like the ones that your husband proudly had.

As the clouds moved in front of the moon, it seemed that those still images turned into a waltz of actions, coronations, struggles and victories, of people living their lives in colored mirrors ,indifferent to people who could observe them.

Images so intricate that you wonder how many people it took to complete even one and how long it took.

The glass was slightly wrinkled, which distorted the moonlight like crystal clear water reflecting sunlight on the golden sand, and framed by skilfully worked iron in such a way as to look majestic while remaining simple at the same time.

He continued to walk along the corridor illuminated by flaming torches that gave perpetual light to paintings of imposing women and men, young people and children who exhibited their figure in immortal paintings. It stopped when suddenly a wave of wonder and dislocation did not overwhelm both your bodies, leaving behind nothing but shining lights as if to witness your passage.

A warm breath on the neck, fangs dragging gracefully over the flesh near your ear, as if they weren’t there at all.

"Just as the way you did once upon a dream, my dearest"

[haru-natsuka]

Last step part 1 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader)

Genre: Romance

Continuation of Chapter 1 : First step (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader)

In the vast garden near the side of the castle, two kids, a boy and girl were running around and playing together, the vibe they were making up silly and hilarious scenarios, and making each other giggle with their playful banter. They were so wrapped up in their antics that everything happening around them seemed distant and far away.

Their energy and excitement were contagious, and their deep connection and friendship was evident to all who saw them. It was just a perfect day filled with joy, laughter, and fun.

The mother of the girl was sneaking off the kids' antics in secret as she kept on giggling to herself. Clearly she was voting them to be together due to the vibe around them. Should she discuss this with Ruggie, the boy's father?

As you were too immersed in observing the kids, a hand sneakily wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a tight embrace from behind. Before you could even scream for help, another hand was clasped on her mouth and her voice just came out as muffled. The rapid heartbeat and pounding chest felt overwhelming and disorienting, making it difficult to think clearly or speak. It was a frightening experience. Was this another assassination in killing you because you are one of the royal?

"Why are you hiding yourself here, dear?" That one particular familiar deep tone and yet calming was the one that reassured you that the person behind you meant no harm. Your body's stop squirming for escape in his grips and you lean your back on his hard toned chest. You raised your head to look up at him who was staring down back at you with his usual smug smile that charmed your heart.

Leona noticed that you would not let out any scream as you know it just him, slowly release his hand on top of your mouth and gingerly stroking your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead. A smile of delight forms on your face as you love the affection he gives you and silently want more of it.

The marital relationship between you both had progressed drastically after the first step you took. Turns out, both of you actually have feelings for each other but did not know how to show it and now let's just say you and Leona were very affectionate even in public.

"I'm just watching our daughter. The two of them might even fall in love of they spend more time with each other"

"You mean that little bastard of Ruggie?"

"Hey, don't say that. He might be our son-in-law before you know it" Leona was giving the boy his aggressive glare as if he wanted to punish the boy for approaching his beloved cute daughter.

"No, my daughter will not get married. She only needs a man who is her father. I should punish Ruggie for bringing that brat"

"Leona don't. Ruggie and his son have done nothing wrong and I will bless their relationship" You caressed Leona's arms to calm him down and divert his gaze from the kids towards you by holding his cheek. That is enough to make his anger decreased as he melt with your touch and affection.

"Alright, let's not focus on this. The future is unpredictable. Instead, you can focus on the current moment like spending more time with your husband before his expedition" He snuggled closer to her as he rubbed his cheek into her palm.

Although both couples would prefer to indulge themself in their newfound happiness, they need to put it aside for a while as their country was hit with heavy drought. In the first place, their country did not have very good land as plants would rarely grow and it was very hard to find any sources of water.

They push everything bad to the unfortunate second prince while the firstborn is raised in glory. It was very unfair and unfortunate but second on the throne barely could do anything except abide by everything. The only way to overcome this situation this time was unluckily to ask for His Majesty, Farena's help. Leona's only brother.

"Make sure you come back safe. The journey is long and tough but please come back as soon as you can. We will miss you dearly, Leona."

"I did not even think to spend a lot of time in that place. My place is beside you and our daughter only. You guys are the only ones for me, dear. I love both of you so much."

"We love you too, my husband. Safe journey"

With a heavy heart, Leona went ahead with his visit to his brother's kingdom and everyone else could only wait in anticipation for the benefit of his journey there. It should take only about a week for Leona to return but there was no news of him yet. Therefore, everyone could just wait and wait until it was already one month of a sleepless night. In the early morning, a royal carriage came into Leona's estate.

As you cannot wait any more, you grabbed your outerwear and eagerly ran down towards the carriage from your shared chamber. After a month, your husband is finally back. You would shower him with kisses and hugs and even if he got annoyed because of it you would never stop. It had been a long wait. However, no new delightful news greets you. No Leona came to greet you except for his corpse. Instead of victory, he returned back as a kingdom betrayer. He had killed Farena, Sunset Savana's king.

Next: Last step part 2 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader)

[cozymochi]

If you were to make a character that had to be based on a Disney villain, which Disney villain would it be? 🥴

Don’t pressure me with that face i know you know i made some already but i’m giving a different answer!

Anyway, erm, if I were to pick someone else, I’d make an NRC staff member based off of Maestro Forte from that beauty and the beast christmas movie. You know that big, scary, tim curry mfer who was the most interesting part of that very strange movie. Like, look at him he’s terrifying. Perfect for a teaching job.

And he’d be NRCs music teacher. Which im gonna show now

shaking rn, sing “hello” to Professor Fugue. You better sing. You have to. He gets mad if you don’t.

for the twst ask meme

[special-mooon]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR TWST MCs IM SO CURIOUS

(Here are some questions for ur MCs)

What’s your MCs name?

Are they human?

What do they look like?

When’s their birthday + zodiac sign?

What’s their background?

Were they originally from Twisted wonderland or did they come from a different world?

How did they end up in twst?

Do they speak more than 1 language?

Are they a student?

(If not a student) what’s their involvement at the school? (Staff, worker, etc)

(If not a student) How are they with the students and Teachers/staff?

How are they as a student? (Hard working, lazy, in between, etc)

What subject are they good at?

What part of the school do they like to hang out?

What dorm do they belong to?

Do they use magic?

What’s their unique magic?

Are they related to anyone at the school?

Who are they close friends with?

Do they have a special talents?

Any unique body features? (Tattoos, scars, piercings, etc)

What teacher are they close to?

How strong are they?

Are there any twst characters they don’t like?

Do they have a love interest?

What type of clothes do they like to wear?

Any fun facts about them?

Anything else you want to say about them?

If you have any art of your MCs please share! I’m so curious to see everyone’s MCs 😭💜

[hanafubukki]

Malleus Draconia’s Flower Bouquet Meaning Revisited

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

So, I have already made a post about Malleus Draconia’s Flower Bouquet Meaning   but now knowing what I do about Book 7 and then seeing these flowers and their meanings again? The flower language has an added layer to them now and it just makes me want to go crazy. 🌺🌺🥺🥺

The way they chose his bouquet? and the way they intertwined it from what we knew about him in the past to what we know about him now? It’s just makes me so giddy because I love him so much and we are getting so much more in depth with him.

Anyways, obviously, Book 7 spoilers ahead so tread with caution. ☺️🌺💕

I won’t be mentioning all the meanings and flowers I mentioned in the original Flower language post I made for him (if you're curious, the masterlist link is given and so is the original post). I will only be mentioning the meanings/flowers that stood out to me even more now.

So, we know family to Malleus is everything, but even then, for their happiness, he wouldn’t speak his true thoughts. It is only when Silver breaks down that his emotions which he was holding in break. His hold was already fragile from Lilia’s and MC’s revelation and now, we have Silver who usually can’t express himself well, breaking down in front of malleus. 

You know...the one who helped raise him (with Lilia) and probably sees Silver as a little brother, which leads on to his OB.

Malleus literally OBs because he doesn’t want to loose Lilia.

and I bring these points up just to show what family means to malleus.

I also want to bring up that, like in Maleficent 2, Malleus doesn’t understand humans. Which is one of the reasons why he’s attending NRC. That is also why at times Lilia and the others have to make him understand what he clearly doesn't compute lol.

With these thoughts, onto flower meanings we go:

Flower Colors: 

Green Flowers: Youth is one of the meanings for this flower and in this chapter we get an idea of his age. Dragon Fae lives for a long time, with reaching age of maturity at 1000. Malleus was said to be around the age of his fellow classmates (so maybe around 200-500 years?) in terms of human development. 

White Flowers: True love, purity, and sympathy. We already know about True love connection and as Malleus put Lilia to sleep, time will only tell who wakes him up. Though maybe, just maybe, Malleus will be waken up with True Love kiss? by Lilia? Sympathy and innocence plays a huge role in Chapter 2 of book 7. Malleus’ innocence of not wanting to loose his family but also the sympathy he felt towards Lilia, especially when he mentioned how great Lilia used to be and now he can’t even stop Malleus or perform a strong magic spell against him.

Red Flowers: pride, passion, strength all played a a role into malleus OB and putting everyone to sleep. It was his love for others and his strength that allowed him to do such while in control of his emotions. After all, he didn’t go feral or uncontrollable yet.

Bouquet:

Green Roses: Renewal and New Beginnings is what I want to focus on for this flower. Renewal in the sense of him not loosing Lilia and in a sense, Lilia would be healed in his dreams. As for New Beginnings...well, Malleus said it himself didn’t he? You will be the hero of your own story and he will show you the True Happy Ending.

Hidden Lilies: As mentioned before, Lilies = Lilia in my mind and with the added meaning of Love and Rebirth? It only confirms that these flowers represents Lilia even more. In a sense, these dreams are a way to have Lilia be reborn to his old self again (at the cost of Malleus’s life?).

White Amaryllis: The symbolic meaning of children and innocence, in the end, Malleus Ob because of his love for Lilia. Malleus might see Lilia as a father figure and that need and desperation of having Lilia alive and with him cries out as innocence and devotion of a child doesn’t it?

Hypericum Berries: Peace, protection, and rebirth, all of which again brings to mind why he put them all to sleep.

Thistle: Pain and aggressiveness which given all that Malleus feels in Chapter 2, this stands out even more now and what he was feeling.

I am surprised time and time again how much this story and the diasomnia family are entwined and how much they love each other 🥺💕🌺 Feel free to come scream with me in the comments and my inbox 💕💜

[alexisomnias]

— YOUR TEARS. . . | twst

⤷ you cry to them, how do they comfort you?

DM REQUEST: comfort fic, platonic or romantic, [TW] described panic attacks, crying

characters | DIASOMNIA

✎ MALLEUS DRACONIA

• When your crying, he tends to just sit and hold you. You don't have to speak or explain to him, he'll just hold you until your willing to talk or until you no longer want to be held.

• After you've calmed down, he'll invite you out on a walk! Fresh air always makes people more refreshed and he hopes it'll help you feel better.

• For the most part, I can see him wanting to distract you from your issues. Not in a way of invalidating them, but in more of a way distract you until your out of your depressive state. He would wait years, so don't worry darling. Your nothing close to a bother.

• He's not to educated on others feelings or emotions. But he knows he'll never be able to truly understand how your feeling. If you yourself are unsure of whatever is running through your mind, he knows there's no way he could either. Though, as long as he can be a pillar for you to lean on he's okay, and he'll be there with you until your smiling truthfully again.

        Malleus could feel you shake against his much taller frame. His hands rubbed along your arm comfortingly like how he remembered Lilia doing to him. The sound of your sobs echoing around as he holds you close. Ensuring he's hiding you from the prying eyes of the world around you both. A wall to cover you and keep you safe and comforted.         He doesn't say anything as you cry, he won't say anything unless you ask for it. His words hold less value then the ones of your own. He listens to you vent out your feelings when you wish to do so. And when you stop, he kisses your gentle, fragile skin.

"You don't have to be okay, you don't have to be okay for anyone. I'm not going to pretend I know what your going through, all I know is that everything feels like its falling apart." he whispers, voice gentle as he tried. "You don't have to explain what's going on in your head. I'm not above your thoughts like I know everything your feeling and I could explain it in a couple of words." he laughs, though the sound is doleful, his eyes gentle and soft. "I'll not leave, unless you want me to, and I'll not stop loving you."

✎ LILIA VANROUGE

• His embrace is very parental. Its filled with love and care, patience and understanding. He holds you like a father holding his child. Not like your fragile and you'll break with a slip of a finger, but instead like a valuable item he never wants to lose.

• He'll listen to you scream, yell, cry, vent, whatever it is you do when your depressed. And he'll listen with patience and cognizance. He'll affirm you positives and he'll ensure you know how cared for you are by those around you. Theres people that care, he'll remind. And he hopes you know he's one of those people.

• He'll never shy away from the issue like it'll be resolved in a few hours, or he'll never run away from it because he see's it as a problem. He doesn't want you to feel like your trapped in a dead end all alone.

• He'll sway to whatever you find most comfortable in these cases. He'll guide you away from self-destruction and into his arms. Somewhere, where you can cry and scream at the world for whatever your going through.

        The droplets of your tears stained his shirt, and the messy strands of your hair were held in his hands. He held you lightly, like you were enveloped by a cloud as you apologized. Lilia didn't know what for, or why in the world you'd apologize for emotions. Emotions everyone feels, emotions that differ from person to person. Feelings locked by a key, the key mold breaking the untold, unfamiliar breakdowns you experience.         Through many years Lilia's seen grief, mourning, pain, fear, depression. So he had a grasp of the emotions you were feeling but not what was running through your head. Your mind being uncharted territory he'll never uncover.

"I'll leave when you wish to be alone. You are not a burden to me, or to anyone else. because your just as anyone else, someone whos struggling and in need of light. I'm in no position to tell you what your feeling, or how you should feel, or even how you should handle it. Your the only one who can give your feelings names." he whispers. Lilia's voice echoing through your ears as he eases you through your distress. "You deserve the best, and when the world gives you challenges. I'll never stop being there to help you overcome them."

✎ SILVER

• Silver is not the best at comforting others, the best he can do is listen and learn. He'll sit back if you want him to, he'll make you something to eat if you want him to. He'll even leave if you are uncomfortable. Whatever you wish he'll try to sway.

• I can see Silver as the type to calm you to sleep. Hold you, maybe wrap you (and maybe him) in a pillow fortress and listen to calming music until you fall asleep. Then if you want to talk about it in the morning, he'd be willing to listen. He'll not force you into anything.

• He'll get you to try some healthy methods he does to help relieve stress! Like having certain scents around, eating, sleeping, writing down your issues, breathing exercises, etc). Or he'll try some of your methods alongside you. He doesn't want you to feel alone!

• He'll always be there to protect you from the outside. Like a wall to your heart, he stands around it ensuring nothing can break it!

        He sits down next to you, not too close, not too far. He listens to you cry, whether you wish to vent or just cry he's open to either. He's not going to tell you how you should handle your issues. He remembers his father listening to his issues whenever he was sad. So he's going to do the same to you.         Silver found it always helped having someone willing to go through a process with you. Not saying things like, "it'll get better soon", "You'll feel better", "This'll pass", because it won't. Sadness is an emotion that follows you throughout life, and while the thing that makes you sad may no longer be there, the feeling itself doesn't just "get better" like its some kind of problem.

"We can do whatever you want. I'll be here beside you the entire way until you want time for yourself. No distance or feeling will ever push me away from you." He affirms, his eyes pure like a jewel. Staring into yours as he helps you through your dark place. "So let yourself be, nobody can judge you based on feeling they don't even understand. I'll never judge you or stop loving you just because your being human."

✎ SEBEK ZIGVOLT

• Sebek is a more talkative comforter. His voice is still stern (and unfortunately loud) but he never condemns you for how you feel. He talks you through it, not dictating how your breakdown should go, but by responding to the things you say and helping you through and let everything out healthily.

• He listens for once, he lets you let everything out. Then after he brings you or takes you somewhere. Anything you'd like to do and he'll try to uplift you while also keeping the fact that your sad visible. He won't push the issue away but he won't drag it out.

• Sebek acknowledges how you feel. He won't lie straight to you, or act like a therapist or that its a scheduled meeting for you to talk about your feelings. He'll treat it as it is. Your sad, and that's okay. And he'll be there to assure you that whatever your feeling is rational.

• And if someone else made you cry? Don't get him started, he'd strike them down like they were an ant he never even saw.

        Sebek stands by you after your emotions settle and your breathing calms. The attack moving away as he takes its place. Standing there like a guard protecting their royalty. He was abnormally quiet, as if you were a kitten he was taking care of. He would never pity you, your a strong human. Strong emotionally for sure, he admires that about you.         His honesty knows no bounds and he'd say nothing but honest views he has on you, good or bad. Either way, he's ready to be there for every step of your life. Through rough, shallow, or peaceful times, he's ready to be the boat that never sinks.

"Your not ungrateful for feeling like this. Everyone feels like this sometimes and its all completely normal." he says,. "I feel like it sometimes, er, too. Bad weeks, days, or months will come and I hope to be here by your side during those trying times!" His voice was assured, and convincing. Like he was 100 percent sure he'd be there for you whenever you call. Like lightning striking down from the sky when thunder calls.

[aspiringnearadult]

day 5 of memes

[dollwritesarchive]

I apologize (semi) for rqing my boy again but I read “you want to be choked, don’t you?” and all I could think was sweet dom Trey trying out CNC and realizing he REALLY likes it… like more than what is healthy - 😴

warnings ; cnc ( consensual nonconsent ), smut, choking, all characters portrayed including reader are 18+. minors dni

Trey hadn’t been so sure of this.

you want me to what?

take me how you want. kicking, screaming, crying. i don’t care, i just want you to fuck me like you hate me. and if i say no, fuck me harder. until i’m pounded so stupid that i just lay there and take it.

he thought about protesting the idea at first, telling you that there was no way that he could even pretend to hate you, and that was true. he almost told you that he’d rather just make love to you, but something stopped him. a microscopic inkling of curiosity— the urge to know what it was like. maybe it was an unlocked fetish gnawing at its bars, or maybe he just wanted to give you anything to make you happy.

so he said okay, and now, he was bearing down on you with your knees dug into the soil. one hand pressed on your head, the other gripping your hip, he was fucking you relentlessly. grunting, pushing you deeper into the rose bush; ruby paint still fresh spattering the back of your uniform top. he hadn’t even bothered to undress you, which made it all the more humiliating and delicious. your skirt ruffled up and over the small of your back, your soaked panties around your knees, rubbing into the dirt.

when he brings your hips back to meet a powerful thrust, you mewl and reach back to press at his taut abdomen, your body telling you that you’re too full. “Trey—-“

“Reached a limit, didn’t I?” he purrs, “That’s too bad.” feigning sympathy, he even surprises himself at just how merciless he sounded. when the hand on your hip flees to grasp your wrist, he pins it to your back instead, drilling against your quivering thighs harder, faster, until each buck of his hips is punctuated by a squeal from the pathetically helpless shape of you underneath him. your feet kick under his weight, and he moans over the sound of his skin smacking against yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good, squirming and hopeless. I could pound your pretty pussy out until you can’t even walk a straight line, how does that sound?” his fingers, svelte and previously buried in the roots of your hair, careen over your nape and around. your breath catches in your throat when his soft digit tips brush over your windpipe, and you tilt your head back upon instinct, your gaze flickering upwards to watch him dominate you from behind. your vision was already a little hazy, but one look at his countenance, twisted in sordid realization, and you knew you were in trouble.

“Please, Trey—“ you groan. you should’ve been pleading for a break, or for him to slow down lest he fuck a hole through you, but you weren’t. you knew you weren’t.

and so did he.

Trey saw the way you dropped your head back the second he touched your throat, and it sparked something deep inside him. an excitement; his gaze lighting up like fireworks. “Don’t give me those doe eyes now, sweetheart.” he mutters, leaning forward to press his torso to your back, “Do you think I didn’t just see the way you opened up for my fingers? You’re just begging for me to wrap them around that pretty, little neck of yours, aren’t you?” you try to shake your head, but he does just that— the slender digits clamp around your throat and you gurgle in submission, eyes widening. “You want to be choked, don’t you?” he taunts, experimenting with pressure to see your reaction.

you wheeze and arch like a cat, only giving him more access to drive himself home inside of you, and your walls spasm around the thickness of his cock. both hands come up to grasp his wrist, eyelashes fanning your heated cheeks as you choke on an answer. “I—I—-“

“Shhh, shh, shh, sweetheart.” Trey moans, kissing the top of your head when he tightens his grip. “You don’t need to answer, your pussy is doing it for you— she’s going crazy, squeezing my hard cock so tight, you’re going to cum with my fist around your throat, aren’t you?” you try to inhale, but his vice is making it almost impossible, and he knows that. he watches you writhe and scramble as you’re pushed closer and closer to the edge, and he’s smirking, his tiers drawn tight over his teeth when you finally come undone, gasping and desperate. “That’s it, sweet girl… I’m going to force that orgasm out of you, and then I may let you breathe while I use you like a little sex toy to get myself off.”

his words and the ferocity they were doused in surprised the both of you, but you could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was enjoying it just as much as you were.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so brutal, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

and you were counting your lucky stars.

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞♧

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Rook Hunt, mc.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: A letter for you♡ [mc x Yanderish Rook Hunt]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN. Reader., this writing will contain themes vaguely yandere, stalking explicit, gore descriptions, mild anguish towards the end, implicit mentions of murder, slightly suggestive themes. I also wanted to take a few seconds to apologize for my prolonged absence. I lost my motivation to write, and my schedule quadrupled. I just wanted to say that I love you all♡.

"To my dear dove,

the purest and most majestic of all, who with your white feathers cradles my eyes at their close with the wonder of your angelic face.

Whenever I find myself passing by the lion’s little hiding place I find myself comparing- nay, no, no flower could be put on a par with your presence, no bewitching smell could be compared to yours, No petal could even be compared to your eyes, no pistil could be as yellow and bright as your smile, which illuminates the room every time you enter.

Whenever my sight catches your figure, my heart beats racing against my chest, as if it wanted to come out tearing the weak and thin skin to pulsate before your sight, to make you understand how much I suffer from love.

My breath gets thin, I feel like I’m dying every time I see you talking to your silly friends, I hear my pupils widen and my ears shriek when I hear the recognizable sound of your steps, the breath increases as well as the promodial hunger I feel at the sight of your juicy neck uncovered by the blouse, so tempting and inviting that every part of my being boils to taste even a piece of you.

I’d like you to invite me.

I feel the sweat forming and the heat accumulating under the surface of my gloves every time I see the position in which you sleep, how you move in your sleep and how you whisper gently while you dream sweet dreams.

A creature so vulnerable and so attached I could have slipped into your room so many times, but I didn’t.

I would tear out my every single vocal string just to show how they would still be able to sing the endless hatreds I wrote for you, I would take and gouge out my eyes so that you could put them down as a trophy, so I can continue to admire you endlessly, I’d like to give you my arms, legs, body, mind and essence.

You deserve it all.

I see and feel as the fingertips become clearer every time you hold your dear friend’s arms every time he is about to take flight during lessons with Vargas; and, like you, I also feel my fingers clenching against each other, sometimes creating small crescents on my palm scratched by scars, and the slight pain only increases the expectation of your divine attentions.

Hands shaking as I hang up photos so intimate and deprived of you, of your most personal moments.

What a heart, what magnanimity!

What an honor mine is!

To be able to capture you in such carefree moments and so bare you just so that I can imprint those moments in immortal photos!

Letting a humble man like me have the privilege of watching you constantly, letting me free you from the various burdens you didn’t even know you had- but don’t worry, I will always solve everything, you will never have to worry as long as I watch over you, my angel.

Although sometimes I wonder if you’re trying to feel my patience in any way. Letting the filthy hands of those parasites touch your perfect skin in its imperfections, how naughty you are, love.

But I bear no grudge, I could never! It would be sacrilege, blasphemy!

I’ve always wondered what’s going on in your pretty little head, and I’m desperate for the way you cry alone in your room, and I almost want to break through that thin glass barrier to distract you from what hurt you so much, so that I can make you understand that for you I will always be there and anyway, to console you, to drink from your tears and take responsibility for an act as low as those I have always done.

For you I’ll be yours.

And for a while, you even made me think you might be a hallucination, you know?

Every part of you screams to perfection, to sweetness and to a beauty that not even Vil could reach.

The way your breathing is so slow and calm unlike mine makes me feverish and terribly desperate.

Ah, how I wish your sweet hands could learn my body as I would with yours.. Angelic hands that would explore my every vulnerability, learning to know me like I know you, with the love that only two lovers can feel.

The way you eat, the scars you try to avoid showing, your fears, your dislikes, pleasures, desires! Everything about you makes me tremble as I write!

And your voice.. don’t even get me started!

Is it a sweet call from heaven? Or is it a poisonous trap covered with thick and sweet honey?

I hope this letter finds you in excellent-"

The pen stopped suddenly, the black ink that was dripping from the tip of the pen creating small spots on the parchment end. The man scribbled, erasing those last words.

It wasn’t a worthy enough way to end his hatreds, and he wanted to keep writing until the ink was finished, until every page in his room had been used.

"No, it doesn’t work. Maybe I should write more." He muttered, getting out of his chair. "Ah, but I could write pages, books about their magnificence!" He walked towards the wall, taking between his fingers the thin and fragile surface of the wallpaper, showing hand-to-hand photos.

Photos of you, who had taken with trembling and feeble hands, who had collected with the love of a lover, who retraced your every step.

He chuckled at the thought of you snorting at the sight of photos that, in your mind, would be ugly and too silly.

But to him they were not foolish at all.

Every single photo showed a small fraction, a slight but different nuance of your personality that emerged when you were alone.

All those giggles while you were shaking your social media, from those moments of play and recreation with that cat, to those heartbreaking ones, where you were crying about your situation.

The sweet but bitter tears that fell from your eyes clouded and veiled by a suffering that no one would want to feel with their soul, the trembling lip as you vent with the sleeping cat, making enough silence not to wake him in the middle of the night.

Only he knew this side of you, that most hidden and recondite part of you.

And he thanked you for that.

He took one of the photos, sliding his hand over it and then approaching it to himself. He put a chaste kiss on his forehead as he closed his eyes.

"For now all these letters will be our little secret, even if one-sided."

[4younotafool]

The Lioness (Twisted Wonderland Series)

Wattpad: "The Lioness" @NotAFool4You disclaimer: This story is a fanfiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, or incidents in this story are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, or event, is purely coincidental.  genre: Opposites attract, rivals, childhood best friends, second chance, Misunderstanding, Misunderstood, 'She's/He's just a friend trope', 'I would never like him/her even if she's/he's the last person in the planet trope', Pining, She fell first He fell harder word count: 1,269

Part 01

"Greetings to the King and Queen of the Afterglow Savannah."

It might be considered rude, but I couldn't help but take a peak at the rulers of my mother's hometown she proudly speaks of through stories. I was awed to see the king, who majestically sat on his throne, and the rest of the royal family by his side.

They were a family of Lion-Beastmens. Similar to its species, they truly had a brave and prideful aura that resonated. For a moment, I understood why my mother had a nostalgic and fond gaze whenever she reminisced.

'But that was only for a moment.'

The king of the afterglow Savannah raised his hand, and I immediately bowed my head again. I saw from my peripheral vision that all the servants and escorts immediately left the hall. Then the next, it all happened in such a blur. The Kingscholar royalty was already next to my mother and father, arms linked to their shoulder like good old buddies found in the street.

I could almost hear the image of how regal and majestic they were shattered into a thousand pieces.

"It's so much better seeing the two of you again rather than those nosy vassals!"

His Majesty, the king, joked and laughed. My father's expression remained stoic and unimpressed by his words while my mother simply wore a soft smile but her ears were twitching in irritation.

"He's right. It's wonderful to see you again, Amanda,"

The Queen approached us, and my mother's expression immediately beamed with joy. It took me by surprise when my mother elbowed the king who was beside her and ran to her majesties' warm embrace, leaving my father behind with a wounded King.

'Are we allowed to do that here?'

Amid my confusion, I failed to notice the two princes' tails behind their Majesties. One was tall with fiery and unruly red hair with a gaze that showed his honest excitement while the other was beside him, a younger and grumpier counterpart who wasn't interested in what he was seeing.

"Hm? And who's this little girl?"

When the King beast-man finally regained his composure and noticed me awkwardly standing behind my father, I caught his eye, and his interest peaked.

"You must be their daughter! You look so much like your mother!"

His Majesty said, looking at my father knowingly and proudly. "Finally!"

"Allow me to introduce my sons. He's my first-born son, Farena, and my second-born, Leona." His Majesty continued.

He motioned to the two princes, whom I already come face-to-face with a moment ago. Farena smiled ear to ear and frantically waved at me in excitement, in contrast to his little brother who did not even spare me a glance.

I wasn't sure if I should bow my head to pay my respect or give an alternative greeting considering the mood. I was so troubled with how I should introduce myself.

"Your Highnesses, My daughter, Zariyah."

Father must've noticed my struggle and introduced me himself, he nodded briefly and it was enough confirmation of what I should do.

"It's an honor to meet the two of you! Please call me Zira instead."

I offered my hand, hoping in my mind that they would take it and I was doing the right thing. I almost leaped in joy when they did, well, Farena did. He accepted my hand in equal glee as I was having. I sighed in relief but I didn't miss to hear a scoff in Leona's direction.

When I looked at him, I caught Leona rolling his eyes.

'Oh no, did I offend him in some way?'

Her Majesty, who was behind her two sons covered her lips and tried to surpass a smile.

"Ehem. It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh Zariyah, You're beautiful just like how your mother described you."

I couldn't help but feel fluttered and shy away by the sudden compliment. It sounded really genuine.

"Why don't you take a rest? I'm sure you're tired after the long travel." Her Majesty then suggested.

"That's right, the adults will have a lot of catching up to do, you see" His Majesty then added, then winked. I was forced to smile at his silly attempts.

I glanced at my parents, whose arms were linked and caged with no sign of being able to escape by the King and Queen of Afterglow Savannah. They smiled at me reassuringly.

"Leona, Dear." Her Majesty called upon her youngest son and rested a hand on his small shoulder. "Why don't you show Zariyah her room?"

Leona ultimately reacted with a disturbed face not befitting for a prince and pointed a finger at himself, like he was questioning if what he heard was right.

"We can ask the servant for that." He says.

"Zariyah is new in the palace, and it would be good for her if she's being guided by someone her age rather than a stranger."

"I'm a stranger too," Leona argued.

"Ma, I can show Zariyah her room!" Farena cut in the conversation but was met by a sharp gaze from his mother.

"Don't you have afternoon classes to attend? It's almost time."

Farena's lion ears fell to his head and he had a wronged and dejected look. I almost felt sorry for him.

"I have afternoon classes too," Leona continued to argue against his mother, but Her Majesty kept sending him sharp looks so he could only purse his lips together and look at me in irritation.

"Uhm, Your Majesty. His Highness has a point...The servants could show me my chambers instead. I wouldn't want to be the reason he'll miss his classes..."

I'm not oblivious to not understand that Leona doesn't want to abide and be around someone like me. After all, we're just two kids whose parents forcing us to be friends. And it looks like he doesn't like me in one bit so I tried to help him convince Her Majesty if it could make him feel better.

"Well, if that's what you wish...."

Her Majesty seems to understand where I'm coming from and stares at me apologetically. She was about to call on the servants waiting on the other side when Leona suddenly burst.

"UGH. FINE."

Leona exaggeratedly groaned and walked away towards the door on our right. Then he stopped in his tracks and looked back as if he had forgotten something behind. Leona directly and only looked at me.

"You coming or not?"

'Does confusing people run in their genes....?'

"Oi, we're here."

Leona nodded his head to the door where we stopped. I was too busy wandering my eyes around the new place! It's so much different from our palace back home. It feels like I'm in the wild.

To be honest, I enjoyed our walk! there were a lot of things and people I was unfamiliar with! although there was nothing but awkward silence between us most of the time, Leona was considerate enough to explain some of what I saw when he noticed I lingered a little longer towards it.

"Thank you, Your Highness..." I smiled at him from ear to ear while I thanked him for his time and effort.

His brows furrowed, and his lion ears twitched, once, twice, before he spoke. ".....Leona's fine."

I nodded my head and opened the door, about to go in but glanced first to see if he had already left. But Leona was still there.

"Rest up and don't get lost." He says.

"See you, uh, somewhere in the palace, Your High-, Leona"

He smirked, a brow arched in amusement, and a tail flicking behind.

"Pfft. Yeah sure, see you somewhere."

And that was the start of my attempts to befriend the grumpy beast in Sunset Savannah.

[jaylleoo14]

omg Jade leech brainrot????

Dude is ready to make mushroom stew or something but he would have no one to serve because Floyd and Azul wont be there to eat :'(

Omg but then i remember there's silver<33333

I DIDNT KNOW THEIR SHIP NAME WAS MUSHROOM RISOTTO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jade and Silver :(((((((((

They are still a new ship to me but i think they are still cute!

[thatgirlyourejected]

Can we talk about how a yandere calling his darling, “such a good momma” is such a turn on. You could have just put the kid to bed, and the yandere just holds your hip in one hand and a breast in the other squeezing while he growls hotly in your ear, “such a good momma.”