#Che'nya x yuu

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#222 Dad i love you

After The events of...The Overprotective dads, Uncle, Grandpa, and Cousin...with your love life, After the argument between Yuu and Crowley, Crowley is escorting them out to the entrance of the school to send you off to the ramshackle

Crow: I love you, My Child*Looks as they step down the stairs*

Yuu: Yeah, I know, Dad...See you Friday

Crow*Watches as you turn and grab the speaker on the cloak to amplify his voice*You gotta say I love you back!

Yuu: Dad are you serious?*Flinches and turns around with a reddened face and glares from the bottom of the stairs*

Crow: I wanna hear it

Yuu: You wanna hear me say it!?!-

Crow: I love you, Dad

Yuu:-You’re dropping me off in front of the school!!-

Crow: I love you Dad

Yuu: Look at this place!?-

Crow: Dad, I love you

Yuu*Groans and with an embarrassed scowl looks at crowley*Dad, I love you...

Crow: That’s a copy, Tie your shoes, please!

[ninjaart-fan]

Hahaha, the Headcanon that Neige is like a Disney princess, falling in love at first sight with the prefect,feels so fitting to his personality 🤣😝

Part 2~

Bonus:

Though the chaos that's coming when the guys realize what Crowley did...Brace yourself for the storm💚😈

Part 1

Part 3

[twstowo]

Chapter 1-2 [Sorceress!Yuu x OB!Characters]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: Wanting to help the collared people you follow Che'nya's plan and infiltrate the castle to befriend Riddle.

♡︎ Warning: None just Riddle being cute

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The plan was simple: get inside the castle, befriend Riddle, and try to change his mind about the collared people. But nothing really seemed simple to you, especially when you were expected to befriend a tyrant.

So, there you sat, perched on a chair, patiently waiting as the trio rummaged through outfits to find the perfect disguise for your role as the new palace architect. Che’nya, with a mischievous grin, mentioned the disappearance of the actual architect, leaving you with a nagging feeling that the details were best left unexplored. You couldn’t help but wonder how Riddle wouldn’t immediately recognize someone he had recently collared. Ace, unperturbed, dropped a blond wig onto your head, bearing an uncanny resemblance to your own hair, just a different hue—an inquiry you dared not voice. Deuce, on the other hand, overwhelmed you with volumes of the Queendom’s architectural styles. Days stretched into a week, your nose buried in dusty tomes, absorbing everything to brace yourself for whatever Riddle might demand. Amidst your studious immersion, you longed for the day this charade would come to an end.

Grim slept next to your books, he looked so peacefull as you reached for his head giving him some pats, brushing his fur with your fingers. At least someone was having a good time.

"What do you mean I, the great Grim, can't go with my Human?" Grim's voice reverberated in protest as he pointed an accusatory finger at Che’nya. The four of you sat sipping tea before the planned departure, and Che’nya had insisted that Grim couldn't accompany you. The rationale given was that Grim might cause disruptions that would compromise the entire plan. Initially, you had reservations about separating from your feline companion, having never ventured anywhere without him. However, Che’nya’s reasoning began to resonate.

"I also believe it’s for the best, Grim," you said, trying to pacify your betrayed friend. "Your help is crucial here." But Grim's disappointment was evident as he refused to meet your eyes.

"Fine. Go without me. But if you need help, don’t even think about calling for me!" With that proclamation, Grim stormed off, leaving you alone with Che’nya.

"How are you feeling? Tomorrow is the big day," he said, flashing a broad smile that did little to ease your nerves. You'd spent a lot of time contemplating what could go wrong—whether Riddle might recognize you, discover that he had collared you, or find your true intentions.

"Nervous, but I think I can handle it," you replied, attempting to project confidence.

"That's what I want to hear, nya!" He rose from his seat, offering a gentle smile that seemed to reassure you that everything would turn out okay. And you trusted him.

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In front of you loomed the gates of the castle, towering above you like monumental giants. As nervous thoughts raced through your mind, you couldn't help but chuckle, recalling these particular gate styles from one of the books you had studied. Oddly, this recollection gave you a surge of confidence. When the guards ushered you inside, you encountered Riddle once more, this time greeted with a warmer reception. Surprisingly, he seemed pleased to see you. Perhaps your initial encounter had simply been an anomaly, or perhaps he saw you in a new light now.

Riddle took your hand and bestowed a quick kiss upon it/gave you a quick handshake in welcome. "I've heard quite a bit about you, an architect of considerable renown," he praised, elevating your spirits even though these praises weren't intended for you. "But, pardon my frankness, I had envisioned you differently." His comment made you widen your eyes, and you felt a sudden shiver run down your body.

"I hear that often," you replied smoothly, trying to maintain composure. "Before we discuss the building plans, I'd love a tour of the palace, just to gather some initial inspiration. If that's possible." You glanced around the entrance, taking in the surrounding rose-filled bushes.

"Please allow me to escort you around." Riddle's company led you through various rooms and halls within the castle, each adorned in shades of reds and whites. The floors boasted a chessboard pattern in black and white, a pristine and luxurious atmosphere entirely distinct from the dusty tower you once called home. After an extensive tour, Riddle guided you outside, revealing the verdant gardens and a sprawling rose labyrinth, meticulously tended by the royal gardeners. Finally, your journey concluded at a collapsed building.

"Several months ago, the collared peasants rebelled against my mother's regime and destroyed this beautifully crafted building," Riddle spoke, a hint of disdain evident in his voice as he referred to the collared people.

"Rest assured, there's nothing beyond my ability to build. I'll create something that will please the Queen's desires and more," you assured him with a smile, earning visible satisfaction from Riddle.

"Very well." Some guards approached, and Riddle turned to leave. "I entrust the rest to your capable hands," he stated before departing.

With a sigh of relief, you released the breath you'd been holding. Everything was proceeding perfectly, just as you'd hoped. Gazing at the ruined building, you found the guards and workers awaiting your instructions. "I need some paper and a pencil."

Swiftly, you sketched structures inspired by the palace's designs, blending in elements from other styles that harmonized well. After several hours immersed in the drawings, you raised your head to find all eyes on your sketches. A twinge of embarrassment hit knowing they'd witnessed the entire process. However, the awe and admiration in their expressions reassured you that your work was appreciated. Rising from your seat, you began directing everyone around, bracing yourself for the tasks ahead. This month would be demanding, but you were prepared.

Lying on the bed, you relished the comfort of the room Riddle had assigned you. It was quite spacious, and it struck you that Riddle seemed particularly fond of this architect. It dawned on you that you knew so little about this person—if Riddle asked you something, you’d be completely at a loss. Determined to remedy this, you resolved to locate the palace library the next day and educate yourself about the architect.

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You wandered through the palace walls, groggy from the night before, in search of the library. After a long walk, you finally found it and stepped inside. The sheer size of the place left you in awe. The bookshelves stretched like the halls themselves, laden with books of various sizes and hues. Everything was meticulously organized and devoid of any dust. There was so much to read, and yet so little time. For now, your focus was on learning about the architect. You hurriedly looked through the books about this strange figure. Fortunately, their face was never shown, signifying their desire for privacy. Most of the works were stunning, intricate creations, teeming with details you'd never encountered in the books Deuce had provided. You made mental notes about these, realizing that diverging too much from what Riddle envisioned could raise suspicions.

As you returned the books to their places, one peculiar volume caught your eye. It bore your last name, prompting a moment of confusion until you plucked it from the shelf. Inside, you discovered a book chronicling your parents' journey. It vividly portrayed snowy landscapes and recounted how they had earned their place as landowners, working their way into prosperity to establish something in their name. Memories from your childhood flooded back—moments with your mother, interactions with villagers, and the constant presence of a childhood friend who was always by your side. Everything seemed blissful, which made you wonder why they had locked you away in the tower. Questions swirled in your mind, but a strange, unsettling feeling urged you to cease your inquiry, casting a shadow over your thoughts.

Reluctantly, you returned the book to its spot, unwilling to dwell further. With a heavy heart, you moved toward the exit, your head bowed in contemplation. However, just before leaving, you noticed someone else in the library—a surprise visitor. To your astonishment, it was none other than Riddle.

You pondered whether engaging in conversation with Riddle was a wise choice. He appeared consumed by work and potentially quick to collar anyone deviating from his desires. However, before you could depart, your eyes met, and you found yourself captivated by his stunning blue gaze.

“Y/N,” he greeted you warmly, rising to meet you, and you were jolted out of your daydreaming.

“Forgive me, I just—”

“No need for apologies. In fact, I would love your company if you permit,” his tone unexpectedly tender. Was this the same person who had erupted when Grim landed on his head?

“Of course. How may I assist?”

“I’d like to hear your thoughts on my designs.” He gestured toward his table, displaying the most intricately detailed building plans you’d ever seen on paper. Your reaction was instinctual, you had to stifle your amazement. If he saw the design you'd given to the construction team, he might have certainly collared you.

“This looks—” You paused, realizing you were playing the role of a distinguished architect whom Riddle admired. You couldn’t merely fawn over his work. “Pleasant.” Despite the underwhelming choice of words, Riddle’s eyes widened with pride.

“I’ve been studying your designs extensively, attempting to draft the building myself. But my efforts could never compare to the real artist.” He regarded you as if you were his shining star, leaving you to wonder if he realized you weren’t the actual architect.

“I’m glad you appreciate my designs. It’s always nice to find a fan.” You offered a smile, and he reciprocated, clearly pleased with your words. Yet, even as he smiled, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, indicative of fatigue. “Have you been overworking yourself?” You posed the question, realizing afterward that it might not have been the most appropriate thing to ask.

“Well, I have my duties as the future king of the Queendom of Roses. I can’t simply set them aside,” he responded, a glimmer of happiness shining through as he realized your concern for him. On your end, you grappled with the situation. Your intention was to grow closer to Riddle to facilitate removing the collars from everyone, so you needed a way to break down his barriers.

“How about baking some strawberry tarts?” you suggested, sporting a cheerful smile. He looked at you with a quizzical expression, seemingly ready to dismiss your idea. “If you need to leave midway, I can finish what we started and bring you the tarts when you’re free. So, no need to worry about a thing.” You offered solutions, trying to convince him, though he seemed puzzled by your eagerness to spend time with him.

“If you insist, I could permit it,” he agreed, adjusting his tie in a nervous gesture. “But everything must be done precisely! And the kitchen must be perfectly cleaned afterward,” he stated, almost as an order. You nodded in agreement.

“Follow me, Riddle!” you exclaimed, taking his arm and guiding him to the kitchen, causing him to widen his eyes at your bold actions.

In the midst of baking the tarts, Riddle meticulously followed the culinary book's instructions, determined to use precise measurements. Any deviation seemed to stress him, and he'd restart if things didn't align perfectly. As he focused intently on each step, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his strict approach.

“Riddle!” you called out, finally voicing your exhaustion with his rigidity. Startled, he dropped the spoon he was holding, his face flushing with a mix of emotions, perhaps anger or embarrassment, you couldn't discern. But you persisted, “This is why your designs aren’t perfect! Things like this aren’t meant to be perfect, they’re meant for the fun of it!” He seemed to freeze, absorbing your words. “When I come up with new designs, I don’t aim for perfection, I draw what I find fun at the moment,” you elaborated. His mouth opened and closed, as if struggling with your point. He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

“So… I need to have fun? Stop trying to make my designs perfect?” he murmured, almost to himself, but you caught every word. You nodded, handing him the dropped spoon. He hesitated but then swiftly scooped flour, bypassing the measurements this time. You saw him gulp, battling his instinctual need for precision, yet he bravely added the flour to the batter.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it!” You clapped your hands, prompting a deeper blush from Riddle, who let out a sigh but continued to bake. You sensed that he had relaxed, gradually enjoying the process of making tarts with you. Despite his attempts to maintain a pristine kitchen and occasionally strive for perfect measurements, you noticed a significant change in his behavior, and that was what mattered most.

As you grabbed a large bag of flour, you lost your balance and tripped over your own feet, sending the flour cascading onto the floor and covering you both in its powdery embrace. Panic surged through you, as you slowly glanced at Riddle who also had been covered in flour from head to toe, you anticipated Riddle's reaction to the mess, believing that now even Che’nya could not save you from this one, but unexpectedly, he burst into a hearty laughter. You froze, stunned by his unanticipated response. Instead of anger, his laughter filled the room, and he even walked over, extending his hand to help you up from the flour-covered floor.

“I haven’t laughed like this in such a long time,” he chuckled, his cheeks tinted pink from the flour. His laughter was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile back. However, amidst the chaos and his laughter, you noticed something about him that felt strangely captivating, even covered in flour he seemed to have this angelic look to him, wait, what did you mean with angelic? Did he always look this nice? You shook off the thought, dismissing it as a trick of the moment.

“Sorry, I will clean all of this!” You hurriedly searched for a broom, but Riddle placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm and friendly gesture.

“I used to visit a friend of mine when I was young,” he reminisced, an unfamiliar softness in his tone. “One day, he tried to teach me how to bake. That day, I dropped a full bag of flour. I never heard the end of it from my mom, but it was such a nice moment…” His words trailed off, and both of you stood there, flour-covered but sharing a moment of connection. His hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment before he withdrew it, seemingly realizing the gesture's duration. “Sorry…” His demeanor shifted slightly as he began to look for a broom. “We should clean all of this,” he suggested, and you nodded in agreement, grateful for the lighter atmosphere between you both.

The rest of your free time was spent enjoying the tarts and tea, chatting about various topics. It became evident that Riddle was gradually opening up to you. Even if it was initially part of the plan, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his company.

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After a long day, you finally returned to your room, feeling exhausted. The building constructions were progressing smoothly, even better than expected. As you made your way towards the closet to change into your pajamas, a strange knock caught your attention. It seemed odd for someone to visit at such a late hour, but you decided to investigate. Upon opening the door, no one was in sight. You shrugged it off, thinking it might have been your imagination until the same knock echoed again. This time, you scanned the room, even checking the windows, but found no one, until your gaze shifted to the mirror in your room.

“This is the first time we get to talk properly,” the strange woman in the mirror addressed you, her lips moving in sync with her words, yet she remained motionless, fixated on you. You felt frozen, a chill creeping over you—did ghosts exist? Were you so fatigued and sleep-deprived that you began to see apparitions? “I was expecting this reaction, but relax, I am not here to harm you. Quite the contrary, I want to help you.” Her voice, despite standing next to the mirror, sounded distant and echoed faintly.

“Who are you?” You approached the enigmatic figure cautiously.

“I am you from another universe. I believe your friend Che’nya has already explained most of it.” The revelation stunned you. She had been the one to free you from the collar. Hearing Che’nya's tale of being cursed to live inside a mirror, unable to experience the outside world, evoked a pang of empathy. Having been locked in a tower yourself for so long, devoid of interaction and exposure to the outside world, you could empathize with her isolation.

“How do I set you free?” Your directness caught her off guard, her head bowed to conceal her sorrow. It felt surreal—her facial features mirrored yours, almost like watching your reflection cry.

“Only someone with an immense amount of magical power can release me,” she replied, raising her head to fix her gaze on you.

“But is there anyone out there with that kind of power?” You questioned the possibility. While many powerful wizards existed, like Riddle, you doubted they could intervene in such a situation.

“You,” she responded, and your eyes widened in surprise before adopting a more skeptical expression. “I can grant any wish, but with each wish comes a curse that consumes the wisher, slowly eroding their sanity and driving them mad. Strangely, it also bestows a certain strength upon them.”

Your astonishment grew; the thought of losing your mind over a wish you were still uncertain about was daunting. Sensing your concern, she offered crucial reassurance. “Given that we are the same person, this curse will affect you differently. Your sanity will deplete at a slower rate.”

“Why does it affect me differently, and what happens if I completely lose my mind? What then?” You felt the weight of the seriousness setting in, wondering if helping her was worth such a dire situation.

“This is our curse. It works like poison—the more exposure you have, the less impact it will have over time.” She paused, extending her hand toward the mirror’s surface. “If you do succumb, I’ve discovered a way to undo the curse during my confinement here.”

“And what’s that?” You inquired, intrigued.

“A true love’s kiss.” The two of you stood facing each other in an awkward silence. What did she mean by a true love's kiss? You hadn't found someone who made your heart skip a beat, and as you began to voice these thoughts, the image of Riddle laughing, covered in flour, flashed into your mind, reddening your face.

“W-what? S-so, that means you’d just kiss all those guys you cursed?” You blurted out, still rattled by thoughts of Riddle. As soon as the words left your mouth, both of you seemed to stutter, embarrassed like two high school girls gossiping about their crushes.

It took a while for both of you to calm down and realize the gravity of the situation. Sighing, you took a few steps back and settled onto the bed, facing the sorceress. Emerging from a tower, only to be thrust into this chaos, you wondered if things were spiraling further out of control with each passing moment.

"Can't I just wish for you to be free?" you asked her, as this seemed to make the most sense.

"The power of the wish is connected with the magical power of the wisher." She looked at you with a sad expression. "And for now, you don't possess enough magical power. The only way for you to get stronger is to wish for smaller things for now." You nodded, annoyed with the revelation. Of course, things couldn't be as easy as you wanted them to be. How foolish of you. As you thought about any wish, with nothing coming to mind, you watched as she slowly started vanishing from the mirror. Some sort of magical dust slowly made your reflection show in the mirror as it used to. As you heard a strange voice in the back of your mind, "If you ever feel like asking for a wish, repeat these words.”

“Wish and want in sacred verse, Grant my heart's desire, universe.”

That was an incantation. You rushed to grab some paper before forgetting it, but as you started jotting it down, you realized it had ingrained itself in your mind. It seemed intentional, as if you couldn’t erase it even if you wanted to. You relaxed, lying back on the bed, letting your tired eyes close. Tomorrow promised to be a long day.

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[red-viewe]

thoughts abt che'nya (hcs)

-Che'nya's favorite time to visit you is lunch and dinner. Why? Because that's when you're eating something and he wants a taste of it too! He would and will get atleast one bite out of your food. And if you get him his own plate of food, he fully expects to be able to feed you some of his good too. (It's his love language)

-Will steal your clothes, (especially if you have oversized clothes or baggy jeans) not to wear, but to keep in his room. He might even leave some of his clothes in Ramshakle too. He'll eventually give your clothes back....right?

[michelletsw]

Hey I saw that you don't write anything and I wanted to ask (again) if you could write general platonic with dorm members who treat f!yuu like younger sister when RSA wants to take her with them? You write really great and I would want to read more from you😍

How fun love this idea! Sorry this took so long to get out lol, takes place during vdc but where going to over look vils overblot for the story line 😅 also I might have made savanaclaw a little shipy with esme and y/n (sorry I love him lmao)

I'm gonna go ahead and make this 2 parts sorry about that

Platonic/siblings like writings

Fem reader with protective characters that treat reader like a younger sister

Warnings ⚠️ cursing, not proof read

Character’s: Heartslabyel, octavinelle, scarabia, savanaclaw (pt2. pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia, wip)

During vdc the rsa students seemed to take a liking to you so much so they started asking you questions about why your going to nrc? "Your such a nice and caring person why are you going to nrc?" Or they'd ask if you want to go to rsa instead they'd be more then happy to talk to there headmage about it. Everytime you always politely turn them down, but they keep pushing the question And it started to get annoying.

Heartslabyel

Riddle- r

Ace- r

Deuce- b

Trey- g

Carter- o

Che'nya- p

Reader- p

You where walking over to the tea garden for another tea party, when you open the gate che'nya pops up and almost gives you a heart attack, You continue walking and ask why he's here? "Am I not aloud to just pop by and say hi?" He says, jokingly you respond with " you are but it's you so I know that's not why your here" "your words wound me y/n" while you two where talking you ended up making it to the main area with out noticing. That's when che'nya asks you the same question he asked earlier that day "so what are your thoughts on coming to rsa instead?" "excuse you?" Riddle interups before you can say anything ace and deuce are right next to you in less then a second draging you away from che'nya and over to the table "y/n is perfectly fine right here in nrc with us there not going anywhere" ace says glaring at che'nya. "Ya y/n you can't leave your my selfie buddy, plus who am i ganna gossip with if you leave" as cater says that you sit down and deuce pushes your chair in while trey offers you a cup of tea. "If y/n wishes to go to rsa instead that's not our place to stop them, though I would love if you'd stay" "I agree with trey-senpi even if it would be sad if you left" deuce added but it was quite obvious he wanted to take aces side. "what even brought this question up to begin with, y/n are you wanting to leave nrc?" Again you couldn't get a word out before being interrupted "me and the rest of the students agree that it would be better from y/n at rsa, wouldn't it? It would be alot less stressful" "That may be true but if she doesn't want to leave you can't make her" "but I don't wanna leave" you say finally being able to talk over everyone. "Well then you heard the lady now leave us be" ace immediately says after your statement che'nya accepts his failure and goes to leave but not with out stealing some sweets and saying good bye first. After that event they all seem to have gotten a little more protective over you till all the rsa students leave after vdc.

Octavinelle

Azul- b

Floyd- p

Jade- g

Y/n- p

prince rielle- r

It's a very well known fact that the "fish mafia" trio looked at you as there little sister considering there attitudes towards you and the way you where treated. So it wasn't much of a surprise how they acted when they over heard a conversation you had with rielle, "actually that's a question I've been meaning to ask, why are you going to nrc y/n?" "Well I mean I was basically summoned by the mirror, so I guess I've never thought about leaving the school to go to a different one" "well would you want to join us at rsa? It'll alot nicer then here" the trio had been standing behind the corner just listening but that last sentence made floyd speak up "Huh~ shrimpys not leaving anywhere royal goldfishy" "I agree there perfectly fine staying here at nrc, why would you even recommend such a thing?" They say placing there hands on your shoulders. "Indeed why would you recommend something like that prince rielle, Perhaps to gain something?" "Oh! Azul, no of course not I'm just curious on there opinion on going to rsa" "shrimpys not going anywhere" floyd says now just completely laying his body weight on your shoulders with his chin rested on you head "it is up to y/n if they want to leave or not floyd" "that's dumb, your not leaving right shrimpy" floyd now whining and pinching your face " ow stop that floyd and no i dont plan on leaving nrc, thank you for the offer tho" "well then it's settled, we should get going or else will be late" you say your goodbyes to rielle and leave with the trio. Till vdc was over they definitely had you nearby at almost all times afraid one of the other rsa students would try and convince you to leave again, insert floyd being an obnoxious little shit the whole time.

Scarabia

Kalim- o

Jamil- r

Jaseem- b

Reader-p

Kalim and jamil where waking around trying to find you before vdc started, they round a corner and see you talking to jaseem. Before kalim could yell to you jamil put a hand towards his face telling him to wait a second, he wanted to know what jaseem wanted with you. "have you thought about going to rsa with us" kailm spoke up before you could answer "wait y/n your wanting to leave nrc!?" "Kailm calm down" "Oh hello, don't you think it would be better for y/n at rsa? It would be alot less stressful and they would get an actual dorm" "lowkey does sound kinda nice.." "your actually considering leaving Ó╭╮Ò" "it's there choice kailm" though he doesn't sound that worried about you leaving his face says other wise. jamil is good at hiding his emotions but he clearly looks upset from even the thought of you leaving, kailm is also clearly upset from this idea looking at you like a puppy that just got something token away. Jaseem breaks your thoughts " do you want to come to rsa y/n?" "Thank you for the offer but I'll have to decline I'm sorry" "I see thats quite alright" "great. Now that's over we need to get going before where late" With that you say goodbye to jaseem and walk to the vdc stage. Kailm was obviously more clingy till vdc was over and jamil just seemed to be a little more protective over you just in general afraid someone would want to convince you to leave nrc again.

Savanaclaw

Leona- r

Ruggie- o

Jack- b

Y/n- p

Esme- p

It's not even a question. The fact that they grew up with woman having higher power and deserve 100% respect it is very obvious that they see you as a little sister and if im being honest sometimes it would feel like your friends with complete assholes and others they look like there about to fight God for you. It's very confusing anyway back to the topic at hand. It was right after there vdc performance when esme came up to you and started a conversation the boys not really paying much attention but still listening, it's only when they hear the words "so did you think about coming to rsa?" Come out of esme's mouth do they 100% start paying attention. Ruggie pops up out from nowhere draping his arm on your shoulder like your a stand or something for him to lean on "what was that about rsa" "GrEaT 7!! where tf did you come from!?" "I was talking to y/n about switching to rsa" "why would you ask such a dumb question?" "Are you wanting to leave nrc y/n?" "Not necessarily?" "Oh so you are still thinking about it?" "Why would you want to go to rsa" (insert esme trying not to say "well they would win something for once" because if he did, he knows he might lose his life/j) "it's just an idea" "it's a stupid idea" "are you sure that's something you really wanna do?" Jack stop ✋️ i can't handle your sad face. "Again it is just a suggestion if you need more time to think on it you can just message me" "message you???" Ignoring ruggie "will do but I can't promise I'll say yes" then a little goat walks up to you both and starts to lightly headbutt esmes leg "haha it's quite alright, I better get going" he picks up the goat and you say your good byes...... "you gave him your number??"

Protective bastards I swear lmao. Definitely alot more protective Definitely insert ruggie being a rat bastard by making you help him with leona for like a few weeks or else he won't stop bothering you about the whole rsa thing. Jack just being sad that you even thought about wanting to leave.

[thegayestmferintown]

Can i request for any twisted wonderland characters that's fit x reader who don't know how to cook

yeah, of course!

Some of these characters have shorter parts because I added every character in the game, minus side characters such as (Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker (Che'nya), Rollo Flamme, et cetera)

Also! If there are any inadequacies with grammar, I apologize, I'm at a friend's house while i'm writing this and I'm very easily distracted.

If it's not obvious, I'm a sucker for soft Sebek

Ortho is strictly platonic!

And Reader can be viewed as either Yuu or not!

@nisobird because there's Azul

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts ;; Heartslabyul Housewarden ;; Second Year

Riddle's world comes crashing down, in all honesty.

The boy was raised with the ideal that a partner is supposed to be at least a decent cook, but you are the exact opposite.

He will eat your food only to be nice.

Even though he can't cook all that well himself, he'll try to suggest ways to make it better even though none of his suggestions really, truly help the awfulness of your cooking.

Let's just hope you don't end up cooking for his mother.

Trey Clover ;; Heartslabyul Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Trey is quite literally the sunshine to your moonlight, your sky to your ground.

You two are total, clear opposites.

He can cook almost anything without flaw, especially pastries and sweets.

He will panic if he ever sees you in the kitchen, trying to cook something.

He'll subtly take over for you, slowly taking more and more control of the kitchen.

Cater Diamond ;; Heartslabyul ;; Third Year

Cater would not care one single bit.

He is taking so, so many photos and posting them on Magicam, he does not give two shits whether it looks amazing, or absolutely terrible.

He will post it, specifically because you're his partner, you're his significant other.

And yes, he will shove it down his throat even if he needs to vomit it up later.

Ace Trappola ;; Heartslabyul ;; First Year

Ace can't cook, not one bit.

He's also very weird about his tastes.

He'll eat pickles and ice cream but he probably won't eat a single slice of cheese.

He'll eat anything you make at all whatsoever, unless there's cheese. (I headcanon he absolutely hates cheese, don't ask why)

He'll watch you cook and won't even interfere.

He does notice how bad your cooking is but he won't say or do anything about it because he genuinely does not care.

He'll even tell you it's actually good

Deuce Spade ;; Heartslabyul ;; First Year

Deuce doesn't even notice how bad it is, and if he did, he wouldn't even care.

He'll anything and everything, minus bell peppers.

He cannot, and will not, eat bell peppers.

He hates the taste, the texture, everything about bell peppers is everything he hates in all of Twisted Wonderland.

He tends to not watch you cook and has no reason for it.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar ;; Savanaclaw Housewarden ;; Third Year

Leona's not exactly shameless when it comes to meats, despite any sort of meat being among his absolute favorite foods.

He's not very picky about meats though. Just as long as it's cooked decently, and seasoned alright, he's fine.

Despite being a literal prince, he does not have a prince's palette.

He'll literally eat raw meat if it suits his needs

Of course, that's mostly because of the lion beastman part of him

Ruggie Bucchi ;; Savanaclaw ;; Second Year

Ruggie is literally shameless, make him anything and he'll eat it.

Just as long as it's not rotten, he'll eat quite literally anything.

He's not the greatest cook, but he'll help in any way he possibly can.

He'll most definitely bring your food to the kids in his neighborhood, no matter how terrible it is.

He wants to make sure they're fed, and he's happy when you're willing to cook.

He never tells you if he genuinely thinks you're food is bad, he'll end up feeling terrible and he knows that so he won't say a thing about your cooking.

Unless it's any sort of praise.

Jack Howl ;; Savanaclaw ;; First Year

Jack isn't entirely picky, but he's not the biggest fan of your cooking.

Being who he is, he'll feel bad for even thinking that your food is bad.

Also being the honest man he is, he'll sadly point it out to you, admitting his wrongdoing.

He's a big sweetheart, so he'll try to be as kind to you as he can, no matter how you end up reacting.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto ;; Octavinelle Housewarden ;; Second Year

Given that Azul grew up with his mother owning a restaurant, and he himself owning a restaurant, he's a bit... iffy over your cooking skills.

Of course, he'll always be nice when he brings it up. You're his significant other after all.

He'll point it out and he may give you some of his mom's recipes to help you follow along.

He helps you cook much more than he used to, letting you have most of the control, but he will come in if he sees you do something wrong.

Jade Leech ;; Octavinelle Vice-Housewarden ;; Second Year

Jade finds you and your cooking very, very entertaining.

He doesn't ever actually help you unless he finds you cooking mushrooms and.... screwing them up.

After that, he's immediately on your case and helping you cook.

Within the next two or three weeks, you're an absolute master chef.

Especially with mushrooms. By time Jade is done with you, you're more than likely a better chef when it comes to mushrooms than he is.

Floyd Leech ;; Octavinelle ;; Second Year

Floyd thinks you are the most entertaining human he's ever met.

Like some other people, he doesn't think your food is bad, just that it's so unbelievably entertaining and unique.

He actually doesn't try to help your cooking or change it or buy you anything new.

He simply watches the chaos of your cooking unfold, while occasionally adding his own, odd concoction to the mix.

And he will eat your food, no matter what you put on his plate, or what you put in the odd concoction you call your cooking.

Just don't add any shiitake mushrooms, he begs of you.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim ;; Scarabia Housewarden ;; Second Year

Kalim more than likely trusts you enough to not have Jamil test the food you give him.

The only way Jamil would let Kalim eat your food is if Jamil himself trusted you.

So, if Jamil trusted you, Kalim would more than happily eat your food himself.

He probably wouldn't care if your food was the best food in the whole of Twisted Wonderland, or if your food is the worst thing in all of Twisted Wonderland.

He'll eat it happily and won't complain one bit.

Jamil Viper ;; Scarabia Vice-Housewarden ;; Second Year

Jamil, if he truly trusts you, will eat small bits of your food and will help you cook every single time you step in a kitchen.

He won't completely take over like Trey would, but he will guide you in every single way, subtle or not.

Once you get better and better, he'll eat your food more and more.

He'll take over for you at any time and finish the cooking for you, if that's what you'd like, all you'd have to do is say the word.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit ;; Pomefiore Housewarden ;; Third Year

You're going to make the Vil Schoenheit break out. And that's a feat, especially considering his rigorous skincare routine.

He won't eat any of your food, and he will flat-out tell you, in a relatively nice tone of voice, that your food is not exactly good.

If he realizes that it hurts you, he'll try to find ways for your cooking to taste relatively better, whether it be buying you new utensils, or buying you cookbooks or any other things like that.

He promises you that he never meant to hurt you, he just wants to... help.

Rook Hunt ;; Pomefiore Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Oh, Rook does not care. He genuinely thinks that your cooking is beautiful and wonderful in every single way possible.

He will eat your food and compliment you even if you put whole-ass children's toys in your food.

He'll buy you whatever you need for your cooking without you even need to ask him, he's kind of a freak like that.

Epel Felmier ;; Pomefiore ;; First Year

Epel is very in the middle, he's fine with your bad cooking just.... don't make him eat it because he will act like a toddler having to eat vegetables.

Or, that's what he says he won't do.

He says he'll be all manly and eat it like a man, but you know for a fact that he won't and he will act like a little kid.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud ;; Ignihyde Housewarden ;; Third Year

Idia barely eats as it is, so when you bring him food, his hair will immediately turn pink and he'll try to hide his face by tightening his hood over his head.

He won't care whether it's bad or good, he'll only care about the fact that you actually... brought him food.

Of course, Ortho does so all the time, but it's different when your significant other brings you a whole meal because they don't want you to starve.

Once again, he doesn't care whether it's good or bad, he'll shove it down his throat either way.

Ortho Shroud ;; Ignihyde ;; First Year

Ortho can't exactly eat, given that he's both a robot and a machine.

But he'll look up recipes and help you cook and help you get as best and as good as you can get.

He'll always help, and use every single upgrade he's ever got put into him by his big brother to help you cook as best as you can.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia ;; Diasomnia Housewarden ;; Third Year

Oh, boy. Malleus is scared that he has another Lilia on his hands. Of course, your food is not as bad as Lilia's, but it's still not, for lack of a better word, good.

He will eat it, but he'll compliment and praise your cooking in a very... odd way.

He'll compliment you, yes. But he'll also add in some, not-so-subtle ways you can improve.

Don't tell him, he genuinely thinks his attempts at helping are extremely subtle, when they are absolutely not.

Lilia Vanrouge ;; Diasomnia Vice-Housewarden ;; Third Year

Lilia, like Rook, Kalim, and Deuce, won't even notice that your food is bad.

And that is mostly because he, himself is a bad chef.

He's such a bad chef he can't even tell when foods are actually bad.

Even if he could tell that your food was not good, he still wouldn't care because he just loves you far, far too much to even think of pointing it out.

Silver Vanrouge ;; Diasomnia ;; Second Year

Silver is internally sobbing. First, his Father, and now, his significant other.

He's very sweet about telling you ways you can improve.

He actually does this with his father, too. But you're the only one who picks up on it, Lilia, sadly, does not.

Silver tries his absolute hardest to help, but he eventually succumbs to his sleep, but he always profusely apologizes afterward.

Sebek Zigvolt ;; Diasomnia ;; First Year

Sebek is oddly much sweeter about it than you'd ever expect.

He doesn't yell, but he does let you know that it doesn't taste good.

He explains ways you can fix it, despite he himself not knowing how to cook all that well.

He explains everything he knows about cooking to try and help you.

If Sebek manages to view a human as a significant other, or partner, he will dote on your every need or want in the sweetest way that you'd never, ever expect from him.

He's very sweet as he helps you cook, making sure that you do everything to the best of your genuine ability.

[tswhiisftteedr]

Hey there, I hope your having a nice night or day, I saw that you wrote nsfw and was wondering if I could request something for chenya wit a female s/o who has a hard time gaing any weight, and a very skinny and tend to become insecure due to it.. and chenya "cheers" them up 👀

(I have this problem ☹ and would like to feel a bit better w some indulgence you know 🤷‍♀️)

Sweet-scented pigeon wing ☆ Headcanon + Drabble

☆RSA Student!Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker(Che’nya) x Skinny!Fem!Yuu!Reader :

Feeling insecure and self loathing sucks, but luckily for you, your act beastmen boyfriend Che’nya is here for you. And he’s going to ‘cheer you up to the best of his abilities!’

Warnings: Mature content, Che’nya is aged up to 18+ and NCR is an actually college, fingering, begging, not anything graphic(violence) reader is just insecure. Not proofread.

Note: Hi thanks for requesting, I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for, I’ve never written comfort for subject like body image, especially people who are ‘skinny’ as I’m more on the chubby side my self. (Working on it girly pops, I’m about to become a slim thick queen and you won’t see it coming, hdhhdjd lol) So if this isn’t to your taste I’m sorry, but I real hope it is!! Also some crack halfway through the smut, I guess it was to make it more cheerful and comforting, though idk if it’s good \:<

Before you two started dating, Che’nya had picked up on the fact that you were insecure in your appearance. Mostly wearing oversized clothes to hide your figure, and how you would panic whenever he hugged you out of nowhere, tensing as he fully embrace you in his warmth.

Back then, he used to think that the issues you had with your physic were temporarily, or mood related. ‘We all have those times we’re we feel low and unsure of oneself, right?’

Well to his somewhat ‘displeasure’ he was wrong. It’s not like he was mad at you for not liking everything about yourself, but more that it made him sad that you didn’t see ‘you’ the way he did.

Sure he understood the fact that being at risk of developing health issues like osteoporosis, higher chances for hypothermia and lower immunity system, just because of your weight, could make you insecure. And he also knew you did your best despite your struggle in weight gain.

The way he sees things, you can’t do much but you’re still already doing your max. So since you’re doing your best already, you shouldn’t worry to much about it.

He doesn’t expect you to change your opinion towards your body from one day to the other, even when you got together, he still saw the hesitation behind your eyes whenever he would compliment your looks.

But he did feel proud of the way your gaze slowly shifted through time, how you would look less ‘untrusting’ of his words after each time he would call you beautiful, cute, lovely, hot, ‘sexy mama~’, etc. The way you would wear clothes that were a bit more your size after each interaction, the way you felt more comfortable when he touch and caress you.

He knew your self doubts were still present, though he also knew that they were less dominant in your mind. As if every time he would hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, make out with you, those thoughts would be push further and further away.

Of course there were the days where those thoughts would resurface, hitting you with a wave of sadness and self loathing. Maybe someone had said something about your looks, maybe you weren’t so sure about you were wearing halfway through the day, or maybe it just one of those off day. The ones where you felt like shit no matter what you did, from the moment you awake, to the one you would fall asleep.

In cases like this, your lovely cat boy of a boyfriend would help by bringing your moral up, in his own very special way~

☆ more under the cut. ☆

You and Che'nya were hanging out in Heartslabyul’s rose maze, he had snuck once more to spend sometime with you. The both of you were laying down on the grass, staring at the clouds. When he turned to sneak a glance at your oh so beautiful face, he noticed a look of somewhat unease and despair on your face, so he decided to do something about it.

He knew what that faced meant, so he scouted closer to you slowly, his movement almost silent due to the soft grass under his body. His hands reached out suddenly, wrapping around your waist gently yet firmly before he lifted both you and himself off the ground effortlessly.

Now with you in his arms, without warning, he carried you towards the magic mirror in the dorm.

You soon found yourself back at your dorm, the ramshackle.

Once inside, he placed you down on the bed, keeping hold of one arm over your head while using his free hand to undo your buttons and zippers without hesitation.

Within moments, he had ripped your clothes apart revealing your naked body in all its glory. The sight of your figure and softness sent waves of desire coursing through him.

"You know, its pretty inconvenient for me not knowing when you’ll be down in a slump." He told you in a cheeky manner, obviously not serious. You can always count on Che’nya to tease in any given situation. “But it’s not all so bad, after all, when your like this I get to play with you.” he murmured against your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin. “Though I would prefer it if it just some random fun, not me having to fuck into you just how perfect you are.” He told you with a rather serious tone, different from his usual one. Thought the softness behind his eyes told you, he wasn’t blaming or reprimanding you. He just wish you could see what he saw when he would gaze at you. But before you could think on that for too long-

"Now, lie back and enjoy yourself." Che’nya spoke out in his usual oh so casual tone.

With that said, he pushed your legs apart wider than they wanted to go and started playing with your ‘sweet-scented pigeon wing’ as he would call it.

Wait- the hell?! “Sweet-scented pigeon wing”, where does that even come from, like what the actual f- oh, right, you remember now.

Sweet-scented pigeon wing from potionology, it’s also known as Clitoria fragrans hence their vaginal shape. What a fucking bastard that he is for calling your coochie that!

Well at least if you had any doubts about sex, your mind was now well off them. But before your mental insulting and name calling of your boyfriend could continue anymore, it was abruptly cut short, by the one you were previously cursing out.

As Che'nya touched your sensitive areas, you could feel a mix of pleasure and shock coursing through your body. His cold hands contrasted with the warmth that was beginning to spread between your legs. He teased you mercilessly, rubbing circles around your clit before dipping his fingers inside of you. Every move sent waves of ecstasy throughout your entire being, making it hard for you to resist him.

In response to his actions, you arched your back involuntarily, moaning softly as he continued to torment you. "Che’nya stop... please..." You begged, but there was no real resistance in your voice. Instead, it sounded more like pleading for more.

"Feeling good, aren't you?" he purred, nibbling on your earlobe playfully. "You know you want this." With that, he pushed two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you wider than ever before. The sudden invasion caused another loud moan to escape your lips, followed by a whimper as he began to thrust them in and out of you rhythmically.

Che'nya chuckled at your moans and whimpers, loving the power he had over you. He increased the pace of his thrusts, going faster and harder until you were on the brink of orgasm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you panting and yearning for more.

"Not yet," he purred teasingly. "I want you begging for it, and obviously you got to explain why you deserve it, also you being attractive must be one of those reasons, ‘Kay!” With that cryptic remark, he stepped back slightly, exposing his erect member to your eager eyes. It was throbbing with anticipation.

You couldn't help but stare at his thick, throbbing dick, your eyes widening in a mixture of fear and desire. "W-What do you want me to say? T-That I... need this?" Your voice cracked slightly as he stepped closer again, pushing his cockhead against your entrance.

"Good girl," he praised, before sliding the head inside of you slowly. "Now tell me why else you deserve it." His pace remained slow, allowing you to adjust to his size while teasing both of them.

You bit your lower lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts. "I... umm... I guess because... uh... well... it feels so good when you touch me like this... And that I’ve been good ..” You managed to stutter out between pants.

"And?"

"And, I suppose... that I'm somewhat pretty." You reply.

"You 'suppose' that you're 'somewhat pretty'? Hmm, I don't think that's going to cut it. You need to be confident about that sort of thing, especially if you want me to start pounding my dick into you." He tells you, giggling.

You blush bright red, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by his words. "I... I-I mean..." Stuttering again, you gather your courage and look him straight in the eyes. "I'm beautiful, okay? Okay?"

His grin widened as he heard these words leave your lips. "That's more suitable," he praised. He increased his pace little by little, gradually thrusting deeper inside of you. Each powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to maintain composure.

"You smell so damn good," Che'nya groaned, burying his face in your neck and sucking on your tender skin. His hands moved downwards, once more, grabbing your legs firmly and spreading them wider apart, exposing your wet and needy pussy to his hungry gaze. "Yes, you are perfect, there’s no other way to think about it."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. "I... I mean, I—!"

Before you could finish your sentence, he thrust himself fully inside of you without warning, stretching your tight hole to accommodate him completely. A cry of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from your lips as he began to move steadily, claiming you body inch by slow but powerful inch. Each time he pulled out slightly, only to push back in deeper than before, hitting your G-spot just right, sending waves of intense ecstasy coursing through your entire being.

"That's better," he praised between heavy breaths. "You sound so much better when you aren’t worrying about how you look, but instead of how deep I’m fucking you." He said that last part with a snicker.

You moaned in pure ecstasy as he continued to thrust into you, his thick member stretching and filling up every inch of your tight passage. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much for you to handle, but somehow, you wanted more.

"Oh god, Che'nya," you cried out, arching your back towards him. "I want... more..." Your words came out breathless and desperate.

He picked up the pace even faster, pounding into you relentlessly. Each powerful thrust caused a loud slapping sound against your sensitive flesh, adding an erotic rhythm to their passionate dance. His hands gripped tightly onto your legs, leaving marks on your skin as evidence of their intensity.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take all of me." Owing to his size, each deep penetration felt like hitting a new level of pleasure that left you begging for more.

Feeling his orgasm building up inside of him, Che'nya slowed down slightly, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped from your lips. "I can feel how close you are too," he panted between breaths.

"C-Come with me..." his voice cracked as he spoke those words, urging you to reach climax alongside him.

The feeling intensified beyond anything you could have imagined, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. And then, just when you thought it couldn't get better, another powerful thrust sent waves of pure bliss coursing through your body, sending you over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your entire being shook with intense pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you, leaving you completely lost in the moment.

As for Che'nya, he held on tightly, his own release drawing near. With one final, forceful thrust, he let out a primal growl, burying himself deep within you to the hilt. Quickly pulling out, his hot seed spurted forth, painting your stomach and chest with thick, sticky cum. He stayed there for a moment, observing his work. “See, your such a lovely thing.” Was all he said while looking at your fucked out face and and cum cover body.

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Can u make f!Yuu that goes to the all princess school but a prince fell in love with her not knowing she was destined to marry a one of the dorm leaders but she is happy because she gets a happy ending so she rejects him infront of every guy and girl as there in shock and she explains why and the dorm leaders react to her saying that she is Destined to marry a villian

I Already Found my Happily Ever After

Author's Note: I am starting out with three and complete the other four later. Please remember the 3-character limit per request. If I ever write about female reader, they will be strong.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, and Azul x Female Reader

Part 2 (Jamil, Vil, Idia, & Malleus) Part 3 (Kalim, Rook, & Lilia)

It was a joint school get together or basically what prom would be with several academies together which was an upside for you and your lover. You barely have had the time to see each other since both of you go to different schools and your school would rather affiliate themselves with the Royal Sword Academy than Raven Night College. 

When the event was announced, the headmistress advised everyone to be on their best behavior and if anyone from another school tried to force themselves, you had full permission to take care of the problem or find an instructor. Yeah, your headmistress had zero tolerance for assholes. She also mentioned that it was NRC's turn this year to  

You met up with each other at the event and your lover was dressed handsomely as he stood out in the crowd. You both decided to have a nice night, wanting to enjoy the time with each other. He complimented you on your attire and gave you a kiss on the cheek before escorting you to the main hall where the event was being held. 

At some point, you stepped away to use the restroom and right as you were on the way to return, a figure stepped into the middle of your path which made you stop. 

“My humble apologies, but I couldn’t help ignoring your gorgeous self and was wondering if I could possibly have this dance as your date.” He started bowing and held his hand out. 

“Sorry, but I’m here with someone,” You decline politely, stepping around him to continue on your way and only get a couple feet away before he spoke again.  

“What could be better than dancing with a prince and possibly your future true love?” He said, causing you to freeze as others paused and watched the interaction.  

“What could be better than that, you ask?” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Dancing with my betrothed.”  

“Who could he possibly be? Possibly from RSA?”  

“Nope, he goes to NRC.”  

“A villain?! Are you mad?”  

“Nope, I’ve always loved the villain more than the hero. Perhaps all the other girls, fawning after you, will take up your proposal.”  

You walk off, leaving many people’s jaws on the floor as you made your way over to your beloved who saw you publicly humiliate some prince. 

Riddle 

He was flustered after hearing the entire thing and stuttered a bit because he just saw you publicly reject a student from RSA and chose to stay with him. 

He feels proud and happy that you would rather stay with him than run off with some prince. Gracefully, he bows and takes your hand before kissing your knuckle before escorting you to the dance floor. Internally, he was celebrating and was applauding you for standing up for yourself.  

He was a bit panicked when you talked back to his mother once and stood your ground. It took him a while to get used to it and after a while, you would occasionally do the whole "he asked for no pickles' ' a couple of times. He introduces you to Trey and Che'nya, who coincidentally keeps you company whenever your school and RSA get together for some sort of event. 

Che'nya has kept Riddle informed of all the boys at RSA who have tried to "wow" you and every time, you rejected them, and you tell your classmates that you already found your happy ever after.  

He was worried your opinion would change when he overblotted and the level of worrying got worse when he woke you sleeping in a chair, next to his bed. When you woke up, he was ready for you to break off your engagement and had a whole speech before you kissed him and told him he was stuck with you.  

His heart melted at the compliment and was flushed before telling you that he was going to confront his mother about everything she did while he grew up. Trey and Cater showed up with a small group of new boys and a cat. 

You thanked them for saving him and looking after him before bluenette asked who you were and told them you are Riddle’s fiancé. The three new faces’ eyes widened, and jaws dropped as the calmer one of the four just nodded. After that, you make sure to have a small study call with Riddle and check on him to make sure he’s okay. When winter break came around, you were waiting for him in your hometown and told him that you had your family on speed dial in case his mother became violent. He just smiled brightly and took his hand in yours before walking back to his house, readying to face the beast. 

If there was to be one thing that came out well with his mother’s involvement, it was the betrothal between you two. He hopes you will stay by his side in the future.  

Leona 

Smugish face, he has made ever since you two met, and lets out a hearty chuckle as he approaches before holding his arm out for you to take before you both strutted away from the unknown prince. 

One of the many things he cherished about you was your bite and he remembers the first time you returned his snide remark with your own. The appalled look of his parents when they watched you two interact after meeting each other for the first time while your father chuckled as your mother would light lecture you later. Overtime, it was fun to have you around, especially during the gatherings you both had to attend. 

Even during some of those, some noble's son tried to propose and sweep you off your feet before failing. This even happened to Leona, he either let them make their case or refuse. 

After a while you two would bet who would approach either of you to try to come between you two. 

"They seem to get bolder, but never learn." You spoke under your breath, causing Leona to chuckle. 

"I'll wager you're right, my queen." He kissed the crown of your head before continuing to lead you to the botanical garden for a nightly walk. 

Azul 

Internally, he has stopped working and wants to disappear to his octopi while he hides his small blush by pushing up his glasses. He wishes he had your boldness sometimes, but he remembers he'd rather leave bold moves to you. 

You both met originally when he was somewhat getting bullied while the twins weren't around. They were threatening him before you showed up and showed them you weren't going to put up with their shit. Afterwards, he thought you would want something in return and all you said was his friendship which stunned him. He decided to see how long you would stick around, thinking it would be short time. 

Welp, he was wrong because you became part of the small trio and stuck next to Azul more than the twins. You knew a majority of things about him, yet he knew nothing about you and when asked, you would tell him you had a family and lived down the way from his home. His mother decided to have a business meeting with a local restaurant owner to see if they would be interested in working with her. Azul questioned why she wanted him to come along and was told that they had a daughter around his age.  

To his shock when he saw you, sitting next to the owner of the restaurant and having a light conversation before noticing the shocked octopus. You revealed everything to him, and a majority of the evening was you two talked the night away without noticing the two parents who saw the small spark between you two as you lightly teased Azul. 

It would be a couple of months later before a suggestion of being engaged to one another came up which didn't surprise you since Azul mumbled something about marrying you while you two were studying. Nothing really changed between the two of you other than occasional dinner dates and close family teasing you two. Of course, there were moments where you two would argue and walk away from each other for space before either one of you or both of you would come together to talk it out.  

The same routine would happen when you two were studying at different academies. You both would text and send each other small trinkets or gifts that reminded you of each other. Every now and then, you two would meet up somehow to spend time with each other. 

Azul held his hand out to you before kissing you gently on the cheek, causing you to smile. He led you to the dance floor before dancing the night away with you. 

[riostwsty]

>> "Cartas em viagem II" <<

> Contexto: o pessoal entrou em férias, mas ainda querem manter o contato com você! Mensagens de texto são rápidas e convenientes, mas cartas escritas tem seu próprio charme, não? Quem sabe não te enviam um presente via super rápido sedex mágico? <

Palavras-chave: cartas curtas, fluff, leitor sem gênero mencionado/ gênero neutro, g/n, leitor implícito como Yuu/MC,

Personagens: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce

Avisos: Carta do Ace brevemente menciona eventos do capítulo 4; menções do capítulo 1; menções de comida; relacionamento entre leitor x personagem não explicitamente estabelecida. independentemente de ser platônico ou romântico, eles gostam do leitor ;)

> Prévio: scarabia

>> Riddle Rosehearts:

Prezados líderes de dormitório de Ramshackle,

Espero que esta carta os encontre bem. Melhor do que estiveram na última temporada de férias, ao menos.

Recentemente estive procurando por algo interessante a se fazer neste feriado. Convencer minha mãe a visitar outros lugares fora de nossa cidade está provando ser uma tarefa particularmente difícil. Sempre foi. Voltar para casa nunca me entusiasmou muito desde que fui aceito em NRC. Nada mudou aqui, os arredores se parecem os mesmos desde minha infância, um tanto entediante para mim, mas talvez venha a ser interessante para um visitante de outro mundo. Te convidaria para passar a tarde em casa, mas receio que ainda me levaria alguns anos para estabelecer a mínima ordem necessária para isso nestas condições.

Não é minha intenção te aprofundar no tópico de como andei lidando com minhas consequências pessoais pós overblot, resumidamente, é complicado. Mas percebi algumas pequenas mudanças para o lado positivo, em minha opinião. Passei a sair de casa "em segredo" de certa maneira. Normalmente digo que tenho afazeres pela cidade, mas cá entre nós? Uso a maior parte deste tempo para vagar sem rumo pelas ruas que nunca fui autorizado a explorar, estas normalmente seriam porque estavam cheias de confeitarias e lojas que certamente me chamariam a atenção quando criança. Me esqueceria admirado as vitrines, "perderia tempo" em outras palavras. Mas agora tenho todo o tempo do mundo a perder, então não me preocupo.

Che'nya também voltou para casa, estivemos nos encontrando com frequência, colocando assunto em dia depois de tanto tempo distantes. Foi em um destes encontros que passamos por uma loja de acessórios local, e um dos alfinetes de lapela na vitrine me chamou a atenção. Irei o acrescentar junto à carta, você pode notar que o design do pin é semelhante às cartolas vestidas pelos fantasmas de Ramshackle. Eu mesmo normalmente utilizo estes acessórios para enfeitar a gravata do uniforme. A estilização fica por sua conta. Pensei em comprar um para o colar do Grim também, mas tenho o pressentimento de que aquele gato vá o engolir em algum momento. Trarei biscoitos para compensar, assim que as aulas voltarem. Pergunte a ele se tem preferência, as confeitarias locais se especializam nos com confeitos de morango... mas também temos torta de limão, mirtilo, frutas amarelas...

Pensando bem, sua visita para casa não precisa esperar tanto, apesar do que disse no começo da carta. Tenho que te mostrar os doces que eu e Che'nya andamos experimentando. Se entrarmos em encrenca por conta disso, deixe que eu resolva. Acho que ter você por perto é mais importante do que consequências pequenas e insignificantes. Eu as entendo melhor agora.

Com os melhores cumprimentos,

Riddle Rosehearts ♕

>> Trey Clover:

Certo, tentativa número... 5? Já perdi a conta pra ser sincero

Tudo bem? Sou eu. Estive pensando por tanto tempo no que escrever nesse pedaço de papel, e acabei gastando a maior parte da minha tarde enfurnado no quarto, me perguntando de que jeitos poderia convir meus pensamentos numa carta para você, de um jeito que não soasse... estúpido? Cafona, talvez? Mas depois de um tempo percebi que essa meio que é a natureza de escrever uma carta, sem ofensas à quem normalmente as escreve, claro.

De qualquer maneira, deveria te contar o que anda acontecendo comigo recentemente. Achei que nessas férias ficaria ajudando na confeitaria da família, como sempre. Gosto de passar meu tempo lá, o cenário da cidade, o ambiente e tudo mais- me deixam calmo, e ignore se soar clichê, mas é provavelmente meu lugar favorito nesse mundo. Você acredita que os clientes regulares da minha infância ainda frequentam nosso estabelecimento? Toda semana praticamente, suponho que para manter o bom e velho sentimento de nostalgia, e não os culpo.

Mas é... acabou que nesse período de férias fechamos a loja um pouco mais cedo que o esperado. Minha família decidiu fazer uma viajem de 3 horas de carro até uma certa cidade turística, para comemorar meu terceiro ano em NRC, por algum motivo, eles consideram este uma época muito importante pra minha formação acadêmica. Não é como se fosse parar de estudar depois do terceiro ano, mas quem sou eu para contestar? Talvez eles só tenham uma superstição com o número 3, vai saber. Atualmente, estou escrevendo do meu quarto da pousada, enquanto meus pais andam pela cidade, procurando por um restaurante chique ou algo assim. Eu mesmo tive a liberdade de explorar algumas lojas próximas sozinho, e acabei te comprando algo também.

Uma caneta tinteiro, parecida com as que o colégio fornece para os alunos. Pensei que seria legal ter uma própria, considerando que o diretor não tenha te presenteado uma até hoje. E mesmo que não consiga usar mágica, o cristal desta é só de decoração, e até que é mais bonitinha, comparada com as de NRC, não acha? Os vendedores disseram que os detalhes em torno da joia foram feitas à mão, então tecnicamente é um modelo único, e acho que esse fator se encaixa com suas circunstâncias– quero dizer...

Desculpe se isso soou ruim. Eu só gostaria que o colégio te incluísse mais nesse quesito, se é que me entende. Sendo você e Grim os únicos alunos vivendo em Ramshackle, os únicos sem uniformes oficiais... vocês dois não deixam de pertencer a NRC assim como todos os outros. Se ter uma caneta tinteiro em sua lista de materiais escolares ajudar, então estou disposto a procurar por uma para você.

Agora entende porque re-escrevi essa carta cinco vezes? Eu avisei. Cafona. Enfim, não se sinta em obrigação de usar a caneta. Espero que suas férias em Ramshackle estejam te tratando bem.

Atenciosamente,

Trey Clover ♧

>> Cater Diamond:

Oi oiii !!! Tudo bem aí?

Juro, de vez em quando começo a pensar sobre o que será de mim depois que me formar em NRC- não por preocupação do meu futuro profissional, não não, mais por conta de o que será da minha caligrafia quando me vier a oportunidade de nunca mais precisar usar um caderno. A única razão da minha letra não estar horrível aqui agora é graças ao professor Trein, que não para de escrever coisa na lousa, e que não admite nenhuma foto dela se quer, caso não dê tempo de copiar. A qualquer oportunidade eu trocaria folhas de papel por digitar tudo no celular, de verdade!

Mas então você deve estar se perguntando. "Cater, desde que você entrou de férias não recebi nenhuma mensagem sua. Tá morto, é???" Pois não, não estou morto ainda. Na verdade, queria bolar algo mais complexo e trabalhoso do que updates diários rápidos do que anda acontecendo por aqui. Uns dias atrás vi no magicam algumas pessoas começando a escrever mais cartas, e nelas botarem decorações e presentinhos para enviar aos amigos que estão longe. Isso é uma idéia muito mais legal, né? Vou inclusive tentar desenhar uns enfeites aqui e ali nesse cartão, e depois você me fala se preciso de algumas aulas de desenho

Agora, por onde começar... ah, verdade! Eu e minhas irmãs estamos nos hospedando em um hotel dentro de um parque temático já faz alguns dias. To me segurando pra não postar online, estava pensando em imprimir tudo e montar um álbum super fofinho! E só depois postaria, aí sim. Também quero que seja a primeira pessoa a ver minha criação! Se eu pudesse, voltaria pra NRC agora, só pra te buscar, para que você visse o parque fisicamente.... Já te disse que seria um bom sujeito à modelo nas minhas fotos? E sem falar que preciso de uma assistência pra essas sessões, já que minhas irmãs não ajudam em nada.

Um saco, mas fazer o quê. Ando me divertindo muito em geral, mas mesmo com a companhia da minha família, ainda sinto falta de ter amigos por perto.

Já sei! Próxima vez convencemos nosso grupo de Heartslabyul para viajarmos todos juntos! Eu nunca viajei só com amigos, uma companhia assim seria muito mais legal, né? Por favorzinho, me ajuda a convencer o Riddle??? Se ele topar, com certeza vai dar certo! Tem tanta coisa pra fazer aqui, você acha que o pessoal vai gostar das montanhas-russas? Ou dos shows... ou dos restaurantes... ou das barracas de prêmios....

Por falar nisso, vou mandar junto com o pacote uma pelúcia que ganhei em um dos mini jogos- foi tão difícil de conseguir, mas olha só pra ele. Eu simplesmente TINHA que te mostrar. Parece o Grim, né? Muito engraçadinho. Espero que cuide bem desse bichinho, só não deixa o Grim de verdade desenvolver ciúmes dessa pelúcia. Ele tem cara de quem faria isso.

Não tenho certeza de como encerrar cartas, já que não estou acostumado, mas te mando beijinhos daqui, mwah mwah,

Cater Diamond ◇

>> Ace Trappola:

E aí? Espero que esteja bem.

Sabe, na última vez que entramos de férias e nosso grupo acabou se separando temporariamente, tudo deu errado. Muito errado. Dessa vez tenho absoluta certeza que nada similar vai acontecer. Maaaaas se de repente você e Grim se virem presos em Scarabia de novo, estou te enviando essa cartinha pra te fazer companhia entre esses tempos tão caóticos. Fofo, né? De nada.

Mensagem de texto não é a mesma coisa. Não dá pra colocar seu coração em um zap e esperar que ele convenha seus sentimentos da mesma maneira que uma carta. Oh, acho que posso apostar em carreira de poeta e deixar o Rook comendo poeira. Que divertido, acho que devo escrever mais frequentemente.

Enfim. Meu pai, meu irmão e eu reservamos um hotel bem legal para nos hospedar por uma semana. Fica em uma cidade histórica, aqui no continente. É um lugar bem interessante, com um passado conectado com a realeza de antigamente. É... é bem velho. Cheio de museus, palácios e jardins. Pra deixar claro, não fui eu que escolhi esse lugar pra visitar. Nunca faria isso. Nunca!

Bem quando eu achava que teria uma folga de Heartslabyul. Eu olho pro labirinto dos jardins daqui e lembro que deixei de pintar as rosas um dia antes de entrar em férias (ninguém percebeu ainda, acho.), então olho pro outro lado e adivinha o que eu encontro? Uma guilhotina em exibição. Os flashbacks! São horríveis! Consigo até ouvir o líder de dormitório me repreendendo daqui. Meu passado não me deixa só....

Brincadeira, to sendo dramático. Pelo menos temos bons cafés e restaurantes, mas não vou te enviar esse meu pedaço delicioso de torta de cereja via correio, nem se fosse possível.

Porém.... Me sinto tão generoso hoje, que resolvi pagar com minha própria mesada um presentinho pra você, diretamente daqui, cidade assustadora de guilhotinas™

Viu? É um chaveirinho! Em formato de torta! É a especialidade local, essa sobremesa.

É o máximo que caberia no envelope, e... (ahEM!) o máximo que consegui pagar já que gastei o resto da mesada com outras coisas (ahHEM!) Espero que se lembre de mim sempre que olhar para meu presente, e espero que carregue ele para todos os lados. Use pra enfeitar sua mochila ou algo assim, tanto faz.

Nos vemos logo,

Ace Trappola ♡

>> Deuce Spade:

Olá, como está indo Ramshackle?

Espero que Grim e os fantasmas não estejam dando muito trabalho. Não acho justo que você tenha que ficar cuidando do dormitório enquanto todos nós ficamos de folga... Mas por outro lado, deve ser uma experiência interessante. O colégio inteiro, praticamente vazio só para você! Eu nem sei o que faria numa situação dessas... talvez pegar emprestado uma vassoura mágica e sair voando por aí? Ah, espera- isso com certeza vai acabar num problema dos grandes. Esquece o que eu disse. Foi só a primeira coisa que me veio em mente.

Estou passando meu tempo na casa de uns primos distantes. Faz tanto tempo que não os vejo! Quase não me reconheceram com meu cabelo da cor natural hahaha- todos nós mudamos bastante.

Além de apontarem como meus modos estão diferentes comparado à minha fase rebelde, muitos familiares também disseram que eu parecia mais alegre. Acho que a mudança se deve por passar tanto tempo ao seu lado. Posso até me encontrar entre alvoroços graças ao nosso grupo, mas por algum motivo me sinto confortável mesmo assim. Entre todo esse caos há uma paz que não sei explicar com palavras. Isso faz sentido? Provavelmente não.

Até quando você ficará? Digo, no nosso mundo. Se houver mais um período de férias, gostaria que viesse comigo. Junto de Grim e Ace, é claro. Minha mãe não vê a hora de conhecê-los. É, é meio vergonhoso admitir em voz alta, mas se isso for razão suficiente pra fazer você ficar só por mais um tempinho, acho que vale a pena.

Não era minha intenção que isso se tornasse sentimental, desculpe! Queria tanto te escrever algo de valor... é tudo que consegui pensar. Mas voltando ao assunto anterior, minha mãe anda fazendo uns bordados bem legais, e eu to meio que aprendendo com ela alguns truques (já furei meus dedos algumas boas vezes à propósito) assim como ela aprendeu da minha vó. Então decidi te mandar junto dessa carta um dos lenços bordados por mim. AH, e não é daqueles estranhos não- do tipo que avós fazem pra vestir o filtro de água na cozinha, cheio de renda- quer dizer, eu meio que estou aprendendo POR CAUSA da minha avó de qualquer jeito, mas... não é brega, nem nada assim! Eu até botei os símbolos de heartslabyul, viu? Eu achei bonitinho......

Droga, quanto mais eu justifico mais alto consigo escutar as risadas de Grim e Ace à distância... Não conta pra eles por favor, vão me zuar pro resto do ano.

Até breve,

Deuce Spade ♤

[dark-pink-fantasy]

twstpasta reblogs

che'nya!

shy!f!s/o who gets embarrassed by pda

fem!mc thas destined to be the greatest villain

forbidden love with fem!mc

interactions

pt.1 pt.2

neige!

fem!mc thas destined to be the greatest villain

reader confesses to him and starts crying

romantic + ☔ + neige

temptation

interactions

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

cheka!

latching on

cheka + 🍾 + platonic

playdate with ortho and cheka

interactions

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eliza!

holding hands

golden hair [dead link]

ACE ??? FUCKING ACE TRAPPOLA

“i’m not mad. just disappointed.”

d appointment

malleus x yuu canon??

different timeline

happy birthday!

rich boy next door

business trip husband

twst otome game

wtf is almond milk?

match-up for @/dkuuuuu!

matchup for @/cinnalock / @/heartlishshipping!

matchup for @/luchemunechika!

matchup for anonymous

matchup for anonymous

matchup for anonymous

tiny vil chibi

twst culture

grims "lackey"

deuce's eye color

mc's prononuns

interactions

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[emeraldtart]

TWST X Ben 10 (ft. Methanosian/Swampfire!Yuu)

Guess who just get back into Ben 10 brain rot?

So Swampfire!Yuu is a random Methanosian from Undertown. They were just minding their own business one night, when a horse-pulled carriage drove straight towards them.

When they woke up, they're in a dark place. They heard a voice, smelt smoke and thought, 'Oh, good thing I'm fire proof... Wait, I have METHANE GAS in me, shi-'

Needless to say, everyone is alerted by a huge explosion coming from the Mirror Chamber.

Crowley came to the chamber just in time to see something came out of the coffin.

It was a pair of legs, but not for long.

Because right in front of his eyes, the dismembered lower half regenerates a torso, then a pair of arms, and finally a head with red and yellow petals.

The people in Twisted Wonderland better gets used to this fast, because this is going to be a common sight later on.

Somehow, throughout the entire ordeal, the ceremonial robes are alright.

So after the trauma that is seeing an entire alien regenerate their entire body, Crowley asks the Dark Mirror to send Yuu back.

"This soul is a seedling from a world beyond the stars, far from my reach. This soul is not from this world,"

With that being said, Crowley takes Yuu to the library in order to research more about their home.

Crowley: You know, since wherever you came from is not listed in any history books... The only explanation is that you're from another planet,"

Methanosian!Yuu:... Yeah, about that...

After Crowley got past his initial shock and existential crisis of Yuu being an alien FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION AT THAT, he let Yuu lives in Ramshackle until he finds a way to send Yuu back to their home.

Yuu likes Ramshackle. The dead plants and weeds reminded them of their homeworld, Methanos. Which doesn't help their homesickness at all.

Yuu accepts Grim wholeheartedly, since they understand the feeling of being an outcast. Since their species has such a rotten smell (that also got worse when summer comes), not much aliens even like to be near them.

Yuu likes to garden. But every single vegetation is native to Methanos. In other words it's either explosive, flammable, poisonous or a combination of two or more. Apparently they keep the seeds inside their body, which is something.

The only exception is the plants that was given to Yuu by Malleus. Malleus give Yuu exactly one rose, and the next week there was a giant rosebush covering one wall of the Ramshackle Dorm.

Swampfire!Yuu is self-conscious about their smell. They don't have many friends outside of their Methanosian ones because of it.

Although, over time Jack, Ruggie and Leona got over it. It became a background smell of sorts, and after Chapter 3 they no longer mind it.

Unfortunately, Che'nya and Cheka doesn't. The moment Yuu came near them they fainted.

Because of their insane regenerative abilities, Yuu always threw themselves into danger.

The first year squad are unfazed after a while.

So when Yuu was smashed flat by a rubble, and everyone is panicking, they're just chilling because they all knew they will regenerate a few seconds after.

Blooming

And let's not forget about the blooming.

I personally headcanon that when Methanosians blooms, they need more nutrients so that the process become quicker and much less stressful.

They're also much more aggressive when it happens.

Unfortunately, no matter the AU, Yuu is still the prefect. So Crowley still give Yuu work to do even though Yuu already warns him about their blooming coming soon.

When the week rolls in, Yuu became much more snappy and easier to anger.

They've also been eating a lot of meat, to the point that they've been eating Grim's tuna.

They've been skipping class, so Ace, Deuce, Grim, Jack, Epel, Ortho and Sebek tries to find Yuu.

They didn't find where Yuu is. They've searched everywhere.

The greenhouse, Ramshackle, the library. They even checked the other classrooms.

So as the group go to the dining hall to rest before going back on their search, they heard screaming from the hall.

Jack smelt the rotten smell that accompanies Yuu, and lead the group to the kitchen.

Where they saw a group of ghost cooks and fairies trying to stop Yuu from devouring every piece of meat in the kitchen.

Jamil, Leona, Floyd and Ruggie are also there. Leona and Floyd tries to pry Yuu off using brute force, but even though Leona is using his claws Yuu doesn't seem to care.

Jamil is shooting magic at Yuu, hoping they would stop all of this madness. Of course, it doesn't do anything when they could just heal their injuries.

Ruggie used Laugh With Me, but Yuu just uses their vines to grab the meat. And Ruggie can't control those.

Yuu smacked Ruggie with their vines and rush out of the kitchen, yelling about how it isn't enough.

So everyone went to Crowley asking him explain what's going on.

When they find out, they were equal parts confused and equal parts livid.

Confused because all that happened... Is because Yuu is going through some sort of alien puberty?

And livid because Crowley knew and he ignored all the warnings that Yuu put up.

Fortunately, Deuce got an idea on how to solve the problem.

They first went to Scarabia and asks for every single meat available, and laid it out at Ramshackle.

Malleus helps out after he heard what happened.

Malleus: That explains why the Prefect was raiding Diasomnia's pantry this morning.

Leona: Excuse me, they did what?

Turns out Diasomnia's pantry was the first to be raid, to everyone's surprise.

Malleus just let them because he thought its just normal alien behaviour.

At least that saves Diasomnia from Lilia cooking lunch.

Now comes the hard part; Yuu.

Fortunately, they were hungry enough that they willingly chase Ace, Deuce and Grim riding on Jack and Epel and Sebek riding on horseback, a piece of juicy beef in hand as bait.

So the guys all watched from the safety within Ramshackle as Yuu began devouring the meat to their heart (do their species even have one?) content.

And then. They stopped.

And everyone panicked as Yuu's face began to peel off.

It lasted for a very tense half an hour, but they began to move again.

"What happened? Why am I outside?"

Their blooming went without a hitch, and Yuu is back to their senses.

If you didn't count the massive damage they did when they were hangry.

Kalim celebrated Yuu's 'coming of age' with a barbecue, since there's still leftover meat outside.

Yuu thoroughly apologise later on for what they've done.

[midnightmah07]

Hello Mah! ♡

I'm so excited that I finally get to talk about my "Yuu" or MC, and my oc x canon with Che'nya! ♡♡♡

I have this multi-part fic I've been writing for them, and I even made a "meet the cast" thing I'm gonna post soon so that people know what's going on (cause it takes place after the boys have graduated NRC/RSA!)

On an unrelated note, I'm not sure if I should let my old mutuals know this is my new account or not, as I don't know if they want to still be mutuals since I deleted my old account. (Plus some of them I never worked up the nerve to talk to....so there's that...)

Thank you! ♡

HELP A WHOLE FIC WITH CHAPTERS AND A MEET THE CAST??? YOU'RE SPOILING ME🥺🥺

Well, I mean, I at least encourage you to share your new account with the mutuals you did talk to! I'm sure they'd love to continue following you in this new account!

[twstowo]

Chapter 1-3 [Sorceress!Yuu x OB!Characters]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: As you and Riddle begin to get along, you decide it's time to take the next step in Che'nya's plan.

♡︎ Warning: You and Riddle have a fight

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There's nothing quite like starting the day peacefully. You rise from your comfortable bed, brush your hair, place your wig, put on some makeup (if you use it), and dress for the day. Peering out the window, you see the gardens alive with workers tending to them. Breakfast is sent to your room each morning, which you enjoy leisurely, relishing in having all the time you need. After some time, you step outside to soak up the sun and stretch your legs, observing the builders methodically bringing your vision to life.

"Proud of your design, nya?" Che’nya's sudden appearance startles you, nearly causing you to stumble. It's a mystery how he always manages to sneak into the palace, but here he is, gleefully observing with you, his floating head chuckling at your reaction.

"By the Seven, Che’nya! Stop doing that," you protest, but your friend doesn't seem bothered, engrossed in watching the workers alongside you.

In recent days, things have been peaceful. You'd had several encounters with Riddle, engaging in conversations about shared interests. You dared to think that the two of you had become friends. However, it saddened you to realize that after the construction or resolving the collar situation, chances were you'd probably never see him again.

"Thinking about Riddle?" Your purple-haired friend asked with a mischievous grin on his floating face. Your eyebrow twitched. Was it that obvious that you were preoccupied with thoughts of Riddle? "You always have that silly smile on your face when you think about him, nya~," Che’nya teased. He'd been a constant presence, showing up almost every day to tease you. The first time he saw you, he laughed at your design, claiming you'd be lucky if the building didn't collapse immediately. Since then, he'd taken to ask about Riddle and your interactions, and once he learned about the flour incident, there was no end to Che’nya's teasing.

“You're a pain, you know that?” You'd miss Che’nya once you left the Queendom. You watched as he pouted at your comment, but this time it was you who laughed at his reaction. “Maybe if I painted your face on the building, it would look better,” you teased.

Che’nya burst out laughing unexpectedly, clearly surprised by your silly suggestion. “So you do like me,” he teased with a wink, and you rolled your eyes at his playful antics.

You witness a guard approaching just as Che’nya vanishes into thin air. The guard, clearly breathless, hands you an envelope. “A letter from Prince Riddle!” You eagerly retrieve the envelope, wondering what could be so urgent for Riddle to send you a letter. With care, you open it and read its contents.

“My dear friend, Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. In appreciation for all your hard work and for showing me how to appreciate the fun side of things, I would like to bring you into my world.

Please, meet me near the rose labyrinth this afternoon.

Riddle Rosehearts”

This was a pleasant surprise, receiving a letter from Riddle. The first time you received one, you had to consult a dictionary to understand the eloquent words he used. You even suggested to him that, as friends, he could keep it simpler. Upon rereading the letter, you realized he wanted to meet you at the labyrinth. This was his first invitation somewhere. Did this count as a date? By the Seven, Y/N, it’s just a friendly stroll around the gardens. You try to compose yourself.

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

You waited for Riddle to arrive, not that he was ever late—after all, punctuality was his forte. Instead, you found yourself early, armed with plenty of free time. Walking through the labyrinth, you admired the meticulously tended roses and inhaled their fragrance. These recent days had been delightful. As you familiarized yourself with the Queendom, Riddle took on the role of a dedicated instructor, enlightening you about the kingdom's history, ensuring your understanding with meticulous care. He was indeed a skilled teacher.

“Y/N?” Riddle's voice echoed from the other side of the labyrinth as he searched for you.

“Over here!” Your voice carried through the maze, and as you emerged, you were met with Riddle's raised eyebrow. “I was just taking a stroll,” you offered as an explanation, attempting to justify your divergence from the agreed-upon meeting spot. But he simply chuckled, not taking the situation too seriously. Then, you noticed a small creature nestled in his hands—a hedgehog, its black eyes fixed on you. “A HEDGEHOG?” You exclaimed, dashing towards Riddle, thoroughly surprised by the cute little creature snuggled against his chest.

“There are more around the gardens…” he mentioned, a faint smile gracing his lips as he noticed your excitement. “If you'd like to see them.” His tone carried a hint of shyness, almost uncertain if his suggestion would meet your approval.

“Riddle, of course, I'd love to see them all!” Your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Who in their right mind would pass up such an enchanting moment surrounded by adorable creatures alongside Riddle? It would take someone utterly mad to decline such an opportunity.

With your response, Riddle's smile returns, and he guides you on a stroll through the gardens, leading to the hedgehog paradise you've been eager to see. Upon arrival, you marvel at the small creatures walking around and playing with each other. They all appear adorable and cuddly, and by the way, Riddle gazes at them, you can sense he feels the same way.

The two of you sit down on the grass, petting the small creatures as they slowly gather around, creating an endearing scene. Laughter ensues as the hedgehogs cuddle up together around the two of you. The moment feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale.

“How is everything outside?” you hear Riddle's voice. Turning to look at him, you find his focus on the hedgehogs, a slight sad smile on his face.

“It’s a big world,” you begin, unsure of what to say since you are also unaware of the world outside. "Costumes differ from place to place, climates change, and people may appear less kind or more..." You realize that your description is terribly generic, and Riddle laughs at your attempt.

“Is there a place you miss?” This time, his blue eyes focus on you, holding your gaze gently as he waits for your answer. While nothing specific comes to mind, you do find yourself missing the tea parties that Che’nya, Ace, and Deuce used to invite you to.

“A tea house!” you blurt out, struggling to articulate your feelings. “Once, while travelling, I found a peculiar-looking tea house. Everyone inside was somewhat crazy but fun to be around. It’s almost as if they make you feel like you belong there, allowing you to be yourself without the fear of judgment.” Reflecting on the collared people who faced ridicule and the fun atmosphere Ace, Deuce, and Che’nya created, you continue, “I'm sure you would love them.” As you pet one of the hedgehogs next to your leg, a sense of warmth fills the air.

“I wish I had as much freedom as you…” his voice sounds genuinely earnest. “Nothing much happens around here, aside from my duties, of course!” There is some urgency when he talks about his duties, he knows how important they are, but there is also a part of him that wishes for his life to be more than just that. “Sometimes, when I feel like relaxing, I visit an old friend. He owns a bakery in the city…” Your eyes widen as you seem to remember the person he is talking about. After all, it had been at that bakery that the two of you had met for the first time, even if Riddle wasn’t aware of it. “Oh, last time I went there, a cat fell on top of me!” His demeanour changes, and you can actually see him turning red, clearly mad about the situation he is describing. “How is it possible that people let their cats run free like that? How disrespectful to those around them!” Sweat starts building up on your forehead as you begin looking everywhere aside from Riddle’s face. This is becoming embarrassing. “I collared the owner of the cat, they deserved it!” As he continues describing your situation and that of others around the city, his voice slowly becomes arrogant. This is the first time you get to meet the Riddle that everyone sees as a tyrant, the Riddle that everyone hates. You had been having such a great time with Riddle in the past days that you forgot the reality of the situation – the way he treated you and the way he viewed others as if they were beneath him. Riddle isn't just a sweet boy who loves strawberry tarts and hedgehogs, he is someone raised to be a tyrant, someone who only allows his rules to prevail, someone who will only have his way with things. An arrogant man, and you can see all of that in his face as he continues talking ill of everyone around the city.

“You are exactly like they told me.” Riddle looks at you as you interrupt his monologue, a questionable expression on his face as he waits for you to finish that sentence, even though he knows exactly what you are going to say. “You are just a spoiled brat.” You can feel your own heart beating in your chest, ready to come out as you see Riddle preparing to collar you. “You only care about yourself and those stupid rules! Go ahead, collar me! But I will keep on talking! I will make you listen to what you seem to be running away from!”

“How dare you!” He stands up, scaring even some of the hedgehogs that run away from both of you, but you don’t let yourself feel down as you also stand up and point a finger at him.

“You want to get rid of your duties, but you don’t notice that you are the only one who can do that! You are the only one who can stop all of this! You are the only one who can free yourself from-”

“Quiet!” You see Riddle’s face turn red, he is glaring at you, exactly like he did back at the bakery, and you fear you might have destroyed Che’nya’s plan to befriend Riddle with this moment. You see him tremble with rage as you lower your finger that was pointing at him. You wait for him to collar you as you stare into his eyes, determined not to change what you just said about him. You aren’t backing down, not like you could at this point. And with that, he turns around and leaves, without even glancing back one last time at you.

You stand in shock at the whole mess you seem to have created. Unknowingly, you bite your lip and lower your head, ashamed. There is no way now Riddle would ever listen to you. You want to scream so badly, to scream at yourself, but you feel a strange hand on your shoulder again as Che’nya shows up.

“Don’t let this get you down, nya~,” he says, grabbing your chin and lifting your head. “He didn’t collar you! I think that only means one thing~” You see his dumb smile plastered on his face while you feel confused at his words. “Oh, c’mon! This means he knows you are right!”

Che’nya and his way of lighting up the mood are always such a blessing. You do understand his point, however, seeing Riddle’s furious face once again pointed at you, after you two had turned into friends, leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth. “I can fix this…” you whisper, and Che’nya pats your head, fully aware that you can do so.

You watch as your friend turns invisible, leaving you alone in the middle of the garden. The hedgehogs are long gone after getting scared by Riddle and your outburst. You feel the urgency to find Riddle and set things straight with him. All the collared people have placed their hopes on you, and you fear that if you don't hurry, they will look down on you.

Walking inside the palace, you find yourself in the main corridor. You realize that you have no idea where you could find Riddle. The two of you always find each other in random places or plan to hang out in a specific location. Considering asking a guard about Riddle’s whereabouts, you notice that strangely none of them are around. This is the first time this has happened, as you remember guards always being present everywhere around the palace grounds, patrolling or guarding specific spots.

That's when you hear a voice echoing. It's unfamiliar to you, feminine and firm. As you approach and look inside the room from which the voice comes, you find none other than Riddle’s mother. Or at least someone who looks like her. You've seen her figure in some paintings around the castle—an elegant woman with a strict face and cold eyes that almost make you bow down to her. However, the person talking, while somewhat resembling that image of the queen, looks strangely greyish. Their eyes are darker, and every word sounds corrupted as if it doesn't belong to her.

You hear her talking to the guards about the collared people who destroyed the building you had been reconstructing in the past weeks. Her words are filled with rage as she describes these people as nothing but monsters who desire to ruin all she has worked hard for. Her venomous words call them names, lower them to worms, and she states that she will only stop until all of them are truly beheaded.

A gasp escapes you as the gravity of the situation sinks in. Time is slipping away, yet the daunting reality of confronting the queen as a lone individual looms large. Defying her seems like an enormous challenge—she could condemn you to the desolate underground cells, leaving you to rot, or worse, swiftly behead you where you stand.

In the midst of uncertainty, you pace nervously around the corridor, still on the quest to locate Riddle. The urgency intensifies until you chance upon a peculiar staircase leading downward. Could this path lead to the dreaded underground cells? Your thoughts drift to the unfortunate souls suffering under the queen's reign. Recognizing the extent of the chaos you've inadvertently caused, you resolve to follow the stairs, navigating cautiously to avoid detection by any vigilant guards that may be lurking nearby.

Upon arriving in the dungeon, you realize the number of people down there. They stare at you with your noble clothes, eyeing you with disdain. You move slowly deeper into the place, unsure of what to say. Even if you wanted to set them free, you feared this would make things worse with Riddle, and you wanted him to change his mind about you.

"Y/N?!" You hear a familiar voice, and you gasp as you jump in your spot, turning to look at none other than Ace himself. You run towards him with a dumbfounded face. "I know! I know! This looks bad and all, but in my defence, that guard was asking to get punched!" You roll your eyes at Ace's explanation, only to notice that Deuce is also there with him.

"Did you two punch the same guard?" You ask, and you watch as Ace can't look you in the eyes as he scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed that you had guessed it right with such little effort. "You two were supposed to be helping Che'nya!" You try to make them see reason, and Ace shrugs.

"If you get us out of here, maybe we can go back to do that?" He states with a grin. What a dumbass. Just as you are about to ask how you can help them, you hear someone walking down the stairs to the dungeon.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" The guards ask, spotting you in seconds. You freeze, unsure of what to do, as you watch Ace retreat inside his cell. The guard walks towards you as you look sideways, attempting to find any excuse, but nothing comes to mind as he grabs your arm.

"Get him!" You hear Ace's voice as his arms emerge from within the cell, seizing the guard. Their head goes against the metal bars, making it spin for a moment. Before the guard can react, Deuce punches him straight in the nose, causing him to fall flat on the floor.

"Impressive..." You mutter, still looking down at the guard, while you hear Ace and Deuce cheer inside the cell.

"Hurry up and get the keys!" You hear Ace shout as you lean down to search the guard. The keys have to be somewhere with him, and when you find them, you stand up with a jump and a wide smile. Running to unlock the door to your friends, you watch as Ace and Deuce leave the cell.

"I thought I was going to die in there," you hear Deuce say as he shivers at the dark thought.

"Don't be such a baby, we were only there for a day," Ace retorts. As you walk up the stairs, tension between the two of them starts brewing. You scan for any approaching guards, but to your surprise, you spot Riddle.

Your eyes widen, and without thinking, your feet carry you towards him. "Riddle!" you exclaim, expecting him to turn with a scowl. Instead, he seems as surprised to see you.

"Y/N...?" His voice is faint but audible.

"Please, Riddle. Listen to me. I know I was rude back—" You're interrupted as he shakes his head, taking hold of your hand.

"No. I was the one being rude. You are our esteemed guest," he begins, locking eyes with you. His gaze is soft, yet tinged with a hint of fear, as if afraid he might lose you if he doesn't articulate himself correctly. "It’s not the first time I have been told that I overreact! And I have been thinking about your words and about some of the people that I have collared…” He pauses, trying to gather his thoughts. "I don’t want to be seen as a tyrant by everyone," he confesses, and you can feel the sadness in his words as you gaze into his blue eyes.

"Oh, Riddle..." you whisper tenderly. His grip on your hand tightens reflexively. You've known deep down that he isn't a bad person. "I know that you aren't a tyrant. You are a kind person. Every moment I have spent with you up until now proves that. You just need someone to guide you in the right direction." You hold his hand back, and you both share a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Riddle opens and closes his mouth, cheeks turning a soft red.

"Ah, FUC—" A familiar voice interrupts from your side. Turning, you see Ace with a disgusted face, and Deuce looks embarrassed. "This is so disgusting!" Ace adds.

"What?!" Riddle turns another shade of red, angered by Ace's language and the fact that he was caught in such a vulnerable moment. "How dare you—"

"I call the Cauldron—!" Deuce interjects. As soon as those words leave his mouth, a cauldron falls from the sky, landing on top of Riddle. You gasp and lean down to check on him, but he seems to have only passed out.

"I think you killed him!" Ace rushes towards you, with Deuce not far behind.

"What now? We'll get our heads cut for this!"

"Well, you should have thought about it before you killed him!"

You take Riddle’s head on your lap, he is breathing normally. "I don’t believe you had to hit him with a cauldron, Deuce..."

"I got nervous…sorry," Deuce apologizes, sitting next to you and checking if Riddle is fine. "What do we do with him? If we leave him here, we're all done…"

"Why don't we take him to see all the collared people?" you suggest. Ace and Deuce look at you as if they had seen a ghost. "I know this seems crazy, but if he sees the harm he has done to all of you, I'm sure he will do something about it." You glance up at the other two, subconsciously playing with Riddle's hair. The two of them look at each other, unsure of what to say.

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Pastry Shop is open, what are they getting

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Sans!Zigvolt

Assorted but small.

He usually isn't motivated to get a specific treat, but he usually gets a small tray/bin of different treats for himself and Yuu to try.

"Neh, I should charge you for this, Yuu." He chuckled, muching on his small Ma'amoul. "But, I'll let it roll off the tab this time."

Yuu groaned. "Not funny."

"Yeast (Yes), I am." He pronouncing the Yeast weirdly causing Yuu to groan at him.

"I am once again asking you to stop." Yuu pouted.

Ingo!Vanrouge

Not applicable

He's the assistant of the pastry chef, so he's tried just about everything in the shop.

"Ah, thank you for giving me some to take to the others! I know they'll love this!" The assistant told the chef who laughed at his outburst.

"You spoiled them rotten." The chef said with a shake of his head.

"They deserved it!" The latter said, carrying the package of treats back to NRC.

Crowley!(Name)

Cannolis

He just loves them and doesn't share unless Yuu hasn't eaten anything due to his dad's incompetence.

"May I have one?" Grimm asked, watching the latter slowly chewed the cannolis.

"No." He said bluntly. "And, don't try to use Yuu as excuse either."

"NEH?! I would never!" Grimm protested.

'X to doubt.' The latter thought.

Che'nya!(Name)

Cream Horns

He doesn't buy, but "steals" it from the shop. By steal, he doesn't know that Ingo!Vanrouge often pays for his cream horns before he leaves for NRC.

"What do you have there?" The pastry chef stopped him.

"Just a little gift, little chef......" He held up two fingers in a peace sign and disappeared in trace of blue smoke with his "stolen" goods.

"Hehe, I wonder if I should tell him that Vanrouge-senpai already paid for him. Maybe next time." The chef chuckled at latter's disappearing act.

EVOL!Schoenheit

Gulab jamun

He's been all over the Twisted Wonderland, finding different fabrics and got addicted to these. He honestly didn't think the pastry chef knew how to make them, but was surprised when he did.

"I didn't think he did deliveries." The latter was making another cosplay from a request by a person named Yuu who requested something odd. "Well, back to figuring how to make this "Childe" cosplay." He glanced back at the drawing Yuu sent him before popping the treat into his mouth.

Bodyguard!Al-Asim

Cronut

He actually heard about the treat from Yuu and asked the pastry chef if he knew how to make it.

"It's delicious, thank you for getting this for me." The latter mumbled shyly, eating the sugary treat and holding the bag that was filled with the rest.

"Always happy to see you enjoy yourself!" Ingo!Vanrouge told him with a small smile. "Let us know if you have any other requests." He gave the latter a pat on the head causing the latter to look a bit flustered and looked away awkwardly.

waaa pastry hcs <333 (hc that lil clover opens one up don't @ me)

yes yes sans!zigvolt being the one to just grab whatever bc they wanna share with friends :DD same with ingo!vanrouge! just a lil bunch of traumatized babies taking care of other traumatized babies

crowley!(name) indulging in their cannolis and only sparing them for yuu bc they share a distaste for their father (caretaker/boss in yuu's case)

i think it'd be funny if che'nya!(name) knew that the sweets were paid for but just pretends they don't? idk just a funny lil reverse thinking going on with the cat <3

evol!schoenheit being a lil recluse hehe. just wanna enjoy their lil pastries in peace <33

hnggh bodyguard!asim is probably really iffy on sweets being handed out bc possible poisonings but will not hesitate to eat them just bc they'd rather be poisoned than their family :((

[aeoniiii]

Trey agrees to fake-date Yuu to shake off some unfavorable gazes, but it has a secondary affect: Trey discovers how jealous Cater can be.

Trey x Cater

Tags: Fake relationship , jealousy , a little angst , pining , misplaced feelings , Yuu is not y/n , gn pronouns

Part One.

Word spread so quickly about Yuu's feats, and with gossip comes attention. Unfavorable attention at that. Yuu can't even sit in silence at the cafeteria table without being whispered about.

Trey came up with a solution. Many of them, in fact. However, Yuu didn't fancy being turned invisible by Che'nya's signature spell for eight hours every day. Nor did Yuu particularly want to eat every meal in Trien's classroom with Lucius as their only company.

"How about something to make them all think you're unavailable?" Trey says.

Yuu taps their hand and tries to stop listening to the murmuring around them. "How so?"

"Well, make them think you're dating somebody. That'll lay them all off trying to ask you out."

"I can't pretend to date one of them. They'll think I'm serious," Yuu sighs with stress in their tone. Another glance around reveals that there's a huddle of Ignihyde students waiting for their chance.

They're like vultures, Yuu thinks.

Trey smacks their elbow playfully to catch Yuu's attention. "We'll have to be convincing then now, won't we?"

Yuu looks up to see that cheeky yet reassuring smile Trey usually wears. They blink once. Blink twice, feeling water-logged between the ears at Trey's scheme to help them.

"You?" Yuu stares as blankly as a sheet. "And me?"

"Yeah, why not?" Trey shrugs, unbothered. He picks the grape off the slice of cheesecake in front of him and pops it in his mouth. "We both know I'm not into you. I see myself as your big brother, anyway and that means I gotta protect you."

"That's exactly why it won't work," Yuu sighs in defeat.

The Ignihyde students propel one of them forward. Clearly they're the winner or the loser of the bet they've staked to ask Yuu out next. The student stumbles forward, looking as nervous and sweaty as if they're approaching Hades in Hell.

Trey leans into Yuu's ear and whispers down to them, "I never said I'm bad at acting—Hey." Trey stands up.

The Ignihyde student clambers back two steps and Trey practically towers over the poor soul. "Whaddya want?"

"I–I wanna know if Yuu." They peer their head around Trey's shoulder. "Would like to hang out together sometime? With me?"

"I'm sorry," Trey says triumphantly. It certainly sounds like he's proud and boasting something. A couple of other students turn their head down the table to listen. "Yuu is already spoken for."

What? Did I hear that right? Yuu is taken? By who? The gossip starts again.

Oh God, this could be even worse than all the rumors from before.

Trey straightens his back and stands up right. He places a hand on Yuu's shoulder and they try not to sink down to the table with the heavy weight all eyes on them.

Trey grins victoriously. "By me. Trey Clover."

[minzart]

Yuu, crying after reading a 'Yuu x reader angst' fanfic (made by Che'nya)

Yuu: *Wipes tear* Whoever made that *Sniffels* your amazing at what you do *sniffles*

While Rook is the musy romance writer, Che'nya being the angst one is something I didn't know I needed