#back in with edits :x

[nyhne]

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[humming-fly]

The 2D vs 3D contrast of the sonic and shadow generation hubworlds cracks me up the more I think about it

Bonus:

[mcqraw]

the immortal classic 🤌

[leewaizumi]

one of hajime's junior trainers approaches him as he's finishing up his last set of squats, jabbing his thumb behind him.

"yo, boss. the creep is back."

hajime drops the bar to the ground, the weight plates clattering loudly and bouncing, using the hem of his t-shirt to wipe his forehead.

"again?"

"yeah." the younger guy grimaces. "he's been eyeing this girl for a while now. i've told him to stop a few times but he keeps playing innocent.

there's a dull throbbing sensation forming behind hajime's left temple, and a swift glance confirms that the repeat offender is indeed staring at you lecherously while you deadlift.

as if he senses his opportunity slipping, The Creep (hajime refuses to do him the courtesy of remembering his name) sidles up next to you under the pretense of grabbing a weight plate and "accidentally" grabs a handful of your ass as he goes by.

hajime's eye twitches, and he's already berating himself for not acting sooner as he strides across the dark rubber flooring. but before he can intervene, you've already taken care of it.

one moment hajime was preparing to forcibly drag the man out of his gym and revoke his membership, and the next your fist is moving through the air in a swift, brutal arc, landing square on the pervert's face with a satisfying crunch.

standing there staring at the woman who just ko'd a creep in his gym, hajime swears this must be it.

this has to be love at first sight.

[wltsquareih]

Au where bagginshield talk about the little things and samfro maybe kissed 7 times

[leathercircuits]

i forgot that this is literally them

[tatooineknights]

Luke Skywalker in Pilot Gear The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[tojisun]

price talking you through it and it being shotgunning with him.

and how you’re sitting prettily on his lap, watching as he leans close, eyes fluttering when he taps your chin, and murmurs, “open up.”

you loll your tongue out just slightly, feeling intoxicated already as you watch john take a drag of his cigar, before he pulls it away and beckons you with a curl of his finger. you fall closer to him, humming, and giggling when he breathes the smoke into your mouth.

“inhale it slowly; envision yourself swallowing– there we go, darling,” john murmurs, his dark eyes even headier at how good you’re being for him.

“more?” he asks when you’re done.

you nod, a pretence of innocence in your silence, and john rumbles in his delight. it makes your core throb, and you don’t know how you look right now but however it is, it makes john croon, his rough palm cupping your jaw, with his thumb falling just underneath your bottom lip.

you give it a little lick, and john’s nose flares, desire burning bright under his skin.

soon, after this, he’ll devour you.

[mybigsnowman]

anything for you

pairing sylus x afab!reader

summary sylus turns up at your apartment after you accidentally text him while in pain

tags second-person pov, sick fic, pre-relationship, pre-friendship too, reader is wary of sylus, uterus related pain, not a period fic, lowkey doctor hate

word count 1.2k

note somewhat of a character study if u really squint and very self indulgent, almost a vent fic, and written about my own pain while I was suffering at the hospital, pre-period cramps are like hell. you can tell how frustrated I am with doctors...

cross posted to ao3

I think I need to go to the hospital.

Sylus assumed that you'd sent the text to the wrong person. He tried calling you to no avail. Twice, three times, the phone rang and rang before going to voicemail. Mephisto’s view was dark, your curtains were drawn shut and if it wasn't for the motorcycle outside he would've assumed you were out. He opened the text again and debated on what to do.

You wouldn't send him this, not now at least, he could tell you were still wary of him. But he couldn't ignore it. He was already close by meeting a buyer in Linkon; it wouldn't take long to check on you, twenty minutes if he speeds —and he does.

When he arrived your curtains were still drawn. A part of him began doubting if you were even home. Maybe you got injured on the job; you didn't always drive yourself to work. It was a possibility he'd think of after checking your apartment. He was calm and rational even in moments of stress, this didn't rattle him. He would find you if you weren't here. He found you before and he'd find you again.

He heard the muffled sound of the television when he reached your door. You were probably home so he tried to knock. Once, twice, three times—there was no answer. So he resorted to what he knew best and destroyed the lock. He'd fix it for you later.

The inside was dark, only the faint glow of the television filled the place. He saw you curled in on yourself with half your face squished down on the couch, and if it wasn't for the sudden shift of your body he would've assumed the worst. 

Before he could get closer, he saw your head move as you turned to face him. You were fine enough to still be alert; whatever pain you were in wasn't deadly.  

You squinted, for a moment not recognising the looming figure in the dark room. But your mind caught up; it could only be one person. “Sylus? What are you doing here?”

“You texted me.”

You tried to push yourself up to look for your phone but grimaced at the sudden movement as another cramp shot through your lower abdomen causing you to inhale sharply. You were taking laboured breaths with every movement.

Sylus finally saw the sweat on your skin, your shirt was stuck to your body. “Let me help you up.”

“You don't need to. I'm fine.” Giving up on sitting, you patted around for your phone. You were certain you hadn't texted him. The last person you were talking to was Tara, you were sure of that. Finally, you found it lodged between the back of the couch and the cushions. Your eyes burned as they adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Sylus watched your face as you unlocked your phone. The bright screen illuminated your features making your tense expression obvious. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to send that to you.”

Although he'd expected it, Sylus still felt wounded that you wouldn't rely on him. But alas, he was here and he would help you. Without asking why you were in pain he spoke up again, “Let me get you to the hospital.”

“You don't need to, I'm fine, really.” You hated the position you were in, the pain had subsided slightly, but you were still vulnerable in front of him. It scared you—he still scared you. You never gave him the pin to your door, he'd clearly broken in. And maybe it was out of worry, or something else, you still couldn't figure out his true intentions when it came to you.

“You don't have to pretend to be strong, sweetie.”

“Why did you even come here? Were you worried about me?”

Sylus couldn't answer. It was a simple yes, he was worried about you, but he could see it in your eyes that you wouldn't believe him. You were already on edge because of the pain.

“Do you like me, Sylus?”

You were relentless. Even while in pain you mocked him with a question you'd asked before—a question he couldn't answer without giving away too much. It was a yes, always a yes. 

But before he could give you a dismissive answer, he heard you groan in pain. 

And before he could get closer to check on you, you dismissed him. “Just get me painkillers. The medicine box is in the kitchen.”

He obeyed you, whatever you wanted. He brought your medicine storage box over with a cup of water after turning the lights on. 

You'd finally managed to sit up, you were still curled in on yourself while sitting. Your hand reached out for the medicine box when he got closer. You rummaged around a bit before finally finding the pill package. You downed two, all the time feeling Sylus’ strong gaze on you. You probably looked like a mess, you'd been crying before you fell asleep.

He finally spoke up again, “Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?”

“There's no point,” you said as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back. “They'll say nothing’s wrong.”

“We’ll go to another hospital then.”

“Do you think I haven't tried?” Your words had more bite to them than you intended, but you were in pain, and still wary of his presence—you couldn't really control it. His need to throw solutions at you like everything was easy if you just tried hard enough was irritating, so you explained it further, trying to convince him how useless these doctors were. “I've gone to ten different clinics. They all say it's normal, just regular pain before my period. Even though I can't breathe or move right. It's stupid.”

Sylus could hear how frustrated you were, you sounded like you had a lump in your throat. 

“Fuck, it really feels like I'm having contractions,” you said with a breathy laugh hoping to dissipate some of the tension, but even that mild action hurt.

“I'll find you a good doctor.”

“I'm sure you will.” Your reply was mocking, and dismissive, but a part of you hoped that he could. Every gynaecologist in Linkon was useless but maybe the N109 zone had someone special, a doctor that wouldn't just say it's anxiety or dismiss your pain altogether; the thought nearly made you laugh. It really would be a feat if Sylus found someone.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, you can leave.” You wanted to thank him but it felt strange.

“I can't. Your lock’s broken.”

You sighed in frustration and rubbed your eyes. “Fix it then.”

“I will, anything for you.”

You hated his tone—always too earnest. He listened to you like a loyal dog sometimes; he listened like he owed you something. 

You'd take advantage of it if he wanted to be this way. “I want to eat something.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He ordered what you demanded of him before asking you where the toolbox was. 

Your eyes lingered on him as he knelt in front of the door, fixing the lock all on his own. He could’ve called someone to do it, it would’ve been easier, he didn’t have to stoop so low for you. Your eyes grew heavier as you watched him work. Your body betrayed your mind; all the wariness you felt towards him wasn’t enough to stop the ease that spread through your limbs. Perhaps subconsciously his presence felt familiar. 

Your eyes closed as your cramps subsided significantly. You felt yourself doze off as the sound of Sylus fixing your lock lulled you to sleep. 

[mischievous-thunder]

The reason why Wade had to go through the Honda Odyssey chaos to introduce a fun-filled thrilling game to Logan

[livecrow]

Imagine you want to try waxing your pussy, but it turns out to be quite the challenge to actually see what the hell you're doing.

Naturally you ask your boyfriend for help.

Simon won't hear any of it, growls that he's fond of your scruff. "Like 'er jus' the way she is." Her being your snatch.

You pout and try to coax him.

No dice.

You don't give up that easily, obviously. Besides, if you have to, you'll just do it yourself even if it ends up a smidge patchy.

So there you are, full winnie the poohing it on the living room couch, trying to contort yourself this way and that, armed with the waxing strips and a hand mirror. Just trying to get the right angle. The whole spectacle right in front of an unamused Simon.

You spread your knees wide, as wide as you can, to prop up your pussy. Mash your tummy and thighs out of the way, spread your lips out, grunting and whining all the way with exertion while you fumble with the wrapper. You're almost ready to just say "fuck it" and go in completely blind—

You should have been more suspicious when Simon gives in, when he marches over and grunts a short "fine". When manhandles you into an even more uncomfortable and exposed position he finds more suitable.

After the first couple of strips your ready to throw up your white flag and forget about the whole thing. When you tell him as much and try to wriggle out from under him—

Simon just laughs meanly.

"You wanted it, now we're gonna see it through, aren't we?"

Simon'd enjoy your squeals and teary eyes. Every jolt of your body trying to escape the pain your subjecting it to.

"Serves you right for tryin' to deface my sweet'eart."

For how much it hurts, you don't have the awareness to realize he'd actually doing it all somewhat carefully. Each strip layed in the right direction, smoothed down with enough pressure, ripped off in one quick motion. Hell, he even rubs the skin to soothe the sting while he peels the next strip.

...Rubs your pussy. Soothing circles into your heated, plump mons and outer lips that you could almost read as apologetic. He wasn't feeling hardly any sympathy for you, though. No, it was for her.

On the next strip your startled when his thumb actually grazes your clit, while the rest of his palm pulls the skin taught.

You wondered if it was just a slip, but alas. Nothing Simon does is ever an accident.

The traitor peeked out from the hood in interest. Every other strip after that has him stroking your pearl mercilessly, like his own worry stone.

The hot ripping pain melds with pleasure, it isn't long at all before your keening and dripping under his ministrations. It was inevitable.

Simon sounded so put out. Sighing, tisking that you're, "Sloppy fuckin' wet. Strip isn't gonna stick now, is it?" as if you're an idiot, trying to be difficult purpose.

As he chastises you, he crams two thick fingers in your hole, like he's trying to stem a bleeding wound. It punches the air out of your lungs. He tells you you're gonna ruin it, that they'll have to start all over if you keep this up.

He's about as done as he's gonna be, considering your drippy cunt. "Look at 'er. Poor thing's cryin', isn't she?" He coos to your crotch.

Simon turns back to you but his tone isn't sweet, he barks at you to stop squirmin', unless you want him to you fuck you while your still oll raw and stingin'. Since that's clearly what you want now.

He's always givin' you want you want, huh? You're spoiled rotten.

[anbaisai]

local octopus shot on sight

Bonus of said prefect:

[sky-is-the-limit]

Monster trio and how they'd react to you making them jealous on purpose 🤭

P: F!Reader x Monster Trio

CW: Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V

WC: 4,486 words

Luffy:

Initially, you didn't expect him to care.

It was Luffy. He wasn't exactly seasoned in the romance department, hell, you were his first girlfriend and half the time, he still treated you like one of the crew.

There were days when he didn't always notice when you got quiet or pulled away.

Some days he was too busy with food, brainstorming the next adventure or chasing something across the deck to even remember you were there.

So yeah... maybe you just wanted to find out if the pirate king could get jealous.

Nothing too extreme, you just gave your attention to everyone but him. Arms slung around Usopp's shoulders, giggling with Nami, slipping bites of your dinner to Chopper, the treats you'd normally keep just for him.

Meanwhile, Luffy just sat there grinning, scarfing down meat like usual.

Then that night, when the ship creaked under moonlight and everyone else was asleep, you spotted him in the corridor.

Standing in the dark. Still.

That dumb grin was stretched way too far, all quiet and weird. It sent a chill down your spine.

"You forget I'm the Captain." He muttered, and before you could reply, his arms snapped forward, stretching like ropes and yanking you through the air.

The door slammed behind you and your little game was over just as quickly as it began.

No teasing, no patience.

Luffy yanked your shorts down with a growl, baring you to the cool air before collapsing to his knees like a man possessed, tongue already lolling out like he could taste you in the atmosphere.

He licked like an animal, nose grinding against your clit and sucking so hard it made your thighs twitch.

Luffy ate like he fought. Reckless, all in with no hesitation. With his mouth soaked, juices starting to glisten his jaw and neck, spit and arousal smearing his lips as he groaned straight into your cunt.

At times, it felt like he couldn’t choose what to do.

Flat, curling swipes over your throbbing bud one second, then tongue-fucking you deep the next, loud, wet noises as though he wanted the whole ship to hear.

He pulled your hips forward by your soft thighs, holding you up with sheer strength as you writhed, his moans vibrating through you.

"Mmm, better than meat-" He mumbled against your sweaty flesh, grinning before spitting straight onto your sensitive core and letting it dribble down.

His tongue flicked up the mess like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop, licking fast and sloppy whilst your hips bucked against his face to shove him in, chasing every drag of his mouth.

"Say it..." The pirate murmured, two fingers now buried to the knuckle, curling into that sweet spot over and over.

"Say what?" You gasped, almost sobbing.

He looked up at you from between your legs, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded and feral.

"That I'm your captain." He said, tongue flicking over your clit like punctuation. "Tell me."

Your voice cracked. "Y-Yes - f-fuck, yes sir, you're my captain-"

He groaned like that pushed him over the edge, his whole body trembling as he devoured you again, holding you down while your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, leaving your thighs soaked and his mouth completely covered in you.

Zoro:

Lately, you'd been catching him slipping.

Less eye contact. Fewer words. No hand on your back when you walked past.

Zoro had always been a man of few words but this felt like more than that, like he was closing off again. Like back when you first met him and he didn’t trust you yet.

The more you asked what was wrong, the colder he got. Said he was "just tired" or "needed to train." But you weren’t stupid. You felt it, that he was slipping through your fingers and too proud to say why.

So... you decided to see what would happen if someone else had your attention.

"Private cooking lessons?" Sanji lit up when you asked, hand dramatically pressed to his heart. "For you? I’d be honoured."

Zoro didn’t say shit about it. Not even when you came back to the deck reeking of garlic and smugness.

Then that night, when you passed his room, he was already waiting outside, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and that dead-calm look in his eye.

"I thought you liked katanas," He muttered as the door slammed shut behind you, trapping you against his chest.

His gaze dropped to the curve of your bare skin where the shirt had ridden up, no bra in sight and the way your chest caught the dim light made his jaw tighten.

You caught that look and tossed him a smirk, pushing buttons like a brat.

Zoro's fingers slid beneath the fabric, skimming ribs damp with heat before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

"What happened? You downgraded to kitchen knives?"

Then he kissed you like he hadn’t in days, like he’d been holding himself back and just snapped. His tongue shoved past your lips, messy, hungry, taking back what he decided you owed him.

One hand slid under your shirt, dragging up your skin and cupping your breast fiercely, guaranteeing soreness.

A rough squeeze followed and the sensation of his thumb swiping across your nipple to coax out a gasp from your throat.

The mirror loomed ahead, big and unkind to your dishevelled state.

The swordsman shoved your chest into the glass with one palm between your shoulder blades, the cold surface shocking your nipples as your breath fogged up the reflection.

His other hand dragged your pants and panties down in one rough pull to strip your ass to the room and the air to prickle over your sensitive skin.

Leaning close, his breath warmed your ear.

"You wanted my attention," He murmured, cock pressing between your cheeks. "Now you have it."

He didn’t give you time to respond. One hand tangled in your hair with the other gripping your hip like a vice as he drove his cock into you with a single thrust.

The stretch stung, a thick burn splitting you open as he sank in to the hilt with one brutal stroke and gave you no chance to breathe.

He hammered into you hard again and again, hips slapping skin with a wet, nasty sound that bounced off the walls, making you feel like the whole damn room was shaking.

The muscles in his arms flexed with each thrust, jaw locked and sweat dripping down his temples like he was sparring, not fucking.

"Eyes up." Zoro snarled, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at the mirror. "Watch yourself take it."

You whimpered, eyes locking onto your reflection. What a mess. Your face was flushed, lips parted, tits bouncing with each thrust and drool starting to smear the corner of your mouth.

His body behind you was all strength and sweat, veins bulging along his arms as he fucked you rough, unforgiving almost.

"Don’t look away." He snapped when you tried to close your eyes from the stimulation.

"You had no problem putting on a show for the waiter, right? Now watch how fucked up you get for me."

One hand slid between your legs, fingers grinding rough, circling your wet clit like he was claiming it, making you gasp loud enough to be heard next door and legs trembling under him.

The sounds were filthy. Every shove soaked and provocatively loud, your cunt squelching around him like it was begging for more.

Wetness dripped down his swollen erection, stringing between your thighs whilst the slap of his hips against your ass bruised the tender flesh.

"No one else gets to have this," Zoro muttered low against your shoulder, breathing heavy.

"No one else gets to have you, understand?"

Sanji:

You always thought you could handle it.

Sanji was a flirt. He always had been. Compliments, heart eyes, blowing kisses to every woman he passed.

For the most part, you never took it seriously.

He was sweet to you, kind in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. You figured once things got serious between you two, you’d be chill about it and he'd tone it down to respect your boundaries.

Until that night.

The crew had docked and found a half decent bar, the kind with warm lights, loud music and everyone spread out to relax.

Sanji went to grab drinks while you chatted with Robin and Nami about everything and nothing.

Then, when you glanced over, you caught him leaning over the counter, giggling with the pretty bartender like they were sharing secrets. She touched his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

That was it. Something flipped and the green monster possessed you.

So when he brought the drinks back, you turned to Zoro who was already a few pints deep and barely upright and asked loud enough for the crew to hear,

"Think you could give me some private combat lessons?"

Zoro blinked. Grunted and nodded before downing the 10th shot for the night.

Sanji's laugh died mid-breath. He straightened, lips tight as if someone spat in his drink.

"I'm heading back to prep dinner." He announced, tossing a glance your way. It wasn’t quite a glare but he clearly expected you to follow.

And just like that, he was gone with you trailing behind.. through the ship, past the quiet halls, into the kitchen.

"Come here, mon coeur." His blue eyes dragged down your body, tongue swiping over his bottom lip like he already tasted you.

"Looks like it's my turn to teach you a thing or two."

Sanji gripped your thighs and hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, sliding you across the cold metal table until your ass hit the edge with a soft thud.

His body slotted between your legs, heat radiating off him, erection already straining his slacks as he kissed you deep.

Fingers yanked your shirt up and your bra was gone in a flash, his breath hot on your bare skin as lips closed around your tits, sucking hard and tongue swirling over your nipples with teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

He groaned when you arched for him, teeth grazing sensitive skin before he flicked his tongue again, leaving your chest wet, tender and marked.

"Thought I'd get jealous? Of him?" Sanji murmured, lips trailing down your stomach while undoing his belt.

"I don't get jealous, sweetheart... I get even."

That killer smile was all you could focus on before he guided his cock through your folds first, letting it glide through the slick mess you made, the head nudging your clit with every pass until you whined desperately.

Then he pushed in slow and steady, thick length stretching you inch by inch until you gasped, legs tightening around his waist.

"S-Sanji, someone could walk in-" You whimpered his name like prayer, breath hitching enough to make you choke.

"Then you better keep those pretty noises down, yeah?" He said, grinning against your neck, his teeth biting down.

"Sanji-"

"You think anyone else could touch you like this?" He whispered, grinding in slow just to hear you struggling to keep a breathing pattern.

"I’ve had you soaked the moment I kissed you."

He bent you back until your shoulders hit the table, fucking you flat while your legs spread around his torso.

Every filthy smack of flesh reverberated off the kitchen walls, the sound of your slick pussy clenching around him as he rutted into you hard being the only thing clouding your mind.

Fluids dripped off the table’s edge, pooling beneath you whilst his hands gripped your hips like handles, knuckles pale as he fucked you dumb.

"Not letting you go yet-" Sanji grunted. "They can all hear it. Let 'em."

The blonde man fucked you until your legs shook uncontrollably, until your juices mixed and poured down the backs of your thighs, ruining the table and his trousers.

You came with a sob, nails in his messy hair, head thrown back as he drove into you over and over and your cunt spasming around him, milking him like it didn’t want to let go.

[written-in-knife]

Hi! Can I request a platonic relationship with Crowley or Crewel? For example, they adopt a reader (officially on paperwork, or emotionally) and suddenly the reader just falls through some portal and ends up in another world. And Crowley/Crewel just *dad panic, -1000 nerve cells*. At the end all is well and they reunite!Another point, you didn't ask for it, but I'll say it (sorry). Put two tags in your fanfics "TWST × reader" and "Twisted Wonderland × reader" (put both at once) so more people will see you!

Watching and Waiting

Parental!Crewel & gn!Reader

Fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort? a single sentence of a little hurt/no comfort at the very end sorryy

Word count: 4049

That tip does actually really help and I will do that from now on, thank you! I really love the idea of the staff pseudo-adopting the main character, but I'm OBSESSED with Papa Crewel. And to demonstrate, I'm going to get completely carried away with this prompt! HERE WE GO!

When it came to the student body of Night Raven College, Crewel had a certain level of fondness for all of them. He was strict, of course, he wanted nothing but to see them succeed, but there was a little bit of pride he took in every class. Diligent juniors who'd been with him for a handful of years at this point, most of whom exceeded his every expectation and the rest who at least performed the required tasks with the skills he'd taught them. Flighty but extremely talented sophomores who managed to impress him at every turn in one way or another. Even the freshmen, a group of troublemakers to be sure, but malleable, sharp minds that just needed to focus up to learn the material and they'd be well on their way to excelling in his class.

Then there was you.

Crowley had called a staff meeting to explain the situation to the teachers once you and Grim had proven yourselves worthy to become two halves of a whole student. Trein had asked if there was an active search on figuring out a way to send you home to your own world, and Crowley responded with a very flippant yes that left a sour taste on everyone's tongue. Once it was announced that you had been placed in Class A, Crewel's homeroom, he silently vowed to keep an eye on you. Just that. A magicless student in a magic academy in a world they were not at all familiar with felt to him very much like a wounded puppy being circled by vultures. He wouldn't treat you any differently, of course, you were simply a few steps behind and needed someone watching your back whether you knew the eyes were there or not.

So he watched. He watched as those friends of yours extorted you when you were at your wits end with Grim, he watched you struggling with Grim. He watched you in the second-hand uniform with hastily stitched repairs that was at least a size too big and getting bigger on you as you were not being provided with enough money to feed yourself and Grim AND repair your dorm. He watched as you tried to make Ramshackle habitable, and he watched as you over-extended yourself to put an end to Riddle Rosehearts and Leona Kingscholar's overblots. And when he watched you in the nurse's office just laughing off your injuries the day of the Spelldrive tournament, Crewel decided he was done watching.

It started small at first. He'd discussed with Trein about what subjects you were struggling in, not surprised to hear they were all magic based subjects, then held you back after class to offer to tutor you in those subjects under the guise of wanting all his pups to succeed. Which he did, of course. You agreed to the after school tutoring, which Grim very loudly refused to attend. Every other day after school, you met up with Crewel his classroom to tackle some subject or other more in depth while he graded assignments, and before you left, he would hand you a large container with food in it.

"This is cutting into your dinner time, is it not?" He explained when you asked about it. "I'm not a monster, I wouldn't expect you to go without eating all night."

"You don't have to go out of your way, Professor." You sighed, too hungry to deny the free food.

"Hardly. It's leftovers from last night," a lie, but you didn't need to know that, "I won't miss them."

Crewel caught you back up in your subjects fairly quickly, you were a diligent student. As the days went on, he watched some life return to your face until he could no longer find that ravenous look deep behind your eyes. He started setting a portion of his salary aside and bringing it to Sam, telling him to keep it for when you came by to purchase anything, giving him a little extra to not tell you where it was coming from. He felt a little swell of pride in his chest when he heard you bragging to Ace and Deuce about your grocery run being paid for. He was comfortable with this, happy enough not watching you wasting away and seeing you beginning to thrive in this school. He knew you could hold your own after handling two overblots, so he knew you could handle yourself against the Octavinelle trio when they came for your dorm. And of course you did. He felt that swell of pride again, stronger than he felt for his other students. Then again, his other students didn't have to fight nearly as hard as you did. Before he left for the winter break, he left a parcel on your doorstep that contained a thick pair of gloves, a fur lined hat, a cashmere scarf, and an old brown fur jacket of his. He worried it may not fit, but he refused to leave you to freeze while he was gone. He left a note in the box on top of the items.

"A small reward for your hard work this semester. Enjoy your holiday, you earned it. D. Crewel"

When he came back from the winter break, he was disappointed to find your school uniform in worse condition than when he left, a jacket sleeve hanging on for dear life, poorly patched holes in the knees, one of your shoes peeling away from the soles. He refused to let that go on any longer than it needed to, bringing you to Sam's himself to get you fitted for a new uniform. When you tried to insist that you could pay, Crewel insisted that it wasn't necessary, citing that he couldn't have any of his pups looking less than their best for the upcoming culture fair. When you tried to bring up the winter clothing he'd left you, he brushed off your thanks with a wave of his hand.

"We can find something more suitable to your style before your next winter." He insisted as he gently adjusted your tie. "I couldn't have one of my best freshmen freezing to death while I was gone, could I?"

Despite being caught up to the other students in your subjects, you still came by after class, more often to gossip over whatever meal Crewel had brought with him than to study. You told him about what happened over the winter break, and how the Octavinelle trio actually ended up helping you out. You told him about Ace and Deuce showing up after everything had been resolved, how they got there by train and boat and foot because they had been so worried about you. You kept him up to date about how your dorm, finally at least clean and presentable, had been offered up for the SDC group headquarters. He occasionally had gossip for you, making you swear not to spread anything around before he would tell you anything. It was usually student gossip that was being spread around anyways, some spat in Savanaclaw, an Ignihyde student locking down a portion of the school website to blast photos of another student doing something embarrassing, and so on. He wouldn't admit it to a soul in the world, not even you, but you were swiftly becoming his favorite. Remarkable grades for someone who didn't even know the Great Seven at the beginning of the school year, the admirable bravery and kindness it took to stop five overblots in their tracks, you were impressive. That feeling of pride in his chest eventually never left.

When the Ferrymen came to remove students and take them to Styx, when he heard two of his students were injured, he sprinted down to the nurses office, feeling a bit shameful in the amount of relief he felt that you were not in one of the beds. When you did show up to check on your friends, he patched up the few scrapes you did have and insisted you didn't do anything rash. He knew how much you'd grown to care for Grim, but you had to leave this to the faculty. He was already boiling with rage at the injuries Ace and Deuce had sustained, if Crowley wouldn't handle this, he'd figure out a way to handle it himself. He should've realized that would be your mindset as well. He was furious when he heard you'd gone off with Rook and Epel to find everyone that had been taken, but more than that, he was afraid. He was afraid you wouldn't come back, and all he could do was wait and watch. When you did eventually come back, Crewel had an entire lecture planned for you, explaining how reckless and irresponsible it was to go running off with Rook and Epel to find Styx like that, how you could've been injured or worse, how he expected better from you. You took it like a champ, fully expecting the lecture before you even went after Rook in the first place. But you were safe, everyone was safe, that's all that mattered to you. You could sit through one lecture. When Crewel finally ran out of steam, he stepped forward and put his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look back up at him.

"I'm glad you're safe, pup, but don't you even think of doing something like this ever again."

"Okay, Dad."

You both froze, but for different reasons. You couldn't believe you slipped up and called a teacher dad, you were extraordinarily embarrassed. Crewel on the other hand was putting a name to exactly what that feeling of pride in his chest is every time he sees you succeed. You may not be his by blood or by law, but you are his. He ruffled your hair and sent you away with an order to rest up after your adventure.

You still came by his office after school, raving about a good grade on a history test or complaining about Grim and Ace getting you and Deuce in trouble in Vargas's class. It felt much lighter than when you first joined him in his office at the beginning of the school year, you had been so tense back then. You eventually took to calling him Dad on occasion, mostly when you were teasing him about something or other. He'd never imagined himself as a father, but he supposed at some point he had decided you were his kid, even subconsciously. It was probably the day he'd decided to stop watching, as soon as he closed that distance in his mind, you became his child. He wouldn't admit it out loud to you, or anyone for that matter, but he did consider you to be his family at this point.

In the meantime, Crowley had been actually, finally, working on a way to send you home, mirrors now lining his office, portals in the frames to different places in Twisted Wonderland, a few that go beyond but not correctly. Not to your home. Crowley had confided in Crewel that he wasn't sure he was going to find you a way home before the end of the school year, not sure what to do with you since they couldn't keep you on campus. Crewel offered up his home in half a heartbeat, more than willing to keep watching over you over the summer should it come to that. They were discussing the logistics of it in Crowley's office when you came into the room, stepping off to the side by the wall when you realized they were speaking, waiting your turn. You were standing in front of a large, full body mirror that nearly reached the ceiling in height when the door slammed open again, shaking the walls, Riddle scolding Kalim for opening the door so recklessly as the rest of the Housewardens filed in behind them. They all got a front row seat to watch the large mirror at your back teeter back and forth for a second, then topple forward and on top of you before you could even realize to dive out of the way. The mirror shattered when it landed flat on the floor, no sign of you underneath. Despite that, Crewel ran to it, enlisting Leona to help him lift it, desperately hoping to find you injured but alive. Find you there. But the only thing below the frame were the splinters of glass, now just reflecting the room instead of a swirling portal.

You were gone.

Crewel nearly throttled Crowley to get any information about that portal that he could. All Crowley could provide was the number he'd written on the back of the frame, a three, and suggested there may be others with that number. Other mirrors had recognizable names on the back, Clock Town square, Fleur City waterways, Scalding Sands outskirts. A few also had numbers, three ones, a five, two busted mirrors with a four on the back and the word dangerous, two had apparently been so uninhabitable that he tossed the mirror out entirely. He explained that he wasn't sure where the numbered mirrors led, they were not familiar lands to him. The ones all led to the exact same spot in a field of flowers he'd never laid eyes on, nor had you upon bringing one back, the five led to the inside of a locked room with lettering inscribed in the walls that you didn't recognize from your world. Three had led to a bustling city street. Crowley had led you through it once during his investigations. You recognized the area, but it was wrong. The way you'd described it was that it looked like three major cities from your world had been mashed together, and the lettering on the signs was unlike anything you'd seen. It wasn't home, but it had given Crowley the idea that he'd been getting close. Crewel sent the Housewardens out of the office at the explanation, and no one argued with his tone, the group of them too shaken by watching their friend disappear before their eyes.

"Bring them back." Crewel snapped as soon as the door closed behind the students.

"I'm sure they're fine, Divus, they even said themselves that it was similar to their home--"

Crewel grabbed him by the lapels on his jacket and dragged him back over to the shattered remains of the mirror. "Similar is not good enough, Dire." He snarled at the man. "You swore you would send them home, not abandon them in another unfamiliar place. Now, it is my pup that is lost as a result of your negligence and you will bring them back here, or so help me, I will--!"

"Alright! Yes, I will work on getting another portal open to them, but it will take time." Crowley agreed, if only to soothe over Crewel's rage. "It took months to find something that resembled their home the first time, and I haven't managed it again."

"Then I guess you had better get started."

The waiting was by far the hardest part. Every day for the first two weeks he would stop by Crowley's office to make sure he was working towards getting you back and to see if there were any developments. There were none. He was there in that office every day he didn't have classes, trying desperately to open the right portal. He and Crowley had told the Housewardens not to say anything to anyone yet, not wanting to worry the friends Crewel had watched you make. After the first two weeks of waiting, they could no longer keep it from Grim. Surprisingly enough, after telling him the news, Grim decided to stick close to Crewel in his free time. He's quieter now that you're missing, knowing he can't do anything. And Crewel said nothing. Azul and Riddle offered Crowley their help in creating portals to try to bring you back, Crewel almost had to threaten him to let them help. Eventually, when news finally spread about the reason behind your disappearance, Malleus came by to offer his assistance as well. It had been four weeks at this point, the five of them working together had managed to open eight new portals to places they didn't recognize, getting rid of every portal that led to another place in Twisted Wonderland to make room for the portals to other worlds in case one of them led to you and they just didn't realize it yet.

The waiting was agonizing. Crewel would, more often than not, end up sleeping at his desk in his office after staying too late with Crowley making portals and having to stay up longer to grade assignments. His office felt so quiet without you inserting yourself every day, he'd gotten so used to grading papers while you talked to him about your day that it was now hard to focus on it in the silence. But he had a duty to all his other students. So he kept teaching, training his other pups correctly lest they stray in his absence. But even the students noticed the change. He was quicker to anger, more harsh in his grading which they didn't think was possible, less tolerant of even the smallest mistakes. Trein had to pull him aside one day, three weeks after, to tell him he needed to take a break, that students were confiding in him about Crewel's behavior. He knew how he was acting, he knew how exhausted he was, but how could he be expected to stop when he knew you were out there somewhere? His kid was missing somewhere so far out of reach that finding them was, at this point, down to a shot in the dark, how could he be expected to take a break?

Four weeks had gone by with no sign of the portal you'd gone through. Riddle had dropped his appearances down to just the weekends, Azul had stopped coming entirely while claiming that he had to focus on the Lounge, Malleus returned every day like clockwork to try to find his dearest friend, but even he was starting to lose hope. Crewel still spent every waking moment that he wasn't fulfilling his role as a teacher on finding you. He had to drag Crowley back into the search a few times, and they'd fought about it more than once. Crewel, exhausted from lack of sleep and daily accumulation of blot, would shout at Crowley for not caring nearly enough that one of the students was missing, not caring enough to put his all into finding them again, how it was just like him to think his problems were solved once you were out of reach. Crowley would argue back that he was doing all he could, but he couldn't drop everything to look for one student when there were hundreds more to look after. They were in the middle of one of their arguments when Riddle stepped out of one of the portals, a medium sized vanity mirror they'd hung on the wall.

"Excuse me, Headmaster?" Riddle called out, causing the men to stop shouting long enough to listen. "You said it was a city street corner, correct?"

"Neon lights and the smell of the ocean, yes." Crowley nodded, crossing his arms.

"I believe I found it."

The two men glanced at each other quickly, silently agreeing to set aside their differences for the moment, and rushed forward to the mirror, letting it pull them through to the other side. They stepped out and landed on a cracked sidewalk atop a hill, neon lights reflecting off the puddles on the road, cars rushing past. Looking back, it seemed their portal had manifested in the window of a shop, the display inside blocking anyone in the store from seeing them suddenly appear in the street.

"This is it." Crowley confirmed before turning to go back through the portal. "I'll go see about getting a search party together and we can--"

Crewel didn't wait for him to finish, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting your name down the street. There was barely any chance you stuck around on this road for four weeks, but he had to try. He didn't notice Crowley step through the portal again, and he paid no mind to the people watching him shouting your name like a mad man. He had to try. They'd found the connection, they'd come this far, you were within reach again, he couldn't just give up now. He wandered down the street, still shouting your name. The sun was setting on this unfamiliar world, he didn't want to risk not being able to find the portal home again for fear of not being able to lead you to it, but he couldn't just give up now. He ran a hand through his already messy hair in distress, eyes darting frantically around at the faces that were passing him by. Where would you have gone if you left? He didn't want to even entertain the idea of the worst having happened. The sun had disappeared below the horizon and his voice had gone hoarse from yelling when he heard it. He wasn't exactly sure what it was over the sounds of the cars rushing past and over the puddles in the road, but it made ears perk up. He looked around again, spinning around to try to find where it had come from when he heard it again, across the street. Your voice.

"Dad?!" You shouted over the rush of the cars, absolutely beaming when he finally made eye contact.

"Pup!" Crewel nearly collapsed in relief, he could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Hold on, I'm coming to you! Just stay there!" You shouted back, bouncing in place for a moment before disappearing into the crowd.

He felt the anxiety take hold again once he couldn't see you anymore, but you looked fine. Healthy, not injured, fed, even from a distance he could tell you were okay. He took his moment alone to thank the Sevens for that, if nothing else.

"How did you find me?!" You asked through a laugh as you emerged from the crowd and approached him.

You met his hug with equal fervor as he pulled you tight against him, the relief of having you within arms reach shattering any remaining decorum his sleep deprivation had left him with. He didn't hold you long, however, pulling you back by the shoulders to examine you. He was right. Healthy, not injured, not starving. A little dirty, bags under your eyes, but those could be fixed. You were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"We've been looking for you for weeks, Pup." He admitted, shoulders sagging under the weight of the relief. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I tried to get back through the portal but it must've closed behind me." You chuckled as you showed him your knuckles, cuts scabbed over now. "I got pissed off and punched it. I'm just glad I didn't get arrested for breaking the window, honestly."

"You and me both." Crewel shook his head, thinking it just like you. "The mirror shattered when it hit the floor, that's why you couldn't get back. You don't look like you've been sleeping in alleys, at least."

"No, I found a shelter to stay at, and I've been coming back here every day to wait for someone to come get me." You explained quickly. "I'm so glad you came."

"Of course I did." He sighed, putting a hand on top of your head. "I wasn't about to leave you here."

"Thanks Dad." You said quietly, stepping forward to hug him again. He held you close, rubbing your back as he did. "Can we go home now?"

"Yes, Pup. Let's go home."

Upon your return to Twisted Wonderland, while you were greeting Riddle and Malleus who had just been waiting for you to emerge, Crewel finally realized he could put words to the worry he was feeling during the waiting.

He didn't know how he was supposed to say good-bye to his child once Crowley finally found the right connection to send you home.

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