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faeryarchives · 5 months

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loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)

requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨ warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post! recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & its you, it always had been you

·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)

"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."

riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes

you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want

"you are not allowed to sleep in class!" "it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..." "you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays." "riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."

and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books

typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him. "no rule trivia for today?" "...huh?" "there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."

as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years

when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom

"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!" "i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"

riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.

then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think

absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn "ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next "riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"

riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.

after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself

"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?" "oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?" this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead. 'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child. "would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"

... oh. OH !!

prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes

and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!

** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!

·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)

"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."

leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa

just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around

"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him. "i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?" "just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.

doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different

it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.

but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around

"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?" "oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one." "..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks." "do your eyes really glow like that?" "huh? i don't know what you are talking about."

you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good

he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.

you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?" "you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time." you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."

now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.

the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise. "(name)-senpai?" "what's up, jamil?" "... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset "oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now." "no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"

leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?

while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa

"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly. "it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom. "aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"

everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games

and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary

"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.

you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you

... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you

**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!

·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)

"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"

the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.

so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case

surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'

he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩

it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you. "oh, hi azul. what is it about?" "how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?" "there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth "a pity... it seems like i am back to square one." "... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."

and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you

azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations

"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board. "what is with the random thought?" what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."

you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend

it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want

you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset

it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something

so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind

and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building

"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you." "well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look. "i thought i told you to let it go?"

after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!

seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!

"azul, do you know that i really admire you?" "me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-" "no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."

... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.

even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else

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dweeb-central · 4 months

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yuu cooked too much ft. heartlabyul, floyd, malleus, & ruggie

guys i entered a fugue state & wrote angst?? hcs

mc is used to cooking for a big family & accidentally mistakes recipe proportions, leaving them w way too much food. scenarios of them asking diff twst boys if they'd want some, mentioning why. a bit downtrodden with no family to share it with...

trey, cater, riddle... are touched. trey & cater both have big families, & their eyes soften at the mention of yours. trey especially empathizes with you, before he began cooking and baking for the majority of his dorm he cooked & baked for his family. he identifies with the habits of buying groceries in bulk & the need to keep the house stocked with anything five or more people could ever need (just in case). cater's interested to see what kinds of foods you'll cook. make him something from your heritage! he'll magicam it <3 or just save the memory in a photograph if you'd prefer. he'd love to listen to you talk about recipes & regional preferences & tastes. that goes for riddle too! his mom kept him on a strict diet for his childhood, but now that he's got the opportunity he'd love to learn about your heritage & culture! as he grows more outgoing he's learned more about the cultures of his peers & he'd probably be one of the most qualified (& excited) to answer any questions or point out any similarities with twisted wonderland cultures.

floyd... blinks his big wide eyes once, twice, & then launches himself towards you to wrap his arms tight & pick up straight up off the ground. "awwww, shrimpy misses their troupe! shrimpy's aaalways welcome to bring me dinner! we can play house!! i'll be the dad, you'll be the mom, azul will be our baby, and jade... he can be the dog and go play outside or something." ('- , -) you better stop him before he gets ahead of himself. least likely of octavinelle to bother you about selling the recipe to azul ((he'll give you a cut of the profits!)). still makes you cook in the mostro lounge kitchen, but only because he wants you to grow to feel more at home with him & in an environment he's used to... that way when he gets serious about his & shrimpy's relationship....

the adeuce duo... both go... quiet, at the mention of your past. it wasn't something you avoided talking about when you were reminded of something relevant, or things you enjoyed or saw, but... you don't talk much about your family. they don't ask much about your family. deuce feels a twinge of guilt—he doesn't shy away from talking about his mom, & he loves her too dearly to be ashamed or shy. he wonders if they make you feel as loved as his does. ace wonders if he should ask you about them more often. he's not exactly shy about his own family, but he doesn't exactly ever seek to bring them up in idle conversation. he wonders what your siblings are like. they give each other a resolved look above your head when you're not looking, & now they regularly (as much as they can) come over for dinners at ramshackle! if you're comfortable with it, they invite all the first years too. you hope they feel as familiar & familial to you as you feel for them. they hope you know they do.

malleus... feels a twinge in the back of his throat—maybe behind his eyes? his truest friend feels alone, something he recognizes deeply. he hasn't lost anyone close to him like that—at least, he doesn't feel like it. his lonely was a different sort, where he's never really known family like you have. but, he considers, maybe no one at this school has had to sacrifice more than his prefect. he wonders what dinners were like with that many, & you tell him. the bickering, the debates, the movie nights & commentaries, the nights spent making s'mores(?) over the fireplace. he wants dinners like that with you. you invite him to.

ruggie... might invite you to spend some time over with his family. not immediately, no way, but the thought lingered in his head long enough for his throat to burn with the words (& his cheeks to burn in embarassment). in reality, he grins a big wide grin & laughs his mischeivous little laugh. "i'll NEVER say no to free food. feel free to keep it coming! shehehe." he ends up coming over to help you cook a few times a month. it's a good excuse to spend time with you over a dinner he knows was cooked with love.

i had to google what a group of shrimp is called lol. could've actually been troupe OR run OR colony. i wonder if it's ooc that floyd knows this.... i mean, he is a fish man, so 🤷

#dweeb speaks #twisted wonderland #twst #yuu / mc / reader / prefect #heartslaybul x reader #riddle rosehearts x yuu #trey clover x yuu #cater diamond x yuu #floyd leech x yuu #ace trappola x yuu #deuce spade x yuu #adeuce #malleus draconia x yuu #ruggie bucchi x yuu #x reader #obligatory once a year post

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writingforatwistedworld · 9 months

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just thought of something random — shower thoughts. So, you know how even if you score 0 on twistunes it still counts as “clearing it”? Imagine you doing that with a self aware au. to make it funny, how about riddle, Vil, and Sebek

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, self-destructive behavior, violence, abusive behavior, unhealthy lifestyle, murder, religion, obsessive themes

Riddle Rosehearts/Vil Schoenheit/Sebek Zigvolt-Scoring 0 whilst playing Twistunes

Here you are, our (perhaps) determined twistunes player, usually (or maybe not) trying your best

And that is fine and dandy and lalala happy happy

The TWST cast, however, doesn't see the twistunes as rhythm mini games though

For them, you are guiding them in some sort of task, not hearing the huge orchestra that appeared out of nowhere

There is always your guiding hand, reassuring that things go right even when a certain feline (*cough* not looking at you Grim*cough*) decides to act all high and mighty

Until, one day, there you are not helping anymore

Another splendid day to do your most splendid bidding... in the form of baking a cake

Yeah, I know, what daunting task you have layed upon him!

But he know he doesn't need to worry. After all, you are there to help him (not like his magic could do that for him in one second I mean come on there has to be a spell to crack some eggs and spill some milk ISN'T SLEEPING BEAUTY CANON OVER THERE??!)

He picks up the whisk... and nothing

Ok... maybe you just weren't looking! So he puts it down and then picks it up again

Nothing… Aren't you funny! Messing with him like that… (No pls help he is dying on the inside has he broken a rule? He followed rule 199 perfectly, wear blue if you need to whisk eggs)

One second later and he is panicking

This is a test, right?

If you could look through the coding on the other side you would see a panicking riddle who is this close to setting the kitchen on fire

At least that is the case until Trey finally steps in and decides to help his childhood friend out

After everything is finally over, Riddle is panicking

He has lost your favor, you didn't help him with this mighty task: shoving dough into an oven

Riddle will without any question learn how to bake cakes

Heartslabyul will eat salty snacks after dinner for a while but ok, unlike other things Riddle has done in your name this is rather tame

That does not mean he is kind to himself though

He will deprive himself of anything that makes him happy. Whether that is cake or his precious time with his friends

Sooner than later he is once more the red tyrant on his throne, “chopping” heads off all the time once more.

But everything but imperfection for you

Vil was just practicing dancing for that competition again

He took great pride in being guided by you

After all, who could say they were being taught dancing by the personification of perfection itself? (Although he was surprised that you knew modern dances, most of the time you were pictured in more traditional and old-fashioned settings)

Until suddenly you didn't guide him anymore

And thus, the floor and Vils face became very good acquaintances (You could hear Rook screaming from somewhere "Pas le visage!")

On that day Vil learned that your guidance had one up and downside

The up was, he always danced perfectly. The down, he forgot how to do it on his own

Now, we are talking about mister I-have-at-least-500-Thaumarks-on-my-face-in-makeup

So of course he is going overboard immediately

"Oh how nice, Vil Schoenheit is practicing"- No. This guy has gotten a warning from his doctor that he needs to stop because otherwise his legs could sustain damage from so much training

Epel? Well Epel is living in hell right now. Poor little apple gets the full brunt of his frustration

Overall, Vil gets toxic, and I don't mean just toxic but toxic toxic, but what about his more private life?

Well, he is just miserable, and horrible to himself, but most of all miserable

He turns back to his self before his overblot, being unnervingly perfect, having absolutely no chill when it's about being his best self

But there has to be a reason why you have abandoned him. You are his muse, the reason why he forced Epel into a routine that can only be described with "uh... help?"

But enough excuses! He had his salad and now he needs to train. His doctor? Well his doctor doesn't want to achieve being close to you so what does he know

(He got send into the hospital with a broken leg later that day. Talk about self-destructive behavior)

(ouch, my ears)

Let's assume that Sebek gets a twistune in which he practices his skills with the sword

He thought you were proud of him, you helping him to become stronger so he could fulfill your bidding (well-seasoned yandere readers what I mean)

Then, he felt your guidance slipping like the sword now sticking dangerously close to his foot in the ground

Many screams, one description: panic

When Lilia heard the not so crocodile-y crocodile scream bloody murder on the outside he thought that someone just didn't speak fondly enough for Sebek about Malleus

So wannabe Batman was more than surprised when he learned that you just “abandoned” his student

This leads to now, Sebek sitting in front of the small altar he has in his room (a trademark of Valley of Roses students)

Seek isn't Malleus (I know, shockers) so there isn't gold

But what if there is something different he can offer you? You left him when he was using his sword so could you want… (No Sebek, no, stop it)

Suddenly disappearances happen all over the school

Weirdly, they seem mostly from Sunset Savanna or the Shaftlands… the two places where you are least seen as an alrighty ruler/God and more as an inspiration

Such a shame that the officer hired to look into this was also from the Shaftlands. Guess that adds to the pile of disappearances

All whilst this is happening Sebek is busy cleaning his clothing and sword. Can't be dirty when he prays to you

With hope in his voice he tells you about his deeds but why aren't you coming back? Is it not enough? It's not.. enough…

This world is filthy, he says. This world needs to be cleaned of the pests that don't show you the loyalty and respect, he says.

But what do you say? Exactly. Nothing.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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once a friend made me sit on his shoulders and carried me around, i got so shy when i realized there were some people staring at my thighs (they are already big when i sit down they get bigger, it was practically impossible to see my friend's head 🥸 ) could you do some twst boys reacting to this situation?

(I hope that didn't sound weird, I just like to see horny messed up boys)

Don't we all 😏

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Sitting On Their Shoulders | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Ft. Floyd Leech, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Trey Clover

Floyd Leech

If you’ve read about Floyd on my blog its practically my own cannon that he absolutely loves it

Your weight, your thighs, the warmth of your privates at the back of his head

He loves to squeeze people and no doubt probably likes to get squeezed himself

While he typically sees being squeezed as an activity for fun its also a kind of love-language

Especially with you

So much as touching him skyrockets his mood and has him smothering you in his affection

No doubt is drooling when you squeeze around his head

He gets off to to his weak mate attempting to compete with him

Even if that's not what your doing

He’s so close to your intimates its like he’s getting a taste before he gets the real thing

He’s not exactly sly enough to trick you so he’ll instead put you in situations where you owe him a favor

“Ne~Shrimpy you owe me! Five minutes and your not allowed to stop squeezing!”

Anyone who gets in the way will be squeezed into oblivion

He will not tolerate anyone interrupting in his (Y/n)-time

Interfering is like directly challenging an eel trying to mate

Showing that they are a rival:

Someone who’s getting put 40ft deep into the Coral Sea if they don’t stop

“Hehe your just askin’ for me to squeeze ya into an early grave!”

Jack Howl

Blushy and trying to keep calm

He no doubt offers his tall stature to help you fix something high up in Ramshackle

Because for some reason…some Savanna Claw students are borrowing the only ladder you were provided…

Anyway Jack is there to help

As the good friend he is

He doesn’t mean to enjoy this so much

But your weight on his shoulders makes him proud

But the rubbing of your…against his head is driving him insane

He wants to tell you he really does

“Mmmm”

“Is there something wrong Jack? Am I too heavy?”

“No! You are perfectI mean I worry that you may be slipping…perhaps squeeze a bit tighter?”

He knows it probably isn’t right that his tail wags so intensely when all he can smell is you

But he just can’t help it!

After all he couldn’t in good conscience let anyone take this task

After all they’d take advantage of you

“If you ever need uhm a ladder again, I’d be there.”

Epel Felmier

A real man can carry anything (so they say)

So of course he’d jump at the opportunity to hold you up

All the better if your squeezing him tight

Go ahead

Go tighter

He can handle

Don’t think he can?

he’s squeezing your thighs tighter around his face

“Keep going (Y/n)! D’ya think I’m weak?! Try me!”

Not struggling by your weight he’s overheating out of overexcitement

To be so close to you

To be able to feel you

He can easily rub his exfoliated cheeks against your plush skin

And he’s living the dream

“Hah~your really–hah~ really warm. It’s fine no worries.”

Trey Clover

He’s a brother first and foremost

So he’s done this many a time before

But the very action of feeling you grind upon the back of his head

And the heated warmth of your thighs on his ears

“Oh…whoa…this is…nice.”

He’s transcended into an experience of intimacy he’s never gotten

…from his other ventures

He may not let you down

Claiming to have gotten carried away, lost in thought as he returns to playfully toss you on his bed

“Let’s do this properly (Y/n). You shouldn’t be teasing anyone but me. And even if you are…I can only stay calm for so long.”

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Just Pretend-eleven

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: for this one, no theories or what ifs. it's all from our owns personal experience which makes it cathartic for us and maybe some of you. MUST LISTEN TO EILEY BY TOO CLOSE TO TOUCH! DURING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. HEADS UP: there will be talks of suicidal thoughts throughout this chapter so please please please, read with caution.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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READER

My feet took me almost in autopilot mode to the end of the hallway where the door urged me forward while my heart kept screaming at me to turn around; go back. The tears that gathered in my eyes were blinding me and I could barley see as I pushed through the door, quickly ascending the staircase. So many questions filled my brain and nearly knocked me on my ass, I had to grasp at the railing. I gasped for breath, my lungs being crushed by the weight of leaving him. His broken eyes begging me to come back, not to leave. But my own issues kept me from following my heart.

Why did I leave? Why did I fucking leave? Why couldn’t I just talk? Why did I leave him like that?

Those usually bright eyes filled with so much darkness and sadness, it made me stumble over my feet as I neared the door that led out to the roof of the hotel. The wind brushed around me in rapid waves as I came to a sudden halt in the middle of the roof. Even though it was four in the morning, the hustle and bustle of the city noise carried all the way up here.

Why was I so worried about a future I wasn’t even sure I was going to have?

My mind was clouded with images of Noah and how I left him I didn’t realize I was standing at the edge of the roof until my foot slipped. I cursed while steading myself on my feet and stared down at the passing cars. If I was being honest, I wish I didn’t save myself from falling.

As I stood at the ledge, memories of Noah and I played in a loop in my brain as the weight on my chest caved in. Two hearts that beat in sync but they could never be.

When he first stepped off the bus, taking all the breath out of my lungs.

The day at the zoo where he bought me the stuffed wolf; the one Trey tossed out of the bus in his rage.

Our afternoon at the beach where we had a heart to heart conversation, one of many, and it made me realize Noah was someone I could trust. He made me feel so free and alive that day; like the crow.

When he analyzed my lyrics that first night of tour in the green room and how passionate he looked.

A choked sob crawled out of my throat when the memory of the night we lost Keaton slammed into me. Then his funeral and how broken Noah was that entire day. I thought I lost him into the darkness that was grief but no, quite the opposite happened. My lips tingled as I remebered our first kiss, the one we shared that night.

I should have known how fucked I would be for Noah Sebastian from that moment.

“Fuck!” I screamed while falling to my knees, sobs plowing through my entire body.

My chest finally caved in, bones crushing into dust, as that negative voice that buried itself so deep within years ago continued to chastise me for my decision.

You’re a fucking idiot.

How could you leave him like that?

He begged you to come back. He wanted you to stay until the morning.

Did you expect him to be okay with never having a family?

What man doesn’t want a future like that?

I told you he wouldn’t want to stick by all that bullshit.

“Stop it!” I smacked my palms onto my forehead repeatedly to quiet the voices.

It didn’t work; they only got louder and more persistent.

I tried to tell you, babe. Being with him only leads to heartbreak.

“Just get out! Get out of my head! I beg, please, just get out! Get out of my head before I cave in!” I screamed, now digging my palms into my eyes.

I was absolutely exhausted and unbelievably unhappy. I hated myself and was so angry for what I did. Noah and I were so happy and to see him smile that grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling made my heart burn in my throat. The tattoos that covered his toned stomach with slight pudge in the center. Soft skin and a comfortable smell I wanted to be buried in.

A mochi. My mochi.

No, not yours. You walked away.

I ruined it. I possibly, could have, most definitely destroyed the best thing that could have happened to me, besides this band. My hands shook, my body, my knees were weak. I should have stopped by my hotel room to bring some alcohol with me on this venture up here but knew if Chase or Malcolm saw me, they’d want to know what happened.

Shit.

Everyone had to know by now what happened, I’m sure they do.

Oh god, what did I do? To hurt Noah was like walking on broken glass. I never wanted to hurt him.

But you did, you bitch, you did!

“Oh Keaton,” I sobbed on my knees. “I ruined everything. You knew him better than me, what would he have done if I told him the truth and stayed!?”

Besides Chase and Malcolm, Keaton knew about my secrets only because he was there when the pain was unbearable. He helped me through it. So now, in this desperate time of need and confusion, I called out to the one person who couldn’t give me an answer.

CHASE

“Fuck, what do you think happened?” Malcolm wondered while tossing on a sweater.

I quickly stepped into a pair of sweatpants then ran a hand over my buzzed head. “I don’t know. But whatever it was, fucked both of them up.”

His hands shook as he tried to type something out on his phone and knowing Malcolm better than anyone, I knew he was seconds away from his own panic attack.

“Steven,” he wiggled his phone. “He’s wondering if there’s anything they can do to help find her?”

“No,” I said a little too quickly. “Tell them to take care of Noah; we’ll take care of Y/N.”

She was our responsibility; we made that promise to her father years ago when he came to visit. He couldn’t watch after her so he entrusted us to. We failed with Trey; we let him burry his claws so deep into her and now we’re afraid that whatever happened with Noah we wouldn’t be able to get her back.

Malcolm realized that too because his hands shook and breathing became uneven.

“Hey,” I said softly while covering his hands with my own. “We’ll find her, we always do.”

“I know,” he swallowed. “I’m just-worried. She told me earlier that she was going by Noah’s room to hang out. I didn’t think-.”

I cupped his cheek and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “Why don’t you stay here in case, she comes back. I think I know where she might be.”

Malcolm eased into my touch, emerald eyes glowing from the moonlight casting in through the window, and if it was any other moment, I’d tell him I love him.

He knew already, but I still liked to remind him.

“I love you,” he breathed a long deep breath.

With a final kiss, I muttered I loved him back against his lips, before pocketing my phone and slipping out of the room. I didn’t bother checking throughout the hotel for her. There’s only one place she’d be.

The roof.

Y/N’s always had this fascination with behind higher than others. She wanted to feel like one of the Gods on Mount Olympus. But I didn’t doubt right now, she felt smaller than a peasant in past Athens.

The door to the roof was open, cold winds blowing down the fire escape stairs as I reached the top, eyes immediately landing on a figure curled up with their knees to their chest, sobs being drowned out by the noise from down below in the streets.

Panic set deep within my stomach as I neared her. “Y/N?”

At first my voice was quiet, so I said her name again, this time deeper; louder as I kneeled in front of her. “Y/N!”

Her eyes struggled to open due to how swollen they were from her crying, mascara running down her cheeks and staining her face.

“Sweets,” I sighed with slumped shoulders.

“Chase?” My name came out raw, a clear sign that her voice had gone horse; from what, I wasn’t sure.

“What are you doing up here?” I questioned while taking off my sweater and wrapping it around her shoulders.

She was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her lips were blue from the cold of the predawn air and she shivered as I rubbed my hands up and down her arms.

“Oh, gods. What did we do?” Y/N cried while falling into my chest.

For a moment, I didn’t move her although I knew I needed to get her inside to warm up, but I decided another minute wouldn’t hurt. She needed that extra minute to let out all of her pent-up feelings and doubt. Something happened in that room between her and Noah tonight and I didn’t care how long it took, she would tell us what happened.

I hushed her cries with a soothing hand to her back, cradling her, until the cries lessened and her body went limp against me; she must have dozed off again. So lifting her into my arms, I carried her back down the stairs towards our floor and as I turned the corner, our room only two doors down, I stopped mid-step when my eyes landed on Steven and Matt.

Anger filled me for the briefest of moments but I tried to let it go. None of knew what happened so it wouldn’t be right for me to get upset with either of them. They weren’t in the room with Noah and Y/N.

“She okay?” Matt asked.

I nodded. “Found her up on the roof. She’s fucking freezing and I don’t know how long she was up there for.”

Steven sighed while running a hand over his tired face. “I’m glad she’s alright; given the circumstances. We’ll let the others know.”

Not bothering to say anything else, I stepped between the two of them so they could get a good look at how broken Y/N was; blue lips, puffy eyes, and face stained with makeup and tears. Noah wasn’t the only one hurting, she was too.

When I knocked on the hotel room door, I could physically see the relief fall away from Malcolm’s shoulders as he opened the door, letting me step inside.

“Get the blankets,” I motioned towards the bed.

He pulled them away so I could lay Y/N gently into the bed, both of us covering her with the mounds of blankets; and a few from the closet. As I stepped away to let her sleep, cold fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist.

“Chase.”

My name came out broken on her chattering lips and I laid a gentle hand on her face. “Get some rest, sweets. We can talk in the morning.”

She shook her head. “No, I n-nee-need-.”

Malcolm sat on the edge of the bed next to her while I stood behind him. “What do you need?”

“No-Noah,” Y/N forced out through the chills her body continued to attack her with.

“Y/N,” I sighed. “He’s not in a good place right now.”

Her eyes glimmered with tears before they fell from her eyes in groves. “It’s all my fault.”

Malcolm tensed under my touch on his shoulder. “What happened?”

Y/N remained silent as she stared up at the ceiling for a few long beats then she turned over in bed so she could face towards us, clutching the pillow closer to her chest.

Now I kneeled down in front of her so I could look directly into her eyes. “You need to tell us what happened.”

Malcolm wiped away her tears as she let out an unsteady breath. “I asked him a stupid fucking question.”

“What did you ask Noah?”

There was a slight hesitation in her words. “Where he wanted to be in 10 years.”

Malcolm and I shared a look with each other, not sure how that simple question could cause this much damage between them. Y/N could read us like a book, from start to end, so she immediately knew what we were thinking.

“Noah said one day, he wants a family, a dog and cats and a little wooden house,” she explained flatly.

Then it all clicked into place, the puzzle of the night with that simple word; family.

That subject always had been a sore subject with Y/N so we never brought it up. We knew how hard she had to work for things, especially that, so it was understandable why she freaked out the way she did.

“Sweets, it’s alright,” I cooed while brushing the hair away from her face. “He didn’t know.”

Malcolm agreed with a nod while rubbing her back. “I’m sure if you talk to him about it, Noah will understand.”

Suddenly, she was pushing away from us and stumbling out of the bed, both of us watching her pace with worry in our eyes.

“You guys don’t understand the pain. You don’t know how he looked!” Y/N pounded her chest. “It’s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. This pain is the reminder, he is real.”

“Y/N,” I cautioned while rising to my feet and slowly walked over to her. “Everything will be alright.”

She jerked her hand away from me. “No, it won't! I did what I always do, Chase! I panicked and ran away. I so badly wanted to stay. Fuck, you guys should have seen his face when he asked me to stay- the crinkles, the cheeks, so sweet I just- I can’t believe I did this. I’m so damaged, guys, so damaged.”

I stood there frozen, unsure how to console Y/N because we’d never seen her like this; so broken. Tears fell from her eyes as her chest caved in with each deep, stuttering breath. As Malcolm pulled her into his arms, I took out my phone and typed out a message to Nicholas.

I know what happened.

MALCOLM

“Are you sure you two will be alright?” I asked while adjusting the bag on my shoulder.

Chase nodded while wrapping a protective arm around Y/N’s shoulder; she hasn’t slept since he brought her back into the room just a few hours ago. She was running on fumes, we all were, but I knew the long day she had ahead of her. She needed every ounce of energy she could find.

“We’re mostly going to pick up Salem,” Chase said.

Fuck, the cat.

I cringed at the mention of Y/N’s cat; soul as dark as its fur.

“I swear that cat fucking hates me,” I grumbled while leaning closer into Chase.

He chuckled while leaning up to kiss me, since I was a few inches taller than him. “I would say thats not true but we all know it is.”

Y/N let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll do my best to make sure he stays out of your guys’ room.”

I had to admit; it was really good to hear her laugh, even if it was a quiet one.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I asked.

Her face flinched with my words but she quickly recovered. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

“Last call for flight 3E for Los Angeles. Now boarding.”

The three of us glanced over towards the group of people that were sitting in the same lounge we were. Nicholas was sitting next to Noah, who refused to lift his gaze from the chip nail polish on his fingers. Jolly was talking with Folio and when he felt us staring, Nicholas gave a curt nod to Chase.

Without Y/N noticing, he pulled out his phone to send a text to Nicholas. After we told him we knew what happened, we promised we would tell him everything; about Y/N, her condition, and why she left.

“Do you?” I asked Y/N, nodding towards Bad Omens.

She shook her head, not daring to look any of them in the eye. “I can’t.”

“Okay,” I smiled weakly. “Call me when you guys land, I want to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Chase and I shared a kiss before I pulled Y/N into my chest, her arms wrapping around me.

“Thank you,” she muttered into my shirt.

It was hard for me to show affection but for her; I found it easier.

I placed a kiss on top of her head. “Anytime, buttercup.”

With a final wave towards the two people that mean everything to me, I turned my back and fell into line with the large group of others that were flying back to Los Angeles. I stood a few spaces behind Noah, who could barley lift his head up, the weight of what happened last night pressing down on his shoulders. Guilt ate away at my insides knowing that I could fix it but it wasn’t my place too. The part of me that needed to fix the bad with something good was overpowering. Any time something got too tense or awkward, I was always there to smooth it over with my humor; but this wasn’t one of those times.

“Hey.”

Turning on my heels, I gave a small smile towards Jolly. “What’s up, man?”

“You’re not going to Vegas?”

We both took a step forward as the line moved slowly. “No, I’m heading back to LA to get our new place set up.”

“Right,” Jolly nodded. “You’re only a few miles from us now.”

“Yea.”

Silence fell between us and I shifted on my feet, my anxiety about this whole situation suddenly becoming too overbearing. I felt as if my lungs were being crushed from the inside out. Knowing that someone I loved was hurting because of a choice they made killed me. I wanted to fix things. I needed to fix this. It’s what I’d done all my life as the middle child. I was there to fix my younger brothers smile when our dad hit him a little too hard. I was there to fix my mom when my dad took his anger out on her instead. I hated not being able to fix the division that stood between Noah and Y/N.

Breathe, Chase’s voice cooed in my mind. Deep breath in, long breath out.

“They’ll be alright,” Jolly’s voice broke me out of my inducing panic.

We watched Noah’s head lift finally from the ground as the flight for Las Vegas was called. His eyes danced around the room, searching for someone, but it was too late. Y/N and Chase had made it to the other end of the airport, their flight leaving minutes after ours. Defeat and possibly anger radiate off of Noah as he handed his boarding pass to the attendant behind the desk and grumbled his thanks before slipping down the long hallway towards the plane.

“She didn’t mean to break him,” I defended Y/N. “She’s going through something that takes a lot out of her every month. It’s a constant battle between what she wants and what her body needs.”

“I know,” Jolly nodded. “We’re here if any of you guys want to talk.”

I bumped fists with him. “Thanks, man.”

READER

There’s a thousand voices in my head, all saying the same fucking thing, and I hoped they didn’t take a rope around my neck.

Pathetic.

You can’t give him what he wants.

He won’t wait for you. He’ll find it with someone else.

I slammed the pillow over my head to smother the voices away. The darkness that clouded over my room did nothing to help the raging pain that pounded within the confines of my skull. Everything hurt and screamed for release but I did nothing. I’d rather let my body succumb to it than ease it because once the pain was gone, memories of Noah crept back in and I didn’t want to be reminded of what I did.

How beautiful his face looked when he asked me to say until morning.

How broken his face looked when I said no.

And how destroyed his face was when he begged me to come back.

Noah’s face haunted me every single night the last two weeks that I refused to sleep for longer than a few hours because I would eventually wake with a scream, his name echoing off my walls. The guilt of walking away sat heavy on my chest as I sat in bed, scattered pens, papers, and a fully charged laptop at my feet.

Rain pelted hard against the large windows of my bedroom and I sighed, knowing there was another full day of storm's head; figuratively and literally.

Salem’s soft meow broke me from my frozen trace and I picked him up from the floor to set him in my lap. He purred loudly as I scratched his head, letting the softness of his black fur calm my racing heart.

“I know Chase already fed you, stop trying to get second breakfast.”

It had been a few weeks since I moved in with Chase and Malcolm, all of us falling into living together quite fast, until the pandemic hit and forced us inside. I didn’t mind it, being holed up in my room with my writing and Salem, but Chase was going stir crazy. He was the social one out of the three of us, and knowing he couldn’t go out to see friends or even go for a hike was making him bang his head against the wall.

Malcolm, on the other hand, loved staying home. He spent the time writing music on his bass or baking bread. According to Chase, the first few batches weren’t that great, but he didn’t dare tell Malcolm that.

I stayed in my room most of the day, only seeing one of them when they occasionally checked in on me or brought me something to eat; like right now.

A soft knock on my door made me tear my gaze away from the page full of lyrics.

“Hey sweet,” Chase said while leaning against the doorframe. “Are you hungry?”

I shook my head.

Salem jumped off of my lap and scurried towards the light that poured in from the hallway, clearly having enough of the dark somber of my bedroom.

“You have to eat something,” Chase sat at the end of my bed.

I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. “I’m not hungry. I’ll come down and eat something for lunch soon.”

“It’s almost six in the evening, Y/N,” he sighed. “You’ve been up here all day.”

Shit, have I?

Glancing to the clock on my nightstand, I realized he was right.

“Oh,” I shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”

Chase pointed to the papers in front of me, a silent way of asking if he could read it so I agreed with a nod.

I wanna feel something. That's not the touch of your breath on my neck. I wanna feel something. That's not the weight of your world in my head. And all the walls are caving in.

“This is really good,” he mused while handing it back to me.

I simply hummed in response, not exactly sure what he wanted me to say.

“Anything else?” I asked after some silence, keeping my eyes trained hard to the rain splashing against the window behind Chase.

His jaw ticked. “You’re killing yourself, Y/N. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Just call him and explain-.”

My eyes snapped over to Chase. “No, there’s nothing to fucking explain. I walked away from him, I hurt him, Chase. He won’t forgive me.”

“You don’t-.”

“Yes, I do! You don’t see what I see!” I pointed to my head. “Every fucking night his face haunts me. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat because it makes me fucking sick.”

I choked on a sob as tears slipped from my eyes down to the scatter of pages on my bed. My cries drowned out the rain as Chase pulled me down to bed, letting me lay against his chest, the wetness of my mistakes staining his shirt.

Memories of Noah will always fucking haunt me; how devastated he looked as I turned my back to him. I tried to force them away by thinking of anything else but truth was is I didn’t think he was going anywhere, soon. I’ve done some things that I can’t speak and I tried to wash Noah away, but he wouldn’t leave. Although, part of me was almost begging him to keep haunting me just, so I had an excuse to see his face.

I think I’m possessed, that was the only explanation. He put a fever inside me and I’ve been cold since I left him in that room weeks ago.

CHASE

I walked passed Y/N’s door again; she needed to eat. She hasn’t eaten anything since dinner last night and that was a small bowl of cereal. It was nearly two in the afternoon and if she continued at this rate, she’d be a mess of skin and bones. I was supposed to be out with Malcolm but felt as if I should stay back. Something was deep-rooted in my gut that I needed to be home with Y/N today.

My knuckles raised to the wood of her door, ready to knock, but stopped when I heard that song play yet again. Y/N’s had it on repeat every day for the last three days, nothing else coming from her room besides Keaton’s voice.

Fuck, why did she have to torture herself like this?

I sighed, knowing this was going to be a whirlwind, and pressed my ear to the door. Her soft, broken, voice singing. Suddenly the music stopped for a few seconds before Y/N replayed it and got louder.

Who was she talking to?

“How can you say this was all part of your plan, start explaining?”

“I knew you wanted me to meet him! I fucking knew it! Well guess what, Keaton?! I did; I fucking did, and now look! Look what happened!”

Keaton.

I ran a hand over my buzzed head and quickly typed out a message to Malcolm, who was out shopping. Since the ban had been lifted a few days ago, we were planning a small vacation just the two of us in a few weeks and he was buying things we needed.

Well, as long as Y/N was in the right headspace, we would leave her. But with what I was hearing on the other side of the door, I was afraid our vacation would have to get pushed back.

She’s blasting Eiley again. But now she’s talking to Keaton, blaming him for her meeting Noah. I don’t know what else to do, Mal.

What sounded like something falling over and breaking made me press my hear against the door again.

“Left with this hole, six feet of dirt I can’t fill,” Y/N’s raw but powerful voice called out into the air.

My phone buzzed with a text from Malcolm.

We need to talk with Nick. There’s not much else we can do, babe.

I sighed, knowing he was right, and quickly sent a text to Nick to see if he was free sometime next week. I remember him saying in our Hollow Omens group chat he was flying back from Virgina on Friday to see everyone.

Of course, neither Noah nor Y/N would ever respond in the chat, not wanting to risk saying something to each other. Maybe if they did, she wouldn’t be talking to the ghost of her best friend.

“Oh god, it hurts,” she wailed and I could picture her clutching her chest. “Why did I do this? Why did you fucking leave us both like this?”

A loud thud had me taking a step away from the door, thinking she was about to come barreling through but realized she was throwing things against the door and walls of her bedroom.

“I’m no better than you! I fucking left him. He wanted me, all of me, and I fucking left!”

“Oh, sweets,” I let out a shaky breath, hands reaching for the doorknob.

“He was mine, he was mine!”

She was mine; she was mine!

I hesitated opening the door at what I heard. Did she? Did Y/N change the lyrics of the song so it was as if she was saying Noah was hers?

Something fell to the floor, glass shattering, and Y/N’s ear piercing screams dug the knife deeper into my heart and I slammed through the door, it slamming against the wall next to me. All the blood drained from my face at the scene in front of me; Y/N was curled up on the floor crying, a framed photo on the floor smashed to pieces. She was clutching a piece of glass in her hand, droplets of blood falling to the wood floor beneath her.

“Fuck, Y/N!” I cursed while sliding on my knee’s in front of her to snatch the piece of glass from her tight grip, slicing my fingers. “Oh, come on sweets, get up! Don’t-don’t do this.”

Fear of what would have happened if I went out with Malcolm dug their nails into me but I refused to acknowledge the pain. Not right now, I can think of the what if’s later. Righ now, Y/N needed me.

Hollow, sunken, and bloodshot eyes stared up at me through the tears that clouded her vision. “I ruined everything, I ruined everything! His face! You didn’t see it! You don’t know!”

Her ramblings had been the same for a month now, never changing.

“Sweets, hey, it’s okay.” I cupped her face. “You didn’t, you’ll figure this out! You’ll talk to him, he’s not gone for good, Y/N. He’s here, he’s here.”

It killed me holding her; she was in agony. She felt like she ended Noah for good. It was almost as if she confused her feelings of grief and heartbreak into two. Noah was alive, his flesh and blood was still awake, he was numbing but he was there. She needed to remember this; she needed to know the feelings she was suffering through had a chance to get better.

“He’ll never see me the same,” Y/N kicked the broken frame away from us but I could see what picture it held; Noah and her at the zoo while they waited for the wolves to come out of hiding.

Unbeknownst to them at the time, I smacked Bryan’s chest so he could take a few pictures of them.

“Just give it time, just give it time.” I said while holding her, rocking her back and forth.

A little kiss on her head. My sister, my friend.

MALCOLM

“Hey sugar baklava,” I knocked on the door frame to Y/N’s room.

She was sitting at the large bay window, sunshine brushing its bright rays across her pale face and dark floors. It's been a few days since Chase found her with the piece of glass in her hand and ever since then, we made it a rule that she had to keep her door open. We didn’t care if she continued to hide away up here but the door needed to be open. It might have been a teenager rule, but we didn’t want to take any chances. We already knew she was hiding things from us so this was the only way.

“Where’s your head at?” I leaned up against the wall while crossing my arms over my chest.

Y/N chuckled at the nickname but I could see there was no light behind those usual bright eyes. She’d been sitting in that same spot for the last day and a half; hair not washed since I can’t remember when, clothes piled up, notebooks out with a variety of lyrics scribbled on every pages and her laptop always had a full charge due to the plug remaining inside it.

Through the pain, she smiled up at me. “Just the usual, contemplating my fucked life and all its wonders.”

I inhaled deeply while stiffing up straight. “I know what you’re going to say, but you are more than welcome to hang out with us at Applebees later. They have dollarRitas.”

“Thank you, maybe,” she smiled weakly.

“I’m worried about you.” I sighed with concern. “We all are.”

Salem clawed his way out from underneath her bed to stretch wide in the one spot on the floor the sun touched. If it wasn’t for that furry little creature that hated my guts, I don’t want to think of where Y/N would be right now.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured while holding up a granola bar. “Bring me back some tacos?”

“Deal,” I smiled.

Turning my back to leave, her voice called after me. “Mind feeding Salem on your way out?”

My eyes cast down to my feet as the black cat sat between them, dark green eyes staring deep into my soul.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your cat wants to kill me,” I shivered at the thought.

She chuckled. “As long as you feed him, you’ll live!”

MALCOLM

The noise of the city faded to a dull buzz as I set down my second empty margarita class and pushed away the rest of my lunch. We were sitting on the patio at Applebee’s, the warm Los Angeles air doing nothing to ease the shake in my bones.

“How’s she doing?”

I nodded towards Nick who sat across from Chase and I. “Depends on the day you ask. But after the other day, we’re watching her like a hawk.”

He raised a brow. “What happened?”

Chase and I shared a look before eventually telling Nick about catching her with a piece of glass in her hand.

“You don’t think-?”

“I don’t know what to think, man,” Chase took a long drink of his beer. “I catch her breaking shit then holding a piece of glass in her hand so tight she cuts herself? Thankfully, she didn’t need stitches but if I wasn’t home, who knows what could have happened. She’s playing with her health and I don’t know what to do to help her.”

“What do you mean?” Nick wondered.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. “She hasn’t been taking her medication. There’s at least six more pills than there should be. And two extra vials.”

“What about Noah?” Chase asked, suddenly not wanting to change the subject.

He adjusted the sunglasses that was perched on his nose. “His drinking is getting worse. We want to be stoked because he’s written two really great songs but the alcohol dulls the excitement.”

Chase spun the ice in his drink with the straw and sighed. “Y/N has Eiley on blast until 2 am, hunched over in pain and screaming into her pillows. Writing at random. It’s killing me, to watch her like this.”

“Noah’s been playing Sympathy a lot too, while downing the bottle of whiskey and writing. A fuckin mess, man,” Nick leaned back into the chair.

“Can I tell you something?” Chase asked.

“Shoot,” Nick nodded.

“If fucking hurts to hear this but sometimes, when she plays Eiley, so faintly I can hear her singing. There’s a part in the song where Keaton’s broken as he says she was mine-fuck- I hear Y/N sometimes crying and changes the words-.”

Chase paused, trying to find the right was to convey what he was feeling and Nick tilted his head in wonder.

“He’s mine, he was mine. He was mine,” I finished for Chase, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get the words out.

“She regrets it all, Nick.” Chase rested his arms on the table so he could look directly at Nick. “I think-no I know, she loves him. Y/N fell for him so hard, and I don’t think she’ll ever forgive herself for leaving that room.”

“I know,” he sighed. “That’s why I’m on her side for this as well. You told me what she’s going through, it makes sense why she freaked out the way she did.”

I shifted in my seat. “Did you tell Noah?”

“No,” Nick firmly shook his head. “That's something you two or Y/N has to tell him.”

Chase reached for my hand under the table and once our fingers were linked, I gave Nick my best stern gaze. “We have to do something.”

For a long few beats, we were silent, thinking of ways that we could help these two talk again. They weren’t going to do it on their own; the needed help.

“We’ll shoot them both a text,” Nick began. “Same time, telling them to get their heads out of their asses, because let’s be real- they’re stubborn as hell and won’t listen to us directly. They need an outsider to call them both out to wake the hell up.”

“So what? I text Noah while you text Y/N?” Chase wondered.

Nick nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. They need help, they both do, desperately and they need each other. They’re just being ridiculous about it.”

There was a clear hesitation in my expression with Nick's idea. “You know it’s not gonna magically happen over night though right?”

“Of course not, but I have a hunch it’ll work,” Nick assured while throwing some money on the table for his lunch.

“What we need to do is get them to seek help. They have soon many unresolved issues, deep-seeded. They need to get help and get them to at least be friends again. They’re in love with each other. That won’t change, but the circumstances have to.”

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The pillows muffled my screams as I clutched my abdomen, the stabbing, sheering pain spreading through my veins like wildfire. Every fiber of my existence was screaming at me to stop the pain, make it all go away, but I ignored it. I needed to feel this; it was the only thing that made me feel anything at all.

Eiley played on a loop through my speakers as I spoke into the air above me.

“Choose me over him, I often wonder why.”

“How can I face him again, Keaton? How? How can I ease the pain, he’s mine. He was mine.”

Rolling over to my other side once the pain stopped for a few moments, I started at the basket on top of my nightstand. 1, 2, 3, 4, bottles, and one syringe. They just stare at me. I counted each bottle, and that syringe repeatedly. A reminder of the work it takes to make myself normal. A reminder of what happens every month like fucking clockwork. A reminder that no man would ever want to stay with me and deal with this alongside me.

“Noah would,” I muttered into the pillow that was stained with my tears.

Yeah? Well you ruined that, sweetie.

I’ve had fans ask me, “how do I keep myself from losing myself entirely?” All I can tell them is that it can’t rain all the time. I hide the pain behind a smile and slip into a parallel universe.

I’m constantly making a series of small holes in a row, mistakes I made in my membrane between here and there until an opening exists. And who can resist an opening?

So do I take the meds? Or do I lay here and rot?

I’ll take them tomorrow. It’s already too late in the day, no need to take them.

It was the same thing I told myself every morning when I would wake up and stare at the medication. The same thing for the last month.

Maybe if I stopped taking them, I would go back to my natural state. I could succumb to the natural order of things, or maybe the pain would be so severe I’d be fine with dying.

Okay.

No. Stop. Stop that!

The voices continued to fight with each other as I dug my palms into my eyes, hoping his haunting face would leave; even for a few seconds.

Maybe I could wait for the dust to settle.

Eiley started playing yet again and I narrowed my eyes up towards the ceiling. “If this is all part of your plan, Keaton then start explaining because this is fucking bullshit. You wanted us together, well fucking give me a sign it’s worth it.”

I stared at those bottles and wondered why any of this mattered when my phone buzzed from underneath my pillow. Groaning, I had every intention of ignoring it, thinking it was the Hollow Omens group chat of Folio saying something he thought was funny; most of the time it was. But today, the pain was so debilitating that I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

Nicholas: Hi.

I sucked in a breath, not expecting a solo text from him. I wanted to leave him on read because there was no reason for him to be texting me. What’s there to say? He's my friend, but Noah is his brother, why would he care about me at all? I hurt his friend.

But.

That one word weighed heavy on my mind as my shaking fingers typed out two letters back.

The bubbles popped up and stopped, then popped up again, before proceeding to another text.

I hope you’re alright, Y/N. and doing okay. I hear you moved in with the guys, a great idea and I’m glad you’re settled in.

That message I left on read only because I was hunched over my bed now, dry heaving saliva into the bowl that had a permanent spot next to my bed on the floor. The pain was becoming too much; like an animal with razor like claws were digging through my skin to be set free. My stomach was being ripped to shreds.

It wasn’t until almost an hour later once the pain and my screams of agony finally stopped that I had the courage to look at my phone; the text from Nick smacking me in my face.

Y/N, first I just wanna say this: it isn’t my business to step in or to make assumptions I know everything. I had a talk with Chase and Malcolm, and I understand to a degree what you’re feeling right now. I will admit, I was angry at you; you hurt my friend. Noah isn’t doing well right now, but he’s trying. However, I’m trying to remain mutual about this. I see what you both have; I see what you’re both capable of even if you don’t right now. He needs something; he needs someone stable in his life who can give him the comfort he’s been searching for; I thought that could be you; you acted as if it was. Maybe it still is?

Ten minutes in between this text and the next one.

I would never step in and say something like this to anyone, but because of our current friendship and the situation that’s in front of us, I had to. Because I care about you both. Noah deserves better than what you did; he deserves better than walking out with more questions than answers. But you deserve better than the trauma Trey left you with. My friend’s not perfect but he’s not that fucking guy. All I ask is that you dig deep and see that you can really work through this. Not just alone but together. Don’t be a stranger, Y/N. Please don’t. We miss you.

My eyes blinked a few times at the screen, wondering if what I just read actually was there. Everything Nick said was one hundred percent the truth. Especially the part where Noah deserves better than what I did. But so did I. I also deserved better than what Trey left me with.

I gazed back up towards the ceiling, a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips. “Thanks, Keaton.”

READER

When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it. I wrote that fucking song repeatedly, a better perspective- a perspective of what I wanted to do that night.

I’ll face my fear of the cold nights

When you leave me behind

I felt your hands in my hair

I felt your breath on my neck

Yeah, I need to feel you again

Just wanted to say good night

Our eyes fighting the light

But I’m not ready to say good night oh

I try and hold on tight ‘cause it’s just not time to say good night

To say good night

One song completed last week and another one just needing the finishing touches. It was all falling into place; well, most things. All I wanted was for Noah to call me when he woke up. I wanted to be in his sweet dreams. But almost three days after Nick texted me, my phone remained silent. Nothing, no texts or calls from Noah. Which at the moment was fine because currently, Malcolm and Chase stood at the foot of my bed with their arms crossed over their broad chests, eyes staring daggers into me.

“The syringe?” Chase asked.

I nodded. “This morning.”

“Pills?” Malcolm then questioned.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I filled my palm with the variety of differnt pills and tossed them into my mouth, swallowing them down with the orange juice they’d brought up minutes ago. I even opened my mouth wide to show them I wasn’t hiding them under my tongue.

Malcolm physically relaxed but Chase wasn’t convinced quite yet.

“Did you call?”

I groaned. “Yes, dad. I have an appointment on Tuesday at ten in the morning. Did you want to drive me there too?”

“You bet your ass I am,” he narrowed his eyes before breaking out into a huge smile. “I’m proud of you, sweets.”

“Me too, buttercup,” Malcolm ruffled my hair.

I playfully smacked his hand away before motioning towards the open door of my room. “Feel free to close it on your way out.”

Salem meowed from his perched on the open window and I realized it was nearing five in the evening. “Oh, dinner time.”

I went to stand from the bed but Malcolm playfully pushed me back down.

“I got it. Let’s go, Salem,” he tapped his thigh a few times, my cat quickly following out of the room.

Chase watched with amazement in his eyes as I let out a lighthearted laugh, one that he hadn’t heard in so long, no doubt.

“What?” I asked, grabbing my phone that buzzed on my bed.

He shrugged before walking out. “Nothing, it’s good to hear that laugh again.”

Smiling, I looked down at my phone but nearly dropped it as I read the message over and over again. Chase noticed my face right before he stepped through the doorway and motioned towards my phone.

“Who is it?”

Mochi 🧋🥟: Hi.

My heart hammered against my chest and it felt like I couldn’t breathe, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering wildly with life I thought would never return.

“Shit, shit.” I muttered while showing Chase the message.

“Well fucking answer him, Y/N.”

“I- what do I say?” I asked as my breathing became erratic.

Fuck, it was like I was a teenager texting her crush for the first time.

“Start with a simple hello. Today’s the first day of you getting your life back in order.” Chase left a kiss to the top of my head before leaving me alone to my own choices.

I stared down at the phone, thumbs hovering over the screen, wondering what the fuck I was going to do.

Do I take Chase’s advice and get my life back in order? Or do I remember all the pain and agony, dark nights where I contemplated ending it all?

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henneseyhoe · 7 months

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The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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shytastemakerthing · 3 months

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heyo!

Do you think you could write a oneshot of the riddle x reader. Reader and riddle are in a relationship.

The reader is jealous because she feels riddle is paying more attention to some one else so she boldly and confidently walks up to him, grabs his face, and kisses him, not even slightly embarrassed. And then of course, drama ensues lol.

Have a wonderful day!

Hello and thank you so much for your request! I am so sorry with how late this is, but I do hope that you enjoy this! Have a great night!

Tw: None

Prompt: Riddle Rosehearts with a jealous s/o

You really didn't understand just as to why you were so jealous, seriously, you didn't

Riddle was a housewarden, it was only natural that he would have to spend some time with the students of his dorm to ensure that they were performing at their best

He may have been more lenient with the rules ever since his overblot but that was still no reason to be slacking off

This was something that you understood when you began dating, or as he liked to call it, courting, him.

But it was starting to happen more and more frequently

As in, hours a day with one student after another, whether it be for tutoring, reprimands over more strict rules that actually did make sense, or even just planning for all the unbirthday parties that the dorm happens to hold

After that, he was just busy with his own studies, housewarden meetings, the duties he held as said housewarden

Needless to say, the longer you had to spend away from him , the more he had to be around other students merely to help will certainly begin to bring out the jealousy in you

..............BAD

Honestly, it felt childish. He was going to be busy but you just couldn't help it

At this point, it had been five days since you last actually saw him, three days since he last managed to respond to any message you sent him (you didn't flood his phone with messages, just a few here and there to not be too bothersome), but even then, it was just a simple and curt message then it was radio silence for hours or days on end.

You had enough at this point

Thankfully, Trey and Cater were able to point you in the direction that they last saw Riddle in, in the Heartslabyul lounge

And just as they said, there he was

......... Tutoring yet another student

And if you were being honest, they looked a little too close for comfort. The other student, not Riddle. Riddle was a sweetheart who was very strict when it came to his relationship with you. No funny business with anyone else. He was yours and you were his

But the coil finally snapped

Without so much as a word, you marched yourself right on over

Riddle had barely managed to register your presence was just about to question you if everything was okay or if you needed anything when you quite literally yanked him up by the lapels of his school jacket and slammed your lips to his, stunning the poor redhead silent, his face matching his hair

Whether by rage or embarrassment, we have yet to find out

In his mind, you had certainly lost yours (man wasn't the biggest on PDA like this)

In yours, you were marking what was yours and making that well known to any other student

At this rate, you have had enough with the fleeting sight of red hair past the corner, either off to help another student within his dorm or too busy attending his housewarden duties. A full week had gone by since the last time you were able to see him, to just sit down and study with one another or have lunch or tea. Not even a response in your messages, the last one being three days ago, and it was just a response to you telling him to have a good night.

Needless to say, you were absolutely over not being able to see him, and when you did, being with someone else who needed his help. You weren't even sure if the other house wardens were needed by their own students this much. Well, there were a few you could count out of that list.

But today? Today is where it all ended.

Trey had been in the Heartslabyul kitchens preparing for the next Unbirthday party that was to take place the following day, Cater with him, mostly to take pictures of what Trey was baking, looking for that #totallymagicamable dish...... Cater's words not yours and seeing you? Well, they knew just why you were here.

"If you're looking for Riddle, I saw him heading to the lounge with another student fifteen minutes ago."

Trey, the ever present seven sent, was the one to inform you of where your boyfriend had been. SO that is exactly where you went.

Making it to the lounge, you saw him sitting on one of the longer sofa's with one of his students that you didn't quite recognize, but what you did know, was that they looked a little too cozy, seeming scooting slightly closer to Riddle with each passing moment, looking like they were trying to be rather subtle about this.

Even if Riddle didn't notice, you certainly did.

Marching your way right to the sofa, the clicking of your shoes was enough to alert Riddle that someone else was approaching, and the moment your gaze met, before he could question you, your hands grasped his jacket lapels rather roughly, wrinkling the fabric with the sheer force of your grip, effectively lifting him from the sofa with whatever strength you possessed that he certainly was not aware of until now.

You were certainly delighted by the small squeak that he let out the moment you slammed your lips onto his, tasting the strawberry of the chapstick that you had given to him, hearing his breathing picking up just a bit, hands fumbling, trying to find out where to hold you, before the moment ended.

His face was as red as his hair, fumbling over his words, and eyes blown wide. The student who was with him looked just as stunned if not slightly uncomfortable as well. Good, serves them right for trying to move in on who was rightfully claimed.

"As soon as you are finished here, you better meet me at my dorm or so help me, I will find you again and drag you there myself."

Tutoring ended early that day.......

Thank you so much for your request!!

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ruggiezz · 9 months

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imagine nrc during the world cup era OMG 😟 rook after france loses to argentina, heartslabyul watching england losing

— REACTING TO THEIR COUNTRY LOSING IN THE WORLD CUP : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twst characters and their reactions to their country getting disqualified

[characters] ace, deuce, cater, trey, riddle, ruggie, floyd, jade, azul, rook

[extra] this is just for the funsies, me spreading my octavinelle + ruggie latinos agenda. i'm a firm believer in the cater is american headcanon (AMERICA RAHHH🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅💥)

ACE TRAPPOLA and DEUCE SPADE got together with you to watch the World Cup. Oh? You're not interested in football? Too bad, you're watching it with them anyways. Pros: They buy snacks for all of you to eat while watching. Cons: Ace screams at the television and gets extremely frustrated. The silence was loud when the match with France ended. At least the food was good...

CATER DIAMOND was not #LiveLaughLove-ing that month. Imagine being the only american in your friend group full of british people while the US had a match against England. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't really care about football, but it's hard to ignore it when the whole school is talking about it. At the end of the day, Magicam material is still Magicam material. He got lucky though; the match ended in a draw; it could have been worse. Needless to say, he did not care about the US losing, #WorldCup #Disqualified.

TREY CLOVER felt like he was in a nightmare—a 29-day-long nightmare. The Heartslabyul students were either having a blast or screaming when they won, or they were having heated fights about whose country would win. Trey was stressed; maybe other housewardens were enjoying the World Cup (like Kalim, who was throwing parties every opportunity he had), but RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS was certainly not happy. The students were so focused on, in his words, "guys running after a ball", that they weren't studying for their final exams. Yes, he had become less strict after his overblot, but a few students still got collared. Both of them were relieved when the World Cup ended; they could not care less about their country losing.

RUGGIE BUCCHI listened to the brazilian matches while working, like it was a podcast. He was a busy guy, you know? He had to work, but he still wanted to listen to the match. To be honest, Ruggie was pretty confident that they would make it to the semi-finals. We are talking about Brazil here; their team is good. "There's no way the europeans are winning this one" he thought. Imagine his face when they lost by a penalty goal, a penalty goal... Ruggie bought himself a doughnut at Sam's to cope and not have a mental breakdown.

Peru didn't even qualify; they lost against Australia. FLOYD AND JADE LEECH were in a bad mood during the whole World Cup.

Yes, Chile didn't qualify either, but a business opportunity is a business opportunity. Did you hear? You can watch the football matches while eating in the Mostro Lounge, and if you spread the word and bring your friends, you get a special discount. AZUL ASHENGROTTO got showered in money during those 29 days it lasted; the restaurant made three times the amount they usually make. He was very happy, to say the least.

ROOK HUNT was delighted to see all the students celebrating. The passionate cheers of the students, the way they all rooted for their country, how they got together to watch, how sad they got over their team losing, how beautiful. Yes, maybe the students were screaming at each other; maybe one even threw a chair across the room, but still. There was something captivating in seeing how a game could bring students that had nothing in common together, all with the same goal: to see their country win and crush the others. He was more sad about the World Cup ending than France losing, even if they were so close to first place.

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italoniponic · 10 months

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Caught | Trey Clover

Synopsis: Because of your difficulties with alchemy class, you asked for Trey’s help to study. However, as Heartslabyul is full of problems and crazy people, the moment between you two is interrupted. Many, many times.

Trey Clover x gender neutral reader / fluff / a bit of comedy / established relationship / use of “you” pronouns

Word count: 1327k words | Masterlist

Notes: This was something I wrote a long, long time ago. It was basically lost among my fics files but since it’s Trey, I decided that I could share a little bit of “general Trey appreciation” once in a while. Stan the baker glasses boy to good cakes and better kitchen skills!

Caught

Trey’s voice was sweet and clear, filling the room with an incredible sense of comfort as if you two were actually in the kitchen preparing a cake together. But he was only reading the contents of the book of alchemy. Nothing else.

You were split on whether the idea of asking your boyfriend to help you study had been good. On the one hand, the theoretical content seemed much more understandable when it was explained by him. On the other hand, having Trey by your side in bed and having his voice so close to your ears was also becoming an immense distraction.

What to do in such cases? You were at a crossroads between pushing yourself to pay attention and not falling into the temptation of putting your head on Trey’s shoulder to finally fall into the world of dreams. His bed was large and comfortable, the cotton blanket had a very nice smell of cinnamon.

“Are you paying attention to the alchemy lesson?,” Trey asked suddenly.

The question shook you a little, putting you back to reality. Despite this, his tone wasn’t impatient. In fact, it was quite teasing.

“I’m trying,” you replied. “But next time, we’ll study in the library. It’s too comfortable here.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?,” Trey raised one of his eyebrows, his smile widening more.

“Because... uh... you... your room... I d-don’t have to answer! Just believe me!”

Trey let a little laugh slip away.

How difficult it was to please such a simple person sometimes! But he understood what you were saying. He was also almost dozing off himself with the first-year’s alchemy theory book, a part of the subject he thought he would never have to deal with again in life. It was the reason Trey had become used to writing down Crewel’s lessons so as not to fall asleep in class.

However, being there reading that boring content on a bed that practically begged for someone to take a rest in and right next to the one he loved the most, his desire was to stretch out and leave study for later.

Just to lay side by side, no much more than that. Letting the afternoon go by while they held a tea party in their Wonderland.

But if anyone caught them in those conditions, Trey would hear a lecture from Riddle as if his own mother, Mrs. Clover, were there.

“Why don’t we go to Ramshackle, then?,” he suggested.

“The ghosts always interrupt us and Grim gets bored very easily. It would be the two of us running after him and preventing some good old chaos,” you explained, laughing a little while remembering how the cat must have been sleeping alone in your room. “Well, only when I’m around at least.”

“Heartslabyul is a quieter dorm in your opinion?”

“Of course I do. You all have a great leader and an amazing, super-responsible and caring vice…,” you touched the tip of the young man’s nose. “... that is you!”

Trey smiled and stared into the depths of his beloved one’s eyes. He was happy that his company was so dear to you and you saw him in such a positive way. This made Trey wish to reward you for words and confidence. Could he make you a cake? Maybe a pie? A Coconut “little kiss”? Or, who knows, another type of kiss.

Noticing the new glow of Trey’s big honey eyes behind his glasses, you had a small premonition of what you were going to receive.

You closed your eyes and waited for Trey to get closer. When you two could practically feel your breaths collide, someone knocked on the door.

“Clover-senpai!,” you both moved away the moment Deuce entered. “Ace is making the flamingos fight and helding bets on them!”

You held back from asking how the whole thing was possible when you heard your boyfriend take a deep breath.

“Grab the flamingos’ food and drive them back to the fence. It won’t take too long before they stop fighting,” Trey explained. “And hit Ace on the head for me.”

Deuce nodded and gave a small embarrassed nod to the couple. The door quickly closed, welcoming again the comfortable silence of the room.

You approached each other again, returning to your original positions. You held Trey’s nape, preventing him from escaping again and he held your free hand. The book of alchemy became a mere souvenir, forgotten somewhere in the blanket. You could feel Trey’s lips rubbing so close to you when a squealing sound suddenly became audible.

The door opened yet again.

You somehow jumped in the best spy action movie stunt move off the bed and stopped with your knees on the floor to face Ace, whose torso was clamped by some pink flamingo’s legs. However, that’s not what the freshman came to warn you.

“Clover-senpai! Deuce is choking on a hedgehog cub!”

“How?!,” you both questioned at the same time.

“I… m-mean… the flamingo may have accidentally made a shot on the hedgehog and it flew right into Deuce’s mouth. At least the poor thing didn’t fall into the flamingos stable like last time,” Ace scratched his hair, half relieved, half worried.

“Are you talking about Deuce or the hedgehog in that last part?,” you asked more concerned.

“It doesn't matter,” Trey interrupted. He was getting tired of all this. “Do the Heimlich maneuver and Deuce will be able to spit out the hedgehog. Now, stop throwing things at him! And don’t make the flamingos fight anymore!”

“O-okay.”

Ace then paused for a moment, thinking about inquiring about your presence there but he ultimately gave up. Instead, he closed the door and ran away. More quacks were heard along the way — the flamingo very happy for the new ride.

You two gave up on trying to kiss again and just layed together on the same pillow, equally tired. You turned to face Trey’s exhausted expression but you smiled as you saw him play with one lock of your hair. Trey took off his glasses for a moment and closed his eyes, enjoying that moment of silence while it could still last.

You also closed your eyes, hugging your boyfriend’s torso. The scent of cinnamon — with light touches of vanilla — seemed stronger than before. Suddenly, peace was reestablished and you were in your own world again. Nothing could interrupt this sweet moment.

“Trey! I swear I’ll exterminate this entire dorm someday!,” Riddle opened the bedroom door and entered in pure rage. “A group of seniors did the favor of burning three cakes in the kitchen! Flamingos and hedgehogs are all over the place! Roses everywhere! Ink spilled where even the Queen of Hearts could doubt! And... u-uh... er… eh!”

Riddle suddenly stopped, his eyes stuck on the bed where the couple were together and were trying to sleep. Trey sat down and stared at his childhood friend, although completely blurry. And the fact alone that he was trying to focus his sight in vain was quite nervous and intimidating. But mildly unintentionally.

I said, mildly.

You turned around in time to see Riddle’s face intensely colored red and he looked away.

Extremely embarrassed, Riddle walked around a few times until he finally reached the exit and closed the door quietly. Or at least, you both wanted him to stay that way.

“Anyone who dares to interrupt Trey and the Prefect’s moment of intimate privacy again will lose their heads!,” Riddle threatened the whole dorm in a loud voice.

Trey hid his face in his hands, wanting the floor to swallow him. He knew that Riddle tried to help you with all the good intentions but he couldn’t have had the most awful time to misinterpret the situation you were in.

It was the first time you had seen your boyfriend so embarrassed and flustered since he was forced to sing at a surprise karaoke night organized by Cater.

“L-library?,” you suggested hesitantly.

“Please…”

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst fanfic #fluff #the 'get interrupted again and again' + 'we got caught' tropes in full speed #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Twst Headcanons: They get sent to your dimension (part 1 - Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle)

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, and Floyd

Tw// vomit, depression, existential crisis, mild body horror, swearing

(Part 2 - beginnings)

Crowley had found a way to send you home. It was sappy, and wizard-of-oz-y, but it was near sure fire.

Alice had once come and gone from a looking glass, but only after her friends of wonderland let her go. And surely, your friends would want what’s best for you, right?

The love you gave to night Raven college touched many loves - you defeated seven overblots, after all, and saved lives over and over again. So the best way they could thank you would be to give you what you wanted after all this time.

Crowley organized it fairly formally. There was a party, courtesy of Kalim’s insistence, followed by unveiling a large mirror and having you stand before it. You were told to think of home - your family, your life before twisted wonderland - and once you had the picture in your mind, a spell was cast to lock it in so you wouldn’t get lost on your way home.

After that, a procession began. It started with the dorm leaders coming to thank you, then the vice dorm leaders (or pseudo vice dorm leaders, and Floyd), and then began your closer friends. The power of so many powerful magic users was enough to get the mirror powered, glowing brightly a shining silver.

Grim was next in line. He looked heartbroken, and almost angry. He said he was happy for you - he didn’t need a henchman, he was the Great Grim and he could do fine on his own. But he hadn’t come to terms with what was going on. Not until that very moment in line.

“I don’t want you to go, (Y/N)! What will I do without you? I’m your family too, right? Stay!”

The mirror pulsated - in a single breath, Grim had messed up the spell. Before you had time to even respond, a burst of energy rushed forth from the mirror.

And as soon as the light faded and the screams died off, everyone looked up in horror to realize what happened.

You were gone…but so were they

Riddle:

* Riddle was first in line to say goodbye. As the first overblot, and a dorm leader, and a close friend, he wanted you to know he supported your decision to go home.

* What he didn’t expect was Grim’s declaration, nor the tug at his chest that followed

* Suddenly, he was falling. He felt something he couldn’t describe leave him, dissipate into the air. It felt like the opposite of the overblot, and he hated it.

* He would have screamed if it hadn’t stopped as suddenly as it had started, and suddenly he was laying on the floor, dizzy, and having a hard time focusing on his surroundings.

* He immediately tried to sit up, only to pass out again.

* He’s out like a light, man, dude hasn’t slept in three days to begin with and now? He’s drained. Portals are exhausting

* When he does wake up, it’s to Trey shaking him gently

* “Riddle? Are you alive?”

* The room is oddly quiet, but Riddle realizes it’s because they’re alone in this room.

* Wait, who’s room is this?

* A child’s, maybe? There’s a lot of plushies…

* No, wait, he remembers-

* Wait, IS THIS YUU’S ROOM?

* What happened???? Trey??? Explain???

* Upon finding out he’s stuck in a world with no magic by talking to you, he’s gonna try his signature spell

* Everyone else is going to groan, snicker, or sit silently as they watch him

* “It’s okay, Goldfishie, performance issues are nothing to be ashamed of.”

* “Floyd, I swear on the seven, when we get back, I’ll have your head.”

* “Kinky.”

* He is NOT happy about being in a different world, Yuu, please help him

* Once he has everything explained to him a little better, he’s headed for your bookshelf

* He may also ask you for a cup of tea

* He might/can/will start cleaning your house if it’s not in order

* “This is not a proper way to live, Y/N. According to th-“

Trey:

* Victim number two was standing a couple inches behind Riddle when the portal sucked them in, and somehow managed not to pass out during the ride.

* However, he did see the inside of a wormhole and suddenly popped out the other side in a different world, so maybe passing out is a blessing.

* When he came out the other side, he caught himself during his landing and stumbled a few feet forward. Before he really had a good chance to look at his surroundings he heard screams coming closer from behind him, saw Riddle laying passed out on the floor, and worked as fast as possible to pull him out of the landing zone.

* Which was a good call, because soon after a pile of 6’ft tall guys landed right about there.

* He helped untangle the mess of limbs in a pile on the floor and took stock of everyone.

* Alright so there’s riddle, Leona, him, the twins, Azul, rook and vil, Jamil and Kalim, Idia, malleus and Lillian, Ruggie, aaaand…

* You! There you are.

* So…this is your home? Interesting.

* He’ll take stock of everything he sees, because he’s currently in survival mode.

* This isn’t the first time NRC students have been stuck in a different world, he knows how this works by now-

* Oh, hey, you look sick. Here, sit down, and - is this cup okay to use? Okay, cool, one second, I’ll fill it.

* Huh

* Wait…

* He tries to fill the cup with cold water using his magic. He doesn’t know where your kitchen is, after all, and…

* Huh.

* His magic isn’t working.

* And now that he’s thinking about it, some of the guys did look…different.

* Right, this is a world without magic.

* Okay.

* Right.

* Cool

* Don’t panic, Trey, it’s fine

* If you could get to their world without magic, then it’s possible for them to get back, right?

* Right?

Leona:

* Leona isn’t quite sure what happened, he just remembers that one second he’s saying goodbye, then he’s in pain, then he wakes up somewhere unfamiliar and feels weird.

* Everything somehow sounds both quieter and louder at the same time, and all his joints feel achy

* Overall, he feels like he was hit by a bus, and tries to go back to that sticky sleep state he was in before.

* And then he feels something weird.

* Someone’s pinching his ear.

* But…that’s not where his ear is supposed to be.

* “Herbivore? What the fuc-“

* He opens his eyes and is face to face with Yuu, who is staring at him like he’s grown three heads

* “(Y/N), what are you doi-“

* Why are you holding his mouth open

* What the fuck

* Why are you- are you touching his teeth?!

* “Leona, I have bad news.”

* Upon hearing that all his lion traits are gone, he’s flipping his absolute shit.

* Excuse me?! Yuu?! Fix this. Now

* Oh, and we’re stranded in a different world without magic? Great job. He should have left you stranded in his world instead.

* He’s gonna need a minute to cool off.

* It’s best to approach next time with something to eat, and hold it out as far as possible

* He may not have fangs anymore but he will still bite you.

Ruggie:

* Ruggie takes everything surprisingly well.

* See, at first he’s pretty freaked out.

* His body is different than before and he’d really like for it to go back to normal, please

* He’s checking over himself in the mirror to see what’s missing and what stayed.

* He doesn’t appreciate anyone commenting on it

* But once he’s done freaking out, he starts asking questions about your world.

* Turns out your world isn’t that different. Even though there’s no magic, it’s not all that different from where he’s from

* So with a few books, some snacks, a few dollars, and a nap, he’s good to go.

* If he’s gonna be here for a while, and it’s pretty safe to assume that they’re not gonna be back in a bit, he wants to immediately ingratiate himself to you

* He’s not even really worried about the magic part. He never really relied on it anyway

* Oh, look, you have some laundry. Let him take care of that, Y/n, it’s no problem, really. Isn’t it nice to have someone help with chores? And he can make some food for cheap.

* His ability to take it in stride is almost entirely because for the first day he assumes it’s a dream.

* Day three he has a bit of a breakdown

* After his breakdown he starts acting a little more normal, again

Azul:

* The screaming everyone heard in the portal was mostly him.

* He’s seeing universe after universe, timeline after timeline, colors that don’t exist, and it’s scaring the piss out of him

* He’s another one who didn’t pass out, but he’s clinging to Jade like his life depends on it (it may have, if he kept flailing he might have ended up in a different universe)

* Meanwhile Jade just has a surprised pikachu face the entire time

* When they finally get through the portal, the fish mafia end up puppy-piling on the floor, with Azul stuck between Jade and Floyd.

* Unfortunately Floyd is unconscious and on the top.

* Trey, you’re his savior, he owes you.

* He’s finally on his feet, and his legs are shaking beneath him

* He looks like he’s gonna throw up. He thinks he may have seen god.

* His glasses are also missing, now.

* They might have been left behind in the multiverse.

* He’s catatonic for a solid twenty minutes, mumbling to himself while curled in a ball, staring at the floor.

* Nobody can get his attention until eventually he calms down enough to snap out of it.

* Trey is handing him a bottle of water, telling him to drink.

* He does

* He has to rush to the bathroom, because he couldn’t keep it down

* The minute someone else is around, he’s trying to act normal and like it doesn’t bother him

* “Oh? Well, we went to the land of the dead, this is nothing?”

* He’s lying, it’s a lot.

* He realizes, sometime in this, that his glasses are missing.

* He tried to summon them

* He is confused and alarmed when he can’t.

* He keeps trying. He looks like he’s snapping a beat

* He is literally going to have an ulcer if he can’t get a handle on this situation.

* Please, god, why doesn’t he have his magic.

* Oh….oh! Nobody does

* It makes him feel a little better, in a sick way, that nobody else has magic.

* He’s still anxious though.

* Please make him sit down. Cover him with a bunch of blankets or something he cannot handle this.

Jade:

* Jade has a pretty thick skin, yknow? But…

* Okay, yeah, this is a little much

* He’s not really one to express emotion to begin with, so his reaction that seems impassive is really just him being surprised

* He’s still processing what Grim said when he’s falling through a portal

* He’s processing the fact that Azul is clinging to his arm, and Floyd has him by the ankle, and that he’s falling in a portal to another world by the time they land

* His face isn’t totally shocked, but more…frozen?

* He’s can’t really identify what he’s feeling. It’s not scared, anxious, or angry. He isn’t happy, nor sad, but it’s something else…

* Wait, hold on, his mouth feels weird.

* Huh.

* His teeth are different.

* Okay, interesting.

* Oh look, Azul is having an existential crisis.

* And Floyd is passed out.

* Alright.

* He isn’t really responding because he wants more information, so as soon as he’s up his face is blank again.

* He’ll help out with whatever he can in the same way that Trey is, but he’s also completely content to leave everyone lying on the floor.

* He’s watching and listening to everyone’s reactions before he’s allowing himself to make his own.

* But also, you probably won’t see it.

* It’s not until late at night when he thinks everyone’s asleep that he finally lets his facade drop. He’s contemplating everything and he thinks Floyd is asleep again when he feels a tap on his shoulder

* It’s Floyd.

* And on his other side, there’s you.

* “Are you okay?”

* He’s a little choked up, but he just nods silently.

* “Do you wanna go for a walk? There’s a forest not far from here, I can drive you over and wait until you’re done if you need some time to think.”

* Floyd is staring at him knowingly, and Jade nods again, mumbling something like ‘that would be appreciated’

* Nobody knows what happened that night. Not even you do. But Jade came back with a clear head, so it doesn’t matter much.

Floyd:

* Floyd was honestly a little pissed at Grim

* He likes Shrimpy too, but they want to go home, so we should let ‘em.

* When he feels something pulse behind him, he doesn’t get a clear look.

* He’s also screaming, but his screams are somewhere between delight and fear.

* He’s grabbing onto Jade’s ankle to keep them from separating as they fall.

* Once he’s through the portal, he lands face first on top of Jade and Azul, unconscious. He may have hit his head.

* When he first wakes up, he notices his mouth feels different too.

* He also immediately notices Jade standing four feet away and whispering with Trey

* He then notices Azul rocking in a corner, Riddle passed out with a pillow under his head, Leona without his fluffy ears, and Ruggie following You around like a lost puppy.

* He’s not really panicking yet because the fact they’re in a different world separated from their own hasn’t set it

* But let’s be honest, this is pretty fun

* An adventure! With his brother and his takoyaki and his Shrimpy and a few others!

* Maybe this world is more fun?

* So he’s up, wandering around, looking through your stuff.

* He 100% tries on one of your shirts and decides it’s his now.

* He also lays in your bed and reads anything of yours that seems personal

* Letters, diary, postcards, legal documents, whatever.

* “Koebi-Chan? I didn’t know that you liked this~”

* “FLOYD PUT THAT DOWN”

* He also spends his time immediately getting on Riddle’s nerves as soon as he’s awake (see: Riddle’s)

* Once he does realize he’s separate from home, he’s in a dark mood, but he’s more thoughtful than anything. He’s thinking about the things he’s gonna miss, how they could get home, if there’s any way to just see Twisted Wonderland, if there’s something he could do to get his favorite things here.

* Overall he’s not pressed though. He does make Leona play one-on-one basketball though.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #jade leech #floyd leech #octatrio #octavinelle #heartslabyul #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #savanaclaw #twst au #reader insert #romantic or platonic #headcanon #twst headcanons #our world au #twst our world au

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cecilebutcher · 1 year

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ღLove Songs I Associate With Different Twst Charactersღ

Characters: All of the nrc students minus ortho(plus some of my Oc’s because I can)

Riddle rosehearts: Photograph by, Cody Fry

“If I wished myself a superpower. I would make this moment last for hours. If I had my will, time would just stand still. Wait for me until I find some magic film. To take a photograph and live inside. The sun is going down. Your skin is like a painting. The light is perfect now. But I can feel it changing”

Trey Clover: To you from me by, Naethan Apollo

“See, your smile makes me smile, no, that's cringe. Your laugh makes me laugh, that's even worse. If my journey on this path could ever lead to losing you. I know which path is not my path. You're a blessing from the sky. You're the thief that stole my mind. You're the reason why I think of you all the time. You're the little tiny bug that found its way inside my ear. And now I can't think a thought. without wishing you were here”

Cater Diamond: Loverboy by, A-Wall

“Kill the lights. Oh, baby, close your eyes. The way you're looking at me. You've got me mesmerized. Something I can't escape. Feel like I'm lost in space. You've got that good loving. Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away. You know my heart can't take the break. Nothing will ever be the same. We'll meet again some other day. Oh, yeah””

Ace Trappola: Best Friend by, laufey

“But I promise that I love you. Even with that hair-do. I'm sorry I made fun of it. It's not your fault it looks like shit. I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else. I'd rather fall asleep with and dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: Best Friend by, rex Orange County

“And that's because I wanna be your favorite boy. I wanna be the one that makes your day. The one you think about as you lie awake. I can't wait to be your number one. I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine. But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry”

Leona Kingscholar: Nothing Bruno Major

“There's not many people.I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to but there's nothing like doing nothing with you. Dumb conversations. We lose track of time. Have I told you lately. I'm grateful you're mine. We'll watch The Notebook. For the 17th time. I'll say "It's stupid". Then you'll catch me crying”

Ruggie Butchie: Absolutely Smitten by, dodie

“That girl just there, yes, she's the one. With Cupid's arrow in her bum. Handsome stranger, you have made her happy. The first in a long time. Did you just whisper in her ear? Words she only dreamed to hear? Pretty lady, look at how he's smiling. I think he likes you”

Jack Howl: This side of paradise by, Coyote Theory

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?). Our fingers dancing when they meet. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me. Lonely (are you lonely?). Passion is crashing as we speak. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). You're the ground my feet won't reach. So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Azul Ashengrotto: Only girl by, Stephen Sanchez

“Baby, won't you be my girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Baby, won't you be my only girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Your love, that's got my head in a. twirl, lady. So baby, won't you be my only girl?I don't want nobody else. No, I just want you to myself,So,won't you please forever be my only girl Only girl”

Jade Leech: Mine by, Bazzi

“Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time. Feels like forever even if. forever's tonight. Just lay with me, waste this night away with me. You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say. I'm so fucking happy you're alive (huh, yeah). Swear to God, I'm down if you're. down, all you gotta say is right (yeah, yeah)”

Floyd Leech: Until I found you by, Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold

“I would rather die than let you go. Juliet to your Romeo. How I heard you say”I would never fall in love again until I found her". I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her.I found you”

Kalim Al-Asim: Paper Rings by, Taylor Swift

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night. (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.( One, two, one two three four!). I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

Jamil Viper: I wanna be yours by, Arctic Monkeys

“Secrets I have held in my heart. Are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Let me be your 'leccy meter. And I'll never run out. Let me be the portable heater. That you'll get cold without”

Vil Shoenheit: La seine by, Vanessa Paradise

“She's resplendent, so confident. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I realize, I'm hypnotized. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I hear the moon singing a tune. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. Is she divine, Is it the wine. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine”

Rook Hunt: Ma belle Evangeline by, Jim Cummings

“Look how she lights up the sky. Ma Belle Evangeline. So far above me, yet I. Know her heart belongs to only me. Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline. You're my queen of the night. So still. So bright. That someone as beautiful as she. Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true. And I love you, Evangeline”

Epel Felmier: I’d rather be me (with you) by, Rebecca Sugar

“… I'd rather be me with you. Wherever we go. I already trust. I'd know what to do if it were us. I'd know what to say. I'd know how to be. I'd know your entire syllabus. I can't think of any other thing in the world I would rather do. If I could be. I'd rather be me with you”

Idia Shroud: Numbers by, TEMPOREX

“Things just really aren't that bad. I got a nice mom and I got a cool dad. I just stay in my room too long. But I finally got a girlfriend, and she's the bomb”

Malleus Draconia:100 years by, OR3O

“They call me crazy. They call me mad. It'd been so many years I could barely stand. But I remember the days we had and the bad days start to disappear. I hope the best though I'm no longer here. Musical kittens make me think of you Every little thing here makes me think of you. So I wrote this little song hoping you would hear someday. It's been a hundred years and I am still in love with you”

Lilia Vanrouge:O sol e a lua by, poqueno Cidadão

“O sol pediu a lua em casamento. E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo. E 24 horas depois o sol nasceu a lua se pôs e. O sol pediu a lua em casamento E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo”

Silver (Vanrouge): Hidden in the sand by, tally hall

“We were playing in the sand. And you found a little band. You told me you fell in love with it. Hadn't gone as I planned. When you had to bid adieu. Said you'd never love anew. I wondered if I could hold it. And fall in love with it too. You told me to buy a pony. But all I wanted was you”

Sebek Zigvolt: Valentine by, Laufey

“What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I'll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I'm only 21. I don't even know who I want to become. I've lost all control of my heartbeat now. Got caught in a romance with him somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone. When I hear an "I love you". 'Cause now I've got someone to lose”

-:OC’s:-

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: Soft Bitch by, Rio Romeo

“Love made me approachable. Love made me sweet. It's fucking miserable. But it can't be beat Love made me cordial. It never ends. I want to terrify you. But instead we're friends. Love made me soft. For the best”

Tao Yùchi: I won’t say (I’m in love) by, Susan Egan

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl. Unless you're dying to cry your heart out. You keep on denying. Who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up. When ya gonna own up. That ya got, got, got it bad”

Igor Kazentoc: love like you by, Rebecca Sugar

“I always thought I might be bad. Now I'm sure that it's true. 'Cause I think you're so good. And I'm nothing like you. Look at you go. I just adore you. I wish that I knew. What makes you think I'm so special. If I could begin to do. Something that does right by you. I would do about anything. I would even learn how to love”

Junto Shuisha: would you be so kind? By, Dodie

“Oh, would you be so kind As to fall in love with me? You see, I'm trying I know you know that I like you But that's not enough. So if you would, please fall in love. I think it's only fair. There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share?). 'Cause I like you but that's not enough. So if you will. Please fall in love with me”

Jasper Spade: first love/last spring by,mitski

“Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that. Lately I've been crying like a. Tall child. So please hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me. 胸がはち切れそうで. One word from you and I would. Jump off of this. Ledge I'm on Baby. Tell me "don't". So I can. Crawl back in”

Najih Al-Amin: Don’t you dare by, Kaden MacKay

“Just gеt out of my daydreams. You’re an unwelcomе guest. And stop making me miss you. ‘Cause you leaving’s for the best ‘Cause I just couldn’t stand having you as my crutch. You’re a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it’ll burn me too much To bear. So don’t you dare”

Aikat Spanos: Passing papers by, Egg

“Cause Smiles are my weakness and I think yours is the prettiest. And you show it quite a bit when I'm with you. It's almost entertaining how we're searching for the same thing. But I could never try to see it through. Yes I meant it when I said that you were pretty. We never knew each other well and it's a pity. Sometimes I wonder if when you hear 1950. I come to mind”

Phobes Spanos: Dance with me by, Topline Addicts

“You say "Come and dance with me". But I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely. I know you want me to. What have I got to lose? You said, "Let me dance with you". But I got two left feet, no rhythm, or groove. I'm dancin' anyhow. But I still walked home by myself”

Ngl this was a lot of fun to do. I might do a part two with the staff and rsa, probably with the rest of my OC’s too^^

Likes and comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3

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blues824 · 1 year

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Imagen the female riddle in the remarried empress but ace and deuce Carter and trey join her.

🌹For the first time I will feel bad for ace because he is a going to be be collared so many times because of rattrash and sovieshit.

🌹Imagen sovieshit having the audacity of be jealous of her dorm mates joining her in the eastern empire to the point he wants to banish them for the stupidest things because he is jealous that she hangs out with them and not him.

🌹Her being frustrated that her dorm members get treated shitty even ace does not deserve it and her asking heinley to move them in the western kingdom for protection because they are the only thing that she has close to home.

🌹Heinley baking with trey and spending time with the other dorm members and how would her react to riddle mc asking for them to live in the western kingdom because she is worried about them.

🌹And how would navier react to her daughter like handmaiden deal with her dorm members her and her ladies in waiting seing her collar the aduese duo a couple of times because of mistakes seeing Carter and trey calming her and seeing that she cares for them.

🌹Imagine navier finding her crying in the rose garden with a hedgehog after she send her dorm members along with heinley and her feeling homesick now she finally got her dorm members back sovieshit and rattrash took them away.

(Inspired by this beautiful art)

🌹How would they react to her being ingaged or on love with kosiar and seeing how protective he is of her and how she is the handmaiden of navier them being annoyed with the concubine .

🌹How would rattrash react to her dorm members joining her and how jealous sovieshit gets because of them her trying to drag her name in the mud like she did to nian tuiana and failing because how serious she is.

(I love how they are reading black butler)

Part 1 here

Sovieshu

He is most definitely jealous that you would hang around these incompetent fools rather than him (who we all consider an incompetent fool, but moving on). He’s still upset that you turned down his request to make you his second mistress, but your dorm members were on your side and backed you up by pulling up the Queen’s Rules.

It gets to the point where he has half a mind to banish them from the Eastern Empire and force you to become his mistress. However, he knew that both Navier and Rashta would prevent that from happening because the former actually cares about you and the latter would feel that her position is threatened.

This unfortunate Emperor does get a headache because of the ADeuce duo, but it was the first time he was able to see you actually collar someone. Then, the whole thing with Kosair being banished happened, and Sovieshu watched you cry and yell at him for sending away the love of your life. If that wasn’t the verbal equivalent of a slap across the face, I don’t know what is.

So… he lost you to his soon-to-be-former brother-in-law. Your dorm members seemed to support the both of you, and they even started making preparations to leave for the Western Kingdom. However, Navier’s handmaidens left last, and you were one of them.

That meant that he had enough time to try and trap you within the palace walls. Unfortunately for him, you had experience with sneaking out, and you had magic so it really wasn’t that hard. Plus, you had your Heartslabyul comrades, since they hadn’t left yet. So you left behind an Empire and a devastated Emperor.

Rashta

Ever since she found out that Sovieshu was in love with you, she tried everything to drag your name through the mud. However, your friend Cater, in his short time there, became friends with most of the nobility. Thus, her plans never worked.

But, she could tell that your dorm members were giving the Emperor a headache constantly, so she kind of planted the seed of banishment within his mind. When you found out that he was about to make the executive order, you used your magic to restrain him and the young mistress herself.

Then, Sovieshu banished Kosair. She could tell that you were devastated, and she pretended to be sad for you, but in reality she knew that this was beneficial to her. However, she turned to look at her ‘husband’, and he was sad for you. This really infuriated her because he was supposed to be in love with her… not you.

She couldn’t spend too much time on that matter, as the Emperor and Empress were being divorced soon. You hadn’t moved over to the Western Kingdom yet because Navier still needed you, and she didn’t expect anything to happen. But, before you had the chance to leave with the other handmaidens, you were captured and locked away. Even this was a step too far on Sovieshu’s part.

Fortunately, even though Rashta didn’t do much to help, she did point your dorm members in the right direction. She just wanted you out of the Empire at this point. Once you had escaped, she focused on trying to bring comfort to her new husband so that he may forget about you. It didn’t work, but it’s the thought that counts.

Navier

Upon finding out that you collared both Ace and Deuce, she almost spit out her tea from laughing. She gets along great with Cater and Trey as well, since Cater can easily navigate the social scene and Trey makes her favorite meals when she’s feeling particularly stressed by her husband’s actions.

When she heard that Sovieshu was contemplating banishing your friends, she stepped in and put that thought to rest. To avoid you being worried, she kept it from you. But she did tell you that you might need to reel in your subordinates lest they get into trouble.

However, it seems that His Imperial Majesty is dead set on making both you and her sad and stressed, as he banished Kosair from the Eastern Empire. She went to her garden to take a breather when she saw you in the red rose section crying and holding a hedgehog. She knelt down beside you and pulled you into a comforting hug (lucky reader 😭).

Then, she went through the whole divorce process with Sovieshu, and she had a bad feeling about not sending you ahead of time. You assured her that you would be fine, but you weren’t because when you tried to leave with the other handmaidens, a few guards kept you from leaving. She didn’t hear about this until you told her once you made your great escape and fled to the Western Kingdom.

Speaking of, when you both reunited, she pulled you into a tight hug, then she moved on to greeting the rest of Heartslabyul. During the whole sending-off ceremony for the knights, she watched with a small smile as you placed a kiss on her brother’s cheek as a farewell. Truly, you both were made for each other, according to Navier.

Heinrey

He was a bit concerned when he saw that some of the Heartslabyul members had collars about their necks, but Navier told him what happened. Bro made a mental note to not get on your bad side. Still, the whole situation was quite hilarious to him.

Through one of the Empress’s letters to him, he learned that the Emperor was thinking about kicking your friends out of the Empire to back you up into the corner of mistresshood so you wouldn’t be able to escape. As a result, he made preparations in the Western Kingdom to ensure that he would be ready to receive them.

However, he didn’t expect to receive Kosair instead. Heinrey could tell that the man was stressed and worried about you, mainly because you were still in the Eastern Empire, which was ruled by a man who was deeply in love with you. The bird-man understood perfectly, because he constantly worried about Navier

But, you arrived in the Western Kingdom along with your Heartslabyul comrades as well as Navier’s other handmaidens. Upon seeing each other, you both gave each other a hug. You two were friends, as you helped him win the heart and hand of his Queen, so yeah.

Ever since then, business carried on as usual. You were still a handmaiden to Navier, you still collared Ace and Deuce, Cater got along well with the noble families due to his social skills, and he found a new companion in Trey. The two loved to bake, so that’s where it came from.

Kosair

Not going to lie, he was definitely jealous at the sight of you hanging around four men that he did not know. But he got to know them, and he and Trey got along the most. He absolutely despises Ace and Deuce because they are infuriating, and he’s kind of indifferent towards Cater. And we all know that he loves you.

He was the one you went to when you found out that Sovieshu was thinking about banishing your dorm because they were the last line of defense you had to not become his mistress. That’s when Kosair took a deep breath and pulled out a ring from his pocket. He wishes he could have proposed to you under better and more romantic circumstances, but now you had an indisputable reason to not become the Emperor’s second mistress.

Things kind of went downhill when Kosair got banished. You both wrote letters to each other, and you were glad to see that Heinrey allowed him to take up residence in the Western Kingdom. But what you didn’t know is that the man laid awake at night because he’s so scared about what could become of you in his absence.

Then, once you both were reunited, he just about dipped you down and kissed you passionately on the wharf. Your dorm members let out a few gasps, but Cater let out a cheer and Ace let out a loud whistle. Just wait… this happy moment isn’t going to last long once you tell Kosair that Sovieshu tried to keep you trapped in the Eastern Empire. But that’s for a later time.

Your wedding was absolutely beautiful. Trey walked you down the aisle, and Kosair teared up. You looked just like a dream. There were red roses occupying a lot of the space. Once the officiant said ‘you may kiss the bride’, this man wasted absolutely no time. Ever since you accepted his proposal, he has been waiting for this day.

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obey-my-twisted-logic · 8 months

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Soothing what Remains : after avoiding the Pomefiore Dormleader like the plague since you learned of him, you can avoid him no longer. Vil Schoenheit, the most beautiful man you'd met or seen in the entirety of your life, had you alone in a room in Ramshackle Dorm. Platonic!Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader

Synopsis : He had you take him personally to his guest room during his stay while he leads the training camp for the SDC. As their manager, he needs a word with you. The Fairest of them All is very aware that you've been avoiding him.

Warnings : eating disorder mentioned briefly. There is self harm mentioned and discovery. A lot of hidden scars are revealed. Gentle platonic touching. Difficult confession and a softer side unknown to the reader. Mild cursing and self degradation. Comfort but not coddling. General spoilers of the game up to the beginning to the middle of Book 5 in the game Twisted Wonderland, but the focus is not on the game. Everyone involved is over 21 years of age. Anything in italics is from Vil's point of view.

Author's Note : Vil has a special place in my heart. While beauty and self confidence are extraordinarily important, he's not incessantly cruel or heartless. At least not in my head canons, and based on what I've read and understood from the game. Very personal piece to myself, as someone who has struggled desperately with self harm. Edit - this really got away and personal for me, I hope you enjoy it

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You escort Vil to his room. His confiscation of the treats from his troupe of dancers fresh in your mind. There was sympathy but despite it all, he hadn't been overly cruel about it and wasn't exactly wrong about why he did so. Still it was a shame you couldn't share the treats Trey had sent. Thankfully he wasn't forcing this new "lifestyle" on you or Grim. Your struggle with food was dark enough, and dealing with Grim would have been infinitely worse.

"So this will be your room specifically-" your explanation cut off by the harsh shutting of the room's door. "What was that about?" You asked, trying to hide you annoyance, despite it being evident in your look.

He did bow his head apologetically. "I closed the door a touch harder than intended, however I do require a bit of a ... chat with you." He said as he took a seat on the bed, poised and legs crossed elegantly. "Tell me little potato, why do you avoid me so much?" His gaze caught your own, seeming to just see straight through you.

"If I was avoiding you I wouldn't allow you to stay in my home." You replied, however it was evident that you were avoiding his gaze.

"I may be pretty Sweet Potato, but that doesn't make me dumb." He cut your excuses off with a click of his tongue, smoothing his forehead as the annoyance crossed his delicate features once again.

"Of course I didn't notice in the beginning. You a trouble making first year, and magicless to boot, and I the Housewarden of Pomefoire. We were not two people who would join face to face often, or really at all." He paused, eyes tracing over your form, an unexplainable look on his face, like he was lost in your form and how you became a part of his life.

"With each 'incident' " Vil resumed, referring to the Overblots. "You became more interesting. Even began to hear professors sincerely sing your praises. Despite your lack of magic, you excelled elsewhere."

"I can't be lazy or lax, headmaster made it quite clear he'll be happy to kick me out." You interrupt. How long had he had an interest in you? Why did it not just fade away? You'd done your best to not stand out otherwise. How did he realize your were actually avoiding him?

"Rook." Vil replied, answering the question you dare not speak out loud. "His interest was different from my own, but he has a habit of... hunting those who catch his eye. And he would cheerfully admit defeat as you used your comrades as a smoke screen to avoid his intrigue." Vil laughed lightly. "Very brave to try and out maneuver Rook. That little trick was your downfall. That's when I knew, yes, the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm was indeed avoiding me, without a doubt."

"My only question is why?" The Fairest of them All firmly kept your gaze as he questioned your reasoning.

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You look so very uncomfortable with his gaze. Vil couldn't fathom why, he had never done a thing to hurt you, never approached you. You weren't on bad terms with anyone in his dorm. Why did you tremble like a leaf when he his eyes rested on you?

"Your very being terrifies me. You're beautiful, confident, and you take matters into your own hands." You begin, actually trembling. "You've never hurt me, you've never bullied me, but I've been burnt before and you were too beautiful to trust."

Vil absorbs this in and lets you talk. He's not mad, still confused, but you did have real fear, that much he could tell. His eyes widened when you took off your jacket, revealing a dark secret that most wouldn't notice. "Wait-" he began, reaching a hand out and retracting it when you flinched.

Before him you were exposing something deeply personal and dark. To most, it wouldn't stand out much. To a man with a morning, noon and night skin routine, he could see all the faded scars.

"I'm broken and tired, and that was long before I got here." You began, soft voice still trembling slightly, hands running up and down your arms gently, as if reminding yourself of each self inflicted mark, the history of each one and the ragged reminders that marred your pale skin.

"I knew you'd be able to tell right away. Someone as strict as you with appearances? There's no way you wouldn't be able to tell that these were self inflicted." You laughed bitterly. "And this is just what is visible to the polite eye. The thought of anyone but myself knowing terrified me." Fat tears slowly began to slip and your lip trembled as you continued. "The judgment from someone as put together and confident as you would send me back to that dark space, and I'm all ready desperately trying to survive as is." You smiled sadly.

"So yes, thankfully for me, I noticed Rook's strange interest," you laughed quietly. "Call it experience of being hunted back home. Only this time I had friends. I could blend in with my Heartlabyul boys and Grimm. Azul was easy to use as an excuse, working for the lounge, so I always had 3 or more pairs of eyes, especially when I told the Tweels how uncomfortable Rook made me." You paused with a soft smile. "Floyd especially did not take that well, offering to 'squeeze' him. Of course I declined, Rook wasn't cruel or mean, I was just scared."

"Then there was of course Leona. As lazy as he appears, he takes my comfort very seriously, making sure to be around me whenever I needed 'alone time', using it as an excuse to nap either with or near me. So when Rook did show up, he'd be distracted by the sleepy lion, and Ruggie would help me slip away." You were proud to have found such comforting and genuine friends.

"And despite it all, you're here. I couldn't refuse you or Rook. Everyone is so excited about the SDC, how could I ruin that for them when they've done so much for me?" You used both hands and rubbed always the tears trying to regain control of your own emotions.

"Please Vil, please just leave me alone and I'll do my very best for your comfort and for the SDC. Even beyond the SDC, I'll run myself ragged for you. Please I'm begging you, please just leave me alone." You begged, starting to pull the jacket back on.

"Fuck." Was all that escaped Vil's pursed lips as he pulled you into an embrace, gently rubbing circles on your back with his left palm. "No. I refuse. I won't let you keep carrying your burden alone. I won't STOP bothering you until you see how strong and beautiful you are." He felt your flinch, but what he felt more were your tears as you pressed your face against his chest gently sobbing.

"You won't be alone with your thoughts anymore. I cannot share or bare your burden, but I can ease the affect it has on you. I can be here, I can pamper you, I can listen," he listed off everything he could think of, wanting to assure your comfort. "Sweet Potato, you're more beautiful then you know." He gently ran his hand over a still exposed scar, near invisible with time, but he knew skin better than most. "Each one is a sad story, with a beautiful ending. You survived Sweet Potato. Each is a badge of survival, and you deserved to survive." He assure you as he brushed away tears that he could.

"But you'll never need to hurt yourself again. I will make sure of it." He finished, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on the top of your head, gently humming a gentle soft sound as you both stood there embracing, letting this new feeling and friendship sink in.

#mature #self h@rm #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst Vil #twst vil schoenheit #sad story #exposed to the mercy of another #disneys twisted wonderland #self healing #help from a friend #vil schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x reader

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olivyh · 2 years

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someone play big bank ft nicki minaj bc uh oh, back again

IM SO SORRY i am so in love with your writing

may i request someone falling into a deep sleep (either the reader or the character- it can be diff for every scenario if u want !!) and the other person has to perform True Love’s Kiss™ but it goes wrong (nothing too angsty pls im too weak)

that one scene between luz and hunter from the owl house, somebody falls, the cpr kiss between apple white and darling (man there are a lot of failed kisses in media) and any other shenanigans you can think of

with riddle, jamil, neige, ace/deuce, jade, and anyone else you want to do !

tysm in advance !!

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH??? AND PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE SEEING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT TO READ!! I also have some spare time before stuff picks up later in the semester, so I'm getting most of my writing done now ;;;; I never watched any of those shows, so I just went with 'gone wrong after', if that's alright!

Riddle:

-He knew that mer was up to no good, especially when Floyd outright ASKED to be Riddle's partner

-Despite his gut instinct, he went along with it and, of course, Floyd threw in one of the ingredients sitting on the shelf, the entire jar sinking below the surface of the potion that threatened to bubble over and spill

-It never bubbled over, rather it EXPLODED

-Riddle would have lost his mind screaming if it wasn't for the way that his head began spinning and how quickly he seemed to be falling to the ground.

-Ace and Deuce, of course, were the ones who came to grab you, hoping to save their dorm leader

Outside of the infirmary, you stand with your arms crossed, glaring at both the boys.

"Have you forgotten that I have no magic? I can't wake him up," Ace groans, rolling his eyes.

"But if you do, he might feel, oh, I don't know, indebted? So he'll feel bad when he goes to collar us." You fight the urge to smack Ace and look to Deuce, who's staring at the ground in shame.

"You too?" The blue haired boy doesn't respond and you sigh. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, there's this fairytale thing..." Ace starts with, face breaking into a grin. "And it says it'll break any curse, so-"

"Are you talking about the-?!" You punch his arm, face flushing a bright red. "I knew you were up to something stupid!"

"You like him, he likes you! What, did ya want Deuce to kiss him?!"

"What the fuck, Ace?" Deuce shoves Ace, who cackles and turn to you, walking forwards quickly and making you stumble back into the infirmary, quickly slamming the door closed and yelling from the other side.

"Good luck, Prefect~" Ace coos. "Oh, I also told Trey that you woke him up already. Won't wanna make our resident baker sad, would we? He told me that he'd make you something as a thank you~"

"Damn you, Trappola," More laughter as footsteps echo down the hallway and disappear, leaving you in the dimly lit infirmary.

Just you.

And an unconscious Riddle.

You take a breath, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring down at his soft face. He was always boyishly handsome in a way that made your heart flutter whenever he looked in your direction, his stern gaze never failing to make you swoon, much to Ace's dismay. Now that he's asleep, calloused hands for once unclenched and relaxed at his sides, you can take a moment to notice the small things about him that you don't have the chance to normally see.

Everything from the small freckle that sat upon his eyelid, to the dark circles under his eyes, to the way that his face, even in sleep, was still flushed a light pink. You slowly grab his hand and feel a wave of sadness to find it cold. You wonder if he's ever had someone hold his hand, if it was always this cold, if the scowl that was no longer on his face was how he would look no matter what or if it was an expression trained into his soft features.

Biting your lip, you look to the door and back, deciding to suck it up and kiss your crush from the beginning of the school year.

You slowly lean in, lips connecting to his own slightly chapped ones before pulling away slowly. You notice how his crimson eyelashes flutter, his chest rising much higher than it had as he takes a deep breath. His cool gray eyes open to meet your own, thin lips forming a small smile as his half-lidded eyes take in your features.

Until it sets in.

His hand rushes to his mouth and he sits up quickly, making you lean back as to not bump his head. He gapes, mouth opening and closing as a bright red rises up his neck, soon covering his entire face. Riddle stares at you for a moment, terrified before making a sound that was something akin to a dying hamster, scrambling as far from you as possible and trying to get off the bed.

Mumbling to himself quickly, mind seemingly in a frenzy to explain the situation, to find a way other than his first kiss was when he was asleep.

He didn't seem to notice how the blanket got tangled in his and your legs, pulling both of you to the ground with a loud thud. He also didn't seem to notice Professor Crewel standing in the open doorway, the antidote in hand, eyebrow twitching at the scene before him.

"You couldn't wait two seconds?!" The professor groans.

Ace/Deuce:

-Both of them were dumb, and partnered up during potions class, accidentally making a potion that exploded all over them both

-What did you expect? You should have offered to separate the two rather than agreeing to Partner with Sebek during the joint lessons...

-Now you're stuck with two sleeping idiots while the professor works on a solution

-It's Epel who suggests that you kiss him to wake him up

"Oh, come on, Prefect!" Epel sighs. "It's not that bad! Besides, we all know that you like him!"

Ace route:

"Why would you think I liked him?!" You retort, frowning at the lilac haired boy, who shrugs.

"You two are always together, even when Deuce isn't there!" Epel fights back. "And he was the first one you met here..."

"He's-he's Ace! He's a bully, and doesn't think at all, and is-is-"

"Just kiss him!"

You scoff, looking down at the sleeping redhead, eyes tracing over the light freckles that crossed over the bridge of his nose. It was weird seeing his face look so... peaceful. For most of when you'd known him, he'd always have a shit-eating grin or a pout. He was always so expressive and seeing him look so still made something in your heart ache.

For a moment, you think about what would happen if he didn't wake up. Epel was right about one thing- that he was your closest and oldest friend here.

He may be annoying and a general menace, but he was still your menace. Ace was still the boy who would do anything to make you smile after Crowley runs you ragged, he was still the same boy who would steal stuff from Heartslabyul's kitchen if he heard that you liked it, dropping it off at your dorm before shyly asking to stay the night because he was sure that Trey had seen him do it and that Riddle was hot on his trail.

He was the one who protected you during countless overblots, throwing his life on the line and using as much magical power that he had to keep you safe. The one who made sure you ate every day, and had enough spare madol in your pockets for when you didn't have the time or the money to eat.

You look at him before frowning, making your resolve. You look at Epel nervously, who apologizes and averts his eyes. Your eyes scan his face once more, lightly brushing some of his ruby hair off to the side as you lean in and press a light kiss to his lips, leaning back and trying to ignore Epel's gagging and laughter.

Ace sighs, eyes slowly opening when you notice your hand was still resting on the crown of his head. You pull it back and the boy laughs softly, moving to sit up, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a perv-" He snickers, making you huff and shove him lightly. "H-hey!"

You rush out of the room, hearing Epel's laughter grow into cackling as Ace's voice sounds from the infirmary. "It was a joke! I meant in a good way! A good perv!" Epel laughs harder as your face flushes and you rush back to Ramshackle.

"Dumbass..." You mumble under your breath.

Deuce Route:

"And?!" You retort, making Epel snort.

"And he likes you," Rolling his eyes, he puts both hands on your shoulders and frowns, looking deep into your eyes, making you gulp at the intensity of his expression. "Prefect, on behalf of every first year student who is tired of watching you both be pathetic around each other-"

"Okay, Vil~" He lightly smacks your arm.

"Shaddup!"

Laughing, you pull away from him, fighting the blush that creeps up your face as you stare down at Deuce's sleeping expression, lips slightly parted accompanying the soft rise and fall of his chest.

"And imagine how happy you would make Ms. Spade~" Ah, his secret weapon- Deuce's mother who had taken a liking to you due to how often Deuce tells her about you. After learning of your 'other world' situation, she began talking to you more and more often, checking to see how you were doing or if you needed anything. She even offered to allow you to live with her and Deuce over the duration of summer break should you still be here, already making plans to take you out to get clothes of your own (rather than hand me downs from your friends, as well as from the dorm leaders and the teachers).

"Okay, okay, I'll do it..." You mumble. Epel pulls out his phone, camera on when you push him out of the room, huffing at his muffled laughter from behind his hand. "You could be such a bully sometimes!"

"Have fun!" You watch him disappear down the hallway and close the door to the infirmary, sighing as you sit on the edge of the bed, lightly toying with the flimsy sheet that covered the boy.

Smiling, you attempt to fix the smudged spade that covered his eye with your thumb, only managing to smear the makeup further across his face and down his cheekbone. You can't help but rest your makeup-stained hand on his face, feeling how much his body temperature had dropped in his sleep.

Normally when you would help him with his makeup his face was so warm as you held it in your hands, pleading for him to stay still and stop squirming so you can make the shape look neat. You can't seem to forget that same warmth that he would hold when you would both sleep on the floor during sleepovers, the two of you sleeping back to back in between the rest of the first years, legs barely intertwining with one another.

And how his face would flush as you tutored him, feeling his labored breaths dust over your face as you backed away, realizing how close you had gotten to him while trying to explain the problem. The same flush that painted his face after you would thank him for everything, patching up his wounds when he would get into fights on your behalf, silently weeping about how he was doing so well and went back to his old ways. He would let you hold him close then, every ounce of shyness pushed out of his system as he sniffled and you reassured him that he was going great, that you were glad he was there to be your knight in shining armor...

You wanted to see that comforting shade of red again.

Leaning in, you press a kiss just shy of his lips, the corners of your mouths connecting before you shyly lean back, watching his eyelids shoot open.

He gasps and you feel an immense pain in your stomach, winching and hissing as you grab the spot that you realized he had hit.

"P-prefect!" His face pales when he realized that he just had his fairytale moment, and also that he had kissed- and, on instinct, punched- his true love. "I'm so, so, so sorry!"

The rest of the first years made fun of you both- Deuce on the verge of tears apologizing and begging for forgiveness and you with a massive bruise on your stomach, holding an icepack to the spot. He promised he would make it up to you later- or you could hit him back.

Ruggie:

-Ate something completely on accident. He was so hungry after his shift, and the fruits on that tree just looked so good... and don't blame him! They looked like normal apples, and they smelled and tasted the same, especially to his half asleep and starved self

-He was passed out in the forest near Ramshackle when you were making your way to Sam's shop, noticing the familiar pair of hyena ears peeking out from within a bush

-You pull him out with a little bit of a struggle, what with the branches getting stuck on his clothes and hair as you attempt to yank him out

-Finally, you manage to get him on his back on the ground, pulling the twigs out of his hair and noticing how, in sleep, his ears still twitch when you accidentally brush too close.

-You shake him a few times, getting more and more nervous when you realize that he wasn't responding

-You pinch his cheek, blow on his face, pulling his ears, you even dump half of your water bottle on him

-You call Leona in a panic, the lion grumpy about being woken up from his nap

-He tells you that he'll tell someone, which you highly doubt, and adds a second solution before hanging up on you

"-or ya can always kiss him."

"Leona, what do you-?!" The sound of a beep signaling the end of the call makes you huff, face alight from the prince's suggestion. You put your phone in the grass, mind racing about what you could do to help him, the kiss echoing throughout your skull and making your heart skip a beat. You fumble to make yourself busy as to get rid of the thought, a blush creeping up your neck at the suggestion as you peeked over to the unconscious hyena beastman.

You feel a stab of pity once you see his vacant expression, freckled and scarred face shifting every once in a while as a reaction to whatever dreams he was having. His brown hair streaked with blonde sways in the afternoon breeze, some of it blowing into his eyes. You hesitantly reach over to brush it away, getting to see the small details you're never close enough to notice.

The heavy freckles that coat his entire face, thickly concentrated on his cheeks and along the bridge of his nose. The light scarring from scraps he'd told you about getting into growing up. You lightly run your thumb over the light nicks that lined right below his bottom lip, small white lines that indicate where he'd accidentally scraped himself while growing in his fangs- a common occurrence amongst beastmen. If your eyes traveled down, you could notice the thin, crack-like scars that creep up his neck and disappear below his collar from Leona's overblot.

You also take a moment to notice just how... frail he seemed when he wasn't as active as he always is. The purplish-blue circles under his eyes that seem even deeper with how his eyes seemed to be sunken in. How narrow his face was, cheekbones prominent. You grab one of his rough, calloused hands in your own, noticing how large his hand was compared to the rest of his forearm. Frowning, you run your hand over his features, wishing that the boy would allow himself a break or at least accept your offer to take over his jobs for him. That he didn't think he owed you anything for trying to help him.

You couldn't deny your crush on him, not even if you wanted to. His clever tricks and pranks never failed to make your heart flutter- and annoy you. No matter how much of an act you could put up, how angry you pretended to be when he stole your bag and wouldn't give it back until you shared your lunch with him, when he purposefully annoyed Grim and ran away, you were sure that he could see through it.

You wouldn't undermine his intelligence so much as to think he didn't notice your nervous stammering, the surefire blush that would make it's way onto your face whenever he got to close. You're sure that only lead to him teasing you more to watch you sputter and try to regain your composure.

Despite all of that, he was still one of your closest friends. He still checked up on you and often (jokingly) doted on you like a worried mother, trying to make you laugh during the times when the pressure of being alone in an alien world seemed to be too much. He would still take time out of his busy day to teach you some tricks about the world, how to get around and get things done with or without the help of magic. He even went so far as to share some of his food with you when he noticed how Grim seemed to be your priority, how you would put him before yourself, neglecting your health.

Despite how he seemed to most of NRC, he was still one of the sweetest, most hardworking, earnest, caring boys you had ever met.

And, you decided, you would not let him wither away here. Sleep curse or not, you were going to wake him up!

You lean in and press a small, inexperienced kiss to his chapped lips, sitting back in the grass and watching as his nose twitches a few times, groaning and sitting up. His light gray-blue eyes open and he gapes at you, jaw hanging open as he presses a clawed hand to his lips, eyes wandering down to your own.

"Y-you..." He mumbles, face flushing. "Do it-...do it again?"

You pause and nod, heart pounding as you lean in, your hand landing atop his own as you both lean in, opting to close your eyes as you feel his warm breath on your face and-

Then you feel a tongue run along the bottom half of your face. You pull back, staring at Ruggie, this time it's your turn to have your jaw dropped. The boy stares, droopy eyes laced with mortification as his ears sit flat atop his head.

You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking as you laugh.

"H-hey! Don't laugh!" He yells, face flushing a brighter red than you had ever thought you would see on the normally laid back boy. "It was my first kiss! I don't know what I'm doing!"

You ended up going on an actual date after that, as long as you swore on your life that you would never tell anybody what happened.

Jade:

-He invited you to go camping with him

-Most people would turn him down before you even asked, but you were hopelessly in love with the eel, so...

-Here you were, atop one of the mountains near campus, backpack in hand, being tasked with the job of holding the glass terrariums that the boy would put his findings in and trek back to campus with

-That is, until he touched a particularly fascinating mushroom that exploded in his face

-He fell to the ground, unconscious, and you panicked, immediately dropping the terrariums to fall to your knees and shake him, doing anything to try to wake him up

-On the verge of tears, you call his brother, who laughs at the situation

"Just kiss 'im, dummy!" That makes your tears stop as you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve.

"W-what?"

"Yeah, you kiss him and he'll wake up. It's a magic thing, you wouldn't get it," The other twin, starting to sound annoyed, groans when you hear Azul's voice in the background beckoning him back to his work station. "I can't!" A distant 'why?' from Azul, clearly fed up with Floyd. "Shrimpy killed my brother!" A louder 'what?!' followed by Floyd's laughter rings from the other side.

"I gotta go!" He hums. "Try to bring him back in... at most three pieces, yeah? Mama would be pissed if I came home without him," You pick up on his soft snickers before the call drops and you drop the phone in disbelief, watching the eel mer sleep. You fashion a pillow out of your jacket, propping his head up so it's not rested against roots and rocks and bugs.

You take a second to run your hands through his teal hair, twirling the black strand around your fingers a few times. "It couldn't be that bad..." You mumble, face heating up at the thought as you stare down at him, sighing as you continue to play with his hair strand, mumbling and swearing to yourself as it gets caught on his earring that glimmers in the afternoon sun.

You work to untangle it, feeling his warm breaths against your forearm, which doesn't hep to stop the shaking of your hands. You try to keep yourself balanced, ducking down to see exactly where the hair strands were tangled.

He had let you touch his shockingly soft hair once before, when you had asked. You ran your hand over the cold sturgeon scale earring, glad that you could finally touch it. Jade had told you the story behind him and his twin's shared earrings as well as other stories from their childhood, which captivated you to no end.

Living under the sea? Swimming with sharks on a daily basis? Having a tail (or tentacles) rather than legs? It all seemed insane to you... and Jade seemed to take great pleasure in telling you all about his hometown.

He had promised to take you there someday, which made you so excited you nearly dropped the glass cup you were drying off after your shift at Mostro, the eel chuckling and lightly chastising you for your clumsiness.

How did he not know that you were in love with him? Someone as observant as him surely would have noticed your reactions around him- his brother sure did.

And Floyd never let you hear the end of it.

He also told you that his twin felt the same way, often going out of his way to push you two together as often as possible. you were considering begging their childhood friend for his help, but you were worried that he would try to take something, despite having changed his ways after his overblot.

You could deny it all you wanted, but you could not deny how his soft touches made you feel. Everything from the gentle way he would look at you when he didn't think you would notice, to the gentle way he held your hands when he was helping you pitch your shared tent, to the domesticity of cooking dinner with him over the campfire the night before.

Without thinking, you slowly kiss him, pulling away once you realized what you had done, face turning a bright red.

Jade's eyes peek open, finding your own as his mouth breaks into a wide, toothy grin, one more earnest and softer than any you had seen. He silently holds your hands in his, moving to sit up as you hear something snap and watch as his body sways to the side before he cascades down the hill and disappears into the bushes.

"Jade?!" You shout, scrambling after him and hearing his muffled groans and swears as he continues to plummet down the hill. "Jade, I'm coming! Hold on!"

Floyd lost his mind when you both came back and Jade had his arm in a sling, finding it hilarious how you managed to bring his brother home in pieces after all...

Jamil:

-It was during one of NRC's family events

-It was heavily guarded, but that still didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen

-Being the son of a wealthy merchant does get you enemies, but it also gives you people willing to do anything to get involved in the family

-So when Jamil taste tested one of the carnival snacks meant for Kalim and fell to the ground, the noble girl throwing a fit about how that was meant for Kalim and how she should have been the one to wake him up with a true love's kiss, all hell broke loose on campus

-Kalim, knowing that you were incredibly close to Jamil, dragged you to the infirmary, pleading for you to kiss his best friend and wake him up

"Kalim, I really can't-"

"Oh, please!" The boy grabs your hand in both of his, eyes brimming with tears and his bottom lip jutting out. "She-she said that the only way to wake him up would be true love's kiss! And he really, really likes you, so it has to be you!" You flush at his statement, hoping to pass it off as just being Kalim's optimism kicking in during the bad situation.

"He's asleep! I-I can't just kiss him!" You shake your head, trying to fight the blush that creeps up your neck. "That's wrong!"

"I'm sure he'd understand!" The boy practically wails. "Just try, please!"

You sigh and try to shake him off, begrudgingly agreeing to help your friend. Of course, you'd been harboring a crush on the boy since you first met him before the Magshift match in October, the crush only growing throughout the rest of the year. His snide comments, dark humor, and responsible nature warmed your heart. Even when he acted like he didn't want your help with preparing dinner, or to help clean up the gym after basketball practice, he still joked and laughed with you.

Even when you noticed how he hung his head with every little compliment you attempted to send his way, suddenly pulling his hood further over his eyes.

You walk into the infirmary, Kalim excusing himself to give you both some privacy. You sit on the chair next to the bed, watching his sleeping face. After the fall, some of his hair had fallen out of his braids and ponytail, cascading down his face. You couldn't deny that he was attractive- his charcoal gray eyes that twinkled with mischief, the way he would bite his lip when he was practicing basketball, toned arms shifting with every move, practically glowing in the lights of the gymnasium. You couldn't help but admire him more when you reached out and toyed with one of the bells that decorated his hair, smiling softly to himself.

The first time you watched him dance, you practically had to leave the room. His long hair that would swirl around him as he spun and stepped, his sharp eyes meeting yours and grinning, baring his slightly sharpened canines. The thought of the moment makes your heart skip a beat as you fight the urge to trace a finger over his sharp features, opting to settle your hand on his cheek, cupping it and running your thumb on the space beneath his eye. With your other hand, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, his sleeping form on display. You take a breath, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips, backing away and covering your face from the effort.

You watch his face slowly contort into a grimace, groaning as his eyes slowly open, a hand making it's way up to his cheek to hold your own. His hand feels so warm over your own, matching the slow heating of his cheek as you gulp. He gasps softly, quickly sitting up and turning to face you, mouth agape.

"S-sorr-" He cuts you off by practically lunging at you, lips colliding with your own as you yelp and scramble for balance as the chair begins to rock, tipping backwards. Jamil swears and you hold onto him for dear life, one hand pulling his hair and the other awkwardly wrapped around his arm, as you both plummet to the floor.

You walked away with a sprained wrist and he walked away with a sore scalp and a nasty scratch on his forehead, but hey, at least you got a date out of it.

Neige:

-When you're in the public eye as often as he is, you tend to have a few fans who are willing to go above and beyond to get any sort of interaction with you

-Neige was well aware of this, just just couldn't refuse when one of his fans gave him a box of homemade chocolates, begging him to tell them how it tastes

-He obliged, despite the feeling in his gut as he took a bite of the apple-shaped chocolate, a caramel-like substance leaking out of the side

-One of the volunteers at the event managed to catch him before he hit the ground

-You, being there to support him during the meet and greet, were the second person to get to his side, shaking him and yelling at someone to grab security and a medic

-That's how you both landed here, in the city's hospital.

You sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair at Neige's bedside, the endless flowers and cards sent by fans piling up in the room, barely leaving enough space for you all to walk through. You had to go live on Neige's magicam account on his behalf to thank everyone for their well wishes, but also to kindly ask them to stop sending extravagant bouquets due to the lack of room in the hospital, joking that the nurses were thinking of kicking you two out.

You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over the chat, countless donors and commenters telling you to kiss him.

"True love's kiss, huh?" You said aloud accidentally.

'Yesss!'

'Ofc'

'its like the story, right?'

'they don't know about it?'

'do u think its gonna work?'

'it has to!!!!!!!! THEY'RE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHERRR!'

You can't help but blush at the comments, quickly thanking everyone once more before turning the live video off, setting his phone off to the side. You were both well aware about your... fanbase. After seeing you and Neige attend so many events together, some of his fans had taken it to the next level.

Fancams of the two of you two together, countless edits of your small moments together that the fans are adamantly arguing is proof of your relationship. You have both received fanart of the two of you together- ranging from very cute (a small drawing of the two of you together having a picnic) to... borderline uncomfortable (pictures of you two and your 'children' named and given personalities by the fan themselves...). You had even been sent popular fanfiction about the two of you from Cater, who laughed like a madman when you called him immediately after he sent the text, flustered and annoyed.

Neige didn't seem to mind, even going as far as to point out the good things about even the worst things you two have been subjected to. ("The anatomy is very well done!" "Neige, it's creepy," You pouted, earning a nervous chuckle from his end.)

You wipe the remainder of his stage makeup off gently, patting his face down with one of the towels given to you by the hospital. The light mascara had smudged in the fray, not having enough time to clean his face off until just now. You gingerly wipe around his eyes and under his soft cheekbones, sighing in defeat when you notice that his long eyelashes don't even flutter at the touch.

Of course you knew what true love's kiss was (aside from the perfume brand that Neige had modeled for a few months prior). Neige had told you the story once after being compared to the infamous Princess by a fan- a girl with an evil stepmother, stepmother orders to get her killed, she runs into the forest and finds seven dwarves, she eats a poisoned apple, the prince kisses her, they wake up, and happily ever after.

You can't help but be skeptical of the situation, especially coming from a world where there is no such thing as magic.

But...

Seeing the disheartened faces of Neige's roommates made your heart sink. Those boys all cared so deeply for their friend, and were so worried when they heard what had happened. You remember Dominic asking if there was anything you could do, hinting at the true love's kiss once more.

You take a breath and lean in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before slowly peeling back, watching his dark eyelashes flutter as he lets out something that sounds akin to a whimper from the back of his throat. He gasps, deep brown eyes meeting yours and lighting up as he smiles softly, raising a hand to cup your face. You hold your hand over his own before both of your phone begin buzzing incessantly, making you both jump and breaking you out of the moment.

There you see it. A screenshot of a livestream of one of the nurses raving about Neige LeBlanche being in her hospital. And in the background...

You, very clearly, kissing him awake.

You sigh as Neige giggles.

"At least we don't have to worry about telling anyone!"

And so your fanbase grew.

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