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sara-scribbles · 1 year
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The Prince's Tutor
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Leona Kingscholar/GN!Reader Summary: You're hired as Cheka's personal tutor. While working, you get to know the second prince, Leona. Notes: Just something I've had partially written and wanted to finish. I guess this would be in line with my royalty AU I did with Malleus. This also exhausts the list of actually royal characters from the game (does Idia count?). Might have some errors here and there that I missed, sorry in advance! Hope you enjoy all of Cheka's cuteness! Word Count: 9,064 Warnings: Attempted kidnapping, violence, some swearing, Cheka being adorable
As much as Leona wants to ignore his nephew, he can’t turn a blind eye to the fact that a stranger is leading Cheka out of the palace. The naive brat follows without thought as he excitedly chatters. A person he’s never seen before, leads the kid by the hand while nodding enthusiastically.
“Hey!” His voice echoes in the hallways.
Cheka looks around before a smile stretches across his face. “Unca Leona!” The cub lets go of the stranger’s hand to launch himself at Leona.
Grunting as the pint sized twerp barrels into him, he pulls him off immediately by holding him by the back of his shirt and unceremoniously dropping him on the ground. “Where do you think you're goin’, brat?”
“Teacher (Y/N) is taking me to the detached wing for lessons!” The boy isn’t bothered by the rough treatment as he springs back onto his feet.
You offer Leona a tentative smile, which he does not return. “Teacher? You’re the new brat’s tutor?” He sizes you up and isn’t impressed. You're a herbivore for one thing.
Nodding, you bow politely. “Yes. I was recommended by Cheka’s old tutor.”
Though you have no reason to lie, Leona isn’t completely convinced. You look green with the enthusiastic glimmer in your eyes. However, he decides to let it be. It isn’t in his nature to pursue further than needed. As long as it doesn’t seem that you’ll be kidnapping the furball, Leona’s fine. 
Waving you off, he turns around to head to his room. “Ya whatever you say.”
---
“Who was that?” you ask Cheka.
“That’s unca Leona! He’s the bestest unca!” the boy explains. His eyes sparkle with joy, and you can’t help but smile back.
You had heard of the royal family, though you hadn’t had much time to study the lineage before arriving. Seeing the beastman glare at you was a first. Cheka’s father was very welcoming and open when you met him briefly. You chalk it up as everyone having their own personalities and quickly forget the encounter. No use worrying about things that are none of your business.
Arriving at the detached wing of the palace, you enter the large library. Once you have Cheka settled, you start on the first lesson. “We’ll be learning about the history of magic. Let’s start with how magic first came to be…”
---
Later in the day, Leona happens upon you again. This time, you’re talking with his brother, or at least trying to. Farena’s too distracted with Cheka to really pay you any mind, and the expression on your face shows your growing irritation.
Leona tries to slink away without being noticed, but the fuzzball immediately catches him. It’s like his nephew can sense him from miles away. “Unca Leona!”
Hopping down from his father’s hold, Cheka runs up to him and wraps his short arms around his leg. “Let go,” Leona grunts through gritted teeth.
Cheka beams up at him as he clings on. “Today I learned about the history of magic! Did you know that magic existed a long, long time ago?!”
Rubbing his temples, he sighs, “Yes. Now, get off, brat.”
“Leona!” Farena comes over and claps him heartily on the back. “Have you met, (Y/N)?”
You give him another polite smile though he sees the way the corner of your mouth twitches downward. You’re gripping a stack of papers tight enough to wrinkle them. 
He scoffs and shrugs off his brother’s hold. “Yes. Tell your son to let go of my leg.”
Farena chuckles. “He just misses his uncle!”
Coughing, you interject. “Your highness I-”
“Please call me Farena. I insist!” he interrupts, giving you a blinding smile.
Lips pressing into a thin line, you look put out. “Your highness, I do need to go over the rest of the curriculum with you. I’d like to know if you think these will be suitable for your son.”
Waving you off, his brother takes the stack of papers you hold out. “Alright, alright. I’ll look at these later tonight and let you know tomorrow.”
Sighing, you bow. “Thank you, your highness. If you’ll excuse me, I still have to finish settling in.” You give them both one last bow before making a hasty retreat.
Scratching his ear, Leona watches as you disappear. “Where’d you find this one?” he asks, a bit interested as you don’t seem dazzled by his brother like everyone else. He wonders how long that will last.
“(Y/N) comes from the Queendom of Roses. And came with high praise from many teachers and scholars.” Farena glances down at the documents. “It seems they are very meticulous.”
During the conversation, Cheka had released Leona’s leg. Climbing onto his father’s back, the boy hangs there while peeping at the documents. “What does that say, papa?”
Farena chortles, “It says a lot of work for papa tonight. I’ll see you later, brother!” Leona is finally left in peace. There’s not much to do, though. It’s not like anyone expects anything of him.
He decides to find a place to nap. Like always.
---
A few days pass since that encounter, when Leona bumps into you again. Quite literally this time.
Papers fly in the air like snow. “Aaach!” You fall back on your butt with a thump before giving him a withering look. 
Leona stands there above you as the papers fall to the ground. He didn’t even move back an inch when you bumped into him. “Ya goin’ somewhere, herbivore?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone. Guess non-beastmen are all weak if a little bump sends you tumbling to the ground.
“...” You don’t bother to respond as you gather your scattered documents. 
Picking up one that landed on his foot, Leona quickly scans it. “Is this the brat’s curriculum?”
“Yes. I made some edits since your brother thought the last one was too much for Cheka,” you reply. He catches the frown that quickly fades into a neutral expression.
From the looks of the one sheet, you plan to teach Cheka basic magic and runes. Something most kids his age would not be learning until a few years later. “He might be right.” Knowing Cheka, the little furball will quickly lose interest.
Huffing, you snatch the paper out of his hand. “I believe he can do it. He showed great interest in the history of magic and learning fundamentals during our first session. He just needs to be engaged.”
“And how do ya plan to engage a six year old?” The boy has too much energy for Leona’s taste. Even Cheka’s old tutor had a hard time keeping him on track. He liked to ask too many questions that would quickly spiral out of control.
For the first time that day, you grin. “I have my ways, your highness.”
His ears twitch. “Hmm… Have fun with the twerp.” He walks past you without another glance.
---
“Now I want you to visualize the broccoli,” you tell Cheka. The young boy stares at the plate with the single broccoli you placed in front of him. “They look like small trees, don’t they?”
Cheka nods. “Yeah! They’re like small green trees!”
“Right! So imagine reaching forward and plucking this small tree from the plate.” You watch as the boy’s brows furrow deeply. His golden gaze is focused on the broccoli. Finally, he slumps forward.
“Nothing happened…” he pouts.
Ruffling his hair, you gently encourage him, “Don’t worry, Cheka. These things take time. You’ll get it soon!”
Though he smiles back at you, you notice it isn’t as bright. “Alright. Let’s do something else.” Clapping your hands together, you rummage through the trunk of things you had brought from home. “We’re going to do a reenactment of a myth”
“Reenactment?” Cheka pops the broccoli in his mouth without you noticing.
You hand over a few props. “It means we’ll be putting on a play pretending to be the characters of the story.”
“Papa and I play pretend all the time!” Excitement shines in his eyes as he takes the offered clothes.
Beaming, you put on a hat. “Then you’ll be a pro at this!”
Unbeknownst to you, a certain lion is sitting further in the back of the library on a windowsill. He chuckles as he listens to you start the story.
---
“So you like chess?” Your voice interrupts his thought process. A little annoyed to be disturbed, he gives you a glare but it doesn’t phase you.
“And so what if I do?” He should have played in his room in peace. But it’s being cleaned at the moment, so he had to find a different place away from others. Hence being in the library you use for Cheka’s lessons.
Shrugging, you tap the queen. “I learned a bit but never could actually grasp the game. It takes a lot of skill and foresight to be good. I don’t know much but looking at the board, I’m assuming you're a pro. That’s amazing.”
A compliment is not something he expected to hear from you. Nor is it something he’s heard in a long time. “The thing about chess is that you can play it alone. You don’t need anyone else,” he mutters.
Moving away, you bow. “Sorry to disturb you, your highness.” 
You turn to leave, but he stops you. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t like a match…”
Your eyes widen a fraction as he notes a small smile form on your face. “I don’t think I’ll be much of a challenge.”
He shrugs and gestures to the chair opposite. You sit down as he places the pieces back to their starting positions. “Take it as a chance to learn from a master.”
“A very humble master,” you tease before focusing on the board.
And true to your word, you aren’t much of a challenge. He manages to beat you in five moves. Despite losing so quickly you ask for another game. Occasionally you ask about certain pieces as your memory of the game is hazy. Despite beating you multiple times, Leona finds it entertaining. You don’t get discouraged even after losing every time. And you don’t lose as quickly each time.
Leaning back, you let out a sigh, “I think I’m all chessed out.”
He tips the queen on the board back and forth. “You’re not bad. You learn quickly. With some practice, you could get better.”
“Maybe even good enough to beat you?” you ask.
Smirking, he flicks the queen on its side. It rolls across the board to you. “Not even in your dreams, herbivore.”
You let out a laugh that lights up your face. For once you don’t have the stern teacher facade he’s seen you wear most times. Only with Cheka do you look like you’re enjoying yourself. He still remembers the sound of your voice as it fell and rose while you pretended to be different characters. You're much more animated when you’re relaxed and let your guard down.
---
Leona wishes he could be anywhere but here. Farena’s wife had foisted Cheka onto him just as he was going out. She knew he couldn’t say no, and so today he’s on babysitting duties. Where’s the brat’s nanny?
“Unca Leona! Look!” Cheka points to a small pastry stall. Rows upon rows of sweets and confections are on display. From the looks of it, the seller is not from around the area. The young cub eagerly runs over while Leona follows at a leisurely stroll.
Cheka presses his face against the glass case. “Can I have one, huh??”
“Yeah, whatever.” It’s not his fault if the kid eats sweets before dinner.
As the young boy eagerly points to a chocolate covered treat, the stall owner rings him up. “That will be 500 thaumarks.”
Leona stares at him blankly as Cheka is already eating the treat. “I don’t have money. Just bill it to the royal account.”
The stall owner nervously looks between him and his nephew. “I-I’m sorry, sir?” The confusion is written all over his face. Leona feels his irritation grow.
“I don’t carry money on me. Just go to the palace and ask to be paid. They’ll know what to do.” He starts to turn away, but the stall owner is still persistent.
“P-please wait a s-second!” This is why he doesn’t deal with non-locals, they don’t know the rules.
“Unca Leona, are we going to jail?” Cheka asks, golden eyes wide.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Leona almost snaps at the stall owner when a familiar voice calls to them. “Leona? Cheka?”
You’re carrying an armful of groceries as you near them. Dressed in more casual clothes, he almost doesn’t recognize you. Cheka grins as he bounds over. He wraps his arms around your waist, nearly making you lose your balance.
“(Y/N)! What are you doing here?” You set down the bags to give him a proper hug.
“I was doing some grocery shopping. What about you?” Your brows draw together as you chuckle. “You have chocolate all over your mouth, Cheka.”
The boy furiously rubs his mouth with the back of his hand. “Unca Leona and I are spending the day together! But since he doesn’t carry money, we’re going to jail.” He nods solemnly.
You tilt your head to the side as you give Leona a questioning look. “We ain’t goin’ to jail, brat!”
“I would hope not. You’re too cute for jail, Cheka,” you joke. Pulling out your wallet, you glance at the stall owner. “I can pay.”
“Yaya!” Cheka cheers as he jumps in the air. 
You hand over the money. Picking your groceries back up, you ruffle his hair. “My treat. I’m done for the day, so I’ll be heading back.”
Before Leona can say anything, Cheka follows after you as he calls over his shoulder, “Let’s go, Unca Leona!”
Muttering under his breath about being bossed around, Leona reluctantly follows. As Cheka runs ahead, you glance at the lion with an amused smile. “So, the great prince Leona was about to go to jail?”
Snorting, he crosses his arms over his chest. “As if. I’ve never had issues with paying. Everyone knows to bill it to the royal account. Apparently you out of towners know nothing.”
“Royal account? It must be nice to not worry about having to carry money.” Shaking your head, you can’t imagine the life he lives. “Maybe just carry a bit around just in case something like this happens again. I won’t always be there to bail you out.”
“As if I need you to.” He rolls his eyes before grabbing one of your bags.
“Hey!”
“You’re only holding us up by carryin’ all those,” he scoffs.
He can feel your stare but resolutely looks forward. “Thank you,” you mumble as you catch up to his long strides.
---
Most people in the palace know not to linger or rest in certain places. Those spots are reserved for a certain lazy lion. So, when Leona arrives at one of his napping spots under the acacia, he’s not pleased to see a figure resting there.
He’s about to kick the intruder out when he realizes it’s you. A book rests face down on your chest. You snooze with your mouth slightly ajar. It’s a funny sight.
His annoyance fades slightly. Too tired to go to another spot, Leona plops down next to you. There’s plenty of space for him. He’ll let the transgression go this time.
Sometime later when he wakes up, you’ve somehow moved so that your head rests against his shoulder. You’re drooling on his shirt sleeve. Clicking his tongue, he pushes you none too gently causing you to fall over and wake up.
“Huh?!” Sitting up, you rub the sleep from your eyes. “L-Leona?”
He sneers at his wet sleeve. “Ya drool like waterfall, herbivore.”
Picking up your book, you apologize, “Sorry… I can pay for it to be cleaned?” you offer, trying to wipe the leftover drool away.
“Tch. Maybe next time you sleep with your mouth closed.” Standing, he stretches and yawns. “Later, herbivore.”
Watching as he leaves, you wonder when he arrived.
---
“Cheka has improved exponentially. I think he’ll be ready for more challenging material in a year or so,” you inform Farena. Giving him Cheka’s mid-year report, you hand him a thick packet with your notes and observations.
Farena browses through the notes. “I’m glad to hear Cheka’s doing so well! He’s such a bright boy, but sometimes has a difficult time staying focused. I can tell you’re doing great work, (Y/N)!”
You bow your head. “Thank you, your highness.”
The door to Farena’s office opens and Cheka pokes his head in. “Papa!”
“Cheka!” The man beams as the young boy runs over to him. He hops into his lap as Farena hugs him. “What brings you here?”
“Unca Leona said I should stop bothering him and come find you,” the boy explains.
Ferna chuckles as he turns to you. “Are we done here?”
You do have a few more things you want to go over, but decide you can save it for another time. “I’m all set. You can keep the report. There's a plan for the next six months you can review and let me know what you think, your highness.”
Giving the prince one last bow, you leave his office. Shutting the door, you head back to your guest residence. Much like the rest of the palace, the guest quarters are just as lavish. There’s a fully functional kitchen, which you have stocked with food. You could have the royal chefs cook for you, but prefer making your own meals.
As you put together dinner, your thoughts wander to a certain second prince. Leona is an interesting character to say the least. He’s the opposite of his warm and friendly brother. Oftentimes you spot him napping in various places. It doesn’t seem like he has any duties and spends his days doing whatever he pleases.
You’ve heard the whispers of the staff. 
He’s the second born, so there are no expectations for him. 
He’s rude, prideful, and arrogant.
He’ll use underhand tricks to get what he wants.
His unique magic is terrifying.
He's good for nothing.
Even gossip has a grain of truth. Yet, you try not to cast judgment on him beyond what you’ve learned from your interactions. Leona is rude, prideful, and arrogant. But he’s also cunning and a brilliant strategist. Though he shows a strong distaste for his nephew, he does watch out for him in his own way. He seems to have a softer side, though he’d probably kill you if you ever said it to his face.
You don’t realize you’re smiling as you think about him.
---
“Unca Leona, can you show me your unique magic?” Cheka asks, his eyes sparkle with curiosity.
Somehow the brat had found him while he was snoozing. He had made sure to hide away from prying eyes as much as possible. Yet, no hiding place is safe from Cheka.
Not even bothering to open his eyes, he tries to shoo him away. “No. Leave me alone.”
Cheka persists. “Please! (Y/N) said everyone has a unique magic and I wanna see yours. Pleeeeeeaaaassssseeeeee!”
Leona sighs, exasperated. “Listen, brat, my unique magic isn’t for fun and games. People can get hurt, and I would rather not get yelled at by your mom.”
The young boy droops. “Okay…”
Rubbing his face, Leona stands up. There’s no napping now. “Where’s your tutor?”
He perks up. “(Y/N) is at the guest house. They said I can always visit whenever I want. Do you wanna visit them too, Unca Leona?”
Leona is already heading in the direction of the guest house. “Yeah, somethin’ like that,” he mutters. Cheka scampers after him eagerly.
Arriving at the guest house, the door is open so he lets himself in. “Oi! Herbivore, you home?”
There’s the sound of crashing and the two follow the noise. In the kitchen, you're picking up a fallen pot. “Leona?” You eye him quizzically as Cheka immediately runs over to you.
“We wanted to visit!” the boy exclaims. He stands on his tiptoes as he eyes the freshly made chocolate chip cookies set on the table.
You hand him one. “What do I owe for this surprise visit?”
“The kid wants to see some unique magic, so I thought since you’re his tutor, you’d be able to show him,” he explains, shaking his head.
You absently hand Cheka another cookie as he makes grabby hands at you. “I guess I could show him. My unique magic is basically useless for combat so it should be safe.”
Turning to the boy, you bite your lip. He has chocolate all over his face. “Come on, Cheka. I’ll show you my unique magic.”
“Yay!” He grabs your hand as you lead him outside. Leona follows quietly behind.
Standing outside, you close your eyes. “Let the green touch the lands wherever I go. Grow! Flourish! Nature’s blessing.”
Suddenly all around you, grass springs up. Wild flowers grow and bloom. Leona watches as a sprout grows taller and taller. It flourishes into a sturdy tree with dark green leaves that shade you from the sun.
“Woah! That’s amazing!” Cheka runs over to the tree to touch the trunk. “It’s real?!”
Bending over with hands on your knees, you catch your breath. “Yup, everything made with my unique magic are real plants. It’s about a ten foot radius all around.” You smile weakly.
Leona reaches up to pluck off a leaf. “To be able to create life from nothin’ is a feat.” He turns to you, green eyes gleaming. “And here I thought you weren’t that impressive, herbivore.”
“Well it’s not like any of this is useful. I can’t grow fruit or anything edible. The plants only last as long as they naturally can in whatever environment it’s currently in.” You plop down in the grass with a sigh. “It uses too much magic, so I’m usually tired afterwards. I guess it could be a neat party trick…”
Cheka is too busy climbing the tree to notice your exhaustion. Leona lays down in the grass. “At least it’s the type of unique magic people aren’t afraid of. This makes an ideal napping spot.”
Peering at him, you notice the way he seems off in thought staring up at the canopy of leaves. “Just because your unique magic might be dangerous, doesn’t mean you are,” you point out.
He snorts. “Most people don’t think that way. They’re all too blinded by their fear.” Closing his eyes, he can hear Cheka chattering to himself while climbing back down.
The young boy comes over and flops down next to Leona. “This is so cool!” He points at a spot on one of the branches. “Look! Even the birds are coming to rest.”
Chuckling, you lay down as well. You're still tired from using your unique magic. “Sometimes it’s nice to just lay in the shade of a tree.”
Leona agrees with a non-committal hum. Cheka worms his way between you two. The three of you rest in the shade of the tree.
Suddenly Cheka asks, “Do you have someone back home (Y/N)?”
“Um, no. Why do you ask?” You’re a bit afraid to hear his answer.
Cheka sits up as he looks at you then Leona. “Then you can marry unca Leona! That way, you can stay here forever, and unca Leona won’t be so grumpy!”
“Hey, brat, sometimes it’s better to keep ya mouth shut!” Leona snaps, sitting up as well. His teeth are clenched and he refuses to look in your direction.
The boy doesn’t seem too bothered by his uncle’s words. “But papa said if people like each other, they should get married. You like (Y/N), don’t you?”
“That’s…that’s none of your business!” he growls. Scowling fiercely, he lays back down and turns on his side away from Cheka. “Don’t bother me,” he grunts.
“Did I say something wrong?” Cheka asks in a loud whisper.
Biting your lip, you try not to laugh. “Just let him rest.”
Flopping back down, Cheka sighs, “I still think you and unca Leona should get married,” he says honestly.
You remain silent as you mull over his words.
---
A week before Cheka’s birthday, the palace is abuzz. Many people run around with decorations throughout the week. Farena is busy organizing the party and has invitations sent out to just about everyone. You received a handmade invitation from Cheka to attend his party during one of your lessons.
As his birthday draws closer, the young boy can’t seem to sit still for his lessons. You decide to switch tactics. Instead of lessons in the library, the two of you spend time around the palace gardens. Practical magic application requires more open space, and it gives you an excuse to let Cheka run around a bit.
“Did you see that?!” Cheka jumps around wildly as his attempt to move some pebbles with wind magic finally succeeds. They only roll a bit but it’s enough to excite him.
You clap enthusiastically. “Wonderful job, Cheka!” He tilts his head closer so you can pat him. He smiles triumphantly as you ruffle his hair. “I can tell you’ve been practicing your concentration. You’re progressing nicely,” you praise.
Picking up the pebbles, you place them back in a pouch. You gesture to Cheka to sit down on a nearby bench. Rummaging through the bag you always carry, you pull out a wrapped box. Handing it to him, you watch as his eyes light up.
“Is this my birthday gift?!” He’s ready to tear into it.
Nodding, you chuckle at his barely restrained excitement. “Yes. I thought you could open my gift early.” In reality, you don’t want Cheka to make a big fuss over your gift at his party. He most likely would receive far better gifts from the many guests.
He eagerly rips the wrapping paper away. Pulling off the box top, he pulls out a small snow globe. Rather than depicting snow, it’s filled with grass and miniature flowers. There’s even a miniature tree like the one that grew when you used your unique magic. The flowers and tree grow before disappearing in a puff of green sparkle and then regrow again.
“Woah!” He holds it close to his face.
“I infused a bit of my unique magic in some runes. I thought a small plant world would make a fun snow globe,” you explain. It took you many trials and long nights to complete the gift. Infusing runes with your magic took precise control and a lot of patience. It sounded easy in theory, but you had learned how difficult it actually was.
“This is so cool!” He carefully set the globe back in the box before wrapping his short arms around you. “Thank you!”
Squeezing him tight, you smile brightly. Pulling away, you pat his head. “Alright, lessons are over for today. I’ll let you enjoy some time off before your birthday.”
Jumping up, he holds the box with your gift closer to his chest. “I wanna show papa my gift!” He’s off like a bolt of light.
Shaking your head, you pick up the rest of your things before heading to the guest house. You hadn’t planned to give Cheka something, but you also couldn’t resist the urge to make him smile. His joy is infectious. As much as you promised not to get too personal with Cheka, he had wormed his way into your heart.
---
You try your best to avoid bumping into people as you weave your way through the party. There are so many guests, and they’re all in merry moods. Cheka’s birthday celebration is nothing like you’ve ever been to. There’s so much food and drink, it seems to overflow. Music and dancers entertain the guests. 
Beatmen, fae, humans and other magical creatures mingle and laugh. It was fun at first, but now you’re feeling tired. The excitement has become a bit too much for you. Sneaking out of the party, you manage to wander into the garden. The music and cheering is muffled, and the air feels nice on your heated skin.
Sitting down on one of the benches, you let out a relieved breath. “Too much excitement for ya, herbivore?”
Leona’s voice makes you jump up. You spy a set of bright emerald eyes staring at you. Sprawled out on the grass and mostly hidden by the bushes, he’s very hard to spot. Your heart still beats rapidly as you sink back down.
“Don’t do that…” You sigh. “I just needed a break from all that. It’s a lot to take in. Are parties usually this extravagant?”
He tilts his head before slinking over to you. “Usually. Farena likes to go all out when it comes to birthday parties.” He pushes you to the edge of the bench, so he can sit down. “It’s annoying but harmless.”
“So, what did you get Cheka?” you ask, curious since you didn’t see him give a gift during the present opening.
“A mechanical meerkat,” he answers. He shrugs when you give him a confused look. “Some toy inventor was trying to sell it a few weeks ago. No one was buyin’ it, but I thought the brat would like it. According to the inventor, it can lead you home if you tell it to.”
Peering at him, he doesn’t meet your probing gaze. “That actually sounds useful. You’re a good uncle, Leona.”
He grumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear. However, the way his ears twitch, you wonder if he’s just a little happy at the compliment. “Stop lookin’ so smug, herbivore,” he growls.
Grinning, you stand up. “Despite all your complaining, you care about him.” He scoffs but doesn’t deny your claim. “Come on, we should head back.” Offering him your hand, you meet his intense gaze with a fond look of your own.
Leona takes your hand, and you lead him out of the garden. Down the darkened halls of the castle, you two slowly walk back to the party while talking in low voices. You’re not in any hurry to return to the celebration.
---
There’s a night bazaar happening and Cheka is determined to go. You can only stand in Farena’s office and watch as the young boy begs his father to take him. Your paperwork was forgotten the moment Cheka had run into the office during your meeting.
“Please, papa! I really wanna go tonight! You promised last year that you’d take me!” he begs, his eyes wide and filled with pleading. The mechanical meerkat that Leona had gifted him skitters from the boy’s pocket to his head.
Farena sighs, shoulders slumping forward. “I’m sorry, Cheka. I really can’t. Papa has some very important meetings he needs to attend. I can’t push them off.” The unspoken ‘again’ hangs in the air.
Cheka’s large golden eyes fill with tears. “Bu-but…” His lower lip wobbles dangerously.
With a panicked look in his eyes, Farena meets your gaze. He stares at you for a moment longer before a smile stretches across his face. “I’m sure (Y/N) can take you though!”
“W-what?” Baffled, you can only open and close your mouth.
Cheka sniffles as he wipes his face before looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Really?”
You resist the urge to say what you’re really feeling by biting the inside of your cheek. “Of course! You’re not busy, are you?” Farena asks, his eyes pleading much like how his son was just moments before.
“I-I mean I had plans…” In reality, you were just going to finish grading Cheka’s last test and finish reviewing your future lessons. Very exciting things!
Having the king of all people look at you with what can only be called puppy eyes is a very startling turn of events. “Leona can go with you too,” he adds with a grin
“Unca Leona!” Cheka cheers, all sadness gone without a trace.
Farena gives Cheka a big squeeze before letting the boy rush off to find his uncle. “I’ll see you at the front door!” he calls before the door closes with a click. 
You meet his gaze, his eyes the same warm golden shade as his son’s. “I take it I don’t have much choice on this matter?”
The man shakes his head. “Of course you have a choice. I can’t force you to go.” He drums his fingers on his desk as he regards you with sharp eyes. “But Cheka’s so fond of you, I thought some more time together would be nice. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. Cheka’s a big boy, he’ll understand.”
Eyes narrowing, the easy smile on his face doesn’t seem so friendly. “As you wish, your highness.” You give a stiff bow before leaving his office.
You can hear Cheka’s voice drifting through the halls as you walk away. Shaking your head at your encounter with the king, you meet him at the front. Cheka is bouncing around excitedly while Leona scowls, his dark hair a mess. The meerkat hangs on his shoulders; it’s become his constant companion.
“I need to drop some things off at the guest house,” you tell them. Leona’s scowl seems to soften a bit when you come closer.
“Okay! Then the bazaar!” The boy grabs your hand. You can only give Leona a helpless smile as you're dragged along.
After putting away your things and grabbing some money, the three of you walk to the bazaar. It’s filled with people wandering about as they enjoy the food, entertainment, and festive atmosphere. Cheka tugs you to each and every stall.
He chatters non stop at everything he sees, pointing with wide eyes at the decorations. You listen to his enthusiastic ramblings while Leona follows a few paces behind. Eventually you stop at a stall to buy a few treats. Cheka is chowing down on a chocolate pastry from the same seller as last time.
“So, it looked like Cheka had just woken you up from a nap,” you comment.
Leona rubs his eyes. “The brat seems to have a knack for finding me regardless of how well I hide.” He shakes his head as Cheka starts eating another sweet. “How’d my brother rope you into this?”
Looking around, you notice a puppet show being set up. A group of children are already gathered in front of the makeshift stage. “Let’s just say your brother is very…persuasive when he wants to be.”
Snorting, you glance at Leona, who rolls his eyes dramatically. “He knows how to get his way.”
Nudging his arm with your elbow, you give him a teasing grin. “I’d say the same for you. The two of you go about it in different ways, but the end result is the same.”
There’s a sharpness to his smile. “I can show how persuasive I can be, herbivore. And I promise I’m better than my brother.” His emerald greens seem to darken as he holds your gaze.
Feeling heat prickle up your neck, you turn away. “Cheka! Do you want to watch the puppet show?” As you usher the young boy over to the show, you can hear Leona’s low chuckle, sending shivers down your back.
The puppet show starts after a few minutes. The story is rather morbid for a children’s play. The story revolves around a young man and his uncle turned stepfather, who may have poisoned his brother to become king. You become so engrossed in the play that you don’t notice Cheka slipping away.
There’s a particular moment in the play that causes you to turn to Cheka. “Did you see tha-” Your eyes land on an empty seat before frantically scanning around. Standing up, you urgently run over to Leona, who had opted to rest a bit away on a bench.
“Did you see Cheka?!” The fear in your voice is palpable.
He quickly sits up, eyes focused. “No. He couldn’t have gotten far.” Taking your hand, the two of you rush through the bazaar calling his name.
“Cheka? Cheka?! Cheka!” You split off from Leona hoping to cover more ground. As you rush by stalls and the throngs of people, you can only think of finding him.
Something shiny catches your eye near the edge of the bazaar. Rushing over, you realize it’s the mechanical meerkat that Cheka always carries. Though a bit dusty, the toy is perfectly fine. It immediately curls up in your hand as you pocket the toy. Moving away from the bright lights of the festival, you make your way through the dim streets and alleys in the general direction of where you found the meerkat.
You hear a loud sound coming from one of the alleys and carefully make your way over. Peering into the narrow passage, you can make out two figures struggling with a small figure. As the clouds suddenly part and moonlight fills the dark alley, your eyes widen. The two figures are struggling with a terrified Cheka.
“Let him go!” You rush at them as magic builds at your fingertips. However, Cheka cries out as a sharp pain radiates from the back of your head. Your vision blurs as you feel your body pitch forward. Everything goes black.
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Waking up with a throbbing headache, you find yourself laying on your side. The grimy, cold floor rubs against your cheek as you struggle to sit up. Your hands are bound behind your back with rope as well as your legs. The world spins as you manage to sit up and take in your surroundings.
There’s not much except some planks of wood leaning against a wall, empty buckets stacked in a corner and a boarded up window. The air is stale and the only light comes from a door slightly ajar. You can hear muffled voices arguing.
“(Y/N)?” a tiny voice calls to you. Blinking as your eyes adjust, you realize Cheka is tied up as well. He sits with his back against a wall. His shirt hangs limply off of him and his face is smudged with dirt. 
“Cheka, are you okay?” you ask in a low voice.
He nods, tears threaten to spill. “When those men hit you, I thought…I thought you wer-” his voice breaks into a muffled sob.
“It’s okay, Cheka. Shhh, shhh.” You keep your voice down as you try to sooth him. “I’m okay. You’re okay. And we’re getting out of here.”
Sniffling, he tries his best to calm down. “H-how?”
“Give me a second to think.” There’s not much you can use in the room. If you try breaking down the boards on the window, it might draw too much attention. The only other way out is straight through where the voices are coming from.
Testing the bindings on your wrist, they don’t budge. Drawing on your magic, you summon a small fire. As they burn through the rope, you try your best to ignore the pain as the flame licks your skin. Once the rope is burned enough for you to easily break them, you do the same for the binds on your legs.
“Cheka, how many men are there?” you ask, tossing aside the burnt rope.
“Th-three I think. They’ve been fighting for a while. I-I think I’ve seen one of them before.” Once free to move, you crawl over to Cheka and start working on his ropes.
“This will hurt, but you can’t make a sound. Okay?” Peering at his tired eyes, he nods slowly. You try your best to burn the rope without hurting him, but you notice the way he slightly jerks away before biting down on his lip.
“Almost there. You’re doing an amazing job,” you praise. Tears fall, but he remains quiet. You tug at the ropes and they easily break. Making quick work of the rest of the bindings, you sit on your haunches. 
Contemplating your next move, you decide to get going. There isn’t much you can do, but you need to get out. Meeting Cheka’s gaze, you tell him, “I’m going to carry you. Hold as tight as you can and don’t let go. Whatever happens, don’t look. Okay?”
“Okay.” He scrambles to your side and loops his arms around your neck. Standing up, you nearly fall back down as the world spins and your head pounds. Using the wall to right yourself, you push through the bout of dizziness. You heft him up on your good side while leaving one hand free to cast magic.
“There’s going to be a lot of noise, but I want you to ignore it.” He answers by burying his face in your shoulder. Tightening your hold, you inhale sharply. Gathering your magic, you rush out the slightly ajar door.
It bangs open loudly, startling the three men. You recognize one as the stall seller from earlier. Before they can react, you quickly throw fireballs at their feet. You call upon the wind to whip  through the small area. It stirs the dust on the ground and sends smaller objects flying.
“What the hell?!”
You squeeze your eyes shut as you make a dash for the exit. Rushing outside, you stumble a bit before breaking out in a mad dash. It’s still dark out, but the moonlight makes it easier to navigate.
They have two horses tied up nearby. Honing wind magic with sharp focus, you direct  it to cut through the rope. The horses rear in fright and immediately run off. At least the kidnappers won’t be able to use them.
“Shit! Get them! Bring the brat back alive!”
You hold Cheka tightly against you as you pump your legs. Nothing else matters except getting to somewhere safe. At the outskirts of town, you can make the faint glimmer of lights in some of the houses. Urging your magic once more, a wind pushes against your back, allowing you to run just a little faster. You can hear the kidnappers shouting but don’t look back.
Cheka keeps his eyes squeezed tight like you told him, but his whole body shakes. You continue to mutter reassurances to him, though at this point you’re trying to reassure yourself too. Feeling the fatigue of using magic so much, you let the wind die down. You can only do a little more magic before it becomes an issue.
Passing by a few homes, you call out, “Please, someone help us!”
No one answers. You see houses that were once lit suddenly turn dark. Gritting your teeth, you adjust your hold on Cheka. You can hear the kidnappers getting closer. Rushing down side streets, you zigzag through the town. You knock over trash cans in different directions before bolting down a different alley.
There’s a brief respite from all the running once you can no longer hear the kidnappers. You set Cheka down to catch your own breath. Your chest burns from the exertion. The throbbing in the back of your head has gotten worse. Cheka stares up at you with worried eyes. He gnaws on his lower lip.
Glancing around, you spy a large, water drum near the door of a house. Usually used to store rain water, you notice the crack in the side of the drum. The house itself is dark and looks to be empty. There’s also a clothing line with dry clothes and a blanket hanging. There’s a sack leaning against the drum, and you can see a shirt sleeve sticking out of it.
An idea starts to form. “Cheka, I need you to be very brave right now. I know this situation is very scary, but I promise that you’ll be safe. Do you trust me?” You kneel so your eye level with him.
He nods solemnly. Any of that usual joy is gone, and it breaks your heart. “I trust you.”
“I need you to hide in that water drum. Hide in there and count slowly to one hundred.” You pull out the mechanical meerkat you had picked up. Thankfully it still works as it jumps out of your hand and climbs up Cheka to settle on his shoulder.
There’s a small smile on his face for a moment. “Then,” you continue, “once you finish counting and you don’t hear anyone around, I want you to use the meerkat to lead you home. You remember what Leona told you, right?”
“Yes… He said I just have to ask it to take me home, and it’ll lead me back to the palace.” 
Nodding, you ruffle his hair. “Good. Now get in the drum and don’t come out until you’re done counting.” You pop off the lid.
Cheka climbs into the drum. He peers up at you. “Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. We’ll meet back at the palace, I promise.” Giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile, you place the lid on the drum. 
Grabbing the sack of clothes and the blanket, you dawn a large jacket and pull the hood up. You mentally apologize to whoever you’re stealing from and promise you’ll return everything. Covering the sack with the blanket, you hold it as if it were Cheka.
Breathing deeply, you give one last glance at the drum before running off. You can hear the kidnappers nearby and purposefully run by them.
“There! Get them!”
Running down streets and turning corners, you can hear them gaining. Just as you turn another corner, you come to a fence. There’s a stack of crates that you climb on to jump over the fence. However, the landing isn’t perfect as your foot lands the wrong way. You tumble forwards into the ground. Tucking the sack under your body, you come to a rolling stop. Getting back up, you wince as pain shoots up your leg.
One of the kidnappers, the stall owner, is rushing at you. As you attempt to flee, he manages to snag the back of the hood. You find yourself being dragged back. Then a clawed hand roughly grabs the back of your head causing the pain from before to intensify. Your eyes widen as you face rapidly meet the ground before you squeeze them shut. 
The burst of pain as your forehead cracks against the cold ground has you seeing stars. You cry out, but the assailant doesn’t stop. Something cracks loudly. An animalistic howl rips from your throat. You swear your face is on fire.
“Hey, man, stop!” There’s some struggle before the clawed hand disappears. You feel the cold ground pressing against your cheek but can’t see anything beyond the tears.
Someone rolls you over and the blanket is torn away. “Fuck! Where’s the brat?!”
Three shadows hover over you in the morning light. You feel a foot nudge your side. “Where’s the kid!?”
Through the pain, you find yourself smiling despite your face protesting against the gesture. You hand twitches and shakes as you try to raise it. However, a heavy pressure immediately stomps on your hand causing another scream to be ripped from your throat. You can feel the bones being ground down by the heel of someone’s foot.
“Not this time fucking mage!” growls one of them
“We’re gonna ask one last time. Where’s the boy?”
Through blurry vision, you can see their faces. Your heartbeat thumps in your ears as you see a glint of a knife in one of their hands. You were supposed to be a tutor, that’s it. Yet, you somehow find yourself bloody, bruised and beaten. There’s nothing you can do.
Whatever adrenaline that was rushing through you before, dies down. Your body sags as all the fight leaves you. Closing your eyes, you wait.
“Not gonna talk…” The foot on your hand moves away.
“Just kill them! We need to get outta here before the guards are called.”
You wonder if Cheka made it back safe.
“Let’s get this ove-arhhhhgghhh!”
Terrified screams fill the air. You can feel the crackle of magic on your skin. Gentle hands gingerly lift you up. The warmth of another body feels like a relief from the cold ground. Something tickles your face.
“You’re all a bunch of idiots. Hurting someone from the royal family is a crime punishable by death!” Leona growls. There’s a sense of relief that floods your body. You're safe.
“Take (Y/N) back to the palace and have the royal doctor take care of the injuries,” he orders. You’re passed off to someone else.
“I am the one who hungers. I am the one who thirsts.” Distinctly you can hear the kidnappers shouting and feel the ground shake. 
But soon you can’t hear anything. It doesn’t matter though as you allow yourself to slip away.
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When you wake once more, you’re not in a grungy basement. You recognize your room at the guest house. Whatever aches and pains you had before aren’t as pronounced. Sitting up, you inspect your arms and notice your hand is bandaged up. You touch your face with your good hand and wince. There’s a dull throbbing all throughout your face.
“You’re awake.” The doctor, a cat beastman, enters. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore but fine.” You lean back against the propped up pillows. “Is Cheka okay?”
She checks your pulse. “The young prince is fine. Tired and scared, but he wasn’t hurt. You on the other hand needed a lot of fixing.” She clicks her tongue. “Your nose was broken and the area around it was extensively bruised. Your hand will need time to heal naturally, though I did reset it with magic. Your head should be fine after a few days, but you will feel some pain. Take one pill in the morning and one before bed. Drink plenty of water and get rest.”
Frowning, you set the bottle of pills down on the side table. “I’m Cheka’s tutor, I need to work.”
“You will do no such thing for at least a week,” she snaps. Her mismatched eyes glare at you as she shakes her head. “I will tell the king that you need rest or else.”
Shrinking under her gaze, you nod. “...fine.”
“Good. There’s some people here to see you.” Gesturing to the door, you finally notice Cheka peeking in.
He rushes to your side, but stops himself as he takes in the sight of you. “I’m sorry!” he suddenly cries out.
You panic as tears fall down his face. “C-Cheka? It’s okay! I’m fine!” You stroke his head with your good hand. “Everything turned out alright in the end.”
“B-but you got hurt because of me!”
Shaking your head vehemently, you give him a firm look. “You didn’t hurt me, Cheka. Those kidnappers did. Don’t ever think it’s your fault. Okay?”
Sniffling, he nods. “O-okay.”
Sighing, you give him a few more pats. “I won’t be able to do lessons for a week, but I’d like it if we could still hang out.”
Golden eyes brightening, he jumps up. “I’ll visit you everyday! We can read and play games together!”
“That sounds like a plan!” Giving him a big grin despite the throbbing pain, your heart feels lighter seeing him shine again.
He gingerly wraps his arms around you in a warm hug. There’s a cough that breaks up the hug. Leona casually leans against the door frame. “Come on, brat. Time to give (Y/N) some space.”
“Okay! I’ll be back soon. I promise!” He scampers off.
Leona saunters in and takes a seat at your bedside. “You look like shit, herbivore.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” The glare you throw him has no heat and a smile forms on your face.
He eyes you for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re a lot of trouble, ya know that?” There’s fondness despite the scowl.
“Thank you for saving me.” Your gaze softens. “I really thought I was done. I can’t tell you how relieved I felt hearing your voice.”
Leaning back in the chair, he smirks. “Ya owe me one.”
Eyebrows flying up, you warily ask, “What do you want?”
“Well,” he holds up three fingers, “you have to be my napping pillow whenever I ask. Play chess with me. And you can’t leave.”
Brows coming together, you frown. “I can do one and two, but three isn’t possible. You do realize I’m hired by your brother to be Cheka’s tutor? Once I’m no longer needed, I have to find a new job.”
Scoffing, Leona leaves the chair to hover over you. He’s dangerously close and you can hear your heart thumping in your ears. “I’ll just hire you as my tutor when the time comes.”
“You?” Despite his closeness, you still find the ability to laugh.
“Mhm. I believe there are some things that only you can teach me.” His eyes gleam brightly as he inches ever closer to your face.
You can feel his lips brush against your own. Squeezing your eyes shut, you wait. Even though your face hurts, you decide you don’t mind if he kisses you. Instead, you feel his lips brush against your forehead. Cracking your eyes open, your puzzled look makes him chuckle. 
His eyes are darker than before. “The doc says you can’t do anything strenuous. She’d have my head if I tried anything right now. But once you're healed, everything is fair game.” 
You feel very warm under his gaze. However, you’re also itching to heal as quickly as possible. You suddenly recall Cheka’s very innocent question about marrying Leona. Looking away from him, you wonder.
“Whacha thinkin’ so hard about?” he asks, noticing the way you can’t meet his gaze.
Shaking your head, you scoot over in bed. “Nothing. Since I’m on bed rest, you can comfort me.”
A single eyebrow goes up. “Gettin’ bold.” However, he crawls under the covers before hauling you closer to him. 
Resting your head against his chest, you relax. “So, are we…?” You trail off, not sure how to ask.
He snorts. “Of course we are. Keep up, herbivore.” Leona holds you gently, being sure not to touch any of your injuries. “Just rest,” he orders.
Closing your eyes, you decide not to worry about the logistics. Right now, you’re not Cheka’s tutor and Leona isn’t a prince. You’re just two people. And it’s perfect.
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sky-neverending · 2 months
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I posted a thing today! All my twst fans, are you interested in a new ship? Of a prince!riddle and a knight!silver? do you want a lil sneak peek?
Riddle found himself smiling at the barely-contained, hyper-active mess before him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sebek.” Pressing his lips together, he looked to the side, catching the other boy's eyes. “And you as well. Silver, it was?” He knew what it was. The word had been ringing through his head since Sebek had said it, but no one needed to know that. Nodding, Silver stuck out an arm, one of his legs bending to put him into a slight bow. It was the kind of bow the knights used to greet Riddle’s parents, the kind that showed respect but wasn’t over the top. Riddle took his hand, the warmth of Silver’s skin spreading to his own and through his entire body. He was sure he was flushing the same color as his hair, but he ignored it, composing himself as Silver rightened. “Pleasure to be here.” His voice was smooth, soaring through the air like a birdsong. Riddle nearly fell over at the sound.
read it here!! theres 3 chaps, chap 1 is out now.
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tsukikoayanosuke · 2 years
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Long Live the King - Harmonious Kingdom (TWST OC Royalty AU)
It’s always a young prince and princess’ dream to be kings and queens one day. Jonah was one of those prince. Looking down at his small kingdom by the sea, he was often being reminded that one day he would inherit it and he would have to protect it.
Jonah took the advice by heart which is why he didn’t join the war when the horn was blown. Despite worrying about his father and friends in the army, Jonah knows that he’s a precious asset to the kingdom. Losing him would cost the fall of a heirless kingdom.
And he was proven right. When the army came back, less than before, bringing his father’s corpse, Jonah knew his childhood was done. Preparations went down quickly, for his father’s royal funeral, for his coronation, for the restoration after the war. The economy was shambled, diplomacy needed to be done, ignoring every snickers because ‘can a child really rule them all’?
It wasn’t like he had a choice. He had to stand up for his kingdom or else his legacy will die with him.
It’s always a young prince and princess’ dream to be kings and queens one day. Jonah was lucky to be one of the princes whose dream came true, even if the timing came to early.
The throne felt too big for him. The crown felt too heavy for his head. But he still raised his chin, looking down at his people who looks at him with the highest expectation. 
For he is Prince King Jonah Argentum of Radiant Haven. Long live the king!
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ashtavula · 2 months
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Hihihi! Could I please request a royalty/nobility au with the housewardens? Like them as a dashing Mr. Darcy, if that makes sense.
So, since this is pretty open ended, I'm just going with headcanons on what sort of role they'd have in this au. Though it might be more like an otome au? But if you like it, or want to see more, please don't hesitate to ask!
Royalty AU - The Housewardens
You are the only heir to the throne, and now, you've been given a "simple" task. Find someone to marry before the year is over! Your butler clears his throat, and names some of your potential suitors...
Riddle - The Marquess' Son
-Riddle is the sole child of Marquess and Marchioness Rosehearts. His family is well known for funding medical research, and they're generally well respected. At least, publicly. In private, many nobles whisper about the cruelty of Marchioness Rosehearts, and Riddle's overbearing strictness. Your butler also states that, when your parents announced your eligibility for marriage, she was the very first to put her son's name forward. It makes you think that Riddle had no say in being a candidate.
-Riddle himself is rumored to be at odds with his family, considering his friendship with the local baker, Trey Clover, and other commoners. His mother has publicly denounced the idea that her family mingles with the lower classes, but Riddle continues to be spotted around the bakery regardless. It makes you wonder if he's not quite as strict as the rumors claim...
Leona - The Second Prince
-Leona is the second born prince of a neighboring country. His brother, King Falena, has maintained his country's status quo, but it's becoming rather obvious that Leona doesn't approve of his family's excessive lifestyle while their kingdom's poorest starve. Supposedly, Falena is growing increasingly desperate to marry Leona off to a foreigner so he can be removed from Sunset Savannah's political sphere. Leona's own people talk about him being a lazy, power hungry rebel, and this gives you pause. You haven't heard a single positive thing yet. There must be more to the man than this...
-Your butler goes on to mention that this is merely what your country's spies have found out. According to official correspondence, Leona is a laid back man with a handsome appearance, and a sharp intellect. The sheer difference in those descriptions startles you, and makes you wonder. Who exactly is Prince Leona?
Azul - The Information Broker
-Azul Ashengrotto is the head of the country's biggest information guild. Hiring his Octavinelle Agency is the best way to dig up dirt on anybody, and no one knows just how he acquires that much intelligence. Your parents have listed him as a potential candidate in the hopes that, should you marry him, he would give you access to the wealth of information he has at his fingertips. According to rumors, you must give him something of equal exchange for anything he tells you. You frown as you hear about people selling things like their voices, and their magic to him. He can't be that cruel. Right?
-According to people who have made deals with him, he has a taste for the finer things in life. He'd certainly jump at the opportunity to court you, as you are the heir to the throne. Before your butler can finish, a strange man enters the room. His mismatched eyes gleam as he hands you a letter, stamped with the Octavinelle Agency insignia. The letter is simple, but it sends a chill up your spine. "Your Highness, if you are considering marriage, then please come by my agency. I can tell you anything you wish to know about your suitors, and I'll even waive my usual fees. The only thing I ask in return is for your company. Signed, Azul Ashengrotto." Before you can question the man, he slips out of the parlor. How peculiar...
Kalim - The Merchant Prince
-Your butler clears his throat, and moves on. Next on the list is Kalim Al-Asim, heir to the Al-Asim Trade Company. Merchants under their banner travel far and wide, bringing wondrous things that many people have never seen before. In his country, rich merchants practically become royalty, and Kalim's family is the wealthiest of those families. If you choose him, it will invigorate your country's economy, and your parents approve of this. Also, according to the people who have seen him, he's cheerful and compassionate.
-However, your butler warns that his family has a dark side. In the Scalding Sands, poison is the weapon of choice, and Kalim's life has likely been threatened numerous times. And that his own siblings and cousins are likely his biggest enemies. If you married him, you'd be subjected to the same treatment. You'd constantly have to watch your back, and worry that every sip of wine would be your last. Is that truly a life you wish to lead?
Vil - The Duke
-Vil Schoenheit is the youngest Duke to grace your country's nobility. He's also the fairest. Countless numbers of men and women fawn over his beauty, yet he has rejected every advance that has come his way. This had led to nasty rumors that he has impossible standards, and that his heart must be made of ice. He apparently also has a keen mind, though there are some whispers that he uses that intellect to brew deadly poisons. Who those poisons are meant for, nobody knows.
-His dukedom also contains some of your country's most beautiful locations. Lush forests and thriving apple orchards span his lands, and his people prosper under his rule. However, people do wonder why all of his citizens seem to be good looking, and why nobody seems to oppose him. Is it just a coincidence, or is there a darker reason behind his seemingly perfect dukedom?
Idia - The Inventor
-Idia Shroud is, without a doubt, one of the smartest men in your kingdom. However, his reputation, and several rumors, precede him. He's known for being extremely reclusive, and he's almost never been seen in public. Instead, he trusts an automaton, Ortho, to complete various tasks. And the few times he has been spotted sparked a frenzy of strange rumors. There's talk around the capital that he's been cursed, marked by unholy fire. Your brows furrow. Is he truly one of the candidates for your hand in marriage?
-Aside from the rumors that swirl around him, he's genuinely skilled. Ortho is a completely sentient automaton, and several of his other inventions have changed the average citizen's quality of life for the better. He's the reason your kingdom is more advanced than any other, and that counts for a lot. He's a bit bizarre, but rumors about his supposed "curse" stirs your curiosity.
Malleus - The Briar King
-Your butler shivers, and mentions King Malleus in a hushed tone. He is the King of Briar Valley, a strange land that nobody has ever actually seen. There are old tales about his kingdom. Stories that state that the land is populated by the fae, and that their king is not truly a fae, but a fearsome dragon. These tales claim that any being who opposes the Briar King will be incinerated in a plume of dragon fire, and that he demands complete loyalty from his subjects. As you begin to wonder why your parents would give you such an option, you get your answer. For the first time, Malleus has left his kingdom, and is visiting yours. This might be your kingdom's only chance to forge an alliance with the powerful, mysterious fae.
-There is a bit more information than just wild tales. According to your butler, an odd fae visited the castle yesterday, and told your parents a bit more about Malleus. This fae stated that his king was not quite as intimidating as the stories claim, and that Malleus yearned for companionship more than anything else. Your gaze softened. You, as the heir to a kingdom, knew that a royal life could be a lonely one. If he also felt the ache of solitude, then, he surely couldn't be a monster, like the people say.
Now that you've heard about your potential suitors, only one question remains...
Who will you choose?
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simplyreveries · 3 months
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uhmm hii so i’ve mever requested something before so just ignore this if you like! uhm i’ve been watching violet evergarden recently and had this thought for a while maybe Jade and Rook (separately) as a servant for a Princess reader?? like the reader is a bit bratty and gets irritated easily and stuff? but she’s actually very nice?? soo she’s in a arranged marriage with some dude?? (you can pick a character for that or it can remain anonymous if you want) and the reader is sad because it means she’ll have to get separated from Rook/Jade since technically they don’t belong to her and belong to the the royal palace instead so uhm rook and jade comforting reader and stuff because the reader actually likes them and doesn’t want to be separated from them? kinda like in that one episode. if you dont want to do this it’s fine! you can just ignore it.
oml ive heard of that anime, but the only one with royalty themes ive watched was "snow white with red hair".. zen stole my heart when i was 11 hehehe
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jade is someone that loves snark honestly, he finds your attitude so entertaining and amusing to him. he only believed that you were just all bark and no bite, anyways. he always had a feeling that you were hopelessly into him as he is to you (even if jades loves more.. intensely than others..!) jade never seemed discouraged and upset when you would act all irritable and annoyed with him, jade would only give you a pleasant smile and ask you what else you needed.
an arrangement for your marriage was something that he was prepared to have come at some point, it's sort of the inevitable- also considering that you never once had given any kind of suitors presented to you the time of day. he would chuckle at that behavior and only warn you that this would make matters harder for you.
your tears were definitely a sight to see as you don't share this part of you often, nevertheless he'll be ever so calm and collected when by your side, placing one of his gloved hand on the small of your back in a comforting manner.
rest assured about the situation; I feel like jade wouldn't feel worried about it and tell you that you really shouldn't either. not to worry a single bit. I mean, who's to say something couldn't happen to this prince you're betrothed to?
rook hunt
he... is devoted to you so much that any comment or mean remark towards him does not bother him one bit, you could say it goes in one ear and out the other. rook feels as if it's the greatest privilege to serve someone such as you, he lives to serve beauty after all. assisting and being with you throughout your day is simply a dream come true for rook. you can't blame him for falling hard, can you??
when he sees you crying it breaks his heart--! at first, he was a bit surprised with wide eyes since you're rarely ever so vulnerable around him like this, he quickly was kneeling at your side pleading to know what the matter was with you.
rook feels lie it's a story, the bittersweet ones he reads about; forbidden love, oh his heart hurts! he'll take your hands into his and try his best to give you the most comforting words. though inside he does feel a sense of strange joy-- only to hear from your mouth that you do reciprocate his feelings. like jade, rook is intense and he always claims he's completely and utterly loyal to you as your servant. he'll practically do anything to ensure you priority is first. it's just so perfect that its him.
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fandom-go-round · 8 months
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To Be a Songbird: Part One
Summary: Arranged marriages are wonderful when they work and disastrous when they don’t. The funny part? You never thought that you’d be in this situation. You had always wanted to marry your betrothed and now you’re single. What a joy.
Vil x Reader x Leona
Part One (Here!), Part Two , Part Three
Welcome to the second story for wedding month! This story has some wedding themes that I’m only now realizing lol. I hope that you enjoy! Also: I haven’t decided the final pairing so if you have some thoughts please let me know!
Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Insecure Thoughts (Reader), Political Drama
           To love, in Twisted Wonderland, can be a curse. Not in the literal sense (unless you pissed someone off) but because things always ended up on the extremes. It was either a fairy tail happy ending or a villain’s goodbye. The higher up in class you went, the worse it got. Being next in line to a Dukedom (not officially the heir), love isn’t something in the cards. Even for you.
           Partly that was because you were already in love. In love with someone that you had grown up with, someone who had seen you at your worst moments. Someone who had once claimed that he wanted nothing more than to marry you. Of course, that was a long time ago. Now, he doesn’t want you. Now, you’re too insecure to stay but self-respecting enough to break it off. Now, you’re going to break your own heart.
           Today, you break your engagement since childhood with Vil Schoneheit.
           This isn’t how you planned the night to go. Tonight, you had been invited out to party based on your own status. Vil had been invited separately and you hadn’t mentioned anything to him. He would insist one of you skipped and you weren’t willing to compromise after another skipped meeting. You had your own business to conduct damn it. You were going to chat with your friends a bit, talk about the newest peace treaty and avoid Vil.
           Everything went perfectly fine. Vil had seemed annoyed but said nothing once he saw you. That’s all he looked at you with anymore; annoyance or contempt. You ignored him, doing what you set out to do and having a great time. You were even able to get Duke Rosehearts to agree to meet next month. No one was insulted, you smiled at some of the princes and princesses and headed home.
           Vil was already waiting in the foyer as you pulled up, Charlotte helping slip your jacket off. He was pacing back and forth, glaring at the walls. It struck you that it had been years since Vil was in your home. Before he had gotten more serious about modeling. Before he was aiming to be Queen. Before he cut you out of his life. The last time he was in these walls the two of you were running around the garden with fake swords.
           “Lord Schoneheit. What a late visit.” You raised your eyebrows, showing you were none too excited about him being here. All you wanted to do was sleep. Maybe draft a letter of reply to Prince Malleus. He turned at the sound of your voice, a curled smirk on his face. Even then he looked beautiful.
           “Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice?” His question took you off guard and you paused, stopping in the hallway to stare at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rook and Epel tense and wanted to sigh. There was always an audience now. They were good attendants and you appreciated them but you couldn’t be yourself.
           Vil looked regal in his royal purple assumable, dress ending right above the floor and cape fanned out behind him. His makeup and hair were perfect and you would think he was going to a photo shoot. Rook, his right hand, was in a matching purple suit and cape down to his knees. Epel was also in a suit but in a purple so pale it looked almost white. He looked uncomfortable in the formal wear but had finally stopped picking at his collar.
           “Notice what Vil?” You sighed, tired and not in the mood to play games. “I was ignoring you most of the night, like always.” You thought your reassurances would have made him feel better but instead he scowled more. His heels were muffled on the carpet and he didn’t sway at all on the uneven ground.
           “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” You met his eyes and resisted the urge to step back. His heels made him taller than you and he wasted no time in looming.
           “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You sidestepped him, not backing up but not letting him corner you. “You made it very clear that we’re not to interact in public and I have respected that.” You made to walk past him and he caught your arm, eyes blazing.
           “You danced with other men tonight.” You scoffed, shaking your head.
           “Of course I did, I was asked. What’s the issue with that?” Rook shifted at your question but you couldn’t look at him to confirm. Epel looked paler and moved back, shifting closer to Rook.
           “You are not allowed to dance with anyone until you danced with your fiancé.”          
           “That’s ridiculous.” You wanted to scream. The rule did sound vaguely familiar but you weren’t going to admit that. Southern countries and their courting rules.
           “You think that I wouldn’t notice? Are you trying to embarrass me?” What was left of your patience snapped as his icy tone. You turned on your heel and Vil’s eyes got wide at the emotion on your face.
           “Embarrass you!? I can’t embarrass you when you’re never seen with me! When no one knows we’re engaged! What was I supposed to do, refuse to dance with the princes? I can’t do this anymore Vil!” You could hear gasps and footsteps running from behind you. Your parents would be coming to mediate soon. He started to call you name but you cut him off, shaking your head.
           “I have no issue with your career. I’m glad that you’re happy and you’ve never once pushed away your duties as future Duke. I even agreed, reluctantly, to not announce our engagement.” You laughed bitterly, refusing to cry. “I’m not good enough for you and I can understand that but this is ridiculous! You can’t have it both ways!”
           “I don’t want it both ways!” Vil’s voice rose to match your own, Rook and Epel watching the two of you like a volleyball game. “I want you to respect your station!”
           “My STATION!?” Your voice was a roar. The door opened behind you and you ignored it, taking a step towards him. “You forget yourself! Our contract is based on equal terms! I refuse to do this anymore! I’m tired of waiting for you to call this engagement off! If you won’t pull this bandage off, I will. I am finished!”
           The room was deathly silent. No one dared breathe. Vil looked like you had stuck him across the face. Finally, Rook stepped between the two of you and your mother grabbed your arm, pulling you back. Servants began whispering and talking, their eyes wide. Your father stepped up and began to direct people, for once no one putting up a fight.
           The rest of the night was a blur. You don’t remember Vil leaving but now that the words were in the air, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. You loved Vil with all your heart but you couldn’t, not anymore. The years to trying to be what he wanted, failing, trying again and again with no change. There’s a part of you that knows he cares, of course he does, but you need more than pretending you don’t exist. You need some acknowledgment of your history, of the little boy who loved you. You need him.
           When you wake up in the morning, the paperwork was all filled out. You signed it feeling numb and your parents only nodded. While a treaty with the Schoneheit Dukedom would benefit both countries, it wasn’t necessary to keep up relations and trade. You had spoken with your parents and they with Vil’s father (years ago) and you all knew; sooner or later, the engagement would be called off. No one had ever expected it to be from you.
           Two weeks later, you were officially back on the dating market. Two weeks later, you had to learn to start putting your heart back together. Two weeks later and it was time to get over Vil Schoneheit.
           It took society by storm when news of your broken engagement became public knowledge. It took a couple of months to really gain traction and by then you were a little number. You had agreed to keep things cordial and say that the two of you broke mutually. Vil hadn’t tried to fight you, letting you lead the charge. He looks haunted every time you see him and it breaks your heart at the same time it infuriates you.
           Leona can’t say that he’s surprised when he hears the news. He knew the two of you were engaged, even if you never talked about it. One of those things on public record that no one ever looks into. He’s only talked to you a handful of times, mostly on diplomatic visits. You’re smart and quick, a little too loud for his tastes and a little too soft.
           You’re one of the heirs to the northern most Dukedom and one of the only kingdoms with a strong matriarchy. Your family isn’t as involved politically as others due to geographical location but a surplus of resources mean that you’re usually invited to the table. The Schonehiet Dukedom is on the southwest side of the boarder, one of your closest neighbors.
           There’s been a lot of controversy from the other lords in the country, mostly around bloodline. Your mother had married your father, a commoner. The North has never been as concerned with bloodline as the Southern lands but it still caused quiet a shock. Even after almost 25 years, there were still some lords that refused to see your father as legitimate.
           It was all stupid in Leona’s opinion but it made things interesting to watch. He was more interested in who would take the crown. Call it morbid curiosity but he wanted to know if the second born would become the new Duke. Your brother didn’t want it, as far as Leona could tell, but the advisors wanted someone who was easier to control. You had too much spirit, you would never let them take power. You brother had stronger magic, that was the rumor at least, and some were saying he had inherited the family’s unique magic as well.
           The announcement that your engagement had ended was going to change the game. You had been off the market for years officially because of the engagement and unofficially because you always waved suitors off. Because there wasn’t a precedent, not one felt the urge to push you to accept courting. Now that had all been turned upside down. Not only were you “on the market”, you were willing to make treaties besides purely diplomatic.
           Leona dozed in the afternoon sun, tail thumping against the ground at a steady pace. Marriage was something every royal was expected to do, even himself. He liked you, as much as he could like anyone and sticking it to Vil was always a bonus. A tiny part of him thought that it might be nice to run to the north and away from everything. He snorted, dismissing the idea. It was about power, nothing more and nothing less. He’d send you a letter in the morning; you had been asking to meet around shipping for a while now and Leona wasn’t going to deny you anymore.
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azulsluver · 1 year
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Hi!! Same person who asked for the Yandere Sebek! Could you it a AU where the Reader ans Sebek are both royalty, plus that they are engaged! General headcanons!(sfw and/or nsfw, if comfortable!!!)
tw. yandere, implied blackmail, isolation, unbalanced power dynamic, unhealthy relationship, suggestive themes. cw. blood and fluids mentioned, gross.
Minor at writing !! Read at your own record.
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Royalty!Sebek who vowed to your parents that you'll be kept safe under his name, having you stand next to him as he firmly shakes your fathers hand. Unknowing to you, despair is written in their eyes as your sealed off for the engagement. Sebek's threat being the only thing keeping them from canceling the engagement, a fae in the crowd watches from afar.
Royalty!Sebek who brings you to his very important meetings, his master and prince wishes to meet the future spouse Sebek would be spending with. Think of it as some family bonding time.
Royalty!Sebek who has you cut off contacts with your family, now that you're with him you wouldn't need anybody else to help support. Your family get behalf of what was contracted with your marriage, you get to be an obedient spouse for him.
Royalty!Sebek who slowly isolates you from everyone, he's mostly away to go to work and afraid you'll be deemed as unloyal. He's just doing what's best for the relationship.
Royalty!Sebek who promises to give you many riches, his body armor soaked with blood. Exhausted and high off your scent, he's speaking nonsense into your ear as you help clean him up.
Royalty!Sebek who keeps up the image of his family and country. Often telling you that your family should be grateful that his country is providing some form of protection and supplies.
nsfw bellow^
Royal!Sebek who enjoys your more docile behavior, edging the blade of his sword by your collar to tear it. He expects praise when his hands come to stroke your inner thighs, having a grade-A fuck meat right in front of him by all means.
Royal!Sebek who bothers you in the days night, arms around your waist as he grind himself behind your sleeping form. Frustration and pent up desires to have you, he thinks he deserves a reward for ridding your nosy parents.
Royal!Sebek who humiliates you by leaving hickeys on noticeable areas, try and cover them up; only leading him to make you wear revealing outfits so everyone can see the purple and red blotches on your skin.
Royal!Sebek who smears the blood of your familiars on your face, thumb caressing your tongue as you swallow his fluids and...anothers. As a warning to those who step out of line or disagree on you and Sebek's relationship will be met with a quick thrust to the throat. While yours be occupied.
Royal!Sebek who takes you from behind the large doors of your room, playing a game of "don't let the maid in." His thrusts are shallow yet rough, fingers wrapped around your throat as you leaned against the door, ushering your personal maid that all is well. Catching yourself from screaming out a breathy moan, nails slightly clawing till scratches appear on the door. Unfortunately for you, Sebek enjoys the thought of being caught, waiting for you to mess up so he has a reason to train your mouth better to quiet.
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alice-angel12x · 1 year
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How would each Dorm react if Y/n were a descendant of one of the Great Seven?
That really depends, dose the descendants follow in their Great Seven, or did they learn the errors of their ancestors and forge a different route.
And actually, I made a Royalty Au with this underlying premise. So essentially, In NRC each Of the Great seven left some secrets for their descendants. And only true said descendants can access these secret areas of the school. Sadly, I only made one for Riddle, mainly at the time reception wasn't too good. so feel free to check that out.
But back to the question, I think it really depends.
Riddle: Would probably be interested at first, and simply hope that the descendant will uphold the ways of the Queen of hearts.
Leona: would probably feel slightly threatened by the thought of someone who is cunning like the great lion Scar. Coming for his position of Dorm Head.
Azul: Would also be slightly threatened, but would also like to see if his skills can compare to The sea witch herself, or their descendants.
Jamil: Would probably try to manipulate the descendant to help him into overthrowing Kalim. Probably telling them that they would get to complete Jafar's one wish.
Vil: Would like to see if the descendant lives up to the beauty of the queen, and if they do would like to gain their secret. To add to his own beauty.
Idia: Probably the only one who would not really care, he beats he thinks they are some normie.
Malleus: I think Malleus is already a descendant of Maleficent, but if we need to have another. Then Maybe they would be a cousin of sorts.
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hanafubukki · 2 years
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Cliche Royalty!AU diasomnia dating sim, where:
You were betrothed to the cold Malleus since you were 4, who has never shown you love or interest
Secret childhood friends with sweet Silver, who sadly moved away to serve under the Draconian Kingdom
Your best knight Sebek, who takes his role a bit too serious which causes an awkward, stiff air around you both
Silly tutor Lilia, who maybe has a traitorous gleam in his eyes and happens to be Malleus’ best friend
✍️ let’s expand, shall we?
DID YOU SAY CLICHE ROYALTY AU? AND OTOME GAME ANONIE?! Because hell yes!, I love my cliches, love royalty aus, and please I have so tomes back log that I just wish I have all the time in the world to read and finish and it just keep adding...
okay okay rambling again 
anyways!
I would love a otome game with the Diasomnia gang but I can already tell that I would feel guilty when I would finish a route and switch over to a new route 😭
Malleus’ route I feel would be the final route. The one where you have to play all the other routes just to unlock his. The poster boy route if you will, which makes sense because he technically is the poster boy for twst.
Malleus is the Crown Prince and you were betrothed to him. 
Your marriage to him was a political one to finally bring peace to both the human and fae race after hundreds of years of fighting.
He was cold to you because he didn’t know how to treat you.
He was strong and many of his kind feared him, so of course, you would fear him too.
not to say you weren’t at the beginning, but you slowly warmed up to him from the constant meetings you two had since you were young.
you saw the way people ignored and went out of their way to not interact with him, while you had friends who adored you.
so you made yourself a promise, while this marriage was a political one, you would love your dragon fae husband.
now Malleus, he wasn’t used to you.
You who would try your best to interact with him, and he tried to act cold towards you, but that all changed.
when you stayed by his side while he was sick, and you fed him soup.
you became the bright light to his dark days.
Anonie, you are going after my heart. I freaking love the friends to lover trope.
Silver and you were friends. 
you didn't know much about him besides the fact that you would meet up with him at the forest and play with him.
one day, he came to you and told you his family was moving away.
both of you were in tears and promised to meet again.
imagine to both your shock when you do meet again, it’s when you are visiting your another kingdom and the knight of the prince was your childhood friend.
I want to say, that silver is the character who is, no matter the route, the one who is always in love with you. All he wants is your happiness even if you do not choose him in the end.
ah yes, the cute knight and royalty trope. 
Sebek has always been your loyal knight.
he pledged his allegiance towards you and only you since you were young.
he followed all the rules and kept you guard even though you told him that he didn't need to.
He knows you might get betrothed in the future, but for you, he’s willing to sacrifice it all and escape with you if it means you will be happy.
ah Lilia Lilia Lilia, you mentioned traitorous gleam in his eyes and my mind went the yandere route, well I prefer the soft yandere usually.
in this route, I want to say that you and malleus are friends.
the kingdoms are friendly with each other and you both get along great.
your parents hope that you two will get along enough to get married.
now you and malleus study by the same tutor Lilia.
he’s funny and makes weird concoctions that you wouldn't dare try and eat. 
you are sure that you have developed a crush on him.
but you can’t help but wonder,
sometimes you see this particular gleam in his eyes that kind of gives you the shivers
but it must be your imagination, right?
and Lilia?
why, he loves the innocence aura you give off.
he wants to be the one to corrupt it.
so you will look at him and only him  
I enjoyed writing these 🙌💕💚 What do you think anonie? what would you add?
EDIT: Now even more with other characters: Ridde Rosehearts Ver. ;
Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto Ver.
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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year
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BESTIEEEEEEE 💙💙💙
I have come once again to request another glorious story. I can't get the royal au out of my head so how about a story where Trey is a prince and his parents are pressuring him to get married he hates it but sees the gn reader at the ball being held to find him a partner and ends up falling for them? Sorry if it's a bit hard.
Bestieee hello! Sorry this took a little while. Though, I hope you enjoy (:
Warnings: Ooc Trey, Gn reader, royalty au, talks of an arranged marriage.
Request: Yes.
Words: 729.
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The ball was extravagant.
Everyone was dressed in the best of gowns, dripped and drizzled in golds and silvers. And they danced, twirling around eachother and there were smiles and laughs.
And then there was you.
You were someone Trey hadn't ever seen before. While a lot of people were here to pay their respects or to simply try and get a shot with him for the money and the throne, you hadn't approached him yet. He made his way through the party, eyes sweeping around the ballroom.
The watermelon seemed to melt in your mouth from your place at the food bar, and someone had joined you. You turned to see vibrant green eyes peering back at you, and green hair. You certainly hadn't expected to meet the Prince, though this ball was dedicated to him after all.
"Hey."
He greeted, eyebrows lifting in amusement at your clear gawking expression. You cleared your throat, stuttering slightly.
"H-Hey.."
Your awkward smile had him smiling even more, laughing slightly at your clearly nervous expression.
"Hey, calm down. I mean no harm, alright?"
He lifted up his hands almost in a way of surrender. Noticing your shoulders ease up and relax a little he turned, plucking a piece of beef off a platter and popping it into his mouth.
"Do you like the food?"
"Yeah, it's really good."
You turned towards him, eyes glowing with excitement.
"I never expected to meet royalty."
"Well, is it a welcome surprise at least?"
Trey asked, smiling when you nodded.
"Do you gave to find a partner to marry in this ball only?"
His faced went grim, and he nodded,
"Yes. There's already been three other balls to find me a proper partner but everyone's interested in the throne and not me.. If I don't find someone in this ball, then I'll be in an arranged marriage and I'll be forced to marry who my parents pick."
"What's not to like about you?"
His cheeks heated up at your question, and he shrugged slightly.
"I'm not really sure what people don't like in me, though I do know all they see in me is my money. My money, and the throne."
You frowned, shaking your head slightly. That wasn't right.
"I'm sorry. Those people just don't deserve you then. I wish you the best in finding a partner. I hope who you wed doesn't just use you. That's horrible to think of."
You sighed, and Trey smiled, maybe you just weren't all that bad.
"Well, why don't you marry me?"
"P-Pardon?"
You did a double take, eyes widening, and Trey faltered him for a moment, before continuing.
"Well.. You don't seem like the type to use me, and you're rather nice. So, why don't we marry? You did attend the ball for a reason, didn't you? After all… This was to help me find someone to marry."
"W-Well yes, I just didn't expect your final choice to be me."
"So, is that a yes?"
You smiled, slowly nodding your head. He seemed nice too. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing. And, it's better than him being married off to some random asshole. Though, there was one issue.
"I don't think I'll be good at being a Queen though…"
The Prince smiled, assuring you in soft words of wisdom.
"You'll be just fine. We have people who will teach you the proper manners to be a queen. I promise, it's a bit of work but it does get easier."
You nodded again, and he slipped his hand into yours.
"Let's go and tell my parents, they'll be happy I think."
"I hope so."
You both walked away from the food bar, leaving some half eaten watermelon and beef. Though, that was fine. There's always more of that for later, and maybe the next time you eat it, you can even feed some to him.
Trey had fallen in love fast, though when meeting someone as ethereal as you, that was simply to be expected. Eyes followed you both through the ball, but for once you found yourself not caring. You were having the time of your life, with your Prince and soon to be husband.
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sara-scribbles · 2 years
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Between the Stacks
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Malleus Draconia/GN!Reader Other Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Lilia Vanrouge Word Count: 5,586 Summary: Malleus finds a way to explore Briar Valley without people noticing him. He happens upon a lending library where the story begins. Note: This is an AU with no NRC. It was a fun little idea that popped up. I'm also a sucker for royalty stories, so I might write one for Leona when I get the chance. Warnings: None
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People still unconsciously move away from him, but most don’t really pay attention. There’s nothing he can do about his magical presence. However Malleus is pleased that they don’t recognize him as future ruler of Briar Valley. At least they treat him like another person, which means being ignored.
He wanders through the central plaza, weaving in and out of shops. He observes the many vendors shouting their wares to anyone who passes by. It’s all very lively compared to the palace. The smell of food lingers in the air, enticing people to stop and have a bite. Most of the food is simple yet looks divine and smells even better.
Of course Malleus has been to the central plaza before with Lilia. The once bustling plaza would turn eerily silent as all eyes were on him; only the occasional whisper could be heard. The crowds would immediately part for them. No one dared to step in front of them. Shopkeepers and vendors bent over backwards to please them. The shopkeepers would trail behind them, jumping to attention the moment he looked at anything. Customers would leave the store when they stepped inside. 
It was all so suffocating. 
Pretending to be someone else allows Malleus to experience the plaza like everyone else. Vendors make small talk with him, smiling without much fear in their eyes. Shopkeepers greet him when he comes in but leave him to peruse alone. It’s wonderful.
He comes to a storefront that looks fairly new. The freshly painted sign hangs over the doorway and depicts an open book. The small window display has a few books lined up, covers facing toward him. Though the library at the castle is one of the largest, Malleus decides to go in. Perhaps this place offers reading material he has yet to see.
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The sound of the little bell over the door ringing draws you from your daydreams. You quickly stand up from your seat. You put on your brightest smile as the customer comes in. He’s tall, needing to duck under the doorway. He’s rather plain looking with muted black hair and mahogany brown eyes. He’s dressed smartly in expensive looking clothes.
“Welcome to the Library Realms, sir! If you need any help, please let me know,” you greet in a cheery voice.
His eyes take in the small store before landing on you. “Thank you,” he replies, a small smile on his lips. He has a nice voice; not too loud and smooth.
You watch as he wanders to the far right side before sitting back on your stool. Glancing down at the book you had picked out for the week, you sigh as you realize you lost your place. You had been too busy daydreaming about the novel you were writing in your head.
Refocusing on the text, you lost yourself in the words. So wrapped up in your book, you didn’t notice the man standing in front of the counter until he let out a very loud cough. Jumping at the sudden sound, you sheepishly apologize, “Sorry! Did you need help?”
He gestures to the area around him. “Where did you get these books?”
“My parents are avid collectors of books, so they’re mostly from their travels. Each realm has their own unique literature, so why not bring it to the people of Briar Valley! That way more people can immerse themselves in different cultures and lands without ever leaving home. Being able to feel the heat of the Scalding Sands or the cool waters of the Coral Sea just from reading is amazing, isn’t it?” You pause as you realize you’ve started ranting.
The man doesn’t seem bothered, rather he has an amused glint in his eyes. “Sorry…” you mumble, feeling abashed.
“Do you have any recommendations?” he asks.
“Well, do you have a favorite genre?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll read anything.”
Scrunching up your nose, you look thoughtfully around before hopping off the stool. He follows as you quickly weave between the shelves. You grab a step stool nearby, and grab a simple, black leather book from the top shelf. The gold letter is an elegant, loopy script on the cover and spine. The leather is soft under your touch as you hand it over to him.
“It’s a book of fairy tales from the Scalding Sands. Now before you object that ‘fairy tales are for kids’ try reading it. The stories inside are beautifully written and filled with deep meanings. And the illustrations are so lifelike, they could jump off the page. It’s one of my favorites,” you explain, smiling fondly at the book.
He gently thumbs through the book before closing it. “How much do I owe you?”
As you lead him back to the front, you start telling him of the way the store works. “Since this is a library and not an actual store, you do have to return the book. Each book you borrow costs five thaumarks. However, if you decide to check out more books in the future, I would suggest the subscription model where you can check out ten books for forty-five thaumarks, twenty-five for one hundred twenty thaumarks, and fifty books for two hundred thaumarks.”
He stares thoughtfully around before responding. “I’ll just take this for now.”
Opening a thick ledger, you write the title of the book down, the date, and the cost. Your pen hovers over the name section. “Your name?”
“My name?” He blinks owlishly. 
“Right. Just to make sure people return the books within a month of borrowing. It’s a bit of magic where a letter will be sent to your place of residence when there’s about a week left before the due date. If you want to extend the time, it costs 2 thaumarks to get another month.” You watch as his eyes narrow. “No one knows your residence except the magic. Not even I will know,” you hastily explain.
He’s quiet for a moment before speaking. “Mal. The name is Mal”
“Just Mal?” When he nods, you don’t push further; anyways the magic will take care of everything for you. You write down the name and it briefly sparkles before fading back to normal black ink. “It’s nice to meet you, Mal.” You give him a genuine smile as you offer him a receipt.
His hand brushes against your own briefly. He’s surprisingly warm, you note. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n).” Another small smile forms on his lips. For some reason you have a feeling that his smiles are rare.
“I hope to see you again.” You give him a wave as he leaves. “Mal…huh,” you mumble to yourself, your hand still tingling.
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True to your word, the book is fascinating. Malleus finds it difficult to put down as each page draws him to continue into the wee hours of the day. The carefully illustrated drawings are created with delicate brushstrokes; it makes them almost pop off the page. The stories are set in the Scalding Sands, portraying everyday life with a twist. And you are right, it almost feels like he’s there in the desert with the characters.
Malleus does feel a bit bad for lying about his name. However, the moment you asked for his name, he felt a sense of dread. Would you become afraid of him if you knew who he really is? In that moment, he wished to be like one of his few friends, normal. It technically was a name his parents used to call him when he was younger, so it wasn’t a complete lie.
The dazzling, unrestrained smile you gave him was nothing like he had seen before. Besides the few close people he had grown up with all his life, he was used to scared looks and fake smiles. Your smile was real and filled with warmth that he wanted to see it again. The casual manner in which you spoke to him was also a breath of fresh air. Being able to converse freely with a near stranger is something he never thought could happen.
Malleus decides to visit your library again. Of course he wants to pick out another book, but he also wants to talk with you again. It’s almost two weeks later when he’s able to slip out of the castle in his disguise. As much as he enjoys the company of Lilia, Silver and Sebek, they can make it hard to leave the castle without one of them insisting to go with him.
He arrives at your store without making any stops. Stepping inside, he inhales the warm scent of ink and paper. You're sitting behind the counter like last time, bent over reading a book. Your name tag glints in the light as you look up.
“Mal!” you greet him with a pleased smile.
He steps toward the counter and places the book down. “Hello. I enjoyed the book.”
You place a bookmark in what you’re reading and move it aside. Summoning the large ledger, he watches as you place a check next to his name. “I’m glad! Are you here to borrow another?”
“Yes. I would also like to purchase the subscription plan.” He already has the money ready for the fifty books plan in a pouch tied to his waist. He sets the payment down. “If all the books are anything like the one you recommended, then I’m interested in reading more.”
Your eyes widen almost comically. “S-sure!” You quickly wave your hand, summoning another ledge, this one much smaller and thinner. “Which plan?”
“Fifty books.” He chuckles when you fumble with your pen. “I’d like your recommendation for those as well.”
“Of course! I’ve read a lot so I can definitely make a list for you!” you agree readily, your eyes sparkle even brighter than before. As you fill out the information in the book, you babble about different books. He listens with interest as your free hand moves to and fro as you talk.
You pause in your ramblings as you turn the ledger around and hold the pen out. “I’ll need you to sign just to confirm you confirm this purchase.”
Malleus mentally apologizes to you as he signs his fake name. Handing the pen back, you also sign below his and close the book. It vanishes in a puff of smoke when you snap your fingers.
“All set! Now we can get to the fun stuff!” You rub your hands together in glee as you move from the counter. “I know last time you said you don’t have a specific preference, so I think I’ll recommend different genres. It’ll give you a better feel for what you might be more inclined to read.”
You stop at the shelf from last time, planning to return the book he borrowed. Looking around, you frown as you don’t see the stepladder nearby. “Darn, someone must’ve moved it…”
“Allow me,” Malleus says. He takes the book from you and easily slides it back in its spot on the top shelf.
When he glances down at you, your cheeks are puffed out. “Wish I was as tall as you. Would’ve come in handy a lot,” you mumble. However, you stop pouting immediately as you make a beeline for a different shelf. “How many books are you planning to take out? Technically, you can take out all fifty if you wanted.”
“Just one will do.” This way he would have an excuse to come back and chat with you again.
As you thoughtfully scan the shelves, he notices two comfy looking armchairs wedged in the corner of the store. They’re angled at a slant so they somewhat face each other. Between them is a small table with an antique lamp that provides even more light. It’s a cozy private nook, and almost invisible unless one is paying attention.
“Are people allowed to use those?” he inquires.
You have a few books in hand when you look up. “Hmm? Oh! Yeah, you can sit there and read if you want. I thought it might be nice to have a place to relax. Unfortunately this place isn’t as big as I would like, so only two chairs could fit. You can stay as long as you want, or at least until closing.”
After putting a few books back, you hold out two. “I know you said one, but this one,” you shake the dark blue leather book with words written in wavy font, “has a sequel,” you wave the other book that’s a deep red with the same wavy font, “which you should read. It���s about a mermaid from the Coral Sea and a resident of the Queendom of Roses, who have a chance encounter.”
He takes the offered books, noting the titles are fairly similar. “I trust your choices. The last book was as wonderful as you said.” He follows you back to the front. “Are all these books collected by your parents?”
“Most of them are, though a handful of them were picked out by me. When I was old enough, I traveled to different realms looking for books on my own. I was born in Briar Valley but I grew up everywhere. My parents were originally scholars, so their jobs took them all over,” you explain as you write down the two books in the ledger. “And I came along for the ride!”
“Must be nice to be able to go anywhere you want,” Malleus muses more to himself than to you.
“Have you ever been out of Briar Valley, Mal?” you ask.
“I visited the Scalding Sands when I was younger, but nothing recent. I don’t have much time for leisurely travel. Perhaps some day…” 
You hand him the books. “Well when you go traveling let me know. Maybe I’ll join you. I have been itching to get back out there, but this place keeps me busy.”
“I’d like that.” He knew you’re only being friendly, but the idea of traveling together sounds nice. “May I use the chairs in the back today?”
“Of course! You’re free to use them whenever you want.”
Malleus finds the chairs much comfier than he imagined. He starts with the dark blue book.
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“Why did the main character do that?” Mal asks, his brows drawn together as frustration colors his tone.
You chuckle knowing exactly what he’s referring to. “It’s a defining moment for them. It shows us readers what they’re willing to sacrifice for the people they love.”
He shakes his head. “They could have done it differently without the needless sacrifice. There were so many different options they could have gone with.”
“I understand what you mean, Mal. It’s frustrating, but remember that this does fit in line with who they are as a person.” You mark the page you're on with a flower pressed bookmark.
Sitting in the chairs, you and Mal are chatting about the most recent book he started. Somehow you had found yourself reading with him when the library wasn’t busy, which are most days he visits. It feels like you’ve started a little book club with him as you discuss the turning points or plots of each book.
After spending a few months like this, you felt like you knew Mal. Unlike most customers who selected their books and left, Mal stayed to talk with you. The first day he came in, his magical presence was overwhelming. You nearly ducked for cover, but pulled yourself together. He deserved to be treated the same as everyone else regardless of how strong his magic felt. By now you’re used to his presence, and even enjoy it as it has become a comfort. He’s eloquent in his speech, and at first extremely polite. Eventually he loosened up enough to tease you and make jokes. 
Whenever he enters, it always brightens your day considerably. You share with him stories of your travels and your love of books. He does share some stories though he keeps them vague. Having interacted with him for awhile, you figure out that he has a hard time making connections for one reason or another. You do wonder if people are merely cautious around him because of how strong his magic feels. You do notice customers will give him a wide berth if he happens to be sitting in the back. It’s more noticeable in such a cramped space compared to when he’s outside. But it doesn’t matter to you because you like Mal.
You may have developed feelings for him beyond friendship. You’re not sure how to go about it, afraid of scaring him off. Your other friends just tell you to suck it up and kiss him already! It isn’t advice you’ll be taking any time soon, you decide.
Standing, you leave your book in the chair. “Do you want something to drink? Tea?” He seems a bit surprised at your offer but nods. “I also bought some pastries at the local bakery today. We can snack on those too!”
You return balancing two teacups while the pastry box and two plates float behind you. “I hope you like rose flavored tea because it’s all I have at the moment.”
He helps you settle everything on the small table. “It smells wonderful.”
“And for a snack a chocolate mousse and strawberry shortcake. You don’t mind splitting do you?” Your hand hovers over the small cakes with a knife.
“Of course not. They’re your cakes,” he says with a chuckle.
After evenly dividing the cakes and passing over a fork, you dig into the dessert. “I’ll admit I usually don’t eat dessert before dinner, but I couldn’t resist when I saw them. I was actually hoping you would show up today so I could share them with you.”
“You were?” He seems pleased as he watches you with his dark brown eyes.
You look away as you take a deep drink of the tea. “Well, you are a regular here, and I find talking with you to be…enjoyable.”
Glancing back, you nearly lose your breath at the radiant smile he gives you. You see his sharp canines glint in the light. “Thank you. I also enjoy my time with you, (y/n). I don’t have many friends, so I’m glad I met you. You’re a wonderful person with great taste in books and a beautiful smile.”
Flushing at his praise. “M-Mal…”
He smiles teasingly. “Why are you getting embarrassed? It’s true.”
You lightly swat his arm. “I-I’m not used to such compliments. I swear you just like to see me squirm.”
“It is fun,” he teases as he flashes his sharp teeth.
“You’re terrible, Mal.” Yet you can’t help but laugh.
As you enjoy your tea and snacks, you regal him with another story about your time spent in the Coral Sea. He always listens with rapture as you spin your stories. Sometimes having parents who traveled so much had its good points; you grew up seeing new places, learning new cultures, and experiencing more than a child your age would.
Near closing time, you do one last walk around to make sure everything is in order. Mal is waiting for you at the front. Turning off all the lights, you grab your keys and bag. “Let’s lock up!”
Exiting, the night is quiet as most people are busy having dinner. You lock the door before casting an extra lock spell. Though you don’t think anyone would ever break into your library, you decide to be on the cautious side.
The two of you walk side by side down the street and pass the closing shops. “So what are your plans for tonight?” you ask.
He looks a bit annoyed as he tells you. “Paperwork. Lots of paperwork.”
You give him a nudge with your elbow. “Shirking your duties, Mal? It can’t be that bad.”
The way his mouth turns down and his cheeks puff out makes you laugh. “I’ve been neglecting my duties according to Lilia. He’s been hounding me to sit down and work.”
“Lilia?” It’s a new person he’s never mentioned. There’s something familiar about the name but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
He brushes it off. “Never mind him. What are your plans for tonight?”
Though you want to ask who Lilia is, you decide to let it be. “Well I’m going to make something for dinner, then maybe do some work for the library and finish up a book if I have time. All very boring.”
“I guess we’re both very boring people,” he says with a mock shake of his head.
“Just two bookworms with no life,” you sigh forlornly. As you come to a crossroads, you give him a salute. “Well good sir, I will see you tomorrow?” you ask, hopeful.
“I have some business I need to attend to for the next couple of days.” He shakes his head while touching a hand to his temple. “Nothing I’m looking forward to, but it can’t be put off. My grandmother won’t allow it.”
You nod knowingly. “Then I’ll see you when I see you.” You give him a wave before heading to the road that leads home.
Stopping, you gather all your courage and turn back. “Mal!”
He looks a bit surprised to see you rushing back to him. “Is something wrong, (y/n)?”
You decide you will take your friends’ advice. “Lean down for a second.”
Mal bends down enough that you’re eye level with him. Quick as lightning, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. Feeling yourself warm up, you pull away. 
“B-bye!” Without waiting for his response you run off, nearly tripping in your hurry.
You leave Mal standing there still bent down, his cheeks turning pink as he processes what just happened.
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“Malleus, what is it you’re reading?” his grandmother asks. Breakfast is a quiet affair where his grandmother usually works and eats. Oftentimes he’s left to poke at his food, so he brought a new book you had recommended with him.
Looking up, he vaguely answers, “A book I was recommended by a friend.”
She smiles brightly. “A friend? Have I met them before?”
“No…” He closes the book before setting it aside. “More tea, grandmother?”
“Thank you but I’m fine, child. Will I be able to meet this friend of yours?” she inquires, not letting him off the hook quite yet.
How should he answer this? Malleus isn’t even sure if friend is the proper term for you. After your sudden cheek kiss, he went home in a daze. He spent a good part of the week trying to figure out how he felt about you. 
At first he thought he saw you as a friend. You are someone he enjoys spending time with talking about books and mundane life. To him, the visits to your store are the highlights of his days. Even his weeks. Being with you is easy. He doesn’t have to worry about what you think of him because your body language says it all. You’re comfortable with him, and he is with you. 
However the more he thought about it, perhaps he did see you as more than a friend. You made his heart beat a little faster when you gave him a smile or touched his arm. Sometimes he would stare at your hands wanting to hold it in his. And when you kissed him, a part of his brain wanted to call you back so you could kiss him again.
“Malleus?” His grandmother's voice breaks him away from the memory. 
Shaking his head out of the daze, he met her curious gaze. “Yes?”
She regards him for a moment before holding out a stack of papers. “Please look at these after breakfast and let me know what you think. We have a few more things we need to go over before meeting with the council.”
Taking the large stack, he nods. “Of course.” Back to work as usual.
It’s only a few days later that Malleus realizes he doesn’t remember where he had put the book. He looks all over his room but has no luck. He retraces his footsteps but can’t find anything. He even searches the royal library hoping that it was accidentally put there by a staff member. 
Malleus is beside himself when Sebek happens to walk in. “Young master, is something wrong? You look stressed!” The alarming rise in his tone does nothing to soothe the headache that’s coming on.
“Have you seen a small, brown leather book? It contains a series of short stories.” He’s pulling apart the couch in the sitting area once more.
“I have not seen your book, but I will look!” Sebek searches the room along with Malleus with vigor.
“When was the last time you had it?” Silver asks, having heard the green haired half-fae’s voice in the hallway. Lilia follows in behind him.
He’s silent as he runs through his day. “Breakfast time a few days ago with my grandmother. I had set it aside and she had given me paperwork to go over…”
“Hmm. Perhaps one of the cooks found it. I will inquire.” Silver leaves while Lilia ushers Malleus out of the room.
“The queen would like to see you to go over the dinner arrangements for the party,” he explains. However Malleus is too focused on other things to hear him. “That book must mean a lot to you, Malleus,” he comments.
He only nods in agreement.
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“So you’re planning to leave in a few months?” Mr. Wyrm asks..
“Yes, I think it’s time to close shop and go traveling again,” you inform him. “I’ll pay the last month's rent in full.”
He waves you off. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). Tell your parents I said hello if you see them.” He eyes the shelves of books. “Where do you plan to store the books?”
“I have a friend who knows a shrinking spell. I can store them at home until I decide to come back.” The bell rings announcing the arrival of a guest. You both look over and your mouth nearly drops.
The queen of Briar Valley stands in your small library flanked by two royal guards. “Y-your h-highness!” Mr. Wyrm’s voice raises a few octaves.
You can’t help but stare at the woman. She’s not tall but she carries herself like she’s a giant. Her posture is straight and her shoulders are pulled back. Her very existence demands respect and recognition. Her gaze is sharp and intelligent, though there is a hint of softness. She keeps her face schooled in a polite smile as she looks around.
Turning to you and Mr. Wyrm, she asks, “Which one is the owner of the store?”
Clearing your throat, you hesitantly raise your hand. “M-me?” You wince at your meek tone.
“Hm. I wish to return a book that was left behind.” One of the guards comes forward with the book.
You take it with shaky hands. However, you recognize the book immediately. It’s the small collection of short stories you had recommended to Mal the last time you saw him. There’s even the handmade flower pressed bookmark you gave him inside. How on earth did the queen of Briar Valley get a hold of it?
“So you are the one my grandson has taken an interest in? I can see why.” She chuckles. “Are all these,” she gestures around the store “your books?”
“Y-yes!” Clearing your throat once more, you speak up at a more normal tone. “My parents collected a lot of these on their travels, and I also started doing the same.”
“I see. I’m sure he loves to hear about your stories,” she says more to herself.
You share a look with Mr. Wyrm before he ducks out, leaving you alone with the queen and her guards. “Um, pardon my question, but your grandson?” As far as you know, you had never met the future ruler of Briar Valley before.
“Prince Malleus. He’s been reading a lot lately, and I was curious to see where he got the books from. None I recognized from the royal library,” she explains.
You blink rapidly as your thoughts race. “But I’ve never met Mal-” You trail off as everything clicks into place. Your Mal is Malleus Draconia, prince of Briar Valley and future ruler.
The queen notices the way you seem to fall silent. “So he was using the transformation potion… I do apologize if what I’ve said has caused you any distress. I’m sure my grandson had a good reason to present himself as someone else.”
“I-I…I don-”
The door suddenly opens, the bell jangling loudly. Lime green eyes immediately meet your own.
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When Malleus had heard that his grandmother was going into town, he hadn’t thought much of it. He was still busy trying to find your book. However when Lilia made an offhand remark about a bookstore, he realized who had his book.
Without thinking he had teleported to town. He ignored the gasps at his sudden appearance. Your shop was close by and he headed right over. However when he neared the door, he knew he was too late. His grandmother was inside.
Opening the door, he sought you out instantly. You stare at him in disbelief. His grandmother turns to him with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. “Malleus, lovely for you to join us. I was just returning the book to your lovely friend.”
“Grandmother…” he growls lowly at her. She isn’t fazed.
“Since I’ve returned the book, I need to return to the castle. I’ll see you later, dear.” She bids you both a farewell, and leaves with her guards.
Malleus is left standing there. You awkwardly hold out the book the queen had returned. “I assume you’re not done with this?”
The way you  hesitantly look at him makes his heart ache. You usually smile brightly and casually speak to him. Now it’s like you don’t know how to address him. Which, he understands since you just found out who he really is.
He doesn’t take the offered book. Instead he walks around the front desk, so he can stand in front of you without something blocking him. “(Y/N)... I’m sorry for not telling you the truth. I just wanted people to not treat me differently because of who I am. For once, no one was afraid of me because I was just another person. Even with my magical presence, most people were able to ignore it when they saw I wasn’t anyone important.”
He wants to reach out to you like you sometimes do. Brushing your hand against his arm or squeezing his shoulder casually as you used to talk. “I just didn’t want to lose you, so I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. I hope we can still be friends.” 
He didn’t hope for more. How could he ask for more from you when he had lied. You, who was always so honest and open with him. You, who shared stories with him and listened to his not so interesting ones. You who’s eyes sparkled like stars and who’s laughter made him smile.
“I can kind of understand why you did it. I mean, I’ll be honest, if I knew who you really were, I probably would’ve been intimidated,” you confess. “I can only hope that you’d eventually tell me the truth, Mal.”
“Of course. I was trying to figure out how to tell you once I could get away. After what happened last time…” The memory of the quick kiss has remained in the forefront of his mind for a while now. “You deserved to know the truth.”
“Thank you.” Looking around the empty store, you gesture at the books. “I’ll be closing in a few months. I’m planning to do some more traveling, and maybe visit my parents wherever they are.”
He slumps a bit. “You’re leaving Briar Valley? For how long?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe a few months or so. It depends on what I find.” Fiddling with the book in your hands, you finally set it down. “The invitation still stands, you know.”
He’s confused, trying to remember what invitation you gave him “What?”
You smile at him just as brightly as before. It takes his breath away. “Come travel with me. I did invite Mal, which is you. That is if you can get away.”
“You really wish for me to go with you? Knowing who I am?” he asks, hesitant but hopeful.
“Of course! You’re still Mal to me. You might look different, but you’re still the same person I’ve come to know and care about.” You take his hand boldly. “Maybe you can add some new books to the collection.”
He cups the side of your face with his free hand. His green eyes glow brightly as he tenderly looks at you. “I want to, but I have duties here. Though my grandmother may let me, I can’t just leave. I’m sorry…”
You place a hand over his as you lean into his touch. “I understand. I’ll write to you then. And maybe someday you can join me when everything has settled.”
“I look forward to that day.” He places a kiss on your forehead before wrapping you in his embrace.
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Hello Mal!
I’m writing from a small village called Harveston. Did you know a place like this existed? I didn’t but I’m glad I got to stumble upon it.
There’s a lovely apple farm that I visited. Their apple cider is amazing! Maybe we can go together someday and share a drink?
I’m only here for a few days before I’m off again. I’ve collected a few new books along the way. I hope you’ll like them as much as I do!
How are things in Briar Valley? From your last letter it seems you’re very busy. I hope you get to rest a bit in between your work.
By the time you get this letter I’ll probably be sending another. I’ll let you know when I decide to stay a little longer.
Your bookworm, (y/n)
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ladysapphire928 · 5 months
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The chapter is a little long, but I finally got it done! That counts for something right? Anyways, enjoy more of Devina and Vil arguing and Rook trying to play mediator.
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cupids-chamber · 1 year
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— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?
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— Themes ; Harem / historical au , Twisted wonderland , multiple characters x reader , royalty au , includes rsa + yuuka/yuuken. ♡ . • . will contain suggestive themes.
ꕟ Notes ; I'll try to research for this but I really just want to experiment around with this, I have an idea in mind for the plot and this may go on for quite a few parts, so prepare for a long read. This isn't a smau, since phones didn't exist back then.
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ꔁ Profiles ; Harem entries ; Accepted reports ; To be confirmed ; ♡
ꔞ Foundation day festival , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , etc
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stormgardenscurse · 4 months
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Digital Fanbook: TWST Isekai AUs
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🌟 Digital PDFs are now available on my kofi here! 🌟
Following the theme of ‘isekai AUs’, this fanbook will feature 5 long oneshots where the reader is isekaied (transported into another world) in some capacity.
All 22 guys are featured, however their relationship with the reader is mainly general/platonic for inclusiveness!
➡️ 44,100+ words ➡️ Reader insert, gender neutral reader (they/them) ➡️ Full color cover illustrated by @tartppola!
The stories in this fanbook are not published on my blog, except for short excerpts as sneak peeks!
STORY SUMMARIES:
🌹 Heartslabyul: you wake up in the body of the protagonist from a novel. As ‘Alice Carrol’, you attempt to steer the story away from the tragedies of the novel’s plot, where Riddle Rosehearts, the crown prince, perishes as a tyrant.
🦁 Savanaclaw: in an unfamiliar world and body, you find yourself on the ship of the ‘King of Pirates’, Leona Kingscholar (also a second prince who has since gone independent.)
🌊 Octavinelle + Ignihyde: reincarnated as a human living at a seaside village, you get entangled in the world underneath the water’s surface. It seems that there's a curse of some sort on merpeople, which the Sea Witch Azul is trying to lift.
👑 Pomefiore + Scarabia: you're understandably confused when you're summoned as a ‘saint’ to the Pyroxene Kingdom. Between your role to assist in the crowning of the ‘fairest’ in the land, it's all you can do to stay out of trouble.
🐉 Diasomnia: isekaied into a story you were reading, you find yourself in a tough spot as the protagonist who infiltrates Briar Valley as an agent from the human kingdom. Is their POV of the story perhaps flawed in comparison to the friends you've found in the fae?
CONTENT WARNINGS:
MENTIONS of character death (doesn't actually happen in the fic), execution, kidnapping, light violence, drowning, attempted assassination, fictional political conflict, firearms - and other similar themes often featured in manhwa/royalty AU settings.
NOT described extensively or explicit, so still rated teens and up.
Specific warnings will be attached to the start of each fic for reader discretion!
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coralinnii · 9 months
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I crave for a gathering of the different villainess AU MCs. A mutual commiserating over their villain-like lovers/husbands. A hey you were transmigrated too! Or in Floyd's case, help me what did I do wrong to deserve this! What kinds of interesting conversations, alliances, and other shenanigans may happen?
Imagine a round table of villain/ess!readers just discussing the insanity that is their situation. Like cue the topics that lead into existential crisis and maybe a few geek outs. 
One villain/ess!reader: Do you think the Spiderverse is real, then? Oh dang, maybe there’s a Pokémon world somewhere! 
Another villain/ess!reader: Ohhh, wonder what we gotta do to get reincarnated into that one?
Villain/ess!reader C: At least we're not in a horror genre… 
Imagine becoming the most peaceful era of all times because so many powerful members of nobility and even members of royalty are basically besties for some unknown reason. They really be bringing the kingdoms together.
Malleus’ villain/ess!reader: I’ll try to convince Malleus to join this year’s Noble Gathering. 
Leona’s villain/ess!reader, smirking: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Leona shows up. He ain’t skipping if I got anything to say about it.
Imagine non-reincarnators, including the TWST men, not being able to make heads or tails of the slangs the villain/ess!readers use around each other. It’s like a whole another language in itself. It’s mostly to make sure no one knows what they’re saying but also because it’s fun. 
Azul’s villain/ess!reader: hey bestie, that heroine of yours be acting real sus, not gonna lie. 
Riddle’s villain/ess!reader: you think so? Do you think she’s a you know…? 
Azul’s villain/ess!reader: I don’t know about that. All I know is that she’s one thirsty bit-
Or sharing embarrassing reincarnator moments. 
Kalim’s villain/ess!reader: Kalim did something really sweet recently and I accidentally told him he had rizz. He started hounding me on what that meant and now he can’t stop saying it.  
Leona’s villain/ess!reader: At least you didn’t get caught saying “I’m not a furry but…” to your new beastman husband. 
Imagine the villain/ess!readers having actual discussions in figuring out who else might be reincarnators and making plans to bring them in. 
Jade’s villain/ess!reader: So Jade’s brother is currently chasing after someone…and I think the script has changed, you get me?
Azul’s villain/ess!reader: Oh dear, and with Floyd too? That’s a tough one. 
Malleus’ villain/ess!reader: I think I might have found another script-changer…
Riddle’s villain/ess!reader: Actually, me too…
Kalim’s villain/ess!reader: Now that you mentioned it…
Idia’s villain/ess!reader: Wow, so many newcomers! We should start making welcome gift baskets at this point. 
Vil’s villain/ess!reader: Oh, should we~? Vil has so many amazing skincare potions! 
Leona’s villain/ess!reader: No. Just…no.
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yuri-is-online · 2 days
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Hi Yuri! Have you ever considered the idea of there being an alternate version of the twst boys in Yuu’s world? Since we have no clue if it’s just another planet or an entirely separate universe, it’s theoretically possible. Poor Yuu would think they are going crazy seeing a familiar face or hearing a familiar voice in another world. Perhaps it is even painful to the point Yuu tries to avoid interacting with the boy in question. - 🦐
(Also, I am well aware of how often I’ve been sharing these thoughts. If they’re annoying you or you don’t feel up to it, I don’t want you to feel pressured to respond or anything. I’m just spitballing and posting before I forget. 👉👈)
OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ON THIS!!!!! (first and foremost being that you are very much not annoying <3)
An alt version of a twst boy in Yuu's world is just so yummy. There's so much angst potential depending on what the relationship is/was. Did their boy die in some horrible accident? Is he waiting for them, anxious and terrified about where Yuu went? Does this imply that twst also has a version of Yuu somewhere out there in the world? Questions questions. I did sort of write about this idea in the tags of this yan version of the soulbound au, wherein a cursed Yuu driven insane by their curse kills their soulmate before being isekaid to Twisted Wonderland and finding a different version of him, horrified with the realization that they could kill him again... but I want to cook up some dynamics for what the dorm leaders/overblot boys could be up to in Yuu's world first sooo...
I had a hard time thinking about Riddle until I remembered he's a horse girl and cast Yuu in the role of bad boy ranch hand whose dad's got a job at the barn so they're forced to help take care of the horses and warn all the would be YA protags about the "special horse" who doesn't take orders from just anyone. Not that Riddle is the protagonist... he's more the well established rich petty bitch who looks down on the new girls and especially on you because you're never taking care of his horse in accordance with all his stupid rules. And in stereotypical horse movie fashion Riddle has a massive not so secret crush on bad boy ranch hand Yuu who just doesn't get why he keeps trying to talk to them.
There isn't much royalty left in the world, but imagine Leona as the son of some rich business magnate whose older brother got the company and left him with "nothing." Maybe Yuu works at a liquor store part time and Leona comes in to pick stuff up every once in a while. You wouldn't call him a friend, but you guys shoot the shit enough that you have a general feel for each other to the point he joins you on your breaks to keep up the talk and play chess.
I love the idea of student president council Azul. He's made for that trope. Born for it, he'd be such a terror with Jade as his VP and Floyd as well. Floyd. I can't see him really being a part of the student council but I had this idea the other day based off this instagram post I saw about this mom who sews right? Her daughter was running for class president and she made these bracelets with little shrimp on them and attached them to cards that said "Keep it shrimple! Vote for (kid's name)!" And I was struck with this vision of Yuu doing that so like. Yuu running against Azul with that campaign slogan and he's tearing his hair out over it being so popular because people like memes (the original idea had Floyd running as Yuu's vp but they both dropped out at the last minute because neither him or Yuu wanted to do the actual work lol.) I also like student council president Azul and delinquent Yuu... but that's because of Tsuredure Children ha
Kalim and Jamil are hard... but I think the same set up of rich businessman's kid and his bodyguard in training still fits. How Yuu meets them is beyond me, but if you were friends with either of them could you imagine how painful seeing the same tragedy play out in this new world would be? Jamil doomed to always be a servant and Kalim doomed to be betrayed by his best friend... that would be so painful for someone who cared deeply about either of them I could see it motivating Yuu to try and resolve things for twst Jamil and Kalim that much harder.
Ok so hear me out... Vil still wants to be an actor in your world but he doesn't have the connections to his dad and is working as a pharm tech with Yuu at your local drugstore while going to school and hunting for gigs. He mentions being interested in cosmetics and magical pharmacology in game... and he also mentions knowing nothing about his mom so like. Your world Vil ended up with his mom instead of his dad and you get to see him on the cusp of his big break as one of his number one supporters from the very start, only to get isekaid to a world where you get to see what things could have looked like. It's strange how similar and yet not both versions of Vil are...
Idia is the guy who comes in to buy snacks at your convenience store during the night shift who you start talking to when you notice him buying a game time card for something you also play. You're stupid awkward around each other at first, but it's nice to finally have someone to talk about your niche interest with once you've passed each other's sniff tests. You don't actually know him know him though... so getting sent to another world where there's another version of him makes you worried the more you learn about his backstory that maybe you should have been there for your Idia more. Is he doing ok back home? Did he think of you as a friend? You hope he isn't blaming himself for any of this...
Malleus is an old money trust fund baby whose family was absolutely royalty at some point and is still overly attached to it. He likes old buildings, cemeteries, long walks in the fog, you know all those good goth things. He's tall and socially awkward and so grateful for you, his first and best friend who he met one moonlight night he swore was a dream in his favorite abandoned building who spoke at length with him about all sorts of things he liked. So you know. More or less the same. Just without the world ending powers... I think this is another one that would be quite sad. Which version of Malleus needs Yuu more? Which one is the real one? I'd hate the idea of him being destined to always be lonely and lose the ones he loves.
As for Yuu avoiding them... I could see that. It would feel weird seeing someone you love so much only for it not to be them at all. I know that the Lovebrush Chronicles kiiiiind of deals with this??? I wish I had the patience to play through it has an appealing glasses wearing ro but it's a mobile otome :/ but still. It's a concept I promise I am totally normal about.
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