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forgwater · 3 months

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Bleeding Hearts

~Bleeding Hearts Masterlist~

Vil x (gn)Reader

Warnings: This story contains yandere themes and behaviors.

a/n: I now realize how ironic it is that the randomizer choose Vil for the second fic of the series oof-

The last thing you expected today was to be invited to Pomefiore to provide Vil your help for his artistic pursuits. He’s promised you a reward worthy of your efforts, so how could you refuse such an offer?

Once you pass through the magic mirror, you head towards the ancient apple trees. Majestic green crowns cover you from the Suns prying rays. Their red, richly colored fruits beckon you pick them.

But you must resist.

‘Take a bite’ they say ‘you know you want to’ comes their bewitching remark. It’s enough to leave your cheeks feeling as hot as they are red.

Just-

“There you are.” Vils voice snaps you out of your trance and embarrassment covers you whole. You must’ve taken a while since he came here to find you himself.

“I’m sorry, I-“ but you are interrupted.

“No need for excuses.” He speaks firmly. “I wasn’t fully expecting you to find the pathway I told you about. It’s a bit too hidden for that.”

“Oh…” well, now you feel silly.

“Then, dear prefect, how about you accompany me to our designated meeting place? You are late after all.” The blond sends you a subtle smirk, accompanied only by a quiet chuckle.

“Right. Let’s.” that’s all Vil needed to start walking towards the secret little nook he chose as your meeting spot.

A pathway to the right, a sharp left. Pass this tree and then that tree. Don’t trip on that rock! Really, potato, you need to be more careful.

“Here, hold my hand, that way I can make sure you don’t fall.” You hesitate.

“….Is this really necessary? I’m fine.” Vil didn’t seem to like that very much, if his raised eyebrow is anything to go by.

“I offered.” He takes hold of your hand in a secure yet comfortable hold. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy.” The blond teases. “And only from this little too…”

“Hey!” you fight back. Your dignity’s on the line here!

“A fighting cry from someone flustered by hand holding.” He’s enjoying this a little too much.

Fortunately for him, you’re too preoccupied with his little flirty jabs to tell just how loud and fast his own heart is beating. You haven’t noticed any of that! Have you?!

“This is so unfair.” Oh, you haven’t. Good.

“Oh? Is it? I don’t think it is.~” he plays.

Before you can speak your indignations further, you are met with brick walls. Then a magnificent vine covered entrance. Vil leads you inward and you can tell this used to be a room of some kind, that knowledge now lost to time.

“This is it.” the blond announces. “I picked this place because it will work well for the scene.”

“The scene?” you question.

“We’ll be reciting lines from a script and acting some scenes together.” Vil pauses and then continues quickly “I thought acting together might help my performance a bit… you don’t have to be perfect; you just need to be here. So, don’t think too much of it.” he tries to reassure you. You don’t seem very reassured so he continues his attempts:

“Try to relax. I won’t judge your acting… too harshly.” At the end of his sentence he faces you fully, his hands now on your arms, he slightly smooths over your clothing. “Very well, let us go sit down.”

The grey stone bench fits both of you as you take your places. After you take a deep breath, you are met with a few papers.

“Your lines are highlighted. I want you to read them out loud to me.”

“Shouldn’t I read them silently first?”

“No. I want to hear your intonation as you read the text for the first time.” He insists.

You’ve come this far; you’ve got no choice but to comply. So you begin:

“-You’ve worked so hard… and done so much-…. for us…-” you shift uncomfortably.

“Don’t stop.” Vil commands, his scrutinizing gaze bores deeply into your very being.

“Vil- Is this… are the characters supposed to be in love?”

No answer. The blonds jaw visibly flexes at your inquiry… or maybe at your refusal to continue reading. Quite disobedient, aren’t you?

With his arms crossed, he tells you again:

“Keep reading.” It does not feel like a request.

“No.” you refuse him once again.

“What? Are you afraid of a little text about one’s characters love for another?” he mocks “I thought you agreed to this little rehearsal? Have you changed your mind? Are you backing out?” he barrages you with questions he does not expect an answer to.

“…No. I haven’t.” you bite your tongue.

“Then, read this line.” He tells you simply, pointing further down on the page. You swallow thickly. Vil taps the line impatiently and you can’t look him in the eyes as you try your best to read.

“-…Your qualities, your beauty… seen and unseen-… have made me. Fall in love with… you…-“ your cheeks feel warm and you want the ground to swallow you whole. The air hangs heavy and you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“There. It wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Vil takes this moment to redirect your gaze to his own with nothing but his index finger and thumb on your chin. “I can excuse the insincerity. For now.”

What is he talking about?!

You glare, questions obvious on your expression. But, before you can talk, he fixates you with his stare, reducing you to silence.

“You will have to recite it again and again until you can confess sincerely.”

“Confess?!” you splutter.

“Yes. Is that too much to ask of the one I adore?” he accuses more than asks. “I could confess to you myself, but that would break the curse.”

…Curse…?....

“Oh, you didn’t think I’d take chances with this kind of thing, now did you?” Vil closes the distance between the two of you as he whispers in your ear: “Letting you leave me would be my most grave mistake.

He breathes deeply, truly pleased with his accomplishment.

“You are mine.”

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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TWST As Lines I've Written/Said

Content Warning: Shitpost, suggestiveness(idk?) & swearing

Author's Note: These are either things I've said, or things that I've written down but haven't used... yet, might use them in the future, might not. Feel free to guess which is which.

Let the shenanigans begin!

Yuu, upon entering TWST

Yuu: “I’m motivated by spite and getting the fuck out of this damned place!”

Crowley: “This damned place just so happens to be my school!”

Yuu: “Yeah? Well, guess what Mr. Mystery Man, I fucking hate it here!”

Crowley: “Rude.”

Typical Ace Behaviour

Yuu: “Behave, my friends are coming over.”

Ace: “Weird. I didn’t know you were capable of having those.”

Yuu: “You know what? You can go out and wait on the fire escape until they leave if you want to act like that.”

Capitalism Isn't Attractive

Deuce: “Do not fall for the pretty man with the fancy clothes!”

Yuu: “Why not? He’s hot as fuck.”

Deuce: “... He’s a capitalist.”

Yuu: “THAT WHORE!”

Pissy Kitty

Leona: “Great, you again.”

Yuu: “I’m thrilled to see you too, asshole.”

Floyd, just Floyd

Floyd: “Why not?”

Yuu: “Unlike you, I don’t want to die!”

Floyd: “Boo, you’re lame.”

Yuu Needs a Raise

Yuu: “My therapist will be thrilled to hear about this revelation.”

Everyone: “What’s a therapist?”

Why Are You Like This?

Vil: “You are a blithering buffoon.”

Yuu: “Takes one to know one.”

Vil: “...Listen here you little piece of -”

Cryptid Hours

Yuu: *walks into room to find Idia sitting in the dark, facing the corner* “Did the voices win today?”

Idia: “Undecided.”

Yuu: “Okay then, let me know if that changes. Since I would like a headstart before you go all *insert demon noises* on me.”

After Any Overblot

Yuu: "I feel like a baked potato." *passes out*

The Adventures of Malleus

Malleus: “Tell me, Child of Man; do humans typically court through the acquiring and displaying of fish?”

Yuu: “Why?”

Malleus: *has been secretly using your phone for research and found himself on Tinder* “Just curious is all.”

Yuu: “... No, it’s not typical.”

Malleus: “Alright then, noted.”

Dear Professor Vargas, I regret to inform you that your attempts to woo a potential mate through your acquiring of fish may not be successful. And does the "DILF" shorts mean, "Darling, I Love Fish?" ... Asking for a friend. Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

Octopus Eyesight

Yuu: “Do you have astigmatism?”

Azul: “Do I have what?”

Yuu: “Astigmatism, like when you look at lights at night do you see lines? Since you have weird ass pupils.”

Azul: “...wait, that isn’t normal?”

Should I Be Nervous?

Yuu: “Have you ever been overcome with the lust for broccoli?”

Trey: ". . ."

Yuu: *squints, thinking* “Break glass in case of sudden lust for broccoli...”

Trey: "Should I leave?"

A Question to Ponder

Yuu: “Why do fictional men slap so hard? Like damn.”

Riddle: “Because they are not real and do not come with any of the negative consequences that often come with real men, also you can better idealize them… And anime, ‘Makes you go brrrrr,’ as you put it.”

College Life

Rollo: “I am running off 3 hours of sleep and a single croissant, do not test me.”

Baby Talk

Rook: “Ah, bonjour chatton!" *proceeds to babytalk to the cat in French*

Yuu's Type

Yuu: “I have 4 types; wet cat, malewife, girlboss, and whore." tag yourself

Crewel: "... You need to focus on your grades, not on some mutts."

What Do You Have?

Jamil: "What's that?"

Kalim: *hiding a cat that he stole from outside* "Uhhh, my love for you?"

Jamil: *annoyed* "Put it back outside, Kalim."

Kalim: *puts the cat in his face* "BUT LOOK AT THEM!! THEY BABEY!!!!"

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tzuyusluv · 10 months

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❥ Kisses With Pomefiore

genre -> fluff

pairing(s) -> pomefiore dorm x reader

warnings -> bullying/teasing in epel’s, nothing much tbh

word count -> tba

summary -> kisses with the pomefiore dorm

Vil Schoenheit | A Kiss During A Scene

“Alright! Time to shoot the kiss scene and then we’re done for the day!” Walking up to the set where Vil stood was intimidating, knowing that in a few moments you would have to kiss him. It made your heart beat out of your chest. “Alright action!” Saying your lines that would eventually push Vil’s character to kiss you. When you finish, you wait patiently for Vil’s actions. He leans forward and connects your lips gently. Pressing down hard but not forcefully. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips. “Cut! That was perfect!” The director shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. The assistants take you to your trailer where you get ready for bed. Vil on the other hand was thinking about how perfect of an actor you were and he wouldn’t mind playing the villain if it meant he got to kiss you.

Rook Hunt | A Forehead Kiss

“Mon Amour!” You jump in surprise when Rook appears out of nowhere and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh Mon Amour how I’ve missed you!” He exclaims with a hand on his chest. “Rook, we were just in class. I just sat two people away from you.” You stare at him with a fond smile. “Oh Mon Amour, if it was up to me, I would have you in my arms all day.”

Epel Felmier | A Kiss To Prove A Point

You could faintly hear some students tease Epel around the corner. You didn’t want to interrupt and give them even more teasing material. “I’ll prove it too you! I will!” You could hear the angry in Epel’s voice. “Hey! Come here!” Epel calls you over and your eyes widen in surprise before you quickly make your way over there. You stand beside him and wait for what you were needed for. Epel got closer and closer before he eventually just pressed his lips to yours harshly yet loving. You just barely melt into it before he pulls away. “There! I proved it!” He proudly exclaimed to the other students. They just grumbled before leaving. “Sorry about that, I just need to prove something to them.” Epel explains sheepishly. It’s silent for a moment before he breaks it again. “Y’know, I think I have to prove something else.” His cheeks are getting redder and redder. “I need to prove to you that I actually love you and I didn’t just kiss you to get them away from me.”

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prince-kallisto · 8 months

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Ramshackle Gravestones

Ramshackle Dorm has a fascinating connection to ghosts and the undead: from the haunted mansion look, three ghosts, and two gravestones…wait, gravestones? I just recently discovered the two gravestones at Ramshackle Dorm- I’m the type of person who misses obvious details like that haha. I heard other people say that maybe it was a Halloween decor choice, or something made by the ghosts to scare people off. After all, there’s a shovel right in front of the Ramshackle gates.

But look at Ramshackle dorm when it turns into the “Dazzingly Dapper dorm.” All renovated and shiny- the gate and stairways are all replaced with more elegant designs. However, the two gravestones still remain, are REPLACED with new stones, are given a more formal and respectful placing. The gravestones even have a separate path leading to them. And as we know, Ramshackle was under renovation for quite some time after Book 6 shenanigans, and Vil was definitely part of the designing process.

So why give such a prominent spot to *fake* gravestones? I personally think that these gravestones are the real deal. But not only because of this evidence, but because Ramshackle attracts the undead. Think of the three ghosts and Eliza from the Phantom Bride event- there must be an underlying reason that the dead are attracted to Ramshackle. But that’s where the bigger question lies: Who did these graves belong to?

Of course, that would be nearly impossible to deduct. There’s likely a whole slew of characters we haven’t been introduced to yet, especially now that we’re beginning to learn about Fae backstories. But I want to debate as many possible options to hopefully spark some ideas ^_^ Spoiler alert: none of these options feel convincing enough, but I think there’s a reason for that (more on that later)

-The Ghost trio: The immediate answer would be these guys, but why have only two gravestones instead of three, especially since the gravestones were replaced? I talked A LOT more about the ghost trio in my previous theory post, but all three died in their old age, none of them died as students.

-Eliza: Nope. Haha a little harsh, but she just didn’t meet any of the criteria for this one

-Portraits: In Ramshackle dorm, there are portraits of a woman, but I’m still not convinced that she has any relevancy other than just being a reference.

-Past NRC students: This seems like a possibility AT FIRST, but now we have to confront the main problem with these gravestones.

Look at the shovel, the haphazard placements of the gravestones, the unkempt the yard. Hell, just consider the fact that Ramshackle is ABANDONED. If it were past students, or meant to be a memorial for ANYBODY, why give them such disrespect? If a student ever died due to an Overblot tragedy or any other incident, there’s no way their graves would have become this disregarded- it’s highly unlikely that student bodies (no pun intended) would be buried on school ground in the first place!

Hm. Back to square one- or so I thought. Looking at both gravestones again, they seem to be unmarked. It would’ve been very easy to draw in a few squiggles or lines. If they’re not meant to be read, so be it, but why leave the graves unmarked?

After all, as we can see from the Halloween events, or even just the statues of the Great Seven, the graves are MARKED, despite being event background props

Graves were (and are left) unmarked throughout history for various reasons: Too many victims of disease, too poor to afford a proper memorial, or suggest that the person burying ISN’T worthy or memorial and respect.

Interesting 👀 We may be making some progress with that last point- and it may be the reason why Ramshackle was abandoned. Again, I talked more about it in my previous theory post, but the ghosts were definitely not the reason why Ramshackle was abandoned. If anything, it was a coverup for something big. After all, at least a hundred student have had to have been displaced, and new rituals would have been required.

Thinking more about the shovel and the crooked gravestones is interesting. It’s almost like the placement of these gravestones were rushed. And with Ramshackle being abandoned, no one would have to think about these gravestones. I feel confident that the graves were placed after the abandonment of Ramshackle dorm, because although the dorm has a very haunted look to it, it must have been completely different in its prime. No dorm would have a shovel lying in front of the gates!

Still, it’s bothering me that these gravestones were made on school grounds in the first place- unless the graves were related to someone from the school. Someone who wasn’t worth remembering- or perhaps their identity is kept secret for another reason entirely.

But there’s even more things that are bothering me. Let’s look at the graves once more: They’re different sizes. The one of the left is larger, the one of the right is smaller. And even with these renovations, the different sizes remain the same.

Is it perhaps implying that the one of the left was older, and the one of the right was younger? Like a child and an adult?

(*heaves in Revan/Crowley theories because what if it represents Mallenoa and Malleus because notice how the long is RIGHT NEXT TO THE GRAVESTONES in the Halloween event*)

Anyway, I still can’t think of the two possible victims, and they likely are people we haven’t met yet in the main game or are involved with the fall of Ramshackle. But I have one last desperate suggestion: What if the gravestones represent two people that haven’t died…yet? If the time loop theory is relevant, what if two key characters ended up dying from the monster in the prologue?

Edit: A comment or mentioned what if the gravestones were for MC and Grim 👀 the different sizing of the gravestones would make so much sense

AS USUAL I have no clue 🤩 At the moment, so much is kept in the dark, and literally all I can do is speculate and obsessively analyze everything. I feel like I’ve learned a lot about Ramshackle with these posts, even if we technically aren’t any closer to discovering the truth 🤣 I’d love to hear any suggestions and ideas, because I’m so lost haha

#twst #twst theory #twst ramshackle #twst ghosts #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland theory #twst book 7 spoilers #ramshackle dorm #KallistoPost

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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A suspicious man in a trenchcoat, baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask sneaks into Pomefiore. He asks the mob students where he can find Vil Schoenheit and they suspect he’s a crazy super fan. The mob students are prepared to throw him out until who should appear but THE Vil who immediately recognizes the shady man. *“Dad?”*

Out of curiosity, who thirsts for Vil's dad (or at least appreciates the concept of what he could be since we haven't been able to meet him face-to-face yet)???? 😅 I feel like I actually haven't seen much fan art for him even though there seems to be tons for other parents and even siblings. Or maybe that's just because of the fandom circles I'm in??

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

"Father?"

“It’s good to see you, my darling Vil.”

The sketchy man peeled away his surgical mask and sunglasses, revealing a brilliant smile and twinkling violet eyes. His hat followed, letting loose a cap of silken gold hair. Most of it had been gently slicked back, allowing for stray locks to curl in easy, effortless waves that called attention to his best features.

There was a rugged youthfulness to him, and what lines were on his skin were worn with grace and dignity. He had the kind of face that passerbys were drawn to: an older, conventional kind of handsome, yes, but with a magnetic warmth inlaid in it. When he laughed, people listened, and when he walked by, heads turned.

And listen and turn they did.

"It's him!! It's THE Eric Venue!!"

The surrounding Pomefiore mob students broke out into gasps and barely contained yelps. One of them fainted, caught in the nick of time by another mob. ("P-Pull yourself together, man!!" he hissed.)

The lounge went still for a second.

Then one voice rose high above the silence.

"Kyaaaaah! Father!!"

With a cry of delight and a giggle, Vil threw his arms around Eric. Entangled, he could breathe in the lovely smell of his father’s sophisticated cologne: jasmine, saffron, and cedarwood.

“What happened?” Vil asked, nearly breathless. “I thought you were busy shooting your new film in the City of Flowers.”

“I was—but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to see you. I had my manager pull a few strings to clear a day in my schedule to visit. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Father…”

Excited murmurs passed throughout the mob students.

"E-Eh?! Vil-sama squealed like a high school girl just now…”

"I-I didn't realize he was capable of acting so cutesy.”

“Wow, they sparkle so much together. I’m going to be blinded!”

“Ah-HEM!” Vil straightened in his father’s embrace, directing a withering look at his dorm members. "Do you gentlemen mind giving us some privacy? It’s rather rude to eavesdrop and stare at a family reunion.”

There was a flurry of embarrassed apologies and nervous tittering. Then the onlookers hurriedly dispersed, as quickly as the flicker of a humingbird’s wings.

Vil peeled away from his father with a sigh. “Do excuse my dorm members. It seems they need a refresher for their manners.”

“That’s quite alright—it’s not the strangest fan interaction either of us has had,” Eric joked, eyes creasing. “They must have been mystified to witness your cuteness firsthand—as they should be.

“Just look at you!!” He spread out his arms toward Vil. “The fairest of them all, the apple of my eye.”

Vil chuckled, twirling to give his father a full view of him. The hem of his dorm uniform flared out like a flower in bloom.

“You’re all grown up now.” Eric’s voice grew tender, his eyes shimmering with wetness. “Studying magic, leading an entire dorm, going off on your internship next year, furthering your career… You’re going to accomplish so many more great things.”

“You were my very first fan—and I have you to thank for being my inspiration. I can’t possibly take all the credit.”

Eric laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around his son. “I’ve missed this. We have so much catching up to do.”

“We do. Seeing as it’s Family Day, there are even more people on campus than usual. We should be able to blend in easily… provided, of course, the right disguise.” Vil smiled. “If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll be fitted to join you."

“It’ll be just like old times, eh? The two of us gallivanting about in plain sight. You were still new to magic back then, but you were able to do something as impressive as changing the colors of our clothes."

"A color-changing spell such as that is elementary. It's one of the first spells taught to first year students." A smirk tugged at Vil's mouth. "I'll show you just how far I've come since then."

He produced his magical pen from his robes and raised it high into the air. A shower of sparkles rained down from its gemstone, casting Vil in a soft glow. Ribbons of light slowly knitted themselves over his outfit, stretching, stitching, and reshaping his uniform into something new.

As the magic dissipated, fizzling into fine speckles of glitter, Vil stepped out in a chic cream-colored tracksuit and deep purple sneakers. His famous face was obscured by a baseball cap and sunglasses that were identical to his dad's.

Eric's jaw dropped. "I think I'm starstruck again."

"Fufu. I tend to have that effect on people." Vil tugged up the surgical mask affixed to his chin. "Come now, we have a whole day ahead of us!"

#Vil Schoenheit #twst #twisted wonderland #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Eric Venue #NRC Family Day #disney twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines

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cinnamontimecrunch · 1 year

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Somewhere Only We Know

[x gn!reader, could be read as platonic or romantic, 689 words]

[takes place after his overblot, so there may be spoilers for that! Also sorry this is so rushed, I had this idea and wanted to get it out before his birthday ended!]

Vil’s alarm went off at 6:00am the morning of his birthday. He reached for his phone to turn the alarm off, and saw the thousands of Magicam notifications. He figured he’d spend a few minutes looking through them and reply to a few. One of the first to catch his eye was a post made by Neige LeBlanche. His lips pursed into a line and his eyebrows furrowed lightly, before shaking the tension away. He had been trying to work on his unpleasant feelings towards Neige for the past few months, but the task was proving to be more arduous than he had expected. He sighed softly and liked the post, commenting a polite thank you.

The rest of his notifications and texts were similar, filled with birthday wishes from coworkers and fans alike, as well as a text from Rook from midnight the night before. Vil turned his phone off and stood up to get ready for the day. He stepped around an expanse of gifts in his room that must have been brought in by his dorm members, not paying them any mind as he made his way to his bathroom.

He heard a knock on his door in the middle of doing his morning skincare routine. He grimaced, ready to admonish whichever dorm member decided to interrupt his morning routine.His face became one of confusion, however, when he heard Rook’s muffled voice.

“Roi du Poison, your favorite Trickster is here to see you! And they bring a gift!” Vil’s face softened ever-so-slightly at the mention of your presence.

“You may let them in.” He replied, leaving his bathroom. He hadn’t even put on makeup yet, and he wondered when you became someone he trusted enough to see him without it.

When you entered, he gave you a soft, practiced smile.

“What brings you here, prefect?” He said, noticing your hands behind your back.

“I wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I was going to send you a text, but I figured you’d be getting lots of those, and I didn’t want my message to get lost in the shuffle.” You replied.

He smiled to himself. He knew you could never get lost in the shuffle. He had your messages pinned, and you had your own ringtone and text tone. You didn’t need to know that, though.

“I appreciate that.” He replied calmly. “Now, if I may ask, what is it you have behind your back? Rook mentioned a gift?”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you looked at the lavish gifts littering his floor.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s not nearly as nice as the gifts you have here, I don’t have the money for that.” You joked, laughing nervously.

You pull the gift out from behind your back, and he sees that it’s a photo album. A cheap one you likely bought from Sam’s store, covered in stickers and little drawings. Vil took it from your hands and began flipping through it. They were all pictures of him, but not pictures he was used to seeing. None of them had his practiced smile, nor the sultry gaze he had perfected over the years. No, in these photos, he was laughing, and really smiling. His teeth were showing, his eyes were crinkled, and his cheeks flushed. He was pulled out of his reverie by your voice.

“It’s not much, but I’ve been taking candids of you since your overblot, of times when you looked really happy. I know it isn’t really expensive or anything, but-”

“Nonsense.” He interrupted, his smile widening. “This is the best gift I’ve gotten.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, for once not worried about whether it would wrinkle his clothes.

“Thank you, prefect.” He said, tears gathering in his eyes as he hugged you tighter.

Who would’ve thought that the magicless prefect who, a year ago he wouldn’t have even spared a second glance, would be the one to break down his barriers? He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he hoped that you would continue to worm your way into his heart.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland x reader #TWST x reader #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x reader #cinnamon.fics

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 6 months

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Snowcone Comfort (Neige x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild angst, hurt/comfort, mild stalking, predatory behavior from unnamed minor character, harassment, celebrities being taken advantage of, mentions of past abuse and victim blaming (if I missed any let me know)

Note: This is over 5k words, I don't know what possessed me. I guess it was my feelings on the behavior of certain fans of celebrities that got me going. I also just really, really like what I did with Neige's banner. I hope you do as well!

You leisurely strolled past the various stores and eateries, briefly peeking into each window. Every other second someone passed you by, whether it be a single person or an entire family, on their own merry way to somewhere you didn’t know. A few entered one of the many buildings lining the sidewalk, while others disappeared around corners of the little township. Little, yes, but no less expensive and elaborate. Most of the objects and treats that were advertised in every shop window cost way more than you could afford. Honestly, you’d be lucky to find something in your budget. Purchasing something wasn’t your reason for coming here, however.

Earlier that morning, you and Ace made a bet: If you beat him at air hockey, he would watch Grim for the rest of the day so you could relax. If he won, you’d have to do his homework for a whole week when you returned to the college. Guess who won out? Ace was shocked, to say the least, as was your audience, Deuce and Grim. Lucky for you, Ace was the type to get real cocky when he thought he was going to win. That attitude had been prominent since you began your game; it was fairly easy to use it to your advantage. So now here you were, taking a much needed break from babysitting your monster cat.

You saw this little township on the bus ride into the resort when you and your fellow classmates arrived at the beach. Again, you had little money in your pocket, but it was just nice to get out and look around. See what could be seen in the quaint little tourist trap. You briefly wondered if Azul had struck up any business during the trip; if a certain fox and cat duo you’d met a little while ago had swindled a rich tourist or two when he’d possibly made port here. Your smile twitched up a little more as you saw the familiar face of Vil on a poster advertising a certain fragrance in a shop window. That must be where Vil stopped in to pick up that cologne for Rook and Epel. While the latter hadn’t been too keen on the (forced) gift, both men now smelled rather nice - nicer than usual, anyway.

Just as you were about to turn a corner, in a direction where you remembered Malleus mentioning there being a really nice ice cream shoppe, you were nearly sent backward. Someone smacked into you, which made you both stumble and gasp out. Your hand reached out and held onto the closet windowsill to stabilize yourself. When you looked up, you recognized the face of the person who ran into you: Neige LeBlanche. The man Vil hated (a bit of a strong word, but what other term was there for the man’s feelings towards the celebrity?) with all of his being. The last time you saw the young man - at least in person - was during the VDC, smiling away as he congratulated your friends for their performance. Now, though, his expression was troubled, almost frightened.

It wavered for a brief moment as he stared at you. “You…you’re [Name], right? One of Vil’s friends?”

Well, you weren’t sure if you were friends, per say, but… “Y-Yeah,” you replied.

Neige glanced behind him, that look of paranoia fresh in his eyes again. He turned back to you and grasped your hand, words hushed and urgent. “Please, help me hide! There’s a man after me and he - he’s not very nice.”

You couldn’t see behind Neige, his body blocking your view. Even so, you could feel the atmosphere change around you as you heard someone call out for the celebrity. It was friendly, but wrong at the same time. Without a word, you gently, yet firmly held Neige’s hand as you turned around and bolted down the sidewalk. You led Neige back the way you’d come; your head turned this way and that as you tried to find a place to hide him. You hadn’t entered any of the businesses yet - you weren’t sure if they were good places to hide. The shrubbery and other plant life around weren’t very good options, either.

“Hey!” You and Neige quickly glanced back to see a man hurriedly walk after you both. He was dressed sharply, in the fashion that was common for the locals here. You got the sense he wasn’t a local, however - maybe just a guy trying to fit in. The vibe from him wasn’t good, either. The smile he wore…it sent a chill down your spine. Neige shivered so strongly you could feel it trail down to his hand.

“Where’re you going, Mr. LeBlanche?” He held out his arms as though he wanted a hug. “I just wanted an autograph.”

Neige didn’t have to ask you to hurry - you tugged him forward again, this time in a sprint. You frantically searched for a place to hide, just until the guy was out of sight. As you turned another corner, exiting the town, you found yourself at the edge of the beach. Golden sand spread out before you, the blue waves crashing onto shore a mile away. Suddenly, you had an idea. Your gaze landed on the small snack stand Sam had set up for the trip. “C’mon!” you whispered yelled to Neige behind you as you pulled him towards the little building.

The pale boy followed you without question, scared eyes peering behind him every other second to see if the man had found you both. As you reached the snack stand, you quickly threw up the little door that separated the counter from the store space. You rushed Neige inside before you shut it behind you both. You then directed Neige to sit below the counter, just out of sight. You followed close behind him, legs crossed and back flushed against the wall. Neige was in a similar position, the only difference being his knees were tucked up under his chin.

“Unless you two are looking for a summer job, I’m going to ask you to leave.” The two of you looked up at Sam, who now stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was stern, yet the quirk of his brow showed his confusion about your sudden appearance. “As I know your status, Mr. LeBlanche, I know you are not strapped for cash. As for you, little imp-”

“We’re hiding from this creep,” you interrupted. “He won’t leave Neige alone.” You glimpsed Neige nodding his head in agreement, too afraid to speak. It seemed what you’d garnered from the situation was correct.

Sam’s gaze fleeted upwards and over the counter. Without breaking his gaze from the outside world, he asked, “Who? The one with the brown hair and last year’s bootlegged designer sandals?”

Sam could tell what designs were forgeries? Of course he could. Why did you even think otherwise? “Yes.”

The shopkeep was silent for a few seconds as he examined the man. He must be approaching the snack stand - Neige let out the faintest whimper. You reached how to hold his hand again and gave it a squeeze to try and comfort him. To your surprise and relief, the boy returned it. Finally, Sam spoke in a hush whisper of his own. “Stay as long as you like. I’ll take care of this.”

Before either of you could express your thanks, you heard someone approach the counter. You didn’t think Neige’s complexion could get any paler…poor guy. He scarcely breathed as Sam addressed the man - neither did you. “Hello there! Welcome to my little snack shop. What can I get for you?”

Your assailant didn’t respond at first. His shadow stretched over the counter and onto the floor in front of you; you thanked whatever god there was that you and Neige’s shadows were obscured by the counter. “Have you seen two kids running around?” the man asked, completely ignoring Sam’s question. “You know Neige LeBlanche, right?”

“Who doesn’t?” Sam answered rhetorically.

“I was supposed to get a picture with him, but he disappeared before I could get my phone out. You wouldn’t have happened to see him come by?”

“Hm…can’t say I have.” Sam’s lie was flawless, amplified by the little shrug of his shoulders. “Last time I saw him, he was on TV. He’s here at the resort? Huh, news to me.” Sam leaned forward. “How much does he charge for pictures, anyhow? I figure it must cost a pretty good few madol.”

The man’s snicker made your stomach churn. “I’ve got a few ways around that. I rarely get a no with my face, y’know?~” Gross.

“Well, I’m sorry to say I haven’t seen him.” You barely glimpsed Sam gesture with his thumb towards the small town where you and Neige had come from. “Though…I did see someone kinda like him get into a cab just now. It looked like it was turning towards the city.”

The creep hummed in thought, satisfied by his answer. “Thanks for the tip,” he said. He then placed something down onto the counter. “For your trouble.”

“Much appreciated~” Sam gave the man his signature salesman wink and smile. “Come by next time you’re craving something cool and sweet. I’ve got everything you need.” The man said something in return, but the two of you couldn’t make it out. For several long minutes, not another word was spoken - the only sounds to be heard were the wirring or the large freezers, fridges, and other kitchen contraptions situated about the floor. Finally, Sam took a step back and peeked down at you two. “Alright, the coast is clear now. Guy won’t be back for a while.”

Neige breathed out a long sigh of relief. He brought his hand up to slip the black sun hat he’d been wearing off his head, the red ribbon adding a pop of color to the accessory. Aside from the hat, he was almost dressed like a sailor boy. “I like your outfit,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “It looks really good on you.”

Neige, despite still looking a tad shaken, gave you a smile. “Th-Thank you. I bought it shortly before myself and the rest of my classmates came here to the beach. I thought it’d be better suited for the hot weather.”

“Well, no sense in getting it dirty then.” You crawled out from under the counter and stood up before offering a hand out to Neige. Your smile was encouraging, despite the previous situation. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Where were you heading before, uh…he came?”

Neige followed your lead and got out from under the counter. Even after he stood up, however, he didn’t let go of your hand. Perhaps it provided comfort for him. “I was heading back to the resort - the one beside on the other side of town, I mean, not the one you’re staying in. I promised Che’nya I would meet up with him to go swimming. I just stopped in town to pick up a bottle of the perfume that Vil was talking about on his Magicam.”

“Really? Were you interested in the scent?”

“That’s part of the reason, yes, but I really just wanted to support Vil. He seemed so happy about the sponsor.”

‘That’s fucking adorable’, you thought.

“I’ll have to get some later.” He timidly glanced out towards town, where the guy had surely disappeared off to. “I…I don’t want to go back in there right now.”

“Just so you know, he took a cab out to the city.” Sam shot you two a grin as he sorted through a large freezer under the left counter of the store. “Pretty good lie, huh?”

“It’s not good to lie,” Neige gifted the shopkeeper a tiny, shy smile, “but I do appreciate you doing that for us. Thank you, Mr…?”

“Sam’s fine,” Sam chuckled.

Neige nodded. “Thank you, Sam. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Sam seemed to think the prospect over for a minute as he shuffled around a few white paper cones. His answer was not what you expected. “Nah, it’s alright. No favors needed - I was just doing what’s right.” He scooped some shaved ice into two paper cones he held in his other hand. “Though, if you’d like, I can get you that perfume.”

“Really?” Neige’s pupils were as big as saucers. “You can do that?”

“Mhm.” Sam placed the cones into two circular plastic holders in front of several colorful pumps. He then reached behind his back - when he brought his gloved hand back out, he was holding a small, luxurious pink paper bag. “Anything to please a customer~”

Now Neige’s eyes were almost bugged out of his head. “That’s-! How did you-?”

“I have my ways.” Sam offered Neige the bag - the celebrity delicately took it. He looked into the bag in wonderment. You couldn’t help but sneak a peek yourself; sure enough, there was the bottled fragrance you’d seen in that advertisement earlier. It was really pretty, its body a crystal dark purple bottle with a small black, glass cork. Very much a product Vil would be associated with. “For the trouble you went through today, I’ll even give you a discount,” Sam offered.

‘Damn, why can’t he be this generous all the time?’ you wondered.

“Thank you so much!” Neige beamed. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight…man, no special effects needed for this man. “How much do I owe you?”

“With the discount, it’ll be 30,000 madol.”

You almost choked on your own spit. Holy shit that was a lot of money! And he gave Neige a discount? How much was it full price?! Did you even want to know? Without a second thought, Neige reached into his pocket and retrieved a cute wallet, its dark blue leather decorated with embroidered blue birds. Man, Neige’s aesthetic was pretty consistent, huh?

In the next instant, the exact amount was in Sam’s outstretched hand - and there was still a good bit left in Neige’s wallet. Seven, you wondered if you’d have half that much if Crowley actually paid you for all the things you did for him. As Neige zipped the little pouch back up, Sam briefly counted the bills before folding them and putting them in his pocket. “A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. LeBlanche~” He then swiftly turned around back to the cones filled with shaved ice. “What flavors do you two prefer?”

“Um…strawberries and cream are always a delight for me, but I also like any other kind of fruit.” Neige replied.

“[Favorite flavor(s)]” you answered.

Without a flourish of fast hands, Sam pumped colorful flavored syrups onto the small domes of shaved ice. In no time, there were two snowcones in his hands, one held out for each of you to take. “On the house,” he said. “For many, sweets are just the thing to cheer someone up after something so scary.”

While you eyed the frozen treat was suspicion, Neige took it without complaint. “Thank you so much, Mr. Sam! You’re too kind!”

“...what are you getting out of this from me?” you asked. How many times have you accepted something for “free” and it backfired on you later?

“No tricks or schemes here, little imp,” Sam promised. His smile wasn’t deceiving, nor did his eyes hold any devious plan. The shopkeep looked genuine - proud, even. “Take it as a reward for such a selfless act, saving Mr. LeBlanche the way you did.”

You hesitated for a moment longer, then finally took the snowcone. As you expected, it was your favorite flavor, just as you’d said. For once, a good deed of yours had led to a prize - with no strings attached.

“Now, you two run along.” Sam strode past you two and opened the little door you’d entered a little while before. “No doubt you two have other things to do. That, and I’ve got my shop to run.” He shot you two another playful wink as he added, “Don’t eat those two fast, now.”

“We won’t,” Neige giggled. He held up his hand and waved as he and you began to walk away from the snack stand. “Thank you again, Mr. Sam. Have a good rest of your day!”

“You as well, little imps.”

Before you both could wander too far though, Sam’s voice suddenly echoed in your head. “Get your friend home safe, little imp. Don’t worry about the guy; remember, I’m taking care of it.” You could only imagine what that meant. Despite the ominous implications, you did agree with the shopkeeper: You needed to make sure Neige got home safe.

“Let me walk you back,” you offered. “I don’t want something else like that to happen.”

Neige’s expression was timid again, guilty even. “You really don’t mind?”

You shook your head and smiled. “Not at all! I’d want someone to do the same for me if I’d been in that situation.”

“I’m sure your friends would jump at the chance to do that for you.”

‘Yeah, I hope so too,’ you thought.

As the two of you walked back to the resort, munching your snowcones along the way, you couldn’t help but ask the question that’d been on your mind. “Who was that guy, anyway? Do you know him?”

You almost regretted the inquiry the moment it passed your lips. Neige’s face fell, head tilted downwards as he stared down at his feet. “I…don’t know. I never got his name, actually. He said he was a fan and asked for a picture - I was happy to oblige! I don’t mind whenever someone asks for a picture of me. But,” he stalled for a moment to take a deep breath - when he exhaled, he continued, “But I could tell he wanted more than a picture.

“He kept asking where I was staying, if I was doing anything that night, if I came to the resort alone…and he wouldn’t stop touching me.” Neige mildly gestured to his waist and chest, though was careful to not jostle the small bag clasped between his fingers too much. “I-In intimate ways, I mean.”

You hadn’t noticed how much you’d been neglecting your snowcone until you felt the cold, syrupy water drip down your fingers. You hastily lapped up the tiny streams before you spoke, eye contact solely focused on Neige’s big brown doe eyes - which, you noticed, were now slightly darkened by that fear you’d seen earlier. “He had no right to touch you like that.”

“I know!” Neige seemed almost relieved to be validated. “I’ve always been told that by Headmaster Ambrose, and my other teachers…and yet there are others who disagree. That man isn’t the first to handle me in such a manner. Thankfully he wasn’t the most forceful; there have been others who have told me I owe them such attention because of how much they support me. Pay to see my movies, buy products I endorse - things like that.” Neige looked like he was about to cry, and you felt like you were about to join him with what he said next.

“Even some people I’ve worked with - past managers, photographers, etc - have even said I’m selfish for denying my fans what they want.”

“And they’re all wrong.” Your words were so matter-of-fact that the boy almost appeared surprised. You stopped in your tracks, feet away from the entry gates of the resort where you knew Neige and other RSA students were residing for their trip. As if in tune with your steps, Neige stalled in turn. “Just because they support you and do all that stuff doesn’t mean they have the right to do that. They don’t own you. You’re not their property.”

You briefly threw your hands in the air. “I don’t know where people get that kind of audacity, entitlement, but they’ve gotta be batshit cra-!” You gasped as the flavored snow to atop your paper cone went crashing to the concrete path below. A hushed ‘aww man!’ breathed past your lips as you glared down at the colored frozen heap quickly melted from the heat of the asphalt. When your gaze flicked back to Neige, you saw he was equally as shocked and disappointed. You must look like two kids who just dropped their ice cream…that’s exactly what it was, really. You wouldn’t call yourself or Neige kids, however.

“Anyways,” you said, under a sigh of frustration at your blunder. So much for your only free treat of the trip. “Never, ever feel like you have to sit there and take what horrible things someone dishes out. You can walk away at any time - if someone faults you for that, fuck ‘em!” You watched as Neige’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, dainty bag crinkling in his hold. Oh yeah, Neige didn’t really curse, did he? Not that you knew of, at least.

“Sorry, sorry! I shouldn’t have cursed like that. Guess I’ve been around the guys too long.”

“N-No, it’s alright.” What you didn’t expect to hear was the smallest, most adorable giggle erupt from the young man’s throat. “You would be surprised how many of my classmates curse. Che’nya nearly outdoes them all! He just keeps it down around our professors.” Well, you seemed to cheer him up from his previous depression; that was good. “That isn’t what I’m laughing about, though.”

“What’re you laughing about, then?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Well…you reminded me of Vil when you said all those things. We don’t talk very much (though I wish we would talk more often), but I have heard him give such a speech to others in the past. Beginning actors, mostly, but sometimes stage hands, assistants - many people he comes into contact with. He’s such a strong, inspiring person - one I wish to be one day.” Neige’s smile was so kind, so pure, you suddenly understood why Rook held such a fondness for the actor. The fact it was directed at you, not a fan or camera or something, gave you butterflies. “And now, I wish to be as strong and brave as you, [Name].”

You quickly grew flustered under the man’s adoring gaze. A blush crept its way up to your cheeks as you fumbled with your empty snowcone. “I mean, I’m not that brave.”

“Untrue!” Neige’s protest was so cute you couldn’t help but smile a little. “Che’nya told me that Trey told him how you helped Riddle come out of his overblot. That takes a lot of courage! I could never dream of facing such a thing!”

“It is pretty scary,” you admitted. “There were points in time I thought I was going to die, or at least get hurt. Sometimes I did get hurt…but I had friends to help me get out of those troubles.” While that blush stubbornly remained on your face, you met Neige eye-to-eye once more. “And that’s why you should tell a friend whenever that happens. Never be afraid to call out for help. Whether a celebrity or just a student, everyone needs it at some point.”

Your smile quirked up into a smirk. “If someone thinks otherwise,” you balled your free hand up into a fist and held it in front of you, “fuck ‘em.”

“Yeah!” Neige cheered, more enthusiastically than you thought he might. “Fuck ‘em!” The moment the naughty phrase left his lips, Neige let out a squeak and covered it again. His eyes darted in every direction, looking to see if anyone heard him. For once, to your luck, no one was about. As relief washed over the RSA second year, he went into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry!” he laughed. “I got too carried away.”

You shrugged away his apology. “Fine by me.” You shot him a wink as you pressed a finger to your lips. “I’ll never tell a soul~”

Neige tittered so sweetly you almost thought you heard it wrong. “I very much appreciate it.” The pretty boy glanced down at the wet patch of concrete where your icy treat once lay. “I’m sorry about your snowcone…”

You were also sorry, very disappointed, but you didn’t want to add another worry to the poor guy’s mind. So, you shrugged again and said, “Eh, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a snowcone - not like I can’t get another.” Partly a lie, as you didn’t know whether or not you could afford one with your extra tight budget. Maybe you could manage to convince a friend or professor to get you one in the future…

A little flinch jolted your body as a snowcone was thrust into your face. “Here,” Neige’s eyes practically glittered with determination, “take mine.”

You shook your head and put your hands out in front of you, one still partially clasping your now crumpled paper cone. “N-No, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” Neige’s frowny pout morphed into yet another angelic smile. “Like you said, there will be more opportunities to get a snowcone. Che’nya talked about us and some of our friends getting some later - so, I want you to have mine.” Something popped into the boy’s mind, which caused him to falter in his resolve, but just a tad. “I-I hope you like strawberries and cream. That’s the flavor. It’s artificially flavored-”

“How can you tell it’s artificially flavored?” you asked, actually curious.

“My tastebuds are a little sensitive. Artificial strawberry tastes a bit different than actual strawberries do.”

Huh, cool talent. Whether or not you enjoyed the taste of either the fruit or the cream didn’t matter at the moment; Neige’s gesture was too sweet to pass up. That, and how many times would you receive such a selfless act? At Night Raven College, likely as slim a chance as you not encountering another overblot in the next month or so. You took the snowcone from the boy’s fingers - which were very soft to the touch, you now noticed - as your smile widened in gratitude. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Neige’s nod was so endearing you were starting to feel how Rook might have felt when he came face to face with his idol months ago. You were also beginning to see why Vil envied the man so much. He was irresistible! Neige folded his hands in front of his naval, fingers fidgeting with the handles of the pink bag as he spoke again. “Well, I best be going. Che’nya will grow worried if I don’t show up to the pool at the time we set.”

“You’re the punctual type?”

“Yes, very much. I wouldn’t want to be rude.”

“I don’t know,” you mused. “I think a little rebellion would look cute on you.” Well where in Wonderland did that come from? Since when were you a smooth operator? You watched as Neige’s pale face took on a pink tinge around his cheeks and nose, and a little at the tips of his ears. Did he…like that? For the way his voice came out a little shy, he must have.

“W-Well, I might have to take lessons from you on how to be rebellious later. I’ve never really thought about it…”

“Che’nya hasn’t dragged you into trouble yet? It seems to be a habit of his at Heartslabyul.”

“It is, yes. I could ask him, but I wouldn’t want to get into trouble at school, nor would I want to make Glynda angry-”

“Who’s Glynda?”

“My current manager.”

Ah.

“Although…” Neige peeked up at you again, an equally timid smile across his face. “I don’t have much scheduled for June. School will not be in session then; maybe, when we’re out for the summer, you could teach me a bit then?”

Wait…was he…? Nah, couldn’t be. THE Neige LeBlanche would not ask you on a date. With a cheery lint under your tone, you replied, “Yeah, sure! Just send me a te-” You thought about your dinosaur age, crap phone Crowley had graciously given you over winter break. You decided against your previous suggestion.

“Actually, just send me a letter or something. My phone’s…broken.”

“I’ll be sure to do so the moment the time comes.” Neige took a few steps back, about to take his leave. He lifted his hand and gave a little wave. “Well, goodbye, [Name]. Thank you for helping me. I hope we can spend more time together soon.”

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

In minutes, the man was gone, disappearing through the glass doors and into the hotel lobby. You stared after him for a few seconds more before you turned toward the front gates, making your way back to your own resort. It’d be quite the walk - you couldn’t afford a cab or bus, or whatever transport they had in the area. By the time you’d get back to your hotel, it’d be close to dinner time. No need to have someone send a search party out for you. So, you took a bit of a speedy pace as you walked out the open gates and down the road.

All the way back, you thought about the promise you made to Neige. You two hadn’t really talked before then; now, it seemed, you two were forming a friendship. To think your first hang out would be you teaching the good boy how to rebel! Just what would you teach him, you wondered. Maybe you could get Ruggie to teach you how to pick a lock…that would be a good start, right? And it’d be useful in sticky situations the young man might run into one day. The beauty couldn’t always rely on someone to come and save them!

Beauty…yeah, yeah Neige was really pretty. Your heart fluttered as you recalled how those big brown orbs beheld you as though you were the most wonderful thing in existence. Your own pupils trailed down to the snowcone in your hand. The icy crystals, bright red mixed with pale cream, twinkled in the sunlight. Little bites had been taken out of the treat by Neige earlier; to eat the shaved ice that’d graced the celebrity’s lips would almost be like giving him an indirect… With a heavy heart and a pang of guilt, you tossed the snowcone into the nearest garbage can. You just couldn’t do it - it felt too intimate for a boy you barely knew.

For now, at least.

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Thank you for explaining it to me, can I ask for waking them up with true love kiss with Vil, rook, riddle, sebek, and Silver

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle looked more at ease than you’d ever seen him. You take a moment to admire the delicate lines of his face, wondering what kind of punishment you might receive for kissing him like this. You think he might understand considering the circumstances but you never knew what rule he might pull out of his pocket. You hoped to at least see an embarrassed blush on his face before you met your maker, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. You’re met with a startled reaction but Riddle seemed more relieved to see you than angry, pulling you into a tight hug to hide his undeniably tomato red face. You can't help but mumble about how happy you were that he was back, Riddle giving a whispered promise that he wouldn't leave you alone again.

Rook Hunt:

You think if Rook could see you now he'd get a kick out of it, comparing you two to an old fairy tale. You'd prefer his teasing to this eternal slumber he was stuck in, taking a deep breath before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. You lingered, head in the clouds as you pictured a more romantic moment than this one for your first kiss with him. If anyone deserved the whole nine yards it would be Rook, your dear friend and your beloved. You squeaked at the way he suddenly took the lead from you, positions reversed as you were now under him, almost as if Rook had planned this from the beginning. He seemed quite smug but happy, asking if he could request another kiss whenever he wanted or if you would only give them to him when he was sleepy.

Sebek Zigvolt:

You almost thought Malleus would be a better fit for a true loves kiss with Sebek, but didn’t say so out loud. Of anyone among your peer group you were voted most likely to have Sebek’s heart. He was still abrasive with you but it was accompanied by an odd tenderness that only a perfectionist in love would have. You can only imagine the look on his face after he realized what happened but you grit your teeth and bare it, hoping he showed your heart some mercy. You hold his face steady as if he might come to life pre-kiss, soaking in the glory of being this close without his annoyed blubbering. You’re greeted with a yelp the second after your lips meet, finding yourself facing a wild-eyed blushing crocodile with his mouth now covered. The only thing you can really make out is a WHAT ARE YOU DOING? but you’re too happy that he’s awake now to care.

Silver:

You had seen Silver like this countless times before but you’re not sure why right now it’s tugging on your heart strings. With the countless times Silver had saved you, it only seemed right for you to be his knight in shining armor and yet, you hesitated. Could Silver really feel that way for you? Why had he never confessed? You’d never find out if you didn’t ask and you wouldn’t be able to ask if he never woke up. You awaken him with a warm kiss full of promise, a promise to wake him up like this as many times as you needed to. You feel some pressure return, hoping you’re not deluding yourself into thinking he’s kissing you back. Silver stretched when he finally sat up, lavender eyes drifting to your lips as he apologized for falling asleep on you yet again.

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil isn’t even conscious and you’re nervous. You don’t know why you were offered up to try this, you could hardly imagine being someone live Vil’s true love. And yet you were here desperate enough to try, simply wanting him back and willing to humiliate yourself to do it. The kiss was meant to be quick but you round yourself enraptured with the softness of his lips, lingering just a moment longer than intended. It was like you were falling under a spell of your own. You jumped at the feeling of Vil’s fingers threading through your hair, keeping you close until he was finished with you. He seemed quite satisfied as he rose, commenting that his hair didn’t suffer at all, and you're relieved that he's considerate enough not to tease about the situation (for now, at least).

#Riddle Rosehearts #Rook Hunt #Sebek Zigvolt #Silver #TWST Silver #Vil Schoenheit #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Imagines #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #TWST x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Silver x Reader #Vil Schoenheit x Reader

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Jack Info Compilation Part 5: Leona (pt4)

Jack will occasionally bad-mouth Leona behind his back, comparing him unfavorably to Riddle by calling him a coward, “scared of puttin’ in some effort to get ahead,” “lazy” and “irritable.”

But he also has a line of, "If other dorms run their mouths, I'll deal with 'em! I won't make you look bad, Leona!"

There is also an incident during Port Fest where a visitor accuses first Ruggie, then Jack himself of stealing his wallet.

Jack does not react until the man accuses Leona, at which point he becomes defensive and Leona tells him to put away his fangs.

Jack also compliments Leona, saying he “may play dirty, but he’s a brilliant playmaker” and expressing gratitude for a birthday present of roast beef.

During Vargas Camp Leona teaches a group of students about how to find magestones and Deuce is openly impressed saying that Leona is amazing.

Jack is reluctant to agree, saying he was surprised that Leona volunteered the information and walked them through it as he didn’t think Leona “had it in him.”

In the end Jack agrees and says, “I can definitely look up to a guy like Leona!”

Jack refuses to allow Vil to blame his slovenly appearance on Leona and tries to stop Azul from charging Leona for the cleaning expenses resulting from a bottle that he breaks in the school store.

Leona volunteers Jack for Fairy Gala IF and Jack initially refuses, telling Leona that it is ridiculous that he thinks he can volunteer him for an important job without asking first.

Leona explains, “What we need is someone who can lead the pack. Someone with solid judgement and initiative. I figured you had both of those things…There are a lotta students in Savanaclaw, but I picked YOU…oh well, I guess I was wrong. I’ll have to find some other freshmen. Sorry for expectin’ more out of you.”

Jack responds, “You say this is something only I can do? Then I’ll make sure it gets done!”

Leona is unimpressed when Jack compromises the plan by sneezing.

At the end of the event Jack says that “Leona’ll never let me hear the end of this. He might not even let me into Savanaclaw right now…and even if he doesn’t say anything, I’m so ashamed of myself that I’m not gonna be able to look him in the eye.”

In book 6 Leona says, “Jack’s pretty self-aware…he can get a little prideful, but he knows he’s not boss material yet. So he always follows the boss’ orders when push comes to shove. He’s a good little pupper like that.”

This is corroborated by Ace who says, “(Jack’s) whole above-it-all schtick can be obnoxious. But he turns into a puppy dog around stronger guys, so he’s actually pretty easy to deal with.”

When Jack refuses to listen to Rook's advice during Port Fest, Rook advises him to speak to someone whom he deeply respects and admires. Jack goes to Leona.

Leona is less than pleased to learn that the source of the Port Fest drama all started with Ruggie and Jack.

Jack insists that the concert he is to put on (despite not being able to play an instrument) is non-negotiable and Leona encourages him to think outside the box instead of blindly following Crowley's orders.

Jack asks what he is supposed to do and Leona tells him to ask himself what he is actually trying to achieve.

Ruggie and Jack think on Leona's advice, and the issue becomes less so a question of how to hold an impressive show for the event and more so how to not disappoint Leona.

In the end Jack is able to come up with an idea for the show, saying that it is all thanks to Leona (Leona replies that he didn't do anything at all).

After the show Leona compliments Jack on his performance, leaving Jack momentarily speechless.

#twstjack #Jack Howl #jackfacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonement, death, unhealthy relationship

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

Vil Schoenheit-Sweet Poison (Sneak peek pt. IIX)

Being trapped in a tower was nightmare material. There were exactly three activities you were able to do. The first one was to look out of the window. Seeing the servants scurry around like ants made you remember your time when you were one of them. Oh, how you wished to return to the days on which your greatest concern was if the bread in the oven was burned and if you had to eat burned crumbs that day. How simple-minded you were. Laughable. Safe to say the curtain covered the window after the first two days.

The second activity was staring at the door and waiting for a familiar face to appear. Two out of three possible visitors were always met with pure joy and the wish to hug the living daylights out of them. Your friends the hunter and Epel weren’t allowed to enter through. Only a muffled conversation through the door was possible.

The third but also only person who was allowed to enter was one who you wished to see never again though. Whenever Vil decided to grace you with his oh-so-gracious presence you wanted to hide in a corner. But alas, you don’t bite the hand that feeds you so that was out of the window. Hours were spent sitting in silence in front of the blonde king. Vil didn’t seem to mind though, being more than just content with you listening to his ramblings, most of the time talking about court business and how he wished you could be there. Then a rant about your safety would start.

The last activity was reading. Being oh so kind Vil left some books in the many bookshelves lining the walls. Nothing too interesting though. The books about poisons and other subjects that could be seen as dangerous more than just apparently having been taken out leaving gaping emptiness on some of the shelves. But you took what you could get so you read.

It was a neverending limbo. Every morning you asked yourself when this torture would stop. At some point, you even asked yourself if this was all a dream and if one day you would wake up in your bed back home. Your real home, the one in the other world. But of course, things couldn’t be so easy. Day after day after day after day you watched the sun rise and fall through small slits in the curtain. The violet all over the room started to hurt your eyes.

And you most likely would have forever been a prisoner in this golden yet also so mind-numbing cage if it weren’t for a bird. A raven. Most curious little thing. Hearing something tap against the window you had ripped the violet piece of fabric, your gaze falling onto the black bird. From that day on the small thing was your best friend. Maybe that was the case since you had been starved of interaction with the outside of maybe because someone always tied small letters to the claws of the bird. A month earlier and you would have run in panic to Vil, now you literally showed him metaphorically the middle finger and accepted the pieces of paper with joy.

At first, the conversations were light and not too scheming. The person on the other end told you that a certain friend of yours, Rook, told them that you were living in the tower and had little to no company. Over time things started to circle more around how you could possibly escape and to be honest, you wanted to leave this place. If your tortured state of mind wasn’t reason enough then you didn’t know what would be.

But of course, things were never that easy. Vil started to visit you more and more. The last few days he even brought little trinkets for you… although it was arguable how something could be called “small” if they could feed an entire family for an entire month easily. It was like he was trying to compensate for something. Of course it didn’t though.

Today Vil once more visited you. This time he had handed you a comb, made out of gold and made with the best handcraft that you had ever seen in this world. Sitting behind you he combed with calm movements through your hair, stopping sometimes to look at how it shone in the light. All whilst doing that he hummed a small tune. You had to admit, it was a nice feeling. Being starved for social interaction, even if it was getting your hair combed, you were desperate for the tiniest bit of it. Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to drown in the soothing movements.

“You seem to get used to this place. I am glad that you are capable of understanding that you can not leave.” And that was it with the calm atmosphere. Although you didn’t react in any way that could be interpreted as unease you could still not calm the feeling stirring in your chest. It was not a good one.

“Did you like your meal yesterday? I noticed that you had been eating more.” No. You didn’t. The only reason why you forced yourself to eat although it felt like stones were in your stomach was because you didn’t know how you were going to live once you escaped your cage. What if you would need to hide in the woods for a long time and didn’t have enough to eat? No, you could not risk that.

Nodding nonetheless Vil let out a happy chuckle. “You made me worry. I thought you would never forgive me.” Hearing his words you suppressed a wince. Partially due to no, you had not forgiven him but also because his grip on your hair tightened, the comb being stuck in your hair. Vil had let go of the piece of gold, now being lost in his own thought process. “I guess I can count myself as a lucky person…”

Huh. Interesting. Usually the young king was someone who knew what he wanted but now he sounded so uncertain. Looking at the reflection of a mirror in the room you watched how he reached up once more to the comb, carefully untangling it from the strands of hair. After finally holding it once more in his hands he stared at it. “I will try to get you something bigger next time. Maybe some accessories…”

Accessories? You could sell those! Nodding a bit too fast to appear natural you agreed with his proposal. Thankfully, he seemed to be so happy about your reply that he didn’t notice. Hugging you from behind the blonde buried his face in your shoulder. “I am glad that you are here.”

Ouch. Why did you now feel like the bad guy of you two? How unfair. You were the one caged in a tower! Feeling him snuggle against you, you asked yourself how he would react if he found out about your plan. It took everything within you to stop yourself from shuddering, your imagination running wild. Remembering how his sharp fingernails buried into your skin, how he looked with your blood on his fingers, not even noticing the red liquid all whilst having an unhinged look in his eyes you hoped to never be in a situation in which you would experience that again. Sadly, your acting skills seemed a bit rusty. Halting his movement Vil threw you a look that said “their reaction is weird.”

“Everything alright, dear?” Nodding once more you hoped that you were more convincing this time. To your luck he took your reaction and didn’t question it… though he did look at you questioning for a second longer. “If you say so…”

Lifting his fingers to your hair he tangled them into it, gently running those claws through the strands. Fidgeting a bit with your fingers you felt questions prodding at you once more. Since the moment you were trapped here you had nothing but riddles in front of you. Heck, you didn’t know why you were even here. The rambling of Schoenheit was certainly not giving you answers. He did tell you that you would be trained to be a regent by his side but until now nothing of that nature had happened. Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself down before finally daring to ask him the question. “If you allow me to ask, why am I even here.”

Vils movement halted. The temperature in the room dropped intimidating fast. Swallowing you looked at the blonde on your shoulders. He was staring at you. Immediately you wished you had continued to look into the mirror, at least your gaze wouldn’t have crossed his. His cold gaze made you feel like you were sitting outside during a very cold winter. Rubbing your hands together you hoped to ward off the cold that was slowly creeping into your bones. “How curious of you to ask.”

Standing up from his position the young king made his way over to the window. With a sneer, he opened the curtains a tiny bit before he, dare you say violently, closed them again. “Let’s just say that I need you here.”

With that he turned around and made his way toward the door. His heels clicked with a sound against the marble under them that could only be described as “cold”. Lowering your gaze you looked onto the floor, not being able to continue looking as he put the key into the keyhole. The key, your freedom, in his hands. You despised it and if you could you would make him dance in hot iron shoes till his end, just how the evil queen in the original Snow White died.

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Warm and Glow

Malleus x female reader / Heavy spoilers from the Masquerade Event

Re-uploading my stories is prohibited.

You see Malleus talking with Rollo, and you wonder if he forgives Rollo for destroying all the magic. All the chaos has finally been over for good, and you remember how Malleus was furious toward Rollo — he hurt so many people, his beloved living gargoyle friend, and this also includes you. Also faking the invitation too.

When you fell into the door trap, Malleus screamed your name, and all you saw was black. Falling into the abyss, you couldn't see where this fall would lead you, but you heard Malleus screaming your name.

"Y/N !!!!!!!!!!!"

He called your name, he had fear on his face, and for this, he went after you to catch you with his strong arms. You were afraid of where this giant abyss pit would lead and waited for you to be doomed, but suddenly you felt strong arms carrying you. You open your eyes to see who's carrying you, and upon seeing your rescuer, Malleus smiles toward you, not just any smile but a worried smile.

You could still feel the anger coming off him, and then you gently place a hand on his cheeks, and he also places a with your hands and intertwines them together.

You always wonder what makes him so different from others that they don't see, and yet he saves everyone and beats Rollo out of him when he was at the bell tower with help from Azul and Idia. And he even screams your actual name and that was the first time he shouted your name.

He is the next in line of Valley of Thorns and he still chooses to sacrifice himself for you and others to bring an end to this madness from Rollo that he has caused. You still remember when the VDC was destroyed during the Vil's overblot and he fixes the stage because he was really happy that you invited him to see the performance with him, and he even revealed his true name but you were not afraid of him, and you still call him, "Tsunotarou", even he gave his real name.

Rollo may be a human and Malleus is a fae but knowing the chaos that has been caused has already been answered, so this puzzle is; what makes a monster, and what makes a man? And now you see Rollo and Malleus having a "friendly" conversation, upon seeing this you know already who's the monster and man.

After a few minutes, Malleus walks toward you after he finished discussing with Rollo, and you quickly nervous you didn’t why what reason for this, but you sure the hero is walking toward you with a warm smile appear on his face, and you didn’t know what to do, it felt you were frozen in place.

You were in your beautiful f/c long dress that reached into the floor and soft glitter that shines from the dress. Echos of footsteps knowing, the man comes towards, and once he appears to you as you both stand in front of a white light.

The man that stands before you, his usual smile that you love to see whenever you and he are together at the Ramshackle dorm, is there with you and then he says that would make you blush, “ Y/N, would you dance with me?” and you couldn’t help but smile and accept his offer quickly, “Yes.” Then he quickly pulls into the middle of the hall and prepares for the grand final.

You see Malleus, Idia, and Azul standing as they prepare for the grand finale, Malleus still holding your hand, and soon you hear the music and Malleus sings the first lines of the song.

Scared of the dawn, I wish again and again

He twirls you as your dress sparkles, and then quickly brings you closer to him, while Idia and Azul dance gracefully behind you two.

Prayers far away light up the crimson lotus

And then he twirls you once again freely and your hair flows smoothly around matching the rhythm of your moving.

Resound the bells, carry my wish

Dreaming warm today Reaching up high

Malleus always desires to be friends with everyone, but everyone at NRC fears him, and he feels like an outcast from the rest of everyone and making it difficult to make friends with everyone. For years, it has always been like that for him.

But one day everything changed when you came along and met him that first night from outside of your dorm, he always felt happy sharing his interest with you, and you were there listening to his beloved gargoyles. And you made him a valid person and made him feel like a normal person, as he is.

Sure, there are times Malleus doesn’t understand his emotions, but there you are helping him during his rage when he was using leftover magic he had when summoning the green lighting making everyone scared, but you step in and approach him and help him to stay calm.

He listens because you are his ONLY close friend.

I'm dancing my heart out in the city in full bloom

Then he catches you when you come back to him, and then he picks you up to the sky elegantly and puts you down, after that you and he sprint gracefully, and then Malleus grabs your both hands as he brings you closer to him, and he brings your hands together with his, as he holds them dearly as he doesn’t want to let you go.

‘Tsunotarou..’

And then he gives a kiss on your hand, and you only wish this day would never end, be together with him, a loyal man that would sacrifice his life to save his loved ones, even people would not accept, and yet he would do it no matter what put his life in danger to save others.

And ahead toward, into tomorrow!

With the final dance, Malleus puts an arm around your back and you move your head slightly back he yells the final words of the song, with everyone together in front of the ball.

For the rest of the night, you and he still danced slowly as moonlight glowed in front of you two and this truly felt like a paradise that this only going shared memory of you and him.

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Notes: The lyrics and dancing part were kinda hard to write ;;;

#twisted wonderland #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #glorious masquerade #twst glorious masquerade #twst masquerade

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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⤷ ✧ Pocky game

- order 19 | scenarios | Housewardens P.2 (Vil, Idia, Malleus)

P.1 — (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim)

Gender neutral

Note: Old request that I had intended to make a part two for, I had this as a WIP for a while until I finished it today.

Vil Schoenheit

You knew it wouldn’t be easy. Vil is extremely focused on appearance. You had friends that cared a little too much about how they looked but Vil was over the top. But you couldn’t say it didn’t pay off. He always looked ethereal. But he would still look ethereal if he played with you!

“Vil, please can we play?” You asked while pressing your hands together and coming up next to him.

He sighed and glared down at you, “I can’t have anything. I have a big photo shoot tomorrow. I will not risk embarrassing myself when such a big event is about to happen.” He sternly said.

You grabbed his arm and hugged his arm. “B-But it’s just one little stick! I’ll never ask anymore dumb games of you again! I’ll even start dressing nicer and tying my tie cuter and neater!” You begged.

After a long while of going back and forth, he agreed extremely reluctantly. He crossed his legs and faced you as you unboxed the pocky.

“Uh, so the Pocky Game is you basically have to finish the stick before the other person. But it’s the same stick for both players.” You explained and handed the stick to Vil.

He stuck it in his mouth as you shakily lined your lips up with the other end. Vil scoffed as he bit forward, drawing dangerously close to you already.

Your hands reached over to him to cup his cheeks and surprisingly he didn’t even flinch. He pulled you closer and tilted his head as he felt your lean into the kiss.

It was a while before Vil finally let go. Despite you holding his face, you had zero control. You were running out of oxygen quickly and you almost started feeling light headed. You panted while Vil took a deep breath and recovered quickly.

“I already knew what you were trying to do. It was a good excuse to kiss you like that.” He said slyly.

You opened your eyes and smiled, “You’re.. You’re mean!!”

Idia Shroud

He’s insanely shy. He hasn’t exactly ever had any sort of romantic interaction. When he sees anyone kissing, hugging, or anything in a romantic way, he cringes and criticizes the idea of relationships.

But, of course he heard of this game! It’s recently been trending and it’s been a thing for a while.

“Do I wanna play..?! Doesn’t that go without saying?” He said as if you were a bother. But you could tell he was more flustered than bothered. You sucked in your breathe and put your hands together in a begging way.

“So, it’s a yes then? This game sounds really fun, if you already know then you can teach me!” You feinted obliviousness: Idia froze, he appeared to be thinking about something.

It seems your acting worked as he considered participating in playing with you. “I-I will but only just this once…”

“Alright then!”

You picked up the box of picky sticks and picked one out. You went closer to him and leaned forward to be at the same height as him. He shook in his chair as he unconsciously put the other end of the stick in his mouth.

So close! This is gross! How could I be doing something like this? Aaah… MC smells so good.

The ends of his hair flared red and spread more and more as you moved closer. You two were so close, your noses were nearly touching.

It was all too much for Idia, the stick snapped in the middle. You moved back and used your finger tip to push the rest into your mouth. You hid your smile as you laughed at Idia, who was practically melting.

You noticed a small bit still hanging out of his mouth, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t even noticed it snapped in half yet. You placed your hand to cup his cheek while the other grabbed the back of his head.

Your lips connected and you could feel the heat from his face. His hands flew up in the air in shock and he would’ve fallen back if he were standing. He pushed his back up against the chair, urging to you lean further into him and deepen the kiss.

You pushed away and wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

“No way…” Was the last words he could say before everything turned black.

Malleus Draconia

He is one of the more stoic people. He does show emotion but he’s not easily flustered. Which is a part of the reason why you’re doing this in the first place.

You want to catch him off guard! The times you’ve done it before were completely by accident but this time you surely would but I’d would be intentional! You invited him over, he seemed giddy about it. You noticed how he wore his school uniform a lot neater.

You sat him down in a small chair and table you had at ramshackle and ran off upstairs then came back with a box.

“Malleus! Can we play a quick game?” You asked while showing him the box. He scanned the features off the box then nodded.

“Well, what is this game you speak of?”

“It’s easy! It’s the Pocky Game. The rules are that you can’t pull away or purposely break the stick or else you lose.” You explained while opening up the box and handing him one.

He looked at it and stuck it in his mouth, as if he were going to eat it. You lined up your mouth against the short end of the pocky stick and you felt him chomp down on the part that was already inside his mouth.

He seemed completely entranced by the taste and chewed further on the part that was Alr racing his mouth. You stopped completely.

Man, he doesn’t even care!

You bit forward while trying to ignore the fact he was focusing on the taste over you. Bit by bit, your face came closer to his. He couldn’t ignore how close you were as his forehead touched yours.

He felt something gentle on his lips as you leaned over and put your arm around him. You moved away but just a hit to say something.

“Don’t ignore me again.” You said, almost desperately before slowly bringing your lips against his again.

#vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #requests

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Platonic headcanons for Dorm Leaders when a tween!Reader admits that they don't actually want to go back to their world because they're an orphan

I don’t wanna go!

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Jade (mentioned), Floyd (mentioned), Jamil (mentioned), Rook (mentioned), Ortho (mentioned), Lilia (mentioned), Silver (mentioned), Sebek (mentioned)

Tw: death, depression, distress, implied abuse (related to Riddle), crying, food mentions, bullying, robbing, grief

All relationships are exclusively platonic. Reader is between ages of 10-12

No direct spoilers for chapter 6, but implications of such. Read Idia’s part at your discretion

Riddle

Riddle’s never really had this kind of warmth before.

Having someone look at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky is almost unnerving at first, every compliment the tween gave him rolled off with a simple, “of course I’m the best” even if he didn’t believe it.

But over time, and several dozen tea parties, he found himself softening to you.

He makes some stumbles and mistakes but somehow you never held it against him, even when he didn’t apologize directly.

No, when he reprimanded you for plucking a rose on a Wednesday, you just apologized and offered it to him instead.

After a while others noticed a change.

The magicless student forgot a part of their uniform, and there goes Riddle marching up to them.

But when they look at him with no fear in their eyes, instead a bright smile, Riddle couldn’t find it in himself to scold them.

Instead, he simply informed them of the missing piece and walked them back to their dorm to get it. He was two minutes late to class that day because of it!

When he was informed that Crowley had a way back but the tween didn’t feel like leaving, he was confused.

Surely you miss home, don’t you?

Even if he didn’t have an amazing time at his own home, you had fared better, hadn’t you?

And regardless, you should still miss your family, right?

But when he heard of your reason, every question he had died on his tongue.

And when he heard you ask to stay with him, he stared with a bright flush on his face.

“I will have to think about it. For now, of course you can. But permanently, we will have to discuss this further when you’re ready.”

Listen, he obviously can’t take you to his parents, right?

And he doesn’t have a job yet, or his own home, so it’s not like he has a place to keep you for now.

But he silently vows to keep the magicless student safe from harm, no matter what.

He’ll start looking at jobs, and places he can rent, lining things up for when he graduates NRC, so he has an idea of what to talk about with you when you’re ready.

Leona

Leona has little fondness for children, but luckily, tweens are just cute enough to offset their incredibly moodiness, so he supposes he doesn’t mind your company.

What he does mind, though, is when he’s being awoken from naps by someone poking at his face to ask him for food.

And listen, he gets it, but just take his wallet and knock it off.

You can make it to the school store on your own, right?

Well, wrong.

Tweens aren’t known for keeping money a secret and the second a savanaclaw student notices you holding Leona’s wallet, they’re ready to jump you.

So you make it roughly 40 feet away from Leona before someone starts hassling you and dear god now he has to save this dumb herbivore-

but it’s worth it to him when you cling to him and tell him how sorry you are for bothering him and how grateful you are for saving him.

That’s all it takes for him to begrudgingly admit that maybe, just maybe, he might like you a little.

And every time you walk up to him and thrust some little homemade gift his way, even after a million times he tells you it’s dumb, he slowly begins to accept that he’s stuck with you, and you’re stuck with him.

“Oi, Herbivore, that old crow found a way to send you home.” Is his unfortunate greeting, but upon seeing your solemn expression, he sobers a little. “What’s wrong, kid? Don’t you wanna go back?”

When he hears your reason he sort of freezes, then lets out a sigh and comes over, rubbing your back in an attempt at comfort.

If you start crying he might pause, but will continue to try and comfort you in the most stilted and weirdly uncomfortable way possible.

“Can I stay here? With you?”

“Who else would you stay with? Obviously you’re stuck with me, stupid cub. You’ll have to pull your weight, though.”

He gives a teasing grin before dragging you to lay in his bed in his room and watch comedies until you feel better.

Azul

There’s really not many people brave (or foolish) enough to get attached to him, and ask of things so freely.

But somehow, he can’t find it in himself to be mad when you sneak into the Mostro Lounge kitchen for a snack, or pull a little prank on him with Floyd.

It amazes him, actually, how relaxed you seem in a room full of sharks.

He wouldn’t say he’s fond, moreso that he’s impressed, but that changes after a while.

It can’t be easy for you here, can it?

You’re younger than the student body, you’re magicless, you aren’t in your own world, and you’re being mildly tormented by 6 ft tall eels

(even if they’re not exactly trying to torment you, that’s just their personality)

He’s looking for a book, late at night.

It was something mentioned in his history of magic: the magic of history volume ii textbook and he thought it might boost his grade.

But when he sees you, curled up in a corner, crying your little heart out, his mission is halted.

“Now, what’s going on over here? Why are you crying, you poor thing?”

When you look up at him with the most heartbroken eyes and whisper something about missing your parents, any somewhat-nefarious reasoning he had for approaching you is thrown out the window.

He sinks down beside you, and fiddles with his hands for a moment before he wraps an arm around your back, rubbing your shoulder.

“There, there.” Is his attempt at consoling you, because while he isn’t sure what to do, but it’s clear you shouldn’t be left alone.

He knows what it’s like.

He brings you back to the lounge to sit and have a meal, because that’s what his mom always did for him, and he does his best to cheer you up.

After that, he lets a little bit of one of his soft, squishy octopus hearts open up to you.

Every time you’re struggling with homework, he takes the time to tutor you until you understand it.

You’re hungry? Well, he needs a break from all this paperwork, so he can make a snack for you two.

Floyd and Jade tease him for becoming such a mother hen, making sure you have all your supplies for class and writing little pick-me-up notes for you in your binder.

He finds you and Crowley talking and quietly adds himself to the conversation.

When he finds out that you don’t want to go home, he isn’t exactly surprised.

From the way you talked about your world, it was clear to him that you didn’t like it.

What did surprise him, though, is when you approached a few days later and asked if he would sign a contract with you.

What shocked him even more was when you said that it was cause you want to stay with him.

Really, like, glasses askew, eyes wide, eyebrows in his hairline surprised.

“Well, you know I’m from the Coral sea, don’t you? I haven’t quite decided on whether I’ll be staying on land most of the time after college or not…”

but the hope in your eyes stirred something in his chest

“I suppose that’s a matter that can wait for another time, isn’t it?”

Kalim

Kalim is an outlier in Night Raven College.

He’s a bubbly, extroverted, happy-go-lucky kind of guy, and the minute he noticed a kid wandering around campus, he was attached.

He’s got a ton of siblings, what’s one more to the mix?

Unlike everyone else on this list, it’s less of you following him around and more him following you around.

You’re so tiny and cute, how could he ever ignore you?

Jamil looks ready to pop a blood vessel.

But it’s so worth it whenever you come over and enjoy every dish thrown your way, when you attend the pop music club rehearsals, when you and Kalim go to basketball games just to cheer on Jamil.

Kalim loves the way he finally gets to look after someone else, even developing some cooking skills and focusing harder on studying just to help you.

It’s sweet, almost overly, but he never seems to mind, even when your sassy tween self makes a snarky comment.

Kalim doesn’t know what he’d do without his family.

It’s such a core part of who he is, he can’t fathom what it would be like without it.

So when he hears that Crowley found you a way home, he’s absolutely gobsmacked that you don’t want to return.

“What?! Why don’t you want to go home? Your family must miss you!”

When you tell him why, his entire mood changes.

He’s quiet for a second, and stiff as a board, before he starts again

“But what about your siblings? Cousins? Aunts and Uncles? Or- you have friends, don’t you? Don’t you wanna see them again? Family isn’t always just who you’re related to. Like me ‘n Jamil, we’re not related but he’s family to me!”

But when you just shake your head and tell him there’s nothing like that for you and begin to cry…

well, he looks ready to cry with you. But he focuses for a moment and pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You can stay with me, if you really don’t wanna go. I’ll take care of you, me and Jamil will.”

When you nod and mumble a broken thank you to him, he squeezes you tighter.

Once you aren’t sobbing into his shoulder anymore, he smiles down at you, “Well, since you’re staying, then I guess it’s time to celebrate the good news, right? I get a new little sibling! You get an older brother! C’mon, I found a new cookie recipe I’ve been meaning to try!”

Vil

Children are, in Vil’s opinion, gross.

Well, except the little Spudling that’s always nearby, he supposes.

They’re well behaved and have proper manners and they don’t try to bite him, unlike Epel.

Not to mention the fact that it seems they simply adore him.

They haven’t even been in this world that long, he doubts they’ve ever seen him act or dance or sing, but they act like he’s divine.

It’s certainly an ego boost.

He’s even more surprised when he finds out they do, actually, have a mean streak.

He once watched the magicless student completely light into Rook for following them around all day, and had the actual audacity to hit him over it.

Then - THEN look over to Vil and say “get your Stan under control, he’s fuckin creepy” and storm off.

A funny thing that one is, huh?

Vil is certainly the type to ask important general questions, like ‘how old are you’ and ‘where did you live before this’ and ‘what do your parents do for work’, all while combing through the younger student’s hair or instructing them on how to properly wash their face.

So he also isn’t surprised when, upon hearing Crowley found you a way back, you don’t want to go home.

It seems like you were unhappy and lonely there, it’s no wonder you’d rather stay.

He’s happy to keep you in Pomefiore as long as you’d like, as long as you don’t cause trouble.

It’s a few months after this incident, though, when he’s close to graduating, that he realizes the next housewarden might not be so kind to you.

“Spudling, I’ll be going abroad to study for my fourth year here. Would you like to come with me?”

The sunny smile and ecstatic “yes!” You give him makes any future headache of his from you worth it.

Idia

Idia would never have expected that the lost tween stuck in twisted wonderland would attach themself to him, of all people.

He rarely leaves his dorm room, he stays up all night playing games, and is pretty snarky and sardonic to everyone he comes across.

But somehow, the little magicless human snuck their way into his life and didn’t seem to leave, no matter the circumstances.

It’s odd, isn’t it?

He has a younger brother already who never leaves his side, maybe that’s why he never minded their presence.

Maybe it’s because they indulged and played his games with him, or because he was the first person they went to when something was wrong or upsetting, or maybe just because they reminded him so much of Ortho already.

He really didn’t want to see them go.

So imagine his surprise when they don’t want to leave.

Crowley found them a way back, didn’t he?

So why would they ask if they could stay with him and Ortho permanently?

Loss is something Idia understands pretty well.

He’s from the Isle of Woe, after all, it’s not like it’s just a fun nickname.

He’s pretty well acquainted with that sort of misery.

So when the magic-less tween tells him that there’s nobody waiting for them in their own world, well…

He looks surprised, for a moment, before he melts a little and nods, pulling them closer for a moment.

“Yeah, of course you can stay. Who else would I have to main red? And besides, we haven’t finished so many games!”

He’ll never bring it up again, he vows silently.

He knows that aching hurt and he never wants his newest sibling to feel it again.

Malleus

Humans are fascinating creates, don’t you think?

Malleus has often been drawn to humans, and when he lays eyes on a tiny, magicless one, he’s smitten.

He remembers how Silver once was, and evidently so does Lilia, because one look from the smaller fae and he’s already drawing up adoption papers.

When you’re left in the care of the Diasomnia crew, everyone is excited.

Silver is excited to have a little sibling, Lilia is excited to have a new kid, Malleus is excited because you don’t seem to be afraid of him, nor do you seem to be trying to please him, and Sebek….

okay, almost everyone’s happy.

But it’s not long before Sebek changes his tune, because if Lord Malleus is happy, then he has to be as well.

Everyone here is by far most equipped to be taking care of a child, since two of them are several hundred years old, but you may not be ready for them.

Mostly because after you snuck off to steal some food from Mostro Lounge due to Lilia’s…’cooking’ it was all the harder to escape their eyes.

But it was clear to everyone that you were most comfortable with Malleus, content to listen to him talk about gargoyles and show you his tamagotchi and recount stories from decades ago with nostalgic fondness.

You seemed near enraptured by him, and it was very mutual.

It’s not every day he can study a young human, is it?

Nobody even questioned if you’d stay or not, you made no mention of wanting to go home and they made no mention of it.

It wasn’t until Crowley said he’d found a way and you began to cry that anyone thought of it.

When you told them your reason, Lilia and Malleus were quiet and pensive.

“Young child of man, I understand your pain. Are you quite sure you don’t wish to return? If you are, you will always have a home in the Valley of Thorns with Lilia and I.”

His smile was bittersweet when you said you wanted to stay with him.

He simply nodded, patted your head, and guided you back to your dorm room to rest, promising you that he would take care of you until your last days in twisted wonderland.

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