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FAVE MOVIES/SERIES.…
Pearl, Maxxxine, X, Scream, Jennifer's Body, Perfect Blue, Heathers, Black Swan, I Saw The TV Glow, Moonlight, Elvira, Girl Interrupted, Paprika, Last Night In Soho, The Craft, Fanfik, VHS Series, Lego Monkie Kid
FAVE BOOKS…
All That's Left In The World, They Both Die At The End Series by Adam Silvera, Her Body and The Other Parties, Tender Is The Flesh, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, The Bell Jar, Handmaid's Tale, The House in the Cerullean Sea, Crime and Punishment, 1984, The Catcher in the Rye, Metamorphosis, Crime and Punishment, Dracula, Frankenstein
FAVE GAMES...
Twisted Wonderland, Class of ‘09, Sally Face, Night In The Woods, Life Is Strange, Lacey’s Flash Games, Little Nightmares, Fran Bow, Ratshaker, No I am Not a Human, Undertale
First time requesting hello! :] hope you do well! May I ask for some Twisted Wonderland First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek) (Ortho only platonic ofc (and Grim as well, we love a supportive glutton friend cat), the rest can be romantic, thats up to u!) x Trans Man!reader? :] in a form of headcanons? (But if u feel like writing a fic more, hell yeah, go for it! :])
U can write anything, but if u need some idea, I thought of the reader (can be Yuu) finally saying that they're trans at their freshmen sleepover in Ramshackle, more as a "didnt i tell you that before?" "No???" "Oh. Lol." kinda funny fluff bonding moment and maybe some implications that the guys have a crush on them and will do their research to understand, asking around, asking their friends, the reader and help w their struggles :]
I'm sorry if this is too much and if u decide not to do that, its ok, i hope u have a good day! :]
Sure thing! This took me forever, I am so sorry. Also sorry for not including Grimm or Ortho, I am not good with their characterization and I wanted to get this out before it rotted in my drafts forever.
Dates worked: 04/30/26, 05/04/26, 5/11/26, 5/14/26, 5/17/26 (I just wanted to get an estimate on the time it takes me to write these on average)
Content (Warnings?): Freshmen x Trans Male Reader, implied transphobia, idiots in love, non-specified body type, mentions of boobies tho, Reader binds and no other surgeries or lacketherof specified, Internalized Misogyny (Epel), Internalized Transphobia (Reader and Epel), T*mblr (Ace and Deuce), Swearing, the freshmen aren't just “idiots” but they have depth, I was watching a deep-dive on the psychology of Frankenstein and why people like being sad while writing Sebek's part, Being Transgender as Divine Creation (Sebek)
FEM-ALIGNED DNI!
The Freshmen groupchat lit up with texts, all about the sleepover at Ramshackle and their inevitable appearance.
Reader stood in front of the mirror, smiling at his reflection. It was void of life or actual mirth, still grappling with his reality. He believed everyone knew he was trans, simply accepting his masculinity and not questioning it, even encouraging it on some instances. Rarely was his masculinity questioned, but that was mostly Epel teasing or genuine interest from Ace, Jack, or Sebek.
His fingers touched his face, poking and prodding to make it look different in the mirror. Reader's hands move to his neck, rubbing there and feeling the bone beneath before going to his ribcage, prodding at his chest. He would decide to go binderless from the get-go, seeing as he would need to change out of it anyway.
His hands grab either side, pulling his chest to flat and thinking for a moment if he could just rip them off, the scars healing in an instant beneath his touch and his body becoming something worth his title of man.
His mind is snapped out of it when he hears yelling downstairs and banging on his door. Then, he hears his friends pouring into the dorm.
With practiced ease, Reader regains his composure and looks like nothing was awry in his mind. Besides, he'll be with his friends who support him and love him for the man he is.
He steps downstairs to greet his friends, but met with a mix of shocked, indifferent, and surprised faces.
"What...?"
Ace Trappola
One of the densest motherfuckers on the planet. When he heard you question his and the others' expressions, his mind was thrown into flashbacks of you and rethinking everything.
That is until after he shouts:
"Dude! You've got a chick's body!"
Everyone glares at him and Deuce gives him a good slap to the back of the head. Whispering, "Dude, you can't just say that!"
"Uhh... I thought I told yall. Whoops," Reader shrugged. There goes his bathroom existential crisis.
"No. No you didn't. I feel like this is important information to our relation- I mean- friendship!"
Ace felt personally attacked, coming up to Reader and making a scene. Everyone else already accepted it and kinda moved on to raiding Reader's cabinets and setting up their shit in his bedroom.
"Whoops. Sorry."
The night went on as normal, except Ace was just dazed and confused. He watched him like a stalker the whole night, studying Reader's mannerisms and trying to see if the boobs were fake. Nope, definitely real. Or super-glued on really well.
Slowly, he warms up again and goes back to normal throughout the night.
But while everyone is asleep, and Ace is beside Reeder, his eyes are glued to his sleeping face. He begins to imagine ways to win Reader over with this newfound information.
"Hey...!" he whispers, shaking Reader's shoulder gently.
He wakes from his sleep, groaning with mild irritation.
"What in the hell do you want from me?"
"Spoon me."
"Go to bed."
Nevertheless, Reader's arms encircle his friends, pushing his back to his chest. He was much too tired to object or question his relationship with Ace.
Ace, on the other hand, felt that it would make Reader feel manly to spoon him, like a fucking weirdo. It worked, but it was weird.
When Ace got back to his dorm the next day, he kept researching ways to make trans men feel more masculine and whatever. He ended up on forcemasc tumblr.
After that, he became more open and flirty, though with a more masculine undertone. It was to affirm Reader's gender, but was more awkward than anything. Hearing the words "pretty boy" now give Reader PTSD. Still, Ace is lovable and his intentions are in the right place. Mostly.
Ace's awkward flirting and general mischevious nature was endearing, at least.
Deuce Spade
Oh.... OH!
He didn't quite get the hint when Reader came downstairs. But when he did, he realized very quickly how kinda hot it is.
Like, not in a weird fetish way, but the fact that Reader was a self-made man and was so manly that no one questioned why he was chosen to be at NRC (aka kidnapped via horsedrawn carriage from another world), a notoriously all-boys school. It was more manly than something he thinks even Jack could achieve.
So, that night he began talking with Reader about the whole situation.
Reader left the room to grab some water before bed, and Deuce excused himself shortly after to talk with him.
"Hey, man," Deuce began before leaning on the counter next to Reader.
The tap was cut off as Reader grabbed his mug, taking a sip before responding.
"Sup. What'cha need?"
"You never told me about..."
There was a small silence before Reader shrugged.
"Honestly, I thought I told all of you. but I guess not. Whoops."
"You didn't... but thanks for trusting us, I guess."
It was oddly sweet how Deuce was grateful for Reader telling him this despite it being something so casual for Reader now. It made him feel better about being trans, made his transness feel like something special.
Without a thought, Reader reached out and hugged Deuce, arms wrapping gently around his waist.
"No, thank you."
So, pretty much after that interaction, Deuce is whipped as fuck.
Bro researches so much about being trans just for Reader, making sure he can do whatever it takes for him. Twisted Wonderland is much more accepting than Reader's world, but Twisted Wonderland still has statistical delinquency and homeless rates that are higher for trans youth.
Needless to say, Deuce doesn't want Reader to be like him, finding any way to provent him from turning to delinquency from loneliness or lack of acceptance.
Also ends up on forcemasc tumblr btw.
Jack Howl
The most respectful man literally ever.
"Well, it's just a surprise," he admits to Reader later after he confronted Jack about the situation, thinking to address the most sensible person in the room.
"I thought I told yall," Reader admitted, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. It was more comfortable than standing and it was late.
"You didn't..."
There was an awkward pause before Reader just shrugged.
"Oh, well. I was born a girl, now I'm a dude. You don't have a problem with it." It was less of a question than it was a statement.
It wasn't just confidence, but a silent acknowledgement of boundaries. If Jack or anyone had a problem, they were not going to be his friend.
Everyone in the room overheard and silently acknowledged the boundary. No questions about it, Reader is a boy and will be treated as such.
Jack imply watched Reader, noting the way he carried himself with respect and confidence. It was attractive. Like, really attractive.
If Jack were to date someone, it would be long-term and healthy. He knew his worth, and his partner knowing their worth was important.
All Jack could do was admire Reader as they tiredly smirked at him, talking to him... Wait, talking to him. Oh, shit he wasn't listening, just staring.
"-So, yeah. I guess i'll grab the snacks and shit. Mind helping me?"
"Yes. I mean- I'll help you."
His tail was wagging so fast, Reader could feel the air wafting around like a fan.
Reader already had his respect, this interaction only heightened his respect for him, hoping to learn more about Reader and gain his respect back or at least help him.
Another that researches, but mostly on gender affirming care and actions. He already knew about trans people and such because he is quite intelligent and could gather some hints early on in Reader's kidnapping to Twisted Wonderland.
So, he starts asking Reader to hang out with him more to do "boy" stuff. He already did, trying to gain his affection, but he'll just do it more often.
Of course, he has to invite him to workout together, telling him which excercises emphasize which features and what diets will help him achieve the goals he wants while also maintaining a healthy mindset towards gender. This manly-man of man is over here wagging his tail at how manly Reader is and that he helped him better himself.
Over time, Reader becomes more happy, much healthier, more alive. iIt's honestly beautiful, Jack sees Reader as more of a man than himself for being self-made in every way. But confessing his feelings? Scary as fuck, even though he knows it's unhealthy to bottle up his emotions.
Epel Felmier
I headcannon him as trans btw.
Anyways, he's immediately shocked. Not from the fact that Reader was born a girl, but the fact that Reader passes for a man better than he does. Well, not exactly shocked, just jealous. And impressed.
"Hey, Reader," he calls out from the kitchen's opening. Reader was just grabbing snacks to set out or everyone while they talked and such.
"Yeah, Epel?" Reader responded, turning to him. He had a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a tray of whatever else in the other.
When Reader said his name, he flushed. He didn't know why, it's just his name. There was no need to say it, but Reader said it anyways. He said it so nicely, in a way he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.
"Uh- could I talk to ya? Y'know, in private?" Epel couldn't believe he was doing this.
"Yeah, gimme a sec to put out the snacks and we can talk in my room."
The next thing Epel knew, he was sitting on Reader's bed with Reader right beside him.
"So," Epel began, taking in a deep breath before blurting "I'm trans, too. And- and I don't get it. I don't get how everyone just knows you're a boy! This ain't fair, y'know?"
He was upset. Upset that he was cursed to always look like a girl no matter what he did. He was brash and boyish, constantly displaying his masculinity only for it to be infantilized and dumbed-down to nothing more than over compensation. It was infuriating. and for him to just now find out Reader is trans only stung more. He loved him, truly, but this felt like somewhat of a betrayal even though he knew Reader did not owe him anything and he should be happy that the guy he loved passed as his authentic self.
"Epel," Reader began, a frown forming on his face to match Epel's own. "I get it. It's not fair. To be fair, I never saw you as a girl and was actually surprised when you said that. But I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. I know what it's like, so why not talk with me?"
And Reader was kind, too? Epel must've fallen for a saint.
He reached out and hugged Reader tightly, getting snot and tears on Reader's nightshirt. Honestly, Reader couldn't find it in himself to care and just embraced him back, happy to find some kind of kinship with him.
How Epel processes this is different. He tries to impress Reader withgrandiose and masculine displays, kinda like a bird flashing his tail feathers.
He doesn't need to research much, but he does try to find what makes Reader feel more masculine by using his own experience.
After the sleepover, he only gets bolder and more physically affectionate to Reader, hoping he'll get the hint. One of these bitches has to man up and confess and it will probably have to be Epel depending on how Reader is.
Sebek Zigvolt
"WHAT!? HOW...? HOW DID I NOT FIGURE THIS OUT?"
"I swear I thought I told yall."
That was reader's only defense: That he thought he told them.
"NO."
"Oh... Well, I'm transgender."
It's left at that for the entire night. Sebek is somewhat familiar with this idea, just confused that it had to be someone so not-obvious. But this is also a school with the cuntiest men ever, so there's really no gender expectations unless you're Epel.
Sebek approaches Reader the next morning, a slight flush on his cheeks because of the personable topic and the closeness it would ilicit.
Most others have left, called to action by their Housewardens or personal affairs. But Sebek stayed behind, called to this action by Lilia's imposition of his need for contact outside of his small circle. Also because Lilia knew of his crush on Reader and this was with perfect opportunity to get closer.
"Human," Sebek called after Reader. Reader was tiredly walking barefoot to the kitchen to make himself coffee.
Without thinking, Sebek grabbed onto Reader's wrist. This set his face alight with red, pulling back almost immediately despite the lack of protest from the prefect.
"Yes, Sebek?" He questioned, now more awake and concerned for his friend.
"Uh- ahem, I wish to speak on your announcement from last night. I am here to say that you have my support and respect of your endeavors."
"Oh," Reader responded, dumbfounded at such a... vulnerable (?) display from Sebek. Though, this confusion is replaced by concern and amusement at the rouge falling upon Sebek's cheeks and ears.
"Well, I cherish your support," Reader replied, placing a hesitant hand to Sebek's shoulder. "Thank you."
This interaction triggered a fervent want and need for Reader's approval. This is quite similar to his desire for approval from Malleus, though not from the want to be Reader's perfect retainer and knight, but to be his perfect lover.
How lowly, he thought, to be vying for a human's affections.
He does not see Reader differently, only putting together the pieces of past interactions and justifying some behaviors he has. He also does more research on the human stigma of gender and gender expression and contrasts it to the perception of gender from fae. After the war, he remembers Lilia explaining, some human ideas of gender and the imposition of colonial ideals were imposed upon fae and changed some of the culture surrounding gender and their roles. It was a very insightful lesson on the effects of war on the subjugated people that allowed Sebek to view Reader's gender as a divine act of creation and bravery.
In summation, he's even more whipped than before.
My requests are open btw! I have a lot of fandoms I write for, and some may not be listed but go for it if you think i might be a part of it.
Why are SOME female readers SOOOOO pressed by the idea of male readers/writers? 💀 Isn't the majority of the "x reader" stories centered around the female audience? Why are YOU complaining about a gay dude not wanting to write fics for female readers? What point are YOU trying to make to shame the creator for writing gay love? HOW IS IT AFFECTING YOUR DAILY ROUTINE?!?!?!
Telling gay creators a character is not queer and being continuously bitchy over it won't stop them from making fics. There is no such thing as being "underrepresented" and "oppressed" by ONE fic 🤦
Stop complaining about homosexuality. Start minding your hetero business. ✌️
There's an issue with x readers when I read it. When it says, "gender neutral" some people use she/her pronouns instead. When writing a gender neutral fic you use they/them. It's an issue, why?
NOT ALL READERS ARE FEMALE!!
There could be males, non-binaries, etc. reading a fic that says "gender neutral/gn" but then she/her is used. There could be trans men reading that and they have body dysphoria. That's a problem, especially when the author themselves meant no harm.
Speaking by experience, I use he/him pronouns. But I am not trans. It just makes me uncomfortable. I'm not saying to give hate or anything.
If you use she/her it's automatically a female reader. Not gender neutral or anything. Gender neutral means it's welcomed for any gender even if it uses they/them. The reader is supposed to replace the pronouns.
Stop putting "gender neutral/gn reader" and use she/her. Sometimes it makes me feel like that fanfiction is only for females and not for any other gender, and I know I'm not alone on this one.
Sometimes people just put it there just for it to get popular, and if you asked me I'd say that's messed up. Fortunately, not all gn readers are like this.
And if you say that there's barely any female reader fics out there's a ton. This whole post is about not using she/her for gn. So respectfully shut the fuck up. Search up a person for an x reader and there will be a ton of fem readers. So stop spouting bull shit.
Also, if there's a male reader and they say DNI for she/her and she/they and you still interact, what the fuck is wrong with you? Male readers BARELY get any fics with he/him, NON-BINARIES TOO! I'm jealous that you actually get some fics that use correct pronouns.
(Not all females are like this and they've earned my respect. Go go females! Also, let's go, lesbians!)
I'm so petty about those types of people that I want to write a fem reader and use all sorts of different pronouns throughout the fic but not she/her but I'm not.
Please stop doing this. If you say gender neutral use they/them. Not, and never EVER use she/her instead.
This is a reminder to any woman or female-aligned person on my page. Which is to say go away. You have your fanfiction targeted specifically to you, let us have this space and respect our boundaries, especially the trans men like me. We write because we know there is none for us here, so we write it ourselves and seeing that a grown ass woman has interacted with my post specifically for non women is disheartening and frustrating. This is to say it also pisses me off when people will take an openly queer character and bend their sexuality or gender identity to self-ship. just to make it straight. This happens frequently with gay and lesbian characters because one character wasn't "for" the reader's gender identity or smth. ts pmo
So, I'm not entirely back.not to be all AO3 author right now, but I've had some stuff going on.
In about December or January, I put out a post telling you to flood m,e with requests. I got about 5 instantly and a 6th about a month later. Since I obviously have no new content, I didn't get everythiong done before Midterms- anything done before Midterms. Some I may never get to, and some are mostly finished and sitting in my drafts.
The things I've been going through range from heartbreak to having fun sneaking out to studying because I bmbed my calculus Midterm that I need for my degree. But I'm trying and have a lot of people who love me and care about me on my side. I also recently started a new audiobook by Adam Silvera in his series. I loved the first two, and you should totally check it out.
Anyways, to my 12 followers, I am trying to get all my work done for the next couple of weeks and get an advantage on my time to write things I care aboyut that aren't just a History essay due this Sunday. I'm a procrastinator, but I need to correct that and own up to my responsibilities as a student and wanna-be overachiever.
So, i may write sparse amounts uintil possibly the first week of summer before I take my job as a camp counselor. But I'll try to get at least 3 out because I made this page soley to write for an MLM and trans audience because of our lack of diverse representation.
I. NEED. REQUESTS. I have no goddamn ideas for first of any and all kinds. Omg, I see people actually liking and reblogging my posts and I am so happy, but I know that I can't do shit if I don't have requests because I am a bum and I am sadly apart of dying and dead fandoms that need to be revived or have some kind of works for them. Please omg request something, literally anyone.
Hello! I stumbled across your blog a few days ago and I adore your writing, reading through different fics and headcanons has felt soothing and warm, like getting wrapped up in a blanket :]
I'd love to see your take on Red Son helping a reader (he/they) who's exploring presenting more masculine pick out clothing, get more comfortable presenting in public + boosting his confidence, trying out pronouns, exc. It would be especially delightful if there's romantic feelings but neither is aware of the other's feelings/ready to confess yet :] Hope you're having a lovely day!
☆ You Burn Brighter Than You Know — Red Son x Masc Reder ☆
Genre: Fluff || He/they pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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"Red Son, are you sure this is necessary?" You asked. You were sitting on a bench within the Megapolis mega-mall, holding a box in your arms as Red Son shuffles through hanging suits. "Of course it is!" He insisted, picking one that was a deep blue velvet. He folded it over his arm with the other outfits he'd picked out. "We need to show these puny peasants the man you are! And what better way than with style?" He said, picking up a leather jacket with studs and flames on it. He grinned widely as he added it to the others "Perfect!"
His words caused a small feeling of joy to bloom in your chest. You didn't fully know what to expect when telling the Flame Prince your troubles with finding yourself, but being dragged for a shopping spree was probably at the bottom of the list, if at all. He helped you up, guiding you to the dressing room. He took a seat, one leg crossing over the other as he stood tall and proud. "Go on now," He encouraged, handing you the outfits from his arm "And not a word about price, you hear me?". "Loud and clear" You said, grinning as you carried the pile with you through the changing room door
"Too tight"
"Too gaudy"
"That color doesn't match your eyes"
"Hmm, turn for me? Hmm... hm. No"
As it turns out, royalty is very picky about how to present oneself. It felt like it barely took an hour for you to burn through the options he had presented to you. You came out last in the leather jacket, awkwardly sporting the ripped sleeves and jangly chains. Red Son nodded with a big smile "That's the one! Bold, confident, but dangerous!"
You chuckled a little, gently taking it off "Maybe I'll save it for later then. But can we take a break, maybe? I think we're gonna give the workers heart attacks if we keep tearing up the racks". Red Son huffed, sitting back with crossed arms "Fine then". You sat beside him, gently bumping his shoulder with yours "Thanks for this. I'm glad you wanted to help out"
"Why wouldn't I? You're my ally, after all" Red Son said. You chuckled a bit "You can say friend, you know". "But you're much more than that!" Red Son argued, sitting straight again. Your heartbeat stuttered at his words, and the conviction in his eyes as he spoke. "I want these people to see you like I do. A man who doesn't need their approval! But also a person worthy of their notice!" Red Son continued "And appearance is a part of that"
"I guess so" You began slowly. Red Son noticed the slight dimming of your usual brightness and hastened to add, "But- you don't need it, if you don't want it! They should see you as you are regardless! I can destroy them to a crisp if they don't!" He said, lighting a ball of flames in his fist. You placed a hand on his shoulder before he could go slinging flames. "I get what you're trying to do, it's okay" You smiled. "But I wanna take it one day at a time for now. I'm still figuring all this out, who I wanna be. Maybe we can start small?"
"Yes..." Red Son extinguished the ball of flames, letting them dissolve into smoke "Yes, small is doable". A look of uncertainty was on his face. "I... didn't push you, did I?" He asked "I've been so focused, and- did you even want this?" He went on, looking up at you with worry. "I did, honest!" You reassured him "Just maybe not this much so soon". Red Son nodded in understanding. He stood, his boisterous attitude coming back in full swing. "Then I will lead you to victory!" He declared, pointing to the nearby aisle "And to the best items this feeble store can offer!"
As he ran off, you helped re-fold everything he'd taken out previously. Sure, he tended to be a little much, but his dedication was unwavering. You watched as he excitedly picked up some rather violent graphic T-shirts, a worker taking the folded clothes from your hands. You ran after him, catching up to his side "Starting small, remember?"
"Yes, yes, I'm merely picking what would look best on you" Red Son said, already working on a new pile. It was both flattering and amusing. You huffed a little sigh, silently resigned to the fact that his aggressive support wasn't going anywhere anytime soon
So there’s this artist, Alex Schaefer, who makes a bunch of paintings of Chase Bank burning.
There’s just
so many of these
and I think it’s incredibly funny but
I just read this bit from the artist and
This is a "plein air" painting which means I set up my easel right across the street of this Chase bank in my city and painted it like it had caught fire. The police questioned me on the spot. Three weeks later Homeland Security was knocking on the door to my home. The question they kept asking me was "Do you hate these banks?" I can honestly say yes.
And I just think this is the greatest artist statement I’ve ever read.
{ID - several oil paintings of various banks on fire, and a photo of Alex Schafer, the artist, painting a new one outside a bank of america that is very much not on fire (though the one in the painting is)
Also pictured: Schaefer is wearing a T-Shirt which has logos parodying various banking institutions, such as:
Bad for America in the style of Bank of America
ShitiBank in the style of CitiBank
We're Felons in the style of Wells Fargo
Crooks in the style of Chase
If interested, one can support Schaefer by purchasing one of these shirts (or a 'solo' design, or one featuring a burning bank painting) from the artist's website.
I have a teeny little request :)) how about Malleus with an S/O who's really affectionate and clingy? I feel like he'd love somebody not afraid to show him some love <3
"Affection all the way!"
⋆°• ☁︎ - Request!
Feat. Malleus Draconia
AN: Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy! So sorry this took me so long, Anon! Had a bunch of stuff that ended up going on!!
Oh totally agree with you anon!! I mean this man literally grew up alone and with nobody else that was around him to be able to have that kind of affectionate relationship!
On another hand do I think that at first he would be a little confused before he finally understood that it was just because you loved him that you were doing that, hell yes.
But when he actually understands and gets comfortable with you, lord, you are never getting rid of him… (Not like that's really a bad thing!)
The first time that you had been over at Malleus’s room it was weird to say the least… No matter how many times you had tried to initiate some sort of physical affection it was almost as if he had an intolerance to it. Constantly staying away from it, and the most you could ever get from him was holding hands here and there or maybe a small quick kiss on the cheek or hand if he was feeling bold at the time. But every time it never went past that, or for longer than only a few seconds. Affection had always been something that you held close and you really wanted to share it with the person that you had really cared about, in turn, sharing that with Malleus and for him to understand that you really loved him. And yet every time you had been shut down, even if sometimes there was a sense that he wanted to. The way his hang lingered near yours, or the way it took him a little bit longer to let go of your hand when you had to part ways, and even the way that he kept his face close to your hand as he kissed it, even sometimes kissing your hand more than once. During the times, even Lilia had mentioned how much he seemed to smile at just the thought of you and the memories that had flooded his mind, the affection that you had given him. And yet every time, there was a sense of unknown that followed your affection, even more so when you had given it to him with nothing in return, no ulterior motives, no looking for his magic in return, never expecting anything of him, only showing that he was somebody that you had loved.
Weeks had gone by and the feeling of constantly wanting to be around you had never faded, instead it had only grown in desire. He wanted nothing more than to go to wherever you were after a hard day and lay his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, maybe if he was lucky he would even be able to stay with you as you worked on your homework, fingers interlaced under the table. What was this…? Did he always have a feeling to be around somebody and actively seek out their affection? He couldn’t think of a time that he was that desperate to get somebody to even give him an inch of something, let alone take the whole mile. So, what does one do when they don’t understand? Why, look it up! So off the housewarden went to the library, and through investigation only one thing had popped up at him. The feeling of ‘Touch starvation’ as writers had called it. The lack of affection from before so when you finally get it, you crave it more than anything else. And that did it for him, that’s what he had, what he wanted to get rid of. And the first part of healing from anything? Admitting you had the problem, which, to no surprise, is the first thing he had blurted out when he saw you next time. There was no doubt that as much as he had tried to hide it, he loved it more than anything. His subconscious was one of the biggest giveaways about it, the amount of times that he had said one thing about not needing it, just to turn around and move his head deeper into your hand as you messed with his hair. He soon realized that, even when he was trying to be better at accepting the affection that you had given him without a second thought, that he needed nothing more. No kingdom, no magic, no power would have ever compared to the love and touch that you had given him and showed him without the fear that normally followed. He might have masqueraded the flowery words that had come out of his mouth, always dancing around the subject and never with a clear answer. But yet, the way that Lilia, many times, had come up to you just to announce the fact that your affection was some of the only things that Malleus could speak about made him nothing but happy for the boy. And every time after that he had taken every inch that you could give him with a smile, after all, he needed to recover from the many, many years he had nothing…
some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive
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