#twst overblot

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[madiozy]

Fic-inspired art!

Fic name “And it got louder” by Riddle_Peakhearts

[rizdoodles]

SAVE THEM, DEUCE!!♠️

[bakhromshchitsa]

Offended and angry

[kefiteria]

Could i request what overblot boys react to reader calling them "baby" or "babe" for the first time in the relationship? Like "thank you baby" after they hand you a book or something? I LOVE YOUR WRITING PLEASE

Witnesses Say It Was "Just One Baby/Babe"

Overblot boys x GN!reader

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a/n🍨: Hiii~ Halooo~ thank you for loving, reading and requesting my humble writing🩷 this fic is meant to be a quick palate cleanser after my previous lengthy work. I wanted something lighthearted, easy to read, and focused on a simple, silly premise that made me smile while writing it. Hopefully it can be a fun little break for you too🩷💛🩵

Riddle Rosehearts

The afternoon light spills gold across the dorm lounge, dust motes dancing between stacked books and teacups. You thank him so casually—“Thank you, baby.” It slips out like second nature, soft and warm.

His fingers freeze against the spine of the book that he casually passed it to you seconds ago yet now the bluish-gray eyes widening as scarlet slowly crawls up his neck to his ears like spilled ink on porcelain.

“B-Baby?! W-What kind of improper—” He cuts himself off, his voice faltering. Riddle’s grip tightens on the book before he presses it into your hands far too stiffly.

“I-I mean… if you insist on using such… intimate terms… at least warn me first.”

Riddle's lips press into a thin line as he tries to restore some semblance of order, but the unmistakable redness staining the tips of his ears keep betraying him long before he can. No amount of dignity or discipline can conceal just how flustered he truly is.

Leona Kingscholar

The room is lazy with heat, sunlight pooling over his sprawled form like melted amber. He hands you your forgotten handkerchief with his usual half-lidded annoyance. Then you smile—“Thanks, babe.”

The word lands like a pebble into still water. His tail flicks sharply.

“… What’d you call me?” His green eyes crack open wider, studying you like prey he wasn’t expecting to bare its throat.

Slowly, a smirk curls across his lips.

"Heh. Took you long enough." Leona's chin resting against his palm, amusement and satisfaction glinting in his eyes. His posture remains languid, as though none of this truly matters—but the faint twitch of his tail betrays just how much it does.

Azul Ashengrotto

In the velvet-lit office of the lounge, he slides a stack of notes across to you with polished elegance. Your gratitude is easy, sweet—“Thank you, baby.” which instantly made the pen in his hand slips from his fingers and clatters against the desk.

“… Pardon?”

His smile falters—rare, genuine surprise breaking through the carefully crafted mask. His glasses catch the light as he adjusts them unnecessarily, buying himself time. “That is… quite the affectionate term.”

Azul's cheeks tint pink despite himself, and he quickly clears his throat to recover.

“And— I'll have to charge you for that.”

On the outside, his fingers nervously fidget with his gloves. On the inside, he's in the middle of a full-blown spiral.

Jamil Viper

The dorm kitchen smells of cardamom and warm tea; Jamil’s movements are precise as ever. He passes you the star anise you asked for, and without thinking, you murmur, “Thanks, babe.” He nearly drops the spoon in his hand.

“… What?”

His eyes narrow—in disbelief—as he glances at you over his shoulder. There’s the faintest flush dusting his cheeks. “You can’t just say things like that while I’m busy.”

Jamil turns back to the stove too quickly, with his shoulders visibly tense. But there’s a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, betraying how much he liked it.

“You’re troublesome.”

 Vil Schoenheit

Backstage mirrors cast everything in silver and gold as he hands you a script with flawless grace. Your voice glides out—“Thank you, baby.” He pauses, lashes fluttering as if you’d brushed a feather across his skin.

“… Baby?”

He repeats it like tasting an expensive perfume, testing the scent of it. His lips curve, elegant and sharp. “How shameless. I supposed it suits me, doesn’t it?”

Vil steps closer, tilting your chin up with practiced delicacy. Though perfectly composed, the warmth in his eyes softens. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, entirely composed with a gaze of satisfaction in his eyes.

“At least your taste in pet names is refined.”

Idia Shroud

The glow of the monitors paints the room in shifting shades of sapphire, turning the darkness into something almost dreamlike. Pixels dance across Idia's face as he wordlessly offers you the controller, shoulders relaxed in the rare comfort of your company.

You take it with a smile. “Thanks, babe.”

“EH?!” He jerks so hard his chair nearly tips over, hair flaring pink with embarrassment. His face goes nuclear red. “Y-You can’t just drop premium-level affection DLC like that without warning!”

Idia covers half his face with his sleeve, peeking at you through his fingers. His shoulders are hunched, practically vibrating. “B-Babe?? Like—an actual romantic dialogue option, babe?!

He is going to replaying that moment on loop forever.

Malleus Draconia

Moonlight spills silver through ancient windows, catching on the dark green of his hair like woven starlight. He offers you a small flower with that quiet, reverent care only he possesses. Your fingers brush his as you say, “Thank you, baby.” His breath catches—subtle, but unmistakable.

“… Baby.”

He repeats it low, almost wonderingly, like an ancient word rediscovered. His lime-green eyes soften, glowing faintly in the dark. “That is what you call me?”

Malleus leans closer, towering with his gaze fixed wholly on you. There’s a rare vulnerability in the slight parting of his lips, the way his hand lingers near yours. “Then I shall treasure it… if it means I am yours.”

"Did you hear what happened to Housewarden Rosehearts?"

"The Baby Incident?"

"The Baby Incident."

"Tragic."

"Many such cases." 💀✨

[selveristsaatan]

Vil overblot in my au

[robo-milky]

[Prologue Part 1] [Read: Left -> Right]

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Hello guys! …So I lied and finished this much sooner than I thought- TBF, this is still incomplete as the intro, since I want to drag it out a little longer for a better contextualization and a visualizer for the AU! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Give me Malleus x reader cuddling

Ahhh I love this prompt!! warning, not proof read written between 2-4 am over multiple days, horrid grammar and over use of semi colons with lots of run on sentences

tags: lonely malleus, non-magic using reader, no use on y/n, reader's not from twisted wonderland, ramshackle perfect reader, malleus just really needed a hug, takes a minute to get to the actual cuddling

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Affection is necessary to a dragon fae's life, for his egg to have even hatched it needed the comforting warmth of his mother's lullaby. Despite that, Malleus himself is quite lonely. It should come as no surprise that he is, in fact, touch starved. Lilia, for all his efforts in getting the dragon fae to socialize more, was often gone for long periods of time himself. Sebek, was loyal by Malleus's side through and through, but had placed his beloved prince on far too high a pedestal to ever think of showing physical affection to his great liege. Lastly, Silver was simply off elsewhere napping, or attempting to give Malleus his own space (lest he become too dependent like Kamil, or overly demanding like Leona). The rest of society could barely muster a word to the great Malleus Draconia, one of the top five mages of the world, heir to the throne of the Brier Valley; let alone think to even lay a finger on him.

But it did not mean Malleus did not crave for it any less. If anything, he thought it was woven into his nature. Although the world like the paint dragons as solitary creatures, fire breathers that should be feared, in reality they were just protectors. That is why they had ruled over Brier Valley for some long Malleus presumes; because it is in their nature to guard that dearest to them. Yet, that intention is misinterpreted, taken for greed or pridefulness. He often felt misunderstood in this same right. Magic coursed through him in the manner that a breath of air does, or his blood through his veins, but he's never wished to use it harm others. Rather, he finds himself yearning for something of his own protect; to one day feel the same warmth that coaxed him out of his egg. Lilia had once told him about his near death, how Malleus almost passed in his egg due to a lack of unconditional love; and it seems that now he has gone back to lacking it.

He had started to wonder if his coming to Night Raven College was a mistake. There was nothing of note this place could provide in terms of magical knowledge, he had thought that his would be his chance to meet others, make friends. Instead, all he is meet with is cowering peers that avoided his very presence, and spoke of him as a passing myth. By chance the dullness had all changed one evening stroll, when he met the most peculiar child of man. His once beloved abandoned building, now housing a mysterious foreigner. Perhaps, your lack of awareness of the new world should be concerning considering all the danger you seem to find yourself in. However, an odd sense of relief took over him when you did not know who he was. It was entirely selfish, but he enjoyed conversing with someone whose voice didn't quiver and crack in sheer terror. He found humor in someone giving him a ridiculous nickname, without being scared of offending his title or rank. It was refreshing to be treated so human; not as a fae prince, or a mythical beast.

Although upon your first meeting he seemed distressed to lose his place of solitude, a slow appreciation for your presence during his evenings had began. Without meaning to, he'd find himself almost awaiting the moment you'd wonder out of the rundown dorm for some escape from the strange dreams you'd complained had plagued you. He'd started to wonder ahead of time which of the school's gargoyles he should detail out you that night. The beginnings of something he was not sure he could exactly name, yet his soul seemed to have been waiting for. On one such night, without much thought you had momentarily touched his shoulder. It was innocent enough, meant to draw his attention so you could ask about the consolations of this world that had been different than your own; an observation you'd been meaning to ask about for some nights now. You listened attentively to the explanations. Although, the touch did not stop there. He didn't know if it was the tiredness of the night that had made you bold, or simply the fact you hadn't the clue who he truly was. Either way, you'd grown comfortable grabbing his hand to redirect it, letting out a short "now explain this one" as he gave the background behind each of the formations.

The touch wasn't unwelcome, just... unfamiliar. He found himself hyper aware of every small movement your hands made, and the lingering trail they left in their wake. He was unaware that this was only the beginning. When he had returned following the winter break, he was unsure what to expect from your... companionship (?). He had been pleasantly surprised to find that the time apart had made little difference, and if anything you had craved the company of your friend following the Scarabia situation. In the weeks following the return, his birthday was looming like omen. He was sure his trustee guards and guardian would remember, however, he doubted it would be any less lonely than the past. At least this year around, he wouldn't hurt his stomach trying to eat the whole cake. He never would've have guessed that a small slip up by Lilia about the coming day (which the bat fae has grinningly assured was definitely accidental) to end in you bringing him a tart. It was the first Malleus had seen you nervous around him, fingers methodically tapping the side of the tart box. You rambled about how you knew birthdays usually called for cake, but as you had no baking ability, you enlisted one of your friends help, and his speciality lied in tarts. Once the candles were lit you expectedly stared at the fae, another odd feeling found itself creeping between the crevices of his chest; taking over his entire being. He only had one wish when he blew out the candles, that you may remain his first and dearest friend. Before you left, you made sure to pull Malleus into a firm embrace. He felt as though the grip had seemed to tighten around his heart as well, and he was unsure what to with himself. Carefully attempting to reciprocate the action. Sadly, it ended almost as quickly as it began. Once again you seemed to just barely by pass him; he could hold you, but never for long enough.

All good things must eventually come to the cruelest of ends he thought as he recovered from his overblot. He could hear your voice call out to him, but for the first time ever Malleus was scared. He was too frightened to look up, to meet your gaze, to finally see it. To watch your eyes that had once glimmered with innocent curiosity as they trailed the outlines of his horns be instead consumed by fear. He had already dealt with the grief of potentially losing Lilia, of being left really alone for his centuries to come. He cannot bear to witness you realize the monster you had unknowingly been around this whole time. So, for the first time ever, Malleus was truly being a terrified coward; letting his remaining tears fall away as everyone faded to background noise. He didn't even know what he was crying for anymore, Lilia's near death? The pain he'd brought to Sebek and Silver? The harm he'd brought to everyone at NRC? The weight of this unbearable loneliness? Knowing his losing you? Maybe it was the emotional exhaustion of it all, and his body no longer being able to carry it after the overblot. He once again felt like that small dragon that almost died in his egg, cold and loveless. Then, you placed your arms around him. It was with such an aggressive force he'd have toppled over if it wasn't for his unusual fae strength even in this form. He seemed to be broken out of his state, instead too consumed by the shock of you pulling him closer towards him. You just sat there for a moment, holding him, almost like you were trying to make sure he was still there. The only time you'd pulled back was to check his state. He felt you trace across him for injury, and finally softly run your fingers around the edge of his damaged horn. Under your touch, he'd found it in himself to finally look at your face. Worry, that's what filled every one of your features; in the way your brows furrowed, to the downwards tug of your lips, it was filled with worry. Rather than being scared of him, you were scared for him. He felt his body fill with a million foreign emotions all at once, relief, joy, love- so much love, it was consuming. He pulled you back in before he could even think of reasons why you'd pull away, and you'd returned the favor. He didn't just sit in your embrace, he reveled in it. Cherished the way your fingers tangled them selves in his hair, or the weight of your face pressed into his nape like you were trying to breathe him in. He treasured that you'd been the first to ever hold him like this, the first who'd gotten close enough for your touch to ground him like this. He let the warmth envelop him completely; willingly giving into it. He'd wonder if this warmth had been what saved him the first time too. If it had been the same promising warmth that lured him out of the egg so many years ago. Regardless, he knew as lied in it that he do everything he could to protect it.

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Ah! I know it may not have been what you exactly wanted as it took a life of its own and become more of a Malleus loneliness self study, BUT i hope you enjoyed it regardless!!

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