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How they Get You under the Mistletoe, Part Two

Summary: Staff and Non NRC students x gn! Reader

A/N: IT IS 11:54 ON DECEMBER 25TH, SO I FINISHED THIS ON TIME LET'S FUCKING GO!

Part One

CW:It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age. Also, use of alcohol in Crewel's part.

Dire Crowley

Rage Bait

The ghosts thought they were helping. They had decorated Ramshackle, and you were having a holiday party before your friends left for winter break. But they'd also put up mistletoe. And every time you tried to take it down, they'd float up and move it farther out of reach.

“Surely there's a special someone who'll be here tonight,” one of them said with a giggle.

“We just don't want you to regret not making a move, when you're our ages,” another one said with paternal softness.

You grumbled and stormed back over to the party, which was quickly getting out of hand. The later it got, more people showed up, and now there were more strangers than friends in your living space. And as though that wasn't bad enough-

“Prefect!”

You groaned when you heard the headmage’s voice. You turned around from the broken glass you were sweeping up, and sighed.

“What can I do for you, headmage?”

“I consider myself very generous, and can overlook a simple celebration, but this is out of hand.”

“Yah think?” You shouted, gesturing at the fight that had just broken out in the corner.

“How do you plan to shut it down?”

“I'm working on it!” You snapped, walking away with a dustpan full of glass, ready to sweep up the newest disaster.

“I have an idea,” he said, half a step behind you, not missing a single beat, despite the crowd doing its darndest to separate you.

“What is it?” You said, only half listening as you set down the dustpan.

He grabbed your arm, yanking you to the side.

“Kiss me,” he said with a wicked grin.

“What the fuck!”

He smirked even deeper, pointing up. And there was the mistletoe from earlier….but you could have sworn it was over there….

You made eye contact with one of the ghosts who winked at you.

“H-how is that gonna help?” You stuttered.

“Surely, your peers would find it unsettling to see the Headmage kissing his lover.”

“Lover?” You rolled your eyes. “You're not my lover-”

“But you'd like me to be,” his eyes twinkled.

“You don't even give me enough money to reward Grim when he actually passes a test.”

“Doesn't matter. I'm a handsome man. You can't say you're resistant to my charms.”

You pulled out of his grip and snapped.

“Oh please! If I was going to go for any of the staff, I'd go for Crewel!”

“Really?” His eyes narrowed. “Perhaps you're too scared to kiss me.”

“What!”

“You're worried that if you kiss me, you'll be forced to accept your feelings.”

“Shut up!”

“I'm a very generous lover-”

You slammed your lips against his, angrily. He kissed back with just as much force, his hands twining in your hair. The anger turned quickly to passion, and you were soon overwhelmed by the feelings inside you, shoving him away from you as you pressed your hands to your open mouth in shock.

He smirked, and you realized no one was in your dorm, except Ace, who was staring in complete disgust.

Divus Crewel

Double dog dare you

Vargas and Sam were both drinking with Crewel at the staff holiday party. It was meant to be a calm relaxed evening. But you'd shown up to interrogate the Headmage about something, and now Sam and Ashton were acting like fools.

“C'mon, man up!”

“We know you want to.”

“Gentlemen, please, let's be professional,” Divus grumbled as he threw back his glass.

“They aren't in your class anymore!”

“And my friends say that they are head over heels for you.”

“C'mon man up!”

“If you say man up one more time!” Divus scowled.

“If you don't, he will,” Sam snickered, pointing at Crowley, who did, indeed, seem to be trying to huddle you over to the mistletoe that someone had decided to put up for some reason. Though, the longer Crowley was shifting you, the clearer it became that this was a malicious plot.

“I dare you to swoop them up from under his wing, and give them a kiss they'll never forget,” Vargas said childishly.

Divus looked over at you, snatched Sam's drink, chugged it down, then stormed over to the both of you, buoyed on by the cheers of his friends.

“Scuse me Headmage,” he slurred, yanking you to him and kissing you sloppily.

…

When he woke up the next morning with a killer hangover, he would have thought it was all a dream. Until he saw you sleeping in a chair by his bed, holding a bucket full of vomit.

Mozus Trein

The Parent Trap

He'd invited you to the holiday party at his estate in the country. He thought it would be a low key way to introduce you to his daughters. If you got overwhelmed, you could blend into the crowd, or hide in his guest room upstairs, and no one would even notice you'd slipped away.

His daughters were a little too excited that he was dating again.

“Papa, you gotta!”

“It would be so romantic!”

The good news was, they liked you. Unfortunately (fortunately?) they might have been a little too excited.

“I'm not going to pull them away from the party, just to kiss them under a leaf,” he said with a glare.

“Don't worry, you don't have to pull them away!” Ania said with a smile, pulling out her magic pen. Unfortunately (fortunately?) Ania was incredibly gifted with flora magic. Materializing mistletoe above the two of you would be simple.

“I absolutely forbid it,” he hissed.

“Y/N! Over here please!” Darleen called to you. You politely excused yourself from the conversation you were having, and walked over to the group, eying his children nervously. Your gut instincts were definitely right.

“You don't have to-” Ania covered Trein’s mouth with her hand, giggling excitedly.

“What's going on?” You asked, eying him in concern.

“Just stand right there!” Darleen said, both daughters taking three steps back, before Ania quickly muttered a spell. You looked up and saw the mistletoe, your eyes widening. You looked over to his daughters, but they were already running away, hiding in the crowd.

You looked at Trein, feeling your cheeks warm as he stared at you with an empty expression on his face.

“We don't have to-”

He said, gently taking your hand in his, caressing the back with his thumb.

“I would be a fool not to accept this gift,” he said, sounding bitter, but there was light in his eyes. You smiled softly, and he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

Ashton Vargas

Decoration Team

He'd somehow tricked you into decorating the employee lounge with him. You always thought he was more brawn than brains, but this wasn't the first time he'd tricked you into manual labor, so maybe you were the dumb one.

“Hah! Good work!” He slapped your back affectionately, and you stumbled into the table you were decorating, causing a couple of the tchotchkes you'd just placed to tumble forward. You frowned, and sighed, but he laughed again.

“Forget the table. I need you for something,” he snatched your wrist, dragging you to a corner of the room. Then, with absolutely no warning, he picked you up, and placed you on his shoulders. You gripped his head, absolutely terrified that you'd tumble.

“Don't worry. I got you. That's why I built up these muscles!” He momentarily let go of your left thigh to flex. This did not ease your panic.

He reached into his pocket and handed you something.

“Hang that on the ceiling right above ya! Let me know when you're finished.”

You stared at the mistletoe, and sighed. The sooner you put it up, the sooner he'd put you down.

“So, uh, is this a popular decoration for a staff party?” You asked, trying to ease your anxiety through conversation.

“Nah.”

“Nah? Done, by the way.”

He gently let you down from his shoulders, then turned you to face him.

“This won't get much use at the party. This decoration is for my….personal…enjoyment,” he purred as he took your chin in his hand.

Sam

*Gasp* you tripped!

Sam's shop always had weird things. But definitely the weirdest thing it had at the moment was the out of control mistletoe bush. A student had bought it, tried to cast a spell on it, then promptly returned it when he realized it was growing beyond his control. Normally, Sam had a strict no return policy. But he'd stared at it for moment, then agreed to the return.

It was the end of the night, and he was finally getting around to fixing it. He was simply staring at it, trying to puzzle out how to clean it up. You were staying far away. Partially because the monstrosity the mistletoe had become was horrifying beyond the realms of imagination, but also because….

You know…

Mistletoe.

Not that Sam wasn't unbelievably attractive. It just would be awkward if you both ended up near it. And Sam was a professional. He'd probably just laugh lightly and send you on your way. But still…it would be awkward.

Right?

“Sam,” you said, but he was so engrossed, he didn't hear you.

“Sam, I'm gonna clock out-” you had taken a step forward, but tripped over what felt like an outstretched leg, right into his arms.

“Ah! Are you alright, my little imp?” His voice sounded concerned, but the expression on his face didn't quite match.

“Y-yeah,” you said, trying to pretend you didn't notice just where you both were standing. He looked you up and down, rubbing your arms, as though looking for any injuries.

“You're certain?”

The mistletoe creature thing wrapped around the two of you, and you stiffened as you were pushed closer together. You tried to keep your mind off of the muscle you were feeling under his clothes.

“I know how to fix this. But should I?”

“Huh?” You gasped, mildly horrified about the implications.

“I can get out of this easily, but I could leave you as a sacrifice to the mistletoe.”

“What!”

He snickered. “Or we can make a deal.”

Uh oh. You've seen him do this to other people, but never to you….

“Sam, you write my paycheck. You know I don't have any money to give you.”

“I don't want money. But you do have something I want,” he leaned in so that your noses were pressing together. “I'd like your heart. Think that's a deal you can make?”

Neige le Blanche

Marketing Campaign

After the SDC, Neige had pushed to get his manager to take you on. And now you were a notable up and comer, doing projects with Neige.

This campaign was for a cologne. It was winter themed, with hints of cinnamon and cloves, and Neige was to be the figurehead of the campaign. But he'd been insistent that you be his partner in this ad. You hadn't tested the product, you hadn't received a script or any information, other than the fancy outfit you'd been given for the photo.

Your manager was quickly giving you the rundown as hair and makeup worked on you, and you were just kind of nodding along, until,

“Wait, say that again?”

“You're going to be kissing his neck while you stand under the mistletoe?” Your manager said.

You stiffened, earning a scolding from your makeup guy for wrinkling your forehead.

“I know it's a big jump for his image, but your face will be at an angle, so you might not be associated with the image cha-”

“Does Neige know about this?” You asked, your voice squeaking a little.

“Yes. Of course he knows,” you manager rolled her eyes, before continuing with the brief.

Your manager continued briefing you, but you felt light headed and couldn't focus on her words.

Now that you were on the photo set, you stood stiffly waiting for the photographer to pose you.

“Sorry, Y/N, I meant to tell you about the shift in my image, but I forgot.”

Would it be unprofessional to say that it wasn't the image shift that had you tense?

“Don't worry about it, Neige,” you tried to laugh it off, but quickly you were being positioned for the photo, Neige tilting his head back, fully exposing his neck, where it was implied that he had used the cologne from the campaign.

You were positioned with your lips pressed to his neck. You really doubted you even needed makeup for this shot, your face was barely visible, but whatever.

“I'm really sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, barely moving his lips as the camera whirred.

“Don't worry about it,” you whispered into his neck.

“Alright, slowly kiss up his neck, then you're gonna grab his hair and kiss him. Slowly. We want to do this in one take,” the photographer said. You felt your cheeks grow warm, and you made eye contact with Neige, whose cheeks were slightly pink.

“Sorry,” he breathed hoarsely.

“It's fine,” you whispered, following instructions, slowly, and kissing him, the taste of apples invading your mouth.

“Got it!” The photographer shouted, and you both separated quickly.

The photographer grinned at the photos on his camera, then raised that smile to you, giving you a wink.

“You were right, Neige, they were perfect for this one!”

You turned to Neige, your eyes wide, and you noticed he was heavily avoiding eye contact, his face bright red.

Rollo Flamme

Purity check

Can you tell from how I write him that I have religious trauma? 😂

Now that you'd been studying at NBC for a semester-long exchange program, you realized how close you'd grown to him. But still, sometimes you felt like you needed him to back off. You weren't a child, you could do what you wanted. Including-

“It's none of your business if I made out with someone!”

“There are rules to be followed on this campus. I don't know how they did things at NRC, but we have standards here.”

“Look! I didn't make out with anyone! And if I did, I don't need to tell you about it!”

You both glared at each other. He broke first.

“Come,” he said, grabbing your arm, and pulling you to the corner of the room where the mistletoe hung. He shot a glare at the couple that was using it, and they ran.

Come to think of it….this whole party was illegal. Why was he zeroing in on you? How was that fair?

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

“What!” You shouted, and his glare deepened.

“If you're worried about appearances, we are under the mistletoe, so it would be socially acceptable.”

“That's not-”

“Kiss me, and prove that you haven't been illegally kissing someone while at an illegal party,” he looked so fucking smug. Like he knew he'd won.

“How is that going to prove-”

“I'll taste someone on you. If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.”

“Everyone here is kissing people-”

“You're here to purify you from those mage’s poison-”

“You're insufferable!”

“Please just kiss him!” You'd forgotten the vice president was with him, too caught up in the anger you were filled with. “If you just do it, we can all go home! Please!”

You both glared at each other, then you sighed, and kissed him. When you pulled away, he pursed his lips, eying you up and down, his cheeks dusted in pink.

“Return to your dorm within the hour, and you won't receive detention.”

And then he waltzed out as though nothing happened.

Chenya

…I'm praying for your soul….

“Mwahahaha!”

You stiffened. You knew that laughter. He was here. You'd locked every door and window, just in case. You'd told him you were spending a quiet night in, when he'd stolen Ace's phone to text you. And you intended it to stay that way.

But that voice was nearby…

You grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa, preparing for the moment he would appear.

You felt something smack you in the face. You looked at the thing that hit you, that had fallen to your feet. You picked it up, rolling it around in your hands, before your eyes widened.

“Mwahahaha!”

“Wait…” you whispered, the implications of the mistletoe in your hands finally hitting.

The mistletoe was yanked from your hands, by an invisible monster. It reappeared above you, then a mouth was on yours. He tastes like stolen strawberries, and one too many desserts. The lips left yours, and you felt him disappear again. Then his tail appeared, wrapping around you, as you felt him set his chin on your shoulder, a purr making your heart rate calm.

“Mmm you're delicious. Glad I stole that little toy from Riddle,” he giggled.

“He doesn't know you're here, right?” You whispered.

“Hee hee,” he vanished with that giggle, as you heard.

“Y/N L/N! Relinquish the thief!”

....

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cvlutos · 1 year

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"Kindergarten Teacher"

| 01.30.23 | 1.3K | Rated PG |

DILF!NRC Staff X GN!Reader

T.Manor.Notes: @hideousvoid Void. I blame you cause im slightly a Mozus Fan.

You work at your local elementary school, a simple kindergarten teacher. Taking care of kids and children all day and doing your job well. Well enough until you catch the attention of five handsome bachelors.

♡ DIRE CROWLEY

One very energetic five-year-old son, Keiran, who is often getting into trouble. Who is also very spoiled by his father, who you assume is only in his 30s. He’s weird, always the very first parent to drop his son and the very last parent to pick up his son. Who is always kind though sometimes inconveniences you, by arriving later than he’s supposed to. His ex-wife sometimes retrieves their son, and she absolutely despises him. Won't hesitate to speak badly about him, though she seems kind enough.

“Hey-llo!”

His voice is loud and sucks you from your thoughts as you turn from the toy section and dusting off your hands. Dire Crowley has a grin across his lips, the usual gold mask covering the upper half of his face. You aren’t sure why he wears it, nor have you ever asked. You glance at the clock, 30 minutes late, again. He notices the restrained sigh and gives a sheepish grin. “I know. I know—”

You move across the room, gently shaking Keiran’s shoulders, seeing as he fell asleep. “Ill make it up to you. Promise.” The boy mumbles and shifts, before waking up with a soft yawn. “[Name]~ You know i will. How bout dinner?” You usher Keiran towards the door, holding his hand and giving the man a knowing look. You can’t go on dates with parents. “I know that look. Promise. It’s completely professional.”

You watch Keiran, half-asleep, latch to his father’s leg, before looking at the man before you. He has an earnest smile and you sigh. “Only if it’s professional. Nothing else.”

Dire is dedicated. One professional date turned into two, then two turned into five. Which was quickly spread cause of Keiran telling the next door classroom teacher, who teases you profusely about liking the elusive man. While Crowley is more than pleased and very public about him pursing you, while remaining “professional”.

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♡ DIVUS CREWEL

He has a sassy and quite smart six-year-old daughter, Belle, who many call Bonnie. She’s a real chatterbox and quite popular amongst her peers with impeccable fashion taste like her father. Who is very intimidating and quite punctual. Never a moment late. He’s extremely intimidating, yet most of the teachers gather for his appearance. He’s absolutely gorgeous. Same with his ex-wife, who is also quite intimidating and snappy, like it’s amazing just how well they look together even if they aren’t together.

“[Name].”

Divus’ voice seems to echo as several other kindergarten teachers watch the scene unfold. You kneeling, helping Bonnie fix her dress which some boy ruined, that had her crying, while Divus had his usual unreadable scowl. “Uh—yes.” You’ve seen other students get scolded as if children by Crewel and the last thing you needed is to be dragged to hell and back for his daughter crying. He doesn’t respond, kneeling beside you, and pulling a black and white handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his daughter’s tears.

“We save our tears for private and so none receive satisfaction.” He speaks to his daughter, smoothing out the expensive material of her ruined dress, before turning his head to you once she stopped crying.

“I would like to invite you to an event with me and Belle. She really favors you.”

You look at the girl, watching her curls bounce as she nods, a pretty smile spreading across her lips. “I want you to go.” And how could you refuse?

You smile in return, “Id love too.”

Divus is the definition of perfect and an absolute gentleman. After the event with the father-daughter duo, both treat you extremely differently at work. Bonnie was far nicer than she was before and always asks you to visit, while Divus takes a moment to greet you and speak to you, much to the other teachers dismay. Sometimes on the rarest occasions, you’ll find the freshest bouquet of red roses on your desk, which only meet Bonnie’s giggles when you ask.

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♡ MOZUS TREIN

Now he already has two daughters, but you see him when he comes to pick up his five-year-old grandson, Edward, and his eight-year-old granddaughter, Ana, who’s in a different classroom. Mozus makes a special appearance, always arriving posed and perfect, an older man, who only smiles at the sight of his grandchildren. You’ve spoken to him once about bullying that was happening and he applauded you for helping his grandson, who was an absolute people pleaser.

“Excellent job. I thank you for having enticing programs. I wish half the teacher taught as such.”

Delicate finger picked and plucked at the invisible dust of his refined coat, before flicking him off and looking at you lazily, almost like a cat. You give a sheepish smile.

“Of course—“

“But I do have some adjustments if you don’t mind me sharing,” he trails off, a thin smile across his lips as he watches Edward shove his school work into his bag, a chocolate chip cookie hanging past his lips as he tries to be fast. “Tea. Sometime this weekend if your free. To better enrich your curriculum.”

“I—okay.”

You aren’t into older men, at least, you shouldn’t be. Yet he has the most poise and grace. He never raises his volume, never yells, and finds tactful ways to show his own displeasure. He’s also extremely smart, giving the most useful tips for your lesson plans, all while petting his cat, Lucius, who merely stares at you.

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♡ ASHTON VARGAS

He’s a lot. And unlike the other teachers, you never see him pick up his son, Adam, never once. It’s only his ex-girlfriend, who is a very quiet and put together woman. You ran into Ashton while at the gym, whether for yourself or a friend, for moral support. He noticed you before you noticed him. Yelling at you with a wide grin, while surround by men. If you hadn’t known better, you’d assume he was gay.

“Ah! [Name]! Just the person I wanted to see.”

You have an uncomfortable grin while he chats away. Questioning you about his ex-girlfriend. If she was seeing someone, if she brought that scrawny dude Johnathan with her when she came. (Which she has, and he was extremely sweet, plus he and Ashton’s Ex have been together for nearly 3 years. But you’re not gonna tell him that.) He grilled you for a good 30 minutes before stopping and looking your over.

“Actually. In better lighting, you are quite attractive.”

After that, you could not get rid of him. He was adamant on picking up his son, who was just as confused as you and his mother. While Ashton flirted with the other ladies, before sending you a wave and enormous smile and going on his merry way.

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♡ SAM

The youngest man out of all the parents with a daughter, Tia, who is just the sweetest, while also insanely odd. She spends most of her time alone and doing her own thing. And oddly, you’re the only person she smiles at. And often bring you homemade gifts. While her father scares you every time he visits, always popping up from the shadows with a grin.

“Heyy~”

He waves, one of the later parents, always busy and just back from working, which you know from talking with Tia. Who’s also as silent as her father, appearing randomly all prepared to go. Before stopping and waving at you, with a very happy goodbye, which surprises Sam a lot, but nonetheless chuckles.

You run into in his shop for a quick snack after work, which turns into you spending nearly two hours with them. Since Tia needed homework help, and was insistent you help and not her dad, cause ‘he liked making up stuff’ which Sam never denied. You end up spending a lot of time with them.

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“Now. Who would you choose?”

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writingfool001 · 9 months

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Manga Artist MC

Authors Note: I'm trying to fall back in love with writing again, I'm getting there slowly.

Request: No, author wanted something short and silly.

Pairing: Vargas, Lilia, Riddle x manga artist reader

Warning: gn reader, quick, fluff, headcannon, established relationship, & reader

Vargas

Opposites that attracted.

He would help you make sure to stretch and take a break from sitting at your desk.

I can see him lifting you and popping your back.

He is also helpful if you need to buy a large amount of supplies.

He asked Sam if he would sell your work at the student store which seems to sell well.

Every time you get your in an actual book, he asks for you to sign it so he can brag about it to Crowley who took an interest in your work.

He'll act as bodyguard for any book signing or panel you go to to talk about your work.

Has learned the hard way to not rearrange or move things around your workroom.

Appreciates the small doodles you have of him whenever you're telling your readers stories about working on the volume towards the end of the manga

Is there to comfort you if you've had a rough day or are butting heads with your editor.

Lilia

He finds your work fascinating.

He may give the occasional outsider opinion when you're having writer/artist block.

He'll also act as bodyguard for any book signing or panel you go to to talk about your work, but use it as another reason for a date and to be all lovey.

He has sold this book to so many of the students which caused more foot traffic for your stuff.

Being fatherly, he tells you to take care of yourself and take breaks.

He tried making a meal for you…

You found a reason to get up and eat or else.

He sometimes offered to you to camp out in his room if you didn't mind some noise or company when he was playing online with Idia.

Riddle

He would support you, but not let it get in the way of your education.

Doesn't entirely understand, but he learns from you or other students he's close too.

Will read the first volume and probably give you an whole paper about it.

He forces you to stop at a certain time in the night if you both are spending the night together.

I see him as being a story editor and would ask questions which would make you figure it out before reaching that certain point in the series and put something random.

He offers petting the hedgehogs as a way for you to take a break (he wouldn't mind cuddles either.)

Would definitely celebrate with you if you were able to get your work as a physical copy.

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tswhiisftteedr · 4 months

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Can you do a smut of Ashton Vargas x reader? Please?

Personal ‘Training’ ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!PE Proffesor!Ashton Vargas x Senior!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Coach Vargas interest had peeked. It’s not like you were as athletic as the beastmen students, actually muscle wise, you were quite the scrawny one. But it was your determination in completing an exercise that he set out, that he found admirable. One day after PE you had forgotten your gym uniform jacket behind, and being the great teacher that Ashton Vargas is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in the courtyard talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Warning: Mature content, Dub-Con, Stuffing Panty In Pocket, Spanking, Fingering, Mean Dom Vargas, A little Degradation, Unprotected Sex, Humiliation, Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; blackmail. READER IS 18 AND VARGAS IS CANONICALLY 30, KEEP THIS IN MIND BEFORE READING. Not proofread.

Note: The ask was pretty vague, so I kind of went with my gut. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but I hope you do!

☆ More under the cut. ☆

Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a senior. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with senior courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Alchemy was like chemistry, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was PE…

You relished when one of your periods was physical education, despite any thoughts of the course back in your world. That was for 2 reasons, #1 it was one of the only classes you didn’t nee prior knowledge or magic to participate in. And #2… The professor teaching it made you feel wild and crazed, just a look at his body, strong grip, flexing muscles, would bring a rush to your brain ending with you being flustered whenever he would address you.

You could swear on your life that ‘it’ was big, like it had to be, this huge man must have a huge c- Uhm, where were you again? Ah, right, PE had just ended and it was time for lunch.

Upon realizing the class was over and you had been staring at your sexy teacher, you quickly rushed back to your dorm for a shower, grabbing your bag but forgotten your gym uniform jacket on the ground.

After cooling off and dressing back into your school uniform, you had joined your friends Vil and Rook in the courtyard for an outdoor lunch. And of course your daily rant about your professor!

Meanwhile Aston noticed your jacket laying on the field, he knew it was yours just by the fact that it didn’t display any of the 7 dorms colours.

As some sort of reflex, he had brought the article of clothing, to his nose, smelling it. The scent was a mix of salty caramel and vanilla. ‘One of your little Pomefiore friends must have given you a nice expensive perfume for it to smell so fragrant, but yet sophisticated.’ He though to himself, and after being in his head he had realized that he still had the jacket close to his face.

He knew it was a bit weird for him to smell someone’s clothes like that, especially yours, his student’s. But the fact that it was your scent lingering on the clothes, and that your body would surely smelled the same, drove him wild.

I mean ‘he was a man after all’, and seeing such a pretty little thing working their bests, toughing it out to achieve greatness in such a new different environment, especially in his class. He had to admit it, it did something to him.

Plus the fact he felt your gaze on him constantly during his lessons didn’t help to keep him ‘non-riled up’. He did convinced himself that you were staring for purely innocent reasons, but the state you always were whenever he talk to you made him doubt that fact. You just acted so flustered, even when he just glanced at you. ‘And I mean, you were of age, so was it so bad? Yes, yes it was,’ the man face palmed himself.

But no matter, it wasn’t like anything would actually happen. Plus he had to get your jacket back to you, no time for naughty thoughts >:(

But that all changed when he finally found you, sitting with your two friends, enjoying the fresh air and talking about how bad you wanted him, — wait what?

A little earlier,

You had rapidly rush back to the school building after Vil had texted you that him and rook were eating lunch in the courtyard today. And of course you had a skip in your steps, you were so excited to thirst over your hunk of teacher to your two friends, one of them less entertained about the idea from the other.

In about 10 minutes,

You had arrived to the courtyard, sitting between Vil and Rook, chatting while eating lunch.

“I can’t get over the fact of how fine that man is, like, god really has favourites.” You tell the two,

“And I can’t get over the fact that your thirsting on one of our professors.” Vil said snarky.

“Thirsting, how dare you. I am but a pure maiden showing my admiration towards an amazing role model of physical health!” You replied all dramatically, this made Rook laugh.

“But seriously, he’s really, really hot.” you continue,

“Uh-huh” Vil says not looking up from his phone.

“Like I really need that man to bend me over the nearest sur-“ you begin but your friend cuts you off. “Yeah I’m done for today, it’s never innocent with you.” Vil says standing up, and starts walking away.

“Wait Vil I’m not done telling you about the 15 other positions I want him to put me in and how big I think his dick is!” You semi-shout, giggling.

“Yes, come back my Reine, our dear trickster is only showing son amour in a different way. After all one’s désire d’autrui is part off of the thing we call love, elle est just en grande romantique when you think about it!” Rook follows your lead, encouraging your little delusions for the heck of it.

“You say that every time, but it’s been over a month.” He finally says, disappearing out of sight.

The two of you knew that despite him leaving compl , Vil would return in a matter of minutes, he just left to state a point.

Unbeknownst to you and your hunter friend, the very man you were lusting for happened to overhear your conversation.

Slowly lurking out from the corner, Ashton approach the two of you. “Uh-hum, excuse me. Y/n, you forgot your jacket back in the field. So I brought it for you.” He says, his husky voice making you and Rook turn around to face the man.

“O-oh th-thank Coach Vargas!” You croak out, your face heating up, scared he might have heard what you said about him. Meanwhile Rook could help but snicker at your change in demeanour. A second ago you were talking about how much you wanted that man to fuck you, but when actually met with him, you became as quite as a mouse and could form a proper sentence without stuttering.

“Um, I also need to talk to you about something, would you mind following me back to my office.” He told you, and your heart dropped. ‘He definitely heard what you had said, and now he was going to lecture you about it, maybe even get the other teachers involved!’

You were so nervous on the walk to his office and he could sense it.

As you enter the room, he locks it behind and perform some sort of spell.

He pointed to the wooden chair sitting on one side of a desk, motion for you to take a seat. And to avoid anymore confrontation, you do so quietly.

You had expected him to seat on the opposite side of the desk, on the velvet office chair. But instead he just stood in front of you, hands resting on the desk for support. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but notice the fact that your face was at crotch level with him standing up like this. But before you keep staring at his clothed front, he broke you out of your trance.

“So,” he says and you look up. “You might have an idea of why your in here, after all you are doing excellent in my class so no reason to call you to discuss about it… This about what you said to your little friends a couple of minutes ago.” he states and your suspicions were confirmed.

You look down at your feet, and you choke out. “I’m really sorry Coach Vargas it will never happen again. I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

Now he was about to correct, explaining that he wasn’t feeling uncomfy at your comments, on the contrary he was flattered and glad you felt the same. But seeing you in trembling state, tears beginning to form in your eyes. It was too much, he had to play with you, at least for a bit.

“Mmh is that so.. well I don’t believe you.” He says, pretending to be hurt but just a look at the grin on his face would tell you other wise.

“W-what?!” You ask confused, tears starting to roll down your face. He grin even harder at the sight.

“Well like I said, I don’t believe you. It’s simple really, after all Mr. Schoenheit mentioned you had been having those lustrous talks at my expense, for over a month. Plus you didn’t seem to have any shame or care in the world when you were chopping it up with your chatting buddies. What’s to tell me, you won’t just go back to your friends after this meeting, and continue your lewd rants,”

He pauses, bending down forward to get close to your ear. “I could even bet that you’re getting off on this very situation.” he says than pulls back to get a good look at the expression on your face.

“N-No, that’s not true!” You deny, though even if your professor said to tease, in reality you were getting off on his action.

In your mind, you knew you shouldn’t. Being caught saying such scandalous things by the same person you were discussing, was but an ideal situation. Yet, you couldn’t help but agree mentally that you had fantasize about a moment like this one. In your head things would go like this;

Coach Vargas would stumble on you talking about your deep desire for him, bring you to his office.

But instead of reprimanding you, he would bend you over his desk and teach you about not being such a ‘lewd minded brat’, fucking you so good as you would babble apologies he didn’t care for.

In all honesty he just wanted to fuck you and he now had the perfect excuse. This fantasy would continue with him taking you almost everyday, with the pretext you still were thinking like a pervert, and as an educator he couldn’t have you distracted from your studies.

So he would take it upon on himself to satisfy your lust, so you could ficus’s on your classes.

Knowing damn well it did the opposite, and that after each session you could only think about him more.

But at last that was just a fantasy, this fact was reinforced when he spoke his next words. “I guess I’ll have to inform the headmaster about this.”

Obviously you panicked, and he loved you in that state. “Please sir, don’t tell Crowley about this, I’ll do anything, I can clean your office for free, I can help with you with paperwork, I can-“ As you begin listing off things you could do to compensate the man for your behaviour, he motioned for you to stop with his hand.

And you did so right away, become quiet as soon as his order came by. This made him feel extremely good, not only did have you at his beck and call in this moment, but if he played his cards right he could make it last way longer.

He grabbed you chin to make you look right into his eyes, “There is something you can do, though you might not be as ready as you think you are to do it.. Do you still want to try though?” At that you only nod, not sure your words could carry what was needed to be said.

He smiled at the obedient response, “Okay then, stand up and bend over my desk for me.”

“W-what??” You look at him very much so confused, he only chuckles at that.

“You did say you were ready, sweetheart. Well I guess I could just inform Crowley instead and leave you in his care, it’s still a viable option if you’d prefer it.” He tells you smugly, knowing you would pick anything he asked of you instead of telling Crowley.

“No, that’s alright, I’ll do it...” And so you did, bending over the wooden desk, feeling your skirt hike up.

You were so anxious but at the same time exited about what would proceed. Would he spank you? Would he touch you? Finger you? Fuck you just like your dreamed about? Or would he just laugh at you, only wanting to see you bend over his desk so he could mock you then just send you on your merry way out, never to speak of this again?

Before you could continue your internal ramble, you felt his big rough and warm hand pushing your skirt, your ass was now in plain view.

“You know, I had myself convinced that your little staring habits was something unadulterated, but turns out the part of my conscious that told me otherwise, was right. You’re really a slutty little girl that has been making eyes at me since the beginning of the semester.” He accentuate his last sentence with a harsh spank to your bottom, making you whimper in pain.

He spanked you again, and wailed with new tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what a naughty little thing like you deserves, talking to your friends on the daily about how much you want my cock.” Another spank came by, “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You winced from the impact of his hand on your sensitive behind, and let out a small whimper. "Y-yes sir," you managed to choke out between sobs. You knew what he wanted now—to hear you beg for more punishment and eventually, release.

Your heart raced faster as anticipation built up inside of you.

"That's better sweetcakes," he praised, reaching down to grab hold of your hair again, yanking hard enough to lift your head up forcefully. His cool gaze bore into yours, searching for any trace of defiance or resistance. But all he saw was submission mixed with fear and desire radiating strongly from those green eyes. "Tell me you want me to claim you right here, right now."

Your voice quivered as you spoke, "I-I... want you to claim me. Please sir..." Your words came out in between sobs and gasps for air, body still trembling from the previous spankings.

You couldn't help but squirm slightly against his hold on your hair, wanting more of his rough treatment.

He released your hair suddenly, causing your head to whip forward violently before he grasped onto both of your wrists tightly behind your back. Pulling them roughly upward to avoid you slamming your face on the desk, keeping your breasts pushed forward prominently. "Good girl," he praised again, running his hand over your chest unbuttoning your shirt, now exposing your whole top area. "Now let's see how much you truly enjoy being owned by your professor." With that, he spun you around forcefully, pushing you against the desk hard enough to leave a mark on your back. His lips crashed hungrily against yours, demanding entry into your mouth as one hand cupped your breasts through the thin layers of fabric separating them.

You groaned into the kiss, unable to resist his aggressive advance, he quickly made way of your bra. Your body arched into him eagerly as he groped and fondled your bust roughly, pinching your nipples cruelly between his calloused fingers. You moaned softly against his lips, letting out a deep-throated moan when his tongue forced its way past your teeth and into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together in a messy dance of desire and submission.

You felt your panties being yanked down forcefully, leaving your bare pussy exposed for him to claim as desired. "Please..." you whimpered again, your voice hoarse from their passionate exchange.

He pulled away from your kiss slowly, his eyes blazing with lust as he looked down at your naked front.

He chuckled darkly, reaching between your spread legs to slide his hand underneath your skirt. His rough fingers explored your wetness greedily, rubbing circles around your entrance before slipping inside of your tight hole.

Your body jolted at the sudden intrusion, your hips pressing back against his touch hungrily. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as he finger fucked you hard and fast, hitting spots that made your knees weak.

"You like that don't you? Being so dirty in public?" He asked, thrusting deeper into your tight channel, stretching your opening wider. "Telling everyone you belong to me now."

Your mind was lost in the sensations he created; every thrust of his finger inside of you, pushing against sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to abuse your exposed flesh.

"Yes! Please... Sir..." you panted between heavy breaths, feeling your climax building rapidly within reach. Your squirmed under his hold, begging for release but knowing he wasn't done with you yet.

"That’s my girl," he praised, withdrawing his hand from your dripping wet pussy. Turning around once more, he positioned himself between your spread legs, his member already fully erect and throbbing with desire.

Without warning, he pushed hard, splitting your tight entrance on a single thrust.

You cried out in mixture of pain and pleasure as he began to pound into you, claiming your body brutally yet expertly.

His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, driving deeper than you thought possible, hitting all the right spots inside your core. Each powerful thrust caused you breasts to bounce wildly against his chest, nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Sweat trickled down your bodies, mixing together under the harsh florescent lights above them.

"You like that don't you? Taking my cock right here in my office, where anyone one on the others side of the door could hear your moans?" He growled, while continuing his relentless assault on your tight hole.

Your moans turned into incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as he continued to ravage your body. Your nails scratched at his back through his shirt’s fabric, leaving shallow marks that only fuelled him further. "Yes! More... Sir..." you begged between heavy breaths, struggling against the hold on your wrists but unable to break free from his vice-like grip.

The combination of pain and pleasure was becoming too much for your fragile mind to handle, and soon enough, you felt the intense orgasm building up inside of your like a volcano about to erupt.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slowed down momentarily, teasing your sensitive spots mercilessly before picking up speed again.

"Cum for me, you filthy little thing," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire. And with those words, you lost control completely, your body convulsing violently around him as waves of pure bliss washed over you. You screamed his name, your climax crashing upon your like a wave crashing onto rocks.

Your entire body shook in the aftermath of your intense orgasm, your legs weakened by the forceful thrusting. Your pussy clamped tightly around his member, milking him dry as he continued to pump into your until finally, he groaned out his own release. Pulling out slowly, a thick stream of hot cum spilled onto your stomach, painting you with his seed.

Panting heavily, he finally released your wrists, allowing them to fall limply beside you. "That was amazing," he complimented, reaching out to stroke your hair affectionately.

He stepped back, admiring his work on your flushed face and disheveled appearance.

Reaching down, he grabbed your discarded panties from the floor and stuffing them nonchalantly into his pocket "Now go clean yourself up in the staff bathroom, before anyone sees you like this."

You nodded weakly, still feeling lightheaded from your intense encounter. Slowly, you wobbled forward, your legs shaking beneath your skirt, and made your way towards the restroom.

By the way, remember the spell he used before anything began, yeah? Actually it was 2, on that block out noise from escaping a finite space aka his office, and the other is one that recorded the events that took place in a selected area.

Was he going to blackmail you with that recording? No. But he might threaten you with it once in while to tease you.

Thanks @hipsterteller for requesting!

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blues824 · 2 years

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Can I have a platonic scenario with the teathers and a muichiro reader

Imagen they came from the demon slayer universe and them finding out they risk their life to fight demons and they came with the crow who is like a reminder for them. (it's the only crow that hats crowly because they are not responsible enough they like the rest tho )

imagine Sam's friends on the other side telling his about their past and why they suffer amnisia and Sam telling the

rest of the staf about it.

Them finding out they're dating Malleus and them having a shift watching them on their cloud gazing dates

Crowy: who is this sassy lost child.

Crewel : who is the responsible father figure having the time of his life making outftes for them showing favourinsm towards them

Ashton : being empress by their stamina the kid can outrun him

Mozus: letting them play with lusifer in class and giving them memory notes about class

Sam : being the brothers figure intested in the world and breathing techniques

MY FIRST STAFF REQUEST!!! YESSSSSS!!! Also, the Twisted version of Lucifer the cat is Lucius, in case you forgot! :)

THIS IS PLATONIC!!!

Dire Crowley

I fully believe that Crowley would take over as a father figure over you. After all, he is just so kind to do that for you. He is very protective of you and will do anything in his power to make sure that you are safe. If he asks you to do something dangerous, know that he is secretly very reluctant to ask you.

When you got isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, you were immediately taken under Crowley’s wing (pun intended). He noticed that you traveled with another crow, another one that could talk. You told him that back in your world you slay demons for a living and the crow guides you.

One day, Sam pulled Crowley aside. He told the headmage that his friends on the other side had told him that there was more to you than anyone would have guessed. He explained what had happened to you in your life, like the loss of your twin and your memories.

From that point on, Crowley treated you like you were made of glass. He was basically coddling you and you didn’t like it at all. You even bluntly told him that he wasn’t your father and so he had no right to be treating you that way. Never knew a crow could cry until that day.

When he finds out that you’re going out with Malleus Draconia, he doesn’t know what to think. He knows that the fae prince would treat you well, but he could snap at any moment and decide to abuse his power and keep you locked in a tower away from anyone and everyone.

Then he remembers that he has the power to expel any of the students and if the prince gets expelled from NRC, it wouldn’t look good among his subjects. However, it could and most certainly would start a political war.

Divus Crewel

Ah, yes… the more responsible father figure. Arguably the more favorable father figure. You are easily his favorite pup. Also, if you thought Crowley was too overprotective, think again. Crewel is that kind of dad that would have a shotgun out if your date doesn’t bring you home by 8.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, Professor Crewel takes the time to make sure you understand your predicament and lets it sink in slowly. Then, he would personally escort you to each class so you know where you are going. When he sees your crow, he doesn’t ask many questions about it. If he could, he would have a dog as a personal companion, so he understands.

One day, at a mandatory staff meeting, Sam told everyone what his friends on the other side told him. How exactly you got to be the way you are now, your amnesia, your twin, the fact that you are one of the top Demon Slayers back in your world.

After that meeting, Crewel keeps a close eye on you, but other than that he now knows that you can handle yourself. These students are weaker than the demons you had to face, so they would be a piece of cake to defeat.

Did not like that you were going out with the Diasomnia dorm leader. Like, he does not like it. As your present guardian, he did the whole “let’s meet him and intimidate him the whole time” and boy did it work. Malleus has never felt so scared, but if it was for you he would do anything. He gained some respect from Divus, but not his approval.

His favoritism towards you definitely shows. He will take you shopping for more comfortable and stylish clothing, as well as take you grocery shopping. In return, you manage to stay down-to-earth during your classes. It’s a fair trade in his eyes.

Ashton Vargas

He’s like that fun uncle everyone has. He’s not very overprotective, but more like that person you could go to when you get your heart broken and he will comfort you while telling you how to dispose of the body.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he is there with you every step of the way. He doesn’t know what it’s like, but if you need to get stress out, he is having you train your abilities as well as your body so that you have an outlet. Think punching bags, running miles upon miles, while also running or holding the punching bag next to you if you need to tell him anything.

One day, he dropped his water bottle and it broke, and it’s important to stay hydrated. So, what did he do? Went to Sam’s shop for a new water bottle, of course! While he was there, Sam told him about your sorrowful tale. At least now he knows why you are faster than him!

You also tell him that while you spend time in TW, you are slowly regaining more and more memories. A lot of them come from training with him, so he will be even more motivated to work out with you. He will push you to your limit so that you can unlock more memories and gain a deeper understanding of who you were before the accident.

He’s pretty chill over you dating Malleus. As long as he treats you right and stays respectful, he’s got the a-ok. You appreciate it, and you tell him about what you did during your time with your boyfriend. It’s typically peaceful cloud-gazing, but sometimes y’all bring food and make a picnic out of it.

All in all, he’s pretty chill. 10/10 would replace him with my deadbeat biological father if I could. He would be your scary guard dog privilege. He’s always excited when he knows that he will be teaching your class on the days he does.

Mozus Trein

Basically the same as Divus. However, he’s had children of his own and knows what the heck he’s doing. He’s not overprotective either; ‘if someone hurts you, hurt them back’ kind of philosophy. Him as a father figure and him as a professor are 2 different people, btw.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will be quite curious about you. He would offer Lucius in hopes of comforting you as he tells you what is going to happen. However, Lucius doesn’t like your crow very much… he tried to eat the bird in the first 5 seconds. You then told your crow that it wouldn’t be the best idea for him to be there at that moment and he gladly flew to a nearby tree outside the window.

While getting more food for Lucius, Sam ushered him to the back of the shop for a private conversation. He had a concerned look on his face, so Mozus knew that it was serious this time. When he spilled the tea, Trein understood everything, why you’re so up in the clouds.

Like Crewel, he will keep a closer eye on you. However, he will be a tad more understanding if you can’t grasp the material at first. He will gladly tutor you if you need any help. Plus, he will give you his notes since he knows most of your friends either have not-so-great handwriting or they just don’t take notes altogether.

He doesn’t like that you’re dating Malleus, but you certainly could have done much worse. He’s grateful that you aren’t dating a complete idiot, but someone that would treat you the way you should be treated. He used to be married so he knows what love feels like, and he doesn’t want to keep you from experiencing that wonderful feeling.

He’s also grateful that you can’t really overblot with your lack of magic. However, that means you can just snap at any given moment: he can see that anger and rage is the underlying fuel to your fire. He always keeps tabs on you in case you show any signs of distress or anything like that so you can be calmed down before you actually behead someone.

Sam

My personal favorite. He is the older brother figure who would always be there for you. He will have his friends watch out for you in case you need help with anything. Also, in case you run into trouble with any students. He wants to watch as you beat their asses.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will take you to his shop so that he can get you all fixed up with everything you’re gonna need. He might throw in a stress ball because he gets how this might be stressful for you.

He makes a small deal with his friends from the other side to know more about you since you can’t seem to recall many memories from your past. When they tell him about their findings, he’s shocked. Also low-key terrified because he deals with dark magic a lot, so you might kill one of his ‘friends’.

He won’t keep a closer eye on you. He knows you can handle yourself. Instead, he’s eating popcorn on the sidelines as you bluntly call Ace stupid for running his mouth all the time and when you defeat a bunch of students with your skills as a swordsperson.

He’s pretty chill when he finds out you’re dating Malleus. He will often even give you date suggestions as well as help you get ready because he’s just that awesome. He acts like a teenage girl when you come back and asks you about everything that happened.

He’s the type of person who would get you out of doing things for Crowley by lying and saying you are needed at the shop. The headmage can’t say no because the school’s funds rely heavily on the school shop. In reality, he just lets you free cuz Crowley doesn’t have the right to push his duties onto you.

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Ok, now I wanna ask about the other teachers’ becoming Yuu’s parent (totally not because I simp for Crewel and want to see him as a dad)

Also, if I may, can I be 💜🔥 anon?

NRC Staff: Parenting Yuu

So I kinda got carried away on Sam's. This got very long. I recommend reading Crowleys part first but this is kinda the same idea that you fall out of the sky. Also welcome 💜🔥

The day you arrived in this world, you were but a child, visiting the realm of sleep. Your bed was comfortable and soft like a cloud when you had a peculiar dream. You were falling. Falling through the clouds and stars of the night sky you wearily opened your eyes.

The night sky was tainted with an awful crack opening up and spreading. The moon was blocked out as the void opened up further, red energy flowing out. Out of the rift same what appeared to be shooting stars, all flying across the sky.

Your body was too tired to think, to move even. you shrugged it off as a bad dream. Like the shooting stars you saw before, your body seemed to glow just like them as you fell. You should scream- shout even, yet you were paralyzed as you watched yourself fall.

Your eyelids become heavy as you hit the ground with a crack, causing a small crater to be formed. You weren't hurt at all surprisingly, as you looked up into the sky at all the other stars falling down. It was when the very last star fell did the crack upon the night sky seal itself shut. Only then did you fall asleep, too exhausted to even move

When you woke up, you were met with a figure looming over you.

Divus Crewel

When he stumbled along a sleeping and rather dirty child in a crater after witnessing the odd meteor shower last night, he was understandably concerned and cautious. He immediately did what any adult would and took you to the police first. When he learned that last night's cosmic event had several children just like you falling out of the sky and into a new realm with no one else, he was even more confused.

It made no sense to him! Just how does a random child from another dimension fall out of the sky? What about their actual parents? They must be worried sick.

With how things were at the time, Crewel was asked if he was able to temporarily house the child until they are done investigating so they do not overwhelm the system with a bunch of homeless kids. Crewel was a bit annoyed at first- some help they were, but he wasn't just going to leave a child all on their own.

It was there where he drew a bath for your filthy self, muttering curses about his now dirty gloves as he stripped you of clothing and dunked you in the tub. All you remember was the aromatic smells of high-end body wash and the aggressive scrubbing of your skin and brushing of your hair before you're pulled out and wrapped in a towel. The clothes you were in before are now in the wash.

Crewel never thought he was meant for kids. They were messy and annoying and gross. He honestly was looking forward to the day he can finally boot you out to someone that could actually look after you. Or so he thought.

As the days went on with the investigation he got to know you better. You sat on his lap as he goes through some paperwork, mess-free markers in your stubby hands as you scribble on your page. Your babbling grabs his attention as he glances over at your page. It was a crude drawing of you and him smiling and holding hands. His heart melted at the sight.

Before he knew it he was attached. He couldn't bear to give you away. Next thing he knew he was a foster parent for an alien baby.

Crewel was a strict but loving dad. He pushes you to do your best but never to an unhealthy degree. Definitely, a self-care dad that will cut you up some lil slices of fruit as you study. He also oddly acts as your best friend at times when you both gossip about certain students. It's kinda funny.

He's definitely a wine dad and very supportive and trusting. He very much respects your privacy and your space so you feel like you can open up to him about anything. You're gay? So is he. You're trans? Well, we better get shopping for the latest and trendiest clothing.

Speaking of which. You are taught both fashion and manners at a very young age. No kid of his is gonna not gonna know how to dress (especially if they were closeted, you didnt spend ur time in there to not know how to dress). As a potionology professor, you are also taught everything he knows.

You were (most likely) magicless which makes you vulnerable. So he's gonna teach you all he knows about potions so you can protect yourself in the future. Even as a kid you were taught all kinds of different formulas. Crewel would even make his own medicine for you when you got sick.

How you got into NRC? It's unknown. Maybe you applied and somehow got in because of your potion skills. Maybe you fell asleep in your room and somehow got kidnapped and put into a black carriage as you slept. This led to a very surprised wine dad who was wondering what the hell you were doing here and was on his way to go and lecture (your other father) Crowley.

You're a Prefect now so cool? Crewel is not impressed at the state of the dorm, or that awful influence called Grim that tried to burn the place down on your first day. But he will say he's proud that you are a Prefect of your own rather small dorm. Maybe NRC will soon accept other talented yet magicless students like yourself?

In NRC you are one of the few students he doesn't refer to as whelp because you are his lovely child. Some students try to get close to you cause of this, but thankfully your dad taught you the art of sass and self-defense.

Overall he's an amazing dad that will always have your best interest in mind and WILL drop kick a student that tries to harass you. You have an easier time handing overblots with him lecturing Crowley on not leaving a STUDENT to the headmages work.

Bonus: he definitely will threaten to "return you to the sky where you came from" if you've been bad. Also, you get a lot of DILF comments and it makes you want to die.

Mozus Trein

Oh boy… At least he's very experienced with kids. It was actually his daughters who found you. For the sake of making things simple, we will call them Ana and Drizel, considering he's based on Cinderella's stepmother. His wife shall be Lady Tremaine Trein.

It surprised Mrs. and Mr. Trein to see their daughters in the bathroom bathing and dressing up an actual baby. A baby. Not a dog, an actual baby. Where did you come from- no we can't keep it where are their parents?! You found them outside in the backyard?!

Well, they weren't lying. Just beyond the backyard of their home was a massive cater with a toddler-shaped hole. After hearing the news about how apparently children were raining from the sky he was confused about what to do at first. He and his wife did take care of you for a bit.

During all the time Ana and Drizel were basically treating you like their own sibling. You were now their dress-up doll and playmate! Your new sisters absolutely coddled you and were heartbroken when they heard mom and dad say that might not keep you.

When the day came when the couple were deciding to keep you, they saw the heartbroken looks of their daughters as they prepared to say goodbye. That is when the Treins' decided that you shall stay.

It doesn't matter your gender at all. With two older sisters, it is time for dress-up and make-up. You. Will. Wear. The. Dress. It actually isn't a bad bonding moment either. You all choose different clothing and makeup for each other.

Ana will beat up anyone that dares hurt any of her siblings and is always there to bail you out of trouble or sneak things like extra candy. Drizel on the other hand is a total drama queen that loves gossip. She is always there to lift you up however with lots of compliments and doesn't let you talk yourself down at all. They love you very much and you love them.

Mama Trein or rather, Lady Tremaine was a very classy and old-fashioned lady that believed heavily in traditional values such as poisoning your worst enemies and exacting vengeance on anyone who wrongs you. She taught you all manners, proper etiquette on all sorts of subjects, how to dress, and most importantly how to backhand anyone that dares to touch you or your sisters. Since you couldn't use magic to curse or hex, you learn from a young age how to fight and defend your sisters in hand to hand combat.

Mozus on the other hand, though just as strict, believed heavily in letting you and your sisters play as hard as you worked. He does expect a lot of great things from all three of you and makes sure you all study for school. You learn to take good notes and how to write perfect college essays from him.

Despite how intimidating the couple looked. They were loving and sweet. You, your sisters, and your many many cats were raised with lots of love and care. From balanced meals to family time you never felt out of place. No one would believe that the super prestigious and strict Mozus Trein would tell the best bedtime stories. Or how Lady Tremaine would sing the most precious lullabies. Or how both of them were so happy when Drizel 'came out', with them it never felt as though you had to.

It was like a knife in your heart when your beloved mother died. All of you went through a period of mourning. Seeing your sisters so sad hurt even more. From then on you decided you would do everything you can do to see them smile again. You swore even harder to protect them.

The day comes that you are taken to NRC. And even then you still send old-fashioned letters and texts to Ana and Drizel about your time here, sparing no details as you tell them your most recent adventure.

Ashton Vargas

When the man found you in the outskirts of town in a crater, he was surprised by just how strong you were. You were just a toddler yet here you were sleeping as if you didn't just fall out of the sky. Such talent would be wasted if he just let someone else have you, plus he won't lie, you're quite cute and the way you coo at him made him attached.

He's the most jock dad ever. He definitely added protein powder to your meals as a kid and used you as his personal weight to curl. Loving at how you giggled with each curl.

You have a very healthy diet, to say the least. You have definitely drunk raw eggs and survived off pre-workout at some point. Ashton is going to train you at a young age and encourage you to go outside as much as possible. Definitely signs you up for all kinds of sports. He trains with you too and sometimes is the coach of the games you play.

He's the most dadliest dad to ever dad. Definition of "don't touch the thermostat" and will get up at 5 am to mow the lawn. Also lots of grill days. Man's gotta grill, you know? Meat is good protein now come over here and he'll teach you his secret steak recipe. While we wait let's have a friendly arm wrestle and see who got stronger.

He does encourage you to push your limits in strength but lectures you to not ignore your body. As long as you get passing grades and you're happy, he's happy. Don't think physical activity is the only thing he teaches you. He's an older gentleman and has had to learn lessons the hard way in the past.

"Now listen here son/young one, remember that if a boy or girl says no to you it means no. Do not try to change their mind, okay?" Cringes at his younger years when he tried to convince girls to get with him and doesn't want that to happen again.

He's proud of you when you get into NRC no matter how. Not only does he get to see his kid more, but he also has his training buddy! He does expect you to join some sort of sports club, preferably basketball so you both can have more bonding time. All in all, you are probably buff from having protein at a young age but are a respectful softie at heart. Ashton Vargas, though a bit eccentric, isn't raising any delinquents.

Sam

Arguably the best one to be found by. He doesn't freak out or anything. His friends from the other side told him all about how the sky will fall. He wasn't expecting a child to come out of the sky, however.

Sam has no trouble taking you in, plus his spirit friends seem to like you too. He'll run the shop with a baby in his arms with no problem, even better, his customers have not started adding tips and buying more to help support his newest addition to the family. You're quite the good luck charm, eh kid?

You are never without supervision as a kid. Even if he's not in the room his shadow and ghost friends are there to entertain and rock you to sleep. They adore you.

The good thing about being a shop owner and having so much in stock is that it was no trouble to get materials for you. Cribs? All the latest models. Baby food? Comes in 150 varieties for each different race: human, merfolk, etc. Toys? Yup!

As you get older he acts more like a brother than a father but you don't mind. He's very laid back and has a lot of trust in you. He knows you won't do anything bad, you're a good kid! And if you did, his friends would tell him.

He encourages you to be adventurous and try things out for yourself. He won't let you do anything dangerous such as touching fire, he would even demonstrate why you can't play with it. However, potions or materials around the shop? Go right ahead and create something, kid! He'll be right by your side. The only rule is to tell him when you're going out and to be back in time for dinner together. Yes, he will not start without you. You eat as a family, okay?

Very practical dad. Teaches you everything he knows but also lets you make discoveries of your own. He teaches you how to make a good gumbo and how to handle a knife correctly, but allows you to experiment with spices and combinations to find your own style.

This doesn't just apply to food. He teaches everything about his magic and spirits too. He'll show you how to properly do tarot along with other spells. Even if you don't have magic, he gives you your own magical tarot deck to guide you with some more difficult decisions. Sam also teaches you how to communicate with spirits. You may not be able to do magic but they sure can.

You now always have a few spirits and shadow families with you. Combine that with your knowledge of all sorts of magic and potions and bam. You're now one of the very few beat tamers Twisted Wonderland has to offer.

Once you get older you learn how to run the shop. Usually, you used to help him haggle customers and sell more items, who can say no to your adorable face? Now that you're older, you help your father by restocking the shelves and offering your own services to customers. You probably roped your very first customer into making a deal with the other side and had an amazing duet and celebratory lunch afterward.

You were able to get into NRC much differently. Crowley said himself that beast tamers were very rare and good ones were rarer. Yet here you were with a few shadows at your side able to tame even the most unruly beast. From a few dragons to birds or dogs, animals seem to follow and listen to you everywhere.

Though you may (or may not) be magicless, NRC accepted you with the condition that you would have to be in the Ramshackle dorm. Though Sam has a shop on campus when the carriage came for you you both had a super dramatic hug and goodbye before he waves you off "Come on kiddo time for you to go! aww, they grow up so fast.."

A perfect orientation was ruined by an unruly beast, Grim, who set everything on fire. Thankfully, you were able to demonstrate your ability to both tame and subdue beasts in front of everyone. Your shadows leaped out to hold the tanuki down as you used one of your talismans to calm down the beast. Your smaller dragon friends made sure to hold onto Grim as a few magical shadows of yours helped to clean up the mess.

The Mirror rejected you, yes, the art of beast taming was long lost. However, Crowley came up and made an announcement, that you would be starting a new dorm with that off tanuki you just tamed and possibly be the start of a new dorm that doesn't rely on magic, but rather on friends. Yes you got some laughs, and you know many would doubt your abilities to lead or do well, but you'll be damn sure to do your best.

The minute you're done with orientation, you go to tell Sam about it. He immediately congratulates you and goes to hug you, offering to help you fix up the old dorm at least with a decent room to sleep in. It's nice to be so close to your only family. You occasionally pop into the shop to help run it and talk to Sam about everything that's been going on.

Let's just say you being Sam's kid of all people, being a good beast tamer, making deals of your own, AND being able to make potions, summonings, and spell talismans without magic needed definitely helped you prove yourself to others. It may have even attracted the eyes of a certain octopus…

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 7 months

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Eggcellent Volley (Vargas x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Characters eating raw eggs (Do NOT do this), vomiting mentioned

Note: Reader is an adult NRC staff member

“Everyone come up and draw a straw.” Vargas’s order boomed with the power of his loud voice. You were sure even non-beastman could hear him from the other side of the beach. “Long straws are the left team, short straws are the right.”

You watch the group of students present form a haphazard line in front of the bulky man, each hoping they’d be paired up with one student or another. Some silently celebrated with their result, while others were sorely disappointed. Both emotions only grew as each team was slowly formed; by the time the last straw was pulled, they were quite the opposition. Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, Leona Kingscholar (who convinced him to play?), and Kalim Al-Asim were some of those among the right team. Among the left were Rook Hunt, Ace Trappola, Sebek Zigvolt (from what you heard, he agreed to play because Leona insulted Malleus’s honor), and Floyd Leech. Indeed, quite the lineup. Hopefully they could all learn to get along for the sake of the game.

“Now that you have your teams, I will give you all a few minutes to discuss positions and strategies,” said Vargas. “Remember, sport is about teamwork - you can’t win on your own. Count the strengths and weaknesses among yourselves; collaborate on how to use those talents to balance out the faults.”

With a wave of his hand, Vargas gave the students the lead to begin their planning. You could already hear arguments begin to start up on who should be team captain - who called the shots. While Leona already took up the lead of his team, mutiny was viable to happen on the left team. Not everyone was too keen for Rook to be captain, despite his status and experience as a third year. Just a minute into the debate and Floyd looked ready to back out. That was to be expected, really. You were making bets with yourself on how long it would take either to fall apart.

Your gaze focused on Vargas, who was now a few paces away from where you sat on the sand. He sipped from his bulky water bottle, a few droplets dripping down his chin. His Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, the veins of his neck prominent against his skin. He let out a relieved exhale as he gulped down the last sip, right as he set the water bottle and picked up another. It was slimmer than the other, with a circular opening on the lid instead of a straw. You cringed as he began to gulp down the contents within. You knew what was in there, and you gagged at the very thought of just a drop going into your mouth.

“How can you stand that?” you asked, clear disgust across your face.

“Mmn?” Vargas hummed in question. He held up the thermos and shook it slightly. “This?”

“Aren’t you afraid to contract salmonella or something?”

“I always buy pasteurized eggs.”

“Still,” you protested, “they’re raw, Vargas. I know you’re big on building muscle, but…c’mon, there’s better ways. Much more tasty, too.”

Vargas shrugged as he gulped up yet another ounce of the liquid poultry. “I’ve never minded the taste. They’ve never made me sick, either. And besides,” he flexed those bulbous biceps of his with a grin, “it’s working, isn’t it?”

Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll pop like a balloon - was what you wanted to say, but decided against it. “I’m just afraid that, one day, you’re going to run out mid-class because you’ve suddenly contracted the shits.”

“Ah ah ah, [Name],” Vargas tutted with a tease. “Watch that language. You don’t want to be a bad influence on the students.”

Yes, the students, which a third of cussed up a storm on the regular. Even so, Vargas - for once - had a point. You didn’t give him the credit though. With a roll of your eye, you tore your gaze away from the bottle of nastiness and drank a bit of your water.

“Alright, are we all set?” Vargas asked as he walked back to the two dysfunctional teams. The volleyball net was like a flimsy fence that might keep them from tearing each other apart…might. When the youngsters let out a collective “yes, sir” in response, Vargas then instructed, “Team captains, step forward!”

Leona and Rook were now at the head of their respective groups. Ah, so Rook did manage to win out. You spied Floyd close behind him, glaring daggers into the back of his head. Rook seemed amused by the knowledge. Sebek, on the other hand, glowered at Leona on the other side of the makeshift field. You hoped he wouldn’t sabotage the whole game by trying to show the prince up.

“Being captain’s a big responsibility,” Vargas began to explain. “Your team’s gonna follow your lead - every decision is crucial. You gotta make sure everyone is-”

“With all due respect, sir,” Leona interjected. There was little actual respect in his tone, however, not with that arrogant grin stretched across his lips. “We’ve all heard this before. Spelldrive, basketball, dodgeball - the same ol’ same ol’, y’know? Have a little confidence in us, yeah?”

Vargas spared Leona a prolonged glance before he looked over at Rook. “What about you, Hunt? You know the rules? The responsibility?”

“Oui, professeur,” Rook replied with a smile and cheerful nod of his head. “I swear to guide my petits agneaux with the utmost care.”

You scarcely heard Ace whisper to Floyd, “Did he just call us lambs?”

Yes, he did - little lambs, to be exact. From what you knew of the young man’s language, anyway. You had the faintest idea how Ace understood him, however. Did he study more than you thought, or was it just from exposure to his classmate? Either way, the Leech twin just gave a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno. Seagull talks funny.”

“Alright then!” Vargas spoke with a clap of his hands, grin spread wide across his face again. “Looks like we’re ready to play.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a coin. He turned to Leona and gave him a choice: Heads or tails?

“Heads,” Leona chose.

“Oo la la!” Rook practically swooned. “I get to be the tail? Marvellieux!” He eyed Leona with a smile that could almost be called eerie. “To be at one’s tail allows the predator to sneak up on its prey all the better.”

You glimpsed Leona mouth “fuckin’ creep” as he scowled and shifted his gaze away from the blond. Apparently he was not the only one who had a problem with the statement. “Rook Hunt, as the vice housewarden of Pomefiore, that is a highly inappropriate way to speak to your superior.” Sebek’s back was as straight as a soldier's, as always, his arms crossed over his chest. Rook peeked over his shoulder to get a better look at the half-fae as he continued. “Such manners are unfit for a captain. I must insist that you-”

“Seeebeek,” cooed a voice a few feet to your left. You looked to see Lilia situated on a large towel under an even larger umbrella. Malleus sat beside him, while Silver - the poor boy - was once again fast asleep on the ground. Lilia slipped his bat-shaped shades down the bridge of his nose to get a better look at the green haired youngling. “Be nice now~”

A quiet rustle of laughter surrounded the young man in an instant. You watched as his pale skin tinted pink, from his cheeks to his ears, in embarrassment. His expression fell, eyebrows and mouth downturned as he sheepishly lowered his head. “Yes, Master Lilia,” he mumbled, just loud enough for his own superior to hear.

Before the first year could be teased any further, especially by the redhead that grinned mischievously at him, Vargas called out again. “Tails it is!” He reeled around to face you and pointed to the volleyball sat next to you. “Toss me that, [Mr./Ms./Mx. Last Name].”

You nodded with a smile and took the ball in your hands. From where you sat on the sand, you threw the ball in his direction. He caught it, but not before it lightly collided with his abdomen. You made out the hushest of grunts rumble in his chest at the impact; for a moment, you were afraid you threw too hard and hurt him. That worry was quickly washed away as he shot you a smile and mouthed “nice form!” You breathed a small chuckle and raised your hand in thanks for the praise.

Vargas turned on his heel back around to face Rook. “Looks like you’re serving first, Hunt.” He tossed Rook the ball, which he caught in quick succession. “Everyone, get into your assigned positions.” Students shuffled this way and that - some stopped towards the front of the neck, others went to stand at the very back of their team’s side of the large square Vargas drew in the sand. Leona and Rook were at the head of each group; Rook held the ball between his fingertips, while Leona made ready to spike it the moment it reached him. With all of them looking so determined and ready to play, you could have mistaken them for a professional team.

“Ready?” The students nodded their heads. “Set.” Vargas held up his whistle. After a few seconds of tense silence, the sound of the waves beyond were broken by the shrill sound of Vargas’s whistle. As Rook tossed the volleyball into the air, so began the spectacle of your afternoon.

***

“Who’s winning?” asked a voice from behind you. You glanced to the side just in time to see Sam make himself comfortable beside you, a little cooler placed against his knee.

“So far? It’s a tie,” you responded. “Everyone’s been getting along, surprisingly.”

Sam pursed his lips in a single low whistle in astonishment. “That’s a rarity. You think the little imps would have pounced on each other by now,” Sam gestured to Floyd, “especially that tall one over there.”

Thankfully, Floyd had been quite entertained with the game, so much so he got along with his teammates for the most part. Must be all of that teamwork practice he’s had on the basketball team. The same went for Ace. Sebek wasn’t much to worry about as long as he kept his opinions to himself, and Rook was, well…he could be a good leader when he wanted to be. As for the other side of the net, though Leona was strict, it was for the team’s benefit. Deuce and Jack followed his orders to the letter, as did Kalim, even though the white-haired lad got distracted every now and again. Combined with the other students present, it was a pretty good game.

A soda appeared in your line of vision. You eyed Sam suspiciously as he offered it to you - he simply smiled at you. “On the house,” he said. “The least I could do for a favorite customer.”

You returned his smile and accepted the drink. “Thank you. Water does get kind of tiring after a while.”

Vargas took his attention off the game for a minute to look down at the two of you. “Those are bad for you, y’know that. Nothing but sugar and unnecessary calories, not to mention bloating.”

“Like you haven’t partaken in sugary drinks before,” you quipped back. “Who was the one who ordered a strawberry daiquiri when we went to that bar Saturday night?”

“It was a one time thing,” Vargas grumbled to himself.

“Sure,” you chuckled, not believing a word. As you cracked open your can, you added, “I almost expected you to order a drink with egg whites.”

“I think he was saving up for later,” Sam snickered as he glanced down at Vargas’s now half empty thermos of liquidated eggs. “I tried a raw egg once, y’know. I don’t see how you-”

In seconds, the volleyball hurtled towards you. You gasped and shut your eyes tight, arms coming up to try and protect your face. You heard the ball make contact - yet you didn’t feel a thing. When your eyelids fluttered back open, in front of you was Vargas. He’d lept off his place on the sand to protect you. He used his chest as an obstacle to make sure you didn’t get hurt. You supposed it was his gut instincts. One would develop them in their years as a teacher and an athlete.

“Watch it!” he barked out as he stood. He scanned the crowd of students as he tucked the ball under his arm. “Who did that?”

It wasn’t too hard to figure out. Kalim immediately ran over, expression between horror, concern, and humiliation. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spike it that hard! I didn’t think it’d go in that direction.” He peeked around Vargas’s broad form to look at you. “Are you okay, [Mr./Ms./Mx. Last Name]?”

Despite the adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you forced a smile to reassure the boy. “I’m alright, thank you. Just be more careful next time, okay?”

Kalim nodded his head, earrings jingling along. Vargas, however, wasn’t done with the boy. “It’s those lanky arms that have got you so uncoordinated. Your muscles do a lot of work in directing the ball; they can help control its speed and velocity, too.” Vargas’s other hand was now placed on his hip. “When we get back to the college, I’m going to organize a special training regimen for you, Al-Asim.”

Vargas’s grin was between helpful and threatening, at least to you. “We’ll bulk you up yet, kid.”

While a student would usually balk at the thought (a certain Octavinelle second year came to mind), Kalim took the challenge head on. Though you could spy the exasperated glint in his eye at the very notion, he gave a firm nod. “I’ll do my best, coach!”

Before Kalim could turn around and go back to his team, Vargas stopped him. “Wait, I’ve got an idea.” He whirled around and stooped down to where his things were sprawled out on the sand. His hand grasped the thermos of liquid egg…oh dear. “Have a drink of this,” he offered as he held out the bottle for Kalim to take. “There won’t be any immediate results, but it’s a start. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again: Eat four dozen raw eggs a day, and you’ll get as strong as me!”

You could spy the looks of disgust and pity that danced across the faces of Kalim’s peers behind him. Ace made a gag motion with his finger, Leona rolled his eyes, Floyd stuck out his tongue - even Sebek grimaced. In stark contrast, Kalim beamed brighter than the sun in the sky. “Thank you, sir!” He graciously took the thermos in his hands. “Do I drink the whole thing?”

“Go right ahead!” Vargas looked thoroughly pleased by the boy’s eagerness. You and Sam, on the other hand, pitied the oblivious kid. “Just don’t choke,” Vargas laughed, “they’re slimy.”

Without another word, Kalim popped open the cap on the lid and knocked back the yellow slime. While there were a few who cheered Kalim, the rest of the students made various noises of disgust and disbelief. The Al-Asim heir appeared to not like the taste, but he chugged it down like a champ. When he finished, he let out a loud gasp, a string of saliva dripping down his chin. He coughed once, twice - Vargas slapped him on the back to help him out. Not the best aid, you thought.

“Good lad!” he praised. “Now, get back out there and show me what you’re made of! Just try not to hit anyone this time.”

“Y-Yes sir!” Kalim’s enthusiasm was stuttered by a suppressed burp. There was a slight shake to his step as he jogged back over to his teammates. They all looked at him as though he were mad. Deuce laid a hand on his shoulder as he came to his side; the words you couldn’t discern were likely to ask if he was okay, maybe why he’d do something so brash.

“If he gets sick later, I’m pointing right at you,” you said as Vargas sat back down.

“He’ll be fine!” Vargas assured, tossing the empty thermos beside him. “Kid’s got guts - a strong stomach, too, from what I’ve heard. Just you watch: In a few months time, me and him will be chugging eggs like there’s no tomorrow!”

You highly doubted that. You pitied the boy later that night when he upchucked Vargas’s ‘gracious’ gift.

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Can you do something fluff? Ashton Vargas x reader? Please were the reader is like Belle and showed Ashton about the books and read it to him, then later the reader finds Ashton reading which made the reader heart flutter? Please

some Vargas fluff coming right up!🫶

characters: Ashton Vargas x Reader cw: pure unadulterated fluff, maybe a little ooc recommended by: @hipsterteller

Ashton Vargas was not the brightest bulb in the box. He was strong (both mentally annd physically) and handsome and had a nice smile and that’s what you fell for.

You loved him tagging along with you on errands, helping you out with getting things from high shelves and carrying heavy stuff around with no complaints.

He was particularly useful when you went to the library, always carrying your books and grabbing some that you wanted to look at from the higher shelves.

“Ash, can you grab me the purple one please?” You asked and he did as you asked, handing it to you.

“What is that?” He asked, looking at how your nose crinkled reading the title, as if you were uninterested.

“Something I’ve read before, enemies to lovers in a sci-fi world.” You sighed, annoyed at how you’ve read everything, handing it back to him to put back in its respective place. “I wish there was one i haven’t read already.”

“You only come to this part, have you checked the others?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Mhm. I’ve read every fiction book here. Romance, Fantasy, Thriller, Sci-fi, the whole list.” You sighed as he looked, seeing one with a brown leather binding with gold accents that he can’t remember seeing your nose in.

“What about this one?” He asked, picking it from off the highest shelf in the very corner, seemingly hidden. He smiled as you looked at it with intrigue, reading the back, opening it and flipping to a random page, and humming in approval. You look up at him with a smile.

“Ashton Vargas you gorgeous, gorgeous man. You found a book I haven’t read yet.” You said, giving him a hug and accentuating the ‘gorgeous man’ with a kiss.

Later at home you read and read, finishing the book in a few hours. Ashton laying on top of you, his head on your lap and his arms around your waist as you sat and read, making small comments about your book to him. Stopping and going on rants about how the main character was an idiot and how you didn’t like the love interest, or how you thought that the writing style made it difficult to understand and he laid there just wanting to be near you, listening the entire time, paying attention to each and every rant until you finished.

“Babe?” You called through the house the next day, looking for your boyfriend. You were going to return the book today on your errands but you can’t seem to find it on your nightstand like you left it last night. You wandered around the house for a few minutes before going to the study, seeing him with your book, his laptop on the desk, as he googled the words he didn’t understand and the small bits of french in the book.

You smiled and felt intense warmth in your heart watching him so intense he didn’t notice your presence yet, walking out of the room quietly, letting him continue reading, and mentally crossing the library off of your to-do list today, deciding you’ll just return it when he’s done.

Hope i did this justice🫶

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst x you #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #ashton vargas #nrc staff #ashton vargas x reader #twst nrc

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Ramadan: Grim & NRC Staff Ver.

Summary: An MC who fasts during Ramadan, and how Grim and the NRC staff supports them.

Characters: MC, Grim, Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas, and Sam.

Notes: The final part! 👏☺️ I hope you all enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading this series and loving it. It brought me joy to see all the love. Grim’s part had to be my favorite. I felt so soft for our raccoon cat. 🥺🥺🌺🌺

Ramadan Series: Heartslabyul Ver. Savanaclaw Ver. Octavinelle Ver. Scarabia Ver. Pomefiore Ver. Ignihyde Ver. Diasomnia Ver. Grim & NRC Staff Ver.

Eid Al-Fitr: Eid Al-Fitr in Twisted Wonderland

Eid Al-Ahda: Eid Al-Adha in Twisted Wonderland

· MC might not be at home, but it doesn’t mean they can’t follow their traditions from home.

· After talking to Kalim and Jamil, MC was able to figure out roughly when the time of Ramadan would be.

· So, they chose that time to inform others of their decision, such as the teachers and their friends.

· Mainly Ace, Deuce, and Grim, so they did not cause too much trouble, or they will have to deal with MC. Which after a particular glare from them, the trio was left quaking in their boots.

Grim:

· Grim was the one MC first mentioned their practice too.

· Grim being Grim, of course, reacted the way they expected.

· “Starve yourself? You humans are weird! Nyahaha~ more tuna for me.”

· MC patted his ears.

· Grim was always with his henchman.

· He noticed how his minion would progressively get tired as time went on.

· They would fall asleep more throughout the day.

· One time, they took a nap near the trees by Ramshackle Dorm.

· He had to protect them!

· Grim became progressively protective as time went on.

· When MC was sleeping, he growls at any NRC students who might cause his minion to wake up.

· “You wake them up and I’ll burn you into a crisp!”

· MC would notice that Grim began to eat less, especially in front of them.

· “Grim, it’s okay. You can eat if you want. I don’t mind.”

· “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just not hungry right now.”

· Both of them knew that was a lie, but MC let him be.

· They made sure to give him an extra serving of food during dinner time.

· Grim would turn especially quiet when he would hear the Prefect’s stomach growl.

· His hearing was better than the humans, so he could hear it easier.

· He knew MC became embarrassed whenever it made a sound, so he stopped mentioning it after a while.

· Instead, he would become quiet and climb onto MC’s lap.

· Patting their stomach a bit, making it seem like he was making himself comfortable before laying down.

· He would start purring as he fell asleep.

· He hoped his purrs would mask the sounds of hunger.

· MC relaxed and patted his head, as they continued their conversation with the first years.

· MC would wake up sometimes with Grim sleeping right next to them, one of his paws on their cheek.

· They started to wonder if maybe he tried to lull them to sleep.

· “I love you too, Grim.”

· MC and Grim were family, and they always will be.

Dire Crowley:

· MC went to the headmaster to inform him of their decision.

· He was surprised by the similarities between the worlds.

· He spoke of the graciousness that the Prefect displayed to participate in such practices.

· He couldn’t change the curriculum for them, but he helped in ways only he could.

· If MC noticed a slight increase in madols given to them weekly, they didn’t mention it.

· They knew that the headmaster was trying to help them.

· Sometimes, to MC’s surprise, he would pop up at their dorm with extra blankets and pillows for them to use.

· He would use magic to help tidy the dorm.

· MC would invite him to dinner, where he would eat and make his exaggerated comments.

· At times like this, MC could see the headmaster as a father figure.

· “How gracious of you, Prefect! I wonder where you learned such sincerity.”

· “Yeah, I wonder too.”

Divus Crewel:

· Divus Crewel would find out through both the headmaster and MC.

· While the students of Scarabia and others who fasted had each other for support, he knew it be would harder for MC.

· He would make sure to pay extra attention to them during alchemy lessons.

· He wouldn’t want anything to happen to the Prefect.

· They had enough issues with their fellow NRC students.

· While he couldn’t lessen the work he gave them, he quietly extended the due dates for them.

· The grateful look was more than enough.

· He was especially proud when they would score high on their exams while fasting.

· Professor Divus would occasionally send them off with a package: some new clothes, raisin butter, and some baked cookies.

· “Good Puppy.”

Mozus Trein:

· Mozus Trein heard the same way as Divus Crewel.

· He couldn’t make his lectures any shorter or less difficult.

· Though, he turned a blind eye whenever the Prefect seemed to be nodding off.

· While some grumbled, the threat of extra homework shut them up.

· Professor Trein would extend the due dates as well.

· His strictness towards MC also softened.

· He would send MC to their dorm with soup and tea he bought in the nearby town.

· Lucius would sit next to MC to provide animal therapy.

· Grim would be jealous at first but they both silently agreed on helping the Prefect.

· “Hurry along, Prefect. Make sure you eat well today too.”

Ashton Vargas:

· Professor Vargas had learned the same way as the previous professors.

· Professor Vargas went easier on the students who fasted during this time of the year in Twisted Wonderland, adding one more student wasn’t an issue.

· He allowed the Prefect to walk around the field while everyone else was flying.

· He allowed them to rest in the shade went they needed to.

· Other times, he would let them work on their homework or take a nap.

· Conserving energy was a must, he knew that and he didn’t want them to get hurt.

· “Here’s a dozen eggs! You need the protein to stay strong, just like me!”

Sam:

· Sam learned about MC’s practices through the gossip vine, and possibly from his friends from the other side, and the other faculty.

· He noticed how MC came less often to his shop than usual, and when they did; they were extra tired.

· He wouldn’t put it past the headmaster to forget to give them enough madols for the week to fit their needs.

· So, when the Prefect came the next time, he made sure to give them an extra discount on top of the one he usually gave them.

· When MC told him about their practices, he smirked mysteriously.

· He procured a tupperware of his favorite gumbo for them to take home to enjoy.

· He also offered his services at night should they need them, stating how his friends from the other side could deliver it to them.

· MC appreciated it and told him they would let him know if they needed it.

· “Hey, Little Imp! What can I help you with today? My friends from the other side and I are here for you.”

· MC was touched by the help that their friends and the staff at NRC gave them during this time. It made the time pass much quicker, and it was fun spending time with them.

Thank you again for all your kind messages and love for this series. It brought me happiness to hear the joy it brought you. There’s about one week left of Ramadan. I hope all those who are fasting have good meals and stay hydrated. You can do it! Just a little bit of time left. ☺️🌸🌺

I’ll see you all soon! Maybe with a present? 👀☺️🌸🌺💕

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pinkcatcafe · 1 year

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NRC Staff

Grim:

As the World Falls Down

Dire Crowley:

We're all out of drinks...

Divus Crewel:

We're all out of drinks...

Mozus Trein:

We're all out of drinks...

Ashton Vargas:

We're all out of drinks...

Sam:

We're all out of drinks...

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When You Escape Him, Staff

Summary: Yandere staff x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: yandere content, Stockholm syndrome, blackmailing, potentially ooc?, the void, implied previous injury,

A/N: It's finally finished! There are some spin off stories coming but they will not be weekly updates. I'll write them when I write them. Also, I know I said that I'd put out a poll for what series would get weekly updates, but I've gotten so many questions about Elder God, that I'm gonna do that one. Probably won't be Sunday's, but whenever I release the next part will start the cycle.

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

To this day, you had no idea how you had escaped. But you had, and you'd been able to smuggle yourselves off the island and far away.

Your son had started to display signs of magical ability when he was three. You hoped it stayed a miniscule amount, considering you'd heard some people were just magic sensitive.

By the time he was eight, you realized you were not going to be lucky. By the time he turned twelve, you were burning the flyers that the dark mirror magically sent out. By sixteen, you and your son were full on panicking about the scouts that might come by to observe him, and the acceptance letter that would show up at the house.

It was a completely normal day. You'd gone to pick up your son from school, when his teacher excitedly came out to meet you.

“I have amazing news! A representative from NRC came today to test a few of our students!”

You froze.

“S/N was one of the one's they called, and he's been being tested for hours now! He's a shoe in! You must be so proud!”

You nodded rigidly, a stiff smile on your face.

She led you inside, and to one of the teacher conference rooms. Up to this point, you knew there was a chance it wasn't him. If it was anyone else, you could bargain with them.

The door opened, and your hopes were dashed.

“Ah! Welcome, welcome! I was just telling our precious chick that he has a place waiting for him among the students of our esteemed academy! He's almost as powerful as his papa! I couldn't be prouder!” At the last statement, Crowley brushed away an invisible tear.

“And I told him that I have no interest,” your son muttered angrily as he stared down at the table.

Crowley didn't react to what sounded like not the first refusal your son had given, and patted his lap excitedly.

As though everything was normal and you'd just go back to the nest.

“S/N,” you said coldly, calling him to your side. It wasn't like you were alone. If you and your son ran, shouting along the way, surely one of the teachers would hear you and get help. Your son stood to walk over to you.

It happened in seconds. His golden eyes flashed in mild irritation, and by the time you reacted he had already entered your space, and hoisted you over his shoulders.

“I consider myself a very magnanimous person, but you are pressing my patience.”

You shouted obscenities at him, trying to fight your way out of his grip, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming, or I will have to clip your wings-”

“Leave them alone!” Your son shot a fire spell at Crowley. A field around him blocked it, but he gazed at his son in parental pride.

“Just like his papa!”

“YOU'RE NOT MY PAPA!” He screamed, a blaze of fire exploding from around him.

It wasn't his fault he'd lost control. But you had a brief moment where you realized that without the field around Crowley, that would have killed you. As it was, the room was ablaze, and quickly growing out of control, causing your son to forget his anger, and panic.

Crowley sighed, and set you down. He summoned his staff, and quickly doused the fire. Then he turned to your son.

“I am a very generous man. I can pay for the damages done to the school. Which, judging by what I am seeing, is extensive. However, you both must come back to the nest.”

Your son just stared at him.

“If I don't pay for it, how do you think either of you is going to be able to pay this off? Especially not when word gets out that you attacked the Headmage of NRC. You will spend the rest of your life in debt that will continue to grow.”

“You're bluffing,” your son spat.

He definitely wasn't bluffing. You knew exactly what lengths he was willing to go to. You couldn't look him in the eye, opting to stare at the floor as you whispered,

“We'll come with you.”

“No!”

“We don't have a choice. Trust me, I know.”

“Aw, don't talk like that, treasure,” he said happily, scooping you back up and nuzzling his cheek against yours.

Your son looked at you with heart broken eyes. But there was nothing you could do. You'd always known what it looked like when he'd beaten you.

He'd let you leave…

You never wrapped your head around it.

He'd let you leave. Watched you walk out the door with your son. Hadn't said a word.

And he hadn't come after you.

It had been four years since then. You'd been doing as well as a single parent could do.

Any accounts you had created and hid from him, your government paperwork, your social media accounts; all of it was gone. The second you stepped foot out of his mansion, he'd canceled and frozen anything and everything you had in your name. You had started from square one.

But you were alive. And so was your son. You had found a job, and had built a small life for the both of you.

But this most recent set of bills was going to upset the delicate balance.

You stared down at the statements, and sighed. You wanted to cry. You'd fought so hard. But it all amounted to nothing. The weight of the world was crushing you, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from letting it show to your son.

An unknown number appeared on your phone. You picked up. Probably a debt collector. Maybe you could come up with an excuse.

“Are you done playing pretend? You're not cut out to be a stray.”

You stiffened.

“How did you get this number?”

“You're not in a position to ask me questions. How does it feel to be all alone? To bite your master, then get beaten by a wild pack of wolves?”

You stared back down at the bills, biting your lip.

“Nothing to say?” You could hear the amusement in his tone. It disgusted you, but he was right. You weren't in a position to fight him.

“What do you want?” You spat.

“I want you to admit you need me. That you can't support yourself and the pup, and that I'm the only one who is able to properly take care of you.”

“What the fuck-”

“I want you to tell me that you understand that a dog is useless without a master to care for it.”

“Gah! I'm not saying anything like that!”

“Alright,” he spat, hanging up before you could say anything else.

You angrily slammed your phone against the table.

“What's going on?” You heard your son's sleepy voice say. You turned over your shoulder, and saw him rubbing his eyes, staring at you sleepily. He was so small. So innocent. He deserved so much more.

You opened your arms, and he ran into them, snuggling against you.

“Baby, how would you feel if Daddy brought us home?”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah. We got separated, but I think he found us. Which means-”

“Daddy could take us home?”

You felt bile rise in your throat. Home. Home was stolen from you forever when a certain alchemy professor had decided you were his. But maybe home would be different for your boy. And you couldn't take that from him.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

You redialled the unknown number, half expecting him not to pick up. But he did, immediately.

You put it on speaker, and after a moment of silence, you heard, “Well?”

Your son was faster than you.

“Daddy, please come get us!”

Crewel’s breath hitched, and his voice was infinitely more tender when he spoke again.

“Of course, puppy. Daddy's coming to get you.”

Your son looked up at you with excited, warm eyes. Maybe this was for the best. It would be selfish of you to keep putting him through this. He had a father who would give him the stars in the sky if he so much as looked at them a certain way. Meanwhile, you could barely take care of yourself.

“We'll be waiting,” you said quietly.

You half expected him to go back to sounding angry and disappointed. Instead, he released a soft sigh, and said in a voice so kind that it brought tears to your eyes, “I've missed you, love.”

Sam's "friends" used to frighten you. They were the one's in charge of keeping you quiet in the back room while he worked.

Over time, you'd grown to tolerate them. They were terrifying. But they left you alone for the most part.

The day Sam had placed your son in your arms was the first time they'd spoken to you. You'd been alone, staring at your own hollow eyes in the mirror, reflecting on how you had to get this child away from him, when a whispery voice had hissed in your ear.

“We can free you.”

You'd refused to trade your soul, but you'd given up ten years of your life span. Over the years, they would update you if you needed to move. They would tell you what he was up to. They would hide you from new “friends” who would try to find you.

It was your son's 16th birthday. And something was wrong.

The "friend" who had offered you the deal in the first place was missing. They were always around, except for when Sam needed them. It was odd for them not to be there.

And you, yourself, felt weird. You'd woken up to a tingle in the tips of your fingers, and a disco party in your chest. You gotten up to wake up your son, then prepared him a birthday pancake. You placed a candle into it, and were about to light it, when it lit itself.

“Hello, friend,” you muttered. “Is something wrong? It's not like you to be gone for so long.”

You felt phantom fingers detangling a knot in your hair, and a voice hissed in your ear, “We serve more than just you.”

They sounded…oddly defensive. But you couldn't think about that now, because your son had just stumbled tiredly into the room.

“Aw, you shouldn't have,” he grinned when he saw the pancake. He leaned in and blew out the candle, before sitting down and digging in. You sat down in the seat next to him, digging into your own breakfast, when your “friend” released a hiss.

Suddenly, in the corner, a dark void opened up, and out stepped,

“Sam,” you whispered in terror, as you stood from your spot. You turned to your “friend” who was moving to join him.

“Hello, little imp. Long time no see,” he grinned at you, his eyes glowing bright lime as the room filled with fog from the void.

“Wait, I had a deal!” You shouted.

“We received a better offer,” your “friend”’s voice hissed with merciless glee. “Don't worry, we returned your ten years to you.”

“Damn, I wanted to see you for so long. But now that I see your face, I'm absolutely disgusted,” Sam spat bitterly.

The smoke wrapped around you like unbreakable ropes. You struggled against them, but they only grew tighter, quickly feeling suffocating.

He walked up to you, gripping your chin in his hand.

“I paid quite the price for you. And now I just want you to suffer like I did.”

“Wait-” your son cut in, seemingly finally able to break out of his shock.

This brought Sam's attention to him, his eyes filling with love and adoration.

“And there's my boy! Can you believe I spent years thinking a fate worse than death had befallen you?” Sam said sweetly.

“You're scaring me. Cut out whatever it is you're doing, and leave us alone!”

Sam's eyes flashed back to yours, a staff suddenly appearing in his hand.

“No. I made a deal after all.”

He stalked towards you, and you watched in horror as various shadow creatures restrained your son.

“I had to choose. You or my son.” The staff came up under your chin, pressing uncomfortably into your throat. “I used to worship you. And you gave me nothing,” he hissed. Then he smiled. “It wasn't that hard of a decision to make, really.”

His lips were pressed against yours, cutting off your air completely.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he breathed against you. He then shoved you, and you fell backwards into darkness, his hate filled glowing gaze the last thing you saw.

“Please, just, don't tell anyone about us. He's not interested in becoming a mage.”

It felt like you were pleading for your life. Because you were. Crowley had arrived at your son's school to scout students for the college. The second your son had gotten word, he'd called you, and you'd rushed to the school, prepared with a lie about a doctor's appointment you'd both forgotten. Crowley moved far too fast though, and had already found your son.

“Y/N. My employees' well being is of great importance to me!”

“I'm sure he's fine,” your son groaned in the seat next to you. “I really don't want to be a mage. So scout someone else, and leave us alone.”

Your boy was a good one. But his downfall was his strong sense of justice. You had never intended to tell him the lengths Ashton had gone to keep you, but he'd been relentless. You hadn't told him everything, but the both of you were pretty certain he might do something bad if he ever met the man.

Crowley looked at you both in disappointment. You remembered that look. It brought you back to your Ramshackle days when you were asking him to install heat, and he'd made you feel like you were asking for a million dollars. But you weren't his student anymore. You weren't his slave. He had no control over you.

“It would be a great shame for someone of your abilities to waste them. And besides,” Crowley’s disappointed frown turned into a frightening grin. “Around this time of year, a certain physical education professor gets rather whiney, and makes it everyone's problem. Now, whose fault is that?”

“He's a big kid. If he can't move on, that's his own fault. And if it's a problem, you can fire him,” you said bluntly, not going to feel guilted for what you'd done.

Crowley leveled a glare at you.

“I gave you a home. I gave you money. I gave you an expensive education, for free. I allowed you to keep your cat, and eventually your son. You owe me.” He snapped his fingers, and the mirror in the corner swirled to life. Suddenly, he was behind the both of you, yanking you from your seats, and shoving you through the mirror.

You both landed in a patch of grass, right behind a burly man in a memorable red sweatshirt. He hadn't noticed you yet. You pressed your finger to your lips, and pointed to the nearby woods. Your son nodded, and you both turned slowly.

Only to bump straight into Crowley.

“For Seven's sake, Ashton! Get it together!” Crowley snapped, causing the man of the hour to finally look over his shoulder.

His eyes widened, and he ran straight for you, wrapping you in a hug so tight that you thought your ribs might break. Again.

“Ashton,” you wheezed, feeling the familiar feeling of panic you always felt when he was involved.

“You're so scrawny,” he muttered in your ear. You were always “too scrawny” to him. But of course it would be the first thing he'd say to you after so long of being apart.

“I can't believe you survived out there,” he boomed loudly, holding you by the shoulders at arms length, looking you up and down with a jovial smile.

“Put them down!” Your son snapped, shaking you out of your fear momentarily. You looked over your shoulder to see him tied up in Crowley's “whips of love”.

Ashton’s eyes brightened even further.

“Ha ha! You look just like your old man! A few hundred pushups, and you'll be just as strong as I am!”

“Fuck you!”

Ashton's eyes darkened, and turned back to you, reigniting your terror tenfold. His grip on your shoulders tightened painfully.

“What have you been saying about me, Y/N?”

You shivered in terror. You knew that look.

“I didn't-”

“You don't deserve our love, you monster!”

Ashton tossed you to the side like you were nothing. You winced. He never seemed fully aware of what his strength was capable of. He marched up to your son, snatching him from Crowley.

“Looks like we need to do some training, to whip ya into shape.”

He snatched you under his other arm, storming off in the direction of the school.

“Vargas! Your students!” Crowley called after him, but he was completely ignored.

You were thoroughly soaked from the rain outside. You stood before him, staring at the ground in shame as he silently sipped tea, and studied you. Eventually, he sighed, standing up and placing the baby in the bassinet in the corner of his spacious bedroom. He returned to his seat, and sighed again.

“To say I am disappointed would be an understatement,” Mozus said sternly.

The door had been unlocked. In a moment of stupidity, you'd taken the chance to grab the baby and run. You hadn't realized that Trein had put up countless charms around the estate, including one that allowed the topiary knights to drag you back to him. If that wasn't enough, it was pouring. A mud puddle had been your undoing.

You dripped onto the floor, awaiting the speech and upcoming punishment.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he snapped, and you quickly looked up. His face and demeanor were calm, but his eyes glinted in anger.

“I trained you to be a better spouse than this. What in the Seven's names were you thinking?”

He paused, seeming to wait and see what brilliant answer you would provide.

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You don't know. Well, do you have any hints?”

You honestly didn't. Things had been peaceful recently. Up until the moment you ran out the door, you had convinced yourself you were finally able to be happy here. But seeing that unlocked door had stirred something in you. A final rebellion. A chance for your son, who shouldn't have to grow up under Trein's tyranny.

Now that you were under his scrutiny, however, all of that seemed to fade away. Instead, you were filled with embarrassment and guilt.

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered.

His glare softened into pure disappointment. Which, somehow, made you feel worse.

“Sorry won't clean the mud off my carpet,” he said tiredly. He looked you up and down, before pouring himself another cup of tea.

“I know.”

“You know I can't leave this unpunished?”

“Yes.”

He looked at you, unreadable, before he nodded to the door.

“Go clean yourself up, then wait for me in your room while I decide on your punishment.”

You nodded, trudging towards the door. Then the baby started to softly cry. Instinctively, you turned the child. Trein's expression turned soft, more tender.

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice full of love.

You picked up the baby, and made your way to your room.

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