Summary: Lilia's beloved husband, male!reader, dies while he is fighting on the front lines during the human-fae war.
Genre: Angst, hurt/no comfort
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge (Twisted Wonderland)x male!reader / reader has the fantasy chronic illness
- 2nd person POV, one shot -
- divider: @thanathecreator (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
A/N: My first fanfic on Tumblr, I really hope that you guys like this one.
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🎶 recommendation: Army dreamers — Kate Bush
What is the point of war? To gain power, land? Or to lose countless soldiers, countless civilians who had the misfortune of living? To spill acres of blood and cut off every limb on a peasant who had no other means of surviving besides signing their lives off in hopes to recieve even a bit of bread and drinking water? Or could the ultimate goal be separating families? To drag away husbands, fathers, brothers and sons into battle, to give them armour and swords and force them to defend the homeland that has done and will continue to do nothing but leave them begging on the streets after releasing them from military duty?
Most wars end in devastating amounts of death, ruthlessly devouring children and assaulting women. If your homeland is on the losing side you face humiliation and despair, if on the winning then no one other than its rulers are left with joy and fill their days with celebration. Most soldiers don't return but, the ones that do are forced to go back to normal and continue their previous lives with no one to understand the terrors they've faced. Many wives are left with husks of people they've once loved deeply, their hands and feet ruined from the grueling work they've had to take up during the absence of their beloveds.
Some lonely men, whether they would return or not, had married right before they were drafted. At least then they could have something to drive them forward. The thought of having someone waiting for you at home was comforting, it pulled some out of their righteous fear of dying at any possible second. It gave them all a shared topic to talk about, just mention having a wife and wishing to see her once more, then someone would join in and mention their own and the conversation would carry on. Lilia was amongst those men, he had gotten married exactly 3 years before he was called to war.
Luckily for Lilia, you weren't drafted. Not seeing his husband die from a human's sword had placed a temporary ease on his mind and heart. Temporary ease. Unluckily for both of you, you would be left at home forever bound to a bed in your shared cottage. You were sick when you met Lilia and your condition had only gotten worse, your bones ached and ached until you could no longer move from the pain. At times, when you'd cough, blood would spill and your lungs felt as if they were repeatedly pricked by needles. Even your skin felt uncomfortable, so cold to the touch, how could anyone enjoy your presence? You must have committed a great crime in your past life for you to be so punished in this one.
But Lilia didn't mind. He, much like you, had been abandoned. Abandoned and left on his own. Perhaps that is why your paths crossed on a sunny day in the middle of the summer solstice. He had found you writhing in pain on the ground and had brought you to his little house, the house you would unknowingly remain in until your very last breath. How joyful your life with him was, he was a grump but when it came to you, oh how sweet he became. It was like a stray cat finally being adopted, wary and harsh at the start but now he curled into your lap. He didn't mind carrying you to the bath and washing you himself, he didn't mind cooking you meals and chopping wood the entire summer just to keep you safe from the winter frost. For every festival he'd bring you back a trinket along with himself in a jolly mood and soon a kiss to celebrate.
".. You'll get sick yourself, silly.." you'd scold him often, but your words went through one ear and out the other. Then, accompanied with a rare and sheepish smile, he'd often reply "Perhaps that way I would take away your illness and cure you".
How kind of him to dream of such a thing. How truly kind of him to help you with chores and to deliver you medicine even in the worst of storms after which you'd force him to get a bath lest he be bedridden as well. Though, his reasoning wouldn't be as harsh as yours, a common cold was nothing compared to your sickness most doctors didn't even know how to name.
How kind of him to run home as soon as the war ended even if his leg was broken. But how unkind of him to think that you'd still be waiting for him in this storm like the many times you've done so before. Lilia entered the cottage and called out for you so many times, so many times only to come into the bedroom and see you sleeping so peacefully. So peacefully one would think that you are dead. "Oh, my pearl thank the seven.. I thought that you would remarry with me being gone for so long." He whispered to you, though you could not hear him, how deeply asleep you were!
He changed out of his armour and bandaged his leg, wrapping the broken thing in white cloth all the while hissing from the herbs that touched the slashes placed by iron swords. He had been apart from you for 5 whole years. 5 whole years without seeing his darling husband. How he missed your touch, though your hands were cold, they were so gentle to him. So kind to him. He laid his tired head upon your chest, wishing to hear your heartbeat like many times before.
There was none. There was no heartbeat. There was no life in you.
Lilia screamed once the realization that you truly are gone forever had settled in. Screamed and cried for days until he finally buried you in the little garden behind the cottage. And centuries later, he came back for you. He sat down in front of your grave and placed your favourite flowers in a vase. They sat there happily moving from the breeze, an incoming storm. Perhaps the same one that took your soul away from Briar Valley.
You meet a man who claims to be a prince from another world, after a love life full of disappointments and failed connections. As his impossible story begins to prove disturbingly real, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect.
Author's Note: After watching Master of the Universe (2026) and seeing Nicholas Galitzine at his best as Adam, I decided to write a chapter of a fanfic or a one-shot. It depends on whether anyone likes it. This chapter, like others, contains spoilers for the movie's plot. However, there will be changes in several parts as well. The characters don't belong to me.
ONE
The moment you spotted your ex-boyfriend walking through the restaurant doors, your entire evening went to hell.
You had been hoping, against all logic, that you might get through dinner without seeing him, without hearing his voice, and without having to relive every miserable argument that had followed the breakup. That hope lasted exactly until the second he stepped inside and began scanning the room with that familiar, irritating confidence of his, as if he still expected the world to make space for him.
Your stomach dropped. No. Absolutely not.
You turned your face slightly, pretending to focus on your drink while your mind scrambled for anything that might keep him from noticing you. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide, no convenient distraction, and no polite excuse large enough to make the problem disappear. Then your gaze landed on a blond man sitting alone near the window. There was an empty chair across from him, a half-finished drink on the table, and enough distance between him and your ex that, if you played this right, you might be able to buy yourself a few minutes of peace.
It was a terrible idea. So naturally, you did it anyway.
You crossed the room and sat down across from the stranger before you could change your mind. He looked up immediately, and when his hazel eyes met yours, the expression on his face was one of mild surprise rather than irritation, as though he was simply trying to understand why an unfamiliar woman had chosen his table as if it belonged to her.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his tone careful but not unkind.
You swallowed, already feeling ridiculous, and lowered your voice as you glanced over your shoulder. Your ex was still inside the restaurant, still moving in your direction, and the sight of him made your pulse climb.
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “I know this is strange, but my name is Y/N, and my ex-boyfriend just walked in.”
The blond man’s brows lifted slightly at that, and he looked over your shoulder once before returning his attention to you. “All right,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to decide whether he had just been recruited into a crime. “That does sound like a problem.”
“It is,” you admitted, keeping your voice low because panic was starting to creep into it. “A very specific and very unfortunate problem. I really do not want him to see me sitting here alone, because if he does, he will come over, and I will have to pretend I am in the mood to have a civil conversation with someone who ruined my week.”
Something in the man’s expression shifted then, not into pity, exactly, but into understanding. He glanced toward the entrance again, and this time he seemed to notice the shape of the situation more clearly: your rigid posture, the way your shoulders had tightened, the way your eyes kept darting toward the door.
Before he could answer, a voice cut across the table.
“There you are.”
You went rigid all over again.
Your ex stopped beside the table with a smile that was too satisfied to be accidental, his gaze moving from you to the blond man and then back again as if he had just stumbled onto something amusing. “I thought you said you weren’t one of those women who go out with a different man every day.”
Heat rushed to your face so fast it made your ears burn, and you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The words died before they had a chance to form.
Across from you, the blond man set his glass down with unhurried precision, then looked up at your ex with a calm that made the whole exchange feel even more lopsided than it already was. “That is an incredibly strange thing to say to someone you don’t know,” he said, his voice even and controlled.
Your ex gave a dry laugh, clearly annoyed that the blond stranger had responded at all. “And who exactly are you?”
The blond man didn’t look at you right away, but you could tell he had already understood enough. His gaze flicked to your face, caught the tension there, then returned to your ex with a coolness that was somehow much more effective than anger would have been.
He leaned back slightly in his chair and extended a hand with complete composure. “Adam,” he said. “My name is Adam.”
Your ex took the offered hand, though he did it reluctantly, as if he resented the basic courtesy. “Right. Adam.”
Adam nodded once, as though the introduction had been made under the most normal of circumstances, and then looked back at your ex with a mild, almost thoughtful expression. “Can I ask why you’re speaking to her like that?”
Your ex’s jaw tightened. “I’m speaking to her just fine.”
Adam’s gaze flicked briefly to you again, and the look he gave you was quick but clear enough to make it obvious he had already decided you were uncomfortable and that was all the reason he needed. “No,” he said, still calm, “you’re really not.”
You felt your throat tighten with a strange combination of embarrassment and relief. Adam wasn’t raising his voice, and he wasn’t trying to pick a fight, but the steadiness of his tone made him sound even more impossible to ignore.
Your ex looked between the two of you, clearly irritated by the fact that he was no longer in control of the conversation. “You don’t even know her.”
Adam’s expression barely changed. “That’s true.”
The answer seemed to surprise your ex more than it surprised you, because it gave him a brief, smug pause. Then Adam continued, his voice still level and unhurried. “But I know enough to see that she doesn't want you around her.”
The silence that followed was brief, but very satisfying.
Your ex frowned. “You really think you’re in a position to judge anything here?”
Adam tilted his head slightly, considering him. “I think I’m in a position to notice when someone makes another person uncomfortable and then acts surprised when the reaction is negative.”
You had to look down at the table to hide the small, involuntary smile that threatened to show on your face. Unfortunately, your ex noticed the movement, and it only seemed to make him more annoyed.
“So what,” he said, glancing between you and Adam with open suspicion, “you’re her boyfriend now?”
The question hung in the air for half a beat.
Adam answered it without hesitation.
“Yes.”
Your head snapped up so quickly it almost hurt.
Adam didn’t even look at you. He kept his eyes on your ex, his expression steady, his tone completely convincing, as though he had not just invented a relationship out of thin air in front of a stranger. You had known him for less than two minutes, and somehow he sounded more certain about the two of you than your ex had ever sounded about anything important in his life.
Your ex stared at him. Then at you. Then back at him again.
You stayed very still, because anything else would have ruined it, and because Adam had clearly decided to take control of the situation whether you were ready for it or not.
Adam rested one arm along the back of your chair and continued speaking with the same easy confidence, as though this were a perfectly ordinary conversation. “If it helps,” he said, “she spent most of her introduction explaining that she would rather be anywhere else than in your company.”
Your ex let out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re both insane.”
Adam’s mouth curved faintly. “That’s possible.”
The ex exhaled sharply through his nose, already looking like he regretted approaching the table in the first place. “This is ridiculous.”
“Probably,” Adam said, and this time there was the faintest hint of amusement in his voice. “Although, to be fair, if I had my sword with me, this conversation would be over already.”
Your ex blinked. “Your sword?”
Adam nodded as if the subject were self-explanatory. “Yes.”
“You carry a sword?”
“Not usually to dinner.”
Your ex looked at him like he could not decide whether he was being mocked. “Why would you even have a sword?”
Adam’s expression remained perfectly serious. “Because it isn’t a simple sword.”
That made your ex pause.
Adam, apparently seeing no reason to stop, went on in the same calm, matter-of-fact tone. “It can transport me home.”
Your ex stared at him for a long moment, clearly waiting for the punchline that never came. When it did not arrive, he looked at you instead, as though expecting you to save him from whatever this was.
You did not.
Adam noticed your expression, then turned back to your ex and added, almost conversationally, “It opens a portal.”
The silence that followed was so complete it felt almost theatrical.
Your ex looked horrified now, not angry, but deeply unsettled, as if he had finally realized he was no longer dealing with a normal conversation and had somehow wandered into the wrong reality entirely. He glanced from Adam to you and back again, then shook his head in visible disbelief.
“You know what?” he said at last. “Forget it. I’m done.”
Adam gave him a small, polite nod. “Probably for the best.”
Your ex stared at both of you one final time, muttered something under his breath, and then walked away, leaving the table behind as quickly as dignity would allow.
Only after he disappeared into the crowd did you finally breathe again.
You leaned back in your chair and let out a long, stunned exhale. “Oh my God.”
Adam looked at you for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. “That went better than I expected.”
You turned slowly toward him. “You told him about a portal sword.”
“I did.”
“You said that like it was completely normal.”
“It is normal,” Adam replied, entirely sincere.
That made you laugh, though the sound came out breathier than you intended. “No, it absolutely is not.”
Adam’s eyes, hazel and amused, stayed on you as he leaned back in his chair. “You asked me to help.”
“I asked you to pretend I wasn’t alone.”
“And now you aren’t.”
You stared at him for a second, and then, despite the absurdity of the entire evening, you laughed again.
Adam smiled back, still looking far too pleased with himself for a man who had just rescued a stranger by pretending to be her boyfriend and casually insisting that his sword could open portals.
For a moment after your ex had disappeared into the crowd, neither of you said anything.
The restaurant seemed to settle back into itself around you, as though the strange little scene at your table had been nothing more than a brief inconvenience. A server passed by with a tray of drinks, cutlery clinked softly from somewhere near the bar, and the low hum of conversation slowly filled the space your ex had left behind.
You let out a breath and leaned back in your chair, still half-amused, half-exhausted by the entire exchange.
“Well,” you said, giving your head a small shake, “that was easily one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened to me.”
Across from you, Adam looked entirely too pleased with himself for someone who had just claimed to be your boyfriend in order to scare off a man he had never met before.
“I thought it went rather well,” he replied, his tone calm and almost thoughtful, as if the whole thing had been a perfectly ordinary social interaction.
That made you laugh quietly under your breath. “Of course you did.”
His mouth curved, but before either of you could say anything else, your gaze drifted toward the empty chair across from him and the half-finished drink still sitting on the table. The realization came back to you all at once.
He had been here with someone.
You straightened slightly, the earlier tension giving way to a more awkward kind of curiosity.
“I should probably let you get back to your dinner,” you said, gesturing toward the empty seat. “You already did more than enough for a complete stranger.”
Adam followed your glance to the vacant chair, then looked back at you with a faintly puzzled expression.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
You frowned. “Why not? You were clearly here with someone.”
A small, almost embarrassed look crossed his face, subtle enough that you might have missed it if you had not been watching him so closely.
“I was,” he admitted.
That alone was enough to make you narrow your eyes a little.
“And?”
Adam exhaled through his nose, as though deciding how much of the truth was worth sharing.
“And she left.”
You blinked. “She left?”
He nodded once. “About twenty minutes ago.”
You stared at him for a second before the meaning of that sank in. “Wait. So you’ve been sitting here alone this whole time?”
“Yes.”
“And she just… left?”
Adam looked down at the table with the faintest hint of resignation. “We started talking about my sword.”
That earned an immediate laugh from you. “You told your date about the sword?”
“I told her the truth.”
You gave him a look that was half disbelief, half amusement. “Adam.”
“What?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“You can’t just casually tell people you have a sword that opens portals.”
He blinked once. “Why not?”
“Because most people would think you’re insane.”
His expression shifted, just slightly. “That is a very dramatic reaction to something that is true.”
You stared at him for a beat, then let out a small helpless laugh. “Okay, that was not the answer I was expecting.”
“It’s still the correct one.”
That should have sounded ridiculous. Instead, because Adam said it with complete sincerity, it almost made sense in the strangest possible way.
You rested your elbow on the table and studied him a little more carefully now, not because you thought he was lying, but because you were starting to suspect he wasn’t. The confidence in his voice had not changed once since you had met him, and there was something deeply unnerving about how natural he seemed when talking about impossible things.
“Fine,” you said slowly, “then explain it to me.”
Adam tilted his head. “Explain what?”
“Everything.”
He looked at you for a moment, and then his expression softened into something warmer, something less guarded. It was subtle, but it made his whole face feel different, more open somehow, as if he had decided you were worth taking seriously.
"Well," he said, folding his hands on the table, "I suppose it depends on where you want me to start."
"Start with the beginning," you replied instantly, because that was the part that had resonated with you the most.
"I'm starting with Eternia."
You shook your head. "Eternia?"
A faint smile touched his mouth, not mocking, just surprised in a quiet, almost amused way.
"Eternia is my home. It's where I was born, where I grew up, and where I'm supposed to be protecting people."
His tone changed as he spoke, becoming steadier and more personal. The playful absurdity that had initially characterized the conversation softened into something more sincere.
"My father is King Randor, and my mother is Queen Marlena. I grew up in the Royal Palace, spent most of my childhood getting into trouble, and learned fairly early that my life was a lot more complicated than it first appeared."
You watched him closely, trying to decide whether he was spinning a wild story or simply telling you a truth so unusual it sounded impossible.
The worst part was that he looked completely unbothered by the whole thing.
"So," you said, "you're telling me you're from another world."
Adam nodded. "Yes."
"And that your sword opens a portal between here and there."
"Yes."
"And you're not joking."
"No."
You blinked at him for a second, then looked down at the phone in his hand as if that would make the situation less strange.
"Can I see it?"
That seemed to surprise him, though only briefly. Then, he reached for his phone and turned the screen toward you.
The photo showed the sword he had been talking about, and even from the small image on the screen, it looked unlike anything you had ever seen before. It was enormous, sparkling, and ancient in a way that made it seem less like a weapon and more like something from a storybook.
You looked at the picture for a long moment, thinking, and then you looked back at him.
"Okay," you said, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. "Oh, that's definitely a sword."
Adam's mouth twitched. "Oh, it is."
"And a very dramatic one."
"I know, I've heard that before."
You looked at the image one more time, then let out a little frown. "Where was this taken?"
"Internet," he answered, as though that should have settled everything.
You gave him a pointed look. "I totally get it. It's what you've been saying over and over. I mean, where is it?"
He paused, as if the distinction hadn't occurred to him.
"Actually, I don't have a clue."
You let out a little laugh, exhaling through your nose. "Oh, honey, that's just not going to help your case at all."
Adam looked a little sheepish for the first time since you'd met him, and it made him all the more lovable. "Right. Sorry."
Then he put his phone down, folded his arms on the table, and started over in a calmer voice, as though realizing he needed to start from the beginning if he wanted you to follow.
"Eternia is a completely different world from Earth," Adam explained, a warm smile appearing as he spoke about it. His voice revealed an unmistakable fondness, as though merely mentioning his home was enough to bring back a hundred memories at once. "There are kingdoms, ancient cities, forests that stretch for miles, and more magic than most people on Earth would probably believe."
He paused briefly, glancing down at the table, then continued.
"When I was younger, before I understood the true meaning of the sword or its role in my life, I imagined myself as a hero who could protect everyone. I was Prince Adam, but I would've preferred something more dramatic."
You immediately narrowed your eyes. "Dramatic?"
A slightly embarrassed smile crossed his face. "He-Man."
The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. Then you laughed.
Adam groaned and leaned back in his chair.
"I knew that was going to happen."
"He-Man?" you repeated, amused. "That's the name?"
"In my defense, I was young."
"How young?"
"Young enough to think it sounded impressive."
"And now?"
Adam's expression revealed a clear sense of contemplation.
"I still think it sounds impressive."
That only made you laugh harder.
"Adam."
"What?"
"That is the least subtle hero name I've ever heard."
"The competition wasn't particularly strong."
For a moment, you both remained silent, each lost in your own thoughts.
Then you let out a slow breath, staring at him with a mix of disbelief and fascination that you were no longer even trying to hide.
"You really expected your date to believe that?"
Adam looked a little taken aback by the implication, but he quickly recovered. "I wasn't trying to make myself difficult to believe."
You laughed softly at that, because somehow that was exactly the problem. He said the impossible things with such honest certainty that it was almost easier to doubt the world than to doubt him.
He noticed your expression and smiled a little, more relaxed now that the conversation had moved away from your ex and into something strangely personal.
"I think," he said, leaning back again, "she simply found it hard to keep listening after I mentioned the portal."
You shook your head, a smile spreading across your face. "I can see why."
Adam's gaze remained fixed on you, unblinking and unwavering, as if he found your disbelief to be all the more amusing.
"And yet," he said, "you are still here."
"To be honest, I’m still here because, insane as this whole thing is, you’re more attractive and a lot more entertaining than my last relationship,” you admitted, letting your gaze linger on him for a moment before you added, with a tired little shrug, “and, frankly, I’m starving.”
Adam’s expression changed almost at once, the amusement in his face softening into something warmer as he lifted a hand to call the waiter over. He did it with the same easy confidence he seemed to bring to everything else, as though inviting you to stay was the most natural thing in the world.
When the waiter approached, Adam glanced briefly in your direction. “What would you like to eat?”
You gave him a look that was equal parts amused and relieved. “Are you always this quick to take charge?”
“Only when someone looks like they need food and a break from their ex-boyfriend.”
That earned him a smile you did not bother hiding.
You placed your order, Adam added his own, and once the waiter had taken the menus away and disappeared toward the kitchen, the two of you were left with the strange, increasingly comfortable quiet that had settled between you. The restaurant still buzzed around you, but it no longer felt like the center of the evening. Not when Adam was sitting across from you looking so impossibly calm, as if the entire thing had turned into something he had willingly stepped into rather than stumbled into by accident.
He folded his hands loosely on the table and studied you with a faint smile. “All right,” he said. “I propose a deal. I tell you more about Eternia, you tell me more about yourself, and we consider this an actual date.”
You blinked, then laughed softly. “You make that sound very official.”
“I’m trying to be serious.”
“Then you’re doing a terrible job.”
Adam’s mouth curved. “That is unfortunately possible.”
You tilted your head, suddenly much more interested in the subject than you had been a few minutes ago. “Fine. I have questions. A lot of them, actually. Is your sword like Thor’s hammer? If I were worthy, could I pick it up and get transported to Eternia? And who else lives there besides your parents?”
The way your eyes lit up as you asked each question made something in Adam’s expression shift into unmistakable delight. For the first time since you met him, he looked less like a man carefully managing a bizarre conversation and more like someone genuinely happy to talk about home.
He gave a small, amused laugh and leaned back in his chair. “No, not exactly like Thor’s hammer, although that does sound like a very dramatic comparison.” Then his expression turned thoughtful. “The sword carries the Power of Grayskull. It brought me here when I was young, but I don’t think it would take you to Eternia just because you were worthy. And, if I’m honest, I’m now very curious about who Thor is and why he appears to be part of your thinking.”
You gave him a flat look. “I am going to pretend I did not hear that question.”
Adam looked distinctly pleased with himself. “That’s usually how people react when I ask something they can’t easily explain.”
“Adam.”
He smiled, entirely unbothered. “What?”
You shook your head, but you were smiling now too, unable to help it. “Just keep talking before I change my mind about whether you’re charming or completely impossible.”
“Fair,” he said, and this time his voice had gone softer, more personal. “You asked who else lives in Eternia besides my parents. There are a great many people there, but a few of them mattered a great deal to me when I was younger.”
He paused there, as if deciding where to begin, and when he continued, his voice had taken on that warm, fond quality people used when speaking about the parts of life that had shaped them.
“Duncan was one of the first,” he said. “He trained me when I was a child. He was the captain of the Royal Guard, and he had a way of making even the most impossible lessons feel manageable, though I’m not sure he would agree with that description. Teela was another. She was my best friend growing up and, frankly, far better at just about everything than I was. Swordsmanship, strategy, sparring, getting out of trouble before anyone could catch us.”
You laughed quietly at that, and Adam’s smile widened a little as he watched you react.
“And then there was Cringer,” he added.
You immediately leaned forward. “Cringer?”
“The green tiger,” Adam said, with a patience that suggested he had already decided your reaction was inevitable. “My pet.”
That was enough to make you laugh properly, and the sound seemed to please him more than anything else he had said so far.
“A green tiger,” you repeated. “Of course you had a green tiger.”
“Yes,” Adam said, perfectly serious again. “He was very loyal.”
“I’m trying so hard not to picture this as the strangest possible childhood.”
“It was occasionally strange,” he admitted.
“Occasionally?”
He smiled, and for a moment the look on his face was so gentle it made your chest feel strangely light. “All right, often strange.”
You were still smiling when the waiter returned with your food. The interruption should have broken the mood, but instead it only made the evening feel more real, more settled. Plates were set down, drinks refreshed, and the two of you shifted naturally into the rhythm of a meal that had begun as a rescue and was turning into something else entirely.
At first you talked over the food, trading small comments and reactions as you ate. Adam proved, much to your amusement, to be surprisingly attentive: he noticed when you liked something, asked before taking the last bite of anything, and looked genuinely pleased every time you laughed at one of his stories. In return, you found yourself asking more and more about Eternia, about the palace, about the people he had mentioned, about what it had been like to grow up in a world that sounded at once impossible and deeply real when he described it.
At some point, without either of you formally agreeing to it, the conversation stopped feeling like an interrogation and started feeling like a shared secret.
Adam told you about the palace halls he had run through as a child, about training sessions that had ended in bruises and complaints, about Teela’s relentless competitiveness, and about Duncan’s habit of pretending he was annoyed even when he was clearly amused. You told him about your ex, this time with much less tension and much more honesty, and Adam listened with a seriousness that made it easy to keep talking.
By the time your plates were nearly empty and the restaurant had shifted into the softer quiet of late evening, you realized you had been smiling for far longer than you had been miserable.
Adam noticed it too.
He usually did.
And when his hazel eyes met yours across the table, there was something unmistakably bright in them now, something pleased and almost tender, as though he had come to the same conclusion you had: that the night had started as a disaster and somehow ended with the two of you laughing over dinner like this had been the plan all along.
The time the evening had wound down, Adam had insisted on driving you home.
You had tried to argue that you were perfectly capable of getting there on your own, but he had only given you that infuriatingly calm look of his and said he would feel better if you let him take you. After the kind of night you had both ended up having, it had been difficult to come up with a convincing reason to refuse.
Now you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, watching the lights of the city blur past the window while the soft hum of the engine filled the silence between you. The drive had settled into something quieter and more intimate than the restaurant had ever felt, the sort of silence that did not ask to be filled immediately.
Adam had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting loosely near the gear shift, his posture relaxed in a way that somehow made him look even more composed than he had at dinner. Every now and then, he glanced toward you for a moment before looking back at the road, as if making sure you were still there and still all right.
Then, after a while, he broke the silence.
“So,” he said, his tone light but curious, “was that the worst date you’ve ever had?”
You leaned your head back against the seat and let out a slow breath while you thought about it. The answer came to you almost immediately.
“No,” you said at last. “Not even close.”
Adam’s brows lifted slightly, and when he glanced at you this time, there was a hint of surprise in his expression. “Not close?”
You shook your head. “No. It was strange, sure, but not the worst. Just maybe the most confusing.”
That earned you a small smile from him. “Confusing is better than terrible, I suppose.”
“In some cases,” you murmured, turning your head toward the window again. The city lights reflected faintly in the glass, making the night look softer than it actually was. “It is a little bit insane, though.”
Adam waited, giving you the space to finish your thought without interrupting.
You inhaled slowly, then let the words out before you had time to think better of them.
“I mean, if you’re a lunatic who made all of this up, then this is probably the most creative lie anyone has ever told me. But if it’s real, like it seems to be, then it means that someday you’re going to find that sword and go back home, and I’m not going to see you again.” You laughed faintly, though there was something gentler underneath it now. “And that seems… sad.”
The car went quiet for a moment after that.
Not awkwardly.
Just carefully.
Adam’s expression softened in a way you had not seen from him all evening, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter than before.
“That would be sad.”
You turned to look at him.
He kept his eyes on the road, but there was no tension in him, no distance. Just honesty.
“I’m not going to pretend I know exactly what will happen,” he said after a beat. “I do know that the sword exists, and I do know that I’ll have to go back one day if it brings me the chance to. But that doesn’t make tonight less real.”
The words landed with a strange kind of warmth.
You felt your chest tighten a little, though not in a bad way.
Adam glanced toward you again, and this time the corners of his mouth lifted with the faintest trace of amusement.
“Besides,” he added, “you’re making it sound as though I’m already gone.”
You let out a small laugh. “Well, it would be inconvenient if you disappeared into another world after pretending to be my boyfriend, telling me about portal swords, and then making me laugh for most of the night.”
He smiled at that, the expression easy and sincere. “That does sound inconvenient.”
“Very.”
“Unfortunate, really.”
You looked at him for a second, then shook your head with a smile that you did not bother hiding.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been told.”
The road curved gently ahead, and for a while the two of you let the quiet settle again. It felt different now, softer somehow, less like a pause and more like a choice. You found yourself watching him in the reflection of the window more than you meant to, noticing the way the dashboard light caught in his hazel eyes, the way his face looked more open now than it had in the restaurant, as if the drive had given him permission to stop performing confidence and simply be himself.
He noticed, of course.
Adam always seemed to notice.
“What?” he asked, glancing at you with an amused smile already forming.
You blinked. “Nothing.”
“That sounds suspiciously like a lie.”
“It’s not a lie.”
“Then what is it?”
You hesitated, then shrugged a little, feeling the warmth rise in your face.
“I was just thinking that you are either the strangest man I have ever met or one of the most impressive.”
Adam looked genuinely entertained by that. “That is not a small range.”
“It is the range you have earned.”
He laughed quietly at that, the sound low and warm in the dim car. Then, after a beat, he asked, “And which one do you think I am?”
You pretended to consider it seriously, though the answer was already there.
“Both.”
Adam’s smile widened, and for a moment the car seemed a little too small for the way the atmosphere between you had shifted. It was still playful, still easy, but there was something else threaded underneath it now, something tender enough to make the night feel like it was carrying you somewhere important even if the destination was only your front door.
When he finally pulled up outside your house, neither of you moved right away.
The engine idled softly.
Streetlights cast a pale glow across the windshield.
Adam kept one hand on the wheel, but his gaze had shifted to you fully now, and there was an expression on his face that looked almost thoughtful, as if he were trying to decide whether to say something and had not quite made up his mind.
You reached for the door handle, then stopped and looked back at him.
“Thank you,” you said quietly.
His expression softened again.
“For the ride?” he asked.
“For tonight,” you replied, and the words were more honest than you had intended them to be.
Adam held your gaze for a moment before nodding once, slowly. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”
Hearing your name like that, said so carefully, made something in your stomach flutter in a way you did not want to think too hard about.
You gave him a small smile. “Good night, Adam.”
For a second, it looked as though he might say something else, something that would keep you there longer than you should have been. Instead, he only smiled back, soft and warm and far too charming for your own good.
“Good night,” he said. “And for what it’s worth, I am glad you sat at my table.”
That was somehow the most dangerous thing he could have said all evening.
You looked at him for one last second, then got out of the car before you could embarrass yourself further.
But even as you walked toward your front door, you could still feel the shape of his smile in the dark behind you.
The next morning felt strangely normal, almost offensively so.
You woke up, got dressed, went through the motions of your usual routine, and headed to work as though you had not spent the previous evening having dinner with a man who claimed to be from another world. By lunchtime, you had started to wonder whether the whole thing had been some elaborate fever dream brought on by exhaustion, bad luck, and the lingering aftermath of your disastrous love life.
And yet, every time you thought about the conversation, Adam still felt real.
The way his expression softened whenever he mentioned Eternia.
The warmth in his voice when he talked about Duncan and Teela.
The complete, unshaken sincerity with which he had spoken about things that any other person would have laughed off as nonsense.
You found yourself smiling more than once throughout the day, and by the afternoon your coworkers probably assumed you were texting someone. In a way, they would not have been entirely wrong.
You opened your conversation with Adam three separate times, stared at the screen each time, and then locked your phone again before you could actually send anything. The message sitting unsent in the chat was painfully simple.
"Did you find the sword yet?"
You stared at it for a long moment before closing the app.
No.
Absolutely not.
You were not going to be the first one to send a message after a first date, even if that date had technically begun as an emergency rescue operation from your ex-boyfriend.
That was the excuse you gave yourself as you walked home later that evening, still half arguing with your own indecision when everything abruptly changed.
You stopped so suddenly that the people behind you almost collided with you, and for a second your mind refused to process what your eyes were seeing.
A comic book and collectibles store stood on the corner ahead of you, its front windows crowded with posters, action figures, and displays from different franchises. A pair of delivery workers were carrying a large, unusual-looking installation through the entrance, maneuvering it carefully between the doorframe and the display shelves inside.
Except it was not an installation.
It was a sword. Your heart slammed hard against your ribs.
No. There was no way.
And yet the blade was enormous, far larger than anything practical, its surface catching the light in a way that made your skin prickle with recognition. You had seen it before. Not in a museum, not in a movie, not in some fantasy exhibit that might have explained it away, but in the photograph Adam had shown you the night before.
The same sword. The same impossible design. Even from across the street, it looked exactly right.
The delivery workers shifted it carefully past the entrance, beside a towering fantasy character display labeled TORAK, and disappeared inside with it.
You did not think. Your hand was already moving for your phone before your brain had fully caught up.
Adam answered before the second ring finished.
“Well,” he said, amusement already in his voice, “I see I didn’t scare you away.”
Despite the way your pulse was racing, you smiled. “Adam.”
Something in your tone must have changed, because the humor in his voice disappeared instantly.
“Y/N?”
You kept your eyes on the storefront. The sword had vanished deeper into the shop, and the knot in your stomach tightened as though your body had realized what your mind was only now accepting.
“I need you to come here,” you said quickly.
There was a brief pause. “What happened?”
“Your sword is in a comic store.”
Silence.
Not disbelief, exactly. Just silence.
You hurried across the street, still staring at the windows as if the sword might suddenly reappear if you looked hard enough.
“I’m serious,” you said. “I just saw it. They were carrying it inside. It’s exactly like the picture you showed me.”
Another beat passed on the other end of the line, and then Adam’s voice changed completely.
“You’re looking at the Sword of Power?”
The easy warmth from the night before was gone. In its place was something sharper, more focused, like all the air had gone still around him.
You swallowed. “I think so. Unless there are multiple giant magical swords from another world floating around this city.”
“I’m on my way.”
The answer came instantly, and it made you blink.
“That’s it?”
“What else would I say?”
“Maybe ask if I’m sure.”
“I know you’re sure.”
The certainty in his voice startled you more than the sword had. You glanced back toward the store, then pressed your free hand against the glass as if that would keep the sword from disappearing again.
“Stay where you are,” Adam said.
A strange flutter moved through your chest. “You trust me that much?”
“I trusted you the moment you sat at my table.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then Adam’s tone shifted slightly, as though he was forcing himself to break the quiet before it became something else entirely.
“I’m about twenty minutes away.”
You looked into the store again. The sword was still out of sight, and the nervous knot in your stomach returned twice as strong.
“What if somebody buys it?”
“Nobody is buying the Sword of Power.”
“You sound very confident.”
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“If someone somehow manages to purchase an ancient magical artifact capable of transporting people between worlds before I get there, then we will deal with that problem together.”
Despite yourself, a laugh slipped out of you.
He sounded relieved by it.
“Good,” he said, and his voice softened again. “I was worried you might tell me this was a prank.”
You leaned against the storefront glass, still staring at the shop interior.
“I did consider it.”
“You considered it?”
“For about three seconds.”
“And?”
You looked at your reflection in the glass, then back toward the store, where the sword had vanished beyond sight.
“I decided I wanted it to be true.”
The silence on the other end lasted a little longer this time.
When Adam finally answered, his voice had gentled again.
“So did I.”
For reasons you could not have explained if you tried, that answer made your heart beat even faster than finding the sword had.
And then, almost at once, his voice returned with a practical edge.
“Do not go inside alone.”
You straightened immediately. “I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.”
A pause.
Then, just before he hung up, he added, “And Y/N?”
“Yes?”
There was a faint shift in his breathing, as though he had smiled at the sound of your name.
❤︎ warnings : ooc, this is a slightly different au. You’re engaged to them and it’s heavily implied that it’s since childhood, it was written with male reader in mind but I used gn pronouns. Cussing , reader is not yuu. You’re from a noble family or smth?
❤︎ summary : your friends finding out you’re engaged.
❤︎ note : arranged marriage au is genuinely my favvv!!! Unfortunately, there’s not enough of them :( especially the toxic and doomed ones! (This ones isn’t)
- 𝓡iddle rosehearts ,,
Your engagement with riddle wasn’t a vvvery strictly kept secret. Some people, like Trey and cater, of course were very aware that you two are engaged and to be wed.
But, it also wasn’t a hard guess given the matching rings you to had, the way he applied every rule that could get the queen of hearts and king of hearts closer together. (You’re his king of hearts, obviously.)
The way you have your own seat next to him at unbirthday parties, where the king of hearts would be sat, or that your own attire for unbirthday parties was just as elegant and beautiful as his. It’s only fitting for his king of hearts.
or how he let you off the hook when you broke some rules , which ace is so bitter about. And his bitterness lead to the very conversation you two had now.
You were sitting on the floor of ramshackles living room, deuce and ace around you. Yuu stepped out for a moment, while ace kept whining about riddle.
“I mean, you did fuck that up, ace. I’d kick you out the dorm if it was me..shame on riddle.”
“As if you’re one to talk! You never ever got your head cut off !"
"speaking of..housewarden riddle is always somewhat around you..”
“That’s to be expected. We’re engaged.”
…
You said casually, eating another piece of candy that deuce gave you. You were too nonchalant about it they genuinely thought you’re joking.
“Well that ain’t funny, I’ll tell you!”
“..? What’s funny about it? I thought it was pretty obvious, personally.”
You said , showing them your hand, the ring on it. They would’ve shrugged it off, saying that it’s a promise ring or a normal ring or something, but it looked pretty damn expensive..
“It dose look like the one riddle wears..”
“Right?!! I didn’t know you were engaged to housewarden riddle !”
“Lucky..that’s why you always get off trouble!”
You hummed , pulling your hand from him, eating another piece of candy. Maybe you are lucky, maybe you’re not. Who knows?
- 𝓚alim al asim
Your engagement with Kalim was mainly to connect your family and his. Something with benefits and bla bla bla..you don’t really care, not when you were younger and definitely not when you were older.
Jamil was just glad that you aren’t much of an airhead and risky thing as Kalim is, so he didn’t have to worry too much about, despite you being just as annoying sometimes.
Honestly, with how much Kalim is affectionate around you, basically never calling you with anything but pet names, you thought it’s obvious you two are together. Which is mostly the case. People assume you’re only dating, not engaged.
The other day, during lunch, you were quietly eating, deciding to keep your energy for later, until a voice cuts you off.
“Hey, I’m just noticing but..your ring looks hella expensive. Where’d you get it?”
You looked at ace, confused on why he was suddenly interested. Turns out deuce was thinking of a gift idea, and they were talking about Jewellery and that’s how it came up to your ring.
“Ah..I don’t really know, it was given to me.”
“Given to you?! Who gave that to ya? Ooh, must be a lover huh~”
“Well, yeah actually. It was from Kalim.”
The tables was silent just for a moment before they all looked confused.
“What do ya mean from Kalim?! That almost look like an engagement ring..”
Spoke epel, clearly surprised, and clearly not knowing he just guess it right, which was even more hilarious.
“Would it be crazzzyyy if I said it is?”
- 𝓘dia shroud
So. Your engagement with idia came from the fact that both your parents worked at Styx. Well..his parents ARE Styx, but your parents were like a real real close right hands men or something, so to ensure no information is leaked , they just made you the next head with idia! Easy , right?
But also because it’d be easier even for idia. Who knew if he’d find someone for himself? Which he was glad for tho..he really likes you.
But since he was usually a shut in loser , no one really suspected it. That you’re engaged, or he was.
The other day, you went to hang out with your friends and ortho , you wanted to show them your new gaming console ! Hehe, it was soo, so so cool!
“Look at it! It has many games already , too. Hehe, we should totally do a game night together!”
“That’s so cool! Where’d you get it? I heard that it’s , like, a super limited edition!”
“Idia got it for me! He also got one, so we sort of matched.”
Ortho nodded from beside you, adding to
“We tried it out with nii-san earlier! It’s so fun!”
“You hang out with him and ortho oddly a lot..are you two friends or something?”
Ace asked next, you paused for a moment, you do go to idias room quite a lot..and hang out a lot , because, duh ! Of course you will, you’re his spouse, but you just didn’t know if he wanted to tell them. Yet when you spoke, ortho cut you off.
“Actually, it’s—“ “[name] and nii-san are engaged! That’s why they hang out a lot.”
…
…
Wow, way to go ortho. Way to go. You won’t be saving him when idia gets him for this. Not at all. Matter of fact, you’re not giving him your gaming console.
- 𝓜alleus draconia
Listen, your engagement with malleus would NOTTT be kept good secret ok. He doesn’t see why , and trust me, people wil know who is the spouse of THE malleus draconia. So for this fics sake we will say, you were his spouse , but you never was exposed to the public. So they knew he had a spouse, they just didn’t know who.
Anyway, today, the first years had a sleep over at ramshackle! Yay, fun right?
BZZTT!! WROONNGGG
“WHERE IS IT?! Oh my scenes..sevens..”
You yelled frantically as you moved pillows and looked under cushions and carpets and pillows, damn, damn it! Your ring! You lost it, you glanced at sebek, he could help you. He needed to!
“Sebek, don’t just stand there! If we don’t find the ring , we will get in some big trouble!”
You said, did sebek have anything to do with your own reckless behaviour? Nope. Did he have anything to do with your mistake of losing the ring when coming to ramshackle? Also no. But he couldn’t possibly say no to you, so he , with his usual loud mouth and manners started to look for the ring with you.
Because really, you can always get him in trouble with you. Easily. And actually, many times where lilia scolds you, it somehow ends up with him getting upset at you AND sebek. So really. It was easy.
And if you don’t find the ring..uueugh..sevens, malleus would get so upset. And who will have to deal with him?? You! Sigh..it’s the worst when he has one of his tantrums, cause he sometimes purposely give you a hard time. You suspect that he only dose it to get your attention, but you didn’t ask that yet.
“Damnit..”
“What’s gotten you so ruffled up over a ring, anyway? It’s not the first time you lose something.”
Ace spoke, and he somewhat regretted the words that left his mouth with your glare. Not the time huh..
“Because if I lose the ring, I MIGHT AS WELL LOSE MY HEAD. YOUD KNOW LOTS ABOUT THAT.”
“OKAY.”
Ace didn’t even know why he was catching strays, but he should’ve kept silent anyway.. you give up with a weak sob as you fall face first on the floor, with epel slightly patting your head as if trying to comfort you. The deuce spoke,
“But seriously..is the ring that expensive? You’ve lost few expensive stuff before and didn’t care..so..”
Deuce tried his best to word it right, so he won’t get what ace got, you huffed as you sat up. Sebek hesitantly sat next to you. Clearly, he didn’t find the ring.
“It’s not about expensive. It’s my engagement ring. And if I lose it now out of any time else , malleus would get so upset.”
You said with a sigh, resting your cheek on your palm. You were too occupied with your thoughts, and was only cut off by yells from the other three..
“ENGAGED?!”
“MALLEUS?”
“YOURE GETTING MARRIED?!”
You glanced at these three and rolled your eyes , what’s so surprising, anyway ? Before you could say anything, sebek beat you to it of course, speaking loudly about how of course you’re engaged to malleus and speaking of your greatness..
A moment after though, Jack walked in and saw the..messy circle but decided not to comment.
“Uh, I found this ring on the floor, dose it belong to any of you?”
Your face immediately brightens as you looked at what Jack was holding, that’s..
“MY RING!”
“YOUR RING!”
You and sebek, spoke at the same time.
lol. He must be excited too.
A/N : this was a bit rushed , but idias part was too short because I’m actually planning to write a whole fic. The engagement idea is something I’m so happy I came up with! So I’ll make it better and longer. If you have any reqs, feel free to send them!
May I request some headcanons of Diasomnia with a dragon rider reader like the Targaryens (i’m obsessed with HoTD). Reader’s dragon is also super aggressive to anyone that isn’t her rider.
Dragon Companion
Summary: A hoard of dragons from your home world, including your beloved companion, mysteriously get transported onto Sage's island. Now, you and the TWST boys have to take care of these dragon companions until a better solution comes around. In other words: The TWST boys find their dragon companions and meet yours.
TW: The Prefect jumps out a 4th story window
Pairings: Diasomnia x Reader
A/N: If you like this one, let me know and I'll make additions for the other dorms too! Also, D/N is dragon's name. I figured it'd be best to just let you guys name your own.
When you had been tossed into Twisted Wonderland without any warning you were, needless to say, upset. However, it wasn't the actual fact that you were torn from your world that made you the most upset. What made you the most upset was the fact that you were now away from your draconic companion.
That was until a massive rift formed above Ramshackle one evening, similar to the times the Tsums had visited. However, this time, it was a horde of dragons.
You had been in potionology when you saw the scene. Everyone around you was freaking out to a degree, unsure what was happening. You, on the other hand, were elated. The moment the shock wore off you hopped out of your seat and dashed to the window, throwing it open. Crewel called out for you to stop and the situation outside was a potentially very dangerous one, but you ignored him as you stepped up onto the window's ledge. Now Crewel was freaking out for a different reason.
Before anyone could stop you, you jumped. You jumped right out a 4th story window. There was a moment of tense silence, and a horde of students crowding to the window, expecting to see Prefect pancakes on the concrete below. Just as the students closest t to the window began to lean over to check, a massive gust of wind pushed them all back.
A large white mass of scales, fur, and feathers flashes by the window for a split-second flying straight up.
"Did anyone else see the prefect riding on that dragon?"
The horde of dragons that had emerged from the portal above Ramshackle was steadily speeding towards the campus field upon which Vargas' flying class was taking place. The students had all landed when it had become clear the dragons were coming straight towards them, but they were still in a potential danger zone being out in the open.
Silver had been one of the students in that class and was now readying himself, pulling out his magic pen and taking a defensive stance. A white flash in the distance caught his attention, however, and it was approaching fast. Way faster than the larger group. As the figure got clearer, he realized it too was a dragon, but this one appeared to have a rider. The horde was about 1,000 ft (≈304 meters) out and the white dragon and its rider had just about caught up. The dragon shifted, now flying upside down under the horde, approaching the head of the group. The rider guided the dragon into a slanted ascent up once they reached the head to force the group upwards.
Silver watched as the dragons just barely missed him, the sheer force of air displaced by their mighty wings forcing him back and onto the ground. The close call was certainly concerning, but what threw the boy off more than anything was the realization that the person riding the dragon had been the magicless prefect of Ramshackle dorm.
Meanwhile, you were now leading the horde in a steep ascent, basically straight upwards at this point. You mentally thanked the seven that your mount was still on your dragon along with the straps that kept your feet firmly at your dragon's side. You took a look back to see if the end of the group was now a safe distance off the ground, and when you saw they were, you started to slow the ascent up and level out so you're right-side up. You pull the group into a wide circle above a clear part of the field. The dragons follow suit and gradually begin drifting down in a sort of dragon tornado. as they reach the ground they disperse from the tight cluster and spread out across the field until you touch down too.
To nobody's surprise, when Crowley saw the horde of dragons, he made it his first priority to make them someone else's problem an called a dorm leader meeting. . .in the field because he couldn't get you into the building without your draconic companion.
So here you all were. Sitting at a fold out table in fold out chairs in the middle of the field—surrounded by dragons.
Crowley obnoxiously cleared his throat: "So, as I'm sure you've all noticed- eh. Hold on." Crowley was squinting across the field into the hoard of dragons where a pair of horns different from the rest caught his eye. "Is that. . ." he mumbled to himself. Multiple pairs of eyes followed his line of sight until they landed on a certain horned dorm leader out in the field seemingly conversing with his draconic companions.
Not long after, a white blob could be seen slinking through the crowd of reptiles. When it reached Malleus, it bit his blazer and started dragging him along toward the makeshift meeting table.
"Alright then, now that everyone is present, uhm. . .I suppose we should start by discussing what happened."
A groan comes from across the table "A hoard of lizards came spillin' out a portal. What else is there to discuss." The statement came from none other than the lazy dorm leader of Savanaclaw—not that that was a surprise to anyone present.
"For once, I agree with Kingshcolar. I believe it would be best to get straight to what we do about this. All of us were on campus to witness the event, afterall." Azul, ever the beacon of efficiency, suggested.
It didn't take long for the meeting to be taken over by the dorm leaders rather than the crow. It was eventually decided, with your input, that the dragons should be divided into groups to stay in each of the dorms based on their respective, environmental needs. You would provide care instructions to each of the groups and stop by periodically to make sure things were going well and answer any questions that may arise.
Sebek was by far the least enthusiastic about the new companions joining him in the dorm. The only dragon he held in high regard was Waka-sama.
However, he did eventually start to warm up to the dragons in his own kind of way. Especially to a certain lighting dragon with an affinity for sparring.
Sebek had been out in the courtyard of the Diasomnia dorm practicing his sword work when a flash of deep green caught his eye. On the other side of the courtyard there stood a deep green dragon with sharp eyes and a spiked, swaying tail. Said eyes were locked on Sebek.
When the dragon recognized that he noticed it, it stalked closer to the boy.
"What do you want?" Sebek hissed "I'm quite busy training to better protect my liege!"
The dragon only stood there, staring deeply at him before it eventually shifted its gaze to his sword.
Sebek's eyes narrowed. "Well, what is it? Do you wish to duel?" he scoffed.
The dragon's eyes shifted back up to meet his in silent confirmation.\
Sebek scoffed once more, but this time with a smirk on his face "Well, I'll have you know, I'm no easy mark! I-"
He was cut off by a spiked tail swinging right past his face.
It started as them just being sparring partners, but, after a while, the relationship between Sebek and the dragon he dubbed Tempest had shifted to one of companionship. About two weeks in, Sebek had not so slyly inquired you about dragon saddles/mounts as well as what foods lighting dragons especially enjoyed.
"Well?" you asked.
Sebek was staring wide eyed at Tempest. The dragon stood proudly in front of him with a custom dragon mount on its back (don't ask how you got it). Sebek hesitantly reached out, grazing his hand across the black leather of the piece.
"C'mon. I can teach you how to ride him." you slapped Sebek on the back, your dragon mimicking the action with its tail.
Sebek had similar feeling toward your dragon that he did the ones that had taken up residence in Diasomnia. When he first met D/N he had a permanent judgmental look on his face. Turns out, the feeling was mutual as D/N's tail kept accidentally finding its way right in front of his feet, constantly causing the boy to trip. This earns the two many lectures from you on getting along and being nice to each other.
Luckily, things do calm down after a while, but there will always remain that sense of rivalry almost between the two.
Any time you're standing especially close to Sebek, or, Sevens forbid, holding hands, D/N will be right there to split you up. D/N will innocently nuzzle into you as if it were only asking for affection, adn, of course, you'll oblige. However, when you're not looking, D/N will shoot Sebek a cocky smirk.
With these two, it'll be a constant fight for your attention, but at least you know you'll always be protected.
Silver is pretty neutral about the whole thing, if not a little bit fond of the new creatures sharing his space.
The dragon Silver ends up becoming the most fond of is a tiny, silver, fairy dragon.
Silver had been taking a walk out in the forest when drowsiness hit him like a blastcyle. It's not all that uncommon for him to wake up sore when this happens as it usually has him collapsing unceremoniously to the hard ground. However, when he woke up this time, not only was he not sore, but he was laying on an especially soft bed of grass, leaves, and flora.
He sits up, looking around in a bit of confusion before getting up and continuing on his way. It wasn't until he walked into Diasomnia and Lilia looked at him with the widest grin. Silver just stared at the old Fae in confusion until Sebek finally came over and started shouting.
"WHAT CREATURE HAVE YOU BROUGHT WITH YOU INTO THE GREAT CASTLE OF OUR LEIGE?!"
Silver blinked slowly, looking down at himself. Sebek scoffed and snatched something out of Silver's hair. A small squeak comes a moment later and Sebek holds a little fairy dragon in front of Silver's face. Silver blinks and slowly reaches out to take the dragon from Sebek's hands. The dragon chirps out for Silver, squirming to get out of Sebek's hands.
It wasn't long until the two became close companions. Silver had initially tried to send the dragon back off into nature, but he eventually gave up. The little dragon he dubbed Mist followed him around everywhere, always providing a soft landing whenever he would fall asleep standing up.
Despite being a still sleeper, Silver still worried about Mist sleeping in the same bed and possibly getting crushed. He tried various different alternatives for a bed for Mist, but the dragon never seemed to take to them. So, Silver came to ask you.
"Fairy dragons tend to sleep in flowers. If you don't already have any in your room, it may prefer sleeping next to you because you smell like one."
The next day you show up to his dorm room with potted plants fairy dragons tend to be fond of.
D/N actually adores Silver. It's not that unexpected considering Silver's track record with animals, but it was still a bit surprising when you first walked outside to see D/N curled around silver and Mist under the shade of a tree taking a nap.
Sometimes you can't help but wonder if the two secretly share a soul or something when you say something neither of them understand and they tilt their heads in unison, making the same face.
If you ever see the little nap pile under a tree, don't get close unless you don't have anything planned for the next few hours because D/N will drag you in with its tail to join.
Lilia is second only to Malleus in his excitement for the new critters running around. The baby dragons seem naturally drawn to Lilia which is both a good and really, REALLY bad thing. As if the little dragons weren't mischevious enough on their own.
A bat wyvern that watches over the baby dragons ends up being the one Lilia bonds with the most. The way they met was quite simple. Lilia had attracted a horde of baby dragons and the wyvern noticed, watching him intently to make sure he wasn't a threat.
The relationship Lilia and the dragon he dubbed Snuffles (he tried to name her cupcake, but she didn't approve; leading to this compromise) is a strange one. On one hand, they get along quite well as equals, especially when it comes to caring for the baby dragons. However, other times it feels like Lilia has become one of the littles she's caring for. Diasomnia is very grateful for her as any time Lilia even takes a step into the kitchen she drags him out. When Lilia stays up too long gaming, Snuffles will cover his screen with her wing until he finally gives in and goes to bed.
Snuffles gets along great with the other Diasomnia boys. She carries Silver to bed, brings Sebek water when he trains, and poses for Malleus to use as a reference for carving Gargoyles.
D/N doesn't like Lilia very much. He's too much of a prankster and rage baiter. It's the exact opposite of how D/N and Sebek get along. In this situation it's Lilia giving the smug look when you look away and wedging himself between you two.
It takes a while, but the two eventually settle into a more amicable relationship. D/N has a bit of a mischievous streak of their own, so it's inevitable that the two start causing mayhem together.
This leads to you forming a pretty close friendship with Snuffles as the two of you have to work together to stop the two from terrorizing the general student population.
Malleus is overjoyed. Clear skies for weeks. He finds himself visiting all of the dorms to meet all the types of dragons that have graced his campus with their presence.
The dragon, or dragons, Malleus becomes close to are a pseudo-Gargoyle and a massive Quetzalcoatl style dragon. The pseudo-gargoyle was a vicious little thing, and the Quetzalcoatl was a gentle giant.
Malleus first met the two when he was taking a stroll through the dark forests behind Diasomnia. He was taking a stroll in the quiet twilight hours when he came across an oddly placed wall. He had taken this route multiple times and there had never been a wall there before.
He stood there and studied the wall for a while before eventually realizing it wasn't a wall at all. It was the scaled body of a massive serpent. He considered venturing to find the creatures head in order to converse, but the thing beat him to it. There was a rumbling before a massive head peaked over the wall of scales, meeting eyes with Malleus. There was a tense moment of silence before a ferocious squeak caught his attention and a small dragon that looked just like the stone gargoyles he so admired.
It took absolutely no time for Malleus to get close to the dragons he dubbed Mathilda and Bellamy. Mathilda, meaning 'mighty in battle' for the Gargoyle and Bellamy, meaning 'good friend' for the Quetzalcoatl. He would bring the two with him to view gargoyles and use them as models for his stone carvings.
Mathilda was very vocal about everything, and I do genuinely mean everything. A lesser man wouldn't be able to handle her, but Malleus was no such thing. She was the dragon equivalent of a chihuahua.
Bellamy on the other hand was rather timid despite his size and appearance. He scared off most people and dragons, so he was happy when Mathilda found him and even happier when Malleus joined their little group of misfits.
There was one problem that really bothered Malleus. Bellamy was too big to join he and Mathilda in most activities. He considered casting a shrinking spell, but he worried this world's magic could have negative affects of the creatures of your world.
He eventually decided to ask you for help.
"Bellamy? He is rather big, isn't he. Here." You led Malleus behind Ramshackle where there were a few plants he didn't recognize growing. "When the dragons came through, some of them were carrying seeds for different plants from my world." you explain, picking a blue berry from one of them and chucking it up to Bellamy to eat. When he does his size decreases considerably.
"I can propagate a start for you. The berry doesn't wear off on its own so when he wants to be big again you'll want to feed him this one." you point at a plant with a red berry.
If asked, Malleus would say he gets along with D/N great. D/N on the other hand.... They're a little intimidated by Malleus and his enthusiasm to learn about them.
This doesn't last too terribly long though as D/N eventually comes to the realization that Malleus is just a big nerd and when he gets the information he wants he'll cool it...a little at least.
The biggest breath through came when D/N met Malleus' dragon form. They were a little jealous when they learned there was another dragon so close to you, but eventually got over it when Malleus entertained their requests to play and race.
A/N: I had so much more I wanted to elaborate on in Malleus' part, but I didn't want to show too much favoritism to his part. If anyone has questions or headcanons please send them to me though!! I wanna yap about TWST dragons!
