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ENDING SCENE . . . dazai doesn’t know how to handle it when you get injured on a mission.

ft. dazai + f!reader, ada!reader, desc of blood & injuries, refs to dazai’s past, hurt/comfort (literally), angst w a happy ending, 2.0k w.c.

the only thing rarer than a night when dazai sleeps is a night when dazai dreams.

his mind taunts him, conjuring scenarios of you making a wrong move. his fingertips reach out to grab you, always just a little too far away, or he doesn’t notice the gleam of a sniper until it’s too late. his job history only makes the visions all the more real.

he’s been on the wrong end of a gun too many times to count, pulled the trigger himself even more, but seeing you with a barrel to your head is so irrevocably wrong, it always wakes him up with a racing heart unable to be slowed down by his usual tricks. he holds you as close as he can, until there’s no space left between your body and his; you’re real and you’re here, but it’s all just a reminder that sooner or later, you won’t be.

for the first time ever, dazai is in love, and that was an open invitation for the universe to rip you away from his grasp.

you never complain about the way he clings to you after. you let him lay against your chest and listen to the steady beat of your heart, waiting for his to fall into sync with it. your fingertips drag along his scalp and down his nape, grounding him back to earth with your touch. you whisper words so sweet he can taste them on his lips when he kisses you, and his heart races for an entirely different reason.

but then, it happens.

one, apparently deadly, miscalculation and now you’re bleeding out on his lap in the backseat of one of the agency’s cars. he wants so badly to think this is another one of his mind’s sick, twisted jokes, but the scent of your blood is all too potent to be anything but real.

today was supposed to be an easy day. your only assignment wasn’t even a full-fledged mission, just gathering information from witnesses about a recent burglary. the culprit had a concealed weapon, shooting you haphazardly in a panic before even dazai could realize what was happening. the bullet hit your abdomen, fraying your clothing, your blood soaking your shirt and leaking down your waist. you’re applying as much pressure as you possibly can with your waning strength, but red still oozes between the gaps of your fingers. he keeps a grip on your other wrist, rubbing his thumb over your weakening pulse.

“we’re almost there. only two more blocks away,” kunikida says, glancing at you through the rearview mirror from the driver’s seat, his brows pinched behind the lenses of his glasses.

that’ll be enough time; you’ll be okay. dazai lets the smallest of relieved smiles show on his face, but it fades as quickly as it came when he looks back down at you and sees your eyes are closed.

his voice is firm when he calls your name, cradling the side of your face and tapping his thumb against your cheek. “open your eyes.”

you do, barely. your eyelids are heavy, and only open just enough for your unfocused gaze to stay on him.

“there you are,” he strokes his thumb along the curve of your cheekbone. “we’re almost at the agency. just hold on a little longer for me.”

“‘samu,” he never wants to hear you say his name like that again. it sounds broken. “it hurts.”

“i know,” he whispers. his palm is clammy as it smoothes down your hair, pulling back the strands sticking to your forehead with sweat. “but you’re so brave. just keep those pretty eyes on me, and everything will be okay.”

the shrill sound of someone’s horn pierces your quiet conversation, muffled through the window as kunikida cuts in front of them. the swerve of the car makes dazai hold you closer to his chest in an attempt to keep your body still.

“‘m sorry,” your voice is so quiet, he almost misses it. “this is all my fault. i should’ve been paying more attention.”

he exhales hard through his nose, trying to control his anger, bubbling and burning beneath his skin. it doesn’t dissipate easily, and he swears if hadn’t promised to become a better man, he would’ve killed that man right there. the sight of you hunched over and bleeding had brought out a side of him that made even kunikida falter when he had tried to approach you, dazai guarding your injured body like an animal.

he tries not to jostle you as kunikida pulls the car in front of the agency’s building. he doesn’t wait for him to fully park before he’s lifting you and carrying you out, the seam of his coat bunched in your hand.

he takes the stairs two at a time, whispering apologies for every pained whine that falls from your lips. by the time he makes it to the fourth floor, your eyes are closed again.

he keeps you close, letting you melt against his chest as he twists the agency’s doorknob open, pressing it forward with his hip. he doesn’t stay long enough to acknowledge the way everyone stops and stares in shock or answer any of their questions about what happened as he hurries to the infirmary.

yosano is already in her office, sitting at her desk with her chin in her hand. her bored gaze lifts from the laptop screen in front of her and widens as she takes in the sight of your limp body in dazai’s arms.

your weak grip on him stays, even as he lays you on the first bed he sees. the crumpled fabric of his coat is tinged red where you cling to him, only tightening when yosano places a hand on your side.

“you should leave for this,” she says, halfway to pulling on a pair of latex gloves. he grounds his feet into the floor stubbornly, watching as she peels your shirt back, lifting away the saturated fabric to inspect your wound. “she’ll be fine. i’ll let you know as soon as i’m done, okay?”

his eyes trail away from your wound, back towards your face. you look just as peaceful as you do when he wakes up next to you every morning, except this time, there’s a hole in your stomach. he strokes your cheek softly, meeting your hazy gaze. he swears he can feel his heart break into two as he pries your hand off his jacket, your fingers far too weak to protest when he loosens them.

“i’ll be back soon,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your knuckles before he places your hand down onto the fitted sheet beneath you. he leaves before he can change his mind, feeling painfully alone when the door closes behind him.

he looks down at himself. your blood covers his hands, seeping into the cracks of his palms and staining the frayed edges of his bandages. it’s the same as that evening four years ago, kneeled on the ballroom floor over his best friend’s dying body. the scene is so sickeningly familiar, it makes him feel dizzy.

he thinks he hears someone call his name from down the hall, or maybe he’s going insane. he feels suffocated, and all he can think about is how badly he wants your blood off him. it’s sticky and warm and everywhere; he thinks if he doesn’t get it out of his sight, he’s going to be sick. he’s uncharacteristically uncoordinated, nearly tripping over his feet to try to get to the bathroom.

he runs the water scalding hot, scrubbing at his hands until they burn and the soap bubbles stain pink as they swirl down the drain. even the smallest of wounds tugged at his heart when it came to you, every scrap on your knee or bruise on your arm churning his stomach. he knew you’d be okay, he was the only one yosano’s ability didn’t work on, after all, but this was too close. he couldn’t lose you, not yet.

who else would ever want to take care of him the way you do, to scold him in that exasperated, loving way? your relationship was a glitch, something so tender and sweet not supposed to belong to someone like him. you were his one and only; there would never be anyone else like you again. he smiles, knowing how much you’d hate that he was thinking like this; he can already imagine the way your lips would feel against his as he’d kiss the frown off of your face, telling you not to worry your pretty little head about him. his fingers tremble as he dries his hands off, skin numb.

his legs are heavy as he walks back down the hallway, forcing his feet to move before stops in front of yosano’s office. he slides his hands in his coat pockets, staring absently at the ground. he can hear the faint ticking of a clock and the muffled voices of his co-workers through the wall behind him where he leans his head back. he inhales deeply, holds it, and exhales it out the way you taught him to, waiting for the invisible weight on his chest to dissipate.

“dazai,” he looks up at the sound of yosano’s voice, meeting her soft, sympathetic gaze as she peeks from behind the infirmary door. “she’s done.”

he’s never moved so fast in his life, ignoring yosano’s grumble when he accidentally knocks her with his shoulder as he passes through the doorway, practically running to get back to your side. he doesn’t miss the gracious way she closes the curtain surrounding your bed, enclosing the two of you in your own fluorescent-lit world.

he breathes your name, dropping to his knees at your bedside, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. your eyes are still heavy and sleepy after being treated, but that light he loves so much has returned, your pupils shimmering. he wants to bask in it, like a patch of sunlight beckoning a cat into its warmth.

“what were you thinking?” he tries to hide the quiver of his lips with a smile. “you’re not allowed to die without me, remember?”

“osamu,” you brush your fingers over his face before you pinch his cheek softly. “i know you were scared, but it’s okay. i’m okay. i’m still here.”

the same things you whisper between kisses during all those early mornings, holding him close in the comfort of your sheets.

“do you know you’re the only one who can see through me?” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

“yeah,” you smile. “but that’s why you love me.”

his lips are desperate when they met yours, soft and demanding as he pries into your mouth with his tongue. he pulls your hand closer, until it rests flat against his chest and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm. having you this close, it finally feels like he can breathe again. the tip of your nose brushes against his when you pull back.

“lay with me,” he tries to chase your lips when you scoot back, making space for him next to you. “please? you know i always sleep better when i’m with you.”

the bed barely fits the both of you, but it hardly matters when you intertwine your body together with his own. you drape your leg over his, hugging his waist and curling into his side. you kiss his jaw softly before you rest your head against his chest.

he trails his fingers down the curve of your waist, smoothing his hand against your stomach, passing over where your skin is mended like new. you don’t wince in pain like in the car, only a content exhale falling from your lips as you snuggle closer to his chest. he buries his face against the crown of your head, gripping at the soft fabric of the hospital robe yosano put you in.

“we both deserve a nap after today, i think,” you mumble, lashes resting against your cheeks.

he already knows he won’t be able to sleep, maybe not for days, until he has no choice but to crash from exhaustion. he’ll spend his nights watching over you, too scared to close his eyes. he knew you’d be there to take care of him, for now; he’ll let you, greedily, for as long as the universe decides he’s allowed to be happy. besides, you were too pretty not to stare at.

p.s.! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ i wanted to rewrite my first fic for my tumblr anniversary back in december but then i didnt post it until now :( the original

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CRUEL BEYOND MY YEARS . . . you do the impossibleーyou make dazai feel. that’s why you’re his, you just don’t know it yet.

ft. pm!dazai + f!reader, pm!reader, chuuya is there too, so are oda and ango, jealousy & possessive behavior, some descriptions of depression & violence, 2.4k w.c.

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dazai knows he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

he yawns, hands behind his head in a makeshift pillow, overgrown legs hanging off the arm of the couch as he stretches out. the heels of his shoes graze his jacket, haphazardly tossed aside when he first came into his office and laid down.

even with the sleep mask covering his face, blocking out the sun that pools into the top floors of port mafia’s headquarters, he knows it’s you who’s approaching his door.

he fights back a smile, something he rarely has the opportunity to do. he keeps his breathing steady and deep as he hears the familiar rhythm of your knuckles against his office door, knocking in a code. you both came up with it when you were younger, freshly sixteen against the hallow walls of his shipping container; your own shared secret. he hears the gentle creak of the old wood as you peek inside.

“dazai?” he hears the soft sound of your footsteps as you come closer, then a sigh he’d recognize anywhere. “dazai. take that thing off. it’s creepy.”

he remains still. he’s supposed to be asleep, after all.

“i see mr. executive is as busy as always,” you say sarcastically, but he can still hear the smile in your voice. you slip your thumb under the soft cotton padding of the sleep mask and slide it up his face, pushing his bangs back. the soft glide of your skin against his forehead leaves tingles in its wake, and it’s easy enough to ignore the burn of his one visible eye adjusting to the bright afternoon light when you’re hovering over him like an angel. “don’t you want to say goodbye to me?”

a new mission. he sighs exhaustedly, as if was the one who was assigned. “how long will you be gone this time?”

“not long, probably,” your hip presses against his as you sit on the edge of the couch. you rest your cheek on your hand, arm bridged over his stomach as your elbow props on the backrest. “chuuya got assigned to it with me. him and i make a good team.”

“you shouldn’t hang around him so much,” he tilts his head back. “you should be careful. he eats dog food, you know. he really is a dog, isn’t he?”

“shut up,” you laugh, and the sound makes his heartbeat quicken without his permission. “i know that isn’t true.”

“it is!” he sits up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes, his own shimmering with mirth. “i even saw him do it. you trust me, don’t you?”

you flick his forehead, giggling as you stand back up and straighten your skirt. “you’re just jealous you don’t get to come on this mission with us.”

with us? dazai swears he could be sick and die right there on the couch, as if there even was a ‘you and chuuya’. the thought alone makes him nearly double over in pain. if anything, it should be him you were paired up with, and if you asked for his opinion, it was a joke that you weren’t by defaultー even if little assignments like this were below him now that he’s an executive. no one else knew you as well as he did, and no one else ever would; besides, he’d known you longer than that stupid slug. mori’s negligence on the matter makes his stomach churn and his skin prickle uncomfortably.

“hey,” he grabs onto your jacket sleeve, where the cuffs are still a little too long and the fabric hangs over your wrists, before you can walk away. “be careful.”

you smile at him brightly, giving him a thumbs up, but it barely fazes him. he watches you leave, gaze dark and mouth firm. something bitter starts to crawl up his stomach, growing in his chest like thorned vines intertwining and tightening around his ribs.

when mori first introduced you and dazai to one another, you were both fourteen years old. the first thing he noticed when he saw you was that your clothing was too big, hanging awkwardly off your body. you’ve both grown since then, nearly identical black jackets and ties over white button-downs adorning your frames. the second thing he noticed was that you were different from him; he could tell from your eyes, bright and glistening.

he can’t remember a time when he wasn’t burdened by the feeling of looking through a window, always a spectator. you were different; you had a seat at the table. every bomb placed, every trigger pulledー you were there with him through it all, with the same fucked up feeling of adrenaline pounding through your veins, except you were attached to the world around you. you saw meaning in it somehow.

he wants to pick you apart piece by piece and study you under a microscope. he wants to understand just what it is about you that makes you so intriguing. what do you know that he doesn’t?

how are you making him feel this way?

he thinks about you on your mission, even when he tries not to. he flips through his paperwork lazily, pulling sheets from their stapled packets and folding them into origami shapes. he stares at his finger when he gets a paper cut on the edge of a report about some dispute in kyoto, watching the blood dribble down his skin in small beads. he raids the infirmary for chemicals, slipping past the nurses and picking the lock to the medicine cabinet, pocketing bottles and extra rolls of bandages. he plays on his handheld console, sighing in frustration when his character dies again; if only it was so easy.

it’s nearing the latest hours of the night when he decides to sneak into your office that he finds you again, back from your mission and chatting with chuuya, who’s arms are crossed as he leans against the edge of your desk. dazai skims his eyes over you, noting with satisfaction that there seem to be no new visible injuries on you. he relishes in how chuuya’s brows furrow when he sees him, and how yours rise in delight, cheeks rounding in a smile. he throws his arms around your shoulders, your faces close enough for him to count your eyelashes as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“i hope you didn’t have too much fun without me,” he pouts, squeezing you against his chest. “did you keep chuuya on his leash during your mission?”

“don’t talk about me like i’m not here, idiot.”

“oh, there you are,” he eyes the aforementioned man lazily, as if he were a bug that landed near him. “i almost missed you because you’re so small.”

“i fell asleep right after we were done,” you giggle. “chuuya had to carry me back.”

“oh?” he tightens his arms. dazai always thought you were the cutest post-mission, all sleepy and touchy; he always made sure he was around for those moments. “did he?”

you’re talking, something else about the mission, but he doesn’t listen. chuuya looks from you to him when he feels his gaze, eyebrow raising in a silent question. they screw up in irritation when dazai’s eyes narrow as his lips curl up into a cruel grin. he cranes his neck down, nose grazing your temple before he drags his tongue across your cheek.

“ew, dazai!” you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t go far, still clinging to you tightly. “what the hell? you’re so gross!”

he laughs in your ear, even as you try to pry his hands off his shoulders. you twist your hand around his wrist, tugging on it and glaring at him over your shoulder.

“let go, dazai.”

you’ve only ever looked at him like this when he woke you up in the middle of the night, knocking over one of your chairs after he broke into your apartment; you weren’t able to fall back asleep for hours, and when you finally woke up the next day, you realized he ate the last of the mapo tofu in your fridge.

he loosens his arms, stumbling when you shove him. the feeling of your hands pushing him away is nowhere near as warm as when you brushed his hair back earlier that day. there’s no pretty, warm smile dimpling your cheeks either; just your back retreating from your office, the sound of your door slamming shut, and chuuya’s annoyed glare prickling his skin. his chest tightens.

the flickering light of bar lupin’s sign penetrates the foggy night air, like a lighthouse calling lost ships home. ango and oda are already inside when dazai arrives. a cigarette dribbles loose curls of smoke into the air as ango cradles his glass between his palms and oda tilts his head back to sip his whiskey. the bar’s most devoted patron hops from dazai’s seat knowingly, landing on his little white paws as dazai sits down on the stool with a huff.

he rests his chin against his forearm, sighing into his elbow as the bartender places his usual in front of him wordlessly. the two older men look at the pouty pile of messy hair between them. oda knows he’s waiting for one of them to ask, so he does. “did something happen today, dazai?”

“yes,” he bounces the sphere of ice against the bottom of the glass, feeling his fingertip go numb. “she’s mad at me.”

“what did you do now?” ango eyes him wearily from behind his glasses.

“how rude,” he says flatly, his voice sounding hollow without his usual playfulness. “immediately assuming i’m at fault.”

“aren’t you always?” he sighs into the rim of his glass, taking a long sip.

they both wait in silence before dazai shoots up in his seat, his stool spinning slightly.

“how can that stupid slug touch what’s mine?”

“‘yours’?” ango asks, a thin eyebrow raised. “people don’t own other people.”

“i didn’t know you two were dating,” oda says.

“we’re not,” dazai sags back down, folding his arms and laying his head down so his eyes are level with his glass again. “that’s gross.”

“you’re not?” oda repeats. “…then why are you upset?”

he feels the bandages around his eyes loosen as he turns his head away, squishing his cheek into his elbow. the cat licks his paws across the bar, before reaching up and rubbing his little face. he catches dazai’s gaze, looking at him with big, round, unblinking eyes. his chest tightens again.

the sun is rising, melting the black of the night sky to gold when dazai arrives at your apartment. his hand freezes inside his pocket, fingers wrapped around his lock pick, glancing back to your door. he lets it go and knocks instead, beating his knuckles against the wood in your secret code.

you’re in your pajamas when you open the door, and he notes the bruise on your leg that was hidden under your work uniform. he looks at you like a lost puppy; ears down, eyes big, with his tail between his legs.

“hey,” your eyes dart along his body, and he knows you’re scanning him for injuries too. “you okay?”

he doesn’t reply, and you let him meekly slip past you into your apartment. your blanket is pooled on the floor from where you were sitting at your coffee table, chopsticks and a bowl of stir fry waiting for you; the schedule of a mafiosa has your circadian rhythm flipped, eating dinner as the sun rises.

“did you eat anything yet?” you ask him, sitting back on the ground.

his big brown eyes blink down at you emptily.

you open the side of your blanket expectantly, scooting over to make space for him. you nudge your food between the two of you when he sits beside you. his stomach flutters as he thinks about you feeding him from your chopsticks, a hand cupped under his chin, your soft thumb brushing his lips as you wipe them clean. he ignores it, plucking a shrimp out of your bowl with his fingers instead.

“you can have the rest,” you bundle the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, sighing softly as you lay your head down on his shoulder. “i made extra. i knew you’d come over.”

“you did?”

“mhm,” you rub your thumb along the edge of his bandages where his palm and wrist meet absentmindedly. “i know you.”

you do, scarily so. you like your stir fry spicy, but you kept it mild for him. because you knew he’d come over. because you knew he wouldn’t have eaten otherwise. because he only ever gets a home cooked meal when you make one for him.

“‘m sorry.” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

you tilt your head up and look at him, eyes heavy. he holds his breath as you lift your hand and cup his cheek, tracing the dark circle under his one visible eye with the pad of your thumb.

“let’s go to bed,” your voice is soft in the way it always is when you’re tired. “we can still sleep a little before we have to go back to headquarters.”

he knows every inch of your apartment, but he still lets you guide him into the dark of your room, and he’s suddenly surrounded by everything that is so quintessentially you. he has it all committed to memory: the title of the book on your nightstand you swear you’ll finish, the delicate splay of jewelry on your dresser, the pajama shorts hanging over the side of your hamper in the corner.

you practically collapse, falling into your bed and splaying your limbs with a happy sigh while he carefully lies down, staring at the ceiling and keeping his hands to himself. it’s after a few quiet moments when he feels something warm against him, and when he turns to look at you, his breath catches in his throat.

you’re so much closer to him than anyone else would ever dare to be. you curl towards him even in your sleep, like a sunflower growing towards the sun. your arm reaches towards his, fingers loosely clinging to his sleeve, as if you wanted to keep him anchored to the bed with you. he could almost make himself believe you really wanted him there.

he watches the daylight fall over your face, just as delicate as the sheet you draped over your body, still thin enough to show off the contour of your legs. you look so relaxed, cheeks full of color with the shadow of your lashes resting against them.

you looked so alive. so human.

his chest tightens.

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HES LITERALLY???? PERFECT?????

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FLOWERS FOR MOMMA

pairing: (husband) malleus draconia x (dead!wife) female reader

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word count: 262

DNI/BYF

Eager little footsteps stomp the grass below within the royal garden as your baby girl ran towards you. “Momma! Momma!” Her adorable voice shouted a few feet away as she continued her pace, up until her arms wrapped around your cold shinny tombstone. “I’m back, with Papa too!” She grins as she kisses the smiling portrait of you etched into the storm. Her legs were crisscrossed as she sat down then she began spewing her imaginative adventures she recently had. Malleus wasn’t far behind with one arm clutching a bouquet of roses as he watched your daughter. She may look a lot like him but her personality is identical to yours.

Once he was close enough, he carefully laid the roses in front of you as he joined in the conversation the two of you were having. Your baby girl did most of the talking with Malleus butting in from time to time. After she tired herself out, Grandpa Lilia came to pick her up to tuck her in. This leaves a quiet moment for Malleus to get his thoughts together. “My Love, how are you? I miss you— so, so much. Do you? Our baby girl has grown so much too…” His forehead rests against your portrait. “Am I doing a good job? It's difficult being a single parent and managing an entire kingdom at the same time but don’t worry I will always put our daughter first before anything. I promise, Love.” He continues laying his head against your tombstone until sunset. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/N.”

#twisted wonderland #malleus x reader #malleus x f!reader #malleus x fem!reader #malleus x female reader #malleus fic #malleus fanfic #malleus fanfiction

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NESTING

pairing: (husband) malleus draconia x (dragon) female reader

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DNI/BYF

Lightning momentarily strikes the stone tower as thunder roars right after the flash. It hasn’t stopped raining for the past three days and it doesn’t seem like it’ll stop anytime soon. But at least you and your eggs are safe, here in this strong stone tower, comfortably nesting away. Your eggs anxiously squirm against your side each time the lightning strikes. “Aww it's okay, My little ones. It’s only a little lightning. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Momma’s here.” You spoke softly, covering them with a warm cozy blanket you’ve effortlessly made in the last few weeks. Still to comfort your babies, you hummed away which soothed them. The shivering stopped as they settled down.

Right as you got them to calm down, the door gently swung open to find Malleus all drenched. His intense green eyes darted to you, a smile rose as he quickly rushed to your side. “Hello Dear.” He whispered before kissing your cheek. “Welcome home, My King.” You greeted back as you lowered the blanket just enough for him to get a view of your babies. “Hehehe how are they? Have they been good?” He kneeled down next to the nest to gently caress your eggs. “They’re growing real fast. It might take a few more days before they hatch.” This caused the smile on his face to grow even wider, soon, soon enough his dream will fully come true. He’ll have the family he always wanted. “I can’t wait.” He kissed you once more, only on the lips this time.

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I'M GONNA CRY MALLEUS

WHY IS HE GRABBING ONTO HIS TSUM LIKE A BOWLING BALL IT'S SO FUNNY OH MY GOD

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now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs

summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons type of post: headcanons characters: all nrc students additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up

crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake

he acts so... casual about it?

swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"

"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"

okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?

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Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you

"To what?"

Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."

(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)

Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices

"So you'll let me go once you get me?"

"Uhhh..."

Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him

Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him

(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)

Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess

even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny

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incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast

you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!

of all the irresponsible things...

of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too

purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble

he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours

of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too

going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?

I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?

actually don't answer that

...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio

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Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie

but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?

for one, you'd make a really good pillow

he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that

and malleus would hate it

...that's reason enough for him

plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?

either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie

news travels fast around school, after all

then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed

that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!

besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!

so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price

he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

now, Azul is annoyed

once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about

talk about good marketing...

why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a café brand deal tie-in!

of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary

it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one

Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the café a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof

though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion

a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around

and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says

"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"

hint: he is not

the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it

(AKA infinite sleepovers)

and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!

he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in

right next to his of course :)

and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you

after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him

You don't always get what you want

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable

he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner

with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...

when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs

oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?

of all the silly, immature things...

oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding

(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)

Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile

but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately

with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"

Idia understandably freaks out

"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"

(liar)

(...but this is still different)

the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus

"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."

Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"

"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"

"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"

Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege

Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made

he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident

though, of course, he goes to you first

seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week

and he's in a great mood!

"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"

you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"

"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"

you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"

"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"

certainly he's not this naive, you think

"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"

he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"

huh. that was a strange way of putting it

but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it

and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!

"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"

he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"

"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"

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Sleepy Cuddles With Diavolo

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x f!reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings/contents: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Notes: I don’t think I really have much to say for this. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, it was so much fun to take his character and make him such a sweet and loving fiancé who’d be on your side no matter what. So, with the thought in mind, I rolled with the idea and 2k words later, here we are! I hope that you guys can enjoy this chapter!

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Ravens, crows, or corvids in general choose a mate once and live with them for the rest of their lives. The pair would take to the skies for synchronized flying as a form of love bonding.

So Meleanor and Levan would probably often go out together to flirt-fly. Whenever they'd fly out as adults, they'd probably remember sneaking out as children and trying to lose a very worried, panicking Lilia hot on their heels. Levan would try to sneak Meleanor back in before the sun rises, but they'd get busted by a chillingly calm Maleficia already sitting by her daughter's bedside.

I like to think Malleus inherits this trait from his father. He'd pass by Lilia's room to make sure he's asleep before quietly heading out to take you on a midnight flight. With a chuckle, Lilia would rise and sit by his window; deep in reminiscence as he watches two shadows gracefully gliding through the moon's glow. The boy may have unmistakably inherited most of his mother, but the quiet romantic in his heart is most certainly his father's.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #lilia vanrouge #meleanor draconia #papa draconia

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My personal headcanon is that the way Fae asks for their lover's hand in marriage is by weaving them a flower ring and proposing to them, they either cast a spell to not wilt or to change the flower ring regularly

So imagine the shock when you jokingly proposing to any of the diansomia boys with a flower ring

(This applies to qny of them, but i had silver in mind)

(Also just dumping my tjoughts here)

THIS IS SO CUTE I ☹☹

fuck ir this is so cutr im doing all of them

♡

• sebek zigvolt

both of you were walking in the garden, while he was talking about how great malleus is, you busied yourself with a flower ring

it was a bit simple to make, you wondered if your half fae boyfriend would like your little creation

while he was still talking, you went in front of him and presented him the ring, making him stop for a moment.

his reaction was priceless, just a blank stare with blown eyes once he realized what it was LMAOOO 😭

"HUMAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, PROPOSING TO ME WHILE WE ARE STILL SCHOOLING?!"

"sebek what."

turns out you didn't know a thing about fae stuff and all that, he calmed down and accepted the ring

.. silver saw him staring at the wall blankly with tears running down his eyes before looking out the window, revealing you messing around with ace

he was a bit sulky once he found out you didn't know a thing about fae culture and actually thought you were proposing 😭🙏

keeps the ring on, you can see his flustered face whenever he walks around and lilia is teasing him about it

♡

• silver vanrouge

as usual, silver was asleep in the garden. typical

while bored out of your mind, you decided to make a flower ring for your sleepy boyfriend so you can surprise it with him once he wakes up.

with your fingers delicately working on the flower and stickig it onto the ring, you felt silver wrapping his arms around you

his head resting on your shoulders as he asked what you were doing while he was still half asleep, his eyes widened a bit once seeing the object in your hands as you showed it to him.

"[name], are you sure you want to marry me? im not an ideal husband, but i can try to provide and such. if we were to have kids then-"

"silver wtf are you on about."

oh. yeah, you didn't know anything about fae customs.

he was taught about fae culture from lilia lolz, he embarrassingly hid his face from you as you put the ring on his gloved hand.

he wears it daily and often asks lilia to cast a spell on it whenever he sees it withering.

♡

• lilia vanrouge

while you were out somewhere, probably at sams shop, you saw a pretty looking flower ring.

thinking of lilia and how he would rather enjoy the small gift you bought for him, you purchased the said items alongside a few more.

walking back to the campus, you could only be fnaf jumpscared by lilia who popped up in front of you, upside down, like a bat.

recovering from your surprise, you quickly boop him on his nose, makig him laugh before standing up like an actual human being.

sitting down on the ground, you showed him everything you purchased. from antiques to books.

once you showed him the flower ring, his smile turned into a straight line as he stared at you.

it wouldn't be long until he smiled sadly, knowing you didn't know a thing that you just did.

"are you trying to propose? haha, in fae culture, we usually propose through flower rings."

"oh.. then, consider this as my promise to marry you!"

.. just like meleanor.

he could only laugh as he puts it on, did the shine in his eyes get larger?

he wears it wherever he goes, he hopes the day of your actual proposal is soon.

♡

• malleus draconia

you were staying in your dorm before you heard the knock, like, the knock. your boyfriend is here to take you out on a nightly stroll!!

grabbing your jacket, knowing it's a rather chilly night, you noticed the flower ring your made yesterday for him. bringing it with you, you opened the doors and saw him patiently waiting.

holding your hand in his, the moon shining its light down on the pavement the both of you stepped on, the both of you either talked or kept on walking in comfortable silence.

the next moment you brought on a new topic, you pulled out the ring, making him stop taking a few steps forward as he stood there in shock.

it wouldnt be long until fireflies decorated the area near you two, giving it a melodramatic scene as you stood there, utterly confused.

"i accept, man of child."

"malleus what do you mean 😦"

turns out you knew nothing, not even a shred of fae culture.

the fireflies would be gone and it would start raining LMAOOO

he thought you were serious, well, you were; about the whole ring thing, but he didn't think that,,,, ☹

very well then, he shall be content with the trinkets he has now.

having the ring on him, he gets all giddy now whenever he looks at it and never takes it off.

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Ooohhh any head cannons with malleus! Yutu and how diasomnia reacts to them?

Ah yes the banished Prince. I was wondering when I was going to get an ask about him, and I admit I am a bit surprised it was only the one unlike a certain other prince. It's rather fitting to come back to Yutu posts with him though, there's a great deal of tragedy to be had with Malleus in this ayuu.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. SPOILERS FROM BOOK 7 ON HOW DRAGON FAE REPRODUCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

I've mentioned it before but Malleus! Yutu plays by half elf rules. He's very young looking, he's around the same age that Yuu is, whatever you think that is, but he looks around 15 at most and shares his father's eyes and teeth. Even in your world he had a reputation for being quite baby faced, this annoys him quite a lot, though he keeps his outrage to a brief pout if the person talking about it is Yuu.

Yuu remembers Malleus being their best friend, someone who was socially awkward due to isolation and came off as intense and scary because of it. They go to great lengths to try and encourage Yutu to make friends, but the public opinion of them as weirdos really hinders this and is only increased as Yutu matures. This Yutu doesn't like people very much, he grows up assuming everyone is mean and overly judgemental and that he will never be truly accepted for who he is no matter how hard he tries.

Being born in a different world does not make him any less of a Draconia, though unlike his father he is less prone to rage and more to long periods of melancholy; he is very much that sensitive goth kid with reams of bad poetry he will want to burn when he gets older and a love for rainy days. He has a deep love for classical poetry, music, and old clothes. If the area where Yuu lived had a ren faire then you can best bet Yuu took him there as a special treat more than once, he loves seeing all the medieval outfits and activities. He's explored every cemetery your town has, knows all of it's weird rumors, and any fun history stuff that might have happened in and around it, something he retains when transported to Twisted Wonderland. There are few people who know more about the history of Night Raven College than Yutu Draconia, for better or worse.

His interest in the macabre effects how he sees his parent's situation. While other Yutus might have needed time to adjust to the idea of magic and curses, Malleus! Yutu always firmly believed in it and assumed that was exactly what had happened to his parent. He went back and forth on his beliefs about his father, as a small child he thought of his father as a wonderful person who loved his parent so much that he must be searching for them surely, and that any day now he would swoop in and fly Yuu and him away to where they really belonged. When that never happened he began to wonder if maybe his father saw his relationship with Yuu as a mistake and that their memories had been altered purposefully to hide his identity. Whatever the truth, Yutu has decided that his loyalty is to Yuu, and that no matter who is trying to harm them he will hunt them down and have his revenge.

He announces as much to Crewel after he arrives in the mirror chamber, magic sparking at his finger tips as he roars it with a force he didn't know he had and immediately starts hacking at how dry his throat has become. It's very cute and not as intimidating as he might have wanted, but his point comes across well enough. Diasomnia is extremely pleased to have a Draconia back in the Housewarden's seat, though Yutu is less than pleased with this new position of authority.

The transition of being a hated outcast to the rightful King of a literal fallen kingdom is jarring. Learning of his father's controversial marriage to Yuu, of the uproar caused by their disappearance and his father's outright refusal to ever give up hope that his child and spouse would return is heartbreaking. Silver and Sebek had standing orders to go to them when not if they did, that's how badly his father wanted to believe he would be back. He was barely able to live with himself without them, but he had to. He had a kingdom relying on him, and someone else too.

We have gone back and forth in these posts about giving Yutu a sibling, but Malleus! Yutu absolutely has one. Dragon fae create eggs from magic and their partner's love, so in this scenario Malleus and Yuu decided to have two children, one that Mal would nourish and one that Yuu would. Technically, the Crown Princess is older than Yutu, but since she hatched from an egg she matures even slower than he does. She did grow faster than her father, the ability to transform into a human came much more naturally to her because of Yuu's love, but she doesn't look or sound much older than six. You are insane if you think this means she thinks of herself as the younger sibling though, her egg was older by two whole years so there! That means she is in charge! So Yutu absolutely has to stop learning boring "political smience" or whatever and play with her RIGHT NOW. She's wanted to meet him for so long TᴖT how dare her little brother deny her TᴖT look at her she's so cute how could he even think of scolding her TᴖT oh jail for brother jail for 1000 years TᴖT

Yutu might hate socializing and have a negative view of people but he absolutely adores his sister and thinks of himself as the big brother. He lets her claim to be in charge in the same way Malleus let Sebek do whatever he wanted because he finds it amusing. It is not uncommon to see the King in Exile holding court with the Crown Princess on his lap, rocking her softly as she naps. It helps solidify his control over what remains of Briar Valley, they might have been skeptical about having a half human King who cannot even transform into a dragon, but his professed dedication to his father's legacy of sacrifice and the clear adoration of his sister make his authority tough to deny.

Speaking of sacrifice, going back in time was hard for Malleus! Yutu. He felt there was absolutely no way he could bring his sister back with him because of how young she was and he was skeptical of whether or not it would even work. If it didn't he would be depriving Briar Valley of a king again, but if it did well. Then he would never need to be king in the first place, which Yutu finds reliving. While he did step up to the task, all he ever really wanted was to live with his father, Yuu, and now his sister in whatever way would have been normal for them. Sure, that normal turns out to have been quite abnormal, but that doesn't mean he still does not want it.

When the Once and Never King sees his father he has maybe more information than any of the other Yutus, even those who had met their dads. He conducted lengthy interviews with both Silver and Sebek, compiling a great pile of notes that he went through over and over again trying to come up with a strategy. All of that planning goes out the window when they actually meet, Yuu asks for permission from Tsunotarou to introduce the two of them, thinking it would be nice for both him and Yutu to have more friends and Malleus is just intrigued enough to say yes.

So this is a dragon fae. It's the only thing Yutu can bring himself to think when he sees Malleus, the other, more intense thoughts and emotions are distracted by the fireflies that accompany his father's arrival. They're beautiful, he can't remember having seen anything like them before, certainly not in his future. His father looks at him in brief surprise, and magic tingles up Yutu's spine. It's similar to the feeling he had when he first saw his sister, like recognizing like and seeking to form a connection. It hurts to shut himself off, but he smiles and focuses on his humanity as he puts forward his hand. "Hello Mr. Tsunotarou, I'm Yutu." The smile that stretches its way across Malleus's face is pure amusement, he must have really liked this ruse. What did Yuu think about that when they learned?

"My the humans of your world are certainly brave." He shakes his hand proudly, clearly pleased at the normalcy of Yutu's treatment but still painfully unaware how to be normal about it. "I am deeply pleased to make your acquaintance."

Malleus adores Yutu. There's just something about him that activates a part of him that he wasn't aware of before, and while he doesn't understand what those emotions are he recognizes his increased need to be protective of Yuu for exactly what it is. His mind thinks of Yuu as his mate, in body and soul, and that does terrify him slightly. Yuu is so tragically human, they'll die if he takes them home. They'll die if he lets them go to their home. They'll die if he never says anything at all and lets his love rot out his heart alone in his tower while they freely move through the world without ever having known of his emotions-

I haven't given much thought as to how I would want a Malleyuu confession to go down, but I could see them starting a sort of awkward courting process where Malleus takes them for long, late night walks in the forest to slow dance alone, brings them roses and handcrafted jewels he silently begs for them to wear to show just how close they are getting- but however it happens there is at least an understanding that there is something between them by the time Yutu's disguise is knocked off and he's forced to come clean.

It's a reveal Malleus does not take well. Oh not that he hates his son, he is overwhelmed with such a powerful love and joy at the mere concept of his existence he could never- no it's the fact that his future. His happy ending, that he fucking deserves after everything that his family has been through, was robbed from him and he wasn't able to do anything about it other than go to sleep? Him? The most powerful mage (fifth actually but he doesn't care about that) in existence couldn't stop that? Unacceptable.

After Yuu gets him to calm down and soothes the brewing thunderstorm they both are very focused on the well being of their child. I feel like both Yuu and Malleus would want Yutu to have a chance to just enjoy himself, for him to take off the crown he was never meant to have and just. Breathe for a moment. That's part of Malleus's motivation for introducing him as his son to the Diasomnia gang, he wants his child to have a chance to have some fun with his Uncles and Pee Paw Lilia.

Sebek bursts into tears when he learns of Waka Sama jr's existence. I think he feels a sort of kinship with Yutu, they're both half fae and they both have a deep respect for Malleus. He's very shy when he sees how much respect Yutu has for him. He's surprisingly humble when Yutu thanks him for protecting him in the future, insisting that he was just doing his job. He likes listening to Yutu play the piano, I could see Yutu trying to teach Sebek how to play an instrument, partially to spend time with him and partially just because he is curious as to how tone deaf Sebek can be.

Silver is deeply concerned about Yuu and Yutu's safety. He organizes with Sebek and Lilia to change up their patrols to include defending the new members of the royal family . He is a bit confused as to why Yutu wants to just hang out with him when all he really does is train, but he also is glad that the little prince is willing to train with him and take Silver's concerns about his safety seriously. I could see Silver apologizing for not being able to defend his parent, genuinely distressed about his situation and Yutu being a bit awkward about it. He never thought to blame Silver ever, why would he? Yutu is not unused to Silver's kindness, but it still overwhelms him. It's a pure sort of love that challenges what Yutu thinks about the world, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Now. Mr. Pee Paw. Lilia is probably the most excited out of the entire group, look at this kid. You see him? Living physical proof that humans and fae can get along! If a Draconia did it then you can too, Grandpa Leven would be so proud! The future is concerning sure, but now that he knows about it he can plan for it. Lilia might be old, but he is still has some fight left in him, and he is very happy to use it on securing Malleus's family's future.

Yes, he does try to cook for Yutu. He wants to make him a birthday cake because he insists that they should throw him a party even if it isn't his birthday so he can have one with his Pee Paw and Dad. Yes everyone forces Yutu to distract him so they can make sure they've got something edible. He's so sad about it, how could they, jail for the little prince, jail for 1000 years.

Malleus is overly confident about his ability to change the future. Failure isn't an option as far as he is concerned, he will find the person who dared to corrupt his perfect future and he will have his due. His son will never have to live in a world without him, and he will never have to live in a world that rejected Yuu. Someone clearly needs to be reminded of just who Malleus Draconia is, and that memory will not be pretty.

Bonus

So the little crown princess. She learns that her idiot younger brother is planning to go back in time without her and she is very angry about this. How dare he, she knows he can't do anything without her so she makes sure to tag along anyway.

I toyed with the future kid reveal coming from her just marching up to Yutu and giving him orders, but I also like the idea of the Draconia family finding her lost in the woods crying because of how distressed she is that she can't find her little brother. Either way she doesn't understand the need for secrecy and wants to spend every single second she can with her parents. She causes a lot of rain when she finally gets to meet Yuu in person, she had so many dreams about meeting them and now they're real and she can hug them- she's just got too many emotions in her little body send help.

The Draconia family has pretty easy to follow naming theme, but I wasn't too certain about what names to give Yutu and his sister. I like the idea of Princess Draconia being named Mallia after Lilia but I am less certain about Yutu. In my notes Miss Princes was just called Princess Tamago because she hatched out of an egg. That's not her name but I could see that being something Yutu calls her.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus x reader #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader

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Ooohhh any head cannons with malleus! Yutu and how diasomnia reacts to them?

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. SPOILERS FROM BOOK 7 ON HOW DRAGON FAE REPRODUCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Bonus

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus x reader #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader

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The One He Can't Have || All for One x GN! Reader || Chapter One

Summary: His interest in you is piqued.

SFW

Word Count: ~3350

WARNINGS: swearing, canon-typical violence, otherwise none.

A/N: This has been in my head for a while, and I finally decided with all the free time I have now to write it down. I was also inspired by @nonobadcat 's (i hope you don't mind me tagging you) AMAZING AFO x reader series. If you are OVER 18 I highly recommend it. It's probably a million times better than this will be. This fic is set just after the USJ incident (right after the other LOV members like toga and dabi get recruited), in an AU where AFO never got his face all jacked by All Might. Feel free to ask to be on the taglist.

It wasn't often that you wished you were born with a different quirk, but anything that could make you run faster in this moment would be a godsend.

Apart from the sound of the torrential downpour of rain, the only thing that you could hear was your own heavy breath and the sound of your shoes hitting the wet pavement, slightly muffled by the hoodie you pulled up at the start of your journey.

You weren't even sure why you were running, it's not like anyone saw you. You were smart; made sure to do this after nightfall when no one was in the office. However, running just seemed to fit better than taking a leisurely stroll.

Your focus from your running was suddenly and violently broken by the sound of metal crashing onto the wet ground, followed by pain in your forearms and knees as you fell alongside it. Blinking the initial shock out of your eyes, you looked up to see that you had inadvertently knocked over a trashcan someone had haphazardly left out in the middle of the damned sidewalk. And now, that certain someone was mad at you.

"What's the matter with you?!" You heard a femmale voice shout, followed by a dog barking loudly in your direction. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the owner of the voice as well as the barks; a woman with a mutant quirk and her mid-sized dog.

Scrambling to your feet again, you called out a quick "s-sorry" as you started to run again. Before you got too far, you looked down to check in your balled fist again.

Good. It was still there.

With that relief, you put your focus back into running, making sure to keep some of your conscious allocated into watching your surroundings. Although it was much harder to see with the cold rain, judging by the quality of the buildings around you and the lack of people nearby, you knew you were soon coming upon your destination.

Keeping your pace steady, you scanned your eyes across the various buildings and run-down strip-centers. Your sources didn't give much a description to go on, but you took their advice to heart.

"You'll know it when you see it," they said.

Despite seeming like the least untrustworthy people in Japan, they weren't lying.

Bingo.

After what seemed like forever, you finally slowed your pace to a halt in front of a very discrete, grey building, with only a dim yellow light above the entrance illuminating it. You were grateful that there was a dingy portico above the door, so you could finally get out of the rain.

Your deep, heavy breaths were like ice in your lungs as you rested your hands on your knees, your face hot as you tried to catch your breath. You figured that there was still a fuck ton of adrenaline in your system, since your legs didn't feel sore at all. Wiping the water off of your forehead, you checked in your fist one last time for the reason why you were doing all this shit in the first place.

Sure enough, it was still there. Just a little moist from being in your sweaty palm for so long.

Upon looking at it, you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter. Straightening your stance back up, you looked at the door in front of you. You felt yourself bite your bottom lip nervously.

You knew what was behind there. It wasn't just the people everyone told you to avoid like the damned plague, no; it was so much more than that.

It was the start of forever: the start of the new you, and the start of your new life.

You were soaked to the bone in cold rain water. You smelled like trash and sweat. You didn't look threatening at all.

But this was it.

You knew why you came here. It was still secured right in the palm of your hand.

You came all this way, in the middle of the night in the middle of a rainstorm.

There was no going back now.

Sucking in a deep breath, you held it in your lungs as you rapped your knuckles against the door, almost startled by just how loud it was.

You stared down at the puddle around your shoes as you waited for a response. It was taking for-fucking-ever. But you knew they had to be in there.

Where else would they be at a time like this? With the news and cops trying to get up their ass?

Even still, the silence annoyed you greatly.

Just cut to the chase already, damn it. You guys will want this.

After a whole eternity and a half (which, in a way, you could understand; it couldn't be often that some rando just shows up here), you heard heavy footsteps on the other side, followed by a surprisingly deep yet elegant voice. Although, you were puzzled by just how... warped, it sounded.

"Who goes there?" You heard the voice say from the other side. Male, you quickly deduced.

"I-I..." You responded, pausing a second to think about your response, "An ally."

Silence.

You squeezed the object in your hand tighter.

"Leave this place," the voice responded, "You have no purpose to-"

"I work for UA." You blurted out, shutting up the voice behind the door.

You were greeted with silence again, but this time it really made you nervous. If you were going to be turned away, now would be the time. You told them your relationship with UA far too earlier than you wanted to, but forgave yourself on the premise that you were skittish out here, and didn't want to be turned down as soon as you got here.

Even still, you wish that the people behind the door would hurry the fuck up. You here cold as shit.

Just about when you were about to swear that you were going to die right there of hypothermia, the large metal door clicked and opened up with a woosh, the light inside the place hitting your face and blinding you momentarily. Blinking, you looked up and put a hand on your forehead as a makeshift visor, giving you a clearer view of the man behind the door.

Of all things, you weren't expecting a wholeass cloud in a suit to be behind the door. It was a nice looking suit, you will admit, but upon looking at him further, you knew exactly who this was. This was the villain that the kids told you about from the USJ incident; the guy they said had a gate quirk and nearly wiped out Thirteen.

Something about that gave you a chill up your spine.

After a brief staring contest between you and him, he stepped to the side, seeming to invite you into the building.

You wondered if you should say something as you stepped through the door, but everything you thought of just seemed to be awkward. You simply just mumbled out a quiet "thank you".

After the warp gate guy closed the door behind you, you finally mustered up enough courage to pick your gaze up off the floor to look at your surroundings.

Although it had been years since you last attended a class of any kind, you felt as if you were right back in one about to give a speech you barely prepared for. Everyone in the room was staring at you in dead silence. Or, at least, you assumed everyone. It was hard to tell with a some of them.

At one of the tables in the corner was a guy with a bunch of hideous scars all over him, as well as a young looking girl to his right, a huge smile on her face Next to her was a grown dude, covered head to toe in some sort of bodysuit. At the bar (you found it quite odd yet fitting that a hideout for villains was a bar), there was a youngish looking man with a creepy hand over his face, his own non-severed hands hanging down from his lap. In the other corner was a guy with a mutant quirk that made him look like some sort of lizard. Next to him was a woman with sunglasses and a huge magnet. Leaning against the wall next to her was a very dapper looking guy, an odd mask covering his face.

Quite the bunch.

Off in the corner behind those three, you noticed a laptop set up with a webcam pointing into the room. The screen was blank, except for a message that read "audio only" across the middle of it.

A one way video call?

You wondered who was on the other end.

Still feeling everyone's gaze, you started to feel more and more uncomfortable. Hell, you even felt uncomfortable being looked at by the damned webcam in the corner. Who knows where the hell that could be streaming to.

Getting sick of the feeling, you put on the bravest face you could and opened your mouth to say something, only to be quickly cut off by the man with the severed hand over his face.

"How exactly did you find our hideout?" He questioned you, his hands twitching at the fingertips.

Looking over to him, you swallowed your spit before you responded.

"If you're worried that other people at UA know, don't be," you said, "I didn't tell anyone, and I came here alone. Made sure I wasn't followed, either."

"And how exactly can we be sure of that?" The man asked

A fair question.

"It's as I said at the door," you responded, "I'm an ally."

"You work for UA." The guy with the burns piped up.

"I don't see why that has to matter." you say, "From the looks of it, you all are in dire need of help."

This seemed to anger the dude at the bar. He grumbled to himself as he brought at hand up to his neck and started to scratch.

Getting a better look at him, and observing his actions, you were able to piece together who he was. He was the other guy the kids told you about, the one that almost killed Tsu, and would have it if wasn't for Shota.

You shifted your weight nervously.

He was probably the most unstable of all of them.

You had to tread lightly.

"Of course it matters." the hand man rasped, "You are exactly the type of people we wish to destroy."

Not good.

"I swear that I'm not like the other people at UA. I'm not a hero, I'm just-"

"Then why are you here?" The hand man rasped again, more angrily this time.

"I..."

You had to turn this around. Fast.

"I have something. That would be in your interest." you say.

Silence.

Shit.

The man at the bar stops scratching his neck abruptly.

Shit.

He grumbles again, even more frustrated this time.

Shit.

He pushes himself up off of the bar, making his way over to you.

Shit.

"Something?" He asks rhetorically, walking in an almost zombie-like manner over to you. "As if you heroes would have anything that we would want."

"I'm not a her-"

"Of course you are! You came all the way here didn't you? If it wasn't to kill us, then it was for something else right? A way to get justice all on your own? Do you think it's noble? Coming here without telling anyone? Taking all the credit for yourself?"

"Tomura Shigaraki-" you heard the misty guy say behind you.

"Well, it's not. You fake heroes..." The guy, Tomura, said to you, one of his eyes peeking out between the fingers of the hand on his face, "All with your own form of fake 'justice'..."

A pause.

The tension is thick.

There's static in the air.

The rain outside is the only noise.

You stare at the villain in front of you.

You keep your brave face up.

You were ready for anything.

You brace yourself.

The man yells.

"It makes me SICK!"

Quickly, and faster than you had ever seen anyone of his size and stature move before, the man lunges to you. Out of instinct, you take a step back. From behind you, you hear the mist guy call out Tomura's name again.

You see Tomura bring his bare hand up, reaching out to you. Your eyes go wide. You see the mist guy try and make a gate.

But it was too late.

His fingers make contact with the skin of your face.

His hand is cold.

His fingertips tingle against your skin.

You close your eyes.

...

Nothing.

You open your eyes again.

Tomura's masked face is uncomfortably close to yours.

You can still see his eye peeking out between the fingers.

You focus your gaze upon it.

You see in his red, brooding eyes...

Confusion.

Pure, raw, bewilderment.

You realize his hand is still on your face.

It's getting awkward now.

You reach up and wrap your hand around his wrist, slowly taking his hand off your face.

"Are you done now?" you ask, tired of the charade and wanting to get to the reason why you were here.

You get no response. Tomura's hand hovers in place where you took it off.

"But..." he whispers out, barely audible.

Harshly, he grabs your arm, making you let out a startled yelp. He pushes up your sleeve presses his five bare fingertips to your skin again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Now you're just as confused as he is.

"Um..." you say, yanking your arm away, "Right, so-"

"H-How..." Tomura says, cutting you off, "That... That's cheating. That's impossible."

Out of bewilderment, you look around the room for some sort of explanation. Instead, you are met with more expressions of shock, confusion, or both.

Tomura grabs your arm again, this time even more forceful. You wince as he twists your arm in his grasp.

"How are you doing this?!" He asks you loudly, his eye transfixed onto you.

"I-I," you respond, "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"You know exactly-"

"Tomura Shigaraki." You hear the warp gate villain say behind you. At the sound of his name, Tomura loosens his grip on you, his attention now on the mist villain.

"It is likely best we hear what our guest has to say." The mist villain continued.

Pausing for a brief second, Tomura gives you one last look before he lets you go, his hands immediately going to his neck to scratch it. He fumbles back over to sit at the bar, and you rub your arm where he grabbed it.

The warp-gate villain gives a look to the others in the room except for Tomura and himself and nods for them to leave. They all give you one last look as they exit the bar, exchanging a few whispers to themselves as they go. Once they are all gone, the warp villain steps around you to go behind the bar, now able to get a better look at you.

"I apologize for Tomura Shigaraki's blunt manner of handling these situations." He says to you.

You shrug in reply.

"May I ask your name?" The mist guy asks you.

"I'm...(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he echoes, "What is your purpose of being here?"

"I'm here as an ally. I... want to help."

"Help?"

"Yes."

"(Y/N), what is your purpose of-"

"That will be all, Kurogiri." You hear a new voice say. You are quickly able to tell that it wasn't the mist dude, Kurogiri's, nor Tomura's.

This must mean it was the computer.

Tomura seems to perk up at this.

"Master..." he whispers out.

Master? The computer?

That's definitely a first.

"(Y/N)..." you hear the voice from the computer say. It was male, deep, and honestly, smooth as silk. There was almost a purr to it too, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter again. The voice said your name as if you were someone truly important, someone worth the light of day.

You found this... interesting.

"(Y/N)," the voice echos, "Young Tomura has a very unique quirk. You see, anything he touches with all five fingers, crumbles to dust within seconds. But, you, however..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and frankly, he didn't have to.

You got what he was trying to ask.

"It's my quirk." you answer, holding up your arm as a sort of show-and-tell item, "It's called... well, it's not really all that unique of a name, but it's called indestructability."

A pause of silence.

You can practically hear the man behind the screen grin ear to ear.

"Do tell me more." He says.

You shift your weight nervously, dampening your lips before you continue.

"Well, it's as you probably saw. I'm immune to all types of quirks. Basically, none of them can cause me any harm, and none of them have any effect on me. Like with, um, Tomura, no matter how many times he touches me or for how long, I'll never turn to dust. And if someone with a mutant quirk were to attack me, they'd be weakened to a point where I barely feel the hit. Hell, probably, even if All Might were to punch me full-force right in the face, I'd still feel nothing. But it's a double edged sword. I'm not able to get any effects of good quirks either, like healing ones or power-up ones unless I willingly let them effect me. I'm still able to get physically injured through non-quirk-means though, like paper cuts and nosebleeds. And my quirk still works when I'm asleep or passed out, it's just when I willingly turn it off does it not work."

You lower your arm and stare back into the blank computer screen. You felt nervous, scared even, but you weren't sure why. Surely, if these people wanted you dead, you would already be so right now.

There was no reason for you to be scared.

But, for some reason, you were.

Another silence hung over the room, only broken by the pitter patter of the rain outside. You didn't feel ballsy enough to break the silence, and prayed to god that either Tomrua, Kurogiri, or the computer man would do it for you. But, as the seconds ticked by, it seemed that your prayers would be unanswered.

"Kurogiri," the man behind the computer screen said, making you startled, "send this one to me immediately. I wish to converse with them personally."

You weren't sure as to why, but the way that the computer man said those words made a faint heat rush to your cheeks. He was just a voice as of right now, but still. A hot voice nonetheless.

Both Tomura and Kurogiri seemed to be a bit surprised by this, however, judging how they both shot their gaze to the computer screen.

This made you feel all the more special.

"At once." Kurogiri replied.

The computer screen turned black after that, and you assumed that meant the man at the other end of the line hung up.

Darting your eyes between both Tomura and Kurogiri, you felt another twinge of fear rising up in your stomach, making you clutch the object in your hand tight once again. The mist villain stepped out from behind the bar, and before you could even realize what was going on, a huge black, swirling portal opened up a few feet in front of you.

It looked just like the kids back at UA described.

"Are you ready?" Kurogiri asked you, his yellow... eyes? Transfixed right upon you.

You wet your lips nervously.

"Do I really have a choice?" you ask.

You were met with silence.

That must mean no.

Looking back to the portal in front of you, a thought raced across the back of your mind.

It seemed to come from nowhere but everywhere at once.

Something about the man behind the computer...

You saw the rest of your life in.

You were both terrified but strangely excited as you stepped through the warp gate.

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