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etheries1015 · 6 months

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

Character's revolving around the story will be highlighted in RED. NSFW section below the SFW one.

link back to OG masterlist

Link to Twisted wonderland Masterlist Pt. 2

SFW

A little more to love - Lilia x Reader HC

Happy Fathers day - Crowly shit post

Secret relationship and the wing man- Malleus X reader

Finding out your real name - Platonic Multi (seperate)

Beating the shit out of a student- Platonic Multi (Together) [TW: assault, but MC is a badass]

Rejection hurts- Lilia X reader [Angst, no comfort]

Rejection hurts pt2 - Lilia X reader [Angst, slight comfort?]

When you wish upon a star- Malleus X Reader

Magic Catastrophe- Twst X Obey me crossover

Magic Catastrophe pt2 - Twst X obey me crossover

Your first encounter - General Lilia x Reader shit post

An apology mug - Malleus X reader

How could you love that...?- Malleus X High energy/gremlin reader (lowkey shit post)

When he began to fall in love- Lilia x (slightly traumatized) reader [TW: Depiction of panic attacks, mentions of PTSD, reader does not like being startled by the mischievous vampiric fae :( ]

Domestic kitchen moments- Trey, Rook, Malleus, Lilia X Reader

What a shame- Bi Lilia X Bi Reader shit post

The school Therapist- Working Adult MC HC

The promises we made- Malleus X reader Angst/fluff rolled into one...

Our popular prefect! - Headcannon on MC's daily life as the ramshackle dorm prefect and their precious students.

Endless Marriage proposals- General Lilia X reader (angst no comfort)

Endless Marriage Proposals (ALT ENDING) - General Lilia x Reader (Fluff)

Glorious Masquerade- MC Solves the problem!

Glorious Masquerade- The... interesting dormmate... (answer)

A dragons infatuation - Malleus X reader HC

When they snore - Mallus, Rook, Azul, Riddle, Vil (Separate) X Reader

When you cuddle them like a Koala- Housewardens (separate) X reader

A fearful realization - Malleus X reader

A fearful realization pt. 2- Malleus X reader

Lonely together - Malleus X lonely reader

The swearing issue - Lilia HC

The dreaded reunion- shit post (king!Malleus, his spouse MC, and a few other special guests.)

The secret ingredient - Lilia X Reader (lowkey shit post)

A sacrifice worth making- Malleus X reader

A "normal" therapy session - Multi (shitpost HC)

When you cry- Malleus X reader

His first and last love- Lilia x reader

Boring lectures - Malleus X reader (pretty much platonic)

Finding out you're trans masc- Malleus, idia, kalim, Riddle X trans masc reader

Biting and accidental courtship - Lilia, Malleus, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Rook X reader

Defending your lover- General Lilia x Reader

His unique magic- Jack x Reader

A different way of fighting- General Lilia and Gremlin reader HC

Dancing in the kitchen - Lilia X reader

Writing each other letters - Lilia X reader (2 scenarios)

His birthday present- Lilia X reader

Your dream and a wish- No ship, just your dream regarding Chapter 7.

Finding you sobbing - Malleus, Lilia X reader

Chaotic Prefect - Ask/Answer

Long lived/succubus (kind of) Yuu and their infatuation with humans- Ask/answer, platonic! Baul and General Lilia

Not particularly good at baking - Lilia X reader

Lilia shit post

Your importance - Lilia X reader (short)

Flower crowns- Meleanor X reader

A heavy farewell- Lilia X reader

An interesting fascination - Pomefiore X reader who is fascinated with scars (ask/answer)

A genius feat! - Technologically challenged reader X Idia Shroud

Learning human legs- Malleus learning to form a human body HC

Being allergic to them - Octavinelle and Savanaclaw

Sleep somewhere else!- MC allergic to cats and Grim headcannon

A messy confession - Floyd X reader

Half baked confession - Malleus X Flirty/shamelessish reader

Happy birthday, Malleus! - Malleus x reader

Happy birthday, reader! - General Lilia X reader

They throw you a birthday party - Diasomnia X reader

Prefects muse- Azul, Riddle, Idia X flirty reader

Prefects muse- Jack X flirty reader

The fae with a dream - General Lilia X Fae reader (angst) TW: death, emetophobia

your jealous lover- Lilia X reader

Raising a child and his interesting parenting style - Lilia X reader

when you're sick - short Silver X reader headcannon

Missing the "girly" things - Twst (Multi! Platonic!) X Fem! reader

Day dreaming - (Short) Lilia X reader headcannon

Oblivious old man- Lilia X reader HC

When he fell in love- Vil X reader

You're pregnant! their reaction? - Vil, Malleus, Azul, Lilia X Afab reader (no pronouns)

A flowers meaning- Lilia x reader

Cuddling his Tsum- Lilia X reader

Do you regret it? - Lilia X reader

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A little bit of everything - Malleus Draconia relationship HC

Getting Drunk - Lilia X reader

Would they wait until marriage? - Multi (separate, lowkey shit post)

His little human toy- General Lilia X reader

Midnight dirty thoughts- About Dragon Malleus [tw monsterfucking]

Size kink HC - Malleus Draconia X reader [ tw monsterfucking]

A faes hidden desires- Malleus Draconia X reader

General Lilia Vanrouge thoughts - General Lilia x reader (short)

Pretty little pregnant you - Lilia X fem! Reader (tw: pregnancy)

Lilias praise - Lilia X reader (More suggestive than NSFW, but I placed it here anyway.)

Taking his virginity - Lilia X reader

Birthday head- Malleus x reader shit post

The unfortunate shower incident - Lilia X reader (only suggestive, not very NSFW)

living out a fantasy - Lilia X reader (TW hair pulling, slight mentions of blood)

General Lilias stress relief - Lilia x reader (TW slight non-con)

Hot spring mischief- Lilia & Malleus X reader

Guiding Malleus thru his heat- Malleus & Lilia X reader

#Twisted wonderland #Twst #twisted wonderland X reader #Twst X reader #Twisted wonderland fanfictions #twisted wonderland headcannons #Twst fanfics #twst headcannons #Etheries Fics #Etheries masterlist #Twisted wonderland masterlist #Malleus x reader #lilia x reader

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alexisomnias · 1 year

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— A BRACELET FOR YOU. . . | twst

⤷ every relationship needs friendship to work - platonic/romantic

characters | ACE , FLOYD , JAMIL

✎ ACE TRAPPOLA

• Ace thought friendship bracelets were dumb. Sure he may of made some for him and his older brother before but that was way back when he was a child! • Ace is a tsundere, well known fact right? Well it definitely shows when he receives it! Snickering, teasing you about such a childish gift, the fact your giving it to him of all people too! • He won't say anything, but he actually finds the gesture sort of cute! (taking that to his grave) • Probably the definition of says they hate it, but refuses to let it go. He wears it around very often although he normally covers it with his sleeve he still always has it on him!

• When he goes to bed he always has the bracelet resting carefully on the bedside table! he sleeps next to it and sometimes when laying in bed he'll stare at the colors mixed in the bracelets and just think about you. • Ace (in denial) Trappola often tugs at his bracelet as an anxious habit, or as a comfort for him in less then favorable situations! • Probably make you one in exchange! (he won't say its him but you'll know from the colors and the way he glances down at your wrist proudly when its on) • He and his past girlfriend never did anything cheesy like this, but then again they didn't do a lot of things! It was realistically mostly touching and titles with her, so this kind of cheesy gesture... its embarrassing and cringy but welcomed.

Ace's fingers wandered over to the handmade bracelet you created for him, his thumb slipping under the cord as he tugged up anxiously, it became a habit he didn't realize he did as he faced you. His nails slightly covering the hearts sewn into them as he avoided eye-contact.

"Ace?" you ask, the boy in question taking a deep breath as he brings a matching bracelet out, he scoffs slightly handing it over to you.

"Don't say a word! Thanks... now bye!" he finishes, handing (more so throwing) you the bracelet before kicking off and running away leaving you standing there with a bracelet in hand. It clearly was handmade, you could tell from the loose ends and weird colors in some parts. But staring down at the bracelet in your hand you don't seem to care as much.

Putting it on, you smile. You big fucking tsundere.

✎ FLOYD LEECH

• Floyd's ecstatic at the gift! He just finds it so cute of you to give him something like this! • He's made one for Jade and Azul in class before, although only made out of loose seaweed which made it nothing special other then an idea he wished to act upon randomly. But this is instead made for him! He's never taking it off, he exclaims. • And that he stays true to. Floyd is emotionally attached to the thread, and will freak out if you even consider taking it from him. So just let it stay on his wrist, he's keeping it, its his. • He probably flaunts it at random times and to strangers. Like he'd never even met someone before and he'd still go up to them and be like, "My partner made me a bracelet! Isn't it pretty? Isn't it great!?" he says, while the poor guy he approached is subjected to say yes. • He'd absolutely make you one in return, and ask you to make one alongside him! He finds the gesture fun to create and heartwarming(?). He appreciates it, even if he doesn't say directly those words, he does want to return the favor. • If its one of those letter bead bracelets, its pretty much always set to "shrimpy", its a lovely reminder of you to him when your not near. A reminder that his shrimpy made him a friendship bracelet. • Floyd within the first week of receiving it never shut up about it, he's loud and proud of it! He'll tell everyone he knows and scream it out if he has to. He wants you to absolutely know he loves it. Who cares he's in high school? His lover made it for him! • The most hyped about it, you wouldn't even finish your sentence and he's already snatching it and putting it on. He hasn't taken it off in a month, please Floyd let your wrist breathe.

"Floyd, here's a gif-" you start, bringing out the bracelet nervously, despite being his partner, you could never predict his actions even if you tried. But yet, before you even finish what you were saying the bracelet disappears from your grasp and reappears in his hand.

He gazes at it like a curious, excited child opening a present on Christmas day. Putting his arm out into the air as the stares at the bracelet attached to his wrist with a large smile on his face. "I love it!" he drags out, happily. You could practically see his blood beat in excitement. "I'll never take it off!" he exclaims as he maul– goes to hug you.

His arms reach around you, hanging over your shoulders as his head lays on your shoulder. His left arm (the one with the bracelet) is reached out, and his smile softens from his energetic one. Floyd lets out a laugh.

✎ JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil is... awkward about it. He doesn't really understand it all that much? He remembers kids in his class making them, he's also pretty sure Najima and her friend has had the 'friendship' jewelry exchange before. • He'll take it, and he most absolutely appreciates the gesture! In fact it warms his heart knowing you took the time to make him something with threads, but he can't promise he's going to wear it often. He does wear it though, especially if its just a regular day. But its not an everyday/week accessory, which I mean? is normal. • When receiving it, he'd probably stare at it ever so often and just soften. The gesture truly is sweet of you to even think of. While could be considered childish or an immature gift, its something he appreciates. Having something physical to prove your care. • He doesn't really know how to really respond to it? He doesn't think its dumb, but he doesn't think its grand either. He still thanks you though! • He hides it, but not because he's ashamed, its because he's possessive aha. He wants to be the only one that knows of how much you care for him, its his bracelet to keep, not everyone's to see. • He sometime wears the bracelets on his errands! He might deny it to your face, but you definitely saw it on his wrist! He's just shy about it. • He puts the bracelet on a special part of his room, he doesn't want to lose it. He may neglect wearing it, but he never wants to lose it. Its a physical reminder that somebody cares about him, somebody made him of all people something.

Jamil stares down at the friendship bracelet blankly, and you start getting antsy, waiting for any voice reaction from him. "Jamil? What do you think of it."

He blinks as if coming out of a trance, "Oh? Well... I like it." he nods, the delivery might make you feel as if he's lying but the small smile growing on his face as he stares down at it tells you otherwise. He slips it onto his wrist and when he looks back up at you his face is back to a neutral resting. "Thank you for the gift, I appreciate it, the time you spent on it must've been a pain."

You smile and tell him it was no issue. What you don't tell him is that the small glances he takes to his wrist where the threads create jewelry makes the gift worthy time spent.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #ace trappola x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #ace trappola #floyd leech

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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TWST characters as siblings (Savanaclaw)

I had too many thoughts on Leona's part so it's much longer

Leona:

another royal at night raven college?

you do get some special treatment at the school because you are royalty

Falena is the very nice and happy brother and Leona is the grumpy mean one

Leona doesn't respond to Falena's letters so please respond to him when he sends you letters

his feelings will be hurt if you don't

congratulations you have the most adorable nephew in the world!

Cheka loves to visit the two of you at NRC

Leona doesn't really care what dorm you end up in unless it's Diasomnia

then he will be very upset

He's the kind of brother to act like he doesn't care about you but as soon as something is wrong he is there

like you could be talking to him about anything and he'll tell you to go away and not bother him

but when you mention a problem or something, he's still claims he doesn't care but has already figured out how to help and will act on it without telling you

magically your problem is gone and if you ask him about it he will deny any involvement

if there is something on your mind he does get really serious and let's you vent to him

actually good at comfort and will be one of the rare times he expresses that he actually cares about you

he's not super protective

he knows you can handle yourself just fine so he doesn't worry about your choice of friends

he won't really care about bonding with them either

now if you tell him about a romantic partner...

he'll care who it is but he still won't be worried

if they hurt you he'll just end them no big deal

he won't really try to bond with your partner either

doesn't really bother your relationship that much but he will silently (and sometimes not silently) judge your partner

but his thoughts on your relationship have one exception: Malleus (more thoughts on this later)

Much like he does for Leona, Ruggie will also run errands for you too (he still asks for payment tho)

one thing about Leona being your brother, he's gonna do his best to make sure that you don't feel inferior to him, Falena, or anyone else

he never wants you to feel like that ever

if you do feel that way he's gonna beat himself up for allowing or making you feel like that

will assure you that you're just as good as everyone else if not better

Ruggie:

your childhood together would've made you two pretty close

Just you, Ruggie, and your grandma trying to survive

your grandma would always make sure you and Ruggie had food to eat

when it's just you and Ruggie at NRC, he takes on that responsibility to make sure the two of you eat

thankfully he's pretty close with Leona and so you two don't have to worry too much about money

the jobs Ruggie takes around campus are now for the two of you

he wants you to be in Savanaclaw with him, but won't be too upset if you get assigned elsewhere

he's still going to be looking out for you regardless of what dorm you're in

if you have a problem he can pull some strings to help you out

will probably negotiate with Leona to help out

Ruggie isn't a protective brother

he doesn't mind your friends as long as they are nice to you

he doesn't care for getting to know your friends

if you're in a romantic relationship he won't really worry

as long as your partner is taking care of you right, he isn't bothered

Ruggie will be pretty happy if you decide to do some jobs with him and make your own money

he gets if you don't want to tho and will respect that

if you ever needed money for something he will debate in his mind if he should help you out

most of the time he agrees since it will make you happy

he saves up his money often but he puts some aside from his savings for your birthday

he wants to get you a big gift that will make you happy

Jack:

if you're in this family then you're probably a little athletic

i mean the entire family is pretty athletic and has the stamina to back it up

aside from jack you also have two little siblings

they like to run around a lot so I hope you can keep up with them

Jack is super excited that you two get to experience NRC together

and he's real happy if you get into Savanaclaw

if you don't he'll be a little disappointed but he'll accept it anyway

he's always encouraging you to do your best in classes and become the best 'you' that you can be

always there to help or listen if you need him

family is incredibly important to him so you are at the top of him priority list

so he's a little protective

he's happy to meet your friends and is very nice to them

but he'll just want to make sure they're good people and then he'll leave you guys alone

if you get into a romantic relationship he's slightly more hesitant

he wants to meet your partner

Jack isn't the type to think your partner is taking you away from him, he just worries that you'll get hurt

once he figures that your relationship is good and you're happy, he's pretty chill about it

he wants to protect you from pain both physically and emotionally

when there's trouble nearby he is automatically going to step between you and the threat

he doesn't even think about it he just does

if you point it out to him he'll finally notice and will try to stop if you want him to

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #twst leona x reader #leona x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie x reader #twst jack #jack howl #jack howl x reader #twst jack x reader

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rendy-a · 10 months

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I live for your "self aware au" Sebek, he so goofy and murder

Can we have some more of him in the said au? Just anything you feel like

Thanks ahead!

~~~🌟🎃

Sebek is such an interesting character to write. He is both as serious and chivalrous as a knight of yore while at the same time being absolutely ridiculous. It gives him just an incredible range. Plus, somehow, everything he does turns out humorous. Its just a fun thing to write!

If this were a normal school, you feel like each student would fade into the background. A crowd of students would be like a school of fish; you see each one and yet none catches the eye. This wasn’t a normal school though and you weren’t a normal student. In the world of TWST, no one catches your eye like a member of the main cast. In a class, the hallway or lunchroom; if a student from the game passes by, you just can’t help but notice.

That is likely why you’d so easily picked up on your new…companion. Sebek was following you again. He tries to be inconspicuous, but he is tall enough to loom over most of the students. Plus, he is in no way quiet. “HUMAN! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! I HAVE PLACES TO BE!” You hear him from down the hall long before you catch sight of him. You figure that, if he is going to follow you anyway, you might as well walk with him. However, when you turn to wait for him, he quickly ducks behind a pillar. You meet the eye of Scarabia C and nod your head toward the pillar as if to ask, ‘you seeing this too?’ Scarabia C only shakes his head. You shrug and walk to class with Scarabia C instead.

You’ve developed an interest in seeing how far Sebek would go to follow you while still pretending not to. You purposely drop things while he trails behind you to see if he returns them. He does return each item, but not in person. You see him gasp in surprise and rush to collect whatever random junk you’ve left behind and clutch it to his chest like a treasure. Then he hurriedly rushes from your view. It’s never long before your ‘lost item’ finds its way to your school desk or a table in the library you like to use to study; just somewhere he knows you’ll be. Sometimes, you wish he wouldn’t return the items. There have been a few occasions where you forget to toss an empty bottle or note in the trash and find it carefully preserved and returned to you later. Sebek appears to view anything you’ve touched as equal in value from textbooks to gum wrappers.

You aren’t proud of it, but you’ve also sort of been using Sebek as your henchman. It’s hard to be so inexplicably famous but also magicless in a place like NRC. Sometimes, the random NPC students get pushy about spending time with you or invading your personal space. Once, you tugged your hand from a student’s grasp and loudly declared, “Someone needs to teach you some manners!” The next day, you’d gotten a written apology from the student in question. He nervously glanced over his shoulder with a blackened eye while handing you the letter. You follow his gaze and see a hint of lime green hair peeking out from around the corner. You take the letter and smile to yourself. “I graciously accept your apology. I’m glad SOMEONE has done a fine job of reminding you how to treat your fellow students,” you say in a much louder than necessary voice. You are rewarded with a pleased gasp from around the corner.

You sometimes struggle over how to feel about the constant surveillance. On one hand, it was somewhat creepy having someone you barely knew monitor your every move like that. You also had no privacy with Sebek chasing away people he deemed unworthy to speak with you (which was everyone). Even conversations you did manage to have outside of class were with Sebek looming behind your friends and giving them a fierce glare. Yet, there were times when his presence was far more comforting than anything else. After all, it’s a long walk back to Ramshackle.

Halloween was a time when the gates of NRC didn’t close until late in the evening. Until then, students were about campus greeting visitors and running booths; it all lead to a cacophony of joyful noise. After close, the wind that howled softly past your ears was the only sound you heard in the dark night. You quickly snuff a candle in the jack-o-lantern at your feet before moving on to the next. This was the job Crowley had assigned to you; to put out all the jack-o-lanterns from the gate to Ramshackle dorm after close. Honestly, it was a very (dare you say it) kind thing of him to do. It lets you do your part in the festivities while also being extremely convenient for you. When your walk was done, you were right at home.

Only, as you went along the path putting out the lights, the darkness of the night grew ever closer to you. Soon, it wasn’t just the wind you noticed but the common sounds of the night that gave you pause. It was the rustling of leaves that made you wonder what was moving in the forest and the clicking of heels that made you crane your head to locate the student walking nearby. The worst was when you swore you heard one of these noises but pausing to search for a source garnered no results. After staring for a time into the empty night, you’d shudder a bit and force yourself to move on.

You reach the next jack-o-lantern and snuff the light when you hear a branch brake in the woods. This time, it isn’t a small sound but something much larger. Your eyes go round, and you think you shiver a bit as you look into the darkness. That is when you hear the clicking on the sidewalk begin. You turn in fear to peer behind, but it is only Sebek, approaching with deliberateness. He gets a few feet from you and then stops and peers into the woods, “SIVLER? IS THAT YOU? WHEN I FIND WHERE YOU’VE BEEN SLACKING OFF… I…I am going to CHECK THIS WHOLE AREA FOR YOU!” Then he looks over at you before quickly jerking his gaze away.

Having the stalwart knight at your side helps you calm down. Sebek can be strange, but you wholeheartedly believe in his skills as a guard. You look one last time at the blushing first year before you turn and walk away. He matches your stride, going faster when you do, stopping when you stop; he makes sure he never approaches you too close, but you always feel him there nearby. You think to yourself, ‘What could be better than a night fae to guard you from the imagined dangers of the dark?’ It brings a small smile to your lips.

Finally, you reach the final jack-o-lantern at the gate of Ramshackle. You snuff the light with a relieved sigh, knowing your duty was complete and home was in sight. Grim must have beaten you back because the lights were on, warm and inviting, just up the stairs. Or maybe the ghosts took pity on you and turned them on. Either way, darkness never feels as frightening when you come again to the light. You brush a hand through your hair and pull out a wayward leaf, setting it down on the pillar near the last jack-o-lantern. Then you turn your head to meet a startled Sebek’s eyes. You exchange no word, only giving him a grateful nod, before you head indoors.

Sebek watches you go as his heart beats a rapid rhythm. He’d taken a walk with the Player tonight. In the moonlight, alone. It was practically a date! He places a hand to his face to cool down his heated cheeks. And they left something near the jack-o-lantern before signaling him; was it another gift? Sebek heads over and examines the leaf. He carefully clasps it as tears fill his eyes, ‘This leaf touched the Player themselves! And they gave it to me!’ He looks carefully around and finds a similar leaf to swap out with the one he takes.

That night, Sebek pulls out his box of treasures. He opens it with reverence, adding the leaf to his collection. A book, an empty bottle, a scribbled note, a gum wrapper and now a leaf. All the items quite common seeming but each one had once belonged to the Great Player. Sebek felt a bit bad for swapping out the items and returning you imitations, but you never seemed to notice. ‘No,’ Sebek scolds himself, ‘it’s the Great Player, of course they noticed!’ He smiles with great delight. The Player meant for him to have these things, why else would they look at him each time before leaving them behind for him? Yes, he’d keep swapping out the items to throw off the jealousy of those other unworthy fools who flocked around you and wait. Wait until the day he could emerge from the shadows and stand proudly at your side. Just as the Player intends.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #tw: yandere #yandere sebek x reader #yandere sebek zigvolt #yandere sebek zigvolt x reader

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yan-lorkai · 1 year

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hi! if its ok, can i ask blood, cruelty, game, naughty, stigma, vice, zenith (from yandere alphabet list) for idia? thank you!!

*･゜ﾟ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is literally the most desperate mess you can imagine. He has the resources of STYX at his disposal and the brains of a seasoned strategist to concoct a plan good enough to get you to fall in love with him, but he lacks the necessary calm for it. Idia sees flaws in his plans where none exist, wanting every detail to be precise and perfect. He wants to have you around soon, he craves it and when he does, don't expect to escape him and his obsessive eyes.

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*･゜ﾟ Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would treat you very well. Months before the kidnapping, Idia begins to observe items that comfort you, your forms of leisure and hobbies, things like that, everything to make your adaptation happen at a smooth pace. He wants you to feel comfortable and happy with your new surroundings, and he will be patient as you get used to it, never once showing his frustration or anger. And no, he wouldn't make fun of you, but he would probably drop a few teasing comments to see some other reaction from you.

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*･゜ﾟ Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Idia cares more for you than he does for his games, so this whole thing is no game at all. He genuinely wants you to find happiness with him and seeing you scared and trying to escape breaks his heart with every attempt.

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*･゜ﾟ Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

None of your punishments are physical, but they are mental. Idia has a way with words and he knows how to use them well enough to make you doubt yourself and other people. It's subtle. And if you've been behaving really badly, Idia, however hesitant, can use your insecurities against you. And since Twst is a completely different world, I hc that there is or he can create a machine capable of erasing the memories that a person has. So yes, he would threaten you with it. After all, you don't want to forget your world and everything in it, right? :)

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*･゜ﾟ Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His childhood. Idia had always been a bit of a loner and after that whole incident with Ortho, Idia harbored a great deal of guilt. His actions led to that, but that's okay, he managed to get his brother back. And out of fear that his actions might have the same consequence on you or that other dangers might befall you, Idia decides that he must keep you safe.

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*･゜ﾟ Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I would say you could try to get help from Ortho, show him proof that the relationship you have with Idia is not as healthy as he makes it out to be and all that. But considering Ortho was programmed by Idia, I imagine he would turn a blind eye to it and pretend not to notice everything out of loyalty to his older brother.

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*･゜ﾟ Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If there was no other way, then yes. But know that he wouldn't be happy about that because, despite his delusional state, he knows that if he breaks you, a part of you that he loves will cease to exist.

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゜ﾟ Requests for the yandere alphabet are still open. Send me a letter and a character!

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bunni-v1 · 6 months

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NSFW Alphabet!

Okay lovelies, the event is officially starting! You can ask for any twst characters and any amount of letters, but I have some limitations.

Three characters max, and if you're going to request the FULL LIST, only one character, please. Makes it easier on my fingers :( Oh, and no Ortho for this one! Check my rules for clarification <3

Prompts under the cut to ensure everyone stays comfortable!

I found the templates here! SFW list is here!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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cyanide-latte · 2 months

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Get to know my TWST OCs pt. 3

Copper's Backstory

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Figured maybe doing a series of posts like this would help friends and mutuals get to know my OCs better!

Part 1: What Are They Twisted From? | Part 2: What Nicknames Do They Have?

Special thanks to @blithesharem for prompting me to do some basic character backstory write-ups for you all, starting with Copper~. Apologies in advance, this gets a little lengthy!

Warnings: child abduction, references to emotional manipulation/abuse and malnourishment of a child, references to deadnaming and misgendering, implications of animal abuse

While I try to keep all of the above mentioned mostly vague, I completely understand if you do not feel comfortable reading any of it. So please don't feel obligated to do so, you are allowed to nope out.

We open one stormy night in early May many years ago, on the stoop of an orphanage, where a child is surrendered, the person who brought them fleeing into the night before too many questions can be asked. The only real information known about the infant is that they were born in late April and are only two weeks old, and their birth name was written as Helena B—., the surname having run in the rain to the point of being unreadable apart from the first letter.

The child is raised for the first ~6-7 years of their life in the orphanage, generally keeping to themself and not making many friends. (Why bother when most of them are likely to just be gone at any given point in time due to getting adopted?) They're rather sharp-minded for their age, and pick up rather quickly that they're less likely to get adopted the older they get, as well as the fact they're often passed over for other children who fit the look or the personality that would-be parents are looking for, furthering their loneliness. The only solace they find is in the kindness of the elderly gentleman who helps with the upkeep and work of the orphanage, a cat beastman the children refer to as "Old Flynn". Flynn often takes the time to comfort and reassure the child, teaching them a rhyme to encourage them to have faith that they'll find their place and their family soon enough.

Trouble comes when a shady pair of individuals start sniffing around the orphanage claiming an interest in possibly adopting a child, but refusing to go through the appropriate channels to do so, instead trying to approach the children when they're outside at play. It's during one of these moments when, having learned the approximate times the children are called back inside, that they abduct the child named "Helena" and vanish long before her absence can be noticed. Even after this, police efforts to find the missing child are quickly abandoned in favor of suggesting "she ran away" despite the evidence of suspicious characters. Only Old Flynn retains any certainty that "Helena" was abducted and worries for them.

The abductors—a failed mage and failed performer, Gorgania Stone, and his business partner, Hiram Lurk—take the child with them to dilapidated riverboat Lurk owns, anchored in a place called The Devil's Bayou [not too far removed from the Twisted Wonderland version of New Orleans] and guarded by Stone's pet alligators, Augustus and Octavian. Though frightened, the kid makes it quite clear they're strong-willed and have a defiant streak, and when Stone eventually gets around to indicating they want the child to work to find missing valuables from other wrecks and various sites in the bayou, he's surprised by the kid's attempts to bargain his way through the whole thing. But children aren't too difficult to deal with if you've got a way with them; make them like you, make them trust you, and have the right leverage, that's all it takes to keep them in line.

And that perfect leverage makes itself known when the kid argues they are a boy, not a girl. While Lurk is prepared to try to argue with the kid, Stone sees the opportunity to make the boy pliable and promises that if he stays with them, behaves and does as he's told, he is allowed to be a boy and pick his own name. After all, he has no guarantee that even if he is adopted that a mother and father would let him do that and be himself, now does he? This tactic works, and the boy agrees, elated at the chance to be himself, and picks the name "Copper".

Over the next ~10 years, Copper is repeatedly made to track down lost valuables in the bayou that Stone and Lurk have difficulty in reaching or uncovering due to their size. This results in a lot of withholding meals as a means of keeping him smaller and capable of navigating tight spaces and various wreckage. Along the way he's found to be ambidextrous and double-jointed in most of his fingers, resulting in Stone gradually teaching him various little skills to "help him". In addition, the more lost valuables and treasures Copper uncovers, the more Stone is willing to give some leeway, bringing the boy books to help him along with his education, including tomes of magic once Copper shows an aptitude for it. (Never enough to truly empower him though.) In secret, Copper also practices his magic and befriends several animals that live in the bayou, gradually learning to speak with them and not ever realizing how his skill as a mage is developing.

He makes numerous attempts to escape Stone, but he's repeatedly caught (usually by Augustus and Octavian, with whom he gradually develops a bond and can communicate with, to Stone's increasing ire,) and his attempts are hampered by his inability to swim. Typically he has to be craftier than that. He often tries to slip away on the occasions he's dragged into town to assist Stone or Lurk with something, though these efforts are more half-hearted, quickly thwarted, and more for a show of defiance than anything. The trips to town allow him to gradually develop more of a connection with the culture there, as well as allowing him extra time to plan a more solid escape.

The one major attempt at escape comes during an afternoon when he's 14, during a particularly dry summer. With Mr. Lurk napping and the alligators seeking cool shelter, Copper manages to navigate enough dry and shallow spots to find his way out and into town on his own. Frightened and high-strung, he tries to find help, only to stumble across a community of people who offer him kindness and a chance to partake in their meal. (It's from them he takes the surname Benoit, to always remember and honor the kindness they showed him.) Touched by this and reminded of Old Flynn, Copper has a brief moment of hope that perhaps these people can help him with his escape, if not possibly find him a place to stay among them, only for Stone to arrive and charm his way through them with a vicious smile in order to drag Copper back out into Devil's Bayou. Though he makes no effort to physically punish Copper, Stone has no issue weaponizing other means of keeping him in line, referring to him as "Helena" and "girl", and revealing he knows about the animals. The old books of magic are removed, no new ones are ever brought there, and that same night all of the animals Copper had befriended disappear, never seen again.

After this, Copper is far more cautious and careful in everything he does. He begins to develop a Signature Spell/Unique Magic in secret, one he so closely guards he refuses to even consider the mechanics of how it works or how it reflects his inner resilience and desire for freedom. Over time his constant living with fear morphs into a fear-response where he intentionally starts to taunt or aggravate whatever is frightening him most, in an attempt to see how far he can get in worsening the situation before facing consequences. Stone quickly catches on and opts to ignore this, taking it as a point of teenage rebellion and contenting himself with the fact that if backtalk is all Copper is going to do, he'll live with that. The boy still has his uses.

It's those uses and his unusual gift for turning up lost pirate treasure from so many locations in Devil's Bayou that cause the turning point. The boy has no small talent as a mage, but pirate treasure is often protected by blood magic, and won't just surrender itself so willingly to someone without pirate lineage. Remembering this at last, Stone's frequent trips away from the riverboat increase as he tries to track down evidence of Copper's family tree. While he refuses to share his findings, he comes to the conclusion based on what little he is able to uncover that the boy might be descended from a legendary pirate captain. Which means there's a chance he can uncover a much larger, more valuable find.

Here's where we get into some shared universe world-building with my friends; @inmateofthemind made a post here about the first bit of lore for this, but the idea is that at some point the various arcane academies used to run something of a student exchange program following their winter break schedules, in which students of participating schools are shuffled around to one another in order to build better relations. Crowley decides to try revitalizing the Arcane Exchange for this reason. And during this period of the Arcane Exchange, Night Raven College also becomes just a touch more accessible to former alumni as well.

Stone, who has long suspected that the Headmage of his old alma mater is secretly keeping a legendary pirate treasure hidden somewhere in the depths of Night Raven College, gets wind of the Arcane Exchange and sees an opportunity: drop in unannounced for a visit under the cover story that he would like to spend some time there with his ward to see if Night Raven College would be a good fit for the boy. After all Crowley will be hard-pressed to turn them away, Stone can take this as an opportunity to use Copper to trespass and find that treasure to make him immeasurably wealthy, and perhaps if the boy is allowed the false promise of possibly attending NRC to learn magic should he behave, he'll be better about falling in line.

However, Stone underestimates Copper's capacity to both find and cause trouble, his desire to be free, and especially his eagerness to make friends with other teenagers who have just as big a knack for trouble as he does. And everyone might be also be underestimating the role Scarabia's Housewarden is going to play in all of this.

There is more but as I'm writing most of the rest of this story out in a series of oneshots and short fics, I think I'm going to stop here for now (hopefully this will give me a reason to eventually post the fics I've been writing.)

Taglist: @blithesharem @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @simons-twsted-children @elenauaurs @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @rainesol (Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

#TWST OCs #Copper Benoit #my OCs #get to know my OC #character backstory #Cyanide speaks

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the-banana-0verlord · 1 year

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Masterlist

Yeah it’s time I do one of these. I might not be quick to update it though.

Anyways.

Oneshots

☁ Speechless (Sebek Zigvolt x reader)

☁Through the heart (Yandere Assassin! Jamil)

☁I’m wishing (Rook Hunt X Reader)

☁I won’t say (I’m in love) (Idia Shroud X Reader)

☁Once upon a dream(Yandere!Malleus Draconia X Reader Movie Au)

☁Top of our class (Azul Ashengrotto X Reader)

☁Swings(Deuce Spade x reader)

☁ Comfort Character(Malleus Draconia X Reader)

☁Girl’s night(first years x reader)

☁Dreamland... (silver x reader birthday special)

☁Starless sky(Malleus Draconia x Reader)

Headcannons

☁ How the Twst boys would react to their ususally strong S/O crying during an argument.

☁How the dorm leaders would react to a reader who dresses up as bat for Halloween but it ends up more cute/funny than scary.

☁ How the Twst boys would react to the reader having a sensitive stomach

☁ How the Twst boys would react to the Reader bringing home a kitten

☁ How the Scarabia and Pomefiore boys would react to their S/O telling them their backstory

☁ How the twst boys would react to a S/O who has an overprotective little sister

☁ How the Twst boys would react to meeting their soulmate while already having the Reader as their S/O

☁How the Twst boys would react to the reader holding a “Free hugs” sign

☁How the twst boys would react to a S/O who loves the stars

☁How the Twst boys would react to a S/O who paints on walls

☁How Yandere Malleus, Jade, Floyd and Riddle would react to a reader who doesn't feel the same and has the strength not to get forced into a relationship

☁Overblot gang with their S/O as their final thoughts before overblot

☁How the taller Twst boys would react to their S/O climbing on them because they were afraid, pt. 2.

☁How the taller twst boys would react to their s/o climbing on them because they were afraid, pt. 1.

☁ How Tanjiro, Rengoku and Inosuke would react to a S/O with Malleus Draconia's personnality(spoilers!)

☁How Leona and Silver would react to an insomniac reader who asks them how they sleep so well

☁Valentine’s day headcannons(Diasomnia)

☁Valentine’s day headcannons(Pomefiore)

☁Valentine’s day headcannons(Scarabia+Ignihyde)

☁Valentine’s day Headcannons(Octavinelle)

☁Valentine’s day Headcannons(Savanaclaw)

☁Valentine’s day headcannons(Heartslabyul)

☁ How the dorm leaders would react to the reader reacting to them laughing at something the reader said

☁Deuce Spade birthday headcannons

☁The yanderes of Nevermore

☁domestic Malleus headcanons

☁How Azul would react to the Rader having a not-so-secret crush on him

☁How the third years would react to a reader who’s bad at studies

Miscellanious

☁Twisted Wonderland Gothic

☁ Overblot marks AU

☁ Once upon a dream...(Fanart)

☁Reader with a trampoline

☁Mandalorian/Twisted Wonderland crossover

☁Vil Letter

☁Idia Letter

☁The Amazing Digital Circus Twisted Wonderland Au

I think that’s it! Have a good day/night!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #masterlist #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Although I only recently followed you, your posts I always look forward to seeing now! Congrats on 500!! You deserve it ^^

If possible, I'd like a comfort character letter from Jamil. Platonic, referring to me as Salt, he/him pronouns. It can be about anything, but maybe leaning towards how not everyone hates/dislikes me (Something I really struggle with)

I think this is a super thoughtful way to celebrate 500 followers, thank you for the chance. It really means a lot

Congrats again! -Anon (or Salt)

Aww, thank you for your kind words! It really makes my day and makes me feel so special for you to say that. Ah, anyway, I believe I have a special delivery from Jamil for you? Oh! Here it is. Please enjoy

Salt,

I wish I had more time out of my day to address you in person, but I fear that for now, a penned letter is all I can do. Though, naturally, you’re always welcome to join me and Kalim in our daily tasks, I’d imagine you’ll find it kinda boring.

Scarabia is founded on the virtue of mindfulness, following in the Sorcerer of the Sand’s footsteps. As a result, we often practice it in daily life more than other dorms may.

During my daily meditations in the morning, I often find my mind wandering to you in worry. You often seem…down, or like you feel alone. Do you worry so about what others think of you?

It’s rather common to worry such things. Many people would be remiss if they didn’t, but let me put your mind at ease, my friend. There is no need for concern as to whether others like you or not. If they do like you, they’re valuable. Keep to them, and cherish that time. And if they do not, it isn’t something to worry about. You cannot control others opinions of you, and spending time with those who don’t wish the best for you will bring no joy.

Though, I must confess, having said all of this, I doubt anyone does dislike you in the first place. Your kindness exudes the same charm Kalim seems to have. It’s near impossible to dislike him, as you know. If I may lend some advice - as your royal advisor of sorts - don’t let others take advantage of your good nature, but don’t fear what others may think. You have the freedom to be who you are, with nothing tying you down, so take every opportunity to be who you are. Show off every talent and waste not any moment. Doing so will only make you miserable. Cast aside those who would tear you down, they are not true allies to you.

Assalam alaykum,

Jamil Viper

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #🤍 Jamil #twst comfort character letter #comfort character letter

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fromthisuniverse · 8 months

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We apologize for being so quiet, but we've still been fulfilling paid orders behind the scenes! Also, we're pleased to announce that we trimmed a few less popular fandoms from our list, and have added Identity V per fan request! Our free letter form is currently open, though the slots tend to be filled very fast, so it may not be open for long: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfkRSYbXhyVJYkTdhp-gFsu9lO5aN18ufZihX0oDPTnalgA6g/viewform As always, our paid fanfic and letter writing services are always available through our Ko-Fi. Be well ♥

#f/o #comfort character #idv #identity v #custom letters #custom fanfiction #twisted wonderland #twst self insert

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cloudcountry · 5 months

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Ok, I had to check the rules and hype myself up way longer than necessary to feel brave enough to do this. I have a request for the event: Can you do Solomon from Obey me and first anniversary letter? (I was originally going to joke about getting a letter from you, but you, unfortunately, are not an obey me, twst, or ikemen character 😔)

hello mc! i’m sure you know what today is, right? it’s our first anniversary! i left some of your favorite snacks on the kitchen table for when you get back, made by yours truly <3 and don’t worry, i cast a spell on them to make sure they stay warm!

i just wanted to remind you how grateful i am to you. sometimes i feel as though i’m not enough for you, since we’re both constantly surrounded by demons and angels and they’re all so powerful. i’m plenty powerful in my own right, of course, but back in our timeline they had you all to themselves far too often for my comfort...

and yet you still chose me. but today isn’t about them, so i’m sorry for talking about it. but i guess you’d say its okay, right?

i love you. i’ll say it every day until i can’t anymore. i love you with all of my being and i’m so happy when you say you love me too.

so come up to our bedroom and say it to me in person, okay? i have a new tome i’d like to show you.

solomon

#🐚! abel #auburn's 2.5k event <3 #youre so cute wanting a letter from me :(( i love u #obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me solomon #om solomon #solomon x reader #om solomon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me x reader

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demonichikikomori · 1 month

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Bottoms Up

COMMISSION

Rosho Tsutsujimori x Chubby!Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.9k+ Tags: Mutual Pining/Drunk Sex/Teacher x Teacher

Art is by 1000kcal_ on Twitter!

Wahhhhh!~! This is a commission I was excited to take on! It isn't Twst but it's a fandom I would love to be more active in. My lovely moot @sugarcookiesheep was interested in Rosho from HypMic! A character who doesn't get lots of affection hehe. I hope you all enjoy!~! The full fic will be posted on Ao3!

SUMMARY:

You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High. Rosho Tsutsujimori is the socially awkward math teacher. You liked him. You think he likes you. So naturally you said yes when he invited you out for a drink.

Your final class of the day had been dismissed. The sun had begun to set, leaving the empty room filled with a warm orange hue. You tidied up to prepare for classes again tomorrow with a smile on your face. You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High School, located in Osaka. Well, the newest in terms of staff. You had only joined them a year ago. The old Home Economics teacher had finally retired and you had just completed your training. The higher ups were excited to hand you off to the academy in dire need of a teacher to handle the rowdy youth. Your students were kind to you, even when you stuttered and fumbled during your first month of teaching them.

You quickly became a fan favorite among the students. Especially the male students much to your disbelief. You had received so many chocolates, flowers, and even confession letters on White Day you feared having to wear a fake ring on your finger in the future. Some of the gifts were from students you were positive you had never taught in your class. Naturally you had gotten candy from your co-workers, but one gift stuck out to you the most. You remembered it clearly when he stood at your desk during lunch, holding out a store bought chocolate bar to you.

It looked expensive.

You gave him a shy thank you, feeling a bit intimidated by his stern face behind round, circular glasses. His hand looked shaky and clammy, as your fingers brushed upon accepting the chocolate bar. The teacher you had not yet properly met nodded, slowly turning red in the face, before he darted away. You had later learned that he was the math teacher Mr. Tsutsujimori. He had a knack for avoiding you, which was upsetting since you had gotten along so well with the other staff. Apparently, he has horrible stage fright and social anxiety. It was nothing personal.

It’s been a year now since you have been teaching at Gyoshin Private School. As time passed, you saw more and more of Rosho to your surprise. You would greet him early in the morning before the students would arrive and when you passed one another in the halls. Sometimes you would each lunch together in the teachers lounge in a comfortable silence. You would enjoy your colorful bento loaded with veggies, rice, and whatever meat leftovers you had from dinner. Usually you would see Rosho enjoying a small pudding cup to himself or anything small and sugary that he could find for cheap.

You worried about him not eating properly, but when your eyes met his… Your heart would flutter, and the passing comment would fall silent as the two of you returned to your comfortable silence. After that ended, Rosho would give you a sheepish nod before scurrying towards his classroom, but lately he’s been adding in a friendly wave of acknowledgement. Progress was progress in your eyes.

You hummed to yourself, reminiscing the fond memory of time that has passed as you taught at Gyoshin Private High School. You pulled at the tightly fastened bow on your apron to loosen it, only to turn your head at the sound of a nervous voice on the other side of your classroom door. Nearly stuttering when they called your last name in hopes of a response. But you recognized the owner, although you didn’t hear him speak often. “Yes Mr. Tsutsujimori? You’re allowed to open the door!” You assured him, watching the door slowly slide open with the math teacher standing there. His hands were laced tightly together as he offered you a small bow. “Please excuse me… I didn’t mean to interrupt if you were busy…” He cleared his throat and you shook your head with a smile. “No, no! I was only cleaning up to prepare for tomorrow.” You gave him a small wave of dismissal as you removed your pale pink apron and hung it up on a small wooden rack near your desk with an assortment of others.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked curiously as you walked over to one of the many small sinks to wash your hands. Rosho nervously adjusted his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes darted downwards to the floor as he cleared his throat a second time. “I have a question to ask.” He sounded stiff, as though this was a line he had been rehearsing before arriving at your classroom. “Yes? What is it?” You were genuinely curious, drying your hands and turning to face the math teacher. Rosho was not the type of man to ‘ask you a question’. Or ask anyone a question. He was a private person, and not once has he ever come to you like this. It was the friendly waves in the halls and on rare occasions seeing one another throughout Osaka in the shopping district on the weekends.

The math teacher shifted his weight from one foot to another, his brows tensing as he mustered up the courage to continue. “I… You… Um… Do you..?” He trailed off awkwardly as you returned to your desk and opened up a small book filled with laminated pages. They were all recipes you could make with your students. “Well…” Rosho’s face held a soft frown as he looked down at the tips of his shoes. “My question… Might be a little strange…” He warned as his cheeks began to grow flushed. This caused you to look up. “Strange? How so?” Was he planning to ask you for a favor? You were sure the question was something you could handle, after all, Rosho had gathered the strength to come all the way here to ask you himself. The least you could do for him is listen.

“What are your thoughts on alcohol?” The question was strange just as Rosho said it would be. But, you weren’t sure exactly what he meant. However you decided to answer him anyway as you stopped on a laminated recipe page for flan. “I mean… I don’t see anything wrong with it. It isn’t something I usually drink myself.” You answered to the best of your ability, and looked up at the math teacher with a warm smile. His face was completely red, and his vermillion colored eyes met yours for the first time.

The stare was intense. You could feel that he had so much more to say. Before you could ask him if he was alright, he had given you a deep bow, thanking you for your time before rushing away. You peeked your head into the hall as he rushed around the corner. Your smile had melted into a frown. Did something happen inside the school regarding alcohol? It could be that he had caught some students drinking on campus… Or maybe outside of school with their uniforms on? The thought began to worry you as you continued to tidy up before heading home for the day.

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The next day after classes had ended, Rosho was waiting for you near the door again. You and your students had completed the first half of the recipe. The flan was stored away in the large fridge (some students had brought magnets to decorate it with your approval) and would stay overnight for them to enjoy the next day. The sweet scent seemed to encourage Rosho to step into your classroom as he sheepishly excused himself with a small bow. “Mr. Tsutsujimori! It’s nice to see you again.” You smiled sweetly with a chipper tone and began to loosen the bow on your pale purple apron decorated in small white flowers. “How can I help you?” You asked with a small tilt of your head as you hung it up on the wooden rack. He was obviously very nervous. His eyes darted to you then back to the floor before he straightened up and cleared your throat. “... I have another question to ask you.” He stated with a little more confidence than yesterday. You went to wash your hands with a puzzled look slowly turning to worry. It could be in relation to yesterday. But your mind was racing with possibilities, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as well. “Yes? I’m sure I can answer it for you.” Hopefully it wasn’t about catching any of the students drinking on campus…

He adjusted his tie and raised his eyes to meet yours. Sharp, and light red in color. The math teacher looked so intimidating. You had heard a rumor long ago that he looked far more frightening without his glasses on, that he used to be a delinquent himself. And yet he would always stammer over his ‘good mornings’ and his hands would shake when he passed by you in the hall. He could barely greet you now. Rumors are just rumors. “Would you… Perhaps..?” He trailed off with his hands folding together tightly. “There is a bar.” He blurted out suddenly as you turned back to look at him with a patient stare as you dried your hands. A bar?

He shuffled his weight on one foot to another. “It’s… Nice…” He shrugged awkwardly as you approached him with a smile. His hands looked like they were shaking, and you thought that you should help him out. “Mr. Tsutsujimori, are you trying to ask me to join you sometime?” You asked hopefully as his pale face became flushed in red rouge.

He was silent as he stared down at you with a small nod. “If… If it isn’t too late… Would you join me this weekend? I won’t take too much of your time.” His voice was softer and shockingly hopeful as you nodded in response. “I would love to join you this weekend Mr. Tsutsujimori.” Your heart skipped in your chest as he gave you a deep and silent bow. “Thank you…” He whispered as he raised his head. He left in a hurry, racing down the hall with the tips of his ears singed from blush as the sun filled your classroom in its warm orange hue.

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Classes had ended for the week. Your students excitedly enjoyed the flan they had worked so hard to make as they came to and left from your classroom. Each holding their own variations of flan in little plastic bowls. You pulled the ribbon free from your bright red apron lined in colorful, cartoon flowers. The math teacher had returned to your classroom for the last time this week, calling out to you from the other side of the door. He sounded even more confident than yesterday. “You can come in Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out as you hung up your apron and went to wash your hands. The door slid open behind you, and you heard him enter the room. “P-Please excuse me.” He stuttered and entered the room, glancing around with his hands folded together. “I just came to confirm…” He trailed off, watching as you approached the fridge and opened it. “You would like to join me this weekend? I was thinking tomorrow, if we drink we’ll be needing the day after to recover.” He sounded calculated and stiff, again, as though he had rehearsed before he had come to see you. You pulled out a small tray of flan you had made with your students for each class. All varying in flavor and design. One had whipped cream on top. One was lined in cherries, while another was made of chocolate. There were six different puddings in total. “That sounds fine to me! I had made something for you. Well, I had made six things for you.” You placed the tray on your desk with a smile and motioned to it. “You have a sweet tooth, correct? I decided to make you some pudding, since you were so kind to invite me out for drinks this weekend.” Your face began to burn as bashfulness filled your chest.

It felt silly, making him so much despite only seeing him eat a single cup during your lunch time together. “You’re so thin, I thought you needed more than just a single pudding to get you through the day!” You gave him a soft laugh as you laced your fingers together nervously. The feeling of your heart pounding against your ribs intensified as you focused on the tray. The math teacher was silent before he approached you, sliding the door shut as he looked at the tray of assorted puddings. “You made them for me?” The whisper left goosebumps prickling your skin as you nodded speechless.

A soft laugh escaped the math teacher’s lips as he looked down at the tray, and you were brought back to reality. “Oh! Let me get you a container to take them home in!” Before you could break away from the desk, Rosho raised a hand. “Wait- Actually…” He trailed off as your eyes met his. His face didn’t have the same red hue. His cheeks were flushed but this was different. “Are you busy?” He asked and you shook your head quickly in response. Your body had gone stiller than stone as he hovered near the pudding. “Is it alright if I stay here with you, and eat them now?” He asked with that same hopeful tone. The warmth in your face went down to your collar, making you feel as if you had been tossed into a sauna fully clothed.

He wanted to stay here with you? “I… I can get you a spoon! Please, sit at my desk!” You offered and scrambled around in search of a plastic cutlery to give to the math teacher. Never would you have guessed that such a simple request would leave you feeling so flustered. As Rosho enjoyed the pudding (scraping every cup clean with a positive and stern review of each) you cleaned up and prepared for Monday when the two of you would return to greet your students in the morning. You could feel Rosho’s eyes watching you every so often, you were sure he knew when you would steal glances as well.

When he finished his pudding, you finished preparing for Monday. Rosho had offered to walk with you to the train station and awkwardly asked to exchange numbers with you. Since the two of you would be drinking this weekend and needed a way to contact one another. You boarded the train together, staying close in that familiar and comforting silence as the warm sun had vanished, welcoming you both with an inky black scenery. Your stop had come first, and with a small wave of goodbye, you let out a breath you were holding as you left him on the train.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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It was already 7pm and you were racing around with worry. You and Rosho were supposed to be at the bar he recommended at 8pm.

You spent all day fussing over what to wear, what color to paint your nails, and even how you wanted to style your hair. Sure, Mr. Tsutsujimori invited you out as a friend and he told you the setting was on a more casual side. But that didn’t mean you could dress too comfortably. The curls in your hair bounced as you fixed your eyeliner for a subtle wing with sparkling shadow smudged onto your lids. Curling your lashes and applying a thin coat of clear mascara that made your eyes pop and shine. You chose a clear gloss to apply to your lips, thankful that it was flavored just in case one of your late night romantic fantasies would come true. Your peach pink polish had dried long ago and you cursed yourself for not adding any glittery coating as you fastened your short pearl necklace around your throat.

You requested your cat to wish you luck as you got dressed in something casual but something you considered worthy of going out in. A pastel pink cashmere sweater that hung off of your shoulders to fight the night chill, a long, an A line denim skirt that went down to your calf, and a pair of white boots with short heels.

Rosho told you that he would meet you at the train station near your stop, not wanting you to ride alone so late at night. Even the sun wouldn’t be setting until 7:45. You grabbed your purse and your keys, saying goodbye to your kitty who had fallen asleep on your couch before leaving. You wanted to be early, the thought of missing the train (or Rosho) struck you with anxiety that you couldn’t shake off. You texted the math teacher a polite message saying you were on your way to the station and you were excited to join him for drinks. He sent you a sticker of a beer saying he was just as excited as you were.

You made it to the train station around 7:20 with your purse clenched tightly in your hands as you struggled to catch your breath. It was already growing crowded as everyone waited for the next train to arrive in about ten minutes. Then, you spotted Rosho. He was leaning against a wall with his phone in his hand, squinting at it through his thin, round lenses. He was dressed in all black, an unusual sight from his brown suit and green tie, or even his periwinkle sweater vest with matching trousers. Rosho was wearing black shoes, black dress pants, a black button up, a black blazer with a subtle reflective pattern going down the chest and arms, and a black corded necklace.

He looked far more dressed up than you did. “Excuse me, Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out to him and approached slowly with a smile on your face. Black looked good on him. He looked up from his phone, and you could see his face explode with the rouge color you had grown fond of. He only stared at you with wide, starry eyes. “I hope I didn’t make you wait long. I had trouble deciding what to wear. I’m sure you know how women can be!” You teased with a soft laugh as Rosho looked away. With a set of subtle inhales, you could smell the cologne he had doused his clothes in as well. A smokey wood scent and a hint of something floral. You wanted to move in closer to enjoy the scent, but you wouldn’t dare. “I-I wouldn’t know!” He stuttered out before tucking his hands into his pockets. “I wasn’t waiting long… In fact! I just got here!” Again, he sounded rehearsed as he gave you a trembling smile. It led you to believe he had been here for a while on account of his nerves.

You gave him a soft smile and adjusted the long strap of your purse onto your shoulder. A startled expression wiping away your smile at the sound of the train arriving. You turned to look at the currently empty tracks before going back to Rosho. “Thank you again for inviting me out this weekend.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as the math teacher gave you a small nod. The nervous smile on his face remained.

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The bar was cozy with a warm hibiscus colored glow. Many trinkets and doohickey’s lined the walls and dangled from the ceiling. A hole in the wall known as Mokarimakka. The name made you laugh as you responded to the silly neon sign with Rosho. He led you inside the narrow space, allowing you to hold onto the back of his blazer as he navigated through a small hall and up a short set of stairs. You followed closely behind Rosho, taking in a few more secretive inhales of his cologne before he showed you to the booth you would be sharing. “It’s usually crowded the later it gets in the night, I thought this would be an appropriate time for the both of us.” He explained as the two of you sat across from one another. You placed your purse beside you, taking a soft exhale as you squeezed into the red vinyl booth, frowning as the table pressed against your body. “Oh no this is fine! I’m not much of a night owl.” You wave a dismissive hand, feeling Rosho pull the table away from you just a few inches to give you some room.

Your cheeks felt warm from the subtle action, not out of embarrassment but of admiration for Rosho. You quickly grabbed a drink menu to hide behind, noticing they served a lot of beer. “Mr. Tsutsujimori..?” You trailed off as you scoured the long list, feeling intimidated by the names and sizes of the heavy drinks. “If you want something lighter then you should order this.” You lowered the laminated page to see him pointing to a drink called ‘The Drunk Cinderella’. It was based on the mocktail, but with a shot of vodka to make it alcoholic. He showed you many more that you felt inclined to try as a waitress came over to greet you and take your orders.

That was when you started to feel more and more adventurous with the menu. An Osaka Dry Cocktail, the classic Bloody Mary, a Long Island Iced Tea and a few more you didn’t recognize until you had already finished your glass. At one point Rosho had ordered you a plate of takoyaki to soak up some of the alcohol in your stomach. He had had beers of all kinds to contrast with your much prettier glasses of colorful cocktails. A tall Fat Tire, cans of chilled Asahi, Sapporo in a tall glass with ice, a few brown bottles of Minoh Beer (which the sight of the red monkey amused you) and more you had started to forget.

You and Rosho had gotten comfortable as you talked and drank. He had long ago discarded his blazer in the red vinyl seat and left the top two buttons of his black shirt undone. He told you about how he spent his days off, how he used to do comedy with his best friend, how sometimes he can’t stand his best friend, his love of pudding and many other assorted sweet things, and even how his students sometimes tease him. “I think the kids are silly, they pick on me sometimes too. I promise you aren’t alone.” You slurred, stifling a hiccup as you pulled your empty cocktail glass closer. Smiling to yourself when you noticed it was empty. “I mean, I got so many chocolates from my students during White Day, I’m sure they were assuming I was fond of candy.” You pouted as Rosho started to frown. “If they waited until White Day then it wasn’t *hic* malicious.” The math teacher grumbled with a frown. “Why do you think I gave you chocolate too?” He asked with a frown appearing as he pointed the mouth of the brown beer bottle in your direction.

“Roshoooo!~!” You called his name with a slur to your voice as laughter spilled past your lips. Not realizing you had used his first name so comfortably as the memory of him presenting you the White Day chocolate so long ago returned. He found it amusing and called back to you, your name dancing along his tongue like the most expensive bottle of sake the bar could offer. You liked how it sounded when he said your name. “Did you give me the chocolate as a friend?” You asked jokingly as his red cheeks became redder. “At first, yes.” He answered honestly with a hiccup following. “But I had gotten advice from a friend, he said I should go for it.” Rosho glanced down at the table and jabbed at the air in front of you with his bottle. “But you’re so damn intimidatin’! I would practice and look up things to say, but we always ended up sitting in silence! It pisses me off!” His volume raised for the first time that night. His expression became a grimace as he placed his bottle down on the table and you soaked in the truth of his words.

Rosho had wanted to talk to you for a long time now. “You always look so pretty when you come to school and when you leave. An’ you always smell good… Everyone likes ya’ and I don’t like the idea of another co-worker askin’ you out. So that’s why I tried to work up the courage to talk to ya… I jus’ got too nervous.” He scoffed as you patiently listened. You could almost picture a stern-faced Rosho chasing away the other male teachers during lunch time before he would come in to eat with you in your familiar, comfortable silence.

A warmth stirred pleasantly through your entire body. It could be the alcohol. It could be the overwhelming feeling of your crush becoming more. “Mr. Tsutsujimori… I have a secret to tell you.” You admitted sweetly as Rosho tilted his head curiously. “Well hurry an’ tell me!” He grumbled as you waved him closer with your hand. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” You whispered as he leaned over the table to hear you better. “I *hic* won’t.” He muttered as you moved in close, holding back a series of giggles threatening to spill past your lips. “Even though you’re intimidated by me…” You trailed off and cupped your hands over his ear. Your warm breath tickling his ear, and unknowingly causing his heart to pound against his ribs.

“Even so… I do like you, Mr. Tsutsujimori.” You whispered softly with a sheepish smile. You pulled away and grabbed onto your cold empty cocktail glass for comfort. You reveal your secret to Rosho Tsutsujimori. The socially awkward math teacher you wanted to get closer and closer to. It turned out he had wanted to get closer to you as well.

Rosho’s hand went to cover his face, and he peeked over at you through the cracks in his long fingers. “I see how it is…” He mumbled into his palm before shaking his head. “I… I feel the same… Even if we haven’t spoken much…” He slurred with a stern look making its way onto his face. “I wanna know everything about you.” Rosho growled as you felt a familiar stir within you.

Something about the situation was starting to feel dangerous.

“Ahhh… We should do this again sometime… But it is getting pretty late.” You cooed nervously while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The math teacher quickly called for the waitress to return and bring the check. You leaned over the edge of the cushion and glanced back, hoping to spot the young lady as you grabbed your purse. You instead spotted a pair of men in a booth not too far from yours. One was wearing a large fur coat, his back facing you. And the other was hiding behind a drink menu. But you could see the top of his head layered in teal hair and he was wearing a very colorful suit. They looked familiar somehow. But the alcohol made it hard for you to pinpoint how exactly you knew them. They were old enough to be here, so they couldn’t be students.

The check was taken care of (Rosho insisted through slurred words that he pay) and you clung to him as he led you out of the cozy little bar. It was late, but not so late that you would miss the last train. You felt warm all over, and you desperately wanted to be closer to Rosho. In more ways than one. He sat beside you, the train was desolate other than an elderly woman not too far from the both of you. It took off, and the two of you entered a silence that was much more intense than anything in the past.

You listened to the good ideas and the bad swirling through your alcohol filled brain. You did want to get out of the bar with Rosho. But you didn’t want to leave him tonight. Not yet. You gently pulled at the math teacher’s sleeve. You felt really warm. He looked down at you, his vermillion eyes soft as he leaned in closer for you to whisper. You were far too drunk to text him what you desired. You weren’t sure if you were confident enough to do such a thing.

“Can I come home with you?”

You were sure his heart skipped in his chest as he remained still, your hands still clutching his sleeve. “Are you sure?” He asked softly and you nodded swiftly. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment tonight. It could be the alcohol in your system that was making you brave. Or it could be the fact Rosho had openly admitted to wanting you as much as you wanted him. But you couldn’t end the night crashing into your bed alone and waking up to a hangover.

Rosho was silent as he leaned away from you with a hand covering his reddened face. Before you both knew it, the robotic voice was calling your stop and its upcoming arrival. When the train slowed to a halt your shoulders sagged. Your stop was here. You moved to stand with a sadness settling in your heart. Before you could take Rosho’s silence as rejection, he reached over and pulled you by the arm. It was a silent instruction for you to sit back down. You were still, listening to the mechanical voice call your stop three more times before the doors slid shut. Rosho would indulge your less than innocent request.

You would be going home with him instead.

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