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oepionie · 1 year

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—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 2.5k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

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sketchy-owl · 7 months

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Dorks in wonderland

Episode 8

~After Crowley put Y/N and Grim in danger facing an overblot on their own for the million time and avoids to help Y/N to get home~

Y/N: Headmaster can I tell you something?

Crowley: Well of course!! How generous am I to give you my precious time!

Y/N:....A wise man once said:...There are those who wait for the stars to fall.....

Crowley:*listens carefully with a smile*

Y/N: ....Then there are those who wait for people to fall....

Crowley: *confused *Uh?

Y/N:...On their face...

Crowley:.....*sweating*

Y/N: ...From the stairs....*smiles*

Crowley:*clearly scared*

Y/N:*giggles * Have a nice day, Headmaster. Be careful with your duties. *walks away*

Crowley:.....was that....a threat??

Divus: I don't think so.

Trein: They are probably telling you to not overwork yourself, Headmaster.

Crowley: I see! How kind of them, but after all I'm so generous to provide them! *laughs*

Divus/Trein:...."Of course it was a threat you careless idiot."

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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How about some tasty teacher/student sexy times with Divus Crewel (TWST)? Headcanons or writing drabble idc I just need that man FERALLY

Oh ho you're in for a treat, my friend~ We have similar tastes, and I've already got this little drabble in mind that I've toyed around with~

This can be read as either male reader or gender neutral reader as the drabble never specifies the reader.

Title: Private Lessons

Characters: Divus Crewel x m!reader/gn!reader

Contains: Pet play, collar, leash, oral/throat fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Sitting at the desk, Divus sighed as he scribbled away at the papers before him, brow twitching at some of the answers the students.

"Honestly, how idiotic can these whelps be...?"

Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath, thinking carefully. He reached into his lap, tugging gently on a leather strap that rested over him. A gentle jingle sounded into the air before it was replaced with a deep hum from the teacher. A tint of red adorned his face, standing out from the blacks and whites of his appearance.

"Mm...~ Let's see now...Last paper. Ah...(y/n)'s paper...Hm..."

Unlike the other papers, he took his time with this one, audibly noting which answers were wrong.

"Number three...number six...the entirety of number seven..." He sighed. "I guess we need to do another personal lesson..."

Without looking, his free hand slid under the desk, pressing the back of your head further along his shaft til his tip touched the back of your throat. All of your "personal lessons" from him had paid of in this aspect at least, allowing you to take him as deep into your throat as possible, though you'd still gag slightly when you weren't expecting it, like now for example. You just wished it helped out acedemically, but secretly, you weren't complaining.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, your hands placed firmly on the ground to keep yourself steady. You were so well trained to know where your hands reside when they weren't tied behind you, and the sight of you so obedient only made Divus throb in your mouth.

"Such a good dog~ I'd give you a reward for work here, but I'm afraid you have too many incorrect answers on your paper. Oh well..." He rubbed the back of your head, fingers running through your hair as he placed his pen down. You felt his energy shift when the now free hand joined the one in your hair, and your feelings were confirmed when a devious smirk grew on his face.

You didn't need him to say anything to know your punishment was imminent. The grip on your head was met with his hips thrusting at the same time, a pleasured breath leaving the teacher as the sound mixed with your struggled gulping.

"Th-There we go~ Hah...~ If there's...one good thing you're good at...i-it's having a d-delicious mouth to fill up~"

If any previous sessions taught you anything, it's that you'd get no reprieve until your lesson was learned.

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ray-of-light002 · 2 years

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The entire collection

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil twisted wonderland #divus crewel #twisted wonderland divus #twisted wonderland leona #leona kingscholar #malleus twst #twisted wonderland malleus #flyod leech

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hannahalexart · 1 year

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101 Dalmatians was my fav movie growing up so you bet I drew fanart of Divus Crewel!

#twisted wonderland divus #twst divus #divus crewel #twisted wonderland #twst meme #101 dalmation street #101 dalmatians #Disney #disneyfanart #IMO this is the best design in the entire franchise #my art

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Hello, I think there is a big lack of Crewel content soo could I have some dating/courting hcs of him please? Thank you!

(a lot of this is self indulgent, what I would want from him, because you are right we don't have enough content from this man)

A/N: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

He's a professional. He knows he shouldn't date a student. No matter how hot, or smart, or fun he finds you, he stays professional. He doesn't want it to inadvertently be easier or harder for you to pass his class.

And like a true professional….he waits until your second year at NRC, when you are no longer taking his classes, to start pursuing you.

He considers himself a smooth individual, but when he gets you a coffee on the first day of class, he's like

"Do you like me? Shoot, I meant do you like coffee? I misspoke."

With visible confusion in your eyes, you tell him you do like coffee, and he shoved the coffee in your hands and left with a muttered, "have a good day puppy"

But he's nothing If not a go getter, so he brushes it off, and brings you a coffee everyday. He has no more slip ups, but he does get nervous you're complacent in your relationship with him. Which is fine but…he likes you a lot. And he's known for being the most hot headed amongst the staff for a reason.

"Be yourself" Trein says in exasperation. "Bet," Divus says.

"I need a new model, for when I'm working during the school year. It used to be Vil, but as you know, his internship took him far away."

"I'm honored, but I wouldn't consider myself conventionally attractive," you said with a self conscious laugh.

He stared at you blankly for a moment, before abruptly smacking his pointer down on the table.

"Bad pup. Clearly I need to teach my new show dog some self confidence."

"But…"

"Be in my office on Saturday." Obviously, he couldn't threaten you to be there, but he could imply a threat in the way he said it.

He does measurements the first week, feeling excited as a school boy from being so close to you. When he measures your waist, he wants to throw away all pretenses and wrap you in his arms. But he has restraint. He can wait.

Soon he's spending hours sewing you outfits he hopes will make you feel beautiful. Part of the problem is, he already sees you as beautiful, so it's hard to tell if any particular outfit will work.

It takes until outfit three. When he puts his hands on your shoulders and maneuvers you to look in the mirror, on the pretense that he wants your opinion on makeup styles, you start staring at yourself in awe.

"I'm beautiful."

"You've always been beautiful," he can't restrain himself as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. You look at him standing behind you, in shock.

"What?"

"I thought I taught you better. Observation is key."

"That's specifically in potions though…"

He's groaning and rolling his eyes.

"How clear do I have to be?"

Things are a little awkward after that. He does your makeup, and you both sit in silence. He uses his thumb to smudge off some excess eyeliner and feels your cheeks burning under his finger. And he can't help the smirk on his face. Your eyes meet his and you are leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

Once you start dating, he continues to bring you coffee everyday, but he also brings you a lot of gifts. Usually something you can wear. His favorite gift he has given you is a crimson choker, with a shimmering medallion. He likes it for normal reasons.

He likes when you sit next to him in his office, after lesson hours. You can work on classwork, and he can work on his grading and paperwork. Personally, he prefers the days you have no homework, because then you can sit on his lap while he does his paperwork, and he can be surrounded by your scent.

You're still his model. He insists that you are exactly what he's looking for in his new fashion line. You're skeptical, at first, because you are vaguely certain it was all a ploy to ask you out. But lo and behold, he releases the line three months later, and you have to eat your words. (Obviously it's a bestseller. The critics are calling it his most inspired line yet)

You don't live in Ramshackle anymore. He won't stand for it. You live in his penthouse apartment with him and his three dalmatians. Grim can move in with you if that's what you really want 😒 but he can't sleep in the bed with you guys. He'll have to stay in his own room. He's not good at sharing your snuggles, especially with a cat.

He loves to hold you in his arms. Not like a little spoon, but where he is slightly propped up, and you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into it as much as possible, while he wraps his arms around you. If you move, he whines a little. No moving. It's cuddle time!

He likes to take you to fancy expensive restaurants. He dresses you both up so you outshine the stars, then treats you to anything on the menu. He takes you on these date nights once a week.

You share your bed with his three dalmatians. They get attached to you very quickly, and it makes Divus jealous when they snuggle up to you, and shove him out of the bed at night. It's an accident, but he's still very pouty about it. Tbh, having to share a side of the bed is how he found his favorite snuggle position with you.

When he's feeling jealous or self conscious, he gives you one of his coats to wear for the day. He knows they're your friends, but sometimes Ace, Deuce, and even Jack sometimes, get a little handsy. So he'll slip the coat on you, and give you a soft kiss, pretending he was concerned that you might get too cold.

He likes to dress you in the morning. Partially, because he knows what you like to wear, partially because he's a fashion designer, but mostly because….

He buttoned up your shirt, and kissed your collarbone before buttoning the final button.

"You're beautiful…" he whispered.

He wrapped the ribbon that went with the shirt around your waist. He kissed your neck, and swayed from side to side as he whispered in your ear.

"You're radiant…"

He brushed his fingers through your hair in a final touch up of the style he finished for you a moment earlier.

"I adore you."

He doesn't expect much in return from you, romance wise. He knows you're a student, and that you don't have any money to your name, as you don't even belong to this world, so he knows not to expect presents. He knows you're busy, as his fellow faculty is rigorous with homework, and your friends are fools, so he's not expecting extra favors from you. All he wants from you is your eyes on him, and your beautiful voice wishing him a good morning when you wake up next to him

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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Crewel: "You attract what you fear."

MC:"Clowns?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst incorrect quotes #divus x reader #divus crewel x reader #divus crewel #twisted wonderland divus

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lightofpilgrimage · 21 days

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FILIPINO YUU

It's been a while guys! Did you miss me?!? I miss u guys too! Mwah!

Imagine! NRC students followed Yuu in her world? Like when Yuu when came back to her world, her literature teacher acts mysterious as if she "knew"

And the next thing she knew, NRC students and teachers are here! And the literature teacher was just smirking and greeting Crowley!

And and- They stayed here in a big mansion *wews paid by Crowley himala*

Vil and Rook would've love BGC and drag Epel with them

Malleus, you would love the architecture of our church. Syempre bhie itago mo horns mo kfuajchahhfd

Ace and Deuce would try street foods and accidentally nasawsaw ni Ace yung kwek kwek nya sa banlawan ng sandok

Tas confuse si Sebek, bibili sya ng snacks pero yung sukli candy

Cater doing tiktok lmao

Crewel, Crowley and Trein meeting Yuu's filipina tiger mom. Oh and she and Crewel gets along

Syempre field trip idoaycisycishfidyid tas si Crowley dapat mag bayad. Tas dalhin nyo si Leona sa manila zoo para makita yung lions

Tuturuan yan sila ni Yuu kumaldag only for Vil na sapakin sila sa ulo.

Dalhin sila Floyd at Jade sa Ocean Park tas sabi ni Yuu "Pag scinam nyo ako, dito ko kayo kakaladkarin"

Tas papakainin ni Yuu si Azul ng kalamares.

......

Note: soo yeah I'm back with more twst content. By the way, do you wanna meet my oc? She is my "filipino Yuu"

And! Guess her Dorm in the comments *it ain't ramshackle y'all.*

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dibbledoodle · 8 months

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Meet my Twst oc

Age:30

Birthday: 12/24

Homeland : shaftlands

Countess is an elementary

school teacher on the sage island

she loves teaching and enjoys her students

Signature spell: “Arpeggio”

Her spell can heal anyone in range while she

singing in arpeggio notes.

Healing speeds depending

on which arpeggio style she uses.

Personality:

Is very elegant, beautiful,

very kind hearted

and ladylike, but she will

and can be put people

in their place.

Can be very stubborn and curious.

Talent: singing and playing piano

Favorite food: cheese cake

Least favorite: overly oily or greasy foods

Hobbies : vintage clothing

Lil bit Background: born in shaftlands

Her family wasn’t very wealthy

so in order to thrive countess

lived with a well off relative

Went to school and get a

Education.as a young girl countess loved music and loves hearing different types.

Originally her family wanted her to be a doctor

But she wanted to become

a teacher instead.

And maybe seeing a certain dog person 👁️👁️

Hope you guys like her qwq

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fanart #my art #twst crewel #divus crewel #twisted wonderland divus #twst divus #crewelxoc

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blackopals-world · 16 days

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Vet!Yuu: Sorry professor, but we are staging an intervention.

Nurse!Yuu: You can't date our aunt.

Marine Biologist!Yuu: It's for the best.

Crewel: Come on pups, we are both adults. What's wrong with that?

Nurse!Yuu: She will eat you alive.

Crewel: I hope so.

Marine Biologist!Yuu: She drinks.

Crewel: And I smoke.

Vet!Yuu: We think she killed her last husband.

Crewel: I can fix her.

MarineBiologist!Yuu: He's too far gone.

Vet!Yuu: Twitterpated.

Nurse!Yuu: It was nice knowing him.

Therapist!Yuu:(walking in) Oh, what are you doing here kittens?

The triplets: (smiling and acting innocent) Nothing Auntie~

Therapist!Yuu: Divis honeypie, I hope they aren't bothering you. They are angels but they tend to be little gossips. So how about we take the tin can for a joyride, I just slapped a new coat of paint on it.

Crewel: I'll be there.

Therapist!Yuu: Oh, and kittens. Don't go being chatterboxes unless you want to find out what really happened to your uncle Earl.

(No one liked him anyways)

#therapist!yuu #nurse!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #vet!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst crewel #twst divus #divus crewel x reader #twisted wonderland divus #divus crewel

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domxmarvel · 10 days

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Pairing: Diuvs crewel x Female!Reader

Prompt:M-Maid

You were a maid for the illustrious fashion designer, Divus Crewel.You were his maid. The best maid he had and his favoritism for you was clear. Because of that you were often picked on by other workers in his mansion. This occasion,another maid tripped you. She giggled as she walked away. You were on your hands and knees, letting out a sigh.. and then there were heavy footsteps, stopping in front of you.

“Oh, dear. Little puppy, get off the floor, will you? It’s quite unsanitary.” That voice. It was him. Divus Crewel,he reached out his hand for you to take. You stood up,you were soaking wet since you had been carrying a bucket of water when the other woman tripped you.

"I apologize,I'll clean this up right away"

“Now now, I wouldn’t have you clean up when you were just tripped. You are not at fault here,I’ll send someone else to clean this up” He looks at his watch. “It’s time for your break. Come with me, please.”

"Yes sir" you followed behind him,still self conscious of the water that you were dripping everywhere. He led you to a small room. It was his office. He opened the door for you.

“Please sit. I have some questions.” He sat down as well. He started with the simple ones first. “Now, what were you doing, puppy?”

"The entrance floor was dirty,so I was on my way to clean it"

“And who tripped you?” He asked as if he knew everything that happened in this mansion.

"The new maid,the one with red hair. I don't know why but I don't think she likes me. "You did have one idea,the other maids were always talking about how you had to be Divus' favorite maid. That he always praised you and never once got angry at you. But you didn't want to tell him the reason,it was too embarrassing. He stared at you for a few seconds. He was contemplating his next actions.

“Have other maids treated you this way before?” He wanted to know if this was a recurring problem and if he needed to punish more than one person. His expression did change to a serious one. One you haven’t seen before. You felt like a dog. He was your owner.. your master. The one who kept you in check. Someone you had to listen to.

"No" You lied.

“Hm. I see.” He put his hand under his chin. “Stay here in my office while I attend to this matter.”

"Could I just get changed,I'm starting to get cold" the water in your clothes had become cold and you were shivering. You soon felt something over your shoulders,his coat.

“Ah, yes. Of course you may get changed. My bad, puppy. I should’ve noticed earlier that you were shivering. Here,I'll be back to take you to your room soon” He placed the fur coat he was wearing on top of you. It was incredibly soft. A slight chill went up your spine when he referred to you as ”puppy”.

"Thank you" you weren't sure if you were even supposed to wear his fur coat. Your face turned red,not knowing how to react.

“There. You should be nice and warm now, right?” He asked. His question was a genuine, curious tone. Then he smiled at you. You noticed that his eyes were quite piercing and sharp. No one else was quite like it.

“Yes,but should I really be?”

“Yes.. you can wear my coat. After all, I do call you my favorite.” You blushed even more,you looked up at him,silently asking if he was honest with you. His smile widened to one of amusement. He was aware that his words made you blush.

“Is it a problem.. that I am calling you that?” You just shook your head

“Good. Little puppy.” He smiled. You were a little taken aback at first, but soon felt a sense of comfort as he spoke to you. The coat was still on you. It was quite comfy and warm. “Now, I am going to go speak to that girl. Please wait here while I do.” He left and you pulled his coat tightly around your body,you couldn't help but smell it,it smelled just like him. The door closed. You were in his office all by yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how comfy and warm the coat was.. and it had hints of his scent. You weren’t sure what to do next. Should you wait for him.. or should you explore his office a bit. You stayed put,curling your body and covering yourself with his coat. You kept smelling it,his smell was just intoxicating. Wherever he was close to you,you couldn't focus on anything else other than how good he smells. You were obsessed with his smell. Sometimes you'd take one of his shirts when you got laundry duty,making sure to return them before he realized anything was missing. He never noticed his clothes missing,you were careful about returning them without someone seeing you. You were just content in the office, basking in the fact that you had his coat covering you and smelling it every now and then. Half an hour later, you noticed the door opened and he entered. He closed it behind him. His eyes were looking around, looking at you on the other end of the room, before he approached. “Puppy? Are you enjoying my jacket?”

"Now I understand why you like it so much. It looks good but it's also pretty soft" He smiled at you. He didn’t mind you saying it.

“Oh, but the best part yet is that it smells like me. I am right, aren’t I? You like my scent very much.” He chuckled. He was right. The more you looked at him, the more he was right. Even though you didn’t want to admit it.. you were obsessed with his presence.

"Right" you avoided his eyes for a few seconds "you always smell so good" His nose twitched a little when you said that. You could tell it was quite the compliment to him.

“Aw, how sweet of you, my dear. It warms my heart.” He reached out and placed his hand on the tip of your head. You felt his other arm wrap around you, letting you feel his warmth. His voice was soothing and soft. He made you feel safe. Your back was pressed against him and you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“Little puppy, I have a request to make from you.” He said, looking down at you

"Of course"

“From now on, my dear puppy, you shall be my personal maid. Just like all the other ones, you are to clean my residence. However, since you are my maid.. you will live here. With me. And you will follow me everywhere I go during the day.” He was serious. He didn’t say it in a mean way or anything. You were just in charge of his everyday needs. He trusted you. He trusted you with his safety. With his life. You nodded,leaning closer to him.He smiled at you. He was quite pleased. He lifted his other arm up, so you were basically hugging him. He started to play with your hair. His fingers slowly went through it and your face went scarlet. “Little puppy.” His voice was so.. intimate. Just hearing it made you shiver.

"Master" you leaned close,moving your head up so your face was close to his

“Good puppy.” You could him. It was sweet and fruity. It was intoxicating.He brought his lips close to your ears and whispered one word “mine.” The word was a command.. but you knew that. You were not to forget who was in charge here.

"Master,if I'm your puppy there's something I want,if I may" You decided to lean into what he wanted and you were so close,his scent filling your nose but you still wanted more.

“Your master is listening. What do you want, my little pup?”

"I want to smell you"

“Oh?” He gave you a slight smirk. He couldn’t believe that you said that. A maid asking to smell her master.. that was the first time he’d heard something like that. “And why do you want to smell me, my dear?”

"Well,if I'm your puppy I should act like one and that includes smelling you" you buried your face in his neck. His scent was absolutely intoxicating and all you could do was breathe it in. You felt his hand go to your hair again. He started to play with it slowly.

“I am flattered. I have never had a puppy who wanted to smell me of all things. What is it about my scent that makes you want to smell me, little pup?”

"May I speak freely?"

“Absolutely. You know that I want you to tell me everything. My ears are yours, little puppy. I am listening.”

"Your smell is absolutely intoxicating and I could stay in your neck for hours just smelling you" His body shivered at your words. He had never heard anything like that. You had become so infatuated with him that you wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to smell him all the time. To feel his presence. He was in awe of you. He took your hand.

“I am surprised. You are the first to ever tell me that. You are truly a good puppy.. an excellent one.” He smiled at you once more. “Do you enjoy being my puppy?” You buried your face in his neck,pressing a kiss against his neck.

"Maybe I do," He chuckled. It was quite adorable. You were being playful now. You didn’t care. You just did whatever was on your mind.

“Little puppy, that was quite the kiss.” His arm slowly wrapped around you. He brushed your chin with it. “May I ask you a question, my little pup?”

"Of course master" He stayed quiet. His question really mattered to him so much so he didn’t want to mess up the wording. His eyes were dead focused on yours.

“Would you want me to make you mine, entirely? Body and spirit.” His lips moved into a line in a more serious way. It wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t playing with you. He wanted an answer from you. He wanted to make you his.

"I'm already yours,I have been since I first met you" He smiled at you. To him, those words meant the world. He was happy.. happier than he ever was before.

“And I’m going to make sure I claim you as mine, for the rest of our lives.” He slowly brought his lips to yours and planted a kiss on you, with passion and intent. It made your eyes flutter. You held onto him tightly,he pushed you onto the floor. His coat shielding your body from the cold floor. He slowly moved down to your neck, kissing it. His voice became deep and smooth and you could hear his heartbeat accelerating. It was a tender moment, but it was also quite serious. He started to move up your neck and kissed your lips. It wasn’t a playful kiss, it was passionate. Like this was the beginning of something,something new. Something different. Your hands moved to his cheeks and moved up his hair. Never once breaking the kiss.The kiss intensified by the minute. He didn’t want this to end yet. Your body was touching his and he could feel your warmth. His hand went to your neck, running his fingers around it. His other hand was playing through your hair. Finally, he broke it. His eyes were a little closed, and there were a few strands of hair in front of them. “I have waited a long time for this moment.” He sounded serious, but you knew that this was something he wanted. He wanted you.

#twisted wonderland divus #divus crewel #twst divus #divus x reader #divus crewel x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #divus imagines #twst imagines

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cutelittlevamp · 1 year

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Hello! I had a thought with yandere Divus Crewel. So Divus with (platonic) student darling that is insecure that everyone hates them and after classes with him they wait till everyone leaves and ask him(because they trust him the most) if their feelings are right and so they end up clingling to him and crying on him and he just comforts them. I’m sorry if my english is bad it’s not my first language but the idea seemed really nice and I needed to share it with someone

... I ... I can't even start to apologise, so I guess I'll stop right away .-. I'm so sorry

It's short but it's the first thing I've written in quite a while that I don't completely despise, so ... well. I hope you like it a little

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Yesterday just wasn’t your day.

Today isn’t either.

Tomorrow probably won’t be any better.

At least, that’s what you thought. He first thought it was adorable when you came to him with your thoughts. So timid and insecure. You didn’t talk much at first but the more time you spent with him, the more you opened up.

He always thought you were a loner. Another introverted student of his but it turned out you were simply insecure.

“Actually, I think they all hate me.” or “I really don’t fit in here.”

As your professor he should help you with your insecurities and he did, just maybe not in the way he should have.

Sure, in the beginning he did tell you that not everyone in Night Raven College hated you. They just didn’t know you. Yet you never seemed quite content with his explanations, even though they obviously made sense to you.

“I don’t hate you, pup.”

Now, that sentence went right to your head. To have you look at him with your wide puppy dog eyes, practically clinging to him every free second of the day.

It was just too adorable.

Soon the man found himself unable to strengthen your already crumbling confidence. What did you need the others for if you had him? He was definitely more than just capable enough to take care of one little pup.

Then there was that one fateful day …

“Professor Crewel?” You peeked into the empty classroom, silently closing the door behind you. “Professor?”

Even though he couldn’t see you yet he could clearly hear the crack in your voice, as if you were close to tears. Putting down his tools he rushed towards you from one of the side rooms. He had been right, you were crying.

“What happened pup?” You didn’t even answer, instead just closing the remaining distance between you two to cry into his chest. So miserable. So vulnerable. So … adorable.

Maybe he still didn’t know what exactly happened but whoever had tormented you would regret it. There was such a strong urge to protect you, his little puppy. You were so helpless without him.

There was another emotion, too. Pure pride. You had troubles and you came straight to him as if he was your only safe haven in the whole school. That would remain that way, he’d make sure of it.

Comforting you like this he wondered …

Did you have a family? Parents? Grandparents? Siblings?

Siblings wouldn’t be that big of a problem but if something would happen to your caretakers …

Maybe he could officially adopt you?

Then you’d be his little pup

Forever

#ask #ask response #twisted wonderland divus #twisted wonderland #yandere divus crewel #divus crewel #yandere twst #twst #twst x reader #tw yandere #yandere #divus x reader #divus crewel x reader #platonic yandere

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auriricula · 9 months

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divus crewel x reader (headcanons/fic)

pairing: Pomefiore housewarden! crewel x vice-housewarden! reader (gn! reader, reader is not yuu)

content: rivals to lovers, fluff

word count: ~1800

With eyes on the position of housewarden, you and Crewel are locked in a rivalry. Headcanons for your ever-changing relationship during the academic year.

It was preposterous. You didn’t want to accept this loss. The poison that Crewel brewed was barely any better than yours. When the headmage announced the winner of the competition, and consequently the unchanging Pomefiore housewarden, you wanted to protest. You held back any remarks, forced a smile, and shook his hand.

(Deep inside, you knew, Crewel did deserve the win. He was just slightly more precise. You were watching him the whole time- His intuition of when to add each ingredient was sharp and his assessment of his potion’s potency was better than yours. You’d rather drink your own potion and his than let him know, though.)

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With no time to recover from your loss, Crewel had already approached you again, insisting to talk. You reluctantly agree. He’s a third-year-- not a good idea if you were to get on his bad side now.

He appointed you as vice-housewarden, to your great dismay. It felt insulting -- if this position wasn’t earned by your own skill, did it really mean anything? It was gifted to you by your rival, no less!

“It’s because of your talent in potionology, and you're only in your second year,” Crewel had said, with that annoying smirk of his. “I couldn’t see anyone else more fitting to lead Pomefiore with me.” You knew he was lying. The closer you were to him the more he was able to monitor you. He’s pulling at strings so you won’t beat him to Housewarden.

You smile, feigning cooperation. Two can play this game. The closer you were to him the easier it is to find his weakness - unravel the threads of his character - break him down.

“It would be a great honor to serve as your vice-house warden,” you bite back. The smile that played on your lips was no more than a friendly forefront, and you knew he knows that too.

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From an outsider’s perspective, the two Pomefiore housewardens get along well enough. As expected, you both represent Pomefiore’s in-campus events and student meetings. There was enough cooperation in keeping your dorm’s reputation in check.

If one were to look a bit closer, one might notice the hostile attitude that seeped through both of your interactions.

An unnecessary remark here and there-- “Rewrite this proposal form- your wording is nothing but confusing”, “you’re uniform is crooked, and you call yourself the housewarden?” -- done for the sole reason of riling each other up.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

It’s another story within the walls of the Pomefiore residence, though. The other students are no strangers to their housewardens’ bickering.

“We are not calling the headmage back to supervise another duel this month,” Crewel would tell you after your persistent nagging. He smiles snarkily, closing the distance between you both - faced merely inched away from each other.

“And, is another duel really worth it when you’ve barely improved? The results won’t change~”. You watch him walk away, his robe swaying. “Don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow, pup,” he calls back to you, not turning around.

Pup? What does that even mean? You’re Irritated, yet you leave it at that.

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As the semester goes on, you both butt heads less. Not that you’ve given up on taking Crewel down, no. School works just sometimes gets in the way.

Sometimes you’d be in the Pomefiore labs, practicing some recipes when you get unwanted company.

“The recipes call for crushed dawn-weeds, and those are not crushed enough.” You flinch, almost dropping your mortar, whipping your head around to see Crewel watching you with his arm crossed.

“And your cauldron is not hot enough,” he continues, walking over to observe your concoction a bit closer—his shoulder brushes against yours.

You huff, really not wanting to deal with this right now. “What, miss me so much you’ve come after me, Crewel?”

“Just checking to see if you’ve given up on being Housewarden or not,” Crewel responds. “Add the dawn-weed now, it’s at boiling level.”

You oblige. If he’s going to start tutoring you now you’ll make sure he regrets it in the end when you take his position away from him.

(The potion ended up being perfect according to your potionology professor. You reluctantly take the compliment and burn Crewel’s advice into your brain for later.)

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You started seeing Crewel more often whenever you are in the lab. Sometimes he’s there to work, other times he seemed to have come just to debate with you. Today, he was working on an assignment. You’ve both fallen into a rhythm - moving around the room quietly, minding your own business.

“Do you have the cherry seeds?” You hear Crewel call from his side of the room. You hum in acknowledgment, going back to your work. Footsteps echoing in the distance let you know he was heading over.

He’s suddenly leaning over your shoulder, his face so close to your own-- you can smell the cologne he’s wearing. It’s musty, yet sweet… there are too many notes you couldn’t describe. He picks up the vial of cherry seeds in front of you and as he pulls back, you made eye contact. Ah, shit- was it that obvious you were staring?

As he’s heading back to his workstation, you wonder to yourself why your cheeks were so warm. He’s just an acquaintance- no- a rival… right? Why is your heart beating faster than usual?

(You shake off the feeling, getting back to your work. Still distracted, you accidentally spilled the concoction you had made.)

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Yet another duel passes… and you lost. Again. Not that this was new, but something deep in your heart is beating you up over this loss particularly. Why weren’t you improving? More than half the school year has gone by now.

It was late at night, and you were cooped up in the lab. The poison you had made… where did it go wrong this time? Did you let it boil too long? Did that denature the enzymes so the reaction failed? Or did you--

“Are you here, pup?”. Ah, that voice. You would rather not talk now, thank you.

“Crewel, I’d really rather not deal with you now,” You mumble. The hostility in your voice was lost long ago, Fatigue setting in.

“The headmage wanted to see us housewardens before classes tomorrow. You should be in bed… Or are you going to sit and wallow in your loss like this?” He asks. Ouch. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

As much as his comment hits you, it also snapped you out of your slump. “Like hell I am,” you say, pushing yourself up from the desk. Crewel’s right, there are things to do rather than regret something that already passed.

When you pass him on the way out, he gives your hair a quick ruffle. “You are improving, you know? It’s getting harder and harder each time to come up with recipes to beat you.” You feel his hand linger for a while before he lets go. You fall in step with each other, before splitting off into your own rooms, both sharing a word of ‘good night’’.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Sometimes you wonder if the events from that night did happen. It must have, though. Your relationship with Crewel had changed- you can tell. There’s much less bitterness, and in a way, you feel as though you understand him a bit better. You hope he thinks the same about you, too.

Crewel would show up less to the labs, but there wasn’t anything strange about that. The third-years had both exams and internships to prepare for. When he does show up, however, he spends much more time with you- hanging around your workstation, offering a comment or tip, and sometimes going out of his way to give you his own notes.

You’ve decided now. On the final week of the NRC term, you’ll ask for one more duel. A final one to close out your year with Crewel. And this time you will win. Crewel accepts your challenge as soon as he hears of it.

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Get the water to a boil, then add the crushed-dawn weeds. Mix until the liquid is opaque. Add the cherry seeds between stirs. Then lower the heat. The recipe you’ve practiced and practiced was carried out with absolute precision-- your hours in the lab finally coming to fruition. You glance over to Crewel, who was also wrapping up his brew.

With both your works presented to the headmage for assessment, you can wait impatiently for the results.

When the headmage calls your name as the winner, it snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. Wait, did actually say your name just now?

You turn to Crewel, and he nods, offering a celebratory applause before holding his hand out. You take it, suddenly pulling into a hug. There’s a strangled yell from Crewel when you wrap your arms around his, but you feel him hugging you back shortly.

“Congratulations, my dear vice-housewarden,” He says only for you to hear. “Or should I say my housewarden?”.

(Breaking from the hug, you regain your composure. The adrenaline from your win buries the feeling of embarrassment from hugging him. It comes back to bite later on).

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“What are you planning on doing for your fourth year?”. Standing on the balconies of the dorm, Crewel is next to you, resting his weight on the concrete railing. He shrugs, eyes lingering on the evening sun that marked the last day of your school year.

“I’ve been scouted by some companies as a fashion designer,” He says. You laugh.

“And here I thought you’d go be a teacher or something- after all those times with you in the labs where’d you drill recipes into my head. Well, maybe that’s for the better. I don’t want you bullying the kids.”

Crewel chuckles. “Training the next generation’s puppies, huh? I’ll take that into consideration”. You feel the weight shift next to you as Crewel turns to face you. Something heavy falls upon your head, and you move your hand to touch it. It was smooth and solid-- your fingers brush over the crevices and engraved details. Could this be?

“The housewarden’s crown,” Crewel answers for you, adjusting it on your head. When he was done, he steps back. A small smile graces his face as your eyes met his. “Take care of this for me, will you? You deserve it.”

“With my pleasure,” you respond, smiling back. This time, Crewel is the one who pulls you into an embrace. You take the time to cherish it-- your interactions, your bickering… the connection you’ve built with him. It will be hard imagining next year with him, but that’s a problem for later. For now, theres only you, and him.

this was going to be short, but then I kept writing more :,) I was struggling to end this somewhere, hopefully it makes sense ^^

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