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Malleus 11

Summary: You offered Malleus your lap as a joke after Grim’s tantrum. Malleus accepted the offer.

(It’s been on my mind and I felt this would’ve been so funny to have as an option. I want to hold. I want to spoil.)

“Nah, it’ll be too crowded. I want to sit here!” Grim demanded, smacking his paws on the table. You had half a mind to flick his forehead to get him to behave, but honestly, you’re in the mood for some fun.

“Well, in that case,” you leaned back in your chair, catching Malleus’s ever intense stare with ease, “Hornton, how about you sit on my lap instead? Grim clearly doesn’t want to sit on it.”

You meant that entirely as a joke. Mozus knew of your usual antics, so his reaction was a mild stiffening of his shoulders and a world weary sigh. Truly, you must be a most tiring janitor to deal with.

Azul, however, choked up on his spit and pounded on his chest to clear it up. Idia sputtered and upon realizing he made way louder noises than usual, shrank into himself and nearly vanished under his collar. Silver was more or less stone still, like you slapped him awake. And Sebek?

His hand immediately went to his sword, clearly ready to fight for ‘His Lord’s’ honor, if his thunderous face was of any indication.

“Y-you! How dare–!” The crack in his voice almost made you lose it.

“Ho… Aren’t you a bold one?” He practically purred out your name, “Are you ready to deal with the consequences if I accept the offer?”

…that’s not a rejection. Oh shit, that is not a rejection. Fuck, now you gotta commit to the bit! If you back out now, you’re gonna be the asshole for offering in the first place.

That and as much as you enjoy Malleus’s presence, if you take back the offer, he’s going to chide you like you’re a fickle and impulsive kid. That treatment will just grate on you and it will ruin your whole day. You hate it when that pops out, that worldview of fae being superior to humans, and therefore should be cared for like children.

So, to avoid that entire headache, you pushed back to make more room and patted your thighs with a sharp smile.

“Go on ahead, my lap can take it.”

You heard a dying wheeze come from Idia and a nervously laughing Azul.

Malleus laughed along with him, loud and joyful. He placed a hand on the back of your chair and managed to calm himself enough to say, “In that case, I accept.”

Grim gave a cheer at his free seat and Malleus graced his legs over your thighs before settling quite comfortably on them. He straightened his back, as though sitting on a very well crafted throne. Malleus was practically sparkling as he put a hand on his chin, little chuckles escaping him as he let himself enjoy this atmosphere.

You can’t say you weren’t enjoying yourself, though you do hate that you put yourself into this can of worms. Oh well, it’s not the worst. You’re comfortable and that’s enough.

Just for a bit of revenge, you wrapped an arm around Malleus’s waist and pulled him in closer.

The light, “Oh!” escaping his lips had you smiling.

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Hi, thanks for checking in! This is yet another twst side blog of mine, except it's almost exclusively for my OCs. If you prefer to see just reblogs of beautiful twst fanworks (including fanarts, fanfics, analyses etc.), please head to @miriatwstuff.

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it is time to celebrate another milestone with another event! thank you for staying and reading, it makes me happy to know there are so many of you here in the shop with me. I am not good at responding to asks quickly, but I promise that I see each and every one and they all bring a smile to my face. I will be opening drabble requests temporarily once again~ this event will last until the 28th of March.

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[twst-drabbles]

Octavinelle 17

Summary: A stranger approaches you while you're relaxing on the beach. Your large seafolk don't really take to people just coming up to you all that well.

(My brain is all over the place again. Writing a little bit of everything. Have patience and enjoy the seafolk intimidating peeps with their large forms. I have written, so many words!)

That pocket dimension back home was a strange thing indeed. There wasn't really a surface to breach, nor was there a beach to lay on. It was just water in all directions, no matter how far one goes.

So, with the help of some potions and other magical things, you took the seafolk right into an odd beach that you're more than sure Crowley made somehow. You don't know how, but it had crow shape stones sitting on top of a boulder, so you know he did something.

Well, either way, this place was yours for the playing and the relaxing with.

As soon as you set up the towel and umbrella, all of the seafolk carefully set into the water before they all just dove in.

Azul sank deep into the water as soon as he morphed into his true form, just making bubbles with his lips while he sat there and enjoyed the sun.

Jade seemed to be carving into a raised rock in the water with his claw. He always seems to be busying himself with various little projects and hobbies. Likes to keep his hands busy when he can, for one reason or another.

And Floyd was, well, being Floyd. He was diving to the bottom and seems to be digging for things. Clams, sand-dollars, dead starfish. And just when you weren't paying attention to him, he threw wet sand and seaweed right at your knees.

You didn't exactly come to the beach for yourself to be perfectly honest. Sure, the waters are crystal clear and the weather was just perfect, but it was just one of those days where you simply want to bask in the sun, take in the sea-salt smell and listen to the waves as the seafolk played among themselves.

"Uh, hey! Excuse me," then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Is this spot taken?"

A stranger has made there way here. In a place with clear signs that this was a private beach.

You gave a sigh and pushed yourself up.

"Yeah, spot's taken," you waved behind you, "might want to go elsewhere. It's a private beach."

"Wait, really? Well, can I stay? It's not like you anyone needs to know. You don't really need all this space to yourself right? See, it's my kid's birthday and I wanted to bring the family somewhere really special and--"

Then, there was a dual harsh clicking, right from the throats of Jade and Floyd as they crawled from the waters they were just splashing around in. Jade came to your right side, Floyd covered your left. Water dripped off of them both and right onto your skin.

"…holy--"

A hand landed gently dug its gray fingers into sand and your once guppy dragged himself out of the ever-deep ocean. Deliberately slow, both to not make the waves blanket you while you're relaxing under the shade and also to establish a presence.

You would scold him, but Azul's entirely too in character to really listen. He, Jade and Floyd. Look at them all. Jade was curling his large tail this was and that around your legs to truly make his size and length known. Floyd was grinning and looked three seconds away from slithering right up to this stranger and squeezing him just for the fun of it. And Azul…

Azul didn't do anything besides plop his chin on his folded hands, oh so politely lowering himself just to meet the gaze of this stranger who wandered into this spot snagged. His smile wasn't wide but it was there. Empty, not a shred of warmth in there, but charming to those that don't know him.

"My, I wasn't expecting a guest at all, especially not on this private part of the beach," without the water and layers of barrier to separate you all, Azul's voice was sharper than you're used to. Weird. "Had I known ahead of time that strangers were prone to just wandering into places they're not supposed to be, I would've prepared some entertainment."

Ah. He's angry. Just angry and annoyed. Doesn't see this person as any sort of threat or danger, otherwise there wouldn't be any words. There would only be odd masterfully manipulated waves as they avoid you, but drag this stranger under into the dark depths of the sea.

"Should I do the honors and receive this guest?" Jade gave a wide smile, baring his teeth, "I'll be sure to give them the warmest of welcomes."

"Oh come on, isn't it my turn this time?" Floyd clapped a hand on Jade's shoulder, "I'm sure this little slug could do with some squeezing."

"Stop that," you sighed out, kicking Jade's and Floyd's tail off of your legs. Ugh, they're all slimed up. You didn't get up, just lifted your head to look at the slowly retreating stranger, "Yeah, you might want to leave. Public beach is a ways down from here. Hope you can snag a spot for the birthday celebration."

"Thank you so much sorry to bother you have a nice day!" Apparently that was all the permission they needed to make a mad dash out of here. Well, as much one could dash on dry sand and sandals.

"Oh dear, they tripped," Jade noted, "should I help them up?"

"Jade," you warned.

"I'm joking, dear Caretaker," he injected a lot of fondness in that sentence.

But yeah, a joke. Sure.

"Alright, now then," Azul, let the facade drop and rolled his shoulders, not used to his true weight on land, "let's leave the Caretaker to their relaxing while we take a swim, shall we?"

"Huh?" Floyd, not in the mood, flopped over right over your thighs. You made a noise of discomfort, heavy as he was, but Floyd ignored you. "I don't wanna. I'm tired of just swimming and hunting."

"Really now, why must you be like this?" Azul sighed, tired of his antics, but then something caught his eye in the distance, "Would you say no to chasing boats?"

Now that caught his attention. "Oh? Where? Let me see."

"There, that red dot in the distance," Azul didn't finish before Floyd dragged himself back into the water. He speed off and soon was out of line of sight.

"Hmm, I wonder if they'll have anything interesting on their vessel," Jade follows after, a little slower.

"Azul," you called to him before he could sink back under, "come here."

Just his face alone was enough to give you all the shade you needed and more. He leaned in close, wanting to hear every word that comes out of you.

"Yes?"

"Make sure none of you get into legal trouble," because attempting to stop any all trouble all together was just not going to happen. May as well just settle for this instead so it doesn't go back to you.

Azul gave the softest of laughs. "Well, if that boat is so willing to risk fishing in protected waters, then they shouldn't be afraid of the consequences that may happen. Of what may lurk in the seas they treat as an untouched treasury."

"Azul."

"Fine fine, but I won't make promises."

Eh, that's enough for you. Trying is better than nothing.

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 15

Summary: A way home was finally found a year after you rejected Malleus's advances. Once you got home and were settled in, an invitation made it's way to you, written to you by Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley. How many years have passed?

(I've been on an odd writing spree, but for my original writings. It's weird, but I'll take it! Anyways, have a what-if situation of a King Malleus still yearning for the Prefect! Might continue it if people are interested enough in this what-if scenario.)

"Then would it be possible," Malleus reaching out to you as you faced the star-filled sky, "for you and I to share in each others lives?"

…and so the day finally came. When Malleus would gather up his courage and confess in the way all faeries do, in sentences layered over passionate feelings.

Honestly, the thought of being in a relationship with Malleus didn't sound all that bad. He's a sweet man, if a bit air headed with how easily lost in.

You do feel bad, honestly, for the fact that your feelings never ran deeper than general interest. You don't yearn for him, you can't. Especially not when you know that he's a prince. If you want to love him properly, if you want to build upon this general interest, you'd have to accept that specific part of him.

However, when you imagine the future laying before you, you see that it has nothing to do royalty.

Malleus has done nothing wrong. It's just unfortunate that he's a prince. His future was simply not one that will mesh well with your own.

"My life in my own," you said, "I don't intent to share it anymore than I already have. I'm… simply not interested."

You knew him too well. You can't pretend to be ignorant and go through hoops just to convince yourself that surely he didn't mean that, that he meant something different and that it's all platonic. Because, to you, that's just an excuse to not be blunt and say no. To avoid hurting the other party.

But avoiding what needs to be said is worse.

So, you had to reject him and leave it at that. You didn't like hurting him, but you also can't delude yourself and think that everything will somehow work out, especially since your feelings don't match his own.

Malleus didn't push and you didn't make him leave. And so you both stayed, continuing on as you always have, two people with positions too unique to truly be ignored.

The day came that you would leave. You said your goodbyes, you had your parties and feasts, and when all was said and done, you were relieved to be leaving. To finally go back home.

You waved to them all, to all the people you've met along the way, and passed through the mirror without a second glance back.

Time barely passed by when you got home. So little time, in fact, that your phone was still near to full battery. Dust didn't collect on your bed or dining table like you expected, and there wasn't a single voice message or text asking about your whereabouts.

It's as if you didn't vanish at all. Well, to be fair, you weren't the kind of person to keep in constant or close touch with anyone. You liked your alone time a little more than the average person, but it wasn't anything to make you feel guilty over.

In fact, you're relieved, that only a minimal amount of time has escaped you. You didn't have to go home to frantic worries, to people getting angry out of concern for your sudden disappearance. Everything was calm and level. It was easy enough to go back to the routine you had before.

You missed this, you will admit that. You missed the air and scent of your bed, the grocery store and all its busy chatting, the scent of baked or fried snacks surrounding the local flea market, and even the way the wind flows through the trees. Sure sure, the land you were previously in had all these things, but they weren't yours if that made sense.

Honestly, after a while, you were almost convinced that everything that went on back in Night Raven College was just a dream. If only because, like a dream, you can really only enter and exit such places once.

But then an invitation entered your hand.

Addressed to you, handwritten in such a way that can only be taught in professional calligraphy classes. It tells of a tour around the gardens in the abode of the King of Briar Valley.

King, huh? Has that much time really passed? Putting that aside for a moment, you can't say you were shocked that, out of all people to be able to send a letter right to you, you would place your bets on Malleus.

That being said, you couldn't say no. It's been a while but you're familiar with Malleus's language. A simple tour just for the sake of a tour? No, that's not it at all. He probably misses you. And, to an extent, you miss being over there. A visit is probably due right about now.

And, if things go the same way as they did last time, you'll be gone then back in the blink of an eye.

So, you wrote your reply and placed in on the nearest full body mirror.

You probably should've practiced your landing when it comes to mirror traveling. You fell right through, though you were lucky enough to grab the edge of the mirror before you could crack your knees.

Immediately, you were hit with the scent of cold and old magic, that sharp scent, not quite ozone, less metallic than that, less chemical-like than that. It was neutral magic, subdued in smell but overpowering enough to fill your sense anyway.

It's been a hot minute since you've been here. You're not quite to magic anymore, and you couldn't help but start coughing and clearing your throat.

Then, you were practically washed away with the smell of fresh rosemary.

"You…" And, as you expected, his voice stayed the same, and yet you can hear it, that small bit of quivering, as though he can't believe what's before him. "So, the invitation did make its way towards you, dear Child of Man. Are you alright? Are you sick?"

You held out your hand and coughed into your hand, trying to get this weird stickiness out.

"I'm, ugh, I'm fine, Hornton," Ah, should you really be calling him that now that he's king, apparently? Ah, who cares, you're the guest, you can be forgiven. "It's been a bit. Not all that used to magic anymore, is all."

And then, you looked up. Before, you wouldn't say his horns were malleable or soft, but there is a difference to them. Their color has darkened, and there these silver decorations about them that made those horns seem longer than they actually are.

There was a laugh. "Are my horns truly such a marvel? Well, if you so ask, I won't mind you touching them, if only to prove to you that they are no mere illusion."

"No, I'm good on that front," you sighed then finally looked to Malleus's face. "Huh. You look… older."

Older, and that's honestly kind of concerning for you. He isn't aged, not in the same way you've felt around Lilia. Yes yes, Lilia has a youthful face to him, but after a while, you can't help but notice the little things that betray his true age. Much like now, where you can see the slightest dips in his eyes, near his mouth.

Like most fae, they seem forever young, but the signs don't skip anyone no matter long they stay alive.

The fact is, enough time has passed that Malleus visibly aged.

Malleus, in all his kingly regalia, closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. "It hasn't been that long. How many years…twenty? Perhaps thirty or less? Ah but, that's an age for children of men, isn't it? And yet, time hasn't so much as glanced at you. You look just the same as I remember, perhaps more youthful. But, that aside, I'm glad to know that this invitation made it you, before life has left your body."

…thirty years? Thirty years? So, time really does pass by differently in your home, huh? That's… you don't know what to think, honestly. Awful? Interesting? It certainly doesn't feel good.

"That long? How much did I miss?" Were there reunions? Letters written to you but could never be sent? And how is everyone else doing with their lives? Are they still alive? Did someone die an early death potentially? And what about families? Did they start some?

…ugh, you hate this feeling. You only have theories and questions and already you're feeling left out from it all.

Well, all you can do is take it one step at a time. Get to know what has happened, and move forward from there. You have no choice but to do so.

Malleus placed a gloved hand on his chin. "…it would take too much time to say right now. Perhaps I'll tell you all that I know as I walk you around the garden? You did accept the invitation, did you not?"

Your mind wasn't quite here, so you just nodded with a, "Right, right."

"Then," Malleus turned, his hair much longer now, perfectly groomed without a knot in there, "shall we be off?"

And you followed, feeling a bit awkward in the fact you were just wearing casual wear.

"…is that lipstick you're wearing, Hornton?" Probably not what you should be focusing on, but you couldn't help but notice. You're more used to his pallid lips than that luscious color.

"Hmm? Why, yes. It was shade recommended to me by one of my servants. If I remember right, this was something crafted by Schoenheit."

"Oh, so his stuff's world famous now, I take it?"

"World famous? Hmm, not quite sure what that entails, but the influence has made its place here. So, influential enough. Does it look odd on me?"

"Don't worry, it looks nice."

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Lilia 11

Summary: You two were alone by the fire. The Lilia you knew was rather playful in his flirtations. This younger Lilia was more… aggressive? To the point? Either way, he put himself on your lap with a glare.

(More time travel shenanigans. This is the only thing my brain wants right now, so may as well indulge.)

"I'm surprised you still come here," you said, poking a log deeper into the fire, "You just had a victory over some invading humans. Shouldn't you be over there celebrating with your men?"

Lilia, sitting flat on the ground, took a large swig from a glass flask. What he's drinking, you don't want to know. It's swamp like in color and thick like gasoline, but it seems to be something that gets him drunk.

He swallowed and sighed with deep satisfaction, red high in his cheeks. "You think we have enough time to celebrate? We don't live this long indulging in those loud parties those nobles love so much. Besides, this is a break, not a celebration."

Yeah, he's pretty tipsy. Well, as tipsy as a fae can get. You've seen people stumble around blind in their drunkenness, but never faeries.

"Huh," you looked to Lilia, "you take breaks? Wouldn't Her Highness singe you bald if she found out?"

"There are many things I don't tell her," and just like that, General Lilia's face and relaxed continence became more sober. Sharper. "How I go about in my private days, she doesn't need to know. Though, not as though I can stop her when she wants to barge in on them…"

Huh. Well, that's not quite as shocking as you thought it would be. No matter the time, Lilia was always keeping something close to his chest, whether it be something seemingly benign or important.

"Though," you leaned your face against your hand, catching Lilia's red eyes, "Am I really so relaxing to be around? That you would go out of your way to see me? I didn't think you saw me as a friend."

Really, in all his prickly nature, and the fact that his closest one was a woman who hated you, you thought Lilia would be more distant with you.

Then, Lilia smiled. A glint, shape canines shining in the flaring fire, as though he found something both succulent and offensive to his senses.

"A 'friend,' huh?"

Just as his flask landed on the stiff grass, Lilia closed the distance and clicked a heel right next to you against the log. You back up with a "whoa," just so your face didn't hit his nose. Lilia wasn't deterred, he simply leaned down so you couldn't focus on anything but him.

"Friends, with a human. It's laughable really, just saying that sentence alone!" His grin, for the moment it was there, was mocking. "Imagine how many would die of laughter at the thought of me wanting more than friendship from a human."

And that mockery was aimed at himself. Accepting of what's in him, and irritated at it existed at all.

"Since when have you ever cared?" You didn't turn away nor did you push him. "Why not indulge in the now? You can always forget about it later."

That gave Lilia pause. He took in a breathe and glared at you. He slid right into your lap without much sound. His arms rested upon your shoulders.

"…you should know what it is you're saying," Lilia murmured, as though he's afraid he'll blow away this fantasy if too loud, "Pranks like this are in poor taste."

You let your hand feel up the side of his body, your other combing through his long hair, releasing it from it's high tail.

"You know I don't do pranks," you're more dragged into them than anything, "Now come on. Indulge."

Lilia, impatient, closed the distance. This will be a secret, known to only you, Lilia, and the fire behind him.

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Azul 25

Summary: Azul is in your hands. You're pressing your thumbs all over his little chubby self. Turns out he's rather ticklish.

(Wouldn't it be fun to have a stress ball in the shape of a baby Azul? Well, not fun, but at least nice.)

Another day of cleaning the tank and you're just about to transfer Azul over to the bucket with Jade and Floyd.

"Hey, little Guppy," you brought him out with both hands, supporting his back with your fingers.

He looked at you and moped. He practically drooped right through his fingers, acting as boneless as possible.

"Yeah yeah, I know," you blew into Azul's face just to annoy him a bit, "I hate being woken up from my naps too, but I need to clean the tank. It's too gunky."

It's pretty much your fault that you left the tank alone for as long as you have. You really wish you could get some kind of sea slug to put in there and clean the tank up, but your pets love to chew at anything that move. Especially Jade and Floyd. They can pretend to be innocent all they like, you know they would slurp the poor slug up in a heartbeat.

Azul pathetically reached for the tank, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into his clam shell and close the world off, but it was a weak attempt at best.

"I'll be done in a minute, okay? Just be patient." Then you stroked your thumbs over his belly.

Water sputtered out of Azul's mouth and over your fingers. He chipped and chirped, flailed his tendrils about like he was actually angry at you, but you pressed again and he dissolved into laughter.

"Huh." Okay, this is new.

Azul stilled then looked up at you, as though looking for any sign that he did something wrong. He curled his tendrils over your thumbs, but that didn't stop you from poking the sides of his stomach. Azul seized then gave a high pitched trill of delight. He squirmed in your grip as you attacked his belly.

This is cute. You're little Guppy's adorable.

"Alright, I'm stopping," you lifted your thumbs off just as Azul ran out of breath and entered the silent laughter stage. "Sorry about that. That's was real fun, little buddy."

Azul panted, gripping your fingers real tight as though he ran a marathon.

He huffed once more as soon as he remembered you took him out of his napping spot. But, the smile that keeps trying to break through told you how he's truly feeling.

"Here you go," you let Azul crawl out of your hand and watch as he drifted down to the sand below. He deflated into a flat puddle of himself. Jade and Floyd swam over from their impromptu race and poked at him.

Well, guess you tired him out, huh? You did make him laugh pretty hard. Your bad.

You will do it again though.

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Floyd 10

Summary: Sometimes when Crowley irritates you, you like to throw Floyd right at him.

(Really like the thought of slinging this eel around like a ferret.)

Ever since Crowley installed a number of automatic systems that basically did his chores for him, he's been coming over more and more often out of sheer boredom. He pops over in your house unannounced, hogs your television when you want to use it, and has even taken over a lot of your chores just as you were in the mood to do them.

And right now, he's watering your berry bushes like he didn't take the hose from your hand.

"Neglecting your berry bushes like this, how awful!" Crowley complained loudly like you weren't right there in your backyard, splashing your feet about with Floyd chasing after your toes. "But, because I am very kind, I shall do it for you at almost no cost!"

You pinched Floyd between your ankles and threw him to the end of the pond. He flailed and squealed as he went sailing.

You yelled back, "No Crowley, you're not watching your shows on my TV! And I'm not making you snacks!"

He has his own television! And you know he can make his own snacks! You've seen him on a cooking show once at 1 AM! He knows this stuff! He doesn't need you to do any of this. And besides, when he gets too into whatever drama he got himself into, he whoops and hollers just as you're about to enter the realm of sleep.

Seriously, you already have issues with sleeping at a consistent time and this bird-brained man is not making things better for you. You have things to do! Pets to take care of and entertain when their solo enrichment wasn't enough.

"Oh come on," Crowley scoffed in that way that never fails to irritates you. That specific scoff like you're some silly kid that's claiming things for themselves because they haven't digested the concept of sharing. "Don't tell me you have forgotten basic manners. You haven't been an adult for that long and already you don't want to show appreciation for all these things I'm doing for you."

"I don't need you to do shit for me, Old Crow," your whisper came out as a hiss.

Crowley was struck by nickname he probably thought was dead on your tongue. "Old-!"

"What I need from you," you smiled and dunked your entire arm into the pond. You grabbed Floyd just as he was about to nip at your calves. "Is for you to get a hobby!"

And like a rocket being launched, you threw Floyd directly to the back of Crowley's head. You may have thrown this eel one too many times. His posture was perfectly straight, arms sticking right out like he's one of those superheroes in a cartoon, and his face was perfectly pensive as though you're sending him off on a mission.

You didn't really mean for him to land perfectly on the back of Crowley's head. You just wanted Floyd to get, like, around his back but oh well. Too late now.

Floyd gripped his teeth and claws into Crowley's hair just as he tipped forward at the new weight.

"What in-" Then, Floyd slipped his tail under Crowley's collar, then whipped it around with no mercy! "Mmmah!"

"Ah, Floyd's slime wiping attack," you noted with a chuckle. You've been victim of that move a few times before. You're pretty sure it's not any sort of territory marking so much as he wants to gross people out. "I am not sorry."

Seriously, just because he's bored, Crowley thinks he can annoy you and not face any of your antics. If he wants to spend time with you so much, he should at least call or text ahead. Or go hang out with literally anyone else in this neighborhood. There's not a single person here that doesn't know him by name.

"Get him off!" Crowley sprinted right past you, trying to grab Floyd but his poor hands are covered in slime, "Get him off!"

"Hmm," you splashed around the pond some more. "Nah."

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Lilia 12

Summary: You're taking a bath and Lilia decided to come in.

(Just cute Sanctuary Lilia things. Being a little shit. You know the drill with him.)

Today was simply a day filled to the brim with chores. You cleaned out the various baths, removed the fallen tree branches from your backyard after a storm hit, entertained Crowley when he popped over for a unprompted visit, and dragged Crowley back to his house when he passed out in your chair watching the latest soap opera that he somehow remembers all the details of.

And now you're here, taking a bath rather than a shower, because you wanted nothing more than some almost too-hot water to seep right into your joints and muscles. You're not as young as you used to be, but you curse your body nonetheless. Time was a cruel thing that your body was too weak to stand against.

But, this was your only body, so you had no choice but to take care of it, regardless of your feelings towards it. So, all you have to do is just sit back and relax.

However, you're having a hard time doing that, on the account Lilia was standing on the edge of the tub.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't turn around. You liked looking at the sparkly stickers placed on your ceiling.

Lilia tilted his head, not a peep out of him. Even made his eyes glittery and wide, as though his cuteness will be enough for you to give him attention.

It almost worked, unfortunately you're too bothered by the dull pain of strained muscles. You're not annoyed or irritated but a few wrong moves from Lilia could easily get you there.

"Don't do that Lilia, I'm not in the mood." Only then did you close your eyes.

Next thing you knew, you felt a gust of cooler air, the sharp smell of magic, then hot water flowing over your hands.

You opened your eyes to mischievous red ones staring right at you.

No wings, no ears, and neck fluff missing. His arms, entirely human, wrapped around your neck but he didn't get any closer than that.

You frowned. "Lilia, your clothes are getting wet."

You can feel his tights pressing against your thighs, the ruffles of his shorts flowing around in the water, and his large black coat grew heavy and damp with the steam in the air.

"My, my," Lilia leaned dramatically back, hand over his heart, "I come in in all my cutely decorated self, and all you can focus on is the state of my clothes. Are you truly so tired that even your eyes won't let you enjoy my smaller self? I even carefully combed my fluff and everything."

…huh.

You blinked. "Your fluff is nice but I like to take baths alone. You know this. I know this. Why are you actually here?"

You know Lilia to cause a bit of chaos for the sake of entertaining himself, but rarely is he oblivious to your state of being. He should know, or at least figured out that you just want to have a little peace to yourself.

When you made your intentions known, Lilia dropped the dramatics and simply sighed. He removed his arm from your neck and laid his head on the tub. He popped a random bubble as it passed by.

"You've overworked yourself today," he flicked some water onto your shoulder, "I know the feeling of aging bones and muscles. And the need to deny yourself rest because you have to make up for what you've lost or wasted. I just wanted to make sure you didn't collapse while getting out of the tub. It's happened to me, once or twice."

Just to play along, you flicked water back. It landed on his nose, causing him to snort.

"I'm not about to turn to dust, Lilia," you're certainly not as old as he is, "Though, your concern is lovely. But you should still get out of my tub. You're making all the water splash over."

Lilia smiled in the way cats do, eyes thinning. "Only if you let me help you wash up. If not, then I'll just stay right here."

Haa… You know what, alright. You're tired and you just want to get this over with and go to bed.

"Fine, fine. Nothing below the waist though."

"Of course! Let me get my new soaps I found."

Found, huh?

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Meleanor 1

Summary: You do not understand this egg's mother. On multiple occasions, with words or with silence, she has made her hatred towards humans clear. And yet, here she is with her egg in her arms.

(Ough, spent most of the day transferring my stuff to another writing program because my brain refuses to engage with the current one. Hopefully this one will be better for me. The interface is something I'm used to, at least. Also more time travel shenanigans because why not?)

When a guest is invited–or at least, allowed over by the pixies–the cluster of bells by your lattice windows would ring cleanly through the house, then would glow depending on how many guests there were. And if there was no guest but someone was coming anyway, all bells would ring at the same time and glow a sickly green.

It was a nice, a way to distinguish guest from intruder.

Only one ball bell glowed in this instance, a calm gold, but another one was hesitating, almost flickering in it's attempt to shine.

It was weird, until you saw the vine curtain pull back to reveal that faerie noble woman Meleanor with a huge egg in tow. Her smile, while clearly crafted from years of experience, did not fool you. You can feel the way her eyes regard you as a crawling, invasive bug.

"Hmm," was all the greetings you could muster out, because you didn't expect her to come here, nor did you want her here, but the egg was a pleasant surprise. It cancels out your need to give a dismissive/rude greeting into a neutral noise.

Meleanor, however, turned her eyes back to her egg. Her smile grew smaller, but gentler, as she rubbed her thumb over the raised grooves and ridges over the shell.

"Was that all you needed? You spoiled boy of mine. But fret not, I'll give you everything that you want, even if it means robbing the night sky of its every star just to give them to you."

It's… weird, knowing that Malleus was inside that very egg that Meleanor was so tenderly caressing. A growing fetus, alive and well, beating with a very tiny heart.

…oh right, you're supposed to receive this guest on behalf of the pixies. They can't do it themselves, on the account of how dense and volatile her magic is. Such sensitivity tends to make them agitated or fearful. And you, being a dull human with no magic sense whatsoever, would have to take the reigns.

"Sit wherever you like," you gestured to the whole scope of the room.

"And who gave you permission to speak, to gaze upon me?" She didn't so much as look at you, keeping her gaze upon her child, still so filled with fondness and love.

This song and dance again… Ugh, you're going to be so exhausted by the end of the day.

"A host that cannot gaze or speak with the guest is a negligent one," Meleanor not looking at you was a sign that she's not truly angry. She's just trying to mess with you in the way all faeries love to do. "You know this."

A prank to them, a danger to you. You fall for it or falter, and she will relish in punishing you however she sees fit. You're just lucky you have a good sense of when you're in danger or not.

"Haha," Meleanor lifted her head to laugh, mildly amused, "A host now, is it? Your manners are well-trained in you, for a human. Any less and I would have had you replaced. Surely the pixies will find another creature to attach themselves to."

"That's if they don't gather up their things and leave for other places," you dragged a chair and kicked back on it, "You would lose your stable seasons if you were to 'replace' me on your own whims."

Human etiquette in you tells you to go into the kitchen and make a drink or a snack. Faerie etiquette, however, told you to wait and quietly listen. You can't assume a request of a faerie guest. You could easily be accused of arrogance.

But, instead of requesting for anything or attempting to stab you with her sharp words, Meleanor took the seat on the other side of the dining table. She leaned her egg close to her belly and simply let time pass with a steady lullaby.

And, unfortunately, this meant that you couldn't do anything as well. You're forced to sit there and wait with her while she gets lost in whatever is inside her head.

Just as you were about to zone out in your seat, Meleanor finally spoke.

"It was only for a brief moment, but I'm more than sure that my son heard your voice. It was when Malleus and I were wandering around these very woods as a means of staving off my boredom. And just as I was about to craft a most impressive tower of thorns, I heard your voice, along with those playful pixies right by the riverside. And my son heard you as well."

"Huh," you tapped at your knee, trying to recall what she's talking about. You can't. "What does that have do with you bringing your egg here?"

There was only the lightest flare of green fire over the hem of her dress, but she reigned it in. She is a guest after all. She can't very well rampage inside this house just because the pixies gave the okay for her to visit. It's why you're letting yourself be a little more lax than usual.

Meleanor gave a sigh, letting just a fraction of her rage go. "Already, before he's even born, Malleus is rebelling against me. I would be more proud if it weren't due to your influence. But, I have no choice in this instance. What my son wants, I'll give. It is my right to spoil him, especially at this stage."

"…Give him, my voice?" That's not exactly something you want to do.

"Malleus wants to hear more of your voice," she spat it out, as though the words were disgusting on her tongue, "He'll reject most of my and my husband's magic otherwise. Honestly, of all things for him to latch onto, it had to be a human's voice."

Wow, of all things…

"That's unfortunate," you sighed out.

"On my end, yes. But for you, it is a blessing that no other shall receive, so best weep for joy at such a miracle. When I take my leave, that is. I don't want to subject my child to the grating noises of a sobbing human."

Meleanor is certainly hating every moment of this, isn't she? Guess you should be thankful that, no matter where you are in time, Malleus attaches himself to you quickly. How nice.

But oh boy, you hope this doesn't have any consequences when you finally figure out how to go back to your present.

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Jamil 14

Summary: He attempts to close the distance and yet always pulls away at the last moment, as though trying to protect his heart from anymore hurt. You guess you’ll have to make the first move, just so he knows you don’t mind if he seeks you out for intimacy.

(In a monster lover mood. And in a Jamil mood. So, Sanctuary Jamil is gonna get the kiss he’s been craving.)

Honestly, if there was anything that Jamil wanted, you’d probably give without a second thought.

You didn’t mind when, in the kitchen while preparing for dinner, Jamil drifted his tail around your walking space. You didn’t mind when, in a fit of sputtering laughter, Jamil leaned his weight right on your shoulder and shuddered in a breath. You didn’t even mind when Jamil touched the tips of your fingers.

You didn’t mind at all. But, Jamil keeps retreating. You wouldn’t have thought anything of it if it weren’t for that. His pauses, his hesitation, his pulling back, there was something tender growing within Jamil. And this tenderness scares him. Or, perhaps he’s scared that this tenderness would frighten you? Well, either way…

Jamil’s tail would twitch then slide right back behind him. Jamil’s would gasp right next to your ear and stand up away from you. Jamil’s hand would stiffen and drift away from you.

You didn’t say anything solely because Jamil would never say sorry. He wouldn’t acknowledge it, preferring to ignore it altogether. You’re not immature, you know not to take any hurt from this. All this was not made with the intention to hurt, it’s the result of Jamil being hurt and scarred.

So you didn’t push for anything. You didn’t turn around and demand Jamil acknowledge anything, because you know this familiar and you know that he would retreat fully into himself. You don’t care for a tender heart by exposing it to the one it beats for most. You wait, you beckon, and you lead.

“Come here,” you didn’t grab at Jamil’s hand, you lightly tapped at his finger tips and let go just as easily.

“Oh? Do you need me for something?” His speech was entirely normal, but his gaze was focused on his hand. He was quick to recover.

“Nothing that will take too much time,” you opened the door to your bedroom, “I know you have quite a bit of cleaning to do.”

Jamil spine straightened just a bit. He’s been in your room plenty of times and yet, whatever is going on in his head, it made him stiff. You chuckled as you walked in with him, and Jamil’s eyes refused to settle on your face. His very small, almost shuddering, fond sigh reaffirmed what you suspected. He won’t run off and hide.

“Take a seat,” you gestured to your bed after sitting on it, “I want to do something.”

Any other person and you’re sure Jamil would ask for specifics. You know he hates nothing more than being involved in things that he doesn’t have the details for.

But he sat without question. You don’t dare assume that he did that out of ignorance or pure blind trust. The darkness of the room, the close pressing of your shoulder to his, the intimate privacy and just your tantalizing vagueness, you’re very sure Jamil suspects something.

But he’s still afraid. Afraid of crossing this boundary that he probably thinks you have, of permanently changing this easy back and forth that allowed Jamil peace of mind. Did he think you would be disgusted by his affection? That he would one day go too far and you’d snap him back into reality with an uncomfortable and apologetic smile?

“I’m going to be selfish, for a moment,” you brushed your hands on the sides of Jamil’s face. You felt him jump but he didn’t wretch himself away. Rather than reach in and yank his feelings out into the open, it’s better to frame it as though you’re the one that wants more, so that if something horrible happens, Jamil can blame you all he likes. “Do you mind?”

His eyes were wide and his breath almost gone. Then he calmed down, settling into the rhythm you’re trying to lead him in. His eyes calmed from their frantic shaking, his lids lowering as he lost himself in your hands.

“No,” his words were a whisper, afraid to break this moment as you guided Jamil to lean closer, to press his forehead against yours, “If you want to be more selfish, then you can take my entire being. I won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t regret it, then,” and you lightly closed the distance, dropping a light peck just to test the grounds of what’s too much and what’s not for Jamil.

You were worried for nothing. In his eagerness, Jamil jumped forward and pressed further into the kiss. You had to pull back to laugh for a moment before pulling Jamil right back in. He must have been holding back too long. How cute.

You’ll let him indulge for as long as he wants. You adore him too much not to.

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Malleus 12

Summary: Sometimes when Malleus’s tantrums reach a certain point, he turns into a full on dragon. Not a big dragon, but still makes a mess nonetheless.

“Why are you trying to nest there?” You wildly gestured to Malleus, too exasperated to try and get him. He was up on your big book shelf. Not even in one of your shelf, he’s just on top of the entire thing, inside the tiny little gap where the shelf meets the ceiling. “How did you even squeeze in there?”

Malleus opened his jaws to give an indignant raspy roar before shoving his head back in, back claws still struggling to drag your couch pillow into the small space.

“Hornton, come on,” you didn’t bother reaching up, knowing dragging him down would only make his mood worse, “get down from there.”

Malleus stopped his struggling as soon as you said his nickname. You heard a very, very tired huff, and for a moment you thought he was finally going to calm down, but you were wrong. He dropped the pillow, yes, but he scraped his way out of the bookshelf and took flight right over your head. You tried to catch him, but your hands clapped uselessly as Malleus flew towards your window.

He settled on the window sill, then turned to you. The edges of his closed muzzle began to turn green.

“Hornton,” you warned as you walked closer, “Get over here.”

Malleus stood up on his hind legs, eyes narrowed further.

“Malleus, don’t,” you stood in front of him, giving him a chance to change to mind.

Malleus swiftly turned and took in a deep breath. Before he could release his fire and melt your glass while also setting the curtains ablaze, you clamped on his jaws with two fingers.

Steam leaked out of his nose as Malleus choked on his breath for a moment. He flapped around, swinging his body back and forth to get you off, but didn’t. Not couldn’t, but didn’t. Malleus had all the strength in the world to open up his jaws and snap your bones off, but he never does.

“Alright, get over here,” you scooped him up whether he liked it or not. You set him against your shoulder like one would do for a baby, “You’ll feel better if you eat something. Probably.”

You’re not counting on it, but it’ll at least distract him.

Malleus’s claws dug into your clothing but luckily not on your skin. There’s a low thrum of a growl deep in his throat but it got quieter and quieter as you got closer to the kitchen. It got temporarily got louder when you passed by your tub of ice cream, but you patted his back and he began to gnaw at your shirt in return.

Man, you take one scoop out of the ice cream tub you bought and suddenly he has a meltdown. It’s not even his special tub! Was he pissed because he wanted to try it with you? It is a new flavor.

What an weird way of showing how left out he feels.

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Silver 6

Summary: Silver woke up from another one of his spells, his pets snuggled on his stomach. You leaned over him and give him a kiss.

(Fighting the mind fog as best as I can. Oh boy is it a messy battle.)

When Silver fell asleep, he was leaning against the wall and landed to the ground with a loud thud. These episodes have been happening so frequently that Silver has essentially moved into your home, just so he doesn’t potentially hit his head on a table corner or twist his neck the wrong way.

Either way, Silver fell and you were there to hear and rush in. He didn’t break any skin and he was far away enough from any furniture that he probably didn’t damage himself too much.

You laid him on the couch and felt through his head. You only found a raising bump but it was within expectation. He fell on the carpet, so there’s that at least.

“Alright,” you brushed Silver’s hair out of his face, pulling the pillow just enough to keep his neck comfy, “that should do it.”

Within an hour, Malleus, Lilia and Sebek has all gathered and migrated on top of Silver’s stomach. They wanted to be on his head and neck, but you shooed them down. It wasn’t long before they piled on top of each other and fell asleep.

You sat on the floor, cushion under you because the floor’s too cold. You don’t really want to leave him by himself. Yes, yes you already have a lot on your plate and you have many other pets that need your attention, but Silver came to your doorstep.

You know Silver. You know that it must’ve been an internal battle for him to admit that his condition was worsening to you. And to come all this way to you, you can only imagine the weight of his worries and fears.

So, when you can, you’ll sit there by his side, just so that you and his pets will be the first thing he sees.

Thirty minutes later, Silver woke up with a gentle sigh. He winced when his head brushed against the pillow.

“Careful there,” you turned to him, tapping his arm with the back of your hand, “you fell on the floor this time.”

“On the floor? I hope I didn’t leave a dent.” Silver made to get up, but laid back down as soon as he spotted his pets all wrapped around each other, “Oh. They’re sleeping. How long was I asleep?”

“Just under two hours this time,” you reached out and brushed the side of his face, brushing a thumb over his frown, “Less than yesterday.”

Silver leaned in and grasped your hand, moving it so he could kiss your palm. “But it still happened. While I was standing too.”

“But, it’s no longer twelve hours,” it’s slow progress, but it’s something. Long have the doctors suspected something magical influencing his condition, so a change in location was what’s best. And it seems to be working. “They’re lasting less and less, Silver.”

Silver hummed and nodded against your hand. “They are, but still. I’m afraid.”

Afraid of slipping into a coma. Of one day waking up to a world that has long passed him by, with everyone around him aged and in different phases of their lives. Of being left behind.

They’re all things Silver sobbed to you at night, when he was afraid to even intentionally sleep.

“I know,” you leaned in, guiding his head upwards and kissed his lips, “but I’ll be here, okay?”

Silver sighed, his eyes shimmering with relief, “Thank you.”

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Azul 24

Summary: The little guppy Azul got himself stuck in a tree. You, of course, helped him out.

“How did you get up there?” You shaded your eyes from the sunlight leaking through the leaves as you squinted at a quivering Azul stuck on a tree branch, “Why did you get up there?”

Seriously, you left the pond unattended for just a few minutes and suddenly the little guppy was up on a tree branch. You only went to get a drink and you trusted him not to get into any trouble.

But, well, you guess there’s a first time for everything. Because here Azul was, arms and tentacles wrapped around a branch for dear life while tiny little whimpers of distress escaped his wobbling lips.

You placed your cup on your stone table and raised your hands. “Come on, jump down.”

Your ladder was still broken and he was too high for you to try and jump. You could climb but the branches are too thin to support your weight. In fact, they’re already bending down with just Azul’s weight.

Azul chirped loudly, almost resembling a bark in a way. He shook his head and that was a no if you ever heard one.

“I can’t get up there. You have to jump,” you can catch him, he’s not that far up, “I’m not going to leave you here to dry out. Get over here.”

Azul gave a large, drawn out whine, his body flashing through a multitude of colors before settling back.

“Hey,” you cut through his rising panic. The firmness in your tone caught his attention and he looked straight at you, “do you really love that tree more than me?”

It was an instant reaction. Azul’s back went stiff and you saw a little fire in his eyes. His voice thinned to a reedy whistle as he opened his mouth shouted at you his answer. Look at his angry little face. Apparently even the thought of loving something more than you makes him angry.

“Oh really? Well if you love me that much, come into my hands,” you clapped them once and left them open, “you love my hands right?”

Azul quivered but it was less out of fear and more out of offended indignation. He looked down at his hands, still gripped on the branch, before taking a deep breath and leaping right out of the foliage.

His aim was a little off but you caught him all the same. With a spin, you righted yourself and poked Azul’s belly.

“There we go,” you said warmly, “now you’re safe and sound.”

Azul swiftly turned towards the ground then towards the branches he just leaped out of, as though unable to believe he’s still alive.

He turned to you, looked at your entertained face before you felt something wet and slimy coat your hands.

“Oh boy,” you held Azul away from you just as ink spilled past your fingers, “Ah, well, probably should’ve expected this. You were holding that in, huh?”

As if on cue, Azul let out the a whining sob. Guess you’ll have to stick with him for a while until he calms down. That’s fine. You have all the time in the world.