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twistedpoisonoushearts · 7 months

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Characters: Octavinelle trio, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Synopsis/tags: Reader goes on a date with someone they don’t know very well, but couldn’t say no. The person tries to humiliate them but they forget they are in the monstro lounge, relationship not established, friends to lovers(?)

Notes: I have no clue what to put for a title, request if I have it open please! I'd love to write more!

"Great! So meet at the monstro lounge? Right after school."

Those were the words you heard only a few hours ago.

Mumbling curses under your breath as you made your way to the lounge you continued to wonder why you accepted this students ask for a…date.

They stood in front of you only hours ago. A grin and flowers in his hand. Not to mention the fact that he asked you in a date in front of many students in the hallway.

Why couldn't you have just said no? You asked yourself, the answer clear. Pushover. People pleaser.

Maybe if these issues weren't so prominent then you'd be able to stand your ground against the bird-man more. Maybe you'd even be able to prevent Ace and Deuce (and Grim) from causing trouble practically everywhere they went.

Alas, here you were, messing with you uniform nervously as you entered the lounge. Scanning the room you debated leaving-but that would be standing up your date. Which would…make you feel guilty.

So you walked over to his table with a forced smile on your lips and took the seat across from him.

He began to talk and even though you (sort of) tried to listen, you couldn't force yourself to listen to him.

Until you caught wind of his unfriendly grin and suddenly water-ice cold bone chilling water-cascaded down every inch of your being. You gasped at the chill.

Not a single dry spot. You were utterly drenched and near shivering.

You groaned, "My uniform!" You grumbled and shot your head up to the male who was laughing, two other males joining his side in laughter.

"You-you really thought I liked you?" He laughed with his friends and you didn't even bother to hold back an eye roll. "You, the magicless student who doesn't belong anywhere." Your gaze narrowed.

He continued to speak but you merely stood and grabbed your bag. He was not worth your time and how you wished you never gave it to him.

There was a thought in the back of your head asking where the tweels were. Surely they wouldn't allow this kind of publicity to be allowed in the cafe…

So when you saw his face change into fear, you didn't have to look behind you to know who it was.

Jade

"I suggest you leave the premises." He purred. A smile on his lips, but it sent chills up your spine. It wasn't even directed towards you.

The nameless student's eyes went wide but for some stupid reason, stood his ground. "Oh please. You're going to defend this magicless freak?"

"Yes." He said, "I am."

He rolled his eyes, "They deserved it."

"So if the Prefect here deserves to be bullied...then according to your logic...you deserve something as well." An eerie smile appeared on his lips.

"I-I'm out of here." Then the student ran with his friends.

"My my." Jade clicked his tongue, "How do you always get wrapped up in horrid situations."

You shrugged.

"My apologies for you having to deal with such inconsiderate people." He waved his wand and you were instantly dry, "How about a drink? It's on me."

He offered his hand and you looked into his heterochromatic eyes that you could never quite read, "Sure."

He was definitely going to have a deeper conversation with that student later.

Floyd

A sharp gasp behind you, "Shrimpy!" Then arms wrapped around your torso, holding you in a tight hug.

He glared at the student, "You dare do this to my shrimpy?" He released you and pushed you behind him, "My you're just asking to get squeezed." He laughed.

The student took a step back on edge, but didn't respond.

"Sheheee...why are you backing up?" He smiled, showing off sharp teeth, "I only want to squeeze you to death."

At that, the student booked it. Sprinting out with his friends behind him. Floyd was about to follow when you grabbed his arm. He very well could've shaken you off due to his strength, but he stopped and turned to you.

You sighed, "Don't. It's not worth it. It's my naivety that got me in this situation." You brushed back hair that stuck to your bare skin.

"But Shrimpy!" He whined, lips forming a pout.

You sighed, "I appreciate the thought though." You said. "I probably should go now tho-oh!" You were picked up.

"Wait! You're not dry!" He hugged you, "You're not leaving yet!" You yelped but just went limp in his arms. No point in struggling, besides it's the thought that counts.

Besides, even though the hug was quite tight, it made you feel warmer.

He was going to squeeze the hell out of the student later.

Azul

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to inform you that this kind of behavior isn't allowed inside the Monstro Lounge." The male said, standing beside you.

"In fact, you are banned from stepping foot here. Along with your friends." He said cooly.

"But-you can't do that!" The nameless student protested.

Azul adjusted his glasses, "Actually I can, and I just did. Just know if you are ever here again you will regret it."

The student snarled before walking out, friends in tow.

He turned to you, frowning softly, "Why do you allow yourself to hang around that kind of crowd Prefect?" He asked.

You sighed, "I dunno I just felt guilty about not doing it..." Arms crossed you clutched your sleeves in your hands, water continuing to drip on the floor.

He didn't respond, he only took out his pen and waved it. A breeze of air ruffled your clothes and tickled your skin. When it passed, you realized that you were completely dry.

"Perhaps there needs to be a contract where you don't say yes to everything." He softly smiled.

Your raised a brow, "The catch?"

"A uh..." his cheeks flushed, "a date with me?"

You grinned, "Well wouldn't that just go against the 'contract'?" You gave him a wink, heat rushing to your cheeks, "I'd love to."

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#gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland #twst #x reader #fluff #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #relationship not established #friends to lovers ish?

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 month

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Ghouls Rule except its not Jackson who wants to fit in with the Normies, but Holt.

Between the two of them, Jackson embraces the Monster world. He's a mad scientist, he's fascinated by the supernatural and the werid.

But Holt, Holt wants to be a regular person. He wants to make friends and DJ at parties.

He's happy with his place in the Monster World of course, but Holt is still part Normie and wants to explore his heritage.

But he's always been banned from going to the Normie world.

Jackson's got no interest for it, but Holt does. So when they have the chance to attend a Normie school, Holt pleads with Jackson to see what Normie school is like.

Jackson hates every second of it. He's a lot more cynical, a lot more realistic and aware of how Normies treat those that don't fit the standard.

And Jackson has never fit the standard, not as a Normie and not as a monster.

But he puts up with it, because it let's Holt live vicariously through him and his experiences. Holt's eyes light up even it it's so mundane it hurts and that's enough for Jackson.

He gets to live through both worlds while Holt is confined to one, it's the least he can do.

It falls apart when Jackson attends a party, because Holt convinced him and the headphones he's wearing are yanked off.

Holt is revealed and he's chased out, called the most awful insults and ends up in tears. Because he never expected this, why are they treating me like this?

Sure he knows Normies have a vendetta against monsters but... Hearing it and experiencing it are so different.

... Why do they hate me?...

Jackson, in their shared mindscape embraces him. Holt cries, clinging onto him and tells him he's sorry.

Because he's witnessed first hand what Jackson receives on the regular in the Monster World.

He's never faced this kind of discrimination before, and he's so sorry for putting Jackson right in a situation he was uncomfortable with from the start.

Jackson comforts him, and says he forgives him but its not Holts fault. In a perfect world they would get to live in both Monster and Normie society, but that's not the case.

And he agreed to this, so they can both take the blame.

"Jax... I wanna go home."

"I know, I'll get us out of here."

Jackson manages to escape the mob, though he does get hurt along the way. Because angry mobs do be angry.

He ends up back at Monster High, and immediately all his friends surround him in concern.

They've been looking for him and Holt everywhere. Heath, of all people hugs him in relief and starts ranting about how you're parents have been worried sick man.

Everyone chimes in they were all worried

"and so was Heath"

"I was not! I just didn't wanna get in trouble with my aunt and uncle!"

"Liar, you were the first one worried."

And Jackson cries.

It's not just him, Holt is too because they're back where they belong. Back with the people who love them, who accept them for who they are.

Jackson gets patched up, stops a few murders by talking all his friends out of getting revenge.

He tells them not all Normies think that way, just like not all monsters do. He's used to this, Holt is not and it's a bit of a wake up call for everyone else.

Bloodgood reminds Jackson and Holt that monster, Normie or both they will always have a place at Monster High.

There is an event on Halloween night but it's not the monster normie dance from canon.

"Guys, I appreciate the invite but i can't attend a party." Says Jackson, Frankie smiles. "Trust us, I think you'll want to see this."

He follows them, expecting loud music to knock him off his feet. But that doesn't happen, there's music playing but it's softer, quieter.

Jackson remains, he's suprised. Deuce tells him it was Holts idea and Jackson finds himself back in his mindscape.

Finding Holt smiling before him. "I know what you said, but I still wanted to make it up to you. You let me see the Normie world, and I wanted to show you the monster world you've been missing."

Jackson looks at him in suprise "you... You threw me a party?" Holt nods "sure did, everyone pitched in. And I might not be DJing in person but I picked all the songs."

Jackson hugs him and Holt instantly hugs him back.

"I can't believe you cramped you're style for me." Holt snorts, shaking his head "it's not my style but it's just as killer." He grins, gently pushing him away.

"Now shoo, go have fun. Dance till your socks fall off."

And he does, Jackson laughs and dances with his friends. In the back of his mind he can Holt cheering him on and singing along.

They're home, they are well and truly home.

#ghouls rule #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #monster high #monster high gen 1

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 3 months

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Jellyfish Mer Yuu-Heartslabyul

Riddle

he likes to use you as a threat against the rule breakers but he always loses his cool when he has to interact with you

and it has less to do about you as person and more how you are to similar to a jellyfish sometimes and with that he means very air headed

he doesn´t have anything against someone that isn´t academically gifted as long as they do their best and are willing to accept help when offered

but and he means this literally he doesn´t even know if you have a brain in your head, he isn´t saying your an idiot but not only did you have a hard time even learning how Humans are supposed to act you also have a lot of troubles learning in and outside of school

though this only applies to text book learning you do incredibly well when you have a physically aspect to learning

he even went out of his way to make entertaining puzzles put of some of your history work when you asked him for help

but he expects a good grade from you, even if you aren´t a Heartslabyul student it will be Off with your Head if you fail

Trey

you never stung him and have nothing against him but Trey is still incredibly cautious of you and your stingers

he knows you gave a bunch of students some serious burns because you forgot about them, doesn´t help that they are translucent and incredibly hard to spot even when somebody pays attention

that´s also the reason you aren´t allowed in the Heartslabyul kitchen

nothing against you but either he will trip over them and hurt you or he will get stung, neither is a thing he wants to happen so easiest solution is to keep you out of the kitchen

even if that means he has to deal with you sitting in the frame of the door and giving him a sad look, a truly pitiful sight…

Cater

he thought you in your Mer form would be really camable but you always swam away or tried to drown him when he got to close

did this stop him? not really, he´s pretty determined to get a good pic of you and doesn´t care that you could seriously hurt him if not kill him

Cater is the type of person who would get himself in serious trouble for a good picture and would even think it was worth it

he even withered you down enough after a long period of time that you allowed him to take a picture of you

I mean you had nothing against it but you knew it would take time and you were just not in the mood for it

and you were right it did take a long time for him to be satisfied with the picture but it could have been worse, you won´t ever tell him but it was even a bit of fun

Ace

he hates that you always try to sting him when he just wants to be funny and with funny he means being a little menace

he is so bad even Riddle allowed you to sting Ace when he get´s to much

which would happen far to many times if you stung him every time Riddle would have allowed you to

this guy would never get out of the infirmary in this case

but he does try to use your stingers to his advantage, the biggest one is trying to get you to hug Floyd and sting him until he goes unconscious

it won´t ever happen but he wishes this would happen, he doesn´t know if he´s immune against your poison or just has a really high tolerance but Floyd barely flinches from touching them

Deuce

he fears you but also respects you, he mainly fears you because you accidentally stung him once and he landed in the infirmary for a week

but there isn´t really much that makes him fear you besides that but your stingers are really long and you don´t really have control over them… well at least in Human form you don´t have control over them

he saw you attack somebody with them in your Mer form too and that was a scary sight, he even got a new form of respect for you

and he might be a bit happy about the fact your a bit slow with learning too, it gives him not only a study buddy but somebody who knows what he´s going through

he really just developed some weird form of kinship with you

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade

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hxltic · 2 years

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YOU FEEL BETTER? MATSUKAWA ISSEI

• genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)

• warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned

some fluff there too and it’s kinda long

🎶 ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz when reader goes outside for better feels

You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.

You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.

Needless to say, you appeared as the captain’s girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.

You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.

To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.

Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.

The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.

You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.

Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.

You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.

This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.

“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.

You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.

Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.

Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.

People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.

The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.

But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.

This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’

You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.

He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.

She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.

Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.

He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.

He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.

“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.

Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the complete darkness when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.

“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.

“They can wait.”

You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.

“You have to go.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”

After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”

You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.

“You want me to send someone out here with you?”

Once again you shake your head and he gives you a side smile before closing the door to go back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end; you were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.

. .

You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.

“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.

. .

You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. “This does add some vibrance to his room” you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.

You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.

“Stop.”

You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”

He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”

You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”

He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.

“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!

He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.

“They’re like accessories.”

“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.

“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.” It takes everything in him not to grab a handful, just to see how much he could fit between his fingers, and squeeze.

You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.

“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.

He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug expression, with seriousness glinting behind his low eyes, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.

“You don’t need everyone.”

He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.

“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.

“Some can handle it, some can’t.”

You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.

“Can you?” You inquire softly.

He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.

“Wanna find out?”

You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same.

There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.

So why not accept the invitation?

He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.

He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.

You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace him, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.

“You want this?”

You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.

“Do you want me?” You reply, twirling the hair at his nape.

Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”

You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. Need. He needs you. You attempt to remember Oikawa saying it, but you can’t find a memory. If he did though he wouldn’t have meant it. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?

“Yes, I do want it.”

“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.

“…I want you.”

He smiles and pinches your chin delicately with his thumb, fulfilling your needs with another slow, gentle kiss.

“Good girl.”

You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.

Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.

You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had “big dick energy,” they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.

“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.

The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.

“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.

“Can it be my wallpaper?”

You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.

Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top. Easing into it, you downed more and more, dissipating the friction with your saliva until his hand found your hair to push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.

“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you.

He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.

“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.”

You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.

You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.

Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart.

With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.

The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.

He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.

“So, what should we do. You wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.

The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.

He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.

“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.

He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), but you regret that decision. You just know you underestimated it. You need a few minutes first.

“You’re so big…” His ego was already a force, and you didn’t mean to fuel it, but fuck.

“I’m halfway. Know you can take it.”

Halfway?

Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards. He groans deeply.

Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.

“You okay?”

You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half the way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.

It was fucking hot, especially now that it felt good. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watches your pussy contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.

“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.

“Faster…”

He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.

“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”

You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.

“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.

He doesn’t.

Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.

You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”

He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.

“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“

“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”

He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hand in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.

“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”

You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.

Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.

“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, Pretty. See what I see.”

You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”

He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. He had to watch it all. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kind of scary to you how quickly you were over your ex, but once Issei was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.

“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”

He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.

“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.

“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”

“Me Issei.”

Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.

“Yeah? Who? Say it.”

“Me. I’m…” He re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.

“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.

You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He convinced himself the mental images were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.

“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”

He throbs inside before the warmth creeps into you, Issei’s hold on your figure tighter than ever. You won’t leave him this time.

“What’s his name, baby?”

“Huh.” You blink slowly, still recovering from the euphoria. Your mind was in shambles. “Who?”

“Good fucking girl,” he presses a smiling kiss to your temple. He thought it’d take a few more rounds for that to be your answer, but he guesses that dick never fucked you good enough.

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takeachillpillshawty · 11 months

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When they see your chest

Summary: prefect has ....a....noticeable ' bust'...( They got big tits.) How respectful are they of It.

A\N: the MC will be referred to as Prefect, Fem!perfect, implied chubby prefect in some parts....kinda

Heartslaybul

Ace was the first person to meet you, his eyes wandered immediately to your chest no questions asked. " A..are...are those real? " mans got a squeeze.... Mans was in heaven... He touched his first boob...( mans thought he was Denji ) he's respectful about it....he's starting respectfully he swears. Wants hugs, would do anything to get a squeeze

Ace at Riddle: Like hell I would remember all of these rules!

Riddle: I can always cancel movie night with Prefect you know.

Ace without skipping a beat: Ah, yes Rule 189. Thank you Housewarden Riddle. I'll have these rules memories by the morning, have a splendiful day my good Sir.

Deuce, our good boi....Deuce is fighting for his life. He was a delinquent not a perv, so when he saw you and Grim running to catch Ace..... Bro lost his card to heaven. When I tell you that this boy didn't take a picture and moved on, he directed, and recorded a fucking movie. He apologized, and apologized to all women out there....he melts everytime you hug him.

When you first met Riddle to vouch for Ace...he wanted to meet face to face....not face to tits....unfortunately Riddle was the perfect height to see you chest. Bro didn't even have a chance to fight, mans turned around and saw titties face first. he gave up at this point, he accepted that he will not be seeing the pearly gates ANY time soon. He ask you to stand a few feet away when talking to him, he is respectful about the situation he doesn't even want to look. It's not his fault that he's the same height as your chest! Don't hug him.... He's going to have a heart attack if you do.

Cater accepted his fate when he first saw you. He knows he's going to stare, when painting the roses he almost fell off the damn ladder because he had to double take you.

Perfect humming: Oh! Hi Cater!

Cater not paying attention: Oh! Hello there Prefect how are you doing on this fine- * turns around* DAMN!

Cater would go out with you to buy some cute outfits, overall he's pretty chill about it. Loves the hugs, practically tackles you.

One of the only few people who didn't make a big hoopla about your chest, Trey have to admit he did sneak a peek once and a while. But over all he's quite respectful about your body, he always have a snack prepared for you when you come over. He also love the hugs, your body is so soft and squishy!

SavannahClaw

Like Trey, our over sized Garfield over here only takes peeks at your chest. Leona would scold other students he catches them staring, overall he doesn't have enough care to stare but you are now legally his pillow whenever you visit. No questions asked.

Ruggie was taken aback by your appearance, respectful when it comes to looking at you. Always ask you for hugs, why? The body heat from that squishy body of yours calms him down after a day of dealing with Leona.

Jack avoids you at all cost. No, seriously if he sees you coming towards him he's leaving. In class? Moves up a row, at lunch? Sits on the floor. Don't get him wrong! He just has a weird way of showing his respects, but if had to interact with you for a class project or something like that? Stiff as a board, avoids eye contact a simple ' yes ' or ' no " when talking. No hugs, don't do it. Overall very respectful... In a weird way.

Octavinelle

Azul finds you very! VERY! Marketable! Has dollar signs in his eyes when he saw you. NRC is an all boys school with rowdy boys and them seeing you? He's practically nutting at the thought of all the money he'd make off of you. Imagine it! You, in a cute maid outfit serving drinks, and greeting guests in. He'll be rich enough to buy out this damn school! But...soon he got attached, you visiting him complementing him. He melts, he loves the hugs he gets from you.

His eye lit up when he saw you. Like a dog with a new chew toy, Floyd practically tackled you too the ground and squeezed ya! You're so soft and squishy and his hands are practically glued to your chest, He can't do it all the time due to Azul telling him that doing that in the open would ruin business. You're his personal cuddle buddy for now on. ( Riddle greatly appreciated your sacrifice. ) he always calls you pufferfish, well they're round and squishy..... Like you're tits- overall Floyd practically begs you to come over and cuddle.

Jade didn't really see the appeal, maybe it was because he didn't quite grasp the human nature to stare at a woman's chest. He does stare, but not in the perv way but in curiosity of your human anatomy, he would ask questions about human females on land and if your chest size was common. Overall he doesn't stare too much and doesn't mind the hugs.

Scarabia

Kalim naive not stupid. He knows the difference between staring and catching a peek....he doesn't stare....when he does stare, bit not intentionally. Kalim always got his mind in the clouds, so he would occasionally space out and randomly stare off. While studying with Jamil and Kalim in Scarabia , Kalim got lost when Jamil was explaining the history of magic and space out... Unknown to him you were sitting right next to him and the way he had his head leant it looked like he was staring at your chest. Jamil soon snapped him out of it and apologized profusely. Overall, Kalim has his heart in the right place and would never intentionally do it, but he would intentionally give ya a big ole hug!

Jamil is also fighting for his life, when he first used Snake whisper on you he could barley get the words out.

Jamil trying hard to stare in your eyes: Snake whisp-.......Snake-......

Prefect : ummmm....take your time.

Jamil: Shut it! I got it!.....Big titties, FUCK!

Has one eye focused on you and the other on you chest, he was really down bad. Overall, would deny looking as he's looking. Would smack Kalim for on you your hugs.

#twisted wonderland shitpost #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #jamil viper #floyd leech #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade

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faeriemirror · 1 year

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More Heartslabyul Relationship Headcanons!

So sorry I haven't posted writing since November. I really don't have anything to say for myself LOL.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is someone who takes his own achievements seriously, and that applies to people he cares about too. He’ll always be willing to tutor you and help you with notes. This isn’t because he views your achievements as his own, but because he wants you to take pride in what you’re capable of.

He gets flustered very easily when you hug him or hold his hand. It’s not that he doesn’t like the attention, he’s just not used to it.

He’s understandably nervous about you meeting his mother. Of course, he’ll eventually have to introduce you to her, but he’ll be putting it off for as long as he can.

Riddle is going to show you all of the hedgehogs in the Heartslabyul garden. He enjoys taking care of them and is happy to share his little friends with you.

Bring him tarts! Or any sweet snack.

Riddle would love to go on “study dates” at coffee shops or libraries. Maybe it’s not the most romantic or fun, but it’s still quality time.

Trey Clover

Trey’s main love language is quality time. This means that a lot of the time you two spend together is doing different activities together.

This doesn’t mean just baking together. Trey is happy to just sit with you working on homework.

With that being said, you’re more than welcome to keep him company in the kitchen.

Trey is a very comforting person to be around. He’s very calm and level-headed, so he can be a grounding presence when you need him to be.

Trey’s family is going to love you, it’s a non-negotiable fact.

Cater Diamond

Cater may come across as a little superficial, but once he starts opening up to you, you can see the real him, which is a little insecure.

He seems like the type of person to crave validation from people even if he tries not to let on to it.

He gets a lot of validation from social media, so he’ll probably ask to post pictures and videos of the two of you sometimes.

He’s a really fun person to be around and never runs out of ideas for things to do.

Cater’s older sisters will be the ultimate judge of character for you.

Ace Trappola

Ace is a bit of an absolute dingus. But we love him <3. He can be a bit dense, so you’ll probably be the one to confess/ask him out. He probably thinks he’s the rizzler though.

You’ll learn to look forward to listening to him saying things with absolutely no filter.

This probably will get him into trouble that you’ll have to help get him out of.

He might have trouble with “sappy stuff” at first. Over time he’ll learn how to communicate better.

Rizzler over here gets incredibly flustered with PDA. There are probably rules about that in Heartslabyul so you two will have to avoid snitches.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is another one who gets flustered with PDA. He’s just not used to it! Give him time and he’ll find it easier to accept it. He probably won’t initiate it in the early stages of dating unless he gets jealous.

Once he gets better at showing PDA, he loves holding your hand when he walks you to class.

He tries to be gentlemanly towards you because it’s what his mom taught him.

This doesn‘t mean he’s always great at it since he only has two brain cells.

Even if he’s a bit empty-brained, he’s very thoughtful.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #miria.txt

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dearest-siblingtwst · 8 months

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Other Sibling!reader

I was hearing this music and i thought about Deuce x twin!Rosehearts and Silver x Reader!Draconia

Watashi Koi hajimetatteyo

The song is about a girl having a crush and shy to confess even when in Dream the girl still feel they are flustered

I was thinking Deuce having a crush on you aka Riddle Rosehearts twins but didn't know how to confess to you, even though he's been practicing but when he is in front of you as if all his preparations have disappeared.

Deuce feels warmth inside him when he is around you as well as you when around him, You are in denial phase about your feelings while Deuce accepts that he is in love with you.

when you on the other hand, you love him too maybe you even love him more deeply but you're afraid to confess to him because of your mother.

you guys realized you liked each other when both of you just came back to NRC after Winter Break, you approached Deuce on the main road carrying the scarf that you knitted for Deuce, Deuce was very happy to receive the scarf you made and tried to wear it but it was not neat

You accidentally confessed while you were busy fixing Deuce's scarf and whispered something that was on your mind but Deuce could hear it.

he tries to hold his breath because he's flustered to listen to you mumbling how much you love him even though he's careless without you realizing it yourself.

Ace, Yuu and Jack who just stood watching both of you being oblivious : 🧍🏼🧍🧍🏽‍♂️

I having scenario about Silver and You aka Malleus Younger sibling when hear this song, i feel like Silver and you are Childhood friends

when the rain comes, you and Silver used to watch from the window together while hearing the raindrops that soothe your mind

if you like playing in the rain maybe you drag Silver to play in the rain outside together until you both catch a cold or flu.

You actually having a crush on Silver but too shy to admit it while Silver always dreams about you and he thinks maybe it's because your relationship is close (in Platonic Way)

but on the other hand Silver is confused by the warm feeling inside him when around you but on the other hand too you are kind of sad Silver doesn't realize the hint you gave him

you two realized your feelings for each other when you both took shelter under a tree when it was raining.

when you lean on Silver's shoulder because you feel sleepy, and he also tries to hug you to give warmth. you feel safe around him, and Silver feels he has to keep you safe not only because it's his duties of Draconia guard but also feels you are precious to him and feel afraid of losing you.

you two were found by Malleus and Lilia who were worried that both of you hadn't returned to the dorm yet😮‍💨

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indulgentandidiotic · 1 year

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Deuce, Azul, Floyd, & Idia w/ A Super Affectionate, Bubbly, & Confident S/O

Warnings: None GN Reader NOT PROOFREAD

Deuce Spade: He loves you, so, so much!! You’re just so sweet, and while he’s a bit shy about physical affection–especially in public–he still adores every one of your hugs and kisses and head pats! He’s always blushy when you’re around, probably because you always have a hand on him somewhere, and you’re always praising him for something or other. Either holding his hand, or having an arm around his shoulder or waist, or telling him he looked cute today, or that you love him soo much, etc. Deuce also enjoys your enthusiasm! You’re always happy and energetic, which he admires. You never fail to brighten up the room, and that’s why you’re like the sun to him. Always so bright, and oh so warm. As for your confidence, he also admires that. It can be hard for him to speak up about certain things, especially if he thinks others might think him stupid, or if he thinks talking about a certain thing will cause him to get in a fight. And because you exhibit all these traits that Deuce admires, he works very hard to keep you happy. After all, the day you stop smiling is the day the word perfection loses all meaning, and Deuce can’t have that.

Azul Ashengrotto: He’s blushy, just like Deuce, except times 100. PDA is a definite no-no, lest he short circuits in front of potential clients. But in private, he does appreciate your affection. Your compliments and professions of love melt his little octo-heart, and your hugs leave him feeling fuzzy and warm. You definitely encourage him in his studies and job; he wants to be as worthy of love and praise as you say he is. He’s very grateful that you’re bubbly. After a long day balancing work and classes, he’s happy to just sit beside you sipping on coffee as you gush about your day or ask about his~ Your bright and bubbly personality is so refreshing, it never fails to lift his mood. As for your confidence, he admires that, too. He always puts on a confident front, but that’s not always how he feels. He wishes to be more like you, certain of your actions and with no care for what anyone else thinks. He feels very lucky that you chose to be with someone like him, and he hopes that your positive traits will rub off on him.

Floyd Leech: Oh, he’s never been more in love! Your energy matches his most of the time, and it results in him sticking to you like a leech haha see what I did there. He’s always clinging onto you, and you seem to pay no mind. While others would try to shake him off or run away, you gladly accept his squeezes, and reciprocate! He likes your compliments, too~ He could be in the foulest mood, but a kiss and a compliment from you bring him right back to being the silly, goofy, energetic guy that he is! When he’s in one of those high-energy states, he loves hanging around you and engaging in your hobbies or listening to you ramble about your interests. You’re always so happy interacting with him, it leaves the biggest smile on his face. Floyd never finds you boring, in fact, you’re one of the most interesting people to him! Floyd also likes your confidence. That’s probably how you got into a relationship with Floyd in the first place. You weren’t afraid when you two first met, and you actively sought him out and played around with him. In the back of his mind, he’s thankful for your confidence. Otherwise, you two might not have gotten into the wonderful relationship that you have now.

Idia Shroud: My, my, you’ll be the death of him!! Deep, far down in his heart, he loves the attention you give him, but please! Tone it down, dear Seven above! You’ll give him a heart attack!! Luckily, he rarely ever goes out, so he doesn’t worry too much about getting embarrassed in public. But still, just being in private holding your hand has his whole face and hair red and steaming. You being bubbly is another great thing. You’re always so happy to see him, and so excited to engage in his interests! It’s another reason he loves you so much! It feels so nice to have your hobbies appreciated and enjoyed by others~ Idia also admires your confidence. It’s something he barely has, and you’re quite literally his lifeline. Without you, he’d probably never set foot outside his room besides when Ortho wants him to. But you’re so sure and so supportive, that Idia finds it in himself to put in the effort to getting out more. And oh, you’re just like those anime characters, he thinks. So happy, so sweet, so bold~! He thinks you’re soo cute, and he loves you, truly. It’s when you give him a bit of space to breathe, and during the late hours of the night, that he thinks of you most fondly. His heart has a bit of time to collect itself, and he appreciates all the love you give him. He’s never had anything this precious before. He’s so lucky and he never forgets that.

#indulgent writing 🍓#deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

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kirans-wonderland · 1 year

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If the Shoe Fits I'll Steal it~

Just a silly goofy idea I had at an ungodly hour of the night. Idk what this party is for but it's happening and you're participating. Not proofread. No beta we die like men.

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The ball was going off without a hitch, of course it was, you had planned it fu crowley. Food? check. Music? check. Dancing? uh sort of. Everything was set you could finally relax and enjoy the party. I mean, you didn't get all dressed up for nothing.

*brinnggggggggg*

Taking out your phone you saw Deuce's name roll across the screen.

"hey De-"

"Y/N YOU NEED TO COME QUICKLY ACE STOP MOVING ITS AN EMERGENCY GRIM NO THATS NOT HELPING RAMSHACKLE HURRY NOO-"

Well there goes your chance at enjoying the party. Seriously how hard is it to get one night's peace. Leaving the party you began to run. Whatever the problem was, it sounded quite serious. In your haste, you lost a shoe. Oh well, you can always go back and retrieve it later, your friends were more important right now.

Little did you know that a certain eel had noticed your quick exit. "Hmmm~ where's shrimpy going?" He folllowed behind noticing the shiny thing you had left in your wake. "OoOoOoOoOoO" aaaaaaand now he's running away. With your shoe.

He's a different breed of prince charming.

The next day the shoe is (obviously) not where you left it. Great. Just great. These were the shoes Crewel gave you. You scoured the area and asked around if anyone had seen it but nothing turned up. You decided to check with the information central of the school, the Mostro Lounge, more specifically it’s manager. (Azul is a gossip pls I will not back down on this)

Azul listened to your query intently but then chuckled. “That sounds more like an RSA problem… but if your issue is shoes, I’d ask our resident shoe expert, Floyd.” Oh dear why him. Your day was already bad enough.

*knock knock* “Floyddd it’s y/n can I come in?”

You’ve never seen a door open faster, and the speed you were pulled into a hug would give anyone whiplash. “SHRIMPYYYY~ You came to visit~” “Yeahmpf” you said muffled into his chest. He kept hugging. You had to hit his arm to let him know you were dying of suffocation. Maniacally giggling he let you go. “SooOoO~ Watcha need?” Regaining all breath you had just lost “well I’m looking for my shoe and I’ve been told you’re the expert” His eyes widened in excitement as he dragged you through the door of his room. “Would it happen to look something like this~” he gestured to shelves on his walls, on which there were shoes. (Yes he’s that guy) Right in the center was your fancy shoe. “Floyd….” “ Yes shrimpy?” He grinned “You TOOK my shoe!?” “uh huh!” “That’s… really weird.” You tried to reach on your tippy toes for the shoes on the high shelf but before you could grab them, Floyd wrapped his arms around you from behind and picked you up. “Nope! You’re not getting it back that easily~” “Floydddd” you whined not even trying to protest his grasp, you were literally off the ground. He flopped down onto his bed with you still locked into his embrace. “If you can escape my squeeze~ you can have the shoe.”

You should just accept your fate now.

~~~~~

Thank you for reading!

@eel-slime-supremacy for your Floyd brainrot

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twst floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd x y/n #twst imagines #twst scenarios #kirs writing desk

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 11 months

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Could I request the same but with

Jamil, Duece, Azul and Jade? 👉👈 😶

(I Love how you did Floyd❤❤ it was so sweet uwu)

Azul Ashengrotto:

Well, Azul can’t lie and say the first thing he thought about was how he might benefit from being a power couple with you. Magicless folk weren’t generally on his radar for business but he’s sure with your advice, he could probably wrangle in a few ideas that could return him a hefty profit. You can see the gears turning in his head and almost want to ask if he expects a dowry from your parents before dating but you bite your tongue, wanting the positive response first before teasing him. To Azul there are other options to weigh, like your personalities and how well you got along, and of course whether or not he could foresee a future with you. He seems to think on it a moment longer than your anxiety likes but you’re relieved when he reaches his hand out to you, telling you that it’s a deal and you’ll have to strike the terms of the contract up a little later (Note to self: make sure Azul is aware this is a real relationship and not a business deal).

Deuce Spade:

Deuce is such a genuine person, his feelings always written across his face, so you’re not surprised that you can practically read every thought as you confessed to him. He started off looking quite serious but by the end he was a flustered mess, contemplating his response; you’re a little nervous that he’s trying to find the words to let you down easy but you’d have to accept it no matter what. You’re just as stunned as he is when he suddenly reached out to pull you into a hug, telling you (a little too loudly) that the merit of a person wasn’t based on whether they had magic or not. He found you to be a wonderful person regardless and he was happy to return his feelings, looking quite proud that he got all of that out with skipping a beat (though he begins to sweat when you stay in close proximity after your hug).

Jade Leech:

Jade is much like Floyd where he’s already claimed you as his, you just weren’t aware of it yet. He was quite interested in you overall, especially as a magicless human as it meant you lived an even more different life than him. He might have a few questions here and there but they’re never quite malicious, at least not towards you. He thinks you’re cute and endearing, cupping your face mid-sentence to interrupt the more self-deprecating part of your confession. He doesn’t want such a beautiful moment to be marred by your insecurities so he makes it clear, in his own way, that he’s quite fond of you and that that’s nothing to sneeze at. When you regain your ability to speak you finally spit out the words that he wants to hear, Jade giving a sharp smile as he tells you he’s been waiting quite a long time to hear those words from you.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil had to wonder if it’d be easier to love someone who didn’t have magic. He’d certainly have a leg up on them… And you continued to show your awe of his magical skills every day, since he was quite talented and did well in his classes. It’s almost an ego stroke to have a lover like that but he does take a step back, wondering if the realities of his own situation would allow for him to properly care for someone. A relationship was a commitment but he already had one of those, an unwilling one but one that had to be fulfilled; he doesn’t quite turn you down but he does let you know that it wouldn’t be easy to date someone like him. You don’t seem put off at all, the natural glow radiating off your successful confession making Jamil’s heart skip a few beats. Considering not just anyone could do such a thing to him… maybe you were more magical than you thought.

#Disney TWST #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Azul Ashengrotto #Deuce Spade #Jade Leech #Jamil Viper #Deuce Spade x Reader #Jade Leech x Reader #Jamil Viper x Reader

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crow-stars · 1 year

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Hiyaa! I read your Ace and Deuce fics and i find them so adorable! Especially Ace's like sulky Ace bc his plan fell through just adorable. Your writing too is absolutely stunning and expressive keep up the good work!!

Also I dont know if you do requests like this but if its allowed can I request the first years dealing with the aftermath of the prefect going back home like them coming in terms with the fact that they may or may not never see the prefect despite all the things they went through, i just imagine Adeuce and Grim would deal with it the hardest

hello there dear little reader~ i'm so glad you enjoyed those stories, i'm quite fond of those two troublemakers. and i accept requests like that, yes, but you always have to make sure to read the rules and, if you're not sure on anything, always ask me dear reader.

now then... let's see what we have here;

the first year characters from the stories of twisted wonderland. and the aftermath of the prefect going back home, how sad they must feel! oh, the story this will create will be wonderful! now let's see how this book turned out...

❝IF ONLY YOU HAD STAYED❞

❦summary; good things don't last forever, people don't stay the same, places change, and you can't expect everyone to stay

♪the characters in this story; ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, grim, prefect!reader

✎word count;

❀what do the ghosts say?; reader is referred to a few times, but not solely focused on reader, format of headcanons + mini written section, angst, crying, depictions of grieving, platonic or romantic relationship (can be viewed as either), grim is also incorporated a bit in every section

☛the author's notes; i love writing sadness. it's a specialty of mine. it's also a bit of a personal headcanon of mine that the first years take care of grim once the prefect/player leaves twisted wonderland. also man, i just realised i'm talking like you died or smth. huh

☪look at the catalogue?

❛ACE TRAPPOLA❜

✧ Ace didn’t take it well

✧ He knew that it would happen eventually, they all did. But he didn’t expect it to come so soon

✧ When you had gathered everyone at Ramshackle, he didn’t assume anything was wrong. When you had told all of them, time seemed to freeze

✧ You.. you were leaving? Going back to your own world?

✧ No, that surely wasn’t true! You were probably just messing with them all! But you weren’t, oh no, you weren’t

✧ Ace was... he felt devastated. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, no, but he felt like something important was being stolen away from him. Something important to him was getting taken away and he couldn’t do anything about it.

✧ Ace was silent during the sendoff, what could he say? When it was his turn for a goodbye, the only thing he did was hug you tightly and wished you to be safe, to not get into any stupid trouble. And then you were gone. You stepped through the mirror and it swallowed your body

✧ Ace missed you, life at NRC didn’t feel the same after you. Nothing did for a while.

✧ To everyone else, Ace just seemed to dismiss your leaving, sweep it under the rug and go back to being the mischievous person others knew. The rest of the group knew different.

✧ Every so often, Deuce would find Ace sitting in the dark of their dorm, staring silently at his phone. Old pictures of you all. Sometimes he would find Ace crying, silently, shoulders shaking with every sob

✧ Ace would claim sometimes that you’d come back, come to visit. Truly, he believed that you would come back one day. But he had to come to terms with it in his junior year.

✧ Even years later, Ace refuses to talk about you to anyone that isn’t the others of the group. It hurts to talk about someone that never really existed in his world. He feels he should talk about you to the others and only the others.

❦

A hand dragged down Ace’s face as he slumped in the chair in his living room. It was late, too late and he just wanted to knock out on this chair.

“Oi! Ace, you’re late! Where’s my tuna?”

Ace shook his head and huff, but there was still a faint smile on his lips as Grim hopped onto his lap, tugging at his disheveled suit. He pushed the cat monster off his lap and stood, laughing when Grim yelped in surprise.

“At least give me some time to rest, you weasel.”

Ignoring Grim’s agitated rambling, Ace walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet where he kept Grim’s much desired food, placing it on the counter so that Grim could snatch it up. The cat cheered, ripping into the canned fish as Ace watched silently.

But, unexpectedly, Grim paused. He looked up to Ace, beady sapphire eyes swirling a bit with some nostalgia. He didn’t say anything for a bit, which was uncharacteristic of him. It was silent for a few beats, Grim gripping his still open tuna can tightly in those paws of his. Ace purses his lips a bit, waiting for Grim to say something before deciding to break the silence.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself thinking, weasel. Spit it out!”

This got a response immediately, as expected, and Grim hissed at Ace. “Shut up!” There was a little pout on the cat’s face and Ace found it amusing. Grim’s ears pressed against his head, the flames that fluttered from his body dimming a bit and Ace knew what he was thinking.

“Are you thinking about them?”

The ears perked up and Ace knew he was right on the spot. Grim only nodded, ears flattening against his head again. Ace sighed heavily, placing a hand on Grim’s head. He gave the cat a few scratches behind his ear and heaved another sigh.

“Just eat your tuna and we’ll go to sleep soon. Deuce is coming to get you tomorrow.”

Grim nodded and began digging into the tuna, flames brightening a bit. The sight made Ace smile, despite the heavy sadness that set in his chest.

❛DEUCE SPADE❜

✧ Deuce was one of the few that took it better. Don’t get him wrong, he despaired when you told them that you were returning to your world. But he understood. Or at least he said he understood

✧ Oh, how he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to beg you to stay, you were important to him, close to him. But he also couldn’t imagine the pain of being away from family, people who cared for you as much as he and everyone else at NRC did.

✧ So he was only silent, he only smiled as you left, wished you the best as you readied to go through the mirror

✧ Deuce cried that night, surrounded by the other first years

✧ He felt so unmotivated for months afterward, not wanting to do anything, even in track and field he was lagging behind

✧ But he eventually had to come to terms, realize that he wasn’t the only one grieving.

✧ Oh, when he first found Ace in the dark of their room, furiously wiping at the tears that rushed down his cheeks, Deuce felt so bad. That was when he finally realized that he wasn’t alone in his grief

✧ He cried with Ace that night and the next morning, while they didn’t speak much of it, they shared a silent understanding.

✧ From then on, Deuce made sure to periodically check on the others. If they were okay, how they were faring.

❦

✧ Even if you had left, Deuce was determined to not let the group fall apart. He couldn’t bear the thought of it.

✧ Even in the present, he’s one of main reasons that all the (former) first years still talk with one another.

Deuce could hear his phone buzzing, subtly moving across the counter as he cooked some food for him and his companion.

“Grim, could you check the chat for me please?”

The cat perked his head up from his napping spot, eyes lazily roving over to the device. “Myeh? Why don’t you get it yourself?”

Deuce motioned to the cooking omelets on the stove with a pointed look. “How about it’s because I’m cooking your lunch and if you don’t want a burned omelet, then you better pick up the phone.”

Grim glared at Deuce, even hearing a low hiss from the cat monster, before he begrudgingly picked up the phone, with a bit of trouble due to not really having opposable thumbs Deuce couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight for a bit before turning back to his cooking.

“Nyeh, they’re talking about the picnic.”

“Oh shoot, I almost forgot!” Deuce sighed, now remembering the event that was planned three days from now. He looked back at Grim, who was still holding the phone, staring back at Deuce. “What’re they saying?”

Grim looked back down, squinting a bit. “Eeeh... Jack’s asking if he needs ta bring anything.”

Deuce looked back at his cooking, wracking his brain. Ace was going to bring some patties and other meats to grill along with the coals needed, Deuce planned to bring some of the main dishes and some egg dishes, Epel was planning to bring apple pie and a few condiments, and Sebek said he would bring fish dishes. He snapped his fingers, realizing that no one had any plans to bring refreshments.

“Tell Jack to bring some drinks. Sodas, tea, water, that stuff.”

He heard Grim hum, then the recognizable clicking of the phone’s keyboard. Deuce placed the finished omelet on a plate and walked to Grim, placing it beside him with a fork. “Oh, also tell him to bring a snack for you to have when you leave with him.”

“Nyeh?!” The flames in Grim’s ears burned a bit brighter as he looked at Deuce incredulously. “What am I, a baby?”

Deuce didn’t answer and was swiftly met with Grim attempting to claw at his arm. He laughed and was quick to move out of the way. He still heard Grim typing anyway.

❛JACK HOWL❜

✧ Jack got it. He knew it would happen eventually and, now, the time has come

✧ While he wasn’t much for crying, he was much quieter than usual, tail swaying limply when you announced your leaving

✧ He was a bit clingier than usual and did as much as he could for you before you left. Jack felt sad, really he did, but he didn’t cry. If anyone asked on his thoughts, they would think he didn’t care.

✧ Jack did care though, he did. But he also cared for you, and wanted you to be happy. If going back to your original home would make you happy, then so be it.

✧ The hug he gave you before you left was next to bone crushing, but he poured all his care for you through that action

✧ Once you left, he worked harder to become someone you would be proud of

✧ There was a low chance of you ever coming back, but he wants you to not be worried about them while you were back home.

✧ He was also the one to try and gently push the others towards accepted your departure. He just wanted his friends to be able to cope well.

✧ Jack, even years after, still tries to improve. He talks about you casually, making comments about how you would have liked this certain thing, or suggests going to this one place you would have wanted to see.

✧ He talks like you’re still there with them and that’s how he likes to remember you.

❦

His heartbeat rang in his ears as he jogged, the cold air revealing the small puffs of air he exhaled. Jack paused as he reached his doorway, lifting his wrist to check his time. He shaved off a few minutes, not enough to see good results, but it was good for the day.

Opening the door, Jack was met with Grim, who was rummaging through the cabinets for food. The sound of the door opening made the monster turn, grinning that sharp little smile of his.

“Jack! You’re back! Now you can feed me.” Grim laughed that little laugh of his and Jack could only smile.

“Don’t you know where the snacks are?” Despite saying this, Jack trudged over, giving Grim a quick pat on the head as he pulled out the small baggie filled with snacks made specifically for the cat monster.

Grim snatched it up, cackling as he rummaged through the bag and ripping into a snack. Jack, meanwhile, went into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He was quick to open it, chugging the cold liquid and letting it cool down his hot body.

Looking to Grim again, citrine eyes studied the sight of Grim, messily chewing on a pack of peanut butter crackers. A thought crossed his mind, wondering if you were eating well, maybe eating your favorite snack. Jack chuckled at the thought and a somber smile spread across his lips.

Grim lifted his head from his mini feast, staring at Jack with a confused stare. “Wha’re you staring at?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just keep eating. I need to call Epel.”

“Eh?! Is it that time already?”

Jack nodded, walking to where he kept his phone as Grim whined about having to go with Epel the next morning and that he hadn’t packed, despite the fact he never had to in the first place.

❛EPEL FELMIER❜

✧ Oh Seven, what to say about Epel

✧ He cried. He cried a lot much to his chagrin. He didn’t mean to sniffle when you said you’d be going back home, but he did. And he felt so humiliated about it too

✧ In the upcoming days, Epel felt so disconnected. It was like he was there, but also not. He was still hanging out with the rest of you, laughing and smiling, but it all just felt like he was drifting along

✧ The day you were leaving, he was still feeling adrift, the hug Epel gave on the weaker side as his head lolled to lean against you

✧ In the aftermath, Epel had felt like a ghost or maybe undead. Only nodding along to whatever was said by Vil or just doing as he was told. It was a bit disturbing to see, if you asked any of his dorm mates

✧ It was only when Vil confronted Epel about it did he finally break down.

✧ He allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks and he would have felt embarrassed about doing this in front of his housewarden if he wasn’t distracted by the fact that he missed you so much.

✧ For Epel, it was a long process. He didn’t ‘bounce’ back like he wanted to, but it was still a process.

❦

✧ Sometimes, he forgets that you’ve left too. When Epel opens his messages, expecting to see a text from you, he sees nothing. Only a dated message from you so long ago.

✧ It’ll make that pang hit his chest again, but he’s usually fine after a bit.

The sun was beating down on him and Epel huffed as he climbed down the ladder, a basket under his arm and full of apples. He looked to where Grim was supposed to be, sighing softly once seeing that the cat monster was still in his spot.

Grim had his tail curled up by his face, silent as he napped silently under the shade of an apple tree next to another basket. Epel was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of the scene before him and opening up his messaging app. He had to stop himself, though, before he pressed on the contact he was about to click on.

There was a pause, a brief pause as a soft ‘oh right’ slipped past Epel’s lips. His phone fell a bit in his hands and he looked down at the brown earth. He was silent as he sorted through his thoughts, that familiar tight feeling still in his chest.

After a minute or so, Epel sucked in a deep breath, exhaling slowly just as he was taught. “Alright.”

Instead of clicking on the contact he had planned to, he pressed on a separate chat, the one that was much more active than the other. Sharing the picture, Epel pocketed his device and walked over to where Grim was. He sat silently next to him, sighing as he let himself relax. Epel sat with his thoughts as a hand mindlessly ran through Grim’s fur. He sat with all the good thoughts, the bad thoughts, the saddening thoughts. Epel let himself feel it all as he rested.

But once he was finished, that tight feeling in his chest softened to a light prick and Epel sighed. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and picked it up, chuckling at the messages he was getting from the others. After sending his own contribution, Epel leaned his head against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes.

He was supposed to meet Sebek soon, but a quick nap would do him good.

❛SEBEK ZIGVOLT❜

✧ He didn’t like it. Sebek didn’t like the thought of you leaving at all. While yes, he knew it would come someday, he also refused to acknowledge that it would ever come. But now it has.

✧ Sebek wanted to scowl at you, scream at you, yell and shout his lungs out. How dare you leave! How could you leave, weren’t you happy here with all of them? In Twisted Wonderland? He felt betrayed.

✧ During those last few days, he didn’t want to see you or even speak to you. Maybe if he didn’t see you before you left, he’d feel better about it all. Sebek dedicated himself to being Malleus’ knight more than ever during those days.

✧ Still, he had to confront the fact you were leaving, especially since, when you stood in front of him, arms wide, Sebek didn’t think twice to engulf you in a tight hug and not let go.

✧ But he had to. He had to watch you leave, get swallowed up into the murky green of the Dark Mirror and leave them all behind.

✧ Afterwards, Sebek acted like everything was fine, but he felt so numb. Or maybe he was mad, simmering with anger until it was ready to pop.

✧ He didn’t want to talk about you, refusing to acknowledge the fact that you existed. Sebek avoided his newer friends, Grim, and places he associated with you. It was a bad way to cope, he knows, but it was better than that heavy feeling in his chest, the despair.

✧ It was Malleus who brought him out of this grieving. Well, it was more unknowingly, but with how much the Young Master talked about you, Sebek couldn’t ignore the topic of you anymore.

❦

✧ He got better as time went one, getting more comfortable with talking about you or coming across things that reminded him of you.

✧ Nowadays, he’s still hesitant with the thought of bringing you up, but he won’t deny you existed, that you were a part of his formal years

“Grim! Get off of his Majesty! You were just outside in the garden.” Sebek stormed towards Grim, who was sitting in Malleus’ lap, being stroked by the fae king. He heard Malleus’ deep chuckle and bowed quickly.

“It’s alright Sebek. I do not mind.”

“B-But your majesty!”

Grim cackled lightly, smirking at the distressed knight. “Yeah! He doesn’t mind.”

Sebek felt a deep sigh escape past his lips, but he relented. “Fine... Just be sure to come to my quarters soon so I may bathe you! You can’t be disheveled for tomorrow’s meeting!”

His footsteps echoed throughout the throne room and he left Grim to be pet by Malleus. Sebek made his way to his quarters, walking to the calendar that hung by his bed. Taking a nearby pencil, he crossed out another day on the calendar.

One day closer. It was one day closer until he would have to make the try back to NRC and meet up with the others. He dreaded it, but he looked forward to it.

For once, Grim did as he was told, having eventually made his way back to Sebek’s room as the knight was running the water for Grim’s bath. Though as always, it was a pain getting the cat bathed, as he would whine and yowl about the water, how it was getting in his eyes (it wasn’t) and that he wanted out. It was always a struggle to get him bathed, but Sebek somehow did it.

Grim laid on Sebek’s lap now, dry and his tail swinging from side to side. Sebek was quietly reading and he didn’t dismiss the agitated swish of Grim’s tail.

“Are you nervous?” Sebek’s usually booming voice had softened to fit his tone and Grim only lifted his head a bit, tail pausing.

He mumbled out a meek ‘yes’. Sebek sighed, fingers running through Grim’s fur a few times in an attempt to soothe him.

“We go every year and yet you always get so nervous.” Sebek chuckled. “I am too, Grim.”

The only response Sebek got was a small ‘mrow’ and he knew that Grim had fallen asleep. He smiled softly and shut his book. Tomorrow was a big day.

❛GRIM❜

✧ Grim... oh, poor, poor Grim.

✧ He was one of the worst out of all of them in response to you leaving

✧ He clung to you, refusing to let you leave his side

✧ When you announced you were leaving, Grim couldn’t fathom it. You were his henchman! His servant, the one that’s supposed to stay with him and serve him forever! You were... you were his first friend.

✧ But you were set on going back home. Grim still couldn’t accept it, but could he really stop you?

✧ The day you were leaving, the mirror chamber was filled with soft sniffling or muffled sobs, but Grim was the loudest, yowling and hissing as Jack held onto him.

✧ You said your goodbyes to him first, but no! He didn’t want you to leave!

✧ Once you were gone, Grim was inconsolable. He was uncharacteristically quiet, he wasn’t the boisterous self anymore. No offers of his favorite can of tuna or Ace’s lunch could even get him to talk.

✧ Grim didn’t talk, only going through the motions of school. He didn’t want to move out of Ramshackle, despite the Headmaster’s offer to have him in the care of the first years

✧ He refused to leave the first place he was able to call home. The ghosts of Ramshackle did their best to care for the cat monster, but there was only so much that a spectre could do for the living.

✧ Once the first years graduated, Grim had been able to accept that the possibilities of you coming back were slim. He was reluctant to leave Ramshackle, but he did.

✧ Over the years, slowly but surely, he was able to adjust to life without you. Yes, it hurt him a lot sometimes and whoever was currently taking care of Grim would hear soft whines during the night, but he got better.

❦

“Grim! Wait up!”

He couldn’t wait for them though, excitement was running through his body and electricity was spiking through his skin. Grim was getting to go home, his first home.

While it wasn’t truly complete, it never was without you, it was still his home. It was the closest thing he had to being near you. Grim’s little feet tipped and tapped as he waited for Ace to open the door to Ramshackle, nerves wracking his body so much that Jack had to pick the cat monster up to keep Grim still.

When the door was finally opened, Grim scrambled to get out of Jack’s grasp, sprinting into the old home and up the stairs. He could hear the others setting their things down on the old couches, but Grim could care less.

He scrambled to get the door open and was thankful when one of the ghosts appeared, greeting Grim before opening the door for him. Grim rushed into the room, hopping onto the only bed that was in the room.

There was a layer of dust on the sheets and Grim could see a few dust specks fly about after he had jumped onto the mattress, but it smelled like you still. He doesn’t know how but he could care.

The curtains were open and shining warm summer light on Grim as he curled up on your old bed, comfort curling around him as he closed his eyes. He imagined the warmth was you holding him close, petting and cooing at him as you used to do before.

It wasn’t you and Grim knew this. But right now, curled up and surrounded by something that he knew as you, for the few hours he was here, Grim could imagine that you were still here.

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mall-0-ry · 2 years

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Hey so i had an idea for a twst wonderland angst oneshot. where we found a way to go home and took it just to find out that earth was gone but refused to go back to twst. could you do this with the first years?

-🍕✨ pizza anon

“ There’s always five stages of Grief… “

they’re all shuffled up, so if you’re able to line them up completely, then congratulations!

TW: SELF HARM AND ETC!!

ACE TRAPPOLA:

Y/N’S POV

“ Are you seriously still going to your world, even though it’s as good as gone?? “ Ace angrily shouted at me as he scratched his head in distress and disbelief.

“ What can i do?! I love my world…” I retorted as i gazed down at the wooden floor eyes puffy.

“ Y/N, Why would you still even wanna go back.. isn’t this place better..?! “ Ace angrily retorted as he asked a question that made me stare at him right in the eye.

“ I.. I lost my parents ace.. God knows whatever happened to them.. i want to find them.. I can’t stand the thought of them gone.. “ i sadly said as i gazed at his tear stricken face.

Ace bluntly said.. “ What if they’re already gone. “ with wide eyes, i stared at him, shocked and Angry… and grief..

“ How could you say that to me?! Ace. Would you feel happy if i told you that, about your family?! “ I exclaimed

“ Look! i’m sorry.. i didn’t know what’s gotten into me, i just.. don’t want you to go.. “ He sorrowfully said as he carefully walked towards my trembling body.

My Knees hits the hard wooden floor, as i hugged him tightly.

He may have been a douche bag but he’s correct, what if they’re already gone.. but i do want to see it for myself..

“ I just.. want to see them one last time.. even just their photo.. “ i sobbed as hard as i can onto ace’s shoulder.

“ Please.. don’t leave me.. “ ace said, as i felt my heart shatter.

“ …I’m already gone ace. “ I said as i slowly lifted my hand that is turning transparent..

Ace stared at my form as he sobbed and cried, until he woke up from his dream. it’s been a week since I left him..

“ I hate you so much.. Y/N “

“ When will you come back… to me..? Y/N…. “

DEUCE SPADE:

DEUCE’S POV:

I woke up from my sleep and sluggishly sat up.. i felt a weight beside me as i smiled gently at their sleeping form..

“ Y/N wake up.. you forgot to go back to your room, you might get in trouble with the Dorm Head.. “ I said as i patted their shoulder to wake them up.

“ i’m awake~ i’m awake~ “ She giggled as she smiled cheerfully at me, but their face turned grim.

“ How Long.. ?” they trailed off as they stared at me with their eyes no longer sparkling and alive.

“ Hu-huh? “ I confusedly let out, as they continued..

“ How long are you going to live like this my spade..? “ they bluntly said as they reaches out for my hand.. i held Them tightly..

“ Do-don’t joke around Y/N.. “ i said, voice stuttering and trembling.

“ Deuce.. i’m sorry.. for leaving you.. i just wanted to go back, even though i knew of its conditions and consequences.. “ they said as they shuffled towards me.

“ Now wake up deuce.. “ they demanded as they stared at me dead in the eye.

I gasped for air.. as i swiveled my head around the room hoping to find them.. but to no avail.

“ This stage of denial is getting the better of me.. i can’t just simply.. move on.. when they’re my treasured s/o.. “

“ Why can’t i just be with you..?”

JACK HOWL:

JACK’S POV:

“you’re not kidding on… not coming.. back, are you? “ I questioned them before they entered the mirror.

“ I am certain, Jack.. i’m sorry “ They said as they apologized. i shook my head and lied to them.. “ It’s alright, Y/N.. “ They smiled as they entered the mirror. i was then left alone with my aching heart.

I’ve accepted the fact that.. they’ll never be mine, nor they’ll ever stay..

I can’t make them stay, because i already know that the answer is no..

But i can’t help but sob at the thought that they’ve accepted their fate to be one with the stars.

“ I’ve always known that you won’t be mine, i should’ve told you my feelings. “

“ I’ve accepted the fact that, i’ll never see you again.. “

EPEL FELMIER:

it’s been months.. i’ve become even more thinner.. my whole appearance is a mess..

i just.. miss them..

Vil would nag me for how i looked for the past few days, and i completely ignored him..

i am not in the mood of Tea parties.. getting myself pretty when the person i’ve deeply admired and loved is… gone.

and it’s all because!… that they’ve found a way to go back.. to a world that simply doesn’t exists.. anymore

Why would they honestly go back to that world? it’s as good as dead, why couldn’t they just stay with me..

I stared at the mirror as i lightly touched my boney cheek.

“ I look so malnourished.. “ i sighed as i grabbed a.. short blade from my desk. i stared at it as i gulped down the anxiety.

I glided the blade onto my wrist, as blood pooled down, dripping onto the rug, i stared at it deadly..

my eyes no longer have that light shade.

it’s just.. dull, and.. scary..

“ If you were still here.. would my eyes still look the same as before..? “

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

I stared at the ceiling of my own bedroom, I couldn’t help but think of them.

I couldn’t help but remember their smile that made my heart act up.

or their laugh that made my cheeks flare in a red hue.

I.. have to admit that i miss them.

Waka sama and everyone misses them. everyone seemed to act weirdly ever since they left. especially Waka sama,

Now, that they’re forever gone, only leaving Memorable memories, that made me smile.

i didn’t notice a tear running down my face as i reminisced on the past, as i lay on my bed.

I then sobbed quietly.

my hearts aches

it hurts.

i can only scream onto my pillow, careful not to awaken the others..

“ Dear, Witch of thorns.. if you bring them back.. i promise to try my best to do anything that you ask me to do. “

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yuus-sentient-teddy · 1 year

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"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 7

Part 1 | Part 6 | Part 8

'You can't stop death from doing their job,' something inside of them whispers. 'It doesn't matter what he or anyone says. Death will do what it will and it will take him away. He may be gone right now, and you couldn't even say good-bye to him.'

'Stop,' they hiss back at the thing. The first time it reared its ugly head, they thought it was a voice in the back of their mind, another scary thought that would pop up sometimes like their other thoughts. As it began to grow and twist around their heart like a boa constrictor, they realized that it wasn't just another thought. It was something worse.

'That good-for-nothing headmaster hasn't done a single thing to help you. He left you to figure it all yourself when you don't even know what sources can be trusted.'

'I've had help. We've made progress.'

'But no solution. Hasn't it occurred to you that even if you're running through the dark, you might not be running towards anything because there's nothing to run to? That there's no light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe that's why the headmaster hasn't helped you since you enrolled.'

'I. . . I don't know that.'

"Yuu!" They blink rapidly, pulled back to the warehouse in the forest. Around them are concerned faces.

"Are you okay? You were staring and not saying anything." Grim is gazing up at them, paws on their thighs. They then realize that their teddy bear had been tugging on their shirt and pat its head, noticing their hand trembling.

"Y-yeah. I just. . ." They falter, their heart being squeezed. "How much longer am I supposed to wait until I can go home?"

There was a moment of silence. The teddy bear moves in to give them a hug. "I can't imagine what it's like to miss your family like that. I'm sorry you're feeling that way," Kalim says quietly. "And your dad too. You both must miss each other so much."

They don't say anything. Kalim puts a warm hand on their shoulder, even though there are short dark wisps outlining their body that Kalim thinks is just his eyes tricking him. "If you need a hug or help in your search for home, we can do that. All you need to do is ask!"

"And you always found a way, Yuu, even if things seemed against you." Deuce smiles encouragingly.

"It's definitely been a big help when the Overblots happened. You keep freaking out about a lot of things, but you're actually tougher than you think and have the brains to go with it," Ace says.

"Yeah! And you have me and your teddy bear. Nothing went wrong when you had us by your side, but especially your benevolent boss, the Great Grim!" He puffs out his chest with a proud grin.

Yuu wants to accept Kalim's hug. They want the reassurance that everything was going to be fine, that a solution would be found soon, that they will see their dad again. They want to be held warmly like they would hug their teddy bear, but a voice inside of them freezes them in place with its whispers.

They all say this, but the next time someone Overblots, you might not come out alive. You barely survived the last one after all.

It might not be an Overblot, even.

Your friends and classmates, they have something that enables them to survive better in this world. The battles have proved that.

What would have happened if your teddy bear hadn't been with you? It will only be a matter of time before something goes wrong.

You would not have a chance to say good bye.

Yuu takes a shaky breath in. "It's so easy for all of you to say that."

Yuu's head rises, a wry smile on their lips. "You're right, Kalim, you can't imagine that because your family is a phone call away. I can't even send a letter to my dad."

(For a moment, they feel regret upon seeing Kalim's hurt face. He was only trying to help.)

The squeeze in their heart had slowly strengthened as their friends talked. At this point, it felt like their heart was a fruit in a hydraulic press; things were starting to spill out, but very soon, it would burst into a million pieces. "And I'm not tough. I'm not strong like all of you. You're better than me. I'm. . . I'm scared."

There. They said it.

"You don't know how terrified I am of the Overblots. It's more than you can imagine. I still get dreams about Riddle's and Leona's and everyone else's, and I sometimes see one of you guys getting impaled or lose an arm or just straight-up die." Their voice warbled at the word. In the corner of their eye, they notice Jamil grimacing. Their face feels hot and tears are regathering, blurring their vision once more.

"I miss my friends. I wonder if they'll still be there when I go back. I'm afraid of never being able to say good-bye to them or my dad. . . and my dad being gone already."

"Hang on, we don't even know if he's dead or not!" Ace swiftly points out.

"Did you already forget what I--huh?" Ruggie wonders if the wisps have gotten longer or if it was just him. Anyway, he doesn't like what he's seeing. "Hey, Yuu--"

"Yuu-Yuu!" the teddy bear yells, finally getting their attention. Their face crumbles when they see its worried face. They pet its head.

"You're the only thing I have from home, but people keep pretending to hurt you. I wish you would be more careful and I wish they would just stop. I don't know what I'll do if you die. And you all!"

They glare tearfully at those surrounding them. "I don't have magic to protect me when someone shoots something from their pen! I know one of these days, I'll catch on fire because I wasn't looking and. . . and. . ." They take a breath, but it sounds more like a sob. "Brains and toughness doesn't matter if I can't protect myself from magic spells."

"I just can't understand," they say, their voice deep with grief. "We're in a world of magic, anything can happen! Multiple Overblots happened and it's supposed to be a rare thing! I could fucking die!"

"Wait, this aura!" Ruggie recognized it now. He saw it surround Leona and Azul right before they Overblotted.

"It can't be. . . !" Kalim says almost breathily, eyes wide in fear and concern.

"Everyone, get back!" Jamil yells. He pulls Kalim away by the arm while the others hurry to their feet. Ace snatches the teddy bear out of Yuu's hands and doesn't look to see their reaction. The awoken survivors and his schoolmates and friends had been watching with concern when Yuu started yelling, but now were scrambling to move away.

"Why can't the headmaster--of all his god damn graciousness--understand how much it's all killing me?"

A shockwave sends everyone in the room flying towards the walls. Thankfully, no one gets too close to hitting the hard surfaces, but in exchange, they get scraps and bruises from the floor.

When they look up, an ink monster in the form of a bear towers over the Ramshackle Prefect, its glass-container head missing the cork. Their outfit is a patchwork of the clothes they had been wearing when they got whisked away and pieces of ink-stained fabric. It's impossible to tell what the patterns are, if any, and accessories hang on like hastily glued random objects on an art project, incomplete and the purpose only assumed. The lining where their clothes and fabric meet are covered by thick, solid blobs of ink.

They breathe in and out heavily, droplets of ink running down their forehead as though someone had dropped a bucket of the liquid on them. Their eyes are wide and gaze ahead at nothing specific.

The ink monster snorts and twitches. It suddenly throws its head back as Yuu opens their mouth, and together, they let out a guttural roar and scream.

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The dorm leaders were stunned silent.

"Oh my." Malleus whips around and glares at the kidnapper.

"What did you do to them?" he growls.

"Nothing more than what I did with the other orphans, and you can see that those orphans are fine. Most importantly, aren't they supposed to be magicless?" The kidnapper spoke lightly and conversationally, a small smile on his lips and eyes wide, hinting of madness.

"Whether they have magic doesn't matter. Tell us what you did," Riddle demands. At the same time he spoke, the kidnapper continued.

"Although--and this is what amazes me--aren't they also a student at a prestigious magic school? There's magic abound and I'm sure there will be amazing, rare phenomena as a result of powerful people attending at the same time."

"Are you suggesting this is our fault?" Leona cut in.

"Oh, no, only speculating. But..." The kidnapper slyly tilts his head. "If you want to acknowledge anything. . ."

"How dare you insinuate such a thing!" Malleus roars, smoke beginning to plume out of his lips. The dorm leaders beside him lean away.

"Malleus, wait." Lilia touches his arm, body relaxed and tone unbetraying of anything. "We need him alive to face the consequences."

"Perhaps you may not have done anything," the kidnapper says, "but the rest of the student body might. Usually, those with magic are revered for just that. Ego is bound to be stroked, and it must be baffling or downright ridiculous that a magicless nobody was accepted with no issue. Someone like that doesn't belong in a prestigious school like Night Raven College."

"From the way you describe them, you don't believe they have a spine," Vil observes, crossing his arms with a glare. "It takes more than just magical capabilities to stay at this school."

"Whether or not they do have a spine--and I am sure they do if they can get through their school days surrounded by chaos without fail--doesn't change the fact that something has been haunting them to make THIS happen. If I'm not mistaken, emotional distress can catalyze Overblots."

"Wait a moment, all those times their teddy bear told us that they were hurt. . ." Riddle murmurs.

"They must have been keeping something to themself," Azul quietly says.

"That still doesn't explain why they--a 'magicless nobody'--Overblotted," Leona says. "So? Are you going to tell us or not?"

He turns his head, as do the other dorm leaders, after another shockwave pushes them, coupled by a roar and a scream. Some of the others are carrying or holding up survivors, in the middle of bringing them out of the warehouse, and the rest are standing by remaining survivors or are lifting their pens to cast another spell.

"Perhaps that can be saved for later. You all have much bigger and badder things to contend with and I certainly don't mind waiting and watching."

The kidnapper is knocked out with a punch.

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Fireballs, lightning strikes, sparks of void or light, and icy projectiles. Sometimes, the boys thought Yuu was mimicking their spell-casting movements. The worst attack, though, had to be when the ink monster roared: though protection spells have kept them from flying away, the sound shakes them to their core. It steals the breath from their lungs and dredges up a feeling of dread.

It doesn't help that Yuu screams with the monster. They're stressed, that much is clear, and their tears are mixed with the ink that dribbles from their forehead. But the single cry at the end of some screams sounds like a cry of sadness, like you would hear from a lost child. One of the survivors even began to cry, and it was the same person who was holding onto Yuu's panicked teddy bear.

Finally, all of the survivors were brought to safety. At the same time, Idia's tablet finished rebooting, having been affected by the first shockwave. "Ortho! Are you there?"

"I'm here, Nii-san!" He lets go of the tablet.

"Perfect timing," says Vil. "Idia, can you search up anything about magicless humans that have Overblotted?"

"Wait, what? Hang on, did I just hear you say 'magicless human' and 'Overblot' in the same sentence? Shouldn't you know by now that that's imposs--" Vil huffs and turns Idia's tablet towards the battle, just in time for someone to hit the ink monster with wind magic. ". . . What the actual fuck?"

"Nii-san, I tried searching on my own, but I haven't been able to find a single reliable source that can help with this," Ortho explains. "Can you try finding something on your end?"

"I don't think there will be anything. Overblots happen because a magician goes way below the MP bar, like fantastically below, while having a mental breakdown. Average people like Yuu don't have MP bars, so there's not going to be any results if I search."

"Can you please try anyways?" Ortho begs. "There might be something that can tell us how to safely handle this."

After a brief moment of silence, Idia sighs. "All right. I'll look."

"Has anyone noticed that they haven't said anything?" Grim asks.

"You know, that is kind of weird," Floyd remarks. "But then again, this isn't a usual case."

He and those around him put up a barrier when the ink monster roars. "Ughhh, this is getting old! When can we stop holding back? Sea lion and some of the others sure aren't."

"We don't know the effects of casting magic on Yuu in this state. It's possible that the reason they're like this is because they gathered magic from being around us," Azul says.

"I get that, but the last times we fought an Overblotted person, we used magic on them and they came out fine."

"We can't take any risks. . ." But Azul knew that not giving their all also had the same risks. It was absolutely frustrating!

"Nope. Nada. Zero results."

"Then. . . all that's left is to fight them?" Ortho says.

"It worked on the other problem children, it might work on them."

"If that's the only way to bring them back to their senses, then there's no point in hesitating. Come, we must let the others know," Vil says.

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As the spells intensified, so did the spells Yuu sent out. The ink monster began to get more aggressive too, leaping away from Yuu to pounce on the boys or claw at them, but it immediately returned to Yuu's side whenever they got hit, growling angrily. Strangely, the number of scream-roar shockwaves didn't increase.

But suddenly, in the middle of a scream, Yuu coughs. Ink spills out of their mouth, and more comes when Yuu doubles over into a hacking fit. At the same time, the ink monster spasms and slowly hunches over, covering its head like it was trying to hide away from the world.

When it is finally over, Yuu slowly looks up. Their eyes are clear, and they take in the faces around them silently. Despite hope that Yuu has come back to their senses and wanting to check on them, no one moves from their spot.

"Yuu?" Grim calls. Yuu locks onto him and they blink.

"Grim. . ." they all but mouth, starting to sway.

Their eyes suddenly roll to the back of their head.

All at once, they fall to the side and lie motionless. Ink starts dribbling out of their mouth like blood from a stabbed victim.

The silence, taut like an old sailing rope that was beginning to unravel, had made their fall louder than it should in such a large space. It seemed to cement the horror that had just happened.

Then multiple cries cut through the air, almost at the same time.

"YUU!"

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This is part 14 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

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"A nightmare? Both of them? I've heard of familiars having similar dreams, given how common it is, but it's generally accepted that having a familiar is a nightmare deterrent." Vil pauses, his face pensive. "Generally, though, having a familiar means you won't have any nightmare you can't be woken from. And you're sure it was a bad dream?"

"Positive. He kept begging some unknown figure for help; it was something like 'please, make this stop' over and over again, quietly."

"Hmm. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll see what I can do."

"You know, Roi de Poison, I have seen Monseur Smoke go and punch trees quite often, until he bleeds. Every time, his attacks last one half-hour, if uninterrupted."

"That does sound like it could be related." Vil turns his head towards me and Grim rather suddenly, as though he forgot we were there. "Yuu, Grim, go and eat. You need the energy, and you've already done enough here. Make sure to drink some water; you two haven't been drinking enough."

Grim and I follow Vil's instruction and leave. Breakfast is avocado toast, which I'm pretty sure is our housewarden's way of making sure everybody eats a decent amout of something green instead of living on fish like the whole dorm seems to try.

While the ice water is nice, I can't bring myself to enjoy it. What of my friends? What of Ace and Deuce, with their tyrant housewarden? What of Korrak and Mandible, with their unknown nightmares?

"H-Hey, Yuu."

"Hi, Korrak! What's up?" Looking into his smokey grey eyes, I can understand why Rook calls him 'Monseur Smoke.'

"Not much, but I'm p-p-pretty sure we have t-t-t-t-to join a club. What club are you joining?"

"Myeh? We have to join a club?"

"Yeah, by the end of the week," Mandible adds, "have you seen the options?"

"Uhh, nope." Grim and I speak in unison this time.

"Well, w-w-we can all g-go and look at the opt-t-t-tions lat-t-t- Mandible, you know what I was g-g-going t-t-t-"

"Sure do. Anyway, do you two wanna go to the courtyard later today and look at the options?"

"Sure! Sounds fun."

Korrak looks relived. "Thanks, bud. You've always b-b-been there f-for me." Korrak turns to Grim and I. "Th-th-the speech issue is w-w-w-worse when I haven't eat-t-t-en."

Grim and I nod. "Isn't everything?"

"Fair point." Mandible seems to share Grim's sentiment. I hand Korrak a piece of toast, and he starts adding butter and avocado almost immediately.

When Grim and I get to class, we discover a well-rested Ace with no collar on.

"Yeah, housewarden Riddle must've had a change of heart or something. He's stopped enforcing most of the rules, and now Ace's punishment for stealing is helping Trey bake the tarts for the party. We still can't play croquet after 5:00pm, though."

I smile. Grim and I were right. Riddle did just need a hug and some time to himself.

The rest of class goes by without incident. It would be boring if I weren't learning the history of an entirely new world, but, hey, I'm in luck!

Alchemy sees me successfully using magic to catch a glass jar that got knocked off of a shelf. It "certainly would've shattered" on the stone floor if not for my "catlike reflexes-" or so Crewel says, anyway.

To be honest, I didn't even realize I knew a spell that could save that jar. I just panicked and attempted one I've read about. Good for me!

P.E. sucks, as usual. Ace stays conscious, though! Not without a bad sunburn that got him sent to the nurse anyway, but baby steps.

Lunch is tomato soup, which is the first time the main dish of a Pomefiore meal does not and cannot include fish. Even this morning, there were pieces of salmon for the avocado toast.

"So, Epel, w-what club are you in?"

"Spelldrive. Cain't wait fer practice t' start up, lemme tell ya! Hopefully I'll git bigger an' stop lookin' so-"

"Epel, Vil's in the room." Epel, despite having just been interrupted by four people, one of whom is a cat and another of whom is an opossum, does not delay his speaking. That's gotten pretty normal, after all.

"Whoop, sorry. Thanks, y'all. 'Nyway, I'd jus' like t' be a little less girly, y'know?"

"I g-get that. I got mist-t-t-aken for a girl all the t-t-t-"

"Take another bite of your soup, Korrak."

"Thanks, Mandible." He obeys. "Anyway, people u-used t-t-to think I was a girl all the t-t-time. They'd p-pick on me 'cause of that- you should've seen th-the looks on their faces when I beat the shit out of them."

Korrak laughs. I recall what I heard Rook say about Korrak punching trees until he bleeds, and spilling no blood for half an hour every time. Guess that's just what he's like.

Korrak doesn't strike me as a violent person so much as the retalliative sort. Why would he be violent? He doesn't start fights, he doesn't bully people, and he doesn't tolerate bullshit.

"It was always real f-funny, watching them s-s-suff-"

"Korrak." Our housewarden now stands tall behind the Korrak's confident figure.

"Uh, when I beat the bully out o-of them."

"Perfect." With that, Vil walks off. I wonder, why did it take him so long to react? Then again, this room is full of teens. Epel can't be the only potty mouth.

Korrak watches Vil go and shrugs. "That's life, I s-suppose." His stutter has noticeably improved since eating more of his soup, but is still present.

"Do you fight often, Korrak?"

"Only when I g-gotta. Kids back a-at my elementary school called me th-the gas st-t-t-ation, cuz I w-was nice t-t-to have around unt-il there were s-sparks."

Yeah, that makes sense. It's a little hard to imagine people pissing him off at all, but especially recalling the tree-punching thing. After all, Korrak stands tall and confident, with square shoulders and a smirk that suggests anyone who goes looking for trouble with him will find more of it than they bargained for. There's a spark in his eyes, like the sun peaking out from smoke, that makes it obvious: you fuck with Korrak, you've fucked up.

He's not shy, that's my point. He is kinda cute though, what with the hair- ashy purple and super fluffy. Combine that with his beautiful eyes and some teenage jealousy, and you've probably got at least one kid challenging him to make sure he stays away from their lover.

"Myah, we have class!"

Everybody's eyes widen. Evidently, the whole room forgot we aren't eating dinner.

Then, from various voices accross the room: "run!"

Luckily, Grim and I make it to class on time. Biology class is about morays today- specifically, the differences between cold sea morays and warm sea morays.

According to Trein, there's a trench that separates the sea. Morays who lay eggs on the south side lay two connected egg sacks. One side only has babies with magical left eyes, and the other only has babies with magical right eyes. The babies in each side fight until only one is left, and the survivors are twins.

Warm sea morays have nothing of the sort. Eggs can't be carried over the trench because the temperature change kills them, and keeping them on the side they weren't laid on requires keeping them at the temperature of the other side.

Cold sea morays can lay warm sea eggs, and vice versa. It's all location, and it's all very facinating. But, alas, class cannot go on forever.

MacGyvering shows us using drills as motors for fans, boats, and a variety of other things. Not really, though- we're making blueprints. Reasonable enough, if you ask me.

Finally, class is over. I hold Grim and carry him to the courtyard so he can sleep on the way. Korrak and Mandible are already waiting.

They wave. I wave back. Korrak motions to me to stand over by him, and I follow his lead. Beside him is a big list of all the clubs, pinned to the wall.

"I was thinking of joining the track and field club, but I'm not really sure. What do you think?"

"Well... what kind of stuff do you like?"

"The science club sounds fascinating. I've always liked all of it, anyway, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, I want to be more physical."

"You don't have to be in a club to use the gymnasium, Korrak."

"Yeah, great point. Science Club it is!" With that, he starts filling out an application that apparently just needed a few more fields to be filled in.

"Myeh?.. what time is... oh, I took a nap." Grim yawns, putting his, frankly, adorable little teeth on display. "What club are we joining?"

"I don't know yet. That's why we're here, Grim."

Grim hops onto the ground, does the iconic kitty stretch, and hops onto the bench. Before I can wonder why, he jumps onto Korrak's shoulder- the one that doesn't have Mandible on it- and onto my shoulder from there.

"You can just ask me to pick you up, Grim."

"Where's the fun in that?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. What clubs are there? Board Games, Mountain Lovers, Gargoyle Studies... out of those, Board Games seem like the best option.

"Where are the applications?" Korrak hands me one.

"Hey, you didn't even tell me what club you picked! We're both going, so we both need to approve!"

"I picked the board games club, Grim."

"Ooh. Sounds fun, I'm in!"

I grin. "We sure are!"

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