malswifey
Recent bookmarks
-
Dream in My Cradle of Lies and Thorns by BakersDailyChoice
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
31 Jan 2026
Tags
Summary
A hand covers their vision, and Yuu is careful not to jump.
“Am I still not allowed to see you?” They ask instead.
Tsunotatou hums. “It’s not that you aren’t allowed, it’s that I fear I may scare you. I scared you last time. Before we saw each other again in the library, at least.”
“Before the library?” Yuu asks. “I’m afraid I never met you in my entire life.”
“We met,” Tsunotatou begins to step in place, and Yuu carefully follows his lead as they dance across the floor once more. “Once.”
“In what?” Yuu scoffs playfully. “A dream?”
Tsunotatou laughs. “Yes, perhaps in a dream dreamt a long time ago.”
“...I hope I don’t offend you, my dear host, but you do say the strangest things.”
= = = = = = = = = =
Yuu is a travelling peasant with no goal in life. They travel from village to village, working low-paying temp jobs and never staying more than a few days.
However, after escaping a snowstorm, Yuu finds themselves taking shelter in an abandoned castle.
Expect the castle is not quite as abandoned as it seems.
And why does its host insist they know each other?
(Or: the one where the author realizes she has weird dreams.)
Bookmarked by malswifey
03 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
The Party heads to a Halloween bash, and Will wears the hottest costume Mike has ever seen while talking about some other guy.
What the hell is Mike going to do?
Or: Jealous Mike deals with a realization involving Will at a Halloween party.
Bookmarked by malswifey
03 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
He bared his teeth at the empty room.
Ivan. That bastard. That smug, cold-eyed, too-carefully-spoken brute of a man. Towering. Scarred. Built like every horror story Alfred’s nannies ever told him when he was a pup, meant to keep him inside the castle walls.
He hadn’t listened then either.
Alfred kicked the wall. “Fucking Alpha.”
He hated him.
He hated the way Ivan moved in silence like he owned the earth itself. Hated the war-torn skin stretched over those ridiculous muscles, each scar a reminder that Ivan survived, that he won. Hated the steadiness of his voice, the way it didn’t rise when Alfred screamed in his face. Like nothing Alfred did mattered. Like he could throw a tantrum and Ivan would just look at him with those dead eyes and wait it out.Bookmarked by malswifey
30 Nov 2025