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Sugar on My Tongue (Tiziano/Squalo x Reader) Ch. 1

🌠Commissioned by the lovely @globalrebrand🌠

"All of this attention, affection, all of this luxury- every ounce of it is rented. Never bought...and the glass castle the three of you have built will come crashing down in shards."

NSFW

[Warnings/tags: yandere, threesome, mentions of trafficking/abuse, afab reader, cum eating, PIV, cunnilingus, Ch 1 is really tame/vanilla]

Seagulls call out to one another as they soar over the open sea. The smell of baked bread and ocean air wafts over a gentle breeze. Children dart between their parents legs, waving candy at each other like toy swords or magic wands. It seems everyone in Naples is out to enjoy the beautiful Summer weather as the bustling crowds, laughing and chattering among themselves, make their way to the shoreline. For a moment you’re caught up in the whimsy of such a picture perfect scene. A firm hand at the small of your back reminds you that you aren’t here to gawk, but to follow.

“Watch your step, principessa*,” Squalo steadies your uneven balance as you struggle to take in as many of the sights and sounds as you possibly can while also navigating onto the ferry that will soon set sail. You thank him sheepishly and step onto the vessel, the gentle swaying of the ground beneath your feet unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You’re nearly pushed aside by other passengers as you hesitate to continue on. Squalo swiftly pulls you out of the way, but the reprimand you would normally expect to hear never comes.

Tiziano comes into view, a paragon of fashion in wide-legged black and white vertical striped trousers and matching vest. He’s no doubt reaming the guards they’ve hired for knocking his Versace spring collection of luggage against the side of the ferry. The speed at which he pulls his sunglasses up and rapidly fires off insults is really only reserved for property damage. Be it human or inanimate.

Once properly aboard, Squalo gestures to a shaded spot far across the lowest deck. When he sees Tiziano’s expression sour he reasons that there will be plenty of sun on the island and that no one would dare to bother them even if it is a fairly public spot. Tiziano flips his sunglasses back down and retorts that the redhead is looking paler than ever, so pale that it hurts his eyes to even look at him. Before Squalo can argue, the silver haired man is already directing your guards to haul all luggage to the uppermost deck.

“And if I find a single mark you’ll all be stranded on Capri, capisce**?”

As soon as you’re sat on the upper deck, you can’t help but feel that Tiziano is ultimately correct in his choice of seating for the journey. Though this deck has plenty of plush seating and a perfect view of the ocean, the few passengers that had settled up here were eager to change their minds as soon as your trio arrived up the steps. After that, not a single person attempted to even peek at the ferry's highest level. Though you couldn’t confirm it, you suspect that Squalo’s brief...conversation with a small, young crew member had something to do with it. If his widening eyes and curt nod was anything to go by, he seemed more than willing to accommodate any request. It was an effect that Tiziano and Squalo seemed to have on nearly every person they came into contact with. An effect that gave you serious unease about the nature of their work outside of your dwelling.

As you take a deep breath and push down your increasing anxiety, you’re left to soak up the sun’s warmth and gaze out at the open sea undisturbed. Squalo sits back and pulls out a book, though it appears to be in English. Tiziano flops rather gracelessly onto a long seat with lush red cushions and stretches out on his back like a contented cat.

The sight is beautiful. You had never really noticed the way that sunlight disperses across the waves like sprinkled glitter. The way salt air feels on your skin. How fast and endless the water seems. You watch a flock of seagulls fly towards the horizon and as their feathered bodies grow smaller and smaller you too begin to feel small. If you didn’t know any better, you could believe that your vessel sits floating at the very edge of the world.

“Darling,” It could have been an eternity that you stared out at the glimmering ocean as the ferry slowly trudged towards its destination. As you turn to answer Tiziano’s call, you have to blink away the sunlight that briefly stained your retinas. Tiziano sits up and moves to undo skillfully unbutton his vest and cast it aside. As he moves to undo the tied string around his trousers, he jerks his head towards a bottle of suntan lotion sitting atop his purse, “Help your lover, won’t you?”

Lover. It’s a new word the pair have been using not only for each other, but for you. It’s still foreign in your mind. Plaything, doll, pet. All of the names they’ve called you and then some feel more representative of the dynamic of your relationship. The powerful versus the powerless. In your mind “lover” should mean safety, mutual respect. Not...this.

You force a small smile and nod in agreement. As you take the bottle in your hands, Tiziano slides his bottoms the rest of the way down his legs. He ignores you when you lean forward to give him the suntan lotion, instead resuming his lounging position, “It’s simply too hot to do it myself, don’t you think?”

The lithe man doesn’t need to clarify himself further, but the thought of helping him achieve what he sees as his perfect skin tone is daunting. What if you don’t put enough on his stomach or thighs? Does he want it on the areas his skin pales from his undergarments, or would it ruin his aesthetic? The paralysis of indecision only drives your anxiety higher. Any second and surely he’ll tear the bottle from you, spitting that of course you’re too stupid to perform even the simplest of tasks. You brace yourself for it as his arm lifts- but he only removes his sunglasses.

“You can start on my chest, I know it’s enticing,” He winks, settling back into the cushions. You nod fiercely and pop the bottle’s lid open. The liquid inside comes out like viscous amber as you pour it on his chest and it carries a pleasant smell, “Don’t worry. You can never use too much for my liking.”

Spurred on by his encouragement, as abnormal as it continues to be to you, you empty what seems to be a sufficient amount to cover his torso from the bottle and set it aside. Now that you’re faced with rubbing it into his skin, you realize that you’ve never really had the opportunity to touch him so freely. Squalo commands skin to skin contact in an almost animalistic fashion. Tiziano likes to retain every semblance of control and tell you exactly where to touch him, and how. As your fingertips press against his pectoral muscles you wonder when he’ll decide you’re doing it wrong.

You carry forward despite your trepidation. The oil melts on his heated skin and from the friction of your fingers. You massage it in the best you can, rubbing him in wide circles and ensuring that the oil coats every centimeter. After a few moments, Tiziano takes your hand in his own. Instead of berating you, he looks up at you with a mischievous gaze and tells you to climb on top of him, “It’s a much less awkward angle, darling,”

When your legs spread to straddle Tiziano’s bare waist, you notice Squalo peer up at the pair of you over his book. Cheeks blazing, you follow Tiziano’s lead and resume massaging the suntan lotion over his chest and down the defined muscles of his abdomen. The silver haired man isn’t what one would call muscular, but he was lean and fit in a way that anyone could see he could more than carry his own weight. Tiziano lets out a soft groan as your thumbs work into the skin near his lower belly. And as your hands work their way up his sides something stirs against your bathing suit bottoms. You silently curse the man for convincing you to wear just a bathing suit and sundress on your little trip. Even Squalo had protested that it was far too revealing, but now you think it was part of a grander plan.

“Put more on my arms,” Tiziano lilts, bucking against you when you shift to pick up the bottle once again, “And touch me like you mean it. I won’t bite.”

You do as you’re told, squirting more oil along his biceps and up over his neck. His bare cock presses harder against your clothing as you resume spreading the oil along his arms. To your chagrin, all of his movement and quick moans when your fingers massage just the right spots begins to affect you as well. Your fingers glide oil up the sides of his neck and you feel his throat rumble with pleasure.

“[Y/n],” He says breathily, and the lack of a pet name stops you cold. But his expression is delighted, almost euphoric even. He reaches up and cups your face in his hands, jerking his hips once more just before pulling you down to him. All you can do is try and grasp his slick arms for purchase as your lips meet and he hungrily slips his tongue between them. He moans when his tongue finds yours, and you can’t help but let him devour you.

Suntan oil sticks to your sundress as your chests meet. Tiziano massages your tongue with his own just as you had his skin. Your own pitiful whines and whimpers are swallowed as he takes his time ravaging your mouth. At the same time, your bathing suit grows slick, sliding against your folds with every movement of his hips. Even the sound of the ferry’s engine and crashing of the waves along its bow doesn’t completely drown out the pair of you frotting against one another. Your own hips jerk as Tiziano hits your clit dead on with a particularly focused thrust.

“Fuck,” Tiziano groans and pulls away from your lips, throwing his head back and sliding his hands down to the bottom of your skirt. He tugs it up and jerks your bathing suit to the side, exposing your slippery cunt to the ocean air. When his warm length finally makes contact with your skin you cry out and can only press your face against his neck. He ruts against you like this, gripping the flesh of your thighs hard enough to bruise, “Kiss me-”

Without a second thought you obey. You remember a time when Tiziano had to force you to open your mouth for him, and now you’re going in tongue first, dragging it along his own smooth muscle just because he told you to. But you can’t deny how good it feels. If Tiziano kissed you long enough, you’ve long feared that you might be able to orgasm from the feeling of it alone. He’s precise, skilled in a way no man should be and you find yourself falling into him like putty. When one of his hands cards through your hair and tugs, it nearly pushes you over the edge.

Squalo clears his throat, and it takes a particularly sharp tug to pull your lips away from the silver haired man’s. Even as you both turn to look at him, Tiziano doesn’t stop jerking himself along your folds for even a second.

“Oh, baby, someone’s jealous,” Tiziano teases, relishing in the moans he pulls from you as he continues grinding against your opening, “Aren’t you enjoying the show?”

Squalo considers his words for a moment before, setting down his book and leaning back, his own arousal clearly on display, “Well...seeing as I negotiated for this time off...don’t you think the two of you are acting like spoiled brats?”

While your heart begins to drop, Tiziano only lights up with glee.

“Oh, come now,” He pretends to whine, slowing his thrusts but never fully stopping, “I never get her to myself anymore. You’re always spoiling her rotten and-”

“And that’s because she’s been so well behaved,” Squalo interrupts, locking eyes with Tiziano in an intensity you’ve rarely seen directed the shorter man’s direction, “A well trained pet gets all the spoils from its master, does it not? You on the other hand...perhaps you should be occupying that filthy dog house we’ve let fall to ruin.”

For a moment, you worry the pair are truly fighting. Then Tiziano grins wildly and bucks his hips with such force that the sound it pulls out of you can only be described as pornographic. Squalo runs his tongue across his teeth, canines flashing. Push and pull.

“Fine,” Squalo kicks back and unzips his pants, wasting no time tugging out his own cock and coaxing it to stand at attention, “But our principessa better come first or else you’ll be cleaning her up while I’m so far inside that she feels it in her throat, right [Y/n]?”

Of course you can’t respond. Tiziano groans and whines that it’s unfair, that it’s utterly disgusting, but his actions speak louder than his words. He shifts to angle himself so that your entire dripping cunt is sliding up and down rhythmically along his member, nearly begging you to orgasm so that he can let go.

“Come on, baby,” Tiziano gropes at your trembling body as he continues his assault, though feeling your skin in his hands doesn’t seem to be helping his situation any, “Let go, I want to feel your creamy pussy all over me-”

Unfortunately, as close to the edge as you are, Tiziano’s dirty talk only sends him careening towards climax. He lets out a high pitched, breathy moan into your neck and shudders, his own fluid spurting out and coating your inner and outer labia. Just the feeling of him shaking against you, the fact that he couldn’t control himself around your body, it’s only by chance that he lost himself first.

Squalo doesn’t even wait for Tiziano to pull away before he’s up and positioning himself behind you. He leans low and grabs your bottom, spreading your cheeks and breathing hot against your ear, “Stay right there, sweetheart,” And you can’t help but whimper as he steps back to inspect the damage.

“Tiziano,” The redhead tuts, watching the other man’s semen drip down your thighs, “You’ve made such a mess of our darling.”

“But-”

“But nothing.” He strikes Tiziano’s inner thigh before untying your swimsuit bottoms at the sides and casting them onto the deck. You whimper as his hands slide up your sides, dragging the bottom of your sundress with it. For a brief moment you wonder if anyone can see, but that fear is overridden when a very reluctant Tiziano turns his body around and slides down so that his face is aligned with your cunt, tongue just able to reach your clit that sits hovering over his chin. Although he has a few more choice words for Squalo, his warm tongue begins to lap up his own fluid obediently. Before you can even react, Squalo is pushing himself inside of you with a groan.

Your hands fly to Tiziano’s thighs, gripping them for dear mercy as Squalo’s cock drags along your walls and the silver haired man’s wet mouth latches onto what skin it can. He kisses your pussy as if it’s just another mouth, sliding in front of Squalo’s squelching length to massage at your clit and inner labia. The mix of sensations almost brings you to tears, and you know you won’t last long.

“Please,” You moan, absentmindedly pushing back against the taller man’s onslaught into your cunt and nearly humping Tiziano’s lips. Squalo wraps his arms around your chest and cups your breasts beneath your dangling sundress, pinching at your nipples and chuckling at the pitiful whimpers it elicits from you.

“Does our Tiziano feel good? I’ll drop you to smother him if he doesn’t,” Squalo teases, snapping his hips into you and taking time to nip at your neck. You shake your head but he laments that he “can’t hear you”.

“Y-yes, it’s...amazing!” You cry out, pressing yourself so tight to Tiziano’s face that Squalo’s cock barely has room to barrel through. The silver haired man continues on sucking and lapping at your cunt despite it all, spreading his tongue wide and flat so that your most sensitive parts are stimulated all at once.

As if being struck by lightning, your own climax hits you without much warning. One moment you’re whining and babbling for something and the next your thighs are nearly locked around Tiziano’s ears as you orgasm, your own fluid squirting out to drench the man’s chin and nose and almost push Squalo’s cock right out of you. The latter holds tight and coaxes you through cumming, praising you for being such a good girl and showing Tiziano that you’re “not just a dumpster” anymore. Your ears ring and your body trembles to where you barely even register Squalo wringing out his own orgasm against your walls, adding to the mess that Tiziano tries his hardest to clean.

For a long while after all of you come down, you rest nearly naked next to a heaving Tiziano and briefly fall asleep. To your surprise, the man pulls you to his chest and absentmindedly pets through your hair. He tuts at the disheveled state the two of you share while Squalo looks as if nothing at all has happened. Embraced by Tiziano and the warmth of the sun, you nearly fall asleep. Just as your lids start to close, Squalo reminds you both that Capri isn’t far off now. Reluctantly, you let him pull you up and wrap a towel around your waist, “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”

For once, you’re grateful to have someone holding onto you as you walk. Not only do your legs feel like rubber, but the towel around your lower half doesn’t seem to want to stay up on its own. Squalo calls out to a startled crew member at the bottom of the stairs. If he had heard anything, he certainly doesn’t make it known. However, when the crew member’s eyes scan down your body Squalo’s grip on your upper arm and waist tightens. You let out a small squeak of pain and the young man’s eyes flick back up immediately.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Squalo barks, eyes narrowed. This is the Squalo that you always have to remember is lurking beneath the surface, like a circling shark.

“Th-the womens’ restroom is right downstairs, just-”

“A private bathroom,” He reiterates, tone somehow sharpening even more. The young man swallows hard.

“Yes, of course! Please give me a moment to ensure it is...satisfactory,”

Squalo’s eyes narrow further, but he nods, “Make it quick.”

 When the crew member turns a corner and is out of sight, the tension in Squalo’s body releases and he flashes you a smile, “Poor thing, you must be so uncomfortable. I’ll have to talk to the captain about what an awful job his crew is doing.”

Just when you think Squalo is about to lose his temper, the crew member returns, “Right this way.”

He leads you down a narrow corridor and stops at a large, rusted metal door that explicitly states “CREW ONLY”. The young man bows his head in apology before speaking again.

“Everything should be to your liking, ma’am. However, I’m afraid there is only enough room for one,” You wince as your arm is gripped tight once again, The crew member seems to notice and quickly explains, “You see, th-these bathrooms are very similar to an airplane restroom. Only the crew typically uses them, so there is no need for the space to be accommodating for such highly esteemed guests as yourselves. I do sincerely apologize…”

You can tell it is eating him up inside, but Squalo lets you go and gestures towards the restroom. Before you open the door he reminds you that he’ll be waiting just outside. As the door closes and locks, you hear Squalo tell the crew member in no uncertain terms that he can leave.

The young man wasn’t kidding. The restroom really is a small metal box with a silver sink and toilet not dissimilar to the ones you’ve heard about prisoner’s using. Not only is it small, but it’s unbearably stuffy and the air is thick with moisture. Not wanting to make Squalo wait nor spend any more time in this claustrophobic nightmare, you quickly move to wet some toilet paper in order to clean off the remnants the pair had left on and in you.

Just as you turn on the faucet, your hand brushes against a folded piece of paper. It sits just behind the right faucet as if it were meant to be found. Words appear to be scrawled across it a way that seems as if whatever was written down was done so in a hurry. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you pick it up to read.

“There’s a party tonight for all of Don Diavolo’s guests to the Island. If you’re in danger, meet me in the back garden at midnight. We can help you.”

Adrenaline like you’ve never felt floods your limbs. The note falls from your fingers as they start to tremble, soaking in the water that pools at the bottom of the sink. For so long you’ve felt beyond help. Not even God himself has heard your pleas. And now you understand why.

*princess **got it?

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide more mature content!

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Waaait requests are still open right??

I'm pretty sure you've already talked about it but just in case you'd wanna expand on the subject, since it's bleeding out time for those of us who've aligned; nsfw period headcanons with whoever you'd wanna? I think it'd be very funny to not tell Crowley and just let him screech when he pulls down reader's underwear, headmage of a boys' school who's never touched a woman and talks to one maybe once every 5 five years at best, if he ever knew periods exist he's probably forgotten about it centuries ago

who am I to deny a little period headcanon post...

minors get blocked, 18+ only

✧˖°. period thoughts

warnings: gn afab!reader (you/yours pronouns), reader is not specified to be yuu, both fluff AND smut, established relationship, mentions of blood, fingering, cunnilingus, and penetrative sex

characters: all staff + fellow + dylla 💞 + lilia FOR YOU!!!

length: short headcanons!

✧˖°.Dire Crowley

the mental image of him screaming and passing out upon seeing a Blood is good, but he just awkwardly dances around the matter until he can make an escape- period? what period! he didn't notice anything, he just remembered he left the coffee machine on in the staff room! and Crewel had asked him for a... a thing... yes! those papers! so he'd better deliver those right away! and then do his school rounds one more time, can never be too safe at Night Raven! (if he ever gets over the awkwardness, he would like period sex; but let him figure that out on his own) Mr. Dire Crowley, however, is never one to turn away a chance to manipulate your emotions! he might coerce you into extra cuddles by bringing you cheap chocolate or wine or whatever it is he's got sitting around unopened- and he thinks he's quite brilliant for playing your period to his advantage, while you're thinking you're rather clever for luring him into giving you free food and attention (this is just what dating him is like, I'm afraid) he may also be persuaded to massage your sore spots, if only because the cool metal of his dull talons with the warmth of his hands is Peak Period Comfort

✧˖°.Mozus Trein

DOES NOT CARE!!! he's not some fickle teenage boy or a man with a fetish, he's just an adult who was married for several years and has daughters- periods are perfectly normal. granted, he hasn't had a partner to tend to in years, but he handles you with grace- that is, not pissing you off and you can expect him to stock up on pads in his apartment and on campus without being asked, and he's always got the finest dark chocolates, cheese boards, and rich wines to satisfy your cravings, no matter what they are sex neither picks up nor is avoided during your monthly; if it happens, it happens, and if it doesn't, it doesn't. your period doesn't bother him, but he'd still be willing to lend a hand if it would alleviate some of your pain- "Better than having to hear your whining", as he likes to say (LOVINGLY)

✧˖°.Divus Crewel

blood is hot and that's all there is to it, doesn't matter where it's coming from! okay now get on the floor, these sheets were six thousand thaumarks JOKING, Crewel isn't afraid of a little mess- nor is he of getting his hands dirty, which, trust me, he will. he'll be knuckle deep in the pussy, enjoying how much more sensitive and wet you are <3 orgasms help period cramps, he swears by it! he won't let you go to bed without a healthy dose of dick to help you sleep he insists on doing your nightly routine for you (as if his micromanaging problem couldn't get any WORSE) so you don't get too greasy or look too tired come morning, and as much as you'd like to complain, he does a really good job- you never look as vibrant as you do when he's had you in some fancy face mask and fed you egg white omelettes all week. can't have his favorite pet feeling unwell, after all <3

✧˖°.Sam

Sam is the sort of man to always carry pain meds on him in case your cramps start acting up. he'll happily stay up with you, deep into the night when you can't sleep, laughing with you and making tasty drinks to pass the time. he's no horny beast, but a true romantic when you're not feeling yourself. he's always on call for you, definitely reminds you how good you look even when you're bloated and exhausted and breaking out (speaking of which, there's always just something about you when you're hormonal and moody that just makes him melt. maybe it's how human it is, maybe it's because he likes being relied on, but he can hardly keep his hands to himself, expect a lot of sneak-attack kisses all over your neck and shoulders)

✧˖°.Ashton Vargas

as much as you don't want to (and for as many pillows you've thrown at him when he's tried to pull you outside), Vargas INSISTS that the only proper treatment for period pains is a good workout. the first time he saw you hunched over and whining about being hungry, he dragged you into the great outdoors for a four-hour hike... you can imagine how that went over since then, he's found a much more comfortable remedy for at-home period relief: annoying amounts of sex!!! it's a full-body workout, it stretches all the important muscles, and it affects the problem area directly- he'll put you in all kinds of weird positions to take the pressure off your uterus (and to tire you out so you don't start trying to bite his fingers off again)

✧˖°.Fellow Honest

Fellow had heard of periods, but they've never really impacted his life until he met you. at first, he didn't really get it: you're obviously very horny and bothered by it, but you don't want to fuck? is he getting that right? what is he supposed to do, magic it away? ...it took a few days of him getting kicked out of bed before he learned to watch it with the snide remarks. and then he understood that you felt bad. and not just ate-dumpster-food bad, but gross, unattractive, unfuckable. and though he thinks that's insane, because you're never too gross for him to fuck, he knew he had to be more delicate with you: praising you, complimenting you, telling you how sexy you look (and smell- period blood's got a little something to it that his sensitive nose picks up just right), and THEN he gets to fuck the pain out. imagine his delight upon realizing that you're more sensitive on your period! and afterwards, he lies over your stomach and works as a very satisfied heating pad. (also enjoys massaging your tummy- soft and warm and good)

✧˖°.Dylla Spade

my wife... I just KNOW she's got the full period package at home; the nice cotton pads, hot water bottles, snacks, enough pain medication to fill the Epcot Ball, and every season of her favorite reality TV show, taped and ready to rewatch while she fingers you on the couch. this is as luxurious as it gets on this list, she Gets It one must also imagine taking care of Dylla on HER period, too. she insists you don't have to do anything for her, she's fine "toughing it on her own" (it's what she's always done, after all), but I can't imagine she'd be anything but horny at the slightest provocations. one must imagine eating her out and making her cum three, four, five times, until she's gotten all of it out of her system, or outercourse, grinding on each other through your pajamas in bed...

✧˖°.Lilia Vanrouge

at this point, Lilia and period sex are basically synonymous with each other, he is in the blood like thoseferatu, he is eating period pussy like his life depends on it. also hot for him? outercourse! rubbing your hips or lower back through your pajamas to work out the soreness, his hand ~magically~ slips between your legs to work out the tension there, too. finds you completely irresistible, crawling all over you all week on the fluffy side, he'd... well, he'd still be crawling all over you all week, but like, cutely! hanging off your side and lovingly asking if you'd like him to make you a snack (SAY NO) or if you'd like more kissies (you don't get a choice with this one). takes you everywhere with him- you're his poor sick beloved angel OKAY!!! unfortunately the kind of guy to point at your uterus and say "stop hurting my partner!!! >:("

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Happy Valentines Day! with Crewel

Warnings: Reader is wearing a dress and heels, no pronouns used.

A/N: Fluff, fluff, fluff!

Divus didn't do platitudes. And he certainly didn't do cliches.

As a bachelor he was bold, daring and highly nuanced in his airs. Something like love wouldn't change that. He insisted it wouldn't. You two would remain in love but retain that flavor that made you individuals. You didn't have kowtow to tradition, and certainly not a contrived artificial event like valentines day.

Divus was inclined to ignore the day entirely. But then...the ballet in the capital of the Queendom of Roses was a reviving a performance you had mentioned to be your favorite. He simply had to surprise you with tickets and, then! Your favorite ballerina was coincidentally slated to open the season on Valentine's day, so naturally no other night would do.

And well, after the show you would likely both be hungry....and if you were already dressed up for the ballet why not find and equally sumptuous place to dine after? He happened to know an incredibly excellent restaurant, intimate and small, built in the conservatory of an old city manor that had since been converted into a private members club, of which of course your handsome new beau was a member. Only twelve seats in the entire restaurant and an absolutely earth shatteringly delicious prix fixe menu. Oh! And it just had the best Lambrusco, he'd been trying to source a bottle for you for months but the supplier kept a tight lock on the distribution. That settled that then. Obviously, no other restaurant would do.

Well dinner and a show, or rather a show and dinner was a bit traditional, but Divus knew you'd be delighted, regardless. You weren't as prideful and stringent about such matters even if you too had some quite opinionated stances on style and taste as well. And he's proved himself right when he made you privy to his plans and you'd replied with a giddy squeal over the phone. "I know just what to wear!" you'd said. And he was eager to see what you'd come up with. Then you'd followed with, "I didn't think you were the type to care about Valentine's Day?" and you were right. He wasn't, but while Divus wanted to assure you this was a one time thing that happened to be the result of many happy coincidences, he couldn't bring himself to correct you. "I thought you knew better than to judge a book by it's cover." He replied. You merely chuckled and reiterated you excitement.

With the plans made, the event lingered over you both, a distant date which only grew in anticipation with your shared enthusiasm as it grew nearer. Though he pried and probed casually about your outfit choice you kept your lips sealed. To the shock of no one, Divus also wasn't a fan of surprises but he found in this one instance it didn't bother him as much as it usually might. With you, he was learning a lot of about himself and what he did and didn't do.

Now that the long awaited evening in question was upon you, Divus waited for you on the steps of the theater. He was having trouble keeping his smile at bay and while the urge to light a cigarette came upon him he let it go, knowing you'd chide him for it. Well that and he didn't want anything to take away from the aroma of the flowers he'd procured for you. Red roses would entirely a bridge too far, he'd never recover from the shame of being so horribly ordinary, so he'd chosen a suitably stylish arrangement of blush, white and burgundy peonies, orchids, ranunculus, sweet peas and amaranthus, sweetly bundled with pink ribbon.

He was looking the wrong direction when you called his name. Glancing over his shoulder he almost dropped your bouquet at the sight.

A pale pink overcoat, draped open to expose your dress: a red silk slip evocative of vintage lingerie. It hit at your mid-thigh exposing pretty legs, drawing his eye down to your shoes, elegant pair of red kitten heels.

He was speechless. All he could do was draw you close with a arm around your waist. You invite him in your space and caress his jaw lightly with a gloved hand. "Well...? How do I look?" You attempt to pull away but Divus doesn't let you.

"You took my breath away" He admits, enchanted. The platitude spills from his lips before he can stop it.

"Are these for me?" You point to the flowers.

"Who else but you?" The grin on your features has a matching expression growing across his features. He hands you the bouquet and you cup a ranunculus and inhale. The cliche of flowers on valentines day isn't lost on him, but Divus is finding it very hard to care as he takes in your precious expression, wind bitten cheeks and sparkling eyes.

The sound of a bell chimes outside the theater. 15 minutes to show time.

You make idle chatter as Divus ushers you up the grand stone steps and through centuries old carved bronze doors.

"You know, I didn't think you'd care at all for valentines day." You tell him.

"And why's that?" He questions. A little test he's sure you'll pass. You know exactly why.

"Well I thought you would probably think its sappy and horrible cliche. Which it is! I agree, but well...I suppose I'm just pleased that you do. That is to say, you do care about valentines day." You punctuate your statement with a squeeze of his hand as if to say, 'this is nice.'

"I wouldn't if it wasn't for you." He confesses a few minutes later as he pulls your coat from your shoulders and throws his fur (an all black mink) overtop and hands it to the gentleman at the coat check. He likes the image of your things together. They just make sense.

"Well thank you. It couldn't have been easy fighting with your pride for my sake." You tease lightly.

Hardly, he scoffs. Then softer, he says "it was as easy as breathing."

You feel your cheeks warm.

"We should get to our seats." Divus adds, his tone its normal controlled baritone but when you peek at him, you can see the bright blush on his cheeks as he adjusts his tie, almost as if he too were taken aback by his candor just moments before.

In that moment you decide they were wrong. All of them about Divus. He was as caring, thoughtful and kind as the best of them.

And in that moment Divus decides he was very very wrong about platitudes, cliches and admittedly, wrong about Valentine's day. They all certainly have a time and a place when he's with you.

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twst overblot boys survey

Over the years, I’ve noticed trends in behaviors and attitudes between fans of particular Twst characters and I’ve wanted to know if there was any evidence to back up these observations. In other words… Are individuals with certain traits more likely to gravitate to one Twst character (in this case, one of the overblot boys) over the others? And maybe if this survey is successful, I’ll ask the same of the rest of the cast—

And so I thought to collect this data, analyze the results, and share the final report with the public. This will be done with the help of a friend (Mod Jeido from twstgameplay) that was also curious about the topic. The analysis itself will be conducted using JMP, a statistical software.

If you’re interested too, then please fill out the following form and/or share it on socials. (I don’t have a Reddit or Tiktok and I’m not active on Twitter so I’s appreciate it a lot!!) The more responses collected, the stronger the conclusions we can make!

The form will close on July 15th, so please get your responses in before then!

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Is Your Girl Single?

✦characters: overblot boys

✦fem!reader

Riddle Rosehearts

The moment the words leave their mouth “Is she single?” Riddle’s entire posture goes rigid.

His teacup pauses mid air, between his fingers.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just ask if my girlfriend… is single?”

His voice is clipped, sharp, and cold as iced rosewater. He sets the teacup down with a quiet clink that somehow echoes ominously.

The poor soul stammers something about “just wondering” and “didn’t know,” but Riddle’s already standing.

“She's not available. And even if she were, she has standards. Ones you clearly don't meet.”He’ll give a thin, polite smile.

Later, he pulls you aside, still flushed with frustration but still some gentleness in his eyes.

“You’re mine… right?” he whispers with a hand in yours “I don’t like the thought of you’re not with me.”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone asks if you’re single?

Leona slowly, very slowly, looks up from where he was lounging, one brow raised. The smirk that curls across his lips is predatory.

“What’d you just say?”

He stands casually, almost lazily but there’s nothing relaxed about the way he rolls his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the poor idiot like a lion spotting its next meal.

“You’re asking if my herbivore is available? While I’m right here?”

He’ll laugh. Not kindly. And step just close enough to loom.

“She’s not. And unless you’ve got a death wish, I’d keep your mouth shut next time.”

Later, he yanks you down into his lap and keeps an arm around your waist for the rest of the event, chin resting possessively on your shoulder.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul’s reaction is the definition of menacing composure.

He doesn’t even blink at first just adjusts his glasses, gives a small, polite smile, and says:

“I beg your pardon?”

When the person repeats themselves, he chuckles softly, like someone just told him a particularly stupid joke.

“Interesting. Because unless there’s another girl who shares her name, face, and affection for me, I’m fairly certain she’s taken.”

Azul’s eyes glint with something far too dark for the bright lounge lighting. The tension in the room thickens.

“Perhaps next time, you’ll inquire more carefully. Or not at all.”

He kisses your hand later that evening, voice sweet and soft:

“Do you know how close I was to dragging them into a contract just to shut them up?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s expression goes completely blank the moment the question is asked. It’s a scary kind of calm. He blinks once. Twice.

“…What?”

They repeat it, a little more hesitantly this time.

He lets out a slow breath. Smiles. “She’s not single. She’s very much in a relationship. With me.”

Then he leans in, voice dropping:

“If you value your time here at NRC, I suggest you redirect that interest… elsewhere.”

He acts totally unbothered afterward, but you catch him side-eyeing every guy who walks within three feet of you for the rest of the day.

“What? I'm just keeping an eye out.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil doesn't get angry. Not in public. But when someone asks if you're single?

He pauses mid-sentence, his head tilting just slightly as he regards them with a dazzling smile so cold it could cut glass.

“How bold. You must be new here.”

He doesn’t even raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. His presence alone makes the person shrink.

“She is not single. She's taken. Proudly. By me.”

He'll lean back in his seat, legs crossed, and flick an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve.

That night, he touches your cheek gently and murmurs:

“You're far too radiant for them not to notice. But don't worry, love they can look. They just can't have.”

Idia Shroud

The second someone asks if you're single, Idia nearly chokes on his drink.

“WHAT?!”

He turns beet red. His hair flickers with hot-pink panic.

“Y-you mean, like, single-single? Or like—is this a prank? Did Ortho set this up?!”

Once he realizes it’s a genuine question, something in him snaps but in his own Idia way.

“No. No she’s not single. Are you blind? I’m literally standing right here.”

Then quieter, more to himself: “NPCs like this always try to romance-lock the wrong route…”

Later, when you find him sulking in his room, he clutches your hand and says:

“You’re mine, right? Like, final boss level committed? I… I just need to hear it.”

You kiss his forehead. “Always.”

Malleus Draconia

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no…

The moment someone asks if you’re single, Malleus goes absolutely still. It’s the kind of stillness that makes the air feel heavier.

“What… did you just ask me?”

His voice is calm, but the magic in the room shifts. Dark. Primal.

He steps forward, eyes glowing ever so slightly.

“She is my girlfriend. My beloved. My chosen. There is no version of reality where she is single and I’m not with her”

The person stammers an apology. Malleus tilts his head.

“I would advise you to remember that. Unless you wish to find yourself… forgotten.”

He says it with a gentle smile that somehow feels like a curse.

Later, he presses your hand to his chest and whispers:

“They must not know what it means to belong to someone. When your heart only beats for them.”

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I saw this scenario a long time ago with a haikyuu fanfic and I thought it would be fun writing it but with the Twst boys reaction

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Not beating the beautiful prince allegations 😭

SILLLLVVVERRRRR WBSJSJJDJDDNE

HE HAS A PONYTAIL WHSKSKDKDKD AHHHHH

LOOOKKK ATTT HIIIMMMM AHSJSKDKDKWHHSS

That FORM HE HAS TOOO?!?!?

THE WAY HIS HAIR IS STYLED AJSKSKSJDJDND

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A Potent Brew - Crewel x Teacher!Reader

A/N: In honor of Crewel EN release!

Warnings: Not sfw, aphrodisiacs, potions, mild dub-con, fluff, humor, not beta read!

Crewel knows he's a horrible influence but he simply doesn't care.

After you started dating, you insisted on keeping things hush hush. To him that meant carrying on as normal, talking in the halls, sitting together for lunch when your schedules lined up, to you it meant completely icing him out during the work day.

It took you weeks to agree to say hello to him when your when your paths crossed in the hallway and several more to convince you that having an occasional lunch together wouldn't automatically signal to the students and other faculty that the two of you are fucking. He'd hoped that dating meant that the two of your could sneak around campus. He could show you some of the spots he'd proven to be beyond the surveillance of faculty during his time as a student, but he should have known you were too demure to let him press you against an apple tree in the campus woods.

But then one day the universe granted him a gift. One of the students was smuggling a love potion on campus, a Pomefiore student managed to make a horribly potent and entirely unstable concoction. You weren't the potions intended target, but that didn't stop the highly volatile cocktail from exploding on you once you'd confiscated it.

Now at least the pups were smart enough to call him. Crewel was quick escort you away. Not the lab to make the antidote, that would take too much time. Or rather, thats what he tells you when you ask him why he's taking you down a secret corridor. He has to make you cum to lessen the potions effects, he insists.

"Just hurry up and eat me out," you scold once you and Divus enter an isolated office— one of many in a hall dedicated to hosting visiting Professors and researchers in the Summer months. You don't stray far from him, you’re directly in front of him when he turns around after locking the door, your skirt hiked around your hips and a pout on your lips. Only a potion could convince you to be so shameless, but it was rather typical of you to be demanding when you need his help. Thank seven it wasn't too difficult to get you to comply as the potions more potent effects started to kick in.

Now he has you on the desk, your panties stuffed deep in his pocket with two of his fingers wedged snugly in your cunt. He loves the way you tug on his vest to steady yourself. Your lips meeting his with matched intensity. You'd been so unwilling to take a risk like this and Crewel wasn't about to let you regret it. You were still tense, the amateur potion hadn't made you completely pliant. You were poised to to bolt like a rabbit at the first sign of trouble but the way he had you steadily inching towards your climax had you settling down bit by bit.

He was ravenous to do this with you. It made him feel 17 all over again. Sneaking off during the school day for some frisky activity with an off campus guest. Those were simpler times, as he reminisces, Divus allows himself a moment to be delighted by this turn of events. Once you were in your right mind you'd probably scold him and claim he "took advantage" of you. And so what if he did?

You're his now and its obvious you're relishing in every single caress and tender kiss. In a short amount of time he's learned your body like the back of his hand and he's always ready and willing to put that knowledge to the test. Divus breaks your passionate onslaught of kisses to unbutton your blouse, pushing the left cup of your bra down to take a nipple between his teeth— teasing you with his teeth and tongue in the way he knows you love. A piercing moan erupts from your throat, causing Crewel to quickly straighten and cover your mouth with his broad palm.

"Careful darling, no one comes down this hall but let's not encourage them to investigate, hmm?"

You don't even nod in reply, to which Crewel scoffs. All you do is cant your hips to match the thrust of his lithe fingers filling your pussy. "Shameless pet," he chides.

As mere minutes pass, you continue to moan into the meat of his palm, now entirely too far gone to care. The dusty wood of the desk feels chalky against your palms, if you were in your right mind you'd worry about dirtying your nails as they dig into the grainy surface, but right now it took all of your efforts just to hold yourself up right as Divus plundered your cunt and teased your breasts. Your eyes lazily rove from his stern brows to his pink full lips as he suckles at you. You bring a hand the run through the soft hair on his nape and hold him closer to you. Oh this was a horrible idea, letting him do this to you, but right now you couldn't quite remember why...

Crewel had to play this carefully. He peered up at your hazy blissful expression with barely contained glee. Divus wasn't completely lying when he said he needed to make you come to get the potions effects to subside. One orgasm would leave you still a little hot under the collar but lucid enough to deal with your symptoms for the rest of the day. And once that happened you'd immediately come to your senses and demand the two of you stop, lest you get caught.

Ideally you wouldn't have your release until he managed to bully his thick cock into you, but Crewel always forgets how quickly you manage to come on his fingers. Just as he's relishing in the feeling of your delicate fingers in his hair as his tongue teases your stiff peak, your hand leaves his neck to coil around his wrist, holding it in place as you ride through your release which has collected in a wet spray on the table.

Divus clicks his tongue and shifts his eyes to your blissful expression. His hand still clamped over your lips. "Naughty pet, you weren't supposed to do that yet." He lazily pulls his soaked fingers out of you, letting your ride out your climax despite being incredibly disappointed by its abrupt arrival.

You collapse into his chest and after a few shuddering breaths against his his satiny dress shirt, you look up at your boyfriend’s petulant expression and hit him on the shoulder.

"Divus are you crazy?! What if we were caught?!" You try your best to gracefully maneuver around your release that's pooled on the table, but find no exit strategy. Seeing your distress your boyfriend lifts you from the desk top to your feet.

"You were loving every minute of it." He replies, a touch defensive. "Your lewd little moans confirmed as much."

"That's not the point. I'm sure we'd have a hard time of convincing Crowley to look the other way if a student caught us." You point out, shocked he doesn't seem to share your concern.

"No we wouldn't darling, it's Crowley. He'd be too annoyed at the prospect of running a job search committee to fire us." Divus counters.

"Well, I don't need rumors about us spreading amongst the faculty, or the students for that matter."

"Trust me they already are, if anything witnessing our little rendezvous would confirm their suspicions." Not a big deal in Crewel's mind any other staff members or students should know that you're his for that matter.

"And scar them for life." You say as your slip your heels back on and smooth the pleated fabric of your skirt.

"More like provide an important demonstration of female pleasure they might not otherwise receive," Divus rebuts with a smug grin.

"You're incorrigible." You speed past him in a huff, heading to the door, but you pause, sighing deeply and slowly turning to face your insufferable boyfriend.

"Don't tell me you're actually, mad?" He questions. You ignore him.

"Divus, my panties please." You hold a hand out expectantly. Your expression stony and serious.

"If you want those back you'll have to finish what we started." Divus teases.

"Divus!" Your tone causes him to straighten, just a little. It's become more than clear you're done with his games.

"Oh alright darling, I'd tell you not to get your panties in a twist but you can't can you?"

You don't look amused as he draws closer.

"I'll give them back if you answer my question honestly, did you like it?" He reaches for the buttons of your shirt and gently does each undone one. Despite your frustration the gesture is so tender, you feel your cheeks warming against your will.

Divus searches your eyes intently to look for any sign of deception as you think on your answer.

"If I've crossed a line, I'll never forgive myself." He says quieter, taking your hands in his and pressing an apologetic kiss against your knuckles.

"I loved it." You admit in a whisper, looking into his gossamer colored eyes. "That's why I came so quickly," you confess. He grins wildly at your admission. "However! I prefer not to put my job in jeopardy." You jab your finger into his chest, to emphasize your point.

"I would never put your job in jeopardy pet." He purrs, entirely satisfied knowing you enjoyed this impromptu rendezvous. "And now lunch isn't even over, and you're back to your usual well behaved self." He presses a hand to your forehead. "Well mostly."

"I suppose...." You look Divus up and down, briefly sparing a glance back to the locked door before returning your attention to him. You bite your lip quietly acknowledge that your boyfriend now looks disheveled in the most sexy way imaginable. "My symptoms aren't entirely gone. You fan your neck with your hand, to really sell the dark flush across your skin. And it seems you have a problem that you'll need help with." You nod toward his tenting slacks.

You saunter over to the desk, and bend over it, tossing a coy glance over your shoulder. An invitation and an agreement of complicity.

Divus advances on you and in two eager strides he’s pressing his hips against your ass and smiling into the crook of your neck. You feel yourself grinning in return at the intimacy of his gesture, and rock your hips back into his prominent bulge. For a moment you turn your gaze forward and— "gah!"

"What?!" Divus startles at your outburst, lifting his head to see what all the fuss is about.

"Mroooow." Lucius settles into a haughty seat on the ledge outside of the window. His steely green eyes trained on you and Crewel.

"Shit." Divus curses. "Well at least we know he accepts bribes."

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In honor of my my man coming home

(DILF and DILF in Spirit) Romance Headcanons

Eric Venue and Divus Crewel!

Warnings: Not Sfw, fluff

Some insight into how these two very sexy men view love and intimacy.

Eric Venue

Background/General

Has been out of the dating game since he had Vil. Sure Eric had the occasional and extremely discreet fling, but certainly not a serious partner. He's very much so of the mindset that he would only introduce a lover to Vil if he's sure they have a future together and definitely not until his son is completely independent

And of course Vil's approval is really make or break in the whole situation. Admittedly Eric is really apprehensive about introducing Vil to his partner because he's terrified that he'll come to like you and even love you and Vil won't approve and then it would have to be over. He takes his responsibilities as a parent very very seriously.

Eric wants a partner who is mature and patient, but also warm and lively. Someone who understands where he is in life and is maybe in a similar position, successful, ambitious etc, but has a good sense of balance between work and play.

Definitely doesn't have a fixation on dating younger people, maybe someone 30 at the youngest, since he's likely in his early to mid 40s.

And while he's totally comfortable with a partner who doesn't want kids, Eric wouldn't mind having another child or two and getting to do the family thing again. Vil grew up far too fast for his liking and he's just sure Vil would be a great older brother!

Eric is very future oriented. Casual relationships don't look good to the press so he avoids them, so if he's dating you its because he can imagine marriage and would like to take your relationship to the next level in due time.

Dates/Activities

Eric will suggest late night dinners at the most luxurious establishments, renting a museum for a few hours after close so you two can have the galleries to yourselves, VIP tickets to concerts, whatever indulgent experience you could want, but he would be just as happy with a casual lunch or walk in the park. It's just that because of his celebrity status those things aren't as easy as they seem.

Movie nights are a big deal in the Schoenheit household, and Eric takes them very seriously. He wouldn't be the level of star that he is without a deep and profound love of film. Don't fall asleep when he shows you one his favorites, but please cuddle up to him. It's been so long since he's experienced physical intimacy like this.

He's very demonstrative in public, nothing that could be considered remotely indecent but he will hold your hand, keep his arm around your waist, kiss your lips, cheeks, nose whatever he can reach. Eric is just so happy to have someone he's so excited about.

When he does decide to introduce you to the public as his partner it's likely when an engagement is already on the table. Paparazzi will have a field day with catching the two of you out getting ice cream and being sweetly sidled up next to each other. Or having a riveting conversation over a candlelit dinner. They'll aspire to catch you doing more provocative things as well, but Eric is incredibly mindful of his public reputation so any remotely lewd activity has to be done far from prying eyes.

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

Eric wants to be spoiled. He works tirelessly on producing new projects, acting and being an involved father, having a partner who is happy to be in control from time to time would make him so happy.

He's as generous in the bedroom as he is in daily life (distinctly not in his role as a producer) so he'll be happy to return whatever pleasure you bestow upon him. Eric also likes to be told what to do. He's too old to guess what you want, clear communication in the bedroom his endlessly sexy to him. You want him to massage you? Done. You want to sit on his face? Have a seat. You want to ride him? Make yourself at home. You want him to hit it from the back? Of course. He'll happily do it, you just needed to ask.

However he does love to be worshiped, by his partner. Kiss every inch of his skin, caress his muscles, tell him he's sexy, it drives him crazy. Of course he hears those things all the time from his fans and admirers, but Eric is reasonably humble and takes all of the fan appreciation with a grain of salt. Hearing that he's wonderful and sexy from someone who actually knows him is infinitely more gratifying.

Use him, seven please. Take whatever pleasure you want from him, it makes him so happy to know that he can please someone so throughly. Tell him how good he's making your feel, how much you love feeling him inside you. He wants you to ride him into the sunset really. He works so hard, he deserves to have someone else call the shots. But nothing too rough or intense, his face and body are important assets after all.

Eric loves to see his partner in lingerie being catered to by sexy person in pretty pastel lace is all he wants, so please make his dreams a reality. He's not too hard to please in this regard just make sure it comes from somewhere nice and please don't forget things like garter belts and stockings.

Divus Crewel

Background/General

Divus is stubborn and has problems relinquishing control in a relationship. In theory he wants his equal but he is apprehensive about dating a partner who doesn't depend on him because in that scenario he can't be fully confident that they would obey him completely. Of course he outgrows this need for strict control over his partner, but his initial impulse is to find someone obedient, but he gets frustrated because also finds an obedient partner super boring and gravitates to more established independent people.

Once Divus finds his match, someone, strong, self-reliant confident and unwilling to be dominated by him, but rather challenges him and helps him grow into a more flexible and tolerant individual he'll be absolutely smitten.

Divus needs to be impressed by his partner, not because they're perfect, but because he provides a lot of respect towards the people he admires. In past relationships he the only things be admired about his partner was their ability to listen to his instructions, but not their ability to think for themselves which ultimately made him not respect them.

But Crewel does best with a partner who doesn't directly challenge him, like he doesn't want someone confrontational or intense in the same way he is. Someone who can ask good reflective questions, provide wisdom and make him feel seen is the kind of partner who will have the greatest impact on him.

Dates/Activities

Let him take you shopping please. It will be an all day activity, while clothing, shoes and accessories are naturally his favorite things to shop for he's happy to tag along if you need furniture, appliances etc., really whatever you need Crewel is eager to look with you and make sure you only purchase the best of the best. Divus is indulgent but not frivolous.

Concerts, museums etc. Divus is connoisseur of manner of fine arts, but don't let his fastidious nature fool you. He's just as happy at a rock concert as he is a symphony concerto.

Whatever the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Formula One is, Divus is a huge fan, beautiful cars racing and maneuvering. You will definitely have to come with him to races on occasion. Don't worry you'll have the most luxurious seats he can buy, don't fret.

If you're a dog person/dog owner then there will be many dog adjacent dates, going to a dog friendly brewery? A day at the dog beach? A hike with the pups? The possibilities are endless.

When you two get serious weekend trips become one of Divus’ favorite things to do with you. Spending a brief stint in a new locale just enough time to explore but not enough to get bored is his ideal way to spend a weekend. If it’s a dog friendly trip, even better!

Sex/Intimacy (not sfw)

He's learning how to be more giving. He certainly doesn't hate reciprocating but he needs to fight himself on the idea that his lover needs to earn their pleasure vs. he should just give it to them freely.

And you do deserve it, he is just used to some intense power play dynamics where he's unilaterally on top and in control. And Crewel finds that the more he likes you, the less he wants to degrade you. Good puppies to deserve pets and treats, in moderation of course so they don't become too spoiled but he can't help but want to spoil you from time to time.

If you happen to be a generous giver it will in turn make Crewel more eager to give. He certainly enjoys to be spoiled and he does indeed believe that he's worthy of your worship. He should certainly incentivize you.

Through his partner he learns that he's ok with not always being in control, especially if you lavish him with praise. And it's important to make the distinction that the praise can't be basic or low effort. Really tell him what you admire about him and he'll be good at returning the favor.

He will like a little bit of bondage on your end, and he's not opposed to trying it but be forewarned he will be an absolute brat about it.

Divus gets very turned on my really nice lingerie, but absolutely turned off by cheap shit. Do not pull up in a tacky or overly vulgar set, he'd honestly tell you that you look like a hooker and that the attire was beneath you.

Shopping for lingerie is like foreplay to him, having you try on set after set, really gets him going. Fun tip, if you match your jewelry to your lingerie he'll go absolutely feral.

He's going to want to spank you from time to time. Not necessarily because you did anything wrong, though that does happen. Often it'll be a way of relieving stress if you'll allow him to.

He’s still a dom, but what he enjoys about domination shifts, he used to really like the control aspect but now he’s a big fan of the fact you trust him so much to let him have his way with your body.

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This is very correct ✅

Vil who loves to buy you expensive and quality lingère but he hates the idea of even messing it up in the slightest. Of course you wearing it will get him hot and bothered every single time.

His hands find your hips as he ever so gently strokes down the material and your skin. His kisses are loving and passionate. His hands are the same but they are careful not to wrinkle the fabric. As much as he loves the look of you in them, they will never stay on past making out. He would never risk ruining the pieces with sex.

His slender fingers slowly caress your body as he gently removes the lingère from your body. It is carefully folded, put back in an ornate box and placed in the drawer with all the others packaged the same delicate way.

Now he doesn’t have to worry about ruining delicate fabrics. He can fully focus on ruining delicate you.

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Vil who loves to buy you expensive and quality lingère but he hates the idea of even messing it up in the slightest. Of course you wearing it will get him hot and bothered every single time.

His hands find your hips as he ever so gently strokes down the material and your skin. His kisses are loving and passionate. His hands are the same but they are careful not to wrinkle the fabric. As much as he loves the look of you in them, they will never stay on past making out. He would never risk ruining the pieces with sex.

His slender fingers slowly caress your body as he gently removes the lingère from your body. It is carefully folded, put back in an ornate box and placed in the drawer with all the others packaged the same delicate way.

Now he doesn’t have to worry about ruining delicate fabrics. He can fully focus on ruining delicate you.

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The Marriage of Music and Alchemy: Chapter Five

Warnings: None!

A/N: Posting from AO3.

~The students find out the results of your night out with Professor Crewel.

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Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

When it came time for Crewel to choose a home on Sage’s Isle he opted for a luxury apartment complex close to the sea, with parking to store his two favorite cars: A crimson vintage convertible for warmer months and a burgundy luxury sedan for the cooler ones, also vintage of course. His apartment is on the upper floors, and while he could have spared the expense for a larger apartment, the “penthouse” of the relatively humble six-story building, Crewel was attempting to refrain from overly egregious displays of wealth at school. He had promised himself that we would live only on the salary he made from his new profession as a Professor, not the embarrassingly large trust that only grew every year he left the funds untouched. The salary of a Professor at Night Raven College was by no means small, on the contrary for those not raised around such abundance as Divus, the amount was substantial. However…his salary as creative director had one more zero after it. 

But it was all worth it. The peace. Divus was so burdened in his old life. He loved fashion undeniably, but the demands for constant excellence, which he typically exceeded. However the micromanaging of his mother took all the joy from the . Being a head designer under your creative director mother was both a blessing and curse. 

If Divus was ever unable to sleep, he’d crack a bedroom window and be lulled right to dreamland by the sound of crashing waves, but tonight it wasn’t so. 

Crewel couldn’t sleep and nothing was helping. 

He kept replying your conversation in the hours he should have been sleeping and what little sleep he got was anxious and restless. He wished his dear pets were in bed with him. Achilles loved to snuggle close in the night but Divus had long learned how to sleep around such clingy dog. Charis was more aloof and she generally preferred the floor at the foot of the bed, if only so she could get the satisfaction of sneaking around the bed to wake him with a cheeky lick on the nose.  

You were disappointed in him and for whatever reason the weight of your disappointment was, in a word…unbearable. Heavy and aching, the weight and the pain splitting him in two. Divus was torn between various parts of himself in a way he never expected to be. 

Mostly, he was angry at you. No. Furious.

You didn’t know him, where the hell did you get off talking to him like that!? Telling him he disappointed you. For all he cared you could keep your lousy disappointment. Many women would clamor over him as he is, beg him to put a ring on their finger and call him their man. He didn’t need to change for anyone, and certainly not for you. 

But then…if he was honest with himself. 

He couldn’t write you off so easily. Or at least he didn’t want to, he knew he’d regret it. Last night, you made him feel judged and cruel. And perhaps you weren’t wrong to do so. Divus thought that he should write the whole thing off between you and him as mere incompatibility and move on, but  the thought of you ignoring him in the hallways. Only having a professional relationship. It pained him. 

But more importantly, you weren’t incompatible. For Divus, speaking with you was as easy as breathing and had nearly become as essential. 

You always knew what to say to make him smile. Laugh even. By sevens he found you funny. A sharp wit to match his own and left his sides aching. But then again that very wit was what made you such a powerful adversary. The same way you could make him howl with laughter with your cutting observations, you could do to him and perhaps more keenly so since you saw him so clearly. 

He hadn’t been seen like that before, not by his parents, only maybe by his closest friends who had known him for years. It was surreal the way in mere months you were able to know him  in a way that felt concerningly intimate. As if in a past life the two of you had done this same song and dance, and nows your chance to do it all over again in this one. 

And Divus liked to think he knew you too. Perhaps that’s why he’s so distraught at 4 am on a school night. He knows your forgiveness won’t come easily. 

As much as he was loathe to admit, your mind was far more logical than his. Not one for flaring tempers. Your emotions were always in check, cool and levelheaded, you always seem so in control of yourself. Divus was envious of your stoic nature. Of course, he had calmed considerably since his youth but compared to you he felt positively unbridled, he was a virtual a powder keg of barely concealed emotion. It took all of his will power to not let his darker inclinations rule him as it did so many years ago. He’d learned so much since then. But you were right, he hadn’t atoned. 

Bah, it was too late for that now.

The only thing he had ever seen stir you into immediate action was witnessing the maltreatment of others. Never in a way that could be considered brash or implusive. No, you were too sly for that. You’d send a almost supersonic signal of disapproval, when you spotted bullying amongst the student population. A terse word or two and then you’d offer a prompt invitation to the headmages office for misconduct. Not so Crowley could lecture them, no the headmage was too rambling and scatted, in only minutes you could do what takes him half an hour, offering wrongerdoers a dressing down so minimal and cutting, the boys could do nothing but change their behavior. Lest they want be reminded of their inadequacies and suffer another encoutner with you. 

Sevens, Divus, was foolish to think you wouldn’t identify him for the bully he was….but certainly no longer is…mostly! 

Oh he wanted to die! 

No.

No, he didn’t, but it would be easier then bearing the friction between you.  

He was overflowing with a horrible concoction of emotions. He was embarrassed that he’d disappointed you. Ashamed of his past behavior and lack of self reflection. Angry that you could make him feel like the only man in the world and the worst all in the same day. Resentful that his past with Rogerson was now impacting his future with you. 

The way you had looked at him before Rogerson came into the bar. The lightness, the joy the flirtation. Divus wanted to drown himself in it. Become utterly intoxicated by your affection.  

How could he let you have such a hold over him?! He had been a bachelor this long with little issue. He only met you few months ago. How you’ve come to affect him so deeply he now lie awake at night….the only word that comes to mind is frightening. 

Divus has never felt this way before and its….alarming to say the least. 

Perhaps this ache was a sign he over invested. Maybe the pain would stop if he distanced himself from you. He sees it now, he simply over committed in his feelings for you. He should take a step back, before you can wound him any further.  

How did the night even end up like this! 

If he had known Rogerson was there he never would have stepped foot in that bar! Well that was a lie, he would have and expected Rogerson to leave promptly. But because  you were there the coward seemed to have a backbone… Oh. Oh.

The Prefect and their friends would have much to answer for come morning. 

____

Ace could hardly sleep a wink last night. He stay up tossing and turning begging the universe that he would walk into homeroom tomorrow to find Crewel a man changed. He steps light as air and smile on his face, doing little to hide his gidiness at having made moves in his relationship with you.

He got ready as usual. He even woke up Deuce to ensure they would both be early to home room, not that Deuce appreciated it. Only find the door locked and a few other more ambitious students lingering by the door. 

Ace turns to his classmates in disbelief, his voice a little too shrill. “Crewel isn’t here yet?!” 

They only respond with a chorus of nos and one annoyed ‘relax.’

“Ace chill obviously he’s not.” Deuce whispers, worried his friend is already spiraling at their teachers absence. “Maybe things went really well.” Deuce suggests. 

No, Deuce is right. I mean the chemistry was off the charts surely you and Crewel are both late because you got caught up doing… stuff.

“Yeah, of course. That only makes sense.” Ace agrees, but he couldn’t shake the impression that something was wrong. 

Crewel was never late. If anything he was horribly punctual. Normally Crewel would unlock the homeroom door right at 8 o’clock for the early risers who wanted to mill about in the classroom. Then go gods knows where for the next 30 minutes, before returning to the classroom for homeroom at 8:30 sharp to take call roll and do announcements, but if the door is locked it means Crewel hasn’t even come in to school yet. Ace is finding it hard to think positively about the situation. 

First bell rings. It’s 8:30,  and a growing buzz of increasingly concerned chatter rises in the now empty hall way. Other teachers have closed their classroom doors and gotten homeroom underway. 

Ace is pretty sure the astrology teacher across the hall is prepared to call the headmage, but a second later the tell tale sound of hard leather oxfords on stone floors echos through the hallway. 

“Good pups don’t bark so furiously first thing in the morning.” Crewel grouses, with a flourish of magic he unlocks the door. The weather has chilled considerably so his iconic fur has made its first appearance of the season, along side some darkly tinted sunglasses with an iconic golden logo on the hinge of the frames. 

“No one thought to do that?” Crewel scoffs as he pushes the door open, gesturing for the students to file in to the classroom. 

Ace and his peers take their seats, in no particular hurry, Crewel makes his way to the front of the class room and settles at his desk before flicks his sunglasses off of his eyes.

“We’ll pass the next 15 minutes in silence. I have grating headache.” He spins in his chair facing a dark corner of the room, adding, “my ears are as sharp as any well trained hound, don’t even think of causing any mischief.”

Oh. It couldn’t be more clear. Whatever happened last night, things went horribly. 

Ace frantically types out a text to the Prefect in the group chat of his co-conspirators. 

Ace: Status report. How are things in Professor Bellamy’s room? 

They only replied with a thumbs down emoji. Shit.

Prefect: It’s all songs in a minor key this morning, but in presto. 

Deuce: In human speak please.

Prefect: Deuce you’re in beginning orchestra, you should know this. 

Deuce: 😔

Prefect: Really, really, really fast tempo. 

“Fuuck.” Ace groans. Quickly silencing himself when Crewel’s chair spins around and his eyes throw daggers across the room. 

What happened? There was no way Crewel could have botched this! Everyone could feel the tension, the passion and most of all the chemistry, dare he say alchemy, between you two. Ace knows he’s doing a terrible job of hiding the anguish on his face, but Crewel was already in a worse mood than usual. His energy was like a looming dark cloud over the classroom. Ace is loathe to admit it but he really didn’t think his plan could go wrong. The goal was to make Crewel better, not worse!

Ace: We’ll need a new plan. 

Deuce throws an elbow into his side causing Ace to flare with annoyance, looking up from his phone and prepared to quietly curse out his friend, Ace is startled to see Crewel looming over him. 

“Tell the Prefect to meet me in my office during lunch.” Crewel all but hisses menacingly, before turning to leave. 

Then he pauses, turning his head over his shoulder and adding:

“You’re both invited, no, expected to join as well.”

Second bell rings and all of Ace’s hopes from this morning have shriveled up and died.

____

The prefect speed through the halls to trade notes with Ace and Deuce. Grim groggily resting upon their shoulder. 

While he was banned from your classroom, you agreed that if he just slept you had no objections and Grim was more than happy to get a few extra moments of shut eye before class.

Normally the dozing conditions in your room were ideal for him, lounging on a chair with the sun hitting him just right. The calming piano music drowning out the sound of student conversations, but not this morning. 

The song you played was sharp and violent. The keys being pressed for no more than a half second before descending down to the bassier notes of the piano. 

The prefect normally took their place beside you on the bench but by the time they arrived, the energy in that classroom was already so intense and brooding that they just decided to sit with Epel and Jack. 

Everyone was astounded by your change in mood, but the Prefect knew exactly what must have happened. You and Crewel quarreled.

They spot Ace and Deuce in their usual meeting spot in the second floor hallway.

“How  bad was it in Crewel’s?” They ask breathlessly. 

“Crewel wants to see all of us at lunch.” Deuce says grimly.  

“What! Why? Did he say?” The Prefects eyes go wide, flitting between each of the boys pleading for more information. 

“No but I assume its because you told an egregious lie.” Ace tries to shift the blame entirely on to the Prefect. 

“Which you made me tell! Ace I swear to god- or to the seven whoever! If you throw me under the bus I’ll spill everything!” They growl, already in a tizzy at the prospect of being on the receiving end of one of Crewel’s infamous meetings.  “Uh-uhn we’re all going down.” The Prefect asserts a finger pointed at Ace’s chest and hand on their hip.  

“We have to try and dodge him for as long as we can. Give him time to cool off. Did he seem pissed?”

Ace grins nervously.

“Oh, he was livid.”

___

It was a shame— but hardly surprising Divus was so hostile in his meeting with Crowley the other day, Mozus laments. As core to his academic values, fraternization amongst teachers should be strictly forbidden. School is a place of learning, and while in these halls all efforts of faculty should be dedicated to that cause. Not something so distracting as romance.

Besides Crewel’s fickle attentions would have only left you heartbroken. Trein had seem two much in three yes to believe otherwise, and quietly honestly Divus wasn’t that much changed from his younger years. A touch more refined buy undeniably and reasonably mature, but he still had a bit of a nasty temper. He couldn’t deny he felt protective of you in this slither of snakes who made up the rest of the faculty.

You appear around a corner, just as the thought pops into his mind. 

Good Morning Professor Trein,” you greet with a slight wave. “Lucius,” you add belatedly— and as a cat raised with manners, Lucius responses with a kind trill. You smile at them both with all of the normal loveliness Mozus has grown to associate with you, but he does notice your was smile perhaps a little muted when compared to its normal radiance. 

“Have a lovely day.” You offer before taking your leave. 

“You as well Professor Bellamy.” Is his gentle reply. 

Concerning, Trein thinks. Of course he didn’t expect you to be beaming with positivity at all times, but there was an aura around you that felt, more guarded perhaps. As a father of daughters Trein liked to think he was an expert at reading the mirco expression and mannerisms of young women such as yourself. 

Perhaps his concern was coming from a fathers intuition, but he sincerely hoped he was wrong, and that your were fairing well. 

He watches you as you head down the hall to the administrative offices, debating whether to call out and set a time for tea so he can provide a shoulder to lean on, when Crewel turns the opposite corner at the far end of the vestibule. Divus pauses momentarily at the sight of you, but you merely carry on and continue walking. Even from this distance he can see the clench of Crewel fist as continues speednign down the hall. As you pass each other neither of you spare a glance in the others direction. 

Deeply concerning.

Just yesterday he caught you two cavorting in a stairwell, chattering back and forth like a pair of lovestuck parakeets. He had never seen Divus ‘in action’ during his days as a student. Only young girls clambering beyond the gates at odd hours of the morning as Mozus arrived at school.

Yesterday's events were genuinely shocking. It was a surprise to see that Divus could be so talkative with his quarry. In days as student he was always quite eloquent, but concise and direct. Not one to mince words or engage and idle prattle, but with you it seemed he always has something to say, to share. 

But clearly that had changed. 

Oh dear seven! Divus must have made finally made his move and it went as disastrously as Mozus thought!

Before Trein could even consciously process his feet are moving to follow Divus into the teachers lounge. He needs answers.  

“Professor Crewel. A moment please.” Trein asks politely, closing the door behind him. Crewel only offers an insouciant shrug of his shoulder. The nerve of that boy!

“What is it Professor Trein?” He sighs exasperatedly.

“Divus what did I tell you about—!”

“Oh sevens, you saw that?” Crewel draws a tired hand down his face before turning to face his old teacher. 

“I already know your busy mind is drawing conclusions so I’ll save your the heart trouble. Nothings happened. With Professor Bellamy that is. It become quite clear we have differing values.” 

Good girl. Trein thinks, but the news delights him less than he expected. 

“You should be ecstatic. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

“Bellamy is smart turn tail and run from the likes of you.” Trein chastises. 

“You don’t think I know that?” Crewel raises his voice with a sneer before, calming. 

“My apologies for my temper Professor Trein. There’s nothing there, so there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

But something about the wounded look on Crewel’s face as he slumps over his his tea says none of what he just said was true. It makes Mozus’ old heartache, just a touch.

“Chin up. I’m sure you’ll find a suitable partner with fewer conflicts of interest.” 

Crewel nods absently. 

Something is off. This is not the behavior of the arrogant young man who made his like hell over a decade ago. That Crewel would be steadfast in his pursuit. Not giving up until his conquest was won. 

Then it dawns on him.

This wasn’t just another game of sport. This was the genuine article. Budding love. 

Then Mozus realizes, this heartbreak brings him no pleasure, only a bit of melancholy. 

While Trein wasn’t sure Divus actually deserved you, something about this entire situation sat poorly with him. 

Never has Divus shown so much vulnerability. If you could even call it that. 

“Well, since you’re here indulge me in a game of chess Divus.” 

“Sorry Professor Trein, I’m hardly in the mood.” Crewel declines, wistfully.

Oh dear. Things were worse than he thought. 

[lakeffect]

The Marriage of Music and Alchemy: Chapter Five

Warnings: None!

A/N: Posting from AO3.

~The students find out the results of your night out with Professor Crewel.

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When it came time for Crewel to choose a home on Sage’s Isle he opted for a luxury apartment complex close to the sea, with parking to store his two favorite cars: A crimson vintage convertible for warmer months and a burgundy luxury sedan for the cooler ones, also vintage of course. His apartment is on the upper floors, and while he could have spared the expense for a larger apartment, the “penthouse” of the relatively humble six-story building, Crewel was attempting to refrain from overly egregious displays of wealth at school. He had promised himself that we would live only on the salary he made from his new profession as a Professor, not the embarrassingly large trust that only grew every year he left the funds untouched. The salary of a Professor at Night Raven College was by no means small, on the contrary for those not raised around such abundance as Divus, the amount was substantial. However…his salary as creative director had one more zero after it. 

But it was all worth it. The peace. Divus was so burdened in his old life. He loved fashion undeniably, but the demands for constant excellence, which he typically exceeded. However the micromanaging of his mother took all the joy from the being a young hotshot head designer. Her supervision was both a blessing and curse. 

If Divus was ever unable to sleep, he’d crack a bedroom window and be lulled right to dreamland by the sound of crashing waves, but tonight it wasn’t so. 

Crewel couldn’t sleep and nothing was helping. 

He kept replying your conversation in the hours he should have been sleeping and what little sleep he got was anxious and restless. He wished his dear pets were in bed with him. Achilles loved to snuggle close in the night but Divus had long learned how to sleep around such clingy dog. Charis was more aloof and she generally preferred the floor at the foot of the bed, if only so she could get the satisfaction of sneaking around the bed to wake him with a cheeky lick on the nose.  

You were disappointed in him and for whatever reason the weight of your disappointment was, in a word…unbearable. Heavy and aching, the weight and the pain splitting him in two. Divus was torn between various parts of himself in a way he never expected to be. 

Mostly, he was angry at you. No. Furious.

You didn’t know him, where the hell did you get off talking to him like that!? Telling him he disappointed you. For all he cared you could keep your lousy disappointment. Many women would clamor over him as he is, beg him to put a ring on their finger and call him their man. He didn’t need to change for anyone, and certainly not for you. 

But then…if he was honest with himself. 

He couldn’t write you off so easily. Or at least he didn’t want to, he knew he’d regret it. Last night, you made him feel judged and cruel. And perhaps you weren’t wrong to do so. Divus thought that he should write the whole thing off between you and him as mere incompatibility and move on, but  the thought of you ignoring him in the hallways. Only having a professional relationship. It pained him. 

But more importantly, you weren’t incompatible. For Divus, speaking with you was as easy as breathing and had nearly become as essential. 

You always knew what to say to make him smile. Laugh even. By sevens he found you funny. A sharp wit to match his own and left his sides aching. But then again that very wit was what made you such a powerful adversary. The same way you could make him howl with laughter with your cutting observations, you could do to him and perhaps more keenly so since you saw him so clearly. 

He hadn’t been seen like that before, not by his parents, only maybe by his closest friends who had known him for years. It was surreal the way in mere months you were able to know him  in a way that felt concerningly intimate. As if in a past life the two of you had done this same song and dance, and nows your chance to do it all over again in this one. 

And Divus liked to think he knew you too. Perhaps that’s why he’s so distraught at 4 am on a school night. He knows your forgiveness won’t come easily. 

As much as he was loathe to admit, your mind was far more logical than his. Not one for flaring tempers. Your emotions were always in check, cool and levelheaded, you always seem so in control of yourself. Divus was envious of your stoic nature. Of course, he had calmed considerably since his youth but compared to you he felt positively unbridled, he was a virtual a powder keg of barely concealed emotion. It took all of his will power to not let his darker inclinations rule him as it did so many years ago. He’d learned so much since then. But you were right, he hadn’t atoned. 

Bah, it was too late for that now.

The only thing he had ever seen stir you into immediate action was witnessing the maltreatment of others. Never in a way that could be considered brash or implusive. No, you were too sly for that. You’d send a almost supersonic signal of disapproval, when you spotted bullying amongst the student population. A terse word or two and then you’d offer a prompt invitation to the headmages office for misconduct. Not so Crowley could lecture them, no the headmage was too rambling and scatted, in only minutes you could do what takes him half an hour, offering wrongerdoers a dressing down so minimal and cutting, the boys could do nothing but change their behavior. Lest they want be reminded of their inadequacies and suffer another encoutner with you. 

Sevens, Divus, was foolish to think you wouldn’t identify him for the bully he was….but certainly no longer is…mostly! 

Oh he wanted to die! 

No.

No, he didn’t, but it would be easier then bearing the friction between you.  

He was overflowing with a horrible concoction of emotions. He was embarrassed that he’d disappointed you. Ashamed of his past behavior and lack of self reflection. Angry that you could make him feel like the only man in the world and the worst all in the same day. Resentful that his past with Rogerson was now impacting his future with you. 

The way you had looked at him before Rogerson came into the bar. The lightness, the joy the flirtation. Divus wanted to drown himself in it. Become utterly intoxicated by your affection.  

How could he let you have such a hold over him?! He had been a bachelor this long with little issue. He only met you few months ago. How you’ve come to affect him so deeply he now lie awake at night….the only word that comes to mind is frightening. 

Divus has never felt this way before and its….alarming to say the least. 

Perhaps this ache was a sign he over invested. Maybe the pain would stop if he distanced himself from you. He sees it now, he simply over committed in his feelings for you. He should take a step back, before you can wound him any further.  

How did the night even end up like this! 

If he had known Rogerson was there he never would have stepped foot in that bar! Well that was a lie, he would have and expected Rogerson to leave promptly. But because  you were there the coward seemed to have a backbone… Oh. Oh.

The Prefect and their friends would have much to answer for come morning. 

____

Ace could hardly sleep a wink last night. He stay up tossing and turning begging the universe that he would walk into homeroom tomorrow to find Crewel a man changed. He steps light as air and smile on his face, doing little to hide his gidiness at having made moves in his relationship with you.

He got ready as usual. He even woke up Deuce to ensure they would both be early to home room, not that Deuce appreciated it. Only find the door locked and a few other more ambitious students lingering by the door. 

Ace turns to his classmates in disbelief, his voice a little too shrill. “Crewel isn’t here yet?!” 

They only respond with a chorus of nos and one annoyed ‘relax.’

“Ace chill obviously he’s not.” Deuce whispers, worried his friend is already spiraling at their teachers absence. “Maybe things went really well.” Deuce suggests. 

No, Deuce is right. I mean the chemistry was off the charts surely you and Crewel are both late because you got caught up doing… stuff.

“Yeah, of course. That only makes sense.” Ace agrees, but he couldn’t shake the impression that something was wrong. 

Crewel was never late. If anything he was horribly punctual. Normally Crewel would unlock the homeroom door right at 8 o’clock for the early risers who wanted to mill about in the classroom. Then go gods knows where for the next 30 minutes, before returning to the classroom for homeroom at 8:30 sharp to take call roll and do announcements, but if the door is locked it means Crewel hasn’t even come in to school yet. Ace is finding it hard to think positively about the situation. 

First bell rings. It’s 8:30,  and a growing buzz of increasingly concerned chatter rises in the now empty hall way. Other teachers have closed their classroom doors and gotten homeroom underway. 

Ace is pretty sure the astrology teacher across the hall is prepared to call the headmage, but a second later the tell tale sound of hard leather oxfords on stone floors echos through the hallway. 

“Good pups don’t bark so furiously first thing in the morning.” Crewel grouses, with a flourish of magic he unlocks the door. The weather has chilled considerably so his iconic fur has made its first appearance of the season, along side some darkly tinted sunglasses with an iconic golden logo on the hinge of the frames. 

“No one thought to do that?” Crewel scoffs as he pushes the door open, gesturing for the students to file in to the classroom. 

Ace and his peers take their seats, in no particular hurry, Crewel makes his way to the front of the class room and settles at his desk before flicks his sunglasses off of his eyes.

“We’ll pass the next 15 minutes in silence. I have grating headache.” He spins in his chair facing a dark corner of the room, adding, “my ears are as sharp as any well trained hound, don’t even think of causing any mischief.”

Oh. It couldn’t be more clear. Whatever happened last night, things went horribly. 

Ace frantically types out a text to the Prefect in the group chat of his co-conspirators. 

Ace: Status report. How are things in Professor Bellamy’s room? 

They only replied with a thumbs down emoji. Shit.

Prefect: It’s all songs in a minor key this morning, but in presto. 

Deuce: In human speak please.

Prefect: Deuce you’re in beginning orchestra, you should know this. 

Deuce: 😔

Prefect: Really, really, really fast tempo. 

“Fuuck.” Ace groans. Quickly silencing himself when Crewel’s chair spins around and his eyes throw daggers across the room. 

What happened? There was no way Crewel could have botched this! Everyone could feel the tension, the passion and most of all the chemistry, dare he say alchemy, between you two. Ace knows he’s doing a terrible job of hiding the anguish on his face, but Crewel was already in a worse mood than usual. His energy was like a looming dark cloud over the classroom. Ace is loathe to admit it but he really didn’t think his plan could go wrong. The goal was to make Crewel better, not worse!

Ace: We’ll need a new plan. 

Deuce throws an elbow into his side causing Ace to flare with annoyance, looking up from his phone and prepared to quietly curse out his friend, Ace is startled to see Crewel looming over him. 

“Tell the Prefect to meet me in my office during lunch.” Crewel all but hisses menacingly, before turning to leave. 

Then he pauses, turning his head over his shoulder and adding:

“You’re both invited, no, expected to join as well.”

Second bell rings and all of Ace’s hopes from this morning have shriveled up and died.

____

The prefect speed through the halls to trade notes with Ace and Deuce. Grim groggily resting upon their shoulder. 

While he was banned from your classroom, you agreed that if he just slept you had no objections and Grim was more than happy to get a few extra moments of shut eye before class.

Normally the dozing conditions in your room were ideal for him, lounging on a chair with the sun hitting him just right. The calming piano music drowning out the sound of student conversations, but not this morning. 

The song you played was sharp and violent. The keys being pressed for no more than a half second before descending down to the bassier notes of the piano. 

The prefect normally took their place beside you on the bench but by the time they arrived, the energy in that classroom was already so intense and brooding that they just decided to sit with Epel and Jack. 

Everyone was astounded by your change in mood, but the Prefect knew exactly what must have happened. You and Crewel quarreled.

They spot Ace and Deuce in their usual meeting spot in the second floor hallway.

“How  bad was it in Crewel’s?” They ask breathlessly. 

“Crewel wants to see all of us at lunch.” Deuce says grimly.  

“What! Why? Did he say?” The Prefects eyes go wide, flitting between each of the boys pleading for more information. 

“No but I assume its because you told an egregious lie.” Ace tries to shift the blame entirely on to the Prefect. 

“Which you made me tell! Ace I swear to god- or to the seven whoever! If you throw me under the bus I’ll spill everything!” They growl, already in a tizzy at the prospect of being on the receiving end of one of Crewel’s infamous meetings.  “Uh-uhn we’re all going down.” The Prefect asserts a finger pointed at Ace’s chest and hand on their hip.  

“We have to try and dodge him for as long as we can. Give him time to cool off. Did he seem pissed?”

Ace grins nervously.

“Oh, he was livid.”

___

It was a shame— but hardly surprising Divus was so hostile in his meeting with Crowley the other day, Mozus laments. As core to his academic values, fraternization amongst teachers should be strictly forbidden. School is a place of learning, and while in these halls all efforts of faculty should be dedicated to that cause. Not something so distracting as romance.

Besides Crewel’s fickle attentions would have only left you heartbroken. Trein had seem two much in three yes to believe otherwise, and quietly honestly Divus wasn’t that much changed from his younger years. A touch more refined buy undeniably and reasonably mature, but he still had a bit of a nasty temper. He couldn’t deny he felt protective of you in this slither of snakes who made up the rest of the faculty.

You appear around a corner, just as the thought pops into his mind. 

Good Morning Professor Trein,” you greet with a slight wave. “Lucius,” you add belatedly— and as a cat raised with manners, Lucius responses with a kind trill. You smile at them both with all of the normal loveliness Mozus has grown to associate with you, but he does notice your was smile perhaps a little muted when compared to its normal radiance. 

“Have a lovely day.” You offer before taking your leave. 

“You as well Professor Bellamy.” Is his gentle reply. 

Concerning, Trein thinks. Of course he didn’t expect you to be beaming with positivity at all times, but there was an aura around you that felt, more guarded perhaps. As a father of daughters Trein liked to think he was an expert at reading the mirco expression and mannerisms of young women such as yourself. 

Perhaps his concern was coming from a fathers intuition, but he sincerely hoped he was wrong, and that your were fairing well. 

He watches you as you head down the hall to the administrative offices, debating whether to call out and set a time for tea so he can provide a shoulder to lean on, when Crewel turns the opposite corner at the far end of the vestibule. Divus pauses momentarily at the sight of you, but you merely carry on and continue walking. Even from this distance he can see the clench of Crewel fist as continues speednign down the hall. As you pass each other neither of you spare a glance in the others direction. 

Deeply concerning.

Just yesterday he caught you two cavorting in a stairwell, chattering back and forth like a pair of lovestuck parakeets. He had never seen Divus ‘in action’ during his days as a student. Only young girls clambering beyond the gates at odd hours of the morning as Mozus arrived at school.

Yesterday's events were genuinely shocking. It was a surprise to see that Divus could be so talkative with his quarry. In days as student he was always quite eloquent, but concise and direct. Not one to mince words or engage and idle prattle, but with you it seemed he always has something to say, to share. 

But clearly that had changed. 

Oh dear seven! Divus must have made finally made his move and it went as disastrously as Mozus thought!

Before Trein could even consciously process his feet are moving to follow Divus into the teachers lounge. He needs answers.  

“Professor Crewel. A moment please.” Trein asks politely, closing the door behind him. Crewel only offers an insouciant shrug of his shoulder. The nerve of that boy!

“What is it Professor Trein?” He sighs exasperatedly.

“Divus what did I tell you about—!”

“Oh sevens, you saw that?” Crewel draws a tired hand down his face before turning to face his old teacher. 

“I already know your busy mind is drawing conclusions so I’ll save your the heart trouble. Nothings happened. With Professor Bellamy that is. It become quite clear we have differing values.” 

Good girl. Trein thinks, but the news delights him less than he expected. 

“You should be ecstatic. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

“Bellamy is smart turn tail and run from the likes of you.” Trein chastises. 

“You don’t think I know that?” Crewel raises his voice with a sneer before, calming. 

“My apologies for my temper Professor Trein. There’s nothing there, so there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

But something about the wounded look on Crewel’s face as he slumps over his his tea says none of what he just said was true. It makes Mozus’ old heartache, just a touch.

“Chin up. I’m sure you’ll find a suitable partner with fewer conflicts of interest.” 

Crewel nods absently. 

Something is off. This is not the behavior of the arrogant young man who made his like hell over a decade ago. That Crewel would be steadfast in his pursuit. Not giving up until his conquest was won. 

Then it dawns on him.

This wasn’t just another game of sport. This was the genuine article. Budding love. 

Then Mozus realizes, this heartbreak brings him no pleasure, only a bit of melancholy. 

While Trein wasn’t sure Divus actually deserved you, something about this entire situation sat poorly with him. 

Never has Divus shown so much vulnerability. If you could even call it that. 

“Well, since you’re here indulge me in a game of chess Divus.” 

“Sorry Professor Trein, I’m hardly in the mood.” Crewel declines, wistfully.

Oh dear. Things were worse than he thought. 

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this is what got me into this fandom, can't believe it doesn't have 5k likes

Yandere Vil, Malleus and Leona there S/o is really good at using all kinds of posions from flowers she grows herself and comes super close to using deadly posion on them mixing it into there tea or Food giving her the chance of getting away

Oh my god this was hard cause Vil and Malleus are Characters I still need to grasp on,but I hope this isn't so bad! (╥﹏╥) I really liked the concept given, although with these three Characters,I don't think it would be very easy to poison them since all three of them are the kinds who seem to overseer a lot of things in situations •́ ‿ ,•̀ what scary men but here you go! I hope you like it (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Warning: Mentions of abuse and non-con/toxic relationship.

Vil Schoenheit

- "Tell me, my dear, what kind of rotten heart would scheme up a plan to poison the one that loves them above all else?"

- You've never seen Vil as crossed as he was now, standing right before you in his room. The way the light of the chandelier brought to life the wrath in his gaze frightened you and you regretted what you did. Or at least attempted to do

- "To think my little pearl would do such a vile thing..." His eyes glistened like wildfire, and before words could even reach you, Vil hurled the fine porcelain cup against the wall near you. It shattered,much like your composure, and once tears escaped you, Vil is already on his knees, his hands cupping your face.

- "Mein Liebling, forgive me. Are you hurt?"

- Vil's soft, soothing words bellied the way he gripped your face to look up at him. The tender hands that you were so used to now a force that overwhelmed you completely.

- You thought he wouldn't notice the small red berries you'd crushed and mixed in with his tea. You made sure he wasn't even there to see it, but when he didn't attempt to even taste the tea you made for him, you already felt dread knotting around your conscience.

- He wasn't an idiot, you took that well into account, but you overlooked the fact that he was a person who valued beauty above all else, someone who was always particular of their own surrounding.

- "My small,idiotic, pearl, of course I noticed your pathetic excuse for poison in my tea. The fragrance alone gave it away"

- "You thought there wasn't a smell, did you? You thought that just because you Excell in that mediocre talent of herbs of yours you could use it against me?"

- Vil didn't hesitate to grab hold a fist of your hair,yanking you up until you stood on your tiptoes just to look up at him with those teary eyed expression on your face.

- "My sweet, daffodil. Who do you think I am?"

- He was Vil Schoenheit. Dorm Leader of Pomefiore, and the embodiment of beauty and grace.

- He was Vil Schoenheit, the senior who took interest in you and entangled you in his hold and the suffocating toxin draining you from life.

Leona Kingscholar

- "Ha? What's this?" Leona's lazy gaze drifts from the bowl of meat stew in front of him to your awkward as ever figure sitting opposite of him on the bed.

- You stare at him, for a brief second forgetting what to say, until Leona lets out a sigh and picks up the wooden spoon.

- You'd worked hard for this moment, collecting the leaves of the dumbcane plant you'd stumbled upon when Leona allowed you to accompany him during a short stroll wasn't a small feat to be achieved. Not with a male like Leona watching your every move.

- "I made it because the other day I overheard Ruggies saying you used to eat meat stew when you were younger" Your attempt at sounding as timid as you always do around him succeeded though you were sure it was simply out of instincts to put your head down before the beastly prince

- On his lips, a ghost of a smirk appeared before he looked up at you, teeth bared just slightly.

- "That so? Then, why don't you share it with me?" He held the bowl towards you, and something like dread wrapped itself around your nerves.

- "I...I'm not that hungry" You didn't know how you could still look him in the eyes, but would looking away really save you? Leona was never the forgiving type just as much as he wasn't the type to be bothered with the fact he'd imprisoned you as his mate.

- "Dumbass. It was a rhetorical question" He said grinning before his expression darkened, and his voice lowered into a growl. "Eat it."

- You were fighting back tears just as much as you were fighting the urge to run away. To push yourself up from the bed and jolt out of the room that held so many of your tortured memories. You never wanted this, you thought. Why couldn't he just let you go when you said you weren't interested in being with him?

- You bit your lip, gaze casted down. "I don't want to"

- Leona laughed and with one swift movement, he had pushed you off the bed and pinned you to the floor. Your breathing hitched and the back of your head throbbed from the fall.

- "I didn't fucking ask", he growled so close to your face then, you felt the raw aggression seep through your skin and your senses blurred.

- "Get off me! Get off me!" You struggled against him but as Leona held you down firmly, your resistance was useless.

- "What? You thought I wouldn't catch onto your stupid plan? Hah! Who do you think I am,huh?"

- You opened your mouth to scream but Leona grabbed your throat and poured down the stew straight into your mouth. The extra excess of it dripping onto your clothes. You gagged,throat burning from the heat and tears brimmed with tears.

- "Dumbcane, am I right? The ones you stole glances at whenever we passed that den of bushes outside. I didn't think you'd be so dumb to think you could trick me into eating poison."

- You coughed up the remaining stew lodged in your throat but Leona clamped his hand on your mouth, pressing onto it with every inch of anger he could manage

- "You're swallowing it whole, mouse." He snarled,watching as your vision blurred and tears slid down your cheeks, glistening as if they were symbols of your regret. He wanted to laugh at you for realising only now that you could never outwit him, nor leave his side at all, but betrayal tasted bitter and he seemed lost for words to describe it.

- "Huh, tell me, little mouse, you know why this plant you schemed to have me digest is called Dumbcane?"

- Of course you knew.

- "So let me get this straight, you planned on poisoning me but not kill me? Is that why you went for a plant that could only cause extreme nausea and vomitting? You worked something in that small head of yours and thought you could get away from me if you made me sick?" The laugh that came afterwards seemed to screech in your ears and before you realized it yourself, you were sobbing, the insides of your mouth burning and swelling. Leona's gaze raked your trembling body beneath his and a sense of dominance washed over him.

- It was nice, seeing you all helpless like this, since all you ever did was fight back.

- "I swear this is why you herbivores don't last long in the wild", Leona released his grip on you, his gaze mellowed down as a smirk curled on his lips. "If you wanted to get away from me that bad, you should've went for my hide, cause as long as I'm alive, you're never getting away"

Malleus Draconia

- Malleus's lips against yours was tantalising,his tongue caressing your inner cavern with the utmost attentiveness that had you arching your back and limply grabbing at him.

- The dark Fae had a habit of marking his possessions and you were no exception. From bite marks to slight burn scars.

- Today,you noticed,he was acting a bit more needier than usual. His touch held less aggression and was more like he wanted a sense of reassurance.

- By now you'd learned that if and when you disobeyed him, nothing good ever came from it. Especially when you'd throw words at him in attempt to hurt him.

- So, when he sought after you as usual, you opted to be as submissive as you could. If today was a day he'd let his guard down even for a moment, you would take it to ensure your plan succeeded.

- "You're well-behaved today,my little raven" Malleus said right after pulling away, his lips finding the crook of your neck almost immediately. When he blew briefly against it,a shiver ran up your spine.

- "Are you trying to hide something from me?" Latching onto your skin, Malleus began suckling on your sweet spot,his hands gripping your waist.

- You tried speaking but Malleus lifted his gaze and for a brief second,it was as if you were trapped in a trance.

- "Tell me,young one, do you know the story of Leander and his hasty affection towards a young Lady?"

- "No." The words came in a gasp, as if you were compelled to say it, and Malleus smiled. A slow, deliberate smile before he shifted and had you sitting on his lap,his cold arms wrapping around your waist once again.

- "It is an ancient story, one from the Greeks, and it tells the story of how a young man dies in an attempt to woo the ever so beautiful maiden that had captured his heart." His voice seemed distant then,as if he was recalling thoughts from a life he lived too long ago to remember clearly, you watched as his still expression slightly shifted and his brooding gaze of emeralds, glistening deeply in thought. Malleus then, resembled an old God, and you realized why Lilia and the others seemed to worship him. Why you could never find a way to truly be free from him.

- "Are you listening,little raven?" The depth in his voice then,nudged you from your thoughts,your widened gaze locking instantly with his. You found yourself nodding in sync with the smile growing ever more evidently on his lips.

- "You see,the story starts with Leander swimming across a great lake, vast and wide, every night to be able to be with his lover who lived atop of a tower. In turn his lover lit up a lantern to help guide him through the nights."

- "One night,however, he had stumbled upon a flower, captured by its beauty, he decided to take it to his love and as he swam, a storm passed by, blowing out the lantern left out as his guidance. Thus, Lenader was lost and eventually drowned."

- Malleus then shifted his attention back to you, sitting still on his lap. Your breathing had turned shallow, somehow fearful of the story's ending. He let out a small laugh then, leaning in to steal another kiss. It tasted somewhat like driftwood and pine.

- "Do you what happened in the end?" He asked, a rhetoric question you were smart enough to detect. Your eyes almost averted itself from his but when Malleus's gaze darkened,you knew better to hold your wits together.

- "When his lady love came out onto her tower and saw he was not there as promised, she cried out to him; 'Leander, O Leander' , and when she came down from her tower to the lake and there found his dead body washed out onto land, she caught the glimpse of the beautiful flower clutched in his hands."

- The dark hues of green spiralling in his eyes then struck fear to your heart, the way he lowered his lid and momentarily strayed from you told you something was off, and you struggled to breath.

- "The symbol of charm and passion for the people of the Greeks, the infamous Desert flower. Named after the tragic story of a love sparked a bit too wildly by the embers of youth; Oleander."

- Malleus lifted his gaze and without a coherent thought in your head, you stumbled off his lap, falling to the hard cold floor with a hollow thud. Your eyes seemed glued to the mystic male as he arched his brows and stared down at you.

- "My,my,did my grip loosen?" He let out a dark chuckle, a rumble of shadows blanketing over an overcast of mountains. "Forgive me,my pet. I hope you're not injured"

- "Never" You managed despite being so shaken up, "I..I know you would never hurt me.."

- It was a lie. You had physical proof of it, but what good did it come with you trying to make him feel bad of what he's done to you? If he had any shred of humanity in him,you wouldn't have been stuck here in the first place. Placed up in a tower of thorns where no one but him could ever find you. Trapped in a world where you meant to pleasure him as he liked. So you lied and you lied until you couldn't anymore. Until only one thought rang clear in your head.

- "Oleander holds more than just beauty, did you know?" Came the question from Malleus who still sat on the chaise earlier,he had a simple smile curled on his lips, but the wrath in his gaze faltered not.

- However, he didn't wait for you to respond.

- "Like how it played a part in the death of young Leander, it also holds a toxin harmful enough to cause death." Another laugh, another shred of fear clawing up your skin.

- "Isn't that interesting?".

- When you kept quiet, Malleus tilted his head and the air in the room seemed too thin to grasp with your lungs and you were no longer looking him in the eyes.

- "He knows" the thought screamed in your head. But you were so sure. You held back so many things that could've made him notice. How?

- "_____." The sound of your name being called out so coldly,had you bowing your head. Malleus only ever called your name once, and that was when he asked you to be his companion. The day you rejected him.

- "Malleus, I—"

- "Quiet. If you try to talk your way out this I'll make that pretty mouth of yours disappear." The growl was evident in his voice and you couldn't deny the truth behind his accusation.

- "So,when were you planning to do it,my small lovebird? This afternoon? Tonight? I'm sure you've planned this out quite well. You've always been such a thinker, always wondering."

- Malleus loomed over you now, you hadn't moved from where you fell. Couldn't really. Your legs felt frozen to the floor. Helpless.

- "But to think you'd used such a thing as Oleander. Were you going to use some kind of magic to heighten it's effects? Surely you should know by now that I've lived long enough to not be so easily killed, even if by a lover's hands." The last words were hissed, seething with a rage you didn't want to face.

- "Slip it into my tea before I sleep and running away right after..."

- Malleus rose his hand ever so slightly and an invisible force flung you right across the room, your back colliding with the stoned walls. Your mouth opened but no sound came from it as your lungs painfully constricted.

- "I'm disappointed,really" Malleus's dark drawl brought you out of your haze, although your vision seemed to blur,you could still make out his prominent figure striding towards you. "Here I thought my raven was smarter than most. Were you turning a blind eye to the fact I have more than just my gaze following you, or are you simply as naive as to think you'd get away with such a petty plan?"

- When you lifted your head, Malleus rose one finger and pointed it towards you. Instantly,your throat felt wrung up tightly and a scorching ring of fire encircled it.

- You screamed,eyes wide and body hunching over. Your hands tried clawing at the ring but ended up getting burned instead as the fire slowly ate away at your skin.

- Malleus sighed,heavy and shaky. You swore you could've heard his voice tremble if it weren't for your own screams overlapping them.

- "You've brought me great sorrow,_____. If poisoning me gave you hope of leaving behind all that we've built together, then perhaps, for our future happiness, I will burn all sense of hope you have left."

[lakeffect]

Good morning Trein-sensei! I was just curious about something, your daughters and Crewel-sensei are probably close in age right? Did they ever meet? Omg could you imagine if Crewel-sensei was your son-in-law?! You two would probably fight like...well cats and dogs.

I ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD WHEN I GOT THIS ASK.

A Storied Past.

"I-I beg your pardon?!"

His composure shattered in an instant. Shock and horror colored Trein's face a unique shade of violet. The veins in his forehead bulged and flexed, rising with his agitation.

He stood from his desk, the legs of his chair harshly screeching as they were violently dragged against the floor. Trein slammed both hands down, taking on a low, almost menacing tone.

"They've met on a single occasion. It was a year or so after Professor Crewel had started working here as my colleague. At the time, Dolly and Anna had decided to surprise me with a visit at work, and that was when the encounter occurred..." Trein shook his head aggressively, as though he were (ironically) a dog shaking himself dry. "I walked into the teacher's lounge, and what did I see? Both of my daughters seated, giggling, and Professor Crewel entertaining them!

"Of course, I immediately put myself between them and shooed the girls off. I want not either of them to be charmed by that devilish man. A suitable school instructor, he may be--but a son-in-law, I will not allow!! Do NOT," he sputtered, "even suggest such a ridiculous thing! I won't hear of it!"

"Um... Is that a 'no' then?"

"It's more than a 'no', it's an 'ABSOLUTELY NOT'!!" Trein cried, the force in his voice nearly making you flinch. "Dolly or Anna, married to Professor Crewel? Him, my son-in-law?! I shudder to think of such a dark, twisted reality!!"

"Eh, but even Professor Trein has to admit that Professor Crewel is a cool and handsome guy... There's gotta be a lots of people his age vying for his attention."

"Hmph! I do not care what others' impressions of him are beyond an academic context. That is his business, not mine." Trein's hands curled into fists. Shoving his chair back, he sinks into the seat with an audible exhale. "I only care that he maintains his distance from my daughters.

"On my honor, he will NEVER become a member of this family!!"