Content:Post-canon, fem!afab!MC, fluffy, family & children, my type of humor, references to the Scary Monsters Twisted Wonderland Halloween Event, mentions of childbirth (?) (one paragraph only), usual cuteness 💞
Note(s):I got lost in the middle of the drafts for this month, I’m dead 😭 This is supposedly an old one but I was so busy and today I decided to review it before posting and I practically changed everything in it 💀 dividers from here and here.
Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡
There was something in the Halloween air of Twisted Wonderland that made everything more vibrant, more energetic… and, in Princess Aurora Draconia’s opinion, more irritating.
The princess, just turned sixteen — a complicated phase for any human being… except that she is half fae. More than half fae, a dragon fae.
Her black hair was a bit disheveled, and her green eyes sparkled with irritation. She wore a dark blue silk nightgown, what she always wear to sleep actually.
“Good morning, Princess,” one of the maids ventured. Aurora merely snorted, passing her without responding. The mere expression on her face was enough to make the servants cringe.
At the head of the table, [Name], the queen, sipped her coffee calmly, steam rising from the cup in gentle spirals. Her calm smile contrasted completely with her daughter morning bad mood.
“Ah, are you awake yet, Aurora? Did you sleep well?” she asked, serene.
“No,” came the dry reply.
[Name] looked unfazed. “Hm? And why not? What happened?”
“There were ghosts making noise on the roof of my room. All. Night.” Aurora crossed her arms, her expression one of pure disdain.
The queen tried to contain her laughter, but failed. Her smile widened as she stirred sugar into her cup. “Well, dear, it’s Halloween. It’s only natural for them to be happy at a time reserved for them.”
Aurora let out a dramatic sigh, tossing her hair to the side. “I hate Halloween.”
Somewhere poor Skully surely felt a pang.
[Name] bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to laugh. “Aurora, don’t say that…”
“There are no ghosts in your world, are there, mom?” Aurora snapped. “I want to go there.”
Before [Name] could respond, a deep, smooth voice echoed through the room.
“Now… is anyone unhappy with Halloween?” Aurora turned and saw her father standing. Malleus’s green eyes — identical to hers —glimmered with restrained amusement. “That’s an interesting counterpoint,” he continued, “since your younger brothers seem delighted with the holiday.”
Aurora raised an eyebrow just as two small hurricanes invaded the kitchen.
“BOO!” Kyrval shouted, covered in a white sheet with poorly made holes that weren’t even in the position of his eyes. Magnus laughed as he ran around the table, being “haunted” by his brother.
“Boys, don’t run, you’ll hurt yourselves!” [Name] warned, but it was too late. Kyrval tripped on the sheet and nearly fell to the stone floor, if not for Malleus’s magic quick intervention.
A green aura that enveloped his son in midair, stopping him from falling. Kyrval floated for a few seconds before landing softly on the ground.
“Dad! Do it again!” the boy begged excitedly.
“Not now Kyrval,” Malleus replied. “Once is enough.”
“Uwaaaa, but I want it again!”
“Come here, you little devils.” Malleus grabbed each of the twins by the arms with impressive ease. Magnus and Kyrval were still laughing, swinging their legs in the air, completely unconcerned. “Didn’t you let the maids get you ready today?” he asked, looking from one to the other with that air of mock seriousness. He left, carrying his children under his arms, as if carrying two noisy sacks of flour.
[Name] watched the scene with a fond smile. When the sound of voices faded in the distance, she turned back to the table, where Aurora remained seated, her chin resting on her hand, a bored look on her face.
[Name] stifled a laugh. “I’m sure you know why Halloween is the way it is in Twisted Wonderland, don’t you?”
Aurora shrugged with a huff. “It still unbearable having to entertain mischievous and annoying ghosts.”
[Name] raised her eyebrows, adopting that expression of affectionate pity only mothers could muster. “Well, my favorite part of this holiday isn’t the ghosts either.”
Aurora looked away to the window, where the morning mist shrouded the castle gardens. “Oh, really? It’s the sweets, then?”
“Good guess, but no.” [Name] laughed softly. “It’s the memories.”
The princess frowned. “Memories?”
“Yes.” [Name] set down her cup, leaning slightly over the table. “You know your father and I met and fell in love during our time at Night Raven College, right?”
Aurora grumbled, rolling her eyes. “Ugh, of course I did. You guys never let me forget that.”
[Name] laughed again, shaking her head. “Well, a lot of things happened during Halloweens there. Fantastic and incredible things–”
“Of course it did, mom,” Aurora interrupted, crossing her arms. “You’re not from here. It’s natural to marvel at anything magical in the first times.”
[Name] held up a finger. “You didn’t let me finish, young lady.”
Aurora arched an eyebrow, interested despite herself.
“Not-so-amazing things happened too,” [Name] continued, her voice softening. “But even the scary, confusing, or sad parts became fond memories later. They taught me so much… about this world, about friendship, and…” her smile widened a bit, “About your dad.”
Aurora was going to roll her eyes again, but honestly… she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her curious. And [Name] notice.
“Come with me, dear.”
“Where?”
“I want to show you something.”
Aurora walked with her arms crossed, still curious, though she did her best to appear disinterested. [Name], on the other hand, seemed cheerful.
As soon as they entered the room, [Name] went straight to the dark wooden cabinet beside the bed. There was a light layer of dust on the top shelf, and she had to stand on tiptoe to reach a rectangular box encased in a gentle preservation charm.
“Here it is…” she murmured, Aurora watched curiously.
“Is this… a book?”
“Almost.” [Name] sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress, motioning her daughter closer. “Come, sit with me.” Aurora obeyed, her brow still furrowed. As soon as her mother opened the object, she realized it wasn’t an book, but an album-shaped box.
Inside, several photos. Polaroids, were carefully stored. [Name] smiled fondly as she ran her fingers along the edges of the photographs.
“These are many,” she began. “But these ones are from high school.”
Aurora leaned closer, her eyes scanning the small images. In some, she recognized familiar faces. Lilia, smiling exaggeratedly; Silver, sleepy; Sebek, with an expression so serious it was almost comical; and even Rosehearts, the pediatrician who had examined her as a child two times at least.
“Of course, we took them all on our cell phones, but Lilia wanted to print them on polaroid.”
“Mmm,” Aurora commented, crossing her legs on the bed. “It’s just like Grandpa Lilia, really.”
[Name] laughed in agreement and flipped through a few photos until she settled on one in particular. “And these…” she murmured, her smile growing warmer, “are from my first Halloween at school.”
Aurora leaned closer, leaning in for a better look. They were photos of a group of costumed students, laughing, posing in front of the decorated gates of Night Raven College.
But one photo in particular caught her eye. In it, [Name] and Malleus stood side by side. Her mother smiled broadly, wearing an elegant costume — a witch, adorned with glittering details. As for the father… Aurora blinked. Twice.
“What… what is that dad is wearing?” she asked, her expression split between disbelief and sheer astonishment.
[Name] needed a moment to catch her breath from the laugh that escaped. “It’s the traditional Diasomnia costume. I told you about it before, remember?”
“Is that the traditional Diasomnia costume?” Aurora asked, still staring at the photo as if trying to understand how it existed.
“Every year,” [Name] explained trying — and failing — to hold back laughter, “the dorms compete to see who can come up with the scariest and other things to welcome guests. ‘Terror is trending’.”
“And dad thought it was scary?” Aurora asked.
[Name] gave an amused chuckle. “Well… I can’t remember if it was Diasomnia who chose the costumes or if they were traditional… either way, aren’t they charming?”
Aurora looked at the photo again. Malleus posing for the photo, with claws and teeth showing.
“Charming?” Aurora said. “Mom, is ridiculous.”
“Oh, don’t say that in front of your dad, he’ll be upset!” [Name] replied, laughing.
Aurora ended up laughing too, her first of the day. She quickly covered her mouth, trying to hide the sound, but the sparkle in [Name]’s eyes betrayed her joy.
“Oh? Was that a giggle I heard from my grumpy little one?” the queen teased, with that sweet tone.
“I’m not grumpy,” the girl replied, trying to sound firm, but the smile insisted on appearing.
“No?” [Name] arched an eyebrow, her playful smile widening. “So what was that ‘I hate Halloween’ thing from earlier?”
Aurora sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I overreacted a bit.”
She picked up another photo from the album, looking more closely at a picture of Malleus, Lilia, and a few other Diasomnia students posing together in front of a huge pumpkin. “Just a bit.”
“Darling?” That voice called from the other side of the door.
[Name] rose slightly, still clutching the album. “Ah, I’m here, Malleus.”
The door opened, and the king of Briar Valley entered. Behind him, Magnus and Kyrval tried to peer over their father’s legs, with the energy of two kittens, which they honestly looked more like than dragons.
“Mom!” Magnus exclaimed, already approaching. “What is it?”
“Old photos, from when your father and I were in school,” [Name] replied, carefully opening the album.
“Let me see! I want to see!” Kyrval practically jumped on the bed, almost knocking Aurora over, who quickly slid aside so he wouldn’t hurt himself.
Malleus leaned over, examining the photos. A smile escaped. “Ah… the time at Night Raven College…”
“Show me! Show me! Show me!” Magnus squeezed into his mother’s arms, his eyes widening as he saw the photo of his father striking that exaggeratedly creepy pose, fangs exposed.
“What’s dad wearing? He looks funny!” He exclaimed, leaning over the photo.
Malleus lifted his chin proudly. “They’re costumes inspired by the lóng, dragon-like creatures from the Far East. And I must say: I was the one who chose the costumes that year.”
Aurora stared at him, her eyes somewhere between incredulous and amused. “You did?”
“Naturally.” Malleus nodded. “I wanted our performance to reflect the grandeur of the dormitory.”
Aurora blinked once. Then again. Then she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing. Kyrval and Magnus immediately joined in, laughing alongside their sister.
Malleus, indignant, gave the little pout [Name] knew so well, crossing his arms and staring at his children with an expression of disapproval.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his low, serious voice contrasting with the small, childish gesture.
Aurora, between giggles, managed to reply, “Did you think this was going to be ‘imposing’?”
Malleus huffs slightly, but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hmph. You don’t understand the true concept of imposing.”
“That’s because dad’s already a dragon!” Magnus said, pointing at him. “It would be much scarier if you transformed and went raaaaaaw!” Magnus’s improvised roar was so exaggerated and loud that everyone burst out laughing again.
“I spent almost a whole day trying to squeeze these children out of my body and they’re all little dragon hatchlings? Unfair, I say!” [Name] exclaimed.
“You always pull that card, mom,” Aurora grumbled, lying in her side.
“Oh. And you’re the one who started this whole thing, young lady, with your morning grumpiness!” [Name] replied in amusement. “So? Do you still think Halloween is just annoying?”
Aurora thought for a moment. “Okay… I guess it could be cool. But I never did anything like you and dad did at school.”
“I’m sure one day you’ll have experiences as incredible as, if not more so than, your mother’s and mine, Aurora,” Malleus said, looking at his daughter tenderly. Then a spark of insight flashed through his eyes. “Actually… we can make a little Halloween plan ourselves. I’ve always wanted to see the Boreas of the neighboring kingdom. They say they’re even more beautiful on Halloween.”
Magnus and Kyrval’s eyes lit up instantly. “Can we go, dad?! Can we, can we?!” they nearly screamed together, jumping on the bed.
“Well…” Malleus looked up, now with a glint of playful mischief. “Only if your sister agrees to come along.”
Aurora crossed her arms, trying to look firm, but the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth betrayed. “Mm. If this is a formal invitation… it would be rude to refuse. Wouldn’t it, dad?”
“Oho,” Malleus smirk, making a small gesture with his hand. “Then it’s decided.”
[Name] smiled happily. “Looks like Halloween will be even more memorable this year.”
Summary: Born into a noble family, they figured the only way to success was to enroll their eldest daughter into a marriage. But not just any marriage; a marriage to a fellow noble. No. They put her in the hands of the royal family – more specifically in the hands of the crown prince. She hated it but he wanted it to work. Maybe it could go from nothing to something. Fandom: Twisted Wonderland. Character(s): Malleus Draconia. A/N: This was the easiest request to write, so since I’m leaning back into posting more, I started with this one! Btw, this is little prequel-drabble with headcanons afterwards! Hope you like how it turned out, Anon (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
According to legend, there shall be a woman of high power pushed into the arms of a man of greatness. One haunted by his past and the future simultaneously – and wanting to run from it as far and fast as possible.
She would bear his hands with no emotion, an empty void waiting to suck whatever came close inside to never emerge again.
Yet he would bear hers with tenderness, with hope that this arrangement could become something new. That haply, just haply, love could emerge from the pit.
He smiled as he spoke his vows. Yet she didst not. The veil didst enough to tuck away her frown. Her agony. Her silent pleas for freedom.
“I now pronounce thou, husband and wife.” The minister quoth. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Would you be able to write a one shot of a malleus x fem reader where the reader has the personality of Helena from House of Dragon. And the one shot could be about them going on a date and sharing their interest with one another malleus with gargoyles and reader with her bugs, please and thank you 💚 I love your writing by the way 
【Synopsis: In which you and your boyfriend bond over your respective special interests】
【Featuring: Malleus Draconia】
【Tags: fem reader, established relationship, TW bugs, autistic coded reader and Malleus (it’s jus my own personal headcanons for the characters), reader is inspired by Helaena Targaryen (my love), TW for bugs I guess, let me know if I missed anything】
【Word count: 760】
【a/n: AHHHH THANK YOU ANON!!! I live hotd so much and Helaena is on of my faves (she’s my sweet angel fr) so this was so much fun to write! I think Malleus x Helaena might my new favorite crackship lol — he would definitely treat her right! Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy!!! :3】
I have spent a good many years since―too many, I think―being ashamed about what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all.
Hello! I have a twisted wonderland request! Overblot boys and reader where reader rants about wanting to “smash Crowleys stupid face into a brick wall” after he passed on another task with subpar pay again.
sorry for responding so late ! But OF COURSE!! First request yay!!
- Fair Warning - ,, I am still trying to improve my writing, please do not expect much ,, especially as I struggle quite a bit with formatting! (also I don’t accept criticism of my work unless its someone I trust,, ! So please be mindful of that ,, !)
- GN reader (love GN readers!) ,, - ,, Second person (gulps)
- Word Count - 1.3k (1,318)
- Summary - You go home on a rainy day to rant to the overblot boys after Crowley tells you to help clean up the cafeteria tomorrow first thing in the morning (and paying you almost nothing for it) !
Anger. That’s what this feeling was. Pure unadulterated anger. Your fists were clenched near your sides as you dragged your feet through mud and grass. Your boots were now dirtied with brown sludge, which only seemed to worsen with each step you took towards Ramshackle. Drops of cold water splashed atop your head and slid down from your face to your uniform.
’Great, just great! The one day I didn’t bring an umbrella and it started pouring like a waterfall! What’s that one waterfall called.. The great nile? No, that’s a river.. Niagara falls! Yeah. That’s the waterfall….’
“Fuck.” You grumbled to yourself, your lips were turned down into a frown that if it could- would curdle even the freshest of milk. You looked down at the ground, the squishing of the mud under your boots felt strange, like a constant battle between dirt and leather. Your arms wrapped around your body, it didn’t do much, but at least it provided a small bit of warmth from the freezing drops of water pouring down. It was almost comforting..
Almost.
If it weren’t for the anger simmering deep in your soul thanks to Crowley’s constant requests, the dirtiness of your boots, the cold wet drops of water pouring down from the sky like an avalanche, and the thoughts of your life back home then maybe such an action would provide some relief. But for now, all it did was provide some much needed warmth on this cold soggy afternoon.
Your eyes locked onto the stones that led to Ramshackle’s door. Your pace quickened, ‘Not quite home. But it’ll do. I just want to flop onto the damn couch and pass out!’ You whined internally. Once at the porch your hands shakily fumbled over the doorknob, allowing the door to creak open just enough for you to nudge the rest open with your shoulder. The wood underneath you creaked at the sudden weight, your hands made their way down to your boots. You untied the laces hastily, grabbing the top of the boots and throwing them outside. Your shoulder nudged the door once more, this time to close it. A loud thud jostled a sleeping Grim on the couch awake which earned you a sleepy and clearly bothered yowl. “Neyaahhh.. Henchman..! Im trynna sleep..!!”
“Sorry boss.” You apologized, your tone holding little remorse and more annoyance at the events from earlier today. You plopped yourself down on the couch near Grim. Shrugging off your coat and shoving it onto the arm of the couch. Your hand ran through your hair, fingers gently scratched at your scalp, an attempt to soothe yourself and to prevent a potential headache.
You looked down at your pants. Your phone peeked out of the front pocket, a small buzz emitting suddenly. Grim subtly shifted closer to you, “You’re wet and smelly!” he murmured as his head grazed your left hand, nuzzling it ever so slightly. You let out a huff in acknowledgment, one that sounded almost like a chuckle. “I know… That’s what rain does.” You commented dryly- even when you were anything but dry. Your fingers scrolled through your phone, checking what app had given your phone that buzz.
You tapped the notification, being taken to the groupchat you made almost 10 months ago. ‘Freakazoids’ you named it, and no one bothered changing it. The chat included Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and Malleus. They were your friends, besides.. Many other people. But for some reason they were always closer to you. It could be due to the overblots. Seeing them in such a state and then trying to help them in their aftermath, and them helping with the next overblot that occurred, maybe that’s what got you guys so close together.
The person who sent the text was Vil. “What did Crowley need you for that was so important?” Your eyes narrowed at the message, this wasn’t something that could be contained in text. No. You were both pissed and amused and relieved. Finally you could talk to them, and just.. Rant. Your thumb hovered over the call button for a good minute
‘Should I call them?’
‘What if they’re busy?’
‘Would that be annoying?’
‘Oh what am I thinking- of course not- they care. Plus they’re my friends. They know being friends with me includes dealing with my shit!’ And that thought sealed the deal. You pressed the button. It rung for a good 2 seconds before Idia joined, then Vil, then Riddle, so on and so forth.
“Ah. Y/N?” Vil’s voice muttered, seeming a bit confused at the sudden call but not questioning it too much. “GOSH thank goodness you all answered!” You laughed a bit. All the tension you felt, the anger, annoyance, was slowly replaced with gratitude and some relief. They could practically hear your grin through the phone. Malleus’s smooth voice soon interrupted “Child of man, what occurred?”
“CROWLEY OCCURED! That’s what!” You sighed dramatically, raising an arm to your forehead as if they could see. “He wants me to clean up the cafeteria first thing in the morning tomorrow! Can you believe it!? Knowing damn well it was a mess today because of that stupid fight that happened!” As you finished that small sentence a low chuckle was heard, definitely Leona’s. “Alright Herbivore, how long have you been the maid for the school now? 10 months? Is the pay at least good?” He teased. “Oh come now Leona we all know Crowley probably pays her little to nothing” said Vil with a softer less teasing tone.
The mention of payment was what got you riled up. You jumped off your couch. “He pays almost NOTHING! It’s so shit! It’s probably less than minimum wage!” You whined loudly, but is it really whining if it’s true? “Gosh I just wanna smash his stupid face into the nearest brick wall! I can’t believe it- OH AND ALSO-” You took a deep breath in interrupting yourself. A small muffled chuckle was heard from Idia, and a softer sigh from Riddle. “When I went to his office it started raining right!? And I didn’t have my umbrella- and this guy just lets me walk out without one! What headmage does that! Come on! So I got all wet and soggy and my hair is a mess! Those new boots I got- they got all dirty too! UGH!” The rant earned amused hums from a few, and some concerned chuckles.
Jamil’s voice was.. Soothing as it cut through the phone “I’ll remind you to get an umbrella next time.” “Actually, I could get you a new umbrella if you need it. At least- if the reason you didn’t have one on you today is because your other one doesn’t work anymore.” Azul added. You sighed plopping back down onto the couch, your shoulders slumped, less tense now. “Nah it’s fine, I just forgot it.” You replied with a small chuckle. Idia didn’t talk much… he hadn’t expected to call anyone that day, but his presence in the call was enough, at least for you. Riddle let out a small sigh “Well, at least next time you will bring one. But do make sure to drink or eat something warm. The cold and the rain could get you quite sick. And that would be… well.. An issue.” he stated, you could practically feel his concern through the screen. This was nice. Just.. talking. The tension from earlier soothed into a calm you hadn’t expected for such a day.
This wasn’t your home, far from it really. This wasn’t the living room you knew. The outdoors you once explored or the school you attended, but it was something. And with these people you call your friends, they made it a little less miserable. This wasn’t home, but it worked for now. And maybe that was enough.
Malleus had never really imagined himself as the submissive type—he’d only played with the mental image of sex at all on cold, lonely nights in his youth; When practically every other school of thought had been entirely exhausted. Even then, the visual seemed.. Elementary. The wind howling past stained glass windows was the only thing that offered the verily blooming pervert reprieve from prying eyes or pointed ears. He was an amateur, really—nowadays he’s privy to the never-touched tops of mountains for brooding, and if you must know, a “good wank”.
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