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thanzagmeg. amongst the dead of the underworld, a reprise of a love story blooms.
Your mother-in-law once called you the beating heart of the Underworld.
It was a startling thing to hear from Persephone — she who had forsaken her mother's name to marry the God of the Underworld; she who the Earth weeps frozen tears for in her absence; she who has made a dark spring bloom here with just her presence.
The Underworld already has a heart of its own. It thrums with a steady, distant pulse, like the distant drum of a song for soldiers fallen in battle. It is in the shadows that move with purpose, and the chill of death of once warm bodies wandering the halls of the House of Hades and engaging in idle conversation about how they died as if they are merely discussing the weather.
The quiet hum of eternity.
You wonder if she simply sees a bit of herself in you. You were once a nymph of the grassy plains above before Death. Now you are a bride of the Underworld, who has founded a home in this realm of ink-black rivers and whispering shades, its gilded halls and blood-red roses, its ceaseless churn of souls. You walk these corridors not as a mere visitor, nor as one damned, but as something precious; as Persephone is.
Or maybe she simply thinks too much of you. Places you against the greater portrait of the Underworld and all its hellish circles. You have always seen yourself as something more minor, though no less significant. The portrait of a lover, rather than something belonging to the whole of the Underworld; Prince Zagreus’s consort, chosen and beloved.
And not only his.
The scent of laurel and iron is familiar when Megaera finds you first. She is leaning against a cold obsidian pillar where you turn a corner in the hall, caught in your daily wandering of the House of Hades. Her whip coils lazily around her hand, and you have felt the touch of those fingers too often to worry about what that hand is capable of against your beloved prince. You know Zagreus well enough to understand that even he takes some pleasure from their semi-daily spats.
Her golden eyes are alight with amusement when she catches you.
“Looking for someone?”
Her voice is smoke and steel, the kind of teasing only she can pull off — sharp enough to wound, sweet enough to make you crave more. It's a delicious rasp, one that pulls you in.
"I thought you were working," you say softly, meek even in your approach. Under Megaera's gaze, you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. It's a delicious feeling, like flames licking at your skin.
"Tisiphone is dealing with your fool of a husband, sweetling," she muses, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. Her fingers drift, pinching your chin playfully. "Had it been me out there, Zag wouldn't be coming home in time for supper."
Before you can answer, a weight settles against your back, a touch cold as the space between stars. A hand, deathly pale yet soft in its tenderness, trails over your wrist before curling around your fingers. Megaera raises a brow as she lifts her gaze to the newcomer.
Thanatos does not need words. He never does. His presence alone speaks volumes — the weight of inevitability, of endings — pressing into you like the certainty of a final breath. And yet, there is warmth in him, one you have come to know intimately—a paradox of comfort in the arms of Death himself.
“Zagreus is coming,” he murmurs, voice quiet as the rustle of the Fields of Asphodel. “He was waylaid.”
“Waylaid,” Megaera echoes, smirking. “That’s one way to put it.”
You tilt your head up as you feel Thanatos shift, his golden eyes gleaming under the torchlight. He is beautiful in his quietude, just as Megaera is beautiful in her storm.
"Were you helping him again, Than?" you inquire.
It has been a long time since aiding the Prince of the Underworld in his escapades was seen as some form of treason by Hades. Even then, Thanatos still averts his gaze, his grey skin flushing with a dark shade like the murky waters.
"Helping is a generous term, dear," he mumbles.
Megaera snorts.
Their bickering is dry, almost entirely deadpan. There is none of that theatrical flair of Zagreus arguing with his father for eternities, but it is no less entertaining for you to watch. You've learned to take delight in the sharpness of their words, the furrow of their brows. In a way, it is strangely domestic.
You cannot help the little grin that tugs at your lips as you watch them in front of you. The laugh that tumbles out of your mouth is entirely accidental, and you squeak as two pairs of golden eyes snap to you.
"What are you laughing about, little flower?" Thanatos muses, his voice soft and utterly smitten.
"Isn't it obvious? They're laughing at you," Megaera scoffs, though it lacks in her usual malice.
Suddenly, the scent of wine and pomegranate blossoms floods your senses.
It comes before you even see him. You close your eyes, basking in the scent of it as if it were the spring that you have not felt in a lifetime. Beside you, Megaera and Thanatos fall silent.
Then, there he is: breathless, grinning, battered from the inevitable chaos that follows him everywhere, the floors of hell burning under his feet. His underworld-forged armor bears fresh scrapes, his knuckles bruised from the skirmish, but his smile—his smile is for you.
For all of you.
"There is your husband," Megaera drawls.
Zagreus is panting when he reaches you, still dripping in the blood from the River Styx. You have learned to disregard the viscera, delighting only in the way his hands reach—finding yours, Megaera's, brushing against Thanatos's in an unspoken promise.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Zagreus breathes. “Got a little distracted.”
"Distracted, he says," Thanatos deadpans.
Megaera rolls her eyes, but she lets him pull her closer. Thanatos sighs but does not resist the touch.
Death, treachery, rebirth; how odd for a maiden of the Earth to surround themself with. But you have learned like the goddess before you that love tends to find creatures like you in the strangest of places, like a stubborn dandelion blooming through the cracks of a cobblestone path.
You beam, lifting yourself up on your toes to press your lips against your husband's cheek, then your two other lovers. Their hands are cold like the touch of Death and unbearably warm like the flames of Asphodel, and you stand at the very center of it—something that was once warm and breathing and now is not; beloved in your death as you were in life.
"Shall we have our supper together now?" the bride of the Underworld asks.
And like any damned creature in love, the Underworld listens.
Feral rook lives rent free in my brain. Art based on @lowerstart awesome fanfic of my favorite love maniac. She has a whole series for twisted wonderland please check them out!
♪ notes: i am backkk to writing... this one is kind of an old fic, i think it was from 2024? anyways i hope u guys enjoy lol it's another kissing malleus fic like this other one i wrote
the ghost of a kiss leaves you wanting more, his breath just fanning your lips. before he can close the gap, he moves away. "i cannot kiss you, dear," he whispers. "i might fall in love with you."
you expect to see a coy grin, but there is no hint of amusement on his visage. only sadness, his longing for you betraying his cold and intimidating persona. he looks at you like you're the only source of warmth in a freezing glacier. the way the moonlight catches on his face makes him look kind and softer than he is. like he's just some boy, not a prince with years and years of burdens piled on his shoulders.
"are you afraid, malleus?" you whisper, and he shifts in his seat. malleus, he thinks. not hornton or your highness. you're addressing him directly and a warm feeling pierces his heart. not the cold steel of a blade, this one is unfamiliar and-
"maybe you already are in love with me." and the world just... stops. he has. you can tell by the way his mouth falls open but no words come out, his pretty eyes widening slightly. and you know he knows it. "what do you have to lose, malleus?" you ask but you know what he's risking; his status, his kingdom, his dignity. he's in deep thought, then neither of you are thinking when his lips lay atop yours in a cradle of love and warmth.
HEARTLABYUL'S HOUSEWARDEN, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, created a secluded rule that was never officially put forth in the Queen of Hearts' formal rulebook. The rule would be applied only during unbirthday parties in the Heartslabyul dormitory, where you are (unknowingly) permitted to have your preferred pastries or sweets served only to you, while the other students must settle for the standard fare. Of course, any modifications that you wish to make from your palette are keenly tracked by Riddle himself, ensuring that your tastes are always catered to during these gatherings.
SAVANACLAW'S HOUSEWARDEN, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, had given you exclusive access that no one else in his dormitory had ever received before, disturbing him without consequences that could bring a lifetime of humiliation. To the oblivious eyes, the whole ordeal may be treated as trivial, but to those who have explicitly known the mighty beast, it's a golden opportunity to enjoy a rare privilege. You can bother him anytime you want, even if it's the stupidest thing in humankind, and he will never bat an eye and will willingly give you his undivided attention without question.
OCTAVINELLE'S HOUSEWARDEN, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, is a businessman who is familiar with the rulebook of satisfying his customers, especially those that are considered valuable to the Mostro Lounge. Recently, a new extension to the campus cafe was secretly implemented, and only one lucky customer is authorized to enjoy the exclusive benefits it offers. A private dining area with personalized and first-priority service and a specially curated menu that complements your palate awaits you. Surprisingly, the merman is gracious enough to deduct the costs of your meal from your total bill, transitioning it into special discounts and perks for being a preferred patron.
SCARABIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, KALIM AL-ASIM, is the epitome of generosity. True to his nature, he is happily inclined to deposit a heaping amount of allowance money into your bank account every month, ensuring that you are well taken care of and never have to worry about financial constraints! He's beaming every time a notification shows the number of items you've purchased with the money he gave you. If that wasn't enough, he would casually permit you to have exclusive entry into most of his prized belongings, for instance, like ancient artifacts or rare jewelry that could only be accessed by a select few.
POMEFIORE'S HOUSEWARDEN, VIL SCHOENHEIT, often never keeps the surplus of beauty products he sponsored for himself due to cluttering his own living space, instead opting to deliver the products that match your complexion and personal preferences directly to your doorstep. Whenever he was away to do shooting, regardless of how busy he was, he would often strictly instruct you to have a video call with him to assist you on how to properly use the products, ensuring that you achieve the desired results. There are some occasions when he would drag you to have beauty appointments with him and receive personalized treatments from his favorite aestheticians, all in an effort to help you look and feel your best.
IGNIHYDE'S HOUSEWARDEN, IDIA SHROUD, never dared to let anyone enter his room. However, the whole world has to hold its breath when you are given the green light to freely enter and exit his room whenever you want. At any time you visited him, his once messy room had gradually transformed into a meticulously organized space, which was a surprise change that only you seemed to be able to bring out in him. As if you weren't lucky enough, during gaming sessions, he sometimes lends you his account that he has spent years building up, giving you access to rare items and exclusive content that you could never obtain on your own.
DIASOMNIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, MALLEUS DRACONIA, knows a character with a sincere heart when he sees one. From the several interactions you had with him, he only knows goodness emanates from you, as you always treated him as an equal rather than just a royal heir, which left an impression on him. To reward your kindness and genuine nature, Malleus has decided to bestow upon you a special curse that may aid you in your future adventures. This curse will grant you his eternal protection and guidance, ensuring that no foolish foes are able to harm you as long as you carry his mark on your skin.
hello. i am opening requests for twst (YAYY!) no smut guys...!!! this is my sfw account
characters i don't write for: the teachers/staff (not confident in my portrayal of them), rsa students (i haven't gotten there yet 💔), and people who aren't nrc students (im sorry rollo, skully, ernesto lovers 💔💔)
twisted world of yuri!
(f.scarabia,pomefiore,ignihyde,diasomnia)
summary ; welcome to the world of twisted sapphic-land!! here's a glimpse of our usual pathetic boys as cute girls!!
(reader is implied to be androgynous/femme leaning)
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kalim al aslim
androgynous, masc-leaning
kalim was planned to be the next ruler since birth, and since its such a male dominant environment she was taught when growing up to prefer the more masculine items, so she would be taken more seriously when ruling. she absolutely loves gifting you anything, and taking you anywhere! sometimes she even rents out a whole shopping mall so you can buy what you want without worrying about being too late! she enjoys the dynamic she has with you but won't say no if you want to see her dressed up like you! you want to see her in a dress, only if you're matching!!
jamil viper
androgynous, femme-leaning
jamil had learnt her place early on to not overshadow those in charge, she had to grow used to underdressing in plain clothes, when going to night raven college many assumed this was just how she liked to dress when in fact jamil loves dressing up, styling her hair on par with her makeup, yet she can only do this during special events or in the privacy of her room. you have encouraged her to express herself more, using the excuses of 'this dress looks better on her', or testing your new makeup on her! she knows what you're doing and appreciates it greatly, allowing herself to be dressed pretty alongside you!
vil schoenheit
butch
she defies gender roles in every way! her fans love calling her vil-senpai, or kun! her masculine features earn her alot of roles within serious movies, famously in one movie being revealed that the main villian was infact a girl all along! she's very private with her own romantic life but she lets everyone know that she is for the girls, and the girls only! there was a huge uproar when she revealed she was infact taken, but takes extra protective measures to ensure your privacy is safe from some more overzealous fans! she loves buying clothes that make both of your styles shine while also matching, and insists to do your makeup. she may dress masculine but she knows the importance makeup has! and her skincare routine which she also insists on you keeping up with! despite all her villian roles she's the perfect prince charming for you, and you only!
rook hunt
androgynous
rook was used to growing up more masculine, yet ever since turning a new life in pomefiore has quite embraced the feminity and the beauty within it! she loves swapping between more feminine or masculine outfits, always trying out new styles! she loves seeing what outfit you plan on wearing on any day and does her best to match her outfit to it! a little game only she has privilege to. rook adores spoiling you randomly with accessories or clothes that you randomly mentioned or saved on your phone, complimenting you with so much excitement whenever you send her pictures of you wearing it, or inviting her over so she can see it more personally! her phone is full of so many albums of you, all named and even has her own special spot in her room dedicated to you!
epel felmier
femme, turning masc
epel grew up with very feminine features, this made her seem weak and frail to other kids in town, to the point that she adopted the mindset herself. yet she still had to help with work on the farm, developing a strength she hated, afterall this wasn't very ladylike. luckily after meeting vil, she was soon rid of this mindset and even began taking after both vil and leona in dressing more masculine. subtly trying to copy the way they style their outfits, though epel is more direct with leona towards this development in becoming more masculine. you help her with this change, allowing her to take on a more 'manly' role in your relationship, linking your arm with hers and allowing her to take the lead, she offers to pay for you no matter what. she's quite grateful for your support with her discovery, and always comes to you with any insecurities about herself, and if it's truly alright she can be more masculine! you cheer her up with kisses and small words of affirmations, knowing you'll love her no matter what she identities as!
idia shroud
androgynous
idia has an interest in many alt-fashion styles due to some of her favourite characters in games, yet she's always stuck between which one to truly commit too! though it's not like she'll walk about wearing frilly skirts, or leather pants with chains, those stay locked away in a drawer in her room, and only come out once her confidence is enougg to feel worthy to wear them about...in her room! she's very shy in your relationship, her more ferocious side coming out when playing games, or once you guys hit a big milestone as girlfriends! she'll absolutely adore you if you cosplay any of her favourite characters, lending a hand when either making cosplay accessories for you or ordering the outfit from only the best seller! she's so happy she can have someone to share her interests with, and will get absolutely develop an ego over your non-stop compliments over any style of clothes she decides to show off to you! which quickly fades once she has a inner panic of how cringe shes being! she's trying her best!
malleus draconia
femme
malleus was always fond of the long gowns she had to wear during her youth, yet had no one to share her appreciation for them! now you always make sure to address any change in her attire, a new bow, ruffled skirt, eye-shadow! her mood will be instantly lifted, and if she revealed it more often her dragonic tail would be wagging! she's absolute putty in your hands if you ask to do her makeup, only if she gets to return the favour! though a fae and human relationship are frowned upon, sevens forbid anyone frowns upon that within her vicinity as it leads to some thunder and unfortunately a singed dress, you offer to sew up back the ruined parts though and she treats the dress more carefully, loving it more than others as it's something your hands has fixed personally. leading to her somehow ruining alot of her clothes, asking you to fix them. she'll also love it if you wear any of her clothes, dragons are quite possessive creatures and any sign of her claim on you is greatly appreciated!
lilia vanrouge
androgynous
lilia went through many phases throughout her long life spam, enjoying many different cultures of outfits and will wear whatever she feels like wearing that day! being a cute doll one day to a vkei masterpiece, yet she knows that whatever she wears she'll have you flustered no matter what! just because she looks soft and frail right now doesn't mean she won't stop teasing you for something as terrible as 'keeping up aesthetics!' she enjoys dressing you up in her own clothes aswell, dying your hair for the specific style she wants to match today, don't worry she has a spell to reverse it if you would like to go back to your orginal style! despite her ever-changing style, lilia does have preferences for whether masculine or feminine clothes fluster you more, making sure to always wear that one specific style that gets you weak in the knees for her, please show her more of that reaction and she'll reward you handsomely later on!
silver vanrouge
masc-leaning
despite silvers more feminine features, she still adopts the perfect prince charming style! she prefers the more masculine clothes as to her they're easier to put on and wear, remembering the time where she overslept halfway through tying up all the ribbons within a dress once compared to how easily she got into a shirt, though she slept a little after putting it on. silver acts like such a darling with you, your own personal dream girl-prince! taking you out on horseback rides that leads to picnics with any animal nearby that wants to join in! she doesn't mind dressing up if you are intrested in seeing her in more feminine clothes, but you're going to have to help her put them on if they require alot of effort to put together, though this gives you opportunity to do her makeup and style her however you want!
sebek zigvolt
femme, turning butch
sebek took after her idol malleus! buying similar feminine clothes, believing that this is what's right! yet they were always too stuffy, uncomfortable but if this what malleus loves to wear, she mudt prevail for her! after some realisations later, sebek begins to dress up more masculine, though she still takes after malleus' own personal flair just made it more suitable to her. she won't admit it but she adores the compliments you give on how handsome she looks, though you can tell how much she likes it when she doesn't realise the wide smile on her face or the redness of her cheeks, point them out and she quickly cover her face, shouting that you must be seeing things wrong!
a/n ; might get mixed opinions with vil and kalim but let me COOK!! this blog is also now solely going to be writing for twisted yuriland so any yuri requests you want send them my way.. p.s if theres any mistakes with spelling please tell me,, i wrote this with just my brain and thats not very reliable!!
♪ notes: i am backkk to writing... this one is kind of an old fic, i think it was from 2024? anyways i hope u guys enjoy lol it's another kissing malleus fic like this other one i wrote
the ghost of a kiss leaves you wanting more, his breath just fanning your lips. before he can close the gap, he moves away. "i cannot kiss you, dear," he whispers. "i might fall in love with you."
you expect to see a coy grin, but there is no hint of amusement on his visage. only sadness, his longing for you betraying his cold and intimidating persona. he looks at you like you're the only source of warmth in a freezing glacier. the way the moonlight catches on his face makes him look kind and softer than he is. like he's just some boy, not a prince with years and years of burdens piled on his shoulders.
"are you afraid, malleus?" you whisper, and he shifts in his seat. malleus, he thinks. not hornton or your highness. you're addressing him directly and a warm feeling pierces his heart. not the cold steel of a blade, this one is unfamiliar and-
"maybe you already are in love with me." and the world just... stops. he has. you can tell by the way his mouth falls open but no words come out, his pretty eyes widening slightly. and you know he knows it. "what do you have to lose, malleus?" you ask but you know what he's risking; his status, his kingdom, his dignity. he's in deep thought, then neither of you are thinking when his lips lay atop yours in a cradle of love and warmth.
