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shiny-jr · 2 years

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Have you ever thought of the imposter au with the staff of raven College? I could just imagine Crewel being the reason the reader is summoned to twst while not fulling knowing it (Probably coming in at the end to safe then after realize shits going down). That and maybe Crowley and Vargas going full mad dog and just chasing the reader like crazy. Maybe Trein tripping over his cat while chasing and reader/imposter feeling bad about it. Along with Sam using shadow creature to track the imposter down. Just a fun ideas I've been having, feel free to ignore.

I have thought about it before. I believe I even once mentioned that I would make a separate post for it eventually. Recently been thinking about platonic yan staff, so like fatherly type stuff for those of you with daddy issues.

Platonic yan Crowley! Wants to be your father figure so bad. Why won't you let him take you under his wing? You'd be his little fledgling! Ah, he must do his best to protect you! He is the headmaster of a prestigious school with unfortunately many arrogant troublesome students. Often he'll dramatically lament, inquiring why you don't wish to spend time with your dear old father? When you reply with a deadpan, "You're not my dad, Crowley." He'll break out into a melodramatic wail, oh woe is him that his own child does not wish to partake in any activities with him! Ah–– a way home, you ask? Well, during one of his many hours long searches in the library to find you a way home, something he adamantly assures you he's been doing, he had the most profound idea which he shall so graciously share with you! Why not stay in Twisted Wonderland and allow him to formally adopt you? Then you shall be his child and he will be sure to provide you with all the love and care you need! Isn't he a genius with such boundless benevolence?

Platonic yan Divus! Probably believes the whole world is out to get you. You poor little thing, far from home, lost and afraid, with no where else to go. Eventually he'll begin to doubt that Crowley is taking proper care of you, and deem his efforts as inadequate. Look at this wretched place, an old dorm filled with cobwebs and ghosts is supposed to be your home? An old oversized uniform and a handful of cheap worn clothes from the shop are all you have to wear? And your classmates, his own students, oh he knows what they're like. A bunch of ruthless mischief making pups! This is unacceptable! Divus will spoil you like his own. He has a soft spot for you, so when he's improving your conditions and getting rid of the old dirtied items, you hold up that feral monster cat and go, "Can I at least keep Grim? Please?" Ah, the puppy eyes. How could he say no to you? But that cat is getting a bath first. Oh, and he's incredibly wary of all the students. In his eyes, none of them are good enough to be your friends, and he's beginning to suspect all of them of trying to take advantage of you. Listen here, darling, you are not to trust any other men besides himself, are we clear?

Platonic yan Vargas! Oh god, not another one. Somehow, he's worse than the other two dads you've acquired. Especially because he thinks your escape attempts are some sort of crazy athletic training regimen. He's come to think of your monthly escape attempts as survival training, so not only is he enjoying himself but he's more than capable of keeping up and capturing you. Then dragging you back to NRC with a proud grin, boasting about how you got so much further than last time! "Let me go! Let go of me!" That's the spirit, he cheers. Seems like you're raring to train again, but now's the time regain your energy for next month! Eagerly tells you stories about his youth, how he was the strongest and most popular! He really wants you to look up to him, and he likes to think he's your favorite dad. Especially when it comes to Crewel, let's say they have differing opinions on how to properly care for you. While his counterpart prefers to pamper you, Vargas believes you need more activity and excitement in your life! Wouldn't you agree with him? Come on, give him a smile now!

Platonic yan Trein! The only real dad on the list. He has two sons that are already full adults now, and he believes you'd get along wonderfully with them. You would be their new younger sibling. "That's kinda... dumb. I'm not their sibling though." You comment, as he responds, it is not foolish to want all three of his children to get along. It's a bit annoying that you can never really get on his nerves, despite him being notoriously strict and a little intimidating with his stoic look. But like most of the dads on this list, he too has a weak spot for you. He still expects you to be a well-behaved though. No matter what you're like, he can handle it. After all, he's been a professor at NRC for so long, that he's seen and taken care of countless students. If you're looking for quiet time, he's probably the best to be with by far. He'll let his feline familiar Lucius sit on your lap as he serves you a platter of cookies with a hot beverage. When you do try to get on his nerves for whatever reason, it never works, so you end up plopping down beside him on the couch in defeat, angrily opening a magazine as he calmly continues to read a book. Now that the opportunity has present itself, he'd like to have a word with you. You should know that you are his pride and joy. That being said, should any of his students be pestering you, inform him immediately and he'll handle it promptly.

Platonic yan Sam! Most likely the best one to be with. It doesn't even feel like he's trying to be your dad, he's more like a cool but still concerning weird uncle. But if you had to classify him as a dad, he'd be the chill one. Although it is scary that he seems to know way more about you than you ever told him about. You suspect it has something to do with his friends on the other side. Whenever you're not with him, you have spied an oddly moving shadow or two... But the upside about that is, he always seems to know what you want. If it's small, he'll offer it for free. If it's a bigger item, he'll let you have it if you work the shop with him for a few hours. What's say you, huh? Sound like a deal? He'll entertain you a trick or two while you're here! Sam likes to call you his little good luck charm, because you tend to bring in more customers and just put him in a good mood. He choses to trust you, more than the other dads, probably because he knows you can't escape because he's always watching you somehow. You go on ahead, just be back by dark, you hear? He wouldn't want to send his friends to force you back home if you stay out late, m'kay?

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deceitful-darlings · 10 months

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Pardon my intrusion! I'm not certain as to whether or not this counts as a request, but I was wondering which twst yanderes would be chillest with an Aroace darling. Idk, I just see an unfortunate lack of content for that sexuality and your content tends to be particularly enjoyable. (alfhlhsd can you tell I'm new to this Anon thing? Hope this was done properly)

Yup, this is a request, and that’s totally ok!

And as for which would be chill with an aroace darling...well, it depends what you define as chill. Naturally, all could potentially be platonic yanderes, but if we’re looking at non-platonic I would say:

Professor Trein

Lilia

Trey

Kalim

And possibly Rook and Silver

These characters can easily slip in to a more caretaker role for their darlings, even without the platonic aspect. Trein and Lilia are both old enough that they aren’t going to be too fussed about the sexual or romantic aspect of the relationship. Kalim is kinda a dunce, so for him he could have to possibility to just treat the relationship as if it were a deeper friendship, Silver is just... Silver. I don’t think he’d care too much as long as you were just there. Rook and Trey are kind of the ‘they may just about be able to keep their dicks in their pants but don’t hold your breath about it’ gang.

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sagethegaywitch · 6 days

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Yandere Staff Headcanons

GN reader

TW: yandere behavior, stalking, poisoning mentioned

Genre: yandere

The staff will all be platonic yanderes who view you as their child or younger sibling.

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Dire Crowley:

While he may act disinterested in your situation and may walk circles around finding a way to send you home, it’s partially because he’s incredibly interested in you. The Dark Mirror doesn’t make mistakes, so why would it bring a magicless human to the school? He comes to the conclusion that you must be his little apprentice, someone who can help him with his duties.

Allows you to take classes so you can get more familiar with this new world before you can start working for him. He observes your classes from the windows and doesn’t really make an effort to hide when you spot him. You brush it off as a weird Headmaster thing, but you always see him during your classes and even when you walk through the hallway.

After a while, he will invite you to the library to help him research a way to send you home. In reality, he took all books from the library about the Dark Mirror and other dimensions and hid them in his study to prevent you from leaving Twisted Wonderland. He will claim that it’s your responsibility to find a way home and that you need to help him research. You now join him in the library for an hour or two everyday scanning over books and reading ancient texts.

He’ll start offering you little snacks and reading next to you at the table to get you comfortable around him. He knows that his mask and taloned gloves are a bit off putting, but he’s trying to show you that he’s not a threat.

Eventually he’ll start using magic during these little sessions to gain your attention. From using magic to get books on higher shelves to teleporting to the cafeteria to get snacks, you’re soon interested in his magical capabilities. It starts as a game as you challenge him to do certain things like lifting up 100 books with magic to see how strong he is or asking him to breathe fire, but he’ll smugly complete the challenges without breaking a sweat.

Because of your interest in him, he offers you the opportunity to shadow him for a day to see how he uses magic in his daily life. You’ll agree because you’re curious about what he does all day, and unbeknownst to you, you unwillingly just agreed to be his apprentice.

He starts to drag you out of class more often, telling the teacher’s that it's official school business, and he’ll take you around school explaining certain aspects of the school that you need to know. From the history of the statues of the Great Seven to all the ancient magic items that the school houses, he’s basically preparing you to give school tours to prospective students.

He’ll try to teach you magic in his spare time, but he knows it will take a while because you didn’t have the proper training when you were younger. He takes it upon himself to make you the best mage in history, only second to him though.

He’s a very jealous man, and as your role model, he will begin isolating you from corrupted people. He can’t lash out at anyone because of his position as Headmaster, but that doesn’t prevent him from giving them detention or threatening them with expulsion.

He will get clingy when jealous and hang on your arms and whine loudly that you're abusing his niceness towards you by wasting your time on other people. He will only be appeased with excessive praise and/or a promise from you to stay by his side. He’s very insecure that you don't favor him and he needs constant reassurance that he’s your favorite.

Overall, he’s desperate for any attention from you and he can’t wait to make you his apprentice. He doesn’t quite view you as his child because even he knows he probably won’t make a good parent. But he’s ready to give you all of his knowledge and prepare you to become a great mage and maybe take on the role of the school’s Assistant Headmaster.

Mozus Trein:

He and Vargas are one of the few people not disgusted by the fact you have no magic. Since magic history does not actually involve the usage of magic, he does not really care if you can’t use it.

He treats you no differently and still grades you just as hard as he does his other students, but he does appreciate it when you score higher than the rest of the class. He is the kind of teacher to pin your test to the board and tell the whole class that you scored better even if you’re magicless.

Gets fatherly when you ask him for some help on a certain topic after school. You’re very polite and nod along as he explains the historical context of the topic and gives you some extra reading from his personal library to help you understand better.

He doesn’t let you remove his books from his room because he doesn’t fully trust you with his private collection, but he’ll let you read in his room during lunch if you want. Soon these reading sessions during lunch become daily, and he often stays in his room to monitor you.

He’s amazed by your love for literature and complex thinking when you offer him critiques on each book you read. You two begin to have conversations about authors and their writings, and how it relates to the discovery and usage of magic throughout the years.

When you finally gain his trust, you also gain Lucius’ trust. The first day that Lucius jumps out of Trein’s arms and into your lap as you sit next to your teacher was the day that Trein took on his role as your father.

He doesn’t really like eating cafeteria food, so he’ll often pack his own. When he gets closer to you, he starts to pack extra portions for you. To make it more natural, he’ll start first with small snacks before moving on to full meals. You always feel guilty that he’s cooking for you, but it's not like you can reject his kind gesture. In return, you always try to make him some sweets each week. He doesn’t really enjoy sweets anymore, but he loves it when you make some homemade ones just for him.

He will have Lucius follow you around during the day to make sure you’re being safe. Students begin to wonder why the cat is wandering around the halls, but they’re all a bit too scared of Trein to find out. Sometimes Lucius will strut into your class and will make himself comfy on your lap while you’re trying to take notes.

Nobody will really realize what Trein is doing with you, and if anyone asks, he brushes it off as a teacher looking out for his favorite student. He tries not to show his favoritism during class, but other students will see him asking you to stay behind after class and watch him offer you a seat next to his so you two can discuss the most recent book you’ve been reading.

Will not intervene with your friendships but will tell you how much he dislikes your more troublesome friends because he believes they are bad influences on you. He might give them detention for the smallest of reasons to keep them away from you.

Overall, he will never cross the fatherly line and knows when you get uncomfortable with his protectiveness of you. He wants you to come to him in your times of need and see him as a role model, so he is willing to do what you want to stay in your good graces.

Divus Crewel:

You’re just a magicless human, why should he care about you? Why is your face so cute, and why does he see some potential in you to be great? He will brush these questions off and will continue to treat you as a mutt among pure breeds.

His attitude about you changes when you score the highest grade on one of your tests. You spent extra time studying and preparing for this one because you were hoping to raise your grades, but now you also have Crewel’s attention. At first, he thinks you cheated, but he was watching you closely turning the exam to make sure you didn’t fall behind, so he rules that option out.

When he passes out the graded tests, he sighs and gives credit where credit is due. He’ll pat you on your head after he places the test on your desk and will call you a good boy/girl. The way your face lights up at his approval blinds him momentarily before he continues to pass out the tests.

Will continue to monitor you throughout the next few weeks and give you little praises just to see your reaction again.

He sees that you still struggle a bit in class because normal science and magic science are so different, so he uses it as an excuse paired with your curiosity to stay after class almost everyday so he can tutor you. At first he’ll make a show of saying it's a big chore to help you, but the longer the tutoring goes on, the more excited he is to spend extra time with you.

He will begin holding you back after class each day to tell you that he’s proud of the progress you’ve made since you first started his class, and he will offer you helpful criticism on your assignments and how to improve your research.

Because he’s finally helping you in class, you take the opportunity to ask him a bunch of questions about the sciences of the magical world. From potionology to curses, you’re interested in everything and just want them explained to you. He’s surprised by your interest in the topics he teaches, but he puffs up in pride that you’re asking for his knowledge.

He’s a bit too young to be a father figure, but he’s also a bit too old to be a big brother, so he settles for the in between. He’ll be your educational role model during school hours, but outside of the school setting he’s your big brother.

During school he helps tutor you and obviously favors you during class, but outside of class he’s making comments about your clothing and offering to make and tailor some just for you.

He doesn’t think it's inappropriate to take his favorite student shopping at designer stores or buying an excessive amount of fabric to make you fitted clothing. He loves to spoil you when you’re good, like getting top grades in class, but he can also be firm when you’re struggling to keep up in your studies.

He secretly adds details in your clothing that matches his usual outfits like adding black and white designs that are similar to the ones on his coat or adding red accents somewhere.

As your older brother and father, he thinks it's his duty to protect you from the lowly mutts of the school. He is already pretty strict, but now he’s handing out detention to the people he deems too lowly to be in your presence. He also refuses to allow you to date because it will take you away from your studies and your special time with him. Maybe a simple poison will take care of any potential suitors for a while.

Overall, he uses your human curiosity and magicless quality to drag you into supplemental tutoring after school, which soon transitions into weekly outings to go shopping. He is very defensive about you and is willing to take a few students out if it ensures you stay by his side.

Ashton Vargas:

He probably took note of you during P.E. class, and whether you are really good at sports or hate them, he can see the dormant physical power you have. He doesn’t mind that you can’t use magic, but it does cause some complications during broom flying lessons. He’s a bit dense and will have you try to ride a broom, your cheeks flushed red from the pointless effort and from the embarrassment as he offers you encouraging words.

He’ll train you harder during class and even invite you to jog with him around the field after your class. It may seem odd at first, but you just assume that he wants to help you succeed in his class, so you reluctantly agree.

During these little sessions he’ll teach you about the body and all the different muscles by showing off his physique. He’ll show off his muscles to gain your attention and will tell you that you’ll be big and strong like him one day.

His favorite activity to teach you is broom flying because he sees you struggle so much during class. He understands that you don’t have magic, but he knows that with a lot of hard work and practice, you will be able to do it. He will sometimes allow you to ride on a broom with him to get you used to flying through the air and understanding how the broom works.

He also does this cute thing where he’ll make you sit on the broom before hefting the broom in the air to run you around the field to simulate flying.

He’s not a great chef, but he tries to bring you homemade and healthy snacks for you to munch on throughout the day. From protein cookies to fruit bowls, he supplies you with the necessary nutrients to make you stronger. This is one of the rare times that he acts all bashful because he’s concerned about you rejecting his efforts. Although most of the treats he makes are a little janky, you always accept them and enjoy eating them.

As your training goes on, you two get closer and form a friendship based on shared exercise goals. If you don’t like working out, he’ll always gently encourage you to do what feels comfortable and will push you when needed. If you’re like him and you love exercising, he’s matching your energy and pushing the both of you as far as you can go.

He’s not really jealous of other people because a quick flex of his muscles should make them feel inferior, but it’s also a silent threat that he would absolutely beat them up in a fight.

Overall, he may have a very startling height and body size, but he’s really sweet and just wants the best for your health. He’s going to love the time you two spend chasing each other around the field and him trying to teach you to use a broom. Now you have your own little cheerleader who is going to support you throughout your exercising journey.

Sam:

He is forever grateful that you keep him in business at the school. Because you have to work on campus to earn money to pay for meals, class materials, and other stuff, you’ve been going to Sam’s shop to buy cheaper versions of the necessities. When you visit, he does what he does with all the other students that make their way to his shop and offers you trinkets that have questionable origins.

When he first offered you an interesting looking keychain, you were genuinely interested in what it was and started asking questions on where it came from and what it does. He is more than happy to spin a dramatic tale of how he had to fight off monsters and narrowly avoid traps to obtain the little keychain that is said to have great magical powers.

You’re one of the only people to actually buy his little knick-knacks if you ended up liking the story that went along with it. He tries his best to weave the most intricate tales to get you to stay longer and maybe buy another item.

The storytelling went from a gimmick to make you buy more to him actually enjoying putting a meaning behind the random treasures he has in his shop. He vaguely remembers where he got most of the junk from, but he thinks giving them a story will give them more value to you.

After school you’re often found tucked in a corner of Sam’s shop, reading an ancient book about voodoo or tinkering around with the odd things hanging from the ceiling. Either way, Sam begins to enjoy your presence in his shop that barely gets visited by other students or staff.

He views himself as your cool older brother and he loves to teach you about the history of dark magic. He will always warn you away from it, but he still gives you frequent lessons about it like how to summon creatures from the other side or how shadow manipulation works.

He’s not jealous in nature since he doesn’t get out much, but if you’re getting bullied at school, he’ll slip you an unknown ball of something to place in your bully’s bag. He’ll never tell you what they do, but you trust him, so you always carefully plant the ball before making a quick getaway.

Overall, a very secretive man who will only share his deepest and darkest secrets with you. He loves that you’re so interested in his culture and he’s excited to teach you a little more about the magic he uses. Since he has so many friends on the other side, he might even be able to give you magical abilities.

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #yandere #xreader #staff #dire crowley #mozus trein #divus crewel #ashton vargas #sam #twisted wonderland #platonic #headcanons

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mayullla · 1 year

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Title: Another daughter

Character(s): Mozus Trein (Twisted wonderland)

Summary: Including Yuu, it seems that Crowley had found a small child too playing in the gardens of the school. Not knowing what to do with the little girl he gave you to the professors to deal with while he excused himself. They didn't know what to do with you at first but it seems that you slowly shackled their hearts.

Warnings/tags: Child! fem! reader, this is mainly fluff with tints of platonic yandere so obsession and possessive themes

Many wondered where the head mage went off to when the mirror was appointing each student to their new dorms. While the Prefects acted natural some not even caring a lot of the students could see the frustration in some of the teacher's faces as they continued to look at the door waiting for the headmage to come back from looking for a new student.

He was late, taking a while to find this student that supposedly ran away from the ceremony.

So when everyone thought that maybe he would not come the doors opened revealing the headmage and... some company.

It was the student that he seemed to be looking for… as well as a cat... and something in his ar- Why was the headmage holding a child!?

Crewel was so close to lashing out at the headmage at the whole situation but was somehow able to hold it in glaring at the poor man who had to explain where he went to the prefects telling the new student to stand on the platform as the cat gets kicked out of the building and then was unable to be sorted into a dorm because the student was magicless.

The small bundle from his arms laughed cheerfully at the whole situation. No one was able to get their eyes off the whole situation it was a mess.

A mess!

Yet somehow... somehow everything worked out in the end, as Crowley sent all the students away also telling this magicless student to wait as he hands the teacher the small kid that he found.

Almost all the teachers were glaring at him telling him to explain what happened the time he was gone, except he gave the most half-hearted hurried answer tossing the small child that he found in Crewel's arms and making a run for it to the magicless student.

"Won't you explain yourself?" Professor Trein's voice was low quiet but threatening as he glanced at the kid in the headmage's arms.

"Look I am as confused as you are. But look after this child for me while I deal with the other for now." Crowley started flustered "The small child is just the same as that magicless student and I can't seem to send her back too!"

Quickly the headmage managed to escape with the magicless student leaving in an empty room the teachers as they stare at the small body that was held in Crewel's arms. The doe-like eyes stared back at them, looking around rather confused.

They soon found out that you were from another world, that like that other student, you didn't belong here and were unfortunately unable to go back. "How did you come here little one?" "Hmmm? I don't remember... I just saw this big carriage that was pulled by a horsie that was soo cool!" You told them waving your hands to show how big it was. "It was so pretty!"

"What should we do with her then?" Sam asked pointing at you. "I am not really sure. To be honest, I still need to do some research to send them back to their own world." The headmage frowned as he crossed his arms, trying to think of some sort of idea about what they should do with you.

"Hah, you aren't saying that we must take care of the child? We already have to look after the students." Professor Trien sternly said, Lucius that cat meowed almost as if agreeing with his master.

"But then I must pay to send her to the orphanage, I need to keep up a face...." Crewel mumbled to himself reasoning as to what he should do with you, the voice was getting smaller and smaller as he continued to weights the pros and cons.

"What is he doing?" You asked Professor Vargas now in his arms after Crewel quickly tossed you to him.

"-Yes! Yes. Let's keep her here after all she was called here by the mirror so it should be our duty to take care of her and watch over her till she could get back home. Yes Most certainly, I am the most charitable person alive for doing this."

So somehow in the end much too many professors' headaches. You were to be watched over by one of them as the headmage figured out how to send you back to your world. Crewel threatened and so did the other teachers that the headmage better find the way back, leaving the headmage stuttering a promise that he would.

"So who is watching over the puppy first?" Crewel asked, Vargas was first to say that he would help, stating that he would train you to be fit and to build muscles just as his which was promptly ignored when they glanced at your small frame tinier than the man who was holding you and if not careful could probably squash you.

"Huff... I will take care of the small child. Unlike you lots I have daughters of my own that I took care of. She will be better off in my watch." Trein sighed as he told the other professors that he would be the one to watch over you. It made multiple teachers sigh in relief as they themselves didn't want to watch over you so seeing that someone actually volunteered for the positions made their hearts at ease.

Vargas placed you down telling you to head over to the professor who had a frown on his face looking at you. Most of the teachers wondered if you would be frightened by him seeing that he was after all feared by many of his students.

But took one glance at him and smaller cheerfully "Hello mister! What is your name? Your cat is so pretty and very fluffy!"

The cat made a dry meow at your comment while the professor himself stared at you. Quiet both of you were for a moment leaving the teacher anxious as to what would happen next but the professor only huffed stating his name as well as introducing the other teachers in the room along with the headmage.

"Follow me young one for now on you will be with me."

So you did.

It was interesting, to say the least... as the students all watched you follow Professor Trein wherever he went. Staying in a corner of a room drawing or maybe even studying after the professor made you something to do instead of sleeping in all his class feeling bored.

His steps slowed down a little for you giving the students a chance to run and make it to their next class with him. And while this was something none of the students believed when one of the guys saw it, they saw Trien have a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

Only to turn it back down to a frown when he noticed someone staring at him.

It was almost a funny image as you carried Lucius around in your arms. The cat was too big for you almost touching the floor with its hind feet while you carry it around. They wondered why the cat has yet to hiss at you some even trying to get you away from the cat only to be hissed at.

It was funny for most of the teachers really when you would ask Trein many questions, many that were really dumb while some repetitive. The cat Lucius tucked in your arms meowing in dislike at the fact that you are treating it almost like a doll yet at the same time rather looked rather comfortable.

And while they would laugh a bit if not pity the old professor they felt like they were silenced when they saw the affectionate smile the man had on his face when he looks at you. When you would eat a cupcake and have cake crumbs in your mouth, the old professor would lightly scoff at you while cleaning your mouth with a napkin he took everywhere with him.

They have heard that he had two children both of who were already old. That he was the one who take care of them alone as he was a widow. And pondered if all this affection was because of his past.

While they knew about it they never really saw it in their mind that Professor Trein would act so affectionate when he was so strict with all his students.

Vargas saw how the old man always glance back when he thought that nobody was looking to check to see if you were following along and not getting lost after you gasp at the students flying in broomsticks. You lightly pulled on the professor's clothes asking him if people could fly on broomsticks and if you too can also become a witch.

The old professor told that while yes people here learn how to handle flying on a broomstick he would not let you fly on them just yet stating that you were still too young to fly on them and that maybe in the future you could. The hope in your eyes as you raise your pinky finger asking him to do the same. You asked him to make a pinky promise with you and while the professor looked down at you for a moment he then squatted with one knee touching the floor as he raised his pinky finger.

The scene made a few students who were flying on brooms bump into each other in shock at what they saw. Some were unable to control their brooms when they saw the old man get down and show his pinky finger to you. Really that class had a lot of accidents as even some who were on the ground got hurt because they didn't check the sky to see another person on the broom heading towards them unknowingly as they continued to stare at the two of you in shock.

While Vargas had sent almost half of the students to the infirmary he could not get that memory of his mind while it was cute of a situation if not that mildly amusing. He could not help but wonder if it was alright to lie to a small child like you when you would at one point be sent to your home world where magic isn't real. That you would not be able to hop on a broom one day and fly.

You didn't belong to this world and you need to go back home. And making a promise like that was rather cruel.

But it seems that Professor Trein had a different idea. Because to him, you belonged to him now. You were his own daughter.

It was a slow thing at first, he only looked after you because it was a duty that he placed himself in. He was the only one who could probably watch over you, lacking fate for the headmage or others to take care of a small child and not care for their needs. It was slow but he started to care for you as much as his own children, he grew to miss the past when they were small enough to fit in his arms.

There were too many mistakes that he had made in the past, as a single parent, and while if he could he wished to go back to the past he knew that it wasn't something possible less he wanted to pay a big price.

He thought that he could use his past mistakes as an advantage to watch over you better than he had done in the past with his own two children. When did he start to become obsessed over it was hard to pinpoint.

He treasured you, he treasure you so much as you followed him around with his cat right beside you.

You had become a chance where he could right his wrongs.

Note: Yes I did write something similar to this and it is here. Only that this is more Professor Trein focused. Hope you liked it!

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kurimiaki · 2 years

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could you write something about lilia and a reincarnated darling? <3

tw: yandere, female reader, implied bodily torture and mutilation (not of you)

World histories hasn’t been an enjoyable class for you. Mozus Trein is a very particular professor, critical of even your best responses, vivisecting you in front of all your peers at the slightest discrepancy or marginal error. Your professor is well-trained in the art of intimidation and the persecution of all slackers that may lurk in his room. Class time drones on, endlessly, and you’ve scarcely even a single acquaintance to help bide the time.

This topic is interesting, though. The collapse of a small, insignificant kingdom, the battle of Briar Valley and a king and queen of old, a cyclically one-sided event that rather plays out as fiction. A lost princess, accusations and long-winded court trials, diplomatic ruin, the embers of war quickly snuffed out by the larger nation. The textbook reads like a novel. You turn ahead, forward a page or two, because really, it wasn’t a long section to begin with. Trein was going to omit it from the test entirely, finding it unnecessary material, but something somehow crucial to learn all the same.

You come across a copy of a letter, dated back a century or two; the paper itself seems singed and wrinkled in the photo, ink smudged and writing scrawled messily about the page. It speaks of an individual’s captivity, of months spent secured in a dungeon cell, of the creature that endlessly tormented them, claimed to love them, who they feared would strip them of their life.

A small clarification is printed on the margin, a historian’s assumption that the letter was written by the princess herself. A final goodbye. Her corpse, singed and decomposing, fetid and nearly unidentifiable, was found within her castle’s dungeon not months after that insignificant royal family fell to ruin.

They were decapitated, in the end, the king having been charged with the murder of his own child. Embezzlement and countless other crimes were identified, as well, but it was the princesses death that shook the nation. He was presumed to have obsessed over the girl to a point of no return, placing the blame of her “kidnapping” on an allied kingdom instead, acting as a distraught father to obtain plausible deniability.

Mangled, tainted, scorched, and disembodied, she lived her last months in misery and torment, enduring and just taking the brunt of her father’s sickening obsession. The text describes it, too, vividly and without filter. It makes you nauseous.

Too insane to be fit to rule, it was an act of heroism from Briar Valley that ended his reign. A portrait illustrates the very hero who found the princess’ corpse, who caught the king in an act of human atrocity, who exposed his every repugnant scheme. He rather looks like Lilia Vanrouge.

Bewildered by the staggering similarity, you turn around to peak at Diasomnia’s vice house warden, who lazily doodles on scrap paper, casual and reclined. This hero’s hair is much longer, sure, his bangs without Lilia’s messily chopped style— you look from the print and back to him, and wonder if you’ve lost your head. Slitted dark eyes snap up to meet your own, startling you in your seat, bordering on a small yelp. But Vanrouge only beams at you benevolently, sending off a little wave with a nod of his head.

Yours is a little more uneasy, a wary little grin, and you’re eager to return to your studies with a quick turn of the head.

Little else is written of this hero, much less a name, and you frown in irritation at the lack of explanation the text provides. What happens next, what of the kingdom’s people, what of the hero and how he lived and died, if he bore such significance to the past. By time the bell tolls and your peers become jittery for lunch hour, you’ve reread this section at least three times, scouring paragraph after paragraph for an inkling of a name or information, dissecting and staring at this hero’s portrait in avid curiosity.

Sat in the library without even a snack to tide you over, you absorb yourself in the textbook once more, now crazed by confusion and a lust for discovery. Professor Trein hadn’t any more information on the matter, merely recommending the obvious, to search Night Raven’s vast archives. You hardly took time to watch where you stepped as you rushed out of the classroom, not noticing a faint call of your name.

It would be smart to just comment on his resemblance, and perhaps you’d hear that Lilia gets it all the time, that it’s a bizarre doppelgänger, or perhaps a great-great-great-grandpa who’s stories he’s inherited and treasured. You consider every outcome and interaction, as you trace your fingertips along book-spines in search of a clue, flipping through old tombs and random novellas dated centuries ago. Nothing crops up, but you’re so oddly determined…

Lilia Vanrouge wasn’t a boy you had ever thought to interact with. He’s intimidating, with how he eerily sneaks up on others and seems so much more mature than any of his peers. Perhaps you’re just overthinking, but nonetheless, he scares you. It feels as if he’s always watching. You’ve never taken the chance to greet Lilia, and don’t plan to, but you turn your heel to march back to your table and come face to face with him.

You gape for a moment, but snap your mouth shut and lean back. He laughs. “You’re jumpy, aren’t you? I can’t remember the last time someone leapt so high at the sight of me.” Nearing a chortling now, Lilia’s jeers prompt you to frown in deep embarrassment, still in shock at his presence.

“I yelled after you, you know. You’re quite fast, like a little rabid rabbit.” Stomaching the derogatory insinuation that you were a viciously contagious animal, you ask him what do you want, snippy and short, and Vanrouge grins. All teeth and malice.

He takes a pen from his pocket, your favorite, the one with bunny ears for a thrust device, with carrot printed on its barrel. At your blatant staring, the way your whole body goes rigid, Lilia barks an impossibly harsher laugh. “I found it a few weeks ago— matches perfectly with that darling carrot folder you use in class. It’s yours, is it not?”

“Yes,” You grit, moving to snatch it back, but Lilia edges away, tutting condescendingly. Tantalizingly waving it before you, the vice house warden chides, “Yes….?”, and lord, are you grateful to have never pursued his friendship. You relent, muttering please without meeting his eye, and soon the pen is back in your waiting hands.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lilia beams, crossing his arms behind his back and squinting his red, slitted eyes giddily, as if you were some toy to poke and prod. Huffing in annoyance, you turn away, then swell in relief to hear him saunter away. You’re relieved, sure, but without an answer. Left with your textbook and the endlessly looming bookshelves chock full of information, but nothing that you’re looking for. He’s the only means you have at stomping out this curiosity that gnaws at you. He’s still here, distantly lurking in your peripheral, but not for long.

You swallow, hesitating to speak, but muster the gumption to call after him.

It’s odd just how quickly he appears again, situating himself right before you in some chair that wasn’t there before. Through thick lashes he gazes up at you, expectant and silent, and you stamp out the urge to fidget before him.

“You… You look like the man from our textbook,” You fire away, surprised at your own bluntness. So eager. He smiles, quirks his brow, and leans back in amusement. “What man?” Lilia locks onto your every movement, inspecting and what feels like dissecting as you flutter about your work station, flipping to the familiar page. You point, and he leans in, inching closely to your side, much more than what is necessary to see. But you allow it, curiosity be damned.

He’s silent, and you’re sweating, hoping not to have offended him. “I’m not trying to be rude,” You can hardly withstand his ‘mildly’ teasing asides as is, “but there is a resemblance, isn’t there…? Are you… related or something?” He laughs again, of course he does, but this time Lilia shakes with it, enduring the tremors of his glee while nearly buckling over in his seat. It goes on, and you’re forced to apologize to surrounding students in his stead.

Hushing him, bending down to lay a weary hand upon his quaking shoulder, you whisper, “I’m really not trying to make jokes, vice-housewarden.” So formal.

At your words (or touch, from how quickly he stills at the sensation of your hand— you remove it immediately), Vanrouge sobers, though still giggling to himself quietly. “Lilia will do just fine. And no, this man is not my relative,” he breathes a small, incredulous huff at that, “though I’ve been reminded of our uncanny resemblance more than once.”

A disappointing answer, really, but he continues. “But that isn’t the only thing you’re eager to know, is it?” he inquires, prompting you to frown at his sly tone, the near perverse way in which he looks at you. You shake your head, still hesitant and cautious, but marveled at his I-know-more-than-I’m-letting-on attitude all the same. He rises, winks, takes your hand and ventures deeper into the library’s labyrinth of shelves. Too nervous to pull away, you allow yourself to be handled and dragged along, and you try not to speak to how faintly his thumb rubs over your pulse.

Before you is the restricted section. Thick chains bar off a small row of bookshelves, and you question why the staff would place such a tantalizing venture in public eye, amongst these unsavory students, but Lilia bypasses their meager warnings with a flick of a wrist. The chain unravels, powdery dust flies from it, and you don’t think you even saw Lilia use his wand.

He lets go of you. After a moment in festering silence, onlooking quietly as he deftly rakes his eyes over varying titles and genres, Lilia lets out an ‘aha’. He provides you with yet another grin before suddenly, a scroll is opened and placed in your hands.

“I’ve heard rumors as to the truth of that little story,” your eyes flicker to him and to the aged paper laid delicately in your palms, feeling quite burdened to hold an obvious artifact, “and I can tell it to you, if you can bear to listen.” Nodding, you don’t think for a moment as you touch the ancient article, untying silky ribbon and undoing a small seal with shaky precision. He joins you, looking on eagerly.

“She truly was taken, the girl, but that corpse they found was more likely a maid than any royal princess.” He speaks in confidence, spinning his words without an inkling of hesitation. “Briar Valley has quite a few towers, you see. Our palace is remarkably large, looming above it all, the Valley of Thorns and its people.” His finger taps the scroll, which you have yet to unfurl, and as you do, your stomach begins to curl. Your throat begins to close. “And within the tallest one, I found a lovely painting, a portrait, not dissimilar to the one you hold now.”

It’s you, sketched on this paper, your face captured so acutely and with such precision, facial structure and countenance vividly mirrored. Every freckle and groove and scar and unnoticeable little quirk. It’s you, adorned in jewels and an old gown, so aged and ancient and unlike anything you’ve ever worn before. Your knees buckle beneath you, for a moment, but you don’t fall. A cheek rests upon your shoulder, and Lilia’s pointed nail raises to trace your illustrated likeness.

“You don’t remember, I’m sure, but I can recall how positively petrified you were to hear of your father’s demise. It’s truly a shame that you don’t, but I suppose I should be grateful to have a fresh start.”

Beside you, drawn exactly as he appeared in that textbook-rendition, is Lilia, without an inkling of doubt— you feel your throat tighten more, suffocating you, your whole body taking pause before trembling. It’s a mix of shock and awe and long-suppressed trauma that prompts you to cry, weep, but on you, tears looks so pretty, and Lilia can not restrain himself from wrapping his arms around your quivering form.

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diejager · 1 year

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congratulations on 1000+ followers now I'm one of them 🎉 can I ask #3 with yan floyd that he swear wont bite fem mc but after hours mc was overload with the body full of bites 🤭

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Cw: marking (bites), yandere, blood, possessiveness. Wc: 556

#3 ”I don’t bite, I swear,”

Meet me after class, shrimpy, was the text you received from Floyd before your social studies with Mozus Trein, a curriculum course that was mandated by Crowley. You fidgeted during the class, excited and nervous to see him while trying to concentrate, to latch on to every word Mozus was hissing sharply at his students.

Once he dismissed everyone with a curt wave of his hand, you rushed out of the room with your notebook, pen and manual staked in your arm. You flew down the stairs, jumping two by two until you reached the ground floor, apologising to anyone you accidentally bumped into.

He was leaning against the wall, shoulders broad and arms crossed with a bored gaze, he was waiting for you before the arch to the dorm mirrors, gold and olive eyes searching the crowd for you. They landed on you when you turned the corner, a mischievous grin pulling on the sides of his lips, sharp teeth glinting under the artificial lights. You smiled slightly at him, cheeks warming and eyes squinting when you got to him, a few feet away from him.

He pulled you closer, long arms wrapped around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck, hot breaths hitting the colon of your throat, mouthing the slightly salty skin of your neck. You yipped when his teeth grazed you, sharp and threatening to bite into you, cut into your supple flesh deeply and paint it red. You gripped his blazer, gasping as he placed mouthy kisses, pulling down your white collar and mouthing under your throat.

He saw the way some students watched you, a small, new little thing that came to their world with nothing but yourself under your name. His piercing glare scoured the crowd while he staked his possession, territory they weren’t allowed to touch. He was ferociously possessive, snarling and growling whenever he wasn’t playful and mischievous. He showed others that you belonged to him by doing the thing he knew the best : to bite and bite.

“Floyd, we’re in public,” you moaned quietly, loud enough to reach only his ears. You pushed his chest, telling him how flushed he was making you.

His shoulders shook, grin widening into a big smirk, he backed away, but still loomed over you : “I know.” He cackled, eyes gleaming brightly with a silent threat pointed at the men behind you, but to you , it was a teasing glare.

“Floyd!”

“Yes, yes. C’mon, let’s go!”

His hand clutched yours as he ran - skipped to him - to Octavinelle’s mirror. His sudden action almost made you drop your stuff, grasping them tightly to your chest as you crossed the portal. The way to his room was a flurry of blurred images and hisses from other students walking down the halls.

He pushed you into his room and locked the door when you got to it, guiding you to his bed, straddling his lap. His mouth reached for your neck once more, teeth nipping at you throat and shoulder. You whined, calling out his name in a whisper, your stuff were thrown somewhere on his floor and your hands tapped his shoulder, fingers digging into his jacket.

“I don’t bite, I swear,” he smiled, teeth sinking into your neck, mouth closing around the wound to suck your blood. He’d hate to waste the ichor he worshipped.

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naerwenia · 4 months

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Mozus Trein x Reader!

I wrote a bit again, not knowing where I was going, but here's some Mozus Trein x fem! reader stuff. Professor Trein is a bit of a yandere here and this is a extremely dubious consent fic at best.

Explicit, dark, with rape, teacher-student relationship, toxic and sweet. It's messed up yet sweet.

~3200 words

MDNI!

A hand in hand, a light tingle went through his arm as he felt the soft hand touching him. The touch was so innocent on the surface, yet Mozus Trein knew it was more than a touch this time. He did not know how to react, but out of habit, almost long forgotten, he held the hand that clung to him. The hand in his felt so small, so fragile he could not take his mind off the softness of the touch, and how his rough fingers wrapped around your hand, with years marking the palm of his hands, like part of his body was protecting you; your softness, sweetness, the smile you gave him every day, and the way you thanked him, even the way you cried when you felt overwhelmed but safe. There had been so many times you just smiled but only to hide the hurt you were feeling, mind not really there, withdrawing from the situation, dissociating. Only when Mozus got you alone, somewhere safe, did you reveal the hurt you were feeling, often so overwhelming it couldn’t be stopped.

The hand slipped away and Mozus tried to turn around, to grab it, to hold the hand again, but there was nothing. The feeling of the touch was there, lingering, the warmth just out of reach, meeting just fur and the sunrise shining to his face, as he woke up from the dream.

“No, absolutely not,” Mozus told you, surprising you, as he made tea while you were on his right side, looking up at him. You had expected a simple conversation where you tell him Lilia had invited you to spend the holidays around Briar Valley and he would encourage you to go, find your place in this world. But here you were, flabbergasted he told you that wasn’t in the cards now, not at all.

“But,” you blurted out, but Mozus was quick to reply, with a stern, maybe even angry, look and a loud “No”.

There was no room for negotiations, the tone in his voice was unusually cold, like you had asked the most insulting question, but you had no idea what had set him off like that today. Frustrated and confused by professor Trein, you spun around and huffed, leaving before Mozus could scold you on your attitude, but the attitude was not appreciated by Trein and he would tell you about it later that day. One day you would understand his fears and concern for you.

Professor Trein always found value in those silent moments together, and maybe you would too, later if not now, but he could not say it aloud, had not found a way to express his gratitude for you. The love he felt for you, an overflowing care and deep understanding of your fears and hopes, all those were too much to put into words, even when he knew he should say it, as he had once forgotten and now regretted it more than anything in his life. Just a few words could make a difference and Mozus could not bear to stay quiet once more, but you had to learn the world was not safe, especially for a young and fragile dove like you. You deserved the world, all the love in the world, a safe life away from the dangers, but the school did not feel like a safe place for you to spread your wings the more you found yourself and came out of your shell. He would and could never just lock you up in a room, trap you away from the world, even if it would be for your best. There was a certain beauty in the thought, certain delicate care it would mean to him, but Mozus feared you might not understand and would hate him for it. He would have to trust you to understand or make you understand.

However, when you were out and banged the door close, that was too much disrespect and indignation in one action for Trein to just take now. Slamming his hands on the table, yelling your name, but not expecting you to hear him anymore as you were deeply emotional and maybe so angry you didn’t want to stop for him, not just yet. Long strides of steps echoed down the halls of the college as Mozus Trein followed the clicking of your heels, small steps leading outside, and Trein hated how easy you were to track just by your steps. Why did you have to be so oblivious, like you wanted Trein to follow you, catch you, and lecture you.

While you tried to manoeuvre through the people in the corridors, Trein breezed through with his authority, pupils stepping aside as he made his way to you, but you managed to step outside, just out of his grasp. As the door closed in front of Mozus, you started running towards Ramshackle Dorm. Of course he would catch up to you, but at least you did not have to entertain a conversation there if you did not want to, and you really didn’t want to. Maybe there was someone who could make that point for you and you could just go to your room to rest.

You shouldn’t have slammed the door, you really shouldn’t have. It only invited your “dad” to give you a lecture on respect and probably how you could slam the doors when you had your own place, but at this point you were not even sure he would ever let you leave him. There was always a new danger, a new threat, or you just weren’t ready to leave, or they might have found a way to return you to your own dimension, so you could not leave. The walls of your cage were made of books and comfortable loneliness, but the coldness of the school never really let you find a place where you felt like you belonged.

There were people you called friends, even best friends, yet none of them felt like you could always rely on them. The only one you felt that way about was professor Mozus Trein, but the thought made your heart ache and fall into pieces. Running slowed down, each step getting heavier by the second, as you felt sadness and sorrow wrap around your shoulders, and you looked down on your red shoes that were stained with mud, trekking up a hill of slippery mud and dead grass. It was almost comical how the red still shined from under the mud, a beacon of light in the stormy late autumn.

Mozus followed the red shoes, so bright under the evening lights, last rays of sunlight and the streetlights turning on. The red had an ethereal glow, or maybe it was just you. He called out to you again, and you didn’t stop, just stomped forward to the Ramshackle Dorm. Hoping to find someone, anyone in the dorm, you were only met with a hollow social area lit by eerie lights made by Grim, one of the only restorations he had made in the dorm building but you appreciated it. The everlasting torches lit the way up the stairs you ran up, hoping to get a moment before professor Trein made it there, or maybe he would just leave and let you be. No lock would keep him out when he wanted to lecture you, so all you could do was kick off your shoes and sit on your bed, sigh and brace yourself for it.

The opening of the door and creaking of the stairs alerted you before he could make it to your room, and it annoyed you for some reason, maybe because it was now inevitable you had to face him again. You wanted to just say yes to him, agree with everything, so you didn’t have to see him disappointed with you, just so you could go back to being his favourite student, his good girl, and you wanted him to forget you ever tried to talk back and assert yourself. It was better than feeling anxious, feeling like a failure in the eyes of someone you adored, even when you knew you should be more assertive and firm, but your need to please won out in the end.

You turned, ready to push him away, but he could not let you do that.

Mozus took your wrists and held them in place, making you look at him, but you didn’t want to, fighting back by trying to pull back your arms. Unfortunately for you, Mozus did not expect you to pull back, making him fall forward and you backwards, falling on your bed with him on top.

“Is this how you see me? Like this, on a bed, under a man, under you?” you ask, trying not to grimace at your own words, because you didn’t want to think he might see you only as a fragile woman, even when he made a point to praise your effort and achievements. To you, Mozus said all the right things, but today you were more than sceptical if he even believed you to be a person, more than a representation of the aspects he found beautiful and admirable, or only a body he could mould to be what he wanted.

As Mozus held your hands over your head and you turned your head away, a small tear fell down the side of your face, blood rushing to your cheeks, and for a second he saw fear in your eyes before you closed them, letting the tears fall. There was a fleeting thought that he was in the wrong, wrong for asking you to conform to his vision for you, but at the same time, the position he had you in was what he had worried about. He saw you once again, yet something was different.

For the first time, he saw you as you were. A woman.

You looked so lovely there, fearful, emotional, trapped, and helpless, submitted to your fate he held in his hands. All he could think of was how he would kiss you, how he could make you his right there on your bed, and for the first time in years he felt pure, simple lust. How could he not when you were under his control and freely submitted to him, letting him tightly grasp your wrists in one hand while the other gently made you look up at him before with a warm smile he kissed you. A caring kiss, yet heated enough you could not mistake it for a friendly one, making you feel conflicted, and still you returned the kiss, even if a bit clumsily.

A certain heat rose in you, but it was followed by a feeling of terror, not knowing what Mozus really wanted, why he had kissed you now and here, but as he let himself sink into your arms, closer to your body, so you could not escape the feeling of his warm breath and the hardness growing against your crotch. It felt so infuriatingly tantalising and wrong at the same time, as you knew it was wrong for him, your teacher, to get so close and push his hands under your shirt and bra, grabbing your breast in his hand and massaging it, pinching the nipple, while his kisses grew sloppier, more feverish as Mozus’ tongue made its way inside your mouth and at times his teeth bit down on your lips, a light, teasing nibble.

When Mozus’ hips pushed against your soft flesh, you could feel yourself getting more aroused, wetter between your lower lips, while your mouth welcomed his tongue in without any resistance, like you could do anything to push him away. The tongue licked your cheek and traced the trail of tears on your face, kissing and licking, savouring the taste of your fear, knowing he was the one making you tear up. Fear shivering down your spine as his kisses turned from your cheek to your neck and his teeth kissed your skin, tiny bites that were careful not to actually hurt you, yet carried with them the chance, like a wild cat playing with it’s prey, looking for a chance to pounce and tear you apart.

There was no question if you wanted him because it was so obvious by how your breath got shallower, your hips matched his grinding, and you let him continue his exploration of your body, but at the same time, you were sad and terrified and the tears did not stop, no matter how good his touch felt.

Both of his hands retreated down to your stomach, to remove your shirt and bra, pushing them over your head. He felt your skin all the way, made sure to touch as much as he could, and marvelled at how soft you felt under his dry hands and cold fingers, as you felt so warm compared to him. You pushed yourself against him, craving for his touch, the acceptance you wanted so bad yet did not know how to ask for, but Mozus understood the feeling, and wanted to show you he was filled with love to shower you with, as long as you wanted it. Yes, he saw you like you had said, as a woman, no matter how hard he tried to elevate you above that in his mind, but it could not be done. You were as much flesh and pain as he was, but at least you could be his.

Mozus tried his best to not scare you, slowly moving his mouth to your breasts while his right hand pushed down, under your skirt, to slide his finger between your pussylips, and he pushed his fingers up and down, just feeling you, looking for your clit while you got wetter and wetter with each of his movements. His mouth your breast kisses, exploring to see if you had more sensitive spots, but Mozus also wanted to see how you reacted to pain, to which he got an answer as soon as he let his teeth gently bite your nipple: you shuddered, moaned, and pushed more against him. All your thoughts turned to water and washed away as you felt the bite, finally finding a moment where you could let go of thoughts and just be in the present, focusing only on the bodily sensations.

There was so much pleasure in the way professor Trein took you into his arms and let his touch guide you in that moment together. His fingers made their way down from your clit to your pussy, pressing slowly inside with just one finger, while his kisses trailed back up from your tits to your neck, kissing and biting as he moved upwards. He tried not to put too much weight on you, keeping one arm on your side to put most of his weight on, but it felt good to be trapped under his weight, under his physical control.

As one more finger made it inside you, prodding and spreading you lightly, trying to make sure you were ready for him, Mozus pushed his head up, wanting to see your face. A smile had spread across your face, yet your tears still stained the blissful look, eyes red, but your lips made the sound “please”. The sound was so full of longing, so beautiful and fragile in that moment, Mozus could not help but answer that calling with his own lips, kissing you roughly, forcefully, pulling his fingers out of you to pull you closer to him while your hands wrapped around his neck. The kiss felt comforting, even if you were scared of the man giving it.

Rather than ask how you were, Trein gave you light butterfly kisses while he did his best to get you more relaxed, telling you how good and beautiful you were, how you surprised him every day, while opening his trousers. For a second he thought about just moving your panties to the side, but decided it was better if he got you completely naked, even if it meant having to be off of you for a second. As he pulled your panties and skirt down, you looked into Mozus’ eyes intently, trying to decipher what he was feeling and thinking, but there was nothing you could identify. Dark, intense gaze looked straight into you, seeing your face as it is for once, and he felt like he had fallen in love again when he saw your gentle smile through the tears in your eyes.

The beauty of your pain was exquisite and precious, more alluring than the laugh you let out at times, more delicious than the pastries you made for parties, more stunning than your wit. He had you, you were in his arms and made no move to escape, and as he pulled you in for one more kiss of desperation, made of his adoration for you and pure lust, you answered his kiss silently, gently, with tender passion, that made him crumble to pieces in your arms. The carefully crafted mask of academic strictness was not strong enough when met with acceptance and love, with a touch of care even when he was indulging in your body without a word from you. As you let your hand touch its way from Mozus’ neck to his cheek, you pulled his gaze back to your eyes, hoping to tell him something, but the adoration in his eyes caught you off guard, and any words you wanted to say caught in your throat, replaced by your lips catching his, drawing him closer into your touch.

Mozus slid inside you, slowly pushing himself in as you hung on to him, tense with anticipation, but he was gentle with his movements. This was as much about you as him, and hearing your angelic moans when you relaxed under him made his desire even greater, making him feel like he could not stop his movements, filling you to your deepest point. The cock kissing your cervix felt like too much at first, but the rough poking with Mozus’ frantic moves and hand around your neck made it painfully divine, unlike any other sensation you had come across. Every movement felt calculated and planned, as you could almost swear he made sure each thrust in and out brought you pleasure, making you chant his name with moans as the melody. Kisses and bites on your skin, Mozus’ hands wrapped around you, he could feel you coming undone, and he had to fight the urge to come inside you, pulling out just in time to cum on your stomach, painting your soft skin white. Panting and feeling like he had just broken something special by cumming on you, Mozus’ eyes caught your blissed out look, lips forming a cheeky smile after all this, and you pulled him close again, clearly still needing him to comfort you after all this, mind storming with thoughts and emotions taking over after such an intense experience. Trein brought you against his chest, keeping you close, listening to each breath and feeling every sigh against his skin, hoping you knew he was there for you now and forever.

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Thanks for reading! If you have ideas or requests related to professor Trein, I would love to hear them ~

#mozus trein #x reader #x f!reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney's twisted wonderland #mozus trein x reader #twst x reader

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finnzhal · 6 months

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All of my works about TWISTED WONDERLAND are all in here !

Rules are in MASTERLINKS ! for requesting

The ones with no reader's gender specified are gender neutral

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— HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ

— SAVANACLAW

Leona Kingscholar

Baby brother

Ruggie Bucchi

Baby brother

Jack Howl

Baby brother

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— OCTAVINELLE

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ▭ׂ▬ׅ

— SCARABIA

Kalim Al-Asim

Tiger!reader

Jamil Viper

Tiger!reader

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— POMEFIORE

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

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— IGNIHYDE

Idia Shroud

Yandere!Idia 1

Yandere!Idia w/ Yandere!user

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC ONLY)

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— DIASOMNIA

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

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— SCHOOL STAFF

Dire Crowley

Divus Crewel

Mozus Trein

Ashton Vargas

Sam

Grim (ONLY PLATONIC)

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— ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY

Neige LeBlanche

Che'nya

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— OTHERS

Rollo

The puppers BWHAHA

Cheka (PLATONIC ONLY)

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©Finnzhal. Don't steal other people's works.

#୨୧FINNZ.WORKS #୨୧FINNZ.NOTES #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x male!reader #twst imagines #twst heartslabyul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst pomefiore #twst diasomnia #male reader #gn reader #male!reader #ftm reader #female reader

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takobaki · 4 months

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Twisted wonderland Masterlist

彡. . . . . ╰──╮-Heartslabyul❀╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Riddle Roseheart -

Yandere Riddle with Alice like reader

Ace Trappola - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Deuce Spade - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Cater Diamond -

N/A

Trey Clover -

N/A

彡. . . . . ╰──╮❀Savanaclaw❀╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Leona Kingscholar -

Potion class incident FT: Overblot form

Jack Howl -

N/A

Ruggie Bucchi -

N/A

彡. . . . . ╰──╮- Octavinelle-╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Azul Ashengrotto -

N/A

Jade Leech -

N/A

Floyd Leech -

N/A

彡. . . . . ╰──╮ღ Scarabia ღ╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Kalim Al-Asim -

N/A

Jamil Viper -

Potion class incident FT: Overblot form (

彡. . . . . ╰──╮ღPomefioreღ╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Vil Schoenheit -

N/A

Epel Felmier -

N/A

Rook Hunt -

N/A

彡. . . . . ╰──╮ღ Ignihyde ღ╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Idia Shroud -

Birthday drabbles (Platonic)

Ortho Shroud - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

彡. . . . . ╰──╮ღDiasomniaღ╭──╯ . . . . .彡

Malleus Draconia -

N/A

Sliver -

N/A

Sebek Zigvolt -

N/A

Lilia Vanrouge -

N/A

彡. . . . . -╰Other Characters╯- . . . . .彡

Grim - (PLATONIC ONLY)

Grim as a sibling

Sam - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Divus Crewel - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Dire Crowley - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Ashton Vargas - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Mozus Trein - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

Chen'nya -

N/A

Neige -

N/A

Najima -

N/A

Cheka - (PLATONIC ONLY)

N/A

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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My heart!

Grandpa Trein with his granddaughter who is big time chubby cinnonon with no bad bone in her ( Cinderella 2 with Anastasia and the baker, my fave and thinking that his daughter married a baker/cafe owner )

And to make things that make Trein but worry that his granddaughter is similar to his late wife and magicless, and what's more bring him some nice neatly packed food for him whenever she have a chance to visit him

Trein's Grand Cinnamon Roll | Grandaughter Reader

That is a wonderfully sweet version

Lovely and soft

You easily make all of Night Raven swoon when you’re on the scene

A drastic difference from the original

He’s easily steamrolling over anyone who should taint your beautiful cinnamon roll status

Especially with you being magicless

He’s just trying to make sure your world is exactly as you are

Like a sweet wonderful Candyland

“I won’t stand by, while you stand in the way of their perfect life.”

Now this will be further known as Cinnamonroll Granddaughter because the original Trein Granddaughter is a completely different animal

With magic greatly dwarfing anything from his side of the family

You are truly on Malleus levels of Eldritch Troublesome

And in a tired grandfather role, Trein usually sits back

Your crazy two-faced persona and a cruel sense of humor usually scares others away

But of course, at Night Raven that’s not as bizarre

And in fact, it brings many looking to court you despite that

That’s when Trein gets involved

“My granddaughter isn’t a damsel…but I’d sooner die than let her be with any of you.”

He and Lucius will make it so that

If decaying their grades doesn’t help

He’s willing to use all sorts of old methods to make these kids suffer

From fire beetles in their clothes

To the books that have teeth hidden within their pages

A smirk stretches on his old face when he uses such old forgotten tricks

“Such games were the stuff of fun when I was young.”

#yandere trein #yandere grandfather trein #trein granddaughter reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #Yandere trein #yanderes x Trein reader #Yandere twst trein #yandere mozus trein #Grandfather Mozus Trein

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lovesick-desires · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

Read my rules before making a request!

What I write:

❥ Yandere Alphabets

❥ Yandere Headcanons

❥ Yandere Letters

❥ Yandere Matchups

❥ Yandere X (Gender Neutral or Male) Reader Fanfics

ANIMES:

ANGELS OF DEATH

ZACK FOSTER

❥ Nothing yet.

RACHEL GARDNER*

❥ Nothing yet.

DOCTOR DANIEL DICKENS

❥ Nothing yet.

CATHERINE WARD

❥ Nothing yet.

EDWARD MASON*

❥ Nothing yet.

ABRAHAM GRAY

❥ Nothing yet.

BLACK BUTLER

NO SPOILERS PAST SEASON ONE! I AM STILL WATCHING THIS SHOW!

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

❥ Sebastian Michaelis Yandere Alphabet

CIEL PHANTOMHIVE*

❥ Nothing yet.

GRELL SUTCLIFF

❥ Nothing yet.

THE UNDERTAKER

❥ Nothing yet.

MADAME RED

❥ Nothing yet.

MEY-RIN

❥ Nothing yet.

BARD

❥ Nothing yet.

FINNIAN

❥ Nothing yet.

DEATH NOTE

LIGHT YAGAMI

❥ Nothing yet.

L LAWLIET

❥ Nothing yet.

MISA AMANE

❥ Nothing yet.

RYUK

❥ Nothing yet.

REM

❥ Nothing yet.

TERU MIKAMI

❥ Nothing yet.

NEAR*

❥ Nothing yet.

MELLO

❥ Nothing yet.

MY HERO ACADEMIA

(NO SPOILERS PAST SEASON 4 I HAVE NOT WATCHED SEASON 5)

UA STUDENTS

IZUKU MIDORIYA

❥ Nothing yet.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❥ Nothing yet.

SHOTO TODOROKI

❥ Nothing yet.

TENYA IIDA

❥ Nothing yet.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

❥ Nothing yet.

DENKI KAMINARI

❥ Nothing yet.

HANTA SERO

❥ Nothing yet.

FUMIKAGE TOKOYAMI

❥ Nothing yet.

OCHAKO URARAKA

❥ Nothing yet.

TSUYU ASUI

❥ Nothing yet.

MINA ASHIDO

❥ Nothing yet.

KYOUKA JIROU

❥ Nothing yet.

TOORU HAGAKURE

❥ Nothing yet.

MOMO YAOYOROZU

❥ Nothing yet.

YUUGA AOYAMA

❥ Nothing yet.

MEZOU SHOUJI

❥ Nothing yet.

KOJI KODA

❥ Nothing yet.

MASHIRAO OJIRO

❥ Nothing yet.

RIKIDOU SATOU

❥ Nothing yet.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

❥ Nothing yet.

MEI HATSUME

❥ Nothing yet.

NEITO MONOMA

❥ Nothing yet.

PRO HEROES

ALL MIGHT

❥ Nothing yet.

ENDEAVOR

❥ Nothing yet.

MIDNIGHT

❥ Nothing yet.

ERASERHEAD

❥ Nothing yet.

PRESENT MIC

❥ Nothing yet.

VILLIANS

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

❥ Nothing yet.

DABI

❥ Nothing yet.

HIMIKO TOGA

❥ Nothing yet.

KUROGIRI

❥ Nothing yet.

TWICE

❥ Nothing yet.

MAGNE

❥ Nothing yet.

SPINNER

❥ Nothing yet.

MR. COMPRESS

❥ Nothing yet.

STAIN

❥ Nothing yet.

OVERHAUL

❥ Nothing yet.

GENTLE CRIMINAL

❥ Nothing yet.

LA BRAVA

❥ Nothing yet.

NINE

❥ Nothing yet.

GAMES:

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

(this header looks so wonky lol)

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S: SECURITY BREACH

GLAMROCK FREDDY

❥ Nothing yet.

MONTGOMERY GATOR

❥ Nothing yet.

GLAMROCK CHICA

❥ Nothing yet.

ROXANNE WOLF

❥ Nothing yet.

DAYCARE ATTENDANT

❥ Nothing yet.

DJ MUSIC MAN

❥ Nothing yet.

GLAMROCK BONNIE

❥ Nothing yet.

GLAMROCK FOXY

❥ Nothing yet.

TWISTED WONDERLAND

HEARTSLABYUL

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

❥ Nothing yet.

ACE TRAPPOLA

❥ Nothing yet.

DEUCE SPADE

❥ Nothing yet.

CATER DIAMOND

❥ Nothing yet.

TREY CLOVER

❥ Nothing yet.

SAVANACLAW

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

❥ Leona Kingscholar Yandere Alphabet

RUGGIE BUCCHI

❥ Nothing yet.

JACK HOWL

❥ Nothing yet.

OCTAVINELLE

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

❥ Nothing yet.

JADE LEECH

❥ Nothing yet.

FLOYD LEECH

❥ Nothing yet.

SCARABIA

KALIM AL-ASIM

❥ Yandere Headcanons

JAMIL VIPER

❥ Nothing yet.

POMEFIORE

VIL SCHOENHEIT

❥ Nothing yet.

ROOK HUNT

❥ Nothing yet.

EPEL FELMIER

❥ Nothing yet.

IGNIHYDE

IDIA SHROUD

❥ Yandere Alphabet

ORTHO SHROUD*

❥ Nothing yet.

DIAMONSIA

MALLEUS DRACONIA

❥ Nothing yet.

LILIA VANROUGE

❥ Nothing yet.

SILVER

❥ Nothing yet.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

❥ Nothing yet.

NRC STAFF

DIRE CROWLEY

❥ Nothing yet.

DIVUS CREWEL

❥ Nothing yet.

MOZUS TREIN

❥ Nothing yet.

ASHTON VARGAS

❥ Nothing yet.

SAM

❥ Nothing yet.

OTHERS/RSA

ELIZA

❥ Nothing yet.

NEIGE LEBLANCHE

❥ Nothing yet.

CHE'NYA

❥ Nothing yet. * These characters will be written as STRICTLY platonic. No romantic requests for these characters will be written.

#masterlist #yandere prompts #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere death note #yandere black butler #yandere angels of death #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x oc #yandere x yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #aesthetic #grunge #yandere bnha #yandere mha

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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I saw you were allowing us to toss in ideas for the platonic!yandere staff for TWST and I'm overjoyed, haha. A thought I had: How willing would they let you be around the actual main cast, seeing as how you have to get into shenanigans with them as demanded by the plot but it puts you in possible (and actual) harm's way? Would they allow it, confident they can step in and handle things? Would they refuse to let you go near them at all to keep you safe? Who just. Automatically bans Deuce and Ace from going near you.

Gonna be rating them on a scale of one to five. One being would straight out ban students from seeing you (if they could), five being you have the most freedom to see other students.

Crowley is a 4/5. Although he would like to think that he's a little stricter, he's not. He claims that it's due to his benevolence that you are allowed to see your friends, but really you know it's because he's far too careless and actually busy (sometimes). But when he spots any students getting particularly close to you, he doesn't even have to do much. All he has to do is mention it to the rather stricter... staff members. But after a dangerous event like an overblot, he tries to limit your interactions with them, he really does try, but he’s far too soft on you and can’t say no to your wishes for long.

Divus is a 1/5. Forget your friends and the school, he has tried to take you out of the school, multiple times actually. If it were up to him, he’d have you homeschooled or at least placed in an educational institution where there aren’t so many reckless and hazardous individuals. The only reason he hasn’t taken you out of Night Raven College is because the other staff members refuse to let him just take you. If Crewel just took you, you’d always be with him and none of the other staff members would get to see you everyday like they do now. And the only reason he hasn’t straight out told students to get away from you, is because he would then be in hot water with the school board. But he’s literally this close to imposing a ban on certain individuals.

Vargas is a 3/5. He’s a bit more relaxed, but he’ll take any threat to you seriously. And if that threat is from another student, he’ll run them ragged during his class so much so that they won’t even have time to even think about interacting with you. After his class, they’ll be so tired that they won’t even have the energy to talk to you. This is one of those times where he’ll work cooperatively with the other staff members, with them providing a list of individuals that need to be worn out in order to stay away from you. Vargas trusts you to be able to defend yourself, after all, he’s taught you the best! But he doesn’t trust these brutes.

Trein is a 2/5. Thankfully, he isn’t as strict as Crewel, but he still is pretty strict in his own right. During his class, he keeps a close eye on students, watching to see if they try to whisper to you or even so much as glance in your direction. Once he spots them doing something like that, he’ll call them out, and in their surprise he’ll throw the hardest questions at them until they get one wrong and lower their head. When you’re away, he’ll allow his familiar Lucius to trail after you and report anyone else to Trein so he could add them to the very lengthy list of names he’ll be submitting to Vargas in the afternoon. Perhaps he’ll assign them even more work, just to be doubly sure they do not have the time nor the energy to pester you.

Sam is a 5/5. You have the most freedom with him by far. He doesn’t tell you who you should or shouldn’t talk to, of course he has his own list of names but he doesn’t divulge that information. Yes, he trusts you, but like Vargas, he doesn’t trust all the students. But he does trust himself and his helpful shadows. Sam is pretty cunning too, so he’ll utilize this freedom he gives you to earn your affection and favoritism. It’s something he regularly flaunts during staff meetings, about how you go to him more often instead of the other teachers when you’re looking to hangout with friends. But all other students know by the look in Sam’s eyes when you’re back is turned, to be very cautious of what they do.

#shiny speaks #twst #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst staff #platonic yandere #Dire Crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #sam #twst sam

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