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I got this idea and I decided to write it out. Little bit of backstory, (y/n) is gonna originally from the Obey Me universe, but MC is still a separate person hereby dubbed M.C. or Mary Catherine, and she is kinda gonna be a bully to (y/n).
This is purely self serving and a work of fiction. I do not own any of the characters mentioned. I was feeling the big sad and wanted comfort from some of my comfort characters.
TW for bullying and lots of crying.
Today was the worst day I've had since joining the transfer program. I walk into the library; my glasses are barely sitting on my face, thanks to one of the arms missing. Through my shattered lenses and the tears welling in my eyes I squelch over to a blonde I assume is Satan. I drop my school bag on the floor and quietly ask, "Can I have a hug? I know I'm soaked and I'll change after but..." I feel my lip quiver and the tears begin to fall. Then I feel warm arms wrap themselves around my shoulders and I break. The floodgates open and I just start sobbing, my knees give out and 'Satan' and I drop to the floor but he makes sure it's a gentle descent. At one point I feel someone grab my broken frames off my face but I don't care; I need to cry and nothing is stopping the tears as they cascade down my cheeks. I continue to cry even as someone peels my uniform jacket off, probably to wash it but couldn't be sure. The whole time 'Satan' rubs my back and gently pulls whatever was in the bucket of nastiness that M.C.'s lackeys had dumped on me as we left RAD. I end up crying so long and so hard that I actually passed out from the tears for the first time since childhood.
POV Change -Comte
I don't know who this girl is but when she walks over soaked in what smelt like old mop water that definitely had more then just dirty water in it, judging by the things Arthur and I pulled from her hair, she was truly miserable. She hadn't noticed that I wasn't who she thought I was as she practically melted when I placed my arms around her shoulders before letting herself switch from a light cry to a full-on sob. Though, the fact that her glasses were nearly falling off her face and missing pieces didn't help or hide the tears that had already begun to fall before she made her request. Her knees buckled before giving out, falling fully into my arms. I led us both to the ground for her sake as her sobs were so violent they even shook me, despite the fact that she was much smaller than I am. I managed to help Sebastian get her jacket off, but no one in the library was prepared to see the damage underneath. This poor girl's arms are covered in bruises, and from what any of us could tell, they extend beyond the short sleeves of her blouse. After some time, her sobs slow, and when I check, I'm not surprised to see that she has fallen asleep.
"I'll need to check on those wounds and see what other damage there is. Whatever was dumped on her has such a strong scent that I almost missed the smell of blood. I need to find the open wound or wounds and treat them before they get infected. That is, if it's not already." Arthur goes into full doctor mode. I let him, trusting that he knows what is best here. As I went to lift the girl into my arms, a strange song began to emit from the bag she dropped. I look at it in bafflement for a moment before Sebastian grabs it and, with little effort, pulls a rectangular device I recognize as a future phone, still playing the silly song. He slides his finger, and before he can even open his mouth, the phone's speakers are blasting with a male voice.
"(Y/N)!!! Are you OK?!? Where are you? Mary Catherine said that you left before her. Why aren't you home yet? Did you make other plans without anyone knowing?" He fired out questions faster than most could comprehend. Rather than stay and continue to listen, as he hadn't stopped speaking, I finished picking up the girl and asked Sebastian to handle the man on the other end of the call. I followed Arthur to the medical room and laid her on the bed there. Follow his directions, I her out of the rest of what looked to be a uniform or dress clothes, allowing her to keep her undergarments for the time being, while Arthur prepped the medical supplies he thought he may need. I tried not to cringe at each bruise and wound I discovered in the process.
"These are worse than I thought. And the amount." I could hear the anger and sorrow in the author's voice and felt the very same rise in me. Rather than reacting with that anger and disgust, he directed me to get a cloth and wipe down her body with warm water so that he could work on treating her injuries. Just then, Sebastian walked in, still holding, what I assumed to be, her phone. The previous man was no longer talking, and it seemed to be a different, calmer one, from what I heard of him while they were in the hall. He was going to speak, but one look at her battered body left him speechless, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer amount of damage there actually was underneath the clothes. After several tense moments of silence dotted with the sounds of water running and the fizzling of peroxide, the man on the phone spoke.
"Hello? Mr. Sebastian? Were you able to find (Y/N)?" That seemed to bring Sebastian back to the present. He quickly responds with an affirmative before the other voice continues to ask, "May I speak to her?" Sebastian swallows harshly before answering.
"Unfortunately, the young lady is unable to answer at this time. She cried herself to sleep, and her wounds are being attended to as we speak. I feel I must ask," He took a deep breath before continuing, "Did you know about the injuries she has? Many appear to be at least a week old if not older, and they haven't been properly treated." He might have continued, but there was a loud commotion on the other end of the call, and multiple voices could be heard. Just then, the call disconnected. Sebastian, Arthur, and I all looked amongst ourselves before Sebastian asked, "Should I attempt to call them back?" I shook my head.
"No. If someone calls, then you can answer, otherwise prepare a room for her. And see if you can acquire some clothes that will fit for the time being. Until she is able to return to her home, we will take responsibility for her. (Y/N)? That was her name, correct? Please inform the others about our newest resident." He nodded and left to complete his newest set of tasks and I turned to Arthur, who was still tending to her injuries, and questioned, "About how long do you think it will take for her to physically recover from this?" I knew that the psychological ramifications would most likely take much longer to recover from if she ever did recover from them.
"It's hard to say for sure, but I'd hazard a guess that it'll be at least 2 weeks. It could be more or it could be less. Depends on if any of these get seriously infected. Everyone has differing recovery timelines. Thank God nothing is broken. Poor thing would be in for a much longer recovery time." I am regularly grateful for his knowledge and expertise as a doctor, and today is no exception. As he finishes his work, I wash the remaining sludge from her hair and face. Within moments of finishing, Sebastian comes back with some clothes for her, and we promptly dress her. Before I lift her up to move her to the guest room, Sebastian makes a comment about how she has managed to sleep through Arthur's treatments. This causes the doctor to become alarmed, and he grabs a penlight. He gently lifts her eyelid and swipes the light over her multiple times before beginning to swear up a storm. I ask him what is wrong, and he quickly responds, "She has a concussion. She was hit in the head and hard. Her being unconscious is incredibly dangerous."
"Actually, in the future, it is found that it's only dangerous to sleep if the patient is showing signs of unusual aggression of nausea. Not only that, but she had a truly awful month from what I understood. This may be her body attempting to catch up on some much needed sleep." Sebastian steps in to calm us. Arthur's confused look causes him to explain, "I spent some time in hospitals and chose to learn while I was there." He seemingly accepts this answer and allows me to take her to a more comfortable place to sleep. I just barely lay her in one of the guest rooms before hearing her phone go off again. Sebastian heads into the hall to take the call while I tuck her in. Just as I'm about to leave the room I look back at her once more and am filled with sorrow for this girl that cried herself to sleep in the arms of a stranger who she believed was a friend. I sighed and left her to sleep, planning on giving her previous housemates a thorough talking to.
POV Change - (Y/N)
I slowly blinked awake to the sound of piano music. I could feel the leftover headache from crying so hard. Oddly, I realized that I was staring at a ceiling I didn't recognize, even without my glasses. It was the wrong shades of pink and gold to be Asmo's room, but no one else had a four-poster bed besides M.C. and she would rather die than have me anywhere near her room. She had even said so when I first arrived. I couldn't dwell on that memory for too long because someone opened the door. I attempt to sit up and greet them, but the movement causes what little vision I have to swim with spots. Whoever it is rushed over to help me. He wore gloves, making me think that it was Barbatos. With his help, I managed to sit up fully, and he handed me a glass, allowing me to drink as much as I needed and taking it back when I had finished.
"Thank you, Barbatos. How long was I out?" Though the spots had cleared, my head was still pounding, and I didn't want to open my eyes and possibly make it worse.
"You've been asleep for about 16 hours. Currently it is about 9:30 in the morning. The doctor was starting to get worried about you." The formality and tone was right for Barbatos, but the voice itself is wrong. I tried to look at him, but the room was dark, and my eyesight was truly awful . My head was still pounding, so I only glanced up before shutting my eyes again. All I could determine is that the color pallet was totally off compared to the demon butler, as this person wore shades of grey, whereas Barbatos wore black and teal. I guess that he saw my expression because he handed me the water and said, "My name is Sebastian. I spoke with your housemates. Apparently, there was a spell that displaced you. Until it is corrected, you will be staying here. Once you feel up to it, Comte, the head of the house, would like to speak with you." His tone was gentle and even.
"I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but where am I?" I felt crazy but it was the first thing I thought of. As I spoke, I realized that I wasn't wearing the R.A.D. uniform. "And what happened to my clothes?" He chuckled a bit at that, but there was no humor in his laugh.
"There is no need to feel bad. You are just waking up from a minor concussion. And to answer your first question, you are currently in France. Unfortunately, your previous outfit has been removed due to the damage, but I will make sure to acquire some replacements to suit the present time and place. Luckily, one of the residents was able to find a pair of glasses that are almost the same as your prescription. I should also inform you that after speaking with Comte, Arthur would like to check on your wounds." He handed me said glasses, a pair of simple silver frames and round lenses. Thankfully, my head had stopped pounding as I stared at him in confusion, which he picked up on and added, "He's the resident doctor. He dressed your wounds and will most likely wish to discuss a treatment plan." I nodded along, putting on the replacement glasses and attempting to get my bearings so that I could get up while he opened the curtains and let in some light.
While my eyes adjusted to the new lenses, I attempted to get a better look at Sebastian. He was taller, roughly the same height as Belphie, and a pretty young guy. If I had to guess, he would be in his mid to late 20s despite his grey, almost white hair. He also has blue grey eyes and, overall, just has a grey color theme. His suit is a deep charcoal, and he wore a silvery grey bow tie(I don't know what to call his tie thing, so...). Overall, he looked like the perfect butler, and even his posture and voice screamed professional.
Sebastian helped me stand and offered me a housecoat and slippers, informing me that it was the dead of winter and snow covered the ground outside. Once he was sure I wouldn't fall over, he led me to the mysterious Comte. As we walked, I looked around at the large house, or maybe it's a mansion? I'd have to ask later. It was elegant but still tastefully decorated. And it was so clean despite the snow outside, making me assume that there would be mud everywhere. Finally, we reached a door, which Sebastian knocked on, then opened to lead me into what was obviously a bedroom. All over the room were dozens of hourglasses in varying sizes and colors, but somehow they all looked good together, and with the rest of the decor. Even the giant ones that framed the fireplace managed to match the wood that the bed frame was made of almost perfectly. There was a small table in the center of two brown leather chairs with a tea set already laid out. The room's beauty distracted me from the man sitting in one of the chairs.
He was blonde with bright golden eyes. He was currently wearing a white undershirt with a bronze vest and brown pants, and I could see his jacket and tie draped over the edge of the bed, which was also a mix of bronze and gold. 'Golly, these people really throw themselves into their color themes' was all that came to my mind as I looked at the two men. Suddenly, I wondered if everyone who lived here had to pick one color and stick with it. I chuckled a bit at that. He perked up at the sound
"What is funny? Please sit and have some tea. Sebastian, would you please get our guest something to eat, if you haven't already." He went from talking to me to addressing the grey toned man who was already heading out the door. He turned his attention back to me as the door shut. "Come, sit with me. Would you like any sugar?" He poured me a cup as he spoke, adding sugar cubes for me. I sat across from him, took a sip of the tea, and to my surprise, it was (fave tea). He noticed my surprise and said, "I spoke with the brothers and Barbatos. They are attempting to get Mary to explain what she did and will attempt to fix it. Until then, I would like to offer you a place here in the manor with us. Though I feel I should warn you that the majority of the residents are vampires, with Sebastian as the exception. But from what I understood, you previously lived with demons?" He ended with a question, and I only nodded in agreement.
"Sir," I had so many questions, but I decided to answer his offer first, "I appreciate the offer to stay in your home and would love to take you up on it. But if you don't mind, what do you mean when you say that most of the residents are vampires? How many people live here? What kinds of vampires are they? Is everyone nocturnal? Can you guys eat garlic?" I practically whispered out that last question, hoping like mad that it wasn't the case. I would hate to have to give up garlic. He chucked a bit at my horror before answering all of my questions.
"No, we are not truly nocturnal, and we all are very capable of eating garlic. Sebastian regularly makes a cheesy garlic bread for the house. And as far as the type of vampires that we all are, all you need to know is that we are almost the exact same as you, but we just need to drink a small amount of blood a day to get us by. And there are eleven men total currently living in the manor, including myself and Sebastian. I will have to ask that you not panic when you meet them, as you most likely recognize their names from history. But there is no need to worry, they have already promised to be on their best behavior." I opened my mouth to ask more questions when Sebastian returned with a tray of food. It had my mouth watering before he even made it to me. The tray had several items, including cut-up pieces of fruit and pancakes and more; the whole thing looked divine.
"I wasn't sure what you would like, so I brought options. I had asked Lucifer if you had any allergies and acted accordingly." Sebastian is so thoughtful, and went through the trouble of making different things, and even remembered to ask about allergies. I didn't notice that I had started crying until Comte took off my glasses and began wiping my tears away with his handkerchief. Poor Sebastian began panicking, asking, "Did I miss something? Is it alright? Should I take it all away?" His worry made me cry harder, and I attempted to explain, but I just couldn't speak. At that point, Comte came over and pulled me into a hug and let me just cry it out while Sebastian rubbed gentle circles on my back. Eventually, I was able to stop long enough to drink some water and actually breathe.
"Sorry," I hiccuped slightly, still having tears run down my cheeks. "It's been a while since someone was this nice to me. I didn't know that it would make me cry. You are fine. Thank you for thinking of me." I took the handkerchief and wiped what was hopefully the last tears for the day. They both momentarily looked shocked at that bit of information before Sebastian's face fell, and Comte's expression hardened before he began speaking.
"(Y/N). Is there anything that we need to be made aware of? Perhaps you need to get something off your chest? Maybe how you sustained all your injuries?" I flinched at his words and cast my eyes down word. I suddenly felt the urge to get up and run, but I knew that I wouldn't get away with them both so close. Once again, tears fell from my eyes, but these were born of fear, and Comte once again comforted me and wiped many away. "You have no need to fear us (Y/N). We only want to know what happened and how to help. Though I may also wish to be able to confront Lucifer about what I assume Mary Catherine did to you." I flinched once more at the mention of her name and cried harder. I began to babble through my tears, telling the two about the things that M.C. did to me, and all the times I had been ignored. He patiently held me and whispered soothing words to ease my mind, promising that I didn't have to go back if I didn't want to. At some point, Comte pulled me into his lap, and I was sobbing into his shoulder, and Sebastian left the room.
Finally, I was able to stop crying, but Comte kept holding me, running his fingers through my hair in a way that almost made me want to sleep again. Instead, I drank more water, but before I could stand, Comte picked up a piece of (fave fruit) and held it to my lips. I didn't have the energy to fight him, so I just let him hand feed me until I was full. He kept me in his arms for a moment longer before saying that I should go to Arthur and get checked out. He helped me up, and I felt a bit embarrassed by how often I had to be helped with standing today. He handed me my new glasses, and once they were on, I followed him back out into the hall.
Arthur was a character, that's for sure. I appreciated that he took care of me and tended my wounds, but something about him had me on edge. It almost felt like he was holding back as he changed a few bandages, but I didn't know him well enough to be sure. He also followed this house's seeming trend of being somewhat monochromatic and having his eyes be the basis of the color scheme minus his glasses. At least his eyes are a pretty blue surrounded by a pair of bronze colored frames. His hair is a muted cobalt mess that somehow manages to look good. He is dressed down, like Comte, in just a dress shirt and navy slacks, but I could see his jacket was draped over the back of his chair.
He told me and Comte that I was to be on bed rest for a few days and while he may have been sure that I didn't have any broken bones, he wasn't sure that none were bruised. He spoke with me about my pain, and I felt like he actually took my words into account rather than assuming that I was just being dramatic like many of the doctors in the demon realm. I almost started crying again at that revelation. Thankfully, I didn't, but he noticed my sad look and asked, "Why are you sad, love? I know that no one likes to be told to take it easy, but you've got some nasty bruising. And they are in some rather odd spots for bedroom activities." That last statement made the blonde man glare at him, but it managed to get me to laugh a bit. This seemed to be his goal, as he wore a very proud grin. Comte just sighed and shook his head at our immaturity.
"Is there anything else that she needs to know, or can we leave?" Comte's frustration made me giggle even more, and he continued to shake his head. After the doctor confirmed that there was nothing else that they needed to talk about, I once again followed the blonde man into the hall. He began to give me a tour of the house and even introduced me to most of the other residents. My favorites off the bat were Napoleon, Issac, and of course Comte and Sebastian. Dazai kinda gave me 'creepy stalker' vibes, and while it was nice to listen to Mozart, he was very cold. He said that there were a few more people who lived here, specifically naming Jean, but claimed that he is a recluse who doesn't really like him, "Not that I blame him." I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't think it was appropriate to ask.
He finally led me to the library, and I suddenly felt like Belle in the library scene. He said that I was free to look around and read whatever I wanted and apologized that he had to leave, but I told him that I would be alright. After reassuring that I wasn't upset that he had to go, he said that Sebastian would come grab me for lunch before letting me look around. After walking a quick lap around the library, I was able to find a few titles in a language I could recognize. I was already holding two, and as I reached for the third, someone else's hand grabbed it, as well as collecting the ones already in my arm. I whip my head towards the new person and realize that he's one of the people Comte did not introduce me to.
"You were put on bed rest. I'll carry these for you. Would you like any more or is this a good enough start?" He was kind and even had some humor in his tone, but I was more concerned that I didn't know him.
"Sorry, but who are you?" I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was kinda startled by a random man coming up behind me in any context. I tried to sound less rude by adding, "Thank you for the help. I think that they will be enough for now."
"Ah. I'm Leonardo. Sorry cara mia. I always forget to do introductions. Now that it's settled, where would you like to read?" His grin was full of mischief as he began to walk away. I could tell that this would be a bumpy ride, living in the manor. But it would be interesting for sure.
So life got a bit busy and I may have let this account slip through the gaps. In which also means all the half written pieces of work I had sitting in my drafts no longer make sense to me (oops for never writing a plan… ;-;)
But! Now I actually have time to do the things I loved, like writing! The question is… what should I write? This translates to, she’s in a creative slump and needs some prompts to get her started
So for that reason I do have my requests open for any suggestions or to ask any questions as well! I never really built up a base before I went on an unannounced hiatus so that’s something I’d love to do this time around!
While I revamp my blog and start to change things around and sort out masterlists and request pages, here’s a quick little breakdown!
Fandom’s I’ll write for:
- Twisted Wonderland
- The Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing etc)
- Love and Deepspace
I am happy to write for the majority of characters in these, especially to help broaden my writing abilities. Although I will not be writing anything that is explicit.
If you made it to here, thank you for reading my caffeine powered ramble! It really means a lot and I cannot wait to be writing again!
kind of wanna reinforce this here. because i’ve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.
ai writing is not okay.
it’s literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. it’s using authors’ very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.
writing is a form of art. fanfiction is a form of literature.
seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.
genuinely don’t know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.
You were born with a gift. The gift to be able to see the future. You would always have small or big glimpses of the future every now and then. And the visions are usually never something bad, until now…
Malleus draconia x fem!reader
Reader is also a Fae and malleus childhood friend:)
Angst
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You never found your gift to be horrible. You always thought that it was pretty cool and amazing, being able to see little glimpses of the future. You found it to be very fascinating rather than scary.
And for the most part, your visions were never bad. You never saw anything that made you scared or uneasy, well besides the few times when you had a few visions that made you confused and or a little scared BUT it was all good in the end!
But today. You never expected to get a vision like you did today.
-
You were in your room, humming and packing some clothes for your small trip to Malleus palace. You're really excited to see malleus and the others again after so long. Ever since they received your text about you visiting them they have been counting down the days of your arrival.
You giggle at the memory of silver sending you a picture of Lilia marking down each day until your arrival at the palace.
“Y/n dear! Are you ready?” Your mom asks. You quickly packed the last of your clothing before closing your suitcase.
“Yes mom, I'm ready!” Your door opens to reveal your mother and a guard standing behind her.
“Ah! My beautiful daughter! I can’t believe you’ll be gone for a whole week!” She says as she pulls you into a tight hug.
“It’s only a week! Then I’ll be back until my next visit” You say with a smile. You and your mother talked for a bit until your father came into the room and told you that everything is ready for your trip to the palace.
“Bye my pretty girl! And be careful!”
“Be safe! And you already know what to do if anything bad happens!” You waved at both of your parents before getting in the carriage.
-
It wasn’t long until you finally arrived. You looked out and saw malleus and the others waiting excitedly for you.
“Ah it’s a pleasure seeing you again lady y/n!” Lilia says as he helps you step out of the carriage.
“It’s great to see you all again! I missed you all”
“Allow me to help with your luggage!” Sebek then immediately grabbed all three of your luggage as you began to panic.
“Oh no no no! I can’t possibly have you carry all that! I can help-“
“No, I'll do it! So please allow me”
“But-“
“Sebek is a strong boy. He’ll be fine” Silver reassures you. You just nod but not before asking Sebek if he needed help once again. But he only replies with a “I’m fine!” Before you let him carry all your luggage inside the palace.
-
“Thank you so much sebek. You really didn’t have to carry all my luggage up here”
“It’s no problem! I am a knight and it’s my duty to serve my master and any other royals!” You smiled before giving sebek a small kiss on the check.
“I appreciate your help, thank you” The boy was left speechless. A shade of dark red adoring his cheeks.
“I-it’s no problem! I-I’ll go now!” And he left. You giggle at his shyness. You decided to unpack before doing anything else. It didn’t take long before you had everything unpacked and the moment you sat down on your bed you heard a knock at the door.
“Come in” The door then opens to reveal malleus. You smile once you see your childhood friend.
“Mal!” Malleus smiles at you before pulling you into a hug.
“It’s nice to see you again child of man”
“How have you been mal? Have you been doing good? Eating good?” Malleus could feel his cheeks heat up as you continue to ask him more questions.
“I’m doing quite well. But I’ll also ask you the same thing, have you been taking care of yourself too?”
“Of course I have! I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t” You joked. Malleus just smiles before handing you some chocolate.
“I bought your favorite” You could feel your heart beat increase as he handed you the chocolate.
“Oh sevens! You shouldn’t have! Now I feel bad that I didn’t get you anything!” He chuckles at your worried expression.
“Don’t panic. But I would love it if you would accompany me on a walk around the palace garden” He asks and who were you to say no to someone like malleus?
“I’d love to”
-
The two of you walked around the garden as you talked about old memories from when the two of you were young and other funny embarrassing ones.
“Haha! I remember that! I still can’t forget the look on Lilias face” As you laughed, you didn’t notice the literal heart eyes in malleus eyes as he watched you laugh.
“Ohh my stomach now hurts from all that laughing!” He smiles before stopping and crouching down next to a rose bush.
“Oh? What are you doing mal?” You ask curiously. Malleus doesn’t respond and you can see him carefully getting a beautiful red rose from the bush before standing back to his full height. He turns around and you see a beautiful rose in his hand.
“For you” You were taken aback before heat rushes up your neck.
“For me?”
“Mhm” You carefully grabbed the rose from his hands before smiling.
“Ah I didn’t know you missed me that much!” You teased as he started to turn red. But you wouldn’t lie that you weren’t screaming inside by malleus sweet (or romantic) gesture.
Could this mean malleus also likes you back?
But soon the excitement went away when you felt a throbbing pain in your head.
A vision
It’s you. You wore a beautiful traditional briar valley wedding dress along with malleus who was also wearing a traditional briar valley suit.
It’s a wedding-YOUR wedding. You can see the excited smile on both you and malleus faces as family and friends congratulated you both.
“Congratulations to the two of you!”
“You look stunning as always lady- or should I say Mrs draconia” Lilia teases as you feel your face heat up.
“Congratulations waka-sama!” Sebek cries as silver just sighs before congratulating you with a smile.
You saw how malleus looked at you with heart eyes as he pulled you closer to him and gave you a kiss.
Then your vision changes and you can see yourself carrying what seems to be a baby. You were sitting in you and malleus shared bedroom and you cooed at the small bundle of joy as malleus sat next to you. A huge smile on his face.
“He looks just like you” You tell him.
“He has your eyes” Malleus tells you. You were both in awe as the little one opened his eyes before crying.
“He’s hungry”
It was so cute. So wholesome. So it definitely didn’t prepare you for what you were about to see next.
What you saw next was absolutely horrific. You could see yourself laying in your husband’s arms all bloody.
You looked…dead
You were dead
You were dead in your husband's arms as his cries of agony rang through the palace walls.
“No please! My wife! Not my wife!”
“Please wake up y/n! Please don’t leave me” He cries as he holds your body close. And then you suddenly hear your baby’s cries. You quickly turned around to see a horrified sebek gently holding your baby as his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. You could see that he was trembling a bit. But he was trying so hard to keep calm and calm down your crying baby.
You then turned around to see briar valley knights fighting. They were fighting what seemed to be other knights from a different kingdom. You could see silver and Lilia. They had some wounds but you could see how they hadn’t given up on fighting. Making sure those unknown knights didn’t get close to you, malleus or your baby.
You could hear bodies drop to the floor and blood splattering. Screams and shouts and also the sound of swords hitting against each other.
It was a mess. A horrifying mess. So bloody and gory you could almost throw up.
The vision soon stops and you gasp once it does, dropping the rose in the process. Malleus looks at you worriedly. You were shaking! You looked scared and that really worried him.
“Y/n are you-“
“I-I have to go” Before he could even finish his sentence you ran away. Malleus watches with wide eyes as you run away from him.
-
You locked yourself in your room after that. Not wanting to see anyone, especially malleus. You curled up on your bed as you tried your hardest to forget what you saw in your vision.
You were happy that in your vision you and malleus got together and married each other and had a baby but then seeing you dead in his arms as his and your baby’s cries filled the palace walls and also the bloody scene that you saw. It was to much!
You can’t let that happen. You can’t! The pain in malleus voice….it broke your heart hearing him like that.
If that’s what happens to you and malleus in the future. Then it’s best that you separate ways from each other.
You can’t let anything bad happen to malleus. You just can’t. Even if you love malleus with all your heart you don’t want to see him in pain.
“I guess it’s best to stay away….”
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Lord it’s literally 3 am rn😭 anyways I hope you guys liked it🤍
Silver entire being went numb. Literal cracks appeared in the world around him, like fractured glass.
“I don’t…” The words quivered from his lips as his body shook, trying to deny the truth he just heard. He stared hard at the person before them, his aurora-colored eyes begging him to tell Silver this was all a joke. There was no such luck.
Hair black as night fell to the side as ruby eyes stared coldly into his soul. When he spoke, it wasn’t in the voice Silver associated with the man, but three others that he thought he had forgotten;
“As long as the magic lasts, you shall have sweet dreams while looking this adorable. Even if it’s for ten or a hundred years…”
“And then, when someone who truly loves you comes, the spell shall be broken, and you will awaken.” As he spoke, Silver had flashes of red, green, and blue balls of light floating above him. The figure of his “father” spoke again, this time in the voice he had come to associate with the other.
“When someone truly loves you… how can someone love you if they never met you?” he mused. “Or they forget about you after one night? It’s impossible.”
Silver fell forward as the truth slammed into him like a heavy boulder.
“But how? How did…” he started to ask the question but couldn’t find the words. However, thanks to the illusion before him being made from his own mind, he didn’t need to.
“Who knows? I do know that somehow you developed a unique magic that allowed you to travel through dreams. That’s how you conjured ‘me.’” “Lilia” knelt before Silver, who was on the ground, his body shaking as the world around them began to crumble like glass. As Lilia spoke, it felt as if he was reminding Silver of things he knew rather than explaining.
“You met people in their dreams, learned about things through them—but in the end, they always woke up and left you here, all alone. And when you met again, they always forgot you.” Vague memories filled Silver’s head of meeting various people, and talking with them as he traveled through their minds. He recalled the feelings of joy he would feel when seeing an old friend and the heartbreak when the dreamer had no idea who he was. Lilia went on;
“Time and time again, your heart broke. Every time you met someone new, you knew your time was short before they abandoned you. But you couldn’t keep them. You tried, but in the end, they all left. One way or another.” As he spoke, Silver’s body returned to its true form. The one that still slept in a cradle surrounded by thorns. A baby who wasn’t even a year old yet.
Lilia closed his eyes as if feeling Silver’s pain.
“Finally, you had enough. You took what you learned from the dreams of others and created your own world. One stay in forever where you could make friends who wouldn’t forget you and wouldn’t leave,” he told Silver with a heavy sigh. “You created us in the form of your favorite dreamers and gave us roles to play. To me, you gave me the role of ‘father’ based on the kind general whose dreams you visited most. Then you made yourself forget it was a dream so you could pretend we were real.” Silver eyes became hazy with tears, and his throat hurt with the urge to cry.
He couldn’t believe it. It was all fake.
Twisted Wonderland, his world, the home he grew up in, the people he met, even his father who stood before him—they were all just a dream. A dream he conjured in his cursed sleep.
Silver felt tears roll down his round cheeks, his little body wracked with emotion.
“Was--Was it all a lie?” he whined, his voice changed as well. Were they just illusions he created for himself? All the times they spent together, laughing and crying were they just made up? Even his father, whom he loved most? “Everything?”
The “father” he created from his memories of dream walking watched him in pity, instinctively reaching out a hand that had no feel to it whatsoever.
Can be seen as a part 2 to this fic (after some time has passed that is) or can be read as a stand-alone.
“Leave me alone human!”
“For someone who is chained to the ground and gravely injured, you’re pretty loud.”
“I’ll rip you from limb to limb.”
“Why don’t you get better first before we get there hmm?”
General Lilia Vanrouge screeched at you in the fae language, some of which you knew were curses. Ah yes, you can’t wait to make fun of your Lilia when you get back to your time. His cursing while playing video games had you easily recognizing some of them now.
Luckily for you and your ears, the General wore himself out. The wounds from the iron and those of the battles weakened him.
It didn’t help that he also had a fever as a result. You were put in this cell to help him recover. Humpty Dumpty- well, King Henrik, implied it was the least you could do.
A random human that was pick up by his men, who was using valuable resources that could go to his soldiers instead. Never mind the fact that you helped treat said soldiers and gather said resources.
The Knight of Dawn had clenched his fist, about to speak up on your behalf. But you simply grabbed his hand and shook your head. It wasn’t worth it. King Henrik would just make his life harder for talking back, and you didn’t want that. The Knight of Dawn dealt with enough, you didn’t want to add onto his troubles.
…But you also didn’t realize that meant staying locked up in this cell with General Lilia Vanrouge either.
The General wasn’t exactly happy when he first met you, and you couldn’t blame him. You just weren’t used to the open hatred from familiar eyes you would see everyday. Eyes that were always friendly to you, now burned you.
The first time you tried to provide him treatment, he had fought back until his wounds weakened him to an unconscious state. You had silently treated him then. Not a soul a witness to your tears.
As the weeks passed, the General gradually stopped fighting back, probably due to his weakening state…it didn’t shut his mouth though funny enough.
You were only let out for a change of clothes, a bath, a proper meal, and a bed to sleep in every few days. Even then, King Henrik made it seem as if that was too good for you.
You later found out it was due to the Knight of Dawn’s request that you were even allowed such accommodations. Your heart ached at the idea of what he must have gone through to get you this, as you knew King Henrik did not treat him well.
You breathed softly, you wished you could return home soon.
You were dressing a wound on Lilia when you felt him stir.
“Melea…Le…B…”
You took a wet cloth and wiped his forehead.
He must be dreaming about his family.
You knew all would be well in the future, but that didn’t mean current events didn’t affect you.
It hurt you to see so many struggle in a useless war, due to greed from one man.
Lilia clutched at his stomach, his sharp claw like nails reopening the wounds you had painstakingly bandaged.
You quickly grabbed his hands and sucked in a breath of pain. His nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. His grip could break your bones to tiny, incomprehensible pieces, but you held on.
You knew he wanted to be free and return home, to protect his loved ones. You were determined to heal him for that very reason.
“Damn it Lilia Vanrouge! You will get through this! You have so much to look forward to. So many people who love you! Now, stop being a prick and let me go so I can treat you!”
Surprisingly, he let you go. You ignored your bleeding, aching hands in order to reseal his wound.
“…will you be in that future?”
You froze, turning and looking into feverish eyes.
“Yes.”
General Lilia Vanrouge fell into a deep sleep for the next 10 days.
You were returning to Lilia’s cell when a knife was held to your neck.
“Human, where is the fae you captured?”
Ah, it seems rescue finally arrived for Lilia. It took them long enough.
You looked up into hardened, familiar eyes. Baul Zigvolt would have been a sight for sore eyes if he didn’t, you know, have a knife to your throat.
“I would gladly show you if you take that knife away.”
“You-”
“Besides, I was heading right in that direction. If you don’t want to be caught, you better hurry.”
You continued walking, listening to Baul grumble about frustrating humans. You couldn’t help the slight smile on your face as you remembered similar words said by his grandson.
You led Baul quickly and quietly to the cell that practically became a second home to you. No one in sight. You had noticed, unlike the men that the Knight of Dawn commanded, the men directly under King Henrik were…well, just like him: sleazy and lazy.
They let their guards down thinking The Right General of the Fae was too weak and couldn’t take any of them on. They even implied you were nothing but a sacrificial lamb should said Fae get angry, but of course, they would rescue you at a price.
It took you all you could not to spit in their faces or smash their heads on the wall. The self defense lessons Silver and Sebek taught you provided security that you would forever be grateful for.
It was due to this fatal thinking that Baul was able to infiltrate the base, as the men went to seek entertainment elsewhere.
When you arrived, you opened the cell door quietly so as to not hurt sensitive ears. The sun was high enough for the cell to be well lit.
You heard Baul hiss in anger before rushing to his general’s side. Lilia didn’t seem surprised to see him, telling you how he must have always known rescue would come for him.
“General!”
“Careful! You’ll-”
Baul recoiled from the burns the iron chains struck at him.
“I tried to warn you.” You shook your head. You sat next to Lilia, taking his hand in yours. From the corner of your eye, you could see Baul tense but Lilia motioned for him to remain calm.
You picked at the lock. Another thing to be thankful for, your lock picking skills, which you learned quickly from days you were locked outside of Ramshackle Dorm because Grim forgot the key or the door just wouldn’t open.
“You got it in one go this time.”
“I told you I had surprises up my sleeves. I just needed the right tools.”
“Hmm, so you say.”
Baul looked at both of you as if you both at grown two heads each. Lilia noticed his look and waved towards his feet. Where chains that should have been locked were open.
“Any longer, Baul, and I would have rescued myself.”
Baul stammered before apologizing. You turned away to hide your smile.
Within moments, the atmosphere changed. General Lilia Vanrouge had to escape and return to his men.
“Leave.”
“What?”
“You have to leave. You need to return to your troops."
Lilia clenched his jaw, looking at you. You couldn't return with him; you both knew that. It didn't stop him from trying, but you shook your head before he could even open his mouth.
"I can't go with you."
A human amongst the fae would not last long, at least not now. There was too much hatred.
You took the cuffs that had been his tormentor for so long and locked them around your hands. You chose to ignore the angry growl Lilia tried to hide at the sight of the cuffs now imprisoning you.
"I'll make it look like you escaped, now go."
"They'll hurt you."
You shook your head.
"The Knight of Dawn would never let that happen."
He knew you were right. The Knight of Dawn had visited several times, helping you treat his wounds and restrain him when the fever would have him lash out at you.
The Knight of Dawn had honor, as a fellow general and soldier, Lilia respected him for it. Lilia pulled one of his magic stones off his belt before offering it to you.
"Take this. Smash it to the ground if you need help, I'll find you."
You agreed and watched the two soldiers turn to leave. General Lilia Vanrouge hesitated before speaking, "You told me you would be in my future."
"I will be."
"You better keep that promise, YN."
"I will."
General Lilia Vanrouge and Baul Zigvolt vanished from your sight.
I'll see you both soon.
Author’s Notes: I can’t believe this became a 1.5k fic, the way this bat fae drives me crazy. 😂💞🌺
The Dark Mirror’s Overblot markings always had me feeling suspicious because of the little horns, but the Diamond shapes are??? The exact same as Meleanor’s crown???? WHAT.
I JOKED BEFORE THAT MELEANOR’S SOUL WAS TRAPPED IN THE MIRROR ALL THE WAY BACK IN JULY AND THAT SHE WAS THE “FLOWER OF EVIL” CROWLEY WORSHIPPED BUT NOW I AM AFRAID.
I highly, HIGHLY recommend rewatching the opening prologue just for the way Crowley speaks. His voice literally shows off how much he revers his flower of evil. But notice how addresses his “flower of evil” who is the “fairest one of all,” AND the magic mirror. It’s like there’s two separate entities inside. And perhaps the hand in the prologue isn’t his, but it is Meleanor’s ungloved hand.
We never actually did see the moment of Meleanor’s death…it makes me wonder that if near/at the time of her death, someone else was there to capture her soul, or at least manipulate her magic somehow. The Dark Mirror definitely is just the spirit trapped inside the Magic Mirror from Snow White, so I wonder if the markings on his mask is a sign that someone else is trapped deeper inside the mirror…and only Crowley can call out to the second soul inside.
Although he can only see small reflections of her, she is still “alive” in the mirror, and the only way for Meleanor to have a “physical” form is through blot, just like Ortho’s soul in Book 6. It’s likely why Crowley knows so much about blot and has a very close connection with STYX in there first place- through the Watchmen, he learned how blot can create a vessel for a soul. And Crowley managed to find 7 souls that resemble the Great Seven so much, and their blot is so powerful. Ortho became a mass of the entire Underworld, but perhaps Crowley only needs 7 powerful souls with Phantoms of the Great 7. So perhaps Crowley isn’t trying to revive THE Great Seven, but he does need the Phantom’s sheer power for Meleanor to have a strong enough form.
Crowley please explain yourself I’m too tired to even yell at you rn 😭🐦⬛
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Chapter 5: Rumors are spreading
Your stomach growled and complained to you about how hungry it was: as soon as the bell announced the end of morning classes, you packed all your stuff and rushed towards the cafeteria with Ace, Deuce and Grim. The four of you were the first few people in line considering how fast you ran down the hallways to get there.
- “I sent a message to Epel and Jack, they’ll be late to join us.” Deuce said after placing his phone next to his food tray.
- “That’s fine, we’ll wait for them.” You said despite your stomach arguing against that.
Grim and Ace started a rant about something you didn’t take much interest in, so you fully ignored what they said and grabbed your phone from your pocket to go and catch up on some of Cater’s posts. Oh! He just posted something-
- “Ew…” You blurted out without thinking.
- “What’s up Y/n?” The boy with a spade symbol on his face asked you, an eyebrow slightly raised in curiosity.
You showed him what the screen of your phone displayed: a selfie Cater posted. Something that would usually bring a smile on your face seeing his happy and cheerful expression, but right now, you only saw him with a snake to his side. He took a selfie with Rosemary and right under it, he wrote: “Hanging out with the best girl in the world! #Friendship #BestGirl”… You never thought of yourself as “best girl” material, but the influencer used to post those hashtags under selfies you took with him. That’s what hurt a bit.
- “Wow! What the-”
- “What’s up with him??” Ace joined in, startled by the picture you were showing Deuce. “Has he gone mad?!”
- “Why the disgusted faces y’all?” Epel appeared out of nowhere, Jack following right behind him.
They sat at the table, the shortest boy on your right, and the other one on your left. They both put their trays in front of them and looked at you and the three others to find out why you looked so uncomfortable. With a sigh, you showed them the same thing you showed Deuce and they frowned, analysing the screen before gasping. Epel seemed more angry than shocked.
- “Talk about a friend! He’s already replacing you for some bit-”
- “Dude!” Ace threw a piece of his bread at Epel’s face before he could finish his sentence. “Chill out!”
- “But-” The blue eyed boy tried arguing with a pout but you cut him off.
- “It’s okay, it’s not that bad.” You reassured them and tried to reassure yourself in the process.
There’s no way Cater would “replace” you, plus, you weren’t in a competition with Rose or anything, so there was absolutely nothing to worry about. He would realize sooner or later that this girl was hiding her real personality behind a well built mask. Your mind wandered back to this morning and to Rosemary’s attitude towards you… Truthfully, you really wanted to kick her out of your dorm, but it wouldn’t put out the fire she started, in fact, it’ll only make it grow bigger. People would criticise you and the Headmage would not let you hear the end of it… This was such a hassle.
From the corner of your eye, something that caught your attention seemed familiar : Rose with Riddle, Trey and Cater. You almost saw yourself and your relationship with the three when you first got here. A sigh escaped your mouth, you weren’t jealous -you had standards- but you knew, deep down, that this new girl and her toxic attention-seeking attitude weren’t going to be an easy matter to deal with. You were sure the three men were intelligent enough to see through her fake angel face so you didn’t have to worry that much, right?
- “Hey look, it’s Ace and Y/n…” A student said, walking past your table.
- “Didn’t they insult Rosemary when she was alone with them..?” One of his friends replied.
- “Yeah that’s what she said…” Another one confirmed.
Silence fell upon the table you sat at, your eyes wide and locked onto the wooden surface of the furniture. Slowly, as the three students walked away from where you were, you looked up at Ace who had done just the same. You both shared a confused glance, wondering what they could’ve meant, but it was all clear to you.
- “That whore is already spreading rumors?!” Epel whispered-yell, not wanting to attract more attention to your group.
- “And of course, everyone’s gonna believe her after the chaos that happened at the tea party…” Deuce whispered back, a sigh trailing off his lips.
Things started to turn sour… Rumors? About what? The fact she cried like a baby when she was called out on HER behavior? The redhead and you were silently boiling, hearing what could be said behind your backs by students you barely or never talked to. You shared a glance, an upset look on each of your faces, the two of you both wondering what you did to deserve this unfair treatment.
- “Looks like girlie decided to deform the truth to her liking.”
- “But she seems to have Riddle, Trey and Cater on her side already.” You told him.
- “And even more students…” Deuce replied, feeling bad for you and Ace as he looked around, catching a few pair of eyes gazing your way and flipping them off in the process.
Grim smacked his paw on the table, barely dragging the table’s attention to him as he huffed and frowned. He crossed his arms, stuffing his face with a huge piece of omelette before declaring:
- “It doesn’t matter if she spreads rumors and has an army with her! If we’re together everything will be okay!”
- “Well said kitty!” Jack laughed and reached his hand to rub the creature’s head but snatched it away when Grim hissed at the nickname.
You managed a smile to show up on your features, looking at Ace to see if he felt as comforted as you did right now, at this table with your friends. The redhead showed you a grin and went back to slowly eat his food. But Grim was right though, nothing really mattered if you had these guys with you. And if Riddle, Trey and Cater wanted to stay by this snake’s side, then so be it, you’d be sad but not as sad as if it were Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel or Grim leaving your side. And after all you went through in this twisted and magical world, having to deal with a pick me wasn’t the worst.
-Animal languages class, 2:30 PM-
You guided your pencil onto the paper that was sitting on your desk, your movements were slow, chin in hand as a slight sting came aching on your elbow that rested on the hard wood of the desk. After you finished your lunch, your group parted ways, Jack and Epel going to their own classroom as you and the others made your way towards your third period; animal languages. Normally, this was a subject you enjoyed partaking in, but today, your mood had sunken down a bit due to Rosemary’s doing. You weren’t feeling completely down, far from it considering you still had your friends, but it left you upset and disappointed. Suddenly, as you were lost deep in thoughts while you wrote, a ball of messily folded paper hit the back of your head, falling on your shoulder and then on your desk. You immediately turned around to see who could’ve thrown this at you but didn’t notice anyone looking your way, everyone seemed so focus on their work that you thought you had imagine this. But then, you gave your attention back to your desk and realized it was real: so you grabbed the ball of paper, unfolded it to see if it contained anything or if it was just to annoy you.
“Bitch” was written on the white sheet.
- “What’s up Y/n? You look like you saw a ghos-” A paper plane flew right onto Ace’s desk as he spoke, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence. “What the-”
He grabbed it roughly, mumbling about how people in this class were rude and annoying. But when he opened it, his expression changed to shock: “Asshole” was written on the unfolded paper plane.
The redhead and you looked at each other, realizing you’ve become the targets of people who took Rosemary’s side, even though all she told were lies…
Hello, its the self-proclaimed Crowley/Levan theory expert, back at it again! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) I’m really shocked at Book 7’s recent update, and I’m seeing more and more people get into the Crowley/Levan theory.
But for everyone who is new to this theory, people who aren’t yet convinced, or anyone who just wants the major points in one document, I decided to write everything I know about this theory, with the help from posts from my fellow theorists! Of course, at the end of the day it’s just a theory, so make your own conclusions! ^_^
Buckle up everyone for a very long post rife with lore! I worked hard on this one, as it is a culmination of ALL my previous theories, so sharing is appreciated haha. Heavy Book 7 spoilers ahead!
This theory revolves around the idea that Headmage Dire Crowley is actually Duke Levan, the father of Malleus Draconia. Before we get into the nitty-gritty details, let’s go over everything we know SO FAR.
Levan (Revan, Levaan, and Revaan is also a common spelling) is the husband of Meleanor Draconia, who is the Princess of Wild Rose Castle. Levan is a Duke, Diplomat, nobleman, and the left-hand war general. He had control over the Eastern Fort while Lilia had control over the Western Fort. His title is “Ryūgan Duke Levan,” or 竜眼公レヴァーン in Japanese. The characters imply a connection to the Chinese Long, and Ryūgan very roughly translates to “Dragon eyed,” although it is uncertain if Levan is a Dragon Fae, or if this is just his title. Levan is referred to as Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband,” so perhaps “Dragon Eyed” refers to his connection to Meleanor? Due to his name, people also suspect he may be a bird Fae, specifically a raven.
He seems to be based of Diablo, Maleficent’s raven. From what we know from Lilia, he is slightly meek (according to childhood stories) and gentle, always with a smile on his face. However, he is also extremely dependable and strong. Rumor has it he fought against the Dawn Knight, a figure that the night Fae fear for his power. Despite Levan’s clumsiness, Meleanor is very enamored with him, praising him for the smallest of things while punishing everyone else. Meleanor refers to Levan as “beautiful,” although we have no silhouette or voice for him currently. Levan grew up with Meleanor and Lilia, and was very close with Lilia, who was the right-hand general.
When Lilia ripped up his invitation to NRC, Levan painstakingly took all the pieces out of the trash and pieced them all together, storing the invitation in the Royal Archive for Lilia to come back 500 years later. Lilia wonders if Levan somehow knew that he would go to NRC with Malleus in the future. Levan is also very willing to start relations with humans compared to the rest of Briar Valley, as he taught Lilia the human language, and has said that he hopes one day, the humans and Fae can share a common language to exchange culture and history together in peace. This positive attitude and willingness to teach is likely what made him such a good diplomat.
However, Levan went missing in the Silver Owls vs. Briar Valley war when leading a mission to deliver letters to the Eastern Fort. Meleanor is heavily implied to be dead, but Levan simply disappeared and never returned. In Briar Valley history books, he is assumed to be dead, but little information of him is known.
But what does all this backstory have anything to do with Dire Crowley? He’s unreliable, manipulative, and never does more work than necessary, even with all the student Overblots. He sounds nothing like Levan. Well, let’s go to the birthplace of this theory to see what’s up:
Crowley and Malleus Parallels
Black hair with a green-ish tint, pale skin, pointed ears, dark lips, and a similar tall stature. No other character besides Meleanor resembles Malleus to this degree.
Although no dialogue has confirmed it, it is heavily, HEAVILY implied that Crowley is in fact, one of the Fae. He’s been Headmage at NRC for at least 100 years and several of his features imply a Fae heritage. He even gets offended when the Ghost Camera, that was invented in a great-great grandmothers time, is referred to as “old,” as if he took offense to the implication that HE’S old. He’s likely a bird Fae, as he may transform into a raven/crow in the opening animation, and his voice lines show him with bird-like habits. Crowley also refers to his “wings” several times as a part of his anatomy.
@twisted-tech shows that in the Glorious Masquerade event, Malleus wears an costume that’s startlingly similar to Crowley’s outfit, down to the detailed vest to the feathers on his shoulders. In the animation announcement for GloMas, Malleus stands in front of the light the same exact way Crowley does in the opening prologue animation.
The 2nd anniversary animation also has a strange moment between Crowley and Malleus, with Crowley appearing for a quick moment, before a light shines over him, revealing Malleus.
In Malleus’ birthday-boy interview he mentions how black is the color of nobility in Briar Valley, thus his tendency to wear all-black attire. Isn’t it interesting how Crowley’s main outfit color is black? On a similar note, when an Alchemy Special Lesson is triggered, Malleus says “He’s [Crowley] is far from ordinary.” Malleus, who prides himself for being extremely powerful to the point he thinks less of others, thinks Crowley is unusual? Does he sense a type of power from Crowley, or does something seem uncomfortably familiar about him?
And last but certainly not least, Crowley’s secret concept art. This in-person event was very exclusive, so many obscure concept art pieces of the characters were only shown here. Crowley seemed to be grouped with the Diasomnia cast with the same color palette, and his purple cape is highly reminiscent of Maleficent’s. He even has briars climbing up his leg. He even has the stamp of the three good fairies on his paper, just like the beta designs for Lilia and Malleus. Of course, concept art should not be used too heavily as a source, but this is certainly no coincidence, and don’t you think it’s odd how secretive this image is? Most fans have no idea this concept art exists.
These two must have some type of connection with each other- this evidence alone is what convinced me in the first place. However, this is just the beginning:
Ravens & Crows Symbolism, Levan vs Crowley
Levan and Crowley have a shocking amount of similarities too! Ravens in mythology were considered to be messengers of the gods, and were especially connected to Apollo, the god of Prophecy. I think that Levan’s unique magic was the gift of Propechy, as in he could see future events. Bringing back Lilia’s line of if Levan somehow knew he would go to NRC with Malleus 500 years in the future, I say yes! He knew many things about what the future held due to his magic, and it makes sense with Raven symbolism. Crowley also has a strange knowledge of future events, from the STYX invasion to Grim’s magestone collar. @rayroseu has also pointed out the Malleus’ egg heavily resembles a Black Opal, which symbolizes death and destruction, and was used to “gaze” into the past, present, and future. Hmmm
What if as a way to reunite with Lilia and Malleus, Levan became the Headmage of NRC? He would have every skill necessary to do so, and Crowley has many connections to the school board, STYX, the Asim’s, Jupiter Conglomerate, etc. He’s not as much as fool as he’d like you to think- he’s in charge of the prestigious school for a very good reason. He knows the perfect balance of manipulation and sweet-talking, just as expected of the diplomat and envoy, just like ravens were in mythology.
Ravens have symbolized death and destruction for a very long time- and isn’t it interesting how Crowley’s first name is “Dire,” as in ‘disastrous’? Yana Toboso has confirmed that “Dire” is actually pronounced as the English word “Dear,” like ‘beloved.’ @sote-forever has pointed out that the origin of Levan’s name means “gracious/merciful,” which feels oddly familiar to Crowley’s catchphrase of “I am so kind/Watashi yasashii no de.” The EN translation uses “gracious” instead of “kind” a lot as well 👀
Speaking of his catchphrase, in Book 7 when Grim hears more about Levan, he says that Levan sounded like a “kind man.” He even uses the same exact language as Crowley uses, ‘yasashi,’ meaning gentle and kind. Just like the meaning of Levan’s name. For reference:
私 優しいので is Watashi Yasahii No de “Because I’m kind.”
優しかった is what Grim said: Yasahikatta (?) meaning “He was kind”
Back to the death symbolism, I mentioned that ravens were Psychopomp. In mythology, ravens were said to guide human souls to the underworld by the will of the gods. And isn’t it interesting how NRC is FULL of death and underworld symbolism? Technically, Crowley IS the Psychopomp, because he is responsible for transporting the students and is the only one with a special key to unlocking the students coffins. He even says in the prologue that the coffins were designed to represent the “departure of your previous world, and rebirth into a new one.”
As a side note, crows and ravens fall under the same exact word in Japanese: karasu. There are some instances in the EN translation where crow and raven are mixed up, as Diablo, Maleficent’s raven, is referred to as a “crow” in one of Malleus’s chats. Hmmm
Crowley’s cane is also interesting. Not only does the bottom key part spell out “Raven,” the top of his cane looks exactly like Diablo when he was turned into stone at the end of Sleeping Beauty. Although I do agree that Crowley has connections to the Evil Queen’s crow, I think he could be inspired by both. Similarly, NRC’s logo is a raven with a crown above his head. Levan WAS royalty, after all…
Levan also has a special acceptance of humans. His wife DESPISES humans, but he learned a common language of the Fae and humans in order to communicate, and even taught other Fae the language himself. And once again, he saved Lilia’s invitation to NRC. Doesn’t he sound like someone who wishes to share knowledge? He wants peaceful communication between humans and Fae to share culture and history, just like what NRC is like today. It feels a lot like a Headmage’s behavior, don’t you think?
From the way Meleanor treated Levan, Levan’s behavior sounds oddly like Crowley’s. Meleanor praised him for the most basic things, and seemed to dote over him a lot. Crowley is incredibly egotistical about doing literally the most basic shit ever lmaoo, but I can’t blame him for getting a big head if he used to be always praised for it. Lilia also says that Levan would probably return with a big smile on his face. In every single animation that Crowley is present in, he always has a smile on his face, watching carefully over the events.
Levan also seemed to be a bit of a crybaby in his childhood, as Lilia said that when they got lost in a forest, he “could never forget Levan’s pitiful expression.” Crowley definitely has an aversion to death or people getting hurt, and has cried several times when he gets overemotional.
In the prologue, Crowley claims to be intimately acquainted with every single students homelands. Yes, his hobby IS vacationing, but I think he knows the lands way more intimately than simple sightseeing. Again, Levan was a diplomat. He would have a vast amount of knowledge about the inner workings, culture, and history of many different foreign lands.
Edit: We also have NO IDEA of Crowley’s homeland. If I remember correctly, he’s the only character where his land of origin is unknown. Why would TWST do this, unless this was a huge spoiler? Like…say if Crowley’s homeland was Briar Valley???
And finally, I think it’s EXTREMELY suspicious that we have not seen at least a silhouette of Levan, despite his name coming up in conversations several times. Why would his silhouette not be revealed, unless his silhouette is a dead giveaway to a character we already know? Same reasoning for why we haven’t had a flashback with his voice- his voice would just reveal the truth. Additionally, NRC seems to lack books over the history of Briar Valley and what happened to Levan and Meleanor. In one of the History Lessons, Malleus mentions a photo of Lilia in a history book. Perhaps there are history books with a painting/photo of Levan? It would explain why the history is so lacking, because Crowley doesn’t want his past self to be seen.
Meleanor, NRC & Other
Whew, we’re almost done! This is the miscellaneous category, but just as important as the above points.
Meleanor, OB Malleus, and Crowley have many many similarities. I go into more detail in the linked post, but Meleanor’s and Crowley’s features definitely “combine” in Malleus’ features. Take for example, Meleanor’s straight dark teal hair and Crowley’s wavy black hair with a slight greenish tint. It merges perfectly into Malleus’s hair. There are many similarities in their outfit designs too, so I recommend looking at this post!
This is very strange, but the coliseum and Diasomnia’s dorm hallway have the SAME EXACT DESIGNS as the passageway in Briar Valley (converted into a Silver Owl hideout) and the hall in MELEANOR’S castle. No one could have this punt of knowledge of these locations, especially Meleanor’s castle that was covered in briars and abandoned. Unless…someone at NRC was intimately acquainted with both of these locations. Perhaps a noblemen like Levan would know? Meaning, Crowley?
Crowley in the prologue talks to his “proud, beautiful flower of evil” in the mirror. I highly recommend rewatching the part, because Crowley’s voice just shows how much love he has for this flower of evil. Lili refers to Meleanor as the “most evil Princess,” and she is also the Princess of Wild Rose Castle. Rose like a flower 🌹 \(//∇//)\ She is also an extremely proud person, and does not hesitate to strike people down for disagreeing with her.
Many people ask why Levan would abandon Meleanor, especially when he loved her. I don’t think he willingly abandoned her at all! If my theory of his prophecy magic is right, he knew that there was nothing he could do to prevent Meleanor’s death and the fall of their castle. And who knows, what if Levan Overblotted when he went missing? He led a GROUP of messengers to the Eastern Fort, so what happened to these messengers? Did they die at his hands when he Overblotted? It’s a common theory that Crowley is under the influence of blot, as his mask and gloves would cover Overblot markings.
@ventique18 has also mentioned that a dark Fae’s love in literature is depicted to be OBSESSIVE, as in the couple can drive themselves mad over their love for each other. I think Crowley was a much kinder and genuine person as Levan, but Meleanor’s death permanently scarred him. Plus, as much as we don’t want to admit it, it’s been 500 years. Look at Lilia: he’s changed SO MUCH over the years since his time as general. Why can’t Levan do the same? Longing to reunite with his loved one for CENTURIES isn’t healthy at all, but he desires it so much that he’s willing to hurt innocent people in order to achieve it.
This is out of the TWST canon lol, but there’s potentially a lot of connection to Edgar Allen Poe’s “Lenore” and “The Raven.” Lenore mourns a “queenliest dead that ever died so young” before her wedding, which could parallel Meleanor dying before Malleus’ birth. The Raven represents the pure desperation, grief, and insanity of him wanting to see his lost love again: Lenore, and how he’s unable to cope with her passing. UM??!!!
FINALLY, as the saying goes: Malleus had to get his loser genes from somewhere. Hope this helps! 🤪
Jokes aside, I’m exhausted but I feel very happy to have made this guide! Many thanks to all the blogs I’ve mentioned above, and to Gasmask on Youtube, Otome Atui on Youtube, and MoonlightEquin1 on Twitter for translations!!! It really helped me out my thoughts together in this theory, and I hope it can serve as a reference guide to everyone else!
I had to link a lot of my separate theories just because there is too much to go over in one post, and I’m very limited with photos on mobile ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ If yall can think of anything else to add, it would be greatly appreciated! Thank you to everyone for your support, it’s so fun theorizing with everybody!! 💞💞💞
-Wavering wings | Malleus Draconia x DRAGON M! Reader
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° Warnings: Graphic descriptions of physical and emotional distress, Depiction of thoughts of self-harm, Angst and emotional turmoil, Themes of despair and hopelessness, Mention of blood and injuries, Themes of loss and longing, Themes of captivity and feeling trapped, Emotional and mental struggle, Themes of abandonment and loneliness•
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It felt as if a day never passed when he wasn't watching the sky. Ears filled with the sound of weeping most nights, Screams of cries in the day. It was all in the hope that another would find him. He just wanted to go home but he did not know the way from the ground. With the sound of his pained whimpering, as he limped through the swampy woodlands. He dragged his heavy body through the mud before having to stop to catch his breath. Through raspy pained gasps, he kneeled over as a cough tackled his throat. With how dry his throat had become from all his screaming and sobbing, it felt as if he was trying to cough up glass and sand. In the end, all he managed to hack up was a bloody mess.
The taste of metallic filled his mouth as he coughed and was just about to puke. His mouth had a thick sticky layering over it from dehydration but the blood flowing from his lips in splatters made it feel a bit better, even if it was an unfortunate reason.
It all felt endless. His once lively wings hung limp, mirroring his breaking spirit. Every step through the mud became agonizing. He was too lost, feeling his sanity draining from this torture. He was stranded on unfamiliar ground. his wings rendered useless. His eyes, once bright with hope, now reflected a muted hole that seemed to consume their very soul. They seeped endlessly as he felt he could no longer scream. His throat was too torn to allow such sounds, His raspy breathing carrying the weight of his despair. Every time he opened his eyes, it all felt like a reminder of the life he knew was out of reach. It wasn't much longer until his body was unforgiving.
The fight he had been facing until now seemed to tilt in favor of the lack of nutrients. His body crumpled to the ground as a cough hit and shook his very core, causing him to scrape the scabs off his already scratched and cut hands. His legs felt like jello as he knew he couldn't walk anymore. His body leaned onto a tree as his dizzy head hurt from the endless torturer. Weak tears left his eyes as they slowly shut, pulling him into slumber. He could only hope he would wake once again.
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Malleus felt as if his world was crumbling, with the news of the other dragonkin missing. His endless searching only brought thunder into the sky the more the older dragon got upset. He knew that the younger dragon wouldn't survive much longer if he had been stuck. Once nightfall became the skies once more, he took off to search the ground this time for the one he held dear. His bright green eyes were sharp as ever as they quickly processed his surroundings. It wasn't long before he felt a dreading feeling come upon him.
He did not fight his instincts and grounded pretty quickly. Malleus strained his ears and looked through the darkness. It took a few moments before he heard a strange sound like air forcing its way through a small gap. He walked toward the strange sound as he kept his eyes glancing around trees and into possible gaps the young one could have been hiding.
Without warning, Malleus halted as his foot grazed against something soft, like rubber. His eyes darted downward, spotting a figure slumped over in an unnatural position. A sharp gasp and a shout escaped the older dragon as he swiftly scooped up the body, surprised by its unnerving lightness. Worry etched across his face, he wasted no time, taking to the skies and heading straight back to Raven Night Collage. Instead of returning to his own dorm, he hastened to the school's infirmary, cradling the unconscious male with the utmost care. A sense of urgency took over his body as he flew quickly. He only hoped he wasn't too late but judging by the male's shallow breathing, he had made it. He knew that if he hadn't stopped then he would never see him again.
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He thought he had slipped past the living when he felt an uncomfortable light in his eyes. Slowly peeling his eyes open, his brain didn't catch on to what he was seeing. There in front of him was the one he had been screaming for. The reason he persisted even if his throat dried up. Tears filled his eyes as he finally took in his surroundings, loud sobs couldn't be contained as he cried his heart out when the crashing wave of reality hit him. The poor boy's cries woke the sleeping dragon in an instant, only freezing as he saw that the younger was awake. Warm hands had been brought up to his face as the sobs still wouldn't stop, he looked through blurry eyes at a blob of black and green with pale skin. His hands reached out in an instant for warmth and embraced the male tightly.
Ugly sobs filled the room, seeming to slowly let up as the older held the male tightly back. Malleus cradled the weeping male as the sound of his sobs slowed to raspy murmurs and whispers, all of which had been unintelligible to the male. Whimpers of pain only sounded as the younger dragon tried to speak any louder, earning a concerned look from Malleus. " Do not try to speak… it's alright " He had a soft voice that seemed to hold so much behind it but it didn't spill. His tired eyes never felt his, The two couldn't help but just sit in silence for a moment as he tried to calm down further. The older leaned his head on top of the others when he looked down to collect himself. It didn't take long until both realized their exhaustion, it had taken a toll on the both of them as Malleus just held him close and lay on the infirmary bed.
Oh, how he just wanted to pass out the moment his head touched the bed but he didn't. He fought to stay up longer until the older sighed and covered his eyes. Feeling the older's warmth cover his body his mind was tugged off into slumber almost instantly. With only a whisper coming from Malleus. " I'm glad I found you, My Dear… "
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The hours passed, but Malleus remained vigilant, unwilling to let go of the young dragon's hand as if afraid that once he did, He might slip away again. Every subtle shift in his breathing or movement prompted a surge of worry in Malleus' heart, but he reassured himself with the knowledge that he was safe in the confines of the infirmary. Many visited the sleeping male, but he never was awake for them. Sleeping seemed to be the only thing he could do, Malleus had to make him wake up multiple times to try to feed him little by little and take small drinks of water. He made sure that it was always small portions split over the day so the male wouldn't get sick from eating so much after starving for just about a week.
" My dear " The older dragon slowly rubbed circles on the other's back as he pulled him out of his slumbering state. A slight hum left the male as he leaned into the touch, not wanting to get up. " Please, I have something to ask of you. '' With those words, he opened his eyes and looked at the bright green ones that took an emerald's beauty to shame. A murmur came from him as his face morphed into displeasure. With a sigh, he sat up and almost leaned on the back bed bored of the infirmary bed. A hiss left his lips as he immediately regretted his mistake. Malleus flinched at the hissing sound before he brought his hands up to the bandaged wings. He only could freeze as the other flinched the moment his left wing was touched, he had barely even grazed it with his fingers and the other couldn't help but freeze.
" I… My dear, would you like to go for a walk? It… May help " A sense of only a moment's uncertainty sounded through his voice as he retracted his hand away from his wings. The younger could only nod as he watched a small smile form on the older one. He watched as he got up from the edge of the bed and left the room, most likely to go grab shoes for him. He watched as the older dragon left him alone, but the moment he was out of sight was the moment tears dripped down his face. This had been one of the only moments that the dragon wasn't in the room when he was awake, as all his time was spent sleeping to recover.
Thoughts left him and immediately came back again as he thought about his freedom and joy from the sky. He started thinking of if he would ever recover what he had lost from only wanting to fly alone. A choked sob left him as he leaned down into his hands. This had to be the gods punishing him for something he did as a dragon's freedom comes from its wings. He felt like a clipped-winged bird inside a cage. Even with the door wide open to the cage, he could never go far anymore. All he wanted was to fly so high that he was forced to come down due to a loss of oxygen. His tears seeped into the white blanket and tears ran down his arms as he cried. In the depths of despair, memories haunted him. It pained him to remember when he could fly. He could only think that if he had never been able to fly at all, then he would not be put through such mental torture and agony.
He felt like ripping his own body apart to stop the suffering, but he only froze for a moment until he realized the thoughts that came to him. The room was soon filled once more with his sounds of despair which could be heard from outside the closed door. Malleus stood just before the door as he heard the cries of him giving up. The older dragon's own green eyes teared up as he stood frozen outside the door. But the tears didn't fall as his companions did, he could only lean on the wall next to the door as a whisper left his lips " I'm so sorry, my dear, Y/N "
What makes me sad about the ao3 ddos attack is that fanfic writers are still gonna be the most underappreciated part of fandom despite how these past couple days prove they're really part of the backbone. Writers are still getting little to no recognition especially if they aren't one of the top kudos fics or have a small following. They'll continue to get thousands of hits and a handful of kudos and maybe a comment or two. And of those comments, they're going to get some person insulting their work or making them feel pressured.
Maybe when you go to download your fave fics now that ao3 is back, you leave a comment for that author. Just something small, not even that much. And no, being shy or worried about being cringe is not a good excuse. It's once again showing that the writers you missed so desperately are actually worth so little to you
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