reader isn't Yuu. I alluded to reader being in Heartslabyul, but it’s not rlly relevant and easily changed if you pretend Trey’s name is someone else’s.
This takes place a year after the events of Book 7. I haven’t read book 8 so my facts are probably hella incorrect lol
Also warning for insane mischaracterization. This is genuinely one of my daydreams typed out so its also kinda long. Enjoy!!
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“How has he come to be like this?”
The serious tone in Malleus’ voice sets everyone on edge. Minus you, of course, who is lying peacefully on the infirmary’s bed at his side. Sort of peacefully. You’re much paler than usual and covered in a sheen of sweat. There are also dark bags under your eyes from nights of unrest. The trembling of your body is visible and there is a folded towelette on your forehead. So by peacefully- you’re unconscious and mostly unbothered by the surrounding chaos.
Malleus would find this moment intriguing if he weren’t so worried for your wellbeing. But because you are his beloved, he cannot help but fixate on your poor health.
How have you come to be so ill? It’s not due to having an immune system of a peasant child, that’s for sure. You’ve gone four years at Night Raven together without a serious trip to the Infirmary, yet here you lay here as if suffering from a plague.
“Well… we’ve been wanting to visit all the upperclassmen who were coming back from their internships. Trey warned us that (name) wasn’t feeling well, but we were so excited since he went to such a unique workplace that we… basically…” Deuce’s explanation trails off at Malleus’ stormy expression. While the dragon fae has worked on his socialization, there are plenty of times where he slips up. Who wouldn’t when their beloved is at risk? What fool pokes a bear after a warning? Excited as they may have been, do they not respect (name) to leave him to rest?
“Sebek was the one who was pushing to see him.” Ace coughs after a painfully long and silent moment. The bickering begins immediately.
“OF COURSE I WANTED TO SEE (NAME)-SENPAI. AS THE PARTNER OF MY LEIGE, I HOLD HIM IN VERY HIGH REGARD. AND I DID NOT BELIEVE HIM ABLE TO BE IN SUCH A WEAK STATE!” Sebek defends loudly after crossing his arms. The pink hue in his cheeks and determination to avoid anyone’s eye contact betrays his embarrassment.
“Weak? It’s probably just a cold. I bet ya had multiple before, Sebek.” Epel scoffs.
“NEVER! COLDS ARE FOR THE WEAK AND HUMANE! AND IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, YOU ALSO DID NOT BELIEVE TREY-SENPAI AND BEGGED TO SEE (NAME)-”
“Well, well, this is quite the commotion,” a new, but familiar, voice interjects. At this point Malleus disregards the entire conversation. He’s the only one not caught off guard by Lilia’s inverted appearance or Silver’s joining. His focus is strictly on you.
Malleus’ head tilts, his eyebrows furrowing just slightly as he watches your unrestful sleep. Your expression has pinched since the underclassman’s bickering amplified- yet you don’t awaken. There is magic on you. He can sense it. The entire infirmary smells faintly of disinfectant and magic, but a spell’s scent is stronger on you. One not strong enough to cause suspicion, but enough to catch his attention. Your skin has an odd tingling when he takes your clammy hand. Malleus is so focused on the spell that he doesn’t notice the nurse attempting to quiet down the underclassmen.
“Is there a spell on him?” Malleus asks over the turmoil. All eyes turn to him as he looks over to the nurse. They stiffen under his sharp gaze and avert their eyes.
“Yes. We did an inspection immediately after he was carried here by Mr. Zigvolt,” they admit with a small nod in Sebek’s direction. “Mr. (last name) most likely collapsed due to a small case of malnourishment and exhaustion. It’s unfortunately not an uncommon incident for students, especially those of arcane educations.”
“The spell we use in these circumstances puts the patient in a temporary coma until their body is completely revitalized, then they’ll wake by themselves. Since Mr (last name)’s condition wasn’t too bad, I assume he’ll wake up in the next two or three days.”
Malleus frowns and looks back at you. Your pained expression seems to have lessened since those around you have quieted. But still, he can’t help but feel troubled at your state of being.
“If the spell is supposed to help, why does he look so… in pain?” Epel asks. He’s not wrong. You look as if you’re trapped in a nightmare, tense and trembling.
“That’s common. The body is getting loaded with vitamins and nutrients to get Mr. (last name) back to health. We’re basically accelerating the body’s healing process through the illness. What could possibly take a week or two will take less than five days with this spell. It’s very uncomfortable- hence the unconsciousness. Fits during sleep are common with this.” The nurse explains. They seem to have regained enough confidence to not cower in Malleus’ presence. Still, they do not meet his eyes.
Malleus takes a long moment to speak. He can’t take his eyes off of your pinched face. Your hand is limp in his grasp. It doesn’t feel right to leave you in your discomfort.
“Would it be possible to give him a blessing?” Malleus asks. There’s really no questioning what he means. Everyone’s shares an immediate glance of panic. Although Lilia, who at some point moved to his feet instead of hanging in the air, gives Malleus more of an curious look.
“Uhh… is that really a good idea? Especially after…” Ace doesn’t finish his thought. It’s not his intention to piss off Malleus and recreate last year, but he’s also not known for keeping his mouth shut.
“DO NOT QUESTION MALLEUS-SAMA’S POWERS. MY LEIGE HAS SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS OF TIME REMASTERING THE USE OF MAGIC.” Sebek scoffs. The other sophomores still look skeptical. A faint of a smirk flickers on Malleus’ lips, but the only answer he cares for is from the nurse-
Who only purses their lips and looks at their clipboard unsurely. They were there, last year, when the Prince of Briar Valley overblotted. It’s not an experience they really want to go through again.
“I have trained tirelessly to regain what control I have lost over my powers. It’s possible for me to put a condition on the spell, much like the one is (name) under. He will still awaken when he’s ready,” Malleus’ says, his expression softening with a twinge of guilt as he looks at you once more.
The two of you had kept constant communication during your internships. Malleus had even learned how to use social media with the help of those at STYX. But he found himself worried when your communication lessened over the weeks. You said your workload had done nothing but increase and that you would be alright. That, and Lilia insisting that distance is healthy for couples, kept Malleus from traveling straight to you or pushing for more.
“It does not feel right to leave my beloved to be uncomfortable when I can give him comfort,” Malleus says.
“WHAT BENEVOLENCE! MY LEIGE IS A WONDERFUL PARTNER!!!!” Sebek boasts with that proud smile of his. It earns him side eyes from the underclassman and a slightly proud smirk from Malleus. Lilia himself chuckles and turns to the nurse.
Malleus doesn’t listen to the nurse and Lilia speak in hushed voices. He hadn’t intended to pay any mind to the sophomores until their bickering grew and your expression once again twisted. But the nurse interjects before he can tell them to quiet themselves.
“Physical and magical violence is not allowed on campus unless under specific supervision. The consequences to these actions are not limited to suspension, expulsion, or possible lawsuits in extreme cases.” The nurse drones out. They wearily pinch the bridge of their nose before continuing. “I have other duties to attend to and will not be aware of your actions after this. Please try to keep your noise level lowered in respect to our patients.”
In a bit of surprise, the group watches the nurse retreat with their clipboard. A long moment passes before anyone speaks.
“Are we sure-“
“I would not put (name) at risk were I not confident in my abilities.” Malleus interjects. His sharp eyes meet Ace’s. “You are close friends with him, and I offer my thanks that you were able to aid him where I had not. Place your trust in me, Trappola.”
Ace nods stiffly and awkwardly looks away. No one else seems keen on interrupting, and with a confirming smile from Lilia, Malleus turns to you once more.
Malleus brushes a hair from your face. Your fate is not fatal yet he feels as if he’s somehow failed you anyway. Why had you not confided in him? You have consistently supported Malleus in more ways than one since his overblot. You believed he could be better and always encouraged him without falter. Did you not believe him capable of doing the same for you?
Malleus grasps your hand in both of his. The clamminess of your limp hand unsettles him but he doesn’t let go. The guilt of not being there for you gnaws on him.
But that will change. Malleus refuses to be useless to those he loves. The words that leave him are heavy with magic.
“I, the Lord of Malevolence, offer this blessing. Fae Maleficence.”
Exclamations arise as the ground trembles, Malleus and Lilia seemingly not reacting to it. Tiny black brambles just an inch tall tear through the hard flooring around your cot at the same moment a hazy, green bubble settles around you. Then…
Silence.
Your trembling ceases. You no longer look pained by nightmares. Relieved, Malleus presses his lips to the back of your hand. He may have not been there before, but now you can rest peacefully.
Lilia smiles as he watches his ward gaze at you. The longing in Malleus’ stare is recognizable, a tale as old as time.
Oh young love…
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Malleus is by your side the moment he feels his spell waver. It doesn’t matter what he was doing or who he was with. In class? Never mind that. Gargoyle appreciating? There is a better beauty to admire. His retainers will find him eventually. Homework can wait. But he will not, for his beloved.
Your eyes have barely opened before you see him beside you. Haziness and confusion fog your consciousness, but you also feel better than you have in ages. A blissful memory- a dream?- fades away as you awaken to reality.
“My love… I am pleased to see you well again.” Malleus says. He’s practically beaming and unable to keep his hands off of you as soon as you sit up. He by you and just invades you space. Caressing your hair, then your warm cheeks, and finally grasping your hands. Even his scaly tail lays itself across your legs.
You look better. Well… that just means you’re awake. Malleus has been at your side every chance he could get, monitoring your well being. He watched as those dark circles faded and life color your cheeks. Your fits ceased entirely after his spell and it relieved Malleus to see you sleep so peacefully.
But seeing you awake provides a much better satisfaction. No gem shines prettier than your eyes. And honestly, he enjoys seeing your cheeks red and flushed. He picks up on your confusion and explains what happened. It’s a quick retelling; from the sophomore’s story, to his spell, and finally your awakening.
“Do you not trust me?” Malleus murmurs. He’d given you a few minutes to comprehend his words but couldn’t hold himself back.
“What?” You ask in pure confusion. Your thumbs have been brushing against Malleus’ knuckles but pause at his question.
“Not once had you asked for assistance. And while I do admire your resilience… I would hope you hold enough trust to find solace within me.” Malleus says. His tone is stern yet gentle, with what sounds like betrayal underlying it all. His grip on your hands turn slightly needy.
You bite the inside of your lip and look away almost guiltily. It wasn’t your intention of pushing Malleus away or making him feel untrustworthy. You’re just too used to handling everything by yourself.
“I’m… sorry, Malleus. I do trust you. A lot,” You choke out. The words are almost suffocating. And embarrassing. It’s easier to let others be vulnerable with you than the other way around. You’re thankful that Malleus doesn’t push for an answer, only waits patiently.
“I just got carried away. They’re known for overworking their interns, and I felt like admitting I was struggling meant…” You scoff and look away to avoid letting Malleus meet your tearing eyes. It’s embarrassing how quickly you break. But Malleus doesn’t seem to mind that you had pulled away.
“We share an affinity for isolation,” he murmurs, a strange affection in his voice. His green eyes bear into your face and he knows you can feel it. “But there is no need to banish yourself to such state. Doing so myself led me to make foolish decisions.”
Malleus gently cups your cheek. He’s always loved your human warmth and was uneased to feel you so clammy and limp. And he misses having your eyes on him. But the two of you have had lengthy conversations about control and boundaries. So he lovingly admires your side profile.
“I do not wish for you to ever know that pain, (name). I know you are strong. And I admire your independence. But admittance of pain is not an admittance of weakness. It would never make me think lesser of you. Nothing would make me think less of you.” He skims his lips across your cheek and grins at how you heat up. You’ve never been one to openly admit your vulnerable feelings or ask for help. Malleus would love a chance to emotionally pamper you as you’ve done for him.
“We are the future kings of Briar Valley. A monarchy serves best when its rulers are in tune with one another.” Malleus practically purrs as he tilts his head to chase your gaze. You’re too cute. He’s missed seeing his partner so flustered. And he knows that if you truly did not want this, want him, you would push him away instead of simply look away.
“You have cheered me on through my training and tribulations. Not once has your love for me faltered. So allow me to support you as you have supported me, dear beloved. Unless that is not what you wish for?” You cannot help but scoff at the coy tone of your partner. Leave it to Malleus to go from yearning lover to reminding you he’s a prince.
An affectionate sigh leaves your lips as you press a chaste kiss to his pale cheek. Finally you bring yourself to meet the green eyes of your partner. There’s nothing but pure adoration and playfulness in Malleus’ eyes. No disappointment or anger or resentment. Nothing that you feared is there.
Cupping Malleus’ pale cheek, you press a kiss to his lips. He returns your longing with just as much affection.
“Of course I want that,” you respond after pulling away. Your words brush against Malleus’ lips and he can’t help but chuckle.
“Then allow me to start by showing you just how much you mean to me,” Malleus murmurs and presses another sweet kiss to your lips.
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OKAY Jokes aside (pls laugh)
I READ USELESS BRICK I LOVE IT SMMMMMMMMM
ngl I've always wondered if like when it comes to Yuu, if their phone could ever be recovered atleast for memories considering they're in a completely alien world, atleast it could be a litttlleeeee bit of comfort right..yum angst potential because Yuu!angst keeps me alive.
I LOVE how you wrote Idia precious augh I'm so soft
thankyou for the fooddddd~
haha it’s nice to see another gloomurai!
i’m glad you liked it! it’s definitely not my best writing but im too lazy to make edits.
i do like the thought of Yuu taking a small trinket to Twisted Wonderland and what may become of it. Sold, broken, lost, fixed; it’s a good topic for isekai fics haha.
Clementine Sparks, twisted off of the fuckass Orange Bird from Disney Flordia
Sorry he doesn’t look great. It’s a quick sketch cause I’ve really wanted to show him off and I’m still playing around with how he looks. I lost my OG notebook with my designs so I have to redraw my baby 😓😓. Genuinely annoyed ab it.
He’s basically the orange and nicer version of Epel haha. Posterboy for Sunshine Land’s Citrus Commission- a famous company known for its Orange Groves and citrus products. Clement is a young beastman model who reps both the company and environmental conservation.
He’s is heavily based off the bird and its history with my own additions. Clement is mute and speaks with a misty-orange bubble (like Sandman from Rise of the Guardians). His modeling mostly promotes the company but he has collaborated with other companies and models.
Clement loves modeling with Neige. Imagine those pictures of two baby animals. That’s basically what these two look like together. Clement is a freshman who looks up to Neige. Does he go to RSA? Dunno yet LOL.
Epel has one sided beef and does want to turn Clement into rotisserie ✌️
He was originally gonna be a small farmer like Epel, but I thought it’d be better for Clement to be a bit more famous. I like the thought of him and Neige being Epel and Vil’s antithesis.
In the anime, Yuu still had his phone with him. Same concept here. You fall into Twisted Wonderland and your phone is basically useless. Except phones hold much more information about you than you realize. Imagine they find it, and go through it…
Sorry for any mischaracterization and mistakes. I’m pretty new to fanfiction writing so I’d really appreciate any tips or constructive criticism.
Idia x male reader, established relationship
(I had a Cater part but I never finished it and this fic is lowk collecting dust in my drafts. Maybe if anyone wants it I’ll finish it 😭 )
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Idia
Your phone died ages ago. Maybe even before you dealt with Riddle’s overblot. You spent nights scrolling through photos of your loved ones, your memories, your world while Grim snored beside you. The day it died was a hard day for you. And unfortunately, the chargers in this world aren’t built for your phone and you’re not desperate enough to fry it attempting anything.
Time moves on and your old phone now collects dust on your nightstand.
You and Idia are having a date game night. You’d asked him to grab your favorite fluffy blanket from your room as you set up downstairs. Not willing to disappoint his dear boyfriend, Idia trudges to your room.
Did you have to ask Idia? He’s definitely been in your room before. Just… not without you. And you totally could’ve grabbed it yourself without having him feel like he’s a pervert invading your personal space even though you guys are-
What is that?
Idia catches sight of your old phone on the nightstand. How could he not? It’s facedown, the phone case revealing the glory of its cuteness or edginess or whatever fits your vibe to the world. A phone charm even hangs off of it- a chibi of a character unknown to this world grinning up at him.
He picks it up with a shaking hand. It’s obviously a phone. It matches your vibe. It doesn’t take Idia long to figure out that the phone is from your world- the buttons are strangely placed and the charger input is just a little too small. But its obviously a phone.
“Idia? What are you doing?”
Idia basically screeches at your voice, whipping around and failing to cover any guilt or fear. He’s a stuttering mess- he might as well have been rummaging through your underwear drawer the way he’s apologizing.
You see your phone in his hand and smile tightly, leaning against the doorframe.
“It’s dead.” Is all you say. The ache in your chest stops you from explaining its origin or importance. You just watch Idia fumble around with an amused smile.
“I- I could find a way to fix it.” He offers. You open your mouth to object, but the thought of having the physical manifestations of your memories stops you.
“You’d be my hero, then,” You reply lightly. You walk towards him, smiling at the way his face flushes. You grab him by the sleeve and press a gentle kiss to his warming cheek before dragging him back to the common room- making sure to grab the fluffy blanket you previously sent him up for.
Later, Idia heads back to his dorm mumbling and fidgeting with the dead phone. Why had he offered such a thing? It's a phone from another universe. There's a chance he'll mess it up and you'll hate him for it and never want to have him over and cuddle under that blanket during gaming nights-
Idia almost abandons the phone as soon as he reaches his room. If only Ortho hadn't convinced him otherwise.
"Isn't (y/n) always on his phone? He might have things on there that he misses."
Oh so now he has to do it. Thanks, Ortho...
And it surprisingly doesn't take long to fix the thing. What had he been so afraid of? All he can think about is your bright smile and the way you'll praise his name when he hands you the phone and he basically melts at the thought.
Until the phone turns on. Your lock screen is you smiling with some guy and Idia can feel his heart stopping in his chest. 404 Error. Blue screen of death. Is he your boyfriend? Maybe just a friend? So then why are you guys so close?
It doesn't take him long to get into your phone. You don't have to know, but he has to know if he's second in your heart to some normie. The apps have strange names. And most of them don't work due to the lack of internet. So he resorts to the photos app, and almost immediately regrets it.
He finds so many photos of you. Selfies, poses by yourself, with others. Idia can only focus on your smile. Mumbling and grumbling and honestly just whining about how he's never seen you smile like that with him.
Well. He'll win this non-existent contest with the normies on your phone. Thank the sevens it’s a weekend. He takes all night making a new lil device for you (and stealing a few pictures of you as payment). And by the morning, he's right back at your dorm.
"It- It's a portable charger. Just place it on the back of your phone and it'll charge it right up. So it won't die again." Idia explains awkwardly as you take the phone and small box.
You honestly don't know how to feel at first. It’s pretty early in the morning and seeing Idia outside makes you think you’re dreaming. And being handed your phone, which you kinda thought was a goner, isn’t helping.
Your fatigue fades away as your phone turns on. A smile stretches across your face and you don’t hesitate to wrap Idia in a tight hug.
"Thank you so much, Idia! You have no clue how much this means to me," You say warmly. His hair turns pink at the ends, his hands fidgeting with themselves. He can feel his heart short-circuiting in his chest.
The photos don't do your true smile any justice. No camera could ever contain the radiance you're currently bestowing on him.
The jealousy Idia felt earlier fades away at the attention you're giving him. As cruel as it is, he's the one with you now.
If I had a quarter for every time I obsessed over a character named Ray who has an alter-ego and blew up my home, I’d have two quarters
Genuinely returned to my roots. I had the BIGGEST obsession with Saeran when I was like 13. I played BSH this weekend and can’t get Ray out of my head.
They have too many similarities. Daddy issues. Organizational abuse. Locking MC in a room ‘to keep them safe’. 100% yandere. All roads lead back to Mystic Messenger?
If you see me getting manipulated by a dude with heavy ass eyebags, don’t do anything I’m right where I wan’t to be.
I know I’m hella late on this but hear me out. I know why the staff were used for the 4th anniversary but without the students it felt like everyone graduated and left yuu behind. The only ones who’d be left at that point would be the freshmen, but they’d be seniors and therefore off campus. So the only ones left to celebrate with Yuu are the staff 😭
Ok and unrelated- I 100% would not want to leave twisted wonderland. Maybe I’m just escapism final boss but this has always been my case with isekai media. Yuu going home makes perfect angst, but I’d love fanfics where they just casually drop the fact that they’re choosing to stay. There’s no way I’m alone on this TT
I imagine Cove and MC living to be super old. Like one of those super sweet and super old couples that everyone in town knows.
But everything’s gotta come to an end, right?
Cove goes out first 100%. Go ahead and tell me I’m mischaracterizing but I don’t think he’d be able to handle MC dying first. He would definitely go out a few days after them, in that case.
But imagine Cove going out first and MC holding out until then, because they know he wouldn’t take their death so well.
Or maybe they’re so interlinked that they die together, The Notebook style LOL.
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