thelonelyme

[thelonelyme]

Do not forget

Palestinians are not "animals."

They are not "children of darkness."

Little kids are rescuing cats and trying to comfort them when they themselves are terrified.

A doctor broke down when his father and brother came into the trauma unit.

And several of his colleagues hugged and gathered to comfort him.

Journalists are playing with babies.

Doctors are refusing to evacuate hospitals because their patients can't and refuse to leave them.

There's a little boy who gives tea to the journalists and thanks them for spreading their stories.

He's displaced at the hospital, his home is gone.

A kid was asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he said kids in Gaza don't grow up.

Kids are writing their names on their arms so they can be identified.

Momin Kireka is a Palestinian journalist who was disabled by an Israeli attack in 2008.

And despite the difficulty in moving around, he vows to continue to show the world the truth.

Awni, a young Palestinian boy has a gaming YouTube channel he loved so much.

He was killed in the bombing.

Mohammed Sami was an artist who's dream was to open an art gallery.

He was playing with the kids to raise their spirits. And the next day he was killed.

They are victims.

They are going through unimaginable horrors and still find it in their hearts to be kind.

They have hopes and dreams just like you and I.

They are people.

And they deserve to be remembered as such.

[thelonelyme]

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

[thelonelyme]

This was absolutely beautiful. I give my applause, it was wonderful to read and to empathize. The words, the timing, everything was perfectly organized. I did love it.

Looking forward to it 🤍

"I Must Confess, I Am Not What I Seem."

Featuring: Gender-Neutral reader, Furina, Isekaied!Reader, SAGAU, Imposter AU, Golden Blood AU

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: There is a thin line that separates lies from truth, falsehoods from facts. You are a tightrope walker, it would seem.

Includes: Spoilers for 4.2, injury, religious themes

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“I am a vast ocean confined into the shape of a small and shallow puddle. I am more than you could ever know, yet less than what I am truly meant to be. Does this not answer your question?” You say, golden ichor staining your white robes.

“I…I’m afraid it does not, Your Most Honorable Righteousness,” Clorinde looks down, uncharacteristically nervous. The weight of your title sits heavily upon her tongue—a Fontainion nickname someone coined eons ago.

“Then, allow me to state this in a way you can understand,” you say, now addressing not only her but the crowd around you—everyone gathered in the dueling grounds to watch your fight, now watching with bated breath upon this new development. “I bleed because I am human. Gold because I am a God. I am paradox itself—a godly soul contained in a human vessel. Are you starting to understand now?” Whispers begin to fill the street as everyone takes in what you just said. ‘The Creator has descended to Teyvat in a human body!’ They say. ‘Is such a thing even possible?’ They ask. ‘Of course,’ comes the response. ‘It’s happening right in front of us!’ ‘What’s going to happen to Fontaine?’ says a pragmatic one. ‘Our Champion Duelist nearly killed Them! We called Them an imposter!’ You listen in on the conversations, pleased with the way the rumors spin themselves. Now that the spark has been made, the fire will come next. They’ll weave together their own tales and explanations from your words; the rumors will exaggerate and grow until you no longer need to say a word. They will answer their own questions. Your work here is done.

Truth be told, you’re bluffing about all of this. When you first came to Fontaine, you had no idea what all the talk of being a divine imposter was about. You went along with it, believing yourself to be dreaming, not caring where the tides took you. You didn’t choose to duel for your honor because you knew your blood was golden (Of course not. How could you have known?), you only wanted this dream to be over. 

The pain gave it away. This was all too real. You weren’t dreaming. You had been in real danger. The blade that pierced your chest could have gone straight into your heart, had you not leaped back in reflex. The thought makes you sick, but you do not show it. No, you have a role to play. You are no god, but if it means you won’t be hunted down or hanged for blasphemy, you are more than willing to pretend.

You cautiously raise a hand to your wound. It stings. You look down at your hand, coated in yellow. Dizziness overtakes you, and you fall to the ground.

But you do not hit the ground. Someone catches you.

And all fades to black.

•~•~•~•~•~•

When you come to, you spot familiar faces standing by your bedside. Clorinde, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Sigewinne, and Furina, too. The four pillars of Fontaine’s political system are all gathered by your bedside. The room you're in is luxurious, colored in a white and (you suspect, real) gold palette. The size and luxury of the room is imposing, reminiscent of a cathedral. You suppose this ‘Creator’ must be a big deal. You try to move, but searing pain shoots up from your wound. Right, you had already forgotten.

“Your Holiness, please be careful!” Says Sigewinne. “You don’t want to pop your stitches, do you? I'll help you sit up.”

“Many eyes watch my movements and recovery. Can I take this to mean you all have something to say?” You think you're getting the hang of talking like someone divine. You can only hope the ones around you buy it.

Neuvillette speaks first. “I am sorry to disturb you during what should be a peaceful rest, but we have some questions for you.” 

“Speak for yourself,” says Wriothesley. “I'm only here to watch over Siegewinne.”

“Oh? Is that so? I had just assumed you were just as curious about Them as the rest of us. My mistake,” says Clorinde, voice dripping with sarcasm. Wriothesley scoffs but doesn't say anything.

“You spoke of questions,” you say, redirecting the conversation. “Yet all I hear is idle chatter.” Wriothesley and Clorinde both look away. Neuvillette clears his throat, but Furina speaks first. 

“Is there…a reason you have decided to descend?” She asks, a hint of anxiety in her voice and her face painted with worry. You know what she's thinking without her even having to say anything. She's worried about the prophecy. You may as well ease her concerns.

“Must I have a reason to visit my own creations? I simply wished to see how things have changed.” Furina visibly relaxes, then, seeming to catch herself, straightens immediately. “Now that you have asked something of myself, I, too, have a query with which to exchange. Where are we?”

“Le Berceau Du Créateur—Fontaine’s largest temple and the place most appropriate for someone of your status,” says Neuvillette. You nod pensively, pretending you've heard of it.

“This is our grandest room, made specifically in the case that you were ever to visit Fontaine. I do hope it meets your preferences and standards.”

“Luxury means little to me, but this room has been made with care and dedication. That is enough.” Neuvillette relaxes ever so slightly.

Rather suddenly, Clorinde kneels in front of you. “Please, your Eminence, I cannot take it any longer. Punish me,” she says. You look at her with an expression you hope mimics apathy. Truthfully, a part of you does wish to punish her, to get some sort of sick satisfaction out of her misery, but you refrain from showing such intentions. You will not punish her. You will be a gracious and forgiving god. You will earn their respect and gratitude.

“I will do no such thing. If there is nothing else, I'd like to be alone now. I'm sure you understand,” you say, making eye contact with Clorinde. Everyone leaves, though Clorinde lingers the longest, a silent apology on her lips as she walks out the door.

•~•~•~•~•~•

You heal remarkably fast. It takes no more than a week for your injury to heal completely. Not even a scar remains. By now, word of your arrival has already spread across Tevyat, and countless letters and requests for visitation follow. You allow only the most important of guests into your temple, that is, only the “acolytes” (that is, playable characters). Truthfully, you dread each appointment. Pretending to be wise beyond your years, to ooze divinity, and to fool both mortals and Gods alike is…a lot of work, to say the least. But you have to keep up appearances. You don't want to get hurt again.

Today you have a meeting with The Seven. You can only hope that things go smoothly. 

Not much happened during the meeting, but you did ask Furina to stay a while longer. The two of you proceed to the drawing room, where tea and snacks have already been served. 

“You wanted to speak to me, Your Righteousness?” Furina asks, her cake and tea untouched, likely waiting for you to eat first. You pick up your teacup with a practiced elegance and take a sip. Furina is quick to follow your lead. Her nervous scramble to mirror your movements brings a small smile to your face. 

“Furina,” you say, putting the teacup down. She straightens in her seat, hanging off your every word.

“Yes, Your Holiness,” she says, sitting on the edge of her seat.

“Soon, you will have a day where everything seems to go wrong. It will feel like everything you’ve built up will have fallen, broken, down at your feet. Take heart, for this is not the ending you fear. Your suffering has not been for naught. When the time comes for you to sit crying on your throne, please remember these words. The prophecy will not come to pass.”

•~•~•~•~•~•

“Hey, did you hear? Everyone’s been saying that The Creator has a favorite Acolyte!”

“They do? But I thought They were impartial.”

“It seems even the Gods play favorites…” 

“It’s Focalors!”

“Who’s the lucky person?”

“Seriously? I suppose They have been staying in Fontaine a lot, but wasn’t it Fontaine that falsely charged Them in the first place?”

“I know, right? I mean, I like Lady Furina as much as the next guy but, she isn’t the most…” 

“Shh! Hey, don’t finish that thought! You don’t want to get charged with blasphemy, do you? You can’t us insult Their favorite like that!”

“So? Do you think she’ll be made a consort?”

“Hey! What did I just say? We’re not talking about this anymore. I’m not going to get beheaded for gossip.”

“They have been meeting with her more often than anyone else… I wouldn’t be surprised if there was something between them…”

•~•~•~•~•~•

“Your Holiness, may I ask why you have me visit you so often?” Furina fiddles with her hands, staring down at her lap. You look at her curiously before answering.

“I feel at ease when I am with you,” comes your reply. “We have more in common than you think.”

“We have something in common?” Asks Furina, bewildered. “What is it?” You smile at her.

“Patience, Furina. All in due time.”

•~•~•~•~•~•

“Hey, did you hear? Have you heard the news? Lady Furina is a human!”

“I hear she was placed under a curse.”

“A human?! But she’s been alive for five hundred years!”

“But why would she pretend to be a god?”

“Beats me.”

“Of course not. Why would They play favorites with her if They knew she was human?”

“What about The Creator? Do you think They knew?”

“But how could They not have known? They are the God above Gods, after all.”

“I have no idea.”

“Do you think They knew?”

•~•~•~•~•~•

“So this is what you meant,” Furina says, nibbling on a cake you had imported from Liyue. “When you said everything would work out, I mean.”

“Yes,” you reply, sipping from your teacup.

“Yes,” you say again. “It must have been so hard for you. I can only imagine the loneliness and suffering you’ve had to endure these past hundreds of years.” Furina looks to be on the verge of tears. You’ve wanted to say this to her for a long time. You allow her to lean into you as she releases five centuries worth of tears. When she finally stops, the front of your shirt is thoroughly soaked. You can't find it in yourself to mind. 

“You knew this whole time, didn’t you?”

“I must apologize for showing you something so unsightly,” she says, seemingly embarrassed. 

You tell her you don't mind, though it seems to do little to ease her worries. 

“Your Reverence, may I ask…why me?” You raise an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. “I mean, I’m nobody special. Not anymore, anyway. I’m not an Archon, I’ve quit the stage, I’m not even immortal…Why do you choose to waste your time with someone like me?”

“What? N-no, I–”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“I was joking, you know.”

“O-oh, I see—I mean, yes, of course you were! I was merely playing along, eheh…” 

“Furina,” you say, placing your teacup in its saucer as Furina hastens to do the same. “Do you remember what I said to you the last time we met?”

“Just as I said back then, we have more in common than you may realize.”

“Of course, you said that you felt at ease when you were with me, but I still don’t understand why…”

“We have something in common? But what could it—No, you don’t mean…?”

“I-I can’t. It can’t possibly be true, I must have lost my mind for a moment.”

“Say it.”

“Forgive me, please. I don’t know what came over me, I-I—”

“Say it.”

“Say it.” Furina pauses, seeming to mull over her options. Her movements are skittish, her voice full of anxiety as she paces back and forth, muttering words of apology and justifications.

“You’re not…our God?” Her voice is little more than a whisper. You nod at her, and she collapses onto the couch. “B-but your blood! What about your blood?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that, either. It used to be red, but it changed once I came to this world. I don’t know how or why.” Furina remains silent, seeming to mull over your words even as the world around her collapses. 

“What about the vessels? The Traveler? You controlled them, didn't you? You controlled me!”

“That was my doing, but not my power."

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I.” You shrug, taking your fork to your slice of cake.

“Fake deep,” you say. “Most of what comes out of my mouth is total BS, but people nod along and act like it’s something profound because they believe I am a God.” 

“What about your speech? All the cryptic wording and allegories?”

“Wisdom isn’t something you can just fake. The people aren’t stupid, they know when they’re being fed what isn’t food.”

“And yet, here we are.” 

“And yet, they didn’t.”

“You can’t not be our God, surely the Archons would have noticed if–” Furina stands up, pacing back and fourth like a caged animal.

“But, but—!”

“Of course, you’re human! But you’re still our God! Did what you said about oceans and puddles really mean nothing at all?! Everyone said you’re an incarnation of The Creator. How can that be lies? You even said that you had lost all memories of Godhood; how can you know that it’s not true?” She raises some good points, but you know it’s nothing more than the ramblings of the desperate.You really hadn’t expected her to take it so hard. Perhaps you overestimated her. Furina throws herself back onto the couch and then sighs. She moves to sit upright and smooth out the creases in her outfit. “I suppose you would know more about this situation than I would, and I must apologize for my…outburst. You must understand, this is quite a shock to me.” You nod at her. 

“I’m sorry, Furina. But I really am human, just like you.”

“But still,” she says. “How can you be so sure?”

“Furina,” you say hesitantly, looking at her as if you were about to say something unpleasant. “The Creator…doesn't exist.”

#Mary reblog #genshin impact sagau #yandere genshin impact

[thelonelyme]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨

1075 "[...] Nam certe purast sanis magis inde voluptas

quam miseris. Etenim potiundi tempore in ipso

fluctuant incertis erroribus ardor amantum

nec constat quid primum oculis manibusque fruantur.

Quod periere, premunt arte faciuntque dolorem

1080 corporis et dentis inlidunt saepe labellis

osculaque adfligunt, quia non est pura voluptas

et stimuli subsunt qui instigant laedere id ipsum

quodcumque est, rabies unde illaec germina surgunt.

Sed levior poenas frangit Venus inter amorem

1085 blandaque refrenat morsus admixta voluptas."

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1075 "[...] Voluptuousness is more clear to the wise than to the foolish wretches.

In fact, right at the moment of full possession,

the ardor of lovers fluctuates in uncertain waves

who do not know what to first enjoy with their eyes and hands.

They press tight the creature they desire, inflict pain

1080 to her body, and often bite the tender lips to blood,

they nail her with kisses, for pleasure is not pure,

and there are dark impulses that push to tear the object,

whatever it is, from which the germs of that fury arise.

It hardly attenuates the torment Venus in the act of love,

1085 mitigates the bite, to which it is mixed, the joy of the senses."

Titus Lucretius Carus, vv. 1075-1085, De Rerum Natura IV liber.

#yandere #yandere core #tw: yandere #Latin #ancient rome #lucretius #yandere love #love #yandere anime #yandere x reader #litterature #roman literature

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐱♧

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc.

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

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

I walked with you once upon a dream..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you made him think otherwise.

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

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

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

The only way was to be with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfic #x reader #twised wonderland #malleus x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #my fic #malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #fluff #yandere x reader #anime #yandere malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia x mc

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞♧

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Rook Hunt, mc.

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

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

"To my dear dove,

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

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

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

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

I’d like you to invite me.

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

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

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

You deserve it all.

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

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

What a heart, what magnanimity!

What an honor mine is!

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

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

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

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

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

For you I’ll be yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hope this letter finds you in excellent-"

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

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

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

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

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

But to him they were not foolish at all.

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

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

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

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

And he thanked you for that.

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

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

#yandere #fanfic #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twised wonderland #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x reader

[thelonelyme]

☽𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮☽

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Hello guys, I am happy to announce that we have finally reached 200+ readers on this platform.

I don’t know how much I have to thank you for this wonderful gift, and I am moved by the continuous notifications I receive from old and new posts.

It’s a big thank you to all those who support me with reblogs, comments or just a little heart ♡(or thank all of you, lol), or even reading my contents.

Without you, I would be nothing, and that's true.

Than you again❤️

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#i love you all #thank you #ily yall #x reader #yandere x reader #tbh I never thought I’d get to these numbers #again thank you so much

[thelonelyme]

Are you Proud Hufflepuff?

I had done the official test years ago and I was a student of Ravenclaw, even if I love all the other houses in the same way :)

I’ve always wanted to talk about Harry Potter on this blog, but I’m still not too sure, lol. I’ve reread the books at least a thousand times, and when I say I’ve had an intense HP phase I really mean it.

I have on a specially dedicated shelf all the official, unofficial books and even books that can even be minimally related to the saga.

♡

#Mary's answers

[thelonelyme]

♡ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs]♧

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc, Lilia Vanrouge.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: Malleus finally understands that Mc isn't in love with him, but it's all an illusion. [mc x Yandere Malleus Draconia]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hey if your req still open can you do headcanons of yandere malleus dealing with DID reader ? Like reader have two personality that contrast to each other, one personality is so sweet and gentle + affectionate. Never disobey him and always play a good role of a queen but the other personality is harsh, aggresive and always curse him saying they hate him and one day they will destroy everything Malleus's have.

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM. READER. In this post, there is the presence of D.I.D. [Dissociative Identity Disorder], so I warn anyone who feels triggered by this theme to scroll. Yandere content, threats, physical and psychological violence, misogyny, depression, mental illness, torture, gore, mention of rape, allusions to suicide, split personality, violent personality switches.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @dearestsugar, I hope you like the work, I took a bit more than I thought, and for this I am very sorry. Stay healthy, please <3. I must say that I had more than a few "problems" while writing this, I had never received such a request, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. I will not claim to have written a work where people with this disorder can identify without feeling "teased" or without feeling that what is written is alienating, but I hope I have at least entertained someone. Btw in here I decided to write this by Malleus's p.o.v. (kinda).

•Malleus at first would have been extremely combated between loving you unconditionally and forcing you to stop with that bratty attitude. He loved, desired and wanted for himself all the disgustingly sweet attentions you gave him, drinking from your mouth every word of sweet honey of affirmation and holding you against his breast constantly, clutching so strongly your shoulders to leave marks on your delicate flesh, fearing that at any moment you could treat him as a futile monster that had deprived you of your freedoms; and while part of himself would keep repeating that your behavior was finally the fruit of all those professed love sessions, that it is all the result of true love born in a dark castle, all you could do was scream and despair deep inside the labyrinth of your mind.

•"Shh, don’t worry, that bad person is gone. There’s me now, there's only me, and I love you so much that it hurts to see what I've done."

•The high fae wanted to firmly believe that there was only good in you, that every time you suddenly threw horrible words at him; that every time he dared even approach your beautiful figure you would start attacking him with words and actions, destroying not only yourself in the process, but also weakly breaking the bubble of false beliefs that Malleus so much loved to surround himself with. Such a painfully sudden change, almost making you look like another soul in the body of his beloved, as if someone had cursed your mind to force you to behave in that atrocious way.

•"My dear, my love, my thorn, tell me who cursed you. Tell me who even dared touch you with a spell. Tell me and I will burn him in the most fiery flames that he can ever create; tell me and I will make every single piece of his worthless and disgusting flesh melt into a pool of disdain and suffer every pain hell can have; tell me, and I’ll make him regret being born, so I can avenge you. Tell me so I can save you." "So you would make me suffer?" You would have shouted in your thoughts, not understanding what had happened, confused and terrified because he had taken you to the deepest cells of his castle, making you face the suffering and devastated faces of servants who flexibly stretching their arms, were thrown back into the narrow space. You could no longer listen to the screams of agony that had now become a persistent cacophony and somehow even louder and sharper as you walked in and trembled beside Malleus, feeling gagged inside your stomach and feeling breathless as you watched.

•You didn’t know what the hell happened. One moment you were in the cells and the other in your sumptuous room, surrounded by doctors, among whom you could distinguish an orderly red hair, making you mutter carelessly and weakly the name of Riddle.

•Malleus, on the other hand, would be even more convinced that one of those despicable slaves had done something to his beloved, deciding then that he would torture everyone, not leaving any alive. He knew that person who was now yelling at him wasn’t you. He knew that it was "the other", as you two had dubbed her in one of your meetings about this curse, which at that moment was throwing all kinds of swears and impurities. He knew that not only from the change of approach, but also from the fact that you were threatening him to let you go and stop treating you like you were grout, constantly repeating that you didn’t feel bad at all. It was almost as if you had two different souls, but he knew very well that it was not possible in any way; thus making his beliefs even more compact. You were cursed, there was no other way.

•Once you loved him, you cuddled him and gave yourself to him gently, gently putting your beautiful hands in his hair, holding him against you while you were sprinkling your love to each other, while a second later you would wiggle violently, as if you were terrified at the time. He could see and feel the confusion and fear in your voice as in your beautiful eyes before they were immediately filled again with the same pure hatred that he had now learned to ignore. That look almost reminded him of those moments when you would be woken up by him from one of your afternoon naps, but that curse had ruined everything.

•It was making his life difficult, to say the least. As the decades went by, your "curse" kept getting worse and worse, and with it even the sudden disappearances of the servants continued to grow, reaching the point where you changed waitresses every week, and didn’t even get attached to anyone. Leaving you alone to constantly contemplate every void you had.

•You couldn’t remember most of your days, and Malleus was always talking to you like you knew what was going on. Obviously you would have indulged him because of your ever-increasing confusion and distraction, not knowing that what he was constantly asking for were confirmations. Confirmations that amused Lilia to condemn the weak humans who worked in the castle.

•For the black-haired fae, the situation was extremely entertaining. Being a trusted guard of the most powerful monarch at the time and his adorable queen by his side could be compared to watching an interesting film, like those he watched in the various theaters. He found exhilarating your expressions of genuine confusion after one of your usual personality changes, both good and more.. turbulent.

•He knew exactly what your fragile human mind was going through: He knew full well that what you were unwittingly doing was a protection mechanism. Your mind had fallen so far into the abyss of depression that to preserve itself, it created two different... people. He still remembered when you refused to eat any kind of food, at one point he and Silver even had to temporarily paralyze you to eat.

•You were going to die, you know? But thanks to the seven, your body didn’t get damaged. At least not too much. Or when with extremely childish behavior you refused to interact with anyone other than yourself, or when you had completely surrendered to your husband’s care. You didn’t answer to anyone, but still let Sebek and the others touch you, something that your normal self wouldn't absolutely allow; you were still like a delicate rag doll. And Malleus, not noticing that huge problem, would continue to drag you to various fights and public events; if he hadn’t pointed it out, he would never have even noticed.

•But even that problem had been eradicated, leaving Malleus extremely worried and glued to you for the next few decades.

•But this time, it seemed to him that the situation did not put in extreme danger the happiness of his monarch and yours, although he would keep an eye more often on the part of you that continued to remain stubbornly tenacious: he knew that as a human, you really couldn’t do anything, but those constant threats of suicide and death to the young fae would keep him near you.

•And for the sake of his amusement, he would add even more fuel to the fire while continuing to confirm the fears of the young monarch that you were under the spell of an ignoble being hiding within the walls.

•And while Malleus would continue to treat you gently despite you repeatedly trying to escape, the commoners and wealthy families continued to comment on the lovely royal couple.

•Malleus knew it wasn’t you who was talking, he knew that every time you threw disparate insults at him, he didn’t have to take such behavior seriously. Soon you’d be back to normal, and for now, he should just keep treating you like you treated him.

•Deep down, a small part of you kept hoping that with all the caresses and the love with which you held and warmed up in bed every night would somehow make you "remember" who you really were.

•He would continue to send to death any servant who was suspected of being the charmer. After all, the only person he cared about the most was you, and he wouldn’t have stopped at all in front of a stupid human, let alone pulled out during the act of killing. He would do it with pleasure, knowing that it would help you and him, fill him with extremely satisfying euphoria, love to think that those people were real obstacles to your relationship. Even though they were innocent people who had found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, he would still consider them innocent.

•"Fuhuh, you know you have such powerful power in your hand and you can’t even use it? A man who is willing to kill, conquer kingdoms and colonize the entire Twisted Wonderland for you is not enough?"

•Your life would be a continuous inner fight: part of you wants to run away and make that monster suffer in every possible way, that wants to disobey him in every way, whether it’s about etiquette or whether it’s about refusing to look after your little heirs; while another side in stark contrast, just wants to make your husband extremely proud of you, that you notice yourself and that finally after all those hours of work can give you the due attention that should have been due to you, a part who wants nothing more than to be loving and kind to that poor soul who was almost destroyed for you, who felt guilty for every fae or human your husband killed, and who did everything for the good of his family.

•While all you did was stay caged inside yourself, not being aware of your cruel actions and your love for Malleus.

•Your life would be a constant question mark. You wouldn’t remember why you were holding a long rope in the royal garden, nor would you remember why you were gently and gently massaging the tight shoulders of the fae, enticing them to mutter faintly and then go back to sleep. You would never know how the two sides continued to sabotage each other: the "cursed" part of you would continue to devise a way to finally leave this cursed kingdom and all those who lived there, while the other "kind" would constantly ruin every escape, By subconsciously sabotaging... Yourself?

•You don't know anymore.

•Obviously, each person in the castle would witness your much more frequent personality changes, seeing for themselves the brutality with which you changed from one moment to the next: one moment being kind and courteous and the other rude and disgusted even only by the poor servants who followed every rule of that selfish lizard.

•And while your life had quickly turned into hell, Malleus, blissfully unaware, would continue to firmly believe his beliefs: by now he was certain, he had repeated it so many times that he had mistaken that little false theory as an absolute truth. He would adorn you with jewels as expensive as your entire body- even after you destroying them out of sprite; he would praise you in the most sincere manner possible as you did with him, and let you sit comfortably in his lap in the throne room while you continued to have a persistent illness.

•"Shh, shh, don’t cry my love. Everything will end, everything will end. Shh, don’t cry love."

•And after years and years of unsuccessful research by your loyal husband, that little part of you that still contained your true personality, the real you, not those two copies that were bossing your brain around, but you- would slowly disappear, forgotten and overwhelmed by the other two intruders who occupied your body.

•"What a brutal... What a sad end for such a beautiful woman, such a young and respectable woman, so intriguing as her, reduced to nothing but an empty shell occupied only by two impostors. Worse end than simple death. But as long as my king is happy, so am I."

•Losing to yourself.. poor soul.

#male yandere #anime #fanfic #my fic #x reader #yandere #yande.re #yandere x reader #twised wonderland #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere boy

[thelonelyme]

Hey

Hey! 🌻

#Mary's answers

[thelonelyme]

♡ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ] 2♡

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: The yanderes finds out mc is now a fallen angel due to them.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello honey, this is my first time asking you but please listen to me.. What do you think the reaction of the yandere house leader's reaction to their lover who is an angel has now fallen and become a demon's. especially the reason why they become a fallen angel is because they want to continue to be with the leaders of the dormitory even though their God forbids them, and to the point of plucking out their wings. Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN READER. That's the second part of this post, so if you want to read about the whole dorm crew, make sure that you've read that. There will be explicit scenes of poisoning, blasphemy, allusions to rape, implied murder, delusional behavior, mention of not-voluntary imprisonment, allusions to NS/FW themes, kidnapping, explicit stalking, cyberstalking, mention of blackmail, mention of torture, mention of imprisonment. Sorry everyone for the prolonged time of inactivity, I did not feel good, and moreover I had for a period lost the motivation to do anything, so sorry again. I’ll try to bring my life back to order, so update more often. I hope you like it, honey💗. I don’t have the responsibility of who reads such my works, however good reading <;3.

-𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦-

For such a solar and enthusiastic magician as Kalim, your arrival at Night Raven College could not have been described in other words other than a literal blessing from God. The young student and dormitory chief of Scarabia had always been considered the exception to the college rule: in contrast to violent and petty behavior like those of Savanaclaw, or like those shy and manipulative as apparently almost all the students of Ignihyde, possessed a natural kindness and genuine concern for others; something that many times had made him get into some trouble.

He seemed like the perfect candidate for the famous college in the south of the island, with a young and fresh look like his and with a behavior worthy of the best prince straight out of a fairy tale, Many students in his dorm couldn’t and still haven’t been able to understand, how he ended up in a place famous for cruelty and for the rigor in training his students in the best possible way.

But Kalim could not have cared less, after all education is education, no matter whether in one apparently better school or another, and not understanding the reason for such a tense rivalry between the two schools.

So, during the upcoming Christmas holidays, he never expected to find himself in front of a literal angel. The first time he saw you, he would immediately be enchanted by your figure accompanied by two boys in the hallway. At that moment, he could literally drop all the books he had in his hand that Jamil was asking for and immediately run in your direction, as if he were a magnet and you were the magnet of his heart.

As in the fairy tales that by now Jamil had been forced to mark in his memory how many times he had to repeat them to the silver-haired and scarlet-eyed magician, that feeling of complete stiffness and a warm feeling in the heart that made him warm up in ways that no one had ever managed to do, the acceleration of his beat in a few seconds from your sight and a priminente redness on his cheeks- he was certain that he’d just seen his one true soul mate.

He had waited years and years to find the person who would be by his side all his life, and you finally showed yourself to him! Just as his parents had always told him, as he had always dreamed from an early age! You can’t blame her excitement and all her heat the moment you felt a pair of calloused hands on your shoulders.

"I’m touching them! And I can feel how soft their skin is even from over this uniform! I swear, I’m going to die of joy!"

He hoped that his heart would not keep beating so hard all the time, otherwise you would surely be frightened, and he did not want to cause you any kind of pain.

He was sure, and the brilliant and kind smile you gave him was only helpful in confirming it: You were certainly his soul mate.

From that day on, things would change dramatically: now all his attentions and his whole routine revolved around you, with his one and only Habibi ¹.

He could not help it, by now your presence was simply essential for him to function normally; basically for him you were like oxygen for a drowned, fresh water for a thirsty in the desert, abundant food to a hungry, you were a drug. Just being yourself with him had somehow made him feel like the only person with whom, according to him, you would share all those hugs and words of encouragement late at night on the large balcony of the castle in Scarabia.

Your magnificent and splendid body would only be the icing on the cake, for him you would have been perfect in any way you could have been. What brought him even closer to you had been your magnificent personality, so kind and comforting, so good and perfect from any kind of external or internal point of view.

He could not live without him with you, he had developed an addiction to your sweet caresses and your words so reassuring that they never failed to make him burst into tears for the ardent and genuine love that simple words positioned in the right way contained.

He could not help but imagine you together with your future children, biological or adopted, playing with them while gently stroking your head and watching with dreamy eyes your beautiful features. You would have both worn dresses worthy of a fabulous and fantasic person like yourself, traditional clothes of the Land of Hot Sands, dancing together dances in the center of the huge ballroom of the family villa during your future wedding. He already had in mind the perfect wedding for both you and him, even though he couldn’t bear less than what the main colors or how the flowers should have been arranged until he was with you. But he would do it with immense pleasure and joy knowing that everything would be for you and only for you.

He had already written tons of letters over the past months to his parents where he described your love for each other in the most disparate and romantic ways, even to the point of convincing and constantly writing them that soon you two would really get married, which the two were extremely happy about, and get them to send as many letters to convince Kalim to bring them home during the summer holidays.

For the next few months, Kalim was literally clinging to you, or continuing to praise you incessantly during every single moment of the day where unfortunately he could not be with you, and forcing the strict and diligent Vice Dorm Leader Jamil to endure hours and hours at night of awkward words and thoughts from the red-eyed boy, and ordering the latter to reassure him on his growing concerns. His need for you had become morbid, leading him to increasingly monopolize your blessed time along with him and Jamil, who obviously would have taken advantage of it in the best possible ways.

"Jamil, tell me they’ll never leave me."

"Jamil, they always say they’re happy to have lunch with me, but then why do they have lunch with others?"

"Jamil, do you think I should send them more presents? Maybe this way they’ll realize I’ll never get tired of them."

"Jamil, which chains do you think are better, the silver ones or the gold ones? I sincerely prefer the gold ones, but please choose! You always do a great job at these things, and as you know, I’m not very good at making decisions, hehe."

Unlike the imaginary world that Kalim had built in his mind, his ebony-haired servant would instead have seen beyond those walls with which the blood-red-eyed boy had long since begun to dodge all kinds of normal reasoning. He had seen all that time your face slightly frightened and surprised by the huge amount of gifts that Kalim had daily sent from home just for you, he didn’t lose how your presence had become a fixed point in his day. About how now he should not only look after the needs of the white-haired boy, but now also your own under the orders of his master.

"Remember Jamil, every wish of my Habibi must be fulfilled immediately, okay?"

And of course he always did, noting in the meantime how your simple word could change any previous opinion of Kalim.

"I think that’s a kind of fruit a little bitter, I didn’t remember it so-What? You don’t like it so much? True, not even me, actually."

Surely he would have noticed this, causing him to cling more and more to you, telling him that he had to spend all his time with you and instead leaving the duties of dorm head to him, something the silver-haired boy was extremely willing to do: all for her beloved and adored Habibi.

The ebony-haired servant would remain silent, as he had always done since his childhood, continuing to pull the strings of this little theatre so that he would finally have a real place in society; he did not care at all about your ever-increasing looks at him, or how he would always try to get the sticky kid to go away, but this would just reset everything he had done and built in the last few months in the dorm, reborn under a new regulation and under a new rigor rediscovered.

If he stopped you meeting with Kalim, everything would be erased, so you could definitely suffer a little longer before you left.

But Kalim wasn’t a complete fool, and he knew it.

He knew and saw the way he was subtly threatening you by threatening to spread disgusting rumors about you, about you not being such a pure, chaste angel, about all sorts of things that would bring you down at the slightest exit without him. He knew what power was, and he wasn’t below using it to hold you to him, not after what happened with Jamil before.

If you had refused or even hinted at a possible breakup of your relationship, the first reaction it could have had is to immediately throw yourself at your feet, tightly grabbing the fabric of your school uniform and crying, begging in sobs and wondering if it was his mistake, he swears he’ll make it up to you!

And if I kept trying to avoid him gently, since you’re such a nice person that you didn’t immediately kick him out of your life, it would have to come down to the ways he absolutely didn’t like to use. Usually his conflicts were not even resolved by himself, but this was neither a conflict nor a problem- don’t misunderstand, he still thinks that there were problems in the relationship because of your ever-increasing thoughts of wanting to leave, but he thinks there are problems for a completely wrong reason, which he swears on his own life and on those of his whole family never to repeat again.

He would never want to get to do this- after all he wants the person he will marry in the future to have a good reputation and be loved by everyone- so this move will be used as a last resort in case of failure of any previous attempt to make you stay with him.

He knew that Jamil was not one of the most sociable and transparent people you could ever meet, but he knew that he would never do something as petty as hypnotizing him again- and he was sure! He could remember every single moment of his days, unllike of when he had whole lapses of memory scattered throughout the days. And then he was helping him with his relationship, so he was certain that he could trust his and your life in his skilled hands.

And it hasn’t been that long since you last saw the bright sunlight, at least not in person.

He knew that every beautiful dove must fly, so he compensated for the time you normally spent in the luxurious rooms of his castle in the Land of Warm Sands riding with you on his magic carpet. But not before you have sealed your wings with a beautiful padlock and gold chains: after all, white and gold were such beautiful colors together. After all, as kindness had put Kalim in some trouble, and in a world like the human one, yours has put you in far worse trouble than you could have ever imagined.

You were enchanted by the mesmerizing eyes of the beautiful snake that, slowly and patiently, while you remained staring at the blinding vermilion, wrapped like a powerful and heavy gold chain tightly to your body. Making you immobilized by your own mistake, and remaining forever enchanted by the red gems that the young man possessed, those same irises that had been your end.

-𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭-

Vil Schoenheit, head of the dormitory of the ancient Pomefiore, a very famous actor with an unnatural beauty and rigor, would never have thought he could fall so low for a simple person. The blond-haired perfectionist so focused and so devoted to achieving the perfection of himself and everyone in whom he could see potential, could not help but describe you as the exact opposite of what he would have considered his perfect soulmate: although you too could also have had a strong potential like that first year Epel, but, from what he’s always seen, you haven’t even tried to achieve the best version of yourself.

Like the scarlet-haired dorm boss or the smart silver-haired octomerman, he wouldn’t even have time to even know what you look like.

At least, before he heard about you.

With his increasingly emerging figure in entertainment and fashion, with his excellent school career to keep such, his relentless search for beauty and the burning desire for revenge on that useless being who had always stolen all the spotlight, he had a very narrow daily schedule. And the fact that he had to manage a dormitory full of people who still had to see that beauty and charisma were an immense and unique source of power, did not help at all the coverage of his imminent dark circles.

At first, and as I said before, he wouldn’t even want to know who you were. But the quick tongues of all these dirty hicks he had to endure in school, would let slip away in the luxurious dormitory room that in his school there was a particular little student who had the reputation of being the most beautiful in the entire realm of Twisted Wonderland.

Even more than Neige.

It wasn’t enough just that stupid idiot with a rosy face to put a spoke in the wheel, now there was also a third person against whom he had to win?!

He couldn't believe it.

He did not want to believe that a simple person like you could be considered by all even more beautiful than him and that idiot without even making an effort, while he had to work hard to get to the point where he was now.

He was jealous, he just wanted to be the one adored by everyone for once: not Neige, not you, just him.

He knew what it felt like to be one of the most beautiful of all, but he didn’t want to stop there. No, he wanted to be the one and only to hold the power of eternal beauty, he wanted to ruin your smiley faces to death so that you two couldn’t even get outside without you being labeled as deformed monsters, he wanted to destroy your lives, he wanted to eliminate you two.

But Vil was not such a reckless and incautious man, he already had a plan in mind, and now he just needed to add a few more details thanks to your arrival. He would have called his trusty hunter, and he, being a good subject as he was, had immediately satisfied the bizarre requests of the poisonus man.

A little setback, this was you in his eyes. Like everyone he had to compete with to get to the top, he just had to make sure that you didn’t get a chance to be better than him.

But your presence irritated him so much, he hated so much how your eyes didn’t even have a hint of make-up but that they still turned out to be absolutely delicious for the blond-haired man as he continually struggled against the increasingly strong feelings of desirability he was developing towards you, he hated how he would always have to pay attention to his strict diet to stay online while you would try every cake that Trey would cook for any unnecessary parties in his dorm.

He hated how he could not stop watching you as you posed as the hardworking and always available person you were, thus bringing to your side a herd of rednecks and useless potatoes that were shamelessly hovering over you, using flimsy and shabby excuses just to get a speck of your attention, and leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he turned abruptly and forced himself not to curse everyone with his Unique Magic.

And while the handsome man was slowly falling into the abyss of madness, his trusty Rook would notice every single look of Vil directed at you, a look of such primitive hunger and such magnificent and pure hatred, a poison so limpid and deadly that it made to praise even more this new love of his.

But unfortunately such a scruffy and tacky frown did nothing but ruin the beautiful features of the poisonous beauty, the expressions of anger that did not belong to him did nothing but position themselves on his immaculate face as soon as he saw the dirty hands of a student of Savanaclaw on your shoulders as he hugged you, while that disgusting being was clearly looking for more from you.

"Oh, that student, la beauté de cette école, quelqu'un qui possède une beauté d'un autre monde ² , but not so much to compete with our wonderful head of the dormitory in appearance" And throwing a mocking and nonchalant grin at the other man. That made the handsome man frown even more for the casual tone of the hunter in talking about you so freely.

"Yeah, whatever but when- Umh, I apologize Schoenheit-senpai, but when can I train for Magishift tryo-?"

"Rook, I need your services one more time."

"Oui."

"And Epel, keep practicing your etiquette, your manners and the way you speak are barbaric. Don't forget what I've told you."

And suddenly, all those nights spent studying for the various tests that until then had not weighed on your physical health, had done nothing but drain you of all your energy, making you feel completely grounded. You wouldn't be able to understand why these sudden changes, until that moment your routine had never given you any kind of problems, but Ace would have just swept it all away by saying that most likely it was you who were just stressed out and that finally all that workload was hitting you all at once.

And you, being such a responsible student, despite all the warnings of Jack and Epel to rest, would have continued to help Riddle with all the preparations of the VDC instead. You couldn’t help helping all those people who didn’t ask, but clearly needed help. Something that the man with lilac irises had noticed from the beginning.

And how can he not exploit to his advantage a situation so useful to his cause?

And working with the Heartslabyul's leader, he would subtly observe you several times under the guise of having to control the stage setup process for NRC’s biggest event himself.

Normally he would have hated all those people who would only take advantage of the opportunities on the fly, and in fact he still did, but he could not call this "opportunism", but a small incentive to help himself in his life. And by the way, it wasn’t like he’d never worked hard for the duration of his stressful life until- like everyone else except him had- so he was sure that instead of hurting you, he was just helping himself.

Clearly the effects of the presumed fatigue were making themselves felt and seen: the skin once so bright and seemingly shiny would instead become sicker and battered, your face harbored light dark circles and your body began to feel much weaker and exposed to any kind of bump; you felt sick, as if you had ingested something that made you feel extremely bad, as if someone was sucking your energy away. And these symptoms would go on for so long that not even your friends would let you walk alone for fear that you might stumble and hurt yourself. And the effects would, at some point, even cause the first of a series of fainting in front of the blond himself.

He almost felt sorry for seeing you so weak and hurt, but he couldn’t help but feel a sadistic pleasure in your pitiful sight. A student so perfect in all respects, so good, kind and charitable, so good to his classmates and so understanding, reduced to nothing but a weak body kept alive for an unknown reason. He chose you to be the guinea pig for his famous poisons.

After all, there was a reason his trusty hunter always called him by that nickname.

"My beloved Roi du Poison, you truly are the most beautiful and poisonous man that the entire Twisted Wonderland has ever seen!"

He liked that nickname in a way, as he also loved his talent and knowledge in potionology. He had tried to recreate to the letter the infamous "poison kiss", created and perfected no less than the so esteemed Evil Queen. But alas, some ingredients could not be collected and obtained at the time of need, so he had to improvise by mixing several ingredients, making it all turn out to be a deadly potion.

Or at least he thought.

It was rather peculiar that a poison created to kill had not yet borne fruit, causing him to rage silently as it rechecked every single process of the potion that had kindly handed you nothing less than your beloved best friend. Of course, at the beginning even the first year was strange and annoyed by the strange request to give you a basket full of red apples,

"Why do I even need to do this- that's so useless. Why me and not Hunt, he would've loved to do this for him. By the way, the ones of my family would be definitely better, the colour is too much bright, surely they're all too much soft and ew..", he thought many times during the day, but he had not asked questions to the handsome man.

Vil couldn’t help but start ordering Hunt to write down every kind of reaction you were going through, every kind of change, even if it was insignificant. But more importantly, to tell him everything that was slightly out of the ordinary that you did or said. It wasn't possible to resist that much to a deadly potion.

He couldn’t understand the way that even though you didn’t know that he was the cause of your ever-worsening ailments, you would continue to understand when to leave him alone and help him with his problems, try to understand his thoughts and continuing insistently to approach him, both emotionally and physically. He did not understand you.

How could you ever approach and help your executioner? He did not understand.

And, as always, Rook never failed to satisfy him, bringing him what he had asked for and more.

And then he finally had an answer that appealed to all of his questions that had been running through his mind until that moment. No one, not even that idiot in the other school, could have such sweet and supportive behavior as yours, despite the fact that you were literally falling apart because of the envy of another.

No one would have survived for so long a poison that would have assured death. You can't simply die. What kind of angel would ever get killed by a simple human? Lose your body for what?

"Apparently I do, Vil."

An even tougher challenge than training Epel? After all, he couldn’t call himself a dorm-leader if he couldn’t even get you turned into clay in his soft, soft hands, he wouldn’t have been him if he hadn’t finally helped you see that he was the key to your salvation.

Only he had the solution, only he could really help you in all that discomfort that you had. All alone, betrayed from what you thought your best friend. Left behind by all those who you thought were friends. Betrayed by your own god. You were only deceiving yourself.

After all, you should have known that man was made in their image.

He would continue to be convinced that he was only attracted to your potential beauty, even though he knew it was just a pathetic excuse to avoid hurting his ego by forcing you into his luxurious, comfortable bed, observing that day by day the potion had not had the desired effects, but that it was still powerful enough not to allow your body to regenerate normally, and consequently letting him do whatever he wants with your fragile and now mortal body. He could finally keep you in a crystal coffin where only he could see you, in a place that only he had permission to access, a place dedicated entirely to your wonderful being, a being that divided his reason from his instincts.

Thus leading him to force you to live a different kind of hell, one where Vil was constantly torn between loving you obsessively until his death, spoiling you with every kind of luxury and every kind of wealth you could ever desire, treat you as a true queen, not as a mere ordinary angel as you had been treated up to that moment, while the other side of you was divided by hatred of the one who had made him wither like a dead rose, making him constantly and incessantly think about your beautiful face once so soft and so shiny, and letting him finally realize what he really wanted from you.

You got too taken in by the juicy red color of the apple in the hand of the beautiful evil, and this time, laying down, you would finally have a bite of the queen’s venomous grip.

-𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝-

It is not a novelty that the blue-haired boy was an extremely shy and elusive person with self-isolative tendencies, who spent all his average days in a messy and gloomy room, and he never would have come out willingly if his little brother didn’t pull so much weight on this subject.

Idia Shroud, the descendant of the great God of the Underworld, a figure to follow and an inspiration to some, and terror and disgrace to others, had never aspired to a career as brilliant as his fellow dormitory chief, he simply did not feel the morbid need to be noticed and to receive so much attention from people, and even less, he did not feel the need to get even just in touch with a person outside his virtual bubble.

He absolutely did not see the advantages of having physical or "normal" relationships, and if there were, he was quite sure that the advantages were much less than the disadvantages he would suffer. By now he had resigned himself to being what he was and what each time he saw faintly on the screens: a useless rejection of society.

Someone who did not even have the courage to speak, even just to see, a real person in flesh and bones- someone who was just one face among a thousand in many forums he assiduously attended- almost maniacally- someone who could never carry on the surname of the noble Shroud family, hoping that the responsibility instead would go on to his younger brother that was definitely better suited to the task than someone who could not even leave his room without feeling weak and without energy.

"I already told you for the millionth time Ortho, I don’t want to go out at all, not even Hades himself could change my mind."

And when the news of the student without magic who had become prefect on the same day of their admission first arrived at Ignihyde’s dormitory, the handsome blue-haired male could not have cared less. He didn’t have a shred of curiosity about you, leading him to ignore his younger brother’s futile attempts to socialize with someone other than him. He was starting to worry about his older brother’s tendencies, and those concerns would come close to the limit of tolerable when he mistakenly read for once what he shared on those forums he was obsessed with.

And he knew that Idia meant every word he wrote, every word imbued with hatred of the world that was not good enough to accept him and to allow someone like him not to be targeted for his own interests.

Even if he had never been bullied, even if no one would have dared to touch a hair of him for fear that he might in return burn his finger with his flames. Ortho had been with Idia centuries and centuries before, and even there, his big brother had always had a tendency to hate being together with others, always isolating himself in his room in the family castle. But he thought he couldn’t abdicate beyond that. He knew that his brother had always suffered from extreme social anxiety, probably the cause of his problems, along with other disorders that interfered in establishing normal healthy relationships with real people.

Idia, on the other hand, saw no problem in his current life. He lived alone, in a room he didn’t need to leave, eating whatever food he wanted and being able to stay online for as long as he wanted. Maybe this was the only thing in his mind that he had control over, or maybe he had become so addicted to it that just walking out of the room would blind him for a moment.

But the fact is that he would never deign to see you, he did not need to see the annoying faces of his classmates, let alone the popular ones.

He would never meet them again, so it was useless for him to even try to make friends with someone who will inevitably forget you.

He thought it was pathetic.

He had no time for normal people, but instead he had too much time to spend on forums and games, always changing his interests and topics. And it would be right in those places that he would almost certainly meet you, named under a nice nickname that would spur him to talk to you. The male’s room was messy, smelly and completely in the dark except for the dim light of the blue screens, where Idia spent his time playing different games, talking occasionally and bitterly commenting on the stupid and senseless moves of his teammates. But he could not even finish the round before finding himself quickly reading the public chat, and then stopping to read the whole message.

The_Pref.ectme: "Hi, sorry if I’m sudden, but I don’t know this game well, and I need help. Sorry to disturb."

Obviously, a newbie like you wasn’t educated at all and didn’t even have a thousandth of his experience in that game, so he would have decided to mentor you for an evening, by writing quickly in the chat that he would call you on another platform and that there he would explain everything to you.

And when he first heard your voice, he could feel himself floating in the Olympus.

Your voice sounded so harmonious and so calm to his ears, so beautiful and so pure, as if a nymph was whispering softly in his ears, lulling him into a state of apparent trance, it almost melted his brain as calming as it could be.

He had never felt this way throughout his long life of isolation and loneliness, leading him to pant heavily at the first sign of another person even minimally attractive.

A sticky layer of sweat was all over his face, and the prominent redness on his face as you spoke and expressed your thoughts to him about how you found the game difficult, would have made him immediately change the microphone and abruptly interrupt the call and exhale a trembling sigh, almost trembling for the experience he had just had and making him take long and deep breaths to avoid melting the plastic of his chair with the warm flames of his hair.

In the meantime, and while the blue-haired man was biting his hand trying to suppress all kinds of noise and not alarm his younger brother, you would've continued to speak and speak, never imagining that he would've ended the call so abruptly.

A continuous and sudden knock on the dorm door would wake you from your worries about the the game, and welcoming kindly and as always a significantly tired Ace who had been kicked out by Riddle again for breaking another rule. And since Grim was soundly asleep in the main room, you would tell your bizarre adventure with this guy online.

"I don’t know, maybe he was a 50-year-old creep who just wanted to see you naked."

"I don’t think so, at first I could also hear a glimpse of his voice, and he looked like a boy!"

"Wait wait wait- a glimpse? Of his voice? Man, that's creepy as hell! And you.. spoke non stop?"

"Uh yes. But I don't think he's-"

"Nah, hell nah, If you ask me, I'd be creeped out. And didn't you think that he was... Being a pervert? Or something weirder? Maybe recording you! Oh seven, don't tell me it was a video call-"

"Ace, come on, be faithful."

"You have to be more careful on the Internet! I could never allow anything to happen to you, let alone Deuce."

"Don’t worry about me, Ace."

"And don’t so that again, okay?"

And for you it would have ended there, eventually deciding to sleep on it under the advice of one of your best friends.

But the same was not for Idia. At all. He’d spent the whole night imagining your mouth opening and closing only to produce those little words about useless things, the movements of your tongue so sensually moving to the palate, the vocal cords moving in the throat- and oh, that throat...

He kept thinking back to that exact moment when your words had entered his head for the first time, unable to do anything but begin to fantasize about how you might actually appear in real life and not covered and disguised by a beautiful avatar.

He wondered if you were tall or short, if you had short or long hair, what color it could be, and how you could be. He knew you’d never want someone so stupid like other idiotic people around you, but then again, he was just a dirty virgin who hadn’t showered in over two weeks doing nothing but sit in his room full of paper towels and energy drinks. He was a disgusting incel ³ that couldn’t even hope to have a beautiful person, like he knew you were, by his side.

This new fixation would have led him to look for every single clue to understand what your identity was, initially looking for any useful information about your game profile that you both were playing before, and then starting the actual process to see who you really were.

After all, what kind of student at Ignihyde would not know how to hack an account, especially one of such a naive person about the dangers of the internet? All those years spent studying programming would come in handy, which he had no doubt about.

He knew that in the end everything he had studied on his own would always come in handy: whether to ask someone for private information, or ruin another’s life, with a simple click and the right words, he could simply make another’s life a hell.

And after a short time, he had complete access to your computer, which had oddly not installed an antivirus or something to protect your device- it would've been a somewhat longer process, but in the end, he knew he would always succeed: the only thing he felt he could boast of was his almost infinite knowledge of technology, giving him the ego boost he needed to continue everything he was working on.

He had access to your search history, your daily logs, your downloads, your works, passwords, socials- and most importantly, your webcam and microphone.

Finally, finally finally finally finally finally finally- Finally!

He could finally know the face of the voice that accompanied him through his nights and days.

And when he saw you.. it was as if all the emotions he’d spent days stabilizing had suddenly returned.

His dead heart was pounding, as if he had a sudden attack of tachycardia, he felt himself suffocating with his own saliva, forgetting even for a few seconds how to swallow, and consequently dropping some saliva on his sweatshirt, the blush had returned, making him feel hot and scorching under the heat of his sweatshirt- and although normally his dorm was extremely cold, he continued to sweat profusely, his thin fingers were rigidly welded on the mouse, By clicking and zooming on every part of his body that was visible to him, his hair now threatening to melt his headphones.

"Oh- my- my- sev- en… oh- h-hah.."

The news of Idia’s interest in the prefect had been a shock to his younger brother, but also a huge relief. He finally met someone who wasn’t him! And he also fell in love! Years before, this huge change in the life of his niisan would have been nothing more than a mere image in his brain: a fantasy, an illusion, peraphs.

At a certain point he had even given up trying to reason with the man, and therefore he had lowered a bit the tentative to convince him to leave the dormitory. At least he could go out during night time, just something to make him go away from that smelly and disgusting room.

"NO-! I mean- what if someone wasn’t asleep and instead began filming me?! I- I don’t know! You understand!? What if someone even noticed my hair? NO."

So when you would hit not only the near-impossible interest of Idia, he believed it was fate. And that’s what Idia thought. It was repeated that your meeting had been planned in advance by the Fate, an omnipotent existence that ruled at will both human and gods.

No one could escape the Fate.

Not even the beautiful little angel you were.

He thanked the fact of having known you online and not in real life- also because there would be only one chance in a million that would have met you just when it was released for the first time in the last five or six months. But now all he could do was keep watching your every move from the camera that conveniently could spot you every time you walked in, making him find out as many things about you.

"Ah~ my little and tempting angel! I bet you would have liked to have such a devoted follower like me."

As the months went by, the adorable little Ortho would become a huge friend of yours, which his personality allowed him to do, starting with a casual conversation over lunch in the cafeteria, with the excuse of having to look for a volunteer to test a new machine, which, despite much concern expressed by none other than by your friends who were currently sitting at your same table, you had naturally and immediately agreed to do.Helping was your main mission, your only mission, and so helping a little boy like Ortho was enough on its own to fill your pure heart with joy, coming shortly afterwards into the gloomy dormitorium.

His brother lacked that ability to be with others, so Ortho would be the voice and body of Idia outside his room, and not wanting his nii-san to lose all happiness, that one glimmer and glimmer of a possible better future that you were carrying- He didn’t want to be the cause of his suffering.

Idia could not help but compare himself to the lonely and gloomy Hades, who for centuries remained because of an extremely favoritist society that had forced him to be what he had become. In the past he could only compare you to the wonderful Persephone. Now he understood his ancestor. Or maybe it was a family thing.

But in the end, his brother, a boy so kind that you would never be able to resist his constant prayers that you should visit him at least once in his dorm, always spent a lot of time alone, and all he wanted was to spend a little more time with his new best friend! Did you really want to leave him all alone in a place so isolated and full of people just as isolated? No? Perfect! Just follow him to Big Brother’s room and you can all have a big pijama party! Actually, do you want some pomegranate? They are produced by his family, so you can also binge on them!

And that tiny little grain.

A grain had been your sentence.

A mere grain of pomegranate would have been the invisible chains that would have kept you in the room of Idia, you should have remembered the immense jealousy and possessiveness of the god of the dead, you should have known of his obsession with his beloved little angel.

The light morbidly attracts the darkness.

And now you were bound to him forever like his Persephone. Until the end of time, governing together, one beside the other, in a world of death and silence, where a land of sinful and decrepit souls will be forced to obey you two without asking questions, and not letting you fly away in the world of humans.

Even for the god of the underworld this method had worked, so why shouldn’t it have been the same for him?

There was a very small chance that everything he did might end badly, but Idia didn’t care. He could have been discovered by the inhabitants of the island or by other students, but in the end he knew that you could never leave him in any way, and he enjoyed this. Even if he had disappeared, the bond between you would have remained unbreakable.

Don't you know how many times Persephone has tried to escape from that gloomy, old-fashioned prison? She even tried to kill herself.

But how can you die when you’re already in a dead world, and what’s more dead then a dead spirit like yours?

And you too, as she did, would have surrendered to the inevitable fate that had been forged only for the two of you. You would have been chained to a world where the dead speak, and where the living die, and where the red juice of the pomegranate would have continually stained the floors with crimson, dripping from your wounds and your mouth, sealing you forever with the fire of the underworld to him.

You were deceived by a soul, and soon you would have to pay a heavy toll. A soul for your freedom, throwing you into a whirlpool of familiar whispers and shadows, drowning in death with Idia.

-𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚-

Malleus Draconia, an extremely powerful wizard with powers still unknown to most students, an honorable student with excellent scholastic returns, a powerful young man who was destined for the throne , a boy who conveyed immediate anxiety to anyone who was in the same room with him, thus leading many people to associate his presence with something to avoid, a gloomy fae that for all those who saw it was a complete enigma, seemingly no solution, an extremely well-known individual, but who, fortunately or not, did not show around so often. And the students were grateful for that, they were constantly chatting and talking so much that they even forgot his presence in the school, some always avoiding to speak of him as if even his name was a taboo and others trying to neglect the whole by pretending it did not even exist. After all, those who mind their own business live for 100 years.

And for Malleus this was and will always be just ridiculous.

Why the hell would he even want to touch someone, let alone attack a student clairvoyant much weaker than him? He did not understand how those humans had come to conceptualize such a ridiculous and useless idea as those "beliefs" that had spread in the school since his arrival, he would never stoop to hurt anyone, and this made him more and more nervous, the rumors about him, as ninety percent of the students who met him ran away immediately with the queues between their legs.

"What a cowardly behavior. Truly miserable."

He resented the way his appearances did not reflect, as he thought, his real behavior, but he loved that respect that only he, only Malleus Draconia could have from all those who knew him directly or who had heard only false stories and stories about him, After all, he loved to see how the majority of the student body didn’t even look at him in his emerald eyes, for fear of what he could do to them.

But they wouldn’t have to worry, he repeated, he wouldn’t have done anything, even if he recognized that those fictionalized and false rumors had reality funds; he knew what he was capable of, and he was extremely proud of it, he knew a lot, too much, well the dragon that lay dormant within him, a beast that no one until that moment had managed to wonder except himself, and one that no one had ever awakened. Being close to a volcano is always safe, until it erupts, at least.

But again, these nocturnal behaviors around him only annoyed him more and more, he knew exactly what his classmates were doing.

Had he really been alone so long that now no one remembered? But it would not have been possible, he always heard the occasional whispers from the students of other dormitories, and moreover, he was the head of one of them, therefore, he had happily excluded this option, instead leaving him to bitterly process the other hypothesis.

Are they doing this on purpose? Whatever it is, it makes his blood boil with rage, but being stubborn as it was, it would have denied him immediately and fiercely, leading him to think that they were not necessarily avoiding him, but that they were just extremely forgetful. He was defending all of them by every means possible, and the least they could do to prevent half the castle from being suddenly struck by random lightning was at least to recognize his presence in the rooms.

"Shut up Zigvolt. I’m perfectly fine. Now, don't bother me. Ah, no, wait, take note of the fact that I’m gonna love it for a while, so you don’t have to wake up half the dorm screaming like you always do."

Obviously he had heard about you, the infamous and so much on everyone’s lips, even the silent and mysterious dorm mates, a spirit so free and so well-liked by everyone, so much so that he always had someone who would like to be with you. And Malleus at first couldn’t help but be slightly amused by all your "adventures" that every day you carried out with those other freshmen, including the controlling Sebek, who, in your presence did not scream in the slightest, and who was extremely delicate, giving the impression that if he had used even a pinch of his fae magic on you, you would have broken instantly like porcelain.

But would you break if you were in his presence?

He noticed that every single student always had an aura of calm and well-being after being with you, walking or just talking quickly with you. He wondered if he could finally feel himself, like the others, at peace with everyone and in particular with himself, if he could confess to you all kinds of dark thoughts he had always had, and if you would eventually forgive him.

To him you were like an unknown but fascinating presence at the same time, how you could induce so many men to follow you without them making moves on you, and without even needing some spells for it, How each time you seemed to bring a new air into the rooms every time you walked into one, how you could possess a talent for attracting all to yourself, things that, unfortunately, he could not do.

You were the opposite of him, so simple but at the same time so complicated to have close despite your charitable nature, and until then he would have considered you only a "funny" human completely exposed to all kinds of danger and so seemingly and certainly unaware of every evil that the world could reserve for everyone.

And everything would have been in a stalemate for him if I hadn’t had so much mercy on him.

"Hi, I wanted to ask you, since my friends and I were having a little party in my dorm, would you like to join us, I would really like to have you with us."

Everything seemed to be temporarily immobilized the moment you asked that question. Almost every person who had the luck or misfortune to have passed in that instant whispered how you had just signed your death sentence, while some even prepared to fight in the event Malleus could hurt you at any moment, and others still staring without moving a muscle.

As for him, he had regained no control over his body, as if his soul had temporarily left the material and bodily counterpart while he had no strength to move even a single muscle, while his face would not show even the slightest hint of emotion on his clear and defined features, making him look like an imposing and impressive statue for others.

But to you, it was not terrifying at all, which is why you continued to keep a sweet smile on your soft features and patiently waiting for a response from the fae, you had vaguely guessed from the very sight that he, like many others who had helped you throughout your life, had unfortunately always been misunderstood and put aside, you knew he was not the type to hurt someone casually, something for which your friends kept comparing you to a nurse always ready to help any soul that needed, but that he also continued to convince them not to do anything rash with him, and what you reproached them gently. You had managed to see the real Malleus Draconia, that child deprived of the necessary love and always estranged from everyone.

Suddenly, with a sharp nod of his head, he took leave just as quickly, leading you to snigger and admire the lukewarm sparks that remained of him.

"What a brave human."

This show of affection towards him, in his eyes, would have left him breathless and extremely confused, he simply cannot understand what was the spark that would have provoked his curiosity, He didn’t understand why a human like you had the guts to talk to him, let alone invite him to a party. But don’t misunderstand it, amidst that blanket of sudden emotions, an immense euphoria and joy would predominate such inner chaos. Finally someone invited him! Someone didn’t consider him a monster! He had finally met someone he had seen through his scales, he would finally have a friend for the first time, and he was elated by it.

From this point of no return, Malleus would wander much more often into the places you were accustomed to attend more often, and with every mention of your name or your sight, a light, hard-to-see smile would appear on his mouth, a smile that made him more charming but at the same time something he was not used to, always seeing himself and being seen with a perennial neutral and sometimes sad expression.

By the way, he would eventually become more concerned for your safety, still believing that you were a being created from porcelain, and that it could be broken even by a breath. He would begin to watch over your figure incessantly, not even letting his supposed trusted knights have the task of watching over you: Sebek was an extremely racist half-fae towards any kind of creature other than his own- and what for which Malleus mocked him silently, finding funny how he hated and did not want to see the half of himself- and even if he was duìiventato your friend and said to be changed for the better thanks to you, he didn’t believe that once at your window at night he could control himself. Most of all he knew that controlling his fae instincts was extremely complicated, so he excluded the handsome young man with the mint hair from the assignment.

While Silver, he probably would have fallen asleep during the times he was supposed to be watching you and keeping you safe, and not feeling safe about his presence at all along with yours, contrivedly imagining the fact that you could have been more comfortable with someone like you than with a powerful fae like him.

And leaving the job to none other than the one he trusted most, Lilia Vanrouge, who would immediately accept the job, subtly hinting that the future monarch might have a little crush on the adorable human.

It would be useless to say that every guy who before wandered around you, would have disappeared for a long time, noticing the look quite strange and disturbing both of Lilia and the heavy and suffocating presence of Malleus at your side. He absolutely had to avoid that he could be replaced by someone else unworthy and ungrateful of your presence, so making him more self-conscious and stunned by your calm and long chats, from which he would learn a lot of information about your life and yourself. At first he did not know what to do with that feeling of constant burning in his chest, he being quite if not completely inexperienced and innocent about abstract concepts and never tried for him as love.

Lilia would be his humble mentor in this new world where the powerful black-haired wizard would stumble upon. It would teach him everything he knew about this new burning feeling, a feeling as wonderful as it was painful.

And Malleus was doing exactly what the wise ancient fae had told him. Even though he still didn’t fully realize what he was doing, he trusted Lilia blindly, and he knew for a fact that he would never do anything to hinder him in any way. He was sacrificing for you every single piece of his mind, every drop of his being for you, putting his heart on a silver platter so you could do the same with yours. His behavior would start to change in a twisted way, constantly giving you questions, some of which were extremely personal and you weren’t allowed to answer, which annoyed him to say the least.

He was doing everything he needed to do, bare his heart, revealing all the darkest secrets of his soul, and you dared to lie to him and not answer?

Didn’t you have to make sacrifices?

In a relationship no one would keep secrets for themselves, and Malleus knew first of all what it was like to keep everything inside, catalyzing those emotions inside, but that didn’t justify your unwelcome behavior towards that kind of thing. He knew how hard it was, but if he could, he knew you could, too, and just as you comforted him on all his worries and forgave him for everything he did, he knew he would, too, He didn’t think you might have done such terrible or uncircumcised things that you would have categorically refused to express. He would never have judged the only person who had approached him, it would have been the equivalent of a suicide for the young man. He would never do that.

"All right, child of man, I see, now what do you say we take a walk? The weather is great right now."

He was doing everything he had to do, bare his heart, revealing all the darkest secrets of his soul, and you dared lie to him and not answer?

Didn’t you have to make sacrifices?

In a relationship no one would keep secrets for themselves, it wouldn’t be right; and Malleus knew firsthand what it meant to keep it all inside, catalyzing those emotions and hiding them, But that couldn’t possibly justify your unwelcome behavior towards that kind of thing. He knew how difficult it was to talk about uncomfortable topics and say everything to a person who couldn’t understand exactly how they felt; but if he, Malleus, could open up to you completely, he knew you could do the same with him.

And just as you comforted him on all his cares and forgave him for all that he had done, he knew he would also do it: he would hold your hands gently, wrap them with his much larger hands, and bring one to your wonderful face, stroking his cheek with his thumb and at the same time wiping a stray tear, he would have moved your head so that your looks could cross, the beautiful color of your eyes in contact with his jade eyes, inducing you to tell him all that you hid in the depths of your pure heart, smiling at your best and trying to comfort you to the fullest of his abilities, and holding you gently and tightly in an embrace as streams of words and words flowed from your mouth, as Malleus would have listened to every drop of it, drinking from your lips as if he were thirsty.

He didn’t think that you could do things so terrible or so evil that you would categorically refuse to express, he knew that you could never do it, he knew that you were so pure that not even the most corrupt creature would be able to corrupt you. And even if he was wrong about him, he would never have judged the only person who had ever approached him, never dreamed of it. A stab in the heart would have been better than witnessing your pain and disgust. He would never do that.

But, regardless of his thoughts and wills, he knew full well that everything that was going on around him was just daydreams, an illusion created by his cruel imagination to fill those moments when you weren’t together.

He did not understand.

What was going on?

What was happening to him?

All those images in his mind, all those thoughts about you, horrible scenarios where you forget about him, where you would finally listen to your pathetic friends and start avoiding him, like so many people have done before. The daydreams were progressively and slowly turning into nightmares for the fae, who did not yet understand what was happening, for him a morbid fear of your rejection, and the anger towards your friends who at the moment when they spotted even a small spark of his presence, would begin to invent unnecessary problems just to get away from him, which he would have responded with an even thicker stickiness than before, indirectly forcing you to stay with him for hours and hours, he could not describe the anxiety and the prominent prong he felt every time he saw you among those people who would separate you. He didn’t want to lose you, he would have died if you had just tried to leave, he felt a twinge in his heart just at the thought of canvases.

All he wanted was to hold on to his treasure so tight that he could never escape from his arms, so damn and selfishly close that no pathetic human or any other creature would ever be able to see you again.

During those moments of silence he would begin to think about which of the towering towers of his castle in his land would be most suitable for your stay. Surely he would have chosen the room in the highest tower of the castle, and the most lavish and shining room you would ever see, and inevitably he would have basked under the pride that your compliments on the luxuries of the place would have brought him, swelling his chest with a smile of happiness, one of his typical smiles he would do only in your presence. He would have taken care of you personally, leaving you with no choice but to blindly trust him, which he did with you, he would have dressed you in the best fabrics and dresses ever made, all custom-made by your future husband, would order his cooks to cook every dish or delicacy that would come to your mind, would make you bathe in the best cosmetics and beauty products recommended no less cehe by Vil himself. He would have lovingly provided for your every wish, even and especially at times when you wanted to become closer to each other. He would cuddle you lovingly everywhere in his castle, whether it was in front of Lilia and her knights or in front of his entire kingdom. He wanted everyone to know that you were his and his alone.

His beautiful treasure, the purest and brightest of all that other rubbish that ran around you and him.

This behavior and abrupt change in his habits, would have been noticed by you and everyone you considered friends and acquaintances, which would have only fulfilled his greatest fears, Now, despite your cryptic look where he could vaguely distinguish those two emotions that he absolutely did not want to see on your beautiful features, pain and distrust towards him.

He could not bear to live a life without you, by now you had become the only person who had finally given him the wonderful feeling of being well-liked, what did you expect from a powerful dragon fae who had always been deprived of love throughout his long life?

It was obvious that he would attach himself to the very first person who would show him some affection.

Especially if that person was you.

It would have changed your mind. He knew you’d never give him up, it wasn’t like you, it would make you realize that everything you were doing was just because you were being manipulated by your rotten friends that you were with every time. He only had to show you that those you considered friends were not such, and that he alone was worthy of your holy trust, taking your splendid body in his arms and returning to his land.

The school years were over for him, and by a lucky coincidence all this would fortunately happen a few months before the end of his senior year at Night Raven College. And as long as you could have fought him and tried to spread your white wings, tried to go desperately to Crowley, what could that stingy little crow do to a guy like him? He could literally shatter his precious school and everyone in it with a simple earthquake, and he knew he would never want that.

"Me’è corom veh, m’j cora⁴"

Finally he could fulfill his deepest dreams, finally he had another half to spend eternity with. He could finally have his happy ending, an end that had always been denied him until that moment, now it would become reality, and all because of your kindness and kindness.

You both would have your happy endings, forever trapped in the dragon’s jaws.

¹= Habibi is an Arabic word that literally means “my love” (sometimes also translated as “my dear,” “my darling,” or “beloved.”) It is used primarily as a pet name for friends, significant others, or family members. "Habibi" is used for boys, and "habibiti" for girls. I choose to use habibi because it's easier to me, but you can always change that based on your preferences!

²= Translated: "The beauty of this school, someone who has a beauty from another world."

³= A member of an online community of young men who consider themselves unable to attract women or men sexually, typically associated with views that are hostile towards those who are sexually active.

⁴=Translated: "I love you, my love", from the Ancient Language of Feridia, the Feridian Alphabet consists of about 21 symbols with a refined spelling, which in most cases represent one of the elements of Nature that ruled the Island and the Fairies of Feridia. Almost every graphic symbol can be traced back to a letter of our current alphabet, allowing us in some cases to reproduce approximately some proper name.

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[thelonelyme]

Author notes #2

Hi guys! I just wanted to say that if you haven't seen me much active here, I've not been in a nice situation lately, and I've been very busy with family and stuff.

Now, for the scenarios/requests, they will be released in this order;

1- Yan dorm leader pt.2

2- Yan Malleus Draconia w/DID reader

3- Yan Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

4- Yan Mammon x reader

I hope I'll finish all this in 1-2 weeks, and again, sorry for my disappearing. Bye :)

#update #mairyy

[thelonelyme]

Why does ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs]1 say that the reader is gender neutral yet the reader is referred to by she/her sometimes and is described as a woman? You might want to look over it for those corrections.

Hey👋

Thank you so much for pointing out these errors in the post, and now I should have corrected them. And if I have accidentally left something out, not only in this post but also in others or those that will come, please let me notice. I am not that type person who reads too often what they write, and I might not even notice these things. That said, thanks again anon🙂

#Mary's answers

[thelonelyme]

Hello, can you plz put in the warnings/titles of your works the gender of the reader? Since many with gender dysphoria can read it and get uncomfortable getting misgendered, and so it would be nice to know if its fem reader before reading it. thank you.

Okie Dokie.

#Mary's answers

[thelonelyme]

♡ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs]1♡

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: The yanderes finds out mc is now a fallen angel due to them.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello honey, this is my first time asking you but please listen to me.. What do you think the reaction of the yandere house leader's reaction to their lover who is an angel has now fallen and become a demon's. especially the reason why they become a fallen angel is because they want to continue to be with the leaders of the dormitory even though their God forbids them, and to the point of plucking out their wings. Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN READER, Since there's more than five characters, I decided to divide the post into two parts, in this there will be only three, while in the other there will be the remaining four leaders. Although there will be yandere behaviors, mention of explicit self harm, misogyny, blasphemy and description of mutilation and implies of non-con.

-𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬-

For the young and promising scarlet-haired magician, your arrival could not have been described as less than a coming from hell. Probably your very first encounter would have been through the iconic duo of Ace and Deuce, which, breaking a slightly more relevant rule than the others, would have caused their execution.

Perhaps they had been secretly drinking coffee and Riddle was immediately informed by his beloved deputy dormitory, or perhaps Ace had categorically refused to feed the flamingos wearing a pink onesie after seeing Deuce. After all, they’ve only been in that crazy dorm for a week, and as much as they didn’t want to conflict with the hot-tempered boss, it was like they were attracting trouble. Unfortunately, because of the universal law, what happens to your friends is likely to fall on you, too.

Riddle had already had a bad day trying to straighten out the mistakes of some of his fellow dorm bosses and prevent every member of his perfect dorm from breaking one of his rules. And their stunt was the last straw that broke the pot of rage in the honor student’s head. At that moment he could just scream until his throat hurt, he could just end their idiocy once and for all with a series of spells, but no. The moment his mind recorded that there was another unknown person with them, it was enough to make him back from his rash thoughts. After all, he would never have wanted his reputation to be burned because of a foolish error of self-control.

At first, he wouldn’t even try to figure out who you were. He had enough problems to deal with and certainly a simple person could not have completely blown his priorities. He thought something like trying to socialize with too many people was pointless, especially with people who seemed to be less than promising.

But of course he heard about you. The student without magic who, despite lacking the basic requirements required for frequently attending a school of magic, somehow managed to be part of the regular students. And what left him even more suspicious was your immediate appointment as head dormitory for that dilapidated Onboro dorm. As far as he could possibly have known about you, you might have been a rich man’s kid so you could afford to go to a prestigious school and, what’s more, make yourself chief on the first day. He knew that crow only cared about money and reputation. As far as he knew, he knew nothing.

His annoyance would grow as you found friends in Deuce and Ace. And with your calm, kind presence combined with your sweet behavior, it wasn’t that hard not to have a bunch of guys who are just blessed by you. Your alone presence could calm the entire class, or dormitory in which you were, and any restless person could simply cry more for your words of comfort and so warm. You definitely had something otherworldly, as Ace jokingly described it as you were walking and lazing at the entrance of the gigantic maze of brambles without noticing the angry person watching you from afar.

For him you did not exist. A person so charitable, so benevolent, so... Perfect existed only in fairy tales where everyone lives happily ever after. In a world left in the hands of hatred and envy, such a person could not exist. I’m sure you were using your pretty face to have a bunch of simps hovering around. No one can be good without having anything else. Surely you’re hiding your deepest, most unpronounceable secrets no matter how despicable and disgusting they were. You weren’t possible, the whole world had constants, and being imperfect was normal for everyone.

And you were that variable.

The fact of your very existence was driving him crazy from the inside. There wasn’t a single moment when he couldn’t help but hear your laugh, even when he was alone. He couldn’t help emulating your little mannerisms, any more than he could completely ignore you.

After all, every God wants all of their beloved children to be happy.

As hard as it was to do the opposite, Riddle couldn’t help but want to remain independent of your angelic voice, from your adorable lips that at each movement only invited him to violate them over and over again until they were closed forever. It had to withstand your eyes, which reflected only warmth and comfort.

"It’s a trap Riddle, don’t you see?!"

You weren’t like his mother. Or like everyone in his family. And that made him frown more deeply. You weren’t normal. You didn’t yell at anyone who wronged you or did something wrong, you never punished anyone as they did all the others- no, you just smiled at them and gently, like a godsend, you started listing all the reasons why their actions were wrong. And as if that were not enough, you were able to find solutions to their irremediable and stupid damages! Don’t you understand how surreal it sounds? But it was precisely at those moments, in the moments when the crimson-haired boy did not readily turn to avoid you, that he ardently desired your comfort and warmth. He also wanted to be secretly devoured by the burning flames of your love. And as it was repeated that those two newbies good for nothing could do nothing but damage and that could only bring you to an end to say the least until proven otherwise were his eyes piercing your temple in moments where there was no one to see it.

He felt absolutely pathetic. Like a flower that in vain tries to color itself in a different way than all the others. He did not want to have your pity, from his overblot too many people who did not know anything about him had given him sad eyes and an empty excuse. He knew that no one was truly sorry for him, not even his closest friends, no one else besides himself knew what he had felt, no one cared what had brought him to his ways, no one had ever deigned to even try to understand him.

And then you showed up.

And honestly, he was definitely better off without you.

You were driving him crazy.

You weren’t possible, you weren’t normal.

Every person who ever saw you started calling you "angel". The first to start this ridiculous chain was that hunter in Pomefiore. Every single time he saw you, he would immediately approach your figure to call you with some pretty cheesy French nicknames."Comment allez-vous mon Ange? I only want what’s best for you, my dear." You couldn’t even suspect people like that Frenchman clearly stalking you? How could you trust every person you met so blindly? Even those sea sweepers who were scamming all the weaklings who were desperate enough to go to them? At first he didn’t think you would really get close to them, but surely he was wrong in the exact moment when he saw you on the arm with that freak who is Floyd, laughing as if there were no Riddle to say the least disgusted by your skit. And not only that, as a icing on the cake, even that other twin was now taking an interest in you. How could you possibly miss the people you date? The only logical explanation he could come up with was your innate stupidity. He couldn’t conceive all of this."Hey little Killy¹, how about you come with us later? I’m bored by myself" "Now, now, don’t scare the student this way Floyd. But, if I have to admit it, I’ll be glad you’re here, too, Angelfish." Or the two annoying first years with Ace who now no longer made cheeky jokes about you being an angel, preferring to use that nickname for sentimental moments alone. It made him sick to his stomach about it.. Or how Deuce was much more silent in your presence, always surrounded by fluttering invisible hearts. "A-h, of course, I’ll accompany you! Don’t worry, you’re safe with me!"

He couldn’t help but be captivated by you. But he wouldn’t admit that he was sick and obsessed with your abnormality. Every time he looked at you with a slight increase in his heart, it was just a little anxiety about the test he was supposed to take next. After all he had to prove to all that he was excellent in everything. Every time he had a slight twitch of his fingers when some filthy worm crawled by your side to touch you, it was only because of his severity. He cares about his dorm mates. Every time he blushed at the sight of your slightly more exposed thighs than usual, it was only because of the heat of the room. He was human, wasn’t he? And every time he ordered Trey to drug your lunch? It was to make you normal.

He was beginning to hate others much more than before. Hating others and you. You were definitely lying about who you were, maybe you were a magician so skilled that you could hide all traces of your magic so that you would appear weaker to others? Or perhaps you were one of those creatures created only to bring hatred and despair into the hearts and minds of those who did not want to be near you? Surely you were lying. And the most important rule of all was, "No one is allowed to lie to the Queen. This will be punished with immediate execution in front of all the people of the kingdom."

And finally now it was clear. You were not normal. That's why you were abnormal.

And if the others found out about you, you’d probably be feeling a lot worse than what you’re going through right now. Wouldn’t you want to be chained to a lab bed while they cut and tear apart your beautiful wings? Be thankful he hasn’t touched them yet. Don’t mind the collar around your neck. It’s just to make you stay. Otherwise you’ll fly away. And would you like to leave after leading a young man to his destruction? It is an even worse pain than your cries of pain.

You couldn’t come back now.

Now you can indulge in your escapes. You can do everything you want now. You were dirty. Impure. You could not categorically enter. And now you had fallen into the rabbit hole.

You should have known that if you took a rose, you’d soon be pierced by her thorns.

-𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫-

Now, Leona- in very simple and basic terms- he wouldn’t give a shit about you. You should not blame anyone, the lion man is one of the most difficult people to attract because of his somewhat intimidating and egocentric personality.

The lion man usually spent his days doing much more important things than what a small and incapable herbivore would do. Leona would be forced to approach you and your group before there could be a struggle that could potentially end in some unwanted death. Honestly, the only thing he thought about his dorm mates was that those empty heads were just muscles and no brains, he found ridiculous the way they had always tried to attack someone who clearly was not a problem. He just didn’t think it was even important to think about you. After all, what could a weak herbivore do to a lion like him? Nothing, simple.

The only thing he could think about the first time he saw you was how weak you might seem. Compared to those loud idiots and that parrot with a cell phone, you didn’t seem to be able to defend yourself against anyone. His posture would reassemble so that he could look even bigger and more massive than before and he could almost feel a small shiver slip down his spine at the sight of your faltering expression. Surely you had never met such an intimidating being like him, you had never seen a strong and cunning man like him, in fact, you looked like someone who had never seen something slightly uglier than usual "they lived happily ever after".

He was ready to show you otherwise.

Your first encounter would have left him with a bitter taste, but nothing to worry about for a guy like him. At least he hoped you’d have the good sense to never return to his territory. I mean, who the hell would want to get into trouble with Leona Kingscholar, second prince of Afterglow Savannah and dorm chief of Savanaclaw? Exactly.

He didn’t really think you’d come back, this time even alone- he doesn't even care to mention that weird pet cat-, there. Most likely you had some kind of death wish, otherwise it doesn’t explain. He would just be more annoyed when he heard your voice talking calmly to that puppy Jack; and unfortunately the ledge on which he had decided to keep his well-deserved rest was close enough for your voice to reach his ears, causing them to contract several times, occasionally grunting and growling trying to make you understand to lower your tone. As you kept talking, all he could think about was how you two could be so annoying, and at the end of your little chat, He could not help but swirl his eyes to the heavens, thinking that your little conversation was closed, and whisper faintly before finally finding rest.

If you had stopped there, you would have spared yourself everything, but as a loyal subject, you are tested to redeem your destiny.

Tell him that he is your king, the one and only. Just tell him that he was the one who was essential to your existence.

Live for him, and only him.

Every single day you’d come back to his dorm room just to ask the freshman and the hyena if they were okay and if something happened to them. You must have been investigating the mysterious incidents, which clearly pissed him off.

He would have finally shown that giant lizard his place and his true king, and this victory would have been denied to him only for some stupid herbivores?

He wouldn't lose this time.

He would instruct those dorks in the dorm not to interact with anyone outside of their dormitory, but at the same time he would simply release Ruggie to injure the others of Diasomnia and company. It was the perfect plan because, as unlikely as it might seem, he could always pass for the kind and caring dorm-leader who cared about the health of his comrades and who for them well became a little more reserved, and then no one would ever leak anything. In the light of these reliefs, he spent his days resting under tall trees, allowing the lazy but intriguing lion to bask in the rays of the hot sun. The moment he heard your voice, he couldn’t believe your tenacity to want to bother him. Your sincere spheres shone with kindness as you knelt before him with a concerned expression on your face. " Are you feeling weak? I can call someone to take you to the infirmary if you feel sick."

Up to that point he was also willing to forget your presence and erase you from his life, but it seemed like you wanted to be a part of it by force.

And because he respected humans so much that he considered them his equals, he didn’t mind returning the favor.

You were a human no doubt, but one that smelled absolutely delicious, causing his tail to rustle and his ears to twitch. Your final meeting would have definitely been enough to trigger that instinct in Leona.

He loved the fact that you were so weak and small compared to his powerful figure, it gave him a sick confirmation that he was once again superior in something. He loved the way in a few minutes he could easily overpower you and finally make vanish once and for all that annoying gleam of hope in his eyes, he hated how you could be so hopeful in people, always stating that in every being there was always a part of justice, and defending even the indefensible after having created only damage. You reminded him too much of his happy, carefree, annoying nephew, and he didn’t like it.

And he wondered if you would forgive him after what he did to you.

He wondered what your limitations were.

Everyone has a certain threshold beyond which you no longer act rationally, and he wanted to be the cause of your breakup. He wanted to see how fast he could get you on the hook. To pretend not to hear you and not to react at all in your presence and to see you go mad with concern for him was divine.

Yeah, just focus on him.

It just seemed to him that little game of cat and mouse before the finally get to the main course. And this almost made him purr, he loved these foreplay, they made his catch even more delicious and tasty than it normally was.

He wanted to hear your sweet, warm voice tell him that he was the only living being who could hear your praise and your acts of docile submission, he wanted to possess you in every possible way, he wanted to have control over your soul, body and mind. He wanted you to never walk or fly again. He wanted to be your first and only person to go to to solve your relatively small problems. But apparently he needed his help to figure out your real place.

You reminded him of a tiny little crane, so beautiful but at the same time so easy to devour, so delicate but at the same time so damn stubborn. That was one of the traits he hated deeply about you. No matter how much he brutalized you over and over again a day, sharing his pleasure with all those beasts in his dorm room, all you did was forgive him and talk to him gently.

"I know you’re not really like that, Leona, I forgive you."

But you did not know that there was no point of return for your beast. By now he had been completely overwhelmed by his obsession with you. If he "wasn’t really like that," then guess what you should have seen was that he was, in fact, an even more cruel and charming demon than the one you learned to stand up to.

So he had kindly decided to prevent a possible escape in an even more effective way than those he had already adopted. He wanted to rant about your bloody body even more.

Yes, tell him how you hated him, tell him you missed your beautiful wings.

Tell him how much you hate him with every drop of your blood.

In the end, even angels can hate. Finally he managed to break you. But now you don't need to use your little mouth to scream, it's better if you kneel and start worshipping your new god.

Now drown in that sweet poison that you have for him.

-𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-

The clever, cunning and extremely charismatic silver-haired magician had never done anything else in his brilliant career as a model student and young entrepreneur besides helping all those poor souls who desperately needed help.

In the eyes of many, he was nothing but perfect: magnificent exterior appearance, impeccable marks and a charming language ability, not to mention the fact of having two large and threatening eels that always followed him, making it clear that any kind of problems that would result in a physical situation, it would not be him to have to worry about his health.

Helping people was what he did, every day, despite many in the school had been warned not to trust the young but already so analytical magician, who, as was expected from every excellent service, was always ready with a golden contract in his pockets. And when he felt for the first time that a new student without magic had started attending a school full of uncultivated barbarians, he couldn’t help but start taking an extra look at you.

But not him, for goodness sake! He was a very busy man, he had many clients a day to help with his abilities. Therefore he would have entrusted the task to his two business partners, knowing certainly that they would not disappoint him at all.

Which he was absolutely right about.

During the short period of time required to have all the information necessary and important to carry out his work, he would try to create a certain type of debt towards him. Maybe you lost the only pen you had? What a delightful coincidence! Just then he had one more, but everything came at a cost. And of course he had intentionally hidden that last part, answering your generous thanks with as many sweet words and saying that there was no problem, and that, on the contrary, you could have kept the pen with you for as long as you wanted.

Such a generous offer, isn’t it?

Obviously all those fairly repetitive coincidences would not have been done for nothing, no- he wanted first to lull you with sweet gestures and seemingly small and harmless favors in his room before drafting a contract with you. Simple and clean.

"So, dear, I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you to meet me in the VIP room, and the answer will be immediately provided. Since I’ve noticed an obvious problem with subjects that require magical abilities, I wanted to give you a chance to decide if I could help you with your problems. Of course, you would get, not only that, many other advantages, like the protection of Jade and Floyd, the two people standing next to us, and a possible job in my restaurant, since I know that affording food in these conditions of yours can’t be that easy. Surely a student without magic like you would benefit enormously from a contract with me. All you have to do is just sign here your name and allow me to take care of your problems while you’re here at the NRC, and in return all I ask is that you get to know yourself better."

The only thing he didn’t expect was your imminent rejection, his gloved hand that was still in the air, while his large grin that characterized him and his bright eyes were sharpened for a second, before returning to their original position. Of course, to others Azul seemed perfect, but in the end, perfection is not something that the human being or tritons or faes can simply achieve. It can never be so. Perfection concerns only every Gods and theirs nearest creations. You could see through all his flattery, and in the end you managed not to get dragged into something you didn't want to do.

"I’m sorry, Azul-san, but I don’t think I want to make a contract right now. While my situation may not be the best, I think I can manage on my own. If you don’t mind now, I’ll leave so I don’t bother you again, goodbye."

Azul, with a movement of his hand, had to stop the swinging figure of Floyd before he could even utter a single word, deciding that with brute force he would not go anywhere with you. He did not want to tarnish those two impeccable years for ordering to mistreat an innocent young student, while it was different for those who had not respected his terms of contract.

Strangely, he had not considered your perspicacity and your possible instinct, which had left him at times puzzled and at times angry with you, for having ridiculed him resoundingly rejecting an opportunity that only on very few occasions are proposed, and with him, for not calculating that part of you, causing a flaw in his otherwise perfect plan. He couldn’t find a single moment when he was distracted from his original task, but maybe it was just your calm, sweet, and so charming, but at the same time so intriguing personality that accidentally led him to think that I was completely innocent, while instead you had an intellect like his.

He needed to find out more about this new side of you.

Until that time he had been accustomed to your usual I seemingly blessed by the seven. He swears that for a moment he also had the courage to imagine your figure in the other school by principles, and for some reason that thought made him feel weak at the knees, causing him to stagger for a moment. He hated feeling weak for you, he hated how he wanted with all his heart to hear all those praises, unfortunately addressed to that freshman Deuce for passing a test by Professor. Trein, addressed to him.

He was selfish, but all those years he was forced to hide and hide his talents, why shouldn’t he be now?

After all, he deserved to be after helping so many troubled souls.

He also deserved to be blessed by your coming, he wanted to be blessed by your presence.

Finally he had found someone like him, someone who was not as severe as Riddle but also not as obsessed with beauty as Vil, perspicacious as Leona and so trusting and kind but not as exacerbating as Kalim. In a way, you were the perfect definition of soul mate for the promising young man. In light of these rather strange thoughts, Azul could not help but continue and continue to deny all the obvious evidence of his infatuation. Something was wrong with him, he felt it. He felt that there was something in you that simply could not be compatible with him. Maybe the fact that you were a human being and he was a sea's creature? He didn’t believe that, he would just create a potion that could turn you into a mermaid forever, and he would stop even dwelling on it. He could not understand why he continued to have paranoia, which was disturbing him from the success of his contracts, and which was consuming him from within.

The days that passed turned into months, months in which Azul had radically changed his attitude towards you: he kept trying to remain indifferent to your actions, but every time he saw your kind smiles and when he saw the way your hand moved when I comforted your friends by hugging them, he felt warm and fuzzy inside as he admired you, unable to tear his gaze away from your praiseworthy figure. Unfortunately his loyal business partners were there and they knew him so well to notice the change inside him.

They always noticed everything.

And instead of stopping their dear friend’s collection of personal items, they only encouraged him, laughing and commenting crudely on how exhilarating it was to see the usual charismatic and bewitching dormitory head Octavinelle pining completely for the little prefect that he could never have for himself.

After all, doves do not breathe underwater.

Azul’s patience would be thinning more and more, leading him to several hysterics and moments of deep depression, all so that you were not with him.

What would he have to do to be even in your sight?

He would have done anything, cut all eight of those embarrassing tentacles and offered them to you in exchange for just a little peek. He didn’t understand why he wanted to be with you so badly in the first place, but maybe that wasn’t even the biggest problem at the time.

Maybe it was time to cage the wings of his adorable angelfish.

He was literally shocked and he was about to scowl at the bigger twin before he looked at the title of the big, heavy book that had slammed in front of him.

"That’s why you were so.. magnetic.."

"You're a creature born to love."

"Maybe you came down for him?"

"Maybe someone sent a wonderful being like you to love him?"

"You should have been! That’s why he couldn’t hate you!"

"But now, my loved angelfish, there’s no need to get so upset, we still have to draw up a contract dear~"

¹= KilliFish, according to Wikipedia, a killifish is any of various oviparous (egg-laying) cyprinodontiform fish. All together, there are 1,270 species of killifish. Many of the species rely on such a diapause, since the eggs would not survive more than a few weeks if entirely submerged in water. Most killies are small fish, from 2.5 to 5 centimetres, with the largest species growing to just under 15 centimetres. The word killifish is of uncertain origin, but is likely to have come from the Dutch kil for a kill.

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Author notes #1

Guys, if you are one of the few people that reader the post that I published, I'm sorry, I wanted to finish before I could made it public. By mistake, while I was editing the post, instead of selecting the "save as draft", I pressed the auto button of "publish"-p.s. I was typing from phone, and I was half asleep. So I apologize again to anyone who has even seen that post because it should not have been seen incomplete. I promise not to make the same mistake in the future, I swear.

Again sorry, you'll have your notification soon with the full thing. :/

#mairyy #im crying #update

[thelonelyme]

♤𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦♤

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

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver (Vanrouge).

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: Both Silver and Mc gets reincarnated in another world, and Lilia and Malleus watch from afar their happiness. [Silver Vanrouge x mc x Yandere Malleus Draconia]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello!! I finished your angsty Malleus story and si frankly the best one of Twisted Wonderland i've read so far, it's really breathtaking, you did an amazing job. However i think it's time for Silver to be happy isnt it? Can i request a very fluff domestic fic of Silver and mc reeincarnated, being lovers (and soulmates) with a little angst from Lilia watching from afar his "son" be happy finally, and feeling a little guilty for what he did to mc's previous life but not bc of mc but because of Silver's happyness. Sorry if it's a lot i got carried ^^

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER, This is the fourth part of “Spoiled[1]”, "Just a kiss[2]" and "Aftermath[3]", so if you haven’t already read that, make sure you do, or else you will not understand nothing. Although there will be yandere behaviors and depression.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @lolmiau0101, I hope you'll like that! I tried everything to make I did everything to make the fic more romantic and soft, moreover. If you don't mind, since you, @lorelibrarianlizbit, had already asked me to write a similar fic, I decided to merge both ideas and add a little of yan malleus and lilia's pov. I just hope I haven't fucked up. Love you two. I think I moved too far from the center of the request, i hope you will like it anyway.❣️.

"Hey." You heard a voice speak softly to your ear. The gentle and calm breathing of the man calmed you somewhat, but you still couldn't find the strength to make any kind of movement, since you had spent a long time wandering in that wood.

You were very tired, you felt like you had been in a different body for years and years and then you were finally able to feel your real body.

As if you were disconnected from the reality.

"Hey, can you hear me?” The man asked again, lightly touching your soft cheek. His hand quivered to touch your rosy cheek, but he constantly pulled it back. Until he took courage and placed the palm of his hand along his face.The moon made your skin glow beautifully, making you glow in the night. Like a diamond set in the rough and dirty stone. If Silver hadn’t hurt himself before, he certainly thought he was dreaming of your figure, it was impossible for him that such a beautiful creature existed in real life. But you were there. He didn't have the faintest idea who you were, but deep inside, he knew he could never be without you. His calloused and scratchy fingers moved smoothly along your face, tracing every line and stroking every part.

First he traced your forehead, pausing slightly to check if your body temperature was suitable, then he moved on to the eyebrows, which he ruffled and smoothed with every movement of his thumbs. Then it was the turn of your magnificent eyes, which he gently stroked and which he admired intensely, then he moved to the nose tracing the delicate bridge first before reaching its end, lightly pressing its pink tip. After which he moved on to outline the shape of your beautiful lips with the index finger, although they were disciplined for dehydration, for the silver-haired man they were still as beautiful and succulent as the petals of the most flowery and young rose.

He could not understand where he was, and more important, why he was there.

Everything he felt before waking up and finding you, everything that came before his arrival, he couldn't remember. It was as if his whole body categorically refused to even try to remember.

"But remember what?" He mumbled to himself.

He couldn't answer himself.

He could not give an answer that, although it might seem obvious, at the moment and in reality it was extremely difficult to conceive. The only things he could recall from his subconscious without feeling a slight pain in the head, were just a gut spin and a terrible state of anxiety, he didn't know at all what had happened before, but he knew they were not good things. Things that were best buried and never remembered again.

But a single warmth in the chest covered by a white shirt kept him confident. Despite being scared, dazed and confused by the new environment, he couldn't help but smile sweetly at the surrounding trees, it was as if that single forest healed him of any terrible sensation, as if held by the gentle arms of a mother.

Silver could hear the roar of the waters of the nearby river, he could feel the sweet and warm heat of the sun's rays penetrating through the leaves, a sweet sensation that he had never experienced.

He had awakened in the middle of a clearing, clothed and numb from his awakening. Despite his strong urge to grab an object from his side, he couldn't find anything and then not even remembering what he was looking for in the first place. As if he had lived up to that moment and then the memory of who he was, and that in the other had been erased.

Meanwhile you could still feel the strong but gentle grip on the back and shoulders. Though you instinctively tried to wriggle out of the grasp, a calming sensation pervaded your being.

As if your body remembers but your mind doesn't.

"Who are you?" You asked as you finally managed to regain enough strength to move and speak.

As soon as your eyes met Silver's, a warm emotion began to overflow from your heart incessantly, it was as if you had always known him, as if something had communicated to you that he was the person you were waiting for.

With an immediate flush, the man moved to give you a chance to get up, not without first reaching out to help you. In her eyes you were ethereal: your skin had been completely cleansed of all bruises, leaving room for a luminous and shining canvas, your face was so beautiful and perfect that even Aphrodite herself would be ashamed of hers, your sweet eyelashes fluttered softly to every blink you did. You were dressed in a nice simple pure white dress, but despite that, for him that simple dress was only complemented by the fua beauty, which made you even more beautiful.

As he admired you, he couldn't help but feel compassion and pity towards you. By now he understood that you and him had been in extremely difficult situations before their arrival. Probably and especially you, he just knew.

Meanwhile you stood in front of the handsome man, waiting patiently for an answer from him that could potentially have answered all your questions about this place you've found yourself. You weren't worried about what he could potentially do, he didn't seem like the type to take advantage of.

Instead he had a mature yet easygoing aura despite his potentially stoic appearance, his manner was reminiscent of that of a devoted knight, a knight devoted solely to the protection of his beloved princess even at the cost of his life.

"My name is Silver-" The silver-haired man stopped abruptly, leading you to observe him with curiosity for his interruption. He couldn’t connect his first name to any last name. Like he never had a last name, like he never belonged to any family before.

"-Silver, You can call me just Silver."

"You have no memory of your surname?" You asked him, curious that the man apparently didn’t have a last name. You were probably magnifying the most insignificant details of the male, but unfortunately it was in your nature, as in everyone else’s, to be curious. You came a few steps closer to him, plunging yourself into the while the rest of the grass blades of your eerily immaculate gown. Right away the man turned away from you, leaving you confused.

"No, I can't remember. And you? what's your name, your hight- miss?" The man paused and continued again, all followed by a slight cough which, he hoped, would trouble you about his last words.

Now Silver was certain: he had definitely met you or known you somewhere before, and, furthermore, he had the intuition that, in the midst of your knowledge, there were also social status of some kind between your relationship. Silver was certainly no man who would call anyone with that epithet at his first meeting. Presumably his body and spirit continued to preserve habits now forgotten and, apparently, lost forever.

"Well, I'm ___-" You started, only to find yourself in the exact same situation as the handsome man in front of your figure. Even you couldn’t remember your last name. In fact, all the information you could recall about yourself was your age- something you weren’t even quite sure of- and your name. You didn’t remember where you came from, or anything that happened before you fell.

"Just ___, ok?" You ended up sending Silver a warm smile. You knew that despite your rather clumsy encounter, you two would still be together.

You two just knew it.

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In the dark and ancient castle, the situation had gotten out of hand long before. The cruel monarch could not even be named as such, a name better suited to him would be 'monster'. You were the only one still holding him to a tiny little bit of sanity, and after your act, it was no use for him to control himself.

You were gone by now.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, as much as he just wanted to break your ribs and be able to revive your heart, it could never have happened.

You knew that.

You knew that was the only way to get away from him. And like a fool you have escaped to a life of luxuries, privileges and loving caresses.

As a stupid and vile human, instead of deciding to rule by his side, you had decided to fuck it up just for a stupid and useless desire.

Couldn’t you understand for one goddamn minute, couldn’t you just listen to him for one fucking minute instead of yelling at him for all kinds of vulgarity? Why couldn’t you see that YOU were the one in the wrong, and instead that HE had been right all this time?! Couldn’t you just adapt to your life like he always has? And all to go back to a stupid school, where that useless crow would never help you, probably preferring to use you as his personal servant to clean his shoes.

You were never going back to your world anyway.

He was always willing to turn a blind eye to all the disrespectful behavior you’ve always had, he’d always forgotten every rejection I’d ever told him.

But anger can only last that long.

At the moment of your deliverance of your own hands, the only thing he could do in time was to divert the direction of the dagger from your chest to your side. But he had no idea of your dirty trick, hell, he didn’t even have the slightest idea that you possessed that potion made him disbelieving.

'How long were you planning this?'

He felt betrayed. He thought you was different from all those other people who became his friends only to try to kill him with various daggers.

He thought your experience with the chassis was enough to keep you together forever. And the worst part was that the spell that he cast on both of your bodies couldn’t even be used as a method to bring you back to him, because you weren’t dead, you were just sleeping. Sleeping in a luxurious bed and surrounded day after day by several servants who daily monitored your situation. You weren’t dead, but you couldn’t definitely be called alive. You were in a state of coma, even if this time induced by a powerful spell handed down by the most powerful fairy of all.

At the thought of it, Malleus' heart painfully tightened as he held back a gasp as he watched and caressed your cold cheek. Did you not have the faintest idea of the sense of terror he felt at the mere sight of your unconscious body, trembling at the thought of no longer being able to hear your beautiful voice, or of not being able to hug you while you were conscious? Hadn’t he been through enough pain already?! Did you not know how many nights he had spent crying tears of blood over your sleeping body, hoping that all this was just a nightmare, and that he would wake up at any moment and see your beautiful eyes first?

As much as he just wanted to cry and scream, he couldn’t. Deep down, he knew he was the cause of all this. But instead of admitting his guilt, he attributed it all to your behavior. But by now he could do nothing but pour out his anger and sorrow towards all those around him.

But in the mixture of emotions that she was constantly experiencing, the one that emerged most frequently was anger. A primal rage that took over his body with every mention of your name. In spite of all the pain he’d endured, you, a little human, had the balls to deny him what he deserved? Him, who could have ended your miserable freshman life and instead decided to raise you to become his wife?

He didn’t care about anyone anymore. You were gone, what was the point of holding back any signs of mental instability? What was the point of keeping a memory of you alive? He didn’t regret it at all. He would have died alone anyway. He had begun to entertain himself in different ways, killing and hunting the poor villagers in the woods. He didn’t care if he was seen as a monster in their eyes, he didn’t mind being nice if he didn’t have a reason.

For if those fools had the courage to rebel against him, they would have taken on a worse end than they could ever imagine. No one dared tell him what to do, people were too afraid of his instability, fearing that everything could trigger him in any way. And they certainly didn’t want to lose their petty lives to such a stupid mistake.

What an idiot he had been. He should have taken matters into his own hands from the beginning. Instead of treating you with the utmost care, he should have taken you by the hair and dragged you to your shared room. Lilia also always told him that he was always too lenient with his beloved human, that he was always too soft with his punishments, and for some reason instead of listening to the elder fae, at the time he had decided to trust the words of that dirty human traitor. He took personal care of your body for years, if not decades before you were woken up by a worthless man who wasn’t him. Do you understand he had to do this?

"My Lord, I don’t think this is the most appropriate way to get the Queen’s attention."

"My Lord, I know that as a humble human being I can never even imagine your anger at the moment, but I advise you not to hurt her further. Instead, try to talk to her and make her think you understand her?"

" Sir, I don’t think a punishment like this is necessary, send me instead of my father, I’ll be able to talk to her and make her understand the situation."

"And one thing was for sure, Malleus wouldn’t know what he could do to you if he was in front of you" General Lilia thought.

After all, Lilia had witnessed the slow destruction of Malleus' mind, a destruction that had caused the deterioration of an entire kingdom. He was the one who killed all those traitors who tried to conspire against his King, and he was the one who set it all up to make the dragon quite worthy of his amusement.

He didn’t expect the young monarch’s mind to be so vulnerable under all those tons of scales and iron, but he was probably and evidently wrong.

A.. human like you had even managed to make a lonely, stoic monarch like Malleus mad? At that point, he wanted to shake your hand and ask you how you did it, even though he thought shaking hands with a dead body wasn’t considered so tasteful. At least he didn’t decide to do anything else with your body. He never wanted to bother his lord more.

He was particularly interested in your mind. Even though he left you dying over and over again, he couldn’t break you permanently, he knew what you were doing was just sulking at him and the others, but you never gave up. That's why he loved human beings so much. Although they were extremely weak creatures and useless to the fairies, they still managed to have a willpower they could not understand. Not that humans could understand fairy dilemmas, anyway. But still, he was intrigued by you, but now he couldn’t play with you. Too bad.

He didn’t have the slightest remorse for what he put you through, nor for bringing you into the jaws of a beast who wanted everything from you. He couldn’t understand why you continued to rebel against your devoted husband.

'Humans..'

And maybe this continuing to compare you to other humans, was the only mistake, and Lilia’s only achilles heel was to tend to underestimate things that, according to him, are not worthy of her attention. And maybe that’s what kept him from thinking that you could never hurt the situation, and not have him calculate another variable very close to him.

Lilia couldn’t understand the concept of 'love'. He had never tried it before, all he had ever experienced was a slight affection for some people in his past and for Silver. He couldn’t understand what was so bewitching about you, certain, you had a pretty face, but he didn’t think you were so stunning or anything; and he certainly couldn’t understand when his son started to have feelings for you. Obviously a small part of himself cared a little about the health of the silver-haired man, so when he noticed the same wounds on your arms placed in Silver’s chest, he absolutely had to confront him about this particular situation.

He knew they were legends, but he didn’t even think that what that connection was really real. But he had to expect it, after all, in legends there is always a bottom of truth.

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"Silver, you wouldn’t want to make our dear Malleus angry, would you?" Said the ancient fae playfully, hovering predatorily around the figure of the light-eyed man. He didn’t even hide the fact that he wanted to mean something else, after all, his son must have known him so well, right? His intuitions were accurate, noting how his body froze at that single question. He was probably wondering what he had ever done wrong, or even thought about what kind of reaction he would had! He loved making fun of others.

"Never, never wish our lord could be angry for a useless reason"

"Then tell me, why do you have feelings for Malleus' human?" he asked, not sparing him a look of steel. He had no more playful posturing or anything, this time he was extremely serious. As much as he loved seeing others suffer, the only exception was his own son. It was his weakness just like you were Malleus' weakness. He knew that the dragon’s jealousy was better if it remained unchallenged, so he had to take matters into his own hands, wanting to avoid the boy's death.

"..I don’t know father." He said after a few minutes of silence. He knew that Silver didn’t want you to be punished because of him or anything, and more importantly, he didn’t want him to report everything to Malleus. If you were warning him, there must be a reason, right?

"Forget about her immediately. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her and forget about your feelings. And if I find you near her again, I will make sure my sword finds a place in your flesh before Malleus' teeth do." He hoped the threat would keep him at bay.

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But as much as Lilia sometimes forgot that Silver wasn’t fae, he was human. Humans were born to err.

He couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment in the end his son had made. He had warned him, but apparently he had not followed his warning. He was slightly. disappointed at the end of his son’s dreams. He too had the right to be happy, but not in this world. The strongest fish devour the weakest, and unfortunately, Silver was no exception. Although he felt that Malleus had made a fairly fair choice from his point of view, he couldn’t help but feel empty inside. He knew he had an attachment to the white-haired human, but he didn’t think he was so fond of him.

He felt useless, actually. As much as Silver deserved it, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he couldn’t realize Silver’s feelings years before. He could have saved him, but he chose not to. After all, the father part of him could not help but say that he did not want the one who had actually grown for 24 years to have a good ending like the principles of fairy tales that he liked so much.

He could have done more, but now he was useless. The only thing he could actually do was to keep his body and his tomb intact.

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Years had passed since you met. From that moment on, you both had the confirmation of your doubts. Over time, during the most stormy nights, you could both witness some of your old life reorders. They weren’t uncommon, so you both preferred to sleep together.

The first time you dreamed of a memory of yourself, you cried and screamed all night, terrified that you had been through everything you had seen. You never thought you’d be raped by the man who claimed to be the only one who ever really loved you. You couldn’t feel any pain and you couldn’t see any scars, but every revelation of who you were was a stab in the heart.

You really went through so much?

Were you really that strong?

You never thought you had an indestructible mind, but all those sleepless nights spent in the arms of your knight were conclusive proof. Until recently, you never thought you could admire yourself, but all those visions of your endurance despite all the violence that had been carried out on you, despite all that life had been throwing up on you all along.. You were proud of yourself.

You were completely reborn. Like a phoenix.

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"Hey, listen to me, you’re the strongest person I know. I know I can never feel or imagine what you’ve been through, but I know you’ve always been braver, more tenacious, the most indestructible person of everything and person ever created."

"Oh Silver… Thank you for being there for me- Thank you!" You screamed crying constantly sinking into the chest of your beloved. You felt protected, surrounded by the strong arms of your boyfriend.

"Oh- Silver, *sob* thank you- *sight* I l-love you.." You said opening in the chest of your beloved. You felt protected, you felt enveloped by the strong arms of your boyfriend. You could trust him. He was your only rock left where you could lean. Everything was jumping at you, making you feel like you were drowning, and he was that rock that could save your life. For him it could only be the opposite. You were his landmark, and he felt unworthy to be called one when you were the one who went all out.

'They complement each other perfectly… My son..'

He was trying to make you understand that he would stay with you, no matter what. He would always remain devoted to you. And if he had to die, so be it. He had already promised to protect you in the past, and he had not succeeded, but this time he will succeed.

"I swear, I will protect you," He said as a tear dripped from his cheek to your nightgown. This time he will not fail.

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Silver, on the other hand, was much more closed about everything that had happened to him. He couldn’t believe he left you in the wolf’s lair without even caring. He didn’t believe that that was really him, he refused to even think that he would let you suffer without even blinking. He didn’t even want to blame the half dragon and the two minions- whose name you couldn’t remember.

He just blamed himself for not letting you stop meeting the lunatic who then kidnapped you, he should have done everything to prevent everything that happened from happening, and instead of warning you of the tendencies and thoughts he knew about, He had done absolutely nothing, indeed, ignoring even the fact that you were also friends in the first place. And he blamed himself and felt shameful just for falling in love with you while you were in a situation a thousand times more terrible than all those he had gone through, just adding more gasoline to the fire he had created. For him you were a model of life, an example to follow: your tenacity is the one that allowed you in the first place to never fall into provocations and persuasions, you have always remained faithful and firmly chained to your principles and your desires, resisting centuries and centuries in that place.

He knew he could never get to be like you, but in the end all he wanted to do with his life at this point was turn his whole life to your protection. He had failed once in more than one way, and this time, he was sure, that he would not make the same mistakes a second time. He didn’t know who or what he had decided to give him this new opportunity, and he was immensely grateful. Finally, with the wings you were given, you could leave everything behind and finally fly together.

He cried too, singing sad as a blue-chested nightingale.

This time he had finally had his happy ending, as in the fairy tales he loved to hear as a child. And you would be his princess, and he would be your devoted knight. Now, weaving your feathered tail with its azure, you spread your wings and flew together, beware only of the cold glow of the moon and your black and pink-haired repentant that cried salty tears as he watched you from his haunted dream.

Flying until the sun rises.

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