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bllk-hq · 1 year

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I read that fic about reader telling some twst boys they're prettier than Vil and I'm living for it! Could I have the same concept but with ADeuce, Epel, Trey, and Malleus? Thnx!

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 .𝟎𝟐

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Note: Of course! Anytime !!!ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ Also this might suck because I'm running out of ideas and when I'm out of ideas they are kind of short.. so... sorry :(((!

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Trey, and Malleus Dictionary: _ (not any that I remember)

Ace Trappola:

Ace would be the same way when receiving compliments, except he mostly acts as if he knows already. He only does that to try to make him look cool in your eyes.

But when Ace uses that method, he says it in a way that could shatter your interest in him; or at least that could go one way.

The other version of how this whole idea would go is, You would randomly say it catching him by surprise.

"Could you repeat that?" He says with a slight tone of sarcasm.

He patiently waits for your response as he tries to hold in his laughter.

One of Ace´s basketball games ended with a rival school, who we´ll say is RSA. He lets out a huge sigh of relief as he makes his way to one of the benches, that´s right in front of where you sitting.

He opens his eyes wide open as he stops in front of the bench to see you sitting on the bottom column right in front of him. A wide grin spreading on his face, ¨Did you see me out there Y/N? I was cool right?¨

You nod as you pay your attention to his hair, ¨Y/N~ Why are you looking at my hair-¨

¨ I think I like this hairstyle way better. Makes you look hotter than Vil no?¨

An annoying grin comes up onto his face, as he leans closer to your face, leaving only inches apart. He crosses his arms locking his eyes with you.

¨ Y/N- I- You're suddenly in a flirty mood today huh?" A red hue covers his face as he realizes the closeness between you two.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce generally has never really comprehended how to act after someone just complimented him. He only usually accepts them with an unsure smile on his face.

His heart nearly stops as you utter the most breathtaking compliment.

It was the end of the first period as you look at the clock. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you’re surprised when you hear someone shout your name.

"Y/N are you coming?" Deuce says as he stops mid-way from getting up from his chair.

"Oh yeah- Sorry." The both of you walk out of the classroom and you stare at Deuce in awe.

"Have you gotten prettier? I swear... you're more pretty than Vil."

"I-I don't think so."

He looks to the side as a red hue spreads on his face, "But if you say it... I might believe it."

Epel Felmier:

Epel probably handles compliments depending on his surroundings.

For Example: In the vicinity of the Pomefiore dorm he would try and be as masculine as possible because, a) vil could be near and he doesn't want to be seen as weak by him, or b) there are too many people starring at the two of you.

A pink hue of blushes covers his whole face, to the point where his skin tone turns into a light shade of pink. An uneasy smile puts together all his cute features.

Widened aqua-blue eyes look at you in shock as he blanks out, every single part of his body freezes in place. It took some words from your mouth to get Epel out of this state.

As he gets out of this embarrassing state he's in, he folds his hand in a tight fist alongside his chest area. Instead, a stern and serious face gathers on his features.

Blush still is formed around his face as he then scrunches his eyebrows, suddenly trying to look all tough-looking and masculine.

He can't let himself look all weak! What if Vil's around? He can't let himself be a scene in this state, he's trying to prove he's not weak to him y'know!

He's broken out of his wondering state of thinking as he's met with your confused eyes. Epel breaks out into a mini-state of panic as he realizes how wrong he came off.

"Th-Thank you for your compliment Y/N, it's my fault for expressing my emotions in a.. confusing way!" He exclaims as he quickly breathes in, bowing to you with a hand over his chest.

"I'm glad you think I'm more handsome than Vil!!" Epel's voice sounds like he's almost screaming from the amount of passion in his voice.

Trey Clover:

Trey is taken back for sure, him? More handsome and prettier than Vil? Why he doesn't know if he could believe that if he tried!

You reassure him that what he just heard was correct, he's a shy-stuttering mess. Trey thinks of himself as a completely average guy with average looks, not anything close to the image of Vil Schoenheit.

He tries to choke out words from his mouth, but his racing heart says otherwise. Someone needs to make sure Trey doesn't have a heart attack from how fact his heart is going.

Trey chokes out a rushed 'thank you' as he tries to calm down his pulsating heart.

His hand clenches his chest as sweat drips down his rose-colored face.

"Y/N, you said that so suddenly, once again thank you, darling."

Malleus Draconia:

Argue all you want with me but... Malleus can be cocky from any sort of affection you try and give him. (⌒▽⌒)♡

He finds it mostly amusing and endearing how you think of him in those ways.

Malleus can't help that he thinks you are the cutest when you come up to him and say it directly to his face. His light up in such curiosity, he's glad to inspect such an interesting person.

A smile appears on his lips as a warm atmosphere drifts around the air. More handsome than thee 'Vil Schoenheit' huh? It flatters him, to say the least.

His eyes gleam with such flirty intent, he then puts his finger under your chin and lifts your head.

"Y/N~ Child of man, you wanna repeat that?"

A cocky smile forms on his lips as he stares at you with narrow eyes, waiting for your answer.

"Just going to stay silent huh? Fair. Now come, I want you to show me how much you think of how pretty am I~"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #epel felmier x reader #trey clover x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader

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ceruleancattail · 10 months

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Stray Cat Au

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Ace

A crooked smile, hat tipped to the side. Ace’s often found on the streets, newspaper tucked underneath his arm. His eyes gleam with mischief, a heart painted on his eye. It wiggles as he laughs, beating with every chuckle.

The local newsboy, he always seems to be drawn to you. Arm slinging around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. Warmth surges into your skin, a comforting feeling.

Where are you going in such a hurry, detective? Is the game afoot?

Ace mocks, but he’s genuinely curious. After all, it’s not everyday you get to talk to a detective. More often then not, he’s tagging along for your cases. He’ll come up with a hundred excuses.

Oh, he needs to boarden his selling area! Business, y’know?

There wasn’t anything to do, so he decided to follow you around.

Even with all his bluster, you can’t help but feel a little relieved. As snarky as Ace can be, he’s loyal. Whenever you confront the culprits, Ace’s hand is pressed against the small of your back, encouragingly. Whenever you falter, he’s right there by your side, winking slyly.

It’s a comfort to know that someone’s got your back. Especially if it’s Ace.

Deuce

You’ll find him in the town square, waving around sheets of newspapers. He’s hollering like a salesman, shouting the day’s headlines. His hat is straight on his head, locks of deep navy blue tucked under. A spade is painted over his eye, delicate curves highlighting the blue within his pupils.

He greets you with a smile, beaming brighter then the sun. You’ve made it a habit to get two coffees everyday. One for yourself, and one for him. Sometimes, your fingers brush against his when you pass the cup to him. It’s an odd, tingly feeling that has Deuce’s cheeks glowing a faint pink.

He’s a rather reliable person. Day and night, working as hard as ever. Anyone in the town would eventually come across him. Which is why Deuce’s a gold mine for information… when he remembers stuff.

You drag him on cases. Your reasoning? An eye witness would help in identifying the criminals, and make your life easier. Although, you notice that you seem to seek out Deuce even if there aren’t cases to solve.

There’s a certain… warmth, that comes with his company. You can’t say you don’t enjoy that feeling.

Trey

As the editor of The Heartsabyul Times, he’s rather busy. You can find him in the Heartsabyul office, manuscript in hand. Pencil tucked behind his ear, glasses resting on the top of his head.

Yet no matter how weary he is, Trey always seems to have a smile just for you. Whenever you step into the office, Trey’s lips slip up ever so slightly. He’s clearing the table, pulling out boxes of pastries. Trey bakes them himself, although he gets… carried away sometimes.

Nudging them towards you, Trey tells you to help yourself. Although you can’t help but notice that they’re all your favourites…

Sometimes, when you’re stuck on a particular case, you come over to the office to seek his help. Trey looks forward to these visits. Anything is a welcome break from checking drafts. Pouring over cold cases with you, laughing at the more ridiculous theories both of you come up with… it’s a rather pleasant experience.

And he does look forward to seeing you, detective.

Do pop on by more often,hm?

He’ll have a fresh box of pastries, just for you.

Cater

The bright, impressionable journalist of The Heartsabyul Times. A social butterfly that has his fingers in a million pies, no one’s more suited for fieldwork then him. Cater’s quite literally the life of the party, buzzing around for the next big, bold headline.

It’ll make sense why he hones onto you. A detective, slowly rising in fame. Clicking his pen, he’s trailing after you, chirping away. Cater pokes and pries, trying to get some tidbits of information away from those pretty lips of yours.

Aw, come on! Just let him interview you for awhile? He’ll make it worth your while~

As a journalist, he has certain connections that could be the key of cracking your cases right open. The most prestigious business events? With a snap of his fingers, Cater has two invites printed and ready to use.

So just come to him if you need anything, detective. Cater would gladly assist you… well, if The Heartsabyul Times gets exclusive rights to your story, that is.

Heck, drop on by anytime!

It’s always a joy to chat with you.

Riddle

The head of the Heartsabyul Times. The tyrant of the news world, ruling over the town with an iron fist. With all the rumours about how strict Riddle can be, it’s a surprise that he treats you so warmly.

Inviting you in for a cup of tea, nimbly setting down cups of twinkling porcelain for your use. Riddle knows that information is give and take. There’s no such thing as a free lunch, so to speak. So when a detective comes knocking on his door, he’ll make full use of this opportunity.

He never expected you. The way you smiled, introducing yourself with a firm handshake. You didn’t bother beating around the bush, before launching into a relay of questions.

Riddle could hear the passion in your voice, that steely glow in your eyes. The way you were ever so determined to find the truth, regardless of how devastating it could be.

Well, looks like the local detective wasn’t a force to be trifled with. He has to admire that courage, to be able to question the head of Heartsabyul himself that boldly.

Question away, detective. Although you’ll pardon him for asking some questions of his own.

You intrigue him, truly.

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hahawallysimp · 9 months

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Royalty Wally x GN!Reader

(Art and au by @neonross + This fic is heavily inspired by and set in the world built by Emma in her Royalty Au Fic so please go check her out!)

Synopsis: As one of the few knights left under the Spade's council rule, the King of Hearts takes particular interest in you after seeing your fencing abilities, even against one of your own court.

You took a deep breath in, calming yourself. Today the shuffling, a gathering between all four kingdoms, was holding an event. Fencing. Though you certainly didn't consider your skills extraordinary or anything, you were proud of your swordsmanship nonetheless, having trained since childhood. You looked over to the rest of your peers and nodded to Arnold, a duke and soon to be ruler of the Spades Kingdom once he reached of age and maturity.

Silently, you went to go stand next to the Lord, speaking softly so that only he could hear you, "Remember, you are to under no circumstances become prideful or brash in front of this audience." You look to the younger boy sternly, meeting his gaze before continuing, "The kingdom has too much relying on this shuffling going well for you to do so." You could tell Arnold was holding back some indignance at your words, but were glad he kept it under lock and key.

Refocusing your gaze to the large hall where the fencing would be held, you took in the several platforms they had put together. You counted eight in total, all holding different duels as the audience could watch from the giant bleachers. Many had already lined up to take their seats, rows and rows of different shades of red, aqua, and green flooded your eyes and started to overwhelm your senses.

You shook your head quickly, reminding yourself that you must keep it together, if only to put on a good show for the nobles of your neighboring kingdoms. You heard a shriek, and swerved you gaze to face it, realizing a whistle had been blown and a man, a servant of the heart's kingdom by the look of it, was handing out the schedule for those competing. You raced over to meet the man and find where your placement was in the first round.

Seventh stage, with a one... Duke Below? You scoff internally at the odd name, but nod to the servant and thank them before moving away and finding the stage you'd be on. Suddenly, you feel your heart skip a beat as you realize the stage you were put on would be right in front of the tree royals. Squealing internally you think to yourself 'Lady Ebony is going to be so excited, I might be able to impress the royals and give a good name to the spades!'

Shaking your hands you go to the far left of the stage, facing the royals stand before finding where the necessary items for such a duel had been set. You smile to yourself, seeing the mask provided was a dark black, with a blue spade painted on the back. Your sword even had a blue handle, though it's blade was the usual silver. As you wait for the duels to begin you practice your moves, striking and slashing the air gracefully, looking like a grand opry dancer.

After a few moments, you begin to feel eyes on you, though, as a member of the Spades kingdom it wasn't all that of an unfamiliar feeling by now. Judgement was common among the kingdoms by now, with the death of your prior king and the Great Departure that followed it. You take their gaze and smirk under your mask almost resentfully, moving faster, and striking sooner. With a twirl to the other side, you suddenly realize why it seemed as if the stares had gotten so much more intense.

The King. The King of Hearts was staring at you. You felt your breath hitch as your face turned a bright apple red, thankful that he couldn't see it under the mask. He looked at you in such deep thought... one might even say in admiration... 'Focus (Y/N).' You continued to remind yourself, and resuming your practice despite the faltering moment. A bell rings soon after and you straighten yourself, walking up to the stairs that lead up to the stage to meet your opponent.

In front of you stood Duke Below, wearing white and aqua suit and mask. 'Ah, so he's a Duke of Diamonds then.' You snap back into focus as the ref nods and initiates the match. Suddenly, you are in position, dancing around the Duke as he forcefully attempts to jab you even as you move with ease out of the way. His fighting style, if it could even be called as such, reminded you of the young Lord Arnold's, vicious, offensive, barbaric even. Feeling the disappointment fill your chest as you realize the Duke wasn't as experienced as you would have expected, you frown, before aiming a quick strike to his chest and knocking him down with ease, winning the match easily.

After shaking the Dukes hand, you could see the anger almost radiating off of him, stomping his way down the steps and throwing his mask down with a clash. You shake your head, almost embarrassed at the man's behavior, sighing and shaking your head before stepping off the stage and setting your weapon and mask down to get some rest. Though you don't get much time to rest before suddenly a servant of the Hearts is running up to you with a cup of water.

"The King requested you drink some water after such a match, he is very impressed by your skill. You will also be staying on this stage for the rest of the tournament, so long as you aren't disqualified, also at the King's request" The servant curtsies and hands the water as they speak and your eyes widen, almost left without words, simply nodding at the servant before they leave. You chug the water before setting the cup down and looking back to the Royals, finding the King's gaze on you yet again.

Clumsily, you bow attempting to show the King your thanks before nearly tripping over your own to feet. Looking up quickly to try and apologize, at least as best you could from so far away, you were surprised to find the kind chuckling at your actions, with a seemingly genuine smile. Such a smile even graced your face as you looked up to the King, shaking your head before rushing to get your gear back on as the second rounds are announced.

This time you were put against Lord Braxter, dressed in red and white gear that showed off his alliance to the Kingdom of Hearts. Similar to the first round, you played primarily defense, though unlike the Duke, Lord Braxter was careful, calculated even with his movement. You grinned under your mask as you moved quicker, looking for any opening you could find. In a moment he switching from his piercing moves to attempt to slash your shoulder, forcing you to slide to the other side, moving to stand behind him. In a moment, your sword had pierced the back of his clothing, pride filling you at such a genius move in the moment.

Yet again, you were declared the winner, shaking the Lord's hands as he thanked you for a good fight, but this time as you went to go take your break, you already found a cup of water waiting for you, smiling at it. Though you also noticed a small note next to it, examining the slightly rough handwriting before reading it.

Hello, Mx. (L/N) I just wanted to let you know I am very impressed by your skill and grace in these duels. Truly, your strategy and thinking is just such a delightful sight - Darling, King of Hearts

You almost spit out your water as you read the note, unable to hide your shock. Your face turned that same bright red again before you spun your head to face the royals. Though you didn't find any gaze on you this time, thankful that they wouldn't have seen your shock or red face. Sighing through your nose you thank the spirits before looking around you. Surprised, you see that you had already reached the last four, and that the young lord, Arnold, had also made it.

You smiled for a moment, before it fell seeing his prideful grin. You could tell his hubris was beginning to take over, fearing what might result from it. Suddenly, he was walking towards your stage. It took a moment, but you soon realized he was to be your next opponent. You nodded to him but he simply walked past you without so much as a glance, still grinning. The same disgust from earlier began to rise up, yet you kept your face cold and emotionless. You solemnly put your mask on, tightening it as you pick up the sword, feeling the coolness of the handle through your gloves as you walk up the steps yet again, meeting the young lord's stance. 'I have to keep him from winning' His pride could not be shown by a loss to anyone but a fellow Spade, you wouldn't let Lady Ebony's plans all fail because of an immature child like Arnold.

You could feel the eyes of everyone boring into you and Arnold as the duel was signaled to begin, seeing the King's intense gaze back on you from the corner of your eye. This time, you went on the offense, dancing around Arnold as he swung wildly, yet powerfully at you. He couldn't seem to land a hit as you would simply dance out of the way each time he attempted a strike. You could feel the anger boil up in your heart as you realized this was how he had won all of his other matches. By fighting like a child, with no grace or beauty to be seen in it. You were seeing red. All you could feel was the burn of your muscles as you kept dancing around the young man, playing with him like cat does a mouse. Just like he did with all of his other opponents. You could see him getting weary, slowing down and making weaker strikes.

Suddenly, there was a gasp among the crowd. Arnold was on the ground, several yards away. You struck him. Hard. You almost felt guilty, but it faded soon when you remembered how he treated everybody else. You held your chin up in victory as you walked softly to the center of the stage, watching Arnold clutch his abdomen where his clothing was slightly ripped. He limped over to you as he shook your hand. You could feel his intense glare and embarrassment as he looked at you through the mask. Though above the noise of the audience, a loud clapping could be heard as you walked off the stage. Turning around, you saw the King of Hearts clapping to your victory.

Your heart soared at his approval, feeling your face move to be a large grin. As you move down you find yet another full cup of water, but no note or servant this time, almost grateful for no more surprises. You chugged the water quickly, thankful for the cool relief it brought as your muscles ached and burned. You could hear Arnold's voice complaining, indignant to his lost against his own night and shook your head. You would've gone to talk to him about it, but you knew Lady Ebony would eventually discuss the actions he should take going forward anyways. Shaking your head you look down, before jumping up as you hear a deep, monotone voice from in front of you.

"Hello there, Mx. Hedrick." You look up, absolutely flabbergasted as you see the King of Hearts in front of you. Talking to you. A Knight of Spades. Your brain short circuits for a moment as you mumble out stutters and the King smiles at you, chuckling at your surprise. After a moment of pure confusion, you're able to configure your words properly.

"Oh um Your Highness! May I ask why you are here?" You couldn't hide your nerves no matter how hard you tried, your voice was too loud, too unnatural. You felt internal embarrassment and cursed yourself for being so strange around the King. Thankfully though, he didn't seem to mind.

"Well, what kind of host would I be if I didn't personally congratulate the winner, my dear?" Your brain officially stopped working at that point. Winner? There was supposed to be one more match, you were sure of it. It seemed the King noticed your confusion and elaborated quickly. "The other two were forced to come to a draw as one was cut past their protection and the other seems to have broken their leg." Your eyes widened. At a loss for words you simply nodded at the King. He chuckled, his usual monotone, adorable chuckle. You could feel your face heat up at his chuckle, looking down to try and hide it, thanking him for his congratulations.

"T-Thank you, your Highness, I appreciate your thought" He looked down at you and kneeled to meet your height, surprising you as you realized he was doing this in front of everyone. Suddenly, the trophy was in your hands and you smiled, thanking him again before setting it down next to you. "The Spades appreciate you being such a delightful host" You bowed as best as you could from you sitting position. Wally grabbed your hand gently, kissing it and making your face light up on fire.

"Your welcome M'lady." You felt yourself internally die at his words, not believing he would treat a simple night as such. Much less one from the Spade's Kingdom. Just as quickly as he came to you, he left leaving you with a trophy, and a face redder than the most delicious apples of the Heart's Kingdom.

"A King... Just kissed me..." You stared out into the distance, absolutely astonished at the day's events.

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #welcomehomeau #royalty au #wh royalty au #royalty au wally darling

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the-broken-truth · 3 months

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Shattered Fragments [1] - [Papa Crewel] [Big Brother Sam] [Enma Yuuken/Male Yuu]

Summary: After an accident at Night Raven Campus, the Prefect of Ramshackle, Enma Yuuken, is left severely injured and in a coma. Crewel and Sam decide to take matters into their own hands and protect Yuuken from danger. When Yuuken wakes up, he has lost his memory, and Crewel and Sam make a vow to help him regain it, but with a few modifications.

An Accident.

Those were the words Crowley used to describe what happened when Crewel arrived at the scene after hearing what happened when he stopped some First-Year Students running through the hall of Night Raven College; they seemed panicked and Crewel asked them what had happened. The words they spoke caused Crewel's blood to run cold and his eyes to widen before he bolted out of his classroom with fear grasping his heart like a rodent in the claws of a lion.

What were the words that caused him such panic and fear?

"Prefect Yuuken fell out of the window and hit his head on the ground; he's not moving!"

Crewel arrived at the scene and looked around to gather information. The second-floor window was shattered, with glass shards scattered all over the courtyard ground. A large pool of fresh blood stained the ground, indicating that the body of the Ramshackle Prefect had been taken to the infirmary. All the First-Years were present and asking questions among each other to figure out what had happened. The Dorm Wardens and Vice Dorm Wardens were questioning the First-Years who were present at the time of the accident, but they were not satisfied with the information they were getting. Surprisingly, Headmaster Crowley was there and speaking with the Dorm Wardens of Savanaclaw and Diasomnia, Leona Kingscholar and Malleus Draconia.

"Crowley!" Crewel barked as he marched over to the Headmaster, getting his attention and the attention of the two Dorm Wardens. "What happened here?! What happened to the Prefect?!"

"Calm down, Crewel. It was just an accident." Crowley tried to speak to Crewel in a calming voice but that only set Crewel off even more; he was sick of Crowley's Nonchalant Attitude when it came to the safety and well-being of Prefect Yuuken, but this was the worst injury Yuuken sustained since arriving at Night Raven College; that boy possessed not a single ounce of magic within him but Crowley was constantly throwing him at every single problem that arose to act as a shield for Night Raven.

"Crowley, I am not in the mood for your nonchalant attitude! I want you to tell me what the hell happened to the Prefect, now!" Crewel roared at Crowley, making the Headmaster take a step back; never before had Crowley seen this much anger from Crewel. It was rather scary.

That was when Deuce Spade of Heartslabyul walked over to Crewel, gaining the Potion Teacher's attention as the blue-haired boy looked at Leona and Malleus with a glare before looking at Crewel.

"Professor Crewel, I saw everything that happened." Deuce pointed at Leona and Malleus while keeping eye contact with Crewel, "Those two pushed Yuuken out of the window."

"What do you mean they pushed him out of the window? What happened?" Crewel asked with his teeth locked like snarling fangs.

"Yuuken, Ace, and I were leaving class when Leona and Malleus started arguing. Yuuken tried to intervene and calm things down, but the argument kept escalating. Yuuken tried to push them apart, but they pushed him away with too much force, causing him to crash through the window. They didn't even stop arguing until Yuuken hit the ground, which scared Kalim and Jamil. I looked out the window and saw that Yuuken had passed out and was bleeding from his head. Jack took Yuuken to the Infirmary a little while ago." Deuce explained.

Crewel looked pissed.

His fists were balled and he was shaking with rage. He glared at Crowley, Leona, and Malleus as the Dorm Warden of Diasomnia walked over to the Potion Teacher.

"Professor Crewel, I wish to sincerely for angering you and..." Malleus was silenced by Crewel's Hand in his face.

"Don't. Another. Word." Crewel growled as he turned on his heel and started marching away from the group and started down the path toward the building's infirmary; the menacing aura around him caused the students to part away from the warpath the Professor was on.

[Moments Later - The Infirmary: Yuuken's Section]

"I managed to stop the bleeding and stitch the wound, but upon proper examination, there is a high probability that Prefect Yuuken will suffer from traumatic brain injury and could experience memory loss to a certain degree; whether it is minor or major will not be known until he wakes up. Currently, he is in a comatose state but he is stable." The Nurse explained as he read from Yuuken's Medical Chart.

Crewel stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at the unconscious Prefect of Ramshackle with sadness swimming in his silver eyes, eyes shining with unshed tears as he looked at the body of the 16-year-old boy he considered to be his son.

Enma Yuuken was an incredibly responsible first-year student. He was always taking notes in class and recording sessions with the permission of the teachers to ensure he didn't miss anything important. His work was consistently exceptional, and his potions were always professionally made. It's not surprising, considering that Yuuken and Crewel would have private lessons to learn more about ingredients or new potions. Despite not being from Twisted Wonderland, Yuuken was preparing himself for the possibility of not returning home and was ensuring that he was adequately prepared to have a career in Twisted Wonderland.

Crewel's fondest memory wasn't during class or private lessons; it was on Father's Day. Crewel was chatting with Mozus Trein, the history teacher, while Trein held his black and white cat. Trein was telling Crewel about the gifts his daughters had given him when Yuuken appeared with a box in hand. Yuuken presented it to Crewel, who was confused and asked what it was for. Yuuken explained that it was his Father's Day gift to Crewel, surprising both Crewel and Trein. Even Lucius, the cat, seemed surprised. The box contained six strawberry cheesecake muffins, which Yuuken had baked himself. Yuuken had promised to let Crewel try some of his desserts after a study lesson, and this was his way of saying thank you for being a parental figure to him. Yuuken wished both men a happy Father's Day, bowed his head, and left.

Trein looked at Crewel's expression before chuckling, "If he wasn't so attached to you, I would have made him my son; but I can settle for being the Grandfather.".

Crewel was pulled from his thoughts when the door burst open and Crewel along with the Nurse turned to look in the direction of the door, coming face to face with a panicked Sam and Grim, who was in Sam's arms.

Sam was The proprietor of Mr. S's Mystery Shop, a school store on campus. Yuuken was one of Sam's Best Customers and one of Sa's Best Friends; they were so close that Sam would often call Yuuken his 'Little Brother'. Yuuken would often go to the shop, not only to purchase goods and food, but he would also spend time with Sam or just help him with the shop when he was free and wasn't swarmed with responsibilities from Crowley or schoolwork. Sam cared for Yuuken and would often give him discounts or give him free stuff that he wasn't going to use.

"How is he?!" Sam panicked as he walked into the room, sweat dripping from his face and his pupils jumping in pools of magenta he called his eyes. Sam walked over to the bed and stared down at Yuuken's still body as Grim jumped out of his arms and landed on the bed before getting close to Yuuken's face, snuggling under his chin, and laying his body down with tears flowing from his sapphire blue eyes.

"He's is stable, but there is a high possibility that Yuuken will suffer from some kind of brain damage; he could lose his memory but we aren't sure how much his memory will be affected." The Nurse said before looking back at the group, dismissing himself and walking towards the door, but he was stopped when Crewel called out to him.

"Do not allow anyone else into this room; none of the students, not even the Headmaster. My Pup needs his rest." Crewel called out, The Nurse nodded, took his leave, and stood outside of the door.

"'Your Pup'?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

Crewel exhaled and placed a gentle hand on Yuuken's forehead, his gloved fingertips running along the bandages wrapped around Yuuken's head.

"I know I've called my students 'puppies' because I saw them as little pups with no guidance in the world, but I've never had a pup of my own; none of them felt like my own. Until I met Yuuken. He was the only one I felt like I wanted to protect, to guide and give him a better chance in this world; even if he ended up leaving me in the end. He was the only one who sat and listened to me, who gifted me with a gift on Father's Day because he saw me as his parental figure. This is my pup. My son. That will never change." Crewel said.

"I understand... Yuuken is more than a customer to me; he's more like the little brother I never had. I know I have my shadows to keep me company...but there is something about him that makes me happy to see him. To see him like this... Darn... I'm trying to keep calm." Sam said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Ngh..."

Crewel and Sam looked over at Yuuken's face to see his black eyes open and looking around, as if trying to understand where he was before he looked at Crewel and Sam with a weak gaze.

"Pup. Keep still. You hit your head rather hard." Crewel said.

"Pup?" Yuuken asked in a weak voice before blinking slowly, "Is... Is that my name?"

"Your Name?" Sam asked before he and Crewel looked at each other before looking at Yuuken, "No, your name is not Pup, that's just a nickname. Your name is Yuuken, Enma Yuuken."

"Where am I?" Yuuken asked in a weak voice.

"You're in the Infirmary Wing at Night Raven College." Crewel answered.

"And... Who are you two? You both look...familiar." Yuuken questioned as if trying to recall who these people were before him.

Crewel and Sam looked at each other again as if they were having a silent conversation; they held their gaze for a few seconds before turning back to Yuuken with tender smiles on their faces. Crewel placed a tender hand on Yuuken's forehead while Sam grabbed Yuuken's hand tenderly.

"I am Divus Crewel, Night Raven's Potion Teacher. I am your teacher, but I am also your Father." Crewel spoke in a low voice.

"F...Father?" Yuuken asked.

"Yes, Pup. I am your Father." Crewel nodded.

"And I am Sam, owner of Mr. S's Mystery Shop, and I'm your Big Brother." Sam smiled at Yuuken.

"Brother?" Yuuken asked before looking at Crewel, "Father? Father and Brother... Here for me?"

"Yes, Pup. We are here to make you feel better." Crewel smiled.

"And we are going to make sure no one ever hurts you gain, Little Brother; we're gonna protect you." Sam said.

Yuuken looked between the two of them and smiled weakly.

His Father and His Brother.

They were there for him.

They were going to make him feel better.

They were going to protect him.

[END]

#twisted wonderland #divus crewel #twst sam #papa crewel #enma yuuken #yuu loses his memory #big brother sam

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loosesodamarble · 5 months

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Hello, I was the one who requested a few Nacht head canons that you wrote recently. I loved them so I'm here with one more request. It's a very long one so you can ignore it or take as much time as you want. So here it goes: How would the magic knight squads react if they find out one of their members has a crush on Nacht? How would things play out after that.

Oh my! Welcome back then, Anon! Glad you enjoyed them, despite their timing.

….......

Black Bulls

Everyone would have to pause and go "our Nacht Faust?"

And you'd have to confirm "yes, our Nacht Faust. As if there are any others."

Half the squad would bust out in hysterics.

The other half would be dead silent from shock.

Remember, Nacht's first impression with several members was... poor. To say the least. So hearing that you liked Nacht was an experience for everyone.

Asta and Yami are the first ones to cheer you and Nacht on though.

Followed by the likes of Noelle, Henry ("Henry, don't change the floor plans so their room are together. HENRY WAIT!"), Grey, and Gordon.

Vanessa and Finral would be down to set you and Nacht up on a date. And they'd throw in a makeover free of charge!

Gimodelo and the other devils are very excited to see Nacht get all romantic. They just want their master to be happy!

Don't be surprised if the Bulls start calling you to dinner later than the rest of them and doing the same to Nacht so you both are force to sit with each other at the only empty seats.

And there would be other schemes to keep you two in close proximity.

Really, the whole squad just wants to support their squadmates and friends in the very normal endeavor of starting a relationship.

Golden Dawn

William does his best to show a polite amount of interest in your crush. After Nacht's key role in the Spade Invasion, William feels he owes a debt to that man.

And William thinks that he can repay the debt by setting Nacht up with you since you've taken an interest in him.

At best, William offers you opportunities to visit in the Black Bulls' base (delivering paperwork or parcels) if you want to see Nacht in person.

David is the nosiest of the squad and will ask all the details. How you first met Nacht, when you started liking him, do you plan on confessing, etc.

You might start hanging around Yuno if you weren't already close with him. You know, to ask about Nacht's appearances at any vice captain meetings.

Blue Rose Knights

SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP!

The ladies of the Blue Rose Knights are going to have your back if they find out about your crush on Nacht.

First Charlotte is blushing over Yami and now you for Nacht? It's like the squads are destined for something greater together!

The other squad members will insist that you and Charlotte have a double date with Nacht and Yami. Let your loves bloom together~!

It actually works out relatively well.

You keep Charlotte from panicking around Yami and in turn, Charlotte gives you plenty of openings to initiate conversation with Nacht.

And don't worry. Charlotte will shut down any egregious meddling from the squad.

Like say, locking you and Nacht in a closet without your grimoires so Nacht can't just shadow out of there.

Puli, the brains behind Operation Get the Devil (Host)'s Heart, is going to contrive of a lot of ridiculous scenarios though... Good luck.

Crimson Lion Kings

Nacht puts Fuegoleon on edge. His practices and demeanor aren't ideal in Fuegoleon's eyes but as a loyal Knight of Clover, Nacht is at least decent.

Fuegoleon warmly encourages you in pursuing Nacht. But he also warns you not to get too distracted.

"I don't have any romantic experiences to speak of but adding to your personal life is sure to give you more to fight for as a Knight."

It's just a nice way of saying that getting a boyfriend might improve your morale for work.../lh

Leopold doesn't know Nacht at all but he'd very willing to be your wingman by dragging you along to the Bulls' base when he goes to visit Asta.

I'm sure if you asked, Randall might bring your name up at a vice captain meeting and gauge Nacht's response.

Don't let Mereoleona catch you waffling on your feeling for too long. If she thinks you're being coward about your crush, then her hand might be forced and you'll find yourself doing volcano training alongside Nacht.

I say not in the sense that Mereo has an interest in romance, let alone others' romances, but I honestly think she'd get pissed off to know that a member of the Crimson Lions is being a coward about anything.

Other members of the squad would generally support you and urge you to do your best with getting Nacht's attention.

Silver Eagles

To me, the Silver Eagles are a squad wherein the members largely keep to themselves. It's mostly polite conversation with a bit of gossip from the noble circles.

Most of the Silver Eagles wouldn't pay much attention to your love life, if I'm to be honest.

However, they are an elitist squad (or at least that's their vibe) and with devil possession being Forbidden Magic, some might raise a brow at your crush.

"Even if he's a vice captain, that Faust man can't be anything but trouble. Especially if he's a Bull."

If Nozel hears of your crush, he'll have mixed opinions.

His opinion of devils and devil hosts is abysmally low due to his own history but Nacht proved himself a worthy ally and so not a horrible pick.

Nozel's bad at showing it but he does wish the best for you in your romance with Nacht. You are a member of his squad after all.

Like Fuegoleon, Nozel warns you not to let your infatuation get in the way of work.

Aqua Deers

The Aqua Deer has the vibe of being some free-spirited folks. Not so much as the Green Mantises or Black Bulls, but with a captain as young as Rill, the squad has learned to be able to accept anything.

"Following the captain's example and falling hard for someone, are we?" some will joke with you.

If you can catch Rill during his free time, he two of you could have a heart-to-heart and help each other sort through your crushes.

"Love can happen so suddenly, can't it?" Rill remarks. "Like bolt of lightning or like throwing a palette at an easel! It's bold and messy and scary too! But that's what makes it so amazing, huh?"

I imagine Fragil being a bit of a romantic so she might have some advice based on a romance novel or dating advice column if you went to her. But that's just what I think of her.

Coral Peacocks

Dorothy will be poking her nose into the business of your crush. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

She's a bit of a gossip. So uh... prepare for Yami finding out via her loose lips.

In her sparse free time, Dorothy will encourage you to practice confessing to Nacht in her Glamour World.

Only to turn on you and tease you with her imaginary versions of Nacht.

This gif of Shouto form BNHA:

Dorothy creates a Nacht version of that to tease you. Good luck.

Kirsch will give you advice on how to be "beautiful" for Nacht to fall in love with you.

Green Praying Mantis

The folks in the Green Mantis squad are largely commoners. They're casual and a little wild.

So I'd imagine some of the more interested parties placing bets on how long it'll take for you to confess or maybe even betting on how you confess.

Some of the members might mention that Jack might've known Nacht in the past but going to him earns you the threat of being sliced apart (Jack being twin blind will be a sore spot for him from now on. No, this isn't relevant but I'm saying my piece.)

I dunno why but the Green Mantis squad gives off the vibes of inviting you and Nacht to a bar to let the alcohol break down your walls.

(Although if you're not a drinker of alcohol, that plan is a bust.)

The squad members would probably go out of their way to mess with the Black Bulls to get Nacht's attention for you.

Which... you might be thankful for the support or you might be horrified by their "plan."

They mean well, really.

Purple Orcas

All I can really say for the Purple Orcas is that Kaiser and her wife would be more than happy to give their insight on starting and maintaining a loving partnership.

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #black clover #black clover headcanons #nacht faust #nacht faust x reader #nacht faust headcanons #x reader

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 3 months

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Prompt: When a late night talk about the Prefect leads to a potential confession aka the one where Deuce is sad, Ace is a fool in love and the night is the perfect time to talk about certain things.

Pairing: Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst

TW: Slight spoilers for Diasomnia's book, Deuce being a sad boi :(

Moonlight streams in through the window, casting a soft glow over the foot of his bed as Ace watches it dully, unable to sleep. The boy has tried everything, from drinking a warm glass of milk to counting imaginary sheep, but he remains awake, eyes not yet tired and mind not ready to rest.

He listens to his roommates sleep soundly in bed, feeling particularly envious of the one who snores away without a care in the world. Silence hangs in the room like an overprotective mother, occasionally broken by a ruffle of sheets or some mumbling.

In the silence of the night, the ginger hears a frustrated sigh, a very familiar one at that. Bedsheets and blankets rustle harshly for quite some time before stopping, and Ace cannot contain his curiosity anymore. He turns, eyes falling on the bluenette who occupies the bed beside him.

Deuce sits up on the bed, slightly hunched over. His blankets pool around his waist as he runs a hand through his hair. Ace watches him grip his blue locks tightly before letting go with a sigh, dragging a hand over his face.

"Something botherin' you Deucey?" Ace asks, voice soft as it carries to the only other boy awake in the dorm. Deuce flinches at the question, turning his head towards him in surprise.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" He grimaces, careful to not speak too loudly. Ace shakes his head as he too sits up in bed, leaning forwards to continue looking Deuce in the eye.

"I couldn't sleep," he admits casually, hands busying themselves with the soft fabric of his blanket. "What's wrong?" He asks again, watching carefully as Deuce's face becomes more guarded, more... unsure.

"It's nothing," he mumbles, and Ace snorts.

"Can't be nothing if it's keeping you awake after your track team practice today. Cmon, we're friends. You can tell me if somethings bothering you."

Ace hopes that Deuce doesn't notice how he almost hesitates before calling them friends. They are friends, there is no doubt about that. They've been in far too many life-or-death situations and Ace enjoys teasing him far too much to not be friends.

(But Sevens, if it were up to him, they would be so much more than just 'friends'.)

Deuce remains silent. It isn't an awkward silence by any means, just a contemplative one, and Ace knows when to keep his mouth shut and let the other think.

"It's stupid," he says finally, turning around to look at the wall as if something truly interesting suddenly spawned over on the red wallpaper.

Ace hates the distance the other is trying to put between them. It reminds him too much of a certain Magicam obsessed upperclassman and his dynamic with their ever kind and understanding vice-housewarden. Ace hates emotional walls being put up.

Luckily, he has all the grace and shamelessness of a wrecking ball when it comes to such walls.

A shiver runs up his spine as he places his bare feet on the cold floor, quickly making his way over to Deuce's bed. He earns an incredulous look for his troubles, which he ignores as he wraps his blanket around his shoulders like a cape and asks, "What's up Deuce?"

After some thinking, he adds, "Look, I may not be as perceptive or helpful as the Prefect, but I'm still a good listener, you know. You can talk to me." A lazy smirk tugs on his lips as he leans backs on his elbows, lounging on the bed as though it's his. "I'll be extra nice this time, and I won't tell anything about whatever you tell me tonight to anyone. I promise."

"Go back to bed Ace."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Seriously..." Deuce lets out a long-suffering sigh, leaning his head back against the headboard.

"I'm thinking about the Prefect, okay?"

Ace blinks, a feeling of dread swirling in his stomach as he asks, "What about them? You got a crush on 'em or something?"

Deuce's cheeks color red at his words. "No–!" He yells out, slapping a hand on his mouth immediately afterwards. Both the boys still for a few moments, holding their breaths as they check if Deuce's loud refusal woke anyone else.

Once they feel like they are in the clear, Deuce lets his hand fall to his side, sheepishly continuing, "I don't have a crush on them."

Relief makes its way to Ace's chest and warms him as he sits up straighter. He nudges the other with his foot. "Then what kind of thoughts about them are keeping you up?"

"I..." the slightly lost and nervous look returns to Deuce's face. "Well... it's about their mirror... and that Mickey dude..."

Ace nods slowly as he speaks. "What about it?"

"I just..." Frustration has the blue-haired boy looking down, hands balling into fists. "We might have found a way to get them home. And I want to help them get home but... I don't want them to go either."

Ace tilts his head, wordlessly telling him to keep talking.

"I.. they were the first person to believe in me, that I could do something. Be something. And they've been such a huge help, not just to me but to everyone else. And I just.... I feel like we haven't done anything to repay them, to deserve their kindness," Deuce spills, shuddering as the heavy truth he had been mulling over the entire day now lays bare in front of Ace.

Warm hands find his and Deuce flinches, looking up at Ace with surprise in his eyes. Ace keeps his gaze down at their intertwined hands, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the other's in a soothing manner.

"You know they don't think of their kindness as something to be repaid," he reminds the older freshman. The cover of night and absence of lights disguises the heavy blush that sets on his cheeks.

Deuce frowns, "That doesn't mean we continue to take advantage of them," he argues.

"You're right. But there's only so much you or I can do to keep them safe and sound. And what about when we aren't there? You remember Jamil senpai's overblot, right?" Ace's voice is uncharacteristically soft and kind. Deuce deflates at his words, listening to him silently.

"All we can do is try to be there for them. And if there is a way to possibly send them home, find it and help them get home," Ace says, hoping to employ some of Trey's big brotherly vibes.

"Doesn't mean I have to feel happy about it," Deuce mumbles, and Ace smiles in fond amusement. "It doesn't," he agrees, moving slightly to sit right next to the other, "but if it's any help, you can always talk to me about this. Out of all our friends, I think I'd be able to understand you the best."

Deuce lets out a tired sigh, placing his head on Ace's shoulder and making the redhead freeze out of surprise. "I guess."

After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "When did you start giving good advice?"

Ace pouts in mock indignation. "Excuse you, I always give good advice."

"Not without a heavy layer of snark."

"I– Maybe... But that's my way of showing love and concern!"

A sleepy chuckle leaves the blue haired boy. "Mm, sure, I love you too," he says, voice tinged with tiredness. He doesn't feel how Ace sucks in a harsh breath, turning his head so fast he almost gave himself a whiplash to stare incredulously at him. Deuce doesn't hear the soft "What the fuck" that falls from Ace's lips as sleep takes over.

Silence takes hold of the room again, the moon and stars watching as a boy panics in his crush's bed about potentially being confessed to.

#ice writes #twst writing #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #ace twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ace #ace trappola #ace #deuce spade #deuce twisted wonderland #twst deuce #twisted wonderland deuce #deuce #twst adeuce #adeuce #ace x deuce #deuce x ace

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courtingchaos · 11 months

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7:29

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

Sister piece to Shared Inflicted Pain and Vulnerable

Warnings: Gun Play. Read that again, gun play. Sex, threats of bodily harm, descriptions of violence, boy howdy I went wild in this one.

A/N: I had some prime time headcannoning happening with @dr-aculaaa and @trashmouth-richie and a lot of it bled into this and THIS ISN’T EVEN THE WIP WE WERE GOING ON ABOUT.

Cars rumble up the driveway slowly. The snow falls silently across the open garage door. You’ve been standing there watching long enough that a small drift has started forming around the soles of your boots. The cold burns your face like normal but your eyes especially today. A late night staring at your phone and waiting for a text that didn’t come until sunrise.

Out. Sent and read at 7:29 AM.

You aren’t checking up on him and he doesn’t feel obligated to tell you shit but there it stands.

Out. 7:29 AM.

The only person who’s given you any kind of space or grace is Ty and that’s only because he’s actually seen you this morning. Normally either squirreled away in the crawl space or huddled up in your tight corner, the fact that you’ve stood watch for three hours makes him worry. No quips and no sarcasm. No half lidded stare or unsettled long looks. Just that concentration creasing your brows and turning down your mouth, wide eyes staring into the frozen white yard. Ty had tried to give you a coffee, steaming in the cold, with about half the pint of cream in there like you normally do but you’d just shaken your head once. Didn’t even turn to look at him when you said no thank you. An actual ‘no, thank you Ty’, which is why he’s in your fathers office telling him about you being a gargoyle this morning.

“She has’t yelled at Donny or anyone. At all.” He tells him earnestly.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Normally I’d say yes but…somethin’ feels off about her.”

“Everything’s off about her.”

You don’t move when the trucks stop and the men pile out. Three elder brothers looking worse for wear and ten sheriffs officers pulling out three big gunnysacks. You watch them passively, eyes flicking between doors opening and closing. Someone snaps a tailgate shut and you shake your hand out of your coat pocket to check your watch.

9:47 AM.

Out. 7:29 AM.

Finally you see Roy’s big figure fold out of a driver seat. He leans in and pulls out his hat, gives it a dusting before settling it on his head just right. He’s making measured moves, delaying the walk inside to talk to your father and brothers. You watch him debate on a cigarette, tapping the carton once and then pausing before pushing the single smoke back in. Tosses the box back into the cab of the truck and gently closes the door. He locks it over his shoulder when he starts his slow walk up to the garage.

“Where is he?” You ask.

“Working.” He replies.

You don’t meet eyes. He doesn’t stop. You keep standing watch and Roy goes in to talk to your family about the things he misjudged.

It’s after 11 AM now and your fathers office is too full. You and four dipshits and Roy and two sheriffs. Neither are Gator, and Roy seems unfazed by that. You stand off to the side, always out of the way just in case, and you listen to Roy get loud. It’s your fathers turn and then your brothers kick off and very suddenly there’s a vice grip on your bicep. It yanks you forward and makes you lurch off balance. The big spade of a hand wraps tighter when it drags you in front of your fathers desk and everyone stops moving.

“You see this?” Roy shakes you once. “This is fuckin’ collateral. The only thing that works around here is about to get taken away if you don’t explain just what in the blue fuck happened out there.”

You can’t help the genuine surprise that crosses your face. You won’t shake and you won’t whine but you do flash your wide eyes up at Roy. He towers over you and your family now. He’s lowered his voice, no longer yelling just making his point clear. His hand tightens further around your arm and the small gasp you let out goes unnoticed by the men in the room.

“Now the rest of the boys are gonna be up here in about five minutes. You’ve got that long to walk your ass out to your garage so you can explain to me why I wasn’t able to get in.” Roy continues to stare your father down and starts counting out loud after a few seconds when no one seems to understand his threat. It kicks everyone into movement and the office clears before Roy or you make a sound.

“This is just business sweetheart.” He still pulls you along but at least you have your footing again.

One of the clocks in the shop reads 11:30 AM so you’ve only been collateral for less than an hour. Roy keeps you close and you wonder if he’s just waiting for Gator to show up before he pulls a firearm. You think Roy’s the type to make him do that kind of thing, mean son of a bitch that he is. He knows you two circle each other like predators fighting for territory and maybe he wants to see his boy win. You hold no ideas that Roy would know anything about Gator and his midnight promises.

“Now you know something Mr. Williams, I do believe we’re both being taken for a ride.”

“You don’t say.” Your father mutters, both men bent over the hood of a car examining a stack of blueprints. The yelling hadn’t continued past the office but Roy did keep you in his grip. It’s loosened enough that you can turn to watch the final truck make its way up the long drive.

All four doors open and the last of his crew crawl out. You can see those brunette locks bobbing around behind the bed of the truck, all mussed up from him running his hands through it probably. It isn’t until he finally makes the corner, heading for the garage that you see his face clearly.

Squinting in the morning light, his right eye is turning purple. There’s a smear of dried blood on his cheek from his nose. Lip split and swollen and there’s a weird tightening of your chest. He’s obviously fine, still walking on two feet and still breathing but you can’t stop staring.

Roy noticed your turned head and glances over his shoulder to take in Gators appearance. “Tillman, good of you to join us.” He lets your arm go finally. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one?”

The turn of Gator’s head to look at you seems like a lot of effort. There’s a wince under the guise of calmness and you wonder what the rest of his body looks like under his heavy coat. You don’t want to catch his eye out here, don’t want to share a look or a sneer in case it gets weaponized.

“Why?” He asks bluntly and stares at the side of his bosses head.

“Well son, I got a point and a call to make and she’s the lynchpin keepin’ this garage on track today.” Roy gives the two of you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and nods down at Gator’s right thigh. “Do what you’re good at.”

The pause in Gator’s movement is palpable. You notice it, your father and Roy notice it. A slight jerk of his head while he stares his boss down and Roy just raises his eyebrows, asking for confrontation with that same dead smile.

Gator sighs heavy before unclipping the gun and racking the slide, an unnecessary movement so you know he’s buying time. He shifts it into his left hand and presses the muzzle slowly against the back of your head.

Everything goes quiet. It’s a familiar feeling but not welcome, not like the other night. The clearing hadn’t felt this way, not with the cold in your lungs and your neck hot from his mouth.

He wordlessly hands it to you, cold metal heavy in your palm as he points off into the distance at a thick trunk of pine.

You know how to shoot but this is special. It’s his gun that he uses for all the shit Roy asks him to do. It might just be a Glock, but it’s his Glock and that means something in the grand scheme of you two.

“Have you ever had a gun pointed at you?” You shift your shoulders around while you find a comfortable stance.

“‘Course I have.” He scoffs behind you.

“What’d it feel like?” You relax your shoulders and take a deep breath, finger flexing on the trigger. On your exhale you fire and he’s walking up behind you to slide his good hand down your arm. He works that gloved hand into your grip and pulls back slowly. His face on your right side, breathing hot against your ear while he draws the muzzle up on your left. He keeps your hand trapped under his as he gently prods your temple. Even through your beanie you can feel the heat of the gun and you swallow. Even through all your layers he can see your breathing get shallow, his own speeding to keep up. The big clouds puffing out of the two of you dissipate slowly but he can still see you lick your bottom lip before you worry at it.

“Kinda like this.” He whispers against your ear.

Roy makes his phone call and comes back all smiles, genuine this time. He claps your father on the shoulder and the man still seems unfazed. When he turns to Gator and cuts his hand across his neck, clicking at him to put the gun down, there is no pause that time. It’s holstered and safetied without a second glance and your ears ring. You almost feel like you’ve been watching the last eight minutes from outside the garage, not fully inhabiting your body or space.

The danger with Gator is something you normally look forward to. A pressure release that helped clear your head. This was nothing like that, a moment between you two brought on by external forces. You’re starting to understand that feeling you had earlier, the one that’d squeezed your ribcage tight.

“Dad.” You feel like you might be back in your body now even though your voice sounds a mile away. Quiet and shaky you need to get your fathers attention to ask if you can leave. You need him to nod at you and tell you to get the hell out of dodge.

There’s a heavy heat at your back but you won’t turn around and acknowledge Gator. Not right now.

“Father.” Said a little more firmly, the wobble gone from your voice after you take a deep breath. It gets his attention and the look he gives you has a hint of worry around the edges. “Can I leave?”

Your father nods at you and before he can open his mouth to tell you yes you turn on your heel and make for the house.

You thought you’d heard someone walk upstairs while you were busy steaming yourself in the shower. Laid out across your bed is Gator, legs bent over the footboard. He’s obviously awake, heels of his palms digging into his eye sockets and it makes his arms flex in his tight undershirt.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” You stand in the doorway toweling your hair. His coat and button up are tossed over his boots in the corner with his holster hung off the back of your desk chair.

“Too much noise.” His lips barely move. Still pressing his hands into his eyes, you can see the pressure on his forming bruise.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” You say, throwing the towel in the pile of laundry by the door. He just grunts. “Thought that was my job.”

He drops his hands and looks down his nose at you. You watch him breathe heavy for a minute before he stares back up at the ceiling on a big exhale. “You doin’ okay?” He’s asks quietly.

“You goin’ soft?” You’re quick to call him out on his bullshit.

That makes him growl while he hefts himself up to sitting. His knuckles, bruised and split, grip the edge of your mattress. “I ain’t soft god damnit. You spun outta there after that fuckin’ asshole-“ He cuts himself off. Looks to the side and stares holes into your bookshelf while you stare holes into the side of his head.

“Oh don’t tell me you care Gator.” You scoff, trying to ignore that tight feeling in your chest again.

“I said I wouldn’t.” He rolls his tongue over his bottom lip a few times before he stands slow. “I told you he couldn’t make me.”

You shrug and tuck your hands under your arms. “Well you didn’t, so let it go.” Neither of you had brought up the ride again. You fully expected him to ignore it or pretend it never happened. Now though he stares heavy at you from your bed, his eyes roaming over the arm that Roy had grasped so lovingly.

“I was wondering if he left a mark on you.” He points a finger, bouncing it toward your arm. The bruise peaks out from under your t-shirt sleeve.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You ask lowly, jutting your chin forward. You slide your hands from your middle into your sweats pockets so he can’t see you picking at the side of your thumbs, your nervous habit brought on by his judgement. He finally looks you in the eye when he starts his walk across the small bedroom. You don’t move until his chest is pressed against yours and makes you step back. He grabs the door over your shoulder and throws it shut so he can crowd you against it.

“Only I get to do that.” He stares down at you.

“So you just get to make up rules about me?” You stare right back at him from under hooded eyes. This is the kind of thing that makes your heart race in a good way. He could pull his gun on you right now and you’d be all smiles. Probably even laugh when he’d press it up under your chin. He wouldn’t shoot you though, that’s the whole point. What everyone seems to miss.

“Yes. You told me so.” He says simply and drags his hand over your shoulder and down your arm till his grip covers the bruise. His fingers dig into the sensitive skin while he flicks his eyes between yours.

“Then what about this?” You grab the right side of his face, thumb resting on the bruised cheekbone. You press down and watch his face scrunch up.

“That’s business.”

“So’s this.” You shake your arm under his hand. “Roy said so.”

When he leans in you expect him to bite, to give you a matching lip to his but it’s a firm press. Dry lips that you’re becoming too familiar with. He still hangs onto your arm, uses it to pull you as close as he can, his breath huffed out across your cheek. He kisses you hard while your hands find their way up his undershirt, fingers skating over hot skin until he flinches away from you.

“That business too?” You lay your hand flat on that tender spot and he lets you go. Pulls his shirt over his head collar first and walks the three steps back to the edge of your bed. He sits heavy and jerks his head to beckon you over.

You don’t follow immediately, instead watching him unbutton his pants while you step out of your sweats. You’ve never seen him fully undressed so the dog tags clinking around on his chest catch you off guard.

“What branch?” You ask, pointing at his chest when he gives you a confused look. Instead of responding, he leans forward and hooks your knee to pull you so you stagger and stand in front of him. He doesn’t give you soft touches or light fingertips, his rough palm rubbing up your unshaved thigh, splayed wide so his fingers inch under the elastic of your underwear on your hip. While he explores, you grab the clutch of metal around his neck and scan it quick before he can snatch it out of your grip.

Tillman, Gator A.

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Roman Catholic

“Catholic?” You raise your eyebrows, jingling the metal around when you catch a small oval between the two tags. He just hums disapprovingly and pulls the chain till the tags clink out of your grip. Instead of looking him in the eyes again you push a finger into a bruise forming on top of his shoulder, silently asking your question again.

“It doesn’t count if it’s business.” He looks up at you, frowning.

“Then you can’t be mad about Roy.” You don’t think you two have ever had a conversation this quiet before, even in the truck. Normally you’re too busy laughing gleefully at him while he pins you against something heavy.

“I’m mad ‘cause he used me.”

“He always uses you.”

“Not like that.” He slides his hand further up to grab your ass and pull you down to straddle his lap. “He knew what he was asking.”

He gets you out of your shirt and keeps you on him. Mouths at your chest and pulls skin between his teeth and makes you hum when he sucks a trail of muddled red down to the tops of your tits. You’ve got your fingers dug into his hair to hold him in place while you roll your hips, hoping he’ll take the hint and throw you off and onto your bed. Instead he grabs your chin, pinches it between his thumb and index finger and holds your attention.

“Just me.” He doesn’t ask. He gives you an open look like he’s waiting for you to nod your head. Instead, “What about you? M’supposed to just let that happen?” You throw your hand at his ribs and that tender spot. “We didn’t talk about you last time.” His small grip on your chin pinches harder. Gator pulls your face down so his lips brush against yours when he talks.

“I don’t let just anyone break my wrist.”

Your first laugh of the day skips across his cheek where it peters off into a breathy kind of whimper when you really think about that. The tears slowly leaking down his temples, hand cradled to his chest and the groan of pain that turned into a long groan of pleasure when he came.

“Say it then.” You challenge him with a harder press of your hand against those bruising ribs. “I’ll get the fuck up right now and leave I swear.”

“Just you.”

He heaves you off of his lap and onto your back. He yanks your underwear off and tosses them before ripping the rest of his clothes off to join them.

Just you.

Your hands dig in at his bruises, looking for a crack you can needle at. He leans into you to mouth at your shoulder before inching down to the ringed bruise and sinking his teeth in. The sensitive skin on the inside of your bicep imprints easily, his teeth sharp enough to make you gasp loudly. You try to jerk away reflexively but he hangs on, grabs your wrist to hold it down to the bed. He sucks on the thin skin once before letting go and running his tongue over the deep mark. Licks at you to sooth the sting and moves down your arm, nipping along until he hits your wrist where he runs his nose along and takes a deep breath. He catches your wide eyed stare before opening his mouth again, wedging your wrist between his teeth. It’s a slow build of pressure but you know if he bites you again like he just did, he’ll draw blood.

“Gator.”

His grip on your arm just tightens along with his teeth, a grin spreading out from behind your wrist. You want to tell him to be careful, for once in his life. The idea of a bleeding mark on your wrist giving you the first pause of your relationship until you notice a softness in his gaze. His cock is heavy against your thigh but neither of you move for friction, just waiting the other out for blood.

“Why did you text me this morning?” It slips out. He just bites down harder. “Were you trying to make me worry?”

He breaks skin and you yell, his teeth tinged pink behind his grin when he lets you go. There’s a role reversal happening when he keeps laughing at you and you keep scowling at him. His tongue sneaks out to run over the bite. He chases a small bead of red down your arm.

“I stayed up all night.”

“You’re up anyway.”

He’s not listening, or he’s being willfully ignorant. “I don’t let anyone else touch me, Gator.”

He drops his arm to his thigh but keeps yours in his grip. His jaw works back and forth like he’s chewing on his thoughts, your red still staining the inside of his lips.

“Not even the shop guys?”

You shake your head. His gaze drops to your wrist held limply in his fist and his face goes blank.

“I don’t care if you’re fucking anyone else, I just wanted…” You trail off quietly, unsure if you want to finish that thought.

“I’m not.” He sounds far away. “I don’t…really care much.”

“I find that hard to believe.” You laugh and he just scowls down at your arm. “I mean, every time you sniff me out you’ve got your hand down my fuckin’ pants.”

He’s tired and in pain. He doesn’t want to get into it. It’s easier to just lay you over a table than to explain his reasoning. It used to just be him and his anger up in his head but you’ve crept into the cracks somehow and he’s starting to think you might be able to read his thoughts. Too similar personalities skirting the borders of anger and dangling feet off the edge of sanity.

He can feel your eyes roaming, looking for a spot to dig in at and he snaps out of his deep thoughts. He crawls over you, leaving your bleeding wrist on the sheets, and hovers for a moment before dipping his head into the crook of your neck. It’s his favorite part of you, if he’s being honest and stupid. Even fresh out of a shower you still smell like you, that tang of metal and something earthy like you’ve been digging in the frozen dirt. He bites you once, a good chunk of flesh between his teeth before he lets go to move down your chest. He leaves a trail of pink tinted marks down your stomach as he makes his way between your thighs, strong fingers pushing and pulling your legs until he settles, one leg draped over his shoulders and the other one tucked up along his ribs. He keeps your hips pinned when he loops his arms around them. He lays a hand flat to help spread your lips, his tongue broad and flat when he licks a long line from your center to your clit.

You whimper, a sound he doesn’t think you’ve made around him before. He’s only ever tasted you off of his fingers and this first dip into you is rich and heady. He grunts into your parted flesh and your hands wind in his hair and pull him in closer. He takes his time because he can. In the quiet of your room he can barely make out the trucks slamming closed outside or the deep yell of Roy echoing off the trees. His phone vibrates from somewhere in the middle of the floor and it just drives him on more. Buries his nose deep in your cunt and digs his fingers into your soft thighs when you roll your hips against his face.

You make quiet sounds above him and pull on his hair and he doesn’t feel like coming up for air even when his nose starts to ache from being pressed into your skin. He won’t tell you any of this because that’d be against these silent rules you two have made up and enforced. Instead he focuses the tip of his tongue on your clit and when he uses his teeth for a moment you seize up, his name sighed out long to your ceiling.

He doesn’t give you time to refocus, just untangles himself from your legs to hitch them up on his hips before flipping you both. He rolls you on top of him, one hand flat on your lower back and the other guiding his cock through your folds. “Sit.”

No hesitation from you, just a shared groan when he stretches you and hits deep. It takes you a moment to to move again but the stuttered movement of your hips makes his eyes roll back.

“Does that feel good?”

“Fuck”

“Use your words, Gator. Does that feel good?”

He hears you fucking around with something but he can’t focus on much outside the wet heat of you. Not until he feels the cold press under his chin. “Answer me.”

His eyes snap open to find you staring down at him. You haven’t stopped moving, your tongue traces your lips and you grin. He should have known better than to leave his fucking gun within arms reach.

“Come on baby, tell me.” The tip of the gun digs into his chin and he’d be a liar for saying no. You don’t even have your finger on the trigger, laid flat along the body of it and he’s sure the safety is on. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.” That comes out a lot lighter than he meant.

“Just you and me.” Your eyes shine in the light filtering in, pupils blown wide while you ride him. You look crazy and you look tangled, your hair a wild halo around your head. He wants to look down and watch himself sink into you but you push his chin up roughly when he tries. With his head shoved back into the pillow, you lean on his chest and speed up and he’s violently reminded of the last time you did this, his newly healed wrist flinching away from you momentarily.

“Afraid I’m gonna break it again?”

“You’ve got a f-fuckin’ gun to mmm fuuuck-to my head, you tell me.” Saying it out loud makes his stomach clench, the fast pool of heat rushing when you grind down hard on him. The press against his chin falters for just a moment and he takes that second roll you over, back where he should have left you. Somewhere in the background noise his gun clatters on the hardwood and he pins you to the mattress. Drives into you fast and hard, his hand finding itself around your throat. The unhinged laugh you let out makes him feel crazy and the tether of his orgasm snaps taut.

Through the white noise he can hear you talking, can feel your hands sliding down his arm to hold his hand still against you while he fills you.

“Good boy.”

He shudders and shakes his head, releasing you when he hears your breathing get thin.

“Just me, yeah?”

He’s tired and in pain and he nods. Hazy thoughts swirl, brought on by your quiet praise and more than 24 hours of being awake.

“Stay here, okay?”

He feels heavy and tired and stupid. He keeps it to himself but the chaos of the outside is different from the chaos between you two and in that contained dissonance there’s a red drop of quiet. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he drifts all the same when you run a cool finger up and down his spine and he taste the remnants of that frozen earth still behind his teeth.

It’s dark when you wake up, Gator’s big frame heavy and languid, draped over your middle, head laying in the valley between your breast. Cuddled is the word you’d use but not out loud. He’s awake too, you can feel him blinking against your skin. His head shifting minutely when your fingers run along the edge of his scalp. Even in the dark of your bedroom you can see the bruises forming on his back under the red lines your blunt nails made. You won’t ask him about it but whatever Roy got him into today beat the shit out him. Gator takes a deep breath and you can feel his dog tags dig into your stomach, pressed between the two of you. “You getting up?”

“No.” He mumbles.

You’re hesitant to lay your hands on him in fear of him shrugging you off but when you let your palm slide down from his hair to the back of his neck he doesn’t move. When you walk your fingertips over his bicep he just tucks his hand under your shoulder. “Where’s my gun?”

“On the floor.” You roll your head to spot it next to your bed where you’d dropped it earlier.

“Is the safety on?”

“What are you, a cop?” You laugh and feel him huff out what could be a laugh. “Of course it’s on. I’m not stupid.”

“What time is it?” He isn’t moving at all, fully expecting you to have all these answers. You blindly feel around for your phone on your nightstand and wince when the light is too bright for the dark blanketing you two.

“It’s 8…PM. You got somewhere to be?” As if on cue you hear his phone vibrating from the pile of clothes on the floor. You wait to see if he’ll get up but he doesn’t react, just tells you no and rolls his head the opposite direction. When you drop your phone again he grabs your hand and plants it on the back of his head wordlessly.

The only window in here is level with your bed and you can stare out it directly to the massive garage out back. The flurries started up again sometime while you two were asleep and they whip by the glass, blurring the figures moving around outside. You can make out the lone figure standing tall by his truck, cowboy hat tilted up at the house and smudge of blue light by his head.

Fingers wound in Gator’s hair you laugh lightly, “Too bad, Butch Cassidy.” You whisper at the window. You can feel Gator’s jaw working like he wants to say something but he keeps quiet and stays put. Stays in your room. Stays in your bed. Stays between your chest and keeps his fingers twisted in your sheets.

Just you, he’d said. Just you.

#Gator Tillman x Reader #Gator Tillman Smut #Gator Tillman Fic #My Work #My Fic

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Player is their last option Pt. 3

Characters: Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spades

Self-aware au

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

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonment, kidnapping, violence, murder, religion, fighting, marriage

Well well well, would you look at that?

Our usually high and mighty sir “nothing-can-shake-me-up” is shaken up!

What a rare sight to see

If it were just you being there bad enough but now you are also the last option

Which means that you are in even greater danger!!!

It's angwy eel time

Oh yes, I call him angwy because what is he supposed to do? The worst that can happen is him biting the air

Ok to be honest one guard was freaked out by the sound of his teeth snapping shut (you know, that one) and put a piece of cake in his face

God he looks pitiful...

But *ahem* you stand in front of the bride and all he can think about is how defenseless you and your lips are

No matter if you are considered a God, a almighty sorcerer or something else depending on the place, that is going to kill you!!!

Jade just wants to protect you ;_;

Depending on whom you ask (Jade or the rest of any world) but “protecting you” has a different meaning

For the rest of the world: making sure that you are safe

For Jade: locking them up in a house under the sea without any contact to outsiders

But oh well, he has experience taking care of others because of his job in Azuls *cough* shady businesses so yeah... you will live at least a comfortable life... with a lot of manipulation....

He is so proud at you.... whilst crying of disappointment in the Headmage

He trusted him!

This couldn't go unpunished! After he was free he will chop his head off as if he was the servant of a different Queen!

Burn the sinners!!! This was heresy!!!

Easy Lilia, your blood pressure! You are not as young as you once were even if you don't look your age!!!

But back to the subject!

Lilia is oddly silent

I mean, yes, he is heartbroken that he is not the one you are proposing to

But at the same time, go betray dead lady! “YOU GO YOUR HOLINESS!!!!” - Lilia Vanrouge, a very old person

At the same time he is worried to bits

Lilia trained all his life so that he could protect and safe you

And now you are saving him!

Did he just die from high blood pressure or why is he seeing you and himself on a white horse, in wedding attire, riding into the sunset...

And then you... you have to duke it out with a ghost in the parking lot...

Ok jokes aside, not in the parking lot but you had to show them all that yes, you were able to throw hands if enough adrenaline was in your system

Ah, maybe he will order that banana and mango cake Deuce is just munching on because a guard shoved that into his mouth to shut his screaming up....

Poor poor Deuce...

He was already heartbroken enough...

AND NOW YOU ARE ALSO IN DANGER!!!!

Nu-uh! Not under his watch

He had already been screaming because he wasn't the one you were proposing to (which earned him mouthful after mouthful of cake)

And what was he supposed go do now??! Watching you being in danger of dying??!

My friend just blue screens

As if some sort of treat in his head snapped he suddenly snaps his mouth closed

For a entire minute (scary is all I can say)

The guard beside him is already checking if he is just about to join their ranks

But no. Congrats Deuce, you live another day to witness this madness

He is in truth planning what to do after all of this with you

He has been taking care of a lot of things to help his mother so you surely wouldn't mind if he also did that with you, right?

Even though you are looked into a house with only one door and iron bars in front of the windows in the middle of nowhere, right?

You don't mind being completely dependant on him, right??!

But hey, you got a loving partner... and that is everything positive I can say about his plan.... Good luck! Do I get invited to your wedding when that happens?

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the-teapot-hatter · 1 year

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A Piercing Addiction || Deuce Spade X Reader

Prompt: A study session with Deuce gets slightly steamy. (Slightly NSFW, minors do not interact) (Deuce has piercings in this.)

(Y/n) watched Deuce from their place across from him in their bedroom. The two were having a studying session together. There was supposed to be four of them, but Ace and Grimm both landed themselves in detention. So, now it was just (Y/n) and Deuce. Which really wasn't any good for their heart.

At least with Ace and Grimm, there was some type of distraction to the attraction they felt for one Deuce Spade. But without those two present, being alone with the ex-delinquent was like a rush of excited nerves that simultaneously made (Y/n) want to throw up and just melt into a gooey puddle.

It probably didn't help that they were studying of all things either. Which, studying wasn't really a physically stimulating activity, but watching Deuce study should be considered one.

The boy's face scrunched up in confusion, a dark look in his aquamarine eyes that was only ever seen when he got into a physical altercation. Eventually, he would get so frustrated he would start carding his leather clad gloves through his navy-blue locks, strands of yellow sometimes peeking out.

Typically, Deuce appeared somewhat innocent, all doe eyed. Even with his extensive piercings on his ears, and mouth. (Y/n) also knew that there was one on his tongue, something they'd sometimes see when Deuce was speaking. Miraculously, he didn't really give off a delinquent vibe even with the piercings. Not unless he was particularly frustrated by something.

Understandably so, (Y/n) was finding it hard to study. Not quite being able to focus on what they needed to focus on. If they didn't know any better, they would have thought themselves drugged, but they knew that wasn't the case. Rather, it was just the chemical reaction that happened anytime they were in close proximity to Deuce.

And since they couldn't focus, they didn't get any work done. And because they didn't get any work done, the silence surrounding them seemed even more suffocating. Or rather, (Y/n) seemed to fall into an even more distracted daze the longer the silence persisted. (Ironically, they knew if Deuce was speaking with them, they would go from dazed to downright drunk like some poor whipped sap.) So, they talked. They talked, and they talked, and they talked. Hoping against all else that if the silence was filled with something it would distract them from the boy next to them, even if all they were saying was pure nonsense.

Deuce didn't really spare them a second glance, sometimes letting out hums to show he was listening. (Y/n) knew he wasn't. But (Y/n) also knew Deuce was getting about as much work done as (Y/n) was, which was to say none at all. Almost a little vindictively, shamefully, a prideful pettiness swirled up at the noticed distraction they were causing Deuce. Deuce's mere presence was enough to scramble their brain, the little hums the boy was letting out making it all the worse, even if Deuce was being polite. They wanted Deuce to be as distracted as they were, for it wasn't fair to be the only drowning in their own dazed mind.

This was of course, before Deuce finally sighed to himself, rubbing at his eyes tiredly with his gloved hands before turning to (Y/n) with his messy hair. He wasn't outright frowning, but the furrowing of his brows gave away that he wasn't particularly enthused by (Y/n)'s ramblings.

"(Y/n), could you please be quiet? Or at the very least, talk about the work assignment?" Deuce inquired, attempting to be as kind as possible. Something that made (Y/n)'s heart flutter all the more even though there was a certain edge to the navy haired boy's words.

"Sorry, I'll shut up now." (Y/n) promised. And they did. Deuce went back to work, just like before. Now, being unable to speak, (Y/n) began tapping their fingers against the floor, barely keeping themselves from humming a soft tune. And they were staring. Staring, staring, staring at the boy sitting next to them. Their eyes constantly flickering between all of Deuce's features. Feature's that were so doe-like, but just as equally dangerous at the same time.

It didn't take long before Deuce paused again, not being able to pay attention to his own work. Turning to (Y/n) with a look that made it clear exactly what he wanted. So, they stopped tapping their fingers, and he went back to work.

So, then, because of course they did, they started rocking back and forth, hoping to keep their dazed mind away from the boy sitting next to them. The boy that was growing increasingly annoyed, before he finally snapped his notebook shut.

"If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll give you something to fidget about." Deuce's tone was dark, sounding more like a threat of bodily harm than anything else. But for some twisted reason, a reason (Y/n) would need to think about more later, this only caused them to fill a rush of excitement.

"Yes please." They practically squeaked. They weren't sure if their burning cheeks afterwards was from embarrassment or something else entirely. Deuce didn't seem to care however, as he grabbed onto them and pulled them forward. His lips colliding with theirs in a rough meeting.

Deuce's piercings were cool against burning skin, giving the kiss a whole new slew of coarse, thrilling, ridges. And even with how rough Deuce pushed, his hands were gentle, not forceful in nature, giving (Y/n) the clear and easy opportunity to pull away if they wanted. But they didn't want to and they didn't think they ever word.

When Deuce pulled away, his eyes were wild, his facial expression cruel in a way that (Y/n) had never expected to be directed at them, but it never seemed as if Deuce was truly angry. Was never seeking to harm for a moment.

"You're never this much of a relentless little fidget." Deuce breathed, kissing at the edges of their mouth, teasingly. The metal of his piercings adding a cooling palm to the tortuous drug that Deuce seemed to be supplying them with.

"It's not my fault my boyfriend's so distracting." (Y/n) huffed, before letting out a squeak as Deuce blew against their ear in retaliation, before placing one final kiss onto their lips.

"Hmm... As flattered as I am, we have work to do." Deuce began to pull away, but (Y/n) refused to let him as they grabbed onto his blazar in a desperate attempt to keep the boy from separating from them.

"Just... Just one more." (Y/n) sputtered. Deuce and (Y/n) knew it wouldn't end at just one more, and in all likelihood they wouldn't get any work done. Which is exactly why Grimm and Ace were supposed to be here. The distractions away from the distractions they posed to each other.

But even though Deuce sometimes seemed wild and untamable, he was gentle and sweet and would always indulge his significant other. Even though he knew that he really shouldn't. Even though he knew he should cut off the action that seemed to becoming an addiction, he didn't. Because he was just as addicted too.

Which is exactly why he leaned back down, indulging once more in the feel of his lips against (Y/n)’s.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #gender neutral reader

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iwashie · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK MEN AS LOVE SONGS pt3

📌 yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, eita otoya, kurona ranze, yo hiori, nanase nijiro, barou shoei, niko ikki

⋆⋆☆⋆⋆⋆⋆warnings- bllk men as love songs I think suits them

🧡 YUKIMIYA KENYU- BLUEBERRY EYES/ MAX & SUGA

Damn, you look so good Laying there wearing nothing but my T-shirt Your body's a neighborhood Wanna drive my lips all around it 'Cause I'm holding my breath Wondering when you're gonna wake up in my arms Head on my chest, my heart's beating I can't wait to... Kiss you each morning with strawberry skies 'Cause I get so lost in your blueberry eyes I'm running through my dreams to see you in the light 'Cause I get so lost in your blueberry eyes....

💜 KARASU TABITO- LATE NIGHT TALKING/ HARRY STYLES

I'll do everythin' I can to help you through If you're feelin' down, I just wanna make you happier, baby Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby We've been doin' all this late night talking 'Bout anything you wanted 'til the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind I've never been a fan of change But I'd follow you to any place If it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate, I'm coming too...

💚 EITA OTOYA- CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT/ DAYGLOW

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time You're just, just, just wasting time Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out 'til I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away....

💗 KURONA RANZE- BABY I'M YOURS/ ARCTIC MONKEYS

Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time I'm gonna stay right here by your side And do my best to keep you satisfied Nothing in the world could drive me away Every day, you'll hear me say....

💙 YO HIORI- APOCALYPSE/ CAS

You've been locked in here forever And you just can't say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers Wrapped in your arms You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos Left in the dark Got the music in you, baby Tell me why Got the music in you, baby Tell me why You've been locked in here forever And you just can't say goodbye Your lips, my lips Apocalypse....

💛 NANASE NIJIRO- PUPPY LOVE/ PAUL ANKA

And they called it "puppy love" Oh, I guess they'll never know How a young heart really feels And why I love her so And they called it "puppy love" Just because we're, we're 17....

❤️ BAROU SHOEI- COME INSIDE OF MY HEART/ IV OF SPADES

I love you But I don't really show you I'd call you But only if you want me too Oh, don't you let it stop Oh, I won't let it happen, baby I will never stop But only if you listen to me Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars Go a little bit faster Oh, baby Forgive me if I hurt you Come save me 'Cause you're the only one for me...

🖤 NIKO IKKI- SO THIS IS LOVE/ SNEHA

Mmm, so this is love, mmm, so this is love So this is what makes life divine I'm all aglow, mmm, and now I know The key to all heaven is mine My heart has wings, mmm, and I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmm, mmm, so this is love Mmm, mmm I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmm, mmm, so this is love....

#bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock #bllk x you #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #yukimiya kenyu #karasu tabito #eita otoya #kurona ranze #nanase nijiro #yo hiori #barou shouei #niko ikki

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themaladaptivewriter12 · 6 months

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Mirai Yuhara and Heartslabyul

c/w: none

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Ace Trappola

You couldn't tell if the two hated each other or liked each other

One moment they're at each other's throats, and the next moment, they're laying on each other, scrolling through Magicam

Most of their relationships consists of flipping each other off

or constantly jabbing at each other

Ace: "'Sup, Loser" Mirai: "Hey, Moron" Ace: "Bastard" Mirai: "Jerkface" *slappy fight noises can be heard and Riddle's scolding*

They once got in a fight that lasted about a week

The rest of the Freshmen were so annoyed their their moping that Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek, and Ortho locked them in a storage closet until the made up

And let's just say things were said, voices were raised, and tears were shed

Partners in crime Ψ( `∀)(∀´ )Ψ

Anything that goes wrong on campus can most likely be traced back to Mirai and Ace

The frogs had been let loose? It was Mirai and Ace. Someone TP'ed the Courtyard? It was Mirai and Ace. There was a brawl between the Freshamn class? It was Mirai and Ace.

Stupid late night convos that sometimes lead to arguments in the morning

Ace: "This you?" *sends a pic of some ugly fish* Mirai: "Nah, but this is you" *sends the ugly pic of Ace he secretly took* Ace: "DELETE THAT NOW!" Mirai: "No" The next day, fighting ensues

Ace Trappola - Dating Mirai Yuhara

Not much changes

Just like above, you can't tell if they're together or not

They're not too public about it

their pet names are any insult they can come up with atm

Although, if you are unlucky, you just might find them in some secluded part of the hall sucking face

They fight often

No it's not healthy, Trey has told them so, but they always bounce back

Their silliness is honestly how they show affection

Ace and Mirai at Basketball practice Ace: "This is for you, Mirai!" *Shoots the ball and proceeds to miss* Mirai: ......凸(`△´＃)

Deuce Spade

Mirai is slow when it comes to his academics as well, so he can relate to Deuce with his academic struggles

they do their hw toghter, but it normally doesn't end well

most of the time they get help from Trey or something

if Deuce is fighting, so is Mirai (((ง’ω’)و三 ง’ω’)ڡ≡　☆⌒ﾐ((x_x)

And sometimes, Mirai is his voice of reason

patches Deuce up if needed

Mirai: "Deuce, we talked about the fighting" Deuce: "I know." Mirai: "At least invite me next time, we can whop 'em together."

grocery shopping buddies because Deuce always gets the best deals

goes to Deuce's track meets to cheer him and Jack on

Mirai also brings snacks

Cheers Deuce up when he's down

especially when Ace is the cause

and Mirai has and will beat Ace for it

Cater Diamond

Has a mega crush on Cater

Likes to try out different trends with Cater

likes to let cater dress him up and give him makeovers for fun

Does best friend quizzes to see what they get

Cater: "It says we're hardly friends." Mirai: "Lies! What my favorite color?" Cater: "Blue" Mirai: "Food?" Cater: "Blueberries" Mirai: "Hobby?" Cater: "Gaming" Mirai: "See, you know me."

Likes accompanying Cater to cafes so he can have the little cakes

Cater is Mirai's most trusted Junior

Let's Cater confide in him with things he's insecure about

Cue the therapy session and the tears

but that's okay, whatever happens in that room, stays in that room

gossip sessions are a must! And there's lots of them

Sleepovers! o(≧▽≦)o

No matter if it's Ramshackle or Heartslabyul, they always have a blast

Cater teaches Mirai how to skateboard

It doesn't go well at first

Mirai likes to tell Cater about the Media back home

anything he can remember he tells

Mirai just loves how fascinated Cater gets when he does

And did I mention the crush?

Cater Diamond - Dating Mirai Yuhara

Mirai has a MAJOR crush on Cater

They are the couple everyone hates!

Because either you envy them

Or you're just plain disgusted at how sappy they are

*Cater running up to hold Mirai in his arms* Cater: "Hey, Baby" *kiss* "My, little muffin" *kiss* "My, Sugarplum" Mirai: "I missed you too, hun" *kiss* Cater: "What do you wanna do, Babydoll?" MIrai: I don't know, but there's this totally hot strawberry blonde that just mig-" Ace: "GET A ROOM!"

Pet names all the time, those are a must!

and so are kisses (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

and hugs and cuddles are a must too!

Always touching somehow ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

In class? Their ankles and intertwined. "At lunch? Their knees are touching. After school? They walk hand in hand.

They don't post much on Magicam, but when they do, Cater likes to keep his followers guessing

They do couples quizzes, do couples trends on Magicam, and wear couples outfits

Anything can be a date!

they move so flawlessly together, it was like it was meant to be!

Trey Clover

Mirai helps a lot with baking

Trey even started to give him pointers

Fingerprints left in the dough

Who knows where they came from? ┐('～`;)┌

Trey: "Prefect?" Mirai: "Yes, Trey?" Trey: "Why is there a fingerprint in my cookie dough?" Mirai: "I don't know" *slowly tries to escape* Trey: "Shall we compare prints then?" Mirai: (⊙_⊙) Trey: ▓▒░(°◡°)░▒▓

Unofficial official batter/dough taster

Trey doesn't mind

Mirai prefers Trey as a study partner

Hes the best at explaining things

and he's patient

and for every right answer, Trey gives Mirai a cookie

Riddle Rosehearts

Mirai finds the second year very pretty

but ofc he won't say it in front of the Heartslabyul Housewarden, lest he wants to lose his head

Again

*Mirai staring at Riddle* Riddle: "It's rude to stare, you know" Mirai: "Did you know you have pretty eyelashes?" Riddle: "I do not!" Mirai: "You do. All of you is pretty!" Riddle: ∑(O_O;) Mirai: (O u O) Riddle: "Off with your head!"

Tea time with Riddle

Mirai likes those moments, because Riddle is always his most relazed

He's more open and himself during those moments

Mirai loves the Unbirthday parties and is happy Riddle always extends an invite

Mirai likes to paint the roses red as well

But he always loses to Riddle at Croquet

But then again, it's not so bad, at least Riddle is happy

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This took way longer than expected, but it's done! You can see who my biases are *Cough* *Cough* Cater and Ace * Cough* *Cough* But I tried to give them all enough content

And as you can see, Mi-Mi is shipped with Ace and Cater. This will be a reoccurring theme with these. All of my faves will get a dating bracket with Mi-Mi!

Anyways, stay tuned for my next part, Savanaclaw!

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Love

Warnings: making out, hand fetish if you squint, possessive Hisoka, possibly ooc Hisoka(objectively)

I wanted to make some scenarios with the husband! It’s been a while since I’ve done one of those lol!

The one thing about Hisoka was that he was terrifyingly silent. So when he was running up behind you, you didn’t even realize it until you felt strong, muscled arms wrap around your waist, hoist you up as if they were about to run off— but before you could fight back you were tossed in the air, and caught by Hisoka; he held you on his arm under your legs. After flashing a playful smile, he spoke, “Looks like I’ve caught myself a little snack.” His arm tightened under you, squishing your thighs up to your belly but you just crossed your arms and frowned at him. Classic Hisoka.. he’s always doing it unexpectedly, one moment you could be running off to do something, but Hisoka is one step ahead and he’s grabbing you; carrying you by your waist and then taking you off to who knows where to do who knows what.

Hisoka’s palm is placed on your knee, you’re sitting above him on a ledge of a stonewall while he’s sat on the bench below, his arms laid over top of the ledge you were perched upon. His hand takes up most of your knee, you can see the veins shifting and flexing as his thumb softly rubs back and forth on your soft skin. His hands are mesmerizing; they’re strong, they’re protective, they’ve killed thousands. The magician loves to touch you like this; it’s like he always wants a hand on your body. What makes you tingle is when he strokes your arm up and down with the back of his cold knuckle, with his chest pressed to your back. As Hisoka tilts his head back to look up at the sky to check out a shooting star, you tenderly place your hand over his.

It’s chilly, Hisoka has a window open and let’s the relaxing cool air flow in as the curtains blow inward with them. He’s under the thick covers with you, hands laid over the back of your body while you’re laid on top of him. His smooth lips connect with yours, molding together, the both of you rhythmically pulling away and then pulled back in with each other. Soft, moist smacks each time you locked lips. The two of you pull away again, only longer this time and you look into his eyes. He’s smirking and that mischievous shade of amber glosses over your face. You nudge his nose with yours and then push his ginger bangs back so you can get a clear look of his face. “Whats going through that beautiful mind, gorgeous?” He whispers. You swoon over his words, smiling against his lips before replying, “I dunno.. you’re just really handsome I guess.”

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, it was so clear.” Hisoka whispered to you, “You belonged to me. You’re destined to be mine.” It’s dark in his home suite, the only thing in your frame of vision was the bright blue of his outfit, a club and spade plastered on his chest. You look up at him, your brows furrowed with light confusion, “Why are you telling me this now?” Hisoka lifts an arm and places his hand on the back of your neck. His head leans down as he pulls you closer to him and your foreheads almost touch. “Because I need you now more than ever.” His whisper had a hint of a growl in it, “We’re the perfect match of strength, you and I.” You’re held firmly in place by him, but even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t run away. “I’m tired of waiting to see you again, I want you by my side.” His gaze softens at you, his eyes still locked onto yours, “Haven’t I proven my friendship enough to you? Will you finally secure your place as mine and mine alone?” A rush of anxiety pulls over you as he speaks, it’s like a train hitting you at full speed— “Ok.. b-but, you gotta come with me on my things too.” You timidly squeak out, whispering even though you were the only two people in the whole home. “Mm..” he hums lowly, giving you a confirming answer before he leans in and traps your lips against his.

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draphrawrites · 9 months

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Vigilante DabiHawks AU

Finally posting some of my Twitter threads over here! Hope y'all enjoy 😉

Twitter Threads Pt 1 || Next

Originally posted March 26th, 2021

Okay, new idea. We’ve all seen hero!Hawks and villain!Dabi and vice versa. But imagine them both as vigilantes. Hawks is very much a “I’m faster and more efficient than the heroes” type, whereas Dabi is a “I’m more ruthless against assholes than the heroes are” vigilante.

They both think heroes are overrated, though, and they end up bonding via an accidental assist and street takoyaki. Cue a vigilante team-up that has the villains running scared and the heroes sweating bullets. Really though, it’s just two powerful 20yos cleaning up the city while not-so-subtly showing off to each other 😂

Hello yes, I’m still here for friends to teammates to power couple dynamics 😂

Continued in a separate thread, same day

Some toukei / dabihawks vigilante au thoughts Keigo’s first act of vigilanteism is the same that would have made him a hero in another world.

He saves six people from a four-car pile up, but since no cameras catch it this time, he passes under the radar. Slipping through the cracks, like his feathers slip through locks when starvation becomes imminent.

He’s not proud of it. Stealing to stay alive. And he vows, as soon as he can stand on his own, he’ll pay society back in spades.

Five years later, he makes good on his promise by toppling a terrifying drug ring.

People from all over the city find money repaid that they hadn’t thought about in years, accompanied by a single red feather. Meanwhile, the authorities scratch their heads, wondering where all the drug money went.

Touya’s first vigilante act is somewhat closer to home, and occurs when he meets a man who calls himself Stain. Of all things, they get into an argument. Touya is 12, and still wants his father’s approval more than anything. Stain points out Endeavor’s motives for heroism are rotten at their core. Touya challenges him, quoting stats for Endeavor’s villain capture rate. Stain bites back with Endeavor’s civilian injury rates. It isn’t until Stain offers to show Touya the other side of heroism that the preteen reluctantly agrees, thinking he’ll prove the creepy sword-freak wrong.

Instead, he’s treated to the aftermath of one of Endeavor’s more violent fights. One that leaves buildings aflame and firefighters struggling to assist.

Touya watches his old man throw barrage after barrage, and listens as Stain points out how so much of the damage could have been avoided. Shifted angles, less power, planning ahead to herd the villain into a less populated area. Touya listens, and for the first time, he sees his dad for what he truly is: a flawed human. Not the pillar of righteousness he presented to the world.

It rattles him deeply. But not as much as when he hears a scream from one of the burning buildings.

His feet move before he can think, and that day he performs his first rescue.

Years later, when Keigo has fought his way up to a sustainable lifestyle that no longer relies on crime, he dedicates himself to helping where he can. Even in small ways. Like when he finds a white-haired fire user getting doused in a back alley, for instance.

“Rain wasn’t on the forecast today!” He calls, yanking the water dude off the ground to hold him at eye level. Fifty feet in the air.

Keigo recognizes him as a member of a local gang.

“Oh hey!” He says as the guy thrashes in panic. “How bout you stop trying to drown people and I don’t let my feathers slip up here? That sound okay?”

The guy nods frantically, and Keigo beams before sending his feathers to drop the guy off on the most inconvenient roof they can find. Following that, he drops to the ground, where the fire user is still spitting up water.

“Need a hand?” Keigo asks, offering one to the man while taking in his soaked appearance, his white hair, and his bright blue eyes, scrunched up with annoyance.

“Didn’t need any help,” he grumbles, though he still takes Keigo’s hand and allows himself to be pulled up.

Keigo grins. “In the elemental game of rock, paper, scissors, I’m pretty sure water beats fire.”

The guy snorts. “And fire beats air,” he returns, eyeing Keigo’s wings. The blond lifts a bushy eyebrow.

“Not wrong about that. I hate fire quirks, no offense.”

The guy shakes his head, splattering water everywhere. “None taken. Feel the same about guys like that,” he says, nodding in the direction the thug had been whisked away.

Keigo hums. “Why pick a fight, then? You two know each other?”

The guy eyes him. “I don’t associate with scum like that.”

My kind of guy, Keigo thinks, grin widening.

“Ya know, I’d drink to that. Right now, if you’re free?”

The guy’s eyebrows raise. “You don’t even know my name.”

Keigo shrugs. “So, what’s your name?”

“... Touya,” the guy - Touya - says.

Keigo sticks out a hand once more, and Touya takes it with a mix of interest and reluctance.

“Keigo,” the vigilante offers. “Now how bout that drink?”

Twitter Threads Pt 1 || Next

#dabi #hawks #vigilante au #todoroki touya #takami keigo #threads #my fic #queue'd #MHA #BNHA

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animehouse-moe · 7 months

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Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective Episode 2: The Case of the Locked-Room Piggy Bank Theft

With two episodes under its belt, the inner machinations and ideas of Ron as a series are better understood. Its formulaic approach and comedic routines are further exposed, and viewers get to grasp what the season as a whole will look like. And it looks like it's going to be a whole lot of fun, for quite a few different reasons.

Just to get it out of the way, I'll chat about the episode direction to start today. Where the previous episode focuses on three dimensional space through more nuanced depth of field and blur, this episode does so by placing objects in the foreground. It's a simple idea, but decidedly different from the previous episode as it uses something more concrete to create that awareness. Similarly, it has more angled shots compared to the flatter style of the first episode. Coincidentally, the usage of faceless characters appear, which I always think is a fun style since it presents the challenge of expression.

But lets talk story for this episode, the direction is pretty closely tied to the "gear" that the story's in.

We get exposition on Ron's past, actually. It's a really really cool idea, providing a fancy detective school that Ron attended where he was top of class... before he got kicked out for being attached to a string of suspicious deaths. Even more than that is the stake that Ron raises with the discussion of his past: if he's discovered to be doing detective work, he'll be put to death.

In concert with the talk of BLUE, we're reminded that Ron does not have his tattoo/mark on his neck during his early days. With his comment of being banned from BLUE, it brings forward the possibility of being a marking in relation to his expulsion. Can't say for sure, but what I am certain of is that we'll explore its origins and meaning at some point.

Let's talk humor though. Crass, heavy handed, and plain silly. Ron delivers in spades with things you'd not expect at all, and pieces you'd see coming from a mile away. This one's definitely the former.

However, with more of a taste for the humor with this second episode, you can begin to realize how pivotal the humor is to the mysteries. It's able to hide clues in plain sight, covering them up with the excessive comedy expressed largely by Ron. It's a really cool idea that plays to both extremes of the concept incredibly well.

And that's not all for the humor either, no. Diomeda isn't a bad studio, which is something quite a few people can't seem to agree upon sometimes. Regardless, they are able to deliver expressive and fluid cuts, just like this one. They don't comprise the episode by any means, but they add to the energy a good deal, keeping spirits high and momentum going.

I think that finally brings me to the formula though. Key pieces like Ron answering his door before Toto can knock, or the waffling of Ron during Toto's attempts at explanation, stuff like Ron laying down next to the dead bodies, and of course things like Ron ordering the suspects to die. They're all pieces of the routine that exist within this detective mystery series.

But they present a challenge. How can you make something that happens routinely interesting, how do you make it fun. Well, it's a two part answer for which we only have one piece. Subtle differences with heavy handed humor. Bringing intense energy and individuality to these pieces creates an identity, one that you'll associate with Ron. You'll grow accustomed to the introduction and its purpose. And that's where the second part will come in down the road: the shake up. We're only 2 episodes in so we won't see it yet, but the further we get into this series, and the more its behind the scenes scheming goes on, we'll see a changeup in the routine. Like I said though, that's still a ways away though, so I'm more than happy to savor what we have currently.

#ron kamonohashi #isshiki totomaru #totomaru isshiki #kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #mystery anime #comedy anime #anime and manga #anime #anime reccs #anime recommendation #anime review

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DCA Info Part 27: Meet Allison Liddel 🐰

Allison Liddel (アリソン・リデル, Arison Rideru) is the dorm leader of Futterwacken. She is a rebellious girl with a whole lot of spunk, but she's also very curious and loves to explore.

History

Allison was born and raised in the Kingdom of Gardenia, being the daughter of Lewis Liddel and Quincie Harriette, as well as being the elder twin sister of Maddison Liddel.

At some point during Allison's life, her parents divorced and Lewis took custody of both her and Maddison. Ever since then, Lewis has been constantly peer pressuring them into acting like noblewomen in the hopes of getting them to marry men of noble status in order to boost his own ego and climb the social ladder.

Personality

Curious yet spunky, Allison is a mischief maker at heart. The rebellious spirit in her comes from her hatred for her father's peer pressuring nature and this rebellious spirit causes her the reject anything feminine, but she's comfortable wearing dresses if they aren't too fancy. She also has a love for exploring, which can sometimes lead to trouble.

Appearance

Allison is a girl of average height in her mid-teens. She has fair skin, turquoise colored eyes and short reddish pink, almost watermelon pink hair with side swept bangs parted to the left side of her head and the tips of her hair being flipped.

2020 School Uniform

Allison's 2020 school uniform is very "unique" to her. She wears a bright sky blue sailor top with turquoise gem buttons, mid-length sleeves with blue-green blue cuffs, a dark cerulean blue collar with an argyle like pattern of hearts, spades, clovers and diamonds with one of the aforementioned shapes being shown in the center of each diamond, a blue-green flowy collar flap and a dark turquoise scarf tied to the collar. At the waist, Allison wears a dark turquoise belt with a bow at the right side. The bottom half of her uniform consists of a two layered skirt, with the top layer being a semi-ombré dark cerulean blue while the bottom layer has the same coloring and pattern as the sailor top's collar. Allison also wears dark turquoise and white horizontal striped leggings alongside a pair dark turquoise Mary Janes with gold soles and buckles.

Allison accessorizes with a dark turquoise ribbon headband with a crown shaped charm in the center and a dark turquoise choker with a bow in the center. Allison's most noticeable accessory is the gold waist chain of keys, which are the way of verifying the students affiliated with the Futterwacken dorm. The gold key shapes and gems are as follows: a red heart, a blue spade, a green clover and a yellow diamond.

2021 School Uniform

Very little changed about Allison's uniform, the only differences include the skirt's top layer now being a solid dark cerulean blue and her ribbon headband, scarf and belt are now colored black.

Dorm Uniform

For her dorm uniform, Allison wears a blue and yellow dress with a white undershirt, a yellow shirt collar with gold ribbon and a gold pin shaped like a door lock, a solid blue bodice with yellow vertical line detailing in the center, white cap sleeves with gold trimming over blue puff sleeves with pale yellow trimming and gold ribbon near the trimmings edge. At the waist, Allison wears a purple belt with a pink diamond pattern attached to a white apron. The belt also has golden trim on the top and bottom and a gold pocket watch which is attached to the waist chain of keys on the left side of her waist. The dress' skirt has pale yellow and light blue vertical stripes with card shape patterns. The bottom of the skirt has gold ribbon and lace trimming. The gold ribbon has card suits on it, this includes a red heart, black spade, block clover and red diamond. Underneath the skirt, Allison wears a white ruffle petticoat and pale yellow bloomers with gold ribbon and ruffle trim. For footwear, Allison wears a pair a black Mary Janes with the strap having lace, alongside purple and pink horizontal striped leggings.

Allison retains the headband for her school uniform for her dorm uniform. However, she also wears a pair of bracelets that resemble tuxedo cuffs with gold buttons.

Solo Stage Uniform

Allison's vocal performance uniform is different from the others. She wears a top with triangular hems on each side. The center of the top is a silvery teal color and has four diamonds going down vertically and within said diamonds are a pair of smaller diamonds, with horizontal beige diamonds and brown vertical diamonds. On both sides of middle section are vertical watermelon pink and pale yellow triangle patterns. The sides of the top are dark teal, divided by dark pink vertical ribbon. The top's spread collar is the same silvery teal as the top's center and it additionally has watermelon pink ribbon, lace trimming and in the upper center is a pale yellow lacy collar flap with the same watermelon pink ribbon as before. The top also has juliet sleeves, with the puff portion having pink ribbon hems and being silvery teal and pale yellow, the long sleeve portion is light butterscotch in color and have ruffle hems. At the waist, Allison wears a pink bow attached to four colored ribbons with gold detailing and card shape on each one, this includes a pink ribbon with a heart, a blue ribbon with a spade, a green ribbon with a clover and a yellow ribbon with a diamond. Her pants are a two toned teal, with the right side being a lighter shade than the left, the right side also has a pink ribbon tied to it and the pants have cuffs with light pink diamonds inside and pink ribbon on the top and bottom. For footwear, Allison wears a pair of pink low heeled shoes with dusty rose colored soles, rounded arch topline, and gold strap detailing with pink flowers on top. She additionally wears gold anklets and dark teal stockings.

Allison accessorizes with a small gold crown with light and dark blue diamond shaped gems on it, a pale teal hair bow, and a dark blue-green scarf tie. She also wears a pink X shaped hair clip and attached to it is a gold beaded string with a blue heart shaped gem set in gold and has a gold pearl at its tip. Allison additionally wears pink bracelets with light pink diamonds inside.

Rabbit Chase Outfit

Likely worn for Hatter Day parties, Allison wears a red tailcoat coat with black outline. The tailcoat additionally has a white lapel with black outline, three yellow roses that appear to be connected to a white fur collar, white cuffs with black trimming and gold buttons on them and a pom-pom on each "tail" of the tailcoat. The tailcoat is worn over a light violet dress, with the top having honey yellow details resembling petals. Over the top is a honey yellow vest with black buttons and a red outline. The skirt is the same light violet color as the top and has a clock pattern on it. The skirt also has two ruffle hems, with the first one being honey yellow and resembles a ballerina tutu and the second layer being a black ruffle one. For footwear, Allison sports a pair of below-the-knees red low heeled boots with white cuffs that have pocket watches with rabbit ears on them and the toeboxes of the boots are white and made to resemble rabbit feet. The white parts also have a black outline.

Allison accessorizes with a red top hat that includes a light violet band with gold outline, white rabbit ears with lavender interiors, a bronze handled white teacup with green leaves and a rose. The back of the top hat has a piece of pale yellow fabric with lace trim and is connected to a pair of black and red ribbons with pom-poms at the end. She additionally accessorizes with a lavender ruffle collar with a black crossover tie with a red rose in the center. The rose is connected to a gold chain, which is in-turn connected to a gold pocket watch with rabbit ears on it. Allison also sports a pair of white gloves.

School Statistics

Allison is a 17 year old 2nd year student. She is classified as Student #5 and is in Class 2-E. She is a member of the Theater Club and her best subjects are Magic History and Party Hosting, with the latter being her favorite school subject due to her desire to throw amazing and less boring parties. Her least favorite school subject is Basic Etiquette due to her rebellious nature and she refuses to act like a lady.

For her idol performances, Allison has a loud voice that can still carry rhythm. Allison prefers to sing more energetic songs and she can sometimes sing fast lyrics without problem.

For her choreography, Allison provides lots of movement on stage with plenty of jumping and skipping. She's all over the place.

Relationships

Family

Allison has a negative relationship with her father, who constantly tries to peer pressure her and Maddison to act like proper high class ladies and likely get them to marry into nobility so that he can boost his social status.

Allison's relationship with Maddison and her mother were more positive. Prior to her parents divorce, her mom would read them stories and nursery rhymes and it's likely she didn't try to peer pressure them like their father did. While Maddison is more quiet and reserved, she does care about Allison and also dislikes her father's egotistical nature.

Pet

Allison has a pet hare named, Tock. He's NOT rabbit cause hares are bigger and could match her pace. Also it won't hesitate to use the magic doorway while most animals would be scared to go in.

Fellow Students

It's likely that because of her easygoing and social nature, Allison has a lot of mutuals. Thought she is shown to get on Evonie's nerves on occasion.

Night Raven College Students

Riddle thinks that she's strange and would be a troublemaker with how often she accidentally ends up in NRC through the magic doors. There have been times where he is tempted to use Off With Your Head on her sometimes because she can be annoying at times. And he thinks the dorm she runs is more chaotic than Heartslabyul. The one thing he likes about her is that the tea and food art is decent enough and he liked the singing flowers.

Ace finds Allison fun to be around. These two are the double trouble doing reckless stuff and exchanging memes at 3 am. They have a lot of inside jokes that people won't get but them.

Deuce is the mediator but if he gets into a fight Allison would bring the popcorn and watch on the sidelines. But he thinks she's a fun person to be around, albeit maybe the spunky energy just makes him want to do something reckless too.

Trey tries to keep her out of trouble. He's the official mediator because Deuce does a crappy job. He knows she is probably a sweet girl but he just needs her to calm tf down. He can't catch up with all that energy. Though he appreciates her skills in food art and would like to hold a baking session and serve it at the next unbirthday party.

Cater recognizes her as the user who posts food art on MagiCam. Instant social media friends. He's a big fan of her work and he will try to ask her what else she can turn a cake into. A teapot, a pile of books, a rose there are so many things she can replicate with cake batter and frosting.

Vil isn't very fond of her. She does what she pleases and has corrupted the first year he was currently training, Epel. He just looks at her like a disappointed mother whenever she shows up. Allison ain't warming up to him either. She once told Epel that anymore make up and his face will become literal cake. Which made Epel choke on the apple he was eating. Also she thinks Vil is Highness in human form.

Allison would definitely urge Epel to go feral and she's taking photos to remember this historical moments. She's made an album all about him. Titled "The Documentaries of a Feral-Almost-French Boy". Epel has an enabler and you can't deny that. Also there can be moments these two don't cause a mess, Allison and him making apple treats and leave cakes that look like vases around Pomefiore.

Ever since Rook took the spotlight when he visited the theater club in DCA, Allison has been bitter about how he'd play a better male lead than her. She sees him as his rival for "prince charming". Rook on the other hand plays along and does everything to fluster her which infuriates her even more.

Idia doesn't want to be near her because she's on the same list as the bright and optimistic people that could blind him. If anything at least he's glad Ortho found a friend in her but don't try to drag him along. Her energy is a terrible matchup against Idia's introvert spirit. She once used her unique magic to teleport into his room and he screamed bloody murder and chucked a controller at her direction.

Ortho being a kid and Allison being a kid at heart she'd play a lot of weird but fun games with him like hide and seek where he has to guess which door she went through and all. Those two have a secret handshake and probably have a treehouse somewhere tbh. Ortho is curious so he'd want to know what Allison will do next. She's unpredictable even to his calculations.

Romance

Allison desires a significant other who has the same energy as her but is also the voice of reason. A significant other who is both fun but reasonable.

Powers and Abilities

• Magic: Much like her fellow students, Allison can use magic.

• Hanging Upside-Down: Allison is stated to be skilled at hanging upside-down, she's even able to drink tea upside-down.

• Food Art Skills: Allison is stated to be a professional on food art. Being able to make a huge variety of designs in a short time, students look forward to what kind of sweets she'll make sculptures of. However there will be occasions where she makes food look like objects. Ella learned this the hard way when she mistook cakes for teacups.

Unique Magic

Allison's unique magic is called "Enchanted Doorways" (不思議の国への鍵/エンチャント・ドアウェイ, Enchanto Doau~ei; lit. "Key to Wonderland"). She can travel to places she previously visited, but it has it's limits. She constantly it to travel because she just like walking through the doorways that look like LSD on the inside. Also she sometimes doesn't feel like walking a long distance and wants a shortcut instead.

Voice

According to her bio, Allison's Japanese voice actress would be Ayaka Ōhashi, known for her roles as Ran Shibuki in Aikatsu!, Sāya Yamabuki in BanG Dream!, and Uzuki Shimamura in The Idolmaster Cinderella Girls.

Trivia

• Her birthday is on May 4th, making her a Taurus.

• She is 163 cm tall.

• Her favorite food is Cookies, with her personal favorite being chocolate chip while her least favorite food is Mushrooms. She dislikes boring parties and small places.

• She enjoys pulling pranks.

• Her preferred Styling Jewel Outfit Styles are Cute and Quirky.

• For her casual attire, Allison would mostly wear harajuku inspired clothing.

• Her favorite colors are Teal, Cyan and Red.

• She is dubbed "Little Puffin" (ツノメドリちゃん, Tsunomedori-chan) by Floyd due to her easygoing nature and the fact that she is all over the place.

• Allison’s Overblot would occur if she had an argument with her father and he would straight up tells her something about her mother that makes her upset.

• In the future, Allison would be a pastry chef or cafe owner.

• Allison loves anything sweet, but she especially loves desserts that use cookies.

• Allison would smell like something weird, she adventurous.

• Her signature scent would be a mixture of whatever sweets she ate and a hint of tea.

• Allison is afraid of feeling left out. This is why she tends to be loud and all over the place.

• Although, despite being the planner of tea parties, Allison prefers pink lemonade over tea because she likes drinks that are cold and refreshing.

• When she gets bored, she’d go around the dorm’s supply closet and play make believe with the floating furniture and decor there. There’s one character she made out of a tin foil covered bucket and a fake blonde wig with a cardboard crown who she named, Princess Tintina. Because of the unusual chaos in the dorm, sometimes Tintina would walk about on her own pouring imaginary tea for herself which freaks out the other students.

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