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Refreshing Cool (Sam x GN!Reader)
Note: Reader is an adult staff member
“Do you ever take a break?” you asked, arms rested on the counter as you peered over at Sam.
“Hm?” Sam glanced over his shoulder in your direction as he passed two students a pair of soda cans. He shrugged his shoulders, as he placed the madol the students paid in the register to his right. “I do when I close up shop, or when there are no customers to serve.” He turned to you as he closed the drawer of the register. “Now, is there something I can get you, little imp?”
You chuckled, “You address me as though I’m one of the students.”
“I address many as such,” Sam grinned at you as he, too, leaned on the counter, “especially when they’re shorter than me.”
You scoffed and let out a small laugh. “A lemonade, if you would. One of those large bottles you have. It’s hot out.”
Sam snickered as he got your drink of choice out of the small fridge on the opposite side of the bar…storefront, whatever he called it. You were sure it was a bar, but Sam was using it as more of a small shop than anything. He teased you again as he softly closed the fridge door with a tap of his heel. “You just noticed? I figured the heat was rather obvious.”
You rolled your eyes. “Haha, very funny.” You placed three madol on the counter to pay for the drink. “Does every purchase here come with a sarcastic quip?”
“Not all do.” Sam handed the bottle to you as he took the madol off the counter. Unlike others, he never counted the money you gave him - he knew you’d never try to swindle him. He gave you a wink that paired well with his grin, “Consider your purchases a special~”
You let out an amused grunt as you began to walk away from the small stand, but not before you gave the shopkeep a small wave. “See you later, Sam.”
“See you, little imp,” he said as he waved back.
You thought that would be the last words exchanged with him for a while. However, just as you rounded the corner of the stand to get back to your chair on the beach, you spotted a large puddle of water on the ground. Part was already soaked into the concrete, while the rest slowly dripped down onto the sand at the edge. Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the puddle to its source: a large cooler. From its position, you knew it was the one Sam kept the shaved ice for the snow cones. You turned heel and hurried back to the counter - the ice was going to melt!
Sam seemed surprised to see you back so soon, equally in such a hurry. He raised an eyebrow at you, but before any word could come from his mouth, your own words came out in a hurry. “Your freezer is leaking! I think it’s broken!”
A look of concern crossed Sam’s face, a far cry from his usual cool expression. In two quick strides he made it to the freezer and flipped open the lid. Sure enough, from what you could see from across the counter, the ice was melting. You could make out the small panic in Sam’s eyes as he rushed to the left side of the stand, where a larger fridge was positioned in the corner. He threw open the door, then cursed under his breath. Inside were other beverages and treats for sale - they took up nearly all the space on the shelves. He quickly looked from the freezer to the fridge, back and forth, back and forth, as though trying to think of what to do.
You had an idea. Without waiting for permission, you hopped over the counter, lemonade abandoned as you ran over to the cooler. You tugged your magic pen out of your pocket and pointed it at the shaved ice; in seconds, an icy cold mist poured from the tip of the pen. You looked over your shoulder at Sam and said, “Go around to the back of the freezer and figure out what’s wrong with it. It could be the power, one of the cords - go check, I’ll keep the ice cold while you do.”
Sam stood there for a second or two, as though to fully process your words. He then gave a firm nod as he slammed the fridge shut, then followed your footsteps and leaped over the counter. As he disappeared behind the corner of the storefront, you focused your attention back on the inside of the cooler, determined to keep the ice as solid as possible. You just hoped it wouldn’t take him too long. Who knows how long you keep this up, especially with the heat at your back. The cold from your pen only helped so much…you prayed to the Seven it wasn’t too big of a malfunction.
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Thankfully, just several minutes later, the freezer sprung back to life. The telltale wirrrr of the freezer met your ears, and the light from within clicked back on. You sighed in relief as you allowed yourself to relax; as the cold mist ceased flowing from your pen, you put it back in your pocket. You rubbed the back of your neck - sticky sweat met the skin of your fingers and palm. As you retracted your hand you heard Sam come back over the counter. He seemed to notice how hot you were, for your lemonade was there in his hand as he approached you. You nodded your thanks as you took the bottle, screwed open the lid, and knocked it back for a few gulps.
Sam gave you a smile as he watched you drink, one of relief and gratitude. “Thank you. It would have been a lot of trouble if it all melted; imagine all the profit I would have lost, and what an embarrassment it would have been.”
You exhaled as you swallowed your third gulp. You nodded as you screwed the lid back on your lemonade, now half empty. “Yeah, especially if you realized it while serving customers. Talk about a decline in reputation.” Sam made a small ‘mhm’ noise as he sat on a stool next to the register. He took off his signature top hat and fanned himself with it. Now that you looked at him, he’d broken out in a sweat as well.
You offered your lemonade to him. He raised an eyebrow at you at the notion; you shook the bottle as a way to show you didn’t mind. With another smile of gratitude, he took it and allowed himself two small swigs. As he put the lid back on, you asked the question that was on your mind. “What was wrong with it?”
“Somehow the power cord got unplugged from the socket,” Sam replied as he handed your lemonade back to you. “It was hell to get it back in; whoever designed this bar put the outlet at an odd angle between the bar and the freezer itself.” He let out a tired chuckle as he placed his hat back on his head. “I’ll have to remember to rent a different place next time I decide to bring my business down here.”
“Mhm,” you mumbled, “probably a good idea.”
Sam noticed how your legs wobbled, which sent you stumbling against the freezer. He bolted up from his seat to steady you, then carefully maneuvered you onto the stool. He dragged out another and set it beside you, where he then took a seat. “Sorry, should have pulled you out one sooner.” He gave you a smile that bordered on flustered - a look you’d never seen on him before. “Not the best host, I guess.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “You’re fine, Sam. In this heat, no one is in their right mind.” You playfully nudged him with your elbow, “I’m sure you’re a fabulous host under normal circumstances.”
“Oya?” Sam’s smile turned into a smirk as he leaned a little closer to you. “What makes you say that, hm?”
“Divus brags about you from time to time,” you replied. “When I helped him grade papers a few weeks ago, he sang praises of your piano playing. He said you mix the most wonderful drinks, too.”
“Did he now?” Sam chuckled as he leaned back against the counter. “Maybe I should invite you over the next time he and I plan a gettogether, then. So you can sample those talents yourself.”
His smile was contagious, as yours now matched his. “I look forward to it~” You took your phone out of your bag and looked at the time. It was a little past three in the afternoon - you sighed and placed your phone back in your pocket. “I suppose I should get back. I can’t leave Divus and Mozus to watch the students alone; I fear one or both may have an aneurysm otherwise.”
“And Crowley is…?”
“The Seven only know,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “Vargas is just as bad as the kids sometimes.”
Sam chuckled as he patted your shoulder. “I’m sure you three will manage fine without them.” His eyes held a genuine softness as he complimented you. “You’re a very capable teacher’s assistant, [Y/n].”
It was rare for him to call you by your name…it sounded nice. You hope he didn’t notice the blood rush to your cheeks as you stood from your seat. You tried to hide it by pressing your bottle against the left side of your face. Your smile, however, couldn’t be hidden. “Thank you, Sam. I’ll see you later.”
Just as you crossed the threshold of the bar and stepped onto the golden sand, Sam called out to you. “Hey, before you go,” he continued when you turned to look at him, “I have a shipment of drinks coming in later this evening. They’re a new brand that has a few different flavors - very popular from what my friends on the other side have told me.” He propped his arms on the counter as he gestured to you. “I was just going to try them myself - but I could use a second opinion.”
You raised an eyebrow as you smirked. “Something tells me you’re asking for more than me to sample your wares.”
“Maybe,” Sam winked as he grinned, “you’ll just have to find out, won’t you, little imp?~”
You shook your head as you giggled, hearing that little nickname again. When you raised your head to meet his eye again, you met his grin with a playful smirk. “I suppose I will.”
You had come on this school trip to keep an eye on the students, maybe find time to relax a little. Though…you supposed you could slip a little date into your schedule, too.
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How they get you under the Mistletoe
Summary: Twst NRC students x gn! reader. How they get you under the Mistletoe.
A/N: Merry Christmas if you celebrate that! If not, happy holidays! I was gonna do the staff too for this, but it got so long 😂 if people enjoy this, I can do the staff and RSA/Noble bell.
The Long awaited Part Two
Ace Trappola
You have no idea until it's too late.
You had to admit, despite the strict rulebook she made, the queen of hearts knew how to throw a holiday party. You were finishing off a glass of the best sparkling cider you'd ever had when you felt an arm around your waist.
You turned to see Ace, just in time for him to lightly punch your shoulder as he told some random student, "And this one? You shoulda seen them, they really whipped our asses into shape."
"You're exaggerating," Deuce pouted from next to him.
"Am not," Ace said. He pushed you slightly forward and gestured to you.
"You wouldn't know it by looking at them, but our beloved Y/N can be a hard ass."
He took a step forward, and whispered, "Huh. Would you look at that prefect. It appears we are under the mistletoe."
You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face, but it was too late. His lips were already on yours.
The world around you faded, and for a moment it was just you and him. Then you were brought back to reality by …
"Ew, Ace," Deuce groaned, and walked away, as did the other Heartslaybul student.
You were about to follow after them to apologize for Ace's tomfoolery, when he grabbed your wrist and whispered, "Hey, we're still under the mistletoe. Can't wreck tradition, now can we?"
Deuce Spade
You were setting up decorations together
First years were in charge of setting up the decor for the Heartslaybul holiday party. Ace and Deuce had of course come begging on their hands and knees for you and Grim to come help.
You'd decided it would save time if you split the work, so Ace and Grim were working on the upstairs hall decor, while you and Deuce were working on the common room.
You were on a shaky ladder trying to hang up some garland and mistletoe, when Deuce panicked and held your ladder still.
"I feel better knowing that I'm holding the ladder still for you," he said, looking up at you nervously.
You nodded, and finished hanging the things, before climbing down (sort of) into his waiting arms. You were about to say you were okay, when you noticed his reddened cheeks, and his eyes flicking between the mistletoe and your lips.
Knowing Deuce as long as you had, you knew you'd have to initiate the thing he clearly wanted. You pressed a quick peck to his lips.
His eyes widened, then darkened as he smiled mischievously. He grabbed your face and kissed you fervently until Grim came through hoping to escape, and screamed.
Riddle Rosehearts
You have to follow the rules.
Riddle had been acting funny the entirety of the party. He'd been quiet, and his face was a bright red, but you figured he was probably tired from exams, and/or stressed about returning home for the break.
It was nearing the end of the party, when he suddenly approached you with a stern frown on his face.
"I know you aren't a member of Heartslaybul, but remember, when you are in my kingdom, you have to follow my rules."
"Why yes, your majesty, of course," you gave a mock curtsy. "And now I'm sure you're gonna tell me what rule I broke?"
He scowled before he turned away.
"Rule 533, the queen and their beloved must share a kiss under the mistletoe, if the holiday is being celebrated under a full moon."
"I'm your beloved?" You couldn't decide whether to tease him, or flush yourself. But this whole thing was very vulnerable of him, and your heart was melting.
"Yes" he whispered. "Now are you going to follow me to mistletoe, or do I have to punish you?"
You gave a fake sigh, "Lead the way, your majesty."
He led you under the mistletoe, and gave you a chaste kiss.
"That's it?" You scoffed.
"What do you mean that's…"
You cut him off with a deep kiss, that he reciprocated incredibly quickly.
When you pulled away, it hit you.
"Wait, isn't it a crescent moon tonight?"
His eyes widened at being caught, and he said the first thing that came to his otherwise empty brain.
"Off with your head!"
Trey Clover
A quiet (orchestrated) moment alone
You were helping Trey with the baking for the party. Knowing Heartslaybul, the party itself was going to be raucous, so having some time to just chill with Trey was nice.
Once everything was in the oven, you began trying to clean up some of the clutter.
"There's no need to do that right now," he said with a soft smile. He took a seat and patted the chair next to him.
"Come sit for a moment, just relax," he hummed before crossing his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, and leaning back.
You took the seat next to him, and did your best to find a comfortable position before sighing.
"I'm not an old man like you. I can't just sleep anywhere."
He opened his eyes and cocked an eyebrow.
"Old man?"
"Yeah, let's face it Trey. You're an old man in a college kid's body."
He smiled mischievously. "That so?"
He pulled out some mistletoe he'd been holding on to and held it above your head, using his other hand to seductively caress your jaw.
"Well, ya gonna give this old man a kiss?"
"That came out weird," You said with a laugh.
"I know, I heard it after I said it," he winced. "Still…"
He leaned in even closer.
"Part of that question still stands," he whispered.
Before you could tease him with a "which part", he was kissing you like he was starving, and you were his last meal.
Cater Diamond
Doing an innocent trend
Being the token non magic student at NRC, Cater knew you were a gold mine for content. You'd become a frequent guest on Cater's magicam, and a popular one at that.
So when Cater had told you before the party that he would need you for a trend later, you didn't think too much about it.
Now he was dragging you off somewhere, giggling over his shoulder as you spilled your drink, or tripped on a stray student. You figured you'd pay him back later.
He stopped abruptly, and told you to stay put as he set up his camera. You had ten seconds once he started the camera to get set, so he always filled you in while he set up any filters or sound bites he wanted.
"Kay, so you're under mistletoe right? So the trend is to kiss your bestie's cheeks under the mistletoe, then hug. All you gotta do is stand there and look fabulous, until the hug part."
It sounded like a pretty boring trend to you. But, whatever, that's why Cater was in charge. He finished set up, pressed the button, and the ten seconds timer started. He ran back over to you, gave you a reassuring, "ready?", And then kissed your cheek on the far side to the camera as the video started.
He kissed your other cheek, and you began to move closer for the hug, when his arms were around you, and he was kissing you.
He took a step back, and took in your appearance, which was flustered and shocked. Your jaw was dropped so far you were certain it was on the floor. And your heart, oh God your heart, you were worried it was beating way too fast.
The set time of the video ended, and Cater practically skipped over to his phone, where he checked the video, added some effects, put in some tags, and posted it.
All you could do was watch him the entire time, words completely gone from your brain.
After the video posted, he put his phone back in his pocket and gave you a smug grin.
"I tagged you in it," he said, eyes looking softer than usual as he pointed to the pocket you kept your phone in.
You pulled it out, and looked at the video you were tagged in.
"Kissing my crush under the mistletoe to see how they'll react."
Leona Kingscholar
It was an accident, but he's not complaining.
Ruggie had asked you to bring Leona the food plate he'd asked for, since he was trying to put as much food in Tupperware as he could before the Savannaclaw party finished. You were a good pal, so you agreed, knowing full well that the second the plate was secure, and you were in arms reach, you would become a nap buddy.
But you weren't complaining. Even though Savannaclaw was hot, it still felt nice to cuddle with a heater during the holidays. For the vibes, of course.
Just as predicted, he opened a single eye, had you set down the plate, and suddenly, you were a little spoon.
"Thanks herbivore," he hummed half heartedly as he nuzzled into your neck.
You were finally starting to drift off, when you were flipped on your back, and he was hovering above you. His eyes were lit up with mischief as he looked down at you like the prey you were beginning to realize you were.
"I guess my nap spot just happens to be under the mistletoe. You'll indulge me, right herbivore?"
Then his lips were on your neck, your jaw, your cheek, but never your lips, until you whined at him to stop teasing you.
He laughed lowly, and whispered, "As you wish." And finally gave you what you wanted.
Ruggie Bucchi
If you don't know how he does it, hi, you must be new. Welcome to the fandom 😂
"Laugh with me," he whispered, and before you could cuss him out for being a prick, he was already giggling and walking you both over to the mistletoe that you'd seen a Savannaclaw student and his Octavinelle boyfriend making out under an hour ago.
When you both stopped under it, he gasped in mock surprise.
"My my my, what have we here? It appears we've been caught under the mistletoe!" He said, as his grin turned sneakier and sneakier now that he was certain he'd won.
His tail was wagging at a mile a minute as you "reluctantly" puckered your lips out to him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and you thought it was over.
But Ruggie is an opportunist.
Hours of making out later, you finally pried yourself from Ruggie's embrace, but only on the promise that you would bring back some hot chocolate to share.
Jack Howl
You'll have to initiate.
The entirety of the party, you'd seen Jack's eyes flicker to the mistletoe, over to you, and then down to the floor in embarrassment.
He'd made sure neither of you wandered over in that direction, and if you asked him if something was wrong, his cheeks would darken.
Naturally, because this was Savannaclaw, you, Ruggie and Jack were the only ones there for party cleanup.
You subtly made eye contact with Ruggie and nodded towards the mistletoe, then towards Jack.
Ruggie grinned and made a gesture for money with his hands. You rolled your eyes and nodded, and he smiled.
"We're out of garbage bags, I'll be right back guys," Ruggie said before leaving the room.
Jack started to follow after him, and you grabbed his arm.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"We have trash bags right here," he nodded at the obvious box of trash bags, and you cursed Ruggie in your head.
"He's just giving us privacy, come over here," you did your best to pull him over to the mistletoe, but he was made out of stone.
"Why?"
"Gah! Just trust me!"
He frowned, but allowed you to pull him over. Once you were under the mistletoe, his tail started wagging like a fan, but his eyes couldn't meet yours.
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, until he sighed, and relaxed.
It was over far too soon, but you knew Jack would probably explode if you overdid it. And you'd rather not have that happen.
What surprised you, though, was how you were suddenly engulfed in his arms, as he buried his face in your hair, and held you close.
Azul Ashengrotto
His wingmen are simultaneously the worst and the best.
The Monstro Lounge was having a winter themed night. Azul may or may not have been planning with the tweels how he was going to effortlessly get you under the mistletoe.
You arrived, as planned, with Grim, and had taken a seat at a table near the VIP room.
"Prefect! I apologize for interrupting your meal, but I was hoping you could look at the menu I'm thinking about for the next semester."
"Of course," you stood up and followed him to the chosen spot, but now that you were here, he was nervous to initiate. So he continued pointing out dishes on the menu until…
"Have you kissed them yet?" Floyd shouted from across the lounge.
"Yes, you see we've been keeping other students away from the mistletoe, but they are starting to get upset. I'd hurry up if I were you," Jade said at a much subtler volume.
Azul turned a bright shade of red as you looked at him.
"I…well…prefect?"
You gave him a nod, and he took a deep breath, and kissed you.
"God finally!"
"Subtly, Floyd!"
Jade Leech
You don't know until it's too late, part 2.
"There's something I'd like to show you in my room. My new terrarium has produced interesting results."
You were following Jade to his room, when you realized he was no longer walking with you. You turned around and saw him furrowing his brow at his phone, and typing something.
You walked back over to him to ask what was wrong, and you were suddenly pulled flush against him as he gave you a smug grin.
"Looks like you've trapped me under the mistletoe," he said as though he wasn't the one who had pulled you in.
"Ah well," he sighed, with a surrendering smile, running a gloved finger along your jaw, then tilting your chin up. "if that is what you truly desire, I suppose I shall have to oblige."
Floyd Leech
You have three options.
There are three ways this can go, and it all depends on his mood.
Route 1:
Floyd had joined you in your booth and continued slouching, until he finally just laid himself in your lap.
"Floyd, there is mistletoe over there," Jade said as he dropped off the food you'd ordered.
Floyd groaned, "Shrimpy and I can just kiss over here. What's the big deal about a leaf?"
Route 2:
Floyd immediately grabbed your hand when you set foot in the Monstro Lounge. He giggled excitedly like a kid on Christmas morning.
"C'mon Shrimpy! We gotta kiss under the mistletoe!"
Whether you're flustered or not doesn't matter. Prepare for excited sloppy kisses.
Route 3:
Floyd said nothing as you entered the lounge and he just….scooped you up. Long boy was way too strong to fight off, so you just kind of let him. But that was the only way to get along with Floyd really. You just had to be along for the ride.
Once he reached where he was going, he adjusted your position so that you were pressed to him, and his hands were under your knees, and you wrapped your arms around him for more support.
"Hmmm…. I've caught myself a Shrimpy," he said lowly, but his eyes were glittering with excitement.
"Well, it's too late for you," he leaned in and nibbled your lip. "Because according to Azul and land people's traditions, that leaf above us means you have to kiss me."
Kalim al Asim
Just asks you like a normal person.
The Scarabia holiday party was hopping, obviously. You'd expected nothing less. He'd planned for everything including...
"Y/N! Let's go kiss under the mistletoe!" He said excitedly as he grabbed your hand.
He froze for a minute then looked at you sheepishly.
"Only if you want to, of course, but I'd really like to kiss you, please?"
How could you say no to those puppy eyes?
"Of cour-"
The words weren't out of your mouth when he was pulling you to the mistletoe, and excitedly kissing you all over your face, really anywhere he could reach, like his affection for you was exploding in kiss form.
Jamil Viper
A quiet moment, in private.
You knew Jamil was probably in charge of a lot for the party. He seemed particularly stressed, too, because after this he had to oversee cleanup, and then helping all the students get ready to go home for break.
So you stayed out of his way during the party, and offered to take over cleanup manager, while he helped final inspections and packing.
He finished a little before you, then helped you finish, and invited you for tea in his room. When you both had your tea, he exhaustedly flopped backwards on the bed with a groan.
"That was a lot," he sighed.
"Yeah, but you have a little break now," you said, massaging his shoulders.
He sat up with a start.
"I was supposed to kiss you!"
"Huh?"
Instead of answering, he just started fervently making out with you. Eventually, your lips were free as he held you close and kissed your neck and the rest of your face.
"What do you mean you were supposed to kiss me?"
"Under the mistletoe," he managed to get out. "It's the whole reason Kalim put the stupid thing there."
Vil Schoenheit
He just asks (pt 2) He's not an animal, potato.
The holiday party was a formal affair in the Pomefiore dorm. Vil was seated in his throne, with Rook standing by his side, as his potatoes mingled. His eyes were on a single potato. You.
At length, Rook gave a laugh.
"Roi du poison, just go kiss them. You know you want to."
Vil sighed, and gave a glare to Rook, but it was too late. He was already calling you over to the throne.
You arrived and gave a mock bow.
"Your highness," you said with a grin. "You called?"
"Yes," since you were going to act like a smart ass, he'd play with you a little. "I'd like you to join me under the mistletoe, if you'd be so kind."
Your jaw dropped, and you looked like a blubbering fish. He smiled to himself, and stood up from the throne, gracefully taking your arm and walking to the mistletoe.
He tilted your head up with a single finger and smugly asked, "Well?"
You gave a vigorous nod. He laughed and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
Then he just walked away.
Always leave your audience wanting more.
Rook Hunt
Everything seems normal-WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?
He must have been hiding nearby. Waiting for you. A part of you was chiding yourself for not knowing.
You had intended to walk past the mistletoe into the kitchen, where you would get some more snacks. No one had been around. You were certain.
Rook dropped from the sky just as you stepped under the mistletoe.
"What the fuck!" You shouted, but he was simply giggling, and wrapping his arms around you, trapping your arms to your sides.
"You let your guard down, Mon Trickster."
"Yeah, that's on me," you sighed.
"Is the prey surrendering?" He laughed out in amusement.
You gave an experimental wiggle, then sighed .
"Yeah, looks like it."
He leaned in and spoke against your lips, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
"Then I'll take my prize now."
Epel Felmier
Thinks it's stupid…until it's not.
"Kissin' under the mistletoe is a stupid tradition," Epel said for the fifth time in an hour. But this was the first time you'd heard it. You'd been elsewhere all day. But he'd said it to literally everybody else.
"Yeah, it kind of is," you laughed back, and his frown deepened.
"W-well, it's not that stupid," Epel said.
"Sure it is, I mean who even came up with it?"
"It's not stupid! I'll prove it to ya!"
He grabbed your wrist and dragged you off under the mistletoe, and kissed you hard.
"See? Not stupid," he said smugly. Until he realized what he'd just done. Then his face turned a bright red.
"Fuck," he muttered. " 'S a stupid tradition."
Idia Shroud
Lmao not happening.
He'll die before he goes to the holiday party. And he'll die before he participates in such a stupid normie tradition.
Sorry Idia simps, but you know I'm right.
Malleus Draconia
Over prepares.
Whoever was in charge of decorating….had definitely overdone it.
The ceiling was covered in mistletoe. You couldn't go more than a couple steps without finding yourself under another sprig.
"Child of man, are you enjoying your festivities?" Malleus suddenly boomed from behind you.
"For sure!" You turned to face him with a smile. "Thanks for inviting me!"
Malleus smiles for a moment, then releases the fakest gasp you've ever heard.
"Child of man! It appears we are under the mistletoe!"
You look at the multitudes of mistletoe on the ceiling, and laugh, "I think it'd be weirder if we weren't under the mistletoe."
He furrows his brow and pouts. "Lilia told me about the human holiday tradition where you must kiss if you are under the mistletoe."
Oh.
OH!
You felt your cheeks warm as you put two and two together.
"O-okay, if you want a kiss then-"
His lips are on yours immediately, his hands in your hair and on your back, like if he stops moving them you'll be able to escape his grip.
He pulls away and licks his lips seductively.
"There, we have not broken tradition."
You both walk a couple of steps, then…
"*Fake gasp* Child of man! We are under the mistletoe yet again!"
Lilia Vanrouge
Hijinks and mischiefs.
You have no idea how you ended up under the mistletoe with Lilia. But now he was floating around you in circles, tapping his chin thoughtfully with a satisfied smirk.
"Now what do I do with you, little human? It appears you have fallen in a trap set by the very crafty Lilia Vanrouge."
You felt his breath on the back of your neck, as he hovered close behind you, but not close enough to actually touch.
"I suppose I could let you go."
He whispered.
Then his breath was on your right ear.
"Or I could trap you here forever so that you have to kiss me whenever I want."
He floated in front of you and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Why it hadn't occurred to you to just leave him there, you had no idea. But with all the hovering and breathing on your skin, you thought you would lose your mind if he didn't kiss you soon.
He hummed to himself, then tilted his head and leaned in close. As his lips were about to brush against yours, he abruptly shifted up and pressed a quick peck to the tip of your nose.
Then he grinned and flew away.
Cheeky bastard.
Silver
A goodnight kiss.
Silver had fallen asleep halfway through the party. He'd woken up at the end, when you were about to leave. He knew it had been snowing, so he'd offered to walk you back to Ramshackle.
As you reached the door, Silver found himself taken with how beautiful you looked surrounded by the snow. Your eyes glinting from the cold, your hair shining with the glitter of snowflakes. Truly radiant.
"Wait," he said softly as you turned the handle.
You turned back to him and raised an eyebrow. He walked closer, and took your hands in his, rubbing his chilly nose against yours affectionately.
"I don't know if I'll get to see you again before break is over," he whispered. You leaned the rest of the way in and softly kissed him, before slowly pulling away and stepping inside.
"Goodnight Silver," you whispered, and he swore he'd never been more awake than that moment.
Sebek Zigvolt
It's stupid until it isn't (pt 2)
"Y/N keeps walking very close to that mistletoe. Dangerously close," Lilia whispered to Sebek.
"So?" Sebek asked, as though he hadn't been watching you do this for the last half hour while you talked to some random second year in his dorm.
"It looks almost like Donovan is doing it on purpose," Lilia said with a smirk, nodding at the second year in question. At a second glance, Sebek saw Lilia was right. It looked like he was trying to back you into it.
Sebek scowled. "It doesn't matter. It's a silly human tradition of little substance."
His train of thought was interrupted as he heard you laugh loudly at something Donovan had said.
Without a word he marched over to you.
"Human!"
"Oh, hey Sebek!" You turned with a smile. "What's-"
He wrapped a single arm around your waist, and pulled you close as he kissed you under the mistletoe.
He kept the arm around your waist as he turned to Donovan, who had a rather ugly scowl on his face.
"EXCUSE ME DONOVAN, MY HUMAN AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION IN THE HALLWAY CLOSET!" Sebek said, louder than even he intended. But your flustered expression, and Donovan's rage, as he walked you to the hallway, made it all worth it.
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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff
Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff
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Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes.
NRC Staff Version (Part 1: Crewel and Crowley)
ie. Headmaster Crowley is a nightmare, and Professor Crewel is, well, cruel. And to be perfectly honest, after meeting another dog-loving professor who doesn't treat you like absolute garbage, the Royal Sword Academy is starting to look a lot more appealing.
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!’
Crowley had chirped that very sentiment to you ad nauseum, with all the enthusiasm of an old raven eyeing a shiny penny.
“Do you really believe that?” you sniffled, angry, as you sat slumped over in one of his rickety office chairs.
People at this stupid school were mean. And yeah, school yard insults and casual accusations of being the House Wardens’ little bitch were one thing—but these assholes would go right for the throat. All of your insecurities—your fears—all laid out like a nice spread of hors d'oeuvres ready for the picking. You had endured enough sharp barbs for a lifetime, and the fact that your glorious Headmaster and self-proclaimed parental figure kept writing it all off as a ‘learning experience’ was driving you mad.
“Of course I do, dear child!” he beamed. “What sort of educator would I be if I didn’t practice what I preach! Words are but the wind, as they say!”
You nodded, sage, and shot him a smile so sugary sweet it could rot the teeth right out of his skull.
“I wish I’d never met you and I hope that all your feathers fall off one by one,” you chirped. “And I use the ‘Number One Child’ mug you gave me to scoop water out of the toilets when the plumbing fails.”
Crowley’s mouth fell open with a nearly audible clunk, and if he weren’t so wrapped up in all kinds of immoral, black magic, bull-shittery, you would have liked to imagine that maybe that had been the sound of his heart cracking in his stupid, embroidery-covered, chest.
You popped up from your chair and breezily made your way to the exit. You propped yourself up against the intricate, wooden, frame and clapped your hands together like a bubbly preschool teacher addressing a room full of particularly dull children.
“I’m glad we could get that out in the open in a completely pain-free way. Words really can’t hurt anyone!”
You managed to slip the door closed just as he started to wail.
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That afternoon you made your way to Professor Crewel’s office, as had become your routine. It was nice. Sometimes you would help him grade papers, sometimes you would just nibble on fancy cookies and listen as he ranted about the incompetence of certain staff members which shall not be named.
Sometimes his dogs were with him in the afternoons—a pair of giant, lithe, wolf-like beasts that were most certainly of a very proud and expensive lineage. Jasper was the black one and Badun the white, and each had a coat so glossy and well-maintained that they could put your own hair care to shame. Badun was enthusiastic, charismatic, and would bound to greet anyone who entered. Jasper was more quiet, reserved, but he was secretly your favorite of the duo. Whenever you stopped in after classes, the shadowy hound would lumber over and rest his giant head in your lap.
“No puppies today?” you called when you were greeted with silence rather than a wave of happy kisses.
“They’re in for their groom,” Crewel mumbled, busy at work with his head bowed over some lab reports or other. Normally he would grouchily correct you that his two precious pooches were adults. Dogs. And should be addressed as such. He must have been really distracted today. Or maybe you were just wearing him down.
You settled into the lovely, plush, chair off to the side that you had long since claimed as your own, and set your bookbag on the floor by your feet with a thump.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of scratching ink over paper to break up the monotony, Professor Crewel dropped his head into his hands with a miserable sort of sigh.
“You should not have spoken to Crowley as you did.”
You blinked, startled. “What?”
“I of all people understand how frustrating the Headmaster’s antics can be,” Crewel continued, firm. “But you are still a student of this Institution—and one in a precarious enough position as it is. So you need to be mindful of your tongue.”
Indignation roiled through your gut, followed by a sharp prick of disquiet that you couldn’t quite place.
“Then he should be mindful to treat me like a student and not some—some pet project,” you huffed, kicking irritably at your patched backpack for want of nothing else to do. “And besides, what’ll he even do? Expel the one person in this entire college who mops up every single one of his messes? And I mean, it’s not like he’s running around the school crying or anything. I wasn’t that mean.”
Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose and you paused, mouth parting in surprise.
“Oh come on, he did not.”
“In the name of preserving our esteemed leader’s dignity I will say no more on the matter,” he grit out, and you fought the urge to immediately whip out your phone to message Ace, and Cater, and every other rabid gossip you could think of.
“Well, maybe he deserved it,” you snipped, crossing your arms stubbornly across your chest. A bit of cautious warmth spread through you and you nervously plucked at one of the loose threads on your uniform sleeve. “And besides,” you mumbled. "He can cry about me calling him a shitty father all he wants. You’ve been way more of a dad to me here than he could ever try to be.”
“I beg your pardon.”
You froze, fingers locking in place around the picked-apart edges of your jacket. The ice in his voice was unfamiliar and entirely unpleasant. It sent a frigid wave of worry curling through your veins. Had you overstepped? You’d thought—You’d just thought—
“I-I mean,” you spluttered. “I only meant that, well… Uhm… You’re really nice to spend time with. A-And, I just…” He made you feel like you were home again. Like even though Ramshackle was empty and cold, that you could still walk into this little office and say ‘I’m back!’ to an actual, real-life person and not just the shadows that lived in your foyer.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Prefect,” he sneered. There was an undercurrent of hostility running so sharply through every word that you were left wondering frantically if you’d unintentionally trampled over a sensitive topic. You hadn’t thought it was a big deal. You just—you just really, really looked up to him. And felt safe with him. And—And—
‘I’m sorry,’ you wanted to say. But instead you just let out an odd kind of choked squeak.
“I have no intention of playing parent to anyone,” he snapped. “Let alone an untrained brat who can’t even be bothered to play civil with the people who do attempt to care for them.”
Ouch.
“R-Right,” you spluttered, swallowing around the burbling lump in your throat and the warmth prickling along your lash line. “O-Of course. I’m sorry for assuming. I—I… uhm…”
‘I’ll just go then.’
But just like with failed apology, those four little syllables just couldn’t seem to make it past your lips either. So instead you just shakily snatched your bag from the floor and bolted from his office, burrowing your stinging cheeks as far into your collar as they would go. The last thing you needed to do was give anyone at this stupid school any more ammunition against you. And ‘Cry Baby Prefect’ sounded like another nasty nickname that would stick to you like gum to a flat-heeled shoe.
It’s fine, you whispered to yourself, voice wobbling far more than you would have liked. Grim hated when you came back smelling like dogs anyways.
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“My goodness, are you alright?”
You blinked, harried, and glanced around yourself properly for what felt like the first time in hours. You were… not on campus anymore. Huh. What a trip. You’d never been so upset that you’d blindly run off into an entire new town before. But you supposed there was a first time for everything. You did remember feeling too nauseous to return to your little hovel for the evening, but you hadn’t really expected your frantic pacing to take you quite this far out of the way.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
Oh. Someone was talking to you, weren’t they?
Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky, man in a tweed jacket. He was stooped down a bit to make eye contact with you, and those hazel eyes were creased with worry. His blonde hair was pushed half-off his forehead in a style that looked more haphazard than intentional, and the hand he was offering you was littered with splotches of ink. There were patches of white and black dog fur littered across his entire outfit like some horrible fashion statement, and the thought of puppies made your throat tighten up all over again.
“My name is Cliff Rogerson,” he said, steady and kind. “I’m one of the instructors at the Royal Sword Academy. Are you lost? Do you know how to get home from here?”
Do you know how to get home?
You laughed once, manic, and then promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, dear,” he sighed, his heavy brow furrowing low with concern, and patted you consolingly on the shoulder. “Oh, dear.”
You were herded into a nearby café and directed into one of the quiet, corner, booths. The lights were soft and fuzzy in here, and the pleasant warmth of fresh pastries brushed gingerly along your frayed nerves. Mister Rogerson pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, and placed a delicately wrapped muffin off to the side of it. It was a tempting offering, and you decided to unbury your head from your hands long enough to partake.
“So how did you end up out here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m a student at Night Raven,” you mumbled into your cocoa.
You could tell he was doing his best not to look shocked, which was at least a dozen steps above the way the rest of your stupid school would just gawk at you in outright consternation.
“Forgive me,” he smiled, gentling his apprehension into something that was more polite curiosity that anything. “But you don’t really seem like one of their usual pupils.”
So you explained your situation—the Mirror, and the magiclessness, and the homelessness. You talked about your friends, and your new demon cat/evil baby, and how much you missed stupid things like good shower pressure and fuzzy socks. Mister Rogerson listened to all of it with an attentive sort of sympathy that you hadn’t seen since, well, probably since you were dropped face-first into a school full of burgeoning war criminals.
“That sounds like a time and a half,” he said once you’d finally tired yourself out. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that.”
You picked at your muffin. It was ridiculously fluffy and eating it felt like pulling bits and pieces out of a cloud. A very, very delicious cloud.
“Forgive me for saying so,” he hummed, pensive. “But your situation doesn’t sound particularly safe.”
You laughed. “That’s one word for it.”
Mister Rogerson frowned, another twitch of that uneasy worry playing across his face. He ruffled around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a neat, cream colored, business card.
“It may be overstepping of me to offer, but at the same time I do think as an educator it’s my duty to try and help every student that I can,” he smiled, kind. It crinkled the skin around his eyes. “The RSA is not overly far from Night Raven College. If you ever want to stop by—if you ever need an ear to listen, or just a space to get away from it all—my door will always be open to you.”
You took the little piece of paper carefully, like it was something precious. There were swirls of colorful music notes splattered across the backdrop of it—raucous bursts of neons that were as endearing as they were ugly.
‘Tacky,’ spat a too-familiar voice in the back of your head. ‘What sort of statement was this lowlife trying to make?‘ You could practically feel the phantom distaste emanating from wherever a certain two-toned professor had camped out for the evening.
Probably at home, you thought bitterly. Because he has a home, right? And you are not at all upset that you will never be welcomed into it. And that you will probably never get to cuddle his puppies ever again. Nope. Not at all.
You swallowed the little burst of unpleasantness that accompanied the train of thought, and pocketed the card with a smile.
“Thank you. I’ll definitely have to take you up on that.”
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Divus Crewel was many things, and unfortunately, being as cruel as his namesake was often one of them. He glanced back to the clock ticking on his wall for what was perhaps the dozenth time that hour. You hadn’t been by since his—ah—outburst a few weeks prior.
He had perhaps reacted a bit more unpleasantly than he normally would have. You’d just… caught him off guard was all. It was a bold declaration you’d made, and what? Had you really expected him to be overjoyed by the idea of forced parenthood? To swoon over the notion that someone had decided to latch onto him and his perfectly pressed suit like a leech despite the fact that he was so obviously thriving in his life of solitude?
And it wasn’t that he expected you to take his biting comments lying down. Oh no. You were fierce, and determined, and were most likely on your way here to bang down his door demanding recompenses for all your suffering. There was a tray of those too-expensive cookies you liked tucked away in his top drawer. Just in case you did show up and throw one of your tantrums, and he needed something quick to pacify you. That… That was all.
But each day that he waited for you to sneak back into his office was another spent in quiet solitude. Badun had taken to whining at the door and Jasper hardly got up from his bed at all—just tucked his black nose into his equally black paws and stared straight into Crewel’s soul. Like he was judging him.
He caught himself glancing at the clock again and forcibly turned back to his work.
This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And stubborn. And so, very, danger prone. Had something happened maybe? Was that why you’d disappeared—because you’d gotten caught up in some sort of trouble again?
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—
He looked back at the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick—
His office door flew open with a BANG and he swiveled in his chair, ready to chastise you for making such a ridiculous entrance. Instead, he ended up nearly nose-to-nose with a weeping Dire Crowley. The man wailed into his clawed hands, looking very much like he might accidentally stab himself in the eye all the while.
“HOW AM I SUCH A FAILURE OF A PARENT?!” he bawled. “WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?!”
“What?” Crewel gaped, head spinning. “What’s happened?”
Crowley let out another inhuman squawk and shoved a piece of parchment into the alchemist’s crimson-gloved hands. It was torn at the top, likely from where it’d been pinned to something before the raving Headmaster had swiped it. Crewel read over the familiar script with narrowed eyes, something unpleasant twisting in his belly.
‘The Ramshackle Prefect kindly sends their regards, but unfortunately has other commitments for this evening. Please contact Professor Cliff Rogerson of the RSA music department in case of an emergency.’
“MY BABY LEFT ME!” Crowley sobbed, nearly inconsolable. “WHO’S GOING TO DO MY TAXES NOW?!”
The leather of Crewel’s gloves groaned in protest as his hands tightened into fists—his nails biting into his palm even through the sturdy material.
“What do we even do?” the old crow lamented, sounding so genuinely crestfallen it was almost unnerving.
Jasper and Badun circled their master’s ankles wearily, eyes bright and lips twitching with nervous whines.
“I think,” Crewel grit out, the note crumpling between his fingers, “that it’s well past time that we have a chat with the Prefect about the importance of personal safety. And of the consequences of running off with strangers.”
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Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?
Or do they all know straight from the start?
TW: None
Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)
🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked!
So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.
Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.
Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.
Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!
Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.
Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.
Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.
#bunni babbles 🍓#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#bunni's treats 🧁#x reader#crowley x reader#sam x reader#trein x reader#mozus trein#twst crewel#crewel x reader#twst crowley#twst sam#twst grim#vargas x reader#twst vargas
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❥ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦!
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: all dorm members x crush reader
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slightly suggestive on leona's part, not proofread
𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: i have homecoming tuesday so i decided to do it with the twst! plus reader's pronouns aren't stated!
After losing another yearly tournament with RSA, the headmage and staff had decided to throw a homecoming dance!
This being your first NRC homecoming, you wondered how great it'll be.
Walking through the hallways to go back to your dorm, you're oblivious to what the twst boys have in store.
𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬:
he would probably ask you to be his homecoming date in the rose garden
will give you a single red rose
his face will be as red as the rose
i think this would be his first school dance because he was homeschooled
at homecoming, he would be blushing the whole time and uses his signature spell on anyone (ace) who teases him
he's really good at slow dancing!
while being your date, he also supervises to make sure no one is breaking rules
i feel like he'll work up the courage and kiss your knuckles
"Thank you for being my date to the dance, Prefect. This is both our first dance so I hope this will be a great experience for the both of us."
𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚:
he'd probably ask as soon as he knows about it
wants to do it before deuce
he will blush if you actually are willing then would be smug about it
at homecoming, he'll look really formal
laughs at couples yet acts coupley towards you
there's never a moment where you aren't on the dance floor either dancing crazily to songs or embarrassingly trying to slow dance
teases you a lot during it although deep down, he's shy.
you guy will probably tell the dj to play an inappropriate song LMAO
riddle won't be happy!
"ew, yuck! look at those losers over there, all sucking each other's faces. HA, that's hil-...WHAT- i never even tried to kiss you tonight! pfffttttttt."
𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞:
he'd be a blushing mess!
he'd accidentally confess his feelings too :0
mans asked his mom for help and will end up getting you a bouquet of flowers
at homecoming, he's so awkward and tense but it's cute
he's also a gentleman and will willingly beat up anyone who tries to steal his date away
he will be so shy while slow dancing too, he just knows that ace is somewhere laughing and filming him
you'll definitely will have to take the lead
pls don't laugh if he steps on your foot, he's trying :(
i think by the time the dance ends, he'll give you a little kiss on the forehead
100% calls his mom and tells her EVERYTHING
𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝:
will 100% film himself asking you and your reaction
i feel like he'll be standing with a huge cringe poster that has a pun line to ask you to homecoming!
he'll help you with your dress/suit and getting ready. you guys are matching
his magicam will be FILLED with videos and pictures of the dance with 98% of them being you.
you'll never be bored at all the whole time and you'll have so much confidence with him!
slow dancing will be comfortable and nice yet he'll probably be a little shy
"WOAH! Look at my amazing date, go prefect! #dancingprefect #nrchomecoming #caycaysdate."
𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫:
i think he'd be really cringe about it
like he'll say a dad joke and ask you to the homecoming LMAO
during homecoming, he's a gentleman
he'll even pay for yummy snacks and drinks
probably a secret dancer, i think he'll dance pretty good
he'll crack jokes and he'll laugh if you fall while dancing but then help you up
the slow dances good? it'll probably be so romantic then he'll crack a dad joke---
"my dad jokes aren't that bad. these dance jokes really get you in the rhythm..hahaha that was the last one. yes! i promise."
𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫:
probably wouldn't ask you to be his date until you're at the dance. like he'll be sleeping outside the gymnasium and get jealous at some dudes trying to dance with you or ruggie will make him do it
mans will look so fine like damn
he's great at dancing, esp slow dancing
i wonder if he'll hold you close to his chest while you dance
100% a tease the whole time and will definitely kiss your face or hand
he'll be smug with that mf smirk
will show you off to everyone
ruggie will tease him and you, probably will film to get blackmail
by the end of your night, you guys will sneak off to the botanical garden and cuddle or more :0 <3
"no one'll notice if ya ditch, cmon herbivore. let loose, will ya? it ain't nice to reject a prince. "
𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢:
he'll get you a bouquet of freshly picked dandelions. they don't look REALLY pretty but it's the thought that counts :(<3
he'll play it off cool while asking you but is freaking out
during homecoming, he's probably wearing one of leona's suits or one of his own which probably has a few holes in it but he looks very good
you guys will always be near the food and you'll probably have to be on look out while ruggie steals snacks
i bet ruggie is a really good dancer but when it comes to slow dancing, he isn't all that good
he'll be shy and might step on your feet LMAO but he's cute so it's okay
"Oi, mc! come stand guard while i grab these slices of pizza for us!"
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥:
i feel like he'll ask you and play it off as him not wanting you to be the only one without a date but he just really wants to go with you
he'll be wicked shy asking you and during homecoming but will play it cool, esp in front of the first years
his tail will never stop wagging like he'll be such a happy bby
i think he may be good at slow dancing
he'll growl at anyone who looks at you badly or hungrily too so yay
"hey, wanna go to the homecoming? the others seem to have found dates so i didn't want you to be alone."
𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨:
he'll be panicking to ask you out. before he can ask you out, floyd will probably say something about him wanting you to be his homecoming date
during homecoming, he'll look very clean and formal yet he'll be panicking. dw, he'll loosen up throughout the night
slow dances will be good, i feel like he'll be MARVELOUS at slow dancing
he will NOT let you waste your money or his on the snacks and drinks there. instead, he'll make you guys go to the mostro lounge and have stuff there
"oh prefect, why spend your money on these things when you can get free luxury at the mostro lounge?"
𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡:
he'll get your favorite snack and ask you out
a huge smile will be his face while he asks and at the homecoming
he'll be such a gentleman the whole time
100% will call you things like darling, love, etc.
he's a good slower dancer and will caress your back and HAUHDBDHDO
i bet he'll give you a little smooch the forehead just to see you get flustered
you guys probably sneaked to the bathroom and ate mushrooms (good or bad ones, you decide)
"fufu, you're quite adorable when you blush, darling."
𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡:
once he heard about the dance, you were already his date. you got no choice cuz mans will cling onto you
he's the life of the party so you'll never be bored the whole time
why do i feel like he'll show up with an animal print suit?
he'll be clinging onto you the whole time
if he has mood swings, just do a goofy dance and give him kisses then he'll be fine
if you attempt to slow dance, it's just floyd picking you up and swaying you.
"shrimpy~! i love this song! let's go back to the dance floor!...nono! food can wait, we gotta dance!"
𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦:
he'll have jamil help him through a huge party to ask you
you guys will have such a fun time but always remember that jamil is watching
he'll be so excited over the littlest things
sm compliments and he'll probably give you some jewelry to go with your dress/suit
slow dancing is so cute with him. he doesn't really know how to do it but every time you guys mess up, you both will burst out in laughter.
"mc this is amazing! are you having fun? im having fun! yay, what should we do next?"
𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫:
kalim would 100% help him ask you out whenever that'll be him accidentally saying something or forcing you two to go together!
you'd have to remind him that he is supposed to relax and not look after kalim
he'll make sure you drink and eat enough
he's a great dancer so try and keep up with him LMAO
he's great at slow dancing but will blush obv
he'll be smiling too awhh
mans will 100% appreciate that you were able to make him relax for a few hours
"thank you mc for tonight. i don't normally relax like this so i appreciate it. you're a wonderful date."
𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭:
he'll probably give you a whole thing of roses and shit then ask you out
he's a gentleman yass
now..there's no doubt that vil looks better than you. although he helped you get ready and everything, he still looks better. you just gotta deal with it
you guy will probably be the most popular date that night
he'll make sure you guys dont consume too much sugar
dancing with him is fun and you'll even get some dance tips and critics
slow dancing, he'll 100% take the lead and teach you
rook will be crying at how beautiful you guys are
"perfect! you're a natural already but just remember to keep your head up and be confident, prefect."
𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭:
mans will go ALL out for asking. he'll stalk you and gain intel on your favorite stuff, write a love poem, and all that
when he sees you, non stop compliments. i think he'll even go far as to crying
he'll be the perfect gentleman and will always hold + kiss your hand
on the dance floor, he'll always be holding onto you and dancing
slow dancing, he's great! like it's really shocking at how good he is
"oui tricker! oh, you look so marvelous. this beauty is so overwhelming. look at me weep in your presence of beauty."
𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫:
he'll be so shy while asking you but will act manly
probably will carve a heart out an apple
he'll look all pretty cuz vil dressed him up but once out of vil's side, he'll fix it up to his liking
he'll talk in his country accent with you
he's wild on the dance floor esp with cotton eye joe
slow dancing, he's so nervous and will act goofy about it but when vil glances at him, he'll be so serious about it
"pfftt, this is how y'all snobby rich folk dance? oh no, he's lookin' at us."
𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝:
you're gonna be the one asking him out with the help of ortho
if you manage to convince him, you're gonna have to help him get ready
at the dance, he'll be so shy and scared but probably after some monster drinks, he'll be fine
you guys will probably sit all the way in the back of the bleachers and play games
if you manage to slow dance, his hair will turn pink as you both sway back and worth
"a-ahahah- d-d..do we have to be with the normies?"
𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜):
he'll probably find you sitting alone and ask you if he could accompany you
you can teach him how to dance and slow dance
he'll say you're pretty and proceed to try and make you dance with idia HELP
"mc! you look so pretty but you're sitting by yourself! would you like to try dancing? idia put a new code to make me dance good."
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚:
he'll ask lilia for help on trying to ask you. on one of your walks, he'll shyly ask you and will be so happy when you do. he'll tell lilia all about it when he gets back
you guys will be the most popular couple and it'll be a little overwhelming but great
he doesn't really know a lot of dances but when it comes to slow dancing, well, he is almost fae king. you'll take the whole dance floor away but also good luck with dancing cuz he's tall!
you'll probably end up leaving and going stargazing
he gives you little smooches on the forehead
"haha, child of man, stop giggling. im trying to give you a blessing!..no, im not just giving you a "smooch" on the forehead."
𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞:
lilia will probably go the traditional route and get you some roses and ask you out formally
he's old so he knows a lot of dances but it's funny to watch and teach him modern dances from today
he's very great at slow dancing, he has had practice. will probably compete with malleus and his date for slow dancing
"fufu~ am i rocking it, like the kids say?"
𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫:
he'll ask malleus and lilia how to ask you but will regret it cuz they'll tease him
i hope the loud music will keep him awake!
he's decent at dancing and is pretty great at slow dancing cuz he dances with his animal friends!
he's the number 1 gentleman for the night
he'll only blush when malleus and lilia tease him
"father, stop! mc is my date, we're just friends! no no! ah, please be quiet..ahh"
𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭:
im not sure how he'll be your date but you'll probably ask him to dance and you guys'll dance battle HELP
he'll see you worthy and will only be with you as long as the young master is in his sight
he'll laugh WICKED LOUD if you fall or step on his foot
if you're a malleus simp then that's good cuz that'll probably be your whole conversation
he wont seem like it but he's actually really happy to have you as a date
"you human! you seem rather decent in the midst of the dance battle, let us be partners at this dance."
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But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!
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You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)
Dire Crowley
His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.
This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.
Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.
Divus Crewel
If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.
You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.
When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.
Ashton Vargas
His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.
There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.
Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.
Mozus Trein
When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.
A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.
Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.
Sam
He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.
The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.
Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.
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bird brain
Genre/Tropes: Fluffy bird brain behavior & Established relationship.
Summary: Crowley has a bird brain, but you love him anyway.
Author's Comments: I just think that this is canon. Also I feel like I don't have to say this but just in case Reader is not Yuu. They teach at NRC. I think this turned out pretty well even though it was first time writing for a staff member? I don't think I'll do this often since I literally don't know how to write anyone except for Crowley so if there are any Crowley likers out there let me know LMAO I might write more of him idk yet.
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It was no secret to you and the other faculty at Night Raven College that Crowley had a bit of a bird brain. He liked to spoil you in his own special way, with shiny rocks and pretty feathers and seashells presented to you with lovesick eyes. That man would do anything for your approval, and while it was endearing, it did get obnoxious sometimes.
Like, for example, when he slammed open your classroom doors with a rock in hand, setting it on your desk where you had been organizing papers. There were always little flecks of dirt that fell off onto the pristine white papers, but you sucked it up as he gloated. Or when you’d be in the middle of a lecture and he’d bust down your classroom doors again, holding a shimmering multicolored feather that he picked up off the ground somewhere. Your students would try to hide their laughter, and some, their exasperation, when he acted like you were the only person in the room. All he ever wanted was praise, and maybe a smooch if you were feeling generous (but you always refused the latter in front of the students. They did not need to see that, and the gall of Crowley to even ask was beyond you.)
It had left you flustered and reeling too many times to count, the little shoebox in the bottom drawer of your desk slowly growing full with his gifts.
And speak of the devil, he was here again.
The telltale fast paced footsteps outside your classroom had you rolling your eyes as you set down your pen. A loud thump at the door made you try to hold back laughter—that lovable idiot had run into the door again.
The door flung open with a strong gust of air, and standing there was Headmage Crowley in the flesh.
“Beloved!” he yelled enthusiastically, making a beeline for your desk.
“Yes, dear?” you looked up at him, an amused grin on your face.
“Here.” he beamed, placing a dented bottle cap on your desk.
Despite the grime, you had to give him credit. It was pretty shiny, and the design over the metal featured mostly your favorite color. It wasn’t hard to see why he’d picked it up for you.
“What do you want in return for it?” you shook your head, picking up the bottle cap and twirling it over your fingers.
“Nothing, of course! It's a gift out of my infinite kindness!” he gloated.
“That’s what you always say. Now come on, what would you like?” you stood up, walking around your desk to face him.
“...A kiss?” he chuckled, pointing at his lips excitedly.
“Of course.” you laughed, setting the bottle cap down on your desk.
Crowley was practically vibrating on the spot from how excited he was, the goofy grin on his face making your heart squeeze. He never failed to be absolutely adorable whenever you offered up affection—it made you wonder if the esteemed headmage of Night Raven College was secretly touch starved. Gently, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed your lips against his. Crowley’s hand found its way to the back of your head, the claws scratching against the skin tenderly. He really made for the best head massager sometimes.
You pulled away but he chased you, stumbling over his feet before he finally let you go. You were flustered once again as he smiled, seemingly satisfied with the state he’d left you in.
“Thank you, my dear.” Crowley cupped your face, kissing your forehead for good measure, “Would you mind if I made myself at home here for a while?”
“Of course not. I was grading papers though, so I won’t be able to pay you my full attention.” you hummed, turning away from him.
“That’s fine! I can help! After all, I am very kind. Oh, I’m so benevolent!” he beamed, radiating smugness.
“Naturally. Thank you, dearest.” you sat down to begin your work once again, the bottlecap glinting cheerfully in the candlelight of your classroom.
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Hey raven, there gonna be a Crowley ssr card (im not joking)
[Referencing this post!]
RIP Cater 💀 Now he knows how Trey feels whenever his birthday gets overshadowed by Halloween event news…
It’s true what they say, boys (nb). Cope hard enough and your wishes and prayers for NPCs to become actual cards will become a reality… Happened with Rollo, now it’s happening with Crowley—and presumably other NRC Staff. (I wonder if Year 4 of JP anniversary will feature staff in the groovy with Grim??)
IT’S SO FUNNY THAT THEY MADE THE MOST USELESS STAFF MEMBER THE FIRST STAFF CARD 😭 I thought for sure they would “save the best for last” but I guess Crowley isn’t really “the best”, huh… BUT HEY, at least now we can chuck him into battles against OBs and make him be a responsible adult and actually work to earn his coin 💰
I hope we get vignettes and not just furniture for Crowley! It would be cool to have a short story that centers around him, even if it’s just him goofing around and being unproductive. I’ll happily take a day in the life of Crowley anytime!!
I have so many questions about how Crowley would work gameplay-wise?????? ?? ? ? ????? ?? ? I wonder if we’ll be able to make staff members attend class…? But that’s odd, isn’t it?? Why would teachers be studying? And what happens if there’s a situation where like. Crowley is a student but also Crowley crashed in for a Special Lesson segment? Double Crowley?!?!?!?! The Spiderman meme where they point at each other?? Or will staff not be able to attend lessons at all and you just have to feed them materials to level them up outside of class… (You know what, leeching off of resources that the students worked hard to farm is very in-character for Crowley, so if this is the case then I won’t be upset 😂) What about Duo Magic??? Will Crowley actually be able to combo with a student??? Or will it be with Grim or whatever staff card is coming next...?
His card art looks hella cool ✨ It’s really atmospheric but also has a bit of that unique Crowley flair if you notice where exactly he’s seated (on his own damn desk www) while posing so sassily. And is that the word RAVEN literally making up the teeth at the end of his key-like staff????? That’s so Crowley of him…
What I am slightly concerned about is…
***Spoilers for the full Crowley card illustration + book 7 main story below the cut!!!***
… Why is the composition of Malleus’s Dorm Uniform card and Crowley’s card kinda similar…
Malleus is clearly turned to the side, but the slight worm’s eye view is the same and the lighting is somewhat close (relatively dark)… and both of them are holding staves while sitting. Plus the timing of Crowley dropping mid-book 7… AND sharing elements in Malleus’s Masquerade (Crowley notoriously wears a mask) groovy of all things (similar angle, chandelier overhead)… With the fan theory of Crowley actually being Malleus’s missing dad at an all-time fever pitch in popularity, this has me a little worried (since I personally think the theory doesn’t have a lot of solid proof and leaves a lot to be explained in terms of his actions).
Maybe that’s me overthinking it, but TWST has been known to intentionally do parallel or mirrored designs before (though I’ll admit this instance isn’t as clear cut as previous instances). I’m just pointing out what I see and I’ll leave the final judgment up to you, dear readers! I’m sure the “Crowley is Malleus’s dad” theorists will be in a frenzy picking apart these details www
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TWST Imagine - MC becomes a Teacher in NRC instead of going back to their world
GN! MC || TW//CW: angst if you squint, mentions of homesickness, implies reader is a no-mag so... do with that as you will, this is practially a self insert yourself story - not at mage-oc one || Pronouns used: You/You're (just to keep it open for the readers)
A//N: Okay, I want you to stick with me on this one. I may be tripping and thinking that I’m cooking with this one but… but just hear me out. Let me cook, okay? Or maybe I'm just tripping balls with this one.
NOTE: this was written all at once, apologies if it's all over the place and has errors.
You've been keeping track of the days since your arrival in this magical world and when you've become an honorary student in Night Raven College. And it's fairly obvious that you won't be going home anytime soon.
As much as you wanted to go home, you knew in your gut that the Crowley isn't going to make any quick process anytime soon. It just made the wanting to go back to your world just hurt more. Yet, Twisted Wonderland has grown on you - the more you stay here in this magical world, the more you felt like this was home. Going home to your world with no magic would make it feel as if you were a fish out of water - unfamiliar territoy.
The thoughts of knowing that you'll most likely be stuck here after your most friends' have graduated from NRC and gone off in their own life made your throat tighten... You'll be left behind.
But then it hit you.
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"I want to become part of the staff," You said, slamming down a pile of notebooks and papers onto the Headmaster Crowley's desk, making the man jump.
He cleared his throat and looked you in the eye, "that... was sudden, Y/N. Why would you propose such a idea? You're essentially part of the staff as a care taker of the school" Crowley said through a smile, "I promise Y/N, you won't be here forever-"
"I know. But I want to make use of my time here, and not as a caretaker for school grounds." You said bluntly, "I know that I will most likely say here on the campus. I want to be of use rather than being just an errand runner or a grounds keeper. I want to be a faculty member, a professor."
Crowley puts his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his clasped hands as he took in your words, looking you up and down before speaking. "A professor? Are you qualified to teach back where you're from?"
You feel your cheek heat up at his question, "N-no..." You stuttered out, regaining your composer as you spoke to stand your ground. "Qualified or not, I think I can be a professor."
"Oh? And what exactly would you be teaching? I hope it's not magic related considering your case."
"... World studies."
Crowley let out a laugh, "World studies? I'm afraid that Professor Trein is already covering that-"
"That's not what I meant." You cut the man off, "I mean outer world studies - not just here. Yes, that may include this history of places here and I'm highly aware that Professor Trein ais the head of the History department of this school. I've already talked this over with him and he's more than happy to support this idea.
I come from a completely different world, and I wish to educate the students here about my world where there is no magic. I want to educate the students here on my world, if that's okay with you".
Crowley looked at you intently, "...alright, but this is completely untouched territory, you are aware of that."
You nod, "Yes, I'm aware. That's what the pile of papers and notebooks consist of." you said, gesturing to the stack on his desk. "This is everything I could remember from my studies back in my world, though is limited considering every curriculum in my world is different from place to place so it's extremely bias. But what I have here would be everything I'll be teaching... well, want to teach that is".
The room fell silent as you anxiously waited for an answer, "Listen, I'm not looking to be paid here. I want to be useful during my time here as you find a way back for me. I know all the friends I've made during my time here will move on without me and I'll be stuck here till you can figure things out in my situation.
so please... do consider my request. I know it might be odd having a no-mag in your faculty and a teacher. But just please... consider it."
Crowley closed his eyes in thought, taking in your words before opening them with his usual smile when he gets an "a-ha" moment, "Well, I think this is a wonderful idea you have proposed to me. It may also give me more in-site on where you do come from. Though, it may take some time to refine your course. But that is something to worry about when I get there. I'll bring this up in the next director meeting and I shall keep you updated."
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It was a new school year - the friends you've made greeted you in the hall as you made your way to the classroom. You approach the door and take a breath to slow your racing heart and thoughts before stepping in, seeing some familiar faces in the room.
You clear your throat, a soft smile creeping on your face - "Alright students, settle down. I'm Professor Y/N, and welcome to Outer World Studies."
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Hello, may I request Crowley with reader who is his friend? I'm not sure what I have in ideas but I'd love to see Crowley getting all giddy whenever reader comes by NRC to drop lunch for this crow!
Even vaguely useless headmages deserve friends! i'mkiddingiactuallylovehim
Being friends with Crowley
-Crowley absolutely loves it when you drop by his office. He'll gladly eat lunch with you and mope about how his students just don't respect him. He'll also gossip with you about the other staff members, and he'll beam at you whenever you laugh. And for as much as he likes to harp on about how kind he is, he can't help but get a little flustered if you say that he's a kind person.
-You're part of the reason he loves vacations. Whenever he gets a break, he'll go to you and beg you to come with him. He always manages to procure spare tickets for you, since he's ever so kind. In all honesty, he just doesn't like being alone for too long, and he enjoys your company.
-Being his friend isn't all sunshine and rainbows though. Crowley gets melancholic sometimes, and while he doesn't tend to seek you out when he's upset; he always appreciates it when you're there for him to lean on. He'll quietly tell you about his concerns. He worries about his students, he gets stressed out dealing with the school board, Ambrose made a snide comment that hit a little to close to home. Crowley always feels better after he's done venting to you, and he always finds a way to show you just how much he appreciates you.
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Feathered Good (Crowley x GN!Reader)
Content Warning: Alcohol (no intoxication), implied depression, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, mild angst
Note: Reader is an adult NRC staff member
A pleased hum vibrated along your lips and rumbled through your throat as a soft breeze kissed your skin. It smelt of sand and sea, beneath that the delectable scent of various dishes cooking in the restaurant kitchen. You took another sip of your drink, the taste of [favorite fruit] wonderfully flooding your taste buds once again. You savored the flavor as your gaze lingered on the view before you, out towards the vast body of saltwater beyond. It was an excellent idea, coming out here; you’d have to thank Divus for the recommendation later. This was exactly what you needed.
You were tucked into a nice little corner as well. Your table was situated on the lower deck of the restaurant - you thought it too nice an evening to remain inside. The spot wasn’t too far from the kitchens, either, so your food and drink didn’t take long to reach you. There was only one thing missing: company. When you first planned to eat out here, you thought Divus and Trein would come with you. However, as usual, their duties as professors got them into a bit of trouble, and a little injury. Thank goodness it wasn’t too bad of a fall; even so, the men had been in no mood to walk two to three flights of stairs, whether short or long.
So, here you were, split between happiness for the alone time and disappointed in the lack of friendly conversation. Your eyes made another once over of your surroundings, watching the other patrons chat and laugh amongst themselves. Just as you were about to focus back on the waning sunset, your gaze settled on a familiar figure on the floor above. You could scarcely make out his frame, but you knew that mask from anywhere. What was Crowley doing here? Well, that was a dumb question. When was the headmage not making the most of the trip - either on or off the clock, to you and your coworkers’ misfortune.
You couldn’t try and scold him, since it was technically both your off times. There was no reason to go and talk to him. Still…you found yourself rising from your seat. You placed a few madol on the table for your waiter; as you passed by the person at the register, you mentioned you were moving up to the top floor. That way they wouldn’t try and chase you, thinking you were trying to skip paying your bill. When the cashier gave you a nod and a smile, you headed up the long flight of stairs. It was a bit of a struggle to not spill your drink in your ascension, but you managed. Within minutes you reached the top - the view was even better from this height.
Crowley faced away from you, the rim of his glass pressed to his lips as he took a sip of the liquid within. You couldn’t tell if it was alcoholic or not - did he even drink? Guess it was time to find out. “I’m surprised to see you here,” were the words you greeted him with. He turned to you as you rested your glass on the wooden edge of the balcony, wide enough for patrons to settle small plates of food or beverages.
The headmage greeted you with a smile as he straightened his posture. “I make a point to visit this restaurant whenever I get the chance to travel here.” Crowley leaned against the railing, arm rested atop it, clawed hands almost folded in front of him. He looked more casual than usual - relaxed, even. If he were not a man who constantly plucked at your nerves, you’d think him rather dashing, especially since, this evening, he was not clad in that gaudy tropical shirt and khakis. Aside from his cloak, top hat, and cane, he was dressed in his usual ensemble. “Is this your first time here?” he asked.
“The restaurant or this beach in general?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Either.”
“Yes, to both,” you answered. Your body relaxed as you rested your arms against the wooden railing, glass placed next to you. “This is my first vacation in forever, I think. Usually, when I’m not working, I just hang out at home.” You chuckled, “I wouldn’t exactly call this a vacation, anyway; it’s basically a work trip.”
“True,” Crowley agreed, “but I have done my best to work some ample time for you and the other staff to enjoy yourselves as well.” You seriously questioned that, with the way the man would sometimes outright abandon you and the students in favor of some other unknown activity. He picked up his small glass with his fingertips, swirling the brown liquid within as his eyes cast back out at the waves beyond. “This is truly a charming place, despite the hustle and bustle of the tourists.” Crowley lifted the glass to take another sip of his beverage. Feeling a bit mischievous, you decided to ask him another question.
“Is that why Royal Sword and Noble Bell also chose this place to hold their field trips?” You held back a laugh as the headmage nearly choked on the drink. Patiently, you waited for him to regain himself before he answered.
“Well…I suppose that is the reason.” You could almost picture the sweat that surely beaded under his shirt collar. “As I said, this is a wondrous place! What better destination for students to learn and play?”
“It is, indeed, a place to do both - for all ages.” A little smirk played on your lips as you pried more. “It’s just strange we arrived right as the other schools did.” You lifted your drink to your lips as you added, “Coincidence, perhaps?”
The headmage now avoided your gaze - a clear sign he was nervous. “Ah…yes!” Crowley let out a nervous laugh. “Quite so! Us three headmasters must be in sync with one another. As they say, great minds think alike!”
Or a certain one didn’t want to look bad in front of his peers, you thought to yourself. For now, you decided to keep that thought to yourself. After all, there was no proof to that…yet. Divus said he would keep you posted.
“While it does allow our students to mingle with ones from other schools, it is a little chaotic.” You sighed as you placed your drink back down on the space next to you, the taste of [drink of choice] fresh upon your tongue. “I’m surprised there haven't been that many fights. Aside from Spade’s confrontation with those Royal Sword boys, there hasn’t been much of an incident. It’s either we finally have peace in the valley,” another sigh left your lips, “or all will come crashing down in the final days of the trip.”
“Come now,” Crowley chuckled. “Do you have such little faith in our flock?” You sent him a look - without words, he seemed to get the point. He nodded his head, “Yes, our students are a rowdy bunch, to be sure. But perhaps this change of scenery will calm those rebellious natures enough for them to put away their fists.”
“Hopefully,” you wished, with all of your being. You really didn’t get paid enough for the hassle sometimes.
A silence fell between you two for a few moments, nothing but the sound of distant chatter and ocean waves filling your ears. Crowley was the one to break that hush. “[Y/n]?” You perked up at the sound of your name - your first name. It was odd for him not to address you formerly, even when off duty. With your attention back on him, he continued. “What do you think makes a good person?”
“I didn’t know you partook in philosophy,” you said, perplexed by the question. Where did this come from?
“I read up on the subject from time to time,” Crowley mentioned. “Will you humor me?”
Well, you didn’t see why you couldn’t. You did yearn for conversation earlier - now you had it. For a few seconds, you thought his question over, tossed and turned it in your mind. What made a good person? “I guess it depends on the person,” you finally replied. “No one will answer the same; it all weighs on someone’s life experience, I think.”
“That was not what I asked.” Crowley’s expression was different, you realized. He looked sincere - more serious than you’d ever seen him. Even when a certain group of students overblotted in the past year, he hadn’t appeared this way. “I am asking you what makes a good person. In your eyes, what makes a good person?”
You rarely ever experienced this man look directly into your eyes. It was almost like he wanted to peer into your very soul to find the answer. The tone of his voice had shifted as well, you noticed. Has Crowley ever been so earnest? You couldn’t answer that. You said you would humor him, so humor him you would. After a bit more contemplation, you explained to him what, to you, made a good person.
The man listened intently, hung on your every word. He gave a slight nod of his head from time to time, truly taking in your beliefs. You secretly wished he’d take his work as seriously as this opinion of yours. Once you said your piece, he nodded once more, and then another long moment of silence washed over you both. That yellow gaze, obscured behind Crowley’s dark mask, was cast down to the ground. The rest of his expression, along with his body language, was almost…solemn, you thought. Did he find your answer disappointing?
Before you could ask, he raised his head and smiled at you. Though it looked a little strained, he sounded genuine. “Thank you, [Y/n]. I will keep your words in mind for the future.” You watched as he picked up his glass once more, clasped a little tightly in his palm as he held it up to his lips. He then tilted his head back and drank the entirety of his beverage in a few short gulps.
Your eyes must have widened at the display, for he let out a small laugh. “What’s that look for?”
“What was that?” you asked, pointing at his now empty glass.
“My drink?” Crowley shook the glass and the remaining ice clinked around within. “Scotch.”
“You chugged it that quickly?!” The audacity of this man. “Will you even be able to walk back to the hotel?” It wasn’t too far away, the restaurant was located just outside the resort, but…
Crowley let out another laugh, much louder than the last. “Aww, you worry for me? I’m flattered!” Who wouldn’t worry? “But I assure you I’m quite alright. It takes a lot more than that to get me tipsy.”
That was a pretty sizable amount of liquor though. Even Trein, someone who himself partook in scotch from time to time, would get a little blitzed after such a chug. How…how much did it take to get Crowley drunk? How much had he drunk in the past to build that high of a tolerance? Your expression must have revealed your inner thoughts, for Crowley let out another chuckle.
“It has been my friend on many a late night,” he explained. Crowley eyed the glass in his hand almost as though it were an old friend. He appeared…almost sad, for the way he smiled. “This evening is one of few where it is not required.”
Your heart sank. Not required? Sure, you knew Crowley was probably the type to drink a good bit, like Divus, but…that sounded rather ominous. Crowley appeared no different than the depressed protagonist in a movie. What exactly did he have to be depressed about? You thought back to the odd question he asked you minutes before. ‘What makes a good person?’
You thought about all the times Crowley praised himself. How kind he claimed to be with every little thing he did. Always out of arrogance, narcissism, maybe. Now, in light of the question he gave you, how he reacted and mulled over your answer. It now seemed those praises were affirmations to himself…assurances he was doing good. The confidence he showed when he made such claims always fueled the frustration within you. When put in this light though, it sounded like…like a man desperate to be a good person, when he didn’t know how to be.
“Dire-”
Your elbow hit something as you adjusted your position: Your glass. You gasped as it fell over the railing; you were just in time to watch it fall down to the sand three flights of stairs away. Thankfully it didn’t hit anyone on the way. A few guests and servers looked up in confusion - you suddenly felt embarrassed. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Crowley belted out in laughter. “It happens to the best of us!” he reassured. “I can’t count how many times I’ve made such a blunder.”
With a wave of his hand, he called a waiter over. “Would you get my companion here another -” he glanced over at you “ - what were you having?”
“[Drink of choice],” you mumbled, still flustered beyond belief.
“[Drink of choice]!” Crowley repeated to the waiter. He handed them his empty glass as he added, “And another glass of scotch for me, if you wouldn’t mind.” Crowley slipped the waiter a several madol as a tip - or as a way to get your drinks quicker. Either way, the waiter uttered a ‘yes, sir’ before they headed down to the bar. As they went out of sight, Crowley turned back to you. “Where is that smile from before? You’re not the first to knock over a glass, you know.”
“I know…” You shied away as you rubbed your arm. “I just hate someone has to pick it up.”
“I’m sure that isn’t the worst thing they’ve ever done.” Crowley sat himself in a cushioned chair at the corner of the floor. You followed suit and took the one across from him. “If it broke, I will pay for that as well.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I have to pay for it?”
“Usually,” he rested his chin against the back of his hand, “if I were not treating you.”
Dire Crowley, the stingy headmage of Night Raven College, treating you? You couldn’t hold back the small laugh that escaped your throat. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor,” you quipped.
He scoffed, taken aback by your statement. “Whatever do you mean? I have a great sense of humor! And that was not a joke: I intend to pay for the drinks you may have in my presence.”
Who clocked him over the head? “You’re serious?” you questioned with a skeptical raise of your brow. “Not going to take this out of my paycheck or something?”
“You think me that cruel?” He seemed to flinch by the look that crossed your face. “No no, I’m not going to take it out of your check - or any thereafter.” Another smile twitched at his lips. “Consider this my thanks for your company - and for answering my question.”
You wanted to ask more - more than him treating you. Yet something told you to hold back for now. Apparently this man was more cryptic, held more mysteries than you ever thought him to. There likely wouldn’t be anything to garner from his question - tonight, at least. Might as well take your good luck and accept the offer, before he changed his mind. You put your skepticism aside and smiled. “Thank you - I really appreciate it.”
Those masked eyes seemed to brighten a little at your gratitude. His posture straightened a bit more, his characteristic confidence back in full force. “Of course! I cherish the opportunity to reward one of my fellow peers for their hard work. After all,” his smile wavered into what looked like a smirk, “I am ever so kind~”
Another reassurance…to you, or to himself? You seriously would question that from now on.
If only you knew just how much Dire Crowley valued your opinion.
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The Spell Shall Break
Summary:Malleus x gn!reader.... you're just gonna have to read the other parts cause I have no idea what else to say right now 😂 I hope this is the ending you all were hoping for. I think this is the end, but if you think there was something I failed to wrap up let me know!
1.Defense Against Overblot 2.Ruler of the Abyss
3. From This Slumber you Shall Wake
There was a boy. He was sniffling, as he ate a birthday cake alone. You had the urge to reach out to him, but your hand passed through him. He continued sniffling alone.
Then you heard his voice.
My earliest memory was celebrating my birthday alone. It would be a shame for a delicious cake to go to waste, so I ate the entire thing alone.
The boy disappeared, but not before you reached out to him one more time. Now you saw an older version of the boy. All suspicions were gone. This was your boyfriend.
He and Lilia were packing suitcases to what you were certain was his first year at NRC.
Having spent years of solitude in the Valley of Thorns, I felt that as the future king it was my duty to learn about the other cultures I would be interacting with. To immerse myself in the world of the children of men.
He was now walking alone in the hallway, as empty faces whispered to each other.
But the children of men fear what they cannot comprehend.
Your heart stilled, eyes filling with tears thinking of his pain.
Until I met you.
You were now in front of Ramshackle looking at….you. You watched yourself extend a hand to him, and watched his emerald eyes lighten as he shook your hand.
Quickly the scene flashed to you handing him a ticket to the SDC, then to you wrapping your arms around him after his confession, then to you sitting on his lap as you both relaxed by the fire.
You brought light to the future king of darkness. But the sun must set eventually.
You were now in his room, as he angrily paced.
"Who does he think he is? How can he take them away from me?"
"Malleus…"
You noticed Lilia sitting on the bed with a sad expression on his face.
"He can't get away with this! That Crow has acted out for the last time."
"Malleus."
"I'll just have to lock them up until we can get this resolved…"
"Malleus!"
Malleus stopped pacing, and looked up at Lilia, his eyes full of tears.
"Oh, my boy," Lilia breathed. "It's time we had a talk that we should have had a long time ago."
The scene faded to black, and you were imprinted with the memory of his tear filled eyes.
Lilia had always been my closest attendant and confident. My greatest teacher. And that day, he reminded me that the lives of the children of men are fleeting. That I had to let you go.
You were outside of Ramshackle again. This time, Malleus was alone as he looked up into the window where you could see yourself finishing packing. When the light in the window shut off, he disappeared into green fireflies.
But why should I?
The scene changed with a loud bang. As Malleus materialized into this new scene, so did several members of his dorm, who were shouting in fear. The air was thick around him, as his pen transformed into his full staff. He made his way through the Diasomnia dorm, leaving black inky footsteps, and sleeping bodies in his wake.
"My Lord! Please, calm down! My father will know what…." Silver ran up to Malleus only to immediately collapse into sleep.
"My Liege!" Sebek shouted. "Please, the dorm…."
And now Sebek was asleep as well.
"Malleus. That is enough."
Finally, Malleus stopped walking, as Lilia stood before him in his true form.
"Something is clearly wrong, and I need you to take a rest for a while," Lilia said, brandishing his own pen and beginning to chant a spell.
"What's wrong is that you are keeping me from my beloved, Old Man," Malleus hissed, before sending a burst of green energy that threw Lilia against the wall.
And it seemed that was the final straw holding back a complete overblot.
The scene changed again. This time, everything was filled with a black fog, until you saw you, a bright light in the darkness, holding a sleeping Grim.
Then the world was black again.
What good is all this power, if it means I am eternally alone?
What good is my title, if the one thing I want is forever out of my reach?
What good is life, without Y/N?
Green light filled your vision and your eyes burst open, as you inhaled a deep gulp of air.
Your eyes were barraged with light. And you realized you must have left the sleeping realm Malleus had created. Which you hoped meant…
"Child of Man," you heard his voice whisper in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "I thought you would not return to me."
"Yeah, it honestly looked iffy for a moment there."
You looked over his shoulder to see your friends, and Lilia, who was the one who had spoken.
"Who knew a human could absorb the overblot of the world's most powerful mage, and survive?" He said wryly.
You felt Malleus' tears staining your shoulder as he silently cried against you, and you gently rubbed his back, before saying,
"I'm alright. Everything is okay."
Your non Diasomnia friends looked nervously at Malleus, as though they were worried he'd do something else. You were happy in some ways that they were worried for you, but it was time you talked to your boyfriend.
"I need a moment alone with Malleus, if that's alright."
Lilia looked between the two of you, and nodded, before ushering everyone out.
You adjusted Mal's face so that he had to look at you as you gently wiped the tears from his cheeks.
"Mal, what happened? You promised me you would never overblot," you said softly, in what you hoped was a mildly teasing way.
"I thought I was strong. I thought I could let you go. But I'm a weak fool, it seems."
"Mal, I didn't want you to let me go."
He stiffened, but otherwise said nothing.
"I was only going to leave because you had stopped talking to me. So I assumed you didn't really care."
His eyes flashed with anger, and now he was gripping your cheeks.
"That is a horrid lie. You are everything to me."
"Then why couldn't we talk about how you were feeling before?"
"Humans fade so quickly," he faltered.
"But I thought that didn't matter to you. I thought I was your child of man, and that's all that mattered."
"Lilia said…."
"Well, I'm your partner. Not Lilia. So next time talk to me, you silly dragon," you laughed out as tears trickled down your cheeks.
"As you wish," he whispered, beginning to gingerly kiss each tear off your face. "Since we are talking about it, how do you feel about immortality, my treasure?"
You laughed loudly, and wrapped your arms around him, listening to his heartbeat. Your point had gotten across to him and that was all that mattered. You could have that conversation another day after you both had healed.
But you made a silent promise in your heart to stay by his side, to be his strength when he lacked it , and his light in his darkness. Just as he had always been both to you.
You kissed him softly on the lips, and relished in his surprised gasp, before he worked to deepen this kiss.
For with true love's kiss the spell shall break.
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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff [Part 4]
Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 4)
ie. So the saying goes, 'nothing gold can stay.' Or, the Prefect is facing yet another Overblot and it drags some unpleasant dilemmas to the surface.
A/N: I have been fighting this for a solid hour now, and Tumblr is just being an absolute nightmare and not letting me add any more tags without crashing/refusing to save the post, so if you got kicked off the list, my sincerest apologies
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
There was a curt knock on Mozus Trein’s door.
The aging professor fought the inelegant urge to drop his head into his hands. After taking a moment to silently curse every other damned member of faculty at this college, he schooled his expression into a vague attempt at neutrality and cleared his throat.
“Enter.”
Divus Crewel and his ridiculous ensemble strutted into Trein’s office, and the historian barely bit back a sneer. He and the other professor had never gotten on at the best of times. Perhaps they would tolerate one another for the occasional game of chess, but the other man’s opinions on more or less everything (especially dogs. Ugh.) rankled something unpleasant in Trein’s chest. Call him old fashioned, but intentionally sharpening oneself into something miserable, and cold, and alone all in the name of maintaining an appearance of sophistication was something he would never respect.
Lucius growled from his place by the windowsill, and Crewel very noticeably fought to keep himself from raising his hackles in return. The black-and-white monstrosity leant forward and placed a bottle of red whine on Trein’s desk with a clack.
“What is it now?” Mozus frowned.
Divus didn’t bother to sit in the chair opposite him. He never did. He paced along one of the bookcases for a moment, trailing his crimson gloves along the leather spines.
“More of the same, I suspect,” he finally huffed.
Trein sighed and rifled around in his desk drawers to unearth his chest set. Not the good one—the one with hand-carved, stone, pieces that his daughters had given him for his birthday two years ago. This set wasn’t terribly ugly, and it did the job well enough. Plus, the worn colors lining the board always made something in Crewel’s jaw tick.
“Well,” he grumbled, setting the pieces into place and reaching for the wine. Divus Crewel was entirely unpleasant, but at the end of the day, Mozus had never been one to deny a willing student. And oh if there wasn’t so much that this egomaniacal alchemist still needed to learn. “Get on with it then.”
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A part of you was sort of expecting to see one of those ‘WELCOME HOME, CHEATER’ banners nailed to the Rogersons’ front porch.
Which, firstly, come on. It’s not like you maybe vaguely starting to not loathe your time spent with Crewel with every fiber of your being was a crime. And you were still miserable and mad. Stupid, no good, stuck up, no-dad-being, emotionally unavailable—ahem. Excuse you. But you had eaten a few of those fancy cookies. And you were certain that Poe and Perdy would smell Jasper and Badun’s cuddles a mile away. And as much as you rationalized it forwards and backwards that you weren’t wrong, a part of you still felt… traitorous.
Secondly, the Rogersons were genuinely nice people. And you should have known at this point that they of all the adults in your life would hardly judge your for accepting any scraps of kindness being offered to you. (Unlike a certain Old Crow with whom you were well acquainted.)
All that being said, you were still a bit hesitant when you knocked on their front door that evening. Nevertheless, you were met you with a wave of enthusiastic greetings (plus a knitted set of gloves and a hat), as they ushered you back out the door with the promise of new and interesting things.
“We thought it’d be a nice change of pace,” Mister Rogerson explained. He and Annie were holding hands as you all walked down their quaint street, tucked up neatly in one of the roomy pockets of his overcoat. “And you didn’t get to come with us over the Holidays either.”
“There isn’t much else to do on Sage Island for most of year,” Annie said. “But the Winter Festival is always really lovely.”
The Winter Festival was like something out of a story book—all toned in watercolors and lit with a golden warmth that didn’t really seem feasible when the weather was otherwise so frigid. Magic, probably. Everything wonderous here was always magic. The air smelled honey-sweet, and you could feel the rising heat from dozens of outdoor ovens warming your cheeks.
“It’s busiest over the holiday period,” Annie explained merrily, reaching out to adjust the new hat on your head. “But most of the stalls stay open a few weeks later.”
“You missed all the rides unfortunately,” Mister Rogerson continued, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “But if you’re still around next year, we’ll make sure to bring you when everything’s in full swing.”
There was a decent sized crowd filtering sluggishly through the faire, happy to meander about with their Styrofoam mugs of cocoa and browse the displays. There were more people your age milling about than you would have expected (as nice as this all was, it definitely seemed more like an ideal outing for a retirement home than anyone young enough to still have their original hip bones). Mostly you recognized the clean, crisp, white jackets of the RSA uniform, but occasionally there was a splotch of a more familiar black ensemble darting about amongst them.
“Have you ever had a fritter before?” Mister Rogerson called from his place by a stall that smelled like Heaven compressed into a cubic-meter.
“Not since I’ve been here,” you practically drooled, feeling very much like one of those cartoon characters who could merrily float through the air after the tantalizing scent of baked sweets.
“Do you want the sugar sprinkled? The caramel drizzle?” A laugh then, quick and bright, as he caught sight of the lovestruck (and ravenous) look on your face. “Both?” he offered indulgently.
There was another laugh then—raucous and loud. And a familiar face darted by with a mouth stuffed full of way too many festively frosted donuts.
“Hey! You get back here!” someone shouted, enraged and shaking their fist. “Free samples’ doesn’t mean a free for all! Did you hear me?! I said get back here!”
But Ruggie Bucchi just kept on running, his fluffy ears perked atop his head and his steel-grey eyes thinned with obvious amusement. He rushed past, and you met gazes just quickly enough to catch a smirk and a wink before he was off and around a corner—surely vanished into areas unknown to enjoy his haul.
You laughed into your gloves and turned back to your escorts for the evening with a beam, ready to suggest maybe just buying out the rest of the stall. Ruggie would love it. He’d probably even help you manage Leona’s tantrums without grumbling for at least, like, a week.
But they weren’t smiling.
The grin on your own lips slowly slipped back down into a flat line, and you fought the urge to fidget. Like somehow you’d done something wrong. Annie just sighed and shook her head. Mister Rogerson pinched at the bridge of his nose with a huff—the picture of a properly disappointed teacher.
“Well, can’t say anyone would expect Night Raven students to not be a handful.”
Something curdled a little in your tummy, and you tamped down the urge to immediately and aggressively rise to Ruggie’s defense. They were only free samples! And he loved donuts! And he never really had much money for anything of his own anyways! And they were free! And!—And…
“Ruggie doesn’t have anybody to buy him donuts,” you said at last, when the vendor handed you your own little paper bag overflowing with fritters.
Annie and Mister Rogerson looked at you curiously, clearly a bit lost, and you huffed.
“Ruggie,” you repeated. “The guy from earlier. With—with the samples.”
You could feel your shoulders hunch, defensive. And you didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like—they weren’t going to be mad at you or anything. And Ruggie was your friend. It didn’t seem right to let them just assume the worst of him.
“Oh,” Annie hummed, face softening. “Of course, sweetheart. But maybe he could ask first next time, okay? We’d be happy to treat any of your friends.”
You nodded and nibbled at your fritter. It was warm and crispy, perfectly fried and with a sugar crust that melted on your tongue like the sweetest kiss. It was delicious, really it was. But still somehow not quite as good as you’d thought it’d be.
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When you arrived back to Ramshackle that evening, there was wallpaper on the walls.
You squinted at it suspiciously and tapped one of the glued-down edges with your finger. It didn’t vanish or eat you, so maybe it wasn’t an illusion. But why on Earth would anyone bother to try and give this place a facelift—
The front door burst open and Crowley blew in like a hurricane.
“CONGRATULATIONS!” he boomed. “There’s no one else I trust at this school quite like I trust you, oh wonderful and best of all Prefects! So I’m making you the lead producer for our VDC performance!”
You gaped, too familiarized with this nonsense to be as horrified as you probably ought to be.
“What’s a VDC?” you asked.
“That’s a great question!” Crowley beamed. “But first, let me introduce you to your new roommates!”
When the House Warden of Pomefiore and his entourage walked through your rickety front door, you felt something familiar, and awful, and inky swoop in your stomach.
“This building should be condemned,” Vil Schoenheit sniffed with all the grace of someone who definitely probably had a lot of underlying issues that were about to become your very real problem.
Crowley scuttled forward cheerfully to pin a tag labeled ‘MANAGER’ to your uniform jacket.
“Look how far you’ve come!” he sniffled, wiping dramatically at his gaping, soulless, eyes. “I’M SO PROUD!”
“…You can just put your bags over there,” you mumbled, so far past functioning on autopilot you may as well just ask Idia to turn your brain into an AI and get it over with it.
Epel dropped his suitcase near the living room’s rug and immediately the ancient floorboards opened up like the maw of some ravenous beast to swallow them whole. The group of you watched with varying degrees of distaste as his luggage plummeted to the basement, or… whatever existed below the crumbling wood. You’d never checked.
“I have the upmost faith in you!” Crowley chirped before jetting back out the door as quickly as he’d come.
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“You did what?!” Crewel snapped.
“What!” Crowley whined. “Isn’t giving your child more responsibilities a sign of trust?! An act of faith between parent and spawn?! DOES THIS NOT SHOW HOW MUCH I VALUE THEIR COMPETENCE?!”
“No,” Trein groaned, burying his head in his hands.
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“I’m perfectly fine,” Vil said, with all the cheer of someone undergoing a root canal. “I have nothing but well-wishes for Neige Leblanche and his many, worthy, successes.”
Buzz buzz went Ace’s phone as another of Neige’s advertisements lit the screen.
Drip drip went the heavy, black, magic curling around Vil Schoenheit’s soul.
You fought the urge to put your head through the wall.
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The next evening came, as did another bottle of too-expensive wine.
Trein swirled the crimson liquid miserably in his glass.
“Do you know that I chastised the Prefect once? For calling Crowley incompetent?”
Divus sounded worn in a way that he most likely had no right to be, but progress was progress Trein supposed. The alchemist snorted sardonically into his own glass. Normally the wine was a bribe for the elder professor alone, but tonight it was a truce to be shared in bleak solidarity.
“Time makes fools of us all,” Trein hummed.
“What is he even thinking?” Crewel seethed. “As if the Prefect isn’t under enough stress as it is. What exactly does he think these stunts will accomplish?”
“I don’t think he’s thinking very much at all, to be perfectly honest with you,” Trein grumbled. “But then again, making impulsive decisions in the name of parental affection is far from a novel concept.”
Divus scoffed. “Ah, yes. Because that’s what the runt needs. A mockup of fatherhood bearing down their neck at every turn. It’s like he’s not even bothering to actually try.”
“Someone ought to be,” Mozus said, pointed. (And it certainly wasn’t going to be him. He had two, lovely, wonderful daughters to fill his heart. There wasn’t much room left for anything else.)
Crewel glowered at him miserably and sighed in a drawn-out sort of way that was not dissimilar to someone taking a too-long drag from a cigarette.
“It’s not something that fits with…” he hesitated, as if trying to chew over the words into something palatable. “I have no desire to give up everything that I’ve ever wanted to see in myself, to give up everything I’ve worked for, just to mold myself into some—some glorified babysitter.” Something stuck unpleasantly in his throat and he had to clear it twice before continuing. “Especially for someone who may very well be leaving this world forever in a few months as it is.”
The clock on the wall ticked obnoxiously through the silence. Each little second fell in a heavy clunk. clunk. clunk. that echoed around the room with all the gentility of a gong. After a long moment, Trein sighed into his glass.
“Being a parent is not about sacrificing your own sense of self in order to cater to your child,” he huffed. “It is about being there to nurture the development of their own.”
Crewel pointedly averted his gaze to one of the ugly, cat-centric, paintings on the wall.
“And perhaps for you a handful of months may not be sufficient,” the older man continued, swirling his wine. “But I’m sure for the Prefect, it would make all the difference in the world.”
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Detention continued, despite your stacking ‘managerial responsibilities.’
Thankfully, it had mostly turned into you sitting in Crewel’s office while you sorted through whatever paperwork you were expected to file and complete. Sometimes a good chunk of the pages would disappear from your ‘in progress’ pile and reappear—perfectly completely and in order—at the end of the evening. You were dead set on never addressing it ever, because if you did he might stop. And he was probably the only reason you were managing to get any of it done on time at all.
Even with Professor Crewel’s help, you were still slow today. And as the night crawled to a close, you found yourself staring at a stack of blank pages without a thought to go with them. The only thing swimming in your head was murky tar and the cloying taste of black magic that came with it.
“Is there something you want to discuss?” Crewel called from his desk across the room. “You seem distracted.”
“I can’t,” you grumbled, something wobbling in your jaw. “Not to the people I want to talk about it with at least.”
Something shuttered slipped across his expression, and he nodded and went back to his own work. You stared at him for another moment, debating.
“What do you if—” you froze and hurriedly looked back down to the pen in your hands.
“If…?” Crewel pressed.
You sighed. “You know, sometimes you care about people, yeah? And maybe they’re not always perfect, but you still care. But then…” You chewed at your lip. “I don’t know. Can people still be good if they do bad things sometimes? Like, if you’d disagree with them completely, but they see it as right anyways?”
‘They’d be taken away?’
‘I know it sounds scary, kiddo. But that’s what we have to do to keep everyone as safe as we can. Does that make sense?’
You thought of Riddle, and Leona, and Azul, and Jamil. And now Vil. You grit your teeth so hard they started to ache.
Professor Crewel looked a bit startled, and you couldn’t really blame him. It was the most you’d spoken to him in weeks.
“I suppose that would depend on you,” he said after a moment. “And if that ‘disagreement’ was big enough to change how you viewed them entirely.”
“I don’t know…” you frowned. It certainly felt like something big. But...
“Well, what have you done about it?”
You blinked. “What?”
He waved his hand at you, and that pointer of his snapped across his palm. “Have you told this person that what they’ve said bothered you?”
“…well, no,” you mumbled.
“Then that’s what you need to do first,” he said, firm. “You won’t have an answer to anything you’re fretting about until you can face that at least.”
“And then what?”
Professor Crewel hesitated then, his mouth working as if he couldn’t really decide what he wanted to say. Or maybe like he was thinking over his words very, very, carefully.
“Do they know that they’ve done wrong by you?” he asked at last, not quite as sharp as before. “And—more importantly—if they know they’ve upset you, are they trying to make it right?”
You had a sudden feeling that he wasn’t really talking about your question anymore. The words settled heavily in your gut, but not in a way that was entirely unpleasant. More like the comfort after eating a full meal rather than the all-encompassing dread that so often took residence there instead. You thought of fancy cookies, and dogs, and cozy coats that were warmer and softer than the best blankets you’d ever used.
“Right,” you said after a moment, and glanced away with a secretive sort of smile. “I guess that would be the most important bit.”
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NRC X AFAB!READER
CHARACTERS : All NRC (without ortho) + Neige Leblanche ( in Pomefiore ) + Che'nya ( in Heartslabyul ) AFAB!READER -You are a new staff member in the all boys school NRC,and today's your first day.The Headmage,Crowley explained what your new job was multiple times while taking you to meet the Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens one by one.Once everyone understood what you'll be doing here,they let you rest a little before the real show start...
HEARTSLABYUL
[Riddle Roseheart] One day,while you were baking with Trey for the next Unbirthday Party, the Housewarden called you over to his room.You excused yourself before going to see what the Housewraden wanted to do with you,or do to you..It wasn't really surprising to see that his face was as red as a tomato,he seemed to be very "shy" the first day you met.. -Well hello Housewarden Roseheart,how can I help you?It is the first time you wish to see me in private,I believe you want something from me,or to be more precise,I believe you want me,don't you Riddle? -Stop being so-! Ugh,yes,I do want you,but everything that happens in my room stays in it,did I make myself clear!? -Why of course Housewraden!I don't want to lose my head after all..So,what do you want me to do?Do you simply want to kiss me,or eat me out?I could suck you're shaft while you work or cockwarm you as some kind of stress-relief!Your wish is my command. You bent over to take off your high heels,just enough to let him see how wet you already were,and just enough to make him even more red if it was possible..Slowly,he started to undress himself.His body wasn't that impressive but his power was enough to make everyone bow before him,even you who didn't have any magic!He hesitantly took off his boxer,leaving him completly naked before you.His cock wasn't the biggest you've seen,but you still wondered how he would feel inside of you.Would it be enough to make you cum?To make you squirm all over it?Or would he simply use you to his liking not even trying to make you feel good?If he did wanna try,would he use his tongue and mouth,or would he used his fingers? -Y/N,please,come closer.. -Yes,your maaaajesty! You did as he asked and came closer,his face now close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips.His cock was now rubbing against your stomach,so you just started to slowly and gently stroking it,making him gasp and moan softly.He soon became a moaning mess,begging for you to take him in your mouth,in your cunt,in your ass,he didn't care he just needed to feel you around him! -Y/N,please,I need you..Stop teasing,I can feel how close to cumming I already am.. And you could feel how wet you were,your panties now soaking in your juice..His voice,his moans were angelic and you needed more!You were pretty sure that juste making him feel good could make you cum right on the spot!You pushed him so he was sitting on his bed,and soon he understood what you were going to do,he lied down to let you ride him.He wasn't aware of it,or maybe he was but he couldn't care less,but he was smiling and drooling..Some might say that it's disgusting,and he normally would say it too,but this view of your naked body on top of his meant that he was finally going to cum!Slowly,you sat down on his shaft,making him scream of pleasure.Yup,he was a little virgin boy that wouldn't last long inside a women's pussy..
[TREY CLOVER] You were helping the Vice-Housewarden,baking tarts in the dorm's kitchen when you "accidentally" spilled cream on your breast,just above your bra.You knew for a long time that the former student wanted more than just be un good terms with you,it was kind of obvious to be honest.The way he was always looking at your breast or at your ass when he thought that nobody was looking,the way he "accidentally" brushed his hands across your body to grab something in the kitchen..Always looking forward for his next move,you saw him taking a picture of you while you were dancing for some Heartslabyul students and,the same day,you saw him touching himself while looking at this exact picture.It was kind of weird comming from such a gentlemen..But you couldn't care less and,today,you were the one that was going to make the first move since he was too "shy" to ask.And it brought you here,with a Trey extremely attracted by your breasts! -Oh,Trey,may you help me with this please? -O-of course,wait me here,I'm gonna- -But I don't wanna waste such a good cream!Come on,I know you can think of a way to fix this! When he finally understood what you wanted him to do to "help you",he carried you to the counter and took off his glasses.You took them and put them on,trying to look at yourself in the window,and before you knew it,Trey was licking and sucking your breasts!You tried to not make a noise,you were in the kitchen after all!It would be a little bit embarrassing for the poor man to be seen in such a position with you! -Okay,I t-think it's good now..T-Thanks for your help Trey! -No,I'm not finished..Come on now,can't you let me finish my meal first? As he said this,he got on his knees,ready to eat you out..Well,as you say in english "The clothes do not make the man"!n french it's "l'habit ne fait pas le moine" :p
[CATER DIAMOND] He would definetly take pictures of you when you serve other people just so he can pleasure himself.He wouldn't dare to ask you directly,after all he already can catch you during the act,does he really need more?Probably not but he do want more!He craves for your touch but he would never say it,not right to your face at least..He isn't shy,he just want YOU to come begging him to pound you!When you finally ask him (because you want to see what he can do with something else than his hand-) he will get rock hard really fast!But still,it will be for HIS pleasure,so be ready to get overstimulated or not able to cum! -Come on honey,smile a little more!Do it for all my fans,they're encouraging you y'know? Ah yes..He WILL make a live on Magicam,what did you expect?You are the Slut of NRC after all,he is just testing you and letting others know how good and obeidiant you can be!~
[ACE TRAPPOLA ] He would definitely find a way to make you come to class with him so you can suck him off while he is "studying".Don't believe me?Well it doesn't matter because here you are,at the very back off the class under the desk of Deuce,Ace (of course) and Silver (who is actually asleep,letting you do you things).You?You're trying to not gag when he forces you on his cock.And he?He is trying to not moan while you are taking his cock like a good little whore!And don't you worry darling,between Silver's and Leona's snoring you will not be found out.Well,not now at least,because you will be forced to go out of class after it finished,good luck explaining yourself to Trein!
[DEUCE SPADE] -Oh of course,I would love to meet your mother Deuce! But you never thought you'd have to be sitting on his cock while he bounce his leg,almost letting you the time to moan.Let's just say that the conversation with madam Spade wasn't what you wanted it to be...I don't think she really likes you,I mean,she already knew what you were doing in NRC,and here you are IN HER HOME sitting on HER SON'S LAP! -So,miss Y/N...Deuce told me that you were in NRC for a very speacial job,is it true?And if I may ask,what is your job?... -I..I am at NRC to teach them how does t-the human body work! -Oh really?But I heard that there are Merfolks and Beastmens too back there,am I wong Deucy? -Oh no,you're right Momma!There are even Fae! -W-well yeah..But their b-bodyy work the same!A-almost..And I teach them t-too! OOOH SHE WASN'T REALLY HAPPY,I HOPE YOU DON'T WANNA BE HIS GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE HIS MOTHER WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL
[ARTEMIY ARTEMIYEVICH PINKER (CHE'NYA)] Man's just gonna grab you outta nowhere and fuck you into the rose mate!I hope you're not scared of bugs or being found out because he is not ashamed of fucking you in front of someone,even Trey or Riddle!Plus,he can just disappear into thin air and leave you in your completly fucked out state for their greedy eyes and cock to watch and tease~ -Y/N!?Who is this dude? -Wait,isn't it the guy from RSA that came into one of our Unbirthday party!? -Oopsi,they caught us deary~ -Che'nya,please.. -SO YOU DO WORK FOR HIM?! You wanted to respond but the pleasant feeling of Che'nya's cock suddenly left you!You looked up behind you (yeah he was fucking you in doggy style) and saw no Beastmen! -Well..The Housewarden would definetly be like "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" and all so..How about we make a deal? -We fuck you and in exchange we don't tell anything about anyone!Deal? And you ended up covered in cum!
SAVANNACLAW
[LEONA KINGSCHOLAR] It wasn't that surprising when the lazy lion of NRC asked Ruggie to bring you to the Botanical Garden.When you got there,you found the lion laying on the ground.When he heard you,he simply said : -There you are herbivore..Come,I wanna sleep a little -And so you make me come all the way here to nap with you? -No,idiot.You'll be cockwarming me while I sleep,I wanna see how long you can last without mooving an inch or grinding against me. That was kind of cruel considering he was the kind of guy to sleep for hours in the same position..You couldn't do it,but since it was your job you just said fuck and did it..After 2 or 3 hours,you just couldn't stay still anymore!He hasn't been sleeping that much,instead,he was teasing you!He wanted to make you squirm but hell he was to lazy to admit it or actually do it! -Well?Can't stay still anymore little bunny? -Please,just let me move,just a little!Please.. -No I still want to sleep.. This idiot was rock hard,balls deep inside your cunt and he wanted to just pound into you as much as you!But he resisted,he was kind of a patient man to be honest..
[RUGGIE BUCCHI] Oh the little hyena of Savannaclaw wanted to taste you sooo bad!And he finally got the chance to do so!One night,you came to him,claiming that you wanted his help for something,and it ended up with you sitting on his face while he lapped at your juice like a starved man!You where his favorite meal,believe me,and he was going to enjoy you!Making you cum once wasn't enough,he needed more!And more,and more!! -Please Y/N,one more!Just one more,okay?You're so good!~ Your taste was addictive and he just needed more!Come on little kitten,can't you just let him overstimulate you?And here he thought that you were the one that was going to break him!He didn't think he could make you this weak with just his tongue!
[JACK HOWL] The Spelldrive tornament was over and Jack made such an amazing job!You just needed to give him a prize,a treat if you may say!You called him to the lockers and got on your knees,at first he was confused but when you started to unbottoned his pants the boy became hard!The others Beastmens were looking at the scene,some of them were even stroking their cock and drooling like some kind of animals!But you didn't care,to focused on taking his cock deep in your throat and it wasn't as easy as you would think!He was huge,and it was hard to take him all in!In all of NRC,mister Howl is the second biggest you've seen! -Oh look at how good she is at sucking cock! -Hey Jack,after you're finished,I'll have my way with her! -Well one of us can fuck her while she is sucking Jack,dont'cha think? Hell it wasn't your plan but it still felt good so why would you say no to this,huh?
OCTAVINELLE
[AZUL ASHENGROTTO] You were under his desk,sucking him while he reviewed some of his contracts to see who didn't pay in time.And he was getting really mad when Jade,Floyd or one of his clients came into his office,so you had to take him like a good slut!He needed this,and he deserved it! -Oi Azuul!~Did you know,apparently little Shrimpy is going to take care of our dorm this week! -Floyd,he is the Housewarden,of course he knows! -May you two please go OUT? -What,are you that occ- OOOH THERE SHE IIIS!~ -Well well,that's kind of rude to just keep her all to yourself Azul,since when is she under your desk? -This morning!And my knees are starting to seriously hurt,this carpet is-UGH,Azul,don't force me to deep throat you! Oh poor him,all flurstered!~
[FLOYD AND JADE LEECH] Yes,they will fuck you at the same time.Whether it'll be one in your mouth and the other in you pussy or ass,or one in your ass and the other in your pussy,or even the two of them in the same hole!Do you know the song "Play with fire"?Well the line "my pleasure is their pain" is exactly what's your "relation"'s like(from Floyd and Jade's point of view of course-)!They love seeing you cry out in pleasure AND in pain!You're just so cute!And if you're up to it,then they'll fuck you in their eel forms!As long as there is food and it's warm then let's go! -Come on Shrimpy,just a little more 'kay? -Good girl,see?Doesn't it feel nice?Our dicks right where you wanted them~
SCARABIA
[KALIM AL-ASIM] Oh Kalim's a bit naughty when it come to sex!He isn't used to these feelings but it feels fucking good and he craves more!And guess what,you've never thought that he would overstimulate you like that!He just want so much more than what he already have,what a greedy little prince!He want to let everyone know how good he is at making you feel good so go ahead and scream his name!Let the whole dorm know what he is doing to you!Of course,don't worry about it,he is always your lovely little ray of sunshine~ -Please Y/N scream louder,let them know how much you like this!Please,be a good girl and scream like a whore! Yes..Lovely,isn't he?He will do anything to make you cry out from pleasure,you can do that for him don't ya!
[JAMIL VIPER] Hear me out : MASTER KINK DEGRADATION KINK and,of course HATE SEX! You'll be his obeidient little whore for as long as he wants you too~Don't get me wrong,he likes you a lot!But he need to distress and,since he doesn't have to use Snake Whisper on you,he just use you more!You are the perfect little fuck toy,do you know that?Get on your knees and suck your master's cock,go on! -That's it..Yes,this is perfect!Keep going and I'll promise you'll get your reward~ It's one of his favorite line when you suck him off!He just want to see someone beg him,he wanna see someone on their knees just for him!It make him feel so good,powerfull and important!And when it's you,it's waaayy more efficient!He could cum just by seeing you on your knees!You want his cock deep in you?Well then,get on all fours!He will fuck you reeaal good,and he may spank you a little!
POMEFIORE
[VIL SCHOENHEIT] Being this pretty can be reeaally stressfull!So,sometimes he needs to fuck your boobs.Yes,you 'heard' right!He want his cock between your pretty tits,and then,he want his cum on them!Slightly covering your chin and mouth as he keep sliding his cock between your boobs.And you don't have to do anything,just lay in his bed and be pretty for him,you can do that don't you?Of course,with Vil as your new client you HAVE to be perfect! -Ah..Yes,just like that,wait sweetheart,don't move around so much!You don't want to be punished,do you? Do you?Hmmmm maybe!But be prepared for a lot of edging and spanking!He might even bring Rook or Epel!
[ROOK HUNT] He just want to hunt you,so be the little prey you already are and run!Run little rabbit,or the hunter will catch ya! -Where are you little one?~ Maybe you are in one of our trees,or in my room?You wouldn't dare,would you?~ Buut he will never really touch you,he will maybe eat you out if you beg for it,but aside that he will not touch you.He will only watch you as you masturbate,slowly pumping his cock... -Come come little one,keep touching this pretty clit of yours.Keep going,I wanna see you cum..I wonder,how long will you last if my cock was in your pretty little cunt?~
[EPEL FELMIER] You said ONCE that you thought he was pretty cute and OH BOY YOU GOT POUNDED!He pushed you on the ground,forcing you on all fours and he pulled down your underwears and forced his cock into your hole!And he started to pound into you,saying harsh and dirty things in your ears as you tried to stay still.He wasn't the best when it come to sex (he was a virgin) but he still knew how to make up for it!And,oh goodness he is so much better when he is himslef! -Go on ya bitch,keep screaming I know you like it!Hah,not so cute now,am I? Wait,what did you said?Oh you don't like it when it's rough like that?!Pfft don't lie to him... -Oh quite yer bitching!I feel your pussy clenching around my cock!Say,what other disgusting things do you like huh?Do you like being chocked,do you like being spanked or being spitted on?Hah by the way you're tightning around me,i bet you do! Oh how naughty of you!
[NEIGE LEBLANCHE] When he first heard of a girl in this school he was so..EXCITED TO MEET YOU LIKE,oh goodness you must've been a princess,right!?But when he first saw you,you were half naked for some guys of Diasomnia.They were four,trying to use you at the same time : one in your mouth,one in your pussy,one in your ass and the other was letting you jerk him off.Since you were crying (from overstimulation) and almost blacking out he though that they were rapping you,and so he came to the rescue!After helping you clean yourself off,you explained to him why you weren't really happy that he helped you.He was soo flustered and also a bit horny.I mean,the princess he just saved was actually a free use slut!? -Here,let me show you my skills so you can truly understand why I am here. Even tho he wanted to say no,his body said otherwise..So he let you do it,he let you climb onto his lap and let you fuck him silly.And that's how the little Neige lost his virginity!Now,he desperatly wants to go with Che'nya when he visit you at NRC!
IGNIHYDE
[IDIA SHROUD] He is waaay too shy to TALK to you so don'- expect him to ask you for a blowjob..HIDE UNDER HIS DESK,HIS ROOM IS WAY TOO DARK SO HE WON'T SEE YOU! As he was playing video game with some of his online friends,Ortho being away playing with Kalim and the magic carpet,you licked his crotch making him yelp like an anime girl!He looked at you and,not wanting to lost his fight,tried to ignore you (spoiler alert : he couldn't,he was way too weak for that) -Yo bro,everything's fine?Did you lost your connexion? -N-no,it's nothing just,em..M-my cat,yeah..He jumped and- mph!..He's forcing me to pet him..! -Oh,never knew you had a pet!I love cats,he must be sooo cute! From where you were ,you could hear him trying to explain himself to his teammates,he was a stuttering and blushing mess (well,more than he already is I mean..) -Yeah,my kitten's actually pretty cute but,o-oh goodness,it sometimes seems like he want my death or s-something..
DIASOMNIA
[MALLEUS DRACONIA] Let me get this straigh : THIS MAN HAS TWO DICKS!He's huge and he has two,can you believe it!?It would never fit,right?!It did.Just so we're clear,it was too much since the begining. -Oh dear..I didn't know human's could be so tight..! For you sex-sion he decided to give you a pet name!It was his way of making you feel a bit more comfortable.He knows it hurt(by the look on your face) and he knows his reputation might not be the best..But he still likes you,so he do this,not just for his pleasure,but for yours too!When you say stop,he stop.It's that simple.He will try everything you want him to do : praise,bondage,degradation,edging,face-fuck,EVERYTHING! -Go ahead,try sucking it,it's not like I would bite you for doing so. Sucking him off is..A challenge.Not just because you can't take half of his lenght without gagging,but because you have to make a choice : Being chocked by his second cock or being unabbled of breathing because of his other one!You're choice deary,go on don't be scared.He don't bite,unless you're into that.
[LILIA VANROUGE] He's a menace. Really,I hope you don't mind being overstimulated 'til you black out because that is what will happend,oh yeah,and he teases a lot! -What's the matter,can't keep your eyes open for me?~ While he make you sit on his face,you have to look at him IN THE EYES!If you break the eye-contact you will get spank!That would hurt real bad,wouldn't it?This man isn't tall but his dick is freaking long dude!And he knows how to use it!Trust me,he is the best for making you cum fast and hard! -Come on little girl,you can give me another one,yeah?After all,I didn't cum yet,so you can't go~ Oof overstimulation..If you didn't quite catch what it mean by now,then have sex with mister Vanrouge and you will totaly understand!When I said "he is a menace" it means that he totally can fuck you anywhere,anytime,without sharing you.The boys and teachers will have to watch without complaint or else they'll have problems (yup,even the teachers.He doesn't care!)
[SILVER] He just asked you one day to,if you catch him sleeping somewhere,just ride his cock until you're satisfied.Yup,he wants you to use him as a stress relief when he is asleep.That way,you can do wathever you want without having to concentrate yourself on anything but your body and the feeling of his cock deep in that sweet tight hole of yours~And if he wakes up? -Oh,Silver!Didn't mean to wake you up.. -Don't worry,keep going.I won't last much longer anyway.. Not sure if he is talking about sleep or cum but do you really care?FUCK YOURSELF ON THAT SHAFT LADY!
[SEBEK ZIGVOLT] He didn't really want to fuck you at first but when he heard everyone,even the young master,telling how good you felt,how obeidient you were and how pretty and sexy you body looked,he decided to try you out.After all how can we say we don't like something if we've never tried it?And now he's addicted! -The young master wasn't liying,you truly are the perfect cock,-sleeve!Come on now human,one more time!
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Spooder anon here!!!! Sadly this is not a Peter the accountant ask but...
I have been having a lot of thoughts for MC who came back from the past but has aged yk. Like when she leftvthe past she was an adult and when she came back she was still an adult. MILF MC my beloved. Like before she was just 16 but know shes 20-30ish?? you didnt confirm the age so this will have to do. Just Silver seeing his mommy and his classmates thirstibg after his MILFy mom. I dont blame them. I would too. Just many thoughts about older!MC. Poor Silver. Not only does he have to deal with one of his dads as a teacher but now his mom who is older than the rest of the student body is here as a freshman as well. Dude just cant catch a break like Peter💀💀
[Masterlist]
Hello Spooder Anonie 🌷🌻🌺
I like to keep certain things broad ended like the age and such to let my readers decide on the route their MC would take in this AU. Though I have been writing the MC as if they came back in their age before they time traveled because it's easier (and well, time travel shenanigans lolol), but at the end of the day, it depends on the reader ☺️🌺
I also keep certain events unspoken about or written because I have my own ideas or I'm still thinking about how certain events will play through in this OT3. 💞🌻
But enough of my rambling, I don't have much to add to this. I do think though that YN would end up as a staff member at this point. She had plenty of time to learn about the world of twst in the time she was gone and she can't exactly be a student anymore at NRC at her age. She's human not a fae; it is much harder for humans to hide their age. (Well, without magic or potions that is).
So I can see her ending up being one of the staff members, though it doesn't mean that Silver still won't have his worries because…thirsty students lol. But honestly, who is going to dare anger any of the members of Diasomnia? Those with a death wish that’s who 🤣🫡
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