#Twst x insane reader

[silverryuan]

Jamil Viper with Carl! Yuu from Llamas with Hats, ft. Octavinelle Trio

I can't say that everyone is not dying in this one 💀...

Warnings: Blood & Gore, Violence, Swearing, Cannibalism

• I was torn between choosing the reader to be isekai'd as a llama or isekai them as a llama beastman. I'm just gonna go with beastman cuz I thought it'd be funnier if they could talk. I also made them less murderous. There's also a collab with other characters from Filmcow 😉.

• There's a high chance that Jamil has heard of you through Kalim. The boy said he witnessed a llama beastman causing a fire and a monster running around during the ceremony. Great, he went through the trouble to prepare a welcoming party for the freshmen and now he has to fix Kalim's robe. He just hopes that Kalim won't forget what he said about the new schedule tomorrow.

• Kalim forgot. Again. Of course he would.

• Kalim forgot about the sudden change of class schedules and spent the entire morning wandering to wrong classrooms. Jamil just received his text message after class and texted back the room number. Kalim did not reply or read his message. Luckily, Jamil remembered that he turned on the location in Kalim's phone just in case for these types of situations. He tried tracking him down but Kalim kept moving, so he ran as fast as he could to catch up with him.

• Jamil finally see Kalim not moving in the courtyard. When he caught sight of Kalim, he sees another person next to him... A beastman? He approached you two and called Kalim.

Jamil: "Kalim!"

Kalim: "Jamil! There you are! How'd you find me?"

Jamil: "I turned on the location on your phone, remember? I texted you the room number, why haven't you read it?"

Kalim: "Oh, I thought that I'd find the classroom myself but it looks like I got lost more, hehe!"

Jamil: "Honestly, I thought you were... Who is this?"

Kalim: "This guy's trying to help me out!"

Carl! Yuu: "Nope, I'm just as lost as you are. I didn't even know we even got class."

Jamil: "Who are you?"

Carl! Yuu: "I'm Carl! Yuu. I'm just a regular llama guy with a hat, yup. A totally normal beastman. Nothing comes after that because of how normal I am."

Kalim: "I've got an idea!Why not just come with me and Jamil? We could go to our classrooms together."

Carl! Yuu: "Oh hey, that's a great idea. Why haven't I thought of that."

Jamil: ".... Kalim, come here for a sec."

• Jamil pushed Kalim away from you. They went a distance farther from you and Jamil whispered to him.

Jamil: "Kalim, have you met them before?"

Kalim: "Uhh... no?"

Jamil: "It's the llama beastman you talked about causing arson at the ceremony!"

Kalim: "OH! Now I remember!"

Jamil: "Sshh! They might be as unhinged as Floyd. Thank the Sevens they didn't harm you."

Carl! Yuu: "Why are we whispering?"

Jamil: "Gah!"

• He was right. You were as unhinged as Floyd and were as nosy as Azul. If you have those obnoxious two's personalities then whatever you're hiding must be as fucked up as Jade's. He doesn't want to assume but he does want to be cautious. If you easily caused arson, then that means you're worse than that monster at the ceremony.

• Kalim insisted that you three should join at the cafeteria for lunch and here he is, sitting beside Kalim who lost his appetite after you opened your lunchbox. Jamil smelled an odor coming from your food. It smells like something is... Rotting?

Jamil: "Kalim, your next class is... Sevens, what is that smell?!"

Kalim: "Eugh! C-Carl! Yuu, has your food gone bad? I-I can buy you lunch if-"

Carl! Yuu: "No thank you, but this is what I usually eat. It's my favorite."

• Jamil looked at your lunch and his eyes widened in disgust. What was in your plate was raw meat still wet with blood. The foul odor eventually reached the noses of the nearby tables and the students moved farther away from yours.

Jamil: "CARL! YUU, WHAT IS THIS?!"

Carl! Yuu: "Would you believe that it's melted and solidified jellybeans?"

Jamil: "NO, I WOULD NOT BELIEVE THAT."

Carl! Yuu: "Red milk?"

Kalim: "N-No 😰...?"

Carl! Yuu: "Some of Crowley's tears?"

Jamil: "CARL! YUU!!"

Carl! Yuu: "Fine... It's raw meat. And a bit of blood. And mold."

Jamil: "I CAN SEE THAT!"

Kalim: "I-i-it's rotting! You can't eat that!"

Carl! Yuu: "Yeah, you're right. I should've brought the fresh one. This one is actually one of the leftovers from yesterday. The blood may have gone cold, but it makes the meat taste sweet. Do you want to try some?"

Jamil: "NO!"

Carl! Yuu: "Dang, that was rude. You don't have to shout, you'll disturb the others. Want some, Kalim?"

Kalim: "...😰... N-no thanks..."

Carl! Yuu: "Alright. More for me then."

Jamil: "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO BRING THAT HERE? WHAT KIND OF MEAT EVEN IS THAT?"

Carl! Yuu: "... You don't want to know."

• The smell and racket made the Cafeteria Ghosts kick you out. Jamil made an instant mental note to himself and Kalim to never cross paths with you again. Unfortunately, during a class collaboration, you became lab partners with Jamil. Jamil was irritated but he has to work with you for the grades. Honestly, same.

Jamil: "Ok. This is fine. This won't turn out bad if you just calm down... Hopefully this will turn out well-"

Carl! Yuu: "Hey Jamaica, what happens if I accidentally devoured a mandrake because I mistook it as a live form of food and shoved random potions in the cauldron causing it to rain acid and melt the ceiling while simultaneously making the students fall unconscious due to decreasing brain function, again caused by said acid rain. And I also managed to defy gravity and to attract several flamingos from Heartslabyul, as well as the vultures from Savanaclaw because of the substance emitting from the cauldron, and now they are brutally fighting each other while defying gravity. Hypothetically?"

Jamil: "............................"

Carl! Yuu: "Judging by your lack of response, I guess I haven't done enough and should've add my leftover meat into the cauldron. This question is not hypothetical, by the way."

Jamil: "NO SHIT."

Crewel: "CAAAAARL! YUUUUU!!!"

• HOW? JUST. JUST HOW? HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT GETTING ON PEOPLE'S NERVES? YOU'RE BASICALLY WORSE THAN THOSE OCTAVINELLE IDIOTS COMBINED! AND EVEN THEY'RE AFRAID OF YOU! THE HEADMASTER IS A LOT MORE STUPID THAN HE THOUGHT. WHY ARE YOU NOT EXPELLED?!

• It got worse when you wreak havoc at Scarabia. Is that even possible?!

• During winter break, he doesn't let you in the kitchen. When he heard your loud-ass cat talking, he immediately instructed the students to bar the door as to not let you in. The students were confused and were hesitant. Why is Jamil scared all of a sudden? But it was too late, you and Grim are already in the kitchen.

Grim: "Woahh! What's that smell? It smells good!"

Carl! Yuu: "Yeah, you're right. Hi, Janet. Is there any meat around? Preferably raw ones?"

Jamil: "GET. OUT."

• Talk about bad timing as Kalim walks in to check on the food for the winter break parade. Jamil massaged his forehead to lessen the impact of another headache and continued to cook.

Kalim: "Hey Jamil! I'm a little hung- Oh! Hey, Carl! Yuu! How's it going?"

Grim: "Ya forgot about me! Grim, the sorcerer extraordinaire! Carl! Yuu here is my henchman!"

Jamil: "...Ugh..."

Kalim: "Nice to meet you too, Grim! What are you guys doing here?"

Carl! Yuu: "Grim's stomach was making the rumblies and I was craving for something that only meat can satisfy."

Kalim: "U-uh... Wow, you sure like meat, huh?"

Grim: "Fnyagh, I wanted premium tuna but the headmaster won't give any!"

Kalim: "Is that so? Tell you what! How about I invite you to Scarabia and we'll have a party!"

Jamil: "NO!"

Carl! Yuu: "Sounds awesome."

Grim: "Really?!"

Kalim: "Yeah, really! And Carl! Yuu... I'm sorry for the incident from the cafeteria. Your food was bad and we were so loud that you couldn't eat your lunch properly because the ghosts kicked you out... But I guess everyone has different tastes when it comes to food, right?"

Jamil: "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!?"

Carl! Yuu: "It's ok."

Kalim: "I'll make it up to you by inviting you to the party! It's gonna be so cool! We'll eat and dance all day!"

• You had fun at the party. Grim ate until his stomach was full, not unlike in Ramshackle where you sometimes try to feed a dead cat to Grim. What was the cat's name? Lucifer? Lucius? You kind of forgot. You've never had this much raw meat on your plate before (although you must eat in a separate room so that everyone won't lose their appetite). Usually you had to hunt something and eat it but this tanned party-goer saved you the trouble.

• The Scarabia residents almost got their hands bitten by you. They are all puzzled on why you only wanted raw meat but they guess that it's a beastman thing... Wait a second, aren't you a llama?

Carl! Yuu: "Hey Kalim."

Kalim: "*yawn* Yep?"

Carl! Yuu: "... Thanks for the party. I honestly don't remember when was the last time I had fun without the blood and all. I haven't seen Grim this happy before. Maybe I should improve on my party-hosting... You know, I had this roommate named Paul and he--"

Kalim: "😴"

Carl! Yuu: "Kalim? Kalim? Kalim? Kal-Oh, you're asleep. Must've partied hard. Goodnight, Kalim."

• Timeskip to the part where you and Grim are captured by the hypnotized Scarabia students and were forced in a cell. Jamil had enough. It didn't take long for him to run out of patience and hypnotized Kalim. Grim tries to escape with a spoon and you decided to help him than wait.

Grim: "Fnyagh... No! The spoon's bent! Carl! Yuu! What are we gonna--"

Carl! Yuu: "...ughh...uhhh...."

Grim: "Hey, don't just stand there!... W-wait! Are you vomiting?!"

Carl! Yuu: "...Blegh!"

Grim: "Eww! Gross!"

Carl! Yuu: "Wow. It's been a long time since I throw up from a full stomach."

Grim: "... I-is that a key?!"

Carl! Yuu: "Yep. I snatched it from that Scarabia student earlier."

Grim: "Why didn't you do that in the first place?! And is that a... a f-f-finger?!!"

Carl! Yuu: "Oops, I must've bitten his finger off too."

• You two finally escaped the cell and snuck into the treasure room. You and Grim grabbed the magic carpet and ran from the pursuing residents. Both of you stumbled in Mostro Lounge, crashing into a table or two. Azul and the Tweels do not want to deal with you right now...

Jade: "Azul."

Azul: "Yes?"

Floyd: "They're back."

Azul: "............. Fuck."

Floyd: "Aren't you gonna do something?"

Azul: "Why are you asking me?! Just throw them outside!"

Floyd: "I don't wanna! They're gonna bite and eat my other ear!"

Azul: "Jade?!"

Jade: "... I also do not want to. Not after what they did to my poor terrariums."

Azul: "Why are you passing this problem onto me?!"

Floyd: "Who else is gonna talk to that freak?!"

Jade: "Certainly not us."

Azul: "...*sigh*. Fine, but you two are going to pay later!"

• Even before his Overblot, Jamil took notice of your relationship with the Octavinelle Trio... Floyd, who was in a bad mood, threatened to squeeze you one time and you bit off his ear. Jade became interested in you by the amount of food (mostly meat) you can consume in a minute. He tried to trick you into taste testing the dishes he made for free, when in fact, he laced some of them with poison.

• Jade was fascinated that your body withstood the poison and decided to experiment more. But you've reached your limit and started bashing people's heads on the tables, ripped off the Octavinelle banner and painted it with the students blood, and then declared a revolution. Azul ordered Floyd to throw you out but you began hitting the eel with the dorm leader's own cane. You then smashed the aquarium, resulting a flood within the dorm. People were seeking higher ground to avoid drowning while you were dancing on a buoyant wrecked door.

• After evacuating the residents, Jade swam to his room to save his precious terrariums but it was too late. You were using a swordfish how the hell did that get there? to drunkenly fence the terrariums. They shattered and Jade has to watch in horror as you ate his mushrooms and shards of glass. It took Leona, Riddle and Azul to physically restrain you.

• That day became one of the darkest times Mostro Lounge has ever faced a crisis. And to think all of this happened in just HALF AN HOUR. Azul blamed you for all of this mess but the headmaster covered for you... Jamil also took notice that every time you commit these atrocities, you'd try to put far-fetched reasons for your actions. Your smile still brings him shivers down his spine. He still can't believe you were the one that helped ended Overblots for the school. He thought that you were most likely the one that caused them.

• The Octavinelle Trio never want to deal with you again. Until today... Azul approached you cautiously, casting a magic shield around him just in case. He wasted no time in calling you out on your trespassing.

Carl! Yuu: "Hey Azul, long time no see. I know that we weren't on good terms after what happened to the dorm, even though it was still your vice dorm leader's fault to poison me, but hear me out--"

Azul: "Carl! Yuu, what made you have the right mind to step in Mostro Lounge? After all that chaos you've unleashed? The amount of employees you've nearly killed?!"

Carl! Yuu: "I do not kill people. That is my least favorite thing to do."

Azul: "Don't give me that excuse! We STRICTLY told you AND the headmaster that you are banned from entering this establishment. Now if you please, just leave--"

Carl! Yuu: "What do you mean Azul? I'm not in the lounge."

Azul: "Yes you are! You're standing by the doorway!"

Carl! Yuu: "No I'm not. I'm standing outside. See this line by the doorway? I'm standing on the other side. Not on the lounge's side."

Azul: "That doesn't count!"

Carl! Yuu: "Yes it does."

Azul: "No, you're still in the establishment!"

Carl! Yuu: "But I didn't step on the other side. Therefore, I did not enter."

Azul: "We literally heard you crashing into the tables!"

Carl! Yuu: "That must've been a phantom."

Azul: "You and Grim flew in here with a magic carpet!"

Carl! Yuu: "False, we were standing here waiting for you. The carpet must have flight skills as horrible as yours."

Magic Carpet: "😠!"

Azul: "Ugh, this is getting us nowhere... What do you want?!"

• You negotiate with Azul to help you with your predicament but he refused, afraid that you are capable of causing financial problems for the lounge... Until you mentioned Jamil. He was curious about Viper and Al-Asim and decided to hear you out.

• After shooing off the chasing Scarabia students, he listened to your negotiation and as it turns out, you have a grudge against Jade for attempting to poison you and no matter how delicious the poison tastes, you still haven't forgiven him. Jade also held a VERY DEEP grudge against you after you destroyed his terrariums and doesn't want to work with you. Azul feared that if your grudge against Jade will create a conflict, it'll pull Mostro Lounge along with it. So he has no choice but to give you temporary alliance, much to the twins' dismay.

• With the Trio's bait & trap and your annoyingly gruesome abilities combined, you successfully made Jamil have a mental breakdown 😃!........ Okay, he's laughing, that's probably too successful 😨....

• And here we go again, another Overblot. Defeating Jamil was a bit more difficult than you expected now that he's hypnotized every Scarabia resident, and now he has an army to corner you. Jamil then whooped your asses to the ends of the dessert.

• Azul was in a mild panic, pulling his hair out and walking in circles, he kept on rambling on how his plan had failed, how he never should have helped you, and how to figure out a way out of this dessert. Kalim was just bawling out the feeling of betrayal and was in denial of Jamil's grudge against him. Jade and Floyd were on the verge of abandoning all forgiveness and proceeded to try and strangle you.

Carl! Yuu: "Huh."

Azul: "HUH? HUUUUH?! THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY AFTER THAT?! WE'RE STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, MILES FAR AWAY FROM THE DORM, A FUCKING OVERBLOT IS ON A RAMPAGE, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY WAS HUH?!!"

Carl! Yuu: "No, I meant huh, I could have sworn I smelled orphan blood."

Azul: "NOT ANOTHER WORD OF YOUR NONSENSE!!"

Kalim: "WAAAAAAHHHH!!! W-w-why J-Jamil?! sob! Whyyyy?! I trusted youuuu...sob... WAAAAHHHHH 😭!!!"

Grim: "Caaaarl! Yuuu! Do something! I wanna get outta here!"

Floyd: "That's it... I'm gonna kill this motherfucker right here."

Jade: "Not if I kill them first 🙂." ← Look of pure bloodlust.

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• A blood curdling roar was heard and a creature made out of raw meat flew down... IS THAT A DRAGON?!

Carl! Yuu: "Aha! I knew I smelled orphan meat! Well, crisis averted!"

Azul: "...W... W.... WHAT IN TWISTED WONDERLAND IS THAT?!!"

Carl! Yuu: "Oh just a meat dragon that I've been working on. What do you think?"

• ... That night, Azul concludes that logic does not apply when you're around. The twins put a pin on when to strangle you after the Overblot. Kalim is even more traumatized after you told him what the dragon is made out of in detail. Grim just sighed to himself since he thought that you weren't planning on using the meat dragon.

• When you got here, the place was reeking and dripping with blot and for some reason, you are tempted to bite into it but Grim stopped you. Azul thought of a distraction while Jamil ordered everyone to praise him until you ruined it. Everyone was complimenting him on how handsome, talented, and sophisticated he is meanwhile you complimented on how his newly inked skin will taste better if you either boil or fry it.

• Jamil realized that the cannibalistic compliment was from you and became alert. Azul and the other deadpanned at you, practically tired of your bullshit. Jamil attempted to whoop your asses again, this time permanently. The meat dragon charged toward him but the Overblot monster crushed and tore it to pieces. Everyone braced for impact but the attack never came. Everyone looked to see Jamil looking at something.

• Why did Jamil.... A... Crack?! In the sky!? ....

• Everyone turned to you, knowing that this is definitely one of your doings. You tried denying it but eventually revealed that you may have created a crack through space time. Azul was about to argue with you but Jamil interrupted with an attack. Jade and Floyd used this momentum to shield Azul and attack Jamil. Kalim shouted that they do not have time for arguements and that they must do their best to defeat Jamil.

• As the crack grew bigger, another flying creature that looks like a giant otter come falling to the ground... marshmallows?

Pink Marshmallow: "The otter won't fly!"

White Marshmallow: "Great, not again! Now where the hell are we?!"

• Talking marshmallows!? This has got to be one of your creations beside the meat dragon.

Pink Marshmallow: "Oh shoot! It looks like these randos are attacking this rando."

White Marshmallow: "Finally! We can attack people as much as we want!"

Pink Marshmallow: "Can we eat them too?"

White Marshmallow: "What, are you kidding? Let's set them on fire!"

Pink Marshmallow: "Ugh! We always set fires! It's boring!"

White Marshmallow: "Let's just beat up this guy and be done with it!"

Pink Marshmallow: "AAAAHHHH!!!"

White Marshmallow: "AAAAHHHH!!!"

• For some reason, these... Things joined in on the fight, which doesn't really help much until the white marshmallow pulled out a knife and begins to stab Jamil's leg and the pink marshmallow ran to bite Jamil's snake hair. It was horrifying to watch but at least he didn't die.

• After a harsh battle with blood and sweat, morning comes, the skies finally cleared up and Jamil's magic was broken. The ink was out of Jamil's body and the monster disappeared. Kalim threw himself on Jamil and cried out his apologies. Azul checked everyone for injuries and gladly, no one was hurt... Too much.

• Post-Overblot, The Octavinelle Trio's alliance with you has come to an end as they went back to Mostro Lounge and hopefully, you'll eat befriend them in the near future. Kalim has repaired his friendship with Jamil and now, Jamil won't be holding back his talents.

• He's gotta say, it was horrifically bad knowing you but you saved him and for that he's somewhat thankful towards you. At least you didn't kill Kalim. He may not remember a thing from his Overblot but he does remember you trying to skin his face.

• Speaking of Kalim, he asked you at Kalim's victory party about why you chose not to kill anyone for now. You replied that you wanted someone to acknowledge the effort you made with your... Macabre art. He guesses that you have a that complex where serial killers want attention for the crimes they commit.

Jamil: "I don't get it... I don't get you... I don't know if I can ever understand why you keep on doing this... I don't know how you'll benefit from making these... why? Just why?"

Carl! Yuu: "Possibly because I am a dangerous sociopath with a long history of death, violence and genocide."

Jamil: "............"

Carl! Yuu: "............"

Jamil: "That explains a lot. You do have a problem..."

Carl! Yuu: "You're right. I have a problem. I have a very serious problem. I don't know how you keep forgetting that, Jennifer."

Jamil: "Ugh, my name is Jamil!"

Carl! Yuu: "Oh, it is?...I thought you were a woman."

Jamil: "How could you not know that? And why would you think I'm woman?"

Carl! Yuu: "Mostly the hair. Are you sure?"

Jamil: "Yes!"

Carl! Yuu: "Yeah, I didn't know that. I'm in the wrong here. I suck..."

Jamil: *sigh*

• When he got to learn more about you during the VDC arc, he's come to a conclusion that you do these things as an impulse. That you have some kind of mental disorder that revolves around normalcy and sociopathic tendencies. You believed that killing things are what you are good for and nothing else. You're afraid that if you'll be admitted to a mental facility, you'll just be a normal llama guy with a hat.

• But look at what progress you've made! You've befriended people and made new enemies, you turn your cannibalistic behavior to a minimum, try to cause less damage, and even developed some hobbies aside from killing things! You can see people more than just bodies filled with blood and meat.

• Grim got used to your abnormalities but you got to remind yourself that if you did something unforgivable and got expelled, who will take care of Grim? So he became one of the motivations for you to change your habits.

• You and Jamil became frenemies. On days you take favors from Jamil in exchange for meat and on other days, he'll argue with you about Kalim's safety. However, you'll still involve them in other atrocious project of yours. But it became less bloody poor Kalim. He doesn't know if you've learned to be more civilized or that you've learned to hide your unhinged tendencies better. He cooks for you sometimes as to lessen your affiliation with raw meat.

• Jamil gifted you a new hat on your birthday since he noticed that your old hat is worn out and you loved it! It looks just like your old hat but fancier. Ah, this takes you back to day you met Paul--

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• ..................................Let's not talk about him.

• You're still fighting the need to stab and eat everything. You need to control your hunger. You need to control your impulses. Besides! If you've become normal, you'll see him alive and well again! Right?

• This was all he ever wanted... A normal friend. A normal day. A normal life. Right?

• He won't have to shout your name every time you do something wrong again.

• ...Right?

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• What happened to the marshmallow people? Well, let's just say that they didn't make it to the end and are in a better place now...

Carl! Yuu: "BUUURP!"

[mochinomnoms]

Aaaaa I can't stop thinking about Trey in his sleepwear! He's got me in a chokehold and I don't want to escape!!!

There's something just so intimate and tantalizing of seeing Trey in such casual clothing.

The idea of potentially being the only person to see him disheveled and sleepy, hair messy and glasses on the nightstand. He looks almost bare without them, but that makes it kinda domestic, doesn't it?

If you point this out to him, it makes him go a bit warm and tingly. Yes, it is domestic, but please don't remind him. He's having a hard enough time not jumping you every time you spend the night and gingerly take off his glasses for him. He's fighting his inner demons every time he watches you fluff up your pillow and curl in, waiting for him to lay down next to you so he can melt into your arms like the husband he really is.

He's fighting to not sneak his hand under your clothes, pressing chaste kisses into the skin of your neck and collar as his hands wander to the rhythm of the soft press of his lips.

They squeeze at the place between your legs as his tongue tangles with your own and he moves so that you too can run your hands under his loose sleep shirt. From the shivers and tingles shuddering through his body from the ghosting of your fingertips, he just knows that this sleepover is going to become a sleepless one.

[hxney-lemcn]

imagine getting really homesick and Malleus lets you talk his ear off about your home world. He doesn't mind if he doesn't fully understand what your talking about, he just wishes he could find a way to mend your longing heart. Find a way to bring a piece of your world back to you so you won't be so home sick, and find some time to enjoy this world as well. You had only offhandedly mentioned that you miss your phone, and if that if you had that you would be content. You didn't expect Malleus to spend hours researching complicated magic. Reading about spells that can bring an object to you, to different teleportation spells and all the calculations one needs for it. Then he tried to find anything about different dimensions...but sadly his effort was fruitless. But he had hope, and he needed your help. He invited you to join him, and you almost freaked out when he brought you to a summoning circle, afraid he was going to summon a demon and you be its sacrifice (you knew Malleus would never do such a thing, but you had a grand imagination).

Sitting on opposite sides of the circle, Malleus took your hands in his own, asking you to focus on the object you've been wishing for, and to continue imagining it until he told you to stop. Confused, but trusting the dragon fae, you did as he asked, trying to ignore his chanting, the sudden change in temperature, the electricity that seemed to crackle around you. Suddenly, your phone appeared in a poof of smoke, and no, not the cheap one Crowley gave you. Your old phone from your home world.

You nearly dropped to your knees and proposed to Malleus right then and there. Instead, holding onto what little restraint you had, you instead leaped onto the fae and hugged him so hard no human would survive. Thanking him endlessly, you pulled away, quickly scrambling to turn on your phone, excitedly showing him images you saved that you had always wanted to show him. Your phone may not 100% work, as you had no data, and it wasn't made for this world...you couldn't be more grateful towards Malleus, and he couldn't be happier as you smiled so brightly at him.

(You go to Idia eventually to see if he can work his technological magic and fix your phone)

[precure1ove-archive]

OH MY LORD FLOYD LEECH CARD FLOYD LEECH CARD NJHJFUHQDFHIJQGHWREFHERLJRF

NOBODY TALK TO ME IM ACTUALLY GOING WILD

LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE SCARF WITH THE SEASHELLS ON IT????? IS THE TWST DEVS TRYING TO SEND ME TO AN EARLY GRAVE

HIS ARMS ISNT EVEN IN ONE OF THE SLEEVES ASWELL MY SWEET BOY O M G !!!!!

look at his cute lil smile i would trust him in a dark alley at 3am to not murder me !!!

[twistedpink]

Sucking the soul out of malleus 😩🙏🏾

And he don't know how to react and he just sits their and takes it

OMGOMG I think he’d die. Like the whole “time passes so quickly that I don’t feel anything” fairy bit of his brain EXPLODES. Every second feels like a year, and it’s just so warm.. To prevent squashing you he just starfishes on the bed all shaky and drooling like a slut <\3 He doesn’t even TRY talking it’s that good

@bju3c0re

[takuyakistall]

Cater + origami

origami

"I saw something interesting on Magicam the other day." Cater dropped a pile of coloured papers on your desk with a cheeky smile. That's how you knew that he had a bad idea in store for you. While that sounded a tad mean, what he said after only confirmed your thoughts.

"Let's fold a thousand paper cranes!"

"Nope. No way." You shook your head, declining his proposal immediately.

He tilted his head to the side and pressed his hands together to beg. "Please! I promise you it's a cute idea and everyone in my timeline is doing it."

"I will give you a minute to explain why this is a good idea."

"First—"

"Denied."

"Uwah, you didn't even let me start! Totally unfair, I tell you." Cater shook his head and pouted. He grabbed a piece of paper from his pile and started folding despite your rejection. "I know you're busy and all but I thought it would be fun to do with you."

When he's acting miserable like this, you can't help but feel bad. He does this on purpose because he knows how quickly it tugs on your heartstrings. You buried your face in your hands and let out a grumble, giving in to his ridiculous whims. "Fine, I'll hear you out."

"I knew you loved me~!"

"Just get to the point..."

"Well, it's said that folding a thousand paper cranes can grant you one wish. Doesn't that sound exciting?" You stared at him for a few seconds. He doesn't seem to be doing it just for the sake of hopping on a bandwagon—does he have a wish he wants granted?

"And what will you wish for?" You told yourself you'll help him depending on his answer but you were already reaching out for a piece of paper.

"I was thinking of sharing a wish with you." He said, feeling somewhat bashful. "You know, something like how I wish we can stay together forever and ever."

You stayed silent despite having so many things to say inside your head. You silently started folding the paper; feeling flushed. You heard him let out a small giggle.

"Haha, I knew that would get you."

[honeyhonest]

minors do not interact, 18+ only

I have been in some kind of mood lately and I'm taking it out on all of you

✧˖°.

warnings: afab!reader (you/yours pronouns), ramshackle au, reader is adult yuu, kiiinda dubcon, fingering, knotting, pregnancy and weight gain talk, heat and breeding, this is literally just breeding porn bc I deserve it, couldnt think of a title idc, LONG

There was no way to sugarcoat it.

Fellow was dying.

...Well, that's what he thought. It's not like he had gotten any professional input (what are doctors if not scam artists with degrees?)

And it was such a shame, too. The last three months of his life have been the best! He's never had more time to rest, or more food to eat (though he usually has to bat Grim away from his plate with a wooden spoon). It's always warm and comfortable in Ramshackle, and you're there. Gidel has all the books and ink and paper he could want, Fellow has a warm bed to come home to, and everyone's happy!

And now he's dying. Pity.

He shouldn't be upset, he's lasted far longer than anyone would've thought, and Gidel will have you and Grim, but he is, and the fact of the matter is that it's now February and Fellow hasn't eaten in a week.

Not out of preservation, some poor attempt to make a loaf of bread last a month, not out of nausea from eating said bread weeks after it'd gone gray, he had simply... lost his appetite.

He had lost his appetite.

For days now he hasn't even been hungry. He's never had that happen before, and so he must be horribly sick and dying.

There have, of course, been other symptoms. He's restless, uncomfortable, sweaty and hot. And he's moody, especially about you. He hates that you leave every morning and don't come back until dark. He hates the thought of you with those snotty school brats. He loathes the thought of them touching you, talking to you, just standing beside you, it's horrid.

Fellow isn't a repressed, religious man; he's perfectly aware of his attraction to you. He thought of your body as appealing from the moment you'd stepped into the park, and he'd stroked himself off over the toilet to the thought of it more times than he could count on both hands. But this wasn't just petty attraction to the thought of your hip dips and tummy, it was something pitiful, something pathetic he'd never felt in himself before.

And then it wasn't only your body. The week went on, February became wintry, snowing the dorm in for the weekend, and Fellow found himself thinking strange things.

You were really just too good. He'd found it almost amusing, at first, that a cute, sweet thing like you had lasted so long in such a cruel world, but then it was obvious that it was your friends who had vied for your survival. He didn't have to see it; he just knew. Sweet things like you need to be protected. It's why headmages of prestigious arcane academies would kick him to the curb without a second thought, but give you a house and three warm meals a day.

And the thing was, Fellow wasn't resentful of this. He wasn't even bitterly envious; he got it. He saw the way you were with Grim, and then Gidel, how naturally you took the role as their caretaker ("beast-tamer", is what the school whelps called it), how willing you were to risk your own life for a damn cat, how you stretched yourself thin doing everything for everyone and never asking for anything in return.

And it was this sort of thing, this martyrdom, that Fellow found himself taken by. Something would have been annoying had become unbearably attractive, and then his thoughts got stranger.

He had to fuck his cum into you.

His fingers rest on his knees now, twitching as he watches you worrying over the mess of marinara sauce on Gidel's face. The last few months had been domestic like this, doing everything together. Cooking, cleaning, eating, hell, you and Fellow spent every Saturday fucking couponing.

You look like a mess yourself. Tired and grumpy and covered in sauce, pinching Gidel's cheeks between your fingers to keep him still as you wipe his face with a dish towel. Grim is yowling for a second serving and you're scolding him ("wait a damn minute!") and sweaty. Fellow sighs. What is he supposed to do, not fuck you full of his kits?

"A little help?" you're looking at him now. He remembers where he is and stands, at least to get Grim a second helping of dinner.

"Gimme that," he mutters, sitting next to you and wiping down Gidel himself. "Where'd your manners go, kid?"

He just grins.

You slump against your seat. "I'm going up. Will you-"

"Yeah, yeah," Fellow says, waving your worries away. "Dishes. Bedtime. I'll handle it."

You go upstairs, not to sleep, but to take your peace, which anyone in your place ought to.

Fellow serves everyone one more plate of pasta, if only to make sure they're full and sleepy and won't wander the halls later.

He puts them both to bed in his room. Even if he doesn't get laid tonight, he thinks you'd appreciate having your room to yourself, for once.

"Not sleeping, are you?" he asks, his way of knocking.

"I'm awake,"

You're in bed, still in your school clothes (he hates seeing that uniform on you), on your stomach. Immediately he's so hard he forgets how to act like a person.

"...Did you need something?" you ask.

Yes, he thinks. "...Just checking in. You looked like crap today,"

You snort. "Gee, thanks. I'm fine,"

"Tired?" he takes a step further. You haven't turned to look at him.

"Not really,"

"...Stressed?" he's standing at the edge of the bed now.

You think of what to say, how to answer him. "Yeah, I guess,"

Fuck, what is he supposed to do now? He's usually so good at this, and here he is, at a loss for words. No appetite, no voice.

"Wanna fuck?"

Damn it.

You don't say no, but you don't say anything else, either, so he stands there, unmoving, until you speak again.

"...Yeah, okay,"

Fellow doesn't let you move. He's straddling you in seconds, and he doesn't want you anywhere but here, beneath him. He puts his weight on you, wanting you to feel what you're doing to him, how hard he is, as his hands slide up your sides under your shirt. So soft. Fuck, not cumming the instant he's inside is going to be hard.

It suddenly makes sense. Not eating, not sleeping, not thinking straight, the hours of compulsory masturbation that never seem to help. He struggles to get you out of your clothes with shaking hands, kissing your neck and shoulder and making sure you feel his breath on your skin.

He has the courtesy to stroking his fingers against your clothed cunt, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit, though he's really only doing it to get you wet enough to take his cock. He can't wait much longer.

He doesn't ask. He's already decided that he's not going to pull out, and with some luck, he'll get you pregnant in one go. Why not, after all? He has everything he could ever need. What's a few more kids in this huge house?

This is the longest time that Fellow has been so close to anyone with the facilities for it. Whether or not that has something to do with his weird behavior is a problem for tomorrow.

He's not thinking about that now.

He undresses you first, if only to satisfy his curiosity, and you're as perfect as he'd imagined. Soft, delicate, too small. Not for long. You'd look much better with more weight, he decides. No matter what you are now, it's not enough for him.

Two fingers find your hole. You're wet, but he might as well stretch you out a little, while he's here. He pushes in, scissoring and stretching the slick walls, making you shudder beneath him. He almost feels bad, because he is certainly not going to expend any energy to make you cum. This is for him, not you, though he's sure you'll come to appreciate that someday.

Good enough. He helps you prop your hips up (i.e., he positions you like a puppet) and hurriedly gets himself out of his pants. It almost hurts, how sensitive he is, and he doesn't waste any time or breath warning you before he's balls-deep.

His legs damn near give out.

He's lucky you're beneath him, taking his weight and his cock. He keeps still, his fingers dug into your hips to keep you still, too, knowing that one little shudder will make him stuff you with cum.

Fellow waits until he can breathe again. And then he rests his chin on your shoulder, wraps his arms around your waist, and begins fucking you so hard the headboard slams against the wall and the bed creaks with each quick, violent thrust. You make some kind of desperate, strangled gasping sound, and he's doing all he can not to whine in your ear.

He's not going to last long. Hell, the way you're whining, you might actually cum after all.

His weight rests on you as he puts all of his strength into the sharp thrusts of his hips, giving you something to moan about. He feels over your stomach, splaying his hand across the softness that he had always liked just a little too much. You'll look so cute pregnant. He really can't wait to ruin you for everyone else.

He just barely remembers to flip you onto your back beneath him, and his fangs sink into your neck, giving him something to hold onto as his thrusts get faster, shorter, as his hands wrap around your thighs to keep them spread wide and pushed back, letting him fuck you as deep as he possibly can, and then he finally, finally cums, a week's worth of heat filling you, leaking onto the sheets, your thighs, anywhere it can reach.

Fellow has no clue if you came or not. Pleasure wasn't the point, anyway. It was instinct, feral and intrinsic, an undeniable, animalistic urge you share as the closest members of a compatible species.

He bites his lip. He can feel himself starting to swell. You're going to be here for a while yet.

"Uncomfortable?" he asks.

He can't imagine it's pleasant, but you shake your head.

"Good," he squeezes your side, almost affectionately, and then pats your stomach.

"Because we're far from done."

[robo-milky]

“Are you aware of the most beautiful book?”

REVEREND/PRIEST/CULT LEADER! ROOK MAKES A COMEBACK!! May do more stuff with him- also made me really happy that a good chunk of y’all wanted to see more him (like a year ago-)

Definitely not my usual style but I felt like forcing myself to render since I was unsatisfied with my style previously, and this definitely helped- Even forcing me to look up actual references- Even though art is just a hobby now, I still want to improve for the sake of it-

[kurakuradon]

💀🏛️ 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘 🏛️💀

[qierxing]

A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. (checks calendar) Uhm, happy three month update to this series AND 1k notes on the first part! I would say sorry for the wait, but I really did need it LOL. Anyway, it's not super obvious, but the timeline is a bit all over the place in this part, because I'm jumping back and forth between past and present.

TW/CW: Immolation, violence, implied stalking+actual stalking, obsessive behavior, mild psychological and body horror, toxic relationships, Yuu uses it/its pronouns, we get a little meta in here, the boys are FIGHTINGGG I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”

“I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”

— Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll

vi. Mourning

It is incredibly hard to get Yuu alone.

Whether it be by the forces of fate or just because so many vie for their attention, there is rarely, if ever, any time when someone is able to spend time personally alongside them. The only exception to this rule is Grim, who was practically the player's companion from the beginning.

So when Ace Trappola manages a rare chance to snag some one on one time with Yuu, he guns for it. Course, he had to time it perfectly. 

It was just another night like any other. Ace and Deuce decided to come over to hang out for a casual sleepover as usual. The four of them did initially start out studying, before the textbooks and worksheets were being abandoned in favor of more exciting things, such as the deck of cards that Ace brought with him.

Sending Deuce and Grim off to get snacks through a won bet over a card game was easy as pie.

"Hey Ace?" 

He hums in response, letting Yuu know he's listening. His nimble fingers shuffle the worn cards, flipping through them with practiced ease. Stacking them up quickly, he wonders if he should try to impress Yuu with another card trick to gain their enthralled praise.

"Do you…like…being my friend?"

The question makes him blink and look up in surprise at Yuu. It feels blasphemous to hear such doubt lingering in their words.

"Why? Scared I'm gonna ditch ya?" He teases.

Yuu doesn't respond, only giving a sheepish smile back. 

"I-It's not like I don't like being friends with you." He tries to keep his cool. "I just-"

Yuu's smile doesn't falter. "It's okay, Ace."

He's reminded of his previous girlfriend in middle school. It was more of a fling than a serious thing, but it's something he remembers vividly. Their breakup, after all, was rather dramatic.

"You're too much, Ace. Sometimes you just take it too far." 

What was even her name? Elizabeth? He could barely even remember, but for some reason, he still recalls the intense way her face was twisted in burning resentment. He tried to bury it in the past. He swore he would never fall in love or get into another relationship, preferring friendships over any kind of romantic trysts.

Now that he looks at Yuu, he already knows he's screwed up big time.

Yuu's gaze is no longer meeting his, instead staring into the fireplace that Grim had so generously set up earlier. The crackling blue flames reflect in their irises and in that moment, dread curls inside Ace's stomach. Yuu doesn't seem right.

"Hey…you okay?" He asks hesitantly, placing a hand on their shoulder.

Yuu doesn't move, still staring at the fire intently. He opens his mouth to ask again, but then they speak.

"If I wasn't acting like myself, would you still like me?" 

Another question out of left field. 

"Even if you somehow grow anemones on your head, Yuu's still Yuu, right?" His heart swells in pride at the way their lips quirk at his inside joke. 

"Yeah…" they murmur back. 

"Wanna see somethin' cool?" he says, holding out a card. Yuu tilts their head questioningly.

"It's the ace of hearts. What about it?"

"It's not just the ace of hearts!" Ace puffs out his cheeks. "Don't you know the meaning of this card?"

Yuu shakes their head.

"It means good news for yourself or someone close. Practically a lucky charm!" Ace waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "So how can things go wrong now that you have me?"

Yuu snorts and shoves him playfully. "Yeah, yeah, okay, Mr. Lucky Charm."

But it works. The foggy clouds clear from Yuu's eyes, finally returning them to the familiar luster he's used to. For the rest of the night, there is no hint of hollowness within them. And Ace hopes he will never see that sight again.

-

He should've known something was up since that night.

When Headmaster Crowley personally makes an appearance at their dorm, he should've realized it then. If there was anything that the old raven hated more, it was having to do more work than usual. 

"That person wasn't an imposter." Crowley says, coughing awkwardly into his fist.

The solemn words echo in his head on end. The rest of the Headmaster's words start to tune out for Ace. Automatically, his legs begin to move on their own. The calls of the others chase after him, but he ignores them, racing out of the lounge and towards the mirror portal.

Because if you didn't hurt Yuu-

-then what had he done?

When he first arrived in NRC, he didn't even know that Ramshackle dorm existed. Not until Yuu came to reside there; until he had to beg for shelter from them when he was chained with that damn collar. He knew that they didn't have to take him in. But they did, and maybe that's why Ace couldn't turn his back after that. 

The building before him is no longer the broken down hovel that he remembers back then. He remembers how the roof was almost caving in and wooden beams were always in danger of collapsing. Each knock on the entrance doors would send cascades of dust upon his head. Now, the walls are painted with a fresh coat of paint, the roof has new shingles, and the place actually looks like a house you could safely live in. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Prefect! Are you there?!" He yells, desperation leaking into his voice. "Please!"

Bang! Bang!

He's gotta be out of his damn mind, acting like some crazy person. But he can't help but be blinded by his fear. So he keeps hitting the door with his fists, praying, hoping, for…well that someone would open the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Yuu!!" He screams, and his voice echoes around him, mocking his helplessness. His fists are becoming numb from slamming the wood so hard, but he can't stop himself.

"Yuu–!"

"Oi! Ace!!!" A rough hand on his shoulder shoves him back and before he could knock the souvnabit-

"Ace, look at me!"

He's stopped by Deuce's fists meeting his in an even match of strength. Like an illusion broken, Ace stills and yanks his hands back.

There's only heavy breathing in between them for a long while. 

"...they're not here." Ace snaps to look at Deuce, who only closes his eyes in a painful grimace.

"What do you mean, 'not here'?" Ace asks.

Deuce doesn't say anything for a beat.

"What do you mean they're–"

"They're in the infirmary." Deuce's words flow out in a breathless rush. "The Headmaster said that after you ran."

Fuck, he just acted like an idiot then. No wonder no one was responding to his absolute earth shattering door banging and yelling. Then the meaning of Deuce's words begin to sink in. Oh Seven, no–

He turns and before he could even step in the direction of the main building, his arm is yanked back.

He snarls at Deuce. "Let me go! I have to see the prefect!"

"Housewarden is calling you back." Deuce forces out through gritted teeth and closed eyes. "The Headmaster said that…they don't want to see anyone."

And like a fire put out, Ace's anger chokes to flickering embers.

He lets Deuce guide him back, all the way from the Ramshackle dorm, to the mirror portal, and then back to Heartslabyul's lounge where the other three are grimly awaiting them.

Ace half expects to be yelled at once he passes the threshold. Or get some kind of lecture on how he should have better manners than to just run off like that. It would've been just like his housewarden to only care about weird, arbitrary rules when there were other arguably more important matters.

But his housewarden sits silently on his gilded velvet throne with glassy eyes. There's no anger burning behind them, and the freshmen are terrified to see their once proud and fearsome queen reduced to this husk. He almost would rather him back to the state where he was barking out orders for them. The silence in the lounge is deafening.

Ace swears they must be all thinking the same thing.

Please let this be a bad dream.

-

He tried calling you. Texting you. Hell, he even tried messaging you on Magicam! Magicam, of all things! 

Anxiety claws at his heart with each unread message and dial voice tone greeting. He has so much to say, to ask for-

Deuce wasn't faring well on his side either. He had also tried calling and texting you, to no avail. Grim, that traitor, hadn't come back to visit Heartslabyul at all since the incident. Never mind the fact he had only himself to blame for that—he thought at the very least the cat direbeast would have some sense of pity for their friendship and throw them a bone. 

Ace tried two more times to meet you. 

First, during your infirmary stay, when you were still unconscious.

The second time was when you returned to Ramshackle dorm with Grim.

Maybe the Seven were punishing him for his hubris. Or he supposes this is just karma. Because both times, he fails spectacularly at the front door of Heartslabyul. Because of this, he's the reason why Riddle had put them all on house arrest (with the exception of academic reasons, of course).

It's a declaration that would've been met with mutiny from all of them, if it weren't for the fact that even Headmaster Crowley had explicitly forbade anyone from showing up on Ramshackle's doorstep or trying to meet you. So he understands. Really! He does. He's seen how Riddle holes up in his room, muttering to himself while carrying out boxes upon boxes of crumpled paper. When he manages to snag a stray paper that flutters out on garbage day, Ace realizes that Riddle is also just as frenzied trying to reach out to you. Even if he is going about it in an old fashioned way.

He'll chip in to help. If his housewarden is left to his own devices, they’ll all be fossils by the time he sends what he deems a satisfactory letter. 

And the faster they do this, the faster they have a chance of reaching you.

vii. Embalming

The most horrifying thing is that it doesn't seem to care about dying.

That cursed pile of ceramic shards had disappeared—no, pieced itself back together—and once again, it became the smiling face of Yuu, the being they all knew and used to adore.

Riddle Rosehearts immediately smashed it to pieces again under the weight of his magic.

No one had tried to stop their housewarden. Not even the faceless mobs. Even if they were all alarmed at the erratic behavior of their housewarden, they could not deny the fear of seeing something dead come back alive. With not so much as a dent or wound in them, for that matter.

The third time it happened, Riddle ordered for the remains to be dumped into the school’s incinerator at the highest heat level. Surely, that would be enough. 

He watched as the incinerator roared and shuddered, shaking as if the pits of hell had opened. After a few agonizing minutes, the rumbling stops, and before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, the iron hatches creak open, and out strolls Yuu, perfectly fine and pieced together again.

It's magic. Or some kind of century old curse. Of course it is. After all, it was at a higher power than even Draconia's comprehension. Why he didn't consider the possibility beforehand is something he berates himself now. 

What might be the most damning thing is that it has no fear or suspicion in its face; even after the multiple times it’s been maimed and torn apart. Not like you, who immediately closed themselves off at being hurt so thoroughly. 

The irony isn't lost on him. The temptation of letting the puppet take its place back in favor of just bringing everything back to how it was is something Riddle could not deny. But now that he's actually met you, Yuu just seems more of a shadow of what he remembers during your interactions together.

It has your face. It acts like you.

But it's not you.

When Ace asks after the commotion at the Unbirthday party on how he was able to figure out that it wasn’t [First], he had to take a moment to gather his thoughts. Ace’s face changes into something of disbelief when Riddle merely replies with: “[First] takes their tea with two sugars and a dash of milk.”

“You were so sure only because of that?”

He doesn’t want to think what Ace’s face would look like if he had explained his whole list of reasons how he realized that the puppet wasn’t you. How he soaked up as much as he could when you came over for the tea party. Your expressions, your little habits, the way you fidget…it was all filed away in Riddle's head and later, his private notebook.

But that doesn’t matter now. Now, there’s an even bigger problem than the puppet resurrecting itself.

Grim is missing again.

This alone should've been more worrying than anything for Yuu, but it merely shrugs and says it’s not sure where he scampered off to. He's more than suspicious, of course, but there is no proof, which is infuriating already.

But without Grim, they are missing the key to finding [First]. 

The others raise hell once they hear the news Riddle reports at the weekly housewarden meeting. A new wave of tension washes over NRC and with it, an unprecedented deep disdain for the puppet. It returns back to classes unannounced, making Ace and Deuce rant to him about how weird it is that it’s trying so hard to act like nothing had happened. It attends school events with their camera, drumming up conversations like normal between all of them; despite the fact it gets ignorance or violence in response (depending on the person it greets).

But none of them are really sure on how to interact with Yuu.

The nicer ones, like Trey or Deuce, entertain Yuu with frigidly civil responses, in hopes of boring the puppet and making it flit away to another victim. Meanwhile, he and Ace have finally come together on an agreed opinion: that they would rather die before letting the puppet even think it could take [First]’s place.

“Go away.”

Yuu merely smiles in response to Riddle’s annoyed voice. The puppet leisurely lounges in the chair across the table from him. The school library is vast but empty, his authoritative voice echoing down the long halls. Several floating books flit past above their heads and the chandeliers above flicker with bright candlelight.

“I just wanted to keep you company.” Riddle purses his mouth in disgust. It’s invasive, it’s gross, and most of all it feels wrong to hear those words coming from Yuu. 

“I didn’t ask for your company,” he replies coldly. “Shouldn’t you know that it’s bad manners to bother someone who wants to be left alone?”

“I don’t think you like being left alone, Riddle.” He flinches at the way Yuu’s eyes bore into him. “Well, then again, you sure like to pretend you’re fine, don’t you?”

His hand tightens around the textbook he’s reading about cursed dolls. There would be no point if he brought out his magical pen and reduced it to rubble. But he is tempted, if only to get some peace and quiet for just a few minutes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Riddle says.

“Hmm…” Yuu hums into its hand, “...then I suppose I will just let you be. What a shame, I had something entertaining to tell.”

“What? What do you mean?” 

Yuu giggles and waves him off. “No, no! You said you didn’t want my company now. Why should I tell you anything?”

He resists the urge to incinerate the book in his hands. “Fine! I would like your company. What is this ‘entertaining’ thing you want to tell me so badly?”

“Hmm…how insincere,” Yuu tilts its head coyly with a smile more akin to a smirk. “But I guess that’s the most I can get.”

“Since you’ve all been driving yourselves crazy, [First] is safe.” The floor feels like it’s been yanked underneath him. The puppet is smiling still, as if it’s all some big joke rather than the revelation it delivered. He can hear his blood roaring through his ears.

“You…” Riddle snarls, face heating into a bright red rage. “What did you do to them?”

It bursts into laughter at his face. 

“Why, I only granted their wish!”

Its laughter is cut short by the sound of ceramic being crushed, and Riddle is left shakily breathing at the pile of shards that used to be Yuu. The puppet’s words churn over and over in his head.

What did you wish for? 

-

It is currently 3:20 on a Wednesday afternoon. 

In his planner, the bullet point neatly penned on the schedule shows ‘Studying for History Test’ in bold blue ink for the time slot. ‘History of the Queendom of Roses’ is laid open on his desk, to the chapter about the local mythos of the area, just as he intended. His notes from lecture are next to it, with several of his stationary needed to jot down annotations. 

And yet, Riddle has yet to touch any of these items or actually adhere to his daily schedule—he’s too distracted by what he should do in order to reach the player.

Riddle's already embarrassed enough, resorting to handwritten letters with the best calligraphy he can muster. He's sent only a couple that passed his satisfaction, and they have all been met with judgemental silence. He’s hunched over another crumpled letter near ripping his hair out when someone knocks on his bedroom door. He quickly shoves the envelope under some textbooks out of frantic instinct.

“Come in.”

A familiar bob of red orange hair pops out behind his door, and Riddle raises an eyebrow at the underclassman who enters.

“Ace? What is it?” Normally, Ace would never be in his room if he could help it. If he was in Riddle’s room, it most likely meant he was either being scolded or punished. And Ace’s eyes are shifting side to side, as if he was trying to sneak his way in. 

“Out with it, Ace.” He’s not in the mood for the underclassman’s shenanigans.

“Housewarden, you’re writing letters to the prefect, aren’t ya?” The question completely takes him off-guard sputtering.

“W-What does t-that have to do with you?” He tries to maintain his composure, but Ace is already giving him a smug smirk for the one up on him. Of all people, it had to be him finding out. 

"I had an idea, Housewarden. Why don't we send them something with the letter?" Riddle blinks in surprise.

“...How smart of you for once, Ace.” It was so simple, yet he marvels at the idea's brilliance. Perhaps there was merit in trying this proposal.

“Hey! What the hell does that mean?!” His underclassman snaps back in a huff. “Whatever, point being, maybe we should switch it up instead of letters all the time.”

He crosses his arms, “And what do you suggest? There’s not much we can really send that hasn't been sent already by other dorms.”

Ace winces. Clearly he didn’t think about the other dorms with more affluent people; people who had more than enough thaumarks and prestige to spend it to appeal to you. Riddle can't blame him either: although he is at the top of the school and his parents are well known mages, it's not like any of that could help him here. All of them, in a sense, were stuck in that situation. 

For once, he starts to resent not having more.

"Ugh, well…maybe it doesn't need to be so fancy, you know?" Ace rubs his neck, face scrunched in frustration. "Like…uh…you know-flowers! People send flowers all the time, yeah?"

This is true. And for Queendom of Roses’ residents, it has become custom to send bouquets with subtle messages left in petals and stems. Although he is a bit loath to admit that he isn’t as well versed in the language of flowers compared to hedgehogs.

"And what do you recommend, Ace?" He asks. "What would be the best flower to send to the prefect in our circumstance?"

"We got all these roses, why not send them that?" Ace responds, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Riddle coughs in annoyance. 

"Why not just procure some from Sam's shop? Today is Wednesday. Do you not remember rule 228?" He chides. Ace groans, rolling his eyes. 

"Not the weird rules again…"

"Ace."

"Yeeesss Housewarden…" The card soldier mock salutes with a deadpan expression. "I'll see if we can get some flowers at Sam's."

"You better, or else it's–" 

"-off with my head, I got it, I got it." Riddle seethes as Ace cuts him off and dashes out of his room before he could get another word in. So troublesome…

Still, there's nothing to do except wait for his card soldier to report back. He turns back to his desk, bringing out the crumpled letter from its hiding place. Running a hand over the crumpled pages, he attempts to pick up his pen again, but fails as his thoughts begin to wander. 

Riddle only manages to pen a couple legible sentences when his door slams open, banging against the wall. He almost falls out of his chair in shock from the loud noise. How was Ace back so quickly?

"Have you not heard of knocking?!" He scowls, turning around to see Ace panting and sweating as if he had run a marathon.

"Never mind that, Housewarden, I saw them!" Ace shouts. 

“What are you jabbering…” Riddle trails off in realization. “You better not be horsing around, Ace.”

“Do you think I would lie to you about this?” Ace retorts frantically. “I saw them at Sam’s shop working the cashier!”

For a moment, his mind races with this information. If you were working at Sam’s shop, it would explain why you weren’t showing up to classes, let alone in the hallways or rooms of NRC. It’s a clever ruse—classes may be over during this time of day, but nearly all of them were participating in mandatory club activities or study labs. No wonder no one else has caught on to this. Riddle rubs his chin in thought, settling back in his chair.

“What are you going to do now, Housewarden Riddle?” Ace asks hesitantly. His eyes are filled with some kind of anticipation and hope, no doubt wondering if he could get some leeway in his own agenda. Normally, he would go right away as there was no need to hesitate about these kinds of things.

But. Crowley’s stern announcement comes back to his mind and guilt starts to creep in. 

“First, we’ll go with your idea, Ace.” He responds. “The ban hasn’t been lifted, after all.” Ace opens his mouth to protest, but he holds a hand up to interrupt him.

“But if that doesn’t work, then I’m sure even Crowley can’t say anything about coincidences.”

viii. Calling Hours

“I’m not joking around, you two.” 

There’s very few times that the vice housewarden of Heartslabyul gets truly mad. His patience seems boundless, honed by years of taking care of younger siblings at home and then dealing with rowdy underclassmen in NRC. But even his saint-like patience could only stretch so far.  

“I told you, we didn’t do it!” Ace scowls with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms. Meanwhile, Deuce is silent by his side, face twisted with conflicting emotions. “You don’t even have proof! You just singled us out just because!”

“Who else was around the kitchen when I left it?” Trey asks, voice starting to rise in anger. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you two lurking around before?”

The two freshmen began to speak out, voices rambling over each other and cascading into a loud shouting match that was barely intelligible.

“We just wanted to see if we could get something from the fridge, how were we supposed to know someone would-”

“Me and Ace just wanted to bring something along when we deliver the Housewarden’s invitation to-”

"You dumbass, don't just say that out loud-!"

It’s at this moment that Cater Diamond strolls in, takes one look at the mess of the situation and does a 180 back round to the door. But it’s too late, because the interruption is just enough for Ace to sink his hooks into him.

“Cater-senpai, you believe us, right?” Ace shouts after the orange head, making him flinch in place. “You saw us get the order from Housewarden Riddle!”

Cater turns around slowly like a door on rusty hinges, with an expression that screams of not wanting to be involved. "Oh Acey! Uhm, you mean the letter Riddle gave you two-"

"Yes!" Deuce interrupts in earnest, already trying to barrel his way to proving his innocence. "Housewarden Riddle entrusted us to deliver the tea party invitation ourselves personally." 

Cater turns to Trey, who is rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes closed with a tiredness that seems comically reminiscent of an old man. "Well, I'm not sure what this is all about, Trey, but maybe you should cut 'em some slack and let it go."

The other senior nods in reluctant agreement and the two freshmen all but nearly trample over each other trying to run from the tension filled room. But they're stopped in their tracks when Trey calls out again.

"Wait, you two." The duo slowly looks back with cautious eyes.

"You wanted to bring something to the prefect, didn't you?" Trey tilts his head to one of the many strange topsy turvey cabinets in the kitchen. "I have some leftover cookies that I made yesterday. Take them. I'm sorry for accusing you guys like that."

Ace and Deuce exchange confused glances, and although Ace looks away in denial, Deuce nods in gratitude. They leave the kitchen just as chaotically, this time with the aroma of lavender following them.

A brief silence follows their absence, while Cater raises an eyebrow at Trey.

"Sooo…care to spill the tea?"

"Don't even start." Trey groans.

Cater seats himself on one of the stools near the counter, waiting. Trey busies himself with cleaning the stoves and counter, trying not to meet Cater's eyes. Silence falls, but it's with none of the comfort that Cater is familiar with. Giving up, he turns to his phone, refreshing his Magicam dash mindlessly. This continues for a good while until finally—

A low sigh, then– "Somebody took my candied violets."

Cater looks up from his phone. Another beat passes, and he realizes it's not a passing statement. 

"It's not like you to get this bent out of shape over your ingredients going MIA." Cater shifts his face onto the elbow meeting pristine marble while shoving his phone away. "You sure that one of the froshes didn't just end up taking them thinking they were for everyone?"

Trey lets out a rough guffaw. "You know better than I do that the others don't touch our stuff."

Cater taps his fingers on the polished white granite, hands already itching to grab his phone and check for updates, but he restrains himself. "That's…mostly true."

"That can only mean one of you guys has taken it." The hairs on Cater's neck raise at Trey's tone.

"Hey now," Cater grins, raising his hands in mock surrender, "you heard it from those two. I was with Riddle when he gave them that invitation."

"I know." Cater's fingers twitch as Trey carelessly tossed aside the rag used to clean the counter into a bucket. The soggy fabric makes a hollow sound against the wood, echoing rather loudly in contrast. "But Riddle would never do such a thing either."

Cater resists the urge to roll his eyes. It's true that their cute housewarden would hardly dare to stoop to thievery, but Trey's blind faith in him can be annoying at times. After all, didn't their little teapot tyrant threaten to kill the prefect at one point?

He supposes that was his fault, though.

"Then it's back to square one." Cater shrugs. "Besides, what were you even planning to do with them if you weren't gonna eat it?"

The baker runs a hand through his mussed forest green hair and frowns. "I was going to bake a cake with them as a peace offering to the prefect."

Cater's mouth forms an 'o' shape in realization. "That's pretty big brain."

"Yeah, but look how that turned out."

"It's fine~you were able to at least send cookies this time round." Cater finally cracks, digging into his pocket for the familiar grooves of his phone case. "All's well that ends well, right?"

Trey doesn't respond and Cater is too engrossed in his phone to look up to see his expression. He slides off the stool naturally, tapping through recent posts and comments, eyes laser focused on recent posts on his dash. 

"Cater." 

There it is. It's the most recent story reel by Ace(according to the time stamp, about two minutes ago). It's an inconspicuous black out picture with several cute teapot and teacup stickers decorating the screen. The banner message is short and sweet: 'Dorm tea party bout to get real this month 🤔😶'

"Cater." Cater's attention snaps back and towards his friend, who gazes at him with dark eyes.

"Please don't lie to me next time."

With that, Cater watches as his long time friend finally leaves the kitchen. 

Thank the Seven he did. He might have been a decent actor, but Trey has been with him through thick and thin, and it's given him the annoying ability to see through his tells.

Really now. Trey knows that he hates sweets. Shouldn't that be enough of an alibi?

It's not fair that Trey already has everything to set him up for a good relationship with you. Even if they're all set back by their violent reaction to you arriving in this world, he's sure it would only take a couple tries with Trey offering genuine heartfelt food to get to you.

It's just not fair. 

Isn't he fun to hang out with? He consistently gets compliments online for his suave looks and easy personality. So why couldn't he compare to-

He shakes his head. There's no point in overthinking it now. Cay Cay #3 had easily taken the cutely decorated jar of violets and discarded it in the dorm dumpster. Like candy from a baby.

He knows it's petty. But for once, he feels much better, knowing that he upset Trey's original plans to ensnare you.

Now, he once again checks Ace's story reel and screenshots it, while quickly pulling up the search bar. He just needs to level the playing field.

-

There can only be one fake bitch in this house and Cater has had enough of the competition.

“I wasn’t aware that you were going to visit me, Cater.” 

The puppet tilts its head with a warm smile, but there’s a frosty undercurrent to the greeting. It’s clear that he’s not welcome, if the way it’s blocking the doorway of Ramshackle has anything to say.

“Yeah, I ended up losing something here. You mind if I look for it, Yuu-chan?” Cater asks innocently. “Promise it won’t take too long.”

“Hm, sure. But I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking for.” Yuu's grin is sharp as a razor blade. It knows what he’s here for and it’s definitely taunting him. That little–

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to look~” He responds back airily. His fist curls around his phone in his pocket tightly. The puppet shrugs and walks off, leaving him standing in the doorway.

It’s been a while since he’s personally been at Ramshackle dorm. Cater remembers how Ace complained about the house being a real fixer upper, but then again, he doesn’t remember much of that, since Yuu always spent most of the time at Heartslabyul dorm. The renovations certainly made it much more pleasing to the eye and more importantly, livable by HOA standards.

There’s nothing to write home about the living room. The coffee table is bare and there’s no wrinkles in the sofa cushions at all. It’s a little eerie—as if no one even lived in the house in the first place. The only sign of living was perhaps the fact it is clean of dust or dirt. 

Nothing in the kitchen either. He gives a wayward glance to the second floor, searching for any signs of movement. Couldn’t hurt to be thorough. 

Rows of tall doors pass by as Cater opens each one of them. A storage closet, a spare room, an electric cabinet, another storage area–it all blurs by after the fourth door. There really is nothing, as if the whole house has been wiped of any trace of you. He's about to toss in the towel when an old, dusty memory crops up. His little freshman, Ace. Cater swears he had been making fun of Yuu for seeing strange things at night. Something about a mouse?

Right, their room! Why didn't he think of looking there?  

His feet take him rapidly from memory to the door that was the third from last in the hallway in the east wing. He manages to wrench the door open to see a regular bedroom, bed sheets barely stirred. Before he can even put one foot in, a throat clears behind him. 

"It's rather rude to go into other people's bedrooms, don't you think?"

You got to be kidding me. Cater turns around with the fakest smile plastered across his face. Yuu looks unamused, tapping its foot impatiently against the wooden floorboards. 

"Just wanted to make sure, y'know?" Cater replies. Yuu gives a tight smile back. It goes around him and shuts the door with a hard thunk.

"Ever heard about how curiosity killed the cat?" 

Cater shakes his head in surrender, "I guess I need to look elsewhere for my lost item."

The entrance doors slam shut behind him hard enough to startle several birds out the dead trees in the yard. Cater doesn't bother giving a look back as he strides out of the yard and past the gated fence surrounding the property. That glimpse was enough and much more. Cater smirks to himself, taking his phone out and sending a quick text message to the group chat. Yes, curiosity may have killed the poor kitty cat…

But satisfaction brought it back.

viiii. Eulogy

It might surprise people to know that Trey Clover's first real friend is Che'nya Pinker.

That's not to say that Trey had trouble getting along with others as a kid, oh no. Everyone in his neighborhood agreed that he was a very sweet boy, who looked out for others around him. When he wasn’t taking care of his baby sister, he would be asked by other parents around the block to look after their own children, whether that be playing soccer games with the more energetic kids or patty cakes with the quiet ones. So it isn’t a stretch to say that he’s friends with nearly everyone. But Che’nya was a special case.

Their first meeting is still burned into Trey’s memory.

“You see it too, don’cha?” The boy had greeted him while swinging upside down on a low hanging tree branch. Trey had half a mind to scold him for the dangerous action before he actually looked at him. 

The first thing that takes Trey off guard is that he has eyes. They’re a shiny yellow, just a shade lighter than his. His pupils are long and thin, not round like his at all. He supposes it must be like a cat’s pupils—for he’s never seen anything like it. Then it’s his unique colorful hair, streaks of light pink intermingling with dark purple, making a strange striped pattern across the chopped uneven hair. Trey faintly recalls a certain cat from their local legends, whose fur boasted those very same colors. 

“...What are you talking about?” Trey eyes him warily. The cat boy gives a cheeky grin. He vanishes and then reappears in front of him, albeit with missing arms.

“The people around us who wear the faces of strangers.” Trey’s skin gets goosebumps at the way the boy observes him. He is not looking through Trey, but at him. Their eyes are directly making contact. “But you’re different. You have the face of a friend.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Trey furrows his eyebrows. The boy's grin stretches wider in response. (His teeth were rather blunter than expected, but his canines were pointed.)

“You’re strange. I’m stranger. Together, we can both be strange,” the cat boy chirps back lightheartedly. “The name’s Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. But you can just call me Che’nya.”

Something in his mind had clicked then. It’s hard to explain the feeling–just that it felt like a puzzle piece put into place. He hadn’t known it then, but at that point, the hands of fate had moved. 

Whatever the case may be, Trey was grateful to have Che’nya. Because now he knows that he isn’t crazy; not when he couldn’t see his parent’s faces nor his baby sister’s or even his other friends'. Che’nya too, only shrugs his shoulders when Trey asks him about his grandfather.

“The old man? Yeah, they say I have his eyes, but I wouldn’t know.” The statement is so casually delivered that Trey can hardly believe he’s talking about his only living relative and guardian. “His face does not mirror mine in my mind.”

Staring down at you, shivering with cold and hunger, he feels something churn in him again, just like that fateful day. 

He has his orders from Riddle: bring in the imposter alive. Trey isn’t a violent sort and nor does he enjoy boasting his strength over others like a sadist. And he cannot deny the feeling of cold rage that day when Yuu shuts down, fear inundating him that he may never, ever, get an explanation for the world he was born in. Why he and Che’nya were special, why he had to witness Riddle suffer under his mother–what was it all for?

Your face. There is no blank stretched skin—he can see your wide open eyes, bloodshot and fixated on him. Your mouth too, shaped in a pained grimace, lips bruised and bloodied from previous skirmishes. Surely, surely, there must be a reason why you were here. Why you bear the same face as Yuu. You hold all the answers, if you would just cooperate.

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Trey tries reaching out, but you scurry back into the hedges, squinted eyes wary and untrusting. You remind him of a frightened hedgehog, prickly spines bristled and body curled in to protect yourself. “I just wanna talk.”

“Go away, please,” the imposter quietly pleads. “Just pretend you never saw me! I swear I didn’t even know how I got here…”

Trey swallows hard. 

“Just come quietly. Please.” He is the one begging now. “It’ll be easier for all of us.”

“For who?” The imposter barks a sharp laugh. Trey doesn't miss the way they wince in pain from their wounds. “For me? Or for you?”

He doesn’t have an answer. The sound of running footsteps has him turning, and when he looks back, you’re already gone. The only traces that you were there at all were faint splotches of red blood and crushed grass.

Trey wonders if this, too, was meant to be fate.

—

Trey’s been lovingly dubbed as someone reliable. Some consider him to be an older brother figure due to his nagging and supportive care. It's ingrained in him at this point from the years he’s spent playing babysitter. Trey knows the students around him are not his younger siblings who need constant watching (although their actions say otherwise).

But he worries.

Just a bit. Trey knows better than anyone that you can take care of yourself just fine. He's seen how you carry yourself within those hedges. 

It's just that, he doesn't know if you're okay right now. How could he know? You've been silent even in the face of Riddle's unceasing letters. So of course he's just a bit unsure if you're actually okay, or if you don't trust them enough to say so.

Trey finds himself more frustrated with the ban they're under. Not because of the inability to see you, although that is part of it. No, it's because Riddle has managed to skirt around that rule to desperately grab onto you, and that was just enough to wear you down. 

He thinks if he was bold enough, he could've tried.

As if it wasn't enough, even Ace and Deuce find their own way to get to you, snatching up the chance to deliver the monthly tea party invitation. It takes everything in Trey to clench his teeth and let go—even when Cater ruins his plans. He can't get mad here because it won't get him any closer to you. He has to be the bigger person.

If there is one thing Trey knows about Cater, it's that he absolutely hates getting sweaty or dirty. If Cater wasn’t trying to get out of running those P.E laps, he would absolutely be shirking any extra work assigned. So he's more than suspicious when Cater bounces up to him with a grin saying he could help cover Trey's science club duty of watering plants. 

Trey likes to think he can tell when Cater’s lying. His close friend's happy go lucky demeanor often throws off others, but he’s been with him long enough to pick out his subtle tells. His eyebrow twitches when he’s particularly anxious and the corner of his mouth tends to perk up if he’s feeling particularly daring or desperate. Trey figures this must be something that even he can’t trust Trey with, if he’s going out of his way to take on extra work.

So Trey considers this repayment for letting him take his violets. He watches as Cater dashes off in labwear, waiting for a minute, before following after him. His duty was in the tropical zone of the botanical garden, so he has no worries even if he does lose him. 

He nearly does a double take when he sees you walking in the courtyard hallways by yourself. And before Trey could rethink his actions, he follows behind you, eyes not leaving your form for a minute. 

You look like you haven't slept well. There's dark circles under your eyes. He hopes you're brushing your teeth. There’s no signs of bandages or wounds that he remembers you in, which he supposes is one relief. Even if he so desperately wishes to cook you a proper meal—you look like you could fall over at any minute.

The realization your path is leading to the botanical garden comes just as Trey catches sight of the glass dome. He wants to rush in after you, but he stops himself just as the door swings close behind your form.

Cater is in there. It all makes sense now. Trey has to give it to him—Cater really does know every little happening in the school. But Trey knows him well too—and if he had to guess, even if Cater manages to talk to you, it won’t end pretty. His inability to be genuine will definitely only set you on edge and less likely to reciprocate. 

The waiting game he plays is nothing compared to the silence he had to endure before. Trey doesn’t have to look to know that you’re the one slamming open the doors to the botanical gardens, labwear dirtied and face twisted in a frustrated anger. He watches as you enter Professor Crewel’s office again and after some time, pop back out in completely different clothes. 

His chest tightens in longing as he continues to follow after (more from an instinctual drive now, rather than deliberate), trying to keep you in sight within the stone pillars. He wants to call out after you so badly and ask you what’s the matter, if you need help with anything. If there was anything he could do to make you forgive him for watching you bleed out on dewy grass. The sun is about to set, warm golden rays flickering between pillars and casting long shadows. Trey’s so enamored with following after you that he flinches back when the sun directly shines into his eyes, blinding him momentarily. 

He barely manages to get a hold of himself. By the time his eyes blink away the blurry blots, he realizes you’re looking back at him. His breath stops. Your eyes are wide and frightened as they are that day, and his heart drops to his stomach. Both of you don’t move, merely staring at each other. 

You finally break the connection, turning around and quickly walking away. Trey gasps, remembering to breathe, lungs screaming for air. 

What was that?

x. Entombment

It's a nice sunny afternoon in the Heartslabyul domain. There weren't any track club activities nor dreaded remedial lessons. If anything, this free time would have been perfect for a nap. He hadn’t been up to any large shenanigans like this since the whole fiasco of [First] and Yuu. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” 

Ace scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You got a better one, loosey Deucy? If we don’t do this now, then all of us are stuck until Housewarden grows a pair of balls.” 

Deuce Spade bites his lips. “I just think there might be a better way around this.”

“Yeah? And the sky is blue. Keep going, we don't have much time." Ace cranes his neck to the side of the bush, eyes warily looking out to make sure the coast is clear. 

Deuce grumbles but continues plucking, some roses already tucked within his arms. They chose a bush the furthest away from the dorm, in a hidden corner where no arched windows could overlook them. It was necessary, because today was Wednesday, and the Housewarden would have their heads for plucking his beloved roses out of all the flora.

His fingers are bleeding already, finger pads torn from repetitive tugging on the thorns and stems. They couldn’t afford taking any of the gardening tools, lest they be questioned for what they were doing with them. Still, even he had his limits.  

“Why is it that you aren’t helping at all?” Deuce snipes at Ace, who scowls back. 

“You want to be caught by someone, genius?” Ace replies snarkily. “Someone has to keep look out.”

“Doesn’t explain why I have to do all the work.” 

Ace rolls his eyes, deigning not to bother engaging in another futile argument that would lead to nowhere. Deuce is about to cut off a particularly stubborn rose when Ace pipes up again.

“...Did they ever respond to your texts?” Deuce only deflates in response. Ace’s mouth slants crookedly in an annoyed grimace. The two of them know full well what the answer to that was.

“Damn that cat…” Ace mutters bitterly under his breath. Deuce doesn’t say anything. He too, is finding it hard to not feel petty towards Grim right now. Weren’t they friends? He could’ve afforded to help them out somehow. But it’s no use. Their texts went unanswered. Headmaster had banned them from stepping foot onto Ramshackle grounds. It’s like you had closed everything off from them.

It’s why he doesn’t protest this plan, as reckless as it is. He’s not any better than Ace—he needs to see you. He and Ace were your closest friends, your first friends! He loved you. That had to mean something. If it didn’t, then…

“I think this is enough.” Deuce adjusts the messy bouquet in his hands, attempting to hold them without crushing the delicate petals. Ace looks over and nods in approval. He takes out crimson ribbons and a silk handkerchief and begins tying it around the stems in a very artful way that has Deuce’s eyebrows raising.

“Where did you get that?” Ace smirks in response at the interrogative question.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ace snatches the bouquet from his hands and slips in an envelope with the housewarden’s seal. Deuce silences the questions on the tip of his tongue. For whatever Ace has planned, he’s rather not know anything more troublesome than necesscary. 

What he failed to account for was getting caught. Housewarden Riddle was beyond furious for what they did. It was only by Trey and Cater's gentle reminders that what they did was for all of them, that he only calmed down.

Deuce supposes three days with the collar is better than a week. Even if it is a heavy thing that weighs on his very soul.

He only hopes that you don't notice the thorns they forgot to trim.

—

It’s a given that although Trey is the right hand of Heartslabyul, Cater is considered the left hand of Housewarden Riddle. It’s been that way since Deuce himself enrolled in NRC, and possibly even further back. He hadn’t understood it quite then, but after some time, he realized something that he should’ve realized a long time ago. 

To never get on Cater’s bad side.

There are events where the five of them gather outside of Yuu’s influence. Administrative meetings, monthly tea parties, and the occasional casual hang out. When you’re aware of how much of your life is affected from being not like the others, it’s common to side with those who are like you. 

Cater had called the meeting this time. It was a bit out of the blue, at least for him and Ace. It’s only when they’re all gathered around the playing table in the lounge, not another soul in sight, when Deuce realizes Cater has that gleam in his eye. One that screams that he got a viral lead on a hot topic. His upperclassman must have been investigating.

"Remember how mirrors are considered to be portals?"

Deuce's neck prickles.

"Your point, Cater?" Their housewarden is impatient, not aware of what the question poses. His arms are crossed with his eyebrows furrowed in a frustrated glare. Deuce realizes that he must have been the one to send out Cater.

"There's a mirror in the prefect's bedroom." Deuce blurts out, and Riddle’s steely eyes snap over in surprise. Cater nods in affirmation.

"Yeah. I only managed a glimpse, but Yuu covered their mirror." Cater says. 

“Hold on, you went into the prefect’s bedroom? Scratch that, to Ramshackle?” Ace asks. “Why are we just getting this now?”

“Because I just came back Acey,” Cater flicks his forehead, causing Ace to exclaim in pain. Trey smiles faintly at the action. “Also Riddle told me to keep it confidential—you two would have ran straight out if we had told you.” 

Deuce sheepishly rubs his neck at Cater’s pointed sentence. Riddle rubs his chin in thoughtfulness, eyebrows still furrowed. 

“But there isn’t anything magical about that mirror, is there?” Riddle asks, skepticism coating his tone. “The puppet could have simply covered that mirror out of an odd preference.”

“Acey, didn’t you mention that Yuu always mentioned seeing things in that mirror?” Cater responds, deflecting the question upon his underclassmen. Ace straightens as he and Deuce both exchange a glance.

“Yeah…something about a mouse in their mirror,” Ace answers slowly, face scrunched in an effort to recall memories. “I always thought it was just crazy dreams but…”

“Yuu was always insisting about it,” Deuce chimes in. “Said the mouse speaks to them and everything—that there was another world it was in.”

Trey and Cater share a furtive glance together before looking at Riddle. Their housewarden seems to be taking in the new information, closing his eyes in thought. For a while, no one dares to speak. 

“What do you think, Riddle?” Trey finally breaks the heavy silence, and Deuce breathlessly releases a sigh. Leave it to Trey to speak for all of them.

“If the mirror in the bedroom is magical, then that changes things.” Riddle pronounces with conviction. “If that mirror potentially holds a dimension, then that would be the perfect place to trap someone.”

“Cater.” The orange head straightens to attention at the stern command. “Find a way to get the puppet out of the dorm for a while. We’ll need to look into this ourselves.”

Cater smirks and a chill runs down Deuce’s spine. While Cater still has an easy going look, his jade green eyes have darkened with a sadistic gleam. 

“Roger that, housewarden!” His upperclassman chirps, already taking out his phone. 

Riddle is already barking orders that each of them are to take up within this mission of theirs. But Deuce nearly misses his task, eyes stuck on Cater’s face as he scrolls his phone.

He catches a glimpse of a photo before it’s quickly clicked away. Deuce snaps back to Riddle just in time for Cater to shoot him a wary glare, checking to make sure no one else was looking. 

Deuce is very glad he is working together with Cater.

[daisystwistedgarden]

concept: an orpheus/euridice retelling with lilia.

maybe it's a tale with general vanrouge as orpheus. you're his fae lover killed in the war. amongst the many heart-wrenching losses, there's one he never expected-- you, an innocent bystander, one who he tried to hide away from the horrors of war and yet lost all the same. he... he can't do this without you. there's too much responsibility on his shoulders. he can't mourn the loss of his loved ones without you. he can't raise this orphaned child, the only heir to the throne and the last hope of briar valley, without you.

somehow, the opportunity arises to save you. his devotion has driven him to a point of madness. this is what earns him an opportunity to rescue you from the afterlife. there's simply one rule lilia must follow: he may not, under any circumstances, turn around to look at you.

there's many interpretations of this myth. in some, orpheus fears he's been tricked by hades and grows doubtful of whether his beloved is really behind him-- he cannot hear her breathing, nor her footsteps, and in a fit of desperation, he turns around. others depict it as crueler twist of fate. upon reaching the surface, he turns to embrace his lover, only to find she's a few steps away from the threshold and thus never makes it to the land of the living once more. one interpretation has orpheus hear eurydice trip behind him and, on instinct, he turns around to soothe her woes and finds he's unintentionally failed the one task meant to save her.

general lilia's walk through the underworld is no exception. the man has grown desperate in your absence. the circumstances of the war seem to have toughened him into a strong, stoic soldier, but that has never been the reality. his soul yearns for respite. will there be a briar valley left standing after the war is said and done? will he even be alive to see it? the loss of his lover ruined him further. lilia's a wounded animal backed into a corner, baring his teeth with a feral glint in his eye. he's not well enough to handle this. he needs you back, alive, with him, to help him rebuild. himself. briar valley. please.

the sound of silence. the shuffle of a fallen body. the break of dawn illuminating the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

in the end it's all the same-- lilia turns around. you never make it back to the land of the living. the tale plays out again in the most cruel of ways. but does it sting you to know your fate has been, in both life and death, to be loved to the point of tragedy?

[ziankenvirus]

Malleus compared to my elder dragon fae lass.

...I have issues

... I wanted big görl

She comes from my twst ocs og dimension, she's old ahh lady.

She doesn't rlly-do much once at NRC w my other beans??? I mean Zahra's a grumpy old lady who takes up the role of school nurse. So she's just, seperate from them which is probably a good thing bc the old lady hates the youth 🧍/jjj

[reiyldx]

Rollo decided to come home LMFAOOA ON THE 12TH PULL PLSS

He's now chilling.

[s7-evermore]

*SHATTERS WINDOW AND CRIES*

HES SO FUCKING CUTE!!!! HES SO CUTE?!!! HES SO CUTE!! I WANT TO HUG HIM KISS HIM COOK FOR HIM EAT HIS COOKING LOVE HIM FOREVER

He’s so CUTE HES SO CUTE HES SO CUTE!!!

IM SRSLY CRYING

I think one of the scenes I love the most when it comes to these Twst mangas is seeing the life of the Yuus before they ended up in twisted wonderland. You can just see their character and stuff

Yuuken’s dedication to kendo and how hard he worked to revive the kendo club, as well as how he encouraged his own club member into continuously working hard despite his inferior skills

Yuuka’s skill in Judo (unfortunately we don’t know THAT much about her yet aside from she’s a Judo master 😎, I’m waiting for more Savanaclaw manga updates ngl) and something in the manga mentioned her “return”? Did something happen to Yuuka before?? Also her forehead scar?? Will they ever explain it??

And then Yuuta’s job in his father’s Chinese restaurant. He looks so concerned about his father…

[raidenamane]

I think idia has seen WAY TO MUCH than what he was supposed to see😨😨😨

⠀⠀  ⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍!

RIDDLE, LEONA, AZUL, KALIM, VIL, IDIA, MALLEUS ‧₊˚⊹

18+, sizekink, NONCON, DARK CONTENT, toxic relationship, toxic behaviour, threats, fingering, they are all overblotted its just not explicitly mentioned (kalim too), vaginal sex, drugging, yandere themes, mentions of violence, rough sex, kidnapping,

The house wardens as yanderes

all chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

VIL

Vil loves you, so, so, so much! He thinks you're so pretty, maybe even just as pretty as him..and that says a lot coming from him.

You two met at night raven collage, of course. But once you started dating, he got angry at everyone who even took a glance at you. How fucking dare they look at his jewel?! His one and only?? HIS QUEEN!?

Vil spent restless nights of thinking about what he should do about others getting to look at his perfect future wife, only he should be able to look at you.

Then he got it. He needs to lock you up in his home.

So he invited you over like every other day to drink some tea with you, but your tea was spiked.

All you remember is talking with vil and the next thing was that you were in a place you've never seen before. It was a beautiful and huge bedroom. You guessed it was vil's but..where? Did he take you home?!

"My love! You're awake.." you heard next to you "I almost thought rook put in the wrong poision.." he sighed in Relief. You were still really dizzy and as you tried to sit up..you couldn't.

You were tied to the bed by your wrists and ankles "v-vil?..what.." vil just smiled like he always does "oh, don't panic, my love..you're safe now..from all those peasants who don't even deserve to take a look at you. You're all mine now, you don't have to worry about them" he seemed beyond happy but you were about to burst out into tears.

Vil suddenly got on the bed and traced your body with his perfect hands, "don't look so frightened..my doll.." he kissed you softly, his once sweet and warm lips tasted like poison to you now. He disgusted you.

"You're safe with me.." he breathed against your lips and his soft kisses quickly got needy and sloppy. He moaned into the kisses and then pulled back "my perfect doll..so perfect.." he smiled and just took all of your clothes off, you tried to fight against it but it was no use.

his thumb slid over your exposed nipple "s-stop, vil! I-i'm begging you!" Vil frowned "my dear, please be quiet..or I might have to shut your mouth." He thought his threat will shut you up but you just kept whining and begging him to not do this.

He just groaned and took the last article of clothes off that he kept on your body, your pink lacey panties, and stuffed them into your mouth. You resisted so he had to pry your mouth open to get it inside.

"Way better, isn't it?" You shook your head and cried, but your tears only made him harder, seeing that makeup that you spent hours on run down your cheeks was such a sight "oh my dear..look at what you're doing to me.." he blushed and bit down on his index finger as he pushed his clothed erection against your pussy. The only thing separating your sweet cunt from his cock was his thin, red, and silky robe.

"I want to finally feel my doll around me.. I've been thinking about this ever since I met you.." you clenched your eyes shut and kept sobbing, looking like an angel to him. You should be happy that vil schönheit wants you all to himself, most people would kill to be in your Position!

"Mein geliebter Engel..Du bist so wunderschön.." he whispered against your lips before he kissed you again, mixing both of your lipglosses even more

"Du wirst für immer mir gehören.." he moaned between kisses. And you suddenly felt his hard, dripping cock against your entrance "oh..you're not wet yet..don't worry" he leaned down to your pussy and spit on it before licking up your folds to your clit and giving it a quick suck, to then let it go with a lewd Pop.

"That felt good, didn't it?" He smiled, spreading your pussy lips

"s-so pretty.." he completely lost his composure once he took a good look at your beautiful pussy. He doesn't like getting desperate, it's unattractive. But he can't help it.

"I'm going fucking make you pregnant, you'll stay with me forever then! Won't you? Say that you will, say it."

KALIM

It isnt like kalim to be controlling.. by his own will no less..

But Kalim has trapped you in his huge mansion for 10 days now "you won't leave right? You will stay right?" He asked with a bright smile on his face. You nodded nervously and Kalim laid back down on your soft chest, with his arms around your waist.

"No..you wouldn't..you love me. You wouldn't lead me on like that, I know it." He kissed one of your tits and giggled happily "if anyone would take you away from me, they would be killed on sight. You wouldn't want that for anyone right?" You slowly shook your head and Kalim hugged you tighter

"And that's why you need to stay here, right here..in my arms..forever. for as long as we both live!"

AZUL

You been together with Azul for only a month now but you already knew it wasn't going to work out, but anytime you confronted him about him being too possessive he suddenly freaked out and said horrible things like "how could you even think of leaving me? Why would you do this to me?" So you always just apologized and he went right back to being normal.

Suddenly one day azul pulled you out of the Halls into an empty classroom, to slam you against the wall

"A-Azul what-" "shut up!" He interrupted you and suddenly ripped your panties down your legs "AZUL!" You yelled but he slapped you to shut you up "Floyd told me how you were talking about breaking up with me." He quickly sucked on his fingers to then ram them into your pussy, you moaned loudly into your hand and felt tears starting to form.

"Didn't know azul could get that angry~" you suddenly heard floyd say, followed up by jades giggle

You started crying and gripped onto azuls shoulders for dear life "y-you know I would never do that, Azul! please!" The eel twin grabbed your face harshly "you sayin' that I'm lyin? I know what I heard." Jade then slowly took Floyd's hand away from your pretty face and said "don't get too worked up, she probably knows what she did wrong"

Azul just ignored them and continued talking with you "you know that I wouldn't want to live without you! Do you want me to suffer? Do you want me to die?!" His Fingers sped up and you let a moan slip

"Look, she's getting off on watching poor Azul in pain" Floyd giggled, your eyes widened and you shook your head "n-no! No! I-i-" Azul slapped you again and dragged you over to the tables to slam you down onto one of them, the three men looked down at you..looking almost disappointed.

did you really Do something wrong?

Are you a bad person for wanting to leave azul?

The white-haired man started to walk to the door "make her feel like I feel and shut her mouth..that slutty mouth gets way too loud, don't want anyone to know what a bad person you are, right?" His last question was directed at you. Then azul left you alone with the two hungry-looking eels.

You should have never wanted to break up with azul..

LEONA

Leona isn't used to doing his wrongdoings on his own, but you're worth it. You're worth taking a break from his laziness

He took you back home and locked you up in his room, with your ankle chained to his bed.

"Herbivore, it's all your fault." He rasped as the lion laid beside you, fingers pinching your clit looking your beautiful form up and down, he sat up and looked down at you

"Getting all handsy with Jack of all people..you brought this upon yourself." As said before, Leona doesn't like handling things on his own. But he had no other choice.

No one will find you here anyway, because who would think that Leona of all people had a dangerously possessive crush on you? "L-Leona..please..let me-" before you could end your sentence Leona slapped you before going back to rubbing your clit and driving you closer to yours.

you stopped counting how many times you've came..you don't even know how to count properly anymore

"You speak when spoken to from now on, herbivore.." he sighed and caressed the spot where he slapped you "you need to realize what you have done wrong..only then can I take those chains off of you." You whimpered desperately, but that only Set the lion off.

Your little whimpers and cries are just awakening his primal desires of mating with you, with his little prey..he has full control over you. He might even become King if he'd breed you over and over again..but truly..he doesn't even think about not being King when you're by his side.

RIDDLE

Riddle has been in love with you ever since he met you, you even agreed to trying to oblige the Queen's rules!

But you arent his yet..because you've still been talking to some students in a flirtatious manner..he didn't like that. At all.

It makes him furious, jealous, murderous even..

He needed them to be gone, so its off with their heads, literally..

He had enough of people talking about his rose like she was an object, he needed to end it. He didn't care about consequences..he just needed you all to himself, riddle would kill everyone he knows, just for you to be his own.

"You understand, right?" He asked caressing your cheek, staining it with the blood of all of the heartsylabul students. The beautiful redhead put the axe down and stared into your terrified eyes, so lovingly. Riddle seemed so calm, so happy..even though he has just killed so many innocent people, including his friends.

"May I kiss you, my love?" He asked softly, you had no choice but to say yes. He would kill you too if you said no..so you nodded and his soft and warm lips kissed your own "I did all this because I love you..you love me too, right?" He asked, kissing you again

You just mindlessly nodded and riddle just started to cry tears of Joy "I'm sorry, my love.. I'm just..so happy to know you love me too.." riddle hugged you and picked you up

"Now let's get you cleaned up, my love..i don't want these waste of spaces blood on your perfect skin.."

IDIA

Idia wasn't used to his crushes actually liking him back..most thought he was creepy, a perv or just a shut-in.

But you liked him back! The prettiest and most caring girl he has ever seen!!

He can't afford to lose you, he needs you to stay. He is too anxious that you'll leave him for someone better than him..but..he's the best for you, right?

"Y-you're gonna stay with me, right?" He asked as his fingers were buried deep inside your pussy, you couldn't answer though. Idia stuffed your mouth to keep you from wailing.

Idia made a potion just for you~ making you unable to move unless he said so, isn't that great?! You won't be able to fight against his love for you.

Idia smiled at you and kissed your forehead "I know you will.. I'm the only person for you anyway.." his Fingers sped up and the wet squelching got louder. This was better than any hentai ever!

You wanted to slap yourself for liking the feeling of his slender fingers fucking you open for him.

Idia got closer to you and snuggled his face between your tits to Listen to your heartbeat "my lovely girlfriend~ ehehe~" he chuckled feeling your cunt spasm around his fingers.

Knowing you were about to cum he slid his fingers out, grinning at how you started crying from the empty feeling inside you "m-mhh..so cutee~" idias eyes switched from his dripping and sticky fingers to your pulsing cunt. He has never seen such a pretty sight.

"I'm gonna take you home..marry you..and impregnate you ehehee~!" He giggled with a crazy and horny look on his face. "Gonna impregnate you over and over again~" he kissed you but as you needily kissed him back he pulled away, giggling at you whining.

"Nuh-uh~ don't get so needy now~ wait 'till we're home!" He said in a fake embarrassed tone.

Idia hugged your trembling body again but then got lower and kissed your sensitive clit while holding onto your thighs "my girlfriend..you're all mine~"

"Mine, mine, mine!" He said between kissing all over your pussy

"My wife, my girl, mine!"

MALLEUS

It's malleus's natural instinct to protect and seal his most valuable treasures. That treasure being you, of course.

He doesn't tie you up though, he has no reason to. He knows you can't and won't flee his castle.

malleus would fall apart if you left him, his screams of pure agony could be heard everywhere..and as much as you want to leave and live a normal life again..you still loved malleus.

The horned man has dressed you up in a long, off-shoulder pink dress..the color always made you look so innocent..he loved that look in your eyes when he had you in a mating press, that dress all ripped apart and tears of pleasure streaming down your beautiful face..it was his favorite sight. Knowing that he, a big bad dragon, has captured and defiled this innocent princess makes him absolutely feral

Because thats what you are to him, a precious, innocent little princess..

"You can take more, right, my love?" He muttered softly in your ear before he kissed your cheek to then lick your tears away with his long and split tongue.

"N-nouuh- s-aah..full!" You babbled mindlessly

He loved it when you lost all of your clear thoughts, leaving nothing in your mind but him, him, him!

You only thought of malleus and his huge thick cocks both penetrating you, it was a wonderful feeling..for the both of you, it's like you were made for him! And you were, you were sent into this World for him..he is convinced that had to be it!

You are so perfect, it makes him want to desecrate you even more..he wants to breed you until you both die, you will bear all the Kids that he can give you. The thought of you being pregnant with his children drives him mad

"You can take more..you always do, my love..just..just take it for me..i know you want to."

[spadecentral]

🤛 Hit & Kiss | Deuce Spade x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: i was thinking abt delinquent deuce guys. ALSO TYSM FOR 1700 FOLLOWERS THATS INSANE BRO

>> masterlist: twst >> summary: deuce shows up on your doorstep a little bloodier than usual >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

Deuce Spade showing up at the door to Ramshackle is not uncommon. On a normal day, he’ll show up with his backpack slung across his shoulder and a smile spread across his face. But today was anything but a regular day.

His head is turned away from you as you open the door, the wood creaking being the only sound between the two of you. His hair—that’s usually combed—is spiked up in odd ways, and his tie is pulled loose. Looking down, you can see how his hands are turned palms-forward, as if he doesn’t want you to see the backs of them.

“Deuce?” you say as you scan over him. He doesn’t tilt his head up as you say his name like he usually does, and you know something’s off.

“Could I, uh, come inside?” he asks, his voice more awkward than usual. And softer, too.

“Yeah,” you say, leaving space in the doorway for him to come inside.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can see just a small flash of teeth from a smile he gives you as he walks by. You lock the door haphazardly as he walks over to your living room and sinks into a couch, its old memory foam cushion not supporting him at all.

Standing in the doorway, you stare at him as he fidgets with his fingers and stares in front of him. As you watch him, you notice just how red his knuckles are. And that paired with the way he’s tilting his face away from you gives you all the information you need to know. It’s not like you weren’t expecting something like this, especially after connecting the dots that the legendary Cold One Duke from the visit to his hometown is actually “Cauldron Deuce”, which is a less terrifying—but all the more endearing—nickname. Turning on your heel, you head up the stairs and into the only usable bathroom, before opening up the medicine cabinet to grab your medicine kit.

“Myahh, human, what’s all the ruckus about?” Grim asks you as you leave the bathroom, his voice carrying out of your bedroom and through the hall.

Poking your head into your room, you spot Grim curled up on your bed, one eye open as he sunbathes. “Nothing, just grabbing something from the bathroom.”

He purrs in response, drifting back off to sleep like he didn’t hear you at all.

Laughing silently to yourself, you open up your phone to snap a photo of the cat monster. You notice there’s no notification from Ace, which usually always happens when something—anything—goes on. Frowning, you shoot him a quick text to try and maybe get a gauge of the situation before you go ask Deuce about it. 

you (4:14 pm): hey what happened to deuce? hes over here beat up bro

When there’s no immediate response you sigh, turning your phone off and making your way back downstairs to the couch where Deuce is still seated. Walking into the room, you take a seat across from him on the dusty coffee table, setting the first aid kit down next to you and opening it up.

“C’mon,” you say as you hold out a palm.

Deuce looks at you skeptically before complying, placing his beat up hand on your clean one.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t know how to say it.

You respond by pressing a little harder on his hand with an alcohol swab, making a wince appear across his face. “For what?”

“...Showing up,” he responds hesitantly, shrugging. “Here.”

“Mm,” you hum, thinking about what to say in response. There’s a beat of silence, and you can tell that Deuce is getting more uncomfortable by the second. “What even caused this in the first place?”

“Someone… said something,” he pauses, trying to figure out what words he wants to say.

“About you, or…?”

There’s a soft groan that escapes Deuce, one that he usually makes when he’s frustrated with classwork. “No. It was about, uh, you.”

Your hands stall for a minute as you take in that sentence, before starting back up again, now on his other hand. “You didn’t have to, y’know.”

Deuce finally looks up at you when you say that, and through the bruise that’s forming on his eyelid, you can see him reeling and trying to form a sentence that’s not abrasive. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, you didn’t have to get in a fight because someone said something mean,” you tell him, now focusing on his face. Pushing his hair away from his face and pinning it back with a random hair clip you had laying around on the table from one of your previous sleepovers with the rest of the first-year group. As you poke around, you can feel his face start to heat up under your touch. “Are you getting a cold?”

“What?!” he splutters, pushing your hands away from his pink-tinted face. “No! No, I’m not. And of course I had to do something, I li—”

He cuts himself off, which is truly a sight to behold. You almost giggle as his face contorts into a look that seems painful. But you let the silence settle as you wait for him to say something.

“Sorry,” he says, a hand coming up to rub the nape of his neck. “I shouldn’t have—”

You don’t know what else to do but to cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He makes a noise of surprise, and not being experienced in the subject of kissing, he doesn’t know exactly what to do. As you lean away, he follows you for just a second before reeling back, a look of shock evident on both your faces. 

“Uh— sorry,” now it’s your turn to flush red.

“No! No it was…” he trails off, unsure of how to finish his sentence without sounding totally stupid. “I– I liked it.”

He sounded stupid anyway, but you didn’t care.

“I like you, Deuce,” you tell him. “It’s probably pretty obvious now, haha.”

“I, uh, I like you too,” he responds, lifting one of his bruised hands to caress your cheek. “Can we uh… do that again?”

This time you laugh at him, but not in a mean way; never in a mean way. “Of course.”

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table next to you, but you’re too caught up to notice as you lean in for the second time that afternoon, and leave all your worries for another moment.

idiot central (4:23 pm): no

idiot central (4:23 pm): also can u 2 pls like kiss b4 i kms so i dont third wheel forever

!!!please reblog!!!

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